"Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.
And that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
And that's what you get for falling again;
you can never get him out of your head.
Juu-ku Heisei Juishichinichi Jūnigatsu Juu-ku, Kayōbi (Tuesday, December 20 2007)
It has been almost a month-and-a-half since I saw him, and I haven't had the courage to write, fearing this would fall into the wrong hands. But I must confide in something the events of that day.
I remember it so clearly in my mind. It was a day that I can't forget. Trust me, I've tried. Never leaving my mind, the scenes constantly replay themselves. As if I cannot focus on anything else. In the middle of conversations, I'll be thrown back to that night and recall every word, every detail. It's an addiction that I keep feeding off of, as if I don't think about it I'll cease to be.
I'd just stop breathing.
My mouth struggles to keep the words unspoken, for it forever to be a secret. A forbidden secret that I wish to shove to the back of my mind, lost and forgotten.
Sometimes I feel as if the secret is written across my abnormally large forehead. I feel nervous among friends, as if they stare into my very being, trying to figure out what I hide.
Ever since the event, I've felt on edge, on guard. All to ensure that no one finds out my dirty sin. Sometimes, like right now, I feel unclean and vile. And no amount of soap and scrubbing can wash off the filth I feel crawling on my skin.
But other times, a majority of the time, I tingle whenever I think about it, relishing in the past. I know it's wrong, and my conscious is constantly telling me to stop this madness, this insanity. These memories are best forgotten, nothing would become of them. Who knows when I'll see him again?
If I ever do.
Knowing him, he brushed it off immediately after, uncaring and heartless. I was a fool to oblige to his every move, to succumb to my desires. I know all of this.
But I loved every moment of it. So many life-changing events happened to me that day. Never had I felt such a mix of emotions in my short existence. Regret, sorrow, love, joy, happiness.
I felt so alive, so…complete. It was painful, yes, and I had never been more frightened in my life. But it didn't matter, because it was Sasuke-kun.
I know my efforts to erase that night from my mind are futile. Because I don't truly wish to forget them, no matter how painful they are.
He may hate me, despise me, find me a hindrance, a thorn in his side. I don't seem to care anymore.
I love him that much. It may be unrequited, wrong, pointless, but I doubt I'll ever stop. As much as it hurts me, my heart aches for him. I'll travel to the ends of the earth, if I had to, just to bring him back.
Childish as it seems, I long for things to be how they use to be. He may have never acknowledged me, but at least he was there.
Not out there, Kami knows where, his soul full of hatred, a never dying hatred that was formed by his brother. I am quite of his ambition, what he strives for.
I heard somewhere that if you truly love someone, their happiness comes first and foremost. This is certainly my case, his well-being will always come before mine. If he needs this, I should let him.
But I just can't let him go. I'll forever chase him if need be. Maybe because I don't feel that revenge is where his happiness lies.
Sasuke-kun belongs here, with Naruto, Kakashi-sensei, and me. Where he truly can be happy, free of the burdens set upon him.
He's falling right into his brother's trap, doesn't he see?
He's a pon in a sick game where there are no winners. Killing his brother will just cause more sorrow, I've told him this.
What will he do after he kills Itachi? What's next for him? What purpose will he have to live? I am constantly asking myself this, and I've only found one answer.
He will think he has nothing. That he's accomplished all that he's supposed to. That there's no reason to go on living. Whenever I think this, I'm even more driven to find him.
To punch him senseless.
To scream of his stupidity.
To kill him myself and spare him the pain.
To cry as I've always done before.
How can he not know? We're here for him, Naruto and I. We want what's best for him.
Us.
Friends are worth living for. Worth dying for. There is so much more to life than hate, death, and revenge.
Hope, faith, friendship, love. All of these marvelous things that make life so precious. Sasuke-kun does not seem to be aware of this. The hole he's dug himself is far too deep. But we can rescue him, I believe in that. It may seem hopeless, but it's worth the effort.
He's worth the effort.
