frat boys and she-devils
chapter 7: corrupting the innocent
The ride home was the most awkward experience of Sakura's life. It was even worse than that time Ino had come home with a guy, so drunk that she'd forgotten that Sakura had stayed in, and so was in bed, and had fallen on top of her whilst she was asleep.
Waking up to a half-naked stranger, a shirtless Ino and half a bottle of vodka poured over her bedcovers was not how she liked to start her day.
But this, the overwhelming cloud of shame and disgust and pure anger that radiated from Sasori was choking her. He sat in the passenger seat, a face of stone and arms crossed tightly. He'd shut off the music the second they'd gotten in the car, and Kisame, sensing that his jokes were really not appreciated right now, lazed in the backseat with headphones on, attempting to make his 6 ft self as invisible as possible.
Hell hath no fury like a pissed-off Sasori.
Once he had shocked Sakura and Deidara apart, he had stood there with a face like thunder until the others had returned from the ride. The others, who probably guessed what had happened the second they took in the scene (why else would Sasori be so mad at Sakura), were quick to whisk the group back to the parking lot, and turned a blind eye when Sasori all-but shoved Deidara into the back of Itachi's car.
Every second they drove was a second closer to Sakura being left alone to face her brother, and she was shitting herself. The temptation to jump out of the moving vehicle and run for the hills was pretty strong by this point.
Unfortunately, they were home all too soon.
Sasori launched from the vehicle, while Sakura stood slowly with the air of someone being sent to the executioner. She hadn't looked her brother in the eye since the awkward interruption, but as his shoes came into her line of sight she knew it was time to face the music. Swallowing her nerves, she slowly raised her gaze to meet his burning hazel eyes.
What she hadn't expected was for him to snatch the keys from her hand.
She also definitely hadn't expected him to grab Deidara by the wrist, dump him into her passenger seat, and then drive away.
She was left standing in the empty road, watching the dust rise and blinking away her surprise.
A heavy hand fell on her shoulder, and Kisame gently began dragging her towards the house.
The silence of the group was broken when they closed the front door behind them.
"Shit man, Deidara's punk-ass is dead as fuck."
After Hidan's less-than-helpful comment, Sakura had hurried away up the stairs to try and process everything that had just happened.
Flopping down on her small balcony, she stared out at the late afternoon sun, taking comfort from the peace that came from a bright, open sky. She couldn't help it when a giddy smile crawled onto her face.
Deidara liked her. Deidara had kissed her.
And fuck her, had it been a hot kiss. He was unfairly talented, and she only hoped that Sasori wasn't currently burying his body in the woods somewhere, as she could only imagine how skilled the blonde could be in other areas.
Her smile transformed into a smirk.
There was nothing she could do now but wait for their return, but she'd go crazy sitting alone in her room. Luckily, she knew a few people who were pretty good when it came to distractions.
An hour later, she and Hinata were both in Sakura's bed, eyes fixed on the screen in front of them. A half empty carton of ice cream sat melting between them, as well as a mountain of chocolate and homemade daiquiris on either night stand. The curtains were all drawn, the room in semi-darkness, and Hinata had the duvet pulled up over her face, pale eyes barely peeking over the top. Sakura was leaning forward, engaged completely on the horror film they had decided to watch while they waited for the others to arrive.
A call to Ino had the blonde jumping in the car within minutes - after all, anything was better than studying. She had also given explicit orders that she had to meet Hinata, whom Sakura had grown very close to quickly. She had also made it her mission to pick up Shikamaru on her way to Sakura's, as the two went way back.
They were the 'will they, won't they?' couple of Sakura's high school, and the cause of many headaches. She knew both of them liked the other, she just couldn't get it through their heads - they were notoriously stubborn. Although, it had been years now since they were all in the same place, and it was likely that both of them had moved on by now.
The film was reaching the climax, the heroine creeping silently through the halls of an abandoned manor house as the spirits stalked her every move. Both girls were silent, watching in trepidation as the girl on screen reached out a shaking hand, grasping the doorknob -
And then Sakura's door flung open.
Both girls screeched louder than Sakura thought possible, clutched at each other, and somehow ended up propelling themselves backwards off the bed.
