Creature Feature Deki Café
Hatake Kakashi: masque
Work was grueling, both mentally and physically, at the hospital and the café. When she wasn't at one place, she was at the other. There was hardly any time for her to sit and take a breather. She spent all her energy, time, and power into her jobs that she completely neglected herself. Her social life seemed to be at its all time low, despite how meager it was in the beginning. She hadn't seen Ino in what seemed like forever. She missed her girlfriends and actually going out and doing something other than giving shots or taking orders. The last time she actually had time to read a book in her one of her favorite coffee shops was before she was an intern.
But she shouldn't be complaining, in fact, she was more than happy with herself at the moment. She had two perfectly well paying jobs that kept her in medical school and paid her bills. Not to mention the fact that her overly protective and worried parents were now off her back. It had taken them a while to accept that fact that their little girl was all grown up and she could do things on her own. They weren't too entirely thrilled with her working at the café, but upon hearing how happy she was and how much she was making, they couldn't really say otherwise.
Letting out a content sigh, she took another sip of her cocoa and bathed in the rays of the sun. Sitting in her condo's balcony, she relished in the warmth of the early morning. Thursdays were late start days, which meant after her shift at the hospital was over; she would head straight for the café. That gave her enough time to prepare for the dinner hour, which happened to be the busiest time of the day. All those hungry, uptight business men and women and their shameless behavior with the Deki-Maids, it was comical, not to mention a bit awkward. She'd only seen a handful of males working there besides Daemon, and they were hardly ever seen. The most popular one had one job, and that was to open doors and hand people their menus. In fact, he was voted along side Bou and herself as the café's most popular maids and butlers.
She couldn't help grinning at the thought, she was never really popular in high school and her name was easily forgettable. But at the café, she was suddenly becoming a requested presence, and she just started too! A blush tinted her delicate features as she remembered all those bedroom looks both sexes sent her way. It wasn't everyday someone asked you for a date after personally meeting you for five minutes! She just had to ask Bou how she managed to handle everything with such ease and brush it off with that charming smile of hers.
As she reluctantly got up from her seat and stretched her arms over her head, the newspaper that was lounging on her lap fell to the floor and opened up to a random page. Bending over and picking it up, she stopped midway when her eyes focused on a familiar face. Her eyes narrowed before saddening widening in shock and curiosity. Standing straight up, she ran inside where the light wasn't so bright and the picture became clearer.
No…way…
It couldn't be, it was impossible. The picture was taken in 1986, it was 2010. But that face seemed to have stood still in time, never changing, and looking exactly how she did all those years ago. Sakura knew that face, she knew that person, hell; she spoke to that person on more than one occasion! This person was her superior for crying out loud! It wasn't the face that this person still looked insanely gorgeous twenty-four years later; it was the words right above the smiling portrait that stunned her.
Missing: Asuka Bou, age 21. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'9. Date last seen, April 12, 1987.
This is a little weird.
"Good afternoon, Ghost."
A silver haired woman looked up from under her covers. The crinkles near her eyes indicated that she was smiling. Sakura moved towards the windows and pulled back the curtains, letting in a stream on sunlight into the once dark and freezing room. As she opened the window, a warm breeze brushed along her skin and tickled the ends of her chest length hair. Quickly, she scuffled to the side of the bed and readjusted the automatic bed settings to make things a bit more comfortable for the patient. Said patient took notice of how flustered her nurse was and slightly lowered her covers until it hovered over just her mouth.
"I'm fine you know." Her voice was high, but very scratchy. Almost like the sound of a growling cat.
Clearing her throat before actually speaking, just to make sure it didn't give any hint of how she was actually feeling, she smiled at the girl and tucked in the blanket. She grabbed the clipboard at the end of the bed and began reading some of the reports Tsunade and Shizune had written down.
"Yeah, but I just want you to be comfortable."
Ghost, who was more reclusive than shy, refused take off her over sized jacket and kept the hood on at all times. She constantly hid under the blanket until someone had to yank off, and was labeled the 'freakiest' patient anyone had to deal with. Her odd habits, like talking to herself in low whispers when she thought no one was listening, seemed to have spooked some of the other nurses and doctors around the place. The only people who actually had the guts to deal with her and her unusual antics were Sakura, the head doctor (Tsunade), and the head nurse (Shizune).
