AN: another fanfic but now we got fancy lycans. Glamwolves even. As for tags this fic has both fem!Naruto and Multisaku being stressed out. Don't worry tho, she gets better. She gets better and gets a fancy ring sfyea kicking ass. Yay.
As always this is typed only one my phone and has only light editing done. If it gets interest I will polish it up more, but right now I'm way too busy. Thanks for reading! Oh, and vomit warning.
Sakura had woken up to a blindly painful headache and stiff mucles in her limbs. Trying to rise she found herself strapped down and instantly started to panic and trash in the binds. The leather tore at the raw skin of her wrists and she opened her mouth to scream even as she felt a pinprick in her thigh.
Drugs. She knew what was in her system and wanted it out! To peel the flesh back and let the posion seep out and stay safe away from the shadows crowding around her and hands shoving her back down and keeping her still.
"Hands off", she heard Ino say through the fog, "touch her and I'll chop your tail off!"
Another voice was talking but Sakura gave up trying to focus on that. A cool touch brushed against her burning flesh and Sakura tried to lean into it. Ino. It had to be Ino with such soft hands and she was here to help with her. When the touch left Sakura whined like a child before the bounds at her wrist were unlocked. Two snapped open, then the one around her waist, and Ino pulled her into a tight embrace. Warmth pooled over her frozen skin and Sakura pressed herself even further into Inos touch. Hands rubbed tight circles over her bare back and Sakura found herself fighting sleep. It must be whatever they had stuck her with doing it, but why did it even happen?
What was even happening?
Too fog-minded to panic, she instead peeked from between Inos arms to the others in the room. Though her vision was blurry she could make out a blonde haired lean body of Inos cousin. Next to him was some short red-head and she didn't care to think further about them so settled on 'leprechaun' as a monkier.
"Jeez", she heard the cousin laugh, "you're gonna suffocate her like that."
"Just get out of here", Ino shot back and even Sakuras blurry mind heard the venom in it, "you're just making things worse."
"Big words coming from someone that almost killed her."
The drug had started to work it's way into her system and already had it's fingers dig deep into her brain. What Ino had been accused of…Sakura wanted to stop and focus on it for answers, but it was becoming impossible to focus and stay awake. Now she could feel Ino moved under her and reply something back-no she didn't want to fall back into nothing. She needed to stay awake.
The hope came that perhaps she would wake up now and this was just a fever dream. She had been sick before from that dog bite and
Sakura let her eyes close-
After three hours of sitting at the grimy bus stop outside of the RV park, Naruto almost wept with relief when the car pulled to a stop in front of her. Even if it wasn't her actual ride, the sheer boredom of just sitting there feeling sad felt like toture. She couldn't even play on her laptop for fear of running down the battery and she was not going back for a recharge. Not after those douchebags tossed her out like trash and threatened to eat her.
Clutching both her bag and stuffed fox close, she stood up even as the back door of the car opened. The man who got out, she assumed the same one from the phone call, was at least three heads taller than her and dressed sharply. Way too sharply she thought and she instantly felt shabby in her sweater and cheap bluejeans. The six cartoon Band-Aids layered over her cheeks didn't help either. The slacks he wore even had a sharp crease and the way the shirt fit him was…well she wasn't sure how shirts were supposed to fit. It did look good on him at the very least.
His shoes crunching over the gravel as he approached, the man brushed back the hair blowing into his face and leaned in close to her. One side of his face was smoothed and painted up with dark kohl while the other half looked like a topographical map pulled over bones. Too dull to be burns and too stretched to be fresh, so she wasn't quite sure what caused them. Descriptive metaphors from Jiraya came to mind, but she couldn't grasp the one that fit this man best. The closest one she could think of was of a feral beast playing tame. Especially when he smiled down at her; those canines were definitely inhuman and wicked.
"Did you call anyone else?", he asked with a quick glance of the area around them. She wondered if the neighbors around them were watching from their tiny windows and what they must think.
"The other number he gave me was disconnected", she answered truthfully, "you're Obitio right?"
