KakaSaku
Warnings: Uhm… violent thoughts ( who's squeamish might want to skip the next few lines after the word 'Anko' or when Ibiki is actually explaining what they are doing with Haruno-san) foul mouth, cursing…
Chapter 12: Pain and Comfort
"Why is he trashing?" the blonde asked, confused. "You aren't even touching him."
"Dobe," the dark-haired one muttered, rolling his eyes.
The room was scracly illumintated with torches. A fact, that just added to the creepy athmosphere in the cell. Blood and other bodily fluids were all over the place, dried, covering the floor like a crust. And as if that wasn't enough, the whole room just reaked of pain, fear, and… sex? It was disgusting. Naruto had felt the need to gag long before he entered the room, and was fighting said urge ever since. What the hell had happened here? The room was full of guys- except maybe for Tsunade, who was sitting in a corner enjoying the show- and yet it smelled of sex? As far as the two young ANBU knew, none of their friends were gay- aside from Gai and Lee, but that was something nobody wanted to think about…
"We have put him under a genjutsu," Ibiki finally replied, after looking at his newest patient for the longest moment.
"What is he seeing?" Sasuke asked, but before the Head of interrogation could answer, Naruto butted in.
"Who cares?!? Why aren't you beating the living shit out of him?!?" the blonde demanded furiously.
"None of us want to touch him… it's too disgusting," the scarred man said, aggravated. "And the whip just isn't doing it for us anymore, especially since Kakashi is really better at using one… Anyway, Yamato came up with the idea of the genjutsu, though Anko and Genma decided what it would be about…"
'Intresting,' Sasuke thought. 'Who would've guessed that Ibiki can be squeamish.'
"As for what he is seeing," the older man continued, "He's meeting Anko in that particular genjutsu, who cut off his member and stuffed it into his mouth while someone 'loves' his ass… Now the ink-boy, Sai, is thinking of having one of his drawn figures reinact the whole thing for real."
"Eww!"
"Dobe."
"But that's just disgusting… and exactly what the perv derseves!"
Sasuke rolled his eyes.
"How long will you keep the genjutsu up?" the Uchiha inquired.
"We'll have to stop in a while, or he might die from the panic, and Tsunade-sama demands that he live through torture for at least three weeks. So we have to give him some time to rest, and calm down."
"Wouldn't three years be more appropriate, seeing how long he's been hurting Sakura?" the bluish-haired boy suggested.
"Well, Tsunade-hime never gave us a limit upwards…" Ibiki responded, grinning.
"Good." Sasuke smirked. "Tell us when he's had enough time to calm down."
"Yeah! We want to make him suffer, believe it!" the blonde yelled through the dungeon, loud enough to make the resident onlookers turn to him with scowls on their faces. They wanted to enjoy the show, and here some brat interrupts their 'peace and quiet'. Where had they done wrong?
"If you can actually bring yourself to touch that thing…" Ibiki shrugged.
"Come on, dobe, Tsunade wanted to see us," the Uchiha said, nodding to the scarred man before approaching the only woman in the room. Her honeyd gaze rested on the trashing, screaming, squirming form of one Haruno Masashiro as he relived the genjutsu over and over gain. Chuckles could be heard throughout the room, and even the Lady Hokage herself couldn't surpress a satisfied smirk. "You wanted to see us, Tsunade-sama?"
The woman turned to them.
"Oh, Sasuke, Naruto, yes. Indeed. Take a seat. So, how is my apprentice doing?"
"She seems to be fine, which is what worries me most," Sasuke replied. The Hokage nodded, but Naruto didn't understand. If Sakura was fine, why was the teme worried? Wasn't it a good thing that she got over it quickly? Shouldn't they be happy for their friend? That she could live a normal life again?
"Huh?" escaped the blonde ANBU's mouth.
