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desencante · 4 years ago

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oi, march reads! I read a lot this month.

Please, don’t forget to leave a comment or kudos for the authors of these fics!

(The texts aren't the summary, just my ramble thoughts.)

Loving Cannibalism by glittering_git/@glittering-git (Mature, 2 works, 952 words) | Post-War, Angst, Established Relationship

Two marvellous and poetic histories about (loving) cannibalism. This is such a dark and heavy theme but the author does a great job writing and makes me enjoy reading them. (And I'm definitely here for more.)

(Please, read the Author's Tags.)

don’t say you love me, that’s extortion by LowerEastSide/@lower-east-side (Explicit, 1k) | Post-War, Angst, Fluff, Established Relationship

It is a domestic and loving and little sad history – about not saying 'I love you' but acting in that way.

The Pink Paradox by vina_writes/@dracothecupcake (Teen and Up, 1k) | Post-War, Humor, Auror Harry, Unspeakable Draco

Harry Potter Is Obsessed With Draco Malfoy TM. And Draco has pink hair. Have a fun time!

Harry's Promise by JosephineStone (Teen and Up, 2k) | Post-War, Angst, Reunion, Established Relationship

This one it's kind of part two of Circumpolar. The history continues the consequences of Draco's change, after the war – left me with a warm heart.

Burnt Casserole by Samunderthelights/@samunderthelights (General Audiences, 2k) | Post-War, Fluff, Established Relationship

Nervous Draco for Meeting Ron and Hermione. Getting back together and meeting your boyfriend's friends (who may hate you) showing them your (not) great cooking abilities.

Magical Homes, and Where to Find Them (in the arms of your lover) by Erebeus/@erebeus-roxy (General Audiences, 2k) | Post-War, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Who doesn't want some fluff established relationship sometimes? Harry has a painful case at work and then comes home to a calm and domestic night with his husband.

Together Like This by shealwaysreads/@shealwaysreads (Explicit, 3k) | Post-War, Getting Back Together

Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World TM. I find it so interesting reading stories where Draco denies Harry's love because of the war, and Harry is there to change his mind. Here we have that and it's written the super talented shealwaysreads.

For Old Times' Sake by thestarryknight/@the-starryknight (Teen and Up, 3k) | Post-War, Drugs, Potioneer Draco, Artist Harry

This one gives me such a cosy and domestic vibe. "'It's Complicated' is their relationship status" resume perfect what this fic is. (There're some cool references too, so pay attention.)

Like Gold by The_Sinking_Ship/@the-sinking-ship (Explicit, 4k) | Post-War, PWP

(It's always good to see.) Harry Has a Motorbike Just Like Sirius! Harry rides a motorbike and Draco rides him.

Harry and Draco's Little Talk by Ladderofyears (Teen and Up, 5k) | Post-War, Angst, Established Relationship, mpreg

Who doesn't hear 'I need to talk to you' by someone you like and run with? Harry thinks Draco will break up with him and freak (a little) out but maybe the subject of Draco's conversation is quite the opposite.

Sugar Sweet by The_Sinking_Ship/@the-sinking-ship (Teen and Up, 5k) | Post-War, Humor, Fluff, Auror Harry, Healer Draco

It is a very sweet story with a surprise party for Draco and Harry getting late but not so late.

Show them the night that they dreamed about before by fluxweed/@fluxweeed (Explicit, 6k) | Post-War, PWP, Threesome, Boss/Employee Relationship, Dubious Consent

(Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter/Percy Weasley)

All I have to say is: 😳😯🤫😈🔥🥵🔥🥵😈😏!

This Is How by bixgirl1/@bixgirl1 (Explicit, 6k) | Post-War, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, a/b/o

Omega Draco has an incident in the ministry Alpha Harry is there to help. After they fall in love! (One more reason to read: it's written by bixgirl1!)

It Never Occurred to Me That I Would Fall in Love With a Frenchman by lamerezouille/@elsalapizza (Teen and Up, 6k) | Post-War, Angst, Humor, Established Relationship

OMG, I never read something like this! The plot was so surprising – you will ever think about the Malfoys meeting the Dursleys? BOOM! Here it's a very awkward dinner that looks funny but has some depth stuff going on.

Litany by thistle_verse/@thistle-verse (Mature, 7k) | Post-War, Angst, Pandemic, Isolation, Touch-Starved, Ghost Draco

Ghost's story isn't my cup of tea, but I give this one a chance and don't regret it. The magic world is passing through a pandemic (just like us!), Harry is doing quarantine at home alone until ghost Draco, directly from Azkaban, shows up. Then, we have fluffy and sad conversations between the two and a turn of events in the end. (And lots of lists.)

As the Crow Flies by thestarryknight/@the-starryknight (Mature, 7k) | Post-War, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Animagus Draco, Werewolf Harry

Draco helps Harry on a full moon night. Domestic vibes with some angst. 10/10!

Circumpolar by LowerEastSide/@lower-east-side (Teen and Up, 8k) | Hogwarts Era, Angst, Sectumsempra Scars

I see an amazing fanart and spend some days obsessed with Draco having worse scars from Sectumsempra. (There's, in this list, another two fanfics with this concept.) In this one, because of the pretty bad scars Draco's plan about the war change – is interesting to imagine how one incident could put another thing in perspective for him. And Draco and Harry have a touching conversation on the Astronomy Tower! (I'm a sucker for long expressive conversations about feelings.)

if somebody’s there, then tell me who. by kryptidfox/@kryptidfoxwrites (Explicit, 11k) | Post-War, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Housemates

Much more like Idiots to Lovers! Draco has a disastrous way to make Harry notice him – bring every man possible to a one-night stand then call their name very loud – until things go wrong when he brings a guy named Harry. I constantly have a good time reading these two making dumb thing in their path to be together.

Commander by Cassiopeias_shadow/@cassiopeiasshadow (Explicit, 14k) | Post-War, Horror, Suspense, Drugs, Animagi, Auror Harry, Light dom/sub

Almost a case fic with dark things in the plot. Draco is addicted to potions and in a pretty bad place when he has a chance to help the auros in a big case. It turns out that Draco got so much involved with the case he needed Harry, to make him put his feet on the ground – the fine line between doing everything to make up for your past or lost yourself doing things for the great good. Featuring: Harry as a snake and parselmouth kink.

(Please, read the Author's tags.)

Fire and Wonder by Lomonaaeren (Mature, 15k) | Post-War, Dark-ish, Veela

Lomonaaeren written dark Harry, I'm here for! After the war, Harry get wing and has some controversial ideas about The Great Good. So, we see him put these ideas into practice with his mate Draco.

Hold what's dear in your hands (and never let go) by Fae_vorite/@faevorite-main-blog, PollyWeasley/@polly-weasley (Explicit, 16k) | Post-War, Arrange Marriage, a/b/o, mpreg

I was always here for some a/b/o and this story is a chef kiss! Harry can't find a partner; So he goes to an upgrade tinder and matches with Draco, then they live happily ever after. Featuring intersex Draco and a lot of sex kinks.

Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by aviforsrose (Explicit, 23k) | Post-War, Angst, Friends with Benefits, Light dom/sub

Idiots in love! The old same GOOD story: I love him but he loves me? Yes, of course! Man, you two have been pinning each other for years now. Let's do some love confessions.

The Critiquer by dysonrules (Explicit, 24k) | Post-War, Humor, Romance, Secret Identity

Drunk Harry doing dumb stuff with Seamus and Dean, take him a very funny drive to Draco's hearty. Draco and his assistant interactions was another very humorous part. Can't forget to congratulate who made all of the edits, principally the text divisors.

