Idol

The glow of the florescent sign above their head should send off a danger sign and trigger every warning bell in their mind instead it draws them in; like moths to flames they flutter to the dirt and grime of the dingey nightclub, the excitement of leaving the night behind the doors once the early morning hours hit igniting something in them.

She walks arm in arm with her best friend, other half and equal. Because in this business, you keep your friends close, your enemies closer and those who keep you grounded and sane always an arm length away. She didn't know when she left home at 13, she would be here at 19, escaping the life everyone dreamed of, yet here she is, to get a taste of what everyone else gets—she just wants a bit of normalcy, despite her life being anything but normal.

"C'mon forehead." The blonde tugs on her arm, pulling her to the addictive lifestyle she wishes she could have more of.

"Slow down Ino Pig." She giggles out, her nude, glossy lips forming a bright smile as they approach the exclusive hideout for anyone whose anyone. The front of the building is plain, just a brick wall with a few windows and a metal door painted white, the sign hovering above the street just an outline of an arrow pointing upwards; nothing about the building seems welcoming but nothing about the building is off-putting either.

They step up to the door and pull it open, revealing two very wideset and towering men, their eyes hidden by black sunglasses. "Sakura. Ino." One of the men nods, leading them down a long, dark corridor, the set of steps welcoming them back just like they do every weekend. As they near the end of their dark stroll, they can feel the world vibrating under their feet, the flashes of red and blue lights flicker through the crack of exposed space under the door they come to face. The man leading them exchanges looks with two men standing outside the door and suddenly, they're met with flashing lights and the urge to down a drink instantly.

The smell of cigarettes and sweat morph into one as they step into the familiar nightclub; other celebrities are already here, enjoying their privacy away from the tabloids and screaming fans, this is the one place they all get to themselves, besides behind closed doors of their own residence. Actors and movie stars, the sons, and daughters of politicians and like her and Ino, musicians and popstars all cramped into one spot, gathering together most weekends unbeknownst to the public.

They weave around the bodies absorbing the beat of the music and make their way to the bar, ordering a few shots to get their systems warmed up before they greet their friend. As they down the clear liquid, they hear their friend's rowdy approach, laughter tumbling from his lips as they greet him.

"Sakura! Ino! Glad you finally made it!" A blonde boy smiles, his blue eyes could rival Ino's for being the prettiest in Konoha, but Ino isn't the visual in her group for nothing.

"Hi Naruto." Ino smiles, wrapping the man in a one-armed hug. He returns it blushing, wrapped up in the smell of her perfume. Sakura smiles at the boy, waiting for the two to let go so she can embrace him as well. After she pulls him into a hug she steps back and a taller man catches her eye, his dark hair covers one of his eyes as he watches them, his body a few inches behind Naruto's.

"Oh yeah girls this is my buddy, Sasuke. I'm showing him around." Her green eyes slowly scan over the man, his broad shoulders fill the black oversized t-shirt hanging off his body, the sleeves fall just past his elbows. The black pants are loose and stylish, his shoes are bulky sneakers and like the ones Naruto has on. She smiles at the thought of Naruto nagging his friend to match with him on their night out; guys really are like girls when it comes to getting ready. His features are sharp, not a blemish on his face.

She's staring.

"Sakura?" Naruto asks, waving his hand in front of her face. She quickly looks towards him, her cheeks rushing to a familiar pink. "I asked if you guys wanted to join us at our booth."

Ino cuts in, answering for them, "Of course we do, right forehead?" She wraps Sakura's arm in hers and drags her after the two boys, forcing their way through the crowd. They get to a booth at the very back of the club, away from the throngs of people and the flashy lights and thumping music, it's dark and smokey and the perfect place for Konoha's most famous to relax for the night. They scoot into the booth, Naruto and Ino sitting next to each other while Sasuke sits on Naruto's other side and Sakura takes her place next to Ino. They talk about work, being in two of the most popular girl groups right now is exhausting to say the least.

"We leave for our world tour tomorrow." Sakura sighs, leaning her arms on the sticky table in front of her.

"We'll come see you, right Sasuke?!" Naruto smiles, his teethy smile resembling a cat.

"Hey! I leave for tour in a week too!" Ino pouts, trying to get a reaction out of the man next to her.

"Don't worry Ino, we'll have time to see you too." Naruto wraps his arm around her shoulder, winking at her as he brings her body closer to his. Sakura playfully rolls her eyes at her friend who is as bright as a tomato, her cheeks unable to hide her feelings for the man draping himself off her.

"I'm gonna go get another drink, Ino?" Sakura gets up from the table, needing a quick getaway from whatever may ensue in the next couple of minutes between her friends.

"Yes please." She squeaks before Sakura turns away and heads back to the bar. As she steps up to the germ breeding surface, she feels someone approach her from her right. His shaggy red hair falls into his face covering his light brown eyes, his skin smooth and glowy.