He may not wish for our friendship, but he has it. Though we're far apart, we're a family of sorts. One with bonds, unbreakable ones that can't be dismissed. We're all flawed, some of us scarred with horrors of our past. But we've grown passed that, we're less naïve now.
At least, I know I am. No longer will I be an annoyance, I can hold my own. Thanks to Tsunade-shishou and her training, I've become stronger. Physically and mentally.
And with my newfound strength and Naruto by my side, I feel that I am indestructible. There is nothing I can't have.
Except for him.
He's the only missing piece to this haven that I've built myself. He's the one thing that seems to always be out of my reach, constantly running away. Just when we think that success is around the corner, he goes down a different path, one more rocky and difficult than the one before. We can never foresee his next move. All of our efforts have reached a dead end.
What else can we do?
I should have never let him go on our last encounter. It had been a meeting of pure coincidence. I had been on a routine mission near Kirigakure for medics in training. His reason for being there I couldn't even guess.
But I suppose it doesn't matter, because he was there, and that was all that I cared about at the moment.
Thinking back, I wish Naruto had been there with me. I'm sure he could have been more effective. If Naruto had been there, I wouldn't have to deal with this inner turmoil. A part of me wants to tell him that I spotted Sasuke-kun, to renew his dwindling hope. But I bite my tongue, knowing he would want to know what happened.
Keeping a secret is easier than lying to his face. I can't reside in him when it comes to this. This, I've turned to my journal.
To spill my heart. To ease my troubled soul. Perhaps I am blowing it out of proportion, and sometime in the near future it will be a long-lost memory, a forgotten, hazy dream.
For sometimes I feel it was surreal. I contemplate the possibility that it was all a fluke, something my mind conjured up.
But my feelings on that day were too real for it to be a dream. The words that were said too deep.
And he…he was too Sasuke-kun. His every movement, word, and action was so…so him. So brutal and cruel.
I don't know any other way to describe it. Everything that was said and done were in the moment, not thought through.
My heart did most of the talking, reasoning far from my thoughts. My actions were spontaneous, my fear of losing him getting in the way. I couldn't let the moment pass by. He was finally in my reach, and I was intent on it staying that way.
Did I intend for everything to play out the way they had?
No.
I had wanted to reason with him, to tell him that he was walking the wrong path. He wouldn't listen, he never has. He was about to walk away, leave me in the cold.
I felt powerless. And that's when my emotions came into play. At first, I was angry with him for being so arrogant and stubborn. I started yelling in rage, telling him of his many flaws.
He was the weak one, gullible, and willing. He was a mouse bound to be caught in the trap set up for him.
And when he turned his head back to my direction, probably to tell me off, I punched him.
Square in the jaw.
It felt so good to vent my anguish and I could tell by the way his eyes seemed to widen slightly that he hadn't expected it.
He was quick to react for he quickly had me cornered into a tree, his sword and arms trapping me. I saw in his eyes the emptiness I knew he must have felt.
Though I wished to take his pain away, I would not forget my own.
"You are wasting my time."
I was prepared for his harsh words. I met his cold gaze with one of my own. "Not able to face the truth?" I spat. "That you're just as weak as you proclaim that I am? You're a puppet, and your strings are constantly being pulled."
A scowl formed on his face. "Who are you to call me weak? You are worthless and pathetic, you will never change."
I felt pathetic as I felt hot tears come to my eyes. "I met him awhile back. Your brother."
His fists clenched on the tree.
I continued, "And you are becoming just like him." I swallowed the lump formed in my throat from the tears.
His glare was as icy as his tone, "You are dreading in deep water, Sakura, and you're drowning quickly."
I knew I had struck a nerve. "I suppose I am," I admitted, "And I will continue to until I open your eyes. You're better than this. Don't lower yourself to his standards."
"If it is what I must do to kill him, so be it," he said it so casually.
"But--" I was persistent.