The Nobility of Ascent by Lomonaaeren (Explicit, 27k) | Post-War, Angst, Politics

I love reading Lomonaaeren stories with dark-ish Harry. This is another great example of just not the good or evil side. Harry can't Make a Better World because of pureblood politics so he goes to Draco for help.

Can I tell you something? by GallaPlacidia (Not Rated, 33k) | Post-War, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sectumsempra Scars, Drugs, Auror Harry, Burlesquedance Draco

What I can say about this one? It's by GallaPlacidia, go read! The story takes place during a few years, after the war, Harry collides in parties with a drugged Draco, things happen – they lived a very real journey of connecting with someone, learning to love and to be loved and understanding the mistakes of the past... 10/10!

Says The Magpie To The Morning (Sorrow, Take Your Own Advice) by Femme/@femmequixotic (Explicit, 33k) | Post-War, Angst, Getting Back Together

Draco Horrible Sad TM after a breakup with Harry. Featuring so much PDA by Pansy/Ron, angst, miscommunication, angst, sharing a house with your ex and angst. If you are up to a sad time before a happy ending this nice story is here.

Eight Days (to Save the World) by gnarf/@gnarf (Mature, 47k) | Post-War, Friend to Lovers, Housemates, Case Fic, Auror Harry, Unspeakable Draco

Shit happens in The Wizard World again so Harry, Draco and company get together to Save The World Again. What will you do if you receive an order not so right by your superior? A very interesting story begins with the ministry's haunted easy target to blame for the new conspiracy. Enjoy too Protective Harry.

Turning Leaves by Kbrick (Explicit, 112k) | Post-War, Angst, Fluff, Time Travel, Auror Harry, Unspeakable Draco

Draco Tries to Concert His Friendship With Harry by Time Travel. This gives me The Cursed Child vibe but so much better, Draco goes to several scenarios trying to change one important moment in the past to make Harry like-like now. A great story who think about what will happen if Draco acts differently in the Hogwarts years.

Cannot Save You Now by tigrelilje (Mature, 132k) | Hogwart Era, Angst, Horror, Dark, Vampire Harry

Harry dies and comes back (as a vampire) for revenge! If you want to see Harry hating almost everybody this fanfic this here. Featuring: Slytherin Harry.

#desencanterec #drarry fic rec #drarry #drarry fanfic #if there's a mistake or some link is broken please let me know #hpdm

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silverfootstepswrites · 7 years ago

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title Witness summary The more I know me, the more I hate her. pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

There was a tipping point each night. When a lull fell over everything. Like raindrops that froze in midair. The sudden silence that settled into the cracks of the moment.

Usually, that was sometime between 2 and 3 in the morning. When the sleepy drunks had stumbled their way home. The clubs had closed their doors, blinking lights gone black for the night. Just the lingering smells of fried food and cheap cologne lingering.

It was the worst part of the night, in her opinion.

Sakura opened her eyes. Itachi lay on his side, facing her. His hair tangling across his face. Raising her left hand, she snapped beside his ear. He didn’t stir. She sat up, tilting her head to the side as she watched his breathing. She grasped his hand, held it up over his face. When she dropped it, it smacked down against his cheek. He frowned a little but didn’t move.

She slid out of bed to get dressed.

Obito met her in Sumida. His mouth covered, scarf pulled up high around his face.

It had been hours since the last train had left. The station was completely deserted. Sakura settled on the opposite end of the bench from him, her hands deep in the pockets of her coat.

“I’m surprised you haven’t tried to run,” she remarked.

“I’m saving you the job of drowning me in the river, I guess,” replied Obito, staring straight ahead. His eyes blank. He slouched down in his seat, legs spread.

Sakura sent out a text. Obito blinked when a bright red dot appeared on his chest. He sighed. When he shifted a little, the light followed him.

“That really isn’t necessary,” he told her.

“Humor me,” she replied. She picked at some lint on the front of her coat. Chin tucked against his chest, Obito nodded.

“Was Madara telling me the truth?” Sakura questioned, “About everything, I mean. No half-truths?”

Obito crossed his legs. Uncrossed them.

“As far as I can tell, yeah.”

“Why was he poking around and trying to make deals behind the Uchiha-gumi’s back? And supporting Yakushi Kabuto?” she went on.

“Don’t you already know that?” Obito retorted.

Sakura raised her pointer finger, flicked it upward. The red dot followed. Landing directly on Obito’s mouth.

“Humor me,” she said one more time.

“He always hated the Fifth. Thought he should have been made head. He kept saying how he would stir shit up to make things more fun. I think he was just trying to start some trouble for everyone. He always said it was easiest to get his way when everyone was distracted,” Obito replied. When Sakura smirked, his eyes flickered over to her. Gaze lingering.

“Okay. Let’s talk Hong Kong. What’ve you learned during your time playing Red Eyes Chiu?” asked Sakura. Obito squinted, rubbing his hands together for warmth. He glanced over at Sakura, who didn’t seem the least bit cold.

“That you’re all rich as hell. But you, especially,” he snorted. This time, she met his gaze. She was still smiling.

“You might be even richer than the Dragon Head of the 24K. Which is ridiculous. Because that guy probably shits gold,” Obito added.

“Why did he leave you in Hong Kong for all those years?” Sakura then asked. She saw the way Obito’s lips twitched. Nostrils flaring.

“Because he could. And because he was a shit brother,” he grumbled. And then he looked over at her, “But he was my brother. And you killed him.” Obito’s eyes were icy as he glared at her. And Sakura’s answering stare was just as frigid.

“He didn’t want you threatening his position. He thought you might want to take over the Kobe-Uchiha’s,” Sakura realized. Obito said nothing.

Sakura huffed out a breath. Watching the white clouds spill from her lips. Dissipating in the air. She turned to him, lips curling upwards.

“Do you want to?” she asked.

Obito snorted. “The Godaime is definitely going to reabsorb us into the Uchiha-gumi. There’s no way he’ll let us run independently after the shit my brother pulled.”

Sakura’s hand slapped down on the bench between them. Leaning in closer. Her eyes narrowing.

“I asked what you want,” she clarified.

Obito froze. Just his throat bobbing as he swallowed.

“....Yeah.”

The corner of her mouth quirked up. She stood, hands in her pockets.

“I’ll be in touch, Obito-kun,” she declared. And when she pulled her hands free, she dropped something into Obito’s lap. She walked away, heels tapping and echoing in the empty train station. The red laser lingered on Obito’s face until she was out of sight. He sat for a long time. Staring into his lap.

Obito put a warmer in each of his pockets. He stopped shivering almost immediately.

Itachi’s eyes opened as she answered the phone.

“Wei? Ah. Yeah. With me,” she said in Cantonese. Her gaze flickered down to him when she felt him shift. He inched across the bed, throwing his arm across her lap. He wormed his arms around her waist, cheek pressing to the outside of her thigh. She patted his head, fingers catching in the snarls in his long hair.

She felt him sigh.

“What about Fai Tsai?” asked Sakura. She watched Itachi’s eyes drift shut. Eyelashes tickling against her skin.

“He’s predictable. Just like you said. Took over part of the bus route. Shook up a bunch of vendors in the night market,” Sai reported. Sakura’s eyebrows rose.

“And?” she prompted.

Sai chuckled. “I took care of them, Boss. No worries.”

