Well here we are, chapter 6. Do enjoy. Apologies for the wait.

Origins of the New Uchiha

Chapter 6

In the past again, the Land of Rain.

The terrential downpour was nothing to two full-fledged, experienced ANBU black ops. The flooding pathways, though difficult to navigate, were managed, and the occasional fallen tree was over stepped without delay. It was when the downpour turned to a typhoon that the ninja looked toward each other and finally made for shelter. They ran with the speed and efficiency of trained killers, searching the passing trees for some sort of shelter.

"Do you see anything?" the female of the team asked, having to roar above the rain to her companion, who was scanning the flooding forest with eyes more keen than she would ever have.

"Northwest," he responded at length. "There's an abandoned outpost, or something like it. I read no chakra, but it's shelter."

She nodded and continued in the direction he'd suggested, landing on stable feet before a small humble structure, worn into a low hobble more than likely by the continuing pounding rain. She entered the structure first, keeping the wooden door open for her partner, who quickly surveyed the area to ensure they weren't followed.

Inside, Sakura, who removed her mask as soon as she was sure that Sasuke saw no enemies outside, set about and made a small fire in the center of the hobble. The structure was completely bare on the inside except for a left-behind tatami mat on the dirt floor. The inhabitants of the place must have moved long ago, leaving it behind to be slowly taken down by the elements. Sakura judged it to have been left alone for no more than a few years, the water damage on the inside minimal save for a few leaks in the ceiling, which did not effect much. Sakura made it do fine and layed out the sleeping bags close to the fire, warming them so when they eventually did sleep, they would be warm. As Sasuke stepped in from the cold rain, she grinned.

"I suppose this is why they call it the Land of Rain," she said, wringing drips of water out of her long hair.

He smirked and proceeded to remove his mask as well, taking the towel Sakura offered him and drying himself by the fire. Their ability to work together had developed into a flawless and often wordless coalition of movements that increased their productivity tenfold. They never wasted time.

"Shall I make tea?" she asked, a slight shiver in her voice.

He nodded and reached into his russack, producing a heavy blanket from its depths. While she hovered with her kettle over the fire, he placed it around her shoulders without a word and was grateful when she accepted it in the same manner, though he noted with a shot of unbridled satisfaction how a smile pulled at the side of her mouth.

"You should take off your vest, put it near the fire," she said softly, still not looking up at him. "Here." She took off her white ANBU vest as if showing him how to do it, leaving her in a mere blank tank top that cut off at the shoulders and clung to line of her collar bone. He took the vest from her and removed his own, placing both near the fire to get warm.

There was a long, companionable silence that stretched for more than an hour, which was not unusual for them. Sasuke set about to pouring over maps, which he was wont to do in a situation where there was no other way of being useful. Sakura wordlessly served him tea and sat by the fire, her legs crossed. Occasionally Sasuke felt her chakra mull around inside her, and he was aware abruptly that she was doing calming exercises.

"What's wrong?" he asked finally. "A technique like that is usually reserved for busier missions."

She cracked an eye at his questions. "I've been unusually stressed lately."

It was a short answer that was punctuated with another flare of chakra that was tampered down just as quickly as it shot up, as if Sakura was attempting to cloak uneasy feelings from him. But they had been partnered together too long for Sasuke not to be concerned.

"Stressed," Sasuke repeated slowly. A prodding, for him.

"Stressed."

He took a short, quiet breath and thought for a while. Sakura was not overly taciturn like Sasuke. She could talk well enough for the both of them at times, which Sasuke enjoyed because he liked to hear what she had to say. None of it was meaningless. Sakura rarely did anything that didn't have some form of purpose, so he assumed that maybe everything could be getting to her, stressing her to the max where even easy missions produced stress. He'd seen her do calming techniques on missions that were high-risk, missions they might not come back from. Through all of them, she'd kept a level head, even where Sasuke sometimes got lost in the blood lust. She'd helped him with her calmness and kindness to heal from his past mistakes and the vices of others. Sasuke, with Sakura's help, had forgiven the village elders for their decision reguarding his family, he had forgiven Itachi for killing his parents, and he had forgiven himself for betraying Itachi's will for his life along with the village. Sasuke could attribute the peace he felt inside his own soul to Sakura's patient and kind nature. It'd been a process that had occured over the expanse of the past year.

Therefore if she was somehow tormented, he'd move mountains to assist her.