Ino was in stitches, gasping for breath as she fell on the floor in complete hysterics. Shikamaru merely chuckled, shaking his head in exasperation as he reached out tanned hands to help both girls off the floor. The second Sakura was on her feet, she launched herself at the blonde and began beating her with the nearest item - a slipper.
Soon enough, Ino's laughter turned into shrieks as they began grappling on the floor.
"What the fuck happened in here?"
Sakura looked up from where she was currently straddling Ino, hand holding the slipper raised above her head, to meet the dumbfounded look on Kisame's face. He was stood in her doorway, bat in hand, Hidan close behind wielding what looked like a hunting knife (which was only mildly terrifying).
Regaining her composure, Sakura slipped silently off the other girl and raised placating hands to the older guys.
"It's fine, put the weapons down, you freaks." she grouched, reluctantly pulling Ino to her feet. Ino, who was currently being looked up and down by a smirking Hidan. Sakura didn't miss the spark in Hidan's eyes, or the way Ino smoothed her hair at the attention.
Shikamaru's jaw clenched minutely.
Interesting.
"Who are your friends then pinky?" Kisame asked, gaze jumping from Ino to Shikamaru and back to Sakura. He slung his bat over his shoulder, posture relaxed now that the perceived threat was gone.
"Oh right, this is Ino and Shikamaru - home friends. Guys, this is Kisame," said boy raised a lazy hand, "and Hidan," who managed to look away from Ino long enough to throw the other newcomer a nod.
"You guys already know Hinata," she continued, closing her eyes against the matching grins that spread on her housemates faces, and the blush that rushed to Hinata's cheeks.
Now there was a night she wanted to permanently erase from her memory.
She had invited Hinata over for a study session, and had been giving her a quick tour when they had entered the kitchen to be met with a scene that involved half-naked men, the smell of chemicals and a squirrel.
She had shut the kitchen door, led Hinata upstairs and never questioned what had been happening. There was no way she would like the answer.
Sighing deeply, she turned to Ino.
"Who let you in?"
The blonde shrugged, twirling her ponytail around her fingers. "Some guy with dark hair, super-hyper, practically cried in delight when we said we were your friends."
Oh Tobi, he was too good for this world.
"Well," she started, clapping her hands together, "now that we've established I'm not being murdered, how about you two slink back to whatever holes you came out of. Mama needs a drink."
Flapping her hands dismissively at the figures in her doorway, she reclaimed her daiquiri from the stand and downed it in one gulp.
"I thought we'd be drinking, so I brought some supplies," Ino sang, reaching for a bag on the floor that Sakura hadn't noticed before. The clinking of glass filled the room as the contents was emptied onto Sakura's bed.
The mountain of alcohol brought a smile to Sakura's lips, and she thanked the world for Ino's dad's credit card.
Sakura lived in a den of iniquity, and she was so ok with that.
Her friends were idiots, and she was ok with that too.
They'd relocated to the kitchen, and both her friends and her housemates - minus Itachi, who was shut in his room, and Sasori and Deidara, who were still out - were crowded around the table, each in various states of sobriety.
Hinata was to her left, currently talking to Ino about some place in France where they both went skiing. She was infinitely glad that they seemed to be getting along well, as they were her closest female friends. Shikamaru, on her other side, was getting on surprisingly well with Kisame, and was at least accepting of Hidan. They were all pretty tipsy when Tobi ran into the room and slapped a black box down on the table, catching the attention of everyone.
"Oh my god, yes!" Ino exclaimed, clapping her hands delightedly. Kisame was already laughing, and Sakura grinned happily at Tobi.
She fucking loved Cards Against Humanity.
As the cards were doled out, Sakura's phone pinged from where it lay face-down on the table. Unlocking it with her thumb, she was met with the grinning, blurry face of Naruto. His arm was slung around the shoulders of a sullen Sasuke, dragging him into view of the camera, and it was pretty clear that both boys were on their way to wasted.
Huffing a laugh, she sent back a snap of her pulling a face, lifting her glass to the camera in a cheers motion.
Turning her attention back to the table, she noticed Hinata's wary expression. Of course, someone as innocent as her wouldn't have played a game that involved cards like 'bigger, blacker dick' and 'incest'. But hey, Hinata was nothing if not willing to try.
They should have realised early on that she would crush them all.
It was safe to say that the rest of them had no inhibitions, dirty minds and a dark sense of humour, but none of them thought Hinata would be the worst of them all.