She often thought that Sai was like something out of a slasher movie. He wasn’t a bad marksman, and he had studied wushu for a number of years. But his skills with a knife were something to behold. He had mentioned that he had been studying to be a surgeon before he had joined up with Mad Dog Kakashi. And then been passed along to her. She sometimes wondered how his patients would have fared under his care.

“The airport might be a bad idea right now, but Tenten is still in Tokyo, Boss. We could arrange for you to get to Shanghai by boat. And then get you a flight into Hong Kong,” suggested Sai.

Sakura glanced down at Itachi. He was still. Just his side rising and falling with each of his breaths. But just when she thought he might be sleeping again, his eyes fluttered open.

“Arrange for it in two days’ time. I still have a few things I need to take care of. By the way, put the Inuzuka-kai on our blacklist,” she said, her eyes drifting down to her bandaged arm. She was sure that it had scabbed over by now. But it ached whenever she moved her left wrist for any reason. It wasn’t deep enough for there to be nerve damage, but she wouldn’t be doing cartwheels on it anytime soon.

“This is going to drive me crazy. What happened?” asked Itachi later. He sat on the edge of the tub, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Sakura let him take her left hand. Examined the ugly blackish-red line raking up the outside of her forearm. It cleaved the body of the tattooed phoenix in two.

Sakura clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth.

“I was careless,” she tried to dismiss it. But Itachi held onto her hand. His eyes narrowing.

“With who?” he insisted.

Sakura sighed, trying to avoid his gaze.

“I heard you say Inuzuka’s name before,” Itachi told her.

Sakura sighed, head falling against the tile.

“You’re just too smart for me, Kumicho. How am I supposed to lie to you when you’re this hard to fool?” she remarked.

Itachi said nothing. He lowered her hand onto the edge of the tub, getting to his feet.

“Where are you going?” she called after him. She glimpsed him putting on his belt and then his coat as he walked back and forth. He stopped in front of the bathroom door. Hands bracing on either side of the doorway. Eyes black as coal.

“Don’t leave the hotel today,” Itachi told her. And then he was gone.

Sakura smiled. She ran her hands over her thighs. Down her calves. Wincing when the hot water touched her cut.

“Ridiculous man. Telling me what to do,” she laughed to herself.

The past sometimes felt like the pages of a book flipping by too quickly. Some of the days were blurs. Others, she lost completely. Sakura still remembered some events with startling clarity, though. Like the day when she had gotten the koi tattoo.

Orochimaru sat in the room with her, leafing through a magazine as the needle buzzed away. The black walls were covered with photos of past clients. She recognized many of them. Dirty Sam was up there, the intertwined snake and heart on his sternum on display. Hashirama and Tobirama had gotten their matching tattoos of Guan Yu here.

“Boss, you really don’t have to be here,” she told him for the second time. Wincing just a little as she felt the prickling in her skin.

“Nonsense. My cute subordinate was hurt defending me from a savage yakuza. How can I abandon her?” he replied without looking up. He licked the tip of his finger to turn to the next page.

She had come in last week to get the outline done. She liked this tattoo artist. He didn’t ask her stupid questions, or remark on the odd scars on her body. But that’s why a lot of people liked him. He was skilled and he kept his mouth shut. He had even set up mirrors to let her watch him as he did his work.

No one knew Orochimaru’s schedule better than she did. Which was why she was aware of just how busy he was. He was currently trying to get on the Huang Group’s good side. Their access to firearms through the Russians was something everyone envied. There weren’t many guns in Hong Kong, and the people who had them were at an obvious advantage.

“Luckily, I know a pretty girl who already knows their chairman,” Orochimaru had remarked to her weeks ago. Sakura screwed up her face.

“I dated his younger brother. It’s not like we have a real connection,” she had replied. But Orochimaru shook his head.

“Fatboy Huang is surprisingly sentimental. The girlfriend of his dead brother- he’d want to take care of you. Don’t underestimate how powerful someone’s death can be, Jing-Mei,” he had told her.

More than being painful, because it really wasn’t, getting a tattoo done was boring. She dozed off for parts of it, head pillowed on her arms.

Sakura blinked her eyes open when she heard Orochimaru’s footsteps. Polished black shoes crisp against the tile. The needle stopped. She felt the tattoo artist dab at the skin before he rolled back in his chair. Orochimaru leaned over her.

“Hmm...” he simply said.

Sakura twisted her head to look at him.

“It’s quite nice. You’ll like it,” Orochimaru assured her. And she smiled.

“I have to come back a third time to get it colored. I was planning on red,” she told him, putting her head back down. She heard the chair roll over again. The needle buzzing as it touched her skin.

“I look forward to that,” Orochimaru lied to her.

Because he had gone and gotten himself killed a week later.

She had gone back to the tattoo parlor. Gotten the koi filled in in black instead.

Leaning against the side of the tub, Sakura sighed for what felt like the millionth time. She stood and stepped out of the bath. Water trickling off her, pooling onto the tile as she stepped out of the bathroom. Leaving puddles in the shape of her feet as she walked over to the phone. She picked up the receiver to dial a number.

She waited for the line to ring. Two. Three. Four times.

“Hello?”

“Are you busy, Charlie?” she asked. Water dripping down into her eyes. She wiped it away with her free hand.

“Not too busy for you, Aunt Cheng,” he answered.

#eastern suns #writing #itasaku #triad!sakura x yakuza!itachi #tobisaku #triad!au

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k-frances · 7 years ago

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11 Questions Tag

I was tagged [a while ago] by @writeontheedge. Thanks for tagging me! Also 11 is my fav number so gotta do this then.

1. Do you have trouble coming up with titles? If so, why?

YAS. It’s my Achilles heel. I usually have to get help from family/friends who have read the book or who I just tie to a chair, explain the story, and demand titles from. :)

2. Which relationship do you write more of—romantic or platonic?

I would say both. I rarely write a character who doesn’t have a platonic relationship or two that are important to them/the plot, but I also usually have a romantic subplot for most of my stories.

3. Is there a character you hate? Why?

I mean not really? Even villains I write who are pure evil I love how evil they are, I guess. If I was the reader, I might hate some, or if they were real.

4. What’s your usual writing routine?

hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAA

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No but seriously, I don’t have a usual writing routine. I write at all times of the day and night [not usually after I’ve fallen asleep, but it’s happened] and I don’t really have a way I go about it. If it’s noisy, I’ll play music sometimes, like classical. But in college I used to write in class all the time lol I can zone out like a pro

5. Where are you at in your current WIP?

I have more than one. One I’m editing, so it’s done at like 60 70 k or something like that. The WIP I’m writing is about eeehhhhh maybe halfway, hard to say exactly. 24k

6. Have you ever had anything published? What was it?

I self published a novel Desiderium and it’s sequel. Never pursued traditional publishing, may or may not do so one day.

7. Is there a particular trope you love? Hate?

Um I write a lot of friends pick on each other, pretend to hate each other, fall in love. I don’t know if that trope has a name, but it’s just a relationship trope that I enjoy. Hate? I mean yeah. Like all racist and sexist tropes are pretty shit. Other than those, I guess any trope that’s done poorly or overused is lame, but most tropes that aren’t racist or sexist or any other ist can usually be done well.

8. Has your main character(s) gone through any major changes through the course of your WIP?

DER. The WIP I’m writing not quite yet, but it’s starting.

9. Do you have a similar scene or symbol that is in more than one of your WIPs?

Uh, I use symbolism between books in a series sometimes, like in Desiderium the MC has a scar that she got in the first book that represents the change she’s gone though internally, and it’s mentioned in the second book for that reason. Otherwise, probably but I’m not aware of it.

