A/N- HAHAHA I'm sooooo evil! No, actually I feel kinda bad for leaving you all hanging like that. Heh, here's the next chapter! And yes I know its short but I just wanted to get it out……. I already have an Idea for the next chapter…. heh
-TenzouGirl
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Arranged Marriage Chapter 7
Sakura stared at the slumped figure in pure agony, confusion, and hatred. Her dad, her father had broken into her fiancée's house, and attacked him. Of all the stupid and horrible things to do! She backed up against the closest wall and regained her breath before she began to sob. Quietly at first, but the steady thump of her heaving sides alerted Kakuzu what she was doing. He walked over and slumped down next to her, wrapping one arm around her unsurely. Sakura leaned into his hesitant embrace instantly, just glad he was there with her. He began to rub her back, and she hissed in pain. Kakuzu brought his fingers back into the light, and saw they were covered in blood. He almost yelped, Kakuzu hadn't realized she had been injured in the fight, and felt slightly nauseous by the fact he probably could have prevented her getting hurt. It seemed he couldn't ever do that, but that's a story for another time.
"Sakura, you're hurt!" His eyes flew to her face. She didn't seem worried one bit; she just looked at him with some life-less expression he had never seen before. It didn't suit her; it probably wouldn't suit anyone, but especially her. Her used-to-be-bright eyes glowed dimly with depression and stress. What had she done to deserve this?
"Sakura?" he peered closer at her, but she seemed to be looking right passed him, through him, seemingly unaware of the rest of the world. He picked her up gently, cushioning her head with his chest, and carried her into the kitchen. He placed her onto the table after clearing the table and rubbed his hands together.
His "special tools" crept slowly from his sleeves. They slithered towards Sakura, almost nuzzling her soft flesh as they got closer to her wound. Upon reaching, the tentacles cinched her wound with practiced ease. It felt ironic actually, that his ultimate weapons could also do good. As soon as the wound was prepared he put a bandage over it, confident in his work as he laid her on the couch, resting her head on his lap. He got comfy, leaning into the puffy couch with almost exaggerated fatigue. But he felt tired, and was soon passed out.
With hazy vision conjured only by her accident last night and her rather abrupt awakening sakura looked towards the ajar door. Sora was standing there, school bag in hand, a ninja head band on his fore head, and a rather depressed look on his face. She frowned. He was staring at her, or rather above her, below her and everywhere but her face.
"Sora? What's wrong?" her voice sounded hoarse, and so unlike her.
Sora finally looked at her. "Why was dad over last night?"
Sakura froze; a shocked expression on her face. "Who told you that?"
He looked down bitterly. "All the kids at my school were making fun of him. They called him a drunk, a lunatic, and a bad father. But do you know what the worst part was?" he paused, taking a deep breath."I couldn't even defend him. I didn't even try to. They're right; our father is a horrible man."
He took a few steps towards her and looked at her back.
"Dad did that didn't he? He got drunk and busted you up… That bastard!"
Sakura stood up despite the pain and the nauseous feeling. "Stop it Sora, we don't need this right now." She radiated sisterly power as she peered down on his smaller form.
Sora huffed. "Fine. But if he comes back over here-"
"He won't." Kakuzu interrupted, startling them both; they hadn't heard him come in the still open front door.
"Who's to say he won't?!" Sora shouted suddenly. "He does whatever he damn well pleases!"
"Sora!" Sakura scolded.
"I know for a fact he won't." Kakuzu took a deep breath and looked them firmly into their eyes." I'm sorry to say your father is dead."
