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nneefa · 5 years ago

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fic: a sunny place

note: oops, another high school au; sasuke has a crush on hinata, naruto wants him to have friends. what better way to do that than take advantage of his feelings? only problem is: naruto doesn't know about hinata's feelings, whereas sasuke does.

Sasuke was, for all intents and purposes, a loner.

Everything he’d ever done, from his demeanor to the way he styled his hair, was a deliberate attempt to keep people at arm’s length, until eventually he’d built a wall so high it was nigh impossible for anyone to get close without getting hurt. Only two people had ever managed to worm their way past his defenses, and while he’d managed to get rid of one of them through sheer force of will, the other one had proven himself so difficult to shake off that Sasuke had ultimately stopped trying altogether. That was how Naruto became his best friend.

It wasn’t that he was completely repulsed by others, or that he didn’t see the value in their friendship, although that was part of it. In his mind, he was simply better off alone. Nothing more, nothing less. It helped too that most of his peers - boys and girls alike - saw fit to leave him be, their preconceived notions about his character aside (not that he ever cared what people thought of him in the first place). That was, everyone except Naruto.

If ever there was a prize for butting in, that guy would probably win by a landslide, especially when it came to Sasuke. One would think, there was no way someone as reclusive and standoffish as himself could wind up with a friend, let alone a best friend, as cheerful and free-spirited as Naruto Uzumaki, but they found a way to make it work, oddly enough. They were, for the most part, inseperable; they did pretty much everything together, and while Sasuke sometimes hated Naruto for it, that irritating intrusiveness of his, he also appreciated him for it. There was never a dull moment when he was around - nor a quiet one for that matter. It was one of the few reasons Sasuke even came to school.

However, there were drawbacks to being Naruto’s best friend. Besides the fact that he never knew when to shut the hell up, he was also a social butterfly; he attracted people to himself like flies to manure, so that meant Sasuke sometimes had the displeasure of interacting with Naruto’s other friends. Shikamaru and Shino, if he ignored the latter’s bug obsession, were tolerable enough, but then there were characters like Sai and Kiba, who made Sasuke want to strangle him and duct tape his mouth closed, respectively. He drew the line at girls altogether when Ino tried to cut a lock of his hair.

Most of Naruto’s poor attempts at expanding Sasuke’s friend group never lasted more than a few days, thanks to his cold personality, and Naruto never failed to remind him of that fact; although, that never stopped him from trying. Today happened to be another one of those days. In fact, Naruto had called them his last resort (though, what he really said was, “You’ve forced me to bring out the big guns,” and all Sasuke could think was ‘It had better not be another girl.’) He had to wonder what made that doofus want to see such a stupid goal through in the first place; then again, he’d always been unpredictable, so there really was no telling. Whatever the case was, Sasuke thought, he would just have to push back twice as hard until Naruto finally grasped the concept that he neither needed nor wanted anymore friends.

Sasuke was mid-bite into his lunch, having just reached this conclusion, when a shadow suddenly cast over him and as he slowly looked up, his mouth full of half-eaten egg salad, to give the offender a piece of his mind for invading his personal space, he found himself at a loss for words to see the last person he ever expected to see: Hinata Hyuga.

He must’ve had a strange look on his face, because she averted his gaze just as quickly as she’d caught it in favor of the table separating them. He could tell right away that she was nervous, taking note of her death grip on her bento box, the flush in her cheeks, and the way she seemed to look everywhere but at him. It was intriguing, to say the least.

But none of it lasted very long, because no sooner had Hinata taken a deep breath did she lock eyes with him again, her milky gaze brimming with a determination not unlike Naruto’s, and asked:

“Can we be friends?”

Had the question not been so absurd, Sasuke probably would’ve said “no,” but considering the glue trap of saliva, eggs, and bread in his mouth, the only thing he could manage was a garbled, “What?” which sounded more like a wet fart than an actual word. Talk about a great first impression.

Undeterred, however, was Hinata, who straightened up, held her head high, and repeated herself, confidently this time, “Can we be friends?”

Sasuke opened his mouth to respond, but before he could get the words out (properly, this time), Naruto slammed his plate on the table and clapped a hand, hard, across his back, causing him to inhale the chunk of food in his mouth and choke.

“Hinata!” the blond bellowed, ignoring his best friend’s gasps for air. “You made it!”

“Ah, yes,” she answered, watching Sasuke with unmasked concern. “Um, is he going to be alright?”

“Who, Sasuke?” Naruto snorted out a laugh, threw his arms around his best friend’s shoulders and gave him a little shake. “Nah, don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine. Go ahead and pull up a chair.”

Hinata clearly didn’t buy it, considering the awful look Sasuke just gave him, but she placed her lunch on the table and took a seat across from them anyway. Naruto immediately jumped to the introductions, having rehearsed this part from countless times in the past, while Sasuke rubbed the uncomfortable lump from his throat.

“Hinata,” he said, plucking a piece of fried chicken off his plate and into his mouth, “this is Sasuke. Sasuke meet-”

“I already know who she is, dobe,” Sasuke growled.

Naruto grinned. “I asked her to eat with us today,” he finished through his food.

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a small smile, kindness practically oozing from her skin.

Sasuke studied her for a second longer than he meant to before averting his gaze and grunting in return. He made a grab for his juice box, his throat dry from the piece of sandwich he’d inhaled, but Naruto beat him to the punch and held it away, clearly dissatisfied with Sasuke’s response, earning himself yet another dirty look.

“The polite thing to say is ‘nice to meet you too,’” Naruto whispered with a feigned smile.

“I didn’t agree to this,” Sasuke said simply, ignoring the crestfallen look on Hinata’s face and the pang of guilt that shot through his gut with it. Serves her right for asking him such an asinine question while his mouth was full.

“You never agree to a lot of things, but that never stopped you before,” Naruto countered, leaning closer, this time with a shit-eating grin, then whispered, “What makes this time any different?”

The answer was quite simple, but he’d never give Naruto the satisfaction, even if he already knew the truth. Hinata was Naruto’s trump card (or “big guns”), he realized, everything Sasuke never knew he wanted in a person, something that dunderhead was clearly taking advantage of. However, that idiot also made the grave mistake of being completely oblivious to the fact that she was all but infatuated with him. This alone was more than enough to make him deny her friendship.

Despite this, however, when Sasuke looked at Hinata, the innocence of her features hitting him all at once, from her meek smile to the kindness in her eyes, he felt an unwelcomed warmth settle in his neck and grudgingly said:

“Fine.”

#neefa writes #sasuhina #i may or may not write more #it depends #this could be a stand alone thing #i wanted to write sauce with a crush on hinata #i also wanted him to be a social recluse and naruto mr. popularity #picture a teenage sasuke with his adult hair where the part covers half his face

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celticfeather · 6 years ago

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Akatsuki Fanfic: Campfires

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1. Dawn

2. Cannibals

3. The Lineage of Izanami

4. Slaughter’s Court

Chapter four is done just a week after three! Woo, let me know your thoughts.

Chapter 4: Slaughter’s Court, see 1. Dawn

-Uchiha Itachi-

Ironic, that he had been interested by an actress. It was an art he sympathized with; his whole life was an act. As he lay in her bed that morning, his fingers in her black hair, a peculiar thought struck him.

What if he just stayed.

Hato was exciting and kind, the sex was good, and maybe someday he would love her, or someone like her. He wasn't undeserving of love. He killed his clan, at least sixty individuals himself, but not because he wanted to. Itachi thought he deserved love.

Kisame would understand if he at one point explained wanting to stay. He would keep quiet in front of Pain and Madara. Or not, and Itachi could fake his death. Or not, and he could kill Kisame.

He dispelled the fantasy. He couldn't actually flee the Akatsuki. Madara would kill him, and if Itachi died prematurely, Sasuke could not redeem the clan's sins and abolish the cycle of hatred. It was Itachi's duty to be raise himself like a sow for slaughter, and he had accepted his fate the moment he raised a sword to his family.

Hato slept on and he did not wish to disturb her. Itachi rose, quietly put on his pants, and stole through the living room and into their courtyard. He didn't want to run into any family members while looking for a bathroom, he didn't think they even had bathrooms here, so once outside, he watchfully pissed on a tree. He remembered passing a water pump the night before which had showed signs of regular use. Finding it, he pumped the handle to coax a silvery vein of chilled water, which pooled between his spaded fingers, and trickled cold as a winter stone down his throat. With his wet hands he rinsed his sweat-salted face and hair, and the water on his lips tasted like birch smoke, horse grease, and Hato.

When he stepped to open the sliding door, he sensed another human presence had moved inside. He supposed he had been lucky to not confront a family member for this long. But Itachi feared no strict parents, and decided to go in anyway. A man painted a landscape with a slender brush at the table. Fair chance he was her father.

The older man lifted his eyes from the paper in a motion intended to induce intimidation. "Did you have fun with Hato last night?"

Itachi said nothing. The man's tone, well rehearsed, changed then.

"I know you," he said.

Yes, Itachi thought. I know you too.

"Uchiha Itachi."

"Taika Hiroki."

"I spent six years dismantling the trade of poppy milk in this village. I suppose you're here to kill me."

"Yes."

"Well," the old man smiled and rose from the chair. "I guess we better get started."

He pulled a ceremonial katana from the wall and in a fluid motion swung it to cleave between Itachi's neck and shoulder. His wise eyes stared only at the Uchiha's feet.

Itachi was half dressed, wore no shoes, carried no gear or weapons. He would not beat this man to death with his bare hands while half naked in his own home. Sliding on the wood, he came back in the bedroom and saw Hato had dressed and was tying her hair. She smiled when she saw him.

Itachi seized his belongings and slung on his clouded robe without a word. A katana in the doorframe announced the elder Taika's arrival.

Hato stood. "Papa, stop!"

"He's Rika's assassin, Hato!"

Itachi did not want to watch her face. He ran back into the house, out into the courtyard, where Taika followed him. The patriarch slashed his blade, Itachi blocked it with a kunai, and a clear sparking ching! awoke the household.

Itachi threw a kunai behind him, and for an instinctive second Taika reacted to this strangeness by looking at Itachi's eyes. The fight ended then. His genjutsu could drop an untrained civilian unconscious with eye-contact. It was as simple as altering the chakra flow to the hypothalamus. As the father's knees buckled, Itachi caught a thought directed at him.

Put the wounds in the front, may She not think, I died running.

Taika Hiroki slumped to the grass of their garden. Itachi had struck him unconscious with a gaze, but the rest would have to be done physically. He picked up the old man and drew a fatal slash through his jugular.

He heard a creak. He swung his head towards the noise, and Hato flinched. She stared with wide eyes from a doorway, and she gingerly held the discarded kunai. He wished that she would just run away.

He stood over the corpse. "My name is Uchiha Itachi, Scourge of the Leaf, and I was contracted to kill your father."

"Did you plan to use me the whole time?"

"No. You were the kindest anyone has been to me in years, Hato."

Her gaze was not sorrowful. It was not hate. It was an ice-cold shocked fear of the betrayed that knew it stared a devil in the face, and that no measure of piety could save it.

Itachi knew he was beyond forgiveness, apology, and redemption. But he faced Hato, looked her in the eyes, and for three vulnerable seconds, he bowed low.

When she stabbed the kunai towards his head, he flickered away to the roof that ringed the courtyard. From the vantage he observed the priestess drop the clattering knife in the blood, fall to her knees, and weep at her father's corpse.