10. Do you edit during or after writing?

Both. I do what everyone tells you not to do, which is edit between writing. I am the worst speller on earth and when I’m writing fast, it’s even worse. So if I didn’t, I would literally have to turn spell check off because there are so many errors it will glitch out word, and word gives you this sassy message that’s like ‘there are toooooo many errors, bye.’ It’s happened.

But I don’t do it at the same time. I’ll write a chapter or two, then go back and just do a brief edit, just to get spelling and glaring things, which also helps me to check the flow of what I’m writing before I add another chapter.

11. Of all your OCs, do you have a favorite?

No, I think I’m always preferential to the OC I’m working on. But all in all I don’t think there is one I love more than the other, though there are some I’m particularly proud of for unusual reasons.

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I’m a lazy POS so I’m not going to tag anyone, but please please feel free to do this if you see it and like it, and literally just tag me as if I did tag you, it’s fine, it’s really fine. I love reading my followers responses to these because some of the answers are so different then mine it’s interesting!

#writer #author #writing #questions #me #personal

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hey--hayhay · 8 years ago

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100 Questions personal and not so personal :) Please ASK! Off or on anon… (I’m gonna go ahead and answer these because Im procrastinating) 1. How long have you had a Tumblr? 2-3 years

2. Describe your first kiss, who was it with, what was it like, where was it etc?it was with a guy named Daniel at a football game, it was just a little peck.

3. What’s your biggest regret? What’s something from your past you wished you could have changed? I don’t dwell on past mistakes. once i have learned my lesson i don let the regret distract from what i could be doing now.

5. Favorite Songs at the moment? 24K Magic by Bruno Mars and Girls/Girls/Boys by Panic! at the Disco

5. What is the craziest thing that you have ever done? idk but it probably involved my friend Taylor

6. What’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you? one time I used the intercom at school to advertise for the school play, i miss judged my stage voice and spoke so super loud in an obnoxious pirate accent

7. Do you have any scars and if so, how did you get them? i have a scar on my leg from when i broke it

8. Where would you like to be in 10 years? mentally I just hope to be happy

9. What are your views on drugs and alcohol? everything is good in moderation, but its important to follow any laws

10. What are your views on religion? you believe what you believe and ill believe what i believe and as long as we don’t interfere with each other whats the harm in being different

11. Have you ever thought about ending your own life? If so, why? I’ve never wanted to kill myself but i have had intrusive thoughts about doing it

12. Write 5 facts people might not know about you. 1. my username always relates to my late dog Sunday 2. I’m 19 3. I was my high school mascot for 3 years GO JAGS!! 4. i absolutely hate strawberries 5. i always feeling like running away.

13. last really important text you got? my dad texted me good morning today

14. Can you let go? with some effort yes

15. Discuss your first love. she gave me life. she was my happiness. she was also an 8 pound dachshund named Sunday.

16. Put your ipod on shuffle and write 10 songs that pop up. Explain why each song is on there. 1. Why don’t you Love Me by Hot Chelle Rae. 2. One Semester of Spanish Spanish Love Song 3. Cant Back Down from Camp Rock 4. Wobble by VIC 5. From Me To You by The Beatles 6. Homesick by ADTR 7. Thrift Shop by Macklemore and Ryan Lewis 8. I Can Do Whatever Im White by Rucka Rucka Ali 9. Cant be Tamed by Miley 10. Know Your Enemy by Green Day

17. Name somewhere you’d like to move or visit. Hawaii, i want to sit on the beach and play my ukulele and just be happy

19. What are your views on mainstream music? i usually like the popular stuff

18. Are you currently missing someone? yes, you probably know who you are

19. At what age do you think people should have sex? honestly have no idea, i guess its usually a good idea to follow the law ?

20. What are your highs and lows of this past year? high: he said yes and i got my own apartment and Clark, Low: i failed History and Rory.

21. What are your strongest beliefs?i believe that the world would be a better place with out Donald Trump

22. Who are you closest to in your family? i guess my mom but we don’t really talk about private stuff

23. How important do you think education is? education=knowledge=power

24. What’s one of your favorite shows? Doctor Who

25. How have you changed in the past 2 years? dear lord where do i begin? i have accepted that I’m not straight, i have gained so much confidence, i have been diagnosed as manic depressive, i have started seeing a therapist, i have lost a lot of friends but I’ve become ok with that. i started college and moved into an apartment

26. Name 5 people who are famous who you find attractive. Brendon Urie, Jensen Ackles, Cara Delevingne, Jensen Ackles, Selena Gomez, Jensen Ackles, Julianne Hough.

27. Name your favorite movie and what it’s about. The Goonies, these kids go out in search for lost pirate treasure.

28. Who is someone who fascinates you and why? Hunter, just the way he does things. i really wish i knew what he was thinking sometimes.

29. What kind of person attracts you? someone who is dorky and can make me smile (which isn’t hard to do honestly)

30. What’s a problem that you have recently had or are currently having? OVERTHINKING

31. Name something that you miss. i miss sleep

32. Share 5 goals you want completed in the next 30 days. 1. I want to smile a little more 2. I want to ace my Chemistry exam 3. i want to go to Natchez 4. I want to see a movie 5. i want to play in the rain

33. What’s been the highlight of your month and the lowest point? highlight: i went an entire month with out seeing my roommate. Low: I’m being to think my friend isn’t a good friend

34. What’s something that you’ve done in the past that you would never do again? idk

35. What is you’re biggest insecurity & why? not being enough because i over think shit too much

36. What were the last 3 songs you listened to and what did they mean to you?

37. Do you have a toy that’s really special to you and if so what is it, how did you get it etc?

38. Have you lost anyone close to you to death?

39. What is your purpose in life?

40. When was the last time you cried and what was it over?

41. If you got to spend an entire day with your favourite celebrity what would you guys do?

42. If you could only listen to one artist for the rest of your life, who would you choose and why?

43. What are 3 traits that you like about yourself and what are three that you dislike about yourself? Personality wise.

44. Can you cook? If so what are your favorite dishes to make?

45. What was the last decision you regretted making?

46. Do you believe in the saying “once a cheater, always a cheater”?

47. Do you ever wish you were famous?

48. What’s the nastiest thing anyone has ever said to YOU? Or something that’s hurt you above anything else and why?

50. What mark would you want to leave on this world after you are gone?

51. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?

52. Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?

53. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?

54. What’s the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for you?

55. What is one of your favorite memories?

58. What’s the nicest present you’ve ever received?

59. Have you ever had your heart broken?

60. Have you ever wanted to change anything about your life? If so, what?

61. What is something you feel like you are really good at?

62. What are your top 5 favourite all time songs by your favourite artist?

65. What’s one thing someone has done for you that was really small but made a huge impact?

66. What do you do when you can’t sleep?

68. If you could change 3 things within your government, what would they be and why?

69. What’s your favourite holiday and why?

70. What’s the kindest thing a stranger has ever done for you? Even if it’s TINY like holding a door open for you, something that you remember even though they were a complete stranger.

