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Chapter eleven:
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It's not about how he made you cry…
It's about how he made you smile again.
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"Sasuke-kun?" A pink haired kunoichi called softly through his doorway, poking her head in from the small open crack to peek in subtly. She blinked when she looked inside the dark room, but as her eyes landed upon his slightly bandaged form sitting on his bed, she smiled. "Do you still want me to come in?" She asked quietly, her eyes narrowing seriously for a moment.
The next thing she knew, Sasuke had appeared in front of her, his bandaged form looming over her now small and surprised one. She looked up in surprise, a small gasp passing her lips when his mouth crashed against hers in a feverish kiss, an action that she could not help but to return despite the fact he was physically hurt.
She could not comprehend how Sasuke could still be in a mood for such things even after being released early from the hospital. Even as he still was still injured with many bruises and cuts.
She squeaked lightly when he picked her up and lifted her on his nearby desk, slipping between her legs while he deepened the kiss, making her moan softly. She tried to be careful as to where she put her hands, but Sasuke was just so insanely distracting with his sensual touches and talented mouth that she could not blame herself for getting lost a moment or two.
"Sasuke-kun," She rasped between a rough kiss, placing her hand on his chest to push him away a bit. But the man didn't care if he was injured, and he made her know so by pushing himself flushed against her, a low hiss passing his lips as he accidentally hit one of his injuries against the corner of the desk. His pained reaction made her snap out of her lustful state, but Sasuke didn't permit her to stop their feverish kiss as he ran a hand under her skirt, placing his mouth beside her ear. "Heal me." He whispered darkly, his voice sensual and sending chills down her spine.
She tried to remove the bandages as gently as possible while Sasuke ravished her with his hands and his mouth, but she managed to do so after a while of gently tugging and unwrapping. She was careful about how much pressure she put on his wounds as she healed him, but it was proving to be difficult at times as he slowly removed each article of clothing she had.
And when she was done healing him, she found herself being gently pushed down on the mattress of his bed, naked, the Uchiha she loved looming over her form with an expression she could not quite identify. He looked lustful, but in the same time looked something like passionate. His touches were a different kind of sensual, but she would not describe it as a lover's touch.
She was in heaven long before he finally claimed her as his. His kisses, his touches, his looks, his bites and nips… they were different, in a way. She could still feel the roughness of it all, but there was something a little different about Sasuke and it made her feel as though she could fly.
When he took her, his pace was still rough and fast, but he would slow down at times to tease her and to hear her plead him, something he hadn't really done before. His mouth would be placed on her own at a harsh force, muffling her moans and cries, but she could feel a strange…
…gentleness.
When they reached their peak and cried out one another names against each other's mouths, he let his body flush against her own for a moment, his dark orbs flashing with a feeling she had never seen before. They stared at each other, trying to catch their breath, their lips grazing sometimes in a weak and light kiss. When he rolled off of her, she made a movement to sit up, but he grunted and pushed her back in bed with him, draping an arm over her as he mumbled that she was going to stay with him.
And that was it. She had figured out what was different about him.
Sasuke was more… gentle.
It took her a while before she finally relaxed in his tight and possessive grip, although she could never quite believe that this was happening to her. She couldn't bring herself to believe her discovery, but it she had no choice but to finally give in when she felt him encircle his arms around her completely, flushing her back against his chest tightly.
Tonight, it was the first time Sasuke had let her stay.
Tonight, it was the first time Sasuke had held her.
Tonight, was the eight month Sasuke and Sakura had started their fuck buddy relationship.
"Sakura-san?"
Springing her head up from her arms, Sakura fumbled over her words as she furiously rubbed her eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep that had unluckily taken over her earlier. Mumbling a few curses under her breath, she jerked her head towards the nurse that placed a hand on her shoulder, her emerald orbs clashing with worried chocolate brown ones. "Izori-chan?" The girl mumbled, rubbing one of her sleepy eyes with the back of her hand.
"Sakura-san, are you alright?" She asked softly, giving her shoulder a firm squeeze.
Her mind drifted to her dream, but Sakura did not let herself get lost to memories of the one she loved and dearly missed, and she forced herself to smile. "Of course I am." She replied, scratching the back of her itchy head.
The other nurse frowned, but managed to nod meekly. And as Izori did not walk away, Sakura gave her a questioning glance, rubbing her sleepy eyes once more as she felt the drowsiness coming over her, once again. "Is there a problem, Izori-chan?" She asked after a while, seeing as the other female did not seem to get the hint of the quizzical look. The nurse bit her lip, but bowed politely after a moment of pondering. "Tsunade-sama sent me to deliver an order coming from her. She wants you to go home, Sakura-san." Seeing as the pink haired female parted her mouth to speak, Izori hurried to finish her message, "Tsunade-sama doesn't like you working too long and she knows that you have been working for nearly eighteen hours, Sakura-san. She does not permit you to stay. It is a direct order with no complaints, she said."
Sakura seemed to be rather unpleased, but she did not dare to defy her master's orders, and so she complied. Thanking the nurse quietly, she bid her goodbye and good day and gloomily walked out of her office, a train of curses following her polite words as she entered the elevator, too angry to remark the dark haired male that had stiffened at the sight of her.
