Disclaimer: Naruto and all related characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Warning: Strong mature and sexual contents ahead. You have been warned.

Note: As you read further into the story and begin to understand what it is actually about, I know some of you will probably damn this to hell and close the window. I'll just say that: THIS ISN'T YOUR EVERYDAY KIND. This isn't certainly based on You-Know-What. I take pride in my originality, so, if you fell like it, give it a chance?

Seducing My Killer

Chapter 1: Mother's Blood

Sasuke wiped the blood that trailed down the corner of his mouth. Then he wiped her tears, smearing red against her pale white face.

"Why?" she whispered, voice trembling with pains of betrayal.

He smiled darkly, his eyes glowing crimson. "Because you are the only one…."

[An hour to midnight, Icha-Icha Paradise Bar]

Sakura shifted uneasily in her seat again. She had lost count to how many times she had done it that night. The tavern was packed and dimly lit. Tables were scattered around the room, packed with men talking and laughing drunkenly among themselves. The bar, like always, was occupied with less enthusiastic patrons who sipped their drinks in silent.

Still, quiet or loud, drunk or sober, Sakura could feel the bold stares along the length of her pale thighs, crossed restlessly underneath her seat, or the curve of her rump, planted on the hard wooden stool. The more informed ones, however, did nothing but occasionally stole nervous glances to where she was sitting at the corner of the room. The hostility (or the hungry stares) was understandable. She was new in town, or more accurately, it has been a very long time since she had visited the place. It was completely normal the people had forgotten her face.

However, those were not the reasons why she was feeling annoyed. Leaning closer over the table towards her companion, a silver haired man sitting in front of her, she hissed irritably, "He's doing it again!"

The man, who had his nose buried in an orange-book-with-a-suspicious-title, barely raised his eyes from the pages; although the upturned lift of his silver eyebrows made it clear that he was amused by her restlessness. He met her piercing glare calmly for a moment before returning to his book. "Who?" he asked leisurely.

"Your bartender," Sakura huffed. Her sea green eyes flickered dangerously in annoyance.

Curious, the man's jet black eyes traveled towards the bar across the room to find one of his bartenders, a spiky raven-haired young man, staring unwaveringly at them. More specifically, the boy was staring at his pink-haired guest. "Ah, yes," the man nodded in acknowledgment, "That is Sasuke."

Sakura grumbled. She slumped more towards the table, crossing her arms. "As the owner of this bar, Kakashi, you should tell him that it's rude to stare openly at your customers."

"Sasuke is well trained," Kakashi gently told the pink head. "This is the first time I see him doing this, actually."

"Well, tell him to stop," Sakura berated, still in a bad mood. "He's glaring at me like I have murdered his family or something. Since. I. Arrived." the rosetted hissed the last few words to emphasize her frustration.

"He has?" Kakashi put down his orange book on the table, giving his full attention to their conversation. The bar owner observed his employee for a while. The boy was now pouring a glass of vodka for a white haired customer. Kabuto, the supplier, Kakashi recognized the silent patron.

He turned his attention back to the girl in front of him. "Well, Sakura," he began, "I assure you that the staring is out of character, especially for Sasuke."

Sakura's eyes wandered back towards the bar but quickly look away after meeting gaze with the bartender. "Is he a... you know?" she asked the man with low whisper, as if she was about to reveal a secret.

Kakashi shook his head, "No, he's normal, like me."

"Then, nothing should have caused him to be interested in me."

Again, the bar owner lifted one of his eyebrow. "Sakura, you have pink hair."

"Fuck you," the girl glowered, her green eyes flashing another feral glint.

The man just replied with a short mirthful laugh.

Uchiha Sasuke was highly confident on his ability to judge people; such was a skill he picked up by observing the night society in Kakashi's bar for three years. With just one look, he could differ between the boastful drunkards, the silent brooder, the greedy housewives, the drug dealers, the mobs, and of course... the unspeakables.

That was why, when she walked into the bar that night, he was annoyed that he could not place her into any of his categories. The air around her was different than any other. It was like she was not from this world. Heck, she had pink hair. Of course, she could've dyed them, despite how soft and silky they appeared to be.

No, you're wrong. He did not fall in love with her at the first sight. Sasuke didn't believe in love. He was merely making a conclusion based on an objective observation. And for the record, he was not thinking about the short Chinese dress (blood red, his favorite color) that seemed to hug her curves in all the right places.

Despite all that, Sasuke would not deny that he was staring, with a degree of intensity that would make anyone feel uncomfortable. He knew the girl noticed his stare. Every time she squirmed uncomfortably on her seat, he resisted a smirk.

