Notes: Hope this isn't as horrible as I think it is.
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"And be silent, make any stupid moves and you'll be looking at yourself with pretty white wings and a golden harp un…"
A pink haired kunochi nearly shuddered as the tall man before her spoke, his long draping hair whipping against the soft wind that flew in.
Pulling the stunning ebony fabric over her thin frame, Haruno Sakura began down the dimly lighted hallway, admiring how her cloak seemed to glimmer and feel alive, her emerald eyes widening as she admired the swirling red clouds that ran over the blanket of black.
Her coral tresses were damp with sweat, sticking obnoxiously to her pale neck and face. Large wooden zori clung to her feet as she clicked down the hall, following the young and boisterous male from the Atatsuki.
A soft wind was stirring, coming from nowhere and making Sakura feel a bit fidgety, a large lump resided in her throat as she tiptoed forward, afraid that her sandals were clicking a bit too loudly against the concrete floor.
A large pointed hat hung loosely over her much-to-small head, the straw material dangling over and barely falling over. A small golden bell rang every step, ringing in union with her footsteps.
Her throat itched in anticipation, and strange vibration tingling against her throat as she willed herself not to speak. She wanted to speak, hell she wanted to scream. She wanted to squawk out curses and scream out anger, the anticipation was killing her.
Footsteps rounded a sharp corner, and in a gasp the two descended, feet loosing meaning and bodies only there to be thrown down into a deep pit.
Air and wind whipped harshly at their bodies as they hurled down, noses twitching in discomfort as they sniffed the faint smell of mold and mildew that grew on the grey tunnel-like walls that surrounded them.
With a sudden thump, the two ninja's landed sharply onto the ground. Dust kicking up and pain tingling at the soles of their feet.
"You're late."
With a sickened look, the blonde Atatsuki member inched forward, head bowed and eyes closed in slight respect for the man sitting in the large chair in front of him.
"Hello, Leader."
The spiky haired man returned the graceful bow with a simple and pathetic nod.
"I need permission for this woman to be my partner."
Another graceful, floor sweeping bow was given, his sweeping mane of blonde hair brushing against the dirt covered ground as he bent, actions humble but eyes brimming with pride and slight amusement.
A pink haired woman opened her mouth to retort, opened her mouth to scream out nasty words, but as she hung her mouth agape, she couldn't let words come out. She was swallowing shock and fear, all mixed up in one bundle and collecting in a large lump that resided in her throat, refusing to move and not budging like a stubborn mule.
"You have been given permission."
Stunning green eyes flashed with slight mischief as a blonde man spun around, whipping a long kunai out.
A harsh scratch sounded as the sound of metal hitting metal echoed aimlessly in the dark cave, bouncing around and hitting the pinked haired woman with more shock. A symbol that resided on her forehead protector was slashed through, a perfect line mocking the once loyal and perfect sign.
Sakura was so overcome by anger she fainted.
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A simple wooden tub sat in the middle of a completely tiled bathroom, thick with grime and rotten and discarded food articles, all which scattered about the room, decorating the ground with a slight tweak of color to compete against the pale white ground.
Her soft steps echoed as she stepped into the bathroom, her nose squished between two dainty fingers and scowls and displeasure apparent on her face.
"Please tell me why I suddenly became your own personal slave?"
"Like you could do anything else, you're my partner now and you shall do whatever the more experienced one suggests…un…"
"And who the hell made rule up?"
"Little girl, didn't your mother ever teach you to respect your elders un…"
The tall slender male leaned down to place a large yellow sponge in her small hands, cyan eyes twinkling in slight amusement as the small woman let out a groan of disapproval. The heavily soap covered sponge dripped revoltingly with green oozing water, which took to dripping onto her freshly put-on clothes with a tint of green.
"This is disgusting! Don't tell me you guys drink from this water!"
The man didn't say anything; he simply drew back a bit, faltering in the tiniest of ways in hopes to avoid a painful bruise on the side of his skull.