"Naruto informed me yesterday, when we received this assignment," she said, breaking his thoughts, "that Hinata was going to have their first child in a few months."

He saw her throat bob with emotion and felt a pang inside himself. Even now, she still felt something for Naruto.

"He told me as well," Sasuke replied slowly.

"I wonder if it will have his eyes," she whispered. "Or hers maybe? If it will be a boy... Naruto said he wanted a girl with Hinata's pretty hair, but Hinata wants a boy with his hair. His hair and his mannerisms, I'm sure. That child will run about with enough energy, even for Naruto, or it will be shy and delicate like Hinata."

The loss and mourning in her voice was apparent.

She turned to him as if the action would shake off her despair. "I'm sure you would want a son."

He was surprised by the statement, and even perpelxed by it. But he was so willing to focus her attention from Naruto having children to Sasuke having children that he mustered a response. "I want the Uchiha to continue, yes," he expressed, taking the conversation very seriously, "but... having a girl..."

A girl with Sakura's eyes and hair...

"Would you want a girl?" he asked.

At this she burst into laughter. "A girl? A boy? Both are out of my reach, I assure you. For what children can be had when I'm doomed to walk this world alone...?"

He stiffened. "I don't see a reason for you to be alone all your life. There are many in the village who love you."

"Oh, yes, plenty. But I'm afraid if I love them back, they'll be forced out of my grasp. That's what seems to happen to me. And the more I tighten my grip, the more they just..." She held up a hand and made a motion of the wind taking something from her grasp. "Slip through my fingers..."

The storm roared outside as they fell once again into an inky silence, and Sakura resumed her meditation near the fire while Sasuke brooded slightly in his corner. He had a habit of brooding that had lessened slightly in his time with Sakura, but old habits die hard.

She must have sensed this because soon she opened her eyes. "At home, I'd imagine it'd be sunny."

He raised his head. "I think so."

"It'll be summer soon. They'll have the firework festivals again, I think. We should go together. I haven't eaten a dango in a long time, and I've been wanting one. Do you remember when we had a few in the Land of Sky? We should apply for a leave of absence during the season, take a break maybe."

His eyes met hers, and he found her smiling.

"I love going places with you," she continued, her smile widening. Her hair and face were still wet, dripping slightly. The flickering light of the fire cast shadows over the curves of her damp body, and her eyes glistened with happiness as she looked at him.

Something hit him like a mallet in the back of his skull, so hard that he felt as if he should recoil physically from such an emotional shock. It burst out of his chest and consumed his whole body in fire so fast that he couldn't think and couldn't put the feeling into words. Whatever it was, it was wonderful.

His expression must have changed drastically, because Sakura's did. She held a mask of shock, staring at him. "What is it?" She asked quickly, getting up to sit beside him. "Sasuke, you're... you're smiling!"

The feeling bubbled in his chest, like molten lava, errupting from him like a volcano. It came out of his mouth in peals of laughter, and his voice he could not recognize as he laughed and laughed at the sudden realization that had taken over his body completely.

He loved her.

Before he had acknowledged an infatuation, an attraction he could not help, but it was tempered and ignored, but whatever this was could not be suppressed. This feeling of pure love for another person he had not felt since his parents had been alive consumed him whole, as if it had been building up inside him all along.

"Sasuke, what is it?" Sakura asked, grabbing him by his shirt. Tears of merriment were pouring from his eyes, and it was only after a few moments that he finally calmed, shaking a little but calm enough. He opened his eyes and looked at her. Just looked at her. She jumped back slightly, and he wondered what sort of expression he was making to surprise her so much. He only knew he was unabashedly in love with the woman, and if half of what he was feeling could be read on his face, then she was getting quite an eyeful.

"Sasuke," Sakura said shakily, "what is it? Are you alright?"

He shook his head. "Nothing. I just realized something."

She couldn't take the suspense. "For God's sake what?"

He smiled. His mouth felt strangely good, though he was inexperienced in smiling. "I realized that I don't care about if I have a child, whether it's a boy or a girl. I just want it to be kind..." He put a hand on her face, his fingers meeting the delicate skin in between her jaw and her neck. "And have green eyes."

Sakura's green eyes widened by a mile, and she unconsciously withdrew, but he held her close, his face nearing hers.

"Green eyes," he whispered in her ear before his lips found hers.

