Holeyyyyy Moleyyyy. Well, haven't I been in a bit of a pickle haha. I wrote this chapter, about a thousand times actually, trying to make it good. Failed each time. Finally got the end result and was sorta happy with it, went to upload it, and for some weird reason Fanfiction wasn't letting me log in? Did anyone else have that problem? Legit didn't let me on for about 2 weeks! So I got all upset, all bummed out because I didn't get to upload the last chapter to my story, and gave up trying for about a month. Then one day I was cruising the internet and decided I'll try one last time, then BAM! Logged in straight away! So here is the Final chapter, FINALLY. I hope it doesn't disappoint!
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Her legs didn't take her far.
Her head was spinning as she tried to think of a place to go; a place to run to for any kind of help, but nothing came to mind. Home wasn't an option and neither was Kiba's. Ino's and Hinata's house were on the other side of town, and Sakura didn't really have the mental and physical strength to carry herself that far at the time. She figured her last option was Shikamaru, so between the weakness she was feeling in her legs, her tear blurred vision and aching heart she started the walk towards her best friend's house, knowing that what she had just done was one of the worst decisions of her life.
When she reached Shikamaru's house, she wanted to rip her hair out. Amongst the midst of frustration, sadness and confusion, Sakura had failed to realise that Shikamaru was still at school and had waked all this way for no reason. His bus didn't get in till late, and she needed someone to talk to now. She reached for her phone which was usually in the front pocket of her pants so she could call him, but to add to her already horrible day, her phone was gone. It must have fallen out somewhere between the school and Shikamaru's, why can't one thing, just one thing go right for me today? The sudden urge to just give up and break down started to overtake her exhausted body, but she knew that wasn't going to help her in any way. Breaking down, crying, giving up; none of that was going to fix a single thing. None of it would have made everything better again. None of it would have made her feel happier or relaxed; it would just prove that she was a quitter, a coward defeatist who let yet another thing get the better of her. So with a deep breath she pushed away her tears and started walking again. It was only slowly, but to prove something didn't mean she had to rush.
She walked past streets and streets of houses. She just wanted to think for a bit, clear her head a little so she could focus on finding her phone and then hope that everything else would work itself out. But those houses? They weren't really helping. They were all large ones that had lovely gardens, children's toys out the front, the occasional bike lying across the footpath, and the typical average every day family could be seen through the window, the parents cuddling and obsessing over their 4 year old kid. It made her sick. Nothing is ever perfect, not for her anyway.
For a moment it was like she was no longer in control of her feet. Her chest grew heavy as she realised she had unintentionally taken the long route, the one that took her straight past Kiba's house. Sakura stood frozen a few metres before his driveway. There at the front door was all of Sakura's stuff. Her clothes, her possessions, her soccer gear, even the jumper he had given her one night when she had fallen asleep with it on. She could remember that night so clearly; they were meant to go out for dinner, but she wasn't feeling well so they stayed at home and watched really bad night television on the old peoples' channel. There they sat, both dressed in their best and fanciest clothes, eating toast. She had a high temperature and was shaking so Kiba placed his favourite jacket on her to keep her warm, before taking her up to bed and letting her sleep.
The urgent want to have all that back made Sakura's eyes start to spill again. Why did she go and stuff this up so badly? She did love Kiba. She did appreciate every single thing he ever did for her. But Sasuke, Sasuke had this stupid hold on her that never really vanished. Even if she thought she had forgotten about him, he had never really left the back of her mind. He was like this spark she could never ever put out no matter how hard she tried. But how? Why? He didn't treat her anywhere near as well as Kiba did and probably never will.
"Kiba, if you're in there please open up,'' she said jaggedly through chesty sobs. There was no answer. Getting angry and frustrated, she banged on the door again but with more force. "Kiba! All I want is for you to hear me out, like all those times I heard you out!" tears fell from her eyes and onto the door mat beneath her. "I'm sorry, why don't you realise that!"
The door swung open to reveal cold, solemn Kiba. His eyes were slightly bloodshot but Sakura didn't know if it was because of crying or the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Although he didn't look drunk, she could smell it.
He just stood there, staring down at her, and all the words that filled Sakura's mouth before had suddenly disappeared. "What." He said so gravely that the word itself seemed colder than the late afternoon air.
