Hi. My friend passed in a car accident and there was a family dispute and I lost my muse equaling, no updates. That's why I'm a little late this time around.
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 8: Bad little assistant
"I'm still a minor, you know. My record is clean enough to where I'd go to a juvenile detention center and you would be in the slammer."
"Eh? You wouldn't break me, yeah?"
"Why would I help a criminal?"
"That's okay, I'll just say you're an accessory. Besides I'm too sexy for the slammer, un. Now hand me that over there."
"Okay…w-wait…is this c4?!"
Deidara grinned at the shell-shocked pinkette and grabbed the crate from her hands. "Maybe, maybe not, yeah. Why?" Sakura shook her head and peeked over Deidara's shoulder and into the large pot. "Because you dragged me out to help you in this clearing in the forest but haven't told me what you're making." He held out his hand and she handed him a large polished stick. "I did tell you, yeah. It's art." She frowned as he stirred the mixture and her head hovered over his shoulder. "Art? Are you sure it's safe and I won't get in trouble?" He turned and gave her a quick peck on her cheek.
"I'm a professional Sakura-chan, yeah. I know what I'm doing." Sakura wiped her cheek with exaggerated slowness and he sniggered at the red on her face. "D…don't kiss my cheek!" Deidara turned back to his concoction and smirked discreetly. "I was actually aiming for your lips. I just missed, yeah." He murmured under his breath as Sakura stopped rubbing her cheek with her sleeve. "Did you say something?" He smiled and grabbed a handful of the white substance from the large witch-like pot. "Just that it's done, yeah."
Sakura stared blankly at the shape-less object in Deidara's hand before looking up at him. "This is it? This is why you made me help you bring all that stuff outside?" When she said "that stuff" Sakura jabbed her thumb over her shoulder and pointed at the large pile behind her. "No. You're about as impatient as Sasori-danna, un." She crossed her arms looking slightly offended from his claim. "I am nothing like him. I just don't like coming outside without a reason." He began to mold his creation all the while looking at Sakura. "Want to see something?"
He brushed away the hair covering his one eye revealing his eye scope. He smiled at her astonished look and saw her eyes flash with surprise, curiosity, and…empathy? He hid his own surprise and held up the finished bird. She tore her gaze away from his eye and turned it to the artificial animal. Her eyes widened in astonishment and she leaned in closer looking at the bird with a calculating air. "You brought me here and made this without looking?" Deidara watched her expression closely as her eyes studied the bird's spread tail feathers, intricate wings, and hollowed eyes. A few moments of silence past by before Sakura stood to her full height.
A breath-taking smile came to her heart-shaped face as she clasped her hands behind her. "That's so cool!" Deidara found himself smiling along with Sakura and she looked him in the eyes. "Do you think you could make me one?" He smiled that I-know-something-you-don't smile and held the bird at eye level with her. "Remember, this is art. Art is fleeting: here for a moment and gone in the next, un!" She nodded slowly but unsurely and he tossed the bird high in the air. "But most importantly,"
Her eyes left the bird just in time to see Deidara adjust the scope on his eye as he stared at his creation. "Art is a bang, yeah." Sakura could've sworn she heard him mutter something like "Katsu" before the small bird burst into a display of colors. Deidara carefully gauged her expression and saw the look of amazement cover her features. The different hues of blues, greens, yellows, and reds reflected in her eyes as her cheeks flushed. After the little show was over Sakura turned to the artist himself.
"Are you a pyrotechnic?!" Sakura excitedly exclaimed with her eyes sparkling. "No, just an artist, yeah." She jumped up and down on the heels of her feet with her hands out to catch the bits of clay that rained down afterwards. "Do you think I can come over later so I can see them at night!?" Realizing how childish she was acting, she immediately stopped and looked down at the giant pot. "I-I mean…er, i-if it's not an in…inconvenience…" The dying blush on her cheeks darkened as she refused to meet his eyes. Suddenly, Deidara grabbed Sakura and pulled her forward. "Hey-!"
