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Sleepless Nights Of An Unloved Child
The feverishly runny yolk spilled over the tawny white canvas of her early brunch.
Sunlight ventured through the large picture windows surrounding her, causing streams of golden heat to cake the curve of her narrow back.
"Sakura."
She swallowed the molted gooey bit of egg before she swiveled slowly around in her high chair.
"Sasuke," she smiled.
She turned back around, twirling her crystal glass fork in between her middle and pointer finger.
Sasuke stared openly and mindlessly at the back of Sakura's frivoled pink head.
The vaguely familiar etch of a dropped heartbeat burned through his chest vividly.
And the searing twitch in his temples throbbed uncomfortably.
He put a cold hand against his forehead.
He had had this exact same reaction when he had first heard Sakura was raped and beaten to a life threatening point.
"Your just afraid of loosing her," Kakashi had told him when he saw Sasuke gripping his head in agony at the hospital.
"Tch," he had replied back.
But he wasn't loosing her this time.
…Was he?
"I put your breakfast in the fridge," a voice cut through his distant thoughts.
Sakura had not turned around to acknowledge that she was speaking to him, but he thankfully didn't need her to. He knew that voice anywhere.
His steady feet carried him to the refrigerator on his far left.
Inside was a small white china plate filled with plump red tomatoes with a tall glass of tomato juice right next to it.
He smirked and took his breakfast to the table.
He wasn't going to loose her.
It was a couple minutes past twelve before he decided to join her in his study.
The glass French doors opened swiftly as he stepped in, avoiding the large dusty book in the middle of the doorway.
She glanced up briefly.
"Hey Sasuke," she murmured into her book, still intensely focused on the small print laced into the striking white pages.
"Hn."
He sat down into the big maroon leather chair right across from Sakura.
Picking up the three other books that were strewn across it.
"Are you here because you want me to make you lunch?" she asked after a few minutes of complete silence.
Sasuke leaned forward into his chair, folding his hands under his chin to support the weight of his head.
"No," he stated simply.
She narrowed her eyes, but didn't bother looking up from her book to figure out what was going on.
She finished her page, folded the top corner, and shut the book with a heavy sigh.
"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.
She out of all people knew how extremely difficult it was for an Uchiha to share his feelings.
He closed his eyes.
And let his thoughts sink in.
"My stomach hurts…and…my head has a heartbeat."
Her first impulse was to reach over and lay her brittle hands onto his forehead to see if he had a temperature
But she knew better than that.
"Are you…sick?"
Uchiha's never got sick.
He barley shook his head.
Sakura flicked the corner of her unusually long eyelashes.
"Are you tired?"
He glanced at her.
"No.'
She rubbed her temples calmly.
Then moved to her eyes.
In the past Sakura had always been there for Sasuke on his very rare hardly ever showcase of admitting to himself and her that he was possibly a human being with that pumping beating useless organ called a heart.
Even when he didn't say anything, or acted a little more colder than usual she could always tell that something was bothering him.
But this was something completely different then what she had dealt with before.
"Are you hurt…?"
"No," he said with a growl.
"I meant inside Sasuke."
Her comment made his shoulders drop out of their usual high stance.
And his head dropped deeper into his hands.
He shrugged.
Eighteen minutes ticked by before he said anything.
She knew he was struggling with telling her this, and she didn't want to say something that might make him put his wall of ice back up again.
"I…feel…broken," he finally told her.
"…Why?"
"Because of you," he muttered into his fists.
But she heard him.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, fear weld in her eyes.
Uchiha's did not let their emotions get clouded because of a girl out of all things.
He sighed one more time, unfolded his hands and brought his left one out so it was almost touching hers.
His hand was upturned gesturing for her to take it.
She did.
He gently helped her stand up from her slouched position on his couch and led her to his chair.
She sat on his lap, while his arms circled around her letting her slip into the tiny bit of space between the arm rest and his body.
Her legs draped over his thighs, and her head rested tenderly on his chest.
She traced her name onto his stomach with her fingers as she listened to his heartbeat beat arithmetically against her eardrum.
"Is this about when I kissed you?" she whispered.
He kissed the top of her head.
"Not really."
"Is this because I'm not a virgin anymore?"
He hold tightened drastically around her.
And he lowered his lips so they grazed the shell of her ear.
"Don't even think that."
She looked him square in the eye.
"Then tell me."
He couldn't resist.
At any other moment he would have been able to look past her shimmering green eyes.
