A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever so please be nice. When I say nice, I mean try to put in some suggestion and as a note, I take constructive criticism very well. I just do not like it when people say that my story is horrible so please don't say that.
Warning: Language and Attempted Rape (do not be intimidated)
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and I never will. Fortunately I do own a cookie, which is probably why Gaara-kun is glaring at me with evil eyes.
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Chapter 1
Four sharp blades ran down her skin, so close to it, yet not marring it in any way. The job was almost complete. She inwardly cursed herself when she had a sudden spasm and forced the razor to slip. A cut was resurfacing, and her once smooth and creamy legs were now harboring a cut on her leg, blood slowly dripping down her thigh. Sakura had always been clumsy, but when it came to shaving her legs in the morning, well let's say she was lucky to be a medic nin.
"Damn it," she inwardly cursed herself and ran a chakra glowing hand pass the cut, and left it completely beautiful yet again. She closed her eyes and let the warm droplets fall on her body from the showerhead. "The things I do to look good." She got out of the shower, eyed her 18-year-old form and continued her morning process. She applied lotion to her arms, and up then down to her chest, slowly making it to her toned stomach, where she paused slightly at where a scar had labored. She could have taken it away with a flick of her finger, but decided against it, and thought that this was one of the times where a mark would not pester her. Indifferently, she thought of it as a memorial, as one of her own personal signs of growing up. She still remembers the day she got that cut. It had been a year ago…
:x:Flashback :x:
"Sasuke-kun?"
"What now Haruno?"
"Look, I know you think I'm annoying and all…"
"…"
Knowing he wasn't going to say anything, she continued, "And we've been pretty good friends for, I'd say, a really long time. But, why do you still think I'm so weak? I've been pining for you appreciation long before you went to Orochimaru, and you've come back yes, but I am not the same little needy girl that woos over you constantly."
"I really don't see what point your making. And for what I see from it, you just were."
"Just were what?"
"Just were looking for some praise from me. You claim you do not care for my notice, but yet, you continue to ramble on about me not noticing enough. Will you make up your mind woman! To me, you'll always be a little girl. For all I care, you can just go to hell, and I'd finally be rid of you."
Sakura gasped. Oh he was in for it! She calmly closed her eyes and opened them, giving him the most death-defying glare that would make Gaara cower in fear. "Who the fucking hell do you think you are?" "Uchiha Sasuke." "That was a rhetorical question you num-nut! Why the fuck do guys like you enjoy rampaging around, pretending not to care when I bet you spend hours upon hours of making sure your hair is absolutely perfect. And you claim you hate your fangirls, when I bet you that your probably rating them due to their boob size and ass texture. Well you listen to me you stuck-up, arrogant, good-for-nothing piece of lowly snake poo, I DO NOT NEED YOU, AND I NEVER WILL UCHIHA! From now on, we will remain nothing more than teammates. God bless Tsunade's soul. How could she have let you back into our village? The village hidden in the leaves can do better than… you! I don't understand it. Why did I spend pretty much half of our childhood… obsessing over you?
"Because you love me Sakura."
"It's Haruno-san to you Uchiha, and don't expect any friendly advice you motherass!"
"Oh such cruel language from a lovely seventeen year old."
"Oh boo hoo! Alert the ANBU black ops! WHY DON'T YOU TAKE THAT ICE CUBE OUT OF YOUR ASS FOR ONCE UCHIHA!"
And with that she stormed off, only to be held back with something, or rather someone grabbing her wrist. "No one walks away from me," his eyes swirled those famous black commas. He was absolutely infuriated. "Now, I am going to ask you nicely. I think my ears aren't working so well. What did you say again Sakura-chan.
Twitch twitch. "I thought I made it clear that I am to be addressed as HARUNO-SAN and why don't you take your nose out of the oh-so-wonderful air and stop being so shitting arrogant," she practically screamed, then quietly, "What the fuck does he want from me?"
"What I want…" he was barely kissing her ear, "is you kunoichi!"
"EX-CUSE ME?!" She was about to freak! Was his mind in the gutter or something?
"I want you to fight me."