"Enough." He clasped his hands around my throat. I let out a gagging sound, and my hands found his, attempting to remove them. Only, to my dismay, his grip tightened. "You speak in ignorance. That man," his words were drenched in venom and disgust, "killed his own family without a second thought. All for power. Ever since, I have deemed it upon myself to gain vengeance. And nothing and no one," I let out a cough as his hands began to leave imprints on my throat from the pressure being place upon it, "will get in my way."
His mouth came close to my ear. "I will kill anyone who tries," a shiver ran down my spine, "Do I make myself clear?" He slammed my back into the tree, my feet dangly above the ground as I let out a whimper.
"You are nothing to me."
My tears fell upon his fists. I was stupid and unwise now, my next words capable of costing me my life. But I would not give up. "I don't believe that," I choked out, my strength coming to the surface as I managed to loosen his iron grip, "You cannot stand there," I coughed once more, "and honestly tell me that we've never meant anything to you."
He seemed unfazed, but I trudged on.
"Because if that were true," sweat began to fall from my brow, "You would have killed me on the spot."
There was silence for a moment, and I thought that maybe I was finally breaking through his exterior. Until…
"I have yet to kill you for you are not worth the effort. A bug I don't feel like squashing." He released me from his hold, stepping back a few steps as I feel to the ground. Breathing heavily, I looked up. Expecting him to be gone, I was shocked when I saw him gazing upon me, his coal eyes as blank as ever.
"But shall you continue your pursuit, I won't hesitate."
My mouth dry, I licked my lips. I stood to the ground, my hesitation and fear leaving in a burst of confidence. We stood merely inches apart, and I had to crane my head up in order to look into his eyes.
"Then kill me."
I'm sure my emerald eyes reflected all the seriousness that I felt.
"Because I will die, by your hands or not, before I give up on you."
My heart had the floor and was spilling its contents through my mouth.
His eyes slanted, searching my own. "You are a fool."
A sad smile kissed my lips. "Love makes you do foolish things." The words were firm, steady.
He disregarded my words. "Attachments will only make you weak and vulnerable."
"So you're saying that you have no attachments, bonds to anyone?" I was testing him, searching his face for any sign of remorse. I found none.
He only repeated himself. "They make you weak. I have no need for such valueless things."
His words cut deep, creating a worse wound then his sword ever could. But I would not falter. I stood on my toes. "Prove it," my forefinger traced his cheekbone, and my breath seemed to quicken, "Prove that you have no attachment to me."
And, as if I had been mysteriously replaced by someone else, I committed a very bold action.
I kissed him. Soft, yet deep.
Pouring my soul into it, trying to express the feelings that I felt. My lips felt oh so right upon his own.
His lack of response caused me to pull away, planting my feet upon the ground as I stared at him, hoping to see a hint, a single trace, of a reaction.
A domineering smirk came from him. "I feel nothing for you."
I let out a sob and latched my arms around his neck, determined to change his mindset. This time when I kissed him I was not timid and gentle, but fierce. I was in far too deep to back out now. I would not accept this. I refused to lose him.
Maybe he was trying to test me, maybe he was just finding my antics amusing, but for whatever reason, he pulled me to him.
Our bodies aligned with each other. A perfect fit.
Bewildered from his bluntness, I pulled back slightly, still held in his arms.
A maniacal smirk formed.
Was this a game to him? Toying with my emotions, was it that enjoyable?
"What's the matter, Sakura?" His tone was cynical. Making my body collide with his, I could tell that he could sense my fear. I was unaware of what he was capable of, of what his true intentions could be.
One moment he was unmoving, the next he was meeting my kiss with as much fever as I. I will never be able to figure him out.
I was playing with fire, bound to be burned because of my attraction to the flame. I was unconcerned with his motives, just being with him in such a manner brought me happiness.
Against my better judgment, I leaned up to kiss his lips once more, intertwining my fingers into his hair.
I knew he was playing me for a fool. I was not as blind sighted as he thought.
But I was addicted to this new feeling. His lips upon mine, his arms around me, holding me close.
