.o13 Kiss
It seemed like a girl's night out obviously, as they all crowded the bathroom in a pink haired girls apartment in Tokyo, Japan. Perfume, and clouds of powder seemed to hand in the vanity lights, as they were leaning as much as they could, vying for spaces in the mirror. Well three girls, out of the four were primping in the bathroom since they were the ones with dates. Some how, Sakura got budged to go on this group date with her female friends so she wouldn't be at home dramatically trying to cry her eyes out or pouting about Sasuke dumping her for a witch named Karin. Ten Ten, Hinata and Ino didn't think though how complacently rude it was to bring their own dates to the movies when she was all-alone. Once could guess young adults were all like that, wrapped up in their own little worlds, though they probably didn't mean it.
She sat on the corner of her bed, watching them with a little huff. They were supposed to get ready at their own homes not at hers like they always do. Didn't Sakura make a point about telling them that the last time? In jeans, comfortable pumps and some sort of halter tank covered by a form fitting track jacket the girl sat in contrast to her friends and their skirts or dresses and the fashionable mini jackets that really served no purpose like tiny handbags women carried at college. They all chattered like budgies at a pet store, in excited thoughts of the movie and their dates whilst Sakura couldn't really comment on their long time boyfriends or the relationships she commented on the movie and possibly getting food after or before it.
But still a haunting ache was there for the med student of twenty-one years. Especially when a long term 'investment' goes sour. So she couldn't help but to think depressive thoughts that her friends were currently 'trying' to break her of. Since Sakura already vocalized why she should even go when they were all going to be paired up any who and she wasn't gong to get the 'attention' that they said they were going to give. Ino's reply was deft if not airheaded to make her inner self roll her eyes.
" Hey, you might meet a hottie at the movie theater or at the gelato place." A wink of a blue eye and a shooting handgun motion was added in. Sakura sighed once again as Hinata finished and sat next to her looking quite guilty. "What sort of hottie do you mean, Ino pig? A one night fling or the man of my dreams?" Ino got quiet then and Sakura sat staring with almost sarcastic glint in her eye with a hint of her abnormally dry humor. Then Ten Ten was finished leaving the blonde basically in their metaphorical dust. They all sat and waited as the girl re-did her hair a few times, and applied eyeliner twice. It was only until Sakura got up and went to the kitchen, to grab her bag and keys did Ino rush out in a flurry of 'wait for me's.
Off they went in to the heart of the bustling metropolis, a group of med, psychology, history and Physiology students going for a good time.
Madara sighed, watching his younger cousin apathetically as he paced the floor with a cell phone glued to the side of his chicken head. In argument as shouts rose from either side, he would casually presume with his new girlfriend that he chose over what seemed like a more level headed girl. The elder didn't ask for this, truly to be an audience to Sasuke's phone conversation. He came here from Kyoto to take a break from his business and law classes in college not to be a target for familial schemes such as his aunt getting them all out of the house, or to look at girls that would bring the Uchiha 'clan' more prestige and power
He huffed quietly, leaning back and picking up a psychology weekly magazine to flip through the pages in search of something more interesting then his cousin and the phone chat from hell. There was nothing worse than a man getting pussy whipped by an unbroken girlfriend. Foot steps were coming down a plush call way of familial pictures and floral prints, who ever it was must have been either curious or coming to tell him to shut the hell up. What ever it was, Madara complacently hoped he wasn't in the line of fire. But as the face poked past the doorframe he knew who it was, Itachi.
The bland looking senior looked from his baby brother to the eldest lounging cousin in faint amusement before signaling for attention. "Madara and Sasuke if your listening, I am extending an invitation for you both to go to the movies with the Akatsuki and I. Afterwards we are also getting gelato." This sounded like Mikoto or Fugaku put him up to this, to asking the two others to go along with a group of friends that they were not well acquainted with. He could just shrug his shoulder in an ok and Sasuke nodded looking at his brother as if he saved him from the hellion. So the plans were set all that was needed was the time that they were departing. "Itachi, when do we leave?" A guttural voice coolly flickered out like a snakes tongue, and the cousin stared at him briefly before opening his jaws. "Now."
