"Take me to them. Now."

"You are mine, little siren."

Pirate Sasuke & Siren Sakura AU snippet. (Part 3 was told in both POV's. Part 4 will be told in Sasuke's.)


Five years have passed.

Four different crews have come and gone.

Three loyal companions have stayed.

Two different ships have sunk.

And one disgruntled Captain remains.

Sasuke Uchiha was a hard man (nay, a pirate) to get along with even on a normal basis…thus the reason for his many changes in crewman and only a few, select handful of loyal followers remaining by his side (which he was thankful for, secretly but of course would never voice this feeling aloud) and even with this common knowledge, the young captain still found himself perplexed and even more curious as to the fact that yet another change had occurred in his crew.

'Disloyal, scabrous dogs… the whole lot of them.'

One stupidly brave soul told him blatantly that he had gone positively insane, to which Sasuke retaliated by slitting the poor sap's throat…which killed him instantly, causing other less courageous sailors to swiftly abandoned the ship; and he could honestly say that he regretted nothing, absolutely none of their deaths affected him; the only exception being the cook. He would truly miss the bastard's hearty stew on those cold winter nights as they drifted further out to sea.

'Oh well. Good riddance I say.'

And if he was in his right mind, he would probably have to agree that he had gone a little bit crazy… only slightly mad though in his desire to capture those disgusting…repulsive creatures who had slaughtered his entire family. Mainly the pink-haired siren who had somehow captured his attention fully… even years later after their one, brief encounter. His war wounds had healed quickly (magically) and not even a scar remained of the battle trauma, and yet he still seemed to feel the warmth now contained within him on occasion— as if it had somehow only happened just yesterday.

The pain had lasted only briefly, though he still remembers it when he has the sporadic night terror; but even if he can forget about the war or the lacerations he had sustained at its pinnacle, he still couldn't seem to forget about her. The siren seemed to be trapped in his memories for all eternity; toying with him as he became plagued with visions of her soft pink hair and vibrant green eyes visiting him when he felt most vulnerable. Putting an end to his looting ways as he focused all of his energy on finding her again.

'It's maddening. The little siren surely hexed me. Why else would I be feeling this way.'

His jaw tightened at the thought.

He had sailed the seas for years, searching (wondering), but never finding a thing… not even a hint or sliver of the creature that he was searching for.

Until—

His first-hand man ran up to him completely out of breath, where he sat with a glass of rum in hand, paying little to no attention to the young trollop… currently vying for all of his attention by attempting to woo his baser-needs…using her own body to try and sway him…by straddling his narrowed hips with her spread thighs as she leaned forward to place gentle kisses to the side of his throat. His dark eyes slowly lifted above the glasses rim to meet the bright blues of his best friends, and he raised a single brow in curiosity… the unspoken question left hanging between them.

It took Naruto a few tries, but he finally had filled his lungs with enough oxygen to weeze out, "T-they f-found th-them, Captain! Off the coast to the east!"

Sasuke knew instantly who Naruto was referring (who they were) and unceremoniously dumped the poor woman onto the stone floor at his feet. His gaze narrowed, his rum long forgotten on the table next to his previously occupied chair while the woman tried to right herself, her lips twisted in an angry pout that he ignored fully. "Take me to them…NOW," he commanded harshly and Naruto nodded before running back towards the door of the tavern with his captain in tow.

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Two and a half more days had passed before he (and half of his crew) had reached their mark; and to Sasuke's great satisfaction his third in command had managed to nab one of the wicked sirens in a large fisher's net; bringing it onto the deck of his dinghy for questioning.

"Ahoy, Captain."

In no mood for pleasantries, Sasuke brought his vessel to a full stop next to the smaller boat and narrowed his eyes at the creature as it fought desperately to free itself. "Bring that thing aboard."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Able-bodied crewman worked quickly to shift the sea creature from the small dinghy to the larger ship and within just a few moments time, their captain was standing before it, with his powerful arms crossed over his chiseled chest, and narrowed eyes glaring dangerously at the trembling figure.

"Where is your leader?"

The being remained silent, black eyes wide with fright as she stared up towards the imposing figure. Her black hair was plastered to her pale flesh and her grey-white scales slithered up and down, spreading wide across her minute frame, before reaching the thickened contours of her tail. Her fin was twitching with the need to return to the ocean's depths from which she resided, but Sasuke wouldn't allow it. He pulled his trusted Kusanagi from his waistband and pointed it at her throat. "I ask you once more… just once… where is your leader snake?" Still, silence.

