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Sakura is the daughter of a rich business family in Tokyo, but she’s from another big city in Japan which is why she’s not very familiar with the city. She’s been sheltered and very naïve tbh, she’s like newly eighteen and she goes off on her own deciding to live out a little bit of adventure because why not? What's the worst that could happen?
She ventures into this shady ass alley way because there were advertisements for a restaurant there that was really good and it had a really good dessert, the one dessert she really likes, so she goes. This is where we meet Shikamaru. He's a striking figure, handsome and dangerous.
Sakura strikes up a conversation with the man because while she probably has no chance with him, she’d like to try. She’s never been allowed to speak with any boys, forbidden from dating at an all girls school, she wants to try. So they talk, and Sakura falls a little in love at his smirk, his deep laugh, and he ends up paying for her meal
He invites her back, and she hesitates for a moment, but she doesn’t want to miss this chance, she has to take it.
So she goes, and well, he’s everything she imagines him to be. He’s strong, a very good lover, and the next morning when she doesn’t find herself in the bed she fell asleep in, but rather some room full of bed filled with other women, he’s dangerous just as she expected him to be.
This is the consequences of genius
Shikamaru is a bad man and he knows it. He knows himself very well, after all he has to live with himself.
He reports to Shisui, talking about the latest recruit for the ring.
They don’t talk about the fact they have a cremation chamber or the posters posted right outside of the girls missing. The ring is the only way the both of them can survive the debts they owe, both of them to different people, but both tying them together and to the ring in a way they can’t easily take it down.
So they carry on. Shikamaru decides to go down to view the progress of the new recruits and sees the pink haired girl with emerald green eyes that caught his attention the night before. It was truly unfortunate that she decided to talk to him, his previous target had come into the izakaya and left while he had his meal with the intriguing woman. It was truly unfortunate because it was too troublesome to switch targets, she was beautiful too, he just hoped the ring wouldn’t ruin her or if it did, well that just meant she was just like the rest, pathetic.
He looks down over the viewers box at the training going down below, the new trainees had five days before the matches of the weekend, Sakura was lucky Shikamaru went out on a Monday night, or else the new woman would’ve had even less time. He was gracious, he chuckled to himself.
He was disappointed however when he took a look at the trainees, they were pathetic, the epitome of a weak women, they would be nothing facing up against the men in the later rounds, or even up against himself or Shisui if they wanted to leave the place. However, he frowned down at the woman he picked up yesterday. she had spirit in that little body of hers, knocking down the women around her with ease, he could guarantee that she had previous training in martial arts because otherwise her right hook wouldn’t not be able to knock out the woman she had just been up against. he narrowed his eyes at the woman, if she kept that up, they might be in trouble, they couldn’t have a woman become too strong else, they’d be ruined if the woman escaped.
This is too troublesome, Shikamaru raked a hand through his hair. That woman was a good lay, but he wouldn’t allow her to become anything greater.
Sakura was thankful that out of every single thing that man could have thrown her into, it was an underground fighting ring. She had trained and fought hard with her trainers and sparring partners to have mastered not just one but four martial arts. She couldn’t put her guard down though as the situation was familiar, she had fought and won underground fighting rings before. The man was a bastard, a dangerous man if she heard the rumors from the other women correctly. Him and his mysterious partner who never showed up to the ring.
She looked up one of the days of practice and saw him scowling as she knocked out her training partner. The other women were simply women who picked up off the street just like herself who were forced to fight in the weekend betting matches, and the majority had little to no experience fighting, herself coming in with an almost unfair advantage.
She smirked at him as he looked down at her from his balcony, his eyebrows furrowed further into themselves. She won the staring contest, and whistled as she turned away to the next practice match up. She could hear his frustration at her prowess in his stomps before the loud slam of the door echoed through the hallway.
