Chapter Twenty-Eight
Situation
This is what I brought you
This you can keep
This is what I brought
You may forget me
I promise to depart
Just promise one thing
Kiss my eyes
And lay me to sleep – AFI; Miss Murder Intro (Video)
-Situation-
She stopped, clutching at her side, breathing heavily and trying to regain a steady heartbeat.
She was so stupid! How could she forget her heart was already in poor condition? And she didn't mean just emotionally. Her heart was literally not doing so well. She could feel it slamming against her ribcage painfully.
She had to heave in air to equate the amount of a regular breath. She shook her head, feeling dizzy and weak. Her breathing was shallow and labored, and still she found it hard to get a good breath in. She still felt like she was suffocating. She let herself lean against the old brick of the building next to her, and clutched at her shirt over her heart.
The beats were raging and hard and they just hurt.
"Fuck!"
She dropped to the ground onto her bottom, her legs drawn up sideways. She continued to clutch at her shirt.
The sun had begun setting a few minutes ago. She was stupid to have run off alone knowing full well hundreds of people wanted her dead. But hey, she never went anywhere without a weapon. As a matter of fact, she still had a pouch full of them strapped to her thigh. The reason for that being she never got to finish her fight with Kankuro.
"All because Neji couldn't stop being a jealous bastard ass!"
She immediately regretted yelling out like that, and let out a small gasp as she grabbed at her heart.
Oh great; now her lungs burned too.
"Fuck my life," she said to herself.
Of course, she wasn't expecting anyone to hear her.
"That can easily be arranged."
Her eyes shot open and she was instantly on her feet, completely forgetting that she still had trouble breathing. There was a sharp, wicked, male laugh from the shadows of the street in front of her. Her pupils dilated to their full nine millimeters, trying to see through the darkness to who could be there with her, threatening her.
The stranger stepped out of the shadows slowly, first feet, then legs, then torso, chest, neck, and then finally the face. He was a bit silhouetted against the setting sun, but she could make out his face just fine.
His steps over to her were slow as well, a cocky saunter that sent off one message;
I got you now. You can't get away.
She nipped her lip nervously.
The odds were stacked entirely against her. She was out of breath, her heart's condition wasn't too great, she could feel it hammering against her chest. She was running out of energy; it was leaving her at an increasingly rapid rate. Her gun was in the house she'd just run away from, and there was no way she could make it there without being caught and killed.
And this guy.
Why this guy was the same one that had tried to rape her.
And now he had a gun.
And he was slowly bringing it to her head.
The cold barrel met her forehead and she took in yet another shaky, deep breath. She pressed herself back against the wall to put some distance between them. He didn't seem to mind the extra space himself and stepped back so he could still touch the gun to her forehead at arm's length. "Good idea; I wouldn't want the bullet to bounce back before I had time to duck and not get shot."
His smirk was cocky and triumphant and he was reveling in the fact that he had her trapped. He leaned in so that his face was just centimeters away from her, bending his arm and sliding the gun over to her temple.
She closed her eyes and swallowed the bile in the back of her throat down, taking in a breath.
Slowly, so subtly that he couldn't see what she was doing, she lowered her hand to her thigh, lifting the skirt in the slightest and reaching into the pouch strapped there. She tucked her finger into the hole of the top of the kunai, where it was lifted by, and brought it up slightly. Then she twisted it so that the point was facing behind her, toward the wall, and wrapped her hand around the grip. The feel of the bandages around the cold metal was an instant calm for her.
Her breathing came just a bit more regularly and her heartbeat calmed down.
That is, before the adrenaline hit her.
She could feel it. It broke through the glands and coursed through her veins like wild fire. She focused on the dark behind the boy before her, trying to keep her pupils dilated, as if she were still having trouble breathing, keeping her energy up.
He bought it, and slowly, he pulled back the safety on the gun. It gave a click that seemed to echo around the entire block.
She widened her eyes in false horror. But the falseness of that horror slowly dissipated and turned into true terror. What she was about to do could very well be the end of her.
But it could also save her life.
That in mind, she kept her "scared" trembling up as he brought his face just a little closer than it already was to hers. His smirk widened as he whispered, "You're mine."
There was a double meaning in that, she could feel it, could sense it there.
