Nexus
—Journey Back to Suna—
Sequel to Forced Love. You might not get it if you don't read Forced Love first…! And dropping in reviews isn't so bad either…
Uhmm… few notes:
The author of this fic is depressed— Sasori's thoughts
…only few reviewed. And she's losing inspirations to continue this — Sakura's thoughts
Reviews people. Reviews. I desperately need them.
Disclaimer: sadly, I do not own Naruto. Because, of course, if I did… I wouldn't be making this.
The walls of the Akatsuki 'lair' still gives Sakura that uneasy feeling. No wonder there though, I mean who would ever decorate their 'home' with numerous skulls and bloodstained wallpaper? And yes, Pein —their supposed-to-be-great leader— asked Hidan for help in the 'beautification'. For staying at the Akatsuki abode for about three 'wholesome' years Sakura is still amazed at how she could be surprised every single day. That's why they never plan, 'cause nothing goes out like they planned it to be.
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Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk.
Walk. Walk. Walk. Walk.
Walk. Walk. Walk.
Walk. Walk
Walk.
Oh yes, nothing more than a few kilometer walk to Pein-sama's office.
Knock. Knock. Knock
Always knock first. And if hasty enough to not knock, might find Pein-sama and Konan-chan shagging.
"Come in"
Give a few seconds before opening door.
If few grunting, moaning sounds halt, proceed to next step.
Finally, open the door.
And there you have it! Sakura's mental notes on how to stay alive without leader-sama decapitating you, keep watching, our next tips will be about shampooing Deidara's hair without you being detonated.
The only light that existed came from the door they just opened. Damn them trying-to-be-cold-and-emotionless people having lack of sense to install windows and lightbulbs, Dammit. Though not facing them, it was sure to be the Akatsuki leader, examining the spiky hair of course.
"I'll be fast ok?"
then the figure sitting in front of them twirled his office chair —yes, they are pretty picky on their furniture— and ta-da! Pein-sama!
Sasori and Sakura just nodded in response.
"We've been hearing that there's an underground group in Suna where they try to study our beast extraction jutsu. The lead in that project is this man—"
then Pein threw a tattered picture to the couple.
"Kitano Nobu, Suna's ex-leader, fired due to financial schemes. Been doing illegal operations for years. Now, he wants our secret, and I, want him dead."
Then Sakura pocketed the picture
"oh and, make it quick. Konan's making dinner this time"
"hai"
puff of smoke.
Then, gone.
That's how to end conversations the Akatsuki way.
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Jump. Jump. Jump
Sasori sped through the trees slightly leading his cherry blossom. The Gentleman's rule: Thou shall escort thy female.
Though Sakura ever thought of Sasori as not of a gentleman but as thy bastard.
Ouch
If you want to ask, Sakura's been kidnapped by Sasori, got close to s-class missing nins, got killed by Sasuke, the emo prince she so wanted before. Been born-again by no one else but Sasori-danna. And now, she is carrying the legendary Akasuna no Sasori's baby. Whew. Please wait while list is still being populated.
"why is my cherry blossom so gloomy today?" the 'bastard' purred.
Oh yeah, damn him and his seductively seducing eyes. One of the daily torments Sakura gets, Sasori's lusting.
"what now?" Sakura swore, if she wasn't trained and hadn't had a brain to resist lusting, she'd be having a dozen of kids by the age of thirty. Yeah, damn him more.
"oh, why is mwy pwetty pwincess bweing swo hwarsh?" the cutesy talk, simple yet so irresistible. Especially when a baby-faced mass murderer uses it. Sasori neared Sakura and caressed her cheek with his thumb —a slightly hard feat when your jumping through trees, being so seducing while doing that isn't so easy either—
Sasori lifted her head up —though Sakura, very reluctant, not wanting to— oh no. no no no no no. Not the eyes. NOT THE EYES. Crap.
Not those eyes. Those amazing chestnut eyes…
I hate it when you do that.
Checkmate.
And before you know it Sasori stopped on his tracks and scooped Sakura's arms holding on tightly and lowering his lips ready for a kiss…
You're bored aren't you?
A bit. But am I not allowed to give a little kiss to my wife?
Then their lips parted.
Smirk.
Oh great, someday I'm really going to wipe that ass looking smirk of yours.
You like it though, ne?
Then a blush adorned her pretty face. Yeah, two things she didn't like about Sasori: the ass looking smirks and his totally ass choice of words.
"Where are we anyway?" changing the subject
"Sakura-chan has no sense of direction. Good thing the great Sasori is here to help her." Sasori laughed
oh wait, make it three things. Sakura hates three things about Sasori: the ass looking smirks, his totally ass choice of words and his high-assed ego.
But at least everything else about Sasori, Sakura likes —scratch that— Sakura loves, although she mainly loves something about his ass.
Sigh. There's just too much ass.
"Sakura…"
Sakura stopped as he called her. She also stopped because of the sudden halt. Then she realized that Sasori was looking at the view the steep rock was giving them. Though only an outline, the slumbering red sand gave her a very warm feeling. The gorge was nothing compared to the enticing desert in front of them.
"Sakura"
She looked up at Sasori once again. Remembering every detail that his eyes were showing now. The chocolate hue tinted with scarlet eyes he had now, shone with what looked like great delight. A smile perfectly sitting across his angelic face.
"…this is Suna."
aaahhhh… Sasori goes back to his homeland…! And once again this chappy is sooo short can't seem to find inspiration. Sigh. Well, I'm not hoping you liked this chapter 'cause I, personally, hated it. And school's being such a bitch —I lost the bones on our frog skeleton. sigh. And truth is I'm giving more time to my doujinshi so… I may have to find some time to continue my fanfics.
But of course, reviews will boost up my desire to write.
Yeah, I am that desperate.
Kaila-chan