He heard the ceramic roof tiles clatter next to him. The four fire-breathing chunin from the play had arrived. Standing in a square around him, they parsed clumsy signs and raised trembling fingers to their lips. Itachi clutched his kunai. In that moment, the entire military might of Honomura was extinguished. From the corner of his eye, in the viscous creek of red which tumbled down the curved tiles, the final synapses of a dying white hand twitched their last.

From his position on the house's eaves, Itachi felt eyes on him from the street, and he knew who it was. Itachi alighted beside his partner, who grinned his monstrous teeth at a job completed. They turned their backs, their red clouded robes rippled, and they left the village quicker than most people could see. The wind snapped cold on Itachi's arms: they were cloaked to the elbow in blood.

He contemplated his actions as he plunged through the trees. Not once had Itachi questioned the order once the attack began. He had decided it necessary and functioned on the assumption that Taika must be killed. A holdover from his Anbu days, he thought.

He followed orders in the Anbu to serve his village. He killed the Uchiha to save the world. But this, why did he kill this man? Why kill his harmless guards? Itachi thought his grasp on the concept of morality was cracking, and soon enough, he would kill anyone with ease. He realized he was underway to becoming like the true killers of the Akatsuki. Not zealous and purposed like Hidan, but something worse: cold, bored, and unflinching, like Kakuzu, Sasori, and Kisame.

Itachi had slept with this girl, and not ten hours later he had unflinchingly destroyed her life. The Scourge of the Leaf was no longer convinced of the pure selflessness of his martyrdom.

He considered the mathematics. Employed like this, over five years he may kill two hundred innocents so he could stay alive long enough for Sasuke to kill him. But the Uchiha's honor was a poisonous, racial, militant, radicalism which he hated. His family's hubris was the only worthwhile thing about them he had killed. The world was not better off if Sasuke rekindled the cursed Uchiha honor. And if that rekindling was not necessary, Itachi did not need to raise himself as a black sow for Sasuke to slaughter. He, Kisame, the Akatsuki, would make the world worse, and perhaps the noblest course of action was to remove these evils from the equation directly.

He thought about Shisui. He would be approaching his late friend's age soon. Shisui had failed to think of a way outside the ethical predicament of his being alive, and solved it in the most desperate way he knew.

The wind shrieked cold on his bloody arms. The dead Taika smiled from his memory. 'Well, let's get started then.'

- Hoshigaki Kisame-

They had lit no fire. Itachi said it was not safe. It was notable to Kisame, that the only ninja in the Akatsuki who could drop an enemy by looking at them, was insistent about remaining unseen.

Kisame had stolen supplies from the festival on their flight from the village. Some food and drink, but most importantly cloth and paper, which were highly life-improving materials for camping. Deep in the mountain crests some twenty kilometers from the village, Itachi had professed he must wash himself, and had stopped the pair for the night at a creek.

They settled down to rest around their nonexistent fire and organized their new and old belongings. Kisame cut the stolen white cloth into a long strip for Samehada, and with the scraps Itachi made bandage sized strips. The young man looked deep in melancholy thought as he worked, and at a particular moment, sighed frustrated.

"Aw," Kisame teased. "Itachi is having girl problems."

"Kisame, I ruined her life."

"Sorry," Kisame retracted. "Do you want more food, sake, or what?"

"None of these things would make me feel better."

Kisame poured a small serving of sake into the abstemious Itachi's bamboo. "Then let's talk."

"Do you ever contemplate the point of people like us existing, if we only make the world worse?"

Kisame knew many killers. He knew enthusiastic killers, indifferent killers, and regretful killers. Itachi may have had the highest body count of any man his age. But Kisame was sure of this: one did not kill as prolifically as Itachi and have the regretful personality. When killing became his profession, a man calloused his heart, or cracked like an egg.

"You killed your mom, your dad, your brothers, and this assassination mission bothers you?"

A sudden determination seized Itachi. "I didn't kill my brother. No, I killed everyone but him."

Itachi had a living brother? Interest caught his tone. "Why did you spare him?"

"Why raise a sow." Venom dripped the parricide's voice.

Kisame hesitated. He thought about when Deidara named them all cannibals the other night, and what those ancient clans did with eyeballs. Would he harvest the eyes from the child he let live? Kisame received convoluted signals from Itachi. Uchiha Itachi was either the most evil man he'd ever met, or he had no place in the Akatsuki at all.

Kisame's instincts were fine, and he trusted his suspicion. "What if I told you, I don't believe you killed your clan."

"You'd be wrong. I killed eighty people that night."

"I'm not sure you're evil," Kisame ventured, calm but solid. "I'm not sure you're one of us."

Their eyes met and Itachi sighed like a teacher.

Kisame heard a rustling then, of someone running exhausted and clumsily through the leaves, and he rose to fight. Itachi's worthy paranoia had not concealed them. A slender blue hand braced itself against a tree, and the arrived woman clutched at a bundle at her breast. Her familiar black eyes flashed to meet Kisame from the shadows, and her panting lips smiled weakly.

"Kisame… I hoped to the gods it was you."

He looked to Itachi, to make sure what he saw was real. The fire ninja stood tense and confused, ready to reach for a knife or a bandage, but he waited for Kisame to show him which. Akaei was always a fine sensor, she could sense chakra in the air as good sharks blood in the water, and she had tracked him to these borderlands.

He strode to embrace his exhausted niece, to hug her, gods, she had gotten so tall, she was taller than Itachi. Akaei was warm in his arms; she escaped whatever of Mei's prison camps they had her in, and found one of the only surviving members of their family. She looked up at him urgently, someone else's blood had dried on her lilac cheeks. Then she looked down, and like a tender secret, bared to him the bundle she shielded at her breast.

"Kisa, they're after me. I… he's..."

He looked down. He did not know how she had come by the baby, but Akaei chose to protect it, and that was all the license he needed. It had its mother's cheek markings, Hoshigaki markings, and pride for his withered clan bloomed in his chest. Akaei found the right uncle: he'd kill her pursuers. He'd shred them to greasy ribbons and if there was anything left he would toss the bleeding fatty hunks to his sharks. Finally someone he could relish killing. He swung Samehada off his back and stared daggers into the dark.

Tsseer!

Akaei yelped then, and staggered forward, blood spraying from her lips. A windmill shuriken quivered between her shoulder blades as she landed on the ground with splayed limbs. The baby screamed as it fell from her arms. Kisame looked at Itachi.

And Kisame realized that Akaei had never existed in this forest at all. Akaei had worms in her eyes and roaches in her heart, with bloodmist for a funeral shroud. His niece had been dead ten years. And he wondered how Itachi could know what she looked like.

"Not so evil, am I?"

Kisame's mind reeled. He wasn't sure what he felt; if a killer like him deserved to feel betrayed.

Itachi smiled like a knife. His teeth shone sharp and white like a small predator, a weasel, who killed hares three times his weight. His incarnadine eyes glowed bright as blood. He must be drunk, or drugged, or crazed from the stress.

A trickle of something rare and unwelcome entered Kisame's heart. His hand grazed Samehada's hilt in warning. "Watch yourself."

Itachi laughed. "Bring out Samehada! We'll make the world a better place and kill each other!"

"Itachi."

Two kunai pierced the nearest tree trunk at the level of Kisame's thyroid. He must have remained disoriented from the genjutsu, because the noise cleared his head like a bell. Itachi's voice was cold enough to crack stone:

"Fight. Or I'll kill you with a thought."

Kisame swung Samehada to smash it across Itachi's midsection, and the blue scales shredded lichen from the tree, and bark and fungus flew off in a cloud of spores. Itachi had dodged the showful strike lithely, easily, but it wasn't enough. Just being in the air near Samehada had the desired effect. And if Kisame would not swallow Itachi whole, he would carve him slice by slice. He did not know what Itachi wanted, but Kisame was determined not to fall prey to it.

Approaching glints. Kisame retracted his blade mid strike to block Itachi's steel. It was necessity: Itachi did not miss with a knife unless he wanted to, and he no longer knew what Itachi wanted.

Kisame struck at him, and Itachi dodged each swipe, but never by far enough. He would notice the chakra drain soon. The younger ninja would try to jump in with a kunai, but his reach with a knife was one tenth of Samehada's, and Itachi's strikes tested he was unable to draw a hit and escape the broadsword unscathed. His knives streaked by, but Kisame knew he only carried about twelve. Itachi could only get close enough to strike Kisame from one predictable angle.

Kisame felt Itachi phase behind him, and he jabbed the sword under his arm to land a strike on something solid but yielding. He spun to look at what he hit. Itachi clutched at his stomach— the scales had shredded his shirt and bled his skin underneath. His other hand grasped for support at the tree like Akaei's had, and his sharp shadow-hooded eyes evoked a bloodthirsty hawk. Then he fell to his knees.

Masterful though he used it, Itachi's small body held an unimpressive amount of chakra. His already low stamina was expended and eaten. Kisame stood above Itachi like an executioner with Samehada raised. The fire ninja braced himself on hands and knees, looking a lot like the coughing boy on the sand. But his hawk eyes threatened murder.

"Do it," Itachi said.

"No."

"Can't kill a partner?" Itachi dared.

"I can. I have."

"Plunge it!" Itachi demanded.

Fine, boy. Kisame stamped down his spine with the full weight of the erect sword's tip. The Fire ninja's limbs buckled, his chest plunged on to the earth, the breath crushed from his body, and his legs shook against the ground on impact.

"And this time, I won't kill my partner." Kisame finished his previous sentence. He lifted the sword from Itachi's back.

Itachi turned himself over and coughed blood. His black eyes looked wrathfully at Kisame. And Kisame thought, even now, Itachi could maim him with those eyes. But easy as it would have been, Kisame noticed the whole fight, the most effective weapon in his arsenal went unused.

"Why not," Itachi demanded.

"Because, you might be the only friend I've ever had."

Itachi's arms splayed out to his side in defeat. "Damn me."

Itachi lay wounded. But he made no motion to move or bandage himself. Kisame did not intend to help him unless he asked. He waited for Itachi to explain, to apologize. Not for fighting him. But for genjutsuing him and stabbing his long-dead niece through the heart. For using him like a tool. For trying to commit suicide. But half an hour passed in silence, Itachi stared and bled, and nothing was said.

"I'll get you into the tree."

"I don't want to sleep in the tree."

"Too bad."

Kisame leant Itachi against a sturdy fork some seven meters up. He slumped. He would fall when his eyes closed, if not before. Taking the cloth intended for Samehada, he tied a white belt around Itachi's waist and the tree limb. He stared down at the fire ninja.

Itachi's silence continued and he did not meet Kisame's eyes. Be it defiant, depressed, or ashamed, Kisame considered it incredibly rude. The silence awarded Kisame the last word like he was beneath arguing with or explaining to. And right now, if not an explanation, Kisame required acknowledgement. He leaned in close enough for his huge serrated teeth to flash inches from Itachi's soft face. Even Itachi was not unaffected, and at last his black eyes lifted to meet his.

"You've got problems, Itachi. With the world, with yourself. But killing yourself, killing me, isn't gonna fix them."

Author's Note,

Again, this is a pretty M story in terms of violence and themes, and the strongest of it is yet to come.

Wooo thanks for reading. This story will be ambitious in length and we're still only in the exhibition. Let me know your thoughts.