"Is there something wrong?"
Sakura bit her bottom lip before sighing and plastering a forced smile on her face, "No, everything's alright."
"Your fingers are shaking."
She looked down, and sure enough, they were. Even if she tried to stop, it wasn't going to happen anytime soon. Her mind kept racing back to the newspaper article from earlier that morning. It was just too shocking to ignore or forget. When she went to the café later that night, she was going to asking Bou a lot of questions. What other secrets were hidden in that little shop of horrors? Were the owners really aliens? Did they want to kidnap human beings and turn them into animal maids? Just what the hell was she thinking? Her over imaginative mind was running again. This was getting too out of control. There was a perfectly logical explanation for all of this. Sure, just because that lady looked exactly like Bou, that didn't mean it was actually her.
"Your face is pale."
Her attention was immediately returned to reality and she shook her head, brushing all thoughts of said matter away. Though she tried to seem normal and casual on the outside, her smile had faltered and it didn't go unmissed.
"How do you like Creature Feature?"
"Oh, well it's doing great actually! It's wonderful; I really like it so far. Phantom and Daemon were very…er…welcoming to my arrival."
She clapped underneath the blanket and cocked her head to the side, "So what's your animal?"
"I'm a dog, a golden retriever."
"Ah, the most loyal and faithful of canines. You know, that could be considered an honor."
"Really?"
"They must really like you." I really like you.
Finally, a smile that wasn't forced spread across her lips.
Unfortunately, it was not Bou who greeted her at the door.
"Good evening Miss Sakura."
"Hey Riona, where's Bou? I need to talk to her about something."
"Oh, I'm afraid she is in a meeting with other maid leaders at the moment, she will be out shortly before dinner time."
Sakura pursed her lips together, seems like her chat with the woman would just have to wait. Just as she was about to head for the dressing room, the amber haired woman tapped her shoulders lightly.
"Lady Phantom has requested a small talk with you in her office before you are dressed, she says it is important."
"Alright, thanks."
She waved to the lion maid and headed for the elevators that would lead her down the café. Three days, counting the first time she had ever stepped into this shop, and she already knew this place like the back of her hand. She couldn't help feel an attachment to the little café, something about it seemed homely and natural, like she had always belonged here. It was how she felt towards the hospital; the world of medical science was her specialty and her safe house. So it was a bit peculiar as to why she felt the same way here. Maybe it was because the people here immediately accepted her with open arms and they didn't judge her just because of her hair color, or her height, or why she continuously pushes herself to become the best. Either way, now that she thought about it, it wasn't such a bad feeling after all.
As the elevator doors opened, she stepped out with an even better mood than she had that morning. Granted, she still hadn't forgotten what she read in the newspapers, but she pushed all that aside. Whilst humming one of her favorite songs, she didn't even notice the strange noises coming from Phantom's office until she was standing right in front of it.
"Ugh…Daemon…"
That was odd.
Leaning in a little closer, she pressed her ears gently against the door and tried to listen in closer.
"Oooh…touch me there again Phantom…"
It was Daemon's voice, but what was he doing in his wife's office? Suddenly, she heard a rather breathy moan coming from inside, and it certainly wasn't from him.
"G-God…D-Daemon…"
She heard a harsh grunting noise and a low growl, loud enough to have come from a something like a tiger. But that was impossible, there weren't any animals around. Just what exactly were they doing in there? That was when she heard another moan, this time a little louder, and a bit desperate. Her crimson haired boss was reduced to whimpers as light shuffling and banging echoed off the walls. It took her a couple minutes to realize, after all the panting and moans and groans, what they were doing. Her face became redder than a flaming tomato as she pulled away from the door. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She couldn't just interrupt her bosses romp time, it would be one of the worst, not to mention awkward, moments she'll never be able to live down. But what were they positively thinking doing the dirty at five-thirty during work hours? And right before dinner hour too!
