Gang Bang

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto…

-Meeting-

Lying on the ground where she had been dropped Sakura could vaguely make out the two figures behind her attacker. One was crouching on top of a nearby dumpster while the other leaned against the opposite wall, arms crossed over his chest.

“She’s not one of yours. Why interfere?”

“Maybe I just don’t like you.” The man against the wall pushed forward, letting his arms fall to his sides.

“You’re way too ugly to be pawing at something so pretty.” The other man mocked unfolding from his hunched position to tower over the ally.

“Now it looks as though you’ve already roughed her up a bit.” The man on the ground said as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Shooting her attacker a disturbing smile he continued, “How very unfortunate for you.” Tap Tap Tap. He patted the bottom of the box before selecting one and placing it between his lips. “I believe some retaliation is in order.” Sakura sensed him drawing chakra into his hand, he snapped his fingers creating a spark and lit the cigarette. He took a long drag and let out a puff of smoke. “What do you think?”

“I think your out of line challenging me, you little brat.”

“Dude manners. Get some. If you keep acting like such an asshole, you won’t have any friends left. I’ll give you a few lessons if you want. I won’t even charge you…much.” The other man added cracking his knuckles.

Sakura didn’t like not knowing what was going on. She liked it even less that everyone seemed to be ignoring her. “If anyone is going to teach this fucker lessons it’s going to me.”

The man on the dumpster laughed, “I like her,” he said turning to his companion, who shrugged.

“You would.”

Sakura snorted and shakily stood up.

“Why don’t you two get lost I have the situation completely under control.” This time it was Kisame who laughed.

“Hear that, she wants you to fuck off and leave us alone.”

“You wouldn’t know how to handle a woman like her.”

They were pissing her off. No one seemed to be taking her seriously and she had had just about enough of them comparing dick sizes. It was time for some action. Gathering chakra into her fist she punched the blue man as hard as she could. He flew backwards smashing into the building. The brick cracked behind him.

“Wow.”

Kisame fell to his knees throwing up blood. In the blink of an eye he was up and coming after her, hatred radiating from him. His attack stopped short when two bodies suddenly appeared in front of her.

“That’s enough. You’re even now. Leave.” Cold authority.

“Shit man she totally whopped on you.”

Kisame snarled at them but backed away. “I’m not done with you yet, bitch.” Then he disappeared.

Sakura ignored his words and wondered if she could find someone to teach her that nifty transportation technique.

“That was great! Kisame totally got his ass handed to him. You’re a lot better then I thought. Fucking awesome.” She got a thumbs up. Ugh how juvenile.

“So who are you?” She asked. There wasn’t enough light in the ally to make out anything other then their shadowy forms.

The one smoking suddenly flicked his cigarette away crushing it under his heel, heading towards the street. “Time to go.”

The other man moved closer, “Well,” Sakura felt warm lips on her cheek. “See you around.” He whispered. She flailed out at him halfheartedly and he easily evaded her clumsy attempts to slap him. Bouncing away he threw an arm around his friend’s shoulder.

“Let’s keep her.”

“Hnn” There was a glimpse of gold and black as they reached the light and then they disappeared like Kisame had. Weird.

Exhaustion washed over her, using chakra had been a bad idea considering the shape she was in but it had been necessary in order to get her point across. Besides it had been so worth it to see Kisame on the ground in front of her.

It was a miracle she managed to lock the door behind her before collapsing on the bed. She was asleep before her head hit the pillow.

******

Bang Bang. Was someone hitting her in the head with a hammer? No it was just someone at the door. Maybe if she ignored them they’d go away.

“Sakura we know you’re in there, open the door or we’ll break it down.” Ino said between pounds. What was with all these people stopping by? She never had visitors before. Sakura tried to call out that she was coming and not to break anything but her mouth didn’t seem to be working right. There was a sharp pain in her stomach as she shuffled to the door.

When she opened it Ino’s angry face went slack, “Oh my god,” she whispered. Sakura could see TenTen, Hinata, and Temari in the hallway behind her.

‘Hey Guys why don’t you come in’ was what she meant to say but what came out was, “Phe Gaaas, ii on’t ooo mmmm in?” Luckily for her guests Sakura was proficient in hand gesturing.

They piled into the apartment; it was barely large enough to hold them all but no one complained. They sat in a circle on the floor.

TenTen winced when she got a closer look at Sakura’s face, Hinata looked as though she was going to cry, and Temari was trying to keep from smiling.

“You didn’t put any ice on it last night did you?” TenTen asked and winced again when Sakura tried to answer.

“UUuu”

“Maybe you shouldn’t talk” Ino said and a pink head nodded in agreement. Her mouth was starting to really hurt.

“You haven’t seen it yet have you?” Rummaging through her bag she pulled out a hand mirror. “Here.”

