Hey. :) I'm just doing a little revising because of a lot of critiques… so if for some reason you randomly decide to read this more than once… you might notice a difference. –This message will be posted on every revised chapter.-

A.A.- I would like to thank everyone who reviewed for chapter one! . However…there are a lot more people on my alert list….than the amount of reviews I received. I got six reviews….but ELEVEN alerts, TWO C2s, and SIX favs! I know where you lurkers live! Okay, not I don't….but I do know who you are. So please, if you read, can you review? -puppy eyes-

I also want to thank InuyashaHELP, blackXheart, Chie, Soysauce-jr, and MidnightForKaorim, and the answer is 42, for the wonderful reviews, as well as Blacksash, who has offered to be my Beta! .

Oh, and I changed this story's title to Fate Determined by Luck. You're probably thinking, "?" However, there is a whole part on it in the story. If you don't understand, just say so in your review! .

Revised: 1/2/08

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Chapter Two

Mission Status- Departure

Fate Determined by Luck

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Today was the day…

…and the phrase rang through her head like an alarm clock.

Okay, it could've been because the alarm clock was actually ringing. That was beside the point, though. It had been ringing on and off for the past few hours, and whether or not it actually was or wasn't- didn't really matter. The sound was aggravating, and being the glorified kunoichi she was, she had only responded to the noise by covering her face with her pillow as she tried to wish it all away.

"Crap. Crap. Crap," Sakura muttered to herself, in almost a chant, as she stared only half awake at her personal clock that had found itself positioned on her night table. Ah, the night table. It had been her mother's, as well as her mother's mother's, and it had been Sakura's ever since her mother had passed away a few years ago. She had wanted to give it to her daughter when the right time came, however, thoughts of marrying, especially to her beloved "Sasuke-kun," had disintegrated with the immaturity that made him call her "so annoying" in the first place.

Sakura sat up in her bed and began to get ready. She slipped off of the mattress and slithered to the rocking chair in the corner: the one on which she had placed that dreadful outfit.

Sliding out of her clothes, she pulled on some new underwear, panties and bra, and ran her fingers over the silky skirt. Pulling the top over her head, Sakura fumbled with the strings as she tried to get the maroon attire into place…covering all that she could. She then proceeded to pull her black skirt up, zipping up the silver zipper on the side, watching as it fell down to her hips with a frown. She bit her lip as she grabbed a brush from the nightstand and started to run it through her hair. She hadn't understood what possessed her, but she had been up a few hours before to shower. She had cleansed herself for the day, and had then fallen back asleep.

"Shows how alert I am," Sakura thought, as she brought the pink marshmallow fluff, which was her hair, up onto the back of her head, tying it off tightly. She then braided the back, and retied it, creating a rope-like effect. In the back of her mind, Sakura mused a dark thought: her hair wouldn't be this neat after the first part of her mission ended.

Pulling out some make-up, Sakura applied some blush onto her cheeks. She had woken up with particularly pale skin that morning, making her look like a China doll. She also added some deep red lipstick in her lips, as well as a thick coat of mascara and lines of dark blue eye shadow.

Looking at herself, Sakura sighed, not liking the affect that her hair gave off.

"Screw it," she thought to herself as she pulled the tie out. Her pink hair fluffed out, and she replaced the elastics with a purple band that went on her head, almost like the forehead protector style she had worn so many years ago. The effect of this hairstyle was not like the innocence of the other. This time, the front of her hair, up until the band, was flat, while the rest puffed up naturally- one would think it would take a gallon of hairspray, but Sakura's hair seemed to be defying gravity.

She grabbed a brown cloak, to make herself appear destitute, and was out the door.

She had only wished that Naruto could have been there to see her off. He was the closest thing to family that she had, at the moment, and she wanted see him before she went. In a way, however, it was a good thing that Naruto was not back. She was sure she would have blurted out the whole mission to him. She had to remember that this was an ANBU mission, and even though she was allowed to tell him…she didn't want him to worry. The time would come for him to learn.

