Summary: Hinata and Sakura are clothes designers, what happens when they don't meet the deadline when the Akatsuki is the client? And what is it about high school reunions and awkward situations?
Author's Note: I don't own Naruto or any of the Akatsuki ( T-T )
Chapter One: One Phone Call, and Rising Memories
It was a perfect Saturday for Hinata and Sakura, not only because they work at home and live in one of the fanciest houses in Suna, (where they moved to find peace from their home town of Konoha) but are very accomplished considering their young age of 20.
Yep, they graduated when they were 17 and both were accepted into a prestigious school for the arts, only three years later and they were two of the most recommended designers in all of Japan.
Sakura woke up first at 11:00 that morning to the ringing of the phone. So, after stretching, she reached over and picked up the phone where the message machine was picking up.
With a very bright, "Hello and good morning to you, this is Sakura Haruno of H&H Designs, how may I help you?", and a "Good morning to you too, un." Sakura's Saturday was just ruined.
All went to hell. A very stressed thank-you and painfully fake smile later; she was given seven orders that had a deadline of one week.
The order was for the Akatsuki, one gang of guys she wished she never met and knew. How she knew them was, one, they're celebrity actors, and two; they were juniors when Hinata and her were freshmen.
The gang was made up of seven considerably hot guys.
Consisting of, Hidan, the tough Jashinist with a bad language and a perverted mind.
Then there was Sasori, a very calm, collective one, that has very little/no patience whatsoever.
Next, she can recall was the one who she had just spoken with, known as Deidara. He was the self- proclaimed artist with an accent that Sakura would never say aloud as hot and attractive. Not to mention the golden hair and blue-gray eyes, he was practically a god.
Then again, she hated them all for being stuck-up and spoiled.
She also remembers Itachi, Zetsu, Kisame, and Tobi.
Itachi was stoic with pools of ink as eyes, long black hair, with a little brother who Sakura went to school with, Sasuke.
Zetsu, who is two colors, one side tanner than the other, with green hair.
Kisame being one step weirder than Zetsu with blue skin and blue hair. Not to mention his shark-like appearance makes him look like a deranged creature from Jaws.
But she's the one to talk about how people look. Hell, she has natural pink hair for crying out loud.
And lastly, there's Tobi, the weirdest of the group. Sakura could never figure out why but he's always wearing a queer orange mask with only one eye hole. Probably the most annoying too, speaking in third person all the time, but she has to admit it does kind of softens the gang's image a lot.
"Get up. Get up! Get Up!" Sakura screeched, causing a slightly shocked Hinata to grab the closest weapon, her alarm clock, thus conking Sakura over the abnormally large forehead.
"Owww, what the hell was that for?" Sakura asked/whined.
"Sorry! But, why did you have to wake me up for?" And so, after a huge ten minutes of explaining the orders and who they were from, they had to cook breakfast/lunch.
"But, I hate the Akatsuki…Why did they have to call us?"
"Because Hinata-chan, they want us to make them suits for a movie they're starring in. Supposedly gonna be showed in magazines too." stated Sakura.
"So maybe we can get some publicity out of this?" Hinata said as she munched on her cereal.
"Hmm, doubt it. People, as in girls and gays, mostly pay attention to them, visually raping them and all of their 'greatness.'" With that said, Sakura flipped her pancakes onto a plate and started pouring lots of syrup, knowing that she'll need it.
So with pancakes, cereal, and coffee pot in tow, they went down to their workplace/ basement to start sketching ideas.
For starters, they had no idea whatsoever about what their tastes in fashion were. As far as either Sakura or Hinata can remember were they were in a gang-like affiliation or something, called themselves the Akatsuki.
More so, neither of the two were very happy with the clients. In fact the very reason they moved was to rid of old classmates.
For one, the Akatsuki were always targeting them due to their lack of fangirlish habits.
Secondly, Sakura and Hinata's odd appearances made them stick out like a thumb smashed in a locker.
And lastly, their attitudes. Sakura is actually a very short tempered pinkette that is very protective over her friends, such as Hinata. Hinata on the other hand, loses all self-confidence when Sakura isn't there.
Sakura is what toughened Hinata into the outgoing pearl-eyed person she is today.
So without one around, the Akatsuki took advantage of their weaknesses, and lets just say their high school was a living breathing hellhouse.
But, continuing, twenty minutes had past and they were still shot of any ideas that may impress the now-famous actors, formally their bullies.
"Hey, Hina-chan. Do you think this'll fit their title?" holding out a sheet of paper to her companion and continuing, "They kinda portray the hippies back in the 70's with their diverse styles. Don't you think?"
Hinata was studying the sheet with her intense pale eyes while Sakura's vibrant emerald orbs glimmered with joy.
Mentally counting down in her head, Sakura waited for her friend to burst into laughter, which was a mere ten seconds later.
Hinata didn't know which was more hilarious, Deidara in pink with a hippy headband or Itachi wearing round sunglasses sporting a peace sign. Either way, Sakura never ceased to make her laugh.
