Cold, calculating eyes watch every single, fluid movement of the geisha's kimono as she lures her audience into her trap of seduction. The observer's eyes are veiled under a straw hat and his figure is wrapped in a black cloak.
The drums beat at one volume and fill the large room with a rapid, rhythmic thunder. Her audience drew in awe while the geisha spun an illusion of her passion.
The geisha of his interest was dressed in a sensual, glowing crimson kimono. Golden leaves attached to the sleeves glow in the candlelight. Her long, seductive pink locks were tied in two imaginative braids on either side of her head. Her hair ornaments jingled gently with every step she took. Her flirtatious green eyes shimmered like two priceless emeralds in the twilight of the candles and made his eyes glow red. His ever-increasing suspicions were confirmed.

Only a trained shinobi was able to recognize the trained wrists, which were capable of throwing weapons at their opponents at inhuman speed during a fight. This and her elegant and even movements of her body, which she moved to the beat of the music, merged into a deadly combination of a kunoichi. Even her red fan, which made the air hiss with every movement, could serve as a deadly weapon.
Only a man with sharp ears like his was able to hear the heavy breath that came from her during her seductive dance. Her chest rose violently from the urge for oxygen.

And, only a criminal like him knew she was looking for him.

The beating of the drums grew louder and louder, until the passionate dance came to an end with one last beat of the bass drum. With the last energetic blow, the beautiful geisha fell to their knees. Their fans gracefully with their arms stretched out over their heads.

There was a dead silence in the audience that reminds him of the silence after a fight. But then it was broken by tremendous applause. Courts to the geisha who until now had lingered motionless on their knees.

Emerald met ruby.

He tilted his head forward as if bowing in respect as he pulled his straw hat further over his head. His jet black hair poured over his shoulders and when he raised his head again, the light revealed the strikingly attractive face of Uchiha Itachi.

Kunoichi, disguised as a geisha, bowed one more time before her mouth formed barely noticeable words. "The target is twenty meters from the stage. He is wearing a black cloak and a straw hat. He is now moving towards the exit."
The Kunoichi got up to look the audience one last time in the face.A gray-haired man rose from the audience and also walked towards the exit.
"Sakura, change your clothes and get started. You know what to do."

"Shark."

Sakura dashed off the stage to finish her plan. As soon as she was out of sight, she impatiently lifted the loose floorboard. It revealed a tiny space in which her weapon pouch and several scrolls were hidden.

"Excellent performance, Kunoichi."

Before she could even turn around, someone was behind her.

"I'm afraid the copy ninja won't appear in time for your rescue," he whispered in her ear. His voice without any feeling.

"Obviously." hissed Sakura. Cursed himself for not noticing his chakra earlier.

]"I think you have something I want!" It rang out softly. His dark voice paired with the contact of his hot breath on her skin sent her light shivers down her spine and distracted her for a brief moment.

"What exactly do I have, Uchiha Itachi?" Sakura tried to let a touch of sharpness resonate in her voice.

"The Jinchuuriki."

A mocking laugh came from the kunoichi.

"Naruto? He's not here!"

"Then he will come for you."

Just as she was about to answer, the curtain that had previously hidden their encounter opened, revealing the prey and its hunter to the expectant crowd.

Sakura used her rare chance to gracefully escape his grip and the kunai. The fixed look in her eyes told him to play her game.

With a quick movement she grabbed an umbrella leaning against the wall and opened it. The red of the umbrella matched her kimono perfectly. The pounding of the drums began gently in a pianissimo. Sakura made her way towards the man who had been standing still until then. His gesture wrapped in his black cloak and his pretty, feminine beauty shocked the audience in silence. When he got to him, she let her hand wander slowly and painfully over his chest and Itachi followed the geisha's movement with his vibrant blood-red eyes, allowing Sakura to continue playing her game. The flirtatious woman patted the screen on her shoulder while pouting, causing the audience to laugh softly. Suddenly Sakura felt his hot hand on her arm, causing her to drop her umbrella in surprise. With a jerk she was spun around and her back pressed against his chest. Her breathing quickened, but for a reason other than a need for oxygen, as his hand explored the silk of her clothing. The Kunoichi tilted her head and closed her eyes as his hand moved provocatively down to her left thigh.

"Let's play, Kunoichi.", He whispered delightfully in her ear.Struggling to regain her numbed senses, Sakura picked up her fallen serene prop once more and twirled it by her grip as she gave a slow, rhythmic dance solo. A pair of sharing eyes followed her slim figure as she took her steps.
Her heart quickened from the heat of his eyes when she finally stopped, wondering what was going to happen next. She didn't have to wait very long ...

Itachi bowed her gallantly, suddenly initiated the second phase of her dance. He motioned for her to take the next step and continue, as if he were unwilling to come to her. In short steps she approached him and without even thinking a second time, she took the hand he offered and found herself again in an embrace. But this time she looked into his face. Her absent senses made her stare into his eyes that had already cost the lives of thousands upon thousands of guilty and innocent people. Sakura felt his hand slide up her thigh under the fabric of the kimono. His touch aroused a tingling of nerves in her, which she did not know that they were at all exiting. She could feel him pulling a kunai out of her small gun pouch, which she had tied around her left thigh. Immediately all trace of his touch disappeared.
Itachi reached into her pink locks and felt for the needles that held her hair together. With three steps to the side, he escaped from her.

Sakura suddenly felt strangely empty and cold and her body moved as if by itself, showing the audience another dance. The drums sped up. She didn't know what was happening. She didn't like the feeling of being around him. It scared her. It made her weak and clouded her mind.
However, this swap of their body language was different from the rest of it. Itachi strode across the floor to the Kunoichi, carefully, almost gently, removing her poison-dipped needle from her hair. With a barely noticeable movement of his wrist, he threw it in the direction of the audience. Where it then dipped precisely into a man's heart and led to a swift, noiseless death.

"You had a lot of chance to kill. But you didn't use any of them.", He whispered in her ear again.

"Not all of them," she replied in a whisper and breathlessly.

With a dexterity that only a ninja could, she slipped a small dagger out of the sash tied around her waist and tried to pierce his neck. But the Uchiha stopped it with his own hand, taming the sharp, dangerous blade while it stabbed into his palm. Blood let down his hand, making the crowd gasp. Then he yanked it from her grasp and pulled it behind his back from where he tossed it against a wooden post.And Sakura found himself in a rough kiss on her cherry red lips as he clutched her wrists tightly; their struggle was pointless and practically useless in his firm grip. Instead, it melted away in his body.

"The Jinchuuriki, my Kunoichi," he said calmly.

Her mind became obscured and went uncoordinated as she stared into pairs of blood-red eyes.

I will break you