Happy Father's Day! Even though I've been having so much fun typing these random chapters I feel like I'm steering off the main course. The main course being Sakura working for the Akatsuki. So, I'll be going back to that. As an added note, I just realized I've been saying "I do no own Naruto." Now I'm embarrassed.
Title: Sakura and her merry band of misfits
Summary: I've never done anything bad ever. I always do my work, listen to my elders, and shown respect to everyone I've ever met. So why am I in a mansion with a bunch of freaks that are at least seven years older than me? sakuraXmultiple
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto
"Talking"
'Thinking'
"Dark Zetsu" 'cause he's kickass like that
Chapter 6: Bad little drunkard
'W-what…? W-why do my legs fell so constricted…?' Sakura tried to move her legs and heard her knee and left ankle loudly pop. The sound instantly gave her a migraine and she frowned squeezing her closed eyes tighter. "Ow." Her small sound of pain burned her throat miserably and she cracked open an eye. Only to be blinded by the sunlight pouring in from the open window. She quickly shut her eyes and propped herself on her elbows. 'Oh my…' The room spun, her head pounded, and her stomach lurched.
Never had Sakura felt so miserable.
"Ohayoo, wild child." Zetsu grinned as he saw the tale-tale signs of a hangover. Sakura looked at him with glazed half opened eyes and he couldn't tell if it was from the drinks or from sleep. He handed her an empty bucket and she emptied the contents of her stomach. "Party?" She looked down and saw her legs tangled in blankets. She looked behind her and saw her head was once on Kisame in the fashion of a pillow. Her foggy jade eyes fully swept the room and saw all of the other members sleep.
Her gaze returned to Zetsu for an explanation and he offered his hand. 'Maybe if I'm nice they won't report me.' He reached forward and untangled the thin sheet before Sakura fully stood. Her legs felt weak and cramped but she let Itachi pull her to their kitchen regardless. He pulled out a chair and she flinched before nodding in thanks. "Do you remember anything?" His gentle voice broke through the silence and Sakura softly shook her head from side to side. He moved to the refrigerator and pulled out a water bottle before grabbing a fruit from the counter top. When he came back and sat down beside her, she had her head buried in her arms and he assumed she was sleep.
But, she groaned pitifully and he couldn't help but to think her first hangover was cute.
"Sakura-san." She gave another groan in response and he forced her to sit up. "Open your eyes." Instead she opened her dry mouth and sighed in response to his darkly alluring voice. A cool sensation met her lips, slipping over her teeth and through her gums before slithering down her throat. 'Water.' Sakura grabbed the hand he was holding the water bottle with and titled her head further back. She greedily drunk the liquid and squeezed his hand to make it come out faster. Some fell down her chin and she relished in the feel of it on her hot skin.
Zetsu pulled back his hand and she finally opened her eyes. "Hey…" Her throat wasn't as sore and her hangover lessened but she wanted more water. "All gone." Sakura glanced at Zetsu to see him peeling an orange. "Can you explain what happened?" She watched the orange peeling fall to the table as he nodded. "Eat first, then I'll explain." Her nose scrunched up at the thought and she frowned, not wanting to puke painfully like she did earlier. He saw that and dangled an orange slice from his fingers. "It'll lessen your hangover."
Sakura looked at him incredulously and clutched her head from the light. "What are you talking about?" He chuckled and held out an orange slice. "Eat." She wanted to argue against him and not eat at all but he was the only one up to give her answers at the moment. Her lips parted and he placed the fruit slice on her tongue. "I thought I was just sick." She murmured after she chewed and swallowed. "What do you remember?" A thoughtful look took home on her pale face. "Eating cake…and you entering the kitchen…"
She opened her mouth again and Zetsu repeated the process. She looked just like a kitten the way she would lick her lips after she was done eating. He could feed her all day but knew there would be other distractions. Hidan stumbled in with Kisame at his side and Itachi sighed through his nose. 'Speak of the dim-witted devils.' Sakura watched Zetsu lower the orange slice away from her lips and looked at him in confusion. "There's the party girl!" She turned her attention away from him, much to his chagrin, and looked at Kisame and Hidan in surprise.
