Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Akatsuki gang ❯ chapter 1 ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 1


Sakura shivered as she walked outside her front door. She was heading to Ino's place tying to make it on time to the meeting, to be late would make a very bad impression she was sure. She wasn't as nervous as she should have been, but it wasn't like it would be a big thing…they would just let her in.

Or so she thought.

She knocked on Ino's front door and the door opened almost immediately. Ino greeted her with a hug and pulled her inside looking at her form. “Nice dress Sakura!” she praised, “thanks, you look good too Ino”.


Ino grinned at her and gave a quick twirl. She was wearing a blue A frame dress that was caught just below her breasts with a black silk ribbon and continued down to mid thigh, the light silky texture fully hugging her curves and accentuating her mature body and breasts, which Sakura had to grudgingly admit were bigger then hers. She had a feeling that dress would just hang off of her tall lithe form and wouldn't look nearly as good, fortunately the blue was amazing with Ino's eyes almost making them seem to glow electric blue.

Sakura was wearing a pink dress -which went with her hair color-, it went down to her ankles and swayed and brushed the floor as she walked around the room, drawing attention to her long legs and full curvy hips.


`Hinata and Tenten are meeting us at the club with the guys' Ino commented quickly grabbing her bag and keys. “Sakura, there going to have to test you on your loyalty you know,” Ino said suddenly becoming serious an expression of concern clearly showing in her eyes.


Sakura studied Ino's face, she hadn't seen her so serious in a long time, “I know what I'm getting myself into, Ino-pig!” she grinned at her friends now scowling face, “Shut up forehead girl!” they cracked up laughing and quickly walked out Ino's front door and to her beautiful new black BMW That her boy friend had bought recently for her so called “good behavior”. This amused Sakura because every time Ino spoke of it she broke out in a wide grin and couldn't stop giggling. Making Sakura wonder just what kind of “good behavior” Ino and her boyfriend had been practicing>


They pulled up at the entrance of the club; the queued line went all the way down the road and around the corner, Ino walked to the front door and whispered something to the bouncer while Sakura looked around her, surveying her surroundings. The front of the nightclub was not much to look at but the loud strains of late swing music could be heard all the way across the street tempting people to come in and try their steps on the dance floor.


Ino pulled Sakura's arm and they walked through the doors and down the stairs hearing the muttered curses and shouts of annoyance of from the crowd outside them being let in. One girl in particular was very loud and Ino turned to her and grinned.
“Sorry Hun, I guess you just don't know the right people,” she remarked to the strange girl, and blowing a kiss to the young woman's awkward looking date and grabbing Sakura again, sauntered into the club exaggerating the movement of her hips for the appreciative audience.


Ino swayed a little to the upbeat song, still dragging Sakura to where everyone was sitting. She smiled at Shikamaru and sat down next to him gesturing for Sakura to sit next to her.


`Everyone this is Sakura, she, hopefully will be the newest member for Akatsuki!' Ino said gleefully. Everyone said a simple `hi' or nodded at her, she looked around trying to hide her agitation where was Itachi anyway?


Sasuke answered as if reading her mind, “Itachi will be here in a couple of minutes, he had some things to sort out,” she was startled by his cold tone and the bitterness that floated into his voice when saying Itachi's name, this was after all his brother right? But then again the report on them had said they had more then a bit of tension between them.

One of the young men at the table who from her report Sakura knew to be Neji Hyuuga, set his glass down forcibly and started to wave over a young curvy waitress passing by with a full tray. Although she looked busy she also looked unwilling to pass by such important guests and risk the anger of her boss, handing her tray over to another harassed looking waitress she hurried over to their table.
They ordered more drinks, Sakura really didn't know what to order she spent most of her time at work and hadn't really been out to a club or on a date in three years and found herself drawing a blank when the cocktail waitress looker her way. Fortunately Ino took pity on her and ordered her a hummingbird.


Sakura took a sip of her drink and gulped down some more, it tasted like a peach covered in sugar, she had always had a sweet tooth… “Hey Sakura take it easy, that drink would make the toughest of men melt into a puddle!” Ino said giggling at her friends innocent actions.



She blushed as everyone looked at her in amusement, suddenly they all turned their heads to the right, and she knitted her eyebrows together in confusion and moved her head to look.