It would probably be best if she just turned around and walked away right now. But just as she spun on her heels and tried to make a mad dash for the elevators-
"Ack!"
"The FUCK?"
-she slipped on her heels and feel sideways into the door, busting it right open and falling flat on her side.
And boy, what an eye full she got. Her bosses, half naked and pushed up against each other on top of the desk. Yep, there was just no way in hell or heaven she was going to live this down. As Phantom pushed her husband away and rolled over onto the floor, she scurried under her desk and started to collect her scattered close. Meanwhile, Daemon had a scowl plastered onto his angelic face with arms crossed over his chest. He didn't even bother getting dressed; he had no problem being naked in front of anyone at all.
"God damn it, I told you we should have waited until we got home!"
He scoffed at her, "Why? If I feel the need to take you up against your desk I can perfectly well do it."
"Will you shut up? Sakura's right there!"
"Oh," He spared the obviously shocked woman a glance before looking down, "I should probably put on pants shouldn't I?"
"Yes! Hurry up and get out!"
Sakura lay on the floor with her mouth open and gapping like a fish out of water. If this was going to be a daily routine thing, she might reconsider ever coming down here again. Her poor virgin mind, now she had to go serve dinner with all this in her head! She was pretty sure the blush painted on her face was still there and would probably be there the entire night. And week. Her thoughts were brought back into her current spot when a flash of pink and green pushed a whole lot of black out the door before kicking it shut.
Phantom slowly turned to Sakura with a nervous smile on her sweat gleaming face. Dressed in a mini green sundae dress, decorated with blue beadings, and pink tights with bright red cherries, she certainly did not look like the type of person who would engage in that type of strenuous activity. She was still trying to catch her breath when the pink haired woman got up on shaky legs and looking at her with a horrified face.
"Well…at least you know he doesn't cheat on me with the other maids." She chuckled nervously, trying desperately to forget about the entire thing.
"Uh…yeah…y-you wanted to see me?"
"Yes I did!" But as she made for her desk, she quickly stopped, "You know what? Let's talk about this in the other office!"
As they exited the room, with the aroma of sex still in the air, they passed by a closed door not too far from Phantom's. It was all white, bare and with no markings on it. The door handle was pure silver and a tiny black heart key chain hung from it.
"Whose office is that?"
"The other boss."
She simply shrugged, not exactly caring at the moment what she meant by that and followed her soundlessly into another empty room. Unlike the others, this one was bare, with only a desk and two chairs. No pictures lined the wall or statues to brighten up the scenery. Sakura took a seat in front of the brown desk as Phantom took a seat behind it.
"Alright, so tonight we have a huge guest coming in. Well, he's not that big, but he's pretty famous in the book industry. Hatake Kakashi, have you heard of him?"
Sakura shook her head.
"He's pretty much Jiraiya's protégé, taking on the whole Icha Icha Paradise empire after his bosses retirement. And let me tell you, despite how perverted those books are, believe me I know; Daemon reads them in bed all the time, Kakashi is filthy rich. Just as rich as Uzumaki and the Uchiha's. And he's coming here tonight with his boss and two of his boss's friends. It's for some stupid celebration, and guess what; you're going to be serving them!"
Why is she not surprised?
"There's a big bonus waiting for you at the end of the day, just keep our guests entertained and you'll do fine."
"Um, who are these other guests?"
It was a miracle she got her voice back and that it sounded normal. She was expecting it to be high pitched and shaking, like some scarred dog. Oh the irony. If she could bark (no pun intended) out laughing, she might have just done.
"Let's see…what's his name again…oh yeah! Orochimaru! Some white faced freak with a fetish for kids and what's her face…big chesty woman," Phantom stuck her hands out to emphasize her description, "Tsubasa..Tsubame…"
"Tsunade?"
"Yeah, that's right, Tsunade!"
At this statement, her face went from bright red to ghastly pale. No! This couldn't be happening; her grandmother was coming here for dinner! She was going to see her most prized (her only actually) grandchild wearing a very revealing, very sexy outfit and flirting with random strangers like some airheaded bimbo! Oh, she could just hear the scolding she'll surely be receiving tonight. Her angry shouts and intimidating fist pumping in the air. That woman was scarier than a raging bull.