"Unfortunately for most people I am. You also said something about being threatened when you called?"
Naruto could feel her face heating up from the reminder of what had happened. For a moment she was sorely tempted to point the finger at those assholes to see what would happen. Coming into her grandfather's RV and telling her he was dead before kicking her out and stealing the keys. She knew they were still there too; there was only one road that led out of the place unless they drove off a cliff. Maybe she could just sic this person on them and-no that was stupid.
'Like some brat crying to their dad about bullies.'
Trying not to cringe at that mental image Naruto shook her head and muttered a quick dismissal before grabbing her belongings and going past him to the car. Opening the door she slid in and instantly sighed at the feeling of chilled air washing over her body. The inside of the car was just as swanky as the outside; leather bench seats in the back and and plenty of leg room. For a moment she caught the drivers gaze in the rear-view mirror before they gave a wink and looked away.
That little interaction made her sit up straight and brought back her focus. Obitio slid in next to her and the door was closed and locked. Then, the car slowly pulled back onto the street and Naruto tried her best not to start panicking. While this man was a total stranger-and creepy honestly-her grandfather had put his trust in him to watch over her. She just had to put the same faith in this man the same as Jiraya had. It wasn't easy though, she thought as she side-eyed Obitio, but there had to be a reason for his name to be dropped.
So far the man had only leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. Not another word had been spoken to her and he didn't seem to eager to start a conversation. As the rural scenery flashed past the window Naruto wondered if she should follow his lead and stay quiet. Running her fingers through the soft fur of her plush she mulled over the choices and made a decision.
"How did you know Jiraya?"
Her question prompted the man to give a snort and sit up in his seat. From how he turned in his seat to face her, she figured that an actual conversation had just been started.
"He was a detective for my area", came the answer, "he had my life in his hands and gave it back so I owed him."
It was difficult to keep from asking this stranger if he knew exactly how Jiraya had been killed. The others that had kicked her out of her home had crowed about seeing the dead body and the thing that had torn him apart. Anything else about the incident wasn't answered and she really didn't have time to ask as she frantically packed. Ah, but even if this man did know perhaps it would be best to ask at a later date about the grisly details. Openly sobbing over a stranger didn't seem like the best thing to do.
Naruto was pulled out of her thoughts by Obitio reaching out for her. Trying not to show her panic she leaned forward enough and he grabbed her head. Just wrapped that large hand around her skull and tugged her forward until she was trying not to fall on her face. As he tilted her head down she could feel his fingers parting the hair along the scalp and she scoffed.
"It's natural", she said and tried to tug away, "I've never dyed it."
"Aren't your kind supposed to have red hair?"
Red did flare over her cheeks then from the offhanded comment. Wrenching her head free from his grasp she shot him a dirty look and spat,
"Worried about your merchandise?"
Obitio met her anger with a laugh and even ruffled her hair like one did to a dog. His next touch was against her calf as he tapped the leg there as if asking permission. Reminding herself that it was all her fault for getting into this mess, Naruto obliged and rolled up the leg of her jeans to reveal the stark white skin that faded into peach along her leg. The next touch from him was more gentle than the last as he lifted the leg higher for a better look. The rough pad of his thumb rubbed over one spot as if to rid any dye or powder she might've used. All it did though was make the hairs there stand on edge.
Such cold hands this man had.
Naruto felt a prickle on the back of her neck and she glanced up front to see the driver watching back at her in the mirror. His eyes were full of mirth and both eyebrows were raised in a questioning manner. Feeling properly shamed, she lifted her leg from Obitos grasp and quickly covered it back up. Across from her Obito gave another dry laugh and turned back into his seat.
"Do you always cover up so much?", came the question from him.
"I have too-its not exactly something I want to show off to everyone."
"If you didn't have those bandages on people probably wouldn't notice your face at least."
Already she could tell this would be a battle lost if she continued with the banter. Throwing up her hands, she flopped back against the seat and focused on the scenery speeding past them. On her blind side she heard Obitio mutter something about 'brats' before a little chime cut off his griping. She watched from the corner of her eye as he dug out his phone and grimaced at whatever notification was there.
