Your Love Is My Drug by Ke$ha

"Sleep…" Sakura murmured, dragging herself into her room. She didn't bother pulling off clothes as she climbed under the covers, exhaustion getting the best of her.

Not that she would sleep.

As predicted, Sakura became instantly awake the moment she snuggled into her pillow. The itch she had just taken care of was back, telling her senses that her craving needed to be satisfied, right that exact moment.

But she needed sleep! She'd barely slept in the last week, and any dreaming she actually managed was haunted by him!

Sakura quickly pulled herself out of bed, no longer tired, and trudged down the stairs as quietly as possible. As she exited the front door of the house, she pulled out her cellphone and began to dial a specific number. It was the most called number on her phone, and also one she had memorized already and never bothered trying to find it in the contacts list. It was quicker and more efficient to type in the numbers anyway.

She held the phone up to her ear and waited.

While the phone rang, her eyes darted down every alley and around every corner, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

"Sakura." The voice she craved spoke into her ear.

He sounded tired as well, but more in that 'I woke up recently' kind of way. Sakura assumed he was smirking at the fact that she was calling him at one o'clock in the morning.

"Kisame!" she breathed, feeling better at just being able to hear his voice. "Where are you?"

"Apartment." He answered, "Itachi's out, too."

Sakura didn't miss the implications behind the stated fact. "I'll be over in fifteen minutes."

0o0o0o0o0o0

"Sakura." Her mother snapped.

Sakura winced as she shut the front door behind her. She had thought that she could sneak back into the house without any of her parents noticing her absence, but apparently not…

"Yeah?"

"Can you explain where you have been all night?"

"I just went for a morning walk." Sakura protested weakly.

"At ten o'clock at night? And until five in the morning?" Her mother gave her the 'glare'. "You have been out all night."

Sakura didn't know what to say, at that point. What would she tell her mom, the truth? Nope, no way, wasn't going to happen.

Her mother sighed and her shoulders released the tension they had been carrying. "Sakura, think about what you're doing to yourself. You've been out every night for the last two weeks. I know you're a smart girl, and you know being with him is not the smartest of moves."

Sakura was about to argue, except she didn't have a reply.

She couldn't explain to her mother what exactly it was she was going through. Kisame wasn't just another guy, he was…her addiction. Kisame was a drug, and Sakura couldn't get enough of it.

He was on her mind, constantly! She dreamed about the blue-skinned man, craved his lips and pointed teeth, wanted nothing more than to at least touch him in some way or another.

Sakura had never experienced anything like Kisame.

"I'll be more careful, mom."

0o0o0o0o0

"Sakura-chan, you've gone crazy."

"Jeesh, thanks, Naruto." Sakura replied in between sips of frappe-chino.

"He's right, forehead." Ino said, agreeing with the enthusiastic blonde. "You're kind of thinking backwards lately, I think. Maybe you should—"

"I can't!" Sakura snapped, starring both friends down. "You guys just don't get it!"

Naruto snapped his fingers as a thought penetrated its way to his brain. "Rehab, that's what Sakura needs!"

"I don't need rehab, Naruto." Sakura mumbled, averting her eyes.

When she said she didn't need it, she really meant that she didn't want it.

"Sakura, this is very unhealthy. Look at your hair, it's all limp and lifeless." Ino raised an eyebrow, daring her best-friend to disagree with her.

"You're acting like a love-sick crack head." Naruto added.

Sakura quietly went back to her iced-coffee.

She wasn't going to take any advice on this specific matter. Because, once she was left to her own devices…well, everything just kind of fell back out of place again anyway. Her heart was officially fried beyond recognition, as if it had been shocked by several voltages of electricity, and then expected to still beat after the incident.

Addiction, Sakura admitted she had one, but she was quite content to leave things as is.

0o0o0o0o0o0

She liked the way Kisame kissed her. It was just so perfect. She liked the way he would skim his hands up and down her sides, skin to skin contact, without crossing the boundaries. She liked the way he was so attentive, and the way he liked everything she did in turn.

Kisame was drugs, and Sakura was obsessed with him.

Suddenly, without warning, Kisame pulled back and looked Sakura in the eye.

"What is it?" she asked, confused at the sudden ceasing of the make-out session.

"You've been getting into quite a bit of trouble, princess."

"I told you not to call me that." Sakura retorted in a disgruntled manner.

"Well?"

"Fine…everybody's telling me that I shouldn't be doing this."

Kisame gave her the smirk, the one that barely curved his lips but really shone out in his eyes. That smirk was the one that made Sakura fall for him in the first place; it did terrible things to her insides. "And what do you think, princess?"

"I don't care what people say. The rush is worth the price I pay." Sakura bit down on her lip for a second, trying to avoid stumbling over words. "I get so high when your with me, but crash and crave you when you leave."

"Sakura, Sakura, you make it sound like your addicted to me."

Sakura smiled coyly, peeking up at him through her eyelashes. "What you've got to offer me has been hard to find anywhere else."

"That so?"

She nodded, sliding her gaze to a spot on the wall. "I've got a question for you."

"Yeah?"

"Do I make your heart beat like an 808 drum? Is my love…your drug?"

In answer, Kisame kissed her breathless. "Wanna have a slumber party?"

"Hell yes!"

A/N: Blood Rain asked for more Akatsuki Pairings…so, while I was watching an AMV for this song, Akatsuki Pairings were on my mind, and I immediately decided to do a KisaSaku to it, because a short-story was folding out of my mind and turning into something worth writing. Thank you for the inspiration, Blood Rain, and I hope you enjoy this one.