"Normally, victims of rape close themselves off, are depressed, and have quite possibly suicidal tendencies. Sakura, on the other hand, smiles, and is happy. Even if she has her moments, when she's sad, or stutters, she seems to be in a good shape. Which can only mean one thing: She's keeping everything inside."
"And that means?" Naruto asked, concern rising in his chest.
"One day or another, Naruto, she'll snap," Tsunade answered instead of Sasuke. "All the bottled up emotion will break it's way through her, and it'll happen sooner rather than later."
"What should we do?"
"We can't do anything, dobe. If she doesn't want to let it out, she won't- no matter what we try."
"You're wrong, Sasuke. There is something we can do," the Hokage corrected, a small smile one her lips. Though sad, it also carried some hope. At the two boys dumbfounded, but eager expressions, she explained. "We can be there for her. We can make sure she understands that she isn't alone in this one. That we will help her as best as we can… As for the rest, as much as I hate to admit it, we should leave it to your sensei…"
"Kakashi-sensei?"
"Yes, Naruto. She trusted him enough to allow him in. To allow him to help her. She didn't run from him, and as far as I know from kakashi himself, she's never tried to deny what was happening- though she never confirmed it either."
A second of silence, then…
"This is stupid!" the blonde boy shouted, earning him another set of glares. "Why can't we help her, I mean, really help her... Why do we have to be so powerless?!? I hate to feel so helpless…useless…"
"I know, dobe. Me too."
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Sakura looked around, surprised. This tea house looked more like a fine resturant. It had the form of a small compound with a paradise-like garden in it's inner courtyard, full of cherry trees, and Ginko, and even a little stream with a red-painted bridge. A jutsu had to be cast over the garden, because all the flowers were in full bloom, something quite odd for late autumn, but Sakura could care less. It looked beautiful, she couldn't take her eyes off of the scenery from the window of their compartment. Yet another specialty of this fantastic tea house: You could rent a little compartment, if you didn't want to sit with all the others in the hall. Every compartment had a different title. Hers and Kakashi's was called 'Like Phoenix from the ashes' and had therfore a whole swarm of the beautiful birds painted on the walls.
"Sakura?" Kakashi chuckled at her antics, though it was exactly what he had aimed for when he took her to this place. He had found it by coincidence a few years prior, and had wanted to introduce it to her ever since. "You do realize you're staring? It's highly impolite, especially when there's someone sitting on the opposite side of the table."
Breaking out of her reverie, the young medic dragged her gaze away from the wonderous garden to look up at her former teacher with a sheepish look. Scratching the back of her head to convey how utterly mortified she was, she averted her eyes from his intense gaze. The Copy Nin had put away his headband, uncovering his blood-red sharingan eye, and the scar that went over it, and down to his cheek. Like so many times before, she felt the sudden urge to run her finger acroos the sensitive skin, and this time she didn't fight against it. Standing up, she moved around the table, tea and Dango forgotten for the time being. Once she reached his side, closing the window as she went, the pink-haired woman kneeled beside him. Kakashi had raised an eyebrow. Now she was staring at him, but that didn't bother him nearly as much as if the garden had her undivided attention while he was sitting right there across the tiny room. Or so she assumed. Her gaze dropped to his hand which was holding the tea cup. She gently tugged it away from his grasp, and set it down onto the table. Her hands immediately returned to his larger one, taking it inbetween her own. Caressing over the skin, she learned it's texture: The rough pad of his hand, his calloused fingers, the silky back of it. She lifted his hand to be eye-level with hers, he didn't object. Looking at it for another moment, Sakura squeezed it lightly with her left hand, while her right moved on to cup his masked cheek, index finger brushing over the end of his scar as it disappeared beneath the dark cloth. She noticed that Kakashi had closed his eye, trusting her. Following the scar upwards, she reached his eyelid. She felt as if some strange power was pulling her to it, so she leaned in further until her lips gently brushed against the scarred skin.
His eyes fluttered, but remained closed.