The dark haired male that she had not seen in three days ever since their heartbreaking encounter. The dark haired male that she was now able to talk to, thanks to Neji and TenTen whom had fought to at least give them the right to talk to each other.
But Sasuke and Sakura were never given the chance to speak, the fault being the both of them. Sakura took all chances to get out of the house and away from her beloved, not wanting to face him and have her heart broken again, and so she spent nearly all her time either working or at a friend's house. Sasuke, on his part, was not very different from her. He would always be off to the training grounds, or would be at the Hokage's office, ordering her to give him a mission.
This was the first time they ever encountered each other, without any body guards to be seen.
"…Sakura."
She flinched at the sound of his deep, rich and velvety voice, the sound of her name rolling off his tongue perfectly almost sending shivers down her spine. Almost robotically, she turned her head to look upwards at the male, her body freezing completely as she realized that, yes, it was indeed Sasuke standing beside her.
"…Sasuke-kun…" She whispered back.
They stared at each other, and she simply itched to hold him in her arms, but she did not because she knew that somewhere, somehow, they were being watched. If he was alone, it did not mean that no one was watching over them. The both of them were not stupid.
A silence took over, and she clenched her fist, holding back the tears that started to slowly form in her eyes. Her heart was pounding painfully in her ribcage, and from the way he looked, she guessed his probably was as well, but he was just trying to look like the strong one out of the both of them. At least one of them had to be strong during those two weeks, but Sakura knew she wasn't the one who could be. It had been four days already, and she did not handle it well at all.
"You…look tired." Sasuke quietly pointed out as he stepped out of the elevator, somehow knowing she was going to get off the same floor as his, which was the general one. He waited until she walked ahead of him before he caught up to her again, looking at her with his dark eyes now full of concern for the pinkette who, without a doubt, obviously had a lack of sleep. "I'm fine." She replied, blinking tiredly before she yawned a little, rubbing both the tears and the sleep out of her eyes.
Upon noticing how she took a path for a different route that would certainly lead somewhere else than home, he took the risk to grip her forearm, an action that he should have never done both because of the people guarding them that were watching them from afar and from the intense and electrifying contact that ran through both of their bodies at the simple skin contact.
He released his grip like it was burning metal, but settled with a somewhat firm glare when she shot him a completely stunned look with her even glassier emerald orbs. "Go home, Sakura." He told her, his voice slightly raspy. "Get some sleep." He added, upon noticing how her features formed a distant frown.
And then he left, unable to bear anymore of seeing her so hurt without being able to do anything about it. Without being able to hold her, kiss her and comfort her.
How much longer could he pretend to be so strong? How much longer could he keep up with this deal? How much longer could he hold back?
Dark eyes stared into viridian pools intensely, his mysterious gaze filled with a passionate feeling that took her off guard. She was surprised, both because of the powerful feeling found in his eyes and from the sudden movement he made to push her up against the hospital wall. Her eyes shut halfway as he leaned his head closer, tilting to the side lightly, and the pinkette felt her lips quiver as she felt his hot, steamy breathy fanning over her lips.
"Sas…Sasuke…-kun…?" She mumbled questionably under her breath, unconsciously letting her head drop closer to his, until her lips were almost over his. No further words were exchanged between the two as Sasuke simply leaned in and closed the final gap between their lips, his mouth hot but gentle on her own, as if hesitant a bit.
Unable to refuse his kiss, she leaned closer to him, and then brought a hand at the back of his head and pulled him closer, placing her other hand on his shoulder. The Uchiha leaned his body flushed against her own, making her press herself completely against the wall, and in a movement that surprised even himself, he caught the hand on his shoulder with his own and laced their fingers.
After a while, Sasuke gently parted, and he met her eyes in an affectionate stare before he leaned down and nuzzled her neck, wrapping his strong arms around her slim form. She was a bit shocked, but she returned his embrace nonetheless, her eyes softening when he tenderly brushed the small of her back through the material, a soft sigh leaving his lips as he did so.
And when they finally separated, both started to walk towards the exit doors, glancing at each other time and time again, their eyes holding affection for one another. Sasuke's hand had bumped into hers a couple time, and Sakura finally realized that it was intentional, as if Sasuke was not very sure about whether his action to hold her hand would be welcomed or not.
The next time his hand bumped hers, she giggled and gently grabbed it, her smile growing when he laced their fingers and warmly squeezed, his eyes softening a bit.
But little did either of them know that their lives would take a sharp turn when they would walk out of those hospital doors…
Sasuke was sitting at the dining table as the memory had rushed back to him, and he nearly scowled, although held it back as he saw his former sensei glancing questionably at him at the sight of his tightly clenched fists. The grey haired man's only response was a firm glare, which made him shrug a bit, before he oh so suddenly caught the stolen glance that Sasuke had given Sakura. His eyebrows creased, and he frowned, as if catching on to what had just happened.
Had Sasuke been reminiscing about his time with her?