"I, I…" Sakura couldn't say a single word but take a step towards him, hoping that they he would return her hug and everything would be okay. She embraced him tightly, pathetically, and buried her face into chest, waiting for him to return the hug.
But he didn't. There was nothing. Instead he slowly pulled her off of him and turned to grab something. Continuing to stare down at her, Kiba handed Sakura her soccer ball and gripped the insides of his own palms. "You've got your stuff, you can leave now." he turned slowly and shut the door, not another word being spoken.
She stood there for a while doing nothing. She didn't cry. She didn't yell. Instead she collected up all of her stuff and put it into the bag which was also lying at her feet and stood looking at Kiba's house. She smiled and laughed stupidly, almost as if she was just released from some mental asylum or something. As she wiped away a stray tear she took a deep breath, and it finally clicked; it was over. There was nothing she could do. She had finally accepted the fact that she had screwed up, and there was no point in holding onto something he no longer wanted. Maybe it wasn't meant to be? And when she really thought about it, although she was torn between someone she once loved and someone she currently loved, maybe she was meant to be with Sasuke after all. "Goodbye, Kiba. Thank you."
"It's about time you woke up to yourself Pink."
Sakura sank into the lounge at the house of the Uchiha's, watching him poor her drink. "And you drink now? I can't even remember the last time I witnessed you consume alcohol. I mean, I thought you were all turned off it because of your loser dad."
Sakura grabbed the glass of vodka and redbull from his hands. "yeah, well things have changed now."
Sasuke watched as she skulled the whole glass in a matter of seconds. He had never even seen Sakura drink before, and now that she did, thoughts of what the rest of the night would be like came rushing to his head. If she keeps this up, I could get her really wasted. Then I won't have to go to the effort of sweet talking her into bed.
"I want another one," she said as she handed him back the glass. Sasuke took a step forward and got real close to her. She looked him in those dark, mysterious eyes which she always used to obsess about when they were together, but didn't have that same feeling that she used to get. Sure, they were still amazing eyes, but they weren't brown. Not like Kiba's.
"How about a please?" he wiped a bit of stray hair away from her pale face. Familiar Goosebumps ran down the spine of her back as she felt his breath on her skin. "Please."
Sasuke took the glass from her hand and smirked, heading back over to the kitchen. Sasuke's house was just as big as Kiba's, but it didn't feel as warm. Sasuke's house was the equivalent to a bachelor pad; fancy furniture, cool and vibrant walls, huge flat screen TV's and sound systems set all up around the living room, and a kitchen full of the finest liquor any teen could ever dream of. As he continued to poor her glass, he made sure to put more vodka in this time. The stronger the drink, the quicker she would get drunk.
'So, Sakura," he started, glancing up at her from beneath his dark raven coloured hair. "What was it that you saw in Inuzuka anyway?"
Her stomach dropped at the mention of his name. What did she see in him? Everything. Great looks, caring personality, protective, gentle, fun, outgoing… but she wasn't going to say that. No way was she going to remind herself that he was so close to perfect. "I'm not sure."
"Poor, poor Sakura. If only you realised he was just trying to get in your pants from the start. I can assure you, he was only going to break your heart once he had it in with you. I heard him and Kankurou talking, it was all some big prank just to make me jealous."
Sakura raised an eyebrow. "Did it?"
"Did it what?"
"Did it make you jealous?"
Sasuke handed Sakura her drink than folded his arms. "Pfft. It takes more than sleeping with an ex-girlfriend to make me jealous. He's always envied the fact I'm better than him at everything. And now that he's seen you still manage to choose me over him, that would have killed him even more."
Sakura swallowed a mouthful of her drink. The vodka made her throat burn, but she enjoyed it. "Ex-girlfriend? Sasuke, what exactly are we?"
Becoming irritated at all the questions, Sasuke continued to top up her drink. "What does it matter? You're here now, and you're with me. You should be happy. Now drink up."
Another drink.
Then another.
And another.
And another.
