Gang Bang

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto…

-Welcome-


The lump of sheets and blanket groaned at the sunlight filtering through the window. A pink head burrowed deeper into the pillow.

The alarm went off. Time to get up if she wanted to make it to work on time and avoid another lecture from Iruka on the importance of punctuality. She almost started moving.

Wait a second. Sakura’s mind clicked into motion.

Holy Shit!

Memories of yesterday flooded back to her. She didn’t have a job anymore. Well, not really. Unless you included the masterminding of some outrageously diabolical plan to enter the ranks of one of the most elite gangs around.

Piece of cake. Sakura didn’t really have any problems with lying to herself. But it never hurt to be prepared and the early bird did ketch the worm. She kicked the covers aside contemplating worm flavored cakes.

The shower left her feeling more optimistic and refreshed then she had in a long time. The good mood she had been caught up in lasted midway through applying lotion to cleanly shaven legs. It was then that tragic realization struck.

What the hell was she going to wear?

Obviously this was more of a crisis then she had anticipated. Two hours later found her still wrapped in her towel and coming to the conclusion that her years on the force had turned her into a beige loving prude. There were rows upon rows on button up collared shirts in a rainbow of neutral. Her pants were neatly pressed, kaki, navy blue, or black. Even her underwear was boring, white cotton. Her findings left her feeling deflated and somewhat disgusted. How could she have possibly become this boring without noticing it?

Rummaging through the hall closet proved slightly more profitable. There was a box containing what remained of the more rebellious stages of her youth.

Shifting through remnants of her past was leaving her slightly nostalgic and more then a little worried. She hadn’t been a wild child but she had liked to play the part.

She wouldn’t be pretending anymore. It was hardly a comforting thought. The clammy hand of doubt squeezed at her heart. What in the world had she been thinking? Did she really think she could pull this off? This wasn’t some game. Was she really ready?

Sakura tightened her grip on the shirt that she had just taken from the hanger. This was her dream and nothing was going to get in the way of her success. The fear slowly drained away under her resolution. She sighed, the tension in body relaxing.

This was her chance to prove herself. Prove that she was someone worthy. She wouldn’t fail.

And of course proving that worth started with picking the right outfit. Sakura’s eye began to twitch. She was going to have to go shopping but she might as well wait until she could gather some information on what kinds of things to buy, it was clear that her fashion sense was severely lacking.

Miraculously she managed to unearth a somewhat tolerable ensemble. Sakura couldn’t remember when she had last felt so pleased with herself.

There was a pair of jeans. Old and soft, sporting a hole in the left knee, a large bleach stain on one of the back pockets, and randomly spaced splatters of orange paint from when Iruka had been redecorating and had enlisted her help. And considering they were the only bottoms she owned that weren’t ironed…well they won hands down. Even luckier was the discovery of her old steel-toe leather ass-kicking boots. They were heavy and pinched her feet but they screamed ‘Don’t fuck with me.’ She had forgotten how much she loved those boots. There was a moment’s deliberation before she pulled out a stretchy white spaghetti-strap undershirt from on of her drawers. And wham bam she was done.

There was a good inch of skin showing from the bottom of her shirt to the top of her pants. She pulled back her long hair into a messy pile on top of her head, pink tendrils fell forward framing her face.

What next? Accessories! She was starting to get into this now, it had been a while since she had cared how she looked and it was kind of fun. But only a very little bit, probably everyone it the universe would be better off if they wore uniforms.

Dust from her jewelry box made her sneeze when she opened it. There was a ring for every finger, a few bangers that tinkled against each other when she put them on, and simple studs for her ears. Lastly she opened the small box that had been crammed in between several pairs of black nylons and white tube socks.

It held her most closely guarded secret. Ok so maybe that was a dramatization but whatever. It was a nose ring. All these years she had carefully made sure that it didn’t close up and now she wouldn’t have to feel embarrassed over displaying her guilty pleasure.

Sakura looked at herself in the mirror and grinned. Everything about her screamed teenage delinquent. But there was still something missing.

Spotting her handcuffs on the bedside table she snatched them up, and attached then to one of the front belt loops. Perfect. Now she was hardcore.