"They are very well respected in this city and I expect for them to receive the same treatment here, it is an honor to have all three at our café, so I don't want any screw ups! Oh and don't forget about Kakashi, he's the man of the hour, so I want you to pay extra attention to him."
"Uh, w-where's Bou? She's coming too right?"
"Oh yeah, she's just in a meeting with some of the other crew leaders. She'll be down there as soon as dinner starts. Which reminds me, you should hurry up and change, the doors open in half an hour."
So in a recollection of all the disturbing things that she had encountered for the day, she had 'Bou's' missing article in her mind, the steamy clichéd office sex between her bosses, and news that her grandmother would be (sort of) join her for dinner tonight. Life just gets better and better.
"This goes to the third table." A waiter pushed a golden cart with four steaming trays towards her before returning to the kitchen.
Sakura sucked in a good amount of air before pushing the cart in the direction of the table. Her mind already flooding with multiple excuses to use when confronted with her seething grandmother. There was only one other alternative that she could use that would get her out of shark infested waters; get her stone faced drunk. That shouldn't be too hard, Tsunade was already an avid drinker and they did serve sake here. Though, she would feel awful guilty if it came down to that. She really didn't want to deceive Tsunade, but she also really didn't want to her how disappointed she was in her.
As she neared the table, she could hear the loud and boisterous voice that was her dearest grandmother's. She must have started drinking before she even ordered the food, that wasn't good. It was best to eat something first before consuming alcohol, that way the food inside could absorb the mind numbing liquid. Anyone knew that! So why the hell did the head doctor of Tokyo General have to be so oblivious to everything?
"Orochimaru you scum bag! You need to find yourself a girl and settle down already!"
Said man sent the busty blonde and sneer.
"Tsunade, don't you know? He prefers men to warm his bed!"
At this, a howl of laughter could be heard. If looks could kill, Jiraiya and Tsunade would have been dead ten times over.
"I don't think Orochimaru appreciates the jokes." Kakashi broke in, mixing his drink with his straw and a bored expression on his face.
"Thank you Hatake-san." The black haired man growled out of irritation.
"Careful Kakashi, he might invite you back to his pen house!"
"He likes little boys, not grown men idiot!"
Before the knife in his hand could be thrown, Sakura rounded the corner and appeared before the stunned group. A calming, and radiating smile was drawn on her face as she stepped in front of the cart with a hand on her hips and eyes directed to the middle man. Almost instantly, Kakashi felt his heart pounding against his chest and the urge to grope something with boobs immensely. Particularly this tasty little morsel standing right in front of them. Her hair was pinned up in a loose and messy bun; several strands fell from their pins and hung freely around her face. However, she still made it look very elegant. Her creamy neck was exposed to the world, just beckoning him to mark it for himself.
Hell, he just looked at the girl for only three seconds and he was already acting like some sex deprived horn dog. God, he was such a pervert. Meanwhile, his dinner mates were each eliciting their own reactions to the stunning Deki-Maid standing before them. Tsunade was gaping, both from shock and utter horror. Jiraiya felt a nose bleed coming and quickly ducked his head. Orochimaru…was oddly silent and simply stared at the girl with no expression.
"Your orders, my lady and gentlemen."
"S-Sakura?" Tsunade stuttered.
"Nice to see you again!" Jiraiya greeted a little too enthusiastically.
The blonde woman turned and growled at her white haired companion, threatening him with a large fist shaking in his face.
"I'm Hatake Kakashi." Amazingly, his voice came out nice and casual. He greeted her with single wave.
Sakura smiled, "Haruno Sakura. I know who you are. You're the famous author right?"
"Well, I'm not that famous…"
"Are you kidding me?" Jiraiya slapped a hand on his back, "This kid's the next J.K Rowling! His works are a master piece!"
"Jiraiya, please,"
"Seriously, please! J.K Rowling? What she writes is literature, what he writes is porn!" Tsunade pointed an accusing finger at him.
"Then why is always at the number one spot on the bestsellers list?"
"Because there are a lot of lonely people in this country."
