Published on March 2, 2019
Approximately 1,800 words
SCUM FUCK FLOWER GIRL
If he closed his eyes and only half-thought about it, the shower sounded like the ocean.
His forehead was pressed against the white tiles in the shower. It was cold, colder than the water on his back. If his elbow extended to the side too far, it knocked against the glass door painfully. There was an anti-slip mat on the bottom of the stall, it was too big to fit properly. His body was clean, his hair was clean, his face was clean, and he'd already jerked off. He'd finished everything while the water had ran warm, twenty or so minutes ago.
There was no steam on the glass door to preserve his modesty. The mirror was perfectly clear. He could see the dark blue bruises on his ribs and the road rash on his upper arm. His lip curled in disgust.
He turned his head away and stood straight. He hit his skull on the shower head. He sighed sharply and checked for blood. There was none.
Finished with his extended shower, he dried off with the sole towel that hung on the rack. It was threadbare and a hole had begun to form on the edge. He dried his body then left the towel to hang over his hair to soak the water up.
The air outside of the bathroom was much warmer than inside. There was a slight tint of blue to his lips and familiar numb stiffness in his fingers. He ignored it and rifled through his drawer. It was full of Konoha blues and their red swirls. His face felt tight and uncomfortable after washing and he scratched at the dry patch on his chain irately. He wrapped his thigh and buckled on his weapon pouch. At the front door, he tugged on the only pair of shoes on the doormat.
He grabbed Kubikiribocho from the weapon rack and paused.
His sleeve. There was a hole. Only the size of a coin. A stray thread trailed down it, onto his hand.
He changed into a new shirt immediately. He was sure to inspect for loose threads and worn patches. He found none.
With the familiar weight of his legendary sword on his back and water bottle in hand, he sauntered down the streets of Konoha.
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Pills of all sorts were scattered across the desk.
The harsh white light washed out their vivid colours. Pink, green, yellow. There were round pills, oblong pills, rectangular pills. Their orange coloured bottles and matching white caps had been tossed into the non-biohazard trash bin. Carefully, she took the correct pill according to her chart and inserted it into the proper section of the pill container. Sunday through Friday were organized. Two full containers were stacked on top of one another to the side.
When she was finished, there were no pills left over. She tucked the containers into a white paper bag. On a pink, flower shaped sticky note she wrote the name of her patient.
Suddenly, the hair on the back of her neck stood up.
She was being watched.
Slowly, she shoved the bag to the side and capped her pen. She straightened then looked over her shoulder.
Just as she expected, he leaned against the door frame to her office. But... there was no lazy grin full of sharp teeth, only a flat, disinterested line. He jaw was clenched tight. She raised a brow and turned fully in her chair.
"Hozuki," she acknowledged.
He appraised her for a second, his eyes lingered on the hem of her skirt, then snapped back up to her eyes. Then his usual smile appeared.
"Haruno," he purred.
She spared a glance at the clock. "You aren't as late as usual," she stated.
He shrugged, and pushed off the wall to stand properly. At the same time, he unsuppressed his chakra signature. It hit her all at once, and only through years of discipline, she forced her posture to remain still and controlled. His chakra moved like a riptide and felt like the painful ache in the back of your throat after inhaling a lungful of water. He came to her side at the desk to peek at her work.
"I waited for you in your office. I had to hunt you down," he said. She felt his worryingly muted body heat on her arm.
"I thought you'd be longer," she responded with a flat look.
Again, he shrugged. He picked up the paper bag and opened it. She stood and snatched it from him.
"Stop that," she ordered.
"Oh come on, it's just Jugo's meds. I can't tamper with them anyway," he whined.
"That's not the point. It's not yours to look at." She wasn't looking at him, but she could tell that he'd rolled his eyes. She'd heard the usual sigh. "I'm done here, go back to my office."
"Bossy, bossy..." he muttered.
His feet moved in the direction she ordered him anyway.
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He'd beaten her to her office and had promptly parked himself in her chair. He lifted his feet and spun in a few experimental circles. The world around him whirled, it became a blur of honey coloured wood, white walls, and red curtains. He heard her heels click down the hall and a few muttered words to a passerby. When the clicking ceased, he stopped spinning.
Woozy, but otherwise indifferent, he grinned at her. Her eyes flicked down to his inhuman teeth for a millisecond. A bud of pleasure sprouted in his gut.
She sat in the chair across from him without complaint. The bud of pleasure withered.
"What's got your knickers in a twist, babe?"
She cocked her head and regarded him with a steady eye. "Nothing. What gave you that impression, Hozuki?"
Again, she gave no reaction. He leaned back in her chair, his hands folded behind his head. Eyes half lidded, he looked her up and down, settled on her minimal cleavage, then back to her eyes. She hadn't wavered, her expression was stone.
