One Night Standing
Sapphire: Long Chapter, is all can say. I'll let you all be the judge on how well I did...
Sakura: Well, Sapphire-Chan doesn't own Naruto and never will.
Check it Out:
~Sakura and other people talking: "Here…"
~Inner Sakura: "Like this."
~Sakura arguing with Inner self: "This Way…"
~Regular Words: Same as Talking but w/out quotes…
Previously:
After I started off, my mind was made up and it seemed like a fool proof idea, well until I found I was gonna have to beat up some more people. Namely they were some hobos, bus drivers, and…Naruto?
Presently:
I was dragging my feet, shivering in the rain after about twenty minutes of just walking on cracked sidewalks that really led to nowhere.
"What happened to the fact that all roads lead to Russia?" my Inner asked stupidly.
"I don't know and I think you said it wrong, but, whatever. Why the Hell aren't these damn stores opened?!" I yelled to my inner, obviously displeased with the lack of warmth and opened shops.
"Geez, I'll just go back to my Emo corner." She stubbornly spoke, obviously offended.
It was around 9: 30 p.m. at the moment and I had successfully made my way a nice four or five blocks from the ticket line and that couple in their tent 'doing it.' Man, he I thought they'd be somewhat decent as to where.
I came to the decision, well, my feet did anyways, that I should get on the bus and head downtown. Most people don't ride the night buses because of stalkers, and things like that. Therefore, the bus drivers are most likely just driving around and getting paid for nothing.
I stood at the bus stop and waiting, waiting, still waiting, and finally, a complete half-hour later it shows up. The Konoha city bus was crappy looking under the street light but whatever, as long as I don't have to keep walking.
"Hello there missss…" The driver spoke creepily. He had on a hat, therefore I couldn't see his identity. But, in the back of my mind, there was this nagging feeling I knew who this was.
Well, I looked up after I took a seat in the back, since there was no one else except for creepy driver man and myself. He had removed his hat to reveal he was….Michael Jackson?! No wait, my bad,…Orochimaru?!
"What. The. Hell!" I screamed, but alas, the bus was moving…and coming to a stop??? Oh no, I'm innocent! He's gonna rape me!!!
Sure enough, he began to walk towards me, licking his lips all the while. I yanked out my cell phone to call anyone, probably the police. But as soon as I began to dial, well, the battery went dead. The rain had shorted out the phone's low battery.
"Dear Kami." I whispered as I quickly put my now useless mobile back into my pocket.
"Thisss won't hurt a bit dearrrr." Orochimaru began the hissing sound constant like an accent. My breath hitched and I couldn't breathe. I was scared shitless as my Inner was running for the hills.
"I have to fight back." I kept repeating while my eyes scanned the bus to a weapon, or better yet, the emergency exit.
I took a step back every time he took one forward until my back pressed against the latch. I spiraled around and unlatched the door and was about to jump when my hoodie got caught by the latch itself.
"Oh shit…" I muttered as I heard his cackling hisses as I felt his breath on my neck. I wasn't about to lose, so I dropped the three foot or so with my hands above my head, effectively freeing myself from the straggling hoodie and Orochimaru's grasp.
I began to run, no lat ass sprint, to the closest alleyway to free myself from his sexual predator gaze. Again, short lived. I heard breathing from behind me and turn my head and body to see not one but two homeless people.
They looked hungry was all I could think. "Hey, pink bitch! Give me your shoes!" The one with a beard said. He must've been in his late thirties or so because his voice had this odd rumble to it.
"Hell to Fuck No!" I shouted, it was cold enough with just soaking wet t-shirt and jeans and now this random dude wants my soaking wet sneakers! It wasn't like they'll fit him anyways.
They didn't seem too happy about me saying no either as they pulled out pocket knives and a pair of make shift nun chucks. I must've seemed intimidating as I with drew my IPod from my pocket.
Yeah, not my best work. I just felt as if I should randomly pull weapons out of my pocket too, but, hey, we don't always get what we want.
They laughed in mockery at the lack of me defending myself. I mean, come on! I just wanted a ticket and now a warm place to be! So, like always, offensive maneuvers must be taken.
I tucked my IPod into it's previous residence and reached for a shield of sorts. Yep, a garbage can lid. It was bestowed the power of deflecting the enemies kunais and nun chucks.