He didn't just mean that he had her cornered.
He bent to bring his lips down to hers.
That was when she made her move.
She ducked under his lips, feeling the adrenaline finally take over. Her legs were no longer sore, her heart didn't hurt, no matter how hard it was slamming against her chest. She hit her elbow against his gut. Then, with a movement faster than lightning, kicked him in the exact spot she'd just elbowed him in.
He let out a sharp cry in pain and fell back on his ass, the wind knocked out of him as she put her knife out in front of her, getting into her stance. He raised the gun and she chucked the kunai at it.
The point slid into the barrel, easily getting stuck there.
She smirked at him, despite the fact that even with all the adrenaline in her blood, she still felt pretty drained.
He looked at the gun, let out a fierce growl, and then tossed it aside uncaringly before he charged at her, pulling back a fist.
She simply gave him a slightly out-of-breath smirk as she pulled another kunai out of her pouch.
Good, she thought. I could use someone to take my frustration out on.
-Situation-
Sakura
When I hit the ground, it was back first, and it knocked the wind right out of me, sending gray dots dancing in front of my eyes. I struggled to get in a breath, flailing all around and rolling over onto my stomach. I shook my head as I finally gasped in some air, and rolled out of the way of Sasuke's feet as he jumped out the window.
A two story drop, and he landed on his feet as gracefully as a cat. I swear, he didn't seem fazed at all about the fact that he'd jumped about twenty-four feet down from the second floor of an abandoned house to the backyard.
I glared at him as I jumped back up onto my feet, getting into a stance that wasn't one necessarily for offense, but more for defense.
He soooo was not going to get to me this time. And I was going to make sure of that.
His smirk was still going strong from the fact that he'd managed to push me out the house. I glared at him. "What the hell did you push me out the window for?" He shrugged nonchalantly. "I didn't want anyone interrupting our little talk. I don't know if you noticed, but your little boyfriend was in the house while we were up on the second floor.
My eyes widened and I shook my head. "What the hell? How did Kankuro get in?"
His eyes flashed dangerously, although I couldn't exactly see why. It wasn't like I'd said anything offensive to him. It was gone in an instant, and he said simply, "You kicked the door down, stupid." I ignored the stupid remark and looked away sheepishly. "Oh…right."
I swear, thinking back on it, I could see just how similar that little intermission between our fight was to the old days. I'd miss something that was obvious and right in front of me, given to me, and then Sasuke would point it out and make a snide remark.
But he used to laugh before. That was the difference.
Now he didn't bother smiling. All he did was smirk.
I glared at him as he took a few steps toward me. I wasn't going to step back. He could try to kiss me all he wanted. I'd turn my head and ignore him; but I wouldn't back away.
You little liar, I thought to myself. You know you're not going to turn your head; you're going to kiss him right back.
Oh shut the hell up, I screamed at my mind as he inched toward me, sauntering in an uncaring grace that made me want to melt to my knees.
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh, I see you're not backing up this time." I gave him a stern look. "Damn right I'm not." His smirk was questionable, seeing as he should've been disappointed that he wasn't getting to me. All he did was raise a hand and push me back. I stumbled back a few steps, my eyes widening in shock, as I gained my balance again and took a step back on my own.
Then I gave him a glare that would've killed him if looks could do such a thing. "What the hell was that for?" He took a few more steps toward me, closing the short distance that he'd managed to create. He raised his eyebrow now. "I pushed you because I wanted to." I frowned. "But why?" He took yet another step toward me and I swear if I looked straight, my face would be in his chest.
Man, that was tempting. But I had to keep control and restrain myself, because if I didn't, I'm pretty sure I would kiss him right there.
He pushed me back again before I even had time to take a breath, and my back came into contact with something hard and rough. It messed up my breathing for a few seconds, but I easily gained control again and looked up at Sasuke.
He was right in my face, his nose almost touching mine. His hands were on each side of my head, forming a barricade. I couldn't see to either side, and I felt cut off from everything but him.
His smell, I had to admit, was pretty intoxicating. It was an oddly pleasant mixture of water and cologne. I bit my lip and bowed my head slightly. He brought his right hand over to cup my chin, taking control of how my neck and jaw moved, and made me look up at him. "Like I said, I wanted to. Now tell me Sakura, does this look familiar?"
