It was love at first sight.
Sasuke Uchiha was beautiful; his raven tendrils falling delicately in his face, the back gracefully sticking up like the back end of a duck. His coal black irises glistened with restrained emotions, blinking slowly, feathered eyelashes brushing the pale ivory skin of his face. His slender form was slouched, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders, his blue t-shirt accenting it in a flattering manner. His lightly corded muscles stood out, his long pianist fingers tucked smoothly into his pockets in a practiced motion.
The minute Kakashi had introduced him to the class, Sakura had been in love. Now, as she lay breathless on the floor of the empty hallway, looking up at the boy of her dreams whom she had collided with as rounding the corner, her heart was a flutter.
Ohhhh, how he made her so nervous, blushing like a schoolgirl, a woman in love-
"Tch. How annoying." Sasuke sneered down at her, without any regard for the pinkette.
Sakura's heart shattered, and in that moment, she was so reverently glad that she hadn't told the Akatsuki, ashamed of her fool-hearted crush. And crush it did. Then there was a burning anger. How dare he? How dare he act so nonchalantly? So heartless and cruel?
CHA! Break that fucking Uchiha's skull!
Sasuke eyed the shaking girl at his feet with contempt. The girl had fallen like a snowflake in the winter with such slight contact. He studied her, his ire growing. Her long, unbound hair spilled around her, shielding her eyes from view. It was a ghastly pink color, and he idly wondered were she had gotten so much dye. Her shirt was a skin tight red color, the sleeves covering her thin shoulders.
Flat-chested, too, He thought disgustedly. What a-
And then he reeled back in pain and shock as a fist made contact with his face, knocking him to the ground. Emerald green eyes glared at him, her hands planted firmly on her hips.
"You bastard! You didn't even apoligs! What kind of an ass are you?! You arethe annoying one!" and with that she stomped off, angrily muttering about duck butts.
Dinner was going quite normally for the Akatsuki.
"Kakuzu, you bitch! Pass the salt!"
"Get it yourself. What were you saying Zetsu?"
"Tsun-chan has needed a new pot; she's grown quite large-"
"Yo, 'Tachi, pass the salt, please."
"Hn. Not until you will stop referring to me as Tachi, Kisame."
"Ha! Take that Fishy, un!"
"Silence, brat."
"Would Pein-senpai pass the salt to Tobi? Tobi has been a good boy~!"
" Tobi. It is bad form to refer to oneself in third person. Now, Konan may I please have the salt?"
Konan paused mid bite and looked at them all slowly.
"You do realize there's no salt, right?"
"WHAT! YOU BITCH!"
Konan angrily threw a shoe at Hidan.
"Shut up! I'm telling Yahiko about what happened last weekend!" Now, it was common knowledge among the Akatsuki that every Friday, Konan would visit Konoha to visit her ailing father, and returned on Monday morning. They were all silent, fearing the blunette's wrath.
"Well, I heard this one retarded orange kid yelling at this emo looking kid with a duck butt for hair and this one killer bruise, and he was laughing at Emo-Duck that some chick from his school had punched him across the face. Orange-Head kept on saying that it was funny because little Sakura had nearly knocked out a few teeth-"
Kisame interrupted incredeusly
"OUR Sakura?" When Konan nodded, Kisame howled with laughter. "Oh Kami, that's amazing!" Hidan drooled.
"Oh great Jashin, thank you for this fucking amazing wench!" Kakuzu smacked him upside the head.
"Ow!"
and than more fighting commenced. With a sigh, Konan buried her face in her hands.
Oh, why, oh why, hadn't she taken up that Orochimaru guy's offer. She blinked thoughtfully. I would guess it's because he looked like a pedophile…she mused.
"SAY IT TO MY FACE TEME!"
"Hn. BAKA!"
"TEME!"
"DOBE!"
"TEME-"
"FOR CHRIST'S SAKE SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Sakura screamed as she stomped over to the courtyard where the two boys 'fighting' in the middle of the hallway. Sasuke turned and glared at her.
"Tch. Shut it, girl." Everyone's eyes widened. No one dared to talk to the pink haired demon like that.
"Sasuke-teme! Leave Sakura-chan alone!" Naruto shouted, stepping in front of Sakura. Sakura rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and tapping her foot. Every time… she groaned. Sasuke smirked and took a threatening step forward, and Naruto and Sakura both stiffened.
"Leave her alone, Sasuke-kun!" Ino whined. "She already belongs to someone."
"…WHAT!" Naruto, Sasuke, and half the school shouted. Sakura blushed.
"Ino! It's not like that!" she defended. Sasuke glared and scoffed.
"Who'd ever want a rag doll like you?"
"I'll have you know, Hidan loves my body!" she shouted in retaliation, before cursing her lack of control.
Don't let the bastard get to you! CHA!
Sasuke raised an eyebrow.
"Hidan?" he questioned wryly. Before he could go any further, Kakashi appeared and herded everyone off to class. She glared at Sasuke. That kid was so annoying.
Deidara was not an early riser. He wasn't a relatively happy person in the morning. So when some dumbass decides to deliver a package at three in the morning, he is the one shoved out of bed to get it.
He groaned as he slipped on some shoes, his bathrobe hanging limply around his bare chested form. He yawned as he opened the door and he observed the package that came up to his knees.