71. Who’s your favorite cartoon character? Scooby do

72. What’s the first song that comes to your mind while reading this and why? All Time Low its stuck in my head

74. What would you like to be the first dance song at your wedding? Iol what wedding?

75. Have you ever been told you look like a famous person, if so, who? no but i think i show a striking resemblance to Tom Hanks

76. What’s one thing you can not live without? the internet

77. What is the most selfless thing you have ever done for someone?

78. Are you a girly girl? Iol nope

79. What color is your bed? brown?

80. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys? no preference

81. Are you currently frustrated with a boy? no

82. Do you have a best friend? yes

82. What song makes you cry the most? Say Something

83. What’s the funniest film you’ve ever seen?

84. What’s something crazy that you’ve always wanted to do?

watch the sunrise from the most eastern coast of the IS so in the first American to see the new day.

85. Has anything ever happened to you that you just can’t forgive? yes

86. Ever been really drunk? yes

87. Is there any type of rumor going around about you?

89. Have you ever felt ashamed about something? If so what was it & why?

90. Do you keep a journal? If so what mostly goes in it? Random thoughts, feelings, stories? no 91. Do you like somebody? yes

92. Craziest shit ever done?

93. What’s the saddest story/one that’s touched you the most that you’ve ever heard on the news? who watches the news?

94. If you were told you were going to have 3 daughters, what would you want to name them? Danni, Anne Drew, and Rose

95. Do you have a middle name and if so, what is it? it is Danea

96. Are you in a relationship? yes

97. Do you enjoy drama? only from a distance

98. Are you a virgin? yes

99. Are you short or tall? average though some people would call me short

100. Do you have siblings? If so, what are their names and how old are they? i have a little brother named Garrett (Gare Bear) he is 15. and an older brother named Tyler he is 24

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title Silk summary Dissolve it into yesterday pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

“Where to next, Boss?” Tenten asked, rubbing the back of her neck. They had finally gotten the fish factory cleaned up. Not that any cops would come sniffing around here. The cops in Central knew better than to cross one of the Red Poles of the 24K. The smell of bleach stung the insides of her nose.

“We’re going to Red Eyes Chiu. I want to at least wrap things up with him before I go to see the Dragon Head,” sighed Sakura. She held her cigarette between her teeth as she ran her fingers through her hair.

When Tenten didn’t move to get the car right away, Sakura looked at her. Tenten was staring straight ahead, expression stony.

“Did he think the view from your apartment was beautiful, Boss?” she suddenly queried.

Sakura knew right away what she was asking. She tapped her cigarette ash onto the floor between her feet.

“Yeah. He thought the Peak was amazing,” Sakura replied.

“I see,” Tenten said. She pushed off the wall to get the car.

Red Eyes Chiu was still sleeping when they entered his hospital room. Sakura brought along two men to stand guard at the door. Their hulking figures and jade necklaces were a good signal to the staff to steer clear for a while.

Sakura removed her sunglasses. Touched the temple tip to her lower lip. She glanced around the room, and then stared at the man lying in bed. Mouth slightly agape. She eyed the line of his nose, the furrow in his brow. The resemblance was striking. Laughably so.

“Get up. You’re not fooling anyone,” Sakura said.

As if embarrassed to be caught in the lie, Red Eyes slowly sat up. Blinking those long eyelashes.

“You’re the 24K’s biggest supplier right now. Where’d you disappear to?” Sakura asked.

Red Eyes’ gaze flickered from her, to Tenten standing at the window, to the glass door. They could see the silhouettes of the two men guarding it from outside. Sakura waved her hand.

“Relax. I’m a shareholder in this hospital. I wouldn’t do anything to damage it,” she sighed. And she sat in the chair beside the bed. Adjusted the folds of her trench coat around her legs.

“I went into hiding for a bit. Heard shit was going down in the 24K ranks,” he answered in English. Sakura raised an eyebrow. Her gloved hands folded together in her lap.

“Are you serious? Even though you’re under our protection?” she pressed in Cantonese. Red Eyes grimaced. He swallowed.

“Well, no offense, Ga je, but the rumors surrounding you and Fai Tsai don’t exactly spell ‘happy family’. Wasn’t sure how long that structure of honor would hold up, to be honest,” he went on.

“It’s nothing that hasn’t happened before. Fai Tsai and I have always had problems,” Sakura retorted. And then her eyes narrowed.

“Then again, you’re 24K too, Red Eyes. You know what vows we take when we’re initiated,” she added. Measuring his expression. Red Eyes smiled, nodding.

“But, I guess I can see where you’re coming from. You took a gamble,” she then relented. Red Eyes nodded again. Tenten’s foot shifted against the tile floor. She was always quick to sense the shift in mood.

“Makes sense. With you being from Guangzhou. All those casinos,” Sakura remarked, chuckling.

He laughed too. Missing the way Sakura’s eyes narrowed. She raised her hand, pressing it to her lips.

“Ah. My mistake. You’re from Macau, you said, right?” she corrected herself. Something flickered in his eyes. He held on to the easy smile.

“I didn’t want to correct you, Aunt Cheng. I knew it was just a slip of the tongue,” he replied.

“That was considerate of you. Saru mo ki kara ochirunda,” Sakura went on. Red Eyes chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he nodded.

“Eh, sou desu yo n...” he trailed off when he realized what had just spilled from his mouth. Eyes flying open,

“Ah? What’s this?” Tenten spoke up. She leaned against the windowsill, her revolver peeking out from under her blazer. Her mouth twisting in a leer.

This time, when Sakura smiled, her teeth sparkled like shards of broken glass.

“Tenten, meet Uchiha Obito. Younger half-brother of Uchiha Madara. He studied at an international school here in Hong Kong as a kid, which is why he can understand Cantonese,” Sakura said, reaching into her coat, “But can’t speak it himself.”

“And he’s the second little rat I’ve been searching for,” she added, pulling out her phone.

“Let me get the car,” sighed Tenten as she got to her feet. Sakura paused. Looking up, her finger hovering over the green ‘dial’ button on her screen.

“What?” she asked. Tenten stopped by the door, looking just as perplexed.

“So I can drop this one off at Uncle Hashirama’s,” Tenten spelled out. Sakura shook her head. She dialed the number.

“Oh, no. This one is coming with us to Tokyo,” Sakura corrected. And then she reached out, squeezing Obito’s chin between her thumb and pointer finger. Stroking down the scar on the side of his face.

“Madara and I need to have a long, long talk,” she added. Obito’s tears spilled over and wet her thumb.

He picked up after three rings.

“Iwano Deidara,” he answered.

“Tommy,” Sakura said.

“Ah! Wei, Mama. What’s up?”

“I want Uchiha Madara in my office at the club in two days,” she ordered. She could hear him cringing into the phone.

“What do I tell him? That guy’s slippery as a snake, Mama,” he hedged. And Sakura looked directly at Obito. She squeezed his face a little harder. Tilting his head this way and that.

“Tell Madara that if he doesn’t show, I’ll rip his brother’s dick off with my bare hands,” she uttered. As she ended the call, she watched the blood drain out of Obito’s face. She took in all these shifts in his expression, her face unchanged.

She released him. Got to her feet.

“Take him. I want him cleaned up and well-fed. We’re leaving for Tokyo tomorrow morning,” Sakura added. Tenten was already on her phone purchasing the plane tickets. She adjusted the departure time, nodding.

“Does the hospital say it’s alright to discharge me?” Obito blurted out.

Sakura looked at him over her shoulder. “I don’t care.”

She tapped the window in the door two times. The guards glanced at her, parting to let her exit.

“Stay with Tenten. I don’t want you to leave her side until she leaves Hong Kong. And don’t let that little lan yeung out of your sight either,” Sakura directed. They nodded.

