First Naruto fic. Enjoy!
Pairing: GaaSaku & bits of others
Rating: T for language and content (PG-13)
POV: Sakura- first person
Disclaimer: ya know, Kishimoto-sama, it would make the world a better place...wink wink nudge nudge...
Theme Song: Whispers in the Dark by Skillet (awesome song)
Note: I wrote this instead of updating Princess Resurrection, so please don't hound me about it.
Temari, Shikamaru, Sai: 17 years old
Everyone else: 16 years old
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The ornaments twinkled like stars on the branches of the green tree. I sighed and relaxed in the comfy padding on the couch, sipping my steaming hot chocolate. The warm brown liquid raced down my cold throat, effectively soothing it. My emerald eyes hovered on the tree topper, a pretty gold star with elaborate designs on each ray. Tsunade-shishou's words still echoed in my head.
"Sakura, I need you to travel to Suna to care for the Kazekage until he gets better." Tsunade said, handing me a thick envelope.
"Hai, I'll head out now." I turned to leave but was stopped by a gentle hand.
"Please make sure he is all better by new years, okay?" My shishou asked softly. I nodded and hugged her.
And that's where I was now, sitting in a comfy chair outside the Kazekage's office. The secretary was busy typing on her computer. My elbow length pastel pink hair was pulled back with my hitai-ate. The familiar leaf insignia was etched into it. My fingers twittled and intertwined with each other. I ended up holding my own hand. A sigh escaped my lips. I refused to think about...him. Nope, no need to explain further. That stupid chicken ass hair man deserved to stay with that Michael Jackson gay wad. Anyway. Today was...the 24th? Right, Christmas Eve. My emerald orbs hovered over the large oak door with the Suna symbol on it. Suddenly, the secretary stopped typing and called my attention. I looked up from my steaming cup of chocolaty goodness.
"You can go in now." She said, waving towards the door. I nodded my thanks and got up. My hand pushed open the door, and my eyes met a very frightening sight. Two doctors stood on each side, strapping down the wrists and legs of the red-headed Kazekage. He was shaking violently, his limbs strained from the intense spasms. His eyes were closed, but I could tell he was in pain.
"Get out, now!" I screamed at the two inexperienced doctors. They jumped and ran out. I growled and flitted to Sabaku-sama's side. How stupid could they have gotten? They put him to sleep, how pathetic! I pulled out the IV and forced some of my chakra into his head. His breathing slowed and returned to normal after a couple doses. His wrists still twitched, and I released his legs. His breathing became heavy and his heartbeat increased. I cursed. My hands did a few hand signs and warmed up with the chakra. The green life energy was forced through his skin and into his heart. Come on...you can make it! His eyes shot open, revealing the black and yellow coloring. My throat constricted. He growled and pulled on his hands. Sharp claws protruded from his fingers as he tore one hand out of the metal bars. I backed away. I was going to die...I was going to...no. I could stop this. I had to. I pinned his shoulders to the wall, causing it to crack from the strength. He smirked, showing his sharp deadly teeth.
WHAM
CRACK
WHOOSH
He flipped me over and slammed me through the wall. My back made contact with the hard clay floor. I got up and ran after the demon-possessed boy. He skidded at the end of the hallway, his claws screeching the ground. We faced each other. He ran towards me first. I ran second. Our hands collided with a force so strong it blew away a couple walls. He had slipped up, and I took the chance to shoot healing chakra into him, paralyzing him. He collapsed to the ground and his eyes slowly turned back to the normal sea green. I crossed my arms and started to walk away. After all, my job was done.
"Hey, Sakura! Stop!" I heard a voice call my name, and turned around. I was met with the happy face of Temari, my good, four-pigtailed friend. My back also met the ground, for the second time that hour. We both got up and embraced each other.
"Te...mari...can't...BREATH!"I gasped. She made a little 'oh' sound and unwrapped her arms from around my torso. Kankuro walked up and high fived me.
"Good job, there, pinky! That would've turned out really bad if you weren't there!" He said. I rolled my eyes at the stupid nickname.
"Whatever. I'm leaving now. Have a happy new year. Oh and please fire those retarded doctors." I said, dismissing their troubled looks and walked towards the door.
"Uh, pinky? Your Hokage called and she said you're supposed to stay here longer." Kankuro said. My eyebrow rose.
"What am I supposed to do?" I questioned.
"Enjoy your holiday break. And make sure Gaara stays okay." Temari said, shifting her weight on her other leg. I smiled. Somehow, just being in these wacky siblings' presence made me happy.
"That sounds fine to me, where's the nearest hotel?" I asked. Kankuro laughed.
"You're staying with us!" He gave me the thumbs up. Oh. My. God. Did he just say what I thought he said? I...was staying...with the Sabakus?! Something in my mind clicked, and Temari and I squealed at the same time.