Kelto

#campfires #chapter 4 #kisaita #itachi #kisame #fanfiction #celticfeather #keltodier #thanks for reading!!!#akatsuki #akatsuki fic

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fiction-queen-blog · 6 years ago

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Some more Sasuke in Game of Thrones AU.

In the original story Khaleesi burned her husband's body and the witch and went in the fire with her three dragon eggs. Hatching them.

In my Naruto version, Sasuke Uchiha burns down the capital Suna from the Sand Lands during the sand rebellion, making and end to a year long war and reconquering the land. The idea came to him in his dreams. Like a message from the sun Godess Amaterasu, telling him to burn everything down. Sasuke listening to the message if the God's expected to die within the flames of his dragon, but he was protected by the flames and was named The Unburned.

The self proclaimed king was beheaded for betraying the king, but his three childeren were spared. Their youngest son was taken by the Prince of the five kingdoms and became his wart and joined his rainbow guards. Kankuro became Lord of the Sand lands, while Temari was send to Lord Nara to marry his eldest son.

Now about the baby dragon... I just drew it because it was in the original scene and it looked cute... So I added it.

Sasuke's dragon is a grown ass dragon not a small baby.

#Game of thrones Naruto AU #Sasuke Uchiha #The child of the dragon #They say the Uchiha's are the childeren of the gods #They are the last family with magicnin their blood #Giving them visions #Control dragons #The Sharingan #Copy movement's #See in slowmotion #Great worriors #The rebellion happened when king Fugaku died and his eldest s

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fiercyy · 7 years ago

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Take My Hand But Leave My Heart [3/?]

In order to protect Sakura from an enemy of Konoha, Sasuke buys her and binds her to himself with an ancient jutsu. She is not very understanding.

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Sakura stormed out of the building and found herself at a loss. When she was upset like this, the best medicine was usually Naruto. His unwavering cheerfulness, his open and inviting self. She never had to wonder if he was genuinely interested in her problems or just humoring her. His artless love for his friends was so all encompassing that their smallest grievances were his.

But she knew how the conversation would play out. Naruto would defend Sasuke. He'd tell her that he must have a reason. He would coax her into softening her heart, giving him the benefit of the doubt. In essence, he'd side with Sasuke. That's not how Naruto would see it, but that's how it would feel.

It was the last thing she wanted right now.

For a second –and really, the thought exercise was just for her own amusement –she imagined how Sai would react to her presenting him with this problem. It briefly lightened her mood.

So deep in thought was she, that Sakura didn't see the solution until it had already thrown an arm around her shoulders in friendly greeting.

Karin and Sakura had become fast friends after she'd saved her life. In doing so, she'd earned the taciturn missing nin's eternal loyalty and unwavering support. In her own way, Karin loved Sakura as much as she loved anyone.

And she could always be counted on to commiserate and rage.

Karin took one look at Sakura- furrowed brow, red rimmed eyes and lips so pale as to be practically non existent-and decided that what she really needed at this very moment was to get a drink.

Twenty minutes later they sat in a scarcely populated bar, with six shot glasses between them and Sakura halfway through a summary of her situation.

"I will fucking kill him. You just say the word."

Sakura smiled and squeezed Karin's hand. "Maybe I could poison him."

The sudden zap she felt at the thought seemed to indicate otherwise.

"Is there anyway to break it?"

Sakura bit her lip. "...I didn't stay to find out."

"Temper temper," Karin chortled, sounding proud rather than chastigating. "Why'd he do it?"

She rolled her eyes. Who cares? The truth was, she did. Sasuke never did anything 'just because'. Deep down, she was sure there was some high and mighty reason. She knew he wasn't cruel. He was her friend, but more importantly, her teammate. He would always watch her back. But for now, she didn't need to sympathize with the enemy. She needed to be angry.

And knock back a shot or two.

As she did, a sharp zap of disapproval shot through her. She shrieked her frustration heavenward. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS?!" and then, just to show he couldn't control her, she tossed back another. "OW."

Then another. "FU-!"

"Sakura," Karin chortled, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Showing that fucking imbecile that I can do what I want!" She stole one of Karin's shots and knocked it back for good measure.

The bartender set another tray of shots in front of them. Sakura, throat hoarse from burning exclaimed (too loudly) that they hadn't ordered more. The bartender smiled and nodded his head towards a pair of men in the corner booth. They were handsome. One raised a glass and winked at her. Sakura blushed.

She felt a sudden sharp pain in her chest and her face crumpled.

When Karin asked her what was the matter, she lied and told her it was another zap from the bracelet. But the truth was much more complicated than that.

She kept expecting to cry. Karin probably expected that too, with the way she kept throwing her sidelong glances. But she wasn't out of anger yet.

Three beers deeper, Sakura was sobbing her eyes out loudly and publicly.

"I just- I thought we were friends, you know?" Karin kindly handed her a cocktail napkin to blow her nose in. "I thought- we were definitely- we were heading towards something. I'm not crazy, I know he doesn't lo-love me but-" hiccup "we're friends." She spat the word, embedded with all the layered meaning she could manage.

Karin patted her shoulder, "If he doesn't, he's crazy. And as your friend, I have to tell you: you can do so much better."

"Not anymore!"

Sasuke winced every time Sakura took a shot. It caused him no physical pain, but to know he had no way of stopping the retaliatory shocks was akin to torture. He'd wager it hurt him more than it hurt her.

To the casual observer, it looked like Sasuke was having a fit.

To an oblivious companion, it was mistaken for constipation.

"Listen man, you gotta check the bread for mould."

"Cease and desist."

"Fine, be that way. Your treat then."

"Sakura says the new book is good, you can afford it."

"I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about," Naruto delivered the line as the very picture of angelic innocence. "What book?"

Sasuke wrinkled his nose at having to voice the title. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I cannot recall."

"Icha Icha ringing any bells?"

"None."

"...Did you consult a lawyer before this conversation? What is happening?"

"Sasuke," Naruto's uncharacteristically stern face drew them back to the matter at hand. "You couldn't have led with your reasons?"

Sasuke took a bite out of a soft boiled egg and refused to answer.

"If you'd just explained she would have understood."

"What difference would it have made?"

"She'd know it wasn't your fault."

"Of course it's my fault."

"What else could you have done?"

"..."

"You were trying to protect her."

Sasuke pushed his bowl away, no longer hungry. "She gets to be angry about this. It's a horrible situation. If she couldn't be mad at me, what would that leave her with?"

"That's twisted."

"That's kindness."

"What the fuck, no-"

"If I had told her, she'd have run off. This whole business is a waiting game. First piece of information I get, I'm heading out."

Naruto clapped him on his back."You'll fix this. I know you will." Laying enough change on the counter, he stood up and wiped his hands. "I'm gonna go. I've got a date. If I know Sakura, she's getting plastered right now." Sasuke's grim expression confirmed it. "It's probably the closest she'll get to reasonable for a while. You should talk to her."

As Naruto departed and Sasuke mulled over his words, he was struck by a thought. "You're having another dinner?!"

Naruto waved over his shoulder, "Not that kind of date," he shouted, prompting Sasuke's brows to rise.

Another zap shook him from unwelcome thoughts of Naruto's sex life.

To be frank, he didn't love Sakura's drinking habits. He didn't love her eating or sleeping habits either. He hoped this didn't mean she'd get shocked if she tried to order takeout. The disapproval stemmed from his honestly very sincere and legitimate worries over her health. Sakura had a tendency to overwork herself. She hardly ever ate anything green unless he made her.

He'd taken to making bentos for Team 7 training sessions for this exact reason.

How his teammates had survived without him, he'll never know.

And it wasnt that he disapproved of drinking in general. He imbibed occasionally. He understood the need to unwind, especially for people as stressed at Sakura and Kakashi. But Sakura had inherited many things from her master and he worried that Tsunade's drinking problem would be among them. And she got so emotional when she drank. He didn't know how to deal with that. Especially when she kept touching him, as she was wont to do only when she was plotzed.

A frown pulled at the corners of his lips.

He threw money down on the counter and talked himself in and out of finding her.

Eventually, his worse nature won out and he followed the invisible thread that tethered them together now.

He found her ten blocks from her apartment, half her weight supported by Karin.

Shockingly, his former teammate didn't seem surprised or perturbed to see him. She practically tossed his other former teammate into his arms. "Help me out, would ya?"

He took over the burden, holding her up with his good arm.

"I'm too drunk to try and kill you, but res'assured I'll try if you touch her," Karin shoved a finger up his nose in a strange attempt to intimidate him.

Sasuke wanted to die.

"You couldn't even if you wanted to and I am touching her. You handed her to me."

"Shut up."

With a heaving sigh Sasuke hitched Sakura onto his back and began the tedious process of herding Karin to the bridge she lived under.

Once there was a door safely between Sasuke and a manslaughter charge, his throbbing headache began to ebb.

Sakura was a pleasant weight on his back. Occasionally, she would rouse and murmur in his ear, funny things like death threats and her hopes for the fictional couple in Icha Icha Trials.

The cool night air and empty streets offered him a welcome liminal space between himself and the morning.

Chapter 4

a/n: Hope I've been able to take you all somewhere unexpected so far. Thanks for reading!

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caninekitten · 8 years ago

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This Strange Feeling

Part 3 of 3: Rock Bottom

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It was a small consolation for Sasuke that he had Sakura there to despair together with him. At first she was livid. She wanted to go straight over to Naruto and knock some sense into him, but Sasuke stopped her. It was no sense in forcing someone to feel something. He knew that all too well.

"But I can't believe that he's telling the truth."

"He seems to believe in it, so it is the truth to him."

It was no use in telling someone they were wrong about their own feelings. How could he presume to know what Naruto was feeling anyway?

"Just forget about it," Sasuke said. "It's his decision."

Sakura looked saddened. "I hate to see you hurt," she said.

It touched Sasuke more deeply than any of her love confessions.

He grew closer to Sakura over the next month. She visited almost every day. If there hadn't been zero chemistry between them, he might have considered starting something else with her. He knew she still wanted it. He'd caught her giving him long, wistful looks at times. But she kept in line and he was thankful for it. She seemed to appreciate the fact that he wanted to stay friends.

She seldom mentioned Naruto, but she talked about him at times when something big happened in his life. That’s how Sasuke knew that Naruto still was dating Hinata and that he'd just started his jounin training, but he knew little else. If he ran into Naruto at the market or elsewhere in town he turned his back on him and pretended he hadn't seen him. If Naruto noticed him then he made no effort to approach him. Sasuke told himself he was relieved, but mostly he was disappointed.

So this was all he meant to Naruto? He apparently wasn't much else than a rag that could be thrown away when it had made its use. So much for that friendship. Sometimes, when the bitterness welled up in him and threatened to choke him, he wondered why Naruto had even bothered with making Sasuke come back to the village. Apparently it wasn't because he cared about Sasuke. If he'd done that, then surely he'd be more eager to keep the contact.

In Sasuke's opinion, Naruto wanted him back only to prove that he could. A small voice inside him told him that Naruto wasn't the type to do that, but when he was really vindictive he refused to listen to it. He believed Naruto wanted to see him hurt. That he and Hinata laughed at him behind his back. On those nights, if he got his hands on some sake, he was insufferable. Sakura had told him many times.

"You've got to stop doing this," she said. "You've got to stop torturing yourself."

Like he had a choice in the matter.

