in for the kill
note1: Sooo... I have Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance... and I want to play it. A lot. And not write. But I am, so BE PROUD OF ME RESISTING TEMPTATION.
note2: Kishimoto doesn't really do much with Sakura (it's the fucking Sasuke and Naruto show! ugh!) so I am gonna make her awesome. And maybe violent. Okay, very violent.
note3: Anybody else like the song Diamond Eyes by Deftones? Because it won't leave my brain alone.
arc one: dawning
chapter: beginnings
A peaceful calm had settled over the Akatsuki members, plus one pinkette. Sakura had finished her brief chat with Sasori about his condition and was now curled up quite comfortably in Kisame's lap. It had been an incredibly awkward conversation, and she was still trying to process it. ('How are you?' 'Human.' 'Any health complications?' 'None so far.' 'Do you plan on killing me anytime in the near future?' 'No.' ) Fuck, he was almost worse than Sasuke was at holding a conversation, or so it seemed. Maybe he just didn't feel like talking to someone who had a hand in his death. That was understandable, she mused. Her idle thoughts were interrupted by a rather obnoxious voice coming from a rather obnoxious (and gorgeous, but that wasn't really important at the moment.) man that was supposed to be in a fucking hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere, dammit.
"Hey Bitch! Who the fuck are you? Where's our damn S-Class shinobi?"
God he was irritating. He was standing in front of her now, attempting to look threatening. (It wasn't really working. Sure, she knew who he was and what he could do, but seriously. In theory, she could neutralize him in more ways than he probably knew existed.)
"Well," he grinned lecherously when she failed to respond, "I guess we could fuck her then kill her, seeing as she looks pretty useless. I mean, seriously. What kind of respectable shinobi has pink hair?"
Oh, he did not just say that. If there was one thing Sakura could not stand it was that. Nobody, and she meant nobody, insulted her hair. Ever. She slid off of her perch and gave him a sickly sweet smile that promised death. A painful death. Giving her gloves a quick tug, she clenched her fists.
He chuckled, amused that this tiny girl thought that a mere punch would hurt him.
Sakura saw the condescending look and grinned.
The sickening crack of bones shattering startled everyone. When his body smashed through a wall across the room, they stared. (Nobody expected her strength. Underestimating her was the deadliest mistake anyone could make, and Sakura used that to her full advantage.) Eyes slowly glanced between the new hole in the wall and the petite woman who had put it there, not quite sure what to think. Kisame burst out laughing, Sasori rolled his eyes and Kakuzu sighed. Their monthly expenses were going to go through the roof.
Hidan coughed up blood and tried to move, well, anything. He closed his eyes and smiled. This was the start of a fucking beautiful friendship.
note4: Sakura's song for this chapter is Blood on My Hands by The Used, I think. It works quite well, yes? Also, I like music. It helps me write. Any fitting song for our little tale so far?
note5: Hidan is fucked up, so he's pretty sadomasochistic in my head.