|Behind the Bars
Author: x.Kaze-chan PM
//SasuSaku// AU She should have known better than to extend her help to him. Now, she has to deal with the many temptations clawing at her with the undeniably sexy street racer in her home. “Are you seducing me?” “…Are you seduced?” “N-No!” “Then no."Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Sakura H. & Sasuke U. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 42,551 - Reviews: 390 - Favs: 352 - Follows: 374 - Updated: 06-23-11 - Published: 06-27-09 - id: 5172771
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Summary: /SasuSaku/ AU She should have known better than to extend her help to him. Now, she has to deal with the many temptations clawing at her with the undeniably sexy street racer in her home. "Are you seducing me?" "…Are you seduced?" "N-No!" "Then no, I'm not." Slight crack.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, just the plot.
Rating: T (Some content not suitable for children)
"Are you afraid?"
How was she to respond?
"A…afraid of…of what?"
He just…breathed on her neck!
That cocky (ohsosexy) ass…
"Afraid of me, of course."
She twitched inwardly before jabbing him in the forehead harshly,
half a mind to toss the pile of papers in his face.
"Of course not! You're a street racer, illegal, and you have a bounty on your head! I can report you any minute!"
She watched him raise his eyebrow at her.
She showed him her own scowl.
"You're not scared of me then?"
Her cheeks flushed.
Why was her back suddenly against that cold, hard wall?
And why was his hand moving up the back of her shirt?
"Err… hey! I'm letting you take refugee in my home, so respect me!"
And just why the hell were his lips so wet and on her neck?
"…You're just lucky I haven't jumped you yet, woman."
He nibbled on her ear.
She could swear. Her face was livid.
"Show me you're not afraid."
She blinked again.
Another devilish (and oh so sexy) smirk.
"I'll show you."
My god, this man was just hot either way she looked at it.
"You PER- MMF!"
She really liked his lips.
Behind the Bars
1 . . .
W o r l d WarIII
Every time you attack,
it doesn't drive me to fight you back
and then I know
that I'll never let it be
World War III.
She should have known better than to be out at this time of night. She had gotten off late from work and she had no choice but to walk home, her ride was in the shop and all her friends were out at the bar right now. They were probably drinking their asses off—and she was stuck walking home at one in the morning.
Her C.E.O had stayed late—and as his secretary, she had no choice but to stay behind and help him finish as well. Lucky for her though, he let her go home before him as he still had some papers he had to go through and she had made it obvious enough that she was about to fall sleep on him. And now, her walking wasn't even steady as she clambered messily down the pavement.
She cursed at her black ankle laced high heel boots and bent over to make sure both her boots' laces were tied properly before she ended up tripping on the shoe laces and breaking the three inch heels and possibly falling flat on her face or butt, either way, it would hurt. She cursed at her luck when she tied it wrong, having to retie it again before she stood up only to stagger a bit before balancing herself.
She reached a hand into the pocket of black denim shorts to make sure her cell phone was still there in case one of her drunken assed friends decided to still have a mind. She tried to remember which speed dial number Shikamaru was— knowing he would know better than to get himself drunk. She nodded when she memorized the single digit before hugging her black blazer closer to herself to hide the white silk v-neck sleeveless blouse underneath.
Her jade eyes scanned the area again to make sure there were no rapists that might jump out of her from a random dark alley. The lights of a nearby post light flickered once before turning off completely. She groaned to herself before she stopped walking completely. She let her eyes get used to the dark surroundings before they made out shadows around her.
She shivered; she'd no idea this safer and higher classed part of Konoha was still so… scary and empty during nighttime. She wondered where everybody was.
She nearly tripped on her own feet when she turned to the street to see a crowd of cars racing down the street. Her eyes widened as she stared at the cars that blew right pass her, they were going at least 100 MPH! She twitched when she saw a probably customized painted orange Bugatti Veyron drive by, the window scrolling down to show the face of a grinning blonde haired, cerulean blue eyed boy. He had whisker marks on his cheeks and she gritted her teeth when he winked at her and flashed his shining white teeth at her before racing off again, waving and screaming.
"Sorry babe! Can't give you a ride!"
She watched his bright Bugatti take off before she scowled. "Idiot…as if I'd want a ride from a street racer…" she mumbled to herself before clicking down the sidewalk once more, ignoring the speedy passing cars. It was then that she heard sirens and she realized why the street racers were all racing out of the city. They were being chased by a group of Black Ops (ANBU) cars.