"I dunno. Nothing. Let's get this over with."
He sat up in the chair and leaned forward all business-like. She didn't want to play with him today. She droned on with the usual questions. He answered in monotone grumbles and thought about the half hour of extra sleep he could have gotten.
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She sun had started to set when she left the hospital. The streets were illuminated in the golden light that Sakura remembered all of her best memories in. The walk to the Tower was a short one from her office. She hadn't bothered to change out of her shoes for it.
"Hi Sakura," Genma greeted plaintively. The senbon in his mouth waggled.
"Evening. Is Tsunade-shishou's here?" she asked.
He nodded. "She's been into the liquor though," Raido mentioned with a shrug.
"Thanks for the heads up."
She left them to their game of crib without asking how they'd smuggled an entire board up to the office without someone reprimanding them. She rapped sharply on the door three times, then entered when she didn't hear anything.
"Tsunade-shishou?" she called out.
A irate grunt came from the slumped form on the desk. The Hokage had discarded her usual haori and her face was pressed against the mission reports scattered about.
"Shishou, you'll smear your makeup all over those," she warned.
"Paperwork can fuck off," she growled unbidden. "What do you want?"
Tsunade rose only to glare at her then slouched back into her chair with a stern expression. She placed a translucent red duo tang on top of the previous paperwork. Tsunade started to whine about more work, but sakura cut her off. "It's my monthly progress report. For Team Taka. There's some good details in there."
"Oh, is there...?" she trailed off, her interest peaked.
She skimmed the front page, and nodded approvingly. "I'll read this later, give me the run down for now."
"Jugo's first month of hormones went well. His... violent fits, have gone down by ten percent so far. Side effects have cropped up, like acne and an altered overall mood. I'm starting him on a tweaked round of drugs the day after tomorrow, it should clear up the mood issue. I'll work on the acne soon if it doesn't improve."
"He's writing down what he remembers of the fits then?"
"Yes, he hasn't remembered much more than the control test, but it's still an improvement. Sasuke's handed in his reports, I added them to my report. He hasn't noticed a change in the level of destruction, but it's still early for results."
"Huh, seems like good progress so far. What about that redhead? How are the scar treatments?"
"They're going good. Her forearms are nearly clear, even though it was most effected area. Ino's report on her mental state is in there as well. I suspect she hasn't been using the scar oil like I told her, but it hasn't impeded her progress much."
Tsunade hummed in approval, then waited for Sakura to continue.
"Well? What about the third brat?" she asked.
She took a deep breath and shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with him. I've told you this a hundred times. He's better off with a real therapist maybe, but there probably isn't anything physically wrong with—"
"I don't believe that."
"You should! He doesn't complain about any sort of sickness!"
"Don't raise your voice at me, Sakura!" Tsunade chastised.
She shrunk in on herself. "I apologize, Tsunade-shishou."
She scoffed and rested her chin on her knuckles. "There's something wrong with him in his mind, Sakura. Even the Yamanaka's — four different ones, might I add — had issues accessing his memories. You need to fix that before you even think about tests and the like."
"How am I supposed to do that when a Yaman—"
"Enough! You've been given your orders, you will take them. Do you understand?" She nodded with her lips pursed. "I said do you understand, Sakura?" she repeated louder. Sakura flinched at the volume.
"Yes! Yes I understand Tsunade-shishou."
"Good. Figure him out then. Next month, there'd better be some real progress. Dismissed."
Thoroughly reprimanded, she skulked out of the office and closed the door softly behind her. The muscles in her arm were begging her to break something, throw something, punch something, but she overcame the desire. She instead clenched her teeth and balled her fists. Her heels clicked down the hall, daintily and quietly, instead of stomping like she wanted. She passed Genma and Raido again and cursed her decision to not exit through the window.
They'd probably overheard some of the yelling, judging by the snickering she heard.
She didn't feel bad whatsoever when she kicked their pile of cards across the hall.
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Author's Note: So, what does everyone think so far? This fic is going to be one of the short and not-so-sweet kind of fics. I started this mostly out of a want to finish something multi-chaptered, to practise writing an untraditional relationship, and out of my love for Team Taka. They're fun to write and Boruto did them so so so dirty. The story begins when Sakura and her generation are around 23 years old. The fourth war happened five years prior, Sasuke's been recently released from prison, and Orochimaru's still lurking about. I'll get to him in a later chapter. The pairing is Suigetsu x Sakura, but I don't think they'd be a normal loving or overly mushy couple. Get ready for plenty of fighting, manipulation, and an overall toxic relationship. If you don't want to read that, nbd, I get it, I'm just warning everyone now.