He removed his mouth from mine, his lips inching down my neck. As I mewled in pleasure, he pinned me up against the tree harshly. I let out a gasp in pain, and I felt one side of his lips move upward, enjoying my suffering.
I saw the sun hiding behind the trees, signifying the end of the day. When night fell, would the others begin to search for me, I wondered. What if they caught me like this, sexually associating with a traitor? I should leave before this gets out of ha—
My thoughts were intervened by Sasuke-kun's tongue invading my mouth, running across every cavern.
I responded by clasping his chin with my thumb and forefinger, my previous thoughts long gone. Any logical sense that I could have had gone with his breathtaking kiss.
He grabbed my hands with one of his own, placing them above my head.
Sasuke-kun was dominating every move, possessive in his every action. I removed my mouth from his, my lungs in desperate need of air. His free hand caressing up and down the fabric of my shirt, he began to place kisses down my neck.
His mouth soon reaching my shirt, his hand released mine, and he began to remove my shirt.
A shiver ran through me as I felt his cold hands touch my stomach. I lifted my arms up, allowing him to strip me of the article of clothing.
As he tossed my shirt aside, my hands stoked his chest in slow motions. I could feel Sasuke-kun's hands running along my forearms, the smooth skin forming goose bumps from the contact. His hands finding their way to my back, I could feel him attempting to take off my bra. His fingers fumbled over the material.
Hiding a giggle threatening to release, I clasped the strap which his hands were placed upon, and unsnapped it.
Grabbing the straps, he pulled them below my shoulders, the bra falling to the ground.
A bit self-conscious, I placed my arms over my breasts, a blush forming on my face.
Roughly, Sasuke-kun situated my arms at my sides, holding them there as his obsidian eyes scrutinized my naked torso.
Bowing my head, my eyes stayed fixated on the ground as he examined my figure, afraid of his disapproval.
But I suppose he was satisfied with me, because it wasn't too long before he began nibbling on the sensitive skin right below my breasts.
My head shot up, my fingers finding their way back to Sasuke-kun's spiky hair, gently tugging at the strands.
His hot mouth left bite marks on my breasts from his sharp teeth. I felt his hands at my waist, jerking my pants down.
My mind in a lustful haze, I kicked my shorts aside as they fell, grabbing Sasuke-kun's face and moving it upwards until we were at eye-level. All bashfulness gone, I ran my hands along the rope tied around his waist, attempting to untie it. After a few knots, I succeeded and the clothing that was held up by the rope fell down along with it.
Quickly, Sasuke-kun grabbed my hands, determined to keep control of the situation. He pursued with a savage attack on my mouth, the force he used earth shattering. I could feel his tongue running across my teeth. Taking in air every time he gave a little leeway, the directness of his kiss left me dizzy.
After a few minutes of exchanging our saliva, Sasuke-kun released his mouth from mine. By this time, I was out of breath, taking in the air graciously.
I looked into lustful dark orbs. Cautiously, I moved to remove his shirt. Allowing me to do so, the shirt was left forgotten on the dirty ground along with my clothing. His pants were soon discarded along with the rest.
I looked in awe, enticed by his beauty. I ran my hands along his muscles, feeling them tense up as I did so. I moved up to kiss his shoulder gently, merely inches from his curse mark. My eyes catching sight of the atrocity, I neared it.
Sasuke-kun must have sensed my motives, for he stopped me by biting down on my neck, hard. I let out a yelp in pain, feeling the blood ooze from the wound.
He grasped my arms, his grip sure to leave bruises, and gave me a look of warning, one with murderous intent.
I nodded in understanding, mentally noting to myself to never touch the mark. Afraid that I had irritated him, I leaned in to kiss his lips.
Before I could reach him, my breath was about knocked out of me when he pushed his pelvis into mine, pinning me to the tree.
My breath quickened, my thoughts coming together, no longer jumbled. This was happening. I was here, in the middle of the woods, with Sasuke-kun, about to do the most intimate thing possible between two people. Was I ready for this?
Yes.