But right then, at that moment. They held so much intensity and strength that he found himself drawn closer to them.
To her.
He dipped his head down and grazed his rough lips against hers.
She didn't respond.
But her slightly altered breathing was all he needed to know that this was affecting her just as much as him.
Sasuke then pressed every single piece of his heavy swayed lips onto her mouth, gripping the back of her head for extra effect.
She leaned her face slightly to the right, pursing her lips against his.
They worked in a dangerous pattern, putting more and more pressure into every movement.
They needed each other.
It was almost as simple as that.
He dismissed her top lip and nibbled roughly on her bottom one.
Creating a soft moan from her enclosed lips.
She breathed in his scent while his lips slipped down to her chin.
Peppermint, tealeaves, and after-shave had never smelt so beautiful.
She would admit that.
He placed his other hand that wasn't strangling her hair on the curve of her narrow hip, sliding her even closer to his well-managed body.
She opened her mouth a little farther creating a bound of tension against their mouths.
Like what they already had wasn't enough to begin with.
Their lips strained, fought, played, and beat against each other in a rhythm undiscovered by others.
The intensity was rising, and they were both very aware of this fact.
He slipped his tongue inside her spearmint-flavored mouth at the very last second before her lips were on the verge of closing.
There lips moved in sync, like small ripples in the ocean.
There tongues battled and dominated in each others worn mouths like a raging war.
Their breaths ceased and cascaded like a thermometer.
And their hands searched and discovered all over each other, like they were on an expedition.
Lust.
Sakura had had enough of this teasing.
She spread her legs a fair inch and a half along his body.
Thighs belted.
He almost shuddered with pure enjoyment, as she swung herself over his legs.
And in a half a second she was straddling him, grinding her pelvis into his hips, not missing a beat.
Sasuke grunted in satisfaction against her mouth.
She smirked in a conceded fashion, but quickly got back down to work.
She lifted the hem of his shirt upward enough to slip her hand underneath it.
She slid her hand up far enough to trace a long dawning circle around his belly button.
Expectant sighs were exchanged.
She grabbed the shirt from the inside and tugged it over his head.
His muscles gleamed in all there mighty glory.
There should be a magazine issue dedicated just to his built upper half she was currently assaulting with her eyes.
But he obviously wasn't in the mood to be ogled today.
He pressed his hands onto her hips, and slid his hands up, catching her soft fabricated shirt in the process.
As soon as he got up to the near bottom of her chest she lifted her arms up in indication to hurry his gracious groping game along.
As soon as her shirt hit the floor along with his he wasted no time in attacking his newfound pleasure.
Her neck.
He nibbled gently at first, sucking vigoursley at the smooth flesh beneath his teeth.
She arched her back away from him, leaving him an even longer canvas to work on.
Sakura etched him fingernails into his soft ebony hair, pulling him closer to her warming body.
He stretched his lips over her porcelain neck, digging his mouth into it even farther. Leaving a deep purplish red bruise in its wake.
She moaned when his lips traveled deeper into her collarbone, she put more weight into his hips.
He let a responding growl escape his lips.
He released his left hand from her waist; it quickly latched onto her breast.
He needed it hungrily.
Her thrusting was getting quicker.
His breathing was getting deeper.
Her hands were beginning to seep down to a lower spot on his shirtless form.
And his erotic reaction to her movements was starting to climax.
Somehow she had gotten his pants off.
He couldn't remember how. His mind was clouded with too many tainted thoughts at the time.
But she had done it.
Sasuke's plaid navy blue boxers moved underneath her.
She smirked at him, catching his dark wondering eyes in hers.
Sakura undid the first button of her electric blue shorts.
Showing off a tiny bit of the silky black underwear that came to match with her supportive bra.
His breath hitched.
He stared into her eyes again.
Taking in all of the raging emotions that were going on between them right now.
"Are you sure you want to do this Sakura?" he took the side of her face in his hand, inching his lips toward with every passing moment.
She smiled a little bit, dropping the corners of her mouth like they weren't needed.
But she nodded.
"I can't imagine anyone else that I could do this with," she barley whispered.
Their lips met in one heated motion.
"HEY HEY HEY MY LOVLEY TEAMATES I CAME TO BRING YOU GUYS SOME-."
The door leading to the study slammed open, producing a shockingly disturbed blond in its arch.
"Naruto! Get the fuck out of my house!" Sasuke yelled at him, while trying to cover Sakura up with a blanket he grabbed from the side of the chair.