Sasuke just snapped the phone closed, and rushed out to get ready. The cell phone was buzzing immediately right after with the kanji to that girls name all over the screen. The elder brother just waited for the all honored cousin to rise, already looking well off for some one caught off guard. A hand roved through his loose, now shortened hair in a quick mussing before walking towards the front door for his sneakers, catching his wallet and keys along the way. "Lets go then Itachi. "
Off they went, out the door with a stumbling younger one following them to the destination where they will hook up with the posse.
What both groups didn't know was how a situation that was or had the potential to be dramatic was about to happen all by frequenting the same areas of the Shinjuku district of Tokyo. The nightlife jewels littering the concrete towers of flat glass, pulsed and netted them in to plans of weekends and money spending. Streets filled with bodies, blocking vehicles and their forward momentum. It was possible that legends happened during these times where the moon and stars ruled while the sun was asleep. Feeding addictions of those who naught know better.
Pachinko parlours and their bright noise called those hoping for a gamble, as people were attracted like flies to honey. Arching movement, swarmed with advertisements and static was all there was to a district of pleasures. Feet were pounding the glittering debris, of fallen cigarettes and see through paper. Men and women alive of all walks did this all, marching along in tune to individual drums. There wasn't really anything glamorous as television specials try to say and push.
Teenagers roved in chattering swarms, flashing bulbs everywhere. It was all glitzy to those who studied piously thus they lapped it up. It was all very peachy as separate groups arrived to the scene of a grand theater, kicking up fairies dust in excitement. The girls laughed while their boyfriends talked, purchasing paper admission to watch a show. Entering the opposing group came in to play, of an ex and a few extra characters of street creation. In a flash they got what they came for and disappeared in doors a flicker of hobbies and life.
Sakura pushed past people to sit in the middle, two rows up from her own gaggle of friends who sat with their lovers in arm. It was an awkward experience being the single one of a group of couples. The only think she was really thankful for was the fact that they all chose the new horror movie over a kissy girl sequel to another kissy girl movie. Possibly because the vote for the gore and horror was outnumbering pink butterflies and fashion tips in disguise. Feet were popped up on to the seat in front, barefooted of course and her popcorn in its container in the crook of her lap. It was a very comfortable way of seating, as the girls mind worked to forget that she was even with a group in the first place.
Partially she wished she wore a hoodie than her track jacket so she could of smuggled in candy goods and eaten them while she laughed at false blood dribbling across voluptuous women. The din of the theater discolored the fairy hair; muting it to a silver tone as the sconces began to close and previews were reeled out. She didn't even seen the group that just entered with Sasuke in its throes, or else she would have ran right out and hid in the girls bathroom. She only felt a body to her side as it sat down in a heavy way; eyes flickered over momentarily to scoop in an actually attractive guy sitting next to her. Here she was thinking it was an overweight guy trying to get some, as she quietly peeked around for his girlfriend to appear any moment but none came.
In an embarrassed manner she scooted down further and stared forwards, never realizing that in the hushed room of munching and breathing that she was being stared at.
Traveling with large, if not rowdy groups was not his thing unless it was to strike a fight with some poor sap. But that hasn't happened in a very long time, deceivingly grown up and above the needless rage to beat on those weaker. Personally he plotted while their stodgy group traversed to the theater that he would sit by himself away from the chattering rancor of tough love. As a last minute plan, a red haired bimbo in 'sexy' librarian glasses was added to the mix. The constant, flirting cling-on was really a turn off to having a good time; it was even seen on the faces of Itachi's companions and their dates.
Eyes flicked here and there, girls whispering and men staring at their arrangement as the glitz of gold lights and neon infiltrated their retinas. They paid for their selves separately, entering with ticket stubbed perforated to be ripped by a man. The concession stand was a nightmare of screaming kids, older people and a pimple-faced kid. Madara only got a drink, then wasting his money on snacks that were over priced figments that would add to the creation of love handles. A slasher movie, dripping with intestines and gore was what the group picked to sate their lust for carnage. A little hint went a long way he mused, pushing past gobs of people in the halls and through heavy doors lined with prints.
