Title: Dying to be Yours

Rating: PG-13 for language and certain scenes

Summary: He wanted to make her scream, to see her run away in fear. But she's covered in blood and on the ground and looks like the jokes on him.

Disclaimer: Do not own Naruto… but that doesn't stop me from writing things like this -.-

Prompt 8- satisfaction (part 1)

"You remember the plan, right, Naruto?"

Said boy nods his head vigorously, making blond locks swish this way and that.

A smirk. "Perfect. So when he asks, which he ultimately will, you'll say-"

"I know, I got it, I got it!"

A glare. She really doesn't like being interrupted.

Silence.

"I-I m-mean, please, continue, Sakura."

A sigh. "Just…make it believable, Naruto. Sasuke can't think what your telling him is anything but the truth."

Again another round of hair flies as he nods.

"He's going DOWN, Sakura."

A short, evil snicker. "No, I'm going down."

A pause.

"But I'm taking him down WITH me."

Dying...

to be Yours

Sasuke Uchiha would never be caught dead -no pun intended- out trick-or-treating or giving out candy to little ghouls and ghoullets. It was because of his limited Halloween plans that Sasuke found himself following his incredibly annoying friend, Naruto, to a Haunted House.

But if he were being honest to himself, he'd say that his reasons were actually to hear her scream in terror. Which would explain why he didn't put much of a fight when his idiotic, hyperactive friend announced, "We're going to a Haunted House, teme, and there's no weaseling your way out of it!"

To which Sasuke merely responded with a meek, "I don't WEASEL out of anything, dobe," he found himself standing before an iron gate (made of plastic, he thought. It was spray painted black) with Naruto and Neji, waiting for the rest of the party to show up. 'Hopefully sometime around the end of this century.'

Why did he agree to this again? Looking over at the grinning nineteen-year-old teen, (might as well have been four from the way the blond COULDN'T STOP JUMPING) Sasuke suddenly found the whole idea of going to a Haunted House one of the more ridiculous things he had done as of yet. Nothing but cheap mirror tricks, annoying flashing lights, irritating Halloween sound effects, and nerds in gaudy costumes jumping out at you to SCARE you.

At least Naruto hadn't offered they dress up.

Sasuke shuddered at the thought.

Actually, the more the ebony-haired teen thought about it, the more tempted he was to just turn right around, get into his car, and drive straight home. This was pointless. HALLOWEEN was pointless. He was a grown-up, not some child who was looking for entertainment on the scariest of all nights.

But the staggering news that Naruto had let slip earlier that day was too good to be passed up. After all, Sasuke hadn't spend an entire afternoon hanging out with Naruto for his own enjoyment and NOT have an ulterior motive. In his self-sacrifice, he had managed to get some juicy and total reliable information on the one person who could make this Halloween worthwhile.

Sakura Haruno was deadly afraid of spiders!

It was about time she got what was coming to her, Sasuke thought rightly. The first time he had met (The Devil in the Flesh) Sakura Haruno, was at Shikamaru Nara's pool party. Which really should have been Ino Yamanaka's party since she was the one who had invited the people, set up the party, called in the DJ, hired the caterers, and assembled it all in time for Shikamaru's birthday. Really, all the lazy genius was good for was for the excuse, location, and cash.

Sakura was wearing a pastel green two piece, large sunglasses obscuring her eyes, pink hair in a messy bun, tote bag on her thin shoulder. As she walked in, wishing happy birthday to Shikamaru, squealing with Ino, laughing it up with Naruto, sharing whispers with Hinata and Tenten, talking polite politics with Neji, Sasuke had never felt more attracted to a girl before this.

THIS was not love at first sight. Lust, perhaps, he had reasoned. Sure she was fine (incredibly hot) to look at. And OKAY maybe her voice was alright (perfect) for listening. It didn't mean Sasuke Uchiha had found his soul mate. He did not believe in such things for they were for fools.

THAT, however, did not mean he didn't want to know her name.

"Sakura Haruno," her alright (angelic) voice said as they shook hands. "Soon to be DOCTOR Sakura Haruno," she boasted a second later.

The rest well…. Sasuke still had nightmares about being near pools. And drowning.

