A/N: My first one shot. Heh! May contain scenes not suitable for young readers. (But you read it anyway. Don't say I didn't warn you!) ⚠

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"Oh please, I beg of you! Let me go!" The pinkette cried, her voice echoing the room of what seems to be an abandoned storage house with only three of them hearing her booming echoes. She was tied up on a wooden chair, her wrists at her back and her feet tied tightly together. She was kidnapped, once again, and all she was doing was shopping! It was tiring her out. Her two kidnappers though was busy contacting the Haruno's for a ransom in exchange for her life.

"Is that what you wanted me to say?" She grinned, closely followed by a laugh.
"Shut up, bitch!" The man in a red poorly sewn jacket raged.
"Uuhhhh it's getting boring." She complained while the two were continuously browsing her phone. "If you're looking for my mom or my dad's contact number, well, better look somewhere else."
"Tch this bitch." The other man, much younger than the other one, probably just a teenager, had been irritated with her since the time she was taken on their getaway car, and threatened her with a knife pointed in hopes of getting her to shut up as he loses his temper.

"Chill, dude." She smirked.

Before she can even follow up her statement, her phone actually rang, notifying a call.
"Who is it?" The cherry blossom asked casually.
"Err.. just numbers, no name written." The man who held her phone said.
"Answer it, quickly! It might be them!" The other man shoved his knife back where it belonged and grabbed the phone.

"Hello?" He started, putting the call on speaker.
"I would like to have a word with Ms. Haruno Sakura." An unfamiliar voice responded right away, formal, deep, manly and composed. Even the pinkette didn't recognize it.
"Speak with us! We want 500M for her life!"
"I don't want to repeat myself." His voice, both commanding and threathening which got the cherry blossom quite curious. There was something about his voice, even the kidnappers had followed, hesitation at its best.

At first, she didn't want to talk, but maybe she'll do so, considering her attention was clearly taken by this mysterious man.
"Hey," She mumbled when the man pointed the phone towards her face.
"Are you hurt?" He said, still it was stern yet somehow you could feel it was more gentle.
"Well, my wrists kinda hurts," she rolled her eyes.
"Good." He responded. What? I'm hurt and that's what you say? Her subconscious shooked her head in disapproval.

The door suddenly flung open, giving the three of them a startle, the two men drawing their knives and guns. The younger one, suddenly walked beside the pinkette and pointed his knife closely by her throat.

But the pinkette was quite distracted and barely noticed the threat. The man in black entered alone, his phone on his hand, and a stern, cold look on his face.

"Hand her over." He calmly said, his posture was relaxed, as if he had been doing this almost everyday in his life.
"Where's the money?!" The old man shouted in frustration, seeing the man empty handed.
"I don't want to repeat myself, then again. I try to conquer this day without spilling blood, but if you insist.."

The gunshot echoed the place loudly. It all happened so fast, the cherry blossom's eyes were widen in shock.

The older man shouted in pain at the floor, he was shot closely to his left leg, unable to balance himself any longer.
"B-brother!" The man left Sakura, and came to aid the fallen man.

"You!" He said threatheningly.

"You're too young to be a criminal. This must be your first time." He said, "I don't want to kill you and your brother but if need be, I will." He said in nonchalance as he crossed right at them and walked towards the cherry blossom tied up. Sakura looked at him as he stood closely. He was quite... handsome. His eyes bore into hers with no longing interest. Arrogant, no doubt. Her subconscious commented.

"Who are you? My new hired bodyguard? If you are, you're fired. I won't be needing you." Sakura growled, trying to outgrow his arrogance.
"Why would you fire me?" He crossed his arms, amused.

"I don't need one. Besides, I clearly told you on the phone- that I was hurt. And you said good. Have you been listening?"
"Yes, 'cause I wanted you tied tight, missy, it's too bad they didn't gag your smart ass mouth though." He grinned.
"H-how dare yo- put me down!" She started shouting as he carried her over his shoulders, her tummy flat on his muscular shoulder and her head at his back.

"Here," He threw a small stack of money to the kidnappers as he walked away, "That's for tying this tiger up."

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"I want to speak with my father." Sakura demanded, still she remained tied at the backseat of the car. She wanted it, now, because she couldn't handle this man's treatment to her. She was from the Haruno's for pete's sake! She doesn't deserve this! How could her dad hire someone this reckless?

"Good, your father has sent me to speak with you and your concerns." He chuckled.
"You suck for a bodyguard." The pinkette hissed, although she herself didn't believe that. In fact, out of all the body guards she had, he was the coolest one. But of course she wouldn't say that!

They arrived right after at the humble abode of the Haruno's, which Sakura hated so much.

"Welcome back home, Sakura-sama." The housekeepers greeted their entrance, despite her being tied up and carried on a shoulder of some guy. Some of them flushed as they saw him, probably agreeing he was indeed hot. She rolled her eyes franctically.

The familiar path of where he was going got her crazy. He was going to her bedroom!
"W-w-wait! Put me down!" She flushed nervously. She didn't want anyone else entering her bedroom after all. Her secrets will somehow be revealed!
She heard him hold the door knob and halfway into pushing it open.
"Don't enter my room!!" She screamed. By then, the man carried her off of his shoulder and let her lean on her closed bedroom door.

"I'd like you to be polite and say please."
Is this guy seriously mocking me?! the subconscious of the pinkette was highly offended. She is the one making commands here! She laughed nervously, "No."
The man said nothing, not a single word, but just one demanding look on her misty emerald eyes. She knew he didn't want to 'repeat himself' but this would be a big scar on her ego if she followed. But... how about her room? She didn't like anyone entering it! He would clearly barge in.

Her cheeks flushed a reddish glow as she tried to let the word out, "P-p-please." She almost stopped breathing. There. There it is.

"Please what?" He crossed his arms, not yet done with torturing her ego.
She bit her lip and went ahead, "P-please don't enter my room."
"Fine. Be ready in 5 minutes. Your father is expecting us."

And surprisingly, she didn't protest whilst the man started to untie her.
The raven leaned by the wall beside her door, and he could clearly hear her curses inside her bedroom. He restrained himself from laughing. He clearly enjoys it.

She couldn't help herself.
She wants to strangle the guy.
While she was having a hard time selecting what to wear, she was also thinking of ways to escape.

She couldn't think of anything. Perhaps she'll have to think one by one. First, the dress. Second, the escape.

A white dress is what she felt like wearing, it took a bit of time of find her taste today. Slithering off her blouse and short, she took the dress and was half way through her head when she heard the door flung open.

"5 minutes is.. up." He managed to say despite the view. Her eyes were wide in shock, her lips parted and her face began to swim in the paint of red. She wasn't done yet, and she was careless with the time because she haven't taken his words literally. Now, her body was exposed, wearing white lingerie underneath, she took a moment before she screamed and threw the nearest thing at him. "YOU PERVERT!!" She growled and grabbed a book to throw which he gladly caught and threw it back to the floor then immediately closed the door.

He facepalmed himself for remembering her sinfully fair skin and her white lacey lingerie by the time he closed the door.

Looks like he won't be forgeting it for a while.

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