New Beginnings
A/N: This is my first FanFiction, hope you find it somewhat entertaining. Criticism is welcome, reviews are enjoyed. If any mistakes are found, please notify me - I will gladly fix them… Rated T just incase. Oneshot. I added three years to Shippūden time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, and I see no point in putting a disclaimer in my fanfiction because it is a fanfiction – shouldn't that tell you I don't own the fiction? But alas, I don't want to get sued or whatever…
He looked up and grimaced, showing his sharp teeth – his eyes questioning. She was covered in blood, not of her own for she was not wounded, but this fact was of no concern to him. She knew what he was asking in that silent, sincere gaze. She turned her head away, wanting to avoid giving an answer. She looked down at the blood soaked floor where the corpses lay. There had been a massacre here, the bodies were sliced open and contorted. She knew who had killed them, because she herself did the fault. She was drenched in their own blood, the blood of her once comrades, acquaintances and tutors. It was all just a test, a test of her loyalty and proficiency for all the people in front of her that stared, mouths gaping; they did not know she had this much power.
But, for some strange reason her mind was at peace, no tears came to her eyes. She felt no pity for their death, no sympathy and no guilt. She was resolute on what she had done. She did not want and could not turn back now. She had picked her own path for once in her life, not letting someone else's actions decide for her. As she stared at the blonde haired corpse in front of her, her now dead sensei, she was reminded of the nine tailed fox's container. She knew he would refuse to take the position of Hokage, now that she had killed the once leader. He would look for her but when at last he did find her, he would be captured and she would be the capturer. The demon would be sucked out of him and she would help in doing so. She used to think that this type of treatment to her once boisterous friend was cruel and inhumane, but now it was acceptable because it was for her own personal gain and an achievement for her new comrades. She did not mind him getting killed as long as she reaped from the benefits. For now she had no bonds with the demon boy, they had been severed when she had left Konoha, like her past love had done. She did not leave the village for revenge like the raven haired boy had done; she had left for the man in front of her.
His footsteps woke her from her thoughts. She looked up into his now closer eyes, cocking her head, searching for his blessing. Had she done a satisfactory job? The man was relieved that she did not grieve for her now dead associates. He hid his joy in vain, for his actions conveyed what he thought. The man stepped forward and angled her chin up gently with one hand, another hand on the small of her back, pushing her towards him fervently, pressing his lips against hers. The girl's mind was in shock, why would he show his affections so openly in front of them, wasn't their relationship a secret? Never the less, the girl responded to his touch, biting his lip eagerly and snaking a hand up to his neck, deepening the kiss. She needed guidance in this new beginning, especially from the man in front of her.
When he pulled back her face was flush with pleasure, she had forgotten everyone and everything in those few seconds of passion. He beamed down at her with animalistic infatuation, freely showing his relief now.
"Sakura...Lets go home." Kisame huskily murmured. He grabbed her hand and walked back towards the group. Sakura knew that her newly chosen path in life would be filled with the crimson color of blood, but also the pale color of his blue skin, for she had found love in the Akatsuki.