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Chapter Two

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Suigetsu glared at the pen in his hand waiting to glide across the light blue paper of his check book.

Writing a thousand dollar check was something he'd rather not do.

Sure, sharing his hard-on with that amazingly genius delivery girl would have been perfect.

This on the other hand….

Even with his boner gone and more glass for building more aquariums, just giving away a thousand dollars is really something he wasn't too mentally prepared for.

His violet eyes then darted over to his touch screen phone. He'd rather call up Shikamaru and distract himself.

And there was that thing he was supposed to tell him.

Suigetsu shrugged and grabbed his phone. He fingered through his contacts before finding Shikamaru under 'The Chain Smoker'.

He made the name up for him in high school when they had a super hero project in art class, and because it sounded cool when you say it in an announcer voice, and of course he got an A plus.

"What do you want?" Shikamaru mumbled over the phone.

Suigetsu frowned. "Fine, if you don't wanna hear important information from Sakura, I can just hang up."

"Okay. Your point?" the other replied with a sigh.

"Why don't you just accept my call and ask for the information?" the white-haired man retorted, hearing another sigh from over the phone.

"Because I know that you're only calling me to distract yourself from doing something else."

"…So?" Suigetsu replied after muttering something about smart ass friends.

"Do you really need to tell me something, or are you gonna waste my time, Hozuki?"

"Fine! Don't get so grumpy. Go smoke a cigarette and kill yourself faster. I can wait." he snapped back.

"Suigetsu…." Shikamaru said warningly.

Suigetsu folded. "Okay, okay, Sakura just said in her smooth-like Sakura voice 'Tell Nara-san to send me the plan' and that was it."

"Fine. Bye."

And with that The Chain Smoker hung up.

Now more time to write checks.

Suigetsu brushed his fingers against the touch screen of his phone in search of Sakura's number. He knew Shikamaru gave it to him once.

His smile graced his lips when he found her name under 'The Head Bitch'. Something he would have to thank Sasuke for later.

His finger grazed the call button. He waited patiently while the phone rang.

"Hello." her voice was business-like. "Sakura Haruno."

"Hey, Sakura, it's Suigetsu. I gave Shikamaru your message."

"Oh, did you get my package?" she asked calmly.

"Yeah, I did. That's what I'm calling about. Um, may I ask what is it for?" he asked curiously.

"Ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies, Hozuki."

And of course, she hung up.

Suigetsu didn't realize he was mouth was wide open till he saw his reflection in glass laying on the floor.

But seriously, what had he done to deserve this?

He once more grabbed the pen and looked down at his check book. Haruno Sakura was definitely The Head Bitch.

He scribbled down the amount, fed up, and scrawled his name before tossing the damn thing in the direction of the door.

Snatching a wooden ruler and a non-toxic Sharpie, he kneeled carefully over the glass, and began to divide it up.

Listening to the insistent humming of the water filters, he relished in his work, dragging the glass to his table saw, and slowly slicing it up when his cell phone rang again.

Shutting down the machine, he answered.

"Suigetsu here."

"Hey. It's Sasuke. Buzz me in."

Three minutes later, the pair were lying on his leather couch.

The white-haired man waited patiently for his friend to speak.

"I got problems."

"Of course you do. You Uchihas all have problems." Suigetsu said absently. "Except your mother."

"Hn." the black-haired man glared, and relaxed. "I meant about Sakura."

"Why the hell is it always Sakura?" the violet-eyed man grumbled.

"What do you mean it's always Sakura?"

"She…never mind. On with your problems?"

"Completely ignoring me. Sends her annoying assistant instead of herself."

"Shithead, she doesn't want to associate with you."

"…but she should. It's her job."

"Ah, no, last time I checked, you used to send your damn assistant everywhere, I used to send my assistant everywhere before I fired her and got Juugo and then I sent him everywhere, the Hyugas and Sabakus and Naruto send their assistants everywhere. She's allowed to send her assistant too."

Sasuke fell silent, shooting silent daggers at the ceiling.

The other man sighed. "You want to see her, don't you?"

"Hn."

"I don't care what the fuck 'hn' means. But I have a cheque to give to Sakura if you want to discreetly see her, you guilty butthole. Tell her I was too damn lazy to give her the cheque. You can thank me later."

He grinned with his teeth as Sasuke, as slowly as possible to show that he wasn't impatient but he really was, got up.

"Where's the cheque?"

"Somewhere by the door. Enjoy yourself. Bye, Sasuke."

He laughed as the Uchiha fumbled for the slip of paper, and walked quickly to the door.

As soon as Suigetsu heard the door slam, he remembered he also had to give something to the Uchiha.

That stupid package Sakura sent him was for Sasuke. He guessed she didn't feel like doing the assistant thing, or she was simply associating with him to prove something to Sasuke.

He never really thought that far. He opened the box and the first thing he saw was Sasuke's name in big bold letters on another box.

It was a box concealed in another box, so he didn't bother to open the box to see or find out what is was.

"Fuck it." he mumbled to himself.

If Sasuke was gonna go see Sakura, most likely the package would be brought up and then the Uchiha would come and get it.

Hopefully the two will get back together so he wouldn't have to pass things back and forth.

Though having Sasuke as a messenger boy would be nice too….

Suigetsu shook the thought out of his head before he headed back to his glass station.

He eventually settled back into his rhythm till he was almost done.

While being on his last piece of glass, his mind wandered over the red headed beauty who delivered it to him.

Who the hell was she, anyways? And how did she get away with looking gorgeous with almost-nerdy glasses?

Fingering the keypad of his cell, he was tempted to call the pink-haired woman, but decided against it. It could possibly ruin the chances of Sasuke and her getting back together.

How did the two women know each other? They didn't look related, and had completely different jobs.

He groaned loudly in frustration, only to see the girl in his mind's eye, smiling devilishly.

He groaned even more loudly when he felt the blood rushing to his groin.

Suigetsu supposed the shower was the best way to deal with the damn thing, and fled to the sanctuary of his bathroom.

Karin tossed her clipboard into her ugly white and red delivery truck and languorously stretched.

Her cellphone chimed prettily.

"Why, hello, Mr Hatake. What can I do for you tonight?" she purred into the receiver as she climbed into the driver's cab. "No, no, I'm not busy at all!"

She listened for a few moments.

"I see. Well, the cost would be about…would six thousand be okay? For the entire night, of course, silly boy. I suppose I could meet you there, if you like? Or would you be so gentlemanly so to pick me up?" she teased, pushing her glasses up her small nose. "I'll be ready by seven, if that's all right?"

Karin stuffed the key into the ignition.

"Sounds lovely. I am looking so forward to this. See you soon!" she bid him goodbye, and tossed the phone into her purse beside her, a sly smile on her face.

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