Creature Feature Deki Café
Mitarashi Anko: Serpent
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Sakura knew the moment she stepped into the building, something was very, very wrong. Sure, on the outside, everything looked pretty fine. The staff was busy preparing for breakfast and minding their own business, occasionally greeting each other and her. But if one were to really, really pay attention to their surroundings, they would immediately notice that something was off.
Phantom's cloths were matching!
Cue awkward and overly dramatic orchestra music.
Yesterday, she was wearing the cutest orange loose tank top with a purple dinosaur on the front and neon blue shorts. Red and black Nike's and a dark green bow to top off the look. But today…oh today was just…weird. The pink haired girl had grown so used to her boss's mix-matchy wardrobe and found comfort in the oddity that she nearly had a cardiac arrest when her eyes fell upon the five foot nothing woman. Navy blue jeans, a black shirt, and Prada sunglasses sitting on her crimson head.
What is going on?
She stopped into the middle of the café and stared for the longest time at the girl with an unusual expression drawn onto her face. As if feeling a pair of eyes on her, said boss spun on her heels and smiled charmingly at her favorite maid. Sakura could only respond with a weak smile of her own, still utterly confused with what she was wearing. Phantom handed a clipboard over to a male employee and skipped her way towards Sakura, her black converse all-stars making squeaking noises along the way.
"Just in time pup!"
Finally realizing that her boss was standing right in front of her gapping form, she quickly shook her head and nodded rather stupidly.
"I wanted to come in a little early today, can't enough of this place!" Oh how she hoped Phantom didn't see through her poor and pathetic excuse. 'Naruto won't leave me any peace! Even in the morning!'
"Awesome possum, I love seeing my maids enthusiastic about work!" The red head grinned, but it faltered for a second upon, "You're wondering why I'm dressed so boring aren't you?"
"Uh…well…"
"There's no need to be shy! It's alright if you ask, others already have," She chuckled, "You should have seen Daemon this morning, he didn't believe it was me for about an hour."
"So, why are you dressed like this?"
She bit the inside of her cheek for a second, "Promise not to laugh when I tell you?"
"Yep."
"Well…it kind of has to do with your customer, who, might I, add will be arriving sometime during breakfast hour."
Sakura quirked an eyebrow, "I don't understand."
"Daemon's being paranoid, he's worried Mitarashi-san might try and kidnap me again, so I had to dress up like this to make sure I don't."
"Mitarashi? Is this the person I'm serving today?"
Phantom nodded, "Yep, she's a very powerful woman. Not only does she own a chain of cage fight arenas, but she's also CEO and director of Japan's UFC. Ever since her business partnership with America's UFC director Dana White, she's been rolling in the doe! It's a multi-billion dollar industry, and not only that, she spends most of her money here."
She couldn't help but feel a little weak at the knees. This woman sounded scary-no, frightening. Her overactive imagination started to spew out images of a dark haired woman with yellow, sinister eyes and giant muscles bigger than her puny head. Not only that, she imagined her voice to be low and thick, full of masculinity and not at all like what a woman should sound like. Right now, she's much rather deal with Naruto's over possessiveness than cater to an Amazonian.
Oh god, this woman must have been some type of wrestler or boxer sometime in her life if she was involved in the fighting industry. Her mediocre taekwondo was no match for raw pummeling! She was a tiny little thing, barely able to even reach the edge of her cabinet! This crazy psycho banshee could probably snap her in half with just a flick of her finger.
"Hello, earth to Sakura, are you alright in there?" Phantom waved her hand in front of Sakura.
Hm, her nails aren't painted. They were such a cute shade of pink yesterday…
"You said…Mitarashi-san tried to…kidnap you?"
"Huh? Oh yeah!" She slapped her knee and burst out laughing, "You should have been there! Daemon's a very composed man, would never, ever hit a woman; even if she is as strong as one. But that day, ah, he was sorely tempted to land one right on her. I was merely stopping by to see how our honorable guests were, because she was there with her older brother. Then suddenly, the last thing I remember was Anko flirting with me, being grabbed from behind and rushed down the stairs. She almost succeeded, if not for Bou and Daemon. Ah, well, I don't hold any grudge against her."