And for some reason I just made myself sound like a total whacko, but now that I mention it, I am probably delusional. I really shouldn't have watched them old medieval movies with the Spartans and shit…
I brought myself back to reality as the chained bludgeon struck the lid, causing this head-ache inducing clinging noise that just kept on vibrating.
After recovering I thought I should do something offense along the lines of attacking the unfortunate hobos.
I reluctantly stuck my hand into the trash can and pulled out something that might possess some use as to beating the shit out of the duo in front of me.
Said object was a…beer bottle. I suppose this'll have to do for now. I ran at the one that called me a pink bitch and demanded for my sneakers and cracked the bottle over his head.
The glass shattered and bloody gash appeared over the man's head as he collapsed. The red liquid visible in the moon and streetlights. He fell at my feet and I quickly took a step back as realization kicked me in the ass.
I practically just killed someone, a homeless person to be exact, over shoes! His partner ran over to him and checked for a pulse at the bearded man's neck.
The dude which I'll now call Doc approached me with a malicious intent. I guess I should defend myself, now, I need to find another weapon.
After all of this is over I'll probably have to dye my hair and skip town for homicide charges but I'll deal with that later.
I ducked down to avoid a probable bone breaking punch directed towards my head and crawled hastily to a different trash bin. I dug through and found a warped BBQ fork-tong.
You know, the long sticks that pick up meat with the two long pricks, yeah, this might get messy…
As Doc lunged forward I yelped, "Doc! It doesn't have to end like this!" God, did I sound cheesy, like American Singles cheesy too.
He, Doc, didn't let up on his potential assault so once I was stuck in between two dumpsters, I stabbed him…in the arm. The rusty old BBQ fork thingy stuck in his arm all the way to the bone perhaps.
As so, he merely just grunted in discomfort and caged me in. I guess it was time to do like Ino does to her Ex's, that's right, drive my knee into their groin.
I did just like when I had to against Sasori but harder and deeper. I'm pretty sure I broke something as this time Doc howled out in misery and fell face first, probably passing out from jolting pain.
I escaped the scene with scathed arms from the beer bottle and surprisingly no real injuries. Except for my freezing as that is. If I don't hurry and get out of this shitty weather I'll get frostbit and have to get my limbs amputated.
Just the thought was disturbing beyond belief. I still had that cinnamon flavor on my tongue and I shivered at remembrance of what has happened so far on my journey.
"I need some tweezers and bandages." I said quietly more to myself than anyone else, like there was anyone anyways. Luckily for me, I was in the part of town that actually had stores opened.
What part of town, well, I am not very sure. I just kinda ran for my fucking life when I could have been potentially raped!
Hey, hey, hey! What do we have here?! Is that Ino and Shikamaru?! It is! Geez, at a coffee shop /slash/ café. But, Ino hates coffee and she's on a diet to not eat pastries, but I'm not!
I must've looked like a mad man as I rushed into the bakery/café/coffee shop because once the owner saw me, more specifically my hands, she ushered me to a table to bandage me up.
Ino and Shikamaru joined her at the table as she pulled out stray pieces of green glass that were lodged in my palms, arms, fingers, and miraculously my elbow. As she pulled them out I noticed I couldn't feel the pain for the numb sensation.
After the nice lady patched me up, she introduced herself, "My name is Shay, by the way. May I ask, how did that happen?" she asked politely.
Obviously Shikamaru and Ino wanted an explanation too so I began, "I've been waiting in line for an Akatsuki's concert ticket! I've been harassed by some dude, I've beaten up a random guy, and two fake cops." I stopped to see that some people, the Akatsuki entered the shop and I continued only louder.
"After the two fake cops I had to save two other people from fangirls! Next was when I had to beat up the two cops again and the two people I saved!" I spoke, more loudly than necessary.
The Akatsuki were kinda shocked and caught off guard by my presence so I smirked inwardly and persisted, "Earlier tonight, I was practically molested by two of my old highschool teachers and could've been raped by a pedophile sexual predator, namely, Orochimaru!" I shouted, kinda breaking out in sobs.
But, then who wouldn't! Orochimaru is a freak and is scary. Not fucking kidding, he made Sasuke cry! The band members must've been interested as they walked up to listen in on my tale.
"Lastly, after I escaped Orochimaru who was a bus driver I met up with two hobos. Yeah, homeless people! They called me a Pink Bitch and commanded me to give them my shoes!" I stopped to catch my breath as I broke into hysterical sobs.