The sake burned down his throat. It was the cheapest type. It tasted like cat piss. Probably. Sasuke swayed. He stood in front of his mirror. He looked thin and frail. His skin was pale, bordering on translucent. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been outside. His eyes stung and his head hurt. Sakura was on a mission. She'd be gone for at least a week. Maybe longer. He shrugged off his shirt. Naruto would never hit that, he realized. Not even if he was one hundred percent gay. His collarbones were poking out like the knobby branches of a tree. When had he gotten this skinny?

To be honest, he couldn't remember the last time he had a decent meal... he actually wasn't entirely sure if Sakura had been away for only a week either. Maybe it was two? What day did she leave? ... More importantly, what day was it today? He felt tired. So tired. The bottle had somehow become empty. There were more empty bottles strewn around him.

So... tired. He collapsed onto the nearest soft surface and fell asleep.

Gentle, warm hands brushed the hair away from his brow. They lingered on his temple, caressed his cheekbone, then they were gone. Sasuke protested weakly. God, his head was aching. It felt like it was threatening to blow to smithereens.

"Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

Sasuke felt a hand on his cheek again, and then the edge of a cool glass was pressed against his lips. He turned away.

"You need to drink," Naruto pleaded.

... Naruto? What was he doing here? Was this a dream? The surprise made Sasuke open his mouth, and some water seeped in. He swallowed it. His throat felt parched and the water was soothing. He drank some more.

"Do you have a headache?" Naruto said. "Do you want painkillers?"

Sasuke groaned. He just felt sick. He realized he was gonna throw up. He sat up, but it was a bad idea. Pain shot up his neck and exploded in his head. He doubled over and retched onto the floor. Right in front of Naruto. Oh god... why? Why did Naruto have to visit today of all days? Why did he have to see him like this?

"Go away," he mumbled.

"I can't leave you like this."

Naruto touched Sasuke's shoulder. Sasuke twisted out of his grip.

"Leave!"

"No!"

There were a few moments of quiet. When Naruto touched him again, Sasuke allowed it. He let Naruto help him to his feet and lead him to the bathroom. He leant on the sink while Naruto started the shower. It was an old thing that took ages to heat up. Meanwhile, Sasuke vomited again, this time into the toilet. Naruto rubbed his back while he heaved. When he finally was empty and just sunk down next to the toilet, hugging the bowl, Naruto got a washcloth and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Please leave," Sasuke whispered.

"No," Naruto repeated. "I'm not leaving you here to choke on your own vomit."

"I'll manage."

Naruto snorted. "Then get in the shower on your own."

Sasuke tried to move his body, but his muscles protested and the room swam.

"I'll just... sit here for a bit."

Naruto grabbed him and hoisted him up to his feet. "Lean here." He placed Sasuke's hand on the edge of the sink. Then he reached around him and started unbuttoning his pants.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke hissed.

"Don't get modest on me," Naruto said, his voice tight. "It's nothing I haven't seen in the bathhouse."

"The last time we were in a bathhouse together, we were twelve."

Sasuke didn't really have the energy to argue. His pants and boxers were slipped off, and he shakily stepped out of them. Then he let Naruto lead him to the shower and sunk down on the floor. The hot water that beat down on his head felt like a small relief, but after a while he felt better. He sat there until the water turned lukewarm.

There was a knock on the door.

"Just checking that you're alive," Naruto said. "I don't know what you like to eat when you’re hung-over, but I made eggs and bacon since that always works for me..."

Sasuke groaned. He felt sick just at the mention of food.

"Naruto," he growled. "Get out."

Naruto wolfed down the food while Sasuke sipped on a cup of green tea. He was starting to feel a bit better.

"If I had known this was how you lived, I would have visited you sooner," Naruto said after he was done eating.

"Why did you bother?" Sasuke said.

Naruto ignored the sharp tone. "Since Sakura was going away for so long, I figured I'd drop by to keep you company."

"How gracious if you."

"Sasuke... Sakura never outright says it, but I sense that she's worried about you."

Sasuke set his cup down on the table with a slam.

"And why does it matter to you? Don't you have a girlfriend to waste your time on?"

"... I broke up with Hinata."

Sasuke felt only remotely placated. He was still mad.

"I see," he said. "So that's why I'm suddenly good enough."

Naruto stared down at his plate. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Come again?"

Naruto swallowed. “I’m sorry,” he said louder. “I treated you like shit,” he added. “And I’m sorry.”

Sasuke just sipped his tea quietly. Naruto clenched his hands.

“Sasuke…” he said. His voice was soft, but underneath it was strung tight with despair. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. The last thing I want to do is to hurt you. I… I lo…”

Naruto opened and closed his mouth, but the words seemed stuck. He looked down at his hands that lay useless at the tabletop. Again the silence settled over them, thick and heavy. Sasuke set his cup down with a soft clink.

“I like you a lot, Sasuke,” Naruto said. “A lot… The relationships I have with other people seems bleak in comparison. But I’m scared too.”

He reached out across the table. Although he didn’t touch Sasuke, his hand hovered close to his like he wanted to.

“Scared of what?” Sasuke’s voice was almost a whisper.

His heart fluttered and he felt weak, like he often did when Naruto was so close to him.

“I don’t know,” Naruto whispered. His gaze was directed inward. He looked pained. “I guess… I’m afraid of people knowing.”

“… Knowing what?”

Naruto drew back his hand. He closed his eyes briefly, as though hiding a bad memory.

“Knowing that I’m like this. That I’m…” He trailed off.

Sasuke had a feeling he knew what Naruto was trying to say. Personally, he’d never had a problem with his sexuality. He’d never questioned it, nor thought much about it. It had just always been there, a part of himself that he had gotten used to and come to find as natural as breathing. But he’d never spoken to anyone about it, so there had never been the issue of worrying about what others might think. He didn’t care much about what others thought. But Naruto did. To him it was important that others liked him.

“I get it,” Sasuke said. “You don’t need to explain it.”

Naruto looked grateful. He reached out again, and this time he touched Sasuke. The palm of his hand closed gently around Sasuke’s wrist. His hand lingered. Sasuke felt his gaze on him but for some reason he couldn’t meet his eyes. He felt Naruto come closer. Goosebumps broke out over his skin. He closed his eyes. He barely dared hoping…

Naruto’s hand touched his chin tenderly, hesitantly, and Sasuke turned towards him and accepted the soft, moist kiss. He drew in a shivery breath. That night when they got so drunk he hadn’t really taken in how it felt to kiss Naruto. It had happened too fast. But now… Now it overwhelmed him. It took his breath away, despite the fact that the kiss was hesitant and uncertain. It lasted too shortly. Sasuke was left with parted lips and closed eyes as Naruto pulled away. He didn’t want him to stop. He leant closer, his eyes open a smidgen. Naruto willingly met him halfway.

“You’re so… different…” Naruto murmured when they broke apart again.

Sasuke frowned. “What do you mean?”

“Just that… You’re just…” Naruto caressed Sasuke’s cheek. “I like it,” he murmured. “You’re not fighting me…”

“You thought I would?”

“I don’t know… I just… Yeah, I guess…”

Sasuke stroked Naruto’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“This is different,” he murmured.

He pecked Naruto on the lips. It turned into a lingering kiss. Naruto held him close when Sasuke tried to pull away.

“It’s definitely different,” he murmured against Sasuke’s lips. “Good different. Very good.”

Sasuke let Naruto guide him into a series of lingering, deep kisses. He lost track of time. All he knew was that he didn’t want it to end. He could forget whom he was when he was with Naruto. Forget about all his troubles for a while. Just being with him made a different side of him come forth… a side of himself that he usually suppressed. A vulnerable, needy side. Somehow they ended up on the floor, with their heads on one of the pillows placed around the low table. Naruto caressed Sasuke’s face. He moved the tips of his fingers almost reverently from Sasuke’s right cheekbone to his brow and down along his nose to his lips. Sasuke just watched him and wondered if this was really happening, even as he was watching it happening. Naruto just smiled.

They fell asleep and woke up again at dusk. Naruto was wrapped around Sasuke like a very insistent blanket. Sasuke was so warm he thought he’d melt, but he didn’t move out of Naruto’s grip. He traced one finger along Naruto’s lax mouth. It seemed surreal and yet completely natural that he’d kissed him… for real, not just by accident or in a drunken haze. No, it had been for real. Naruto had wanted it. He was still here.

But… He was still asleep. What if he changed his mind when he woke up, like the last time? It was an irrational fear, but it grew in Sasuke all the same till he was convinced that Naruto would leave the second he woke up. He waited with baited breath for his eyes to open and widen in shock when he remembered what they had done. One part of him wanted to get out of bed so that he didn’t have to watch that happen, but another part of him was terrified to move.

He hated feeling like this. His affection for Naruto was starting to run his life. It was making him weak and indecisive. And still, he craved that feeling more than he craved life itself. Slowly, Naruto’s eyes opened. He blinked and rubbed his eyes, and then he yawned.

“Is it evening already?”

Sasuke lay completely still. He was still waiting for the realization. Naruto looked at him and smiled softly. That was when Sasuke knew. It hadn’t all been a dream. It was true. Naruto really wanted this. Wanted him. He leant closer and kissed Naruto. Naruto made a startled sound at first, but then he enveloped Sasuke in a tight hug and kissed him back.

“Did you think I was gonna leave?” Naruto whispered when Sasuke broke the kiss.

Sasuke didn’t say anything. He didn’t move away from Naruto’s chest either. Naruto ran his fingers through Sasuke’s hair.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

Sasuke closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax. It was the first time since after he came back to Konoha that he finally felt something settle inside him. Something that had been wild and lonely and desperate. He buried his face against Naruto’s neck and breathed in. He realized how much he’d missed Naruto for this last year.

“Why did you leave me?” he whispered.

Naruto held him tighter.

“I’m sorry.” His voice shook a little. “I… I was afraid too.”

Sasuke pressed his cheek against Naruto’s chest. He listened to the steady beat of his heart till it felt like it beat in time with his own. He kissed his collarbone.

“I just want to sleep. Will you stay with me?”

Naruto nodded.

They lay down in Sasuke’s bed. Naruto held Sasuke’s hand during the whole night, and the next morning he was still there. He was watching Sasuke when he opened his eyes.

“Sleep well?” Sasuke yawned.

He’d slept the whole night through. That was… unusual… Naruto reached out and, after a moment of hesitation, touched Sasuke’s cheek.

“Sasuke,” he said. “I was wondering… Do you want to leave?”

Sasuke frowned. “Leave?”

Naruto nodded. “Get away from the town. With me?”

For a second Sasuke wondered if Naruto was playing with him.

“I can’t leave,” he bit out.

“But if you could… Would you leave with me?”

“What is this about, Naruto?” Sasuke sat up. “Do you want to leave Konoha?”

Naruto sat up too. “Not without you,” he said. “I’ve been thinking… And I thought that maybe… Maybe it would be good for you to get out of town for a bit.”

There was nothing Sasuke would have liked more than that. But the council was apparently afraid he’d go back to his old ways if he so much as set a foot outside of Konoha, so he had been restricted from leaving the town.

“I talked to Kakashi,” Naruto said. “And he said he would be able to let you leave if I went with you.”

Sasuke realized that Naruto really had thought a lot about this. He stared down at the space between them. He didn’t know how to accept this kindness.

“So…” Naruto sounded hesitant now. “Do you want to? I mean… Is it okay, even if I have to come with you?”