Sakura adjusted her coat over her shoulders. The empty sleeves dangling behind her. Turning, she strode down the sterile hallway. Her blood red heels tapping against the tile. The sounds bouncing around like disjointed applause of a very confused audience.

Outside, she glimpsed a vendor selling curry fish balls. She bought a box before she caught a taxi to Tobirama’s office. Holding the warm takeout in her lap. As the driver pulled onto the main road, Sakura pulled out a compact. She wet a tissue and began rubbing the foundation from her throat and chest. The lingering blue and purple marks emerged from hiding, some of them already fading to yellow at the edges. She undid the top few buttons of her blouse until the lacy tops of her bra just barely peeked out. It was a sheer black material over a thin camisole. The orange and reds of her tattoo bleeding through.

When the taxi dropped her behind the yum cha restaurant. He took her money, squinting at the bills.

“No change. You have a nice night,” Sakura said, leaning on the top of the car to look through the window. Whatever was in her eyes left him at a loss for words. He drove off without a word.

Sakura climbed the back steps, nodding at the men on guard duty.

She took her time. Heels clicking against the concrete stairs. Her hair falling into her eyes. When she reached up to push it back, she found Tobirama waiting at the top of the steps. His hands in his pockets. Smoke drifting up in a lazy dance from the cigarette between his lips.

A smile curled her mouth. “Were you planning on standing there, waiting for me all night?” She took a few more steps. He didn’t budge. Standing straight in the middle of her path, just his eyes flickering down to her.

“I heard your shoes,” he replied.

“Oh,” was all she said. He held her gaze for a second longer before he shifted to the side to let her pass. And he followed her as they headed into Hashirama’s office.

Hashirama sat on top of his desk. She could see the shoulder holster he normally wore under his jacket. The black of his twin glocks peeking out from the leather. A glass of whiskey sat beside his hand. He lifted it to his mouth as they entered the room.

Blood painted the front of his shirt brown and red. It had even splattered onto his sleeves and his khaki slacks. Tobirama moved to sit in his usual seat. He dropped with unexpected heaviness.

“...Is Four-Eyes still not dead?” she asked after a moment.

Hashirama chuckled into his whiskey. He tossed the rest of it back. Setting it down hard on the desk. He gestured to the box of cigarettes on the opposite corner of his desk. Sakura stepped forward to pluck out two. She placed one in Hashirama’s mouth and flicked her lighter open. But he lingered, waiting for her to lit hers with the tip of his. The smoke rising in white wisps from her mouth as she sat down on the desk too. Her arm resting on his shoulder.

“He’s not?” Sakura asked again.

Hashirama dragged a hand through his hair. It was starting to go grey at the temples.

“You’re not much of a shot, but you sure as hell know your anatomy. He’s bleeding, but it’s slow. He’s not quite dead yet,” Hashirama finally said.

Sakura opened up the box of curry fish balls. Speared one on a toothpick and held it up for him. Shaking his head, Hashirama chuckled. He took the food and chomped down on it.

“You always know what I’m in the mood for, Jing-Mei,” he sighed.

Sakura walked over to the empty chair and took a seat.

For a few minutes, it was just Hashirama eating. Sakura tapping her phone against the arm of her chair. Looking down at the chips in her nail polish.

Hashirama closed the empty box. The smell of cheap curry powder still lingering in the air.

“So,” he said. Pressing his palms together, he stared Sakura in the eye. “The other things can wait. You need to tell me about that what happened the other day.” His mouth was unsmiling. But his expression wasn’t unfriendly either.

Sakura lifted her chin. Put her elbow up on the armrest. And when she pulled her cigarette from her lips, smoke poured out like her insides hid a roaring furnace.

“I brought him to piss you off, Uncle, mostly. And Fai Tsai too, to an extent,” she confessed. Shrugging one shoulder.

“Why?” Hashirama pressed. His face unchanged.

“You’re digging your heels in about Fai Tsai. You’ve always been a little too soft on him. And now he’s working with Uchiha Madara to undermine your holdings and you’re holding the doors wide open for the infestation of their rats,” Sakura explained.

“Your proof.”

“It’s just a coincidence that one by one, all of the 24K’s suppliers have become unusable? Until all we had left was Red Eyes Chiu. And then there’s the matter of Fai Tsai meeting with some of the smaller crime lords in Tokyo. Who, by the way, are the ones financing all the property he’s been buying up in Sai Wan,” Sakura went on.

Before Hashirama could interject, she reached into her coat pocket. Fished out a stack of photos. She tossed them onto Hashirama’s desk.

Sai was an excellent photographer. There was Kabuto walking into bars with Yamanaka Inoichi. Inuzuka Kiba. Inside hostess clubs, glittering girls clinging to their arms. Getting in and out of limos together.

Hashirama looked through them, the wrinkles in his forehead deepening with each new shot.

“And then there’s Uchiha Madara, who confessed to Fai Tsai paying him to try to drug and rape me,” Sakura added. She held up her phone and pressed play.

Madara’s voice gurgled through, still strained by the pantyhose she had wrapped around his neck.

‘He said it would be a win-win. Just something to shake you up so he could move into your territory while you were distracted. And it’s not like it would have been the first t-’

Sakura translated it for them, word-for-word. Her eyes as flat as her voice. She lowered her phone.

Hashirama and Tobirama exchanged glances.

“You obviously have something, Jing-Mei. But this isn’t conclusive. Has Red Eyes woken up yet? What does he have to say?” Tobirama asked.

“No. I’m having him lifted into Tokyo tomorrow to a bigger hospital. I have a friend who can take a look at him,” she replied.

Hashirama leaned forward a little. Black eyes glittering.

“But you haven’t answered my question. Why him? Why parade him around?” he demanded.

Sakura smiled.

“Uchiha Itachi is currently one of the richest and most powerful yakuza in the Tokyo area. If Kabuto really wanted to fuck with me, or with any of us, he would be the quickest route to do so. But I’ve got my claws in him instead-”

“You certainly do,” muttered Tobirama, eyeing the marks blooming up her throat. Sakura winked before she looked back to Hashirama.

“So Kabuto’s had to go around getting support from the little bosses. I’m just rubbing it in his face that I’ve got what he wants. Sooner or later, he’ll get pissed and reveal himself. He never was too smart,” Sakura finished explaining, sighing at the end.

Hashirama crossed his arms across his chest.

“So you’re asking me to eliminate Kabuto before he becomes a bigger problem.”

Sakura’s expression brightened.

“Of course not, Uncle. You’re the Dragon Head. I’m just here to do whatever you say,” she assured him. And he looked completely unconvinced.

“What do you think Fai Tsai’s ultimate goal is?” Hashirama asked her.

“To somehow have you killed and become the Dragon Head himself with the help from his little friends in Tokyo,” she answered without hesitation. Tilting her head, she took a drag on her cigarette.

Hashirama’s expression darkened.

“And that isn’t yours as well?”

Sakura exhaled. Long and slow. Eyelashes fluttering.

“It’s not. I promise you, Uncle.”

The following night, Sakura leaned her elbows on her desk. Her office upstairs hadn’t been touched in her long spaces of absence. And while the hostesses had peppered her with questions about her ‘vacation’, she knew just how to evade them. The sounds of music and laughter were barely audible through the insulated floors.

She knew that Itachi knew she was back in Tokyo. He had eyes and ears everywhere. He had probably known within minutes of her plane landing that morning.

She hadn’t called him.

After all, she had said, “Maybe”. Nothing else.

But she knew him well enough. He would come by the club within the next few days. A bouquet in his arms. He would order the most expensive champagne, weaving those sweet words of his around her.