"Shit", he said as stored the phone away, "as if I didn't have enough problems."
Opening her eyes again was far easier than it had been before and for a moment Sakura did believe she was back in her dorm. The bed was too soft though and the sunlight streaming into the window was rich in sunset colors. Her dorm window never caught the evening sun nor did it smell like dried plants and hairspray. Her body did not suffer this time as she sat up and kicked aside the thick covers off herself. In fact, aside from a soreness in her muscles, Sakura didn't really feel any worse for wear. Expect for the gnawing hunger growing in her gut by the second.
Tugging down the oversized shirt she wore, where were her clothes, she padded sliently out of the room to the kitchen. With familiarity she tugged open the fridge and almost drooled over the food there. Much better than what was in her dorm fridge. There was a pack of thick raw bacon that really tempted her, but instead Sakura went for the meal shakes just to try and hurry for relief. The first one went done smoothly following by a second then a third. The entire pack didn't last long in her rush and the gaping hole in her stomach only seemed to calm when she had the last swallow.
With shake still clinging to her lips, Sakura stood there in front of the fridge panting. The recalling realizations of last night were slowly gaining traction in her mind and she struggled to remember more. She had been naked and tied down while Ino held her close. Ino's cousin had been there also she recalled his mocking words. And…someone else. Someone who pricked her and sent her back to sleep.
Sakura held up her wrists and examine the red welts and dark bruises over them. Seeing the sight made the pain rush back and she tasted the meal shake as it came back up.
There was barely enough time to make it to the sink as she vomited up every last drop. The sounds of her retching echoed in the kitchen and it seemed hours before she could finally stop the purging. Letting her cheek rest against the countertop, Sakura slumped over and tried again to remember what had happened before Ino. She had planned to come over despite being sick and why was she sick?
Oh. The dog.
Two rabies shots had been given so it wasn't the dog. Her bicep where the teeth had dug in kept burning so maybe it was an infection. Perhaps last night Ino had helped the fever break and now Sakura was on the mend. Ino was so good to her so why was there something binding her down? Why why why-
Why was it so hard to think? Why was she still so hungry? All she could think about was the raw bacon still in the fridge and slurping up each cold slice until her lips shone with grease. It didn't even make her stomach turn like it should. Maybe she would indulge with such a treat. Sakura managed to shakily stand and turn on the sink faucet to wash away the vomit when Ino entered the room.
"Oh shit", she heard Ino gasp, "you aren't supposed to be up!"
"Bacon", was all Sakura could think to reply.
"Wha-no! No, that's not important!"
Sakura actually whined and felt tears prick at her eyes before catching herself. It wasn't the denial of bacon that did it, but instead just a wave of stress catching up and drowning her. Taking in deep shuddering breaths she tried to measure out the seconds and time each inhale. The taste and smell of vomit still burned in her nostrils and lips; pairing well with the pain in her wrists and she watched Ino approach like a frightened child.
Ino never did that. Ino was a brat when it came to physical contact and never wavered or held back. The only time she had was when Sakura whispered the truth in her ear and Ino had pulled away as if burned. Two weeks Sakura had wept and waited before pretending nothing had changed and crawled back on her belly. Forgiveness for a wrong she didn't know of and now Ino had the gall to act scared like Sakura was the villian.
"Don't", Sakura snapped and her teeth clicked, "tell me what the fuck happened."
Her friend reacted as if she was slapped and pulled her arms back. Ino pulled into herself and the look of guilt that crossed her face only fueled Sakuras anger.
"Why didn't you come sooner?"
"No-what did you do to me?! I was on a table!"
"That far and I would have killed you", came the admission, "if it wasn't for Deidara I would have."
The bite was burning now. The welts on her wrists had stretched and burst. There was a static in Sakuras brain and her skin itched and pulled over her muscles. She needed to calm down, but couldn't remember how to breathe. How to take in a breath and count and Ino looked so terrified. Taking steps back with wide blue eyes and /shit what was she doing/?!
