Guilty Chapter 1: Annoying
Author's Note: Hello Naruto Fanfiction fans, this is my first stab at writing a fanfiction piece… Just wanted to put it out there to try and contribute some content of my own to this amazing community and pay homage to some of my favorite stories and authors.
A bit of background: "Guilty" was inspired by the story "The Planning of a Matriarch" by ChronicallyChill (aka Pain-somia on tumblr and Tomaday on AO3). It was the very first fanfiction story I ever read, and it is absolutely INCREDIBLE.
Finally, this is obvious but of course I must include this: I OWN NOTHING. NARUTO AND ALL CHARACTERS RELATED TO THE NARUTO MANGA IS OWNED BY MASASHI KISHIMOTO.
Thanks for reading!
Rating: M for language and sexually suggestive content
Chapter 1: Annoying
"Okaeri, Sasuke."
Sasuke tried to avoid looking Itachi in the face when he returned home from his medical appointment. A master observer, there was nothing his Nii-san ever failed to notice, after all. Which is why Sasuke had taken extra care after his afternoon romp to try and work his hair down into something manageable and smooth out his clothing as best he could before he left the hospital. He even lathered that awful antiseptic gel the reception desk always had for visitors on his hands, hoping it would mask any telltale scents. His girlfriend, of course, hadn't been much help at all. She merely giggled at his pathetic attempts to tame his duck-butt hair and only riled him up further by provocatively hooking a slender white finger ever so teasingly back into the waistband of his shinobi pants.
Really, she was just soooo… annoying.
Ten years ago he never would have imagined that he'd find himself where he was earlier that afternoon. He tried to resist, but his girlfriend was so damned annoying with her piercing jade eyes, long, lustrous petal colored hair, pillowy pink lips, creamy soft skin, that tiny little waist offset by her perfectly sloped hips and a pair of the most perky, curvaceous… noooo, no no no…. wait.
Sasuke inwardly groaned. His near irrepressible attraction to her was downright humiliating. He was an Uchiha, dammit. Shouldn't he have better control over things like this?
He told himself that his insatiable need for her was just the byproduct of not having enjoyed regular… ermm… relations, with her for the past two months given his training with the Dobe for their upcoming jounin exam. But really, who was he kidding? When did he ever not feel this way about her?
If the village gossip mill could be believed (and Sasuke knew first hand better than anyone that the rumors about his girlfriend's desirability were true), no hot blooded healthy man in his right mind could have resisted her. Who would have thought his itty bitty little wisp of a teammate would grow up to be such a knockout?! Haruno Sakura had always been a pretty girl, he wouldn't deny that. But her once delicate, doe-like features evolved into a truly striking and exotic sort of beauty, and matched with that tight, petite body built for sin, well… One had to have been blind and stupid not to notice Konoha's sweetheart.
And Uchiha Sasuke was neither.
Which is why, what was supposed to be an innocuous mandatory physical for all jounin exam participants in her office at Konoha General earlier that afternoon ended up taking a… carnal turn.
After returning his Nii-san's bemused look with a rushed "gonnachangebeforedinner", Sasuke all but fled up the stairs to his room two steps at a time, and only when he closed his door did he allow himself a moment to replay the events of the day in his mind.
In truth, he hadn't seen Sakura much at all over the past two months. (Okay, fine. That wasn't entirely accurate, because there was that much too brief rendezvous they shared at his house a few days ago…) But that didn't count, Sasuke insisted to himself. After all, that was just a desperate quickie that they managed to squeeze in when Sakura arrived at the Uchiha main house for Itachi's previously scheduled eye appointment, only to find that her patient was running 15 minutes late. Which was just enough time to… get off, technically, except not exactly because their short session had really only left Sasuke deliriously wanting more.
Seriously though, other than that shortest of quickies 72 hours ago, he'd hardly seen her over the past two months. Although he and Naruto were temporarily off the mission roster so they could prepare for the upcoming exam, he and Sakura had mutually agreed that maintaining some distance for the time being was best so he could remain unilaterally focused on his training. The exams would take place this weekend, which meant he'd be able to see her at a more regular cadence soon enough. But he never thought seeing her today for an extended period of time for the first time in what felt like forever would hit him like a freight train.
