title: scar tissue.
prompt: Triangle by LazyBaby
rating: M
summary: She's not sure whether it's the physical scars or the mental ones that are killing her. Maybe it's both. Because after all, some scars don't heal if you keep on picking at them.
warning: SasuSakuNaru/NaruSaku
scar tissue
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Sakura thought that something wasn't right. She toweled off, secretly borrowing Naruto's ointment and putting them on her scars, wincing as it stung.
Folding the towel and putting it back on the rack to dry, she began to dress, slipping on the nightgown given to her.
Then, from the corner of her eye, she saw something.
The door was open.
She didn't leave it open.
Sakura stared at it for a little bit, before shaking her head. She was going crazy from the fun. Perhaps she didn't close it all the way and it had opened by the wind.
But Sakura was sure, so sure, that it was closed.
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Naruto hurried to his room, shutting the door with a loud slam and breathing heavily, holding himself together.
In his mind there were images filled with Sakura and her body, the array of colors around her. For some reason, he noticed (embarrassingly) that her womanly parts, the private ones, were nearly immaculate, from her breasts to her derriere to her inner thighs to her…Naruto gulped.
She was abused. He knew that she wouldn't do this to herself, because she loved life, and everything in it. She wouldn't dare destroy the very thing that gave her joy.
From the look of her skin, this went on for some time. Maybe for her whole life, he thought as he began undressing.
He had to tell somebody. He couldn't keep it quiet.
But if he wanted to save her, he had to give up their friendship, too.
Naruto wanted to be selfish for himself for once.
He kept his mouth shut, despite the bad, churning feeling in his heart.
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Sasuke had a seemingly perfect life. Though his parents never really approved of his behavior, and his brother hadn't either (he had gone on to lead a successful life, unlike Sasuke, whose only success was bedding women daily).
He gave up on trying to be the star of the family a long time ago, because nothing he seemed to do pleased his parents. He ignored them. Screw them, anyway. They know nothing.
And honestly, he was glad that he had done it, because it would've saved him the blood and sweat and tears trying to compete with his older brother. He had to admit that he was unbelievably good. But so was Sasuke.
He got out of the tub, air-drying. The water was making gurgling noises as it went down the drain, swirling. He swung his hair like a model would do, trying to dry it off as quick as he could, before wrapping a towel around his waist and going downstairs for a snack.
As he grabbed an iced tea from the fridge, he stopped and thought for a second, his head leaning against the magnets on the refrigerator. It was a number for a cleaning-service, when he just wasn't in the mood to clean up his sheets.
Sakura.
For some reason, she filled his mind nonstop. He noticed that she was with Naruto, almost all the time, and that the two were inseparable.
Just like the old times, with him and Naruto.
Immediately, he envied Sakura, but he knew that he shouldn't care anyway. He was going to get her anyway. Ruin her.
For some reason, he thought that funny, and began smirking, then chuckling quietly, before they turned into a full blown laugh, while he threw his head back and laughed his lungs out.
Naruto was right. Sometimes he really was a lion in a lamb's skin.
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Sakura lied on the bed, the mattress feeling so soft. So weird compared to what she usually felt like. Hard wood under her back, warm blood streaming, dried blood cracking, several beatings and sexual threats haunting her dreams and her mind…
She turned on her side and watched the clock tick.
Sakura knew that she was going to get in major trouble tomorrow. But honestly, it was worth it if she could have a night of fun like this. This made up for everything and she knew it wouldn't last.
Naruto and his family had treated her so nicely, as if they were her own family. She wondered if her mom was anything like his, so sweet, so funny, so pretty…
Naruto was a sweet boy, she knew, and he was very cute, too. But she didn't think that she liked him…more than a friend. He was a special person to her, and she to him, but Sakura didn't have any romantic feelings that were present at the moment.
She wondered what he felt about her. Was it good, bad, or neutral? Was he still getting accustomed to her? She was still adjusting to his kind behavior, but that was her, and most of the time her opinion didn't matter.
Shivering, Sakura felt her body chill underneath the down blanket he had given her. She still wasn't warm enough. Though the blanket itself was very warming, just one didn't give her the warmth she needed. But she decided to shut up and enjoy this. She hadn't had a proper rest in forever.