As Sakura smiled through their bickering, she quickly proceeded to place their dishes on the table. All the while ignoring Orochimaru's awkward staring. Seriously, he hadn't taken his eyes off of her since she arrived, and not that she minded people staring since it was usual around here, his yellow snake-like eyes were a bit eerie. Sensing this uneasy tension, Kakashi slipped past the still arguing pair and scooted closer to the corner. Her strawberry and cream scent overrode his senses, she was like a walking ad for perfume. It was simply intoxicating.
"So…what's with the dog ears?"
She looked up and quickly noticed how close he was, as she pushed another plate of food down the table, their fingers slightly brushed against each other. And a small shock overflowed through her skin. Pulling back before he could notice her blush, she inched towards the other side, hoping he didn't feel anything either.
"Well, all the maids wear something to represent their animals."
"And yours happens to be a dog's."
"Yes, does it bother you?"
"Nope, not at all."
She couldn't help but grin at his quick answer. It was a shame half his face was covered by a turtle neck and scarf, not to mention the eye patch around his left eye; she would have loved to see his handsome face. It was quite obvious he was smitten with her, and if she played her cards right, she might be able to see his face by the end of the night.
"I actually really like dogs; I have a couple of them back home."
"Any of them as cute as me?" Adding a wink at the end, because that was a sure sign of undeniable flirting.
"Oh, I would never compare you to one. You remind me of a cat actually." In more ways than one.
"Really? I'm more of a dog person myself. Though I don't have the time to take care of a pet at the moment. I'm so busy with my life at the moment."
"Hm, that's too bad…"
It was hard to miss the dreamy look in his lazy eye. If she hadn't known any better, she might have suspected him drinking or being high before arriving here. A giggle escaped her lips as he continued to stare at her with his chin resting in his palm while she stowed away all the extra silverware.
"Say Kakashi, would you care to explain to me what genre of books you write?"
Instantly, he felt his pride go up a notch and gladly nodded his head.
"I write every type of books; adventure, horror, mystery, fantasy, everything."
"And let me guess, they all relate back to romance right?"
He shrugged a little, "You may say that…"
"It's alright, I like romance novels too; they're kind of my guilty pleasure."
"Maybe you should read some of my stuff then, I'm sure you'll like it." By now, he was leaning in so close he was threatening to fall over. Luckily, she was still thinking clearly enough to gently push him back down and move back to the rolling cart.
"I'm sure I will, now, if there's anything else you would like; please do not hesitate to ask."
Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, "I'd like to have you please."
All eyes turned to the one man they never thought would utter, let alone shout, such a thing.
"Are you alright, Orochimaru?" Tsunade asked, placing the back of her hand against his forehead. He swatted it away and growled viciously, but never looking up from his hands.
"Whoa, he actually has hormones…that aren't raging for little boys!"
However, past all the jokes and laughs, there was one other person sitting at the table who did not find his little outburst amusing. Why? Because despite his easy and laid back nature, Kakashi was known to become pretty possessive and jealous sometimes. Sometimes. Usually he would let things slide or brush it off like there was no care in the world. But tonight was different. He wasn't expecting to meet a beautiful young woman who had instantly captured his attention, but when he did, he sure as hell wasn't complaining. In fact, he had assumed it would be an easy win and that he'd walk out of this café with her name and number. There was just no way he'd leave without at least one tempt to ask her out.
Then Orochimaru had to open his big, annoying mouth and ruin everything. He didn't even know the man actually liked other human beings in that way. Let alone a woman, a grown woman at that. He had always found the man odd, freaky, and just plain frightening. But never in his twelve years of knowing this man did he ever think him to be his competition. It was more like an insult to his ego rather that rivalry. He had plenty of women throwing themselves at his feet, he bed many women who claimed him to be godly in bed. But the one woman he might actually want to get to know, past the face and makeup…he decides he wants to act like a normal human male.
Damn you Orochimaru.
He sent a glare to said man, which was returned to him tenfold.