"Ughh, the-th-there was a be-ber bottle…g-gash…BBQ stick,…D-doc!!!" Geez, I made I sounded similar to Hinata then but couldn't refrain myself from slinging my arms around Ino in an attempt to warm myself.
"Uhh, Sakura? What does a beer bottle and BBQ stick have to do with anything? Shikamaru asked dumbly. I only looked him in the eye and said, "I stabbed a dude with a pitchfork that you use with BBQ and hit someone over the head with beer bottle!"
All the while motioning to my arms which were thawing from the heat in the shop.
Ino only rubbed in my misery with an arrogant, "Told you so. It isn't worth it, geez, tickets to a concert….waste!" And you know what I thought aloud, "You're wrong, I might as when get back in line and wait some more 'cause I'm gonna prove you it ain't a waste!"
With my promise to myself I pulled out Hidan's leather wallet and walked up to the counter to order. "I'll have one, no, Two large coffees, a box of cinnamon donuts, uhh, four blueberry muffins, and an Apple Pie." I spoke confidently.
From my previous place I heard Hidan yelled, "What the Fuck?! You had my wallet all along?!" I just kept on smiling as I waited for my excessively large order.
I looked at the clock and it was only around 11:00 p.m. so I had plenty of enough time to pig out as I wander my way back to the ticket line and that mysterious couple having sex in their post out tent.
After another five minutes or so I was saying fare-wells to Ino, Shikamaru, Shay, Itachi, Sasori, Deidara, and Hidan all the while balancing two steaming coffees and three boxes in my arms.
Damn it! The Akatsuki are so arrogant, not helping an inspired listener and their savior with this mess.
Just as I began to inch my way to the door, someone slung it in my face, effectively causing the hot steaming coffee to pour all over me and my pastries and other treats to hit the ground.
"God Damn Mother-Oh Kami that shit burns!!!" I screeched out in agony as the burning coffee scorched my skin, instantly turning it a dark sensitive pink.
I looked up to see the dumb/smartass that did this to me and found myself looking into the cerulean blue eyes of Naruto. Just great! My second best friend makes me spill practically boiling coffee all over myself.
I was gonna kill him. Flat ass out murder his ass! All he did was scratch the back of his head and smile a foxy smile.
I couldn't even get up! Let alone chase after him. My stomach felt as if it had been in a fryer. Not to mention my clothes were trashed and even wetter than before but not as cold, hell no!
"Sakura! Are you all right. Here let me help you!" Shay screamed like a mother and ran to my side. It was painful being hoisted up by my now raw and cut wrists but I had bigger problems.
"Hey, Ino! Can I borrow some clothes! And uhh, Shay I think you'll have to wrap me up some more…" I glared at Naruto the whole time, plotting my revenge.
"Sure thing. I'll go grab some and a jacket." With that said, Ino left and Shay went to her stash of bandages and first aid kit while I took a window seat and gazed outside. Then, the Akatsuki approached me.
"You know, a ticket really isn't killing yourself over, yeah." Deidara stated the obvious. I knew that but I wasn't about o let Ino win, hell no.
"Hey! Give me my fucking wallet back too!" Hidan growled as I just continued to watch Ino bring out two shopping bags from Shikamaru's car.
"Hn. You really are persistent." Itachi commented. I mentally answered as 'You all could have just given me a god damned ticket as a reward and Ino would not have ever known. Plus, I wouldn't be feeling like a sunburnt frog either.'
Soon enough, Ino returned with some clothes I hoped were decent enough to wait in. I grabbed the bag after my stomach was wrapped and headed to the bathroom to change into god knows what.
That what could've been mistaken as a pink poodle if you squint real hard. Reasoning is, a pair of hot pink skinny jeans, a pair of black combat boots, a pink halter top, and a skin tight black leather jacket that went to my mid thigh, isn't what I'd call concert-wear.
Along with the leather gloves with cut out fingers and a black leather train conductor hat, I looked like a…poodle with bike, emo, punk, and slut incest, basically.
I walked out of the bathroom to find everyone's eyes on me. Yeaah, different reactions from different people, Ino was smirking at her not-so stylish outfit and the Akatsuki were looking at me funny.
From under all of their stares I began to squirm and fell awkward. Hmm, being the center of attention is Ino's field, not mine.
Plus, some bad news slash good news is that I can go back into the freakishly pissy weather to wait, "Oh joy."
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