Actually yes, this did seem quite familiar.
It reminded me of the day that he'd kissed me under the cherry tree, only then we had been sitting.
And back then, we had been close.
I bit my lip and shook my head, not trying to let him see that he was slowly getting to me again. "No; it's not familiar at all. Why? Do you remember something like this happening?" His smirk widened a fraction before he picked me up and pushed me up against the tree, holding me up by my thighs. I automatically leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, letting out a small scream.
Although wrapping my arms around him wasn't the smartest thing to do, it felt like a good idea at the time so that I wouldn't fall. But now I could see my mistake.
My boobs were now right in his face, and my legs were wrapped around his waist. My lips were currently pressed to his head.
And I could feel him smirking into my chest.
"Frisky, aren't we?"
I leaned back, glaring at him and crossing my arms over my chest, trying, and failing, to hide the deep blush that lit up my face. "Oh, fuck up Uchiha! That was your fault! You know you can't scare me like that!"
At least I hoped he knew…
He gave an empty, humorless chuckle, and raised an eyebrow at me. I frowned slightly and turned my head away.
Warm lips touched the skin of my neck, leaving tingles wherever they touched. "That isn't going to help you, Sakura," he said between kisses. "As a matter of fact, that just makes this easier." He let me go, making sure my feet were on the ground, and also making sure to not stop trailing kisses along my neck and collarbones. He lifted his hand to my shirt and slipped down the shoulder, kissing the smooth skin there.
My breath hitched in my throat, and I swear I just shut down and froze. I know I should've done something, but I simply couldn't. He was just so damn toxic, and I just wanted him to stop, but at the same time, I wanted him to go on. I let out a breath that I didn't even know I'd been holding, and I swear I heard a whine in it. He chuckled again and trailed kisses up to along my jaw. I resisted the urge to entangle my fingers through his hair.
Temptation's a bitch, isn't it?
"Go ahead, Sakura. I know you want to," he whispered softly in my ear. I swear that voice sent chills down my spine. He wrapped his arms around my waist and tilted me back slightly, exposing more of my neck. He continued to trail kisses along there, down to between my collarbones, and then right back up to end just below my lips. And again, I say the words I swear; my lips quivered in excitement, and I hated to admit it to myself, but I really wanted to kiss him.
"Go ahead," he repeated, and slipped the bra-strap that was showing down to my upper-arm, along with the sleeve of my shirt. I bit my lip so hard against the temptation that I drew blood.
But biting my lip wasn't enough.
He brought up his lips and let his tongue lap out once against the blood. That sent me reeling, and I swear I was so intoxicated by his lips so near mine that I lost my control.
I opened my mouth and kissed him at the same time he opened his mouth and kissed me. My hands automatically found themselves tangled up in his hair, and he tightened his hold on me, pulling me closer. His tongue touched mine, and that was all I felt before the world melted away.
xXOXx
Surrender
Relaxation
Absolute trust
Need
Love
Those were the five main components of the kiss they shared at the moment, and they were being given off from both sides, not just the pinkette that Sasuke currently held in his arms.
He could've stayed that way all night. Hell, he would've liked to stay that way for all of eternity.
But he broke their kiss, and started trailing lighter ones along her neck and shoulder again. She turned her head away from him, giving him more access to the porcelain of her throat. He kissed along her collarbone and under her chin. He brought his hand up to slip the other sleeve and bra strap off her shoulder, and she didn't do a thing to stop him.
Better for me, he thought to himself.
He'd gotten her twice; tricked the genius that this girl was, and in the end, gotten what he'd wanted.
He was kissing her, holding her, showing her his love in the only way he could; through his lips. He'd wanted this so bad; he'd needed this. He knew she found him intoxicating, but really, from what he could see, it was the other way around. He was merely an addict to her drug, to her love, and kept demanding more of it. And she was compassionate enough to let him. She didn't mind. She loved it, as a matter of fact. He knew because he could feel her.
He could feel her pain and sorrow melting away, even if it was for just that one moment in time. He felt the remnants of her heartache evaporate up into the air around them, ready to crash down when reality imposed on them once again. Clearing up all of the pain she'd been feeling had given way to a shining, golden cave of love so bright it blinded him and healed the pain in his own heart.