After a brief celebration at completing the first stage of this new adventure Sakura set out to pack. Just like her desk there really wasn’t much to take. Her life was the job. A toothbrush, change of underwear, some sweats for pajamas, a few books, and her trusty mug. It all fit into a small backpack. The last thing she took was the knife set Iruka had given her for her last Birthday. There were five well crafted blades complete with wrist, thigh, and ankle sheathes. NO doubt they had cost him a pretty penny but she couldn’t refuse them, just like she couldn’t leave them behind now. They had become her pride and joy. She tossed four into her bag along with the cleaning kit and attached the last to her arm. There weren’t any weapon restrictions in Konoha.

Slinging the backpack over her shoulder she stuffed her wallet into her pocket and headed for the door, turning off the light. After locking up she pushed the keys through the mail slot. Done and done.

Sakura walked away from her former life without looking back.

Public transportation had never been Sakura’s ideal. It was slow, dirty, and cramped but today she enjoyed watching the other passengers sitting next to her and the city passing by through the windows on the bus.

Wearing a badge had caused her to experience Konoha in a certain way, to view it in a certain light. It had been oppressive, dismal, hopeless. But now she was a participant in the everyday life taking place around her, not a referee. It changed everything, a huge weight was had been lifted.

Sakura had to restrain herself from skipping down the street towards Come Come Paradise from the bus stop. But she couldn’t hold back the smile that spread on her face. It was a beautiful day for a new beginning.

The smile vanished when she reached her destination.

It was yellow. Bright yellow. With large neon red lettering (currently turned off) that read, ‘Come Come Paradise!’ There weren’t any windows, just a single red door.

Sakura approached the eyesore reluctantly. This is where she would be working? It certainly didn’t look like any of the places she associated with gangs. But it was reported to be the number one Spiral hangout.

Her hand was poised to knock when the door flew open, missing her face by mere inches.

“HEY! Thank was close, ass-“ she glared murderously at the white haired man standing in front of her.

“Oh good you’re here.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside slamming the door shut behind them.

The club was too dark to make out any details so Sakura focused on the man in front of her. The back of his T-Shirt was decorated with the picture of a scantily clad woman blowing a kiss. She mentally cringed.

“The other girls are excited to meet you. I told them that you were my long lost niece, and that from the moment I saw you, you because the apple of my eye. Which is true, you know.” Sakura felt his thumb rub across her hand. Ewwwwww. “Here we are. Don’t worry; you are going to do great.” He directed her through a lit doorway with a little slap on her derriere. “Hop to it.”

Sakura turned on him ready to inflict some serious pain only to find he had disappeared. Damn. The little bastard was spry.

“Hey you the new girl?”

Sakura froze. She forced herself to turn towards the voice hoping her courage wouldn’t fail her.

“Uhh. Yeah I guess that would be me. I’m Sakura. Nice to meet you.” She gave a half smile and a nervous wave.

A supermodel blond wearing purple pleather pants and a shimmery halter top stepped forward extending her hand. “I’m Ino. It’s always a pleasure to meet someone new when you’re stuck with the same bitches’ day in and day out.” She said fondly indicated the others behind her.

“Don’t be such a slut, Ino.” A brown-eyed brunet snapped. Her hair was braided and wrapped into two thick buns. Her nails were lacquered orange matching a long-sleeve Chinese style shirt. Her black skirt was merely a fringe covering her upper thighs. “I’m TenTen.”

Another blond moved up beside TenTen. Her hair was twisted into a series of knots sticking out in the back. The slinky green dress she wore had detachable sleeves. She looked killer in her lime-green stilettos. Her eyes were cooler then the other two. “Temari” she said taking Sakura’s hand after TenTen.

“Hinata, get your ass out here, the new girl has arrived.” Ino yelled behind her. A girl walked out of the back. Her hair was dark blue, white eyes outlined in thick eyeliner, mouth done up in cherry lipstick. She was wearing some kind of maid looking outfit with petticoats and garter. There was a frilly black and white lace choker around her neck. Total Gothic Lolita.

Her hands were folded in front of her. “H-Hello.”