She gave a small laugh as she felt over a small spot on her upper arm. An ANBU tattoo was supposed to be there; however, not wanting to give away her position as a shinobi to Orochimaru, she had covered it with a cover-up lotion. Sakura prayed that it wouldn't come off because if Orochimaru discovered the she, Toreishii, as she had decided to go by for the mission, was indeed a kunoichi, she would, even perhaps literally, be screwed terribly.

Brushing the terrible thought away from her soon to be not-so-innocent mind, Sakura passed through the gates of Konoha, pulling the cloak's hood, which to her resembled a potato sack, over her fairly fluffy hair.

She was off.

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Wind blew through the ANBU's hood, creating a makeshift parachute out of the cloth. Using a small amount of chakra to speed up making sure she could get there by evening, Sakura bounced on each tree branch with force. The sleek heels on her feet were proving to be extremely annoying. Sakura feared that she'd twist her ankle jumping before she even reached Otonin Tenshi. She hoped luck would be on her side- it usually wasn't, but maybe for this small trail, it would be. Luck usually took on smaller tasks, leaving the large ones to its brother Fate, which could prove either good or bad depending on the circumstances. For instance, if she did twist her ankle, it could be Fate, as well as vice-versa…Fate could take her side too. However, it would be the Luck that influenced her Fate- if she was Lucky, her Fate would be for the best.

It was all quite confusing, actually.

Sakura's body skidded to a stop as she heard music in the distance. She gave a confused look. The place was really in the middle of nowhere. It was supposed to be right off of Sound's borders, but if this was it, it would be a good half-day's walk. Wanting to check it out, she crept behind a tree and peeked out.

She gave a small gasp.

This was indeed it. A rundown brothel filled with the smell of sex and beer. How descriptive- yet it seemed to describe it perfectly. It seemed less like a brothel, and more like a bar, or stripper's club. That didn't really matter to Sakura, though. Seduction was seduction. She had to do it either way.

Sakura pulled down her hood, and sighed.

She glanced up at the sun to try to determine the time. From the looks of it, she was a little late. She expected to…with her heels and everything.

"I wonder…if he's even here. I wonder if he even comes here! What if…what if…I came here from nothing…and things happen…" Sakura pondered nervously, as she began her feeble walk toward the door. A missing-nin stood at the door, a cigarette lit in this mouth. He saw here a grinned, missing teeth, as well as grimy brown reveal itself.

Sakura stood uneasily near him as she quickly floated past him and into the building, shutting out any comments he might have sneered.

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Here she was. The bro- Nah. It wasn't a brothel. It was a bar- a missing-nin filled bar. Sakura shuddered. No, I take that back. Toreishii shuddered. She took off her cloak and placed it in a small closet, that was occupied by other nin's attire. Jacket's, hats, even a few Akatsuki cloaks here and there. At that, Sakura hoped she wouldn't run into anyone like Itachi.

Departing from the closet, Sakura made her way around the bar, ignoring a few stares and ass spankings she received on her way toward the table. She took her seat at the bar table and looked at the bartender tiredly.

"What'll it be miss?" he asked casually, not even caring that she was under drinking age.

"Um," she started, quietly. Frankly she had no idea. "I guess I'll have…"

"You're most expensive," a person added, placing his elbow on the table.

"Oh, no, sir, please," Sakura stated, looking up at the voice's owner.

Shit. Shit. Shit. Orochimaru. Shit. Shit. Shit.

She bit her lip and hoped he wouldn't recognize her as "Sasuke's teammate." She did look very different as to when they'd last met, but not many girls had pink hair.

"Oh, it's my pleasure, missss," he slithered as he turned his head toward the bartender.

She silently thanked God for her luck…no matter hoe unpleasant it was.