Naruto stood there with his mouth wide open, not bothering to hide his obvious astonishment at his two best friends making out on the chair he would be sure not to sit in on a later date.
He ignored Sasuke's later comment and walked inside of the unusually warm room.
He made his way straight to Sasuke, leaned down and whispered:
"It's about freaking time you slimy dog, but just remember Sakura has been through more shit then either of us could probably handle so if you hurt her that gives me free permission to beat your ass…again."
Sasuke smirked at his comment.
"Hn."
Naruto stood up straight, and grinned brightly at Sakura.
"Have fun Sakura-Chan!"
She turned beat red.
As soon as Naruto left, Sasuke un-raveled the blanket from Sakura and wrapped his arms around her frail figure.
Stuffing his face into her hair.
Partly from trying to hide the nasty shade of pink that had somehow over thrown his cheeks.
And partly from missing the smell of her mixed fragrance that he could never seem to put his finger on.
"Naruto kind of ruined the mood," she muttered.
He frowned.
"I know what you mean."
The soft white pillows that he had gathered underneath himself curved solemnly against his arched back.
Providing all the support he needed at the moment.
Sakura.
He knew that his chance was gone.
He knew it to well.
And yet he couldn't let her go, not yet.
He sighed, pulling an arm over his tired eyes.
Neji thought back to the night before, when Sakura had kissed him.
He was confused as to why it happened, but he was not one to ask questions.
And the only thing that he was positively sure of, is that he wanted…needed to see her again.
They small box top window to the right of his body poured in signs of a new day.
Signs, of a change even.
And if destiny had the right coordinates planned out for him, then by tonight he would have his whish.
Sakura had sent every single one of Sasuke's servants home.
They looked like they needed a rest.
She had began making lunch, Tuna fish salad (with tomatoes imbedded in Sasuke's dish of course) Lazy pineapple cutouts, and flavored water she had persuaded Sasuke to buy two months ago when she came in here and couldn't find any.
She didn't bother calling Sasuke for lunch, he would find his way to the kitchen eventually.
Sakura hopped up onto the clear white kitchen counters.
She wasn't much of a sit-down-and-eat person.
Years of experience had taught her that.
She dipped her fork into the Tuna salad, her belly rumbling with anticipation.
Four minutes into her well-done lunch, she immediately becomes alert as to why Sasuke hasn't bombarded down the stairs to claim his own plate of Tuna salad.
It was now exactly…12:08
And Sasuke knew that lunch was at twelve, he had enforced that rule four years ago.
Uchiha's were never late.
The seconds tick by as she, more cautiously now, nibbles on the rhombus shaped pineapple pieces to the very left of her tuna.
She sat into silent moderation for another four in half minutes before she hoped down from the counter in one graceful swoop. And glided upstairs to find out where in the earth her host was hiding himself.
Sakura had made her way up twenty-five stairs when she had found the source of the problem.
The tall looming bathroom door came into her sight the minute she put her right foot of the square waxed landing.
The moving shadow under the doorframe caught her attention as soon as she was about to round the corner to Sasuke's room.
She slowly slithered to the bathroom door.
Her ear landed on the door softly as she stifled to listen.
The water had just turned on, the moment she hearing adjusted to the thick wood beneath her skull.
It streamed out heavily, landing in a sound uproar against the tiled shower floor.
A few moments later he heard a soft hiss coming from Sasuke inside the bathroom.
She furrowed her brows.
Was the water too hot?
But the water pressure was to heavy at this rate to be hot…nevertheless warm even.
She leaned in closer.
Sasuke wasn't making any change in the water patterns either.
That water must be freezing.
A clear thought came to her mind the moment those thoughts erupted.
He's taking a cold shower.
Her thoughts then drifted to what had happened between them in Sasuke's study.
A soft strawberry hued blush arose to the apples of her cheeks.
She heard a loud grunt in the bathroom.
She assumed Sasuke had gotten in.
She just bit her lip, and giggled inside her closed mouth the whole way back down stairs.
The weather had turned into an edgy rain shower, pelting against ever window in the house as if asking if it may come in
The wind blew harshly against the trees forcing them to bend and wither under its command.
They sat by the fireplace, curled up in a large red cotton blanket.
A meter size distance separated the two.
The raging storm outside was there only distraction from each other.
The only movement in the room was the dwindling flames.
Sakura was ready to fall asleep, but she could almost contradict that Sasuke had something on his mind, so she waited.
He was tense and stiff, sitting as if the L shaped couch would burst into flames any second.