Uh-oh, this did not look good.
"S-so, she likes other…women?"
"Yep, we don't discriminate anyone. We are open and caring people who accept everyone, whether you're Asian or White, straight or gay." Phantom put her hand over her heart, a genuine smile on her face, "And seeing as how everyone falls in love with you instantly, you'll be winning Mitarashi-san over in a heartbeat!"
Anko Mitarashi…
Sakura sighed, but lifted her head up. Fire ablaze in her viridian eyes. Phantom was right, who cared if this was a woman (a very intimidating and terrifying woman), it was her job to entertain and serve whoever she was assigned to with a smile on her face and pride in herself. She too was an open-minded person who welcomed others, no matter who or what they are. She shouldn't be judging others when she herself had been judged all her life. Even if Anko was a fighter, that didn't mean she was a cruel and evil person.
Think positive! Must think positive!
"When will she be arriving?" Her voice was strong and proud, hiding all her tension in the back.
"I believe around nine-thirty. She usually orders her coffee first, so we'll have that prepared and ready for her when she steps through the door. She likes to sit in our indoor garden, so we'll have a table reserved for her in there, just make sure it's close to the koi pond. She's pretty fond of those fishes."
Sakura nodded and turned to leave for the dressing room, but stopped when she felt a tug on her sleeve.
"Just a little warning, try not to look her in the eye when she's...eh…flirting with you, she might misinterpret that as a sign that you are interested in her, unless you already are, then go on ahead!"
So much for burning pride in her eyes.
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"Oh Anko, you should really consider settling down. Normally, women of your age would already have a family by now." An older woman said.
"Please, spare me these lectures. I'm so tired of hearing them." Said woman waved her hand in the air and took out a cigarette.
"Listen to Miho, Anko. She's right and you know it. You're thirty-one, act your age; not your shoe size. And stop smoking, you'll start looking as ugly as the wrestlers you hire."
The purple haired woman glared at her older brother menacingly, but he merely scoffed at her and rubbed the side of his wife's arm. Why he put up with his younger half-sister, he did not know. Perhaps it was because she still acted like the baby of the family and he felt this uncanny need to constantly be at her side to protect her. Though she really didn't need it. Considering how, back in the old days, she was a professionally cage fighter herself. But no matter what she put him or their middle brother through, they were a tight nit family.
But that still didn't mean she had to drag him and his wife to this…this…this freak show of a café! Good god, the last time he ate here, a woman whom he thought went missing six years ago suddenly popped up! And in a ridiculous peacock costume of all things! His wife may have found it amusing and had warmed up to the place, but he certainly did not. The only reason why he had even bothered to show up was because of the food, which he begrudgingly agreed was the best he had ever tasted.
"Ibiki, wipe that annoying scowl off your face. I'm paying for you, so you should at least pretend to be happy."
"Please explain to me again why you couldn't have just invited Idate instead?"
"Because, I don't need competition when I'm on the hunt." The corners of her thin lips curled into a feral grin.
"Please, leave the girls alone. If I remember correctly, you tried to steal the owner of this place."
"I couldn't help it! She was just so cute!"
Miho smiled the bickering siblings as they all stepped inside the building. As usually a maid greeted them, though this time it a bright red head with a deep resemblance to a wild tiger. Oh how she loved this place and their cute Deki-Maids. It was no wonder this place was so popular with people from every range of age. From the service to the food, everything was top notch and simply impeccable. She would never tell her dear husband, but if she were younger, she would have done just about anything to be a maid! They're just too adorable to resist.
"Good morning Mitarashi-san, Morino-san. We've reserved a table for you in our Garden of Eden with a freshly brew coffee waiting."
Anko grinned, "And you ask me why I love this place."
