Orochimaru's Gift

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It was July 23…the dreaded date. Sasuke had once looked forward to it. But that was before…before the massacre of his clan. Not it passed over him like every other day. It was just another day to live through, fight through, and run from.

He'd been with Orochimaru for almost six years now. He had learned a lot. Even if he did have the shit beat of him while he was. But none the less, he was stronger, much stronger. He has started to formulate the plan to kill the sannin, and his brother. So far he didn't have much to go by. It was just sort of: when he's not looking stab him in the back. And for his beloved brother: confront then kill.

He smirked. Normally the plans he'd come up with would be elaborate and so complicated only he could follow them. But, they always worked. Always. Sasuke stared out of the window in his room, resting while he could. He would soon be fighting and training again.

"Sasuke-kun!"

A sickly sweet voice called from outside in the hall. Sasuke inwardly groaned. He hated when Orochimaru called him that. He silently slid open the rice paper door separating his room form the rest of the world. And there stood, Orochimaru, in all his glory, and a gigantic box wrapped in red wrapping paper. And a white bow.

Sasuke was momentarily stunned. The last birthday present he had received was from Sakura. And that was years ago! He looked at his sensei's face and then at the box. It had to have been five feet wide, and another 5 feet tall. "Hee, I know it's your birthday, and while out and about I couldn't help but notice this and I had to grab it for you!" Orochimaru grinned, and licked his lips. "You had better open it now."

Sasuke looked at him, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what was in the box. But rather than have the Oro-bastard kill him for disobeying, he walked to the box and pulled of the white bow. He looked at Orochimaru, and then back at the box and sighed.

Ripping off the wrapping paper was easy enough, and at last Sasuke was left with a five feet by five feet white box. Orochimaru grinned broadly, obviously enjoying this. Sasuke carefully began to open the top of it, when the box shuddered. Sasuke stopped, and Orochimaru smirked. Sasuke, quickly opened the top and stumbled back. This was NOT what he expected! Or even wanted! Orochimaru gave a small giggle "Aww, Sasuke-kun, don't you like it? She put up quite the fight, but eventually I did get her! I'll leave you two alone now. She should be waking up very, very soon." And with that he was gone in a small could of dust.

Sasuke went back to the box and checked to make sure it was what he saw the first time. Yup! It was! His eye twitched. This was so wrong. In the box, was a pink haired woman, dressed only in three red ribbons: one small one around her wrists, around her bust, and another covering her hips. Sasuke found it hard to look away though. He had really only dreamed of seeing her. But it was always her younger self. He liked this version better. She had really grown up, her body showed that off pretty well.

Sasuke felt a slight blush come to his cheeks as he looked down at her. She moved again and moaned something. He wasn't quite sure what to do with her. Well first I should get hr out of the box. He went back into his room grabbed the kunai that he kept under his pillow and went back to the box in the hallway. Cutting the box was simple, it being only card board. Lifting Sakura with at her "bows" moving proved much more difficult.

In the end, the bow over her breasts ended up down on her stomach, exposing herself to her child hood crush. But, what she doesn't know won't hurt her right? Sasuke thought as he tried not to look. He focused on her face as he laid her gently down in his futon. She really had matured. Her face was a little longer, and her skin wasn't flawless anymore. Little nicks and scars where all over her face. But he found they didn't really take away from her, they added. He always had respected some one who worked and trained hard.

Sasuke tried to get the bow from around her waist, back up onto her chest, but he had a hard time of doing that with out touching her. Her smooth skin felt like velvet to his calloused hands. He wanted so much to hold her around her slim waist, run his hands up and down her back and through her hair. He tried to banish these thoughts of her, as he flung an old shirt over her. It was long enough that it covered her fairly decently.

He stepped back not sure what to do next. Here was Sakura, the girl who had spilled her heart to him so many years ago. So many years ago, he sighed and ran a hand though his hair. What the hell was he going to do? Options raced though his head. He could let her go but then she would know where he was and she and others would come for him. He couldn't go back yet. He couldn't keep her here. She'd just be a distraction. What kind of sick fantasies did Oro-bastrad have when he gave her to me??? Sasuke stared at the girl trying to figure out what to do.

I hurt all over! Sakura though as she tried to move. I'm cold too She blinked, once, then twice trying to get her bearings. Where am I? This was serious. Last thing she remembered was being ambushed by Sound nins, and Neji's voice over her earpiece. And now she was some where unfamiliar with allies? Or enemies? She looked down to find she was only covered in an old shirt, and bows. She was tied up in bows! What the HELL? Inner Sakura was going insane. The shirt though, was familiar. She tensed, I know this shirt.

Sasuke froze. She was waking up.