His lips smashed against hers and he pulled her closer, the only thing separating the two was her small hands against his chest. He didn't hesitate to stick his tongue in her mouth and memorize every crevice. Sakura tried backing away but feeling the low animalistic-like growl vibrate through his chest made her freeze in alarm. She squeezed her eyes shut, unsure of what to do to get him off of her. Deidara, holding her hands during the kiss, brought them behind his head to close the small space between them. It felt like they would never separate until she was suddenly pulled away from the blonde. Sakura greedily suck in mouth-fulls of air and glanced down at the hands around her waist.
Large and blue.
"I knew I heard Deidara's boom go off but I didn't expect to see this." As Deidara took a step towards the two, Kisame held Sakura up and let her sit on his wide shoulder. Deidara, far too dazed to correct Kisame's comment on his art, merely panted and looked at Sakura longingly. She unconsciously backed up and Kisame put his hand on her thigh to keep her from falling off backwards. "What the-what kind of brother are you?!" Deidara didn't register her words, only the fact that her plump lips were moving. "Brother?" Kisame echoed and Sakura shyly explained as they walked away.
Kisame abruptly stopped and sat Sakura on her own two feet. "Your job for today will be cleaning the pool." She looked down at the drained cesspool he called a swimming pool and scrunched up her face in disgust. The water was a murky dark green, there were dead leaves covering the skim surface, and she mosquitos, fruit flies, and other insects along the surface. "Any questions?" Kisame handed her a giant janitor like broom and she looked up at him with a frown.
"I'm pretty sure I saw something wink at me in there." He laughed and patted her shoulder making her frown turn into a pout. "I'm serious! How am I supposed to even get the water out?" Sakura watched as he walked to the garage and pulled out an industrial size bottle of soap, bleach, chlorine and a water hose before dropping it at her sneaker-clad feet. "Luckily for you, you just have to pull on the rope and it'll all drain out." He popped a gasmask on her face and she took a slight step back in surprise. "Well…what are you going to be doing this whole time? Are you going to help me?"
Again, he laughed good-naturedly before plopping on a nearby lawn chair. "Me? I'm going to supervise." Sakura gave him an 'are-you-serious?' look and he nodded. She stalked over to the rope and untied it from the once-silver ladder. "Now just tug it real hard." After wrapping it around her hand a couple of times, she pulled with all the strength in her seven-teen year old body and pulled the rope to finally see the plug holding in all of the "water".
Sakura got on her skinny-jean covered knees and looked over the edge of the pool, watching it all slowly sink down. "Don't get too close or it'll suck you in by that long hat of yours." Judging by the way it all sank down, it wasn't hard to believe him. The pool drained until it suddenly stopped with an odd gurgling sound. "Uh-oh." Kisame left his cozy chair and stood beside the squatting teen. "It's clogged." She looked at him and nodded slowly but unsure. "So that means…I can't finish until it's fixed?" He nodded and she got a hopeful look in her eyes until Kisame patted her head.
"Well, better get going." She looked at him incredulously as an amused smile curled his lips. "I-in there…? You…what? I-I can't, it's at least…" Sakura paused and stood, putting the inner side of her right hand to the front of her waist. "This high!" Kisame pushed her towards the ladder by the small of her back. "Please Babe, I-I can't do this! You're…you're supposed to be one of the nice ones…!" He ignored her pleas and lowered her down. "You're tough Chibi-chan, you can do it." Sakura sunk in the sludge and bit her lip to keep from whimpering.
She could feel the mud pooling in her shoes, the tiny insects crawling into her pants, even the leaves seemed to circle around her in a mocking dance. Her eyes began to water but she wouldn't let herself cry now. If she did, he'd win and she really would seem like a big baby who couldn't handle a little dirt. Taking a deep breath, the stink surrounding her choking her slightly, she began to trudge through. As Sakura attempted to beat mission impossible, she didn't notice the admiring way Kisame was looking at her.
He had expected her to scream out and curse his name, or have a panic attack; even a temper tantrum from her wouldn't have surprised him. But what did surprise him was when she pressed down her shiver of disgust and made her way through the swamp. Really he was only kidding with her, pushing her to her limit and waiting for the ear-piercing "NO!" telling him that she had enough. The no never came and instead she went through with it-just to spite him. A large grin came to his sharpened teeth. Maybe the midget was more than she appeared.
