Unlikely Love chapter 1, a naruto fanfic

Title: Unlikely Love

Pairing: Sasori/Sakura

Rating: T/Pg-13

Genre: Romance/Humor

Description: In the cave where Sakura faced agaisn't Sasori in his puppet form, she was caught in a desperate measure on how to defeat him before she dies from blood loss. To her temporal delight, her final powerful blow managed to land on Sasori hence separating his puppetry limbs. However, she blacked out due to big blood loss before she got the chance to destroy his heart. Somehow at some point, Sasori managed to reattach himself. Impressed by Sakura,he decided to spare her life and brought her to Akatsuki's Hideout only to find out that she had lost her memory.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, it belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, the legend himself. I'm just a typical pathetic fangirl with wild imagination trying to make Sasosaku happens in my stories. (;= w =; )

A/N: Hello everyone, this is my first attempt writing a fanfic. English is not my my native language so I'm suck at it lol. Crictisms are welcomed but no meanie comments owkay~ Hope y'all gonna enjoy this C:

Chapter 1-Concussion

Blood dripping from where her stomach was stabbed by Sasori with a blade. The lower part of her top turned darker red as more blood coming out.'Shit! I need to heal this up. There's no way I could survive more than 20 minutes with more blood coming out from me!' Sakura thought to herself while trying to surpress her panic and pains.

She closed her eyes for a second and let out a soft sigh. She leaped backward just in time to dodge a ray of flames aiming at the previous spot she stood. She hissed and turned to see the face of her attacker. His scarlet brows furrowed downward for a moment before his signature emotionless expression returned to his face as if he tried to contain his anger. Mercilessly, he prepared his flame throwers and fire at every direction she went. The flesh-eating flames followed her like missiles giving her no time to catch a breath.

Sakura was good at dodging but her untreated wound in the abdomen gave her a disadvantage. Fatigue was soon overpowering her, slowing her dexterity in evasion resulting a small part of flames caught and burned her right calf successfully gaining a pain cry from her. Despite the burning pains, she forced herself to proceed avoiding from being engulfed by her opponent's attacks. Knowing that continue on dodging wouldn't be easy and helpful now thanks to her new injury, she scanned around to find a shelter. She saw a huge boulder and took cover from behind it.

It was just her. Sakura stared at Chiyo's body who laid lifelessly not far from the entrance of the cave. "Chiyo-baa-san..." Sakura whispered quietly as tears began to form. She was now alone on her own to deal with this mad man who had killed his own grandmother.

She wiped her tears with the back of her gloved hands. Various things occurred to her mind like how everyone will meet death eventually. It was a general knowledge that even though Shinobis tend to know combat arts, therefore, knew how to protect themselves, were to die earlier than most of those civilians because they were living risky lives. To take a good example was Sakura here who was currently shielding herself behind the soon-to-be-disintegrated huge boulder from rapid fire burst released by the red headed maniac.

Gathering chakra on her right palm, she brought closer to heal her injured belly and burned flesh. Although she was aware that she would die someday, she didn't expect that she would die this young. Back on her genin years, she always dreamed being married to Sasuke. She chuckled slightly at the thought. Honestly, she still kept that dream. However, she wasn't sure that will ever happen seeing the disappearance of Sasuke and her current dying state. Sakura was an excellent shinobi as expected for being the disciple of Tsunade, one of the legendary Sannins also Konoha's fifth hokage.

She put her right hand to her right side after finished healing her wounds. She knew her end was near. "Mom, dad, Tsunade-shishou, Ino,...Naruto... everyone else... thanks for being the wonderful parts of my life."She muttered quietly with a sad smile at the resminicing of her dear Konoha friends. Closing her hands tightly until her knuckles turned white, she made her last decision. "That's it. I'm gonna die with honour..." Determination gleams in her emerald eyes. 'and I'm bringing down that motherfucker with me!'

Sasori stopped his attacks and looked over the now scrambled piles of rocks that revealed the pink haired girl who captured his interest. There was fire in her eyes. She didn't make a move and just stood there looking right at him.