Quiet, sweet, innocent little Hinata. Sakura was so proud.
At this point, they were all well into the realm of drunk, currently laughing boisterously as Ino tried to read her card through the tears streaming down her cheeks. The chirp of Sakura's phone only just registered above the noise, and she replied to Naruto's question of what she was up to with a quick video of the room, subsequently capturing the moment Ino yelled 'anus' and then slumped laughing on the table.
Which of course would be the scene that Sasori and Deidara walked into.
As Sakura was sat facing the door, she was the only one who registered them at first. Her gaze flicked from Deidara - who was sporting no obvious bruises, and still had all his hair - to Sasori, who was glaring intensely at her. It was happening.
She was being summoned.
He was either going to strangle her, or ship her off to a nunnery in the British countryside.
To be honest, she thought, as she reluctantly heaved herself from the table, catching the sympathetic glance from Hinata, I'd rather take the strangling.
As she passed Deidara, their hands traced each other's knuckles, and Sakura resigned herself to the fact that if today was the day she was going to die, she'd had a pretty good last day.
The asshole wasn't blinking.
Her brother was, without a doubt, the most intimidating person she had ever encountered. They were currently in his room, Sakura sat spinning on his desk chair as Sasori paced in front of her. He hadn't spoken yet, but Sakura knew she had to be patient - if she dared even breathe too loud he would probably tear her head off.
Finally, the red-head ceased pacing, coming to a stop with his back turned to her. He let out a loud, drawn out sigh and massaged his temple, eyes closed tightly. Then, with what sounded like a muttered 'fuck my life', he spun around abruptly and fixed his sister with a cool stare.
"I hope you realise that the fact that I haven't slaughtered both you and that imbecile proves that I'm the greatest brother ever, and my Christmas present this year better be fucking incredible."
Not wanting to antagonise him, she nodded silently.
With another sigh, he dropped his arms to his side and looked up at the ceiling in what must have been defeat.
"If he does anything to upset or hurt you, and I mean fucking anything, I'll kill him, no exceptions. I don't want to hear about your relationship, I don't want to see you acting all coupley and I swear to God, if I hear you having sex, I'm shipping you back to dad's and shipping Deidara off to an early grave, got it? "
She nodded again, hope in her eyes as she realised that this was actually happening. As much as she didn't need Sasori's approval for her relationships, she couldn't stand the idea that her being happy meant that Sasori had to lose his best friend.
Seeing his sister practically vibrating with happiness, Sasori rolled his eyes.
"Get out of here, would you? I need sleep."
Laughing cheerfully, she ignored his blunt dismissal and swooped in to hug him around the waist, crying into his shoulder about how he was the 'bestest big brother in the world ever' before practically skipping from the room.
She missed the lopsided smile that Sasori shot at her back as he closed the door.
He thanked the lord he had a decent pair of noise-cancelling headphones.
This, Sakura thought, was a pretty fucking perfect night.
Here she was, sat on the deck in the garden, making out with her hot new boyfriend, drunk on cocktails, with a room full of friends and loud music to return too.
Whenever she could pull herself away from the gorgeous blonde who was currently doing sinful things with his hands, that was.
They'd talked it through after Sasori had given them his (slightly reluctant) blessing, and decided to make it exclusive from the get-go, and just see how it went. She couldn't wait to get Hinata and Ino alone and have a totally girly gush session, planning dates and bragging about how good a kisser he was. She didn't care if that made her sound like some 14 year old with a crush, because honestly, that was how she felt. That sort of bubbly excitement you get from a young, innocent relationship - not that she had any intention of this being an innocent relationship.
The bite mark hidden by her hair was testimony to that.
Reluctantly, she pulled away, staring sappily into blue eyes that were half hidden in darkness.
Grinning at his smug smirk, she pulled him to his feet and began leading him inside, where they were met with a chorus of wolf-whistles and suggestive eyebrow waggling. Shikamaru had moved up next to Hinata, leaving a seat open for Deidara, and as they sat down and started on a new round of Ring of Fire, she couldn't help but laugh out loud in drunken glee.
Something had to go wrong soon.
A/N: Oops, that took longer to write than it should have, got too distracted starting another story (sorry!), but hope you enjoyed!