Sakura looked awful. One side of her face was completely discolored and swollen. Her bottom lip was split and red. Her eye was surrounded in a ring of black and barely open. There was an array of purples, and yellows, decorating her cheek. She started to cry.

“It’s not that bad.” TenTen consoled.

Hinata moved closer to give her a tentative hug. Sakura gasped. She lifted up her shirt, reveling solid black and blue that wrapped around to her back. Even Temari’s eye narrowed at the sight.

“Oh I am so sorry. I can’t believe I just hugged you like that with out thinking.” White eyes wide with mortification.

"They didn’t say anything about this.” Ino said with a look between anger and worry.

“Fuuu?”

“Those fucking bastards said that you were fine, that they made it in time. They told us to wait and check on you in the morning.” TenTen had begun to caress the knife at her thigh.

“FUUU?” Sakura tried again.

“Uzumaki and Uchiha.” Temari answered.

“Yeah we noticed Kisame staking you out last night and figured that that bitch Anko sent him so we called in reinforcements.” Ino explained. Sooooo those two guys from last night had been the great Uzumaki and Uchiha? Hmmmm.

“Ummm Sakura?” Hinata had returned to her side. “Is it really true that you hit Kisame?” The pink-haired woman’s mangled face twisted further in a vicious smile. “Good”

“We better get you ready. It’s our day off, and after last night the rest of the bastards are demanding to meet you.” Sakura could hardly argue with the still fuming burnet.

“Don’t worry TenTen I know how to get the perfect revenge on those arrogant pricks.” Ino said. “Remember how they were bragging what hero’s they were, having saved the poor defenseless damsel in distress? Well, we’ll just show them how ‘successful’ they were. Plus it will give Sakura the chance to show off her body.”

“Oph, Goooii”

By the time they were done the swelling on Sakura’s face had gone down enough so that she could speak legibly but her it still looked nasty.

Looking down at herself she couldn’t believe what they had dressed her up in. She was ubber slut meets backstreet bitch. They french braided her hair down the front and up the back so they met in a messy bun on either side of her head. She was wearing a black tube top that left her midriff exposed, showing off her battered skin. The jean cut-offs, supposedly her bottoms, were so short that the garters holding up her sheer black stockings were visible. Lastly they had added a pair of suspenders and leather hand-gloves with the fingers cut out. Sakura had vetoed the six inch heels they had wanted her to wear in favor of her beloved boots.

They all stood back to admire their handy work.

“Damn.” Ino said. “I only wished that I looked half as good as you do when I’m half as beat up as you are.”

“I hope those idiots feel like shit the second they see you. Even if the don’t they defiantly will by the end of night because every man that sets eyes on you will be competing for the honor of extracting your vengeance. And heaping insults on the loser who would let
something like this happen to such a pretty girl.” TenTen smiled.

“You look beautiful.” Temari stated it as fact.

Hinata giggled.

There were tears in Sakura’s eyes when she turned to them. Why did they have to be so damn nice? She let herself pretend for a moment that they really were her friends. “Thank you.” She said softly. They seemed to understand how truly grateful she was and the women shared a quite moment.

“Group hug!”

They came together for a careful embrace, cautious of how fragile Sakura was. It felt warm and welcoming. Realization hit that she already cared greatly about these women who had accepted her so quickly into their little group. She sighed things were getting complicated. A few minutes later they broke apart and silently left the apartment.

Sakura’s breath caught, parked on the sidewalk was a spectacularly candy-apple red 1976 Cadillac Eldorado convertible, complete with original white leather interior, and parade boot fuel injection. It was gorgeous.

“Beautiful isn’t she? This is Shika’s most prized possession. Hop in.” Ino smiled wickedly before sliding behind the wheel. The others piled into the back so she could sit in the front. Sakura lowered herself to the soft cushioned seats slowly, savoring the feeling she was sinking into.

Ino revved the engine and stepped on the gas. Purrs like a kitten.

Sakura wasn’t surprised to find that they were headed to Come Come Paradise. The club looked different at night. The yellow was less offensive, red neon lights transforming it into an orangish haze. A line of underage punks wrapped around the building, and three thick men stood behind a velvet rope making sure they didn’t get in.

“Ladies” One of the men said unhooking the rope, and letting them through.

“Thanks” Ino grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the door and into the club. It felt a bit awkward coming back as a customer.

The walk from the entrance to the base of the stairs was a daunting task. People were bumping into her from every direction, brushing against the vast expanses of her bruised flesh. She gritted her teeth and tried to avoid contact as much as possible.

At the top of the stairs there was another rope and an even scarier man. He was about half the size of the three brutes outside but he felt about a hundred times more dangerous.

“Who’s this?” He pointed at their pink-haired companion.

“This is Sakura. She’s the new waitress Jiraiya hired; she’s here to meet the boys.” He nodded but when she tried to pass he caught her arm.