I would be willing to give myself to him. After all, I did tell him I'd do anything.
So I was prepared when Sasuke-kun inched his fingers down, about to remove the only cloth keeping me from being completely exposed in front of him.
He tore it off of me.
My heart began to race, nervousness filling my being. I was a medic-nin, and no fool. I knew this would hurt, bad, as every woman's first time does.
I was not aware that Sasuke-kun had taken off his boxers until I felt his hardened member against my stomach.
His hands fell to my waist, pushing me up to his level. I hissed at the contact with the bark, wrapping my legs about his waist and arms around his neck. My muscles were tensed, my breathing heavy.
I knew he wouldn't be gentle, but even with all my knowledge, I was not prepared for the immense pain I felt when Sasuke-kun entered me, breaking my hymen with one thrust.
Taking in a breath, I buried my face in his shoulder, tiny tears falling onto his neck. I felt as if my inner thighs were being torn apart, stretching themselves in order to fit him inside of me. I bit down on my tongue.
I could feel the blood trickle down my leg and this caused me to worry. Should I have been bleeding that much?
Sasuke-kun came out to pound back inside of me again.
I let out a whimper, my arms tightening around his neck. I wished for him to slow down, but dared not speak anything, now aware of his temperament.
I heard Sasuke-kun's grunts, his mouth near my ear, as he picked up his pace, thrusting mercilessly into me.
With each thrust I let out another whimper, feeling him coming further and further into my core.
My back was being violently thrashed into the tree with each move, the scratches stinging.
I tried to block out the pain, trying to feel only pleasure.
He continued to hammer into me ruthlessly, and I moved my hips with his, trying to meet his pace. With each incursion, the pain began to slowly subside.
My breath began to accelerate, his name coming out in low whispers. My fingernails ran up his back in ecstasy.
And then he stopped, moving himself out of me.
I stared at him questionably, wondering why he stopped. I had been so close to fulfillment.
An egotistic smirk came to his face, and I could feel his hot breath as he neared my ear. "Beg."
I raised an eyebrow. "N-Nani?"
"Beg for it. Beg like the feeble girl you are." His tone was one of humor.
He was getting a kick out of this alright.
But I could be just as stubborn as him. I didn't say a word, my unfulfilled desire becoming painful to bear.
He pressed his member against my leg, licking the shell of my ear.
I wouldn't, I had my pride.
His hands found their way to my breasts, fondling them.
I let out a moan, an indescribable heat coming to me. I couldn't take much more of his taunting.
"Onegai," I was pathetic, just as he thought. "In-in me."
I bucked my hips toward his and another smirk met his face.
"And what if I say no?"
No more, I couldn't stand any more teasing.
"I-I need you." To complete me.
"What do you want me to do, eh, Sa-ku-ra," the way he said my name was so enticing.
I was about to lose my mind. "Enter me, p-please."
Sasuke-kun raised an eyebrow, continuing to toy with me. He placed a finger within me and my body shook.
"Is that what you want?"
I nodded my head in response.
"Do you want me to fuck you senseless," Sasuke-kun nuzzled my head beneath his chin, "Hmm?"
I placed my hands in his hair. "Yes."
I should've felt ashamed of my weakness, but he was a drug.
Two fingers came within me.
I told him what I knew he wanted to hear, "I'm yours to use. Fuck me until you can't anymore."
"Good girl."
He filled me once more, his pace slow and agonizing. "You're going to regret your words, Sakura."
I barely registered his words, bliss filling every inch of me. But it wasn't enough. His pace was frustrating.
"Faster." I breathed.
Sasuke-kun yanked my head back, his hands clenching my hair. "I make the orders."
I nodded. He was the master, I a poor slave.
He continued to take his time, entering me slowly and withdrawing himself quickly.
He was going to outlast me.
I could feel a hotness within me, my muscles contracting around his length. I screamed his name, throwing my head back, as I reached a climax.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head in an orgasmic high.
My scream must have set him off, because he soon began furiously ramming into me.