Sakura's head was spinning. Her vision was unfocussed and she was finding it hard to concentrate on even the littlest things; like walking in a straight line for example. Sasuke had music blaring now; the thumping of the bass could be felt against her chest. She swayed to the beats, to the rhythm of the music, and even though this wasn't the kind of stuff she really listened to she managed to be enjoying herself. She felt… bubbly. She was laughing at things she wouldn't normally laugh at and the world felt like it was spinning beneath her. So this is what being drunk felt like? This is what her dad had been feeling for the past seventeen years of her life? She didn't blame him, it felt amazing. No wonder he used to drink; It's taken her mind off everything. Her aching heart, her break up, her confusion. Everything was just spinning now, like an ecstasy.
Sasuke handed her yet another drink and rested his hands upon her waist. She was still in her school uniform but the music had caused her to tie up her top so she was able to move more freely. Sasuke stared at her bare and thin stomach. He hadn't missed it all that much, there were girls that easily or if not bettered Sakura. But she was a great lay, he'd give her that much.
"What do you say if we go somewhere a little more… exciting," he said as he pulled her closer, looking down into her foggy green eyes.
"I know just the place," she slurred, smiling and cheekily pulling away. She stumbled over to the lounge where she had placed her bags, and on top of those bags was her soccer ball. "Follow me!" she yelled happily, running and stumbling out of the Uchiha's house knocking down ornaments and furniture along the way. Sasuke rolled his eyes. Wherever she was going wasn't what he had in mind at all. He wanted to venture towards his bedroom, fuck her then get rid of her so he could have his house to himself again. He didn't want to keep her, look after her, or be with her like he had promised. He loved being single; freedom and getting girls was Sasuke's scene, not being tied down and attached. All he wanted to do was prove to Kiba yet again that he was better than him. And to do that, he had to win back Sakura, but only for the night. After that he wouldn't care what the girl would do with herself. All he knew was that there was no way Kiba would be taking her back.
Reluctantly, Sasuke followed her out of the door. "Where the fuck are we going? Leaving the house wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
"You'll seeee!" she called out from in front of him.
It wasn't long before the two teens reached the soccer field. Sakura stood panting at the top of the oval, overlooking the green, familiar field she liked to call her second home. She didn't quite know where her first home was, but that didn't matter now; she was here. The goal posts seemed to shine in the moonlight, almost giving them a glow in the dark kind of vibe. She laughed and ran down onto the field, dropping her ball and kicking it as far as she could. She watched it saw through the air, before dropping to the ground and gazing up at the stars. It wasn't long before Sasuke was at her side.
"Have you ever just looked at stars, and thought about stuff? Like, where they come from or how they got there?" Sakura picked at the grass beneath her.
"Umm, yeah..." replied Sasuke, taking very little interest in what she was saying.
"Kiba used to like stars. He told me they're the least loneliest things in the world, because there's so many of them. He said that those who die lonely never end up lonely in the end, because they become stars."
"Enough about stars," Sasuke said as he pulled himself up onto his side. He ran his hands across her abdomen, making her skin shiver. "What do you say we have a little fun?"
It wasn't a good shiver though, Sakura didn't want to do anything at that moment. She was having enough fun looking at the stars. "Sasuke, not now,"
"C'mon pink," he said as he subtly moved on top of her. "You use to love this before."
"I don't want to yet," her head was still spinning as she slurred her words. "Why are you calling me pink, you never used to call me that-"
"Shut up, just for two seconds. Fuck." He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss, their lips slamming uncomfortably against each other. She pulled away, looking at him with furrowed brows.
"Sasuke, what the hell? Stop being so aggressive."
He reached for her skirt and kissed her again. His free hand wandered up to her breast as she shifted uncomfortably beneath him. She pulled his hand away from her skirt as he sucked softly on her neck and collarbone. She didn't want this. He was being too forceful, trying to do everything at once was making her feel uncomfortable.
"Sasuke stop, I'm being serious…"
He kept going, nipping at her collar bone and lifting her skirt.
"Sasuke seriously, I don't want to do this... Sasuke, STOP."
"Shut the fuck up Sakura, if you can bludge free drinks off me for the whole fucking night, you can put out for me this one time. Now shut the fuck up!"
Her eyes widened with shock as she tried to push him off of her. His grip was too strong and his body was too heavy for her to be able to escape easily. Tears started to fill her eyes and her body stiffened with fright, surely Sasuke wasn't going to… rape her?
"Sasuke, stop! You're hurting me! Sasuke!"
"What the fuck is going on!"