The feeling that shook him compounded the moment their lips met, but he did not seek to rush things. He loved every second she was touching him, even if she was surprised, even if she wanted to push him away. Which he was surprised that she did not. He took it as an invitation for more and brought her face closer to his with his hands around her waist, craning his neck to get a better taste. She smelt of tea and flowers and metal and lethar, odd combinations that were the result of someone so sweet entrenching herself in a world where she must kill others. He found himself drunk off it, drunk off her, and he couldn't help but pull her even closer.

His hands rushed across her body, exploring her, feeling the lush curves of her hips and thighs coupled with the firmness of her muscled arms and chest. During the exploration, however, their lips never left each other. Sasuke stopped his perusing of her body to simply enjoy her mouth, licking, sucking, biting her lips and her jaw in a fevered rush to draw out her soul. It was her soul he loved, her passionate will power, her unending kindness, her intelligence. He thought maybe if he could draw it out of her mouth and consume it, he might feel like a whole man. So he devoured her, seeking to draw her out further by slipping a cunning tongue in and out of her lips, teasing, tasting. He felt a low rumble move throughout her chest and stomach, and he registered it as a small moan, which he echoed with his own. It wasn't long before her tongue was dancing with his as they fell backwards, landing with him on top of her, but neither of them seemed to notice. Like tiny flower petals dancing in the wind, he felt her hands roll up his stomach and feel him as much as he was feeling her. Her clever fingers skimmed his chest, rolling up and down the muscles in his abdomen and arms and finally latched on to his back.

He lifted one of her muscled legs under his forearm, angling both their bodies so they were completely open to one another, he open to her tender hands and she open to his demanding kiss, which seemed to stretch on forever. He never wanted it to end. The thudding in his heart and hands and body only escalated as the pleasure increased, with her soft moans echoing in his ears.

"Sa-Sasuke," she gasped, and he loved the sound of his name coming out of her panting mouth, which he covered with his own and consumed greedily. The sound of his name and not Naruto's made him wild with abandon, stretching Sakura out and moving his hands up her stomach and into her shirt. Her soft but hot skin made him groan slightly as he felt his way up, sampling her still with his mouth and drawing forth little moans with his tongue.

Her body was something that the first time they held each other he had no time or the mind-frame to enjoy. They'd both been drunk, she especially, but now he knew they were sober and well aware of their actions, he expecially. The fact that he loved her was still mind-boggling, but he didn't care. He only concentrated on the soft, pale skin that was revealed as he slowly, slowly pulled her shirt up.

She abruptly stopped, stiffened, and put a hand over his. Their lips disconnected, and their eyes met as they panted for breath, still touching everywhere else, save their faces. "What?" he asked, trying to lower his lips again, but she pulled away.

"What are we doing?"

He huffed indignantly. "I thought that was obvious."

"You... You don't know what this means!" she hissed, trying to pull away, but he would not allow it.

He instead scrambled up to her mouth again and claimed it, drawing her tongue back into his mouth and pulling insistently. For a moment, he felt her lose herself, her hands clenched around his body, while his hands continued up her shirt felt her firm breasts, touching the fabric of her clothing at the same time. She gasped and moaned and pulled him harder to her, which shifted their positions and afforded him a wave of sensation so hot and needy that he felt himself lightly moaning into it, enraptured with her body. The same hand that had teased her warm flesh snaked downward to her stomach, lower, lower...

"Stop!" she gasped, shoving him away so he lay at an arm's length from her.

He groaned angrily, longing to have her in his arms again. "For God's sake, Sakura, what?"

"You don't get what's happening!"

That thought in itself was preposterous. Of course, he knew what was happening. He wanted it more than he wanted to breathe or to live. He'd never felt so right in his entire life, and he finally was able to put his long time need to rest. His expression must have been enough of an answer for Sakura, because she didn't prod him any longer. She did however push him farther away, much to his disdain.

"No, you don't get it, Sasuke," she said. "I love Naruto. No, I.. I did love Naruto. Very deeply. The night that you and I..." She faltered for a moment. Her mind seemed to be in a tumult, veering from left to right. "That night, I didn't want you. I wanted him, but you forced me to know it was you. Do... Do you remember?"

Sasuke could recall vividly. He'd been enraged at her gasping, panting mouth whispering Naruto's name as she hit her zenith, and he had forced her to acknowledge that she was with him and no one else. Even now, Sasuke felt the strong desire to make Sakura forget about Naruto. To her question, he nodded.

