Thinking of: Naruto n.n

Eating: Naruto

Drinking: Naruto

Listening to: Hypnotized by Plies ft. Akon

Feels: like a zombie!!

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"I'm proud of you, Sakura!" grinned Jiraiya

Sakura's eyes shot wide open as she scrambled on the sleeping bag... that bit didn't really bother her, since there was a dead man right in front of her. Strangely enough, she felt every fibre in her being drift like the air as she felt her breathe from every pore of her body. She looked back and yelped to see herself sleeping. That's right, no typos there. Instinctively, she jammed herself back to her solid body and screwed her eyes shut...

"What are you doing?" asked Jiraiya

Sakura then bolted right back up, on the verge of panicking. Turning to Jiraiya, she widened her eyes and screamed, "I don't want to die yet!!"

The man chuckled before sitting on the other edge of the sleeping bag, she grew wary and studiously eyed him before she spoke, "if you do anything to my body, anything at all, I swear I'll—"

"Woah there, Sakura" interrupted Jiraiya a hand to gesture to halt, "I won't do that, I swear. Now listen, you're wasting my time"

Though quite offended, she didn't protest and obliged to his command.

"What you have there now is a Naruto trying to solve the riddle, but he doesn't know what to do. You see that painting over there? It's not the picture that is quite important, but the clean space at the back. Remove it from its frame and take the shortest riddle of the three, there in that small square of paper lies a symbol in the middle. I need you to write that, exactly the same, with absolute perfection, meaning no mistake, on the back of the canvas painting. Use Yoburo's ashes as you ink."

Sakura blinked

"Do you understand?"

She slowly nodded, then added, "But his ashes are too little to cope up with the—"

"Listen, Sakura. It's just a technique to store it all in such a small container; you just need to break the chakra hold with the technique I'll be teaching you in a bit—"

"Why the painting?" asked Sakura, "and why Yoburo's ashes?"

"The material used for the painting is the ink used to write seals with. If you enhanced your vision with chakra, you will notice the numerous writings formed to make up the picture. That was the reason as to why every viewer who looks at it long enough is enchanted by the simplicity of it. Right now, you don't have time for that"

"And the issue about Yoburo and his ashes," continued Jiraiya, "it was because he had sworn his life to protect this bit of the secret. The moment he made that painting, he gave his soul and it burned his body to black ashes for the material that will be used to draw the symbols on, making it a gateway to—"

"His soul?" interrupted Sakura with a wild guess, "So we'll be summoning him?"

With a sigh, Jiraiya shook his head, "No, but you'll figure what you'll encounter soon enough be revealed. Moving on with the riddles, I need you to merge the first two, the shortest, and the shorter one. Naruto will surely understand what will happen next. That bit is for him to solve. Anyways, the technique about the urn, to let the rest of his ashes arise, you have to start like this..."

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The moment her meeting with Jiraiya ended, she awoke and began to feign oblivion, up until she began her task of carefully removing the painting's frame. That was when Naruto asked the inevitable…

"What are you planning to do?"

Here, she silenced him by answering...

"Well Naruto, I'm solving the riddle"

Of course, it seemed unbelievable that she woke up and finally knows how to solve it in all of a sudden, but she didn't hear Naruto complaining. She snatched Yoburo's urn from the corner of the cave and opened the lid as she headed back to the overturned painting. Naruto was curious as he watched her from a safe distance; though he had no intention of disturbing her, the very thought of pouring Yoburo's ashes in the very cave they sought refuge in, was something he couldn't slide off so easily.

"Hold up!!" called Naruto, stopping Sakura in time. She raised her brows and looked at him impatiently, "what now?" she hissed

"I'm... I'm—I'm supposed to scatter his ashes in Sunagakure!" reasoned Naruto rather hoping that it'd stop her

She sighed, "Naruto, Sunagakure is basically in Suna. We are in Suna, that means, I can pour his ashes here"

"But what if—"

"What?" asked Sakura, rather hotly, she kneeled on one edge of the painting, held the small urn in her left hand while the other was firmly planted on her hip. Naruto drank in the vision and marvelled at her pose, especially with the way the dancing flames flickered light on her body.