"Vodka, straight," requested a silver haired man who had just sat in front of him.

The young Uchiha expertly poured a shot of vodka for the customer and handed the glass. His jet black eyes kept the petite pink haired girl at the far end of the room within his sights.

"Busy night, Sasuke-kun?" asked the patron pleasantly, completely unbaffled with the bartender's lack of attention.

"Kabuto," Sasuke grunted the man's name in acknowledgment.

Kabuto lifted his glass slightly in a 'cheers' gesture before downing the silver liquid in one shot. "You got quite a taste, I must say," said he with a wink, "I see you have your eye on the princess all night."

"Princess?" Sasuke inquired, his eyes going back to the girl. Women who worked in host clubs were given nicknames to protect their real identity, but Sasuke knew that this particular one had nothing to do with the girl's job. The aquatic green of her eyes met his onyx for a second before she quickly looked away. The young Uchiha finally smirked; that was their first eye contact.

"That's right," replied Kabuto, wiggling his glass to request another round of drinks. "The Princess, actually. She is the one and only candidate for the throne, but she ran away before her coronation."

Sasuke paused in his pouring gesture before quickly resuming. "Is that the truth?" the low tenor of his voice sounded controlled and impersonal, although inside he was starting to get interested.

Kabuto's smile was cold, "You offended me, Sasuke-kun. You truly don't trust me, do you?"

The young Uchiha shrugged. "It's the source that determines the value of information. Who told you?"

"Lord Orochimaru," replied Kabuto, pride in his voice even though the emotion was subtly shown. "His Excellency saw her when he came earlier to collect the usual supply, saying that she had not appeared in the society for a long time."

Sasuke was well informed about Orochimaru's status in the society. The man himself had personally told Sasuke, repeatedly. Of course Sasuke did not trust the man completely and had no desire of fulfilling the man's weird intention of adding the young Uchiha to the list of his many apprentice. However, if there was one thing that Orochimaru would never lie about, it was about his power. The snake-like man was one of the High Council, that itself is a blatant display of authority. If anyone could recognize a pure-blood, few as they were, Orochimaru would be the one.

"Hn," Sasuke hummed, his stoic mask unwavering as he poured another shot of vodka for Kabuto.

The white haired supplier shifted his glasses up his nose mysteriously, "You know what's more?"

"What?"

"Rumor has it; she is the only direct descendant of the Original Mother. Strong bloodline. The purest of them all."

Cold excitement slithered down Sasuke's spine. He fought the reaction to shudder. It's her. She is the one he needs.

"Hey lad!" shouted a drunken man a few seats down the bar. "Give me another 'Orgasm', will you?"

"I'm on it," Sasuke growled acidly. He grudgingly went to his station, hands already moving automatically, mixing many ingredients to make the cocktail – three years of shiftless job could do that to you. Within half a minute, he had handed the drink to the man.

When he looked back up towards the secluded table across the room, neither Kakashi nor the girl was there.

Shit.

Hatake Kakashi inherited the Icha-Icha Paradise Bar from his father, his father from his Grandfather, and so on. The bar has been part of Hatake Family for generations. It has been his playground when he was a little boy, and then became his own shop once he was old enough to take over the business. It was safe to say that Kakashi knew everything about the place.

However, the shop was merely the outer shell of his family business. There were secrets only known by a few selected people. Secrets kept from the majority of human society, well hidden behind the bar, the liquors, and the antique Viking-style interior.

A stone staircase underneath an ancient desk in the owner's quarters has been one of those secrets. That staircase was at least three hundred years old, leading to a meeting room that was seldom used nowadays, passed the time of the Great War. Kakashi rarely visited the room himself, he came only when he had special guests – one such as Haruno Sakura.

Kakashi locked the door behind him before turning towards his pink-haired guest that had settled herself comfortably on a Victorian armchair at the head of the long conference table. He smiled inwardly at her choice of seating. The Head Chair has always been hers, a pure blood princess.

The silver haired man chose to sit on the first chair perpendicular to hers. "So, Sakura, what brings you here? Not that I don't enjoy your rare visits."

The girl stopped observing the painted ceiling and turned her ethereal green eyes to meet his black ones. "Your grandfather would not appreciate that you've neglected taking care of his precious ceilings, Kakashi," she teased. "He was very proud of it," she added.

The man chuckled, "A gift from the previous Mother, I know."

"It looked like it hasn't been cleaned since the last time I was here. How long ago was it? Ten years?"

"Twelve," Kakashi corrected. "I was fifteen."

