in for the kill
note1: Tobi is Obito guys! I fucking knew it! WTF?! Kishimoto has some explaining to do.
note2: Is it bad that I'm thinking of an ending already, even though I still have 80 more chapters before I even begin to write it? Hmm.
note3:I have a challenge for you people! (Or more of a request, I guess.) I want someone to find me the longest Akatsuki/Sakura fic they can, chapter wise. (No way in hell I'll have the longest word-wise. Drabbles do not make a long story, sadly.) The longest I know of is 32, and I'm curious on how long this will be in comparison.
arc one: dawning
chapter: hungry
Sakura was starving. She hadn't been this hungry since The Desert Mission From Hell. (God, that had been awful. She and Naruto had lost their food after a surprise ambush in a canyon and had had to live off of cactus juice and the few desert hares for days. It had been hell, and she could never look at a cactus the same way ever since.) She groaned and rolled off the couch and onto the floor, too hungry to get up like a normal person. (And since when had she ever been normal?) She moaned again as Kisame walked swiftly by, carrying boxes of takeout. It smelled absolutely divine and her stomach rumbled in protest.
Wait.
Takeout. Sweet, glorious takeout.
Oh fuck she wanted that food.
She leapt to her feet with more energy she even knew she had and took off after Kisame and his heavenly takeout. She ignored the look Deidara shot her as she barreled down the hallway, almost sliding into the wall as she turned the corner. (Applying chakra for traction didn't even cross her mind. She was too hungry to think about something silly like logic.) He didn't understand, anyway. She needed food like, now.
Sliding through the doorway, she quickly scanned the room. Her eyes fell upon Kisame, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, noodles dangling seductively. (To her at least. She was drooling at the sight of actual food. No more instant ramen, no more!) Kisame raised an eyebrow as she slid towards him, more serious than he'd ever seen her. Something was up.
"Can I help you with something Pinky?" he chuckled, following her eyes to his steaming lo mein and orange chicken. Good stuff, that.
"Mhmm," she licked her lips, and Kisame felt slightly apprehensive about the predatory look in her eyes. "I'm rather hungry, you see."
"Indeed." She continued to slink towards him cautiously, as if he would bolt (and take his food with him) if she approached too quickly.
"Actually, I'm ravenous," she murmured, sliding onto his lap. (Something in the back of her mind told her that this may not be the best idea she had ever had, but she shoved the thought away. There was food to be had.)
"And what happens if I don't want to share my food, hmm? What happens then?" He was wading in dangerous waters, he knew. (He'd seen Sakura and Hidan duke it out last week for the last piece of chocolate cake, and it hadn't been a pretty sight.)
"I don't know Kisame," she grinned, "I may just have to eat you instead."
He started to laugh, but the noise caught in his throat when she began to nibble delicately on the tendons in his neck. He instantly tensed and sucked in a breath, eyes darkening with lust. (This girl had no idea what she did to them, did she? Or did she?) He bit back a moan as she slowly made her way up his neck and began to teasingly nip his jaw.
"Sakura," he groaned, not sure of how much more of this kunoichi being unbearably seductive. His skin was sensitive, dammit, and it was getting harder and harder for him not to pick her up and ravish her against the table. (Which, while sounding like a good idea, would probably get him filleted and served for dinner.)
"Mmm," she hummed against his jaw, sending shivers down his spine.
"We can share," he managed. She really needed to get off his lap, like, right fucking now.
She gave him a winning smile and a quick peck on the cheek before hopping off his lap and sliding into the chair next to him, grabbing a pair of chopsticks on the way. She dug in, completely oblivious to how close she he had come to losing it.
"Thanks," she mumbled through a mouthful of noodles. "I was really hungry!"
He drug his hand down his face and sighed.
"Yeah I noticed," he muttered incredulously. This girl, she was going to be the death of them someday.
note4: Well I rather liked that one. Kisame is lots of fun to write.
note5: Orange chicken and lo mein is my favorite at Panda Express :D