Ibiki rolled his eyes and proceeded to follow the eccentric looking maid with his giddy wife tucked neatly at his side. As they passed by the Arabian themed area of the café, they failed to notice that the portraits of late princes and princesses hanging by on the wall also happened to be one way mirrors. And behind those mirrors was a curious looking pink haired maid with her face pressed against the glass. She had just finished tying her pink bow on the back of her black and white maid outfit when a trio of people she hadn't recognized walked by. It was hard to hear what Aiki was saying, but the second she started leading the group to the garden, she knew instantly who they were.
That must be Mitarashi Anko…She doesn't look that scary.
True, the woman did look surprisingly normal and was strangely smaller than she had anticipated. Though, with those platform boots on, she clearly towered over her. However, she most certainly did not miss those semi-muscular arms. The woman was packing on some guns! It was comical really, what would a woman, who worked in the world of wrestlers and fighters, want anything to do with such a girly and deviant looking café?
A young cook waited for her outside the dressing room. The minute she stepped outside, he was already at her side with a red mug in his hand.
"This is for Mitarashi-san."
"Ah, yeah, thanks."
She carefully grabbed the steaming cup and proceeded to make her way towards the garden. In all honestly, she had only been there once, when Phantom was giving her a tour of the entire café. She never really had a chance to actually take a look around and admire the natural beauty that is Mother Nature. Everything in the Garden of Eden was real, from the tiny animals living in the trees, to the wild flowers that bloomed with beauty. In the center stood a giant apple tree, not that it was surprising, considering what the name of the garden was.
Pretty verdant eyes widened slightly in awe. It took all her will power to not let her jaw drop and fall over backwards. The place was an indoor paradise. And she had exclusive access to it. Somehow, her ego had shot through the roof, knowing that she could come here anytime without having to pay. Walking down the white marble steps, her eyes landed on a pair of blooming purple cosmos.
That's it, I'm taking Ino here tomorrow for lunch.
However-
"And BOOM! Right in the kisser!"
-her pleasant thoughts were interrupted by a loud and boisterous voice. The canaries in the nearby trees shot into the air and zoomed past her. She nearly jumped out of her outfit when a thunderous growl ripped the air around her. Her confident stride soon turned into tiny bite size steps as she inced her way towards the source of her anxiety.
Dear Kami, I don't ask for much. But today, please let me live to see my family. I don't think my parents would appreciate knowing that their only baby died during work.
"I grabbed him by the neck and flung him over my shoulder like he was a bag of flour!"
"Calm down Anko, you're scaring the maids."
Sakura peeked over a vibrant green bush with yellow flowers growing out of it and sighed in relief. At least two other girls were there with her. Gin the lemur and Bii the...bee. She never really had a chance to talk to them, but she had heard from Bou and Riona that they were the oldest ones working at the café. Both nearly in their forties! And yet they hardly looked a day over twenty-five. What is up with that?
"Anyways, as I was saying-"
"Here is your coffee, Mitarashi-san!"
She forced her voice to be happy and cheerful and thankfully it came out that way. There was a moment of silence before the other maids bowed and left her alone to with those people by herself. Her eyes narrowed slightly, unsure if she did anything wrong and was about to place the cup down when she was suddenly tackled. A soft 'oomph' escaped her rosy lips as she was lifted into the air by a pair of very, very strong arms. Coffee cup totally forgotten as it fell and smashed on the ground.
"E-eh?!"
"Aren't you the cutest thing I have ever seen!"
"Anko, put the girl down…"
Can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe
"She has puppy dog ears!"
Miho stood up, "Um, I do believe she is turning blue now…"
"P-please…l-let me go…"
Ibiki shook his head, "You aren't allowed to touch the girls, remember? Rules are rules, follow them."
"Oh right!" Quickly, Anko let go and backed away, "Sorry 'bout that!"
Unfortunately, Sakura didn't quite land on her feet. Instead, she fell ungracefully and landed on her rump. Biting her lip to keep from groaning out in pain, she got up in staggering legs and tried to bow as charmingly as possible.
"It is quite alright ma'am."
The purple haired woman grinned and plopped back in her seat.
"What's your name?"