The whiplash of adrenaline was too much and Sakura crumbled to the cool tiles. Despite her empty stomach she continued to dry-heave on her side until her gut cramped and acid burned at her tongue. Her fingers clawed over then slick floor until she found the softness and warmth of Ino's hand. Those long fingers wrapped over hers as Ino curled around her on the floor and gave soothing murmurs. It felt like hours as they laid there, yet ending it would be something she couldn't bring herself to do.
"We need to get up", Ino finally said, "before it gets much later."
"Please", Sakura pleaded, "please stay."
"We can't-you can't. You need to get up before they get here."
"Who?"
There was no answer as Ino sat up and pulled Sakura into the same position. The look on Inos face still spoke of guilt, but now it seemed to be joined by pity. A hand brushed away the sweat-slicked hair away from Sakuras brow as Ino said,
"No one bad. Just some work friends so don't worry. I'll cook you something for breakfast okay?"
The lie stung, but Sakura was too tired to press for the truth. The whirlwind of emotions had passed and left her feeling wrung out and exhausted. The feeling reminded her of high-stakes softball games and how drained she always felt the day after. As Ino busied herself with simple toast, Sakura tried to make sense of what was going on.
She had almost lost her temper at Ino a few moments ago. The anger had come so fast and consumed her like fire to kindling. While she would admit to having a temper such speed wasn't like her. Was it a side-effect of the rabies shot she had gotten? It wasn't advised to get two done so perhaps that was the problem. Last night too; she might have been feverish and having minor delusions. Even the welts could be explained with Inos cousin being a douchebag and tying her down.
Toast with jam was pressed into her hands and Sakura dutifully ate. It felt much better on her queasy stomach then then the shakes and the cold juice along with it was wonderful. The hunger still gnawed at her, but it was manageable now. Ino helped Sakura stand and together they walked back to the bedroom. On the way Sakura brought up her guesses of what happened last night. Along with an apology of getting so angry earlier.
"It wasn't right", she said, "you didn't do anything."
Ino didn't reply and stayed facing the closet silently. Robotically she pulled out a shirt and pants before handing them over to Sakura. The smile on her face was pained as she ran a brush through Sakuras hair. Sensing that words weren't advised her, Sakura dressed and tried to make herself somewhat presentable. Looking over herself in the mirror, she frowned at the sickly blotches over her face just as the doorbell rang.
The noise Ino made almost sounded like a pained cry. Still when Sakura reached for her she was rebuffed and almost shoved out the room. Together, with Ino leading, they went back into the kitchen and Sakura was shoved down into a dining chair.
"Ino-", she started but was quieted with a sharp gesture. Whatever peace she had been feeling was quickly dwindling away and Ino dissapeared to answer the door. Sakura could hear a hushed conversation and Ino making some sort of fuss before everything grew quiet. Then came the sound of light bootsteps echoing over the floor and the stranger appeared in the kitchen doorframe.
A stranger tall and lean with an outfit of pressed pants and tucked button-up. The stranger smiled at her and Sakura had to admit it made her face heat up. It was a good smile set in a handsome face after all, but something else about them made her feel cornered.
"Haruno", said the stranger and he sounded as good as he looked, "I'm glad to see you looking so well."
"Uh-"
The man took up the seat opposite her and for a fleeting moment the situation reminded her of her career consulting. Even the thick glasses this guy wore fit that persona and made him seem more disarming.
"Let me start by offering my condolences for your situation. I know it must be difficult as it was unplanned."
What, was she pregnant now? Because this guy was making her feel like a teen mom-to-be and he was a school counselor from a sitcom. Despite that, she held her tongue and focused in one the multiple rings adorning his pianist fingers and how his nails were painted a matte black. She wasn't sure why her confused mind focused so much on the hands, but she had to admit they seemed rather flashy compared to the rest.
"My name is Itachi and I am here to guide you in this new chapter of your life."