Chapter 3
Onsen is a hotsprings
Thanks for the reviews, everyone. I'm glad to guys think this is amusing. I like to know what goes through your minds when your reading this.
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Sakura gripped the small table next to her and poured copious amounts of healing chakra into her chest. It would take any normal person 5 days to start standing after her injuries, but she was a medic nin, by god. If she wanted to start standing in 3 days, she'd do it.
But whether she wanted to or not was irrelevant. It depended on whether or not her body wanted to. Sakura knew Kabuto was an excellent medic as well, but one could only heal so fast.
There, she'd finally stood up for 2 minutes without fainting. Her knees suddenly buckled and she was sitting back on the floor again. Frustrated, Sakura chewed her lip, just in time to see Kabuto slide open the door.
"The only clothes around here are traditional style." He paused before adding with a smirk, "I hope you're well enough to change yourself." Sakura gave him a deathglare. Of course he was making fun of her, treating her like a child. She was so tempted to strangle him.. He tossed the clothes in the room and turned to leave, but stopped halfway out the door.
"Were you trying to stand?" He asked with mild interest. Sakura blinked. His tone wasn't rude anymore. Surprisingly, it sounded as though he was asking out of curiosity.
"Yes.. but I have to keep a steady stream of chakra going." She peered up at him, watching for a reaction. But he simply nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him.
Kabuto leaned against the outer railing and looked into the courtyard. He wasn't surprised or fazed by her determination to fully heal. But he was intrigued by her ability to keep chakra running continuously through her system, healing herself while she moved. Her chakra control may be better than his..
The moment she was in traveling condition, he'd lead her right out of Sound. If Konoha caught on that she was being held in there, he'd have some unpleasant questions to answer to.
The sound of the door sliding open snapped him out of his thoughts. He was about to ask her why she was in such a hurry to walk, but he was too busy being blown away by Sakura, wearing traditional clothing. If she looked this hot in a simple yukata… No! Bad thoughts! Kabuto cleared his throat and spoke with careful control over his voice.
"I would suggest staying in the interior walkways of the hotel. There is a porch going around the outside, but I don't think you want to be a target for poisoned kunai." She gifted him with a sly smile. "Sound poisons their kunai? Thanks for the info." Kabuto gave himself a mental slap. Seriously. He did not make mistakes like that. Was she using genjutsu? Had she somehow forced his speech?" He turned away, letting her know that his quarters were in that direction, and she was not to follow. Kabuto sighed quietly.
A vacation was not a vacation if one had to keep on their toes.
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Unable to stand any longer, Sakura plopped down in a chair, in what seemed to be the kitchen. She'd had to take a breather just walking down the stairs to the first floor.
It was a small, old fashioned kitchen with a gas stove and rice cooker. Sakura wondered if the gas had ever leaked in the long years it'd been out of use. Maybe she could somehow blow it up when she healed. She wasn't sure if her stealth skills were enough to get her through Sound alone, but if there was one thing she hated, it was being dependent. Oh yes, there was no way that Sakura Haruno was going to be needy.
With that rebellious thought, she pushed herself up from the chair and began rummaging through the cupboards. Surprisingly, it was full of easy-make food and snacks, and there was even fresh milk in the refrigerator. Perhaps Kabuto had bought all this while she'd been sleeping.
'Oh yes, about Kabuto.' She thought. From what Sakura could tell, he was a cold hearted bastard who sucked up to Orochimaru's greedy ass. Sure, he was an amazing medic, but he had that horrible air of arrogance about him. And his personality..
Sakura's train of thought shut down. She'd just realized she didn't know much about her personality. She lightly scolded herself for acting so judgmental. Although they were on different sides of a team, everyone was human.
Frustrated, Sakura ran a finger through her unclean hair. She suddenly remembered the onsen she'd seen from her doorway. 'Maybe I'll just take a quick peek..' And she stumbled her way outside. Captured and wounded though she may be, it wasn't every day a ninja got to spend two weeks at a hot springs.
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With Sakura exploring the rest of the inn, Kabuto had decided to take the opportunity to spend a few well deserved minutes in the onsen. As he made his way to the courtyard, he couldn't shake the thought of that form fitting yukata out of his head. Unashamed of his licentious thoughts he slid open the door that led to the outdoor walkway. With any luck, the woman currently invading his thoughts would have gotten tired from moving around so much, and retired to her room
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Sakura stood on the edge of a rock and surveyed her surroundings. The onsen was walled off by a thin bamboo wall, which also ran through the middle of it. Apparently, there hadn't been mixed bathing when the inn was in business..
'And there sure as hell won't be any now.' Sakura thought, leaning closer to examine the depth of the- oh shit!
Her bare foot slid on the steamy rock, and she suddenly found herself seconds away from further severe injury in a scalding hot spring, had it not been for the strong arm that wrapped around her waist. Kabuto pulled her away from the edge, with Sakura leaning back on him.
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I seriously have this odd thing with putting women into ridiculously helpless situations. I'm having so much fun with this. I mean c'mon, injured or no, a 17 year old ninja is not going to lose her footing by an onsen. But in this fic? For sure. 8D