Just earlier, he wouldn't have even thought of acknowledging her for the sake of losing his mindset and going back to her. Now, that was all he wanted to think about.
He wanted to leave Orochimaru so badly it hurt; wanted to be with this pinkette who had a permanent hold on his heart, whether he wanted it or not. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, even though he was sure that with what he was doing, his life could be ended any day now.
Still, it didn't matter; he was going to tell her.
Wait, NO! Get a hold of yourself, Sasuke! He practically yanked himself away from her, realizing at last that he was really short of breath.
He breathed heavily, as did the blushing pinkette before him. Whether she was blushing from his kisses or the lack of oxygen that it left both of them with, he didn't know. Still, she looked mesmerizingly beautiful to him. He shook his head, playing it all off with a slightly cocky smirk.
"Sakura, Sakura, Sakura; I'm ashamed. You gave up so easily." He let out a small laugh that chilled even him down to his bones. His arms were still wrapped firmly around her waist and it didn't seem as though she planned on removing her own arms from around his neck either. Their breaths mingled in the chilly night air around them, coming out as mist.
In response to his cocky statement, she lifted her leg and kicked him in the shin, crossing her arms over her chest and blushing a deeper shade of pink, although she was giving him one of the most hurtful and menacing death glares he had ever received in his life. He raised an eyebrow, ignoring the pain that radiated from his tibia down to his foot and then back up to his thigh. He simply tightened his hold around her, putting on a flirty smile. "Sakura, that hurt. It didn't just hurt my leg, it hurt my feelings."
Her glare intensified tenfold. "Oh screw you, Uchiha!"
"Are you offering?" He grinned cockily before continuing what he was saying before. "But no really, you hurt my feelings. So I'm not letting you go until you apologize." His pinkette's face turned into one of complete disbelief. "Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me! I don't want to be like this! You might as well kill me because I don't want to apologize to your bastard ass!"
There was a twinkle in her eye, one that sent him an obvious message.
"I'd rather die in your arms than apologize for making you feel a fraction of the pain you made me feel."
She closed her eyes, and he realized he'd been gazing into them. He could feel her reprimanding herself for letting that message show through.
Why do things have to be like this, Sasuke asked himself, placing his cheek gently on Sakura's head. Why do I have to suffer because of my past? Why can't I learn to get the fuck over it and forgive?
It's because I'm Sasuke Fucking Uchiha; I have no right to be happy. Maybe in a past life, I was the murderer or thief or abusive bastard…There's got to be some explanation for why I can never have happiness in my life. "Why is the universe so cruel," he murmured, forgetting for a moment that the pinkette in his arms could hear him.
Well it wasn't his fault that she'd become as stiff as board when he'd laid his cheek on her head.
He could feel her grab his shirt tightly, forgetting herself that for that moment, they were to be enemies. "I don't know," she murmured back, resting her cheek against his chest. "All I know is that I'm tired of it…" Her answer caught him off guard; not because she answered his question with a confession but because of the way she said it.
There had been thick emotion in her voice as she had said it, and he could feel just how much her heart had been through in her life. It made him wince to himself and pull her tighter.
Without conscious thought, he let out the one thing on his mind;
"Sakura, I love you."
She went rigid in his arms again, letting go of his shirt but letting her hands rest upon his chest. "W-what?" Her voice shook slightly, in shock, disbelief, and sadness. "What'd you say?"
Oh fuck I'm screwed.
Well the cat was out of the bag; he might as well tell her everything.
"I love you. Look I know you've got this new dude and he seems like a dick to me, but maybe it's just because I'm jealous or whatever, even though he most definitely resembles a dick, and you love the guy and probably never loved me or anything similar to that like you said you did, but I still love you; I've always loved you. You're my world Sakura. Everything I do is for you, regardless of how much it hurts, it pays off in the long run. You're the reason for everything I do; you're the reason I fight, you're the reason I'm alive. You're the reason that it hurts so much to be away from you and the gangs and the reason for the happiness I felt when I was with you guys.
