A/N:As always, thank you to my beta SapphireRivulet.

This is a new experiment. I found this idea stored in the back of my memory a long long long time ago. I dug it out and made a few thousand words out of it haha.

Well I haven't read this idea on FF yet, so hopefully you guys will find it refreshing.

This is a "triology". There are three chapters in total. Now-presenting the first one.

Enjoy~

Like Tears

1.

It was a snowy day, when Sasuke first kissed Sakura.

It wasn't windy that day, so it wasn't that cold, either. They were standing by the parking lot, but there were no cars in sight and everywhere was covered by a thick layer of snow.

The snowflakes twirled and swirled around the sky before dropping down upon the ground, as if the air was their playground.

Sakura couldn't keep her eyes shut when he kissed her. It was a light kiss, a small touch of lips on lips. In her moment of daze, all she could think about were his eyelashes. Those lashes that ran for miles, acted like a little fan. She could see their shadows kissing his cheekbones. There were a few little snowflakes that had embedded themselves on his lashes. They stayed there, decorating his eyes, and as soon they melted they look like tears. His eyelashes looked iridescent.

As if by magic, the entire scene mesmerized her.

He smiled. It was a light sort of smile, half taunting, half teasing, and it never ceased to make her heart flutter like a newborn butterfly.

"Sa-ku-ra," He whispered. "Close your eyes, please."

She made a sound from the depth of her throat. His voice had the ability to soak her entirely in honey – and so she closed her eyes tentatively.

His kisses then came down upon her like fire – it burnt her up.

2.

The first time Sakura saw him, she was in the club 'Dust', and she was working as a temporary waitress. Sasuke was on stage, dressed entirely in leather. His body was moving however the audience wanted, and it was driving them insane.

The first thing that attracted her to him was his expression...

No, it wasn't his face, or his body, although those were exceptionally eye-catching as well. It was his expression that kept Sakura's eyes glued to the man-the man who stripped and teased in front of hormone filled individuals for a living. He smiled and spoke, but his expression was arrogant and unnerving, as if telling everybody around the stage that they were beneath him.

The audience didn't care, - or seem to notice - of course. One look from him, one movement of his, and they would go crazy. He had the power to excite people, the power to agitate even the calmest of emotions, and he had the power to manipulate people into doing anything he wanted.

Perhaps it was his eyes that mesmerized her. Those onyx eyes that looked through all the people who screamed his name and begged for his attention. Those people were filled only with their own ugly desires, ones which he would only ever fulfill in their fantasies. In reality, he was as arrogant as a king.

His eyes had the ability to talk, to express emotions that people didn't want understand. Many people - be it man or woman - were crazy about him. He had a slender yet muscular body, and it was flexible enough to perform moves that drove the crowds wild with desire. His face was flawless, with skin pale as porcelain, and cheekbones so sharp, they made light dance upon his features like the shadows of ghosts.

But his most haunting feature was his eyes. They looked like they were made from water and glass, as if one look from him and your soul was stolen.

Sakura was hooked the moment she saw him.

Under the colorful stage lights, his eyes looked almost red as they swept over the crowd, his sinful slash of a mouth pulled up in a sneer.

'You are all the same,' he thought, 'same, same, same.'

3.

Sasuke was pushed into a wall by a man much larger than he was.

"Let's see what's underneath all that leather!" The man laughed lewdly as his hands reached towards Sasuke's crotch. Unfortunately, that hand was broken before it touched anything.

"Tsunade," Sasuke acknowledged blankly. "Why did you break his hand?"

Tsunade laughed awkwardly. "If I didn't, you would've broken his arm."

Sasuke chuckled, and pushed the man who was yelling in agony away. He grabbed a piece of duct tape and shut the man up.

"Fire him, Tsunade."

Tsunade raised a finely plucked eyebrow.

"Please?" He tilted his head and simpered in a teasing tone.

She rolled her eyes. "Well, since you asked sonicely... I guess I need another caretaker for Tonton."

The pig honked behind Tsunade.

Sakura waited outside at the backdoor of the 'Dust' for Sasuke to show up.

He was one of the last few who came out, and he exited with the clubs owner, Tsunade.

"S..Sasuke-kun!" Sakura stepped up and piped at Sasuke; her voice was unusually squeaky because she was shaking with fear and nerves. "I...I love you!"