After that, Sasuke's immediate feedback towards Sakura became clear: she was the Great Taker in the short skirts and Louis Vuitton heels combo. Not to be trusted, and certainly not to be taken so lightly. She may look like every man's fantasy girl, what with her cotton candy for hair, ever-swollen pouty ruby lips, eyes that were ridiculously green, even in the freaking dark, body of a sex goddess. But underneath her girly guise, something not at all nice.

And he was looking forward to putting his plan into action once the girl showed up. Ah the satisfaction.

"We didn't keep you guys waiting, we hope?"

Sasuke turned at the sound of her voice. Like bell chimes rustling in the wind. A combination of sickly sweet yet soothing at the same time. Oh how he couldn't wait for her shrieks tonight!

Smirking lightly, Sasuke said lowly, "Had trouble finding your flashlight, Haruno?"

She in turn, gave Sasuke the finger.

"Knock it off, you lovebirds. I swear, you two act like a married couple sometimes," Tenten commented as she walked between them and to her boyfriend.

"Do not," both of them muttered in hushed tones.

"So, who's ready to do this bitch!" Naruto hollered to his friends loudly, receiving angry glares from nearby parents as they covered their children's ears.

"Keep it down, idiot," Sasuke murmured as he sized up his target. Sakura was in a pair of jeans and running shoes. Perfect for what he had planned for her.

In response to Sasuke's comment, Naruto responded with a, "No!" just as loudly and, just as last time, continued getting furious stares.

"He wasn't asking, Naruto, and neither am I. Shut your traphole."

At the sound of Sakura's icy tone, he did as he was told.

"Okay! So who's ready to start screaming for their lives?"

Appreciative nods all around, save for Neji and Sasuke.

From the back of the group, a worried Hinata quickly wrapped her hands around her boyfriend's bicep. "You won't leave me along, r-right, Naruto?"

Naruto in turn gave her a reassuring smile. "Not even for a second, believe it!"

The laziest of the group, rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, come on. The faster we get through this the faster we can leave this lame kiddy-fest."

As he starting walking away towards the ticket booth, a streak of yellow and purple rushed past yelling from behind, "Lighten' up, Shika, this is suppose to be fun!" only to clutch onto his arm like a vise. A muted "Troublesome" could be heard.

As the teens slowly followed suit, Naruto and Sakura hung back a bit, their conversational tones kept low so as to not attract attention from the others.

"Remember, Naruto, make it convincing," Sakura whispered into Naruto's ear. "He can't suspect I know that HE knows that I know what HE knows, got it?"

Naruto, ever the loyal blond if there was one, nodded even though he didn't think he quite understood that last part correctly. "Uh, sure."

"Okay, let's quickly run through this again before we go in."

Naruto could only snicker. He said, "This is going to be the best Halloween prank in the history of Halloween pranks, Sakura!"

Sakura, in turn, smiled. "Well, that's the plan at least. Meet you in the woods."

The one on the left, with its zombie/pirate theme, was where Ino had dragged Shikamaru off to, saying something about how she hoped to see "kinky booty." Whatever the hell that meant, Sakura thought. Dead corpses with giant hats with feathers on them and ancient looking pirate get–up littered the entryway, swaying from side to side like wilted weeds, shuffling around aimlessly. But as Ino found out the hard way, moving closer to one of the undead, commanding Shikamaru to take her picture with her new "boy–toy," one suddenly lunged out with speed unheard of for zombies.

Ino's screams were heard all the way from where the rest of the teens were still grouped.

At the center was a circus themed attraction, its entrance was a big fold leading to a giant circus tent, guarded by an obese woman dresses as Harley Quinn. The Quinn impersonator pursed her lips and rubbed at her stomach in a supposed inviting manor. Naruto laughed at this. Taking Hinata's hand, they gravitated towards the tent. Neji, ever the overprotective cousin, followed Hinata. Tenten, naturally, tagged along.

"Guess this means we get this one," a husky voice next to her ear commented, already turning around to face the last house.

Screams melted off the third house like wax. Or maybe blood was a more appropriate comparison? Chains hung from faux stone walls were long enough to allow the characters attached to the ends of them, dressed in a way to make you do a double–take, to move far enough out into of the center of the space to greet unsuspecting quests.

There was little to no coloring on this last house, so it was hard for Sakura to guess the theme. Unlike the circus tent, with its blinding use of the color yellow and orange and blue (small wonder Naruto was drawn to it). Even the zombie pirates flashed whenever their gold chains hit the light just right. But this one was pure black on black.