He thought back to the vision she made in her immaculate white medic's coat, how her already long and lithe, creamy legs seemed endless in a pair of black heeled sandals, the generous swell of her breasts underneath that tightly fitting red sheath dress and the way her sheet of cotton candy hair had been haphazardly piled up into a lazy bun to show off her smooth and slender neck to advantage… it had all been too much for him to resist. Combined with her distinct floral and strawberry scent gently wafting off her soft hair and delicate collar bone… Sasuke was a man gone.
It didn't help that upon finally pulling her close for a searing kiss, his hands over her tightly toned and perfectly rounded backside quickly revealed that she wasn't wearing any underwear. Then and there, Sasuke knew he had not only lost the battle – but the war.
One look at the seductive gleam in her eye disclosed everything he needed to know. She had planned this all along knowing he'd be at her office today for his physical… the little minx.
Despite himself, Sasuke couldn't help the smug self-satisfied smile that crept over his face at the memory of the heated mind blowing sex they'd had in her office that afternoon. Sure, it was a fantasy he had harbored since they started seeing each other romantically a year ago… but it wasn't one he thought he'd ever get to fulfill given Sakura's position at the hospital and her sterling professionalism.
That was the thing about his childhood teammate-turned girlfriend-turned lover though; she never ceased to surprise and amaze him with her aggressive and direct nature when it came to the physical side of their relationship.
As much as he loathed to admit it, thoughts of her (and their less than innocent activities together) had a tendency to preoccupy his mind lately whether he liked it or not. And it wasn't that he enjoyed sneaking around. They'd been at it for a year already, for crying out loud. In fact, the sheer number of beyond irritating romantic advances she fielded on a daily basis from male shinobi and civilians alike was almost aggravating enough to make him want to shout his claim over Konoha's most beloved pink haired medic from the top of Hokage Tower amidst a rain of Kirin.
(Okay, maybe not with Kirin… maybe that was overkill).
This desire to keep their romantic involvement under wraps had nothing to do with her, or their relationship. The clan council would be prickly about it, to be sure, given Sakura's civilian background - regardless of the amazing person she was, her incredible shinobi skills or her tutelage under the Godaime.
He knew most of his family couldn't care less and would love Sakura all the same… but he also knew from experience that the elders could be problematic and had a noteworthy talent of being able to make one's life miserable or at the very least, extremely unpleasant… if they felt like it.
Sasuke also knew from experience that there would only be so much even his mother could do to protect Sakura from the elders' vitriol. While Sasuke spent his entire life trudging through the mire that was the clan's impossible standards and was quite used to navigating the feelings of inadequacy that the elders seemed to dole out like candy – he couldn't and wouldn't subject Sakura to that. Not when he was aware of her sensitivities and all of the hard work and sacrifice she had gone through as a genin and later as the Godaime's apprentice to better herself, advance her skills, finally achieve her Byakugō seal and prove her worth as an integral shinobi to the village.
No, she didn't deserve that… not at all. Sasuke would be sure to keep their relationship on the down low until he figured out a way to keep the elders out of it.
On top of his clan's pain-in-the ass politics, both Sakura and Sasuke knew they would also have to deal with the epic avalanche of cooing and the incessant talk of weddings and grandbabies that they'd be hit with if Uchiha Mikoto were to ever catch wind of their change in status.
As the most in-demand surgical resident at Konoha General and the Medic-on-Call of choice for the main houses of Konoha's noble clans, the sheer daily force of Mikoto-san's enthusiasm for all things wedding and grandchildren related wasn't something an already swamped Sakura was keen on provoking at the moment. Sasuke wasn't overly fond of the prospect of being pushed into marriage and fatherhood at eighteen, either.
He knew Sakura was undoubtedly his end game, but the fact of the matter was that he had more critical goals to reach for the time being… like being promoted to jounin along with his village idiot best friend so they could catch up to their female teammate.
