Chapter Seven

Realization

The next day he was very lethargic. He didn't want to move from his bed. It hurt to move. It hurt to see Sakura's face. He was aware that he blacked out last night, but something about the way Sakura acted was worrying him. Did he say something about a old mission. Did he mention Sasuke Uchiha. His bed mere inches away from Sakura's. The headboards pressed to the wall across from the door. He slammed his head against the wall. He cringed in regret. He sat up more correctly to rub the back of his head. He grunted at the pain. He was literally on the verge of tears.

The door clicked. He gazed towards it. Hiding his face with his slumped position. He sighed. This was unexpected.

"I'm sorry to come in at the moment. I'm Yasuko's mother." She whispered.

He nodded. She slipped threw the door and shut it behind her. He was left in awe. She was much like Tsunade. A beautiful woman young and vibrant only to turn out to be in her 60's. He noticed how she tightened the robe unlike Yasuko. He also noticed her large full breasts, yet again when did he not notice something like that. Her looks almost a exact duplicate of her daughters.

"I am sure you have been informed of my foul activities. I apologize-"

"Don't apologize. Just make sure you let her down gently."

He looked up to her. She smiled happily. He didn't understand. Wouldn't a average mother slaughter and or cut him. He brought his hands into his lap. Entwining his fingers in thought.

"I will mam. While we are on the topic. Did you ask me to seduce your daughter?"

She paced over to his bed. Sitting upon Sakura's bedding.

"I am to arrange my daughter's marriage by her fathers request. I wanted to her to have one good experience with a real man before she is married. I wanted her to be ready for what her husband will expect. I didn't think you would go as far as to do what I really wanted, but you did more then expectations. She's absolutely infatuated with you."

He was so upset by this. A girl like Yasuko trusted to easily. She attached and created emotional reasoning with anyone that helps her. To him to plan such things was of dirty intentions. He slid his legs slowly of the edge of the bed. She watched him carefully. He stood with seizing and eery whimpers. He held his gut with his left arm and pointed at her with the other. He gently lifted his eye contact to hers. Glaring her down into the pits of disgust.

"I don't believe you. You can just give away her innocence to any man. You can fight her father's words. A woman treasures those moments. A woman waits for those moments so that she may become a true adult. She thinks as she grows how it will feel. How her dependance will fall into his hands." He growled.

He slammed his hands down on each side of the woman. Causing her to look him up and down cautiously. He grunts and pants giving strange vulnerable utter whimpers.

"It is nice that you feel that way, but it's your job so you can not object."

Out of all the pain he brought his left hand to her chin. Tilting it into a position for them to fully look each other in the eyes. She was scared. He wasn't. His hand slowly pulling away and bringing down his mask. Announcing she had lost this battle of wits.

"The world is a scary place. I believe strong woman like you can fully win. But I also believe in justice and you are not of that. Yet again I follow my Hokage's words like loyal dog. I am her slave, so I won't fight your words. But if she gives me the duty to protect the princess and my student then I will take my chance to take you down. So don't anger me in this situation, because I have the upper hand." He whispers.

He grins mischievously. Even if she had kept her mouth shut he knew what her words would be. He pulls back and sinks into his bed. Turning to lay properly. He laid his head upon the pillow. She followed his ever move.

"A man like you won't win. I have money and as surprising as it sounds money always wins." She states.

She stands and leaves. He sighs in exhaustion. He was annoyed and guilty to this whole situation. The fact he had let her mother leave with those words and the fact that he ruined a child life with his own hands. He had dealt with things like this but they were quick, simple, no ties attached. And his student definitely wasn't in all the others. She wasn't as involved as this one. He slammed his head once more against the wall. He echoed a loud grunt. His teeth grinding in frustration what was he supposed to do.

Others from outside gave winces to his painful bellows. They thought nothing else of it besides his wounds. But Sakura, Sakura knew too well what he was going through.

"Yasuko are you planning on taking Kakashi for another spin?" Her father asked.

She screamed in annoyance. She didn't want all this pity. She didn't want all this affection, attention. She always put up the act because of her little secret. Being a spoiled princess wasn't always what it was chalked up to be. Especially when it came to love. She kept her eyes on her bedroom floor. Sitting on her bed. Waiting for her father to leave. She shuffled her feet. The bed interacting with her weight and releasing different wrinkles. He her father knew nothing less would come from the male ninja's visit.

"Father I want to tell you something."

He knelt down beside her. Holding her hands within his own. He gave optimistic eyes of joy. She gave him a sweet smile. The joy so full of energy. She brought her forehead to his.

"I never thought I could feel this way towards a man. I never thought I could love such a man. I'm ashamed by it and I need your advice. Please dad I'm really trying here."

Her throat swelled from yesterdays tears. It began burning like never felt before. Her face turning a light pink. Her eyes squinting to hide her beading reality. She gasped for air to seize the attack of her burning throat. He pat her hands reassuringly like the father he was. He gave a sad smile. Relishing in such misery was the mans average days plan. He was going to try.

"Well honey he did as a job. His love is fake. And you can't go after him without a reason, but.." He moves his hands from hers. He slaps them together in front of her eyes. " We often don't have a reason. Our royal family often don't need a reason. We are quite spoiled so we don't need a reason. No?"

She wiped away her tears. Giving a bright grin. A grin not seen to the large world tell this moment. She embraced her father. He was astonished at this. Shock plastered amongst his elderly face. His hands separated to hold his attached daughter.

"Go get em' champ!" He states enthusiastically.

His voice slowly lowering. His breathe turning into gasps. She pushed him away to look. He was sad. He was scared. His lungs not rising like they should. He coughed hard . He reached for her knees for support. Spots slowly appearing in his eyesight.

"Dad! Dad! Hold on! It's gonna be OK!"


Author Note: Rate and review. I was thinking of ending my fanfiction all together. Once I become better at writing I will create another account and continue again, but I feel that at this moment I am not good enough for this sight. Unless I receive a confidence boost I think I'm going to dwell on storywrite . com. Well I hope you enjoyed this.