An hour had already passed by.
And she was done with waiting.
Her too thin body skimped towards his, slowly but surely.
He seemed to be way to lost in his own world to even notice the large blanket between them growing taunt with every one of Sakura's movements.
She curled up onto his side, finally shaking him out of his thoughts.
His first instinct was to immediately detach any girl that was sitting as close to him as the pink haired child was.
Uchiha's always follow their instincts.
But even as quick as his instincts came they were quickly replaced when his right arm came up to snatch the feeble girl closer. And placed a feathery kiss on her head.
She closed her eyes for a moment, just absorbing every once of the moment she could store.
His lips altered from there usual non-consistent appearance to a hardly visible coxed smile.
The knock on Sasuke's door came so sudden, like a gunshot in a quiet grove.
But he grumbled enough for both of them as soon as he got up to answer the door.
The fire flickered after his quick movements.
She heard the door click open.
He scoffed.
"I think you have the wrong house Hyuga."
Sakura's heart wavered frantically.
What the hell was he doing here?
"I'm not here for you Uchiha, I came here to see Sakura," she heard him say.
Sasuke only grunted in obvious anger and annoyance.
"She's busy."
Neji narrowed his eyes.
"With what exactly?"
The sole remaining Uchiha smirked at great satisfaction, providing Neji with one of the proudest looks he had ever given someone.
"Me," and he slammed the door.
Two seconds later, before Sasuke could even take a step away from his spot in the doorway, the door flew straight off the hinges and landed on the glass coffee table next to Sakura's feet, shattering it into a million sliver sized fragments.
Neji stomped inside the house in an angry huff.
"Neji," Sakura warned while getting up from her mangled position on the couch.
He grabbed her tense shoulders, dragging her closer to his crazed biosphere.
"Your mine," he whispered.
As the last syllable escaped his lips Sasuke had entered the picture before Sakura could even react.
"Stay the hell away from her," Sasuke appeared behind Neji, sending an airy fist at the back of his head.
It made contact.
Sakura jumped straight up in the air to avoid being trampled my Neji's flying body.
The small glass shards mingled with the interrupted force of gravity while Neji escaped backwards.
Almost floating until his mid back came into contact with Sasuke's living room wall.
He slid down the surface, like a finger tracing a line into the walls depths.
Everything became silent.
Even the rain outside had become a shrill thumping.
Sakura had landed right in front of Sasuke, taking in Neji's beaten appearance.
With one signifying punch Sasuke had defeated the all mighty Neji Hyuga.
One punch.
And Neji just lay there, suppressed by the large pool of blood swarming around his neck.
Starring so helplessly at her, wordlessly but in a powerful way.
One punch.
Sasuke could have beaten her that day, back in the woods.
But he didn't.
"You let me win," she whispered still starring at Neji.
"What?" Sasuke asked, stepping closer to her.
She just shook her head and turned around to face him.
"You still think I'm weak don't you," it was much more of a statement then her provided worded question.
He glowered down at her.
"You know I don't."
"Then why did you let me win, back when we fought each other in the forest?"
His gaze softened.
"This really isn't the time or place to discuss this Sakura," he was using his monotone voice with her, glancing at Neji you just smirked back.
"Its now or never Sasuke."
Sasuke paused.
Looked at Neji once again, mangled and bloody on the floor, to give him a little boost of confidence.
And took a deep breath.
"I let you win because…I hate having the feeling in my gut when I hurt you," he mumbled the last part.
Her hard stare didn't even falter.
He sighed loudly.
"Because…you mean a lot to me Sakura."
She had let a couple tears escape, but she didn't seem to notice.
"Say it and I'm yours," she whispered to him.
He knew exactly what he needed to say.
But his throat closed at the worst possible moment.
"I…"
Tears ran down her smooth checks, landing in equate splashes on her booming chest.
"Say it," she edged.
"I…"
She shook her head softly.
"Three words…eight letters," she whispered.
His heart padded against his rib cage.
He knew what he had to say to make her stay.
And he knew that there was absolutely no one else he could even consider presenting those words to.
"I…Lo…I."
She took a step backwards.
"Not good enough," she barley said.
His eardrums rang with warning.
She's getting away again!
He knew he had to say it.
Now or never, this was no time for pride.
"I love you."
Sakura cocked her head around.
Her vision was blurry with tears, and her throat was burning with stress.
And her chest heaved with the weight of the situation.
Her eyes locked with Neji's
She let out a tight sob.
"I love you," Neji said again.