"Nervous that Yoburo will come and haunt you again, Naruto? Well, tell you what. How about we ask for his permission, okay? Okay. Yoburo-sama!" hollered Sakura, Naruto tensed, "I'm gonna use your ashes, hope you don't mind!" Naruto swallowed and then Sakura turned to him, "there. Did you hear him protest? No. So that means it's safe, okay? Safe."

Before Naruto could protest anymore, Sakura asked if she could use his writing brush and a drink of water; handing the desired objects to her with a baffled outlook, he watched her pour water in Yoburo's urn and use his brush to stir it.

"What the hell are you doing?!" squealed Naruto, on the verge of committing a suicidal attempt

"Trust me" mumbled Sakura as she hovered the writing brush on the paper, Riddle One in her other hand, "whatever you do, don't disturb me until I'm done, got that?"

Before given time to answer, Sakura ran the brush over the clean sheet. The thick mixture glossing over the painting's bare back took in the form of his navel's insignia. Naruto watched helplessly in awe as minutes stretched into dreary hours.

She traded precious time with meticulous precision and held fast to her mandatory bargain. Her arm began to ache from stiffening her muscles to maintain the perfection of her work, sweat accumulated on her skin from the trapped heat of the secluded cave, and her eyes strained from the lack of light.

Understanding the pressure that weighed on Sakura, Naruto respected her tolerance and refrained from bothering her in any manner, as promised. Diverting his attention to something more productive, he glanced over the rearranged riddle and studied it.

From a medium's word, you'll have the key. Hide beneath the bloody moon with untouched blood and then the mortal will see. Get lost in the desert, beneath golden sand, there hides she where you will find the boon, after a favor to seek her half from thee. Dream is where you will assert.

And then read over to his prophecy

When the wise man falls, turn to his mate,
It is she who holds the start of this fate.
When you've broken a barrier, don't wait,
Slice through your path before it's too late.
Cross blades in the night, don't make them the bait
And bear the burden of your duty's weight.
Your actions be numbered, carved on a slate;
The cycle will end on the death god's plate.

From the way the third line had delivered its frank message, he took it that he was bound to break through a barrier. The question that now boggled his mind was, 'what kind of barrier?'

Clearing his mind from things that troubled him, he matched the significance of his plans and the possibilities of the events that he will bump into. Considering the fact that defeating Akatsuki was his next top priority, he might as well take in the fact that he will face them one day and break down their stronghold.

Believing his speculation, Naruto was contented with the smallest bit of idea as to where his next path will lead him. Aware that he accepted his Fate, he had no choice but to now release his liberty in life. He laughed at himself, but Sakura paid him no attention. Why? Well, it was the fact that he, Naruto who lectured Neji—about the choices he was free to make in life and that nothing was holding the Hyuuga back—proved himself to be a hypocrite after all this.

He sighed inwardly. Guessing that it was Fate's way of mocking him of his mistakes, most of which, he now can't take back or turn away from but be forced to accept and pressumably have his words against him in a malicious attempt of bringing shame. Well, that was Life in this wretched world, and he can only go as far as his sage-like preaches, chivalrous deeds and thousands of exigent promises

Glancing over the pieces of paper, he came across one line that intrigued him.

with untouched blood and then the mortal will see

This line meant being a virgin—does that mean he's going to break into someone? He gulped and looked over at Sakura, terminating the idea before something else down there got interested. The fourth and fifth line talks about fighting, and perhaps losing time... and who would be the bait? And who's them?

He looked over to Sakura, observing her progress; she had completed around three-fifths of it. He rose to his feet and approached the entrance, noticing the sudden hush. The sandstorm had subsided, granules of sand lying in a whole new concept across the horizon, the sky was still, not a cloud in sight and—he held his breath at the sight of a red spherical blot approaching the moon.

A short chortle escaped his throat in disbelief; the riddle seemed to foretell his future, yet again. He eagerly turned over to Sakura and saw her finish, he ran to her and hugged her tightly from sincere gratitude, and he laughed and spun her around with him; though stunned, she granted him the moment to cherish sweet exuberance, until finally deciding to end it.

Naruto grinned and set her down before asking, "now what? Is she coming over and all?" asked Naruto. His smile dropped when he saw a red tint dust across her cheeks

"Naruto..." she began walking over to her hard work, "come here..."

In silence he did, rather curious he asked, "why?"