'What are you doing to me, Sakura?' the man thought, taking slow, deep breaths to calm himself. How could such an innocent touch awaken such a turmoil in a veteran like him? Where did this power, she had over him, come from? Where did she take the strength that was bringing him to his knees- or would, if he wouldn't already be kneeling- with just a brush of her soft, pink lips. He felt the urge to lavish her, but restrained. This was her day, her 'date'. It wasn't his place to decide what they would do. He was content with just letting her explore her newfound power, wondering for a moment if she would use it to demask him, only to decide that he really didn't care.
His obvious trust in her sent a rush of affection through her body. He was so different than any guy she had ever met. She had seen the desire, the need even, for another kiss even when he had suggested to go drink some tea and eat Dango. Yet, he hadn't protested when she'd shyly answered with a mumbled 'yes', her face red as a tomato. He had just smiled, eyes crinkling, brushed his nose against hers, and stood up. Reaching out a hand, he had helped her to her feet, and then led her out of the forest. The silver-haired man hadn't let go of her hand until the very outskirts of the woods, risking to be seen, gently squeezing before he loosened his grip.
He was so different than Sasuke…
'Well, of course,' her Inner raged. 'Sasuke s a boy, while Kakashi is a man.'
'Yeah, a man…' she thought.
Her lips moved on, kissing his forehead, then his nose, and his other eyelid. She could feel his jaw clench under her hand, intent on keeping his control. Smiling, she moved further still, kissing both his cheeks. Then his jaw line. She could feel him shudder against her caresses. His hand gripped hers tightly, his other one grasping hold of her waist as if to steady himself. Her kisses moved closer to his chin, then downwards until she could feel his pulse underneath her lips. And up again. His chin got the softest kiss, before she moved away slightly to see him looking at her.
Blushing furiously, she excused herself to the bathroom.
She could hear his laughs as she practically ran out of the room. She didn't stop her frantic pace until she was safe behind the sacred doors of the ladies' room, earning herself quite a few strange looks. Locking the door behind herself just to be sure- Kakashi was a pervert after all- she walked over to the sink to splash some water into her face. It didn't help her cool down at all!
Why was she blushing? She hadn't had any problems with kissing him beofre, so why had she freaked out on him a second ago? Was it because he had looked at her? Was it his gaze that she shied away from? Maybe his sharingan? But why would she be afraid of it? Sure, it was Kakashi's deadliest weapon, but she'd seen it before, and had never freaked out. Mostly, because it wasn't directed at her- well, not to harm her anyway! Even when they sparred, Kakashi made sure not to hurt his ex-students… too badly. So, what was wrong with her now?
'Maybe it was his gaze?' Sakura mused.
His gaze had healt something deep in those last few moments, before she had bolted away from him. There was the same loving care in his eyes as before, but now there was something smoldering within them as well. Was it lust? Was that what had her frightened like a rabbit? It wasn't that unnormal to feel lust with what she'd been doing to him, and it wasn't like he would act upon that feeling unless she wanted him to. If anything, Kakashi was surrendering control completely to her. Like in the forest not so long ago. His eyes had held the same needy hue, but he had accepted her decision without hesitation.
'Great, now I freaked out on him twice in one day!'
She sighed, then felt something warm running down her cheek.
'Am I…crying?' Sakura thought, looking up. And sure enough, tears were streaming down her face. 'Why am I crying?'
She only cried more. Her body started to feel numb, unresponsive. She needed to get back to Kakashi. Something was wrong with her, seriously wrong. Yet, no matter how much she wanted to go unlock that door, and return to the silver-haired man, her body wouldn't budge. She couldn't move a finger, and the tears were starting to cloud her field of vision. She felt tired, and weak, her knees buckled, but not with pleasure. She felt herself sinking down onto the cold floor, as the first droplets of water touched her clothes. She could hear her screams, yet could not fathom why she screamed in the first place. They sounded strange to her, anyway. There was pain somewhere in her body, but she couldn't really grasp on it, and everytime she seemed to have it, it slipped through her fingers, so to speak.