“Sorry but since your new I need to give you a pat down…just in case.”

“And just where do you think she’s hiding her weapons of mass destruction?” Ino said irritably. The man looked her over and shrugged at Ino. Sakura pushed the taller woman away before she exploded at the man and allowed him to run his hands over her body; he was gentle and considerate but thorough.

“You’re clear.” He stepped back from her and she followed the others up the last few steps.

Sakura had only ever worked the bottom floor so she looked around in curiosity. One of the walls was a bank of windows looking out over the club. She glanced down at the writhing bodies, glad to have escaped the melee of groping hands and sweaty skin. The rest of the room was set up in typical lounge fashion. With couches and chairs for reclining and a soft shag rug floor. The lighting was dim but thankfully a good portion of the noise from the club was blocked out, so you didn’t have to yell to be heard.

It was nice.

The girls lead her over to one of the couches facing the stairs, sitting her down in the shadows.

“They should be here any min…” Ino’s squeal of delight broke off TenTen’s comment. A blonde streak raced across the room nearly knocking down one pissed-off looking man. “That’s Shikamaru, Ino’s boyfriend. He can come off as a chauvinistic ass-hole but most of it is just a show to piss Ino off. He likes getting her relied up, must make the sex better.” Sakura blushed and looked him over.

The dark pony-tail reminded her of Iruka, and she liked his earrings. His outfit was sexy and simple, a black form fitting tank-top and loose pants. He looked pretty good even with his mouth twisted in disapproval. There was a softness in his eyes when he gently untangled himself from Ino’s embrace that spoke volumes of how he really felt about his girlfriend. Sakura smirked when she heard him mumble, “Troublesome wench” fondly under his breath.

TenTen pointed to the man behind Shikamaru. “That’s Choji he’s pretty mellow. Man’s a fucking genius in the kitchen, he can get a little preoccupied with food but he can make you anything you’re craving at anytime. He and Temari have been going out for a few months and after what happened with Kankuro…” Sakura didn’t press hearing the distress in the other woman’s voice. “He has been really good to her.”

Temari walked over to him and allowed the man to take her hand, and place a quick kiss against her cheek. His face was boyishly handsome and young, putting him in more of the adorable, cute column instead of dead sexy. With his hair molded into a mohawk, and his eyebrow piercing he looked like a rebellious teenager. Bandages were wrapped around his hands up to the elbow. On his white shirt was red lettering that read, ‘Iron Chef.’

Drawing her attention away from the odd couple she watched Hinata move away to join the next two. TenTen leaned in closer, “Shino and Kiba. Shino is pretty introverted but he treats Hinata right. Kiba’s a bit of an obnoxious jerk but he’s savagely protective and loyal. The three of them grew up together and the boys have been vying for her attention and affection for years. They just recently came to this new arrangement.” There was a pause as they watched Hinata shyly move towards Kiba giving him a peck on the cheek, but when he reached out to grab her she dodged and hid behind Shino who looked about as moveable as a rock. “They’re still working it out.” She finished.

Shino eyed the smaller man impassively behind dark tinted sunglasses, arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing a coat of light blue with the collar flipped up so that the lower half of his face was invisible. A warning growl rumbled out of Kiba’s throat. The hood of his sweat-shirt was lined in faux fur framing his face. The unique tattoos on his cheeks stood out stark against his skin even in the half-light. They were both pretty hot. Hinata was one lucky woman.

Spiral members seemed to be the GQ poster boys for gangsterlicious. It was like a club for all the most incredibly good-looking men in the city.

Sakura jumped when she felt something lick her hand. “That’s Akamaru, he’s some stray Kiba picked up. Looks like he likes you. He’s not usually that friendly with people he doesn’t know.” The small white dog looked up at her with loving eyes, he reminded her of the golden retriever mug sitting at home and she gave him a few pats and a scratch. He jumped up onto the couch and settled into her lap.

That’s Lee. He is annoyingly sweet.” Sakura gave her friend a questioning look but TenTen held up a hand, “Trust me its possible. You’ll see what I mean. He’s a really good guy, just a little more overzealous then most people can handle. I think that he’s going to really like you.” She said with a smirk. “And once you get used to him I’m sure that you’ll like him too.”

Taking a closer look, two words popped involuntarily into her mind. Creepy Eyebrows. They were massive and accompanied with that bowl cut. Ick. He was wearing dark denim jeans and long-sleeve green underarmor* that showed every line and bulge of muscle, and there were many. Damn the boy was ripped, his body all sinewy and…Ahhh! Stop drooling, look at his face! Eyebrows! EYEBROWS!

He smiled showing his gleaming white teeth, and winked. She forced herself to smile weakly back at him.