Sasuke shook his head with a snort.

“Of course,” he said. He tried to hide how moved he was, but he knew he failed. “Of course I would like to leave with you.”

Naruto’s smile slowly grew until the corners of his eyes were crinkling.

“Then let’s leave, Sasuke. Let’s get away from this place.”

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roraewrites · 8 years ago

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twenty

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“Thanks for helping out around the house.” Kizashi grunted as he flung the snow from his shovel over his back. Sakura smiled as she did the same. Of course the gray clouds overhead decided to dump snow for three days straight, never giving up.

Sakura had helped her father around the house, shoveling snow from the driveway and from the sidewalk, or helped her mother with prepping dinner and keeping the house clean throughout the day. Eventually when the snow would quit falling and she’d run out of things to do. Even now with cleaning the house everyday, she was only sweeping and dusting imaginary dirt at that point in time.

She huffed and grunted one last time and she threw her last shovel full of snow. The driveway was now clear again -- until tomorrow, that is -- and she had nothing else to do that day. She enjoyed keeping her mind busy and preoccupied. Sakura stayed away from her phone as much as she possibly could lately, hating that her mind still focused on Sasuke as much as it did.

“Wanna grab a bite to eat?” Kizashi muttered from beneath his jacket as they walked inside. The snow from their boots fell to the porch, trying to hang on to the cold grasp from outside, but eventually began to melt when the heat from inside came oozing out.

“Where?” Sakura asked in return as she removed her beanie and began to undo her boots. Her hands were completely numb and her arms throbbed as she removed her jacket and inhaled deeply. It felt so warm and relaxing inside, all she wanted to do was take a nap now.

“We can go for bagels and hot chocolate down at the coffee house?” He offered with sincere eyes, and upon his offer, Sakura grinned and nodded her head. The bagels they made there were perfect, and they always put the perfect amount of cream cheese on them too.

Her father pulled his car out of the garage and the two of them began their way towards the little shop. It seemed that everyone else that lived on their street had began to shovel their driveways out as well, for all they could see were mounds of snow flying up in the air and over the snow berms.

Kizashi pulled right up in front of the shop, and as he hopped out, Sakura did as well. She could already smell the banana bread, donuts, bagels and every other baked good that awaited her from the inside. When they walked in, she inhaled the sweet, savory flavors and exhaled slowly.

“It always smells great in here,” she pointed out as they headed towards the front counter.

“Two hot chocolates and two bagels.” Kizashi ordered while he waved Sakura off to find a booth. The coffee house was typically overflowing with people after Christmas, but this time around, there seemed to be less than usual.

Sakura scooted into an open booth and pulled her phone from her pocket. She had been expecting a text from Ino, seeing as tomorrow night they’d be attending a New Year’s party. The only message she saw made her frown while her pulse began to throb.

It was another message from Sasuke, and as much as she wanted to tell him to kick rocks, she also wanted to see his gorgeous face.

Can you call me?

She pursed her lips before typing her response. She felt both nervous and excited to talk to him after it being a week without speaking. She craved his touch and to hear his voice, but she was also still disgusted with the fact that she didn’t know who exactly he had been with.

When I have time.

She kept her words short and stern, and by the time she finished placing her phone back in the pocket of her jacket, her father was walking to their table with their drinks in his hands. “They’re warming up the bagels, they’ll be right out.”

Sakura didn’t like the way his teal eyes watched her, and instead of asking him what he was doing, he was the first to speak. “Everything okay?”

Sakura nodded as she took her cup from his hand. The porcelain was warm from the liquids inside, and before she took a drink, she decided it best to let it cool off a bit longer.

“You just seem out of sorts lately.” His eyes finally averted from her gaze as he looked out the window. It was a complete winter wonderland. “How’s the boy you’ve been talking to lately?”

“Um,” Sakura stuttered. “Fine.”

Kizashi’s eyebrow arched at her answer; he clearly didn’t believe her. Instead of pushing the subject, he sighed and leaned forward until his forearms held his weight and his fingers intertwined with one another.

“I can tell when you’re lying.”

Sakura should’ve known that. Her father might’ve been an odd character, but he always paid attention to the little things in life. She didn’t want to ask ‘why’ because she knew what she did when she lied. Instead of looking someone straight in the eyes and lying, she’d look to the center of their forehead and concentrate on that spot.

“Why does it matter?” She asked before she took a drink. “It’s just a silly, not really official relationship. Just a thing, it shouldn’t matter.” It took all she had to convince herself of that, but on the inside, she could feel her heart growing heavy while a lump appeared in her throat.

The two of them fell quiet afterwards, and just in time for one of the employees to bring them each a bagel with cream cheese. Kizashi ate his almost as quickly as Sakura did, and before they knew it, they were each sitting on their own side of the table, staring each other in the eyes.

“I know it’s something you shouldn’t talk your father about, but I’m just concerned about my daughter.” He spoke once more, and Sakura knew that that would be the last of that conversation.

Sakura nodded her head, grabbed her cup and they began to walk out of the building side by side. Maybe she’d get ahold of Karin and spend the rest of the day with her.

“I hate snow.” She spoke from behind Sakura. Karin had wanted to practice braids, and with Sakura’s hair growing longer with each passing month, she was perfect to practice on. The redhead had finished a cute, lopsided fish tail with Sakura’s pastel tresses. Quiet music played from her laptop nearby, and when Sakura stood from her floor, she flopped down beside Karin on her bed.

“How was your Christmas?” Sakura asked with a quiet tone. Karin didn’t respond right away, instead a low grumble came from her throat which caught Sakura’s attention.

“It was alright,” she murmured before letting her ruby eyes find Sakura’s eyes. “Not a lot happened.”

She wasn’t sure what to say now, but instead of continuing with that topic, Sakura rolled to her back and sighed. “Mine was alright. We had breakfast, went to the parade and then just wandered through Old Konoha--”

“Is it pretty there?”

“Old Konoha?” Sakura’s slender brow raised in question.

Karin nodded in silence.

“Yes. Especially during spring time. The cherry blossoms start to bloom and it’s one of my most favorite things to go to. There’s a festival and lots to do! You’ve never been?” Sakura readjusted in her bed so she could see Karin’s entire face; pale yet gorgeous. The curves that formed her cheeks was something every girl envied, and even the way her hair fell was something unique yet satisfying.

“Well when it starts up, maybe we can go.” Most times kids would gather for the fair that would take place in town, while couples would go and enjoy the romantic views from the hill tops. Either way, it was an event that the entire town would attend, and it was always huge.

“I’d like that,” Karin responded with hard eyes and a gentle smile. Sometimes it was hard for Sakura to get through to her, but in the end, she enjoyed her time with the Uzumaki. While the two girls conversed in Sakura’s room and somewhat watched a movie on Sakura’s laptop, she felt her phone vibrate from her nightstand and when she grabbed it, she noticed Sasuke’s codename light up on the screen.

“What?” Karin asked, her tone firm and eyes narrowed slightly.

Sakura glanced up at Karin, her lips parted and viridian eyes wide with curiosity. “Oh? It’s nothing!”

“That’s not nothing. You’re blushing, Pinky.” Karin’s gentle smirk came to rest on her lips, and while Sakura felt vulnerable underneath her fiery gaze, she refused to give in.

“I always blush,” Sakura muttered underneath her breath before she opened the text. It was a little after ten at night now and she still hadn’t called Sasuke. It wasn’t like she had promised that she would call him today, she only said when she had time that she would call him.

Sleep well, Sakura.

It was plain and simple, unlike Sasuke who was such a mystery but there was just something about him that drew Sakura in and she just couldn’t put her finger on it. No matter what she did or where she went, he was always on her mind or popping up in front of her. It was odd, but she also found it appealing in some sort of weird way. She shrugged the thought off before putting her phone to the side.

“Did Ino ever get ahold of you?” Sakura changed the subject, trying to distract her mind and rid the dusted shade of red from her cheeks.

“About the party tomorrow?” Karin grinned. “She did. It’ll be rad!”

Sakura smiled at Karin. Her eyes had come to life and that wide smile made Sakura feel butterflies in her stomach. It wasn’t always that the redhead would smile like that, but when she did, it made Sakura feel something like fire coarse through her veins.

“It shall.” Sakura agreed.

“Pancakes, sausage, eggs and hashbrowns for breakfast, girls!” Mebuki called up the stairs.

Sakura was hardly awake when her mother’s familiar voice rang through her ears. To her surprise, both her and Karin had fallen asleep on her bed while her laptop still played through a random show that came on automatically. She exited out of the Hulu app, turned her laptop off and placed it in its case. Soon, her hand came to rest on Karin’s shoulder.

“Hey, you hungry?” She spoke in a groggy voice. Sakura gently shook her friend awake, and when she finally caused Karin to stir, the redhead’s fiery eyes tried to focus in on Sakura. It didn’t occur to her just how different she looked without her glasses on.

“I could eat,” she returned as she placed her glasses on over her nose and began to sit up. They both made their way down stairs with cautious steps and sleepy eyes, only to be greeted by a stack of pancakes, white porcelain plates and the overwhelming scent of black coffee.

“There’s plenty there, so eat up!”

After all four of them finished up with their breakfast, they began to take their plates to the sink before rinsing the syrup and grease from their plate and placing them in the dishwasher.

“Do you two have any plans tonight?” Kizashi asked from the kitchen table. His face had been stuck in the newspaper the entire time throughout breakfast, and when he finally lowered it, Sakura scoffed at the fact that he had been reading the morning comics.

“Really, dad?” Sakura smiled as her eyes fell to the page. He shrugged before she rolled her eyes playfully. “We’re going out with Ino and Naruto. Not sure when yet.”

“Well just let us know. If you need a ride, you call us. Got it?” Mebuki’s tone was firm, her eyes serious and hardened over with that motherly look that Sakura was all too familiar with.

“Of course,” Karin chimed in with a small smile.

Like usual, Naruto picked all the girls up and they all piled in his car and he drove them off to the location for the party. To Sakura’s surprise, it was closer to downtown Konoha and extremely close to Sasuke’s condo. Being that close to him caused Sakura’s heart to race, but instead of dwelling, she sunk back into her conversation with her friends.

She had picked a black dress that was fitting and very casual for the night. It came to hug against the middle of her thighs, and even Karin had commented that it wasn’t too long, yet it wasn’t too short. With a shrug, she slipped on a pair of black ankle high heels and found some jewelry that would go along with it; the dark gray cardigan that Karin pulled out of her closet matched her heels, and within seconds, she was ready for the night.

Karin redid her hair that night as well, braiding it down the side, clipping her bangs to the side while Sakura curled her rose quartz locks, letting each strand fall with a bounce. Karin allowed Sakura to curl her hair as well, taming the red locks of hair that inhabited her head.

With each girl all dolled up and looking cute for the night, they were now in the car and pulling up to the selected party house for the night.

“This is it?” Karin asked from the backseat, next to Sakura.

“It might not look like much, but it’s killer on the inside!”

“Who’s house?” Ino asked.

“Sai’s. You know Sai,” Naruto jabbed at her with a shit eating grin. Ino playfully punched his arm before turning around and facing Sakura and Karin.

“Alright girls. Who’s going to be your New Year’s kiss?” Ino’s smile was dangerous and it made Sakura’s stomach somersault just thinking about it. Neither of them answered, which caused Ino to frown and roll her eyes. “Fine. Mine is definitely going to be Sai.”