"To me, you're like cotton candy at a carnival. You're like a gem that's simply priceless to me, and I could never replace you, no matter how many times I try. You have a grip on my heart that no one else has ever had before and I'm begging you to forgive me Sakura; I love you too much to let you go and walk away from everything. I swear, regardless of whether you hate me, love me, like me, can't stand the sight of me, want me dead, I will always love you. To me, you're my Cherry Blossom; you're the love of my life, and I swear I'll never let you go." He tightened his arms around her, as if to emphasize his point, noting briefly afterward the he was tearing and that his voice had broken throughout the entire confession.
On a normal day, something like that would've bruised the Old Sasuke Uchiha's ego.
But today was no normal day.
And Sasuke was different now.
There was absolute silence; absolute stillness for what, to Sasuke, seemed like centuries, but was really just a few awkward minutes.
Finally, the pretty petite pinkette in his arms let out a small sigh that shook her shoulders. She laid her head on his chest as she sighed, and soon he could feel the wetness of her tears soaking through his shirt. He pulled her even tighter against himself as her muffled sobs escaped, shaking her shoulders.
As Sasuke Uchiha himself wept silently into her hair.
Tenten
A grin crossed my features as I brought my knife around and sliced the four fingers that Zaku had aimed at my face just below the knuckles. He howled in pain and clutched his hand as the blood dripped down between his fingers and made dark red trails down his forearms.
He glared at me intensely and reached for a knife in his pocket. I let him, I didn't mind. It wasn't like he could beat me anyway.
I had perfect accuracy. He had one mean obsession with me and an equally annoying boner with that. Really, how much harm could he do with that (other than the obvious idea of rape; which he'd already tried and failed)?
But still…
I chewed my lip nervously. My heart was still weak, especially after all that sprinting I'd done down the last three to four miles from the house. I was still short of breath from all the sprinting and my heart was beating so fast that I barely had enough time to get my oxygen in. To top it all off, my energy reserves were at an all time low. I was sure that if it wasn't for the adrenaline that my enzymes were constantly releasing, I would've passed out right then and there and been the perfect target for Zaku to try and rape and kill.
Of course he was so disgusting he probably would've done the latter first, just so he could feel me up without any fear of me waking up.
The thought repulsed me completely, to the point where it was what would eventually keep me conscious for as long as it did.
He came at me again, attempting a slice down my face, which I blocked easily with my own kunai. I smirked at him from the proximity, knowing exactly what to do to throw his concentration. I winked, letting out a little laugh, before tripping him down. His back hit the asphalt hard, and I saw that it threw his breathing pattern off for a hot second.
I gave him a grin that was just as cocky as it was triumphant. I chucked the kunai at him and smirked when it scraped through all seven layers of the skin of his arm and went right down the good stuff (the white meat).
He let out a long, menacing and pained hiss and grabbed at his injured arm with his injured hand.
I swear, all that blood made me sick to my stomach. It wasn't just because it was blood though; it was because it was Zaku's blood, therefore making it poisonous to any human who touched it. I mean seriously, he had to find somebody to try and rape while I was gone, so my guess was Ami and her girls had let him do it as a way of officially forming their alliance and they were all deese-gust-TING! So I had a feeling that Zaku himself was a walking STD.
Fighting back a wave of nausea, I sauntered over to him, switching my hips purposefully just to toy with him a bit. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did I do that?" He glared up at me from his kneeling position, probably looking more so up my skirt than up at me face.
Whatever; it didn't matter because in the next second I gave him a very nice view as I lifted my leg and kicked him upside the chin. He fell back onto his back (heehee) and gasped for air through what I imagined must've been an incredibly terrible pain in his underside chin.
Good. I hoped he felt that.
"That was payback for trying to rape me, you bastard ass!"
He glared at me as I, in a movement quicker than the speed of light, pulled out a kunai and put the point to his head. It touched the skin of his forehead, making a small, hole-shaped cut appear and lead a trail of blood down between his eyes. His glare intensified at me, sending dark chills down my spine.
"Oh, are you mad? I'm sorry; I'm really such a lady."
I kicked him in the nose this time, not feeling an ounce of regret.
"But you deserve the pain, you fucking dumb bastard ass bitch!"
Okay so I called a boy a bitch; sue me it happens.
But I couldn't think of a good rhyme to insult him!
Gosh, people could be so pressuring these days.
