Never Too Late
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He pinned her to the bed, both hands wrapped tightly around her wrists. She whimpered in fear, seeing that this demon had truly returned and was certainly right back to his demonic deeds. Slowly, he elevated himself over her smaller frame and pressed his body against hers.
"Stop it!...Please!" she cringed as he gingerly ran his fingers down her body and leaned in to kiss her neck. She squirmed underneath his weight and his strength was immense, locking her body in position underneath him.
"You can't do this!" The rosette grunted, "Stop! Please!"
"Struggling will only make it worse!" He hissed, that hungry grin playing on his lips. She screamed again and he removed his hand from her thigh and covered her mouth to muffle the sounds.
"You're so beautiful." His eyes traced down her body and he took special note of her chest heaving up and down from panic. Delirium took over her senses as the longing to disappear and escape claimed her. She was paralyzed, not fully understanding what was happening in the midst of the intoxication. She pleaded him to stop in her mind but they went unanswered as he maliciously captivated her body.
Suddenly the pressure around her chest was getting lighter as the fabric released itself on her body.
Miura smirked as he fiddled with the zipper of her shirt, tugging down on it slowly.
She fought with him again, thrashing recklessly. He was more than pleased at her reaction, nibbling on the skin of her neck forcefully. He chuckled roughly into her ear and bit lightly into her ear lobe. The demon let out a low moan as she moved against him.
"Stop it right now, or I'll-!"
"You'll what?" Miura smirked, eyes full of lust.
Miura's long slender fingers raked her pink strands, pulling a hand full of that luscious hair to his nose and inhaled dramatically, "You smell so wonderful..."
His eyes then scanned her face: her beautiful jade eyes dazed, and her lips as red as blood. Miura then licked his own lips anticipating her taste once more. He dipped his head to her chin and kissed the skin on her neck, making way to her collar bone. Lower and lower he kissed until he reached the cleavage of her chest. She tensed.
"Please..." She pleaded once more. "This isn't right... You can't!"
Much cautiously now, he traced the sides of her tight waist and pulled the red fabric of her shirt away until the coolness of his finger tips were felt. She tried once again to push him off, fists balled at his chest, and then crossing her arms across her bra. Grinning at her attempt to cover herself, Miura simply yanked both her arms away, exposing her bra and toned midriff.
"You have no idea how much I want you." Miura cooed. "I can hardly contain myself."
Now he gripped at the skin of her thighs, while kissing the skin above her breasts. She bit her lips trying to overcome the agony but screamed as he bit into her skin from excitement.
Help me, please! Someone! Anyone!
His kisses were harder and urgent. Sakura panted in fear stopping the tears that were threatening to fall.
Sasuke...
And then, the door exploded and the figure stood tall, blue lightening crackling in his palm. Neon sparks casted the demon's shadow onto the wall; the shape was much more frightening in the form of silhouette.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." The Uchiha growled, summoning up another wave of chakra to his palm. The famous sharingan was already activated, the blood red spilling into the eyes of the avenger.
"The sharingan, eh."
In desperation, the rosette broke from Miura's grip momentarily and cried,"Run Sasuke! Get away! Now!" before Miura covered her mouth and instantly forced her face to the side, putting her out.
"Now, now. We don't have to be enemies." The demon snarled, "I've heard some wonderful things about you, Uchiha."
Sasuke eyed Sakura's limp exposed body. There were signs of an obvious struggle. With a pang of guilt and worry, the Uchiha prayed that he wasn't too late.
"Hn." Sasuke grunted. "Here's the deal: I kill you and Sakura and I will get on with our lives."
"Brave words for a fool but I don't blame your determination. She really is a beautiful young lady." Miura said, throwing an infatuated glance to the unconscious girl, "it is likely we'll have to fight for her affection. Don't you agree?"
From the looks of it, Sasuke figured the man contained an admirable amount of strength inside him if he got Sakura to obey.
"You don't get it do you?" Sasuke spat. "She despises you." Once again igniting the lightening in his palm, Sasuke dove forward driving the energy into his target. Miura flew back and crashed into the wall cursing under his breath.
Without giving the silver eyed man the chance to rebound, Sasuke pounced on him and threw punches left and right and until Miura managed a lucky hit that sent Sasuke flying into the rosette's dresser. But the blow hurt more than it should have. The demon's chakra had a numbing effect that stung him from the inside. Letting the pain ripple through his body, he showed no signs of discomfort and ignored the pain, getting to his feet in an instant.
"Impressive." Miura breathed realigning his jaw. "I was almost scared for a second there." In that moment, Sasuke had already sent a couple kunai flying in the demon's direction and without flinching Miura simply caught them all and tossed them aside halfheartedly. "How about we talk." Miura suggested.
"Fuck that." Sasuke hissed. "I'm going to end you now."
The demon smiled with a toothy grin. "That's what Sakura said, now look at her."
Still out, Sakura lay still on her bed, her hair disheveled, and her shirt undone. The subtle rise and fall of her chest indicated she was still breathing and ultimately, still alive. That was the only relief Sasuke gained.
Miura walked back to her bed and with a light touch, soothed the pink strands away from her face, revealing beautiful doll-like features. "She really is beautiful isn't she." Miura cooed.
Sasuke was ready to break his hand for laying it on her. But he wondered why it took so long to do it, or even kill the bastard entirely.