The group sat in the back, hogging potential seats with their accessories. Not like he cared, walking down the aisle a row or two and in to sit next to a well dressed woman who looked to be three-years younger and alone. From the corners of lash-bedazzled eyes, he watched her peek around him and around. Ahh natural curiosity, as the previews rolled in their booming effects was a wondrous thing. As now he only figured he was blatantly staring at the pinkette. There was no man at her side, only an empty seat with her purse shoved in its fold. Mentally he pondered if a disposable relationship was in order, woo her and comfort her during the scary parts and cheap thrills and take her out for ice cream with out the Scooby gang then dump her when it was time to leave for school.
It was a simple plan really since no woman could deny the sex appeal that Uchihas exude. Images began to role, and dialogue cornered him to look forward, and wait for the opportune moment to strike.
Laughter peeled as the woman on the silver screen screamed as that was cut off by a tell tale swipe of a sickle; gurgling ensued immediately after wards with the girls shivering hands touching her new adornment that now made her dead. Little shushes rolled about and some of the frightened patrons stared at the girl momentarily just like he had before the show. The young woman was way more different than he thought, maybe mentally unstable? Nah that probably wasn't the case though there are people who got their rocks off on gore, and the suspense of shows like CSI or Law n Order. The track jacket vixen must have been one of those few. He smirked casually looking back up at his group to see the red headed bimbo clinging for dear life along with a few of their dates doing the same.
Sakura knew she was strange, laughing at these fake blood gushing women in pushup bra wonder while her friends cowered at their unusually excited or lazy boyfriends. She was shushed at a few times by some neighbors who were screaming every chance they saw something horrible happen or if the bad guy was working out a plot on some one. So why couldn't she laugh in the face of thrills and gore? After all her job was going to be that of a doctor. There was lots of drama, trills and gore in that job. The handsome guy was smirking and staring again, in periodical shifts. Was he secretly making fun of her? Or was there something else to those plainly Uchiha like smirks of his. It was sort of creepy how he resembled that of her ex boyfriend and his stoic brother. Then again half the pretty boys in Japan that were not J-rocker or in to Umibozu looked like the Uchihas. Dark haired and pale, that is what they all were as she shivered and settled back in to her comfortable viewing position.
Constantly, as they shared an armrest had epic swatting battles. One was very amused whilst the other was becoming frustrated with the tiny game of who can lean on this armrest. Gore ensued, along with a few caption pieces of talk; both were leaning in towards each other, still vying for that particular armrest though there were others on either side, unused by the nail biters. The movie was already an hour in, another hour and a half to go. Both sipping off their drinks stared balefully at the screen filled with running people and screaming queens. Getting close to near mishaps as their heads started to close the gap unconsciously. No one else was paying attention so it didn't really hurt to flirt in the dark.
It all was like an incorrigible blind date, either potentially poisonous or delicious. Sakura subconsciously hoped it wasn't the later of the two, couldn't deal with another 'problem' in her life. Every time their heads drifted closer, their faces did the same and breathing began to shallow every time. Hitting the supple flesh of each other's faces in every puff, slowly their hands adhered together then fighting for dominance. A pale scene lit the query, their faces delicately illuminated by the cool palette dancing about with auditory sensation. Smoothly enough is hand found nest pinning on either side of her chin, staring at her easily before they moved in for the kill.
A kiss, it was like one of those cheesy movies with kisses, where the bad boy only to figures out that he really didn't have an interest in her as he kisses the girl. Their supple lips crashed more then once, and orbited with the click of teeth and tangle of tongues. Her hand slipped up in to his hair and nested like some sort of spider, holding him down as he basically did the same only rougher. The screams of girls in the audience and on the screen momentarily meant nothing to the temporary couple that didn't even know each other's names or where they were from. It had to stop as they came up for air, and she immediately parted, and slid back in to her seat as he did, both momentarily stared at the screen. Sakura was mentally stunned that she did that whilst Madara was pleased beyond belief.