There was a knock on her door.

“I’m doing the bills, Moegi. Can it wait?” Sakura replied.

The handle turned anyway.

Clicking her tongue, Sakura looked up to rebuff the intruder with some select barbs.

Instead, she found Itachi closing the door behind him. The lock snapping in place. He said nothing as he shed his coat and scarf. Hanging them on the wooden rack by the door. Right beside her white fur coat. Because it was much colder in Tokyo than in Hong Kong. With snow sprinkling down on the glimmering city.

Sakura leaned back in her chair.

Itachi crossed the room in even, unhurried steps. He stopped, brushing lint off his pinstripe blazer. Gold and black cufflinks gleaming.

“Am I interrupting anything that’s time-sensitive?” he then queried.

“No,” Sakura replied.

Itachi then glanced around the room. “Is there anything you particularly cherish on this desk?”

Sakura’s eyebrows rose. “...No.”

“Good.”

Itachi swept his arm across the tabletop. Scattering the papers and little accessories. A paperweight in the shape of a gold swan. A fancy pen set she had once gotten as a gift. And as those things went flying, Sakura’s back hit the smooth surface of the desk. Itachi’s hands slipping under her dress, caressing up her thighs.

“No ‘hello’?” she teased into his ear. Seizing the lobe between her teeth. He chuckled, but it sounded more like a growl as it traveled up his throat. Hissing hot against her chest.

His teeth closed around the zipper on the front of her dress. Dragging it down to part the black fabric. He bit and kissed his way down her newly-revealed torso. Adding to the marks he had left the last time. Soothing the little stings with his lips.

Rubbing his cheek against her stomach, he stared up at her. Eyelashes tickling her skin.

“This is my ‘hello’,” he responded.

#eastern suns #writing #itasaku #triad!sakura x yakuza!itachi #tobisaku #triad!au

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silverfootstepswrites · 7 years ago

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title Halfway summary Standing in between the past and today pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

The city passed by in a blur. Her head spinning, eyes drifting shut as the wind blew through her hair. The taste of beer lingering on her lips, making her tongue heavy and sweet.

Sakura leaned her head back against the seat. Her thighs numb. The tip of her nose tingling. Edison lowered the volume on the radio. Teeth clenched around his cigarette.

“Where do you want to go, babe?” he asked her. And Sakura opened her eyes, already smiling.

“Anywhere,” she replied. Her eyes glittering just as bright as the streets that rushed past. And Edison grinned. The gold chains around his neck sparkling. He laughed.

Sakura jolted awake. Her hands trembling. Sweat cooling on the nape of her neck.

Itachi opened his eyes to find Sakura on the balcony. Curled up in one of the teak chairs. Her arms wrapped around herself. From just her profile, he couldn’t quite see what expression she had on her face. And as he watched, a single wisp of smoke rose from her pursed lips. She tapped her cigarette against the ashtray.

He wondered why she was out there. Naked. When her robe hung from the hook on the bathroom door. Or why she hadn’t woken him.

She turned her head to the side. Staring straight at him. Through him.

And he had the feeling that it wasn’t just the glass doors that separated them.

Itachi flew back later that afternoon. The taxi driver waited outside the penthouse, red car idling. And Itachi stood in front of the elevator, arms caging her in the corner. Her right shoulder pressing to the cool window. Her smile made it clear that she didn’t feel trapped at all.

“When will you be in Tokyo?” he asked.

“Soon,” she assured him.

“When?”

He leaned in closer. When he tilted his head like that, she could see the marks she had left on his neck. Scattered under his ear. Little bruises like constellations. Her smile widened. She ran her palm over them, just a little rough.

“Soon,” she promised.

And then, the teasing in his eyes faded. He sagged, lips touching the top of her head. She felt the change. Her fingers curled around a few strands of his ponytail.

“I don’t want to go back,” Itachi sighed. She had heard his many different voices before. But never this one.

“I’m sure your underlings would have an issue with that. Also, you have family, don’t you?” Sakura reminded him. Itachi raised his head. She had grown used to seeing him like this. The way his eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled. Really smiled.

“Don’t you ever get tired of this?” he asked.

“Of what?”

“Putting on a face?” Itachi clarified.

Sakura laughed for real. The sound startled even her. And then she dragged both her hands up his jaw. Tracing the curve of his cheekbones. Her eyes blazing into his.

“You silly man. Neither of us is putting on a face. This is who we are, Itachi,” she declared. He wasn’t laughing, though. He searched her expression. And her gaze softened.

“But this is me, too,” she added. patting his cheek.

“And who does this part of you belong to?” Itachi queried. She smirked.

“To me,” she retorted. Pressing a kiss to his mouth. Catching his lower lip between her teeth.

“Now go, Leng zai, before I decide not to let you,” she whispered. A look crossed his face. This one, she did recognize.

“I could always catch a later flight,” he mused. Sakura pushed him in the chest. And he obliged by taking a step back.

“Go. That last minute plane ticket wasn’t cheap. Think of it as my Christmas present to you,” retorted Sakura. She reached around him to hit the elevator button. Itachi took her hand. He pressed her fingers to his mouth, a crafty look narrowing his eyes.

“I thought my Christmas present was last night when you let m-”

“Itachi,” she sighed, her voice a little sharp. The time for jokes was over. He nipped the tip of her thumb before releasing her.

“Call me when you’re in Tokyo,” he said.

“Maybe,” Sakura called after him as he stepped into the elevator. His chuckle was the last thing she saw before the doors slid shut on him.

“What happened to the Kumicho?” asked Tenten as she opened the car door for Sakura. She folded up the umbrella and got into the car after her. Sakura crossed one leg over the other. Red heels gleaming. She opened up her compact and began patting foundation over the marks on her neck and chest.

“I sent him home,” Sakura answered.

“You could have worn another shirt,” remarked Tenten, her voice a little dry.

“I could have. But I didn’t,” Sakura responded. A little bite to her words. Tenten narrowed her eyes but held her tongue. She sat up a little straighter, eyes focused ahead.

“...Deui m’jyu,” Tenten apologized, “I overstepped my bounds.”

Sakura snapped her compact shut. “No. If I didn’t have you giving me a hard time, who knows what stupid things I’d be off doing. Just... everything in moderation.” She glanced over at Tenten and offered her a smile.

The rest of the car ride was silent. As Zabuza pulled up to the fish factory, his eyes darted up to the rearview mirror.

“Have a nice night, Aunt Cheng,” he said. The car stopped. Tenten opened up the door to let her out. Already spreading the umbrella against the rain pouring down from the heavens. Sakura headed into the warehouse. The lights flickering as she passed under them. Tenten paused in the doorway to close the umbrella. And she clicked her tongue at the dilapidated state of the rusted halls.

“Those little shits. I even told them to clean up since you were coming,” she grumbled. Sakura snorted.

She pushed the metal door open. It groaned on its hinges. And the creak made heads turn.

“Ah! There you are!” Sai said, raising his pliers at her. Blood flecked his face and the front of his once-white shirt. Sakura stepped closer, onto the layers of tarp and plastic taped to the concrete. She avoided the pools of blood, a careless glance skimming over them. And then she reached out, squeezing Sai’s cheeks together.

“Looks like you’ve been having fun, sai lo. Any good news for me?” Sakura greeted him. Blood smeared across her thumb as she released him. Sai ducked his head to wipe his face on his sleeve. Then he made a beckoning motion. One of the underlings came forward with a folding chair. Set it just on the edge of the tarp, away from the biggest splashes of blood. He bowed, backing away. And Sakura sat, pulling a handkerchief from the inside of her coat. She wiped her hand.