"Just an f.y.i. - Sakura is mine, in case you haven't noticed." Miura sneered, "but seeing as you want her so much to be even facing me like this, I'll let you have one night with her."
One night with her?
"It was a very fortunate event meet you again Sasuke. I'll be on my way." And with that said he disappeared simply into a puff of black smoke.
The moment he was gone, Sasuke rushed to her side shaking her roughly by the shoulders. "Sakura! Wake up!" As he did so, black eyelashes fluttered open as she stared, wide eyed at her saviour. "What?" She breathed, still drowsy from her black out. Then her senses heightened and she gasped in terror, "what happened! Where is he! Where's Miura!"
Sasuke faltered, eyeing the night angrily, "he got away."
She looked up at him, eyes wide with fear and then scanned her bombsite of an apartment. "Did you fight him?" She gasped again, "Did he hurt you?"
"I'm alright. But you..." He sighed worriedly, "Are you... You alright? Did he..."
She stared at her sheets, eyes dazed and empty. Suddenly the overwhelming feeling of dread over came and she fought with the tears once again. "He was so close... he could have..." Clutching the material of shirt together to close the space over her chest, Sakura gave in to the first tear. And soon after the second one fell. "Next time, he will for sure..."
"He won't. I won't let him." He said watching as her tears became more forceful. "...I promise."
She wanted to talk, but only inaudible sounds were heard within her sobbing.
He stared at her with the utmost sincere expression that he could muster, it goes without a doubt that Sasuke was just as disturbed as she was. An exasperated sigh left his lips as he ran his pale fingers through the dark mess of his hair. He could have pulled a Shikamaru and sighed, 'how troublesome,' at that moment. Sasuke was adept to learning things best in experiences. His fight with Miura showed him the power firsthand. Despite still being in the dark about the demonic powers that held Sakura captive, he was genuinely worried for her. She as so small and so naive, but her will and determination outweighed her size.
With new found respect he set his pride down and spoke his mind. "I think you know my intentions now, Sakura."
She stopped enough to stare back at the Uchiha who lingered briskly by her bed. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he stressed, "that you indeed need help and despite your reluctance, I will help you. Regardless if you want it or not."
"But, why?"
"Because." He fought with himself, eyes narrowing, "because, I made a mistake."
Sakura drew a deep breath that sliced the dark air. "Can't you just get to the point, Sasuke?" She tried, helplessly to wipe each tear that fell, but failed to catch all of them.
Sasuke's eyebrows sank, angling his eyes that made him look frustrated. He drew a hand to her face and abruptly wiped a tear away with his thumb. Another one fell and he did the same. Puzzled, she glanced up at his face as the warmth of his hand captivated her skin.
"I don't want to see you cry anymore." He stated more harshly than sincerely.
To his surprise, Sakura batted his hand away and directed her attention away from the Uchiha. "Let's not complicate things right now."
"I made a mistake, Sakura. You have to understand that revenge will get you no where. The more you force it, the farther it will get away from you."
"And you're lecturing me? If I recall, you did the very same thing-"
"That's why I'm telling you now, so you don't fuck up like I did. I made a mistake. Regardless if I managed to kill my brother, he was half dead when I got to him already. And he wasn't even fucking guilty, and I based my whole life on killing an innocent man."
She had already heard all about the Uchiha tragedies but could say no more.
"I just want you to be smart about it, Sakura. Get help when you need it. Think things through. And stop being so damn stubborn."
Silently taking his words in, Sakura bit her lip for the problem at hand.
"Where did he go?" She said finding that the curse no longer had an effect in the presence of Sasuke.
"He gave me one night with you."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think."
Sakura scoffed, zipping up her shirt. "Right. Well, thanks for stopping him tonight." But I won't be safe tomorrow.
"Obviously, I'd stop him."
"Nobody told you to do that or me."
"I wanted to."
Pft. "I said we shouldn't get things complicated, Sasuke."
Suddenly, the Uchiha looked furious. "You just don't understand that I have to help you. Okay? I've made it my business and I can't leave you alone!"
"Sasuke!"
"Be quiet! No matter how much I try to forget about you, I can't and it's fucking annoying. You're on my mind everyday, every damn second and I can't help it!" He threw a blow to the bed post and it snapped off with impact. Sakura watched his sudden display of emotion in stunned silence. "Ever since you came back, you ignored me and you never came to see me like you used to. I hated that and it confused me. And you left again and I was- Fuck I don't know. And then you came back again with that deranged mother fucker and you were fucking dating him!"
He took a moment to pause, to collect himself.
"But after Ino's party, you told me you hated him and I was... I was relieved." He sighed irritatedly pulling his hair back with his fingers. "And then the next thing I know, he's in your bed with you and I... I couldn't take that for a second. I snapped. I can't take that he hurts you, forces you, and upsets you. It makes me want to kill him on the spot... So if you would just tell me how to get rid of him, and by that I mean, tell me where that scroll is, we can end this."
When she opened her mouth to speak, Sasuke suddenly met his lips with hers. Kissing her deeply and forcefully. It was before she could react that he pulled her small frame against the core of his body. The strong arms wrapped themselves around her as her state of inhibition was released. He deepened the kiss, his eyes shut tight, imagining, absorbing that moment.
Now, it was up to her to decide what to do next.
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