"When I woke up the next morning, to find you next to me, you don't know how I felt. It was... the worst mix of emotions I've ever had. I loved Naruto, but with you... I didn't know if it was just a habit! If falling back to loving you was just my default way of dealing with losing Naruto. So I left. And I lived in fear of you! I avoided you like the plague. And when we were put on our first mission together, I knew it was you instantly. And I tried hard to forget it was you, to put the mission first. And every mission since, I've had to work.. hard..."

She closed her eyes as if in pain, and in response he unconsciously moved a hand up to her face, stroking her cheek. She flinched at the touch.

"You don't understand, Sasuke! I love Naruto! He's the one I want!"

He shook his head, drawing her closer. "You're lying."

"I'm not!" she cried. "I... I know I love him! I love him!"

He acted quickly, using superior speed to his advantage and slamming her down on her back while he hovered above her. "Stop lying," he hissed into her ear.

She gasped and closed her eyes tightly shut, as if she could close the door to his voice by not seeing him. "You don't know how hard this is," she whispered. "What if-What if I'm in love with you again? This isn't fucking around for me!"

He pulled in a sharp breath and clasped his arms around her in a vice-like grip, which she struggled desperately against. She punched him, hard, in the shoulders and back, squirming against him, but he did not relent. "You think I was joking, Sakura?" he growled in between her strikes, which he knew would leave bruises. "I was serious about this! You don't know how it was for me, waking up without you that first night!"

She stopped moving.

"It was agony! And now I finally have you, and I won't let you leave again! If you try to run, I'll hunt you down and capture you! I want you to be with me! I want you to be the origins of the New Uchiha! I want children with your kindness and eyes. I want you to teach them how to live, like how you taught me!" He pushed rough hands to her face and forced her to meet him in the eye. She was crying, a sight he hadn't seen in years. He lowered his voice and made it more gentler as he rubbed fingers over her cheeks and smoothed her tears. "I don't want to be without you again. I want to wake up next to you tomorrow, and the next day, and the rest of the days of my life until I die."

"H-How," she whispered, "How can you be sure? You never... cared about me before..."

He kissed her lips gently, closing his eyes as he did so to savor her. "You're my best friend. You're my teammate, and at one time, you were a damn good captain." He smiled as she lowered her head in embarassment. "I want-"

But she didn't give him the time to express what he wanted. She leaped on him, crashing her lips back into his and flinging her arms about his shoulders. He didn't need time to respond, locking her body back in its former position under his and crushing her with all the emotions storming around in her heart. She opened her eyes while they were mere centimeters apart, and he saw the expression of pure, unmitigated lust in her eyes that used to be exclusively for Naruto, but now the intensity seemed to be multiplied tenfold, staring at him. In the face of such unabashed longing, Sasuke felt as if he might expire on the spot. She grasped him and quickly began removing his still wet ANBU tank top, pulling it over his head with a soft groan and claiming his mouth again in a mind-blowing kiss. Her hands ran over the muscles in his back, venturing back down farther to the material of his pants. Her clever fingers skimmed the surface of the conspicuous bulge in the fabric which made him groan in ecstacy. He couldn't help but retaliate with his own hands boldly rubbing over Sakura's lithe body, concentrating especially on the soft surfaces of her perked breasts. She arched and moaned into his embrace, which he took as an invitation and even a beckoning for him to remove her tank top. He did it slowly, every inch of revealed skin kissed sensuously. He paused especially on a light scar marring the skin over her abdomen, a scar that she'd received at the hands of Tohru the traitor, who'd somehow been Shin Namura in disguise. He drew a tongue over the damaged skin, licking it as if he could heal the mark with sheer ferocity of adoration. She gasped and latched onto his head with her fingers, willing him farther up her body, wanting more.

He obliged willingly, drawing his mouth up her stomach to her heaving chest, recently relieved of her shirt. Her pale smooth skin glistened slightly in the sweat of their activities as well as the rain from the outside. Her hips were narrow, sloping elegantly upwards and met by the curves of her supple breasts, which were also pure white and punctuated with pink, taught nipples. He dragged his eyes up and down her frame, feeling the lust in his body grow with each passing second until he could hold his composure no longer, lowering his mouth to her chest and pulling at the delicate flesh eagerly. He felt her shudder beneath him, moans and mewls escaping her quivering mouth as her hands dug into his hair, mussing it about in her fevor.