She giggled, as the other woman looked at her in fear. She just shook her head and waved them off, she had faced up against powerful men before, this situation was no different, at least here she could punch him in the face if given the chance. She knew what power felt like and what it felt like to be powerless, she was a women, unable to be heir to her heritage after all, very familiar to the sneering from men who thought themselves above any other man, much less women, she knew how to be meek, how to be exactly what she needed to be, and she knew exactly when she could beat them down.
She really couldn’t wait for the weekend matchups, a hungry smile grew on her face as she looked over her side to the calendar hung up on the wall. A couple more days, and they’d be there.
Shikamaru was frustrated. The woman he picked up was insane! She had seemed so innocent in the restaurant, softly speaking to him, shrouded in white dress, a beautiful little angel that he hoped would be destroyed in the depths of the ring. Instead, who was this amazon? Fighting and winning the matches against the strongest men they had up against her.
If this kept up, he and Sakura would have to fight against each other and now, he wasn’t exactly sure he would win. This isn't how this was supposed to end, he was supposed to win. How could this woman ruin their carefully built plan. He growled after she literally kicked her opponent out of the ring, the crowd growing stronger with every win, and while the money was pouring in, he shared a look with Shisui, it may be time to bring out the big guns. The rabid dog, they had in their employ, sort of, he was a finicky bastard. rarely showing up, and if he did, always a couple hours late. The man always scowled at the ring, but he showed up for the money they paid him, so he came.
But Shikamaru didn’t expect the cheshire cat grin that grew as Sakura caught a glimpse of the man she was about to fight against, he thought it would be able to see his first glimpse of her fear, something she hadn’t shown yet.
Kakashi, the rabid dog, chucked. “You’ll have me fight my own student, huh?”
Sakura cracked her knuckles and smirked, “Am I still a student if I kick your ass, sensei?”
The entire plan was falling to pieces, either Shikamaru or Shisui would have to go down and fight her next, and that would be a seriously bad move if there were any cops, they were safe on the balcony, able to escape easily if they needed to, but if one of them went down there, they might get caught, and at least, Shikamaru definitely couldn’t afford it.
Sakura could see the desperation in those beautiful dark eyes as she kept beating down man after man. All of them pathetic in the face of her weekly sparring partner, her infamous teacher, the lazy ass, the bastard never showed up on time.
Then, she saw her next opponent along with the hope on her captors face, and a large grin grew on her face as she destroyed that hope with her next few words
Both her and Kakashi fell into their routine starting off easy before moving into the more different dances of taekwondo, switching onto grappling just to give the audience a good show, but she knew just as well as Kakashi did who the winner of the match would be if they went all out.
She smirked up at the balcony, seeing the man’s outrage at her win.
She did a little bow, to egg on the audience, but she loved seeing the fury in that man’s face, the scrunch of his nose was absolutely adorable.
But, her parents were probably looking for her, so she figured it’d be best to leave now. She waved a little goodbye to her audience before signing her message to her sensei, he just sighed at the headache he was going to get at the chaos in her wake, just get out little hurricane.
She smirked and laughed as she climbed the fence surrounding the ring and dodged the men who were chasing after her. There was a public entrance she knew, because the audience had to come from somewhere, she got to the hallway of the entrance opening the door, and then she was slammed against the alleyway outside the ring by none other than the man who put her there in the first place.
He was angry, she had really never seen the limit of outrage that a man could possess, but she figured she was staring at it, he had both his arms held against her head, she knew she could escape it easily, so she decided to let him have his moment.
He stared at her and for all his outrage, it seemed like he was speechless. Well given the fact, he had never seen a woman like her with the ring he had down there, she figured he didn’t know what to say or how to curse at her. It was his fault after all that he chose her, the worst person he could’ve chosen.
She chuckled at his gaping mouth, about to probably curse her out, and she simply put her hands on his face, drew him in, kissed him so deeply and thoroughly that he forgot about the fact he was angry before kneeing him in the balls and running away.
His face crumpled from the gorgeous dazed expression right back to her favorite expression on men, pain and anger.
She mockingly waved goodbye before sprinting out of the alley. Her parents would be so angry if she didn’t get back home.