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The problem with any idea, no matter how small, trivial or completely without merit, is that, the more it gets thrown around in mirth, the more it seems to become an annoyingly feasible concept which some unknowing person would get drawn into completing. This is exactly what Sakura was thinking as she stared in disbelief at her Hokage, hoping that what she had just heard was a joke, or even better, merely a misheard instruction.
"You want me to do what?" Sakura asked; her emerald eyes wide.
Tsunade cleared her throat uncomfortably. She looked sideways at the smug elders, they knew they had her backed into a corner. "You heard me." She stated calmly.
Sakura mouthed a few incomprehensible sentences before shaking her head and closing her eyes. "But," she tilted her head to the side in confusion. "He's dead, by my hand."
Tsunade pasted a cheesy smile on her face. "Yes, well." She mumbled, "Apparently not."
Sakura wiped her hand across her eyes in a gesture of frustration mingled with chagrin. "And, I have to do what?" she asked again.
"To put it plainly, seduce him, and sedate him. Then he should be transported to Konoha for interrogation." Tsunade told her, the smile gone, and her lips forming a thin line. "This was your idea in the first place, Sakura." She reminded the Kunoichi.
"Yes, I know." Sakura agreed, "But, why him?"
Tsunade sighed, "Because he would not react to other Kunoichi. You have defeated him; he knows you are his equal in strength and cunning."
"And that would make him want me, why?" Sakura asked blandly, her eyes still fixed on Tsunade's face.
"Because, he will respect you, and so, want you." Tsunade explained. "I do not claim to know the mind of an S-Class criminal, but this is one thing, that I have learned over the years."
"What makes you so sure?" Sakura shook her head. "His pride has taken a severe beating. I wouldn't be surprised if he just killed me on the spot."
"This is a risk we have to take. It is also another reason you have been chosen for the job, I know you would be able to hold your own against him, should this occur."
Sakura sighed in defeat, no matter what the down side was, she knew that her master was bound to win either way. "Very well," she agreed. "When do I leave?"
"As soon as possible, you are dismissed."
"I sure hope this works." Sakura muttered under her breath as she left the Hokage tower. Sure, she would be able to hold her own if a fight broke out, but… If something other than physical combat ensued, Sakura wasn't sure what would happen. Usually, missions like this when to more beautiful Kunoichis, Like Ino, or even Kurenai. This wasn't her first, nor would it be her last, but the thought of seducing an S-classed criminal who you thought you had killed was slightly unnerving.
What does he look like?
Sakura sighed, 'What does it matter?'
Well, if he's hot, then this will be so much more fun!
Sakura frowned at herself, over the years, she had gotten used to having conversations with herself that she couldn't explain. 'Well, if you don't remember, then how could I?'
Is he hot?
Sakura sighed as her inner completely ignored her. 'I don't remember.' She rolled her eyes as her inner sniffed and retreated to a back corner of her mind. Glad to have her thoughts to herself again, Sakura pondered on her situation as she gathered everything she would need for her mission.
Sakura sat in the bar. So far there had been no activity on the criminal front; they didn't even seem to know she was there. She tapped her fingers in annoyance and ordered another Sake' from the bartender. She knew she had to give it time, she couldn't be the one who made the first approach, or suspicions would arise, and her mission would be a failure.
The blonde haired man gazed about the bar with a bored expression on his face. "There's nothing going on tonight." He complained to his silent partner. It was then that he noticed the direction of his partner's silent stare. "Oh." He said comprehending. "Got your eye on one, have you, Danna?"
Deidara looked over at the pink haired woman at the bar. Whilst seeming vaguely familiar, he was looking her over with an interested eye.
"Are you going to have a go?" he asked his companion. Sasori turned to him, looking at him expressionlessly. Deidara looked back over at the girl. "Are you interested?" he asked, jerking his head towards the woman. Sasori just glared at him for a few seconds before turning his gaze back to the woman.
"No?" Deidara grinned. "Good. I'm going to have a go." Before his partner could stop him he had pushed himself to his feet and was stalking over to the woman. Sasori watched the exchange with a glimmer in his eye.
Sakura turned as an arm was placed around her shoulders. She looked up into the handsome, if not slightly feminine face of the criminal Deidara.
"What are you doing out here on your own?" He asked her sitting down by her side, his arm still slung over her shoulders.
"Having a drink," she replied, holding up her Sake', "and drowning my sorrows."
"Aw," Deidara tilted his head to the side. "Now what sort of sorrows would a pretty little thing like you have?" he asked, tapping her on the nose. Sakura scrunched up her nose in a flirtatious manner, giggling cutely.
"Not so much sorrows," she answered, "as problems." She looked up at him and leaned into his side. "And I would prefer not to discuss it, seeing as the point of tonight was so that I could just forget it all."
Deidara shrugged. "Hey, it's your choice." He signaled with his hand for the bartender. "Let me buy you another drink." He told her, gesturing towards her empty glass.
Sakura nodded, "Sure."