Glancing at the slightly tired pink haired girl, his frown deepened as he saw her twirling her food with her chopstick, a saddened expression plastered on her face while she did so. She seemed deep in thoughts, and although she was looking down at her food, Kakashi was sure she was only unconsciously doing so and was obviously thinking about something else.
"Oi, Sakura-chan, does the food taste bad or what?" A slightly too loud voice called across from her, making Sakura look up to the person who had spoken to her. She smiled weakly in return as she met the eyes of the blond haired boy, but she shook her head in response to his question. "No, that's not it. I'm just not hungry, that's all." She murmured quietly, gently pushing away her plate before she stood from the table and stole a quick glance to a frowning Uchiha. "Sakura…" The said boy murmured under his breath, watching as she walked down the hallway of the apartment, disappearing in her room.
And when he felt eyes on himself, Sasuke looked up, a sneer forming on his lips as he realized that all of them were evidently staring at him intensely, as if trying to figure him out. Sasuke scowled after a while, his eyes sharpening in a death glare, but he did not utter any words to the others as he stood from the table, picking up both his plate and Sakura, and then walked over in the room beside this one, which was the kitchen.
"Guys…"
"Don't even start, Naruto." Kakashi cut in, throwing the boy a hard stare. His eyes softened for a moment, and he sighed. "A deal is a deal. Plus, it's too early to tell if they aren't just sexually frustrated." He muttered, his eyes widening in slight surprise as a train of loud curses coming from Sasuke was heard coming from the kitchen.
Naruto frowned, but he didn't add anything to it, knowing fully that his former teacher would probably cut him off again. Sai was quiet, as he always was, but he could not help but to glance at Naruto, frowning when the blonde seemed to be concerned and regretful.
Could it be that they had made a wrong decision?
It had been four days now, and he thought the deal was progressing rather well, until today. Today had been the first day Sakura ate with all of them, and no one could deny the sad expression forever worn on her face. She didn't look happy at all, and it did not make Sai, Kakashi, Naruto or anyone else happy.
Sakura obviously missed Sasuke.
Oh, right… about him…
Sai frowned.
He couldn't quite tell if the Uchiha was okay or not with the deal, but from the information he had gathered by carefully watching him and questioning the people watching over him, he had come to conclude that the deal obviously bothered Sasuke somehow. Sai had also noticed before that Sasuke did not show many emotions, and if he did, he would discover later on that he only showed a part of what he was feeling.
Meaning Sasuke never completely let his emotions show. Never completely revealed how angry he was. Never completely revealed how hurt he was. Never completely revealed much of anything he was feeling.
So, Sai wondered.
'Sasuke-kun isn't happy about the deal. It shows he hates it, and is angry with all of us… but to what depth?' The black haired boy hummed questionably, blinking as the two boys still sitting at the table turned to look at him with quirked eyebrows. 'Sasuke-kun has also shows signs of irritation, weakness and sorrow. But I wonder… how deep were those signs going? Was Sasuke-kun very irritated, very weak and very sad inside?' Sai beamed his annoying smile to the others before he stood from the table and grabbed his plate, the smile still present when he entered the kitchen.
But as he saw Sasuke at the sink, washing the dishes quietly, the young ANBU stopped, blinked, and then stared for a while. 'Sasuke-kun is… washing the dishes?' He thought in wonder, his eyes completely latched onto him because the sight was just so rare to see. But Sai couldn't help but to feel confused, for a moment, as he recalled that not only was this scene rare to see, but that Sakura refused to let anyone do the dishes before.
That either meant that,
Sakura asked Sasuke to do the dishes for her. (which was unlikely since she didn't come out of her room ever since she finished eating. Then again, she could have compromised with him earlier.)
Or…
Sasuke simply decided, on his own, that he would do the dishes for Sakura, as a favor or simply out of urge to help the woman he loved. (Sasuke doing favors would be just about equal to a declaration of love from Hyuuga Neji.)
"Is that what Naruto would call being whipped, Sasuke-kun?" Sai beamed confusedly, his fake but unsure smile placed on his lips.
Sasuke flinched for a moment, but as the words sank in, he turned to glare at the black haired, ebony eyed man, his irritated orbs containing confusion as well. Placing a clean plate beside himself, Sasuke opened his mouth to speak, "First, don't call me that." He spat, glaring deathly. "Second, what?" He asked, hoping to Kami-sama that Sai did not mean what Sasuke thought he meant.
"I am asking if you are Ugly's bitch."
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The next day, Sai was walking around town with a black eye, still beaming his fake smile.
It seemed not even an injury could wipe that stupid smile off his face.
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I'm not supposed to love you,
I'm not supposed to care,
I'm not supposed to live my life,
wishing you were there.
-.w.o.w.-
I'm not supposed to wonder
where you are or what you do,
I'm sorry, I just can't help myself,
I fell in love with you!
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end of chapter eleven.
A bit shorter than usual, but that's all I can manage, for now. As you've noticed, there was a bit of humor in there, which was unintentional, but yeah. I'd say there was pretty much everything in there, ne?
Anyway. Hope you enjoyed! I'm off to do homework!
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