So after about fifteen more minutes they had the picture framed and autographed to use in potential blackmail later on.
Thus, they were back to designing.
They decided that a box of stale glazed donuts must've made them either high or something because some of their doodles were a little off task.
Some examples other than the hippy pic could be Kisame in a scuba suit in an aquarium swimming with sharks (Hinata's), Sasori in a tight tuxedo holding a puppet and doing a puppet show at an old folks home (courtesy of Sakura), Hidan in a sweater-vest with a lab coat on with a beaker in his hand, or maybe Zetsu in a tanning bed with a man thong on, etc.
Whatever was in those donuts made Sakura and Hinata a bit off their rockers for a while.
After some time, they got frames for all of their art pieces and were hung above their work desks on the wall.
Back to the drawing board.
One hour later
"Hey, Hinata, the Akatsuki will be here in a while for the body measurements and comments to what they want." Sakura spoke oh-so enthusiastically.
"Okay." Hinata dryly replied.
"You know what Hinata? I never gave them our address….but oh well."
"Yay! They may get lost in this blistering desert-like heat and all drop dead!" Hinata cheered.
Just as she finished her little applauses the doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Sakura responded instantly.
Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring!
"I'm coming damn it! Quit your damn ringing. Sheesh, why is everyone such asses around here?" Sakura yelled/asked.
As she opened the door she came face-first with a very much muscled chest.
"Hey, un. I called this morning?" Deidara asked seeing as though she was in a tank top and PJ pants looking as if company was the last thing she suspected.
Deidara wasn't the only one to recognize this, Sasori and Itachi also caught on to her lack of professionalism.
"Um, yeah I remember. And uhh, welcome. Come on in before someone has a heat stroke." She invited.
With a "Hn," "Un," "thanks," two toothy grins, a "why the hell not?" and a "Okay!" later she had seven famous 23 year olds lounging about in Hinata's and hers living room.
Speaking of Hinata, she was appearing out of the kitchen after stashing away the dishes, to save a little bit of their expertise/reputation status. Alas, she was in pajamas too, though.
"Ohh, to hell with dignity and dressing all professionally. It's our damn house and I think cherry blossom and ying-yang PJ bottoms and tank tops are fashionable. So, you guys can quit your gawking, plus, keep perverted thoughts and comments to yourselves." And that got everyone's attention on her.
Starting to feel uneasy under all the eyes of celebrities and a surprised Hinata, she had to speak.
"Okay, umm….lets go choose designs and then we'll measure the lengths and shit." So, with that said they headed toward a giant walk-through room on the second floor that took form of a museum.
"Hey, un. Sakura, is this nice?" Surprised at the sudden question directed toward her, she turned around. Again coming face-to-chest with Deidara.
Quickly regaining her posture and stepping back a bit, she asked, "What do you got?"
"Un, this," Flashing a sheet of fabric in her face.
"How in hell does pinkish, bluish, greenish pinstripes have anything to do a movie character? Unless, you're some gay that likes the color pink with a hippy outlook on life!"
Suddenly noticing everyone's eyes were on her again, she admitted and almost asked in a whisper, "Did I say that out loud?"
To her bad luck she had. Plus, noticing all the stares she was receiving she was embarrassed and cracking under the invisible pressure, she quickly ran out of the room.
"I'm sorry!" she yelled while running, feeling utterly stupid for goofing up and questioning a client she ran toward her room which is on the third floor.
"Un? I guess she didn't like it. I was just going to say the pink matched her hair and she'd look good in it." Deidara's voice had hints of puzzled tones in it.
"Uhh….Sakura-chan was probably just embarrassed that she spoke her opinions aloud, that's all." Hinata tried to convince him that was the reason for her running out of the room.
"Why would she be embarrassed?" asked a very confused Deidara.
The rest of the gang was just lounging around again. Some unrolling the fabric roll and getting tangle (Tobi.) Others were sitting on chairs spread out, browsing the shelves, looking through various magazines having nothing to do with clothes at all.
While Hinata and Deidara were entering into a more awkward conversation about Sakura by every passing moment, Hinata's thinking, 'Why does he want to know so much about Sakura-chan. Geez, this is like some interrogation.'
"Hinata, un? Can I go talk to Sakura?"
Now that got all the guys attention. Why the hell would he want to go see Sakura? All of them were asking themselves.
Hinata replied, "Sure, Sakura's room is up the two flights of stairs, second to the last on the left."
"Un!" Deidara answered, and was out of the room in a flash.
'Wonder what's got him so riled up?' Sasori thought to himself.
After running and tripping several times up the stairs, Deidara finally made it up to Sakura's door.
Not wanting to burst in very randomly, he pushed his ear against the door. On the other side of the door he could hear Sakura gently mumbling something about high school and the...Akatsuki.
Then he couldn't make out what else she was saying, filling flooded by old memories and unsolved problems left behind after his graduation, he slung the door open….
Okay, sucky chapter.
Oh this has been rewritten a bit and more spaced out by the way!