What he did next, though, angered me before it terrified the shit outta me; like I swear it made me stomach drop to my feet.
He pulled out a second gun and pointed it at my crotch.
And then he smirked at me.
"This was supposed to be mine right here," he said, speaking to me about my crotch as if discussing how he'd come in second place even though he should've come in first and the trophy should've been his.
Well in this case, he was the sore second-place loser, Neji was the winner, and my virginity was the trophy…even if Neji had never claimed his prize.
"I should've owned this a long time ago; but someone stepped in and took it away from me. Then when I tried to take it back, they shot me down. That's just not fair. I was just reclaiming what was rightfully mine."
Okay, by this point it had angered me again. "Oh shut the fuck up with your damn bullshit! My virginity is not a prize to either you or Neji, so get the fuck over your damn pathetic ass, STD infested, dirty ass self! My virginity is mine and mine only, and when I decide to give it up, it'll be to the one someone that I love, not someone that wants to rape me! And don't be mad because that someone might be Neji instead of you! You wanna fuck somebody, go fuck yourself and then die or something because frankly, I'm am fucking tired of - !"
I never got to finish that last sentence.
At that precise moment, while I had completely forgotten that I had a knife to this guy's forehead, Zaku had pulled back the trigger. I'd reacted at the last minute and made a slight evasion to the side, lifting my leg in a movement as quick as lightning.
The loud BANG resounded along the entire, abandoned block as I flew back from the force of the bullet, pain erupting someplace lower than my waist and radiating all over my lower half. The pain was so immense, and my body was so weak, that I didn't have the slightest idea where the pain was originating from; meaning I had no idea where I'd been shot.
Oh please, I thought to myself, please don't let him have shot me where he was aiming for. I was begging to the stars to help me. I planned on actually having children. PLEASE! It sounded desperate, even to me.
I meant to let out a big scream, but my voice came out in a harsh, hoarse whisper as Zaku sauntered over to me, grinning. "Gotcha," he said cockily, clicking the safety back onto his gun. He then crouched down and did the most disgusting thing of my life.
He kissed me, and I swear I tasted the mirth and triumph that he felt at the moment. I tried to turn my head away, but it felt too heavy on my neck, and I was scared it would snap off. Speaking of my head, there was something warm and moist wetting my hair in the back, but I was too drowsy to think at the moment. All I wanted to do was close my eyes and go to sleep, to give into the darkness that was coming in around me from all sides.
The last thing I felt was Zaku picking me up and putting me into a dark, wide alley that wasn't even close to a single streetlamp. The last thing I saw was Zaku running out into the graying light under the moon, covered in blood, around the corner of the block and out of sight overall. The last thing I heard before he went out of earshot was a cry of, "You're mine," before I faded out and gave into the darkness.
xXOXx
Sasuke let his tears fall into the silk of the his pinkette's hair, occasionally kissing her on the head and repeating over and over how much he loved her, how she was his world, how she was his reason for life. She simply continued to sob into his shirt. She had cried so many tears that he was sure it would take a while before his shirt dried fully. He didn't care. He just stood there whispering sweet nothings into her hair as she wept, comforting her, mending her heart, as well as mending his own.
After what seemed like an eternity, she allowed herself to stop crying, her sobs turning into wet little hiccups. She pulled away from him, wiping at her eyes before resting her hands on his arms. She looked up at him, eyes red-rimmed but not puffy. Her nose was a shade darker than her hair. She probably thought she looked a mess, but he found her just as gorgeous as ever. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead; that forehead that she hated so much.
"A kiss to mark my signature on that billboard brow," he said simply, and she laughed softly at that, color coming up into her cheeks.
How he'd missed that laugh.
She opened those gorgeous eyes of hers wide, and he could see bits and pieces of the old sparkle and shine that those gems of hers used to possess. But still, just those bits and pieces made his heart soar to great lengths.
He'd made her truly smile after what had felt like an eternity to him. That old sparkle had begun to come back, and even though it wasn't much, it completely made his night.
He could see that she believed him, that she'd known, somewhere in those deep depths of her mind, that he had loved her the entire time. But that didn't stop the face from coming.