"Seems not so long ago," the rosette shrugged. "You were much cuter."

"And you haven't changed since then, not even a little. Still young, but not sexy at all."

Sakura smiled, the first time that day. "I take it back, I forgot that witty mouth of yours. You didn't like me much back then, right? What changed?"

"Humans change opinions quite often as they grow older," replied Kakashi vaguely.

"Yes, it seems they do," the girl replied, a hint of sadness in her voice.

"So," Kakashi cleared his throat, dispelling the solemn mood. "What brings you here?"

"The usual; I need a place to stay, and a fake ID to go along with it. Your family is still the best at it, is it not?"

"Of course," Kakashi gave her his signature crinkle-eyed harmless smile. "How long would you be staying in town?"

"Depends, but I expect a few weeks. A month, at tops."

"Are you hunting?" Kakashi asked with a very subtle hint of concern.

The girl nodded glumly. "I'm sure you've heard of the cases in the neighboring town. The culprit has run away by the time I got there."

"So he's here now?" Kakashi frowned. "That can't be good."

"I'm afraid so," Sakura nodded again.

"Should I warn the Council?"

The girl made a distasteful sound. "They already know," she frowned disgustedly. "But you might want to inform the locals, tell them to be on watch. This one is pretty smart."

"Wouldn't it be better if you tell them yourself? They will obey you with no question asked."

Sakura gave him an annoyed look.

Kakashi chuckled softly, raising his hands as if he was giving up. "Alright, alright, I'll do what you ask, Princess."

"Don't call me that!" Sakura hissed, her eyes flaring dangerously. Then suddenly, a stabbing pain rammed through her body. "Ah!" she moaned agonizingly, falling back against the chair.

"Sakura!" Kakashi called to her. "What happened? Are you hurt?"

Sakura shook her head furiously. She was breathing heavily; one hand was holding her stomach while the other was gripping the armrest powerfully, her sharp nails digging into the ancient wood.

Kakashi observed her disapprovingly, "How long has it been since your last intake?"

"A while," she replied hoarsely, still panting.

The man nodded and rose to his feet. "There is a supplier up there in the bar. I know cold and preserved are not the best, but you desperately need some right now."

Sakura leaned back towards her chair, slumping slightly. The twitching had stopped, but she still looked sick. "Thank you."

"Anytime," said Kakashi before making his way towards the door. "You should take better care of yourself, Sakura. My father would worry if he was still alive."

"Indeed, he would," the rosette smiled, her green eyes hazed with pain and exhaustion.

Kakashi cleared his throat, trying to break from the uncomfortable silence, "I'll be back shortly. Don't move."

Sakura nodded and closed her eyes. From his point of view, Kakashi thought she looked like a fragile and malnourished child. He didn't know how long a pure blood can last without feeding, but normally, one would need at least a month of starvation to get to her state.

'Better get three bags, then,' the man thought as he left the room and closed the door with a soft click.

Sasuke had never thought there would be a day when he'll be so pleased to see his boss. Kakashi had returned to the shop, although the girl was nowhere to be seen. The silver haired man was making his way towards the bar with a worried look on his face, Sasuke noted curiously.

"Kabuto," called Kakashi when he came close.

The white-haired young man turned to the bar owner a little nervously, "Ah, Kakashi, I swear I am here only to deliver Lord Orochimaru's order."

It was no secret that Kakashi dislike Kabuto's illegal business. Kabuto was an unauthorized supplier, one that is not approved by the Council. Kakashi made it clear that if he caught Kabuto actively persuading the bar customers to buy his goods, he will kick him out. Therefore, Kabuto usually came only to deliver pre-ordered items.

"How many bags do you have with you right now?" asked Kakashi, ignoring the merchant's previous statement.

"None," Kabuto replied quickly, too quickly. "I have none with me," he repeated more steadily.

Realizing that he was being ignored, Sasuke decided to leave the two alone. He had no desire to get caught in their arguments. However, before he was completely out of ear shot, Kakashi's next sentence successfully caught his attention:

"I have no time for your lies. I need at least one right now."

Kabuto blinked once. Twice. His mouth opened and closed a few times. When he finally found his voice there was no mistaking for his shock, "But you're not a…."

Kakashi cut it short, "It's for my guest."

That had officially gotten Sasuke's complete interest; he moved closer to the pair. "Is it the girl who was with you earlier?" Sasuke asked when he was back in his previous position among the other two men.

Kakashi spared the young bartender an apprehensive look before turning back to Kabuto. "How many?" he asked for the second time.

