Chapter one: Abduction?
We all know Sakura Haruno when we see her, the warm fragile cherry blossom, with brilliant emerald orbs and fair smooth skin. The familiar red dress and the dark green stockings, the white wrappings and gray frog pill pouches and navy holsters, all vivid and so her, innocent as always and will always be. (At least that's what we think.)
Let's never forget our prodigy, the Sasuke Uchiha, the sole survivor of the Uchiha clan massacre, the dark clothing, the aloof and stoic personality, and the village's heartthrob and title-holder of the most fan clubs in Konoha. He is and always will be an enemy of emotions. Single avenger on a dangerous path. (At least that's what we think.)
But who could ever disregard our favorite knuckleheaded ninja, Naruto Uzumaki, the kyuubi vessel of course. Loud-hyperactive-orange-clothed-troublemaking-promising-freak-ramen-lover is a good little phrase to describe him. Always wanted to be Hokage and will never break that promise. (At least that's what we think.)
"Kakashi. You and your students may leave for the mission today at noon. Understand the situation carefully and the magnetic buffer set upon the area that Temari notified us about. Shikamaru conformed and double-checked every single detail before I put up the mission together. Dismissed. Good luck." The fifth threw a medium sized beige scroll bordered by a crimson shade to the copy ninja and released them with a wave of her palm as they all disappeared for their own business.
The copy nin in a puff of smoke, the Uchiha in a whirlwind of leaves on fire, Haruno in a twister of cherry blossoms, and the nine-tailed container out the door, he had a look on his face that Tsunade finally couldn't understand. Usually the woman could easily read the boy, but today he seemed troubled. She ignored him and gulped down a huge quantity of sake, tinting her cheeks red with the high alcohol substance. Tonton oink differently too, but she simply assumed that the pig was hungry. Or perhaps a different sense of humor.
"Ok, kids, I guess I'll see you all here an hour earlier than the mission's exact scheduled time. Don't be late." Was all he said as he disappeared in a puff of smoke.
"Don't be late." Sakura mimicked her sensei. "And he's the only one that's gonna be late again today. 'I was lost on the road of life, when a pretty lady, blah blah blah'" The pink-haired girl giggled at her own words, slightly enjoying her sensei's similar lame excuses.
Nobody said anything else, she was rather surprised to see Naruto so quiet, it wasn't like him at all, the usual hyper boy was in fact, thoughtful? She couldn't read him this time.
Sasuke glanced at him also, seeing the change in his attitude and thought better to do, his dark onyx eyes traveled and settled on the saddened figure of his pink teammate. He didn't know why, but something in his chest hurt really bad, almost as if it was engulfing his whole self. It was hurting him emotionally almost physically.
She grabbed a strand of pastel pink locks and tucked them behind her ears, something moved in his chest again then fell right back down and almost sink into his stomach when he saw her walking away. He actually thought she was going to as usual ask to-
"Come on guys, let's just do some more training. Get all that stress out and get ready for the mission." It was like she was reading his mind, their minds actually because Naruto needs it, especially when he looks sort of down. He might slip and spill what's eating him up. However none of that came, so he just let it drop to the side.
"No thanks, Sakura. You and Sasuke can go on without me today." Naruto said solemnly, parting away from his teammates. His spiky blond hair down, swaying gently with the
wind, orange attire not so toning his personality today. Naruto felt just weird today. Nevertheless, the boy was sad about something. Sasuke just didn't care as usual it wasn't his business. The only thing he cared about now, was a three-hour training with his female teammate. He told himself he didn't want to, but his body pushed him to join her.
"Oh, ok Naruto. See yah then." Sakura managed to say, even if there was a joyous party in her head right now for finally having some alone time with her love.
Shadowed by Naruto and Sasuke's increasing strength, the pink-haired girl was determined to sprout and show some new moves. Even if she knew, she couldn't surpass her teammates…yet, she still could do some damage on her own.
"Hn." The common response expected from Sasuke of course, as he gestured her to come along with a nod. He told himself to ignore her and call her annoying if she asks him out like all the other girls. Every time he would call her that and see the sad tone applied to her beautiful facial features, the same painful feeling in his chest would come back and make him feel…guilty? Somehow it did.
Surprisingly, the whole walk was silent and somehow he wasn't ok with it. Not that he wanted to talk anyways, the boy wanted space, at least that's what he always told himself.
Just as they both expected, an hour of practicing their taijutsu techniques and the other two on their genjutsu and ninjutsu. That's where Sakura wasn't that famous in, so Sasuke taught her a move that she will never forget. A special move that even his best friend Naruto wouldn't learn when pigs fly. Sasuke looked distant enough after that, he didn't know what he's just done, but it felt right, just right.
Panting and sweating, Sakura exhaled a long breath and her eyes fluttered slowly, Sasuke in instinct teleported behind her fainting form holding her there, panting himself. Something didn't quite feel right, it was a different atmosphere all of a sudden, something toxic, a strange miasma started to overwhelm the entire training ground, destroying the blooming cherry blossoms in process, he couldn't take it, the air was poisoned and rotten with the toxic miasma forcing its way through the genin's lungs. It got Sakura all right, and that's not good.
"Hey, teme! what are y-?" Naruto collapsed as he first appeared, but Sasuke was a bit resistant due to his fire style jutsu's technique which requires him to have extra oxygen pumped through his lungs. It sure wasn't going to last for long, his eyes fluttered slightly, paralyzed, the boy just sat there with the cherry blossom teammate in his arms. Last thing he saw was a tall figure of a male approaching behind the mist with a concerned tone.
"What…the…hell?" Was all Sasuke could manage to say before collapsing on the ground, his head unconsciously set upon Sakura's chest, and arms at both sides of her hips. The mysterious figure just rolled his dark eyes at the unconscious forms and vanished along with them in the miasma.
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