And so, the battle began. It was merely a collage of kunai and shurikan flying around, all missing the intended target. An hour went by, and both were extremely exhausted. One last attack. Each charged and left a mark. Sakura received her stab in the stomach, while Sasuke received one to his lower back. They were equally matched and nothing could have stopped them, except for mere fatigue. Sakura gathered enough chakra to save herself from losing blood, but kept the scar intact, She didn't know why, but she felt the urge to keep it there. She crawled over to Sasuke and healed his back, leaving a small mar, hoping that he wouldn't notice it. She wanted it there for her own comfort, as proof, that the once weak kunoichi, was physically capable to cause suffer to the sharingan wielding shinobi.
:x:Flashback End :x:
Sakura changed into her medical uniform, and as being the top medic kunoichi, she was able to alter her uniform in any way. She was glad all those years of hard work as Tsunade's apprentice paid off. She wore a white mid-thigh dress that hugged her waist with an offset white belt. She had eight buttons going down the front, also white, and her flat white tennis shoes. Being a medic, she had to get used to running around to reach her patients, especially if she is very needed in the hospital. Next to Tsunade, she was the best, in fact, some say that she had surpassed the Hokage in medics, but the cherry blossom refused to comply. She felt that she had a lot more to learn, but nonetheless, she held
her position with strong hands and knew that her life had definitely turned for the better, compared to what her childhood promised her.
It was all Tsunade to thank. Ever since her parents had died, she had been living by herself, under the influence of Tsunade. She was like a second mother to her, and with her help, Sakura grew to be the one every man pines for and what every girl dreams to be. If only, if only, she had been more, accepting? No, more like, willing. Ever since she had refused Sasuke, after countless years of trying, and vice versa, she had not trusted another male when it came to relationships. I mean sure, she had small thing flings, but nothing that indicated a serious relationship. It is not like she wasn't over the guy, I mean, she was WELL over him, past him completely. It was just, she did not want her heart to be broken again, so the only males that were close to the pink-haired kunoichi was her friends since childhood. Those including Naruto, Lee, Gaara, Neji, Sai, Shino, Shikamaru, Kiba, Kankuro, Choji, and even Sasuke. She had forgiven him, but only to the point of being… friends.
She grabbed her keys and cell phone, turned it silent and walked out to reach the hospital. She was looking up at the clouds, thinking. She was awful early, so she thought that lollygagging would be acceptable for today. After all, she had about an hour until her shift started, and she had enough money where she wasn't required to do any overtime.
"It's a particularly nice day out. Wow! That cloud looks like bear, and that's a kitty! Awww! How adorable!" She glanced at a café and decided to stop in for a latte. She headed for the counter and ordered a soy latte.
"Coming right up Miss!" said an overly confident male. He was hot, to say, easy on the eyes, muscular. You could tell he was a ninja due to his battle scar on his arm.
"Thank you, how much?"
"This one's on the house, babe. So what's a cute little thing doing here at my café?"
She tensed. "What did he call me?!" "Ordering a latte of course."
"A smart one at that! Tell me, you're a medic, aren't you? What a second…" His eyes squinted, "My kami! You're Sakura Haruno! Ain't ya? Well, I'm Huno Mikabichi, at your service!" He bowed.
"Oh God! Not another one." "So Mikabichi-san, I…" Huno cuts her off. "Please! Call me Huno-kun."
Shifts nervously, "Heh. Yeah. Um, so, Huno-kun, how do you know me? I honestly don't think we've met before, excuse my rudeness."
"Oh don't be sorry. Me and my fellas just heard about you, that's all, you know, about being the Hokage's apprentice and all that. I just never expected you to be so hot! I mean I've heard the guys talk back at the ANBU black ops, but nothing can really compare to the real thing."
"Aww thanks? So you're in ANBU? Well that's cute."
"Hn. I've been in service for about three years, so I'm relatively new, but I've recently been poisoned with a very rare, but fatal liquid in one of my missions. Tsunade has been taking care of me, I've been out for about three months, and I cannot wait to get back on the field. She almost found the cure, but it is only a temporary one, which basically means, that I cannot get back into ANBU anymore, however, I am more than welcomed into the services of a jounin, but I'm still gonna miss being on top. Hah! How can little things have such a big effect on life?" Huno looks up in wonderment, then flashed back to reality after the sound of the bell.