"One," replied Kabuto. "I just have one O negative right now. A spare, you know, in case Lord Orochimaru wanted more…."

"Damn," Kakashi cursed. O negative was not what he was hoping for. "Where is it?"

Kabuto pointed a small cool box that sat on the bar stool next to him.

Kakashi pulled out a wallet from his back pocket, "How much?"

"3000 Yen," said Kabuto, now regaining some of his confidence.

"Don't joke with me," Kakashi glowered, "I'll pay according to the market price." He took out some bills and placed in the counter in front of the white haired supplier.

Kabuto frowned upon the amount of money that was given to him, "Now wait a minute, mine is undiluted and 100% pure."

"O negative is the most common and doesn't have a strong healing attribute, no matter how pure it is." Kakashi retorted.

Kabuto was not giving up, "AB positive are rare and only sold by the healers. You won't find one within a mile from here. Why would you need the healing properties anyway? Wait… is the Princess sick?"

Kakashi took out a few more bills and threw it on the table. "I'll pay your price if you keep your mouth shut about it. If I caught just one whisper, I'll make sure the Council finds you."

Kabuto gulped and nodded. He collected his payment quietly and scurried away from the bar, away from Kakashi's intimidating glare.

The bar owner shouldered the cool box before finally paying attention to the Uchiha. "Sasuke, I'm going out soon. If I'm not back before three, you can go ahead and close the shop."

The wheel in Sasuke's head was turning. This was his chance. It might even be his only chance. He need to play his cards right. "Actually, I have a better idea," he began cautiously. "Can I speak with you in private?"

Kakashi frowned, the apprehensive look was back. After studying the young bartender carefully for a few seconds, the man finally sighed and replied, "Fine, let's go to my office."

Sasuke wiped his hands with the nearest table cloth and untied his apron. He gave a nod to his fellow bartender, Temari, a clue that he was taking a break. The pigtailed dirty blonde girl nodded back and gave him a thumb up.

The young Uchiha followed his boss to the west part of the bar, through a dark wooden door (with 'Authorized Personnel Only' written at the front). They went down a narrow staircase into the basement part of the building, then entered the owner's office. He came in first while Kakashi stayed near the door to close and lock it.

"What is it, Sasuke?" asked Kakashi, still frowning.

Sasuke turned to the older man. "I'm AB positive."

Kakashi was caught off guard by his statement. The implication was clear enough for the man to understand what the young Uchiha was suggesting. "No," he replied sharply; frown deepening.

Sasuke leaned against the wall, crossing his arms before trying again with a cool tone, "Kabuto is right, Kakashi. You won't find a healer within a mile from here, moreover at this hour. You don't know how long it'll take you to find one. Could the girl wait until you're back?"

"I said no."

"According to their council's rules, direct feeding is legal as long as the donor is healthy and willing. I fulfill both requirements."

Kakashi narrowed his eyes at the bartender. "What is your intention, Sasuke?" he asked suspiciously. "You will never offer your blood at will, and you've been watching her ever since she entered the bar."

'Hn, busted,' Sasuke smiled, although it lacked humor. Trust Kakashi to sniff his true motive despite all the logical reasoning. "It seems that I can't hide anything from you lately," the young Uchiha noted with a hint of amusement.

Kakashi sighed and shook his head exasperatedly, "No, not when I've known you for three years."

"Fine," Sasuke grunted. "I have a favor only she can fulfill."

"What favor and why her?"

"What I need is private," Sasuke glared at his boss. He did not appreciate the older man butting into his business. "But only she can fulfill it because she is to be the next Mother."

Kakashi raised his brows in interest, "How are you so sure that she is the Princess?"

There were no questions about how Sasuke was sure that the girl would be able to fulfill his wish. There was only a very short list of the things that the Princess could not do. With her strong blood line, the rules of both worlds can be bent according to her will. It was common knowledge that she could heal the dying and make holes through a mountain with a flick of her fingertips if she desires it.

"Orochimaru of the High Council confirmed her identity earlier tonight," Sasuke informed stoically, as if the fact doesn't interested him. There was no need for Kakashi to know how crucial she was for his future plans.

"The answer is still no," Kakashi shook his head.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes, "You want her to get better soon, don't you?"

The silver haired man was silent for a while before he gave a long sigh. "I guess there's no hurt in trying."

Sasuke smirked in victory.

"Don't get your hopes up, though. Sakura had refused a direct feeding for a long time."

The Uchiha lowered his head to hide his dark smile, 'Sakura, eh?'

Sakura heard the door in the secret room opened with a soft click. She lifted her head that had been lying limply against the cushion of her chair to see the person who just came.