“Hi.” Sakura noticed that after Hinata she was the shortest woman in the room and that she seemed to be horribly underdressed.

Ino seemed to sense her distress. “Don’t worry about your clothes, you look great.” Sakura blushed.

“Thanks.”

“Sooooo what’s your story?” TenTen asked.

“Things have been kinda rough lately. Couldn’t make my rent last month and got kicked out. But I got a letter from some guy named Jrraiya saying that he was my mom’s brother. When I told him my situation he offered me this job and a chance to get back on my feet. Everything I got is in this bag.”

“So you really are related to the old pervert?” Ino asked.

Sakura shrugged. “It doesn’t really matter to me. He said he would help and that’s what’s important at the moment.” They all nodded together in understanding. “What about you guys?”

“The usual, just trying to get by.” TenTen answered for all of them. “This place isn’t so bad, it grows on you.” She smiled.

Her brown eyes widened when they settled on Sakura’s wrist. “Wow, nice blade. You know how to use it or is it just for show?”

Temari loomed closer finally taking an interest in the newcomer, “Looks too practical and well made to be for show. You got any skill?”

“I’m not bad.” The other four girls shared a secret look.

“How about a little competition then?” Ino asked. “Unless you too frightened to put your money were your mouth is.”

“What kind of competition?”

“Target throwing. You against TenTen.” The blond smirked.

“I’m better at hand to hand but sure why not.” The knife flashed into her hand. “Name the terms.”

Temari looked over her shoulder and pointed to a dart board on the other end of the room. “There, closest to the center wins. One throw.”

“Winner gets out of clean up tonight.”

TenTen stepped forward, “I’ll go first if you want.”

“Please” Sakura made an indication with her hand and her opponent raised an eyebrow. TenTen looked confident in her skill. Sakura quickly learned that the woman’s confidence was not misplaced. She hit the bull’s-eye dead on. “Nice.”

Standing next to TenTen, Sakura centered herself and released the dagger with a flick of her wrist.

Sakura’s knife was sticking out of the handle of TenTen’s. Hinata’s mouth was in a surprised ‘o’, Ino snorted, Temari’s eyes held fractional amusement, and TenTen smiled down at her. But she could feel a new level of respect form all of them.

“How do you do that?” Hinata whispered.

“I try and aim for the middle.” She answered nonchalantly. There was a moment of silence before they all burst into giggles even Temari.

“I guess that you won.” TenTen said with an arm slung over her shoulder. “Although it was really rather unfair of you not to tell us the extent of your prowess.”

“If you hadn’t gone first I would have lost. You are very good.”

TenTen smile grew. “Maybe.”

“I have a proposal. I’ll help with clean up if I can ask a favor.”

“What’s the favor?” Temari asked sounding wary.

Sakura looked embarrassed. “I need to…well…uhhh”

“Spit it out.” Ino urged.

“I need to go shopping. And,” spreading her arms wide to indicate her clothing, “I am afraid that I might need help.”

“Sakura my dear new friend, you know the quickest way to this girl’s heart.” Ino laughed.

“So you’ll help?”

“Oh of course, seeing as how you are near desperate.”

“I thought you said I looked good?”

“I said you looked great, but we could make you look a whole lot better then great.” The rest of the girls nodded.

Jiraiya popped his head in the door. “Will you be ready anytime soon, my sweets?”

“Hold your horses, pervert.” Ino snarled at him. “Good luck on your fist day, try not to fall down or you’ll probably get trampled.”

“I’m expecting a rematch so don’t quite too soon.” TenTen winked and followed Ino out.

Hinata walked up to her looking a little shy. “If you have any q-questions please don’t hesitate to ask. It was very nice to meet you.”

Temari was the last to stand in front of her. “You’re ok.”

“Thanks” Sakura answered sarcastically. Temari smiled.

“You’re welcome.”

Jiraiya gave her a strange look when they were alone. “To be honest I was a little skeptical about you. But you’ve cleared a hurdle getting those four to like you. With them on your side, they’ll find you easier to accept.” He turned before she could reply.

“They?”

Clearing her mind, Sakrua pushed through the door and began her first day of work.