"Get the lady's drink now, my good sir," he said in a way that made Sakura feel like throwing up. This wouldn't be half as easy as she had thought it would be. His voice was like that of a snake's: sickly, slithering, s- egh. That list went on and on.

She turned to him. A look was on his face that Sakura had not seen on any other's before.

"May I ask of your name?" he said, his face only inches from her ear.

Sakura looked down and tried to blush. "My name," she began, "is Toreishii. I am a wanderer." She looked back up. "What about…you?" she said very innocently, acting quite forward.

"Perhaps you've heard of me. Orochimaru. I'm a pretty well-known…shinobi."

"Hm…" Sakura stated, placing her head on her chin. "Whatever."

"I sssee, not like that. Hm," Orochimaru began, taking his place on the barstool.

"Well," he said in a hushed tone, a few inches away from her ear. "They also say I'm good with my tongue."

Sakura's eyes widened as she felt his tongue run slowly over the shell of her ear. She tried to suppress a small whimper, but it was forced out. She could almost sense the senin smirking as he ran his tongue behind her ear and up and down her neck, while his head remained in the same place.

Sakura almost felt like she was in a trance, a small pain awoke her though. She turned her head. "What was that?"

"Oh? Nothing. Just examining, giving you a present, Toreishii-san."

Sakura gave a small nod, as she wrapped her arms around Orochimaru, nuzzling him softly. On the inside- she felt like she was going to throw up. This was so wrong…so…so…wrong.

"Of-of course, Orochimaru-kun," she stated, adding the "-kun" just to see what would happen.

"Toreishii," he murmured seductively, rubbing Sakura's cheek softly.. He had taken off the "-san." Lost his respect for her, eh? Ah, they kept changing suffixes with each other. How annoying.

"Orochimaru-sama!" a voice interrupted.

"Saved…" Sakura thought, sighing inside her mind.

"Orochimaru-sama!" the voice repeated. A tall man stood in front of the snake-man, a marked forehead protector on his forehead- more specifically, Sound.

"Hm?" Orochimaru grunted. He sounded quite angry to be interrupted from his- activity.

"Sasuke-sama is having strange attacks," the man said, worried.

"I'll be there. Now get out of my sight. Help him…do what he wants…until I return."

"Hai, Orochimaru-sama." With that, he disappeared.

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"Gomen," he said, looking back at Toreishii, his eyes half-open.

"S'okay," Sakura stated, sighing. Her head spun as she thought of Sasuke.

"Sasuke," Sakura started. "Is he your br-?"

"Apprentice," he interrupted. "I'm taking over his body in a few months."

Sakura gasped.

"That means…if you stick around…you just might get to see me in a more beautiful body."

It disgusted her, but Sakura sugarcoated her voice. "But Orochimaru-sama, I like you just the way you are." She twirled her finger on his chest, and felt his temperature rise.

He smirked and disappeared with a wave in a matter of seconds.

In his place, however, remained a note.

8:30 PM

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Sakura cringed. He'd meet her another two days at the bar at 8:30. She sighed wondering how long could she keep up the act.

Well, she had learned about Sasuke. Perhaps that would pay off. A few months…that was all the time she had, and here she was, acting like a prostitute.

She quickly felt a burning sensation on her neck. She shut her eyes and itched it, but the burning only increased. "What the?" she muttered, standing up, she walked over to a mirror leaving her drink behind.

She hadn't drunk any of it.

Seeing the mirror, she tilted her head and was disturbed by the sight she saw.

God, no. Damn it…no…god, please, no!

The pounding continued, and Sakura fell to her knees as she clutched her neck grimacing…

..A Cursed Seal…

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A.A.- Chapter Two complete! –cheers- Chapter three is being written as we speak, and it will be up before I leave for summer camp –the 24th- however, I'll be gone the whole summer. :( Yeah. BUT, I hope you enjoyed this one. . Took awhile, but I hope the wait was worth it!