Her baby blue eyes shot back to Naruto, dangerous and wild as he shrugged and shook his head. “I could’ve told them that.”

“Whatever, Loudmouth! Let’s go.”

Sakura laughed at her friends and exited through her door. The four of them embraced the cool night air as they began to walk down the road. It was always like Naruto to park a couple blocks away -- in case of cops. Tonight would be different, Sakura thought. They ever partied this close to downtown, and as they walked up on the entrance to Sai’s house, they were greeted by his fake, eerie smile and dark orbs.

“Welcome,” he greeted and casually stepped aside. “I see you’ve got a lot going on for you tonight, Naruto. You sure you can handle all of them at once?”

Ino laughed louder than she had meant to, and Sakura scoffed. Karin’s face flushed completely red, a darker shade than her hair as they walked through the door. Naruto on the other hand had his hands balled into fists while his azure eyes burned with anger.

“You bastard.”

While the front room looked like a complete masterpiece, there was nobody around. No music, no drinks, no food, nothing. Sakura took in her surroundings, memorizing the staircase that led upstairs and how the kitchen was located just off the front room.

“We’ll be downstairs.” Sai answered casually, and with that, he led the way from the front door and towards a door that was located farther back in the house. It was completely blowing Sakura’s mind that she still hadn’t heard a single voice or sound of music, but the second Sai opened the door, a staircase was revealed, and the faint pounding of bass sounded through her ears.

“These walls are really soundproof, eh?” Karin asked before rasping her knuckles against the wooden walls.

“That’s what happens when you grow up in a family of artists.”

The five of them began their adventure down the stairs and through another room about the size of the entry way. Alas, when Sai opened the door, they were in a large basement and welcomed by flashing, strobe lights and thunderous music. The amount of people that filled the room amazed Sakura, and one by one, they began to file in.

“This is amazing!” Ino cooed from beside Sai. He simply nodded before pointing towards the bar that resided on the left side of the room.

“Alcohol is over there. If we run out, then we run out.”

His monotone voice was finally drowned out by all the different noises, and one by one, the four of them began to drink their drinks. Time began to fly by with each drink that Sakura downed, and instead of trying to relax and enjoy the party, she felt her heart throb with more pain after every drink.

By the time eleven-thirty rolled around, she felt absolutely exhausted. Her feet hurt from all the walking around and dancing that their small group had been doing, and instead of withstanding the pain, she resorted to quieter place and began to rub out her aching feet.

“Everything okay?” A deep, raspy voice sounded from behind her.

Her eyes could hardly make out who it was, but instead of answering, she scoffed. “Everyone seems to be asking that lately. It’s getting annoying.” She had loose lips thanks to the alcohol and she immediately regretted her bitchy comment.

“Well, you’re over here and not with the party. Plus you’re rubbing your feet.”

“Who even are you?” Sakura dropped her foot from her lap and turned to the find the mysterious voice. She had heard it somewhere before, and to her surprise, it belonged to Kiba. “Oh.”

His toothy smirk sent chills down her spine, and the way his dark brown eyes settled on her made her cheeks heat with a blush.

“Feeling sassy tonight?” He teased lightly. Sakura only scoffed once more before she rolled her eyes. Although she had never really talked to Kiba, it was nice to converse with someone in a somewhat quiet and relaxed atmosphere. Even with the slight sting of alcohol coursing through her veins, she felt her body begin to relax in Kiba’s presence.

“It’s just been a rough week.” It was the first time she had answered someone with complete and utter honesty, and to almost a complete stranger. Again, alcohol seemed to have that effect on her, causing her to do things without thinking them through first.

“I feel ya,” Kiba grinned while he scratched the back of his head. “Say, I see you around at parties but never actually have the time to talk. Crazy, right?”

“That, or you’re just trying to get lucky tonight.” Sakura smiled at her ‘sassiness’ and watched as Kiba’s eyes widened and his cheeks glowed with a faint tint of red.

“No, that’s not--”

“Chill! I’m only kidding,” Sakura giggled. When she slipped her heels back on over her feet, she stood to meet his standing form and offered a gentle smile. “I’ll see you around.” With that, Sakura made her way back towards Ino, Naruto and Karin and greeted them with an ear to ear grin.

“Hooking up with Kiba?” Ino shouted over the music.

“Hell no,” Sakura laughed back. The last thing she wanted tonight was to think about guys and their silly ways. Her heart still throbbed for Sasuke after all, and if she was going to be hooking up with any guys, it would be him. But she had sworn him off, due to his selfish and arrogant ways, now here she was, at another party with her friends and a potential guy that had taken interest in her.

Sakura had decided that she was done with drinking after her talk with Kiba. The last thing she wanted was for something to happen and internally destroy her life and draw her down. Although she had her friends there with her and they would never let anything happen to her, Sakura didn’t want them to have to put their night on hold just to babysit their little pink haired friend.

It was only five minutes away from midnight now, and while the music continued to blare on, Sakura began to exit the room and climb the steps up to the main floor of Sai’s home. She immediately vanished through the front door and out into the fresh midnight air. People continued to scatter the streets, and it was only a matter of a couple minutes before the countdown started and lips began to lock on one another.

Sakura exhaled hard as she took a seat on the concrete steps and hugged her arms around her body. Her curled locks fell down in front of her face as she leaned over and concentrated on the snow that lined the streets. Everything felt cold around her now as she melted into the cool air. Finally, she could hear yelling from down the street, each voice counting down from ten and it echoed throughout the tall buildings and car filled streets.

She smiled to herself and acknowledged that this upcoming year would be her time to shine. She would move out of her parent’s home, start college and eventually meet a new guy that wouldn’t go against her trust. Sakura finally felt her eyes start to burn as tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She refused to cry, refused to give in to the sadness in her heart, and it was when she heard the final number echo throughout the street that her phone began to ring violently.

“Hello?” She answered immediately without looking at the caller ID.

“Sakura,” his voice gasped into the phone. Her heart was in her throat, hearing his voice sound so panicked, yet the way he spoke her name sounded all too slurred and it stirred worry in her stomach.

“What’s wrong, Sasuke?” She asked immediately. Sakura was no longer sitting, but she was on her feet and pacing back and forth. The cold air no longer had an effect on her as she bit her lip and waited for his answer.

“Come here.”

She frowned at his response. “Where are you?” She asked once more, her tone firm and voice low and hard. There was something wrong with the way he spoke, and as much as Sakura hated the fact that he had called and she had answered, she needed to face him and figure out what exactly was wrong with him. Whether he was lying in the street hurt somewhere or lost, there was something wrong with his voice.

“The bar by my home. I want to go home--but I’m so--”

His voice cut off, as did his phone. The call dropped and Sakura felt immediately sick to her stomach. She was no longer pacing around in front of Sai’s home, but running down the slick and icy sidewalks.

Viridian eyes began to scan for the building that Sasuke’s home resided in, and the second she found it, she began to search her surroundings for a bar and for a guy that was stumbling around outside.

“Fucking hell, Sasuke.” She cursed to herself. Of course, the one night that he called her was on New Year’s when plenty of people roamed the streets at midnight. This was going to be near impossible, but whenever it was Sakura that needed help, he was almost always there immediately.

Her heeled feet carried her down the busy streets, and although many men had made rather vulgar and disgusting comments towards her, she continued her search for Sasuke. Bar after bar, stranger after stranger, she searched everywhere. Sakura finally glanced at her phone and felt her stomach flip upside down when she saw that time had been ticking by. It was now twelve-forty-five and still no sign of Sasuke.

Sakura was now almost to his building, and finally she found him. His back was leaned up against the building while he sat on the cold, hard ground and came to rest his head on the wall. He looked exhausted, almost like he was sleeping when Sakura ran up to him.

“What the hell, Sasuke!” She started, her eyes wide and her chest heaving with anger when she was nearly to him. His head snapped in her direction and she couldn’t see those dark, alluring eyes that she had grown all too familiar with, but the second she marched right up to him, she had her finger poked into his chest while tears rimmed her eyes.

“I thought you were fucking hurt or something happened to you! You can’t just do that. You can’t just tell me to come here and tell me you’re somewhere that you’re not! You can’t just--”

Sasuke’s arms had come to wrap around her, his lips pressing to hers all too fast and her mind was now in a whirlwind of thoughts. His scent surrounded her, she could taste the alcohol on his tongue the second it slipped passed her lips, and the way his body felt against hers was everything she wanted, everything she needed -- just not now.

Sakura pulled away, and Sasuke stopped. Instead of continuing what he wanted to do, he exhaled deeply and allowed his eyes to close. In the dark of the night, under the light that provided light to the residents that lived in the building, they stood in silence and comfort in one another’s arms.

His head rested against hers, while her arms wrapped around his waist. Sakura could hardly breathe, but with Sasuke safe in her arms, she finally inhaled, then exhaled her relief.

“I was so scared,” she muttered, “don’t do that ever again.”

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yangssunglasses · 8 years ago

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No Summons Allowed

SSM day 15 prompt: The Slug and The Snake

Rated T

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No Summons Allowed

It was a standard, even encouraged practice among those who held summoning contracts to bond with their summons outside of training and missions. It deepened the bond between the shinobi and the nin-animal as both parties got the chance to learn each other's personality and quirks, which in turn helped in perfecting their teamwork on field. That's why, when Sakura found a nest on a tree outside her and Sasuke's bedroom window, she only smiled and cooed at the pair of hawks sitting on their five eggs.

“Look, Sasuke-kun, they're just like us,” she told her husband with a bright smile as they lounged together on their bed. “They're going to be parents too.”

His gaze drifted down to her hand rubbing gently the still small swell on her stomach through the thin nightgown. He put his hand over hers, their fingers overlapping. Sakura sighed happily.

“Do you know when they will hatch?” she asked.

“In about a month,” he replied.

She hummed.

“Well, we've got more time before our baby comes. Maybe he or she will make a contract with the little hawks? What do you think?”

Sasuke scooted closer and nuzzled her neck. “I don't know. It depends on what our child will want.”

Sakura stretched her neck, exposing it to his gentle caresses. His mouth, nose, cheek brushed her delicate skin lightly, making her shiver. She'd never pegged him as a touchy-feely type of a lover, he was always so physically distant with everyone and avoiding close contact, but in the privacy of their bedroom he loved to touch her constantly. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, running them down her arms, back, stomach, putting them around her waist and holding her tightly. He'd never had enough, but she didn't complain as she enjoyed the intimacy just as much as he did.

“Well, it could be that our child will prefer something more powerful... like a slug,” Sakura mentioned playfully.

Sasuke's attentions to her neck stopped abruptly.

“Darling? What's wrong?” she asked, turning her head to look at him.

He wore a scrunched up expression as he kept rubbing her stomach slowly. “I suppose if our child becomes a medic like you, he or she would like a slug summon.”

Sakura raised herself on the elbow. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He looked back at her calmly. “You heard what I said.”

“Are you implying slugs aren't powerful?” she asked with an offended air on behalf of her summons.

“No, I meant they are best suited to medics. Their healing is very powerful,” he explained himself, the irritation seeping through despite his best efforts to keep his tone non-confrontational.

“They're invaluable in battle too! You should see Lady Katsuyu!” Sakura argued.