She slowed down as she passed by a small street and gasped when she saw a pair of headlights blind her sight. She stumbled and muttered a curse as she hit the brick wall beside her, and the lights of the car turned off. She heard the sound of a door opening and slamming shut and a man cursing as he walked over to where she stood.
She widened her eyes when he grabbed her arm, "Let me go!" she yelled before a hand clasped over her mouth. She mumbled incoherent words into his hand before biting it forcefully. He yelled a quick curse before glaring at her and she gasped at the sight of his eyes. They were pitch black; like onyx and they showed no emotion at all. She stared at him in fright before he dragged her and tossed her into the passenger seat of the car before he went to the other side and got in as well.
She struggled to get out but he leaned over and her down to the back of her seat, "Oi. You live near here?" he asked simply. She glared at him, not answering his question. He sighed before his hand moved to her waist and she gasped when she felt him reach under her shirt, she struggled again but he had her arms behind her back. "Look. Easy way or hard way, you pick. Just answer my questions and I promise, nothing will happen to you…" he whispered and she inwardly shivered at the sound of his deep bass toned voice.
By the look of him, she knew he was more built than her and she would have no chance in attacking him. She sighed deeply before looking away from his gaze, "Yea, I do." she turned when she felt him give her a deadpanning stare and she bared her teeth before answering his unspoken question, "Bella Terra Apartments Complex." she mumbled and she widened her eyes when she felt him reaching over and doing something, "Hey what are you—!" she heard a click and stared down to see he had seat belted her.
She stared at him and breathed heavily as he fell back into his own seat and turned on the engine. At once; she knew that she was about to go on the worst ride of her life. She gave him a fearful gaze and would have been charmed when he sent a dark smirk her way if she wasn't so scared out of her wit at the moment.
"Safety first, right?" he lifted one corner of his lips and showed part of his teeth before his hand grabbed the clutch, put it on drive and—"Don't jump out if you're even thinking about it. It will hurt." he warned her the first and last time and she took time to register everything he just said before she felt her heart pop out of her chest.
He revved the engine and let it purr loudly once before he stepped on the gas pedal and—"AHHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed as he speeded out of the alley and made a sharp turn to enter the street, before she knew what was going on, they were already at more than 60 MPH and she could only clutch the seatbelt tightly as her ears rang with the sounds of sirens that were too far away to catch up, and her eyes willed themselves not to shut close as she watched him dodge upcoming cars.
He kept his foot on the gas pedal and she watched the meter move from 100 to 120 in just seconds. Her eyes widened when she saw the familiar orange Bugatti up ahead. The man beside her matched his pace with the orange Bugatti and rolled down his window, the orange car doing the same. The man stuck his head out of the window and twitched at the grinning blonde idiot in the other car. It was all she could do not to scream at him to watch the road, but he and the other guy in the orange Bugatti were leading the pack of cars that were probably fleeing the city.
"Oi! Dobe! I'm going somewhere else, go find hideout at the Hyuuga's main mansion and get in the underground parking space. Ask him to lend you a room for the night, and call me, got it?" he spoke to the blonde as they sped straight pass the red light, in which Sakura could just squeeze her eyes shut in horror at the ticket he would be getting for well… he'd probably just get thrown in jail.
She heard the blonde yell back, and inwardly cringed at his loud voice. "Yo! Teme! You're going to the hot chick's place? You lucky ass! You better tell me the details later!" she wanted to jump over there knock his teeth out, "Alright! Neji's place right? I'll call you when I get there, so don't get too into your…activities! Hahaha!" the blonde roared in laughter, "Hey pretty lady, Sasuke-teme's pretty rough, I say you prepare yourself for an all nighter! Tell Sasuke to let you call me if you need something more soothing, the name's Naruto, by the way!" he winked at Sakura before he sped off, making a sharp left turn and disappearing from view.
The man, "Sasuke," cursed at the blonde before he too sped up and made a right turn, leaving the pack of fleeing cars behind them. "Bella Terra, right?" he asked her. She nearly jumped at the sound of his voice and nodded quietly before she felt him slow down a bit. The road they were currently on was empty, the city's curfew was 2:00 A.M. and so everyone was probably asleep already.