“Good and bad. Which one do you want to hear first?” Sai said, crouching in front of her.

Sakura reached into her coat again. She pulled out a box of cigarettes. Tapped one out for herself. Then, she offered him the box. Sai plucked two out. He lit both at the same time, handed one back to her.

“Bad,” she replied. She drew in a long breath through her teeth, exhaling through her nostrils. Smoke spilling from her like her insides were a furnace. Red mouth parting as she watched him.

Sai took a short drag. He pursed his lips as he exhaled. And then he tucked his cigarette behind his ear, squinting.

“Alright. This guy’s short about 41,000. And he hasn’t got shit to pay with. No house. No car,” Sai informed her. He jabbed his thumb back at the man tied to the chair. Blood still dripping from his face. He was slumped forward. The only way she could tell that he was still alive was the way his thin back rose and fell with each breath. Sakura’s eyes narrowed.

“You brought me all the way out here for this?” Sakura growled. Sai held up his hand.

“So here’s the good news. Or at least, it’s funny? This lan yeung says he knows you, Boss,” Sai told her before she could get angry. Sakura glanced at the captive again. At this ratty, bleached hair. Growing in dark at the roots. The piercings running up his ears. The black scorpion on his neck did seem vaguely familiar.

“Hm... that is funny. Why don’t we let him talk? That is... if you’ve left enough teeth for him to,” Sakura said.

“Relax. I only took two. You’re always telling me to pace myself,” replied Sai. He got to his feet. Grabbing the back of the chair, he dragged their captive over the tarp. She watched him through the haze of her cigarette as Sai jolted him down in front of her.

The man’s head lolled toward his chest. But after a while, he lifted his head. Blood dribbling down his chin. But when he opened his eyes, unscrunching his face, she recognized the jagged scar running down the side of his mouth, pulling it into a grimace. Her eyes widened.

“Four-Eyes Ngai?” she guessed, a little incredulous. His broken glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. The rose-colored lenses spattered with grime.

“Lan hai it is you,” Sakura laughed.

Blood and saliva bubbled out of his lips. Sakura leaned forward to dab it away with her handkerchief.

“You used to be the biggest dealer in Causeway Bay. What’re you doing here taking out loans from the 24K?” she went on. Four-Eyes cleared his throat, wincing.

“When those pok gaai like York Ng and Red Eyes Chiu moved in from Macau, they got in tight with the Suns. Drove me out of my turf,” he rasped. Sakura’s eyes narrowed. She dropped the dirtied handkerchief. Resting her cheek in her palm as she looked over his ragged state.

“Really? Rumor has it that you turned informant for the HKPD,” she pressed. Four-Eyes Ngai looked up at her, chuckling bitterly.

“Oh, come on Mei-Mei. You, Dirty Sam, me. We were tight back then. You know me. I would never work with the fucking cops,” he reminded her.

Sakura’s smile dropped.

“Dirty Sam is dead,” she told him. Voice flat.

Four-Eyes�� expression sobered. He shook his head. “Diu. Sam wasn’t a bad guy. What happened? Was it the Huang’s? Cops?”

“It was me. I slit Sam’s throat,” Sakura answered in that same, measured voice.

“What?”

Sakura stood. She gripped deep into his hair. Yanking his head back so that he could stare up into her face. Into the way her eyes glittered without sympathy.

“I ran into Sam about three, four months ago. You see, Andy, Sam wasn’t a little chickenshit who went into hiding the second things got tough,” Sakura interrupted herself to explain, just her mouth smiling. “And when I started to get to places with the 24K, I took him with me. Because that’s what friends do. Help each other out.”

Four-Eyes’ lower lip began to tremble. His breath coming in shallow gasps.

“And when I found out that he was trying to turn his back on me to go work with Fai Tsai- Well... We were tight back then. You know me,” Sakura threw his words back at him. Her eyes narrowing.

“I don’t deal with fucking liars.”

With her free hand, she pulled her gold Desert Eagle out. Pressed the cool muzzle to the underside of his throat.

“So let me ask you one more time. Didn’t you turn informant for the HKPD?” she asked through clenched teeth.

Four-Eyes shook his head.

“No, you have to listen to me, Mei-Mei! I swear! I’m not!”

She fired her gun just beside his neck. The hot barrel burning his skin. He let out a scream, tears falling from his eyes.

“Okay! Okay! I did! I did! They said they would keep me alive!” he shrieked. Tears, snot, and blood mixing down his face.

“And you’ve been a spying little rat for them ever since. How much did you tell them about me?” Sakura went on. Nudging his chin with her gun. But his shook his head again. So fast that it almost looked like he was vibrating.

“Never you! I’ve mostly been looking into the Huang gang. And sometimes the Dragon Head of the 24K. But never you!” he insisted, stumbling over his words. Spittle foaming at the corners of his mouth in his rush to speak.

“And so what brought you here was shitty luck?” she guessed. He nodded.

“I just knew I was borrowing from the 24K. I didn’t think it was one of your guys.”

“Hm...” Sakura hummed, thinking. She tapped her cigarette. Ash falling onto his forehead. He didn’t dare to flinch away.

“Well... I found a rat in my house. It wasn’t in my room, but I still don’t want to leave it to roam around,” she remarked. She tapped the gun against his chin one last time. And then she released him.

“Sai,” she called.

“Yeah, Boss.”

“How fast do you think you can get to the Dragon Head’s office?”

“Uh,” Sai said, looking down at his watch, “Maybe 7 minutes if I get the car now.”

Sakura unloaded a bullet deep into Four-Eyes Ngai’s gut. Where she knew it would pierce into his intestines. Black blood bubbling up from the wound.

“Good. Go. This won’t kill him right away, but I want to get him to the Dragon Head before he passes out,” Sakura uttered, smiling. Sai began running out of the room, arms pumping at his sides. Sakura released Four-Eyes’ head. Letting it slump back onto his chest.

“Mei-Mei.... why?” he groaned in a pitiful voice.

She shot him in the foot. Another scream of agony leaving his mouth.

“Don’t fucking call me that,” she snapped.

As she waited for Sai, she dialed Hashirama’s number.

“Jing-Mei...” he sighed into the phone. She had half-expected him to be annoyed with her. Which meant that Tobirama had delivered the news.

“I know, Uncle. But before you scold me, I just wanted to let you know that I’m sending a little present along,” she hinted. She watched Sai and one of the underlings load Four-Eyes into the back of the van. They had laid down plastic in the back, and someone had thought to tape more plastic over his stomach and foot. Sai nodded at her before he ran to start the van. It rumbled off down the road.

“A present?”

“Just something little for you. I’m sending Sai to deliver him, so you can ask him for details.” Sakura crossed her arms over her chest. She turned back to the warehouse floor. There were already people mopping up the blood. Ripping up the plastic to dispose of it later. Tenten shouting orders at them as she leaned against the wall.

“I know I’ve been a little... irritating lately. Consider this my apology,” she added.

Hashirama sighed.

“This isn’t a conversation to have over the phone,” he stated.

“I’ll be by tomorrow. I promise,” Sakura answered.

“Jing-Mei.”

His tone made her stop.

“I really will, Uncle,” she said again.

He said nothing else as he hung up.

#writing #eastern suns #itasaku #triad!sakura x yakuza!itachi #tobisaku #merry christmas #triad!au

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