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Home Movie 16
A/N: Um, yeah. Owe an update, badly. But, school is really hectic right now, as I graduate in one month and am cramming shit into my head at an alarming rate. And taking a freshman biology course, which I hate. So.
Warning: Sakura is OOC, and this is obviously AU. This is what happens when I let my music influence my writing, and this is owed to the African music I’ve been listening to: Emmanuel Jal, MIA, etc. So, obviously, I apologize beforehand.
Home Movie 16: All I Wanna Do Is…
Character: Sakura
Pairing: none
Summary: I’m a child of war, and it altered my life.
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She stepped over the body in front of her, cleaning her kunai on the nameless man’s shirt. Rifling through his pockets only got her a few ryou and what looked to be a business card for a stripper, of all things.
People had money for strippers these days?
She swiftly stashed the kunai in her pouch, sidestepping the trash littering the alley and hurriedly making her way to the darkened street in front of her. Cloud at this time of night was deserted, as always, but you never knew who would jump out at you. So she stayed in the shadows by the buildings, protecting herself with the night-like shroud.
A prostitute at the corner waved, and Sakura just nodded. Mizu she knew, as she was a regular in the bar down the street that rented rooms. Sakura’s new “home.”
Shrieking and laughing could be heard from the bar down the street, and somewhere in the distance she could hear the sounds of gunshots.
Definitely not shinobi.
Guns had migrated to the countries as the governments fell, quickly replacing her beloved ninja weapons. As did counterfeit documents of citizenship to get into the few areas still safe. The world after Akastuki was terrifying, but she had adapted. Everybody had.
A gun was secure at her hip, just like her kunai.
She watched a man make his way down the street toward her, hiding in her shadows.
This wouldn’t do, at all. She didn’t know him. That usually meant trouble.
She was quickly pulled into the next alleyway, a hand going over her mouth and another over her free hand to prevent her from pulling the gun.
“Chill, Sakura. You get the papers?”
She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah. In my pocket.” She reached down, pulling a small square of papers out and handing them to Kiba, one of the few people she had seen since the Leaf went underground, making it virtually impossible for shinobi on missions to get back home.
“Thanks. Man, hopefully this’ll get me into Tea.”
She could see the hopefulness in his eyes, and she didn’t want to tear it down. Tea meant life, meant a chance of connecting with his family.
She was pretty sure it fell a few months ago, not long after Moon.
“You know, the last guy who pulled me into an alley is still there. And he’s not happy.”
He shrugged, looking sheepish, before waving a hand at her and disappearing onto the roof. She shook her head, watching as the man from earlier drunkenly hobbled past her little alcove of an alley.
Kiba would be back. It might be a few weeks, but…
When he was gone she stepped back into the city night of Cloud, eyes alert and hand on her hip. It only took a few seconds to come up behind the man from earlier and push him into the alley where her last kill lay, slitting his throat and searching the body.
Not much, again.
It seemed like it was gonna be a slow night. Which sucked for her, considering that Cloud’s newest dictator didn’t pay by the hour but by information, anything she could get off the bodies. Enforcing curfew gave her little in the way of wages, and she needed any extra she could get.
She stepped out of the alley, noticing no other stragglers that looked out of place. The road was vacant, silent, waiting for her alone.
“I fly like paper, get high like planes…”
Maybe one day she could be like Kiba again, maybe she could get to go home. Maybe she could hope. But she doubted it. Her country had abandoned her long ago, and she didn’t see any way they would take her back after the long list of questionable employment she had.
“All I wanna do is Bang Bang Bang Bang…”
She kicked some trash out of her way, continuing to saunter down the road.
“And take your money…”
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A/N: Yeah, I know, so totally out there, right? But I can’t help it, the muse is responsible for all.
Warning: Sakura is OOC, and this is obviously AU. This is what happens when I let my music influence my writing, and this is owed to the African music I’ve been listening to: Emmanuel Jal, MIA, etc. So, obviously, I apologize beforehand.
Home Movie 16: All I Wanna Do Is…
Character: Sakura
Pairing: none
Summary: I’m a child of war, and it altered my life.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She stepped over the body in front of her, cleaning her kunai on the nameless man’s shirt. Rifling through his pockets only got her a few ryou and what looked to be a business card for a stripper, of all things.
People had money for strippers these days?
She swiftly stashed the kunai in her pouch, sidestepping the trash littering the alley and hurriedly making her way to the darkened street in front of her. Cloud at this time of night was deserted, as always, but you never knew who would jump out at you. So she stayed in the shadows by the buildings, protecting herself with the night-like shroud.
A prostitute at the corner waved, and Sakura just nodded. Mizu she knew, as she was a regular in the bar down the street that rented rooms. Sakura’s new “home.”
Shrieking and laughing could be heard from the bar down the street, and somewhere in the distance she could hear the sounds of gunshots.
Definitely not shinobi.
Guns had migrated to the countries as the governments fell, quickly replacing her beloved ninja weapons. As did counterfeit documents of citizenship to get into the few areas still safe. The world after Akastuki was terrifying, but she had adapted. Everybody had.
A gun was secure at her hip, just like her kunai.
She watched a man make his way down the street toward her, hiding in her shadows.
This wouldn’t do, at all. She didn’t know him. That usually meant trouble.
She was quickly pulled into the next alleyway, a hand going over her mouth and another over her free hand to prevent her from pulling the gun.
“Chill, Sakura. You get the papers?”
She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah. In my pocket.” She reached down, pulling a small square of papers out and handing them to Kiba, one of the few people she had seen since the Leaf went underground, making it virtually impossible for shinobi on missions to get back home.
“Thanks. Man, hopefully this’ll get me into Tea.”
She could see the hopefulness in his eyes, and she didn’t want to tear it down. Tea meant life, meant a chance of connecting with his family.
She was pretty sure it fell a few months ago, not long after Moon.
“You know, the last guy who pulled me into an alley is still there. And he’s not happy.”
He shrugged, looking sheepish, before waving a hand at her and disappearing onto the roof. She shook her head, watching as the man from earlier drunkenly hobbled past her little alcove of an alley.
Kiba would be back. It might be a few weeks, but…
When he was gone she stepped back into the city night of Cloud, eyes alert and hand on her hip. It only took a few seconds to come up behind the man from earlier and push him into the alley where her last kill lay, slitting his throat and searching the body.
Not much, again.
It seemed like it was gonna be a slow night. Which sucked for her, considering that Cloud’s newest dictator didn’t pay by the hour but by information, anything she could get off the bodies. Enforcing curfew gave her little in the way of wages, and she needed any extra she could get.
She stepped out of the alley, noticing no other stragglers that looked out of place. The road was vacant, silent, waiting for her alone.
“I fly like paper, get high like planes…”
Maybe one day she could be like Kiba again, maybe she could get to go home. Maybe she could hope. But she doubted it. Her country had abandoned her long ago, and she didn’t see any way they would take her back after the long list of questionable employment she had.
“All I wanna do is Bang Bang Bang Bang…”
She kicked some trash out of her way, continuing to saunter down the road.
“And take your money…”
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A/N: Yeah, I know, so totally out there, right? But I can’t help it, the muse is responsible for all.