Sasuke and Ino: My Savior
Summary: He saved her from death, but can he save her from her wounds?
She could feel the bile coming up her throat as she tried to steady herself. She felt drowsy, but she forced herself to stay focus. Be focus. She could barely move, she realized. Her eyes were heavy and the liquid sliding down her lids didn't help. It was getting hard to breathe as she inhaled sharply. The sting against her throat made her want to touch that area, but her hands didn't move. She didn't move. The blueness of her eyes dimmed into an aquamarine with its mixture of green. She felt like there was a boulder on her back as her leg shook. She tried to focus on what was in front of her, but she couldn't. Everything was a big blur and she tried to blink for clarity to fall in. Her slow blinks only caused the liquid to drip further into her eye making it harder to see.
Closing her eyes, she counted mentally to ten before opening it again. Nothing, everything was still blurry and out of focus.
"Shika…"
All she remembered was she had stubbornly left her group to go bathe in the river. Then... then everything was a blur. All she remembered was how she was so close to the water that it made her jump with joy.
She didn't get the chance to clean herself up though.
There were shinobi, so many of them that she lost count trying to remember. The first thing that came was shock and fear, but it was quickly covered by anger and courage. She remembered fighting, kunai in hand. She remembered having to run across the river. She remembered using a lot of her chakra. She remembered the sting of the blade against her shoulder, her leg, her thigh, her chest.
"Cho…"
She could remember hearing their screams. It was filled with worry. She remembered moving quickly, probably the fastest she has ever been. She remembered one of the shinobi tried slicing her and she ducking cutting through some of her long locks. She remembered getting angry. She remembered making hand signs. She must've used a jutsu. No, she used more than one. She probably used many.
She remembered feeling so tired, so hurt and in pain. She remembered seeing her childhood friends try to get to her through the pack of rouge nin, but they couldn't reach her.
She tried taking a deep breath only to feel that sting again. Coughing from the straining of her throat, she felt the blood slip down the corner of her lips. It was wet, sticky. She blinked hard trying to figure out where she was.
She remembered she was fighting and fighting and fighting. She remembered killing them. She remembered running to chase some down. She remembered finishing them off.
Realization hit her. She was lost.
She was lost and was losing blood. She forced her legs to move. Like a mantra in her head, she egged herself to move. She needed to get back. What if Shikamaru and Choji are looking for her? What if they were hurt? What if they…
She didn't finish that sentence willing herself to move. She felt her fingers itched before it curved into her palms making fists. Her lips curved slightly. Good. It was a start. She squeezed her hands harder willing her legs to move. She made a promise to Asuma to take care of them. She made a promise to not lose to Sakura in love. She made promises to return home.
Home.
She clenched her jaw and shut her eyes. She had to get home. She had to see her friends, her father, everyone who has helped her become who she is. She still hasn't fallen in love yet. She hasn't finished her duty as a kounichi, she hasn't beaten Sakura, she hasn't finish living.
Her leg lifted and she felt elated.
She carefully pushed her leg forward feeling the ground beneath her. She inwardly jumped like when she was younger. Like the time when she was able to make a beautiful bouquet. Putting pressure on the forward leg, she felt it. She felt the pain searing up her hip. She swears she could feel it in her bone. Feeling at a loss of air, she paused.
She looked down to see where the pain was coming from. There lies a large gash from her knee up to mid-thigh. She inwardly cursed and attempted to bring her hands over the wound. Her arm felt heavier than her legs. Glancing at her arm, there were more wounds inflicted. Ignoring the shots of pain, she moved her arm over so her hands rested on the wound.
She knew she was running extremely low on chakra.
If she healed the wound, she would definitely be unconscious. She thought about the situation. She was already bleeding profusely. It was only slowing due to the scabs being form. If she used what she had left, she would probably die. If she doesn't use it, she would bleed to death. Both were lose-lose situation for her. There was no way she would make it back unless she was able to heal herself. Glancing around her again, there was no one around and as far as she could tell the only other person here was dead.
She killed him.
Looking back at her wound, she could see the trail of blood dripping down toward her ankle. She removed her hand. She figured it would be best for her to suffer through the pain and try to get back. If she fell unconscious, she wouldn't know how far she was from Konoha. She leaned forward feeling another pain from her chest. Heaving a choked breath, she clenched her eyes. After a few mental encouragements, she lifted the back leg inching it forward. It was making her lose her breath as she felt the leg was heavier than she expected. The pain shot all over her body. Sucking in both lips, she felt her toes drag against the floor.
Dirt.
She inwardly frowned. She didn't like to have dirt under her nails, but this was not the time to think about things like this. Stopping the drag of her toes, she planted her foot and let out a breath. She could feel the sweat mixing in the blood. The smell made her want to throw whatever she had in her up, but this was also not the time to think about that.
She wanted to continue her little walk away, but she didn't have the energy anymore. She could feel everything in her start to dissipate as things started to get dark. Her lids were becoming heavy and her fists were not clenched anymore. She could feel herself swaying as she tried to stay up.
Tears, she usually does not cry, but right now she wanted to. She wanted to cry because she was going to die in a place she didn't recognize. She was going to die with the body of the shinobi who ambushed her team. She was not going to finish her personal mission in finding love. She was not going to see her friends. She was not going to see her father anymore.
She wanted to cry, but she didn't.
There were no tears as sleep was closing in on her. Trying to keep her eyes open, she continued blinking hoping that maybe if she blinked enough, she would end up home.
She smiled at that thought.
She wanted to be back in her father's embrace. She wanted to see her friends' smiles and she wanted to continue teaching Sai. She wanted to advance in T/I department. She wanted to make her father proud.
Her knees buckled and she didn't feel pain. She was numbed and she felt her body slumped to the side. Not moving, she continued blinking, but her blinks were becoming slower and slower. Her vision was getting hazy and she furrowed her brows lightly.
What was that? Was there someone else here? Is this the dean man's friend coming to take vengeance on her? For a moment, she felt fear hitting her. Soon she felt nothing, but the endless world of sleep.