Fingers touched her lips as her body slid down the seat, further staring at the screen and not divulging the handsome man for a look. He stared at her momentarily, soon the end of the movie came after a few resolutions of the main characters and them defeating what ever evil that had the ability to behead pretty but useless women. Basically waiting for her group to get up and wander out dazedly, with a pair of hyperactive dunderheads chattering in their excited fear, once they got near by she scooted past the male she supposedly made out, and didn't look back, although very guiltily. He rose, quietly not expecting the girl to rush out, following a group that obviously included her though the now pink haired woman seemingly alienated her self from a date night just like he had done.
A prose of a smile flickered at his pale lips whilst his cousins arched their prim, if not inky brows at him. Their large group had subtly broken up, some couples wishing for burgers than sugary ice cream, somewhere still for gelato, and others were for more on a round of booze. Madara on the other hand just shrugged complacently, muttering that He was sticking to the original plan since he wasn't from around here, and the walk to the glitzy place was easy. Sasuke opted for the booze, since the girlfriend was whining for of a more clubbish atmosphere then the whimsy of a parlor. It went for Deidara and Hidan's dates as well who were restless, pulsing in life, Itachi, and Pein stuck with him whilst Kisame, Sasori and Kakuzu plundered for burgers.
As they parted ways in neon drenched, speckled streets the eldest of the brothers waltzed up to him as they took their leisurely course. Leaving behind his date, who attached to Konan immediately as Pein as well flanked his other side, as if it was a duty to be up held. Slowly with that monotone vocal it came out for their own parted grouping of diligence. "I saw you kissing some woman in the theater, who was it?" No one but him was that observational, as the ginger haired man to the side of him looked a little astonished at the on goings of the night. As he only nodded and grinned, which elicited a flashing emotion from the weasels face. Madara replied deftly to confirm the sayings of his cousin at hand. "Yes, I did and I enjoyed my self very much. We were both in the same situation of being apart of two groups who were all paired up but us."
With out much word they trudged on wards to a place of tooth rot.
Now with another group of candyfloss and girls who obviously cared for her well-being, they traversed the side walks and gutters in a clusterfuck of the genders. Conversations delved upon many topics, how scary or how good the movie was, who was the most annoying character, so on and so forth. Sakura was partially content at this point, having a nice 'quickie' not in the intercourse sense but of the make out with a stranger. The hole in her heart was momentarily filled, of course enough to make her friends notice after a few minutes. Ino quirked a brow with Ten Ten as Hinata only smiled knowingly at the girl who stared at the advertisements looming in the horizon. They went along a decided path, in a world that was glamour on the top but dirty underneath.
Off in the distance, a trolley or some sort of train hollered at the streets while whirring by in electrical snaps. The gleam of the place grew closer, as they didn't question her happy methods of walking and or humming along people packed streets. The friends were more than pleased with the turn around from a sullen bag of pink, to something of pep. Possibly the horror movie was the trick for changing her personality. They reached the place of indulgence and began their quest of ordering late night sugar rushes when of course Itachi's posse walked in.
It was after though when they got their snacks and were sitting at a spindly table, limbs tucked in. It wasn't hard to spot the elder brother of her old romantic fire; after all he always seemed to appear when they even thought about doing anything past second base petting. Sakura's new mood was completely steamrollered over or deflated the moment those melons rested on the slim male who entered with a smaller posse then usual, and a new member who looked to be related. Partially there was a hope that the intelligent man wouldn't notice their chattering now staring group but that was a wish on a fake candle. He saw everything, like a stationary hunting hawk. It was only time before he waltzed over for formalities and awkward small talk.
And he did just that, with the relative at his heels staring over his shoulder as if he were the benevolent ruler of the world and demanded their attention at full. Slowly articulated words punched at their ears, feeling the threat of the potential mockery. "Hello Sakura san. It has been quite a while since we have last met, I hope you are well especially after what my little brother did." The relative quirked a brow then stared at Sakura fully as if he recognized her only partially. Probably from photos that were flopped atop of a trash can somewhere. She huffed slightly removing her mouth from her ice cream temporarily to answer the polite questioning of her once brother n law. "I am doing well, Uchiha san and I hope you're healthy as well. May I inquire why you are even here?" Eyes cut narrowly along with a dual pearls, dual sapphires and a pair of chocolates.