Sasuke looked at the small girl in front of him. She couldn't have been older than eighteen, could she?

Tsunade sighed. "Sakura, what are you doing?"

Sasuke hugged his coat tighter, the fox fur rubbed against his skin like silk. "Sakura, is it? How old are you?"

"Twenty," Sakura replied, her vermillion eyes clear and shining with eagerness.

Tsunade said strictly, "Sakura, you are a waitress. You can't get involved with our staff!"

Sakura couldn't look directly right at him, so she lowered her head and mumbled something about how she was only a temporary waitress anyway.

Sasuke patted Sakura's head and smiled, "twenty huh? I'm older than you by five years."

Sakura whispered, "I know."

Sasuke didn't say anything. He smiled at her - and that action completely dazzled the poor girl - before he left her at the back door, walked towards his car and drove off.

Tsunade sighed at the still dazzled girl, before she also drove off as well.

It was almost three minutes later when Sakura snapped back to reality, and realized that she was alone in the dark, dark night.

4.

Darkness was only the beginning in that part of the town. Darkness signified the start of drinking fests, partying, and of course, shows.

Many, many shows were put on for the customer's enjoyment. Many shows that included men, women, and animals.

It was pure debauchery. It was the life that Sakura was facing at that moment. She wandered into that part of town, and in order to stay alive, she had to work at whatever job she could find.

Not that she could do much. She was only a plain and simple girl, whose only extraordinary quality was her absurd hair color. People often thought that it was dyed, and in the atmosphere of 'Dust', no one noticed the pink haired girl when shows were performed on stage. Shows that included handcuffs, cages, and whips.

Sakura served various drinks to various people, since she didn't have the skills or the ability to perform on stage. She would go around and refill everybody's cups. But more often than not, her eyes were glued to the stage - because he was there.

How could she be so obsessed with him?

Uh, besides the obvious reasons explaining why everybody else was obsessed with him.

When he came on, everybody screamed his name, people stood up to get closer to him. As if his entire existence was their reason for coming to the place.

That night, the show would consist of something along the lines of a girl dressing up as a wild beast, and a man dressed in faux fur (or was it real? She couldn't tell) holding a whip. She never seemed to care about the story line... If there ever was one. All she cared about was him. His eyes, his face, and his sneer that made Sakura ashamed of herself for even deigning to look at him.

He stood on stage, dressed in leather and fur that covered only his chest and waist. The rest of his body was covered mainly by long fur gloves and boots. He had a whip - a whip that was lean, slender, and made sounds so provocative it excited the audience even further.

His eyes roamed around the club, the movements and steps he had performed many, many times were like second nature to him. He was able to step in the right place, and wave his body the right way even with his eyes closed. He raised his whip and slashed down - it hit the air with a "crack", and the people screamed for more.

5.

Sasuke was bored.

His eyes shone with boredom, because he had done the routine so many times, it
felt monotonous. Those people don't care about feelings, or emotions. All they cared about was whether he would punish the girl in front of him with his whips or not.

From across the room, the Sasuke on stage found Sakura's eyes.

He was scanning the room in boredom when he saw her. He chuckled in amusement,
because she looked at him with admiration instead of desire.

It was a strange sort of look, one that he wasn't familiar with, and it stroked his pride even further.

He smiled at her, while their eyes were glued to each other. He licked his whip before running it across his body.

Her eyes widened, and she spilled her tray unintentionally.

He laughed internally while watching her scurry about to clean up her mess; it made him happy to watch her spinning around busily... Like a little bee.

He held the name in his mind for the rest of his performance, like a simple note that was consistently strung upon his heart.

Sa-ku-ra...

6.

"Sasuke, that girl is still outside. Do you want me to get rid of her?" Karin asked. Karin usually performed with him.

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "Just leave. Ignore her."

Obviously, Karin was not satisfied with his answer, because she grumbled something and left through the back door.

Sakura watched as the door opened and her hopes rose, only to quickly fall when she saw Karin instead of the person she wanted.

But what was she going to do after she saw him? Usually he just walked past without even sparing her a glance, and she ended up standing in the cold, and remembering that she had to walk for thirty minutes to get home because she didn't catch the last bus.

Sakura sighed. She leaned against the cold hard stone walls and wanted to cry.