'What is happening to me?'
Then the world turned black.
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When she woke up, Sakura found herself on her bed. It was dark, the curtains were closed. A look at the watch told her it was almost midnight. Remembering what had happened, she bolted upright, only to be tugged down again by a strong hand. Her head landed on something firm, and warm. Taking the risk of a bad surprise, she gazed up at the other person with her: It was Kakashi. He was sitting against the headboard of her bed, only his dark shirt with attached mask covering the chiselled chest she could feel from her view. He held her to him protectively, his arm around her shoulder, bringing her close. She leaned down until her head rested against his body again, relishing in the warmth he gave her. She felt cold, yet somehow at peace. It wasn't half unpleasent to be cold when their was someone there to warm you. Snuggling as close as she could get, she shifted her right arm until it went around his side. Only now she realized that her body rested between his legs.
Her face grew bright red in an instant.
"Uh…what happened?"
"… What do you remember?"
"I was… uhm…in the bathroom… thinking about…" Her blush deepened. "Then… I don't know…" A gasp "Something is wrong with me, Kakashi. I must be sick, 'cause my legs were giving out… and there were tears…and pain… and… I don't know…I felt so…"
"Broken?" he supplied.
She nodded.
"What is happening to me, Kakashi? Why do I feel so good in one moment, and then just… collapsed in the next?" Sakura inquired in a shaky whisper.
"Your body is dealing with the trauma. I should've foreseen this, I'm sorry," he replied.
"What for?" The medic frowned.
"Something must've triggered it. You were with me before it happened, so it was probably something I said, or did, and… I pushed you too far! I'm sorry."
"No!" Sakura huffed at him. "It wasn't your fault, Kakashi. You did nothing wrong. You didn't do anything I didn't want you to do. I… I just… What happened?"
She shook her head as if to clear her thoughts.
"Your mind did everything to not think about what has happened. It's a common mechanism of our subconscious to protect us… The pain just… became too much for your subconscious to bear, and… it snapped. The pain broke out, and your body reacted. It might happen again. It's okay, Sakura. You aren't weak," he explained as if reading her mind.
The young woman sniffed as she looked up at him, then smiled slowly.
"How do you do that?"
"Do what?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
"How do you always know what to say- what I need to hear?" she asked again, smile widening a little.
"Oh, you know, when you got it…" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hentai!" she screeched, laughingly, and slapped him on the arm. Then, a thought came to her. "Where's Chihiro?… You didn't…?"
He looked down at her innocently.
"Kakashi," Sakura said in a low, threatening voice. "What did you do to her?"
"Nothing," he grumbled. "You should rather ask what she did to me, or is doing."
He pointed towards his head.
"If this is about that non-existent scrath again, then yo-" Sakura scoffed at him, but stopped in midsentence when she noticed what had slipped her sight before. Kakashi's silver mane wasn't pointing out in all directions. In fact, it was somehow flattened in the middle, only sticking out at the side of his head.
On top of the Copy Nin's ingenius head, lay, curled into a black ball, her little kitten.
"Oh," escaped Sakura's lips without her consent as she took in the sweet picture.
"…"
"You look so… cute together," the pink-haired girl teased.
The Sharingan Warrior just growled.
"Oh, so you can purr, too? How sweet!" Sakura teased further, a finger poking his chest.
Kakashi raised an eyebrow.
Sakura giggled, and snuggled back into his embrace for sleep. It might happen again, he'd said, but she would think about that later.For now, she would just enjoy his company, the way he felt against her...
End of the 12th chapter!
A/N: I thought, a little bit of explaining was in order about what was happening to her father, and why Sakura seemed so unaffected by it all. For the next chapter... nah, I won't say anything! You may suggest scenes you'd like to see, though. :)