Kneeling down, he placed a hand on it and frowned when it was warm to the touch. He furrowed his brow, and cautiously placed an ear to the package.
A faint ticking meet his ears and he leaped back. His dead father's voice whispered in his ear.
That's a 3 by 4 container, warm to the touch. A bomb, big enough to blow a building and leave not a body behind.
"Everyone up!" Deidara screamed, tearing through the halls. He kept running as the others arrived at their doors, eyes hooded, feet dragging.
"This place is gonna blow!"
They were alert within seconds. This was a time of war, and as such, they were prepared. They sprinted back into their rooms, bursting out seconds later with knapsacks stuffed to the brim. Pein was in front, kicking the back door open before whirling around in panic, as if realizing something.
"Yahiko! Nagato! Konan!" he screamed, voice raw as the building exploded, blowing them back and stunning them.
The fire licked up the buliding and blew it apart in a supernova of flames. The smoke blew up and around, coating the ground and sky in it's dark smudge.
It felt like hours, what was only minutes.
Itachi was the first to rise unsteadily, his vision bleary, head throbbing. He spit out blood, than turned to look at the groaning Kisame. Itachi knelt down, and helped his friend regain his footing, and they both surveyed the smoldering remains of their home.
It was leveled, debris littering the ground and dust settling on the clothes of the stirring Akatsuki. Itachi coughed, trying vainly to expel the fine powder. He spotted the shock of orange hair that was Pein, his form bent over an unmoving bloody form, sprawled and broken form.
"Nagato…" he whispered silently, and the others gathered around his form, converging like a flock of crows, all garbed in black.
Nagato gurgled a cough, his lungs filled with blood.
"Sorry guys," he exhaled painfully, "I don't think I'll make it this time…"
"Don't say that…" Kakuzu snapped, than trailed off, seeing the mangled hand sticking out of the burning debris. He instantly recognized it as Yahiko's purple nails, and smooth tan hand, even marred with blood and burns.
Tobi choked on a mournful wail.
Zetsu drifted closer, Konan lying in his arms, limp and bloodstained, but breathing. Nagato smiled and a trembling hand reached into his coat pocket, extracting a silver flower embedded with sapphires. He gently tucked it into her hair, and the others felt compelled to look away in pain as he ghosted a kiss over her forehead.
"My Angel…" he sighed. He looked up at the various boys, no, men, he had raised. "Don't…le…go…" he mumbled. They leaned closer, barley daring to breathe.
"What did you say, Nagato?" Kisame inquired anxiously.
"Don't let her go," he told them in a stern, breathy voice, "Do not let them take your Angel. Hold onto her…take care of her…be happy…please…be…" Nagato took a rattling breath.
"Please be happy and enjoy time with her." He sobbed, tears in his eyes.
"Nagato, don't say it like your saying goodbye." Sasori plead. Nagato swivled his watery eyes to Sasori.
"I love Konan." He hissed, eyes narrowed and his voice suddenly strong, "and not a day did I get to spend with her, that I didn't spend tiptoeing around her. Do not let that happen to you." His eyes closed. "Tell her…" his voice seemed to carry on, even as his body turned ridged, and his eyes became unclear and foggy.
"…I love her…"
Tobi wailed in misery, clawing at the ground weeping openly. The other's turned and hide their tears, trying to gather themselves.
Hidan stood first, turning to his pack under the pretense of packing, but they could all see the tell-tale shake of his shoulders that he was weeping.
"What are you doing, Hidan?" Kakuzu questioned tiredly, voice breaking. Hidan didn't turn, but kept rummaging.
"Looking for a fucking piece of paper." He stated voice thick.
"Why?" Zetsu asked tonelessly.
"To write to Sakura." He whispered, his curse missing from his somber tone, "…We can't stay here…we should at least…say goodbye…"
"I'm so sorry."
Sakura stared at the letter, shocked into silence.
Dear Sakura,
We are so sorry, Cherry Blossom. So, so sorry we have to leave you. But we have soon unfinished business.
The Sanctuary was bombed, and Yahiko and Nagato were killed. We have to leave, have to stop this war. Don't you see, Blossom? We have to stop this war, before anyone else is hurt. We cannot let anyone else be hurt like this.
We will come back, and we will come back for you no matter the cost. We ask you to just wait. Please wait for us. We love you, Sakura.
-Akatsuki
She fingered the bloodstained letter, not even bothering to hold back the tears.
"I'm so sorry." Konan repeated again, voice breaking.
The moment Konan had appeared at her door, a somber look in her bloodshot eyes, she had known it was bad news. But this…her boys…
What if they were hurt? What if they forgot about her? What if, she choked on a sob, they died.
Sakura leaned against Konan, and the two girls cried.
Hours later, Konan finally asked.
"Will you wait?"
Sakura looked up at the older girl, taking note of the haggard look in her eyes, the blood smeared on her face. And she replied without hesitation.
"For as long as it takes."
Haha! I edited it (mostly)! I fixed up some parts and fear not, I will update soon! The next chapter is being written right now, as I watch a Very Potter Musical and Soul Eater Abridged...mabye some Inuyasha Abridgement wich I HIGHLY suggest you watch because it's freaking funny~!
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