With his patience lost, he sliced the blade across her belly before impaling her tailfin to the wooden deck beneath her. She screamed in agony, the sounds traveling far and wide across the open sea, and the captain's lips pulled up into a wide, unnerving grin…and the unnatural calm that washed over him startled even the bravest of his company, causing them all to shift on their feet with nervous energy.

"More and more pain will follow this if you do not reply… if you wish to remain silent, beast. Be truthful and I might let you live."

The siren cowered… whimpering in perpetual torment as her blood congealed on the deck, but she shut her mouth in angry defiance; unwilling to yield to his harsh demands. 'Foolish,' he thought as he lifted his sword up again before bringing it down swiftly for another harsher and disfiguring blow.

Her screams could be heard from miles away, much to his wicked delight. 'Soon. I'll have you. You will be mine, little siren.'

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Five days later—

"Captain! Sir, they're coming! Quickly! From the west they approach us!" Many of his sailors glanced over the sides, limbs shaking significantly as they witnessed several forms approaching in the crashing waves at a swift pace. Sasuke smirked slightly when he spotted the now familiar shade of pink, rising slightly above the untamed surface of the sea.

"Prepare the cannons…," he screamed above the roaring of the ocean waves crashing against his ship as it pushed its way forwards; his onyx-colored eyes briefly drifting over to the slumped figure, tied to their mast before focusing on the approaching figures once more. Sasuke's heart began to pound wildly, as the anticipation amped up the intensity of his mood… the longing for a second encounter with this wicked enchantress causing his blood pressure to rise and his mind to run wild with scenarios of different possibilities in which this interaction could go.

He was eager for it.

He wanted it.

Desperately.

Naruto came up to him, standing on his right with his lips twisted into a frown. "Are you sure about this, Captain?"

"Why, scared?"

"Bastard, of course not," the blonde growled before huffing and rolling his eyes; his gaze shifting from the dark-haired to the creatures swimming towards them. "I just mean that with what happened last time and all… do you think it wise to poke the bear… so to speak. To push your luck— I just don't know."

"Aye, it may not be wise, idiot," he conceited, but his eyes narrowed nonetheless as his grip on the wheel tightened. "But I've never been the rash one, have I."

"Sasuke—"

"Leave it. It's too late now anyway. Prepare yourself." The blonde pierced his lips but nodded in the affirmative before drawing a sword from its sheath.

"I'm with you… until the end, Captain." He felt his stomach twist into knots at his friend's declaration and tried his best to shake the feeling of unease away. His focus was drawn to the starboard side of his vessel when a thump could be heard… followed by a man's anguished scream as he was roughly dragged overboard by some sort of seaweed rope.

It had begun.

"Steady men, do not waver in the face of our enemy." His shout could be heard, followed by several battle cries from the remaining crewmen as they drew their swords in front of them; ready for what was to come next.

He watched as one by one the sirens were slaughtered. It was a bizarre mixture of emotions racing through him… as he watched his best friend pull the pink-haired one aboard their ship. The sea creature was hissing and spitting at him as she fought back, but his grip on her was firm as he held her down between his legs…and she was unable to wiggle away from him no matter how many times she attempted to buck him off of her hips.

When the blonde-haired brought his sword up, just as her hands began to glow around his fist… fangs elongated on a steady growl of frustration; Sasuke acted.

He ran over to them, shoving the blonde to the side before taking his place; the sharp tip of Kusanagi placed against the delicate column of her throat. She stopped struggling, her eyes widening in surprise while the green glow on her hands began to fade. Naruto jumped back to his feet and hesitantly approached; sword drawn by his side.

"Captain?"

"I've got this one," Sasuke hissed, eyes almost wild as he looked down at her; the grin on his lips was unnatural and unnerving. "Capture another. If they haven't all been killed already."

Cautiously, his best friend complied. "Aye, aye, Captain."

Sasuke was unsure of what to do now that he had her in his grasp; his eagerness still wagging war on his system, but he felt the desire to toy with his new prize a little and bent to hover above her. Pressing the blade of Kusanagi against her throat to bring forth a tiny trickle of blood to her otherwise unblemished, alabaster skin.

He whispered into her ear, "You are mine, little siren."


Author's Notes:

If any of these sound like your own writing or another you have read I apologize but I didn't copy anyone's work. This is entirely my own writing.