"Who would've guessed your ass was actually fucking fun when you have a few drinks in ya!" Hidan laughed boisterously and slapped her back as he sat down beside her. Sakura turned to him annoyed and spit the orange seeds from under her tongue at his face. Kisame laughed and Zestu smirked. "Hey! What the hell was that for?!" She glared, irritated at his unnecessary loudness. "That was for lying, bottom bitch. I do not drink." There was a long silence before Kisame and Hidan both busted out laughing.
"You actually challenged me in a drinking contest!" Kisame ruffled her disheveled pink hair and Hidan poked his head out the kitchen door. "Wake the fuck up! Kakuzu, you fucker, pay up! Sakura doesn't remember shit!" Sakura pushed Kisame's hand off of her head and started to straighten out her clothes. "Where's my vest?" She stood only to be pushed back down. "Calm your tits. You spilt sake all over yourself and had to wash the shit." She looked down at herself and saw she had on unfamiliar black shorts and her "baby sister's" t-shirt was revealed. Her converse were no longer on her feet and she only had on one sock.
"You're not showing that much skin." Kisame shrugged as she traced the large pink heart. "No, it's not that." She ran her finger along the small part of her stomach peeking from under her shirt with a small frown. "It started getting hot. I attract less attention with more clothes and I avoid skin to skin contact. Do you know how many germs people have?" They all starred at the strange girl with her strange philosophy before Pein and Kakuzu came into the kitchen, neither looking pleased.
Kakuzu glanced at Sakura with the slightest hint of irritation before shoving the owed money against Hidan's exposed chest. "It's not my fucking fault your ass lost, you sore losing motherfucker!" Pein ran a hand through his hair and looked at Hidan, agitated. "It's too early for you to be so loud. Quiet down." Hidan grumbled something about Kakuzu starting shit and flicked Kakuzu off. "How are you feeling?" Pein looked at Sakura and saw she was leaning her head on her propped up arm. "How come you guys are okay?" He leaned against the wall with a microscopic grin. "You're tolerance is lower."
Sakura grabbed her head in both her hands and whimpered. "I can't believe I drank alcohol. Now I'm going to get arrested for under aged drinking and I'll get expelled and I'll have a police record!" At their collective laughing she looked up with a slight glare. "It's not funny! I'm really going to get in big trouble!" There were tears in the corner of her eyes and they were silently awed at her oblivions. "Why would we report you?" She released the death grip on her head and looked up at Kakuzu in confusion. "Because I did something illegal." Kisame put his hand on her head and grinned down at her. "You haven't realized it yet, have you?"
She silently wondered what was with them touching before shaking her head no. "We're in the fucking black market. Why the hell would we risk being caught over one girl having a fucking drink?" Hidan glared at the money in his hands before throwing it down in front of Kakuzu. "That shit is fake! Give me my real money, you lying jackass!" Before they could fight, the kitchen door was harshly pushed open. "Shut. Up." Itachi hissed as he came in; followed by Kisame, Itachi, and Tobi.
Kisame chuckled and moved to the cabinet over the stove. "Sleeping bitch has awoken, lady and gentlemen. Where oh were is his prince?" Itachi glared, a little lazier per usually, as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "I prefer a princess." He mumbled as he dug his face into her neck and greedily took in her smoothness.
Sakura was just as soft as he predicted, much to his silent pleasure. She was like a living teddy bear, soft and comforting. "Get off of me." She felt him murmur something incoherent and she crossed her legs while ignoring the male on her back. "Now that you're all awake," She began, making their attention shift from their hate glares at Deidara, to look attentively her. "Would someone please explain what happened?"
She felt agitated the fact that all of them knew something about her that she didn't.
She's had that feeling before.
She hates that feeling.
"You won't find it pretty." Sasori muttered before Tobi happily put in his two cents. "Tobi thinks Sakura-chan is always pretty!" When he spoke up, she looked at Tobi in silent shock, much like she had when he kissed her. His mask wasn't on his face! And he was…admiringly handsome without it. His features were flawless, aside from the lightest scar running from the top of his closed eye lid, to the dimple in his cheek. Sakura closed her gaping mouth and cleared her throat. "Where's your mask…?" She began slowly as if she were gently breaking the news to him.