"H-Haruno Sakura."
"What a lovely name." Miho sighed dreamingly.
"Yes, as beautiful as its owner." Anko added.
A slight rusty blush appeared across her nose as she took out a heart shaped pad and a green fuzzy pen. She will not let this woman take advantage of her! She's almost as bad as her male guests. Naruto and his wondering hands, Sasuke and his arrogance…If only she could smash their heads in, then life would be much simpler and she wouldn't have to watch her back every three seconds.
"Have you all decided on what you would like to order?"
"Eggs Benedict."
"International breakfast with a wide of French toast, please."
"Hm…what do you think, Sakura-chan?"
"Uh, well…"She pursued her lips and started nibbling on the end of the pen. She hadn't exactly eaten breakfast at the café before, but she could recall which were the most popular and which ones were costumer favorites, "Well, the British omelets and Swedish crepes are a house favorite. There's also the…the…uh…"
Something was slithering up her leg. Something big and cold was making its way towards her thigh and sending hard shivers down her spine. At first, she assumed it was a snake, since she saw a couple of boa's around. But as soon as her eyes dropped down to the invading object, her theory went out the door. Immediately, her blood began to sizzle and boil.
A hand!?!
That sneaky…she wasn't even looking at her! She was too busy chatting away with that man and his wife to actually see how this was all affecting her! In all her life, she'd only been touched like this by a woman once. And that was because that woman was drunk and had thought Sakura was a pretty, pretty pink haired man. It wasn't hard to tell that that left a very deep scar on her poor mentality.
But before her slippery little hand could get any higher, she took one giant step towards the brown haired woman and smiled sweetly.
"Miho-san is it? I love the color of your hair; it is a beautiful shade of mahogany."
"Oh my," The woman blushed profusely, a shade darker than Sakura's, "T-thank you!"
"Well, seeing as how everyone has already made their orders, I'll be-"
"Wait."
Sakura turned on her heels and eyed the purple haired female cautiously. She wasn't grinning madly anymore, nor were her hands wondering. Instead, her eyes were focused back on the fancy menu with a curious look on her face. Secretly, she actually thought the woman did look quite pretty, when she wasn't sneaking hands under her skirt or looking like some kind of hungry animal.
"I haven't made my order yet."
"A-ah, yes, my apologies Mitarashi-san."
"Please, just call me Anko."
"Of course. What will your order be?"
"Well, I can obviously see that the café has done some renovations and added a few new things to the menu. Now I'm torn between choosing my regular order or picking something new."
Ibiki rolled his eyes.
"If I may make a suggestion,"
"You may,"
"It's always nice to try something new, you know, like expanding your horizon. There are many flavors in life, but you'll never know what they taste like if you just keep picking the same things. Sometimes, it's good to take chances and break away from the norm. Even if it doesn't work out, at least you can say you tried."
She kind of felt like hitting herself. Since when was she the all mighty philosopher? Perhaps it was because she understood the need of wanting regularity, but also the desire to break free and be something else. With that always sunshine filled smile plastered on her face, she waited for Anko's answer. It was half a minute of pure silence, minus the chirping of the birds and slight rustle of the leaves before she burst in a fit of raging giggles.
"Smart and cute, hard to find nowadays. I like you, Sakura, and I think I've made my decision."
Let me guess, scrambled eggs and a side order of me?
"I'll try the…Greek God special, buttermilk pancakes."
Scribbling it all down, she bowed politely and started heading for the entrance when an unexpected visitor arrived. A beautiful blue and black viper hung low from a thin tree branch right in front of her face. Its forked tongue flickered back and force as its yellow-green eyes glared into hers. For a moment, she was afraid the reptile would strike at her, but it slowly moved from its spot of the tree and made its way onto her shoulder. Goosebumps formed on her arms as its frigid scales rubbed against her bare shoulders.
Great, I attracte people and animals.
"Hey, that's a Royal Leaf Viper; they're the country's most poisonous snake!"
Just her luck.