My moans became louder and louder, and looking back it was a wonder that no one heard.
As he continued to drive into me, I wondered just how long he would last. I breathed his name again and again, my fingers gripping onto his hair.
Another swift thrust had me over the edge, Sasuke-kun going along with me as I felt his semen release into me.
I attempted to catch my breath as I slowly stroked his charcoal hair. He removed himself from me.
It was over.
For a moment.
I felt Sasuke-kun moving, placing my back onto the ground, hovering over me with a cruel smirk.
Frightened eyes stared at him. What was he planning to do? I squirmed uncomfortably. He flipped me over, my face meeting the dirt.
Scared, I attempted to get up, only to have his hands push me back down.
I became afraid, wondering what on earth I had gotten myself into.
"You know," my heart stopped beating at the sound of his cynical voice, one of his hands trailing down my back lazily as the other held me down. "I could still kill you."
I caught my breath. His sword was only a mere foot away.
"It would only take me a moment," his voice got lower, "I could slit your throat, and watch you bleed to death."
I swallowed. What kind of monster was he? A moment ago, we were making love, and now…No , it wasn't making love. It had been a mindless fuck. I had fallen into his trap once again.
This is what he meant when he said I would regret my words.
He was going to leave me here to die.
"No one would know what happened, until it was too late," he continued, his voice menacing.
And even with all my power that I had gained in the past few years, my struggles from his hold were futile.
Tears came to my eyes. I would die here, by his very hands. The holder of my heart would be the one to take my life.
How morbid and ironic life is.
How fitting.
He was the one who caused me all my sorrow, the source of all the pain and suffering I have gone through.
It was only suiting that he would be the one to kill me.
But, I was scared. I would be leaving so much behind. Naruto, Sai, Kakashi-sensei, Yamato-sempai, Tsunade-shishou, I had let them all down. Tears ran down my cheeks like streams.
I hadn't been able to save him. The one thing that I wanted to do more than anything, I had failed at accomplishing.
My life was going to an end, in the middle of the woods, naked, with no one around to save me from murderous hands. How pitiful.
I let out a sob, preparing to ready myself for the attack, closing my eyes tightly.
"But," my eyes snapped back open, "I'm feeling generous tonight."
What could that possibly mean, my mind was racing.
I could feel the hand that had been trailing my back now on my thigh, stroking it. His body was still on top of mine.
"If you can give me a good reason to," there was a pause, "I will spare your worthless life."
He was a fiend.
My mind told me to let him kill me, to let me keep one ounce of dignity. It was all I had left.
But I began to think about the people important to me.
They still needed me, I couldn't die yet. I wasn't ready to die.
I tried to think of something useful to say. My mind was blank. The only thing I could think of was what Naruto had told me Sasuke-kun had once said.
"Because," this was it, my fate laid in this. I was a goner for sure, "I was important to you once, Naruto and I were. And you," my mouth was becoming dry; "You said that you could never see an important person die in front of you again."
I felt a kunai run across my neck.
He must have grabbed one from my pack while I was contemplating an answer.
His words were laced with anger and bitterness. "You both were a hindrance to me. You would have dragged me down from my true purpose. I would have no problem in killing you."
I felt a slit being cut across my back, and I bit back the pain with my lip.
Tears still streaming, I said, "I'm not worth the effort, remember?"
"True." He needed a little more convincing.
I then spoke words of shame, losing the small dignity I had, "Because I will do anything for you. I'm a puppet, at your mercy."
"Hmm. Yes, you are a nice rag doll." There was another pause. "And I'm not," the kunai grazed against me, "yet satisfied."
My eyes widened as he entered me from behind, my stomach arching off the ground. My insides were sore, exhausted from the previous activities. His thrusts were brutal and I felt tears come to my eyes as I whimpered.
Was this all I was good for, I thought.
My insides kept expanding, trying to adjust to the new position. If at all possible, his moves seemed even more powerful than before, my hips not able to find his rhythm. My hair stuck to my face from the perspiration forming.