Sasori chuckled and dug into his pants pocket. "These should be explanation enough." He spread many pictures around the kitchen table and they all gathered around. "Kakuzu's too cheap to let us buy a camcorder so all we had to record your first drinking rampage with were an old Polaroid, un." He held up one picture in particular where Sakura was wearing Tobi's mask and he was wearing her vest. She looked like a little girl going trick or treating and he looked constricted in her small cloth. Sakura abruptly stood and woke Itachi from his peaceful slumber.
Low blood pressure was a dozy.
He shivered from the sudden loss of heat and looked past her to see what all the commotion was about. "No way…" Her eyes went to one where she was with a group of unfamiliar girls and laughing her ass off as one was taking shots from the glasses lined up on her thighs. "Who are they?" Zetsu followed her eyes and smirked lightly. "The "Goddesses of Anarchy" soroity. Or as you call 'em, you're "Bad Bitches." He had stopped trying to feed her long ago and had brushed the remaining aside. The girl herself scanned the pictures, looking like a lost child.
The earlier picture of her and Tobi.
Kisame holding her upside down as she drunk from a keg.
Deidara holding her bridal style as they both posed for the picture.
Itachi lowering a cherry into her mouth by the stem as she laid her head on his lap.
Hidan with their right arms intertwined as they poured their drinks into one another's mouth.
Zetsu taking shots from her belly button as she sat on the hood of their car.
Sasori and her sipping out of a large picture with two fun straws.
Pein and her toasting what appeared to be an imported wine, each having their own bottle.
Kakuzu carrying her on his back as she slept with her head on his broad shoulder.
By the end of it all Sakura's face was deep red with embarrassment and she was sitting on a wooden stool. But there was one small fact that she couldn't ignore.
She had a broad smile on in all of the pictures.
"O-okay. So how did all of this happen…?" Pein looked at her but through his impassive eyes she could see the barest hint of amusement. "Cake." She looked at him blankly and saw the amusement increase, if only a little. "You ate Zetsu's rum cake." Her gaze went from the amused orange-haired man to the half and half plant lover. "It was an old recipe. Meaning I put at least three bottles of rum in that shit." Sakura let her head dropped but then sat back up at the reminder of the shorts she was wearing.
"Fine, fine. But whose shorts am I wearing?" Hidan grinned and puffed out his chest proudly. "Those aren't fucking shorts." She looked at him confused before slightly pulling on the waist band. "They're my damn boxers." Her face scrunched up and she glanced back down at her…his, underwear. "Are they clean…?" Hidan looked offended by the inquiry and Deidara laughed. "Probably not, yeah." The two began to engage in a heated argument and Sakura stood. "Well, I am sorry you all had to see me in such a fashion."
Sakura bowed respectively and when she stood to her full height, sported a small blush. "I will act more accordingly next time we met." She glanced up at the clock in their kitchen and saw she had missed half the school day. "Well…I'll see you later…and will be back for my vest when I am more properly clothed." Tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, she bowed one last time before leaving out.
She put a hand to her chest as she walked out, willing her thudding heart to quiet down. Damn, she had never been so embarrassed! Not only did she leave the pictures, or "evidence" as she liked to call it, she left behind her bag and never got her sock and shoe, wherever they were. The hand that was on her chest clutched the spot where her heart was before she felt something poke her from inside her bra.
Making sure no one was looking, she dug inside her cleavage and saw a laminated, folded piece of paper. Warily, she opened it and saw a picture of her standing around all the Akatsuki. She sighed and smiled discreetly before placing the photo back between her breasts. Maybe she could be a bad little girl just this once.
Idc what anyone says, Itachi oozes sex. Sakura will now attempt be back on track with the whole community service and try to do actual errands. If I've made any errors or anything is unclear, please don't hesitate to correct me. Just do it in a civil/polite manner.
P.S: A Polaroid is a camera were you don't take the camera somewhere to get the pictures developed, the quality isn't the best, and you're eyes usually look red. Very vintage, compared to modern technology. It's the instagram logo, to put it simply.