Her jaw dropped.

He was the definition of mysterious sexuality, long dark hair tied back into a simple pony tail and bangs falling into his red eyes, so intense and piercing you could get lost in them, an arrogant smirk plastered over his smooth looking lips, pale skin and a lean compact body muscular body made for sinuous graceful movement. He was wearing a study in black with just enough white to contrast the beautiful shape of his body with black suede shoes, creased tailored pants and jacket fitted perfectly to his frame, the only change an expensive white silk shirt, the collar pulled up high to frame his face. The beautiful material of that shirt just begged to be touched and would be like smooth water running through your fingers; it was so thin you could probably feel every texture of skin on his chest right through the fabric.


Her face went red a blush straining the capillaries of her face to full capacity, wow and she had thought Sasuke was good looking!? He strutted over and sat at the far end of the table from her. Looking at her all the while he gracefully leaned over and whispered something in Shikamaru's ear.



Shikamaru nodded his head once and came over to her, she did well to hide the shaking over her hands and took a minute struggling to remember why she was here in the first place.


”Oi! New girl He wants you to sit next to him, he would like to talk to you,” he said like the words coming from his mouth was more then any person should have to trouble themselves with. She only nodded in thanks giving a quick glance to Ino before she went to take the chair next to him.


As she sat down she gave him a shy smile but he only stared back at her with flat emotionless eyes, scrutinizing her every movement and facial expression she felt he could even tell if she was wearing underwear and even what color they were, god she hated it when people did that she had never appreciated the feeling of being undressed in a crowded room by someone's eyes. She stilled her hand that begged to slap him around his pretty face and put on a smile for the show attempting to hide the blush that was coming to her face either from embarrassment or anger or hell probably a mix of the two which just pissed her off more.

”What's your name?” he asked his voice a husky whisper making her lean forward and strain towards the sound of his voice, she realized this made it seem she was hanging on his every word and almost forced her to pay attention only to him and no one else. Once she realized this she had a hard time maintaining her composure which grew even harder as his musky seductive scent washed over her in waves. She started to feel a deep pull in her lower belly and decided that his smell must not agree very well with her, Sakura didn't have enough experience with sex to be able to tell the difference between passion and nausea.


”Haruno Sakura,” she answered politely, silently patting herself on the back for not stuttering. “And why do you want to join Akatsuki?” he questioned not even bothering to look at her which only made hearing what he said even harder.


She huffed in annoyance at his disrespect, and her mind went into overdrive, what had the paper said!? Why did she want to join Akatsuki? Shit! She thought.


And then it suddenly clicked in her head, “I want to join because you are the deadliest group in Konoha correct? My brother is being held prisoner by an organization called cobra, the leader- ”

”Orochimaru,” Itachi rudely interrupted, she frowned how could he know that?

“He used to be apart of Akatsuki, but left because I became stronger than him,” he replied to the unasked question in her eyes almost seeming to be musing to himself on the implications of this new piece of information.


”I see,” she muttered,

“Well then, you will have to go through a trial to join, and I'm not going to make it easy on you.” he murmured finally looking at her to her delight. She nodded eagerly her hair swaying with the quick movements of her head and catching the low lights from the bar.
“I'll do anything,” she excitedly said; he only smirked at her and nodded again looking away from her.


`”what can you do?” he asked,
“I'm a medic-nin trained under Tsunade-sama, I can do summoning no jutsu, Tsunade-sama taught me how to kill someone with medic training and I can kill Ino with one punch,” she said smirking to herself at the wide eyed looks she got from most of the people there.


He chuckled and she felt someone roughly grab her arm, she looked at the hand then at the face, which was filled with excited innocence. `You know Tsunade-baa-chan?' he loudly voiced.

She nodded and he laughed loudly “I was trained under ero-sennin! Baa-Chan's friend, Jiraiya,” her eyes widened with appreciation this guy had trained under the great Jiraiya? She had only seen him once and that was in a battle with Orochimaru.


Before she could answer Ino was dragging her on the dance floor and making her dance, she let her muscles relax as much as she could while staying on guard, letting the song drown out every other thought but moving to the quick beat of the dance.