"Hide beneath the bloody moon with untouched blood and then the mortal will see. Get lost in the desert, beneath golden sand, there hides she where you will find the boon, after a favor to seek her half from thee" recited Sakura, eyes looking intently upon Naruto's

He blinked, "What about it, other than the fact that you seemed to have memorized it."

"We're lost in the desert, Naruto. On top of this cliff is nothing more but more sand, thus beneath the golden sand. We will find the boon, Naruto... under one condition" Sakura swallowed

"What?" he asked, when she hadn't broken the silence, "what condition, we don't have that much time—"

"Do you remember what Gaara said?" asked Sakura, avoiding eye contact

Naruto blinked and nodded cautiosly, "what about it?"

Looking back at Naruto, she slowly began to remove her silken robe. Naruto swallowed, "what are you doing?"

"Solving the riddle," she said as she crawled to the center of the circle before continuing to undress herself.

Naruto watched with wide eyes out of utter shock, "what does it take to solve the riddle?"

"Naruto, I'm a virgin, using the blood from my hymen, mixed with our release at the exact same time—which should drop within this area of the symbol—we'll get whatever you've been searching for..." said Sakura

"How are you so sure about that?" asked Naruto, rather incredulous. And to think he was insane!

"I just am" answered Sakura. Silence drifted in like a growing plague, Sakura sat there, feeling dirty, and ashamed, now wearing nothing but her bra and super short shorts, sitting on top of a painting in a cave with a fully dressed Naruto. She was told to do this, wasn't she? Jiraiya told her she needed to do this with Naruto—or at least insinuated such actions.

Finally, he decided to close in, approaching her with a meticulous pace. She lowered her head in demure shame and slightly gasped at the soft, moist pressure that settled on her neck. She unconsciously lolled her head to the other side, granting him the full access to continue. The trail of soft kisses inched to her lips; she moaned into the innocent kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, parting her lips to grant him access.

LEMON WARNING

Her breath hitched when she felt his warm tongue slithering in her orifice, familiarizing with the contents of it, discovering nooks and crannies that sent shivers down her spine and savouring the heated taste the two shared. The dam in the pit of her stomach spilled its boiling contents as it spreadlike wildfire to her veins before settling in back to its concord, eliminating her innocence in the exchange of a scarlet blush.

Her skin grew sensitive as his feather-lite touches layered shivers on her porcelain surface, unconscious with the fact that he advanced to discarding her clothing, namely her bra. He unhooked it expertly and she gasped when cool air met her rosy buds, lips met hers once more, tongue swirling against hers as he kneaded her breasts. She trembled under his touches, and whimpered into his mouth as their heated dance of wet dominance slightly faded in exchange of discarding the remains of her clothing.

Dazed from lack of breath and overwhelmed by the intense heat that raged from within her body and radiated of her skin, she watched Naruto in the hasty process of disposing his apparels before stepping back into the fray.

Amused by her vulnerability, he took his time memorizing the features of her body that she readily presented him. The divine light the bonfire basked her in, the glossy layer of moist on her body emphasizing deep curves, overly generous flesh on just the right areas that terminated the word fat and her mellifluous mistress waiting beneath a path of pink curls.

A lump formed in his throat as he reached her, hovering right above her. He watched her concentrated face as she ran her fingertips through his abs, muscles flexing under her touch. He felt her memorize the accented crevice sculpted into his body as he pressed his eyes closed. Her touches reached lower and lower until they reached the hem of his boxers, his excitement kicked in, breaking his string of self control and dove his tongue past her lips to massage hers and beckon a mewl from her throat; music to his ears, pleasure to his mouth and excitement coursed through his veins.

Her hands slid on his back as he leaned down to deepen the kiss, legs separating hers apart as they wrapped around his waist. His tongue, like a savage eel that sloshed in her mouth, harshly, yet lovingly drowned her in his kisses quite literally. She opted for holding her breath to challenge him in a matter of dominance but failed miserably as she moaned in her defeat, feeling the heated liquid deluge the innocence away from her stomach.

She gasped for air when he tore away from her mouth. He trailed wet, butterfuly kisses to her jaw and suckled a sensitive skin on the junction between her neck and shoulder before one of his hands began tracing light circles around her fleshy brae until he reached her areola, feeling the smoothest texture of her silken skin; she moaned, arching her back.

He continued kissing her until he reached the other mound, gently tracing its perky tip with his tongue; she mewled.