For a few seconds, they just stood where they were standing and exchanging stares. Sasori took a step forward and broke their little eye-staring contest. "You shouldn't waste your chakra on healing. You might need it to land a scratch on me". He stated with a smirk. Sakura clenched her teeth. Sasori's remark definitely hit a nerve. "If I didn't heal myself, I would die faster! Alright!?" Sakura cried furiously. " Well we wouldn't want that to happen...Don't we?" He responded sarcastically. Sakura was not the kind of person that likes to be thrown sarcasms at.

Feeling like anything that comes out from Sasori's mouth will only spark her anger. She readied herself to carry out the strategy she planned when she hid behind the boulder. It was risky, but she had to take every chance she could. She was low on chakra from healing her injuries. So she was unable to perform more techniques as distractions to get closer to Sasori.

She ran toward him at fast speed trying to get the closest distance as possible without being harmed of course. Halfway, not far from where he stood, she brought fore her chakra infused fist and punched the earth apart. The earth shattered, pieces of rocks flew aimlessly at all directions. Sasori deflect all rocks coming at him with his cable coiled with ease. The dust caused by the abruption began to clear up. His eyes scanned his surrounding still looking for signs that show the whereabout of Sakura. Right at the moment, the dust dissipated to reveal Sakura was right in front of him charging toward him. He was mildly surprised, but his great reflex helped him to react fast. He grabbed her hand that was meant to knock him tightly until a 'puff' sound rang to his ears. It was a clone. His eyes widened as he then looked up to find the real Sakura was about to launch her attack on him. "Shannaro!" She was about an arm-length to rest her chakra enhanced fist to his chest. Unfortunately, Sasori's cable coiled that act as stinger was retracted right on time to swipe her backward brutally all the way to the end of west cave.

Sakura's plan failed. Her entire body hurted so bad. The force of being thrown away so viciously had reopened her uncompletely healed wound. Moreover, she gained new injuries on account of the impact. 'I was so close...but why? Of all days, bad luck chose to be by my side on this day?' She had never felt such pains before. This was by far the most excruciating condition she had ever been. She tried to collect herself and managed to do it not without failing at first attempt.

Sasori who had been watching since long ago, walked into some distance sufficed to talk with her. "Since you're dying anyway and that old hag is no longer around to disturb us. Let's talk." She could feel the veins in her popped. ' This guy was treating as if this whole thing was a game!' It was ludicrous how she was near to her end yet all she could feel at the moment was rage instead of fear. "Why don't you just kill me? Is this some kind of a sick game to you!? Sakura spat and sneered at him with hatred. Sasori stayed silent with a bored look on his face. Afterward, he spoke again. "When all of this is over, you will be my finest collection." Sakura's eyes widened. The thought of her becoming a puppet made her sweat and sent shiver to her spine. She would rather die in most savage ways rather than die in the hands of this psycopath and transformed into his puppet.

She was now determined to ensure the death of the red headed before hers even if it was impossible. "You're a sick bastard. I can accept that you're killing a stranger like me. But how could you killed the woman who raised you without remorse?" Her voice was shaky and her hands were trembling when she pointed those questions. Sasori sighed. He was tired of his grandmother kept being brought up even when she was already dead. "Her death is the same as others' who I have taken." His statement cut deeper than any swords. There was no way this guy used to be a human. He had no soul. Apathy clearly displayed on his face. For the second time that day, tears forming in Sakura's eyes and for years, she never cried this hard in a long time.

Emotions are futile. They are hindrances that preventing us from achieving our full potential. That's why he became a human puppet. To get rid of unnecessary feelings and to become the exquicite art like how he had always wanted to be. Art is eternal masterpiece that everlasting. Sasori simply stared at Sakura who was sobbing like she was attending a funeral. Well technically, he was going to kill her. Therefore, it was appropriate to consider a funeral is going to happen. Right? He was confused with her bothering to shed tears over his dead grandmother. Have they known each other for so long?