As they all began to enjoy eating their food, with Tsunade scolding Jiraiya for trying to hit on her granddaughter, Kakashi lowed his 'mask' and popped a piece of chicken into his mouth. The raven haired man simply ate his spaghetti like he hadn't just shouted his thoughts into the world, oh, that son of a bitch was good. Well, two can play it at that!
"You know you don't have a chance with her."
His yellow eyes glanced up from his food once before returning back to his delicious meal, not even bothering to address the man. Inside, Kakashi was fuming. He acted so nonchalantly, so placid and calming that it irked him. And it was such a rare thing for something to bother him to this degree. He was so used to getting his way and just taking everything nice and easy that when an event to this magnitude comes up, he might just suffer from a cardiac arrest while just trying to accomplish his desired goal. And let it be known that Hatake Kakashi does not have that many goals in life.
"She's mine, I saw her first."
"I don't see your name on her."
ARG! How he wanted to just beat him to a bloody pulp. That annoying slimy voice of his, those jaded, beady eyes, and his disgusting pale complexion. He should just tell the poor, possibly virgin, man that there was no way in hell a gorgeous woman like Sakura would ever find him attractive. That was probably the only thing that kept Kakashi's spirits up, knowing that she'll easily reject him and waltz right into his arms. He could see it now, her and him cruising in his prized 1962 Ford Galaxie convertible as they drive into the sunset…
"I need more water."
He always has to ruin the moment.
He didn't need to say everything out loud, he just wanted to.
He wanted to throw Kakashi off his game.
And he was doing a great job at it.
There was a red button at the front of the table with elegant cursive writing under it saying 'Press for Service.' He pushed the button and continued eating. The other two may not have seen it, but Kakashi didn't. He never missed that smug smirk of his. Gripping his fork for brute strength, he didn't realize his indents into the utensil until a familiar body came bouncing around the booth. He dropped the fork, finger prints and all, and turned his attention to the lovely pink haired woman.
"You rang?"
"Water, please."
Sakura nodded and grabbed his cup, returning a second later with it full to the brim.
"Here you are Orochimaru-sama." She only added –sama at the end because he was her elder, just as superior as her grandmother and it was only respectful if she addressed him in that way.
But what she failed to notice was the worried look in Kakashi's eyes, like he had been betrayed or something. He had stupidly mistaken her kind honorific as a small flirt. There was only one way yo grab her attention, and he only used this as a last resort. It may have looked like desperation, but he couldn't help it. He just loved beautiful women. Especially this beautiful woman. He had subconsciously pulled his mask up before Sakura arrived, something he was predisposed and used to doing around people he didn't trust, but his grip tightened around the edges as he called out to her.
"Sakura, I didn't know you worked for your grandmother."
Said woman turned to him with her bright emerald eyes that seemed to gleam under the soft, glowing light, "Oh, yeah. Ever since I started medical school. The hospital's like my second home."
"Really? I'm surprised you haven't seen me there yet."
"Excuse me?"
Tsunade chuckled, "I don't know what he does, but every week, he comes in with more broken bones and bruises than I can count. We pretty much have a room reserved just for him."
"Hm, that is interesting. The reckless type, aren't we?"
"Indeed. Would you like to see one of my latest scars?"
"Um…I don't know if this is the most appropriate time, people are eating."
"Nonsense, no one cares, just look, I think you'll find it pretty cool."
As he untied his scarf and pulled down the neck of his sweater, Sakura's eyed widened. Slowly, he pulled the eye patch off to reveal a long and deep gash that ran from the middle of his cheek, through his left eye, and stopping at the base of his hair line. She could help with stare at it with morbid fascination.
"Show off." Jiraiya grumbled.
"I've seen worse." Orochimaru merely explained, "I've had worse."
Bite me. He glared daggers at the man.
"That's…amazing…"
Turning back to her, he watched with glee as her eyes stayed fixated on him and him only. It was like no one else was with them, watching with odd faces as the pair interacted with each other.
"You can touch it if you like."
"Oh now I couldn't…"
"But you want to."
