The Mission: a suite change of pace
The Operative: pandastacia
Mission Steps: Step three
Important Info: Nothing really. I appreciate each review. :)
Summary: "I'm Sasuke Uchiha and I'm going to make you forget all about Naruto," he says with an indecently sexy, holier-than-thou, and bigger-than-God smirk. And maybe she won't be the only one to forget and fall…
Note: I said this chapter would be up at least 4 weeks ago, huh...
Sorry! School has been busy and I just got through exams (yes, that is such a classic excuse, but it's totally true!), so I decided enough was enough and I finished this up. It's just over 2500 words, which is definitely below my goal, but really...
Deciding how much info to give away and where to start and end is hard.
So yeah.
Enjoy! :D
suite two: bar and club
The lights burn across the back of my eyelids.
It is a kaleidoscope of purples, red, pinks, whites, greens, and blues. Rainbows of harsh colors create dots across my vision. They move rather quickly for being dots as they spin in circles moving from left to right, disappearing at the edge of my vision.
Like a disco ball actually…
My eyes fly open.
I'm in this black, black room where the only source of light is a spinning disco ball and a small interrogation-esque light spinning above my head. The swirling dots now entrance my eyes even as a headache bursts through the place right between my eyes.
A moan forces its way through the dazzling lights and sounds. It is a sound of a pain so deep in my head that I felt like it was cracking apart and floating around in the middle of a sea of turbulent waves.
And, of course, the question is, why the hell is there a disco ball in my room?
When I start thinking about it, I muse about it trying to create a mood. I don't know quite what kind of mood, but it does create a shooting pain in my head and neck.
But, that isn't the only thing that is in my room and I'm pretty sure isn't supposed to be here…
"You're finally awake." A smooth voice- possibly smoother than my favorite Swiss hot chocolates from the actual Switzerland- meanders past the beat pulsing through the walls and finds its way to me. There is no creak as I push up on my elbows onto what I quickly realize is a bed.
First thought: It's almost as nice as the one in my room.
Second thought: Wait… whaaaaaaa?
Third thought: Oh my god! Akatsuki, Deidara, Shark- I mean Kisame, Temari, and Tobi… Ino the betrayer!
Fourth thought: I had been drinking a lot and then Lotion guy-
Oh.
Migod.
Lotion guy, a.k.a. "Sasuke Uchiha", is resting next to me on the bed. The lights play across his sculpted chest-
Back the truck up, missy. How can the light go through his shir-?! I let the blankets drop a bit and experience this sensation of a chill moving itself along my upper back.
That's when I realize that I am not exactly clothed any better…
Which is why I promptly rejoin the world of the unconscious.
:;:;:;:;:;:
I don't know how long I had been out. It could have been anywhere from an hour to a day. Time doesn't seem to pass in that small room.
Sasuke is no longer in the room, a fact for which I am eternally grateful. My gaze casts itself around the room, noticing how the world seems too bright and too harsh and too uncaring. I know better than to try and roll my eyes when I spot how I seemed to have been tucked into the bed, if not with care, at least carefully. Had Naruto sent him as my nursemaid or something? If I hadn't known for a fact that Naruto was at least a continent and a half away, I would scream and curse him till the windows shatter.
Not that there are any windows in here to shatter anyway. It is quite glaringly obvious now what the purpose of this room is, considering that the bed takes up almost all the space in the room except for just barely enough room to walk around it.
Yes, it is a bedroom, but it most certainly is not meant to sleep in, though the covers and mattress were comfortable enough to die for. I mean, if you really think about it, it's really obvious what this room is for. And the reason that it was so small? Yeah, so people wouldn't just crash onto the floor as they have- yeah, I'm not going to go there. How come I couldn't figure it out earlier? This is a bar and club. What else could it-?
The door swings open and I can hear a few bars of "Heartless" pouring in from there before that guy who claims Naruto sent him walks into the room.
I can tell I'm a in the middle of a small hangover, but not how I normally am able to tell. Okay, so I can feel the blood pounding through my body, the minor spinning of my mind, and the faint taste of bile and alcohol in the back of my throat.
But I can tell because saying 'Naruto' doesn't hurt me.
I can tell because he seems just like any other guy in my mind.
It's in the way I can smile without feeling like I'm dying of some pain in the middle of my chest.
"Do you think you'll be able to stay conscious this time?" That sardonically, sadistic voice bursts through the middle of my thoughts and stabs me right in my left temple. Giving a moan, I abruptly turn around and smash my face into the middle of the pillow.
The bed falls ever lower slightly and I can feel the weight shift. My mind seems even more wobbly and I'm tempted to just fake sleep.
Except that goes against everything in my body.
Everything that I believed in.
Everything Naruto had taught me to believe in.
So I open my right eye to see him staring right at me unabashedly. Seeing as he isn't talking and I don't really feel like initiating anything involving my head pounding as a result, we both just look at each other.
Observing and take in everything we hadn't noticed earlier.
Like the way his hair sticks up. It doesn't look slimy or all gelled up. Each part fades from black to a dark blue. It's long for a guy's, I guess. Not as long as mine, perhaps, but it certainly isn't as short as Naruto's gelled spikes. Some of the hair by his are actually in locks- locks that hang around his face. For heaven's sake, they emphasize his cheekbones.
He's got better cheekbones than me.
Which is totally unfair, seeing as I'm the girl.
"So… why did Naruto send you?" My voice seems pleasantly calm, thankfully.
It takes a while for him to respond. I can tell he is pondering how much he can say and how much he can't.
"Hn."