It wasn't fair for someone to have it all, while she had nothing.

She later found out how true this was.

Sakura suddenly discovered that the red haired girl hadn't closed the back door entirely. There was a small chink of light between the door and the frame.

Sakura hesitated before she put her hand on the door and pulled. She found herself standing in the dressing room at the far back of the club.

It was really quiet. Of course it was quiet. It was three in the morning and nobody was there.

She wasn't even sure if Sasuke was there. Maybe he'd slipped out...

But she had to find out. So she tip toed into the private dressing rooms.

Suddenly, a moan stopped her. It made her freeze in her tracks.

That moan didn't belong to a woman. Rather, it came from a man, and she knew too well whom it belonged to.

She stood and listened as the moaning continued. It wasn't loud, nor did it sound often. It seemed suppressed and distant somehow... Nevertheless, it drove her insane.

She walked a little deeper into the dressing room, and she her eyes alighted upon an almost naked Sasuke leaning against a wall, groaning whilst stroking himself back and forth.

She stared bluntly. She couldn't move her eyes away from the scene.

She watched his little performance, to which she was the only viewer, and she was breathless.

After Kami knows how long, he released himself into his hands, and leaned against the wall whilst his eyes remained tightly shut.

"How long are you going to stand there and watch?" He asked her with no emotion in his voice. No shame of being caught out, no nothing.

She immediately panicked. "I don't know! I... Sorry, the door, I..."

He turned his head slowly and opened his eyes to look at her. She immediately stood still under his scrutinizing gaze, her cheeks blushing.

After a while, Sasuke washed his hands and wiped himself clean. He took off his stage cloth and put on his own winter coat - he showed no embarrassment over changing in front of her - and he walked past her without acknowledging her existence.

She stood in the dressing rooms, dazed long after he'd left.

7.

"Sasuke-kun, You missed this part," Karin said teasingly as she tried to hook on the stage bra.

"Yeah, yeah," He hooked her bra with a stroke of his hands, and then walked towards Tsunade's office.

"I need you to fire that girl, Sakura," Sasuke stated plainly as he watched Tsunade bury herself in beer bottles.

"Why?" Tsunade questioned. "She is willing to work for minimum wage, she is diligent and patient, and to top it all off, she's willing to clean up after Tonton."

Sasuke wearily eyed the small pig who honked at him while twirling between Tsunade's feet.

"So unless you're willing to clean up after Tonton, I don't think I'll fire her," Tsunade concluded. "Now leave. I have more drinking to do."

Sasuke left her office, fuming. Tsunade chuckled.

"Sasuke-kun!" Karin jumped into his arms. "Are you ready to perform?"

"Of course," Sasuke replied absentmindedly, and grabbed his gloves and shoulder fur.

'This isn't good,' he thought to himself as he smiled routinely while going on stage. 'I'm going crazy'.

His head was filled with thoughts of the pink haired girl, and even as he performed, his mind was filled with images of her. His thoughts came back to the week previously when she had caught him pleasuring himself in the dressing room. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes clear, even after witnessing something that was supposed to be disgusting.

He found himself wanting to take her in his arms and fuck her senseless. It wouldn't be hard, since she looked like she had no experience in that area anyway. He wanted to show her what pleasure was, what it felt like to reach the heavens, and stay there for quite a while.

He found himself wanting to catch her eye while he was on stage. It wasn't hard, because she was always looking at him.

His licked his lips and thought to Sakura, 'This is for you - For you! So watch me. Watch me as I make you go insane.'

He figured out what was making him so mad. It was her eyes. Her stupid green eyes that were able to look at him without lust or desire. Those eyes that made him think that he was the best in the world, and there was no one that could even begin to compare.

After everybody left, he found her standing outside again, waiting for him.

It was snowing lightly, and there was no wind.

Instead of walking right past her, he walked up to her.

She couldn't believe it either. Her eyes went wide as he bent down and kissed her.

"Are you stupid?" He asked as the snow swirled down on her pink hair.

She puffed her cheeks and immediately retorted with, "I'm not stupid."

"Then it must be me," he whispered as he licked her lips like they were coated in candy. "Promise me that you will love me and me alone."

She said solemnly, "I will love only you."

He chuckled and kissed her until she melted in his arms.

He took her home that day.

TBC