And even better, it was slithering down her bodice, right in between her boobs. Not to mention the fact that the snake was really, really cold and really, really deadly. She squeaked as its tongue flicked out once against as it tasted her skin. Apparently, it liked her so much it continued doing so until she was forced to squeal like a helpless child and jumping up and down. The snake must have been male, yep, most defiantly male. It just wouldn't stop, the lower it got, the more freaked out she became.
And a freaked out Sakura was not a good Sakura.
"S-some h-h-h-help me!"
Thankfully, someone did.
Assuming it was Anko who was unclipped her black corset bodice, since she closed her eyes from the sheer terror that is a poisonous snake, she felt her hand run ever so slowly down her chest and rest upon her abdomen. There was a tiny struggle as the snake refused to move and only tightened its hold around her neck and shoulders. But finally, after a brief minute, the weight of the snake was lifted off of her.
She let out a sigh of relief and moved her hands back to start retying the corset.
"Thanks Anko."
"Anko?"
Wait…
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That did not sound like her.
"He puts his hand down her dress and you yell at me for hugging her?!"
Upon opening her eyes, she instantly regretted crawling out of bed that morning.
"What the hell Sasuke?!"
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Viridian eyes moved slowly from her left to her right. Unbelievable, it was completely unbelievable. Not only was she playing referee to two hard-headed and arrogant adults, but she also had to work the rest of the day knowing she was just molested by a snake.
Let's get ready to rumble!
On one corner, we have the ever stubborn, ever spoiled prince to the Uchiha Empire. Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds…Uchiha Sasuke! This six-foot-one male not only lives and breathes power, but he has enough testosterone to boot! Just listen to the crowd! They're going wild! Well actually…it's the fangirls gone wild! Run, run for your lives!
At the other end, we have the one and only Queen Cobra. This five-foot-five female may be small enough to fit into anyone's pocket, but if you underestimate this former pro cage wrestler, you'll surely be waking up in the hospital with enough broken bones to last you a life time!
"Uh…here are your orders. Sasuke, yours will be coming out soon."
Carefully, she placed each plate to its rightful person and slowly backed away. The tension was so tick, even a butter knife could cut through it. However, Miho, the lovely and dear wife of Morino Ibiki, was completely oblivious and continued to blab on and on about how nice it was to have the chief of police's son joining them for breakfast.
There were glares sent here and there. With closer inspection, she could clearly see that even Sasuke's eyes turned red.
Wow, must run in the family.
He sat at the other side of the round table, elbows planted firmly on the top as he leaned against his intertwined hands. It seemed as though he had no other choice, he was just going to have to skip to plan D. When no one is looking, he'll grab Sakura and make a dash for the exit. Sweet and simple, he'll have the lovely pink haired maid all to himself. However, the only thing standing in his way just happened to be glaring right back at him with a ferocity that outmatched his.
The woman was strong and unbendable; he had to give her that. But even if she did own a wrestling empire and could probably knock a few of his pearly white teeth out, he was still an Uchiha. And Uchiha's never give up. She may be the Queen Cobra, but he was the King! Yes, just King. Plain and simple, but to the point. Sasuke was never one to be flashy.
His thoughts were interrupted when he felt something light and feathery touch his shoulder. His eyes reluctantly left Anko's but lightened up once they reached Sakura's face. So close, she was so, so close. Only a few more inches and he could close the gap and claim those rosy lips his. But the serpent queen wasn't having any of that and 'accidently' kicked his shin. He grunted, but kept his composure.
"Sasuke, are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine."
"So are you going to answer my question or what?"
"What was the question?"
Sakura growled, sounding an awful like an actual dog, and felt a pulse throbbing in her head. She had to remain calm, even if the costume was a complete perverted moron, you must never harm them.
"What are you doing here and why did you grope me in front of everyone?"
"Yes, Uchiha, please explain to all of us why you…shoved your dirty hand down her dress!" Anko all but hissed out.
She flinched, just a little. She'd hate to have this crazed woman as an enemy.
But the proud and bullheaded Uchiha boy merely smirked and continued to stare at his prize.