As soon as they had received their drinks, however Deidara stood. "Nature calls." He told her. "I'll be back though, so don't you worry."
Sakura laughed and shook her head. "I'll try not to." She told him.
Sakura sighed and closed her eyes. When she opened them again she found a tall man leaning against the bar at her side. "Can I help you?" she asked him politely.
"I know who you are." The man replied in a deep velvety voice.
Sakura smirked. "And I know who you are." She replied. "So we're even."
Sasori looked at her. "No we are not." He told her grimly. "Why are you here?"
Sakura then openly laughed. "I'm not here to kill you, if that's what you think." She turned her head slightly to look at him properly. "I'm just trying to drink in peace."
"And 'drown your sorrows'?" he asked, quoting her earlier conversation.
Sakura laughed humorlessly. "Oh, you heard that?" with a nod from him she continued. "Well, there you have it. I'm here because I need to forget, at least for a short while."
Sakura gave him an incredulous look. "I hardly think you need, nor want, to know." She told him with a raised eyebrow. "Why don't you just attach me and be done with it?" she asked. "I couldn't blame you for wanting to kill me, anyway."
Sasori sat on the barstool that Deidara had vacated and looked at her with unguarded interest. "You defeated me once, it is but the way of the ninja." He stated calmly. "Tell me."
Sakura looked down at her drink. "Despite what you think, I am not a little Kunoichi who has no desire greater than to do my village's will." She said dryly, tracing a finger around the rim of her glass. Sasori watched its progress, cocking his head to the side slightly. "More so, recently, I have been questioning the ethics of my… Village…." She trailed off.
Sasori noticed her distant look, and despite his usual reserve, prodded her shoulder with his forefinger. With the unexpected physical contact Sakura jumped back to reality. She was finding this seduction thing more difficult than she had thought it would be, especially because she had to act as herself. She looked across at Sasori, her eyes dull and lifeless. "I'm sorry." She said softly. "I would prefer not to speak about it."
Sasori only nodded once and looked away from her. Her story seemed true, even despite the normal Kunoichi's acting skills. "You are telling the truth," he stated.
Sakura winced at his words. Her story was truer than she would like to admit, even to herself. "I just want to…. Forget…" She mumbled. She swayed in her seat as she gave the impression that the Sake' was affecting her more than it actually was. Sasori glanced sideways at his intoxicated companion.
"You are drunk." He observed.
"Yes." Sakura agreed with a grimace, turning to him. "What is your point?"
Sasori jumped as her fingers intertwined with his. He wrenched his hand away and leaned away from her slightly.
"You don't like me, do you?" she asked, slurring her words slightly. She sighed dramatically.
"No- I-." Sasori stopped when he realized that he was trying to pander to a drunken woman; the woman who had nearly killed him of all people.
"Its okay," she told him, placing what she appeared to think was a comforting hand on his forearm. "No one else likes me very much, either." She tilted her head to the side, nearly falling off of her stool in the process. Sasori shook his head and steadied her with his hand on her upper arm. "I don't think that Naruto even likes me any more." She observed sadly. "Sasuke never, liked me, neither did Sai, actually."
"Uchiha Sasuke?" Sasori asked.
"Yeah," she sighed wistfully. "I used to be obsessed with him. That was before he nearly killed me, and came back to Konoha as like some, major asshole."
Sasori turned her to face him, now having to hold her other arm to prevent her from falling off of the chair.
She laughed ironically. "And they thought they were isolated." She rolled her eyes and looked back at him. "I don't think I've ever had a real friend, and they talk about being alone." She shook her head. "Well, at least now they're alone together. And I still have no one." She sighed. "Would you like to be my friend, Sasori?" she asked him, clutching at his shoulders. He could see tears forming in her bright emerald eyes, though why it bothered him, he did not know. "Please? She pleaded.
He sighed. "Of course." He mumbled. He instantly regretted his decision as she threw her arms around his shoulders.
"I love you, Sasori," she whispered before she fainted. He pushed her deadweight back from his torso and hefted her over his shoulder.
"The ramblings of a drunk." He stated darkly, glaring at the smug looking Deidara before him.
"Of course, Sasori no Danna," Deidara agreed; an annoying twinkle in his eye.
Sasori glanced around the bar, no one seemed to be paying them the slightest amount of attention. Deidara picked up the Kunoichi from the bar, where Sasori had set her down a few seconds earlier.
"What are you doing? Sasori asked him suspiciously. "Put her down."
Deidara smirked. "You're going to have to take her with you, Danna." He told the disbelieving puppet master. "You're her new 'friend', remember?"
Sasori turned away from the blonde man and walked from the bar. Deidara took this as an affirmative action and followed, shifting the Kunoichi until she was hanging limply over his shoulder.
"So, I can keep her, then?" Deidara asked him, grinning gleefully.
Sasori took off into the trees, leaving a very elated Deidara to follow him. Deidara only smirked and followed his Danna, very happy with himself.