He really, really didn't want to argue about such a silly thing, but his wife was obviously wrong, so he couldn't help himself. “I understand you're being loyal to your summons, but objectively speaking, snakes are the most powerful from all the summons. Their versatility alone-”

“Slugs ARE incredibly versatile!” Sakura exclaimed. “They can't be broken or crushed, they can bend every way, divide into smaller slugs, make a safe cocoon around you-”

“Sakura, snakes are strong and sturdy and very agile, they can bend and make cocoons too and they're fast enough to dodge attacks instead of taking them. They don't need to divide when their scales are tough enough to withstand even big explosions.”

“Sasuke-kun, didn't Orochimaru teach you that the Slug always beats the Snake?” Sakura asked with narrowed eyes.

“Is that what Tsunade told you?” he replied with a snort. “It may work in a child's game, but the real life is different.”

Sakura pounced on top of him, one hand locked on his only wrist and pinning it down to the mattress, the other on his shoulder. She smirked down at his immobilized form.

“Aren't you getting a bit too haughty? You should cut the crap about this whole snake superiority. It's just a myth.” She leaned down to him to whisper in his ear. “Besides, don't you know... that a summon is only as good as the summoner?” She gave a small nibble on his earlobe and he went rigid as she drew up again. “That's why the Slug always wins,” she said boastfully.

“Sakura,” he said with a growl, roving his gaze over her appreciatively, “you don't know what you're getting into.”

“Oh, I do, darling.”

“Then you should put your money where your mouth is.” He wrenched his hand out of her grip and pulled her down into a demanding, hot kiss.

“Gladly,” she gasped out, before attacking him with her tongue once more.

In the end, the winner wasn't clear, but the tension between the couple due to their little spat was all worked out in the best of ways. Sasuke expected the matter of slugs and snakes to be forgotten entirely. It's not like they could predict how their child would turn out. They would just have to see in a few years.

A few days later, when he reached into a basket on the kitchen counter for a fresh, ripe and juicy tomato to snack on and instead came into contact with something cold, slimy and gross, he leaped away with a yelp of disgust. He held his hand up for an inspection. It was covered in a transparent, thick and gooey slime.

“What the hell,” he muttered a curse and quickly washed the muck off in the sink.

Then Sasuke very carefully approached the tomato basket and peered in. What he found inside made his blood boil.

“Sakura!” a yell resounded through the house. It was a short and urgent call, full of restraint. Something happened, not life-threatening, but important enough that her husband raised his voice to call for her assistance.

“Yes, darling?” Sakura appeared in the doorway after a short while it took her to come from the study.

Sasuke was sitting at the kitchen table with a dark expression on his face.

“Please explain why there is a fucking slug in my damn tomato basket,” he said tightly, gesturing at the basket on the table in front of him.

Sakura raised one pink eyebrow. “There's no need to be so coarse,” she commented on his language.

She checked inside the basket and there really was a small blue slug, just a finger long, innocently munching on the tomatoes. She smiled softly at the adorable sight of her summon.

“Thanks for finding her, I was wondering where she ran off to. Looks like she's got a little hungry, right, my little gourmand?” she asked the slug and it nodded shyly.

“Whatever. Just take it away. And keep it out of the kitchen in the future,” Sasuke said through gritted teeth.

Sakura frowned at him. “Why are you like this?” She gathered the slug in her palm and showed it to Sasuke. Cradled safely in her hold, it was a well-fed, happy and friendly slug. “This is Mi-chan, she's Katsuyu's great-granddaughter. Say hello to Sasuke, Mi-chan!” The slug moved its antennae up and down in greeting. “See how polite she is!” Sakura praised.

Sasuke wasn't as impressed, judging by his sour look and how his chair seemed to magically move back a few good inches.

“Sakura, I don't care about your slug's manners,” he told her. “It ate my tomatoes. Don't let it happen again or-”

“Or what?” she cut him off with a sweet smile. “Are you going to fight a little, itsy-bitsy slug? So you admit that slugs are a powerful threat? Just imagine how fast and strong she would grow if she keeps eating your tomatoes.”

Sasuke glared at her. So this was all about proving her point about slugs?

“Don't make such a scary face, Mi-chan will get hungry from the stress,” Sakura admonished. “And don't worry, next time I'll get her a nice big lettuce. Your tomatoes will be safe,” she added nonchalantly as she sashayed out of the kitchen with her slug in tow.

Sasuke's fists clenched as he watched her go.

She may have won this round, because she took him by surprise, but from now on... the battle was on.

Sakura enjoyed sleeping in on weekends. It wasn't out of ordinary for her to wake up and stretch out her arms only to find an empty, still warm spot in place of her husband. This time was no different, so Sakura only squinted and yawned cutely as she rolled to the center of the bed.

Something moved under the sheets.

The kunoichi stilled, instantly put on alert, chiding herself inwardly for overreacting. She was probably still dreaming.

Then something chilly and very much alive brushed against her calf.

Her scream of terror rattled the whole house.

In an instant, Sakura flung herself out of the bed. She crouched by the wall opposite to it, panting harshly, a kunai clutched defensively in front of her as she stared at the crumpled covers on the bed. Something was definitely wriggling under them.

Sasuke entered the bedroom. “What's going on?”

“Something's in the bed! Please kill it!” Sakura cried out. She was shaking like a leaf from the scare. Her husband's calm presence was reassuring in this crisis.

“Kill?” he asked dubiously, then lifted the covers. A small, purple snake was coiled on the bed in the warm spot previously occupied by Sakura's body. “Oh, it's just Koda, Aoda's youngest son. I had him help me yesterday and he stayed the night.” Sasuke held out his arm to the snake and it climbed on, wrapping around the warm appendage snugly.

“You mean you had a snake in our bed all night and you didn't tell me?” Sakura's voice rose a few octaves as she came to grips with this revelation. Her green eyes were shooting daggers at him. “What if it bit me?”

“He wouldn't, Koda is very well-behaved. Snakes instinctively seek out heat sources, so he just wanted to cuddle with you when I left.”

“Cuddle?” Sakura choked on the word. “With a snake? They're the least cuddly animals around.” She shuddered at the mere idea, unknowingly giving him the opening he needed.

“You don't know until you try. Here, pet him,” Sasuke held the snake out to her. Koda curiously poked out his bi-forked tongue, tasting the air. Sakura took it wrongly as a sign that he was going to bite and she jerked away with a paling face. She shook her head frantically.

“No! Take it away from me!” she cried out.

Sasuke cocked his head. “Are you afraid of a little, harmless snake?”

“I'm not! I just don't want to touch it!” she denied.

“Then you're afraid of touching a snake.” Sasuke smirked. Hook, line and sinker. “So you finally admit snakes are more fearsome and powerful. Even this tiny one scared a seasoned kunoichi like you to death.”

Sakura gaped at him. “Sasuke-kun!” she gasped, eyes bugging out at his devious mind game. “You... you did this on purpose!”

He didn't bother to deny.

“You put a snake in our bed to prove this snake superiority crap?!” she asked with a growl. “Is this your idea of revenge for that accident with Mi-chan?!”

Sasuke scoffed. Accident his ass. She'd thrown down a gauntlet and he only picked it up.

“Sakura, if you can't handle the payback, you shouldn't have started anything with me,” he replied smugly.

A green fire lit in her narrowed eyes. “I didn't start anything, but I will put it to an end!” she declared hotly. “Training ground 45, in an hour. Don't be late.”

His smile showed too much teeth. “I'll be there.”

The showdown between two disciples of the Sannins was spectacular as they pitted their strength, wits and summons against each other, but their fun was cut short when Kakashi dispatched Naruto and his toads to stop things from getting out of the hand. Sasuke and Sakura didn't appreciate their teammate butting into their marital disagreement and the fight ended with a three-way deadlock. Understandably, there was no winner in this outcome.

In the end, Sasuke and Sakura agreed to a new rule: the summons were no longer allowed in the house.

But the dispute of the Slug and the Snake still wasn't settled.

Some changes occurred in the time after their battle—the little hawks hatched, Sakura's stomach got bigger and rounder...

Then she went out shopping for baby things. Later Sasuke found the blue slug-themed blanket and a slug onesie complete with antennae on its little hood in the baby's room.

Next day, Sakura saw a smiling snake plushie in the crib.

The battle raged on.

A few years later, little Sarada was playing with her toys on the carpet. Apart from the snake plushie, she had a slug toy that doubled as a pillow, a green frog from Naruto, a cat, a dog, a duck, and a dino. The girl was doing play fights between the animals.

Both of her parents were sitting on the couch. Sakura was watching TV and Sasuke was reading a newspaper, but their attention became riveted on their daughter when Sarada took the slug in her hand. Then the girl paused as she considered which other toy would be the slug's opponent. Both parents waited with a bated breath.

She picked the snake.

Sakura and Sasuke's gazes met. This was it.

Their daughter would decide on the winner.

Sarada acted out a long, arduous battle with many fake deaths, hissing noises and devastating attacks, but there was no apparent victor. Suddenly, the little girl put down the toys.

“Mama, can I have a cookie?” She turned to her mother, surprising her with the question.

“Of course, sweetie... but why didn't you finish the fight?” Sakura couldn't help but ask.

“Oh, Slug-chan and Snake-kun got tired, so they went to sleep.”

As cute as her explanation was, it didn't answer her parents' burning question.

“Sarada, tell Papa who won,” Sasuke said.

The girl shrugged. “They're both so strong that they can't beat each other.”

“So it's a draw?” Sakura asked and Sarada nodded.

“But if they trained up, who will win next time?” Sasuke inquired.

The girl picked up the toys again and pushed their heads together. Then she looked at her parents seriously. “They won't fight because they love each other. Kiss, kiss!” She mashed the toys' heads against each other.

Sakura and Sasuke exchanged amused glances.

“Can I have my cookie now?” Sarada reminded them impatiently and Sakura got up to get it for her.

“She's right, you know,” Sakura told her husband later as she sank into the couch next to him, pressing herself into his side. He wrapped an arm around her.

“What about?”

“The Slug and the Snake are in love,” she said with an impish grin.

He smiled back.

Sakura pecked his cheek. “But the Slug is still stronger,” she whispered.

Sasuke rolled his eyes. “Show me and then I'll believe it.”

“Alright. Bedroom, tonight?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

When Sarada was twelve, she obtained her own summoning contract, which wasn't a snake or a slug. But that is a story for another time.

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setaripendragon · 8 years ago

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Yin and Yang - Part 2

Hidan is informed, and Itachi freaks out. Warnings again for, well, Hidan.

No one liked it when Hidan bled on the couches, but Hidan took most of their attempts to dissuade him as encouragement. Not Itachi’s, because Itachi had mastered the art of rewarding good behaviour with pain and bad behaviour with indifference. And Itachi was unfailingly polite, even when the couch wasn’t his, the ‘house’ was owned by S-rank missing nin, and bloodstains were probably the least the damn thing was going to see before it finally got replaced. Again.

Hidan smiled lazily up at the ceiling, something deep within him aching deliciously when he remembered the look on Itachi’s face, the bewildered grief, when he’d told Hidan about his mother. She’d had no qualms about terrifying her household into good behaviour, and Itachi still embodied her lessons on manners, even after everything.

But Itachi wasn’t here right now, so Hidan was going to lie on the couch and bask in Jashin-sama’s glory. He was still floating on the high of a proper sacrifice and death still clung to his eyelids if he closed them for too long. It was nice to be able to flop bonelessly somewhere that wasn’t the floor. He could, he supposed, have sprawled over his bed, but the problem was that he more often than not shared it with Itachi, and bleeding all over it without him felt wrong somehow.