"If you must know, I came here to pay a surprise visit. I haven't seen you in a while, so I wanted to see how you were."
Crossing her arms, she rolled her eyes, "Oh please, it's only been a couple days."
"Felt like an eternity to me."
"Hey, don't get all cheesy and sappy on me. Now answer the second part of my question!"
He opened his mouth to respond, but she quickly cut him off.
"And if you mention anything perverted, I will break you."
The corners of his lips curled as he eyed her predatorily. She was so amusing to tick off; he would probably never tire of fooling around with her. Her anger was his fuel and the more murderous she looked, the hotter she was.
"We're waiting." Anko spat out.
Should I break his neck or leg first? Probably the leg, I want to watch his squirm with pain.
"Well, you did have a snake in your dress, and being the kind gentlemen that I am-"
((snort))
"-I had to save you from it. Plus, if I didn't, it might have bitten you. And seeing as how Royal Leaf Vipers are very lethal, that could pose a problem in our courtship."
"I guess you're right, but-wait…what?"
"Uchiha…"
"Come one Miho, I think we're done here." Ibiki immediately stood up and grabbed his dotting wife.
"But I haven't even gotten to taste my crepes yet."
"I'll go get you a box!" But before she could make a dash for the garden's entrance, an arm snaked its way around her petite waist.
"Not so fast Sakura," Anko grinned, she stuck her tongue out at Sasuke, "I want you to be here to see the fall of the so called 'great' Uchiha Sasuke."
"Please, this all really isn't necessary-"
"Oh, but it is Sakura, it is! By the end of today, the winner will be declared!"
"A-actually, today, the garden is closed off for the weekly watering."
"Fine, by the end of breakfast our, I will be the winner and will rightly claim you as mine!"
Sasuke could help but roll his eyes and scoff at her childish antics, "Honestly woman, just because you eat men for breakfast, doesn't mean you have to act like one."
((Growl))
Several chairs and the table were pushed as side as a miniature Mexican standoff ensued within the compounds of the café's indoor garden.
"Please everyone, let's just calm down-" But her words fell on deaf ears as she was pushed aside and landed in Anko's seat. Her eyes widened as the beastly woman cracked her knuckles and got into a fighting stance.
"W-wait! What are you doing?!"
"I'm gonna drop kick his ass into next year, that's what."
"But…do you have to do it here?"
This place was beautiful, it was no wonder the garden just happen to be the most booked area of the café. It took months, sometimes maybe a whole year to dine here. And that was only on certain days at certain hours. It was cherished and loved by all, especially her other boss, Ghost. It would be such a disappointment to know that this magnificent garden would be destroyed over something as lousy as her-wait…
…over something as lousy as her affections. Yes, that's right. But in all case, it would still be her fault. Since this fight was about her and their odd obsession over her. And she'd be damned if she lost her perfect job just because some bastardly heir and a retired wrestler ruined the café's most precious terrace. To hell with this!
Just as she got up, Sasuke crouched into a defensive position, waiting for the serpent queen to strike.
Nostrils flared and cheeks glowing a bright red, Sakura marched right past Anko and stood in between them. Much to her annoyance, neither really seemed to notice her presence there. In fact, she wouldn't be surprised if they both charged right at each other and still fail to see her. With her hands on her hips, she let out a frustrated sigh. In times like these, it is always important to keep calm and not lose your temper. Something she practiced every day since going to medical school.
"Listen you two, I don't care if you beat each other to a pulp, however, I do care about what's going to happen to this garden once it starts! This is ridiculous, you both are adults! Hey, don't give me that look Sasuke; you know I'm speaking the truth. And Anko, I was expecting better behavior from a woman such as your caliber!"
At this, said woman's face reddened just a little bit. She'd never really gotten this worked up over anyone, especially someone she had just met. But she couldn't help it! Sakura was too cute to be left alone and she loved competition! If there was any chance for her to smash her gigantic fist into that snot nose Uchiha brat, hell, she was going to take it!
"But Sakura-!"
