Traveling hard, the non-stop kind, had never been on Sakura's favorite things to do list. Sure she didn't mind traveling (she was a ninja after all), but the kind of traveling she was currently occupied in was not something she enjoyed.
It made her tired, irritable, and made her brain start doing and thinking strange and undesirable things.
It didn't help that she was also carrying the extra weight of a charka chain, or that most of her charka had been sucked out by a demon sword.
All in all, she was pretty miserable.
When all of this was added to the fact that her captor was the type to smirk, gloat, and be an overall arrogant pain in the ass. She felt she was justified in pondering suicide. Forgetting the fact that that would be taking the easy way out. And Sakura never took the easy way out.
No, alas, she was stuck in the situation, and stuck with a large, volatile, strangely attractive sharkman.
"What the hell brain?!" Apparently the rough travel was making her delusional as well.
It took her a few moments to realize that she had spoken out loud, and she only realized it because her captor had come to a stop and was staring at her oddly.
Sakura cursed inwardly, slapping a snarl on her face. "What?"
His pointed teeth leered back at her. "Thinking inappropriate thoughts, little kunoichi?"
"Che, you wish."
His grin only widened as he tugged on the charka line between them. "And how would you know what I wish?"
Gack. What? Sakura leaned back as he learned forward, eyebrows furrowing at his obvious insinuation. However, she had a big brain, and she liked to think she was clever, so she shot a comeback before he thought he had the advantage. "You're male aren't you?" She never knew before, but she was sure now.
Yet, instead of giving her the advantage, as she thought it might, the comeback actually seemed to give him the advantage. His leer grew more insidious and he tugged her ever closer until her body lined up with his. She was unable to lean back anymore for fear she would topple over, so escape was impossible. She sure as hell wasn't falling over and looking like an idiot.
"So you've noticed have you?" His face was moving closer and she noticed with some despair that from up close he didn't have as many shark-like features as she had thought.
Sure his skin had a bluish tint and his eyes were a bit smaller and beadier than most, but it was a nicely angled face. The marks that she had assumed were gills weren't, but instead appeared to be some kind of tattoo or clan marking. His hair appeared softer than she had thought, and though his eyes were beady, they were a black-blue color that had no problem expressing things. Unlike a certain couple of Uchihas she knew of.
All in all, her brain decided that he wasn't too hard on the eyes. Of course, this made her face scrunch up and turn a mottled purple. Why couldn't one control their own thoughts?
Why did she have to be so tired?
He was moving again, his face looming closer, his body grinding against hers. "Don't worry, little kunoichi," he murmured in her ear, his breath rustling her hair. "I have instructions not to harm you."
He pulled back suddenly then, laughing loudly at the look on her face. "Though, I doubt it would be me doing the harming."
Her face only darkened, only now she choked as well. "And what is that supposed to mean?" But she knew what it meant. Only too clearly.
"You can't be that naïve little leafling," he snickered, pulling her back against him again. "After all, you're the one that started this."
That comment snapped her out of her purple mottled haze, and pushed her into severe annoyance. Such that she completely forgot the actual topic of conversation. "I did not!" She cried scowling. "I was talking to myself. Not you. You just started yapping. Insinuating things that do not bear repeating! Typical! Bloody Akatsuki, think they know everything about everything. Like what's his name-"
His lips on hers cut her off, mid tirade, which was probably a good thing considering that in her exhausted state, who knew what she was going to say.
Of course, being kissed by an enemy shakman wasn't much consolation, even if she hadn't been kissed in a very long time, and even if his kiss did funny things to her.
"There now, you got what you wanted," he muttered smugly against her mouth. "All you had to do was ask."
She made a sort of gurgling sound as she stared at him, half in shock, half in abject horror. Her brain moved at a thousand miles a second trying to figure out who, what, why, when and how of the whole situation. One thing she did know was that she had officially lost it.
But damn if he didn't taste good.