in for the kill
note1: Apparently people like Sakura beating the shit out of people. That's awesome. I love you all.
note2: Grr I don't know what to write... I need to introduce more characters, but I have this Kakuzu/Sakura scene stuck in my head. It doesn't quite fit yet, but I need to write it, ya know?
arc one: dawning
chapter: cooking
After sending Hidan through a wall, Sakura had had enough. She was tired and surrounded by a group of criminals. It was time to go to bed. She had given them all a sharp nod, then walked past Konan back towards the hall to where her new bedroom was. (She hoped Pein wasn't too mad about the hole. He had said not to make any while decorating, but hadn't mentioned anything about random acts of violence. And technically, Hidan had made the hole, right? It was his body that had destroyed the drywall.) After sleeping the rest of the day and night away (in the godly bed made of clouds! Fuck, she loved that bed.), she had finally emerged from her room sometime the next morning, now a woman on a mission. Find some damn food before she starved to death. She hadn't had a real meal in days.
She continued to wander down the hall, avoiding the lounge like the plague. The last thing she needed this morning was to run into someone who wanted to fight. Continuing down the hall, she finally found what she was looking for. The kitchen. Fuck it was beautiful. Such shiny appliances, such a big, lovely fridge. Oh look! A pantry! Sakura loved pantries. (Obviously the lack of sustenance was getting to her if she was enamoured with with the oven. Sakura actually hatedovens. She always forgot she had something in there until it lit on fire.)
So when ten minutes later a confused blonde wandered into the kitchen while she was making pancakes, she really didn't give a fuck. (Chocolate chip pancakes, because those were the best kind. She was mildly surprised that the Akatsuki even hadchocolate chips, but she wasn't going to judge.)
"What are you doing, hm?"
She gave him a flat look. What the hell did it looklike she was doing?
"An arcane ritual to raise the dead. Oh wait, you guys have already done that."
(Sakura was nota morning person. She bitched at everyone in the morning. Pretty boys with gorgeous hair were no exception. )
When he continued to stare, she sighed. She was going to live with this person, like it or not, so she might as well not piss him off the first time they meet. (Although he was doing an excellent job of annoying her on this lovelymorning.)
"Cooking," she sighed, looking at her stack of pancakes. "Want some?"
He snorted, but nodded a yes. He walked swiftly towards her, grabbing a plate along the way.
"Thanks, hm. I'm Deidara."
He gave her a tentative smile, and she returned it with one of her own.
"Sakura."
note3: I always liked Deidara. Life kinda sucked for him. He got pulled into a mess because of an Uchiha, and another one ended up killing him.