"Sakura from Tomoe?" He smirks, standing next to her as he admires her beauty. His eyes scan over her body, slowly raking up and down.

"The one and only." She smiles sweetly, trying to get the bartender's attention. "And you are…?"

"Sasori, heir to Suna Pharmaceuticals." He raises his hand, getting the attention of the man behind the bar. The bartender approaches the two, asking for their orders. Sakura orders a lemon drop and cranberry vodka; Sasori orders a drink she's never heard of before; maybe it's a Suna drink. The bartender hands over their drinks and they continue to look at each other, Sakura takes a drink in each hand and begins to turn back towards the booth.

"So, you have any plans tonight?" He takes a sip of his drink, licking his lips as Sakura puts her glass up to her lips. His free hand moves to her exposed waist, his thumb rubbing the soft skin.

"Yeah actually," she nervously laughs as she backs away from his touch, offering an innocent smile.

"And what are those plans?" Sasori steps forward, placing his hand on her lower back, trying to keep her from escaping his advances and slow, seductive blinks. She tries to move away but she's trapped between his arm and the side of the bar; she doesn't want to make a scene in front of everyone so she smiles nicely.

"We're catching up." A voice booms from behind, a dark overcast falls on the Suna boy as his arm instantly retracts as the man steps towards them. This is the first time she's heard his voice, but she can tell from the energy around her who it is; his presence electrifying, causing her to shudder. Sasori nods, walking away from the bar with his tail between his legs; Sakura turns towards the man and thanks him with her signature smile.

"Wanna get outta here?" He puts his hands in his pocks, his face scrunches as he looks around and absorbs the scene in front of him. Half the people in this club are exchanging saliva, the other half smoking or drinking and hoping they'll get to that point before they leave. All of them, however, trying to escape their fame and money, just like her, even if it's just for a few hours.

"Yeah, sure…" She bites her bottom lip as she makes her way towards the exit, his hand protectively going to her back as he guides her through the throngs of people slung over each other. There's a few dancing, or maybe having clothed public sex is a better word; but no one can complain because they're all just trying to find someone, anyone who understands their lifestyle. "Oh wait! Ino's drink!"

"I don't think she wants it now." He whispers in her ear, his breath making her shiver. She glances back at the booth and he's right; the two might as well get a room. She offers him the drink and downs it in one gulp, keeping eye contact with her; she blushes and looks away, a fuzzy warm feeling igniting in her stomach, or maybe it's the effect of the alcohol finally setting in. He puts the empty glass on the table and waits for her to finish the glass in her hand, she drinks half of it and offers the rest to him. He happily takes the glass and finishes it off; what's a little more alcohol? He and Naruto already finished a couple bottles of sake before they got to this place. The ride to his hotel room is short and fueled with heated physical tension as she tells him about her line of work; being an idol and traveling around the world seems to satisfy all the questions he has and by the end of the car ride they're a few inches closer, their legs touching.

As they enter the hotel and get onto the elevator, they're a bit closer than in the car, their hands brushing until he finally takes hers into his, intertwining their fingers as they wait for the 'ding!' of the elevator to notify them they're at their destination. Maybe it's the alcohol talking for them or maybe it's the mutual attraction both have had from the minute they stepped into each other's line of vision.

By the time they make it to the correct floor her manicured hands are pulling on clumps of his dark hair collecting at the bottom of his neck, his palms flat against her ass as his fingers squeeze the skin and muscle, trying to gather as much of her as possible. Their mouths take breaths as their lips exchange fiery swipes against each other, the taste of alcohol lingering between the two as their tongues find each other, moans escape her mouth as he suppresses his.

He digs his fingernails into her soft skin, and she jumps up pushing their bodies together, he catches her thighs as she wraps her legs around his waist and she can tell there's no going back, not that she wants to. She's leaving for tour and won't be back for months, it's not like she'll see him again. He pulls away from her lips and walks them towards his room, number 7, and he fumbles to open the door as she presses hot, wet kisses to his neck and chin. He smiles down at her as he finally gets the door open, catching her lips with his. He closes the door and walks them towards the bedroom, a king-sized bed waiting for them.

When she wakes in the morning she feels the warmth of the sun on her bare back, the sheets bunched around her hips. She opens her eyes and winces, the sudden change of brightness making her hangover very apparent. She sees a man in front of her, his eyes are closed, and his shaggy black hair is covering half of his face. He has no shirt on and if the state she's in tells her anything, he also has nothing on beneath the thin cotton sheet.

His arm is slung over her petite body, his body heat keeping her warm as she listens to his soft breathing.

"So, a world tour?" he asks, opening one eye to look at the pink-haired girl he's sharing his bed with, "Where's the first stop? Know where I can get a ticket?"

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a/n: happy last day of sssk 23! this was originally part of a longer piece (which is why you don't have the juicy part of their night in it, it was later) about idol!sakura and her biggest fan!sasuke but im undecided on sharing the full thing so I thought I'd share this lil bit hehe…yall can use your imaginations

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