I hope your sticking around long enough to read the second chapter! I strongly encourage you to do so. I would be pleased...but then again its not like you have to.
So do or not do.
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But here it is...enjoy please:D
Chapter 2
The mission and the feelings.
Her target's name was Kaziyama Shinjou.
A seemingly small man with no value until he reached the point in his life of finding how much money he could make in the drug-dealing service. He made a huge deal and started making his own drugs, and sold it to a high price. Paying for body-guards and living the life of luxery in the Rain city. He unknowingly made a STUPID mistake by selling it to a lord's son...and ultimately killed him from over-dosage.
So the lord contacted her captain.
Which led to her mission.
And thats, that. It's how her life is. Angry people with revenge in their hearts over something they couldn't control call them to blame someone...and to take them out. Revenge satisified? apparently so. That's how it all works in her line of 'duty'. Sakura snorted outloud at that thought and walked steadily and silently, floating to her kitchen. She long left the overly crowded and horrifyingly packed club right after getting her mission details and saying a quick goodbye to Alfaz. She stopped short remembering when Shizune apologized profously as her captain passed out just after saying that she had a mission. Shizune was so soft hearted and Sakura smiled a little at the thought, Shizune took good care of her captain and for that she was grateful.
Sakura just waved off her apology and asked for the mission details. Which she received and she left as quickly as she came.
Glad to get out of there.
To damn crowded for her.
Sakura continued her way into her kitchen, glancing her green eyes down at her detailed papers for her mission momentarily as she felt the cold hard floor underneath her feet. The reward for his death was 50,000 dollars and Sakura grimaced. 'Damn rich brats.' but she was grateful. She did get half of the profit so she was satisfied. That would take up her rent for a year. Sakura wasn't rich exactly. but she wasn't poor. No maybe far from it, but missions didn't come easily to some people. And she was one of those people. She rarely ever got mission by herself.
But that was expected.
Sakura reached into her fridge, pulling it open she automatically went for the small but full glass with no lid that sat lonely on her shelf surrounded by nothing. Making sure she didn't spill it she grabbed it tightly never looking up from her mission papers and pulled the glass up to her lips only stopping eye contact with the sheets to look up at her patterned ceiling It was a nice ceiling she thought as the glass brushed against her lips temptingly. Giving into temptation, she pushed the bottle full onto her lips and drank the cold liquid that turned and placated her mouth heatedly. Sakura almost moaned at the blissful feeling of the Sake burning down her throat.
This was what she needed.
Pulling it regretfully away from her mouth for the moment, the after-taste reminding her of what she had for a second and she felt the alchohol enter her system. The small effect making her body feel light. She was a heavy drinker and had a weird high tolerance to it so she knew this wasn't going to get her drunk, but the feeling at the moment was enough to relieve her of that sad thought. Sakura spun around kicking her foot out professionally closing the fridge door with a small 'thud' and walked smoothly back to her bed room. The hallway narrowing as she continued to walk, she flipped off her hallway light as she landed herself infront of her door. She made her way into her room, dropping her papers on the table she knew was there beside her room door and flipped on her lights. It was a seemingly well sized room. A large kind-sized bed sat comfortably in the middle and two bed-side tables sat beside it. A door on her left was her closet and a door not to far from it was her nice bathroom. Her apartment was plain. No pictures. Nothing personal here, except for one thing.
Her mothers locket which always sat forgotten on her right-side bed-side table. But that was it. Only that.
She felt nothing, as she dragged her feet to her bed.
She didn't even bother to change her clothes. Which consisted of a purple long sleeved shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans. She kicked off her shoes as soon as she walked in the door. She hated shoes.
Her mision started offically the day after tommorow, so after a quick check in to her captains real office up town she would have to leave later tommorow afternoon.
Sakura gritted her teeth at the short-notice cursing her captain under her breath. She took a swig of her Sake thanking God she had this sweet pleasure if only for the moment. She fell onto her bed making damn sure her bottle in her hands was steady. Sakura rolled over and ultimately had to prop herself up on her backboard of her bed so she could drink her Sake steadily. She did this with no problems. Even this was in her routine. She did this every time she got home. But her body felt relaxed for the first time that night as the sake penetrated her body.
Tonight was like every other night.
Save for the mission.
