Chapter 2
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Do you hear?
Do you hear those voices?
Do you hear the cries?
Do you hear?
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The night hung high above the city as two figures walked through the heavy crowd. They spoke silence, merely listened to the chatter of those around them. They didn't glance at one another, only continued to look ahead. The bright lights that shun overhead leading them to their destination.
"M'lady," one of the figures spoke close to the other's ear, breaking their comfortable silence.
The one who spoke was a man; he was of average height, midnight black hair and eyes as red as the color of crimson blood. His pale skin complimented his blood red eyes, and his handsome features were almost a complete replica of his elder brother.
"We are almost there, do not stress." A feminine voice replied to his questioning one. He nodded as the woman he was with walked on.
People would turn to look at the woman in her dark, tight fitting clothes. Her long pink hair flowing behind her as her heels clicked the sidewalk. Her beautiful and flawless pale skin sparkled against the lights, her breath taking green eyes, fierce and challenging. She was, what one of her 'followers' would call, a beautiful work of art that walked. She held herself with confidence, never backing down.
She smiled her frightening smile as they came to their destination. She stopped in front of a strip club. The man with her glanced down at her.
"M'lady…" He spoke before the woman held up her hand. He shuts his mouth and followed her inside.
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Do you hear the music?
Do you hear that soothing melody?
Do you hear the tapping of dancing feet?
Do you hear?
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"Boss, a woman is here to see you." A man said through a crack in the door. Three figures looked up at his voice. The one sitting behind a large wooden desk nodded before speaking.
"Yes, yes, I was expecting her. Send her in." The man nodded and opened the door wider to let the woman and her companion inside the large office.
The man behind the desk spoke, "Hime, what a pleasure it is to see you." The woman put on her most dashing smile.
"Yes, how are you, Chohan," Her voice was of pure conversational enjoyment. Her companion stood back next to the door as the woman walked up to shake hands.
"I am quite well, Hime." He replied. The woman looked down at his own companions who flushed under her gaze.
"Who are your companions, Chohan?" He looked over at the two men sitting in his office chairs facing his desk. He blinked, seeming to forget about the two.
"Ah, yes, these are the men who told me of the information you have requested, Hime." She nodded and smiled at the men sitting there.
"This man," Chohan pointed to her left, "is Aoto, he helped with the data collecting." Then he pointed to the other man at her right, "This man is Jin, he helped create the data profiles online, our computer specialist if you will."
The woman hummed and nodded before introducing herself and her companion, "Yes, yes, it is indeed a pleasure to meet you. My name is Sakura, and my companion is Sasuke," Sasuke bowed his head in acknowledgement, "I'm sure he has explained what the information is for, yes?"
The two men nodded as they reply, "Good, good." Aoto and Jin flushed again.
"Now, do you have my files, Chohan?" Sakura asked; moving past the two men to stand on the side of the man sitting in his office chair.
"Why, of course, but you know the deal." He replied with a smirk on his face. She nodded and looked over at Sasuke; he shrugged off the bag he was holding. He walked up to the desk and dropped it with a thud. He went back to where he was standing by the door.
Sakura said a quick thank you before unzipping the bag and waiting for him to look inside. Inside were ten stacks of ten grand, cash. He nodded before opening his top desk drawer, pulling out a rather large file.
"Now, this information is classified…" Sakura merely continued to smile as she grabbed the file from his hand.
"Yes, that is why I want it. Do not worry, Chohan, this will only help in the mere future." And she turned to leave; Sasuke opened the door waiting for her to walk out. Chohan smirked.
"Nice doing business, Hime," Sakura paused but didn't turn to look at him.
"Yes, it was a pleasure…" And she left, followed closely by her black haired companion.
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Do you hear?
Do you hear the shattering?
Do you hear the shallow breaths?
Do you hear?
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He could remember the day he had first met the mysterious woman. He could picture it, clear as day. The way she stood out from the rest. She gown was of the top most elegance. A deep midnight blue, the skirt long and tight; it showed all of her curves. The back was covered with a small opening in the middle, showing off her spine. As for the front, it had a rather long V-neck; stopping just below her breasts. The woman's slender neck had a necklace of pearls, her earrings matched as well as her bracelet on her right wrist.