Her smile fell, and it seemed as though she was slowly thinking. Sasuke noticed that face. He'd seen it before. She was beginning to figure something out. And once something started Sakura off, nothing would be able to stop her until she figured it out.
Well if she figured out his plan, what would be so bad about it? She already knew that he loved her unconditionally; how could it get worse than that?
She'll get hurt; she'll be in danger, his conscious whispered to him. That made him want to chew his lip in thought, but he was Sasuke Uchiha, and he never chewed his lip. So he said simply, "What?" Of course he would question her, get whatever was bugging her out of it, throw her focus off of the subject so that she wouldn't get suspicious.
"Well…" Her emerald orbs looked to the side as she used those perfect white teeth of hers to bite her plump, bright-pink lips. "Hey, save me the lip-biting," Sasuke said playfully, smirking at her as she turned her eyes on him, showing him a playful "shut up" with her emeralds. He placed his hand on her cheek. "No, really, Sakura, what's wrong?" She let out a small sigh, sadness filling those gorgeous green eyes of hers.
"It's just that…if you've loved me this whole time, why didn't you just tell me? That way I wouldn't have had to be such a little bitch and mope about it all damn day like a hungry baby! A single, "I love you," would've been nice! Why did you suddenly come to confess now?" Her expression turned guarded. "You're not trying to trick me are you? Because I swear, Sasuke, if you trick me again I am going to kick your ass!" He heaved a sigh.
Right, he should've thought about her getting suspicious after such an abrupt confession.
"And I swear that I'm not trying to trick you Sakura. I really do love you." He leaned down and kissed her forehead again. She let out a small breath, a breath that brought with it a gorgeous smile. She turned those blazing eyes of green on him and kissed him lightly on the lips. "It's nice to actually hear you say it. But still…" She frowned again, pursing those cute, plump lips of hers.
If he would just lean down, his lips would be against hers again and he would drown out her words, make her forget all about her pain and questions.
But still, he was Sasuke Fucking Uchiha. And the girl in his arms was Sakura Genius Haruno. She would still find some time to think about the situation at hand at the moment, and that wasn't good for Sasuke.
"Are you having doubts about your sexual preference Sakura?"
Well, when in a bad situation, crack a joke to ease inner tension; right?
She slapped him lightly on the arm. "No; I like boys, no questioning that. What I am questioning, Sasuke is your liability. Why the sudden confession? I really want to know!" Behind her curiosity, Sasuke could sense a small bead of desperation. She wanted to believe that he loved her, she did believe it, and she was hoping that there was no reason to feel guilty for loving him back.
He smiled at her, something he rarely did, and said, "Because I've gone through hell and back in the last week, and it was all because you were acting like you hated me." Sakura frowned. He could see the happiness in her eyes, but he could also see the probing nature of her curiosity still lingering. "But then, if you felt so bad why didn't you just come back?"
He frowned himself and turned his head away. "I can't…" It was a mutter, a very soft one at that, but she still caught it.
"Why not," she asked, placing her hand on his cheek and turning his head to look at her again. He fought the urge to heave a sigh and averted his gaze downward. "Because if I come back, you'll be in danger." That seemed to irk her, because her eyebrow twitched into her frown. "And how would I be in danger? Have you seen me fight?" He gave her another one of his rare smiles and removed her hand from his cheek, putting his own on the porcelain skin of hers and stroking it with his thumb softly. "I've seen you fight," he said. "You can kick ass when you want to. What I'm saying though is that, even with how you and the girls fight, this could kill you. The kind of danger you would be in would be really, really bad."
She pursed her lips into her frown, and Sasuke could sense the rebuttal that she was forming in her mind. He smirked and kissed her on the forehead again.
How he loved doing that.
"Listen, I won't tell you what exactly is going on, even though you look like you have an idea of what it is. But I'm going to let you figure it out if you can." She let out an aggravated sigh. "You love me, but you still won't tell me anything." She dropped her gaze. He laid his cheek against the top of her head. 'Well that's because before I was scared to tell you a thing because I was scared of what you would think."
"Is there much of a difference now," she grumbled into the crook of his neck. He didn't move, but he did reply. "There is," he said. "Now I'm scared to tell you because I'm terrified of the consequences." She pushed herself away from him, not trying to get away, but to meet his gaze. "What consequences?" He frowned.