“Next is Gaara. He’s Temari’s younger brother. They are the newest members. No one really knows why he joined since he is more of the lone wolf type. He’s crazy powerful but it’s like there is something wrong with him. Almost broken. So be careful around him, he’s not as stable as the others and if he snaps it won’t be pretty.” This one was the sexiest one yet. Tousled red hair sticking out in all directions, heavy black eyeliner outlining his green eyes, tight black vinyl pants, fishnet shirt. Yummy. There was a tattoo on his forehead half hidden by his unruly bangs, it said ‘Love’. His gaze passed over her without acknowledgement. Sakura licked her lips. She’d always had a thing from moody Goth boys.

Her companion’s breathing sped up. “And that’s Neji, he mine…” she panted before getting up and going to him. Sakura had to admit that he was pretty damn fine. His long coffee hair held back with that headband and those same white eyes Hinata had. Must be related. He was wearing a cream jacket with large strips that seemed to velcro it shut and dark brown pants.

Wow this ‘meeting’ was turning into every straight girl’s wet dream.

Only two left. The two that had ‘saved’ her life last night. The two that were the most important to her mission. The two infamous leaders of Spiral. She looked up from giving Akamaru a good rub behind the ears.

Her heart skipped a beat and then another one. At the head of the stairs were the two most beautiful men she had ever seen. Uchiha and Uzumaki as different and complementary as night and day. A matched pair.

Uchiha Sasuke was dark. Ebony hair swept back in gel aided spikes, translucently pale skin. Eyes so shadowed that his pupils were indistinguishable against their color; twin pools of cool solid black. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt untucked and rolled up at the sleeve, along with a loosened black tie, pants and a matching jacket slung over his shoulder. Not to mention spiffy polished shoes. She could see the outline of a pack of cigarettes in his front shirt pocket. There was a katana in his hand. How the Fuck had he gotten in here with that? So not fair.

Uzumaki Naruto was bright. Those sparkling cerulean eyes and that devastating smile were enough to melt any girl’s socks off. His hair was a shock of shinny gold, body humming with energy, radiating warmth. Was she getting hot just looking at him?

Yep, pretty much.

He was standing relaxed, shoulder against a wall, hands in the pockets of the baggy orange pants he was wearing beneath the white trench coat that sported flames licking up its sides. And he was totally blinged out, gold earrings, chains, even rings covered him. Crazy.

They were beyond confident; they were the worst kind of arrogant, possessing that rare validated vanity. In other words they were as sexy as hell and they knew it.

She was suddenly determined not to fall under the spell of their good looks and overpowering masculinity, but she couldn’t help but feel a little flustered at the thought that they looked so good while she looked like a meat factory reject slab. Oh well, can’t be helped.


Sakura stood up holding Akamaru all eyes locked onto her. “Uhh How do you do? I’m Sakura. Nice to meet you.” She didn’t know what to do so she started with a formal greeting.

“You didn’t take proper care of the beating you got, your face looks awful.” Sasuke’s soft melodic words, sliced at her pride, and her head drooped.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many shades of bruise before. Wow, Sakura-chan.” Her head shot up and suddenly she was angry.

“Please call me Haruno-san.”

Naruto stuck a finger in his ear, “What was that Sakura-chan. I couldn’t hear you.” There was a mischievous grin on his face that said even if she yelled it an inch from his ear he wouldn’t hear her request. Akamaru struggled in her arms wanting down.

Sakura obliged the dog. There was a collective hiss when her stomach was bare.

“Is this the extent of your protection?” Neji asked sounding unpleased and unimpressed, a clearly hostile TenTen was clinging to his arm.

“It is unacceptable that you allowed such youthful beauty, to come to so tragic an end.” Lee said gesturing dramatically, and ending in a steady glare directed towards his two leaders.

Naruto and Sasuke seemed to ignore them, moving closer to Sakura. Sasuke switched the sword to his other hand and reached out placing his fingers lightly on her side. Sakura sucked in her breath at the sudden pain. Naruto’s hand came up to cup the unharmed portion of her face. There was regret in his eyes, he was unhappy that this had happened to her.

“I’m sorry Sakura-chan. If we had known the extent of your injuries…”

“Kisame would have been crawling from that ally.” Sasuke finished for him.

“Well I was going to say that we would have taken her to the hospital but sure that too.”

Sakura only nodded and stepped back away from their touch. She was finding it difficult to think of anything but their hands on her. Hurt flashed over Naruto’s face and Sasuke’s eyes hardened but they respected her distance.

“We are here tonight for the possible induction of a new member into Spiral. Sakura Haruno.” Naruto began his good mood returning.

“If she makes it through the initiation.” Sasuke added. His tone voicing doubt at the possibility of her success.


*UNDERARMOR is that stuff football players and other athletes wear under their uniforms. It is sort of like spandex but softer and has amazing breathing qualities.