Her eyes darted from a frustrated looking Jiraiya, to a murderous Tsunade. But her arm still rose on its own accord and her fingers reached for his face. It felt rough and dry under her touch, compared to how soft the rest of his skin was. She ran her index finger from the top of his head, gently going around his eye to the middle of his cheek. He was staring right at her, but she didn't even notice. Her brain was in medical student mode at the moment and it was working over time. His left eye was completely different from his right one; it was red, just like what's his face…Sasuke. The scare should have left him blind, but he could see perfectly well from it.
"What do you think?"
"I-"
"I think we've seen enough."
That good for nothing snake
"I agree." Both Tsunade and Jiraiya snarled.
Sakura quickly dropped her hand before backing away slowly.
"Well, I should let you all get back to your dinner. Bye!"
Quickly leaving before anything could be said, she darted behind the booth stalls and put a hand over her heaving chest. This was getting a bit too out of hand, first Naruto, then Sasuke, and now Kakashi? Ridiculous, simply ridiculous. And they all broke the rules on the first night too! Well…technically, she touched Kakashi, so it wasn't really his fault. He tricked her! Showing off that cool looking scar of his, who did he think he was? Just because he's a millionaire off his books didn't mean she was easy prey. She will not fall for anymore of his tricks.
"What, what did you just say?" There was a loud crash followed by some hasty shuffling.
Sakura peeked over a stall to see Jiraiya holding her grandmother down while she waved angry fists in the air. Her death glare and anger were all directed to the one man she vowed never to be fooled by.
"I simply asked if I could take your granddaughter out to dinner tomorrow night."
"Hell to the NO!"
Inwardly, Sakura groaned and she felt the urge to slap her forehead. What is it with these mean and the need to ask her out? Don't they realize she had a very busy and hectic life? She couldn't afford the luxury of romance at the moment, literally! Forget about earlier, she was just hoping Jiraiya's grip loosened and Tsunade delivers a well deserved kick to the silver haired man.
"You are too old for her!"
"I'm pretty sure she's old enough to make her own decisions, otherwise she wouldn't be working here if she had to ask for your permission."
"Why you-"
"Sakura,"
"EEK!"
She jumped as a cold hand rested on her shoulders, her form slightly shaky. But as she turned around to greet the person, her face paled and her body shook. It was like at a ghost, or into the past. Or a ghostly past. A beautiful and terrifying ghostly past. Her skin went cold as her heart began to race; her pulse quickening and the air became thick with suspense. She took deep and hollow breaths as her eyes looked into the empty blue eyes staring right back at her.
"Are you alright Sakura?"
"Y-yeah, Bou, perfectly fine."
"You look frightened, did I scare you?"
"N-no, of course not! I was just s-surprised is all. I haven't seen you since I got here."
She smiled, and it was one of the scariest things she had ever seen. The picture, she looked just like the picture, from all those years ago.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I was held up in a meeting with all the other crew leaders. I hope my absence did not disturb you."
"Nope not at all, just wanted to know where you were!"
"I hope you have been productive whilst I was away."
"Yep, just heading back to the kitchen to hand out some more orders!"
"Excellent, I will leave you to your task then." The blonde woman smiled and walked away.
Sakura let out a breath she didn't even she was holding. That was freaky, no terrifying, no petrifying! She couldn't look at her the same way anymore; it was gone, tainted by that newspaper article. Sure, it could all just be in her imagination, and her mind was running wild. Either way, she had to keep this all to herself, or else everyone around here would think she was a…a…a mad dog! And that she needed to be put down to sleep! She could just imagine what Phantom would say, laughing at her like she was some lunatic before kicking her weirdness out of her grotesque office.
Whatever you do, don't say a word!
Just as she turned to head back to the kitchen, the blinker around her wrist started to glow red.
Around the corner, Orochimaru looked into his empty glass cup, "I need more water."
Fin
HAHAHA some Orochimaru crack thrown right at cha. I hate him, a lot, but he's so much fun to use when I need to let loose some pure, un-adult rated crack and steam! And don't worry; I won't include him other than an accompanying guest.
Now I will be taking votes for next chapter's couples! I might actually know who I want next, but I want you guys to choose
I know this chapter seemed a little weird (okay, maybe a lot) but I am a weird person. So my personality gets translated into this story.
R & R thanks!