Sakura's heart stopped at the sound of a voice. His voice. As Sasuke's head shot up, Kiba ran over and grabbed him by the shirt, tearing Sasuke off of her with one pull. When he was off, Kiba laid several punches into his stomach until Sasuke was able to fight no more. The Uchiha rolled along the ground moaning in pain, completely disordered as to what happened.
"Kiba!" Sakura said with relief as he bent down to cuddle her. The hug was so tight that for a moment she was caught for breath, but she didn't know if it was because of the hold, or because she was just so happy to see him.
"Gee kid, you've been drinking..." he said as the strong scent of vodka escaped her clothes and lips. "Shh, its okay, everything is going to be alright. Let's get out of here." He helped her up and gripped her hand like he was never going to let go.
They walked slowly down a quiet street. Night crickets could be heard from people's back yards but the night was still, nothing moved but the two emotionally drained teens that walked softly with each other down the path. They were both too tired to speak. Although it was silent it wasn't uncomfortable or awkward; that was a gift the two had. They could spend minutes, or even hours in silence and still be happy just to be in each other's presence.
"Kiba?" Sakura said as she looked at the stars.
"Yeah kid?"
"What made you go to the soccer field? I mean, it's 10:30 at night, and you never go there…"
Kiba scratched the back of his head. "It's obvious, isn't it? I wanted to see you. The house was so fucking empty, so quiet. I felt like a fucking idiot for shutting you out like I did, and I just needed to see you… and the only place I could think of at the time was the soccer field. You're always there."
"Listen Kiba," Sakura started as she wiped the tears from her face and took in a deep breath. "I was wrong, I was so, so, so so so wrong. I know you don't want to forgive me and probably never will, but it's not Sasuke that I want to be with-"
"Sakura, shh. Please don't get worked up." He replied, cutting off her sentence. "I know you're sorry, and I am too. We're teenagers; we do stupid things, and make stupid mistakes. Look at all the stuff I've done to you... heck, I've even sunk so low as in to hit you. And for you to still want to be with me seriously makes my head spin. You're the perfect girl, craving to be with a fuck up like me, I don't get it. I really don't."
"You're not a fuck up! Don't you dare say that!" Sakura was yet again crying helplessly; the last day and night had been too much for her to handle. Kiba being emotionally drained as well couldn't do anything but hold her, cuddle her and let her know that everything was going to be alright. "I'm the one with the fuck up parents, the one who doesn't earn enough to support herself and thinks she's going to get somewhere kicking around a damn soccer ball. If anyone's a fuck up it's me, don't you dare tell me I'm too good for you."
Kiba all of a sudden got too tired to walk, and sat himself down on the street curb underneath a tall lonely street light. "Being a fuck up is a negative, right?"
Sakura sat herself beside him and let her head fall onto his shoulder. "Well in my case it is, yeah."
"Well two negatives make a positive, right?"
Sakura raised her eyebrow and looked at the handsome boy beside her; a little smirk crept across her face. "Looks like someone has been listening in science and maths for once?"
Kiba smiled and gently nudged her in the shoulder as his face went slightly red from embarrassment. It wasn't like him to focus in school but this time he had been caught out. "Never mind about that," he laughed, placing his arm around her. "Well if we're two negatives, being together will only make us a positive."
Sakura looked into his eyes, and smiled honestly for the first time that day.
"And I'll let you know now that it won't be easy. We'll have fights, stupid fights over stupid things. We'll most likely disagree on everything, break up and get back together numerous times. But what counts is that we still want to be together, and push past all this stupid shit that life wants to throw at us. It's gonna take a lot more than a fuckwit Uchiha and alcoholic father to tear us down."
She smiled even more as tears rolled down her face, but this time, they were happy tears. "So does this mean you'll take me back?"
"That's exactly what it means, kid."
The end.
Aww, it's finally come to an end Thank you to everyone who stuck by me with this story, that gave me the confidence to keep going, and reviewed almost every chapter. NejiSakuKiba, xxGrayxx, and everyone else!
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Sorry if the last chapter wasn't all you thought it would be, but there's always a lot of pressure during the last chapter. I'm hoping to get another story going up as soon as possible, and yes, it will be another Kiba one ;) But I need to know who I'll pair him with? Hit me up with your favourite female Naruto characters ladies and gentlemen! Because after all, the story's for you guys
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