He wanted desperately to take his time, though she seemed impatient, pulling constantly at the hem of his pants with needy fingers. His longing to enjoy her body overpowered his need to possess her for the time being, and though he allowed her to unbuckle the clasp in his pants, he did not let her remove them completely. He wanted to taste her, to get to know the curves he'd been watching for so long. But she was clever as she was wicked. While distracting him with the motions of her breasts and torso (for she when she rolled her hips, her entire body would shudder and move with such sensuality he could not tear his gaze away) she was carefully unclasping his pants, moving her hands inside them before he could comprehend what was happening. And when he did, a rush of violent heat spread to the lower half of his body so wonderfully that he didn't mind. His mouth hung open in mindless ecstacy as she massaged him gently, pulsing strokes moving up and down him in a tantalizing dance of erotic pleasure.

"Come on," she whispered as she lapped slowly at his taught chest and abs. A wave of nostalgia hit Sasuke, and he grinned as she knew what she was doing. "Make. Your. Move."

This time, he did not lose himself. He did pull off her black cargo pants, throwing them across the room as she laughed up at him. He did continue to smother her with his mouth and hands, mulling his own fingers around in her long hair that pooled around over their heads in a tangled mess. He did lower himself to her legs, licking the remaining rain water off the curves in her thighs and hips. And finally, he did make his move, bringing himself into her slowly, savoring the sensation of being surrounded by such warmth. Sakura's eyes widened each inch, and it was more than once that she had to slow him.

"This," he panted while running his mouth up and down hers, "wasn't so hard the first time."

Sakura lolled her head back and stretched herself out, taking a deep breath. "You didn't, ah, have to feel it last time, did you? Hurt like hell... God, Sasuke, move."

He obliged slowly at first, but Sakura literally grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to move into her. He groaned and threw his head back, allowing himself to be completely surrounded by the feeling of being one with her, of becoming a beast with her. He threw all inhibitions to the wind and concentrated only on being in tune with her, looking at her body in the light of the fire. So damn beautiful and all his. He knew that Naruto was no where near her thoughts now. She only was thinking of him.

Their pace quickened, she pushing him back with her legs over his shoulders to give him better access. Their eyes never left each other except when one or both would close them, moans escaping their lips as they drove into one another in time. The exploration, even with the demanding pace of their rocking, never stopped. Sasuke still ran his hands up and down her body, whispering unintelligile words strait into her ear. Leaning forwards slightly to gain balance, he began forcing himself harder into her, and her moans and mewls turned into harsh breaths borderlining screams of passion. "R-right there," she cried, clutching the tatami mat under her with claw-like fingers. "Oh, God, right there!"

He groaned and obeyed by quickening his pace further, his thoughts scattered and bewildered except for the pulsing pleasure running through his body. "Sa-ku-ra," he panted, clutching her arms as he felt his release fast approaching.

She flung open her mouth and let out another final scream as she hit hers first, rocking into him though he could tell she was tiring. But her ability to persevere amazed him as she reared up against him, pushing him down so that she was riding him, slowly bringing him to madness with the steady pace of her hips and thighs. From this position he had full view of her entire body, her arms that grasped at her body, face, and hair, her hips that rolled backwards and forwards over his pelvis, a sensation that made him grind his teeth and gasp in the agony of unbearable pleasure, her breasts that rose up and down along with her, and her eyes that shone like emeralds, glistening and looking into his soul. She craned her neck upwards on purpose, intentionally stretching her body out so he could get a better look as she rubbed her hands up and down her own hips, thighs and breasts in invitation.

"Sasuke," she whispered, "Sasuke, Sasuke," repeating it like a mantra, letting him know that she knew who she was fucking- no, who she was loving.

It was the final straw that sent him over the edge, onto a high that toppled their first experience together as nothing more than a drunked, clumsy fucking. Sakura was loving him with her body, and as he rode through the final waves of pleasure, he felt a sense of completion unlike anything he'd ever experienced. They finally collapsed on top of each other, Sasuke grasping Sakura to him, not letting her go for an instant. The kissing never stopped, not once since they had begun and not even when they finished. Throughout the night, they came together several times, but never stopped kissing, whispering sweet-nothings, becoming one whole person.

Far into the night and way past the end of the storm, they were still kissing. Sasuke could never recall falling asleep. He only remembered the feeling of her soft mouth and only wanted more.

CHAPTER 6 END.

As you may have guessed, this entire chapter was in flashback, no present stuff here. That's next. A lovely scene though, if I do say so myself.