Her hair was of the most beautiful shade of pale pink. It was tied up into a loose, curly bun. Her bangs were curled and framed her gorgeous face. He could see a few small strands loosely falling out of her bun, however she was still beautiful.
But the thing that captured his heart was her eyes. Her doe like eyes. Green as emeralds; they were masked of all emotion, however showed interest of the people around her. He could remember the way those same eyes looked upon him. The way he was drawn into those green depths; deeper and deeper he fell into them, he was lost in those dangerously fierce eyes as they swallowed him whole.
He could also remember the way she danced. The way her body moved with her partner's as they circled the dance floor. She moved perfectly in tune with the music as it played a lovely melody, as if it were made especially for her. The way the violins and the way the harp were in sync with her footing. She glided, floated even, a crossed the dance floor. All eyes on her and her dance partner for that dance.
In that moment he knew. He knew he had to have her. He had to have the feel of her. He had to have the taste of her on his tongue. He had to have the smell of her perfume to himself and no other. He needed to touch her, feel the smoothness of her skin as he ran his hands over every inch of her. He wanted no one to see the way she looked and moved. He wanted her for himself and no one else; no one else but him could have her. And with that feeling in mind, he ventured out for his prey.
The music had stopped by then, the beautiful woman bowing her head to her dance partner. He had a blush covering his face as he bowed back. He repeatedly said his thanks for allowing him to dance with her; she only had a small smile upon those pink colored lips.
"Madam," The woman turned to look at him, his shoulders pushed back, his hand outstretched to her. She watched him, observed him.
She started at his hair, black as coal. It was long and silky, tied with a red ribbon at the nap of his neck. His bangs framed his handsome face. His eyes were of the same color of his hair, black and shining. He seemed calm, although he had stress marks on each side of his straight nose. He had thin lips; that were upturned into a faint smirk.
She moved down to look at his attire for that evening. A white button down shirt, a perfect and straight red tie; his black vest was pressed and clung to his lean torso. He had a black jacket covering his white shirt and vest. He wore black dress pants with polished dress shoes. He stood with grace, with perfect balance.
She bowed her head as acknowledgement, "Sir."
The man whom she was dancing with seemed to deflate as he watched the scene in front of him. He said his short goodbyes before turning and walking off. She turned to watch him go. That irked the young gentlemen standing to her left.
"Madam, could I take a moment of your time to come and have a drink with me?" The man asked and she turned back at him. He looked into her deep, beautiful green eyes. She gave him a breath taking smile.
"Why, of course," she replied and took his outstretched hand.
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Do you hear?
Do you hear the giggles?
Do you hear the voices?
Do you hear?
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"M'lady," A voice rang out to the woman under silk sheets. She slowly raised, the sheets falling off of her naked shoulders. They pooled at her waist; her back facing the figure standing at the door. Her head was hung low and her hair covered her face from the figure's view.
"Hmm, you have guests arriving today, m'lady." The figure's voice sounded young though sounded wise. The woman turned her head to look at the intruder of her dreamless sleep. Her eyes narrowing as she looked upon one of her most devoted followers.
"Sasori… Come," her voice was just above a whisper, she had an arm outstretched to him. He obeyed in an instant.
"Yes, m'lady?" He questioned and she pulled him to her. He breathed out as he felt the prick of teeth hit his pale flesh. He put his hand on the bed for support to keep himself up for her.
He wanted nothing more to please her. He wanted to feel as if he was helping her with anything and everything. He wanted his queen to lean on him. To ask for his support and no one else's; he wanted her for himself. He was just like the others. So devoted to her, ready and willing; he took pleasure in knowing she called for him when she could have chosen someone else. He relished in it.
"M'lady…" Sasori lowly moaned out. Her tongue ran along the two holes she had just left on his otherwise flawless skin. She pulled her head back and looked him in the eyes. He moved closer to her and licked the remaining blood off of her crimson covered lips.
"Let us get ready, m'lady." He said as he pulled his face away from her. He craved her touch, but he knew he had to stop himself. He had to distance himself from his only living drug.
She gave him one of her most dangerous smiles.
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A/N: Well, here we are. My second chapter. I hope you enjoyed it.