They stayed quiet the rest of the trip, and she opted to stare out of the window instead of looking at the road ahead of them. He had "slowed" down, but he was still going 80 MPH. She sighed once before closing her eyes, hoping for this nightmare to end soon.
Her "driver" took the time to turn to her swiftly and examined her thoroughly before registering her face into his brain. She had bright jade green eyes, and he took note that she was as easy to read as a book; his total opposite. She had shoulder length wavy pink hair and side swept bangs that gave a sense of mysteriousness to her. She had a curvy cat-like nose, and actually her eyes resembled cat eyes as well save for the tiny slits that thank goodness she doesn't have. Her lips was a pale rosy color and her mouth was quite small, it was as big as the width of her nose and so her face was in a good proportion. Her darker pink eyelashes were long and fanned the skin near her eyes softly as her eyelids were closed. The colors were just too…bright.
She stood out in a crowd like a sore thumb; he'd have to make sure the sirens wouldn't recognize her near him.
"Look, Nadeshiko, I have to go! No matter what happens, this race is going to decide my garage's fate! I'm the mechanic; their crewman and they need me there. You're not going to stop me!" Ayumu declared to his wife defiantly as he grabbed his tool box and readied to march to the door. His wife pulled back his arm and looked at him furiously.
"Haruno Ayumu! Imagine what could happen to you! The sirens were after us already just last week! If this race gets overexposure, you're going to get caught! Don't do this! Our little girl's only seven years old, don't make her lose her father in just one day! Please, Ayumu-kun! I don't want my baby growing up knowing that her dad was locked up behind the bars during her childhood!" Nadeshiko screamed as she held on tightly to his arm.
A small, pink haired, green eyed baby girl watched her parents from her spot on the staircase, making sure they wouldn't spot her as she took in the scene before her, listening, and trying to understand what she could at her age.
"Nadeshiko, have more faith in us. We're not going to get caught, I promise you. This is an underground thing, we've made sure to keep it low profile. The sirens would have never learned about any of this!" Ayumu tried to persuade her into letting him go. "Besides, why don't you go with me? We need as many import models we can get. This race is the climax of a lifetime!"
Nadeshiko stared at him in disbelief before she calmly took a breath in and out. "Ayumu. I'm not going anywhere near that race. If you want our baby to grow up living a horrific life, you go ahead. But I'm not going to let her spend her childhood with her father and mother in jail. I'm definitely not sending her to my mother. I'm raising her, and I'm giving up import modeling. I've had enough of starting and ending your races and being seen as a trophy. So you go ahead then. When you get jailed though, you can make sure to remember my words." she ended their conversation promptly before turning to head upstairs.
Sakura hurriedly ran up before her mom could catch her snooping. Ayumu stared at his wife's retreating back before sighing loudly and gripped the handle of the tool box even harder, one hand reaching up to adjust his cap carefully before he reached for the doorknob and opened the door.
He stepped outside.
And that was the end.
Her eyes snapped open and she immediately registered the scene that was replayed in her mind as a dream. The speed of the car had woken her up due to a sharp turn that had her body tossing to the side violently. Her vivid jade eyes peered to the left at her "kidnapper" and she narrowed them when she saw him popping open a can of beer with one hand, the other on the steering wheel loosely.
Instincts kicked in and she immediately leaned over and despite her height of 5'4'', her legs were long enough for her to throw one over to the pedals and she immediately stepped on the brake, making the car screech to a sudden and loud stop in the middle of the midnight. She inwardly thanked Kami that the roads were empty and lifeless, she didn't know what would've happened if there was a car in the next lane.
Sasuke immediately twitched and looked over at her like she was crazy, "What the hell are you doing, woman?" he asked her in a monotone yet loud voice, signaling that he was angry. Sakura just narrowed her eyes and glared him, scowling at him all the while before she took her leg up and over back to her own seat.
"Look; if there's one thing I hate—its drunk drivers. So you better keep your hands off that beer while you drive, or I'm just going to get off. I'm not going to die at twenty one, and if I do, I'll make sure to beat the shit out of you in hell." she stated swiftly before leaning back into her chair as if nothing had just happened. When he didn't budge, she groaned and turned to him, "Buddy, are you going to drive, or you want me to take over? You kidnapped me, offered to give me a ride home, and now you're acting like a moron. At least have some sympathy and just get me home, please. I'm sleepy, and I'm tired, and all I wanna do is going home."