"Slumber party!" We started hopping up and down. I was sixteen, so what? Someone cleared their voice and we automatically stopped. Gaara was staring at us, looking very formal.
"Thank you for your services, Haruno-san. We shall return to the mansion at once." He said, his dreary voice echoing in the acoustic hallway. I nodded and Temari smirked. We laughed and sped down the hallway, daring each other that we were the ones who would get there first. We ran down the crowded street market and kept running until we got to a huge gate with the Suna symbol on every column.
I flipped over the stone gate and Temari rode her fan over them. Hah, what a cheater. Shut up, Inner. Snap! Look out-
SLAM
I groaned and held my nose. Shoot, that was going to leave a mark. UGH! Crimson liquid leaked through my fingers and I groaned. This was a new shirt! Temari laughed and walked up to me.
"You alright? The competition doesn't matter anyway. Dang, you're all bruised up, too." I healed my nose. I wasn't able to handle the bruises, though. My chakra was running low. Temari let me rest on her shoulder as we walked inside the large mansion. She flopped down on the couch and I sat lazily next to her.
After a few minutes of waiting for the two boys, she got up and walked into the kitchen. I sat on the left half of the couch, staring out of the window, at the heat waves emanating from the street. I heard a small explosion and a scream. I leapt over the side of the couch and practically flew into the large kitchen. Temari was standing I the middle, covered head to toe in ashes. A pan with a large burnt object on it lay next to her left foot. I looked at her for a moment. Then I started cracking up.
"Oh -ha ha ha- my god -ha ha ha- you're such a -ha ha ha- DIP WAD!" I was rolling on the ground, clutching my sides. I couldn't help it! It was just so hilarious! Temari huffed and blew her ash-colored bangs out of her eyes, causing some of the charred bits to fly into the air. I got up and dusted off myself, meanwhile eyeing around for a broom.
"What...the...hell happened to my kitchen?" A voice exclaimed loudly from the living room.
"Hurricane Temari." I said, snatching a broom from inside the kitchen closet. Kankuro snickered and walked up a flight of stairs, disappearing into a room. His bedroom, probably. I swept the ashes into a single pile and grabbed a dust pan. The stack of grey bits was heaved into the black garbage can faster than you could say 'clean-freak'. So, I had a slight obsession with cleanliness. Not my fault. But whatever.
At the moment, a flash of dark red signified that everybody's favorite demon possessed Kazekage had entered the house and was walking down the hallway towards us. I gulped and turned my head away. I didn't need this. Not after practically trying to beat the living crap out of the guy. But no, karma was just being stubborn and fair. Oh joy. You got that right. Now stop blushing. Awwww snap. I hope he didn't see that. The look on his face told me he didn't, but then again, when had his face ever shown anything? Temari shook her head free of the ashes and looked around. Unbeknownst to her, I had cleaned the counters as well. She looked at me weird. I rose my shoulders and widened my eyes.
"What? I had nothing better to do!" I defended myself.
"It's not like it's bad or anything, but no part of this house has EVER been cleaned before. How much are your cleaning services?" Her sarcasm caused me to laugh. I shook my head and picked up the skillet covered in burnt remains of the 'dinner'.
"What the heck were you trying to cook?" I asked Temari.
"Ramen." I sweatdropped. Were all blondes alike? Naruto and Ino liked ramen. Hell, Naruto practically worshipped Ichiraku's for crying out loud! So, she was trying to cook ramen...on a pan? Without water? Oh my god. Yeah, she was. This family is going to need real food. Or at least while I'm here.
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Back in Konoha (3rd person POV)
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Naruto slurped up his seventh bowl of miso ramen. Kakashi turned a page. Sai spaced out. All and all, they were bored out of their pathetic minds. Naruto stacked the bowl on top of his 'tower' and sighed. Even he was pretty quiet.
"With Ugly gone, it's kind of boring. When does she get back?" Sai asked.
"We don't know." Kakashi said. Naruto slammed his head on the counter, earning an angry call from the back of the ramen shop. He groaned and sat up.
"I MISS SAKURA-CHAN!!" He wailed dramatically. Sai sighed. Kakashi flipped a page. Naruto kept throwing a fit.
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Suna (Sakura 1st person POV) Day 2
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I sighed. I hope Naruto wasn't crying or anything. He's such a pansy sometimes. Just as I got up from the couch, Kankuro emerged from his room. Our eyes met, and I raised an eyebrow. Fudge, I think he saw you flinch. Yeah, I think he did too, Inner. Hurry, come up with an excuse before he asks what you're doing. Like my Inner predicted, he stared at me for a couple seconds before asking.
"What are you doing?" It was more of a demand than a question. Whatever. I shrugged.
"Shouldn't you be at your brother's office?" I asked.
"Shouldn't you be training our medics?" He countered.
"Are you answering my questions with questions?" I was getting annoyed.
"Do you think I am?" Ok...now I was just pissed. I growled and a vein pulsed on my normal -sure whatever- sized forehead.
