12/30/2013

The Aftermath

Chapter 1

The sound of running water had awoken her.

She started opening her eyes and let out a soft groan as she tried to sit up but was interrupted by the pounding noise going inside her head.

'What the hell happened last night' she thinks to herself as she is finally able to sit on the mattress and automatically begins analyzing her surroundings.

White cheap walls are in front her.

She is in a small room with the door located at the right and a small sofa on the left corner of the room where there seems to be another door... 'maybe bathroom?'

'That doesn't seem right, if the bathrooms there, where is the damn water noise coming from?'

She is very confused, and that headache isn't helping her remember the events that led to where she currently is.

'Where in the world is she?'

She finally decides to investigate around and shifts on the dull mattress when all of a sudden she touches another flesh.

She screams internally as all of a sudden she is scared to turn to the owner of the arm that she just felt.

'Oh Kami please don't let it be what I think I "did" last night' she thinks as she cowardly looks down to her body first, unable to glance at her bed buddy.

Her eyes widen as she realizes that she is completely naked and the only thing covering her body is a very thin sheet passing by what.. a blanket?

No longer wanting to wait another second she looks towards to her left to confirm her doubts hoping that she might be wrong.

But no of coarse she wasn't.

The damn universe isn't that fucking nice to her. Her green eyes glance over the sleeping body and she registers a tall, broad shouldered man with dark hair sleeping on his front, hiding his identity away from her.

With that she is instantaneously remembering what happened.

Arriving in Japan, Ino pig dragging her out to a club, dancing, drinking, drinking, too much drinking, that ditcher Ino, and then she couldn't remember much but flirting with a guy, apparently this guy next to her, dancing with him, then kissing, a lot of kissing, oh and a lot of touching, and then ending up here?

Damn how can she not remember all the details, especially what he looks like.

As if on cue, the sleeping man begins to stir and subconsciously moves his body to face her and she almost faints as she takes in his full appearance.

'He's fucking beautiful!'

She was so thankful that she was able to see his backside first, because if she had looked at his face first she would have believed that she had fucked a beautiful woman.

Okay, well maybe she was exaggerating a tad, but he truthfully was the most gorgeous man she has ever seen... or apparently slept with.

For childish reason, she suddenly became self-conscious. I mean how could one not?; waking up to someone as godly looking as the guy sleeping quietly next to her.

'How can a guy like this even exist', she thinks to herself as she starts examining him with her eyes.

Not only is his face drop dead gorgeous but also the top half of his body that she can see almost makes her shriek.

'Where the hell did this guy come from, and how did I manage to score with him?!' she muses as she keeps staring at those abs on his toned chest.

She almost let's her inner self take over as she has a sensation to touch him but knows that what happened last night was not happening again, well at least not with him, one night stands aren't her thing especially since those rare college nights are over.

She sighs and looks back at the tall figure still sleeping... peacefully? No, he's not smiling but he just looks comfortable on his side of the mattress.

As if he was reading her mind, he starts to shift position and Sakura has to hold in another scream as the bed sheet starts slipping off him.

'Oh please don't move' she thinks inwardly and is relieved when the bed sheet is covering his bottom parts.

'Its not like you haven't seen it', her inner self teases and she can't help the blush that is beginning to creep on her cheeks, an just like that BAMM all the memories from last night hits her like a tsunami.

Yes they flirted, yes they kissed, and then yes the touching came, and most importantly yes they were over the top wasted. She didn't know him but last night she didn't care, she was stressed free, hot and sweaty from all the dancing, and most importantly she was attracted to him. Those are the only factors that mattered to her last night.

And him? Well all she can remember was bumping into him, initiating the flirting, she almost smacks herself, she wasn't a slut just throwing herself to random guys, but she was having fun and flirting is innocent enough, right?

Well no!

At that moment she promises herself that she will never flirt ever again. After her tactics, this male flirted back and not so innocently. They began chatting and obviously they both were wasted and in the end they only wanted one thing. Sex Sex and Sex!

It didn't take long for them to begin dancing and then the touching began and then the moaning was a wake up call for them to leave the over packed club, and they didn't even last a whole street because they stumbled into this old dirty motel and couldn't contain themselves.

She felt so ashamed of herself. She was no hooker and yet she couldn't even last a whole street, they were like heated animals she thinks as she looks back at him. And what about him? Yes he was godly looking but she thought she had a bit of class, well apparently that went down the drain as she glances around the dingy room.