A few minutes passed by, Sakura finally managed to control her anguish. It was surprising enough that for someone who hates waiting like Sasori, he let Sakura finished her crying. Whatever the reason, Sakura assumed that it held nothing good. He probably enjoyed watching people in despair.

Sasori still staring emotionless at the girl who now seemed to have control of herself once more. Great. Now they can finally resume their battle. How he hated waiting afterall. "You used up too much time on crying. Shall we proceed our long overdue fight?" Sasori said wryly. Sakura fully recovered from her sorrow straightened herself and prepared into battle stance. Understanding her posture, Sasori launched his cable coiled swiftly at her. Dodging at last minute, the stinger sliced pass her left arm. Having experienced more painful attacks, she beared the pain and grabbed the stinger. Sasori was shocked by the sudden change of the event when she pulled him to her with his cable coiled strong and fast. As he was almost near her, he caught the will of fire in her emerald eyes before his eyes took notice of the incoming punch. Summoning all strength, Sakura striked her final blow to his chest. Puppetry limbs littering all over the place. She did it. She closed her eyes. The world became dark. She fell on her knees momentarily before collapsing on the ground. She had suffered from big loss of blood and depleted chakra.

The core vibrated and lifted itself in the air in a slow motion. The next few seconds, the separated pieces were drawn back together to the core similar to the way a magnet attracts iron to itself. Sasori was now back to the way he was before smashed apart by the pinkette. He clenched his hands and unclenched them to examine their capability to function as usual. Satisfied with result, he put his hands back to his sides.

The fact that he was back to his original puppet form indicated that the pinkette had failed to assassinate him. Nevertheless, he was very impressed of her. For a young kunoichi, she possessed monstrous strength. Not to mention her ability to create the antidote to his poison in short duration. It took years for him to create the perfect lethal poison. The poison was supposed to be uncurable yet this brat managed to prove him wrong. Her poison specialist was not to look down upon. Sakura Haruno had intrigued him.

Sasori turned to find Sakura who laid unmoved several feet away. He walked over to the pinkette and examined her. He was surprised to discover that Sakura was still alive. Her breathing was slow and weak. 'How persistent...' Sasori thought to himself. She was going to die from blood loss nonetheless. If somehow she miraculously survived that, she still had his poison imbedded in her.

Realising he had been standing at the same spot and stared the dying girl for too long, he began to move. He scanned around the cave to find his Akatsuki cloak that he took off during the battle. He spotted his cloak lying at the central of the cave. He went to retrieve it and put on. Dusting some dirt off his cloak, he proceeded to walk toward the entrance of the cave. He wondered if his partner in crime managed to drive away his opponents or disabled them the least. Although he knew that Deidara was strong, he doubt that he would be able to defeat his opponents. His opponents were probably stronger than his from what he heard about the copy nin and the jinchuuriki.

The scenery of green outside the cave became clear and wide as he was getting close the entrance. He was about to exit the cave but halted when something caught his eyes.

There was a tiny shimmer came from his deceased grandmother's left hand. Curiousity dawned upon him so he decided to inspect the mysterious object. Stopping in front Chiyo, he bent down on his knees to discover his source of curiousity. His expression betrayed nothing, but he was surprised inside. Chiyo was holding the kunoichi's antidote she received from her some time during their fierce battle. He took the antidote from Chiyo's hand to observe it thoroughly.

The sunlight from outside had reflected on the antidote's container and made it shimmer. After he had done observing, his eyes travelled back to where Sakura was lying while the antidote still grasped in his hand. His lips parted slightly as his mind was deep in thought.

The sunset was bathing the earth. Fallen leaves blown by nonchalant wind and danced in the air. The sounds of birds chirping adding the peaceful vibe of sunbathed forest in the evening. Breeze passed by, untidying his already messy crimson hair. He was on his way to return back to Akatsuki base. It wouldn't be too long until he reaches it soon. His eyes travelled slowly to the weight in his arms. The saying of 'I know what I'm doing' kept repeating his head over and over.