Kakashi entered the room, carrying a small cool box on his shoulder. Before he closed the door, he muttered something to someone behind him. He left the door unlocked this time, but the other person stayed outside the room.

The pink-haired girl looked at the man curiously, "Who's that at the door?"

The bar owner sighed, "Someone who said he had business with you."

Sakura could not guess who would be looking for her. That person behind the door must be from the other side, because he (or she) was unaffected by her command. She had disappeared from the society with a clear message of not wanting to be sought, and not even the Council had approached her since then, prevented by their natural law: disobedience to the Mother's will is a sin, and she is the one and only candidate.

"Does he know who I am?" she inquired. Her voice was light and tinted with slight apprehension. Somehow, she managed to make the question not to sound like a declaration of self-importance. Although there was still an air of authority etched in her tone.

"He does," replied Kakashi. He walked to the other side of the room where a row of glass cabinets lined the wall. He chose a wine glass, walked back to where she was sitting, and set the crystal goblet on the table in front of her. Settling the cool box he had been carrying on the floor, he opened its thick lid and took out a bag of dark red liquid.

Sakura eyed the bag of blood with a torn expression.

Kakashi noticed her dilemma but decided not to mind it. He took out a pocket knife and tore the upper edge of the bag before emptying the content into the glass. "Drink, Sakura. You need it."

The tremble in the girl's hand as she reached for the glass was almost unnoticeable. Kakashi only noticed due to his close proximity.

Sakura lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip of the thick metallic liquid. "Ah," she moaned, eyes clenching painfully.

"What's wrong?" Kakashi asked concernedly.

Sakura put the glass back on the table, the content barely reduced. "I can't. I'm sorry, after the troubles you had to do to get it for me."

"Why? Is it because it's cold? The Supplier assured me it's 100% pure and undiluted."

The girl shook her head. "I can taste the sorrow," she replied softly, almost a whimper. "That blood belongs to a little girl. She was very scared and miserable when it was taken from her."

Kakashi's eyes widen, before narrowing in disapproval, taking the glass away from the rosette. "No, I'm the one who's sorry. I didn't know your kind can sense the donor with just a taste of their blood."

Inside, the man promised to himself that was the last time he would let Kabuto come into his bar. He cursed Orochimaru, for having such a disgusting appetite.

"Some of the high-levels can," Sakura leaned back against the chair and closed her eyes; she looked even more tired than before. "The ability can be toned down so we can't sense them. But for the past few years, it seems there was a leak on my filter."

Kakashi nodded and did not ask for further explanation. "Tell me the truth, when was your last feeding?"

"I think three months ago. I was in Spain."

"Three months! Sakura, that's ridiculous!"

Sakura only gave a short dry laugh.

Kakashi sighed exasperatedly before standing up. "Your condition is even worse than I thought. I didn't think I'd be glad that I've decided to give Sasuke a chance."

Misty green eyes snapped open to look at him in shock. "Sasuke?"

Kakashi gave her a reassuring smile before speaking loudly, "You've heard us, Sasuke. You may enter."

Sakura turned abruptly towards the door. The black wooden lid slid open and revealed the lean and masculine frame of Kakashi's bartender. His empty black orbs looking straight at her, ebony hair framed either side of his pale handsome face.

Her heart skipped a beat. For a human, Sasuke has exceptional features that usually belong only to the people of her kind. Snapping out of the bewilderment, Sakura immediately turned back to Kakashi, a full-blown annoyance etched on her face. "Kakashi, why did you bring him here?"

Sasuke was the one who answered, "I propose a trade." He moved closer to the two other occupants in the room.

"Trade?" Sakura's brow lowered into a confused frown. "What is it that you want?" her voice flat and controlled with sovereignty, her green eyes pierced his form calculatingly.

Sasuke held her gaze equally; his face was still emotionless and stone cold. "I don't wish to share this conversation with anyone else," said the Uchiha.

Sakura nodded and turned to the other man, "Leave us, Kakashi."

"Will you be okay by yourself?" asked the silver-haired man.

"Yes," the girl gave him a reassuring smile.

"I'll go look for a healer and get some blood from her."

"Please," Sakura noded.

Kakashi nodded back. He informed her that he probably would not be back until three in the morning and gave a warning glare to Sasuke, before leaving the room quietly. The door was closed behind him. Almost instantly after he left, the room was enveloped with icy silence.

"So," Sakura began, breaking the awkward mood. "What is this trade you're proposing?"

"My blood," replied Sasuke, "for yours."

[To be Continued]