"Whatever. I'm leaving. See you later." I said and huffed while I pulled on my sandals. I would have ripped the door off it's hinges if not for the person standing in my way. I mentally gulped in unison with my Inner. It was Gaara-sama. Kuso, he could have at least knocked! It's his house, stupid. He doesn't have to. ...you realize he's staring at you, right? Oh. Well than. Shit. I rubbed the back of my head nervously and weaved around him, bounding out of their sight. I could still hear Kankuro's laughter as I ran towards the hospital.
I entered with a breeze, startling the nurses at the desk.
"May we help you?" One asked, her voice high and pitchy. Obviously just there to see Gaara-sama. Stupid fangirls.
"I'm here to start training." I said. She widened her eyes cutely -obviously practicing for Gaara- and tilted her head to the side.
"I'm sorry but there's no one here to train you." She said. Ok...her voice was SO getting on my nerves. I slammed my hand down on the counter, causing the fangirl to yelp.
"Listen, you slut. I'm here to train your medics. Let me go." I said, obviously annoyed. Her red -most likely surgically improved- lips quivered and she burst out in dramatically retarded tears. She pointed in a direction, and I nodded. Briskly making my way down the hall, I saw a sign that said 'EMPLOYEE LOUNGE' in big letters. I smiled and walked through the white swinging doors. There they were, the doctors and nurses, sitting and talking.
It was all of them, as Temari had given me all their folders last night. I spotted the most experienced one, Hachiro Daisuke. Hmm, Daisuke 'great helper' Hachiro 'eighth son'. I could only hope he was what his name implied.
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Kazekage's office (3rd person POV) same time
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"Would you please consider our law, Kazekage-sama? It is of utter importance!" The elder insisted. The redhead put his face in his hands and let out a deep breath.
"I will elder-san. Please leave. I will contact you as soon as I have an answer." His voice floated around the room, and the elder nodded and left hastily. Gaara rested his chin on his hands and looked out one of the windows.
This was very important, and he didn't want to upset the elders' council. But...so urgently? He had no idea who to contact. Kankuro was hopelessly perverted. Temari was...occupied with their guest. Baki was nowhere to be found. Who did he have left?
Kid you could always just ask that pink-haired vixen!
Shut up, you. And no, she's the last person I would EVER ask for help.
...So?
So...what? I've made up my mind. You can't change it.
Right, I can't change it. But if you don't go down to the hospital right now to talk to her I'm taking over.
Chatty much, today? Okay...he was trying to distract Shukaku.
Just get your little punk ass down there.
Damn...didn't work. He sighed and stood up. One glance from the clock told him two things. One, he had spent ten minutes arguing mentally. Two, it was one hour and fifty minutes until Sakura was supposed to be done training for the day.
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With Sakura (first POV) now
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These medics were pathetic. The best they could do was put ice on a bruise and heal an infinitesimal scratch. Absolutely hopeless.
"Everyone!" I yelled. They jumped and looked at me, "Do you guys REALLY want to be medics?"
"Yeah!" They pumped their fists in the air.
"Then let's make you medics!" I mimicked them, "First, control your chakra so it's centered on your palm. Make sure it's good chakra!" I held out my hand, showing a tennis ball sized orb of light green chakra. They did the same, but they were golf balls. At least we made progress! Finally! Woot! That's what I'm TALKING about! I smiled. Daisuke nodded and cut his arm so it bled profusely. I laid my hand on the slash, and in half a second it was healed. He did it again, except smaller, and I ordered the medics-in-training to line up.
"Now," I instructed, "Use the chakra ball to push into the wound's area. Try on the cut now."
The first person went and mostly healed it. There was only a little sliver left, and I finished it up. The process repeated (most of the time I didn't have to finish for them) until it got to a shy girl. Oh Kami, she reminded me of Hinata-chan. A sad look crossed my face. I missed my friends. Hell, even Sai. I heard a knock on the door.
"Keep practicing. Cut deeper, and pull more chakra. When you feel weak, stop." I said, and then walked towards the door. I opened it, only to come forehead-to-forehead with someone.
The worst parts?
One, I saw red hair.
Two, I saw confused, sea green eyes.
Three, our lips were touching.
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-yawns- okay, that was pretty easy! I just edited it a little bit (you probably didn't notice) so it makes sense more and doesn't repeat as much. I just realized I said pathetic at least four times in the same scene. XD anyway!
Well, that's it! The first chapter to Strange Vacation of Doom! Please review with all comments.
Vote! SaiSaku GaaSaku KibaSaku...etc. which pairing do you want?
Note: If it turns out to be SasuSaku, I'll come up with something. The timeline is set at the beginning of Shippuden, a year after Naruto's return. None of the Akatsuki has died. Asuma and Itachi and Jiraiya are still alive.
With votes and notes,
The Authoress of Heartbreak,
Rain-hime