Sakura had finally reached the pool and looked at Kisame over her shoulder. "I need gloves." He shrugged one shoulder carelessly. "Unless you brought some, you're shit out of luck." She growled lowly to herself and squatted down to manually remove the clog. 'Don't scream, don't scream, don't scream, don't scream!' Inwardly repeating her mantra, she got shoulder deep until she felt something and quickly yanked it up. The color from her face drained as she ended up pulling up an animal carcass. She bit her tongue and threw the carcass out by its boney tail as the sludge fully left.
"Good work! Now the hard part is over." Kisame turned on the hose and sprayed Sakura. "You're so aggravating!" She screeched until she realized he was rinsing the grim off of her. As he did so, he rinsed the rest of the pool and threw down the soap and janitor's broom "Fucking older men. And I never curse! The shit could at least get his fat ass down here and help me." Sakura inaudibly grumbled and scrubbed until the broom suddenly snapped making her fall forward and hitting the pool's bottom. Hard.
Kisame felt the situation very funny and Sakura raised the broom high above her head, aiming to hit the tall man in the face. "Screw YOU! You and this pool freakin' sucks!" He turned back on the hose to rinse away all the suds, purposely soaking the pinkette. "Now you have to bleach it." He leaned down and dropped the bleach into her awaiting hands. Her grumbling picked up in volume and he could make out "harassment" and "abuse" Sakura screwed off the top and poured out the bleach.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Kisame hopped over the edge and raised his hand to cover his nose and mouth. "You just let all of that bleach go down the drain." He pointed to the bright white streak leading from where they were standing to the drain. "Whose idea was it to bleach the pool anyway?" Sakura asked testily and Kisame grabbed he objects out of the pool. "Kakuzu's." Kisame said once they were both near the lawn chairs. "And he's going to be pissed if he finds out you threw his money down the drain.
Sakura didn't was too wet and too tired to care so she just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, uh-huh. Can we just get the chlorine now?" Kisame watched as she rung out her clothes and tried to get the water out of her ear. "You've done enough today Chibi-chan." She ripped off the mask and venomously denied the name until Kisame pulled off his shirt. "W-What're-" "You need dry clothes, right?"
Sakura cautiously accepted it until she caught a small whiff of it. Her eye brow rose slightly and she brought the fabric to her nose and sniffed it. "You smell like axe and," She sniffed deeper before looking at him in surprise. "Raspberries…?" He gave her an odd look before laughing to the point where he was bent over and holding his sides. "Just go get changed." She walked up to Kisame and pecked his cheek before she left with a small "Thanks…"
Sakura looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and did a little twirl. Even though the shirt had been skin tight and just the right size on Kisame; it reached down to her knees and was big and baggy. All her clothes sat in a wet heap on the floor (with the exception on her underwear) and absolutely reeked. She had grabbed the bandage wrap from the first aid kit she found in the medicine cabinet and had made a make-shift bra for the time being. Her eyes had roamed to her pink hair, luckily untouched by the muck, and she noticed how it was still wet. With a careless shrug, she stuffed her dirtied things into a garbage bag she'd picked up and walked out of the bathroom.
"Sakura." Said girl looked over her shoulder and saw Sasori walking towards her. "Oh, hey…I was just leaving." Sakura flashed a quick and forced smile before hauling the bag over her shoulder and continuing in the opposite direction from the red-head. "Wait, I have something I need you to do." He grabbed the bag making her jerk to a stop and tried not to smirk in amusement when she glared at him in irritation. "But I'm tired." She pouted slightly not realizing that made Sasori want to keep her with him longer.
"It'll be your last job of the day anyway." He held out his arm in an escorting gesture and smirked when Sakura frowned and turned her head. She wasn't afraid of germs anymore. Oh no, Kisame's forced cleaning made sure of that, she just didn't want to touch Sasori even with his cloak on. Sakura begrudgingly followed him and after a few twist and turns ended up in another unfamiliar part of the house. He held open the door and Sakura walked in with her nose held high.