'How can this even be considered a room?'

She really had no dignity she concluded as she finally discovered that the water noise that awoken her was from the next room.

'Damn those walls are like cardboard' she thinks and suddenly the memories come back once more and this time her whole face turns bright red of embarrassment.

They had stumbled into the motel office, which was just a tiny building with a window, she didn't even want to think about what the owner must of thought as her companion paid for a room for the night without being unable to keep his hands from her body.

Immediately after they entered their room, all their clothes were scattered every where and she was pushed sexually throughout the tiny room. She was standing against the walls, on top of the couch, and even sprawled over the floor, all the meanwhile they were beyond the limits of making out. Heck, they were just fucking anywhere and she

faintly remembers screaming as each orgasm hit her, waves after waves.

Damn that was the best sex she had ever had and she can hardly remember it? The booze really fucked her up, in more ways than one.

This wasn't happening again, well not for a while, one night of craziness is enough for her, once she returns home she needs to focus on priorities... But her inner self was sulking like there was no tomorrow, she was never going to see this guy again she

realized as she glances back at him.

She can slightly remember those fingers on her body.. That mouth of his all over her body, and his body pressed against her. His face was too perfect, ugh his eye color are the features that she can hardly remember but somehow she knows it was what got her in this room . He really was too beautiful for his own good and she knows that this

wasn't his first one night stand, he was too over experience even in his drunken state.

She sighs, she was just another one nightstand for him, no wonder he's still probably single, he can get any girl without commitment.

After a few more minuets of her just thinking she is hit with the after effects of drinking. She quickly but quietly scrambles out of the bed and barley makes it to the bathroom where she lets her stomach relieve itself. After grossly dumping the liquid out of her system and into the toilet she finally stands up and flushes it.

She goes over to the small sink and begins cleansing herself and looks up at the mirror above the sink.

'That bastard!'

She was staring at her upper body and her eyes immediately went to the greenish bluish spots all over her breast area! Oh god! She even had a hickey on her neck!

'What the hell!'. He really was an animal!

She had enough. This was supposed to be a one-night stand and he wasn't supposed to leave his markings visibly to the whole world! She would have to wear a scarf for a while she groaned out loud.

Last night was a mistake, although it was the best sex ever her inner self interjected, which made her more mad. She lost all her dignity yesterday and he seemed glad to take it away from her she muses as she gets out of the bathroom and starts looking for her clothes.

She quickly finds them scattered along with her "buddy's" clothes and as she dresses herself she looks at his clothes and realizes the brand of his black dress pants and navy shirt are of Armani.

Oh hell, this just infuriates her.

Obviously he isn't some low life bum on the streets but on the contrary is apparently pretty well off if he can afford to dress like this to a club; and he didn't have the decency to take her somewhere better!?.

Heck she wasn't asking for a 5 star hotel but this motel was a dump. She had to get out of here now, if she stayed any longer, she would definitely wake up his pretty little face of his and not so quietly.

As she tenderly made her way to open the door she realized that she would never see him again, oh hell with it she mumbled as she grabbed the door and made her way out and slammed the door as hard as she could and walked away with the most dignity she could muster... which wasn't much especially with the way she looked leaving the motel.

'Oh my Sakura-chan, I'm so glad you were able to make it, it's been forever, how can you be so mean to your obachan" the old stunning red haired women exclaimed as she squeezed the living day lights out of her youngest granddaughter.

"Ah bachan, I'm so sorry, I've been very busy with finishing school and interning at the hospital", Sakura managed to squeal out as she regained her breath after she was released.

"That's no excuse young lady! Can't you see how much I missed you!"

"Bachan don't make me feel guilty", Sakura whined out at her bachans puppy face, "I know I've been busy but I'm here in Japan just for your birthday party, you know it's hardly impossible to get me out of Boston let alone the country. But I came here for you because today is your special day, now stop pouting bachan, its your birthday so Happy Birthday!"

"Ohh Sakura! You always know just what to say! I can never be mad at you! ". Once again Sakura is engulfed in a tight hug. "Sakura-chan you know you look stunning right, now tell me are there any boys I should know of?"

"Bachan! You know I don't have time for a relationship"

"Who said anything about a relationship? People can have sex for fun you know, with no strings whatsoever. Oh don't give me that face Sakura-chan, it's the 21st century. You might be too busy with school but hopefully your bed hasn't been too cold, sex is a great stress reliever. And plus I don't want my youngest granddaughter getting cobwebs in her vag-"

"Bachan!" Sakura exclaims at her grandmother's blunt statement as her face turns beet red.