A small sound caught his attention, and Hidan lazily turned his head. Itachi stood behind the couch, looking down at him with an unreadable expression. After he got over the shock, Hidan found himself scowling on principle at the dead-eyed look his lover was giving him. “What?” He groused.

“I need to speak with you.” Itachi stated. “In private.”

At that, some of Hidan’s ire slipped away. Itachi only ever really wanted to be in private when emotions got involved, and if he was asking without Hidan needing to prompt him, that was probably a good sign. Still way too much heathen bullshit for Hidan’s tastes, but at least Itachi was getting more aware of his own bullshit. Still, Hidan groaned as he rolled himself off the couch. Itachi didn’t even look at the dark splotches on the once pale blue fabric, which Hidan took as another good sign. If he was caught up in his own head enough that he failed to notice, whatever was going on in there was going to be an epic shitstorm of suffering.

Impulsively, Hidan slung an arm over Itachi’s shoulders. He wanted to be close to him in that moment, to breathe him in and thank Jashin-sama for every moment he got to hurt with this beautiful, broken man. Itachi stiffened, quivering with tension, and then leaned into Hidan. They walked side by side into their bedroom, and then Itachi turned away to close the door carefully and quietly behind them. He remained facing away from Hidan for a long moment, long enough for Hidan to fidget, and then scowl, and then loose the last of his patience. “What the fuck’s wrong?” He demanded.

Itachi didn’t answer right away. He drew in a deep, slow breath that fluttered and trembled like a failing heartbeat. Then, finally, in a carefully measured and mild voice that got Hidan’s hackles up automatically, he said simply; “I am pregnant.”

That. Did not make sense.

“The fuck?” Hidan wondered distantly, and then his temper caught up with him. “That’s fucking bullshit, don’t fuck me around like this, Itachi, it’s fucked up to fake suffering just to-” Itachi flinched, and Hidan stopped. Itachi was far, far too proud to fake a flinch like that, too damaged to make light of that sort of hurt, and Hidan knew that. He had always known that, but he couldn’t think of another explanation, because the idea that Itachi might simply be telling the truth was… “You’re male.” He stressed.

“Technically, I have both male and female reproductive organs.” Itachi corrected him softly.

Hidan was pretty well acquainted with Itachi’s sexual organs, as it happened, and he hadn’t noticed anything particularly feminine going on down there. “You don’t have a fucking pussy.” He rephrased, a little wild with desperation.

“No.” Itachi agreed, and Hidan really wanted to relax at that, but then Itachi turned, and he saw the starkly bitter humour on Itachi’s face, and felt his stomach sink. “The medic I saw said the most accurate term was probably a cloaca.” He informed Hidan, as if that word was supposed to fucking mean something to him. It was nothing more than jibberish to his ears. “They also informed me that they were ‘pretty sure’ it would be a live birth, but there was a possibility that I may instead lay eggs.”

“Eggs.” Hidan repeated dumbly.

Itachi’s face crumpled, and he crossed the room to sit down on the edge of the bed and cover his face with his hands. Even through the haze of disbelieving shock, Hidan decided that was a fucking stupid thing to do, and followed him over to kneel in front of him and peel his hands away. He kept them occupied by holding them in his own so that he could watch the play of emotion across Itachi’s face. It was the only thing that felt real to him right now. No matter what he was feeling, how much the confusion and desperation and fear hurt him, Itachi was suffering right along with him.

The expression on Itachi’s face vacillated between stark terror and a wild hilarity. “It’s funny. If I had waited just eighteen months longer, I would have been checked for that particular recessive trait. I would have been told what could happen if I engaged in unprotected anal sex. But by the time my… my womb had developed, there was no one left to warn me.”

Hidan didn’t say a word as Itachi cracked his way into laughter that quickly devolved into half-hysterical sobbing. His hands clenched white-knuckled around Hidan’s, and little shivers darted up Hidan’s arms from the bluntly aching bruises already forming under that punishing grip. Hidan was perhaps the only person alive who could say he’d seen Itachi in a similar state before, but that usually came after several hours of hard play. He’d never seen him broken down to shattered remains quite so easily before.

When Itachi looked to be trying to reel himself back in, Hidan pressed in and up, nuzzled against Itachi’s face and flicked his tongue out to taste the salt of his tears. “Fucking sacred.” He breathed, like he always did. He got a cracked little whine from Itachi and a sudden flood of new tears. He hummed his approval, and closed his eyes against the storm of blissful agony that was swirling to life inside him. “So beautiful, sweetheart, never seen you so broken before, and it’s beautiful.”

“Everything’s broken now.” Itachi whispered between great heaving shuddering breaths. “I-” Words failed him, and he shook his head.

“Shut your fucking face, idiot.” Hidan murmured tenderly. “You don’t need words right now, I can feel you. Got your hooks so deep under my ribs I’m fucking choking on them. I’m here with you, sweetheart, for every wound you suffer.” That earned him a smile, weak and broken and barely more than momentary, but it was honest, and there was little Hidan appreciated more than stark, raw honesty. It usually hurt the best, after all.

They sat like that for a small age, Itachi bowed and bent and shuddering to pieces, Hidan kneeling in supplication at the alter of his agony. It ebbed and flowed, like the tide, like the breath in their lungs, peaks of intensity and hollows of respite, and slowly, slowly, the pain ran its course. When Itachi seemed to have cried himself out, Hidan took stock of the situation.

Itachi… Itachi really was fucking pregnant, apparently. Maybe with eggs instead of a baby or whatever. Like a fucking bird. Because Hidan had come up his ass one too many times without a condom. That was… so beyond the realm of anything Hidan could have imagined that it skipped straight past terrifying and right into ridiculous. Except for how it was entirely unfunny, no matter what Itachi said in the middle of a hysterical breakdown.

“So.” Hidan began roughly, needing just one or two questions answered before he lost his goddamned mind completely wondering about them. “Eggs?” He said again, maybe a little more desperately than he meant to.

Itachi’s smile was a twisted, awful little thing. Hidan loved it. “I suspect such a thing would have been documented in my Clan’s records and yet I found no references to such a thing, so I don’t believe it’s likely. However, it is possible those records were destroyed or tampered with, and the medic I spoke to thought it was enough of a possibility to mention, so it seemed best not to rule it out.” He explained dryly, and with no little amount of weariness.

“Right.” Hidan agreed dazedly. He decided he wasn’t even going to entertain the thought unless it became a reality. Worrying about what could happen was stupid and sinful, anyway. Instead, he focused on the now, on Itachi, pregnant and deeply distressed about it. Hidan studied his boyfriend’s face and tried to empathise.

Obviously part of this was about Itachi’s family and the fact that he’d killed them all. Well, except Sasuke. And now except this new kid. “You’re fucked up about having a family again, huh?” He asked with a dark smile.

Itachi swallowed, and nodded. “I… I don’t know how I feel, only that I do. I… it seems so disrespectful. I killed my family, I have no right to-”

Hidan scoffed. “You have every right to your own suffering.” He stated firmly, like he had dozens of times before and probably would dozens of times in the future. Itachi was stupidly caught up on what he was allowed to feel, as if anyone else had any right to dictate how another related to Jashin-sama.

“And if I’m… happy about it?” Itachi wondered.

“And as thou finds bliss in agony, so too shalt thou find agony in bliss, for all things are fleeting, and after the peak of thy joy must come the inevitable descent into the depths of thy sorrow, and all happiness is naught but the harbinger of future suffering.” Hidan recited. Then he released one of Itachi’s hands to grab his chin and force him to meet Hidan’s gaze as he repeated, forcefully; “You have every right to your own suffering.”

Itachi closed his eyes and ducked his head to press a kiss to Hidan’s thumb. “Thank you.”

Hidan just nodded. Then, after thinking about it for a moment, he asked. “Are you happy about it?”

He didn’t get an answer right away. Itachi tipped his head to one side as he considered the question. “I’m terrified.” He admitted softly. “My family was… not very well adjusted, and I am probably insane. I don’t want this child to inherit any of that. They deserve better.” Then he smiled faintly. “Of course, in saying that, it’s clear that I already love them.”

“Life isn’t something you fucking deserve.” Hidan huffed. “It’s Jashin-sama’s gift to all his children. We all suffer, we all bleed, we all cry. How and when and why doesn’t fucking matter, it’s the pain that unites us all. Don’t be a heathen cunt and wish for this kid to never fucking live at all just because you think they ‘deserve better’ or some shit.”

Itachi’s eyes flashed crimson, with furiously spinning pinwheels. “I never said-”

“Yeah you fucking did.” Hidan interrupted, meeting Itachi’s glare with one of his own. “They deserve better than the divine gift of suffering?”

“They deserve better than having to share mine!” Itachi snapped, wrenching his hands away from Hidan as he leaned back and turned his face away.

Oh, now Hidan was ready to cut a bitch. He surged to his feet and shoved Itachi down onto the bed where he could pin him down, one hand grinding the bones of his wrists together, the other clenched hard around Itachi’s jaw, palm pressed against his mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare say your suffering isn’t just as glorious as anyone else’s. You are not Jashin-sama. You don’t get to decide what value your suffering has. And don’t you dare, you selfish heathen cowardly motherfucker, try to hide that sacred blessing from the people who are willing to share it with you.”

Itachi stared up at him, something wildly conflicted in his red eyes. Hidan watched the emotion flare in his expression, felt his lips move under Hidan’s palm, and waited for the message to sink home. “So the kid might be just as fucked up as you are? Good. From the moment they take their first breath, they’re gonna know and be known for who they truly are. We’re gonna bleed with every wound, cry with every hurt, breathe with every beat of their heart.” Hidan paused, and gave Itachi a deeply irritated glare. “Don’t you think they deserve to have a father who knows their every ache and agony?”

After a heartbeat, Hidan let go of Itachi’s face. But Itachi didn’t say a word, just stared up at Hidan as though he’d never truly seen him before. He blinked, once, twice, in rapid succession. His eyes were wet, swimming with tears that just weren’t enough to shed. In a move Hidan couldn’t keep up with, Itachi squirmed a wrist free, and reached up to tangle his fingers with Hidan’s and draw their linked hands to his mouth. He pressed his lips to Hidan’s calloused knuckles the way Hidan might press his lips to the amulet he wore around his neck, or the blade of his scythe right before he drove it through his own ribs. Like a benediction. “They do.” Itachi breathed against Hidan’s skin, meeting Hidan’s startled gaze pointedly.

Right. Hidan was this kid’s father, too.

It was nothing he’d ever expected. He’d never thought to plan for it – not that he planned much at all, really – or even wondered if it might happen to him one day. That didn’t mean he was unhappy that it had. He wasn’t exactly sure he was happy about it either, but whatever trials and tribulations were ahead of them, well, Jashin-sama worked in mysterious ways.

Hidan flopped down to lie beside Itachi. “I’m kinda jealous.” He said with a wicked grin. Itachi raised an eyebrow at him. “I hear labour is supposed to be really fucking painful.” Itachi closed his eyes, expression pained, and Hidan cackled.

#Naruto #Uchiha Itachi #Hidan #HidaIta #I have no idea what I'm doing #But I really enjoyed writing this so whatever #One of the things I love about these two #is how Hidan is actually the more emotionally intelligent one #even though he can be dumb as a brick #because Itachi is waaay too messed up to know how to deal with his shit

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