"Naruto..." she breathed, "don't tease... don't..."

He chuckled and paused to begin removing her shorts, "and why is that?"

"We don't have time; we have to get it done soon before... before..." Sakura swallowed, Naruto had removed his boxers, proving to her that the tent he formed, promised satisfaction. Like his clone, he proved himself big... at that moment she wanted to swallow him whole. She bit her lower lip and looked at Naruto, smirking back at her.

"Then I guess, you won't be tasting him tonight" he said before leaning towards her once more, she held her breath when he massaged her ear with his tongue, "this might hurt..." he mumbled. Sakura just nodded and let his ministrations distract it all from her. She welcomed his warm tongue with hers and let the way he swirled his against hers keep her dazed.

Naruto relaxed his jaw and delve his tongue deeper into her, eliciting another moan as it vibrated in their mouths, a telltale of a diversion. He let his right hand trace feather-lite touches to her right leg, slowly raised it, and hooked it on his arm; he gave her another mind-drifting wave of a kiss and then, slowly entered her. He shuddered at the tightness of her mellifluous walls before drawing back out to slightly inch closer, it took about three pumps before—

"Mmph!!" cried Sakura the moment he took a deeper prod, he on the other hand grunted out his sudden pleasure but gently carried out his strokes. While kisses softened in hopes of distracting her from the pain, he didn't stop and kept his slow rhythm, as gently as his self control allowed him to.

He held back his moans as he rocked himself into her; waiting to hear Sakura's muffled yelps turn into throaty mewls. His lips never tore from hers, and his tongue began to ache from his vigorous battle of domination but soldiered on just to hear that. With a few more pumps he efforts was rewarded with a breathy "oh..."

He parted from her lips and lowered his head in the crook of her neck to hear her moan again. He drew all the way back to the tip and slowly re-entered her, her gasp faded into a moan, her hands flew to his shoulders and tightened, her back arched from the pleasure and then he drew back and dove right back in, "Naruto..."

His tongue dared to taste her skin once more; his teeth grazed over the sensitive area and took in the sweet scent of her hair. He slowly drew back and slid right past her slick walls and then, "kami..." she breathed, closing her eyes

He sucked in that area of skin and shuddered when she groped his ass, mumbling, "faster..." immediately he complied, kicking in a new pace amplifying Sakura's whimpers and mewls into ahs and ohs. When she arched her back, she furrowed her brows, slightly worried about the painting beneath them, Naruto managed to grunt out the question of "what's wrong?"

"Painting..." she breathed only to gasp at the sudden change in position, his shaft jabbing a deeper dive into her. She found herself on top; a small smile graced her lips before arching her back. His hands held her hips keeping her in place as he began bouncing her up and down on his shaft.

She kicked in gently from time to time when a wave of bliss spasmed through her veins as Naruto continued to guide her ride him to and fro, then up and down and—ugh...

He watched her spread her legs wider and face contort when she reached a sensitive spot. She planted her hands on his chest for support and curled her toes, responding to the feel of the burning sensation swirling deep within her at the same time as the foreign intrusion that slid to and fro her slick, lubricated walls, pushing her to the edge of her orgasm.

He clenched his jaws as he heard his name tumble out of her lips through an arousing orgasm. His senses drowned all the other corners of his body to focus on the one that connected them both, the messy smacking as they withdrew and slammed, their scent permeating the air as they went, the muffled grunts and sweet mewls of his name triggered his need to escalate their rhythm at a rapid pace.

She kicked herself up and down on him, while Naruto guided her to hit the right spot. He watched Sakura's hypnotic process of the way she bounced her pussy on his shaft, ass slapping his balls as her breasts bounced in slight delay. He could feel it... it took him long enough but... he could feel the sensation gravitate towards a greater magnitude within him. His breath hitched, his eyes closed and pressed his head back, feeling that sensation creep towards—Oh... oh dear kami...ugh...Naruto's face tightened, his throat wanting to release that moan he had been storing.

When she kicked up once again, he held her there and jerked his hips to hers, an escalated whimper left her mouth as it erupted into arousing moans of his name over and over, signaling the intensity of her orgasm as he roughly shoved himself in her, reverse cowgirl style.

Sakura tilted her head back and whimpered, "Naruto...I'm gonna... I'm... gonnaaaa..."