"I'm terrified of what might happen to you."
xXOXx
He was stupid.
He was so stupid.
How he hated his stupidity and how stupid it could lead him to be sometimes.
He took a sharp turn around the corner, head turning left and right for any sight of his, now possibly ex-girlfriend. And he hated the fact that he saw nothing. He didn't see a single strand of wavy, brown hair, or a pair of chocolate panda buns or cute, accented eyes. There wasn't a single trace of tan skin or even a trail of kunai embedded into walls.
"Oh great; the one time we actually worry about her, she's left absolutely no trace," he muttered grumpily to himself. How he wanted to find her and apologize, and just hold her and tell her that it'd be okay. His arms ached just at the thought.
What if something bad happened to her?
He wouldn't be able to live with himself. It was just the thought of her in trouble, or in pain, and it sent shivers down his spine. Her heart was bad enough as it is, and she ran out off the block like an Olympic track star.
He fought the urge to bite his lip as he stopped for a moment to catch his breath.
Fuck all living things and their need for oxygen.
His breathing was labored as he leaned up against the side of a crumbling, old brick building and threw his head back, eyes closed tightly as he struggled to keep a steady heartbeat and control his oxygen levels. A frustrated growl escaped him without his conscious control, and he brought his hand up to punch the brick with the side of his fist. "Fuck my life," he said.
He shook his head, slowly gaining control over his lungs once again. His breathing slowed greatly, back to its normal, steady rhythm, and he could feel his heart beating at its original pace again. He opened his eyes, ignoring the sweat that had beaded on his forehead, and let his arm drop down to his side again. He scratched himself with the brick, little light scrapes that brought blood nonetheless. But he honestly didn't care. He just wanted to find her.
"Where the hell is she," he asked himself in a frustrated tone.
As if a sign, a loud, resounding cough broke through the silence of the dark, slightly chilly morning. He frowned to himself, slipped his gun out of its holster, and strained his ears. The cough hadn't sounded too far, but it had been faint. He took a few, careful and quiet steps toward the corner at the other end. Another cough resounded, although this time, it seemed a little louder. "It's this way," he said to himself softly, pulling back the safety on his gun. It clicked in what had to be to him the loudest sound he could've heard in the past fifteen minutes.
Being careful to not make a sound, he edged his way around the corner, keeping his back pressed against the cold brick of another building, gun drawn and facing up just inches away from his face. His breath misted out in front of him from the chill, but it didn't faze him for a second.
The next cough made him tense slightly. It sounded wet and gurgled, but that much louder.
I must be close.
"But it sounds like the person's throwing up." He frowned and took a few more steps along the side of the building. He stopped short, however, when the side he'd been inching along finished. Annoyance flooded through him at the empty air on his back.
Not once did it occur to him that there might've been an alley behind him. He was currently focusing on the sole streetlamp on the street. It flickered and teased, lighting only a small diameter of the street. There were at least five other streetlamps, but even from his distance away from all of them, he could tell that they had been shattered.
It didn't matter; he had strong eyes. He could see in the moonlight alone.
Although the extra light would've been nice.
The next cough very nearly made him jump. It did make him turn and point his gun into the alleyway. It had come from right behind him.
This one was really loud, and really wet and gurgled, just like the one before had been. For the first time, Neji could hear a sort of ragged, choked breathing. He glared into the darkness before him, feeling mocked by the fact that he couldn't see a damn thing now. The moonlight didn't reach far into the alley, although it did light it up just the slightest. The moon was still pretty high in the sky, even though it was to start making its slow, long descent down, pulling the sun back up.
It was half past three in the morning, and that damn breathing was aggravating him.
"Whoever it is, I might as well put them out of their misery," he said to himself, taking cautious, sauntering steps forward. It didn't matter that he was trying to be quiet, his steps still echoed loudly against the brick of the two buildings that made the alleyway. He cursed the laws of physics and the sound vibrations in the alley as he made his way to whoever was there with him.
Fingering his trigger lightly, he extended his arm to point at a figure strewn on the floor on its back, its chest heaving heavily.
His eyes slowly adjusted to the dark surroundings. As soon as he caught good sight of what was before him, he felt his blood run ice-cold.
The blood on this person ran