A small wooden bucket lay almost demandingly at her side, almost mocking and teasing her in a way she couldn't describe.
"I swear…I'ma fucking—"
The sharp noise of a large door closing interrupted her moment of distress and with a sigh, the coral haired woman began to work.
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"No! No! No! No! NO!"
A single mahogany carved table lay in the middle of an unkempt kitchen, plastic labels from previously drunken bottles and bright overly advertised stacks of mail seemed to grow like the moss that decorated the old cracked tiled floors.
Cups and plates stacked tall, dipping into the metal sink with sticky syrup, or over cooked broccoli, or last nights mid night snack.
Yellow snot-like mucus was forming on the perfectly formed porcelain, staining the room with a nasty smell. Small palms were forming into fists, and with a single swift gesture the young woman spun around to look for something to yell at.
Preferably a tall lanky blonde haired man named Deidara.
But, (Much to her disappointment) the tall man had snuck out during her second moment of distress that day, leaving her to scrub and clean the completely worn kitchen.
With a sudden rush of anger, the exotic haired woman slammed fists and kicks into the table that stood so prominently in the midst of all the dirtiness, her mouth letting out a sharp scream as the table fell rather uselessly into a pile of firewood onto the ground.
She paused her moment of anger to open the fridge, immediately regretting she did when thousands of shiny bugs crawled out from the fridge, hard shells glistening as they scuttled out, crawling over her bare toes and exposed legs.
Adding charka to her fingers, the medical ninja attempted to burn every single burn in sight, only to fail when her face went splat into a bowl of old curled milk to her side.
Face dripping heavily with the white milk, she let out a growl of absolute revolt when the six year old milk entered her mouth, hitting her tongue with a nasty twinge.
"Why? Why? Why? Why? WHY?"
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The problem was her face.
So round and soft and damn cute.
Something like that should be fucking illegal, something that gave you so much pity just from one fucking look. It made Deidara feel exposed, unsafe…
Body slung over a large metal and half scrubbed pot, the young woman slept, eyelids dropped over emerald eyes in an almost teasing, flustering way.
Her ebony cloak hung over her body, tattered and stained, crusts of food dangling off the edge of the beautifully embroidered clouds, the crimson swirls almost looking angry as they flew over her cloak and food stains.
Fingers rubbed against the side of his face, his own in fact, his calloused and sweaty fingers brushing over them like a soft breeze…
Biting and chewing on his tongue, he contemplated on what to do…what to say… how to wake her up?
And…wasn't there a table in the kitchen?
He really should've just killed her.
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The funny thing was that they grew onto each other.
As minutes ticked by, as hours melting into days, the two stubborn humans slowly began to realize. Began to realize that maybe behind that stubborn and overly protective shield, maybe there was something...and just maybe something not that bad.
Deidara described the other woman as an itch.
An itch that never went away, an itch that lingered over him, always not matter how hard her tried to scratch it off. She was an itch that stood there, and after awhile, you begin to acknowledge it…and get used to the fact she ain't gonna leave.
Sakura described the other man as a water chestnut.
Sharp, harsh to the touch, and off-beat and unusual to the eye. Every time she tried to understand to other man, everything she touched the water chestnut, she got pricked. Her slender finger shed crimson gore and her face faltered in her fail to understand.
But after a while, the woman noticed something else. Open the water chestnut and you get the most sweet and delicious food that every touched her tongue. And once the taste was placed, it was addicting, wanting…
They even had their kiss.
Soft, innocent…shy.
Soft lips hitting even softer lips was what it was, simple. Until Deidara begged for entrance, his lips suckling hers with a soft teasing whine, begging and lustful…
Sakura didn't reply, only prepared herself to pull back…
With a sudden flicker of the tongue, the lanky Atatsuki member's tongue plunged, grabbing her self control and turning the simple kiss into…something else.
And the thing was.
He couldn't kill her.
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Notes: Ever notice Rock Lee sounds like Broccoli?