It was nice she thought. She hasn't had a solo mission in a long time Sakura mused. Her last one was what, A year ago? Sakura frowned. No...Two years ago. She took another drink of her Sake swiftly and with no mercy. She was always succesfull in her solo missions. With no one there to watch her she could kill how she wanted to kill. Swift and with no mercy.
Just like how she drank her Sake.
However her success rate dropped whenever she was put together with someone else. Her last one with Neji took a whole two weeks because she didn't have a steady hand. Sakura smirked in her bottle. Of course this was all on purpose, Neji finally had to step in cursing and make a scene by throwing a knife at him. She loved it when he lost control and had to duck to hide her laughing. Neji thought she was just being skittish and lectured her all the way back to base. It was really funny seeing that stick up his ass twitch with anger. She literally cried trying to hide her laughter. He of course took it just the oppsosite and apologized. Sakura left quickly and laughed so hard when she was out of ear-shot. It was all planned. She loved messing with people if she was put on mission with other people.
It was a wonder how Captain Tsunade never noticed.
And when given a solo mission it got boring easily so she finished it quickly and drank afterwards for the next couple of days away until it was time for her return to base.
She can't say she didn't mind being put together with someone on a mission. But being alone once in a while and doing things her way with no fear of someone being there to witness her was a decent change once in awhile, so she was grateful for this mission. Things were just getting boring with messing with everyone unknowingly for them for her own amusment afterwards.
Sakura tilted her bottle back and furrowed her eyebrows at the drop that came out which she quickly caught on her tongue, savoring the last taste. 'Damn' She thought angrily. That was her last bottle. Sakura tossed the bottle off the bed forgetting her bed-side tables in frusteration. She heeard it break itno peies and she knew how many instanlty by the richocheted sound. '14 peices' she inadvertdly calculated. She reminded herself to get out of the bed on the left-side in the morning, it would do her no good to injure herself before her mission. ecspecially if she wasn't going to wear shoes.
She never wore shoes when she was on a mission.
She only wore them when neccesary, shoes made noise if you moved the wrong way and it was a liability, so she wore a floor length cloak at all times while she was on the 'hunt' and found that on her own feet she would never make a sound and was swifter and faster in times of need. Stealth was essential. She just did hers a little different. But on some missions she had to dress up...wear dresses...go out to parties to find her target...wear heels. It was such a pain in the ass. She couldn't do it any other way so she just put up with it at that time, but any other mission that she could wear her attire and not get weird looks. She did so without hesitation and was happy. It was faster for her, and her captain made a note not to put her on any more of those missions were she had to wear a fancy attire. Sakura messed up on purposes to make her captain leave all those mission to Ino.
It was a loss of money...but worth it.
She hated shoes and dresses.
They only messed her up.
and messing up was definently NOT allowed when alone and losing her life wasn't allowed if she was with someonelse.
Sakura moved downwards off the backboard of her bed and nestled into her soft pillows sighing softly she felt for the knife that was always under her pillows and when satisfied it was still there she closed her green eyes settling down under the covers. Thoughts of the mission racing through her mind as she memorized and went over the details in her head repeatedly. She memorized every plane of his face over in her head till she knew that at first glance who he would be when she saw him.
And with these thoughts.
And with these plans.
Sakura fell asleep.
But she knew...that even a twitch of movement would wake her up.
So she allowed her self to succumb to sleep.
It was a nice feeling.
Somewhere far off patters of ever lasting rain were heard and stark darkness shrouded everything it touched. Never letting anything go from its clutches. Not like its residents wanted to leave the darkness. They were nothing but if born in it and content with staying there. In this dark room that was the epiderm of no light a pair of rippled eyes stared at the space that held two demading figures. Red eyes mometarily gleamed as what would seem as hungrily in the darkened room before dissapearing blending in with the blackness and stark bleak eyes stared with a lazy expression beside the small figure.
Nothing moved.
Nothing could be heard.
Until a low rumble touched the silence.
"You have a mission."
A clear gleem of light showed that the largest figured smiled cruely "Finally." His voice thundering in the quiet room said and his lazy expression turning into that of excitment. A small "Hn" could be heard as it slipped out of lips in acknowledgment from the smaller figure beside him.
"You will leave tommorow afternoon" the low rumble added and the two figures nodded their head in acknowledgment to the words before turning around...
and leaving like they were never there.