This is one of the many reason she loves her grandma. Besides Ino, her grandma is the person she knows she can count on unconditionally, she's like her second mom and best friend. But it still perturbs her how close her obachan gets to the truth.

After having left the motel, Sakura made her way back to Ino's penthouse where the said girl was nowhere to be found. After taking care of minimal things, she had lost the anger she had in the morning and decided that last night wasn't worth remembering anymore, although her inner self contradicted with that.

But finally getting ready for her Bachans birthday dinner, Sakura had a dilemma. Thanks to her "buddy's" markings she couldn't wear the extravagant low cut evening gown that Ino had picked out for her. So she ended up wearing her bold berry hue halter dress that curved around her waist and had a black illusion neckline perfectly hiding

the mark, with extra help of makeup. She was a bit saddened not to be able to wear the gown but she had to made it up with her simple but yet formal short dress, which went well with the black 5 inch suede bootie and black diamond earrings and high tight ponytail that would give Ino a run for her money.

Ino was nowhere to be found so Sakura decided to leave for the party and berate her best friend later.

So here she was, being pushed by her bachan to have a one-night stands so her vag-

"Ah Sakura you know I'm teasing"

The said girl looks up at her bachan. "Yes Bachan, I know you wouldn't approve of me sleeping with strangers every other night", she says sarcastically.

"Well, I don't know about that... Ah fine Sakura I'll drop it, don't give me that face, it's my birthday so you can't belittle me. But seriously Sakura look how you have grown, your so beautiful!"

Sakura blushes, "Thanks Bachan, but your the one who looks stunning

with that black shoulder gown! You look no older than 50, I'm wishing I get your genes"

"Oh stop child. You know plastic surgery does wonders to your body. I told you to go for that specialty, you would be a billionaire in no time."

"Aa bachan but-

"Oh my, Sakura is that you?"

Both females turn to the voice and see a tall middle-aged red haired woman coming their way.

"Sakura, darling, it's been many years, look how big you are!" Sakura was pulled into a hug.

"Yes auntie, I suppose that would happen when people don't see themselves for almost a decade", Sakura doesn't know why her tone sounds bitter but it doesn't unfaiths the other women.

"Oh I would hardly say over a decade but I'm glad your doing well"

"Rika, don't you think my granddaughter turned out to be quite a catch"

"Aa ofcoarse, Noami-San, all your granddaughters turned out beautiful" the red eye red haired women says with a sly smile.

"Aa talking about my other granddaughter, will she be joining us?"

"Of coarse, although she had to move around her schedule, you know with her clothing line coming out soon! But she wouldn't miss her bachans 65th birthday for the world"

"So I bet my cousin is doing well, I'm intrigued to see her, I heard she got married", Sakura lazily asks. In truth she hasn't seen her estranged cousins since they were in there early teens and somehow didn't really have an urge to see her due to the fact that they never really got along.

"Yes, if I'm not mistaken I think I see them here already" Rika gives a wave towards the entrance. "You'll be able to meet your cousin-in-law right now" she smirks and Sakura finally decides to turn around to meet her long forgotten cousin and husband.

Her heart almost stops.

Sakura's eyes pass by her elegantly dressed red haired cousin to the man she is holding arms with.

No, No, No.

This can't be possible.

Tall, dark haired, lean and broad shouldered.

Dark eyes looking unfathomable as possible.

Sakura wants to run and hide.

The two of them practically look like a fucking celebrity couple as they make their way to where Sakura is, internally hyperventilating.

"Karin honey, I'm glad your here, look who's here too...", the dark hair red hair women named Rika says as she directs her daughter's view to the pink hair girl.

Sakura gives no response as Karin looks directly at her.

All her focus is on the extravagant man beside her.

From the corner of Sakura's eye, she believes to see Karin gloatly smirk as she grabs onto the tall dark haired man next to her, "oh yes how can I be so rude. Sakura-chan, this is my husband, Sasuke Uchiha."

A.N

Ello peeps, been a long time since i've been on this website, i'm on break so trying to get my groove back on writing and i've had this on my computer for a while. So no school and sick for the day, i decided to polish this and yea don't flame me about the grammar, just at that part of my life where i solely worry about that on school documents and such.

Anyways tell me what you think, this is my second try at a story so don't hate too much and just let me know if this is worth continuing.

Happy New Year's beautiful people

-j