He stopped in aggravation, remembering that they were supposed to release together. She whimpered in protest as he set her down on her back, she latched herself on his neck, kissing in very delicate areas that made him grunt. From there, he relaxed on her, ass slightly pumping before concentating chakra to swirl around his penis; he tensed, a whimper escaping his throat as he bit down on her neck, listening to his name being moaned over and over and over again.

Sakura's legs rose before they wrapped tightly around his waist, toes curling at the barrage of pumps being driven in to her. He grunted her name. She mewled his. Her harsh grip soon turned into nails digging into his skin, his name rolling off her tongue continuously as her moans fluidly escaped her lips. She felt his shaft in her vibrate while it pumped into her at a quickened pace, heaving himself into her to the hilt.

She arched her back, pressed her head down on the hard ground as Naruto bit into her neck quite carefully to avoid drawing out blood while his velocity accelerated at an impossible rate. He shut his eyes tight and shuddered towards his growing release, he was... coming... soon enough...just a few more... a few more... Kami...kami...oh, dear kami... yes...

Sakura's moans grew to high-pitched whimpers of his name until she held still, wanting to last longer by biting in her breath, her moans, her wimpers, her coming release.

Her world dimmed, senses dulled and focused on the massive friction working up in her—the hypnotic rhythm of his rigid rod grinding to and fro her convulsing walls. A gasp escaped her restrained control, followed by the numerous eruptions of his name and moans, she thrashed her head about before pressing her forehead against his shoulder, shuddering underneath him like a quivering leaf in the storm,—the pleasure that gathered in the pit of her stomach burst into shrapnels of exhilarating bliss—white light flooded her vision...

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Sakura jolted in an upright position, her breath still harsh as her heart raced on. She felt the fatigue weigh in on her, but the absence from recovering from an orgasmic high made left her unsated. She wasn't in the cave anymore, everything around her was an unadultered sheet of pure whiteness. Her body felt lighter than air as she floated about. She turned her head around and about and found nothing more but infinite whiteness

"I don't wanna die, yet" thought Sakura, her voice echoing out of her head

"And you won't" responded a thousand, whispering, haunting voices

"...hello?" called Sakura, once again speaking through her mind

"Haruno Sakura, Naruto's assigned female, do you accept the responsibilities of your action?" asked the voice, not a hint of anger in it

She blinked and spun her head around, her hair hovering about as if she were in water... she floated about as if she were in water... but the fact was she felt lighter than air, "...yes"

"You do know that from this night on, you have accepted your Fate and obliged to seal it. You have accepted your role to be the Guardian of the Gatekeeper. You must now understand that Naruto's life is far more valuable than yours, for it is now your role to keep him alive, else you'd die along with him... you are to make sure that he lives so that you may... for that is what your new purpose in life is. The strongest bond I shall entangle you in... Carries a price too large for one so young... do you accept this?"

Sakura swallowed, and then looked back at herself, did she love Naruto at that very great extent?...

...to the very fact that if she neglects Naruto in times of battle, she'd die a death she didn't deserve...

...to the very idea that if she died protecting him, she'd die alone and let him live...

...to the very thought that it was an obligation she was to accept...

...to the feeling that she knew she could do it...

"Yes..." was Sakura's answer

"I accept"

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Thrown back into earth, she felt herself engulfing Naruto with her orifice down there and then... and then... Oh? Oh... Oh! Fucking damnit, fuckity fucking yes—she came...

She fell limp and her eyes rolled up, hiding beneath the layer of slumber. Her heart hammered in her heart, pulsing wildly from within her flesh. What was to become of them after this? That didn't matter... what mattered now was... sleep...

To Be Continued...

Dictionary:

Dreary: Dull and gloomy

Meticulous: precise and painstaking

Mandatory: Compulsory, needing to be done, followed or complied with usually because of an official requirement

Secluded: Private and quiet, cut off from other places

Chivalrous: relating to knighthood code, relating to or reflecting the values of the medieval code of knighthood, especially courtesy, self-sacrifice, and a sense of fair play; considerate and courteous, describes men, or men's behavior, characterized by consideration, especially towards women

Exigent: requiring action, needing immediate action; demanding, making heavy demands on somebody

Mellifluous: Sweetly or smoothly flowing, (sweet-sounding); flowing with honey, sweetened with or as if with honey