✔︎ Sakura's Moronic Best Friends (1/2)

Chapter 8; K-Kisame?!

Sakura was currently trapped between Kisame and a hard place.

In other words, her face was buried in Kisame's massive, exquisitely well-muscled chest and his rock-hard arms, which were holding her a bit too tightly.

She also could not breathe.

She made some half-hearted attempts to kick Kisame, but even when he was accidentally suffocating her with his chest, he was still one of those guys who was simply too good-natured and fun-loving to honestly attempt to mortally injure. Which was something her kicks were known to do. Especially when certain parts of the male anatomy were involved.

Sakura idly thought that maybe she should have reconstructed her choice of wording from earlier. Maybe saying that she wouldn't mind being kidnapped again was a stupid thing to say in the midst of red eyed Uchihas and a mansion full of men who wanted to jump into her pants. Maybe it was just the tiniest poor choice of words when the whole reason she was even in this predicament was because of a kidnapping via her two best friends.

Maybe.

But Sakura was sometimes hot-headed, and even though she'd deny it to the grave, she had been somewhat unsettled by the roundabout gleam in the men's red eyes when she appeared in Mikoto's old clothes. So, really, none of this was even her fault.

It was her instincts fault, for triggering her fight or flight response, and telling her brain that it was time to get the fuck out of there, and the large, imposing blue man who had practically just offered to take her away was a much better offer than staying in the vicinity of Uchiha men.

Plus, she trusted Kisame.

Sort of.

When her choices were practically any Uchiha man or Kisame, she'd choose Kisame, hands down.

He wouldn't jump her, at least.

Well...

She didn't think so, at the very least. And that was about as good as she was gonna get at that point.

Kisame must have gotten the hint from her gasping and sputtering sounds and the feebly attacks onto his chest-seriously. What the hell was he doing to have a chest like that?-in a desperate attempt to receive oxygen to her poor lungs, because he put her down.

Sakura gasped for air like a puckering fish. "I think" - gasp - "you gave me" - gasp - "whiplash." It was a testimony to how much her lungs hated her at that point that Sakura didn't immediately lash out at Kisame.

Kisame just grinned down at her and shrugged nonchalantly. "Sorry, squirt. The others would have followed if I wasn't fast enough."

Despite his size, Kisame was pretty damn quick when he wanted to be. He wasn't on par with Madara or Itach or Sakura or Tobi or even Shisui, but still. For a giant, it was pretty impressive how fast he could move.

But then again, he did have to tackle men like Deidara and occasionally Hidan (A/N: If Kakuzu was indisposed at the moment.) from repeatedly jumping Sakura. So. There was that.

Once Sakura could-somewhat-properly breathe again and the black spots left her vision, she looked to where Kisame had dragged her to.

They were in some corridor in the house, she knew that much. Unfortunately, that was about all she knew. Every freakin' hallway in the mansion looked the same to her, and no matter how hard she tried, she was never able to fully understand directions in the house.

Sasuke tried numerous times to explain to her how to navigate her way through the house, but, honestly, Sakura had an inkling that even Sasuke would get confused in his own home. He was just too prideful to show it.