in for the kill
note1: A shout out to all of my regular reviewers! I love you people! You should PM me! Because I like talking to people! And exclamation points!
note2:I got called Rachel-chan guys. That was adorable. I may have made a very awkward and girlish noise when I saw that. So now I'm releasing two chapters in one day. Wow. I'm fucking insane.
arc one: dawning
chapter: awkward
Sakura was pissed. Pein had refused to let her go outside. Again. Seriously! She wasn't going to run away and/or massacre any innocent villagers, she just wanted to see the sky again. It had been almost two weeks since she had been outside, and she was starting to get a little stir crazy. Sure, she hung out with Deidara and Kisame, and occassionaly she and Sasori had some intense conversations about various medical studies and poisoning techniques, but it wasn't the same as fresh air and sunlight. (Kisame was really a nice guy once you got past the violent urges, and Deidara had had breakfast with her almost every morning. They were surprisingly sweet for murderous criminals.)
Stomping down the hallway (leaving small craters behind her. She was angry dammit!), Sakura violently threw open her door and launched herself onto her bed. In which she came to the conclusion that this was most definitely not her bed, or even her room for that matter. Three obvious reasons came to mind that this wasn't her room. One: her sheets were black, and these were a forest green. Two: there was a surprising amount of plant life in this room. Three: there was another body occupying this bed, one that she wasn't exactly familiar with. The third reason was the most concerning, so she turned her head to face this new and unexpected problem. The problem stared back with golden eyes, seemingly amused by her intrusion of his nap.
"Hello there kunoichi. Have you come to join us?" He grinned, displaying teeth that rivaled Kisame's.
Sakura stared. And stared. And stared some more. Nevermind the fact that the man's voice had changed inexplicably while speaking, the man had a giant plant protruding from his cloak. A fucking venus flytrap was surrounding his dichromatic face (she absentmindedly wondered how far down the color division went before giving herself a mental slap. Now was not the time for perverted thoughts about strange plant men who may or may not eat her).
"N-no. I accidentally went into the wrong room. My apologies," she managed to stutter.
"I see. What a pity. You look quite delicious." He grinned, teeth glinting in the low light.
"Ah... thank you? I think?" Sakura shrugged. She had heard stranger things. "I think I'll be going now." She slid off the bed and headed towards the door. Her room, her room across the hall, was waiting for her.
Glancing back at the strange man still relaxing on his bed, she gave him a small smile.
"It was nice meeting you..." she trailed off, still not sure who exactly she had just shared a bed with.
"We are Zetsu," he replied, eyes shimmering like liquid gold with some indecipherable emotion.
"Zetsu. Well, it was nice meeting you Zetsu. I'll see you around." Sakura closed the door behind her, sighing. Well hadn't that been awkward.
note3: I actually like Zetsu, although he is a bit of a bastard in the manga.
note4: The Salesman, The Husband, The Lover - The Receiving End of Sirens. Awesome song. Me gusta.