The opposing, standing male smiled cordially like Sai would do sometimes, a rare feat from an Uchiha since they were all about work and no play. Madara shifted behind his cousin, easily of course exuding the same airs of the family. The cousin hummed the beginning of a sentence once again. " I wm extremely well, and I was taking my cousin out on a night of the town, viewing the newest horror movies and getting sugar." His head jerked back to the looming boy now, "Sakura san meet Madara. Madara this is Sakura san Sasuke kuns ex fiancé." She nodded of course and he as well, holding out a hand to shake hers with as western tradition implies.
She shook it off course catching the whiff of the all too familiar scent of the one she made out with strangely enough. This made her pause inquisitively, earning a few righteous stares of confusion. Itachi noticed, and she snapped back to her false life being of course polite and trying to focus on her ice cream. Soon enough they said their good buys when their own orders appeared. A slew of questions appeared out of the blue, harassing her ears coercively though it was mostly the blonde twins babbling on. Slowly after finishing and shaving off a few cold shivers she answered them plainly, about how she made out with a total stranger who was very possibly the cousin of her ex boyfriend and she only basically recognized him because of his hand and the smell of cologne that he was doused in. The pig squealed at first about how cute it was that Sakura found a temporary romance but scorned that it was of the same breeding stock of the Uchiha clan. But was cut off of the tirade soon by an 'I don't care' and the dumping of her container.
Soon they were off just like the encountered Uchiha grouping, to catch their buses or trains back home, saying their goodbyes fruitless though there were questions most women were dying to ask the cupcake haired girl. She caught her train on time so questions were not replied to, sitting alone once more in the seat that served her late night forays well.
Itachi after wards strode towards the residential provinces of the city along with his cousin who grew surly if not frustrated that he couldn't recognize the girl he kissed so passionately. The girl that didn't wait around for him after the ending of something amazing. Slowly he spoke to Madara, reliving him of all the information on the girl who ran like Cinderella at twelve. "Her name is Sakura Haruno, Top class Medical Student under Tsunade and Shizune. She used to date Sasuke but he was an idiot and dumped her for the whore named Karin as you have seen. It is most likely she hates all of our breeding for his stupidity but that can be changed if she cares for you. Or vice versa as it seems you're hung up over her." A brow was arced and suddenly they stopped in an emptied street, close to the manor in which he visited seldomly. Suddenly there was conflict in his mind; the original plan was to have a quickie before heading back to Kyoto and its many groupies. But interest of the woman was piqued, not only was she an excellent kisser but sassy in the way her less than intelligent friends could ever understand.
Raspily Madara made a request, though it sounded more like a command then that. "I'd like to have her phone number and address. I want to see this woman again despite of my cousins stupidity and possible adherent hate for her." Of course it was understood why his interest was piqued initially, no woman ever walked away from him unless forced by some other event chain. And she purposely strode away, not looking back once or batting a lash. Then the interest was compounded upon by further review of the events in and outside the movie theater. Which was the entirety of how they started to kiss, to the information Itachi divulged in none to secretly. For a moment he stared at the slightly shorter if not willowy college student before articulating another reply to a quick nod that Itachi would get him the things he demanded for. "Why would you help me unless it was for personal gain?" he stared, narrowing his eyes tiredly for a second at the partially smug face of his cohort.
Then the cousin grinned before leaning in to confide more information that was more of the personal level. "There is gain for myself and for yours. Mine is the humiliation of my little brother, he is too high up for his own good. And for you well you get a nice little girlfriend who will probably stimulate you." Those dark eyes gleamed momentarily before blinking and straightening up. He strolled on but Madara stood watching him momentarily before staring at his hand that grasped Sakura's. At the very least he knew the name of his mystery date. Picking up where he left off, he followed the lagging Itachi home.
Only tomorrow, he showed up at the girl's door with flowers and sharply dressed with that familiar cologne.
Author note:
Umibozu – the tough, street, yakuza sort kid, teenager or man with a shaved head and gang. Watch Nobuta wo produce to get a better understanding of the description of these sorts of guys.