There was no real prompt for this, other than being tired and pissed off.
So yeah. Enjoy, hate. Whatever.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'Naruto', or any 'Naruto' characters.
There she sat, as she always did, sitting there, knees hanging off the crate, kicking her legs, hands braced next to her. Her head was titled back, watching the ceiling. In the moonlight filtering through the window, her hair looked pale blonde, instead of petal pink.
"Sakura."
He saw her lips curve into a familiar smirk at the sound of his voice and panting breaths. But she didn't look at him, instead still directing her gaze at the roof in nonchalant boredom.
"Hello, Sasuke." She replied in her soft, tinkling voice.
He narrowed his eyes at her, taking in the long, midnight blue skirt that covered her legs, and the ivory bodice that twined tightly around her torso. Long, looses sleeves covered pale arms, with equally pale fabric.
"You're a lot faster than I remember," Sakura commented mildly, and then she turned her head, still tilted back, and looked at him through half closed eyes rimmed by smudged kohl. Her lips were still drawn into that taunting smirk, and he narrowed his eyes in return.
The emerald irises drew him in, even if she didn't will it. They promised pleasure, riches, and everything he desired.
Her white teeth appeared as she bit lightly on her red lips; lips that Sasuke knew were red with not lipstick, but blood.
"I'm going to kill you." He told her in a steady voice.
She laughed at his statement, a tinkling, alluring sound that made his blood rush with desire under his skin, despite the training he endured to suppress all of his emotions. He swallowed, feeling his Adam's apple bob with the movement.
Sakura sprang off the crate she was sitting on, and landed in front of him, on the balls of her feet, light and balanced. Her movement caught him surprise, and his hand clenched around the hilt of the blade in his hand involuntarily.
"You say that every time we meet dear cupcake," she crooned, shaking her sleeves back, and baring her pale forearms to the air. He ducked his head slightly at the scarlet patterns inked over her forearms. The ancient, celtic looking tattoos seemed to shiver in the moonlight.
His eyes narrowed, and he felt the prickling in his eyes that told him that his dormant blood had awoken, and his bloodline limit had come into play.
"Ooh… You've grown since we last met each other…" She commented, green eyes widening at the new, black and red pattern that spun in his eyes. She seemed almost excited, to Sasuke, as if she was intrigued by him.
"You haven't."
His comment made her laugh again, and he growled, as his blood sang in response, and some part of him, that he had long since buried, lifted its head and yearned to reply.
"My dear, don't be silly," she teased. "You know I don't age."
Sasuke tightened his hand on the blade in his right hand, and it twitched in response, wane moonlight playing over the keen edge. "Your centuries end now." He growled.
"Silly little hero quips do you no justice cupcake. You should stick to being the strong, silent type." Sakura said with a slight pout.
"Shut up."
She grinned, baring her teeth to him, and he saw that her canines had lengthened in anticipation. Her tongue darted out, and licked her lips clean in a quick movement that had his eyes glued to the now pink lips.
"You're impatient as always." She said, still smiling. "Well," she held her arms out, "come and kill me."
He growled at her nonchalant attitude. A few years ago, it would have been warranted, but he was faster and stronger now. He refused to be belittled by a minx with pink hair. By his hand, she would die. And he would relish watching the life fade from her expressive green eyes.
The next instant, he was in front of her, slashing downwards with his blade that would have sliced her in half had she not disappeared.
"Oops… You missed," her voice taunted from behind him, and he turned, finding her behind him. "I'm over here cupcake."
He snarled, and hurled the shining blade in a lightning fast movement. It spun towards her as a streak of white light-
-And she caught it between two fingers.
But her eyes had strayed from his form for long enough, and he leapt forward, drawing his second blade from the belt at clipped around his hips, and stabbing at her head.
She ducked, and her foot planted itself in his chest.
The breath whooshed out of his lungs, and he was catapulted away from her. He tumbled head over heels, managing to land in a clumsy crouch, feet and ankles stinging from the impact. He wheezed, staring at her through narrowed eyes.
She smiled at him, the knife in her hand falling to the ground with a clatter.
He realized something then; she was playing with him. Toying with him.
Forcing himself to his feet, he growled in anger. No one toyed with him. He was Uchiha Sasuke.
"Stop playing around," he growled at her, fingers straying to his last weapon.
Her wide green eyes narrowed, and he found himself entranced, not for the first time, by her pixie like features and exotic beauty.
His fingers brushed the hilt of his trusty katana, but she didn't give him a chance to do anything else.
She was gone in a blur, and he grunted when she kicked him in the stomach, harder than the first time, and he flew back through the air. The first cry of pain came from him, when his back cracked against the concrete wall behind him.
It forced the breath out of his lungs again, and he felt his ribs crack. His head slammed against the wall. His vision dimmed and he swayed with the pain. The room swam in front of his eyes, and he coughed.
Sakura wasted no time, and he found himself pinned against the wall just as he started to slide down, body boneless. Her soft hand wrapped around his neck, holding him in place.
Her grip wasn't enough to cut the air off to Sasuke's lungs, or hinder his breathing in any way, but it was enough to make him stiffen. Her skin was cool, only a few degrees colder than his, but to him, it felt like ice. Swallowing, he felt his Adam's apple knock against her hand.
"Open your eyes…" He heard her breath, and her cool breath washed over his face, smelling of cocoa and mint. It was a strange scent for a vampire.
Her voice had deepened, taking on the husky cadence of a seductress. It sent thrills singing through his body, and against his better judgment, his eyes opened.
Sakura's green eyes were a few inches away from his own eyes, and she unleashed the full, hypnotic power of her green eyes, flecked with gold, on him. His plan to escape, to reach his sword at his side, disappeared from his mind, and all he could think of was those hypnotic green eyes.
Then she blinked, and it was gone, leaving Sasuke slightly disorientated.
Her hand tightened on his neck, and Sasuke swallowed, acutely aware of the chilled hand.
She was going to kill him.
After years of never laying a hand on him, and running from the battles he initiated, she was finally going to kill him. After years of her telling him to give up, because she didn't want to hurt him, she was finally going to give in to her instincts.
Sasuke closed his eyes in self loathing. He would never kill his assigned vampire, and take his place as the rightful heir to the Uchiha name.
"It's a shame…" Sakura murmured. "You would've made such a beautiful vampire."
His eyes shot open at her declaration, and he regarded her with wide, terrified eyes. She was frowning, and her green eyes were thoughtful as they ran over his face.
"No one would know…" She murmured, more to herself, than him.
Sasuke was terrified, of becoming the very thing he detested. He knew that vampires could turn anyone but rarely did, for fear of discovery, and a slight sense of superiority. The only ones vampires were forbidden to turn were their only hunters. Him. His family.
It seemed she had come to a decision, because her grip tightened and then loosened on his neck.
"Relax…" She told him in a gentle, soft voice, one that could belong to a young schoolgirl. Like she had to have been once, before she became this... monster.
He bared his teeth in one last act of defiance, shoulders and arms rigid.
She sighed, and bared her canines, pearly white in the moonlight. He made a choking noise, a last act of desperation, as her head dipped down, cool breath fanning across the skin of his neck. Placing a small kiss there, she made a soothing noise in the back of her throat as he stiffened.
Her lips were warm.
Sasuke went rigid when her fangs sank into his skin.
Don't ask. Was feeling emo, and felt like making the chick badass for once. We needed a heroine that wasn't annoying.
So yeah, Sakura beats up Sasuke (finally...) and makes him her slave for all eternity. Well, not quite, but you know. May expand on this later, after 'Song In Your Head' is done, but that's only if I have some semblance of a plot for this.
Review, if you want.
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