"No Buts!"
"Sakura, I must insist-"
"Be quite!"
She walked over to the fallen table and picked it up before moving over to the chairs and fixing them in place. The plates were broken and pieces of them scattered everywhere. Food lay splattered on the floor, smearing the pristine marble and tainting the dirt.
"Look at this! You two made a mess! I can't believe it, and here I thought we were all going to have a nice breakfast together."
Anko lowered her eyes while Sasuke looked away, though it was really hard to tell if he cared or not. Inwardly she smirked and cheered victoriously. Her guilt trip was working. Now all she had to do was feign the 'kicked puppy' look and it was hook, line, and sinker. Plus, it helped knowing that she was also wearing puppy ears and tail.
"Are you both trying to get me fired?"
"No, of course not!"
"Then how could you even think about fighting in a place like this? The garden is a place for peace and tranquility, to eat and chat with friends in a humble atmosphere."
The raven haired boy stole at glance her way, but quickly averted it when she looked up at him.
"Well Sasuke? Do you have anything to say?"
"Hn."
"Unbelievable," She mumbled, "Anko?"
But the woman wasn't paying attention; her eyes were focused on the ground. Hands balled up into fists were shaking at her side as she let out a haggard sigh.
Uh-oh, maybe that was a bit too much guilt.
"Anko?" Sakura placed the tray on the table and slowly walked over the purple haired woman, "Hey there, are you alright?" She tried to make her voice as soothing and calming as possible.
"You're absolutely right!" Suddenly, she pounced on the petite maid and hugged her tightly. It took all over Sasuke's self control to not rush over there and pry the serpent lady's hands off of his Sakura.
Meanwhile, Sakura was once again praying to whatever listening deity that she be released for some well deserved air.
"What was I thinking?! Picking a fight here of all places? It's much too girly and way too flowery for me! I need my cage! I need my wrestling area! There, that's where I'll take down this Uchiha punk and take you away from all the bad things in the world!" She dropped Sakura, who once again, landed on her sour little rump.
Digging into her pocket, she took out a red and black business card with her company and wrestling area address writing on it. Tossing it at Sakura, her attention turned back to a rather seething looking Sasuke.
"And you, I'll be seeing you later. Eight o'clock, tomorrow night. The Terminator's area. All caged. Be there or be square."
And with a light peck to Sakura's head, Anko grabbed her trench coat and strutted past the two and out the door. Bou, the charmingly oblivious girl, bid farewell to the lunatic and kindly asked her to come again.
Glancing over her shoulder, she shyly peered over at Sasuke.
"You aren't really-"
"You'll be sitting front row right?"
Oh, what?! This kid must be joking! Did he want to lose the chance of ever having children?
"I don't think you should-"
"Great, I'll see you there. My limo will come pick you up."
"If you care about your life-wait. How do you know where I live?!"
He smirked and shoved his hands into his pockets before he too made his way to the exit.
"Doesn't matter. See you later."
She could only gap at him like a fish for his sheer arrogance. The card in her hand crumbled into a little ball clenched her fists. Damn him, he just had to make her life a little bit more complicated didn't he? There was a bit of fear brewing in the pit of her stomach, she had a feeling that this wasn't the last time she'll hear from Anko.
Standing up on shaky legs, she made her way to the table and carried the tray back to the kitchen.
((Hissssssssssss))
Uh-oh…the snake…is going up her leg.
"H-help."
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Fin
Well, sorry it took so long for me to update, haha. Ya know Christmas and the New Year. It was all so hectic.
That and I also went to TWO Lady Gaga concerts! I died and came back to life. OMG I love her!
I wanted to try something new, haha, trail away from the typical male for a little bit. The next chapter will most likely be another female. Though, I'll have to decide which female I want to use.
*cries* I think I might want a Beta. Even if I re-read to check for mistakes, I still find plenty. I want some assistance *sniff*
Does anyone watch UFC? Dude….I am so addicted to it!! I love ultimate fighter!
I want to thank my lovely reviewers for inspiring me to write just a little more!