The Akatsuki base came into view, he had arrived his destination. He halted before entering the cave. Expanding his chakra sensor, he tried to locate the presence of his Akatsuki members within the cave. Finding no presence within, he assumed the rest of Akatsuki members were still on missions except Pein and Konan. The pair went to another Akatsuki's hideout located in Lightning Country which is far away from this place. The akatsuki leader also mentioned about doing some errands with Konan and they will be back in a few days. That leaves a conclusion that Sasori will be the only habitant in this cave tonight if Deidara didn't return.

As if remembering something important, he looked down at the injured kunoichi carried in his arms in bridal style. He needed to get her to his room for better treatment of her wounds.

Back at the previous cave, he had cleansed and bandaged the pinkette's wounds with her medical kit he found in her pouch. He decided to let her live after enough pondering and arguing himself. Thereafter, he lifted the unconscious girl and carried her in his arms to exit the cave.

Assisting her was one thing, but bringing her along to Akatsuki base was another thing he wasn't sure why. He could just simply left her there for her teammates. Why was he so impressed with her. She wasn't the strongest girl he had fought. Konan was the only girl who had defeated him and brought him to join Akatsuki.

Dismissing those thoughts aside, he realised that he had been walking in the hallway out of conscience and reached his room. He turned his doorknob and entered the room and closed the door afterward. The room was quite dark because the light was dim. There was a single bed and desk followed with its chair. His collection of puppets were hanging on the walls. An incomplete puppet laid on desk as well as unused puppet parts and carpentry. He put the pinkette on his bed. She was still sweating from the pains. His amber eyes gazed on the unconscious figure for a while before he started taking out the medical kit from her pouch.

Darkness was all she could see. She wandered hopelessly in the darkness looking to get out from there but no matter how far she went, there was no escape. Giving up, she sat on the dark floor with her arms around her knees. "Whatever this place is...I'm trapped in here." She frowned feeling rather hopeless and lonely.

Suddenly, blurry white orbs passed her by swiftly. Sakura looked around to see the place was full of white orbs floating swiftly forward as if trying to reach somewhere. The kunoichi's hope had risen as she ran, following the orbs that kept appearing in numbers. Faint voices could be heard from them. She couldn't make the words clear not that she really cared about it at the moment. Sprinting as fast as she could, a visible doorway arch came into her view. Her heart fluttered in joy as she kept running toward it without stopping. Relief smile crept on her face as it was only one step left to go. Floating orbs disappeared the moment she was inside.

Orange lights entered when her eyes opened slowly. Sakura regained consciousness as she still laid on the bed. She looked at the stony ceiling then the creepy puppets on the walls. She tried to sit but pangs of pains shot her when she shifted into sitting position. Her hands immediately went to where the pain came from. Her abdomen wrapped with bandages and there were blood stains on them. "You blacked out for a day." Sakura frantically searched the owner of the male voice.

Sasori walked toward the pinkette who stared at him with wide eyes. He sat at the edge of the bed that caused the pinkette to pull the sheet closer to her and leaned on the wall behind.

The puppeteer observed the kunoichi in front of him looking like a terrified cat before he started to speak again. "I've used the antidote on you. You should know that your wounds aren't fully healed by now so don't move too much."

They both remained silent for a while and stared at each other. Sakura's eyes softened and loosened the grip on the sheet. Noticing her less act of wariness, Sasori stood up from the bed.

"I'll get you some food." He was about to walk out the door when a feminine hand grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "W-wait..." She called out to him. Her voice was shaky and dry from thirst.

Sasori turned to look at her. Worried and confusion plastered on her face as she opened her mouth to speak. The question directed at him next was something he didn't expect to hear. "Who... are you?"

Notes: I'm using Fanfictionet App on mobile and somehow I can't find a way to create a line break so I just use this '-' to indicate different time or scene. Stay tuned cos' chapter is coming! :)