Sakura bumped into something and opened her eyes to come face to face with a large puppet. She tripped over her feet in surprise and was caught by Sasori. "Are you okay?" She blinked a couple of times before walking and tentatively ran her thumb along its chiseled features. It was so life-like she was afraid she'd met another Akatsuki member. "Who is this?" Her fingers ran through his hair in a gentle manner and Sasori was envious of his own art. "This is true art."
Sakura took a large step back and a look of worry came to her face. "But why is it inside? It's going to explode soon right?" Sasori scoffed and crossed his arms with an agitated look. "You've been spending too much time around that idiotic brat. Art is never fleeting. Real art is eternal and everlasting; to be forever passed to the generations to come." She nodded but was frowning on the inside. Both of their ideals were very contradicting to the other. And people wondered why she was failing art.
"That's not why we're here though." They walked past the many puppets and towards a large desk littered with carving tools ranging from antiques to electric. "I want you to sharpen every tool here." Sasori gestures to the small stool for her to sit but she eyes the small cushioned seat instead. "Why me?" He puts his hands on her small shoulders and steers her to the chair. Sakura plops down and looks at the hands that have yet to leave her shoulders. "Because you are misguided."
Her eyes leave his long and curled fingers to meet his lazy amber eyes. "Misguided?" Sasori nods and lowers himself to stand on his knees behind Sakura, still an inch taller than her. "Yes, misguided. You've been spending too much time around Deidara and he's misleading you about the true meaning of art." She looks down to the carving tools and picks one up. Her fingers glide along the neat "Sasori" engraved in cursive and she looks at the whetstone. "So you're going to show me how to make your puppet, or your…art?"
"One step at a time, doll. Today I'm showing you how to use the proper tools while you're still in my service." Sakura once again nodded before she put the chisel to the whetstone and softly scrapped the metal against the stone. "Harder." He grabbed her hands and positioned them properly before once again repeating the action, putting more force behind it than the pink haired girl did previously. She resisted the urge to abruptly stand and run (doing that with Kakuzu showed her that's what she wasn't supposed to do) by deciding to strike up a conversation in the absence of her music.
"You're hands are oddly cold." Okay, so small talk wasn't exactly one of her strong points. Sasori wasn't bothered by it and simply gave her hands a slight squeeze, feeling how she stiffened. "Ah. I have an iron deficiency." It was more than obvious Sakura was getting antsy so he released her and settled for sitting his head on her shoulder. "I think I can handle the rest on my own…" A small amused smirk pulled at his lips as he felt her subtly scoot forward to get him out of her personal space. "You're hands are oddly warm." He wrapped an arm around her waist and almost laughed out loud at how she quickly stiffened like a board.
"Feeling nervous, Sakura?" The redness of her ears answered his question and he silently heard her speed up her pace in sharpening his tools. "O-of course n-not!" He chuckled and brought his hand up to move her pink locks away so he could clearly see her face. "Liar." Sasori's fingers lightly brushed her neck in the process and she jumped, resulting in her cutting her finger on one of the sharper tools. Sakura lightly knocked the red head in the process causing him to loosen his grip just enough for her to slip out of his grasp.
"Ah, I um…g-gotta go to the…um…doctor! Yeah, to get this checked out!" Sakura showed the shallow cut on her finger before grabbing her bag, giving a quick wave, and bolting out the door. Sasori looked at his tools, amazed that she actually did manage to sharpen them all, and let a small smile come to his face. 'Damn it, my hermit ways are really starting to bite me in butt.' Sakura sucked her finger and slipped on her still-stinky-but-partly-dry pants, not wanting to walk home in just a giant t-shirt. As she grabbed her bike and made her way home, she pondered on how good her writing was and if she could actually forge a signature.
Done. I wanted to make this chapter where Hidan showed Sakura his religion, but some people are believers of the Jashin faith and I didn't want to offend. Just because I'm a Christian I feel no one should walk over the beliefs of a religion that isn't their own. I promise to make Sasori's moment longer next time but I felt I just had to get this posted. Again, I apologize for the lateness, but you can expect more updates once again.