It was silent for a couple seconds before he smirked at her. She looked at him suspiciously as she watched him roll down his window and throw the still full can of beer out into the street—there was a small sound where the can collided with the cement and she heard the faint sound of the beer sloshing in the can. He held his gaze with her before rolling up the window and leaning in close, she shivered inwardly and stood her ground, not moving back in fear despite her widened eyes.
"Hn…as fast as possible?" he gave her no room to answer before his feet hit the gas pedal again and the car immediately sped off into the dim light of the sky. Sakura screeched in surprise as she watched the speed meter go up in just mere seconds—she widened her eyes in horror, they were going at 140 MPH.
This was worst than any roller coaster she had ever been on.
One because well…there were no safety precautions.
Two…this was a man—a human being (capable of screwing over)—driving this car, not a machine.
And three, because somehow she missed the thrill of a stomach flipping drop on a coaster rather than this stomach tumbling speed ride that could kill her in mere seconds.
Dear Kami-sama…help me, please.
Her racing heart had finally managed to calm down a little as he had finally slowed down to a "considerable" speed of 40 MPH as they were approaching her apartment building soon. She took off the hand she held on her chest before letting out a long, deep, loud, and obvious sigh before she squeezed her hands together in a praying motion. "Thank you Kami-sama...thank you!" she uttered to herself before her eyes flickered to the left to look at her current partner in the car.
He calmly drove straight down the quiet street, heading towards the large sign that read Bella Terra Apartment Complexes. He just gave her a look of amusement as he watched her pray for a split second. This girl was too much for him to handle; he didn't want to speak more than just a sentence to her or he was afraid she would go on talking for the rest of the time in the car, and he would have gone nuts like how he did with the other chatty women that wanted to see that little buddy in his pants.
She was different though. And he was learning that quickly. "Your car goes from not moving at all to 60 MPH in less than three seconds, please tell me I'm dreaming but, are you driving a SSC Ultimate Aero?" she asked inquisitively as she looked out the window, into the side mirror outside to see the rear of the amazingly fast car.
He loved his car; that much she could tell. It looked like he gave it a carwash nearly everyday or if at worst, every week. The baby was nice and shiny, sleek and black as it looked when he probably first bought it. There were no marks on it, not even one scratch and she was impressed. He was an underground racer, yet his car was flawless; an obvious sign of his often victories. She ran a finger across the inside of the door and found not even one speck of dust on it, she blew her finger before looking at it; impressed.
Sasuke gave her a look of incredulity before turning right slowly and into the underground parking lot. He stopped at the gate right before the entrance and Sakura just leaned over smoothly to slide in her room card before taking it back out of the slot. The gate opened and she moved back onto her seat.
He inwardly mused about this. They'd known each other for just a couple minutes and already, they were comfortable nearly sitting on top of each other. Either she was just oblivious or shameless. And either he didn't care or he enjoyed it. He quickly brushed it off and tried to forget any trace of thinking about it.
He ran back to the question she had just asked him and he left unanswered before he spoke to her, "Aa. You know cars?" he inquired, interested slightly by her knowledge.
Sakura's eyes narrowed and dilated before they returned to their natural shade; all this went unnoticed by him. "I'd be surprised if I didn't. My dad was a mechanic for his crew of underground racers. My mom was an import model and spent the first ten years after she turned twenty one to be nearly like a prize in every race. It's only natural they'd give birth to a child that has some knowledge about motors, wouldn't you think?" she smiled bitterly unbeknownst to him as he parked the car in one try.
She opened the door and got out before he could speak another word. He saw the color tone in her eyes shift though, as she got out. Her just a minute ago bright jade eyes turned a dull shade of sorrow and reminisce. He brushed it off and harshly berated himself for wondering about such a stupid thing.
It was at 2:13 A.M.
The sirens were on the chase for the two crews that were facing off that night in the heart popping street race. The streets had been empty; but there was an inside job, and the secretive race had been discovered by the sirens. Every last bit of them had forgotten about the race and ran to their cars in frenzy, all wanting to escape and leave the city before they would get arrested.
Then… the minute hand of the clock had flashed and a minute later—
Ayumu was shot.
"Get out of the car!"
"No! Get your own ride!"
"GET OFF THE FUCKING CAR!"
"This is MY car! I have a wife and kid at home!"