"He thinks I'm going to go all suicidal, doesn't he?" He doesn't say anything, so I assume I'm right. "Well, I'm perfectly fine. I don't need a nanny to watch over me and make sure I don't play with knives…"
"How annoying."
What a great first impression. He's obviously a grade-A monotonous weirdo. Okay, I'll bite. He does look like a dream boat, but so do half the guys here and in my acquaintance. He isn't anyone special, in my opinion.
The way he absolutely contrasts with Naruto makes me think of that loud blond, surprisingly.
But I can't really find anything in me to say something snappy back, so I just give a sigh and fall back into the pillow. Wriggling a little bit deeper into the bed, I turn around to stuff my face into the pillow's softness.
I talk through the goose-feather pillow. "I honestly don't need you to waste your life watching me. I'm twenty-four years old. I've been taking care of myself for almost twenty years. Surely there must be better things for you to do?"
Of course, I will not think about how heartbreak is the worse thing in the world and how, despite all the help Naruto gave me, I still wasn't quite over him. There's definitely something wrong with people when they try to hide who they are.
He doesn't dignify my inquiry with a response, so I give an internal sigh and shrug before pushing myself up off the bed. That's when I remember my state of undress and, giving a squeak of dismay and embarrassment, I dive back under the blankets.
"Wait. We didn't- did- um, why don't I- God, where are my clothes?" I nearly shriek as I see his eyes go slightly agog and amusement fill them.
"Don't worry, I've seen much better bodies than yours." He pauses to gaze around the small room. There isn't much room for my clothes to disappear in.
But of course that pause just has to mean that he's preparing to say something disastrously embarrassing.
"Although I do like your lacy black bra…"
A pillow smashes into his face, but I don't feel completely and properly vindicated.
"Asshole. Pervert."
And I'm happy to note how his face flushes at that last name.
"Don't look," I command him as I finally spot my dress from last night folded up neatly on the bedside table. Maybe I shouldn't have changed from my jeans and shirt into the dress. It is much more complex to lace up than simply pulling on a pair of jeans and shirt.
"Like I said before, Miss Haruno, I don't feel any need to stare at you. If you are so self-conscious about your body, do something about it." His voice is muffled, being as pressed into the pillow as it is.
Pausing to level a glare at the annoying man lying in the bed, I slip into the dress and began tightening up the corset.
…
Believe it or not, it's not so easy to fasten a corset by yourself. For one thing, you have to pull the ribbons tight. I have a feeling that the way my arms were poking out like a chicken's was the reason that my irritating audience wouldn't stop snorting and laughing.
It doesn't take long to make me snap.
"Shut up. If you're so smart and oh so talented, why don't you fix this bloody object? You-you-you man."
This earns me a small chuckle as he stands up and shuffles over to me. "You're rather incapable with clothes for being a woman."
I sniff. "Not all women are good with clothes. There's a good reason I didn't go into fashion." Sucking in my breath so he can tighten it even more, I continue quickly, "That's so stereotypical, to think that a woman has to be so domestic." It's easy to notice how efficient he is at completing this painful task even as I gasp for air.
"I don't think I'm quite that fat, thank you very much."
A sigh of relief manages to exit me despite how tight my chest and air cavity are restricted as the sound of ribbons being tied into a knot reaches my ears.
"Can you still breathe?" A dispassionate male voice accompanies that welcome noise.
Turning around, I pause to give him a thoughtful look. There is something about him that's off.
Very. Very. Off.
"Ya know…" I pause again. "I was wondering… Are you gay?"
The smug look on his face is wiped off by my totally innocent question.
"What?"
"Ya know, I have no problem with gay people. Really, trying to deny the truth about yourself is not healthy."
"No, I'm not." He still looks rather insulted. "Why would you think I'm- I'm- that?"
I decide that mentioning how he could finish up a corset better than Ino was definitely not going to make him feel better, so I find my shoes and change the subject.
"Well, in any case, I better get up to my room. Even if I am living here now, I've got to continue working.
"Goodbye. And do tell Naruto that I'll be perfectly fine without having someone watch over me."
Sweeping from the room, I absentmindedly notice that he follows me from the room silently. Besides having those feminine cheekbones, the Uchiha walks with a grace surpassing most people (though Ino will be gratified to know that even if she can't do corsets as well as him, she walks with more grace).
Including me.
Fuckhim.
Ignoring the voice in my head chanting, oh yes PLEASE, I am dimly aware that a real voice is saying something.
"Otouto, what are you doing here?"
And then, inexplicably enough, Sasuke replies, "Aniki?" with a tone of amazement in his voice.
What's up now?
The man working the bar now looks insanely like the man I'm standing with now.
"Hi, I'm Sakura Haruno." I plaster my biggest smile on my face, bowing slightly.
He glances at me for a few minutes before sliding his gaze to the person I am standing with.
"Itachi Uchiha." The only break in his expression of calm was a quirk of his eyebrows. "I never knew you were so attracted to pink, foolish little brother."
A/N Yes, yes, I know.
Definitely not the best chapter.
It's not particularly interesting and I think I need to add in more information about why Sakura is so traumatized and reliant on Naruto. I gave a few hints about why. Actually, I'm afraid I gave it all away.
Do you think it's moving too slow? I'm thinking so.
So after this chapter, each chapter is going to be about a day in Sakura's life at the resort.
And there will be no OCs, merely because they cause a lot of trouble. T_T
Andandand I'm not going to say much about Itachi yet because he comes into play later and the next chapter explains a lot about him soooooooooo…
Yes.
That.
~pandastacia