"Hey Sakura-chan, how about we sit and talk? You can settle over there. I'll get your latte out to you."
"Thanks, sure thing. And I am really sorry about your – loss - I suppose would be the best word for it."
"Hey, don't think about it too much!" He walks over, behind the door, probably the kitchen, while Sakura sat down, humming a tune to herself, closing her eyes, daydreaming about how life could have been, and how it would be in the near future. Yes, this girl was full of hopes and dreams. Maybe, that's what inspired her to go on.
She snapped her eyes open when she felt someone's hand rub her thigh. She looked to her left, and there was Huno's bright and smiling face. "Here's your soy latte Sakura-chan!"
"Arigato" She dismissed the teasing act as nothing more than an accident. "Holy crap! I have ten minutes to get to the hospital. Tsunade's gunna freak if I don't get there on time." She inwardly sweat-drops at the scene her sensei would've cause if she were to run a mere minute late. She looked out the window and calculated the time she had left in her head.
"Let's see, I have ten minutes left, which technically means seven minutes because I can't actually expect to get there at exactly 9:45 on the dot, so the hospital is about three blocks away, estimating to about two minutes spent on each block, sprinting, leaving one minute for me to get up the stairs or hope that the elevator is functioning. I can't transport cause I can't afford to waste my chakra, although it would only take barely five seconds to get there. Ack! I gotta get going!"
"Hey Huno-san, my shift is going to start in…EEK, eight minutes, sorry to cut today short, but I really have to go. Here's my number if you need to talk about anything, and arg!"
Sakura found herself practically sprinting out the door until, "AHH!" She was pushed up against a wall, eyes closed, a hand over her mouth, and a head hovering over hers. She peeked through her lids and found. "What? Huno?"
"Hey sexy angel. Whoever said that you could leave?" He talked to her in a low, husky voice - sultry maybe? He pinned both her arms above her head, and she was lost for words. Did she use her amazing strength? No! "Wait… MY AWESOME STRENGTH, wait no! I can't, it's against my moral code to hurt someone that's a patient. Damn medic rules… OH FUCK THE MEDIC RULES!"
She resisted against his hold, but no matter how much she tried to summon her inner strength to knock that guy out of there, she seemed to just get weaker and weaker as each second ticked by.
Sakura started to whimper when she felt his gaze on the mounds just under her uniform. She closed her eyes and heard the sounds of buttons being opened. She dare not scream, hoping that Huno didn't have a weapon and being in an alley wouldn't up her chances of being noticed. That, and mainly civilians walked past this street and from the looks of it, the street fairly busy, but none looked to be the ninja type. So Sakura prepared for the worse.
She looked down and four of her eight buttons had been opened. She could see her own cleavage come out of her black lace bra. She could only imagine what he was thinking.
:o:o:o:
Shikamaru was looking up, as usual, watching the clouds go by. "Hey! I sense Sakura's chakra! Where is that annoying girl anyway? What a second, her chakra seems unstable! Crap."
:o:o:o:
"No!! Huno, please stop!"
"You think I would? This is a once in a lifetime chance!"
Shikamaru turned at an alley, and he could make out sounds of clothes ripping and screams of agony. He focused his chakra and knew instantly that Sakura, his Blossom, was the victim. He ran swiftly for the end, "Sakura, please be alright."
By the time Shikamaru got there, he captured Huno in a shadow-possession jutsu. He spared a glance at Sakura. Her left foot was missing a shoe; her dress was wide open; the strap of her bra hanged loose from both shoulders; her lip-gloss was smudged; and her hair was disheveled.
"Who the fuck are you? I was busy you know!"
"The name's Shikamaru, and I have every right to stand between you and that lady over there. She's my friend you gay-ass bastard."
"Wait… why can't I move?"
"My trademark jutsu." Shikamaru came over to him, knocked the poor guy unconscious, and with that, Huno fell to the floor, and Shikamaru sent him back behind his counter in the shop.
He looked at Sakura. She was shaking with fear, crouching in fetal position. Her face was flushed and eyes wide with fear. Shikamaru went over to her and wiped her lip-gloss from her cheek. He took her chin and tilted her head up to wipe some tears off her face.