Sakura smiled a bit. Just how she liked them.

"I want to play a game," Sakura stated, finding this pairing wouldn't be so bad if she could find a few ways to entertain herself along the way.

Now if only Sasuke would just take that stick of his ass already.

"Not interested, Jigsaw."

"You haven't even heard what I'm about to say."

"If it comes out of your mouth I can expect something stupid." He paused, before adding, "Or diseased. I don't know where that mouth of yours has been, or more specifically, has been FITTED AROUND, and I have zero desire to want to find out." He glanced down at her then. "I'm pretty sure Herpes can spread with you even talking to me at such close quarters."

"You uneducated prick. I bet you're just afraid I'll kick your ass at it."

"Annoying girl with obnoxiously colored hair, I don't even know what IT is."

"So you admit you're partially curious?"

Sasuke expression looked like that of a man who had found out his Fist Class ride was being high jacked with no way out. "Will it kill me."

"I'unno," was her mumbled response.

To which Sasuke glared daggers at her.

Sakura in turn held up her hands in mock surrender. "I'm being serious! I don't know if it will... Do you have any heart problems? Rare medical conditions I should know about? I'm studying to be a doctor you know."

Sasuke sighed, long and exasperated. There was that boasting of hers again. Just like the first time he met her. "For the last time, Sakura. PLAYING doctor for a porn site, a real doctor does not make you."

Sakura squealed, choosing to ignore the Uchiha's comments. For now. "Okay, so what I was thinking was, last person to get scared is automatically the winner."

"How utterly pointless."

"But fun... In a gay, retarded, slightly embarrassing and moronic sort of way."

Making their way in a silent fashion, Sakura observed girls in tight costumes dancing in cages above their heads, swaying to the techno beats that filled the small arena. They really got into it, however, when they spotted the handsome looking Uchiha.

Her guesses on what sort of thrill theme were waiting for them just behind the door were momentarily put on hold as Sasuke said, "I'm sure this job would be no different from your current one," pointing to one of the half-naked girls grinding against steel bars.

Sakura rolled her eyes, giving an unlady–like snort. "So you think I'm a hooker. How unoriginal, Uchiha."

The man in question shrugged. "Perhaps. But I couldn't help but notice you didn't deny it, either."

Sakura didn't need to turn around to know that there was a smirk plastered on the youngest Uchiha's face. She could hear it in his low baritone voice. It almost made her want to smile herself. Almost.

They had finally reached the front of the line, (without killing each other, Sakura would forever be amazed) a man with a leather vest, leather boots, and tight pants they looked painted on greeting them with a slight tip of his studded cap. "Welcome to my master's... funhousssse." His voice dragged on.

Like a leather–claded snake! Sakura's slightly hysterical brain thought.

"Party of just two tonight?" The leather snake–man eyed the two teens in front of him, eyeing Sasuke a bit longer than he did Sakura.

Sasuke either didn't notice or merely decided to ignore the other man's appreciative gawking. "Yes."

Punching a hole in their tickets, it seemed to Sakura the man pouted. It was forgotten altogether, of course, as the man said under his breath, "Oookay. But threesomes are better," while slightly stroking the whip at his hip as if it were... something else.

Sakura turned to Sasuke, eyebrows wiggling suggestively like Groucho Marx. It was Sasuke's turn to roll his eyes.

"Who'd like to go first, kittens?"

Sasuke, offended enough to be called something as degrading as KITTEN, lightly pushed Sakura ahead, with a flat, "Girls first."

Sakura looked back at Sasuke with a frown. Quickly turning into a naughty smirk. "Not before bitches." Sakura waved her hand in front of her, signaling for Sasuke to take the lead.

"So you can ogle my ass? No, you first."

"But you'd much rather Mr. Slave here ogle you then? Didn't know you rolled like that, Sa–Su–Ke."

"Why don't you BOTH go in at the same time?" Leather snake–man looked behind the bickering couple, probably at the growing line of people.

Sasuke looked over at Sakura, eyebrow poised in a silent question. When she nodded, the two took confident strides through the entrance, brushing aside the heavy dark curtain that was used as a makeshift door...

...and promptly ran into a wall.