"That's lovely—GET OUT!"
"I'LL SHOOT YOUR ASS OFF!"
Sakura sighed as the golden colored doors of the elevator slid open and she walked out first, waiting for him to follow her before she led him to the door of her apartment at the corner of the left hallway. She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow as she got out her keys, "Am I supposed to invite you in for tea after you kidnapping me as thanks?" she was being sarcastic—and just to tick her off, he gave a charming smirk.
"Why not?" he answered back, sarcasm dripping equally off his sentence. She sneered and stuck her tongue out childishly before slamming the door open and crossed her arms as he entered and closed the door behind him. He gave her a sarcastic look, "What? Aren't you going to go get me tea?" he referred back to her earlier offer.
She furrowed her eyebrows before turning in a flash and nearly marched to where he assumed her kitchen was. He noted the fancy designing of her apartment and wasn't surprised. Bella Terra Apartments Complex was probably the most expensive apartment complex in Konoha. The walls of her home were a dark shade of chocolate brown with orange lining. Her lights had orange and white coverings that shone off golden colored lights. Fancy indeed.
The color theme reminded him of autumn.
She looked like a complete spring to him.
(Pink, green…really, you think so too.)
He took note of the flawless grand piano at the back of her apartment, right in front of the tall, glass windows overlooking the city. The white curtains that were equally as tall were drawn back to let in the light of the moon shine upon the piano. He blinked before looking at her in the kitchen, brewing the tea. (She really made him tea?) He walked to the kitchen and stopped in front of the island and took a seat on one of the black stools.
"You play piano?"
She noticeably jumped in surprise at the sound of his voice and swiftly turned around to glare at him before turning back around to continue on with her job. She remained silent, letting the air thicken before she let out a sigh and shook her head. "No…my dad did. He passed it onto me as a present, hoping I would learn how to play but…I'm not really a musician," she let out a soft sorrowful chuckle before turning silent again.
"…Where is he?"
She stiffened and Sasuke's eyes narrowed, taking notice of her tense form.
She turned around abruptly and set a tea pot onto the island along with a cup and pushed it towards him. She smiled—something she wouldn't do unless she were trying to change the subject.
"Here's your tea!"
He regretted all of this—taking her into his car—going into her home—meeting her. This was just pure trouble, he knew it was.
"You don't have a place to stay…do you?" she asked him as she sat in the stool next to him at the island. He picked up the cup of tea and registered it was green tea before drinking it slowly. She didn't watch him, she fixed her gaze on a picture hanging onto her steel fridge by a magnet. He followed her gaze and looked at the picture.
It was her…and a man he presumed to be her dad. She looked barely a year old—but he knew it was her, pink hair and all. Her dad had the same pair of jade eyes he did but his hair was a light blonde color, he oddly reminded Sasuke of his annoying blonde friend.
He turned his gaze back to her to find her staring intently at him, her stare blank and he immediately knew she had caught him staring at that picture. Her gaze was warning, inwardly pleading him not to discuss about family.
He didn't intend to.
"Hn…" he replied to her previous question.
She took it as a no—knew it was a no and sighed. "You are just trouble for me," he inwardly snorted. She read his mind. "But because I'm a nice person, who was brought up with manners and a kind outlook on life," he wanted to snort loud and clear for her to see how wrong she was, "and so I'll let you stay. How long until you leave?"
He didn't ask for her help—hadn't even planned on asking on her help, didn't want to live with her, but now that she mentioned it, she was the only person he could turn to for a hideout place until it was safe for him to leave.
"…Until the dobe tells me it's safe to go out again,"
Sakura blinked before smiling slightly, "You mean that blonde guy from earlier? That annoyingly rude and loud dumbass?" her hand twitched as she remembered the blonde's earlier words and innuendos.
Sasuke just smirked and continued drinking his tea. Sakura sighed, "Well it's no use then… I have a spare room anyway. BUT!" she narrowed her eyes, "If I catch you sneaking around, trying to peep on me, or rape me in any way, or even if I have a sense you're going to rape me, I'm going to KICK you out. LITERALLY." she glared at him until he couldn't hold back and let out a smooth chuckle.
He smirked at her, "Of course."
Trouble was part of life—he'd get over it.
Sakura sighed and puffed her cheeks before looking away.
Trouble was a common thing—she would get used to it.
That's what they thought.
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