I'm only writing this for fun to see hoe far I can take my writing skills. If at any pint things seems a little forced, then it's probably because they are. Bit ooc, but this is a still a crack pairing by my standards. Please, please bear with me if things get a little hectic! I love you for reading this, but if you don't, it's ok… I'll still love you! clasps hands together
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If Sakura ever had the feeling that she was going to die, this was it.
Her breathing was long and slow, and her vision was flickering in and out of darkness. It wasn't the several broken bones that posed as the greatest threat, it was the amount of blood she'd lost from the many cuts and gashes on her body, the largest of which was on her head and chest. Sakura knew she'd taken out every damn Oto nin around her, except for the one that was standing in front of her, watching her die. And she was pretty sure that this was Kabuto's golden opportunity to kill her.
'If I'm going to die..' She thought, 'I would've liked to have taken out.. all of them…' And she slipped into a dangerous unconsciousness.
Kabuto had, of course, seen it all from the start. The Sound ninjas had unsuccessfully ambushed her, after she'd been separated from her team. She'd violently beaten the crap out of half of them before they'd gotten backup, and had done an incredible job for one versus eighteen. Kabuto was actually surprised she'd killed them all before passing out. He was also sure she had seen him before doing so. He crouched down beside her and felt for a pulse on her neck. It was irregular, and dull. He knew that it was Sakura Haruno who had killed a member of Akatsuki, with the aid of a Suna nin. Keeping her alive in the hopes that she might take out another was important to Orochimaru, and anything that was important to that man must be important to Kabuto as well. Aiding the enemy and benefiting from it was probably the strangest thing in war.
With that thought, Kabuto carefully rolled up her tattered shirt and frowned at what he saw. A complete mess of wounds and stab marks. He set to work trying to heal her most life-threatening injuries, as the minor ones would heal themselves. His frown deepened. 'This could take up to 2 weeks to fully heal. She really screwed up when she wasted so much chakra on the first round of nins.' He thought, as he noted the many fractures in her upper torso's bones.
Sighing, he began the intricate and dangerous process of knitting tissue back together. She was a long way from Konoha, and attempting to travel such a distance would not be in her best interests at this point. After several minutes, Kabuto gathered her in his arms and vanished in a puff of smoke.
When Sakura awoke, she had no idea how much time had passed or where she was. Keeping her eyes closed, she tried to send out chakra in pulses throughout her body in an attempt to survey the damage. For a moment, she thought she'd already been completely healed, but then she realized she wasn't sending out chakra because she didn't have any.Footsteps grew louder, and a moment later a door slid open. So she was in a traditional house, and judging by fabric beneath her, on a futon. Sakura kept her eyes closed and her breathing regular, in hopes that her captor would believe her to be sleeping and leave the room.
Kabuto leaned over Sakura and tilted her head to the side. It took every bit of self-control for Sakura to not snap open her eyes. She didn't know who was touching her head, but they were about to get a broken nose, chakra-less or not.'Could use some fresh gauze.' Kabuto thought. He knew she'd be better off with the Godaime as a medic, but he'd had worse patients than this.
She'd been asleep for two days now, and it was about time she woke up. Hoping she wasn't in a coma, Kabuto stood up and walked to the other side of the room, and began searching through a cabinet of medicine.
Sakura took this chance to crack open an eye and survey her surroundings. Her eyes widened upon seeing Kabuto's back. 'That bastard.. He's only keeping me alive for Orochimaru's selfish wants.' She had to keep in control. If she could fake sleep just long enough to get her chakra back…
"Morning."
Crap. So much for that plan. Kabuto had turned around a split second before she'd shut her eyes again. Having been discovered awake, Sakura decided that Kabuto being on the other side of the room was an advantage, and she attempted to snap up and bolt for the door. It was the snapping up part that made her fall back down again. She gasped in pain and looked down to see gauze around her abdomen, red with blood from freshly opened wounds. "Eauuugh…" Sakura moaned, digging her nails into the wooden floor and clasping an arm around her stomach. Kabuto saw a flicker of green from her hand and took a step closer. If she tried to heal such a wound with such low chakra, she might tear her muscles, or worse.
"Hey, kock it off. You can't hope to heal yourself like that." But she hadn't heard him, or wasn't listening. Kabuto knew Haruno to be an intelligent individual, but apparently her determination was overriding her intelligence at the moment. He reached down and pulled her hand away from the red bandages. She struggled against his grasp, but sitting up so quickly seemed to have taken it's toll on her. Breathing labored, she slid back into unconsciousness again. Kabuto held her in a sitting position for a while, inspecting the damage she'd done. The gauze had come loose from her head and had tangled with her hair. He sighed and laid her back down. 'What a frickin' hassle.' He thought. 'But there aren't many Konoha nins so determined to get rid of Akatsuki as her team is.' Kabuto wondered what Sasuke would say if he found out his former team member was in his care, only because she might und up killing off his brother's organization.
Kabuto leaned back and sighed. He really needed a break. Catering to Orochimaru's every need was getting more annoying nowadays, especially with Sasuke getting trained everyday. Kabuto was hardly needed to take care of Orochimaru's health. He looked back to the sleeping woman beside him. It was hard to believe she was only a year younger. According to his old info cards from the Chuunin, she'd shown incredible growth in strength since then. He reached out and placed a hand on her abdomen, and slowly began healing her wounds again. Most of her minor wounds had healed, but the one on her head had nearly fractured her skull. Kabuto extended his hand and gently pulled the gauze from her hair. Her head moved as he pulled, and her cheek came in contact with his palm.
To anyone else, it would have looked as though he was caressing her head. Kabuto quickly withdrew his hand at this thought.
He definitely needed a break. And staying in this abandoned hotel in the middle of Sound for two weeks sounded like a great way to blow off steam.
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