She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.
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"He's such a jerk!" Karin complained to herself as she put her clothes on, pushing her glasses up and combing her hair with her fingers. "But I know he loves me. He has to. It's impossible for him not to. I know that he favors me more than he favors any other whore."
She passed by the downtown area, where there were beggars on the streets, hookers waiting for men to pick them up, and druggies on the sidewalks, smoking pot while wolf-whistling at her.
Karin cast them a smirk, a flirtatious wink, and an air kiss. Just with that, she could make them feel hornier than a cactus.
She had experience with this.
Then, a woman, her hair badly dyed blonde, went up to her, her blue eyes begging. She held out her hands.
"Money…I want money…give me your money," she said, reaching for Karin's pockets.
"No!" she said, pushing her aside and stepping on her back with her high heels. "Don't touch me, you skank."
The woman sobbed as her heel dug into her back, and Karin stepped harder, making her moan in pain.
"Earn your money the way you always do. By sleeping around."
She felt no pity as the woman was left sobbing on her stomach.
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Naruto couldn't sleep. He stared at the ceiling and counted sheep. Nothing worked.
In his mind, it was all Sakura. Sakura Sakura Sakura. Sweet Sakura, cute Sakura, pretty Sakura, beautiful Sakura.
Poor Sakura.
How could he have not noticed it before? But he realized that was a stupid question, because Sasuke hadn't called him "dobe" or "baka" for nothing. It was partially his fault, but for these kinds of things, he knew. He understood people, even if they didn't understand him.
Naruto wondered what she was doing now. Was she sound asleep, her head on his pillow, smelling him? Or was she also awake, wondering what was going on?
Quietly, he crept out of his bed, and went slowly to his own room where she slept. As the door was a crack open, he pushed it, wincing as it squeaked, and eyed around in the dark for a figure sleeping on his bed.
The bright orange shirt caught his attention, and then the pink hair. She was smiling, sleeping, and cozy. He saw that she shook (with nervousness? Tension? Was she cold?) often, but otherwise, she was like an angel.
He felt her body and realized that she was chilly. Grabbing another blanket from his closet, he draped it over her gently and sat next to her, stroking the stray locks of hair away from her face.
"You're so pretty, Sakura-chan. Like a picture."
She didn't hear him, and he was glad. As he took his hand away, he watched her breathe for a little bit, before lying his head down on her mattress and sleeping next to her while his knees were on the ground.
He felt uncomfortable being like this. It was creepy and awkward, and he didn't want to give off the wrong impression.
He hoped he wasn't like that.
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Sasuke imagined what she looked like naked. He figured she was pretty busty, considering her curves and her round ass, and how her mounds expressed themselves greatly through her shirt, but he wasn't certain.
Would her thighs be soft, smooth, like a baby's? Would her skin be like a flower petal, smelling warm and sweet? Would her cum be like licking honey up, all sticky and amazing?
His cock hardened as he visualized her in his bed, his naked body above hers, while she put her hands in his hair, pulling and tugging while her thighs were around his waist, straddling him, and her ankles crossed over behind his back while he positioned himself to penetrate her and thrust in so hard he thought his shaft would just go through her body.
Sakura would be wet, willing, and wanting. She wouldn't not give in to him. Sasuke always got what he wanted. He wanted her.
He would have her.
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nine a.m.
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Sakura blinked her eyes once, her vision fuzzy. Before she blinked again, the scenery became clearer, and she saw a flash of yellow in front of her. She was ready to scream, until she rubbed her eyes a final time and took a clear image of the picture.
Naruto?
He was by her bedside, as if he slept with her to comfort her. She saw that he had put an extra blanket on top of her, and she smiled, kissing his forehead gently. He cared so much for her, she couldn't even realize it.
Slowly, she tried to get out of the bed on the other side without waking him. Taking off her shirt that she had used, she picked up her previous clothes from the night before and put them on. She took a final look at Naruto, whispered, "Arigatou" to herself, and to him, and left.
The house continued to be silent.