"Sakura, are you alright? Please tell me he didn't…"
"No, I'm still…." With that, she started to sob uncontrollably. He enveloped her in a hug, wrapping his arms around her tightly. "Shika-kun, please don't leave me." She hiccupped, and he hooked an arm under the crevasse of her knee and the other holding her upper back, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and brought her to his apartment. He placed her in his bed, as she drifted off to dreamland. Shikamaru tucked her in bed and tried as best he could to get her comfortable. "Damn it Sakura, why do you have to be so beautiful. This is so troublesome! This is my one day off, and I have to spend it running around like this trying to show her that… I… lov…. NO... HELL NO… I don't love her. I don't even like her! She's merely an infatuation. Yea, that's it, an infatuation. Besides, it's hard to ignore her pink locks, those pools of emerald, that flawless skin, her striving personality, the optimistic persona, her harmonious voice… Oh damn… I'm falling, I'm falling…I think I'm falling in lov… NO I WON'T SAY IT! But I have to admit that I do like her… at least that"
Shikamaru transported to the hospital to find a very worry-struck Hokage. "Great, this is just what I wanted to avoid." "Hey Tsunade!"
"Oh kami! Shikamaru!" She practically grabbed him and crushed him with her strength in a lung-splitting hug. He face was right between her overly large bosoms, and he was nearly choking to death.
"Lady… Tsunade… Let… Me… Go!!" With that she flung her arms to her sides and grabbed his hand with pleading eyes.
"Please, do you know where Sakura is?"
"She's at my house. Please let her rest today. I found her in an alley being assaulted by a man. He looked familiar, probably someone in our forces. She's in a state of shock, and it wouldn't be smart to send her on her shift today. I apologize on her behalf."
"Not a problem," waving her left hand to dismiss the apology. With that, Shikamaru turned to walk away. "Wait!"
"Yes, Lady Tsunade?"
"Do you happen to know where that man is right now?"
"Try the coffee shop down the road from here, about three blocks away. I knocked him out and put him behind the register. He should still be there. That man shouldn't be awake for another two hours, but if he's an ANBU, it may be sooner than that. Would you like me to go check the scene out?"
"No, I got it. You go to your apartment and check up with Sakura. You should bring someone to assist you. Try Neji or Sasuke, someone serious."
"Understood, Lady Tsunade," Shikamaru complied and poofed to his friend's mansion.
:o:o:o:
Neji opened the door right before Shikamaru knocked on it and accidentally got jabbed in the nose.
"…"
"…"
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR, SHIKAMARU?"
"HEY! YOU OPENED THE DOOR!"
"WHY DON'T YOU LOOK BEFORE YOU KNOCK!"
"WELL SCREW ME IF I'M TRYING TO DO MY FRIEND A FAVOR!"
"WHAT THE HELL? I AIN'T SCREWING YOU!"
"I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT HYU-GAY!"
"HEY! I AM NOT GAY!"
"SAYS WHO!"
"SAYS ME FUCK-FACE"
"WHY ARE YOU ACTING SUCH AN IMMATURE CHILD MR. I'M-A-PRODIGY-HEAR-ME-ROAR!"
"Look, aren't you supposed to be doing a favor?"
"Holy crap, you're right!"
Sweat-drop. "Look, what do you want Nara?"
"Look, I'm serious about this. Sakura-Chan was harassed, and I kinda need your help to make sure she's okay. I mean, she can probably take care of herself, but she's on my bed passed out, and Tsunade gave orders for us to care of her. When I found her in that alley… it was too damn troublesome."
Neji thought about this and was about to answer until, out of nowhere, Tsunade pops up.
"Hey guys. I checked that guy that someone here claimed to be from one of our services. And he was, but he was a spy apparently. I worked some of my magic on him, and he splurted out everything he knew about this gang that claims to be even stronger than the Sound-Village in its prime. I just don't understand it! What is so special about Sakura anyway? I was never in this when I was her age."
"What do you mean?"
"She'd been either been attacked, harassed, or abducted. At least they attempted to anyway. It's been a month since these occurrences have happened. Apparently, this girl is something special. Unfortunately, when the guy told it to me, he didn't seem to know much about their so-called mission. He was simply a pawn." She looks at them expectantly, "Well go! You are supposed to be with Sakura, remember?
"Haruno-san?"
"Sakura-chan!"