in for the kill
note1: Bad me. I haven't written in forever.
note2:Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs and Electric - Anniela
arc one: dawning
chapter: danger
Sakura grinned. This, this is what she had been looking for. Music pounding through the door, neon glowing in the darkness of the night. There was no name, just twisting lights wrapped around a grimy door, a portal to another world. This was going to be fun. A bouncer stood in front of her, frowning at her large black cloak (she wasn't ready to wear the red clouds, not yet.), but chuckled and moved aside when she gave him a glimpse of what she was wearing underneath. (He let Sasori pass without a word, the red clouds brokering no argument.)
She was allowed in town now, (Finally. Sakura missed people sometimes. Sure, she usually saw at least one Akatsuki member a day, but it wasn't the same as the hustle and bustle of civilians in the city.) and intended to make the most of her first time out into this city of steel and rain.
Sasori quickly made his way to a dark corner, securing a booth that Sakura doubted she would ever use. She made her way to the bar, ordering herself some shots. (One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. Well, dancefloor.) She sighed, taking it all in. The masses of people, the throbbing of the music, the heat of the dancers. She missed this. She and Ino, after reconciling their differences, had become fast friends and frequented places like this. Dancing till dawn, drowning themselves in alcohol, a temporary reprieve of the difficult life of a kunoichi. There was no Ino tonight, but she could handle herself. (Seriously. She had no problem with breaking a few bones and wandering hands.)
She gave Sasori a smile, a silent apology and maybe something more, for having to be her 'babysitter' for tonight. She slid out of her cloak, feeling his eyes on her. The dress, a red monstrosity she had gotten with Ino last year, was covered in sequins and clung to her curves sinfully. Tossing her cloak onto the table, she made her way to the dancefloor and lost herself in the music.
While Sakura danced, Sasori stared. The little kunoichi from four years ago had definitely grown up into something much, much more. She was beautiful, shimmering in the low light, glitter on her eyes. She spun and swayed and rolled her hips in a way that should be illegal. It was mesmerizing, and Sasori found he couldn't look away. Something stirred in him that he hadn't felt in a long time. (Lust, something in the back of his mind supplied. This was lust.) She shot him a smile filled with promise, eyes lidded dangerously. (Drink, he thought. I need a drink.)
Sasori gulped. This girl was dangerous.
note3: Haha! I liked that one!