I bit down, trying not to moan as I reached another orgasm, spilling all over his length.
I remained unmoving while he performed a few more thrusts before finally coming. He collapsed on top of me, his breath on my neck.
My core was pulsing, throbbing in pain. The blood that had dripped down was now dry, sticking to my legs.
I couldn't help but let out a whimper. I sounded as pitiful as I felt.
I no longer felt Sasuke-kun on top of me, and I was flipped back over onto my back, my tears visible.
He was hovering above me again, looking down at me with indifferent eyes. "I wonder," he spoke, moving downward, "how much you can take."
Please, no more, I wanted to scream.
I clutched the grass with my hands, clasping my eyes shut, as he entered me yet again.
That man had stamina.
He further parted my legs in order to gain better access.
When one thrust hit me, I let out a deep moan. He had never hit that spot before, and it left me tingly.
He hit it again, harder this time.
My head moved from side to side as my pleasure intensified.
"Sasuke-kun," I whispered each time he hit that spot, progressively louder. "Sa-su-ke-kun. Yes, oh, yes." There was no discomfort this time around.
My core now yearned for him to keep pounding within me, for him to never stop.
I was able to keep up with his sturdy pace as our bodies molded together.
Our hips found a rhythm, each time he came down for a thrust, my hips would move up to hit his.
He buried his face in my chest as he grunted, both of our orgasms reached.
He lay on my chest for a few moments, catching his breath, and proceeded to get up.
I knew what was going to happen.
I wound my legs around him, using my arms to drag him back down.
"No, please," I choked back a sob.
"Sakura," his voice was threatening.
"Don't leave me," my voice was broken, a lump forming in my throat, "I'll do anything."
He smirked again, this one less cryptic, but still intense. "You've already done all you can."
"But--"
That was all that I remember, then everything went black.
He had knocked me out again.
By the time I had awoken, he was long gone. There was no sign that he had even been there. I had looked up at the sky, which was full of stars.
It was late, any minute now the other medics would find me there, naked and bruised.
My back was full of scratches, the wound from the kunai being the deepest, my lips were bruised from his brutal kisses, as were my arms from his strong hold.
But nothing compared to the shot of pain that went through my inner thighs as I sat up.
If I could walk, it would be a miracle.
I limply scooted over to wear my clothes resided, slowly putting them back on.
Of course, my panties were in shambles so I had to deal without them.
I grasped onto tree branches as I walked back to camp, my mind weary from the night's events.
I was lucky that they didn't ask questions about my state.
Their only concern was where I had been.
I made an excuse, saying that I had to rescue a little girl from drowning and that I had to find her parents for her.
They may not have believed it, but they did not question me any further.
It had been a long night, and I was relieved to lie down upon my sleeping bag. I stared up at the moon before I drifted off, thinking of Sasuke-kun of course.
But not only of him.
But of myself too, and the things that we had partaken in that night.
It all seemed so surreal, that I wouldn't have believed it had I not been so battered and bruised.
That night, I made a decision.
I would stay true to my dreams of bringing Sasuke-kun back, despite what he had acted like that night. I would grow stronger, so that next time I could defend myself.
I told myself he could change, and that I would be the one capable of changing him.
With that thought in mind, I fell asleep.
Sleep was good to me that night, for in my dreams all my lofty aspirations came true. In them, I found true happiness, with Sasuke-kun by my side.
It's the way that he makes you feel. She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
It's the way that he kisses you.
It's the way that he makes you fall in love.
the killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.
-Sugarcult's Pretty Girl
Okay, take it easy on me since this is my first story. I wrote it in May, so the events in the first few chapters may not coincide well with the recent chapters of the manga, because I wasn't sure if I should put it up or not. But, here it is...so, yeah, constructive critisism is nice, but try not to be too mean, ne? I know Sasuke isn't too in character, but I wanted to portray him as cold and ruthless, because back when I wrote it, one couldn't be too sure of his mannerism.
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