They agreed to go public with their relationship once Itachi and Izumi-nee's engagement was officially announced. Sasuke figured that once his Nii-san's wedding date was set and he was already in transition to formerly take over as clan head from their father, he could ask his older brother for help in dealing with the elders. And, both teens figured that the flurry of activity required to plan an Uchiha main house wedding and the prospect of grandchildren by her eldest son would be diverting enough to keep Mikoto-san's rabid attention away from them.
Speaking of which… where was his mother? She was usually in the kitchen this time of day to greet him when he returned home from his intensive jounin exam training. For the past two months, she busied herself daily preparing her youngest son's favorite foods so he'd be well nourished after the rigorous practicals and survival simulations he was subjecting himself to in preparation for the exam.
As if Itachi could read his mind (which wouldn't have been shocking given the extent of his genius older brother's ridiculous shinobi prowess), Sasuke heard a light rap on his bedroom door.
"Come to the kitchen to eat once you are settled, Sasuke. Okaa-san and Otou-san are dining with a few of the elders in the formal reception room this evening. Unless, of course, you would like to join them."
Sasuke's head shot up. Hell motherfucking NO THANK YOU to that.
"No need." He blurted almost immediately. Itachi let out a low chuckle at his ornery otouto's lightening fast rejection of spending any time with those stuffy elders. Of course, he couldn't blame him. The thought alone was enough to give Itachi mild indigestion, so he couldn't imagine what the prospect did to Sasuke.
Before Itachi knew it, Sasuke whipped open his bedroom door with less grace than his older brother expected of him and padded down the stairs to the kitchen.
"Where is Izumi-nee and Shisui?" Sasuke inquired after swallowing his fourth onigiri. Ahhh, tomatoes and okaka… the best. Itachi looked on with unmasked affection at the sight of his little brother inhaling his favorite food. Watching Sasuke eat onigiri always reminded Itachi of how adorable he was when he was little; all cute with his cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.
"Izumi is having dinner with her genin team, and Shisui refuses to step anywhere near the house knowing that Kana-san is here this evening."
"Hn." Sasuke grunted in disdain. Of course Shisui would avoid their home like the plague tonight. Uchiha Kana was an old bat alright, and she also happened to be Shisui's insufferable great aunt. The windbag had a mouth big enough to rival Yamanaka Ino's (which was seriously saying something), although these days most of her rants were focused on nagging Shisui about his notoriously prolific womanizing. She and the rest of the elders had long since given up trying to get his older playboy cousin to marry and settle down, but they found that indiscriminately bedding loose civilians was an entirely different matter.
"And how has your exam preparations been coming along?" Itachi asked calmly as he gently pushed a plate of marinated tomatoes and more miso soup towards his little brother.
"Well. As long as the Dobe doesn't make me kill him during the exam, we'll be fine."
"That is -"
Itachi was abruptly cut off as the sound of clattering china sliced the air. Both brothers shot up from their seats with kunai in hand. A split second after his carefully honed shinobi senses were alerted, Sasuke realized that he didn't sense any unknown chakra signatures in the house. The ever so slight relaxing of his Nii-san's shoulders seemed to corroborate that, but Itachi's inquisitive brow still left a question hanging out in the open. What the hell was that?
Suddenly, the brothers heard the sound of a few flustered elders awkwardly shifting their sandals on as they scrambled over themselves at the genkan, muttering excuses for their sudden departure. Sasuke caught a glimpse of his mother's beet red countenance and his father's stone frozen visage as their guests all but rushed out the door.
Being the considerate older brother he was, Itachi took up the task of cutting through the bizarre tension and spoke first.
"Otou-san, is everything alright?"
Sasuke noticed that his mother wouldn't look at either son in the eye as Fugaku cleared his throat to respond.
"Yes, everything is fine… It is nothing."
Mikoto seemed like she might say something, but only offered her boys a shaky barely-there curve of a nervous smile before faithfully padding after her husband to the master suite, presumably to retire with him for the evening.
Although his Nii-san's face appeared as impassive as ever, Sasuke knew better. The slightest downturn of Itachi's mouth proved that his older brother was as dissatisfied with their father's lame attempt to brush this under the rug as Sasuke.
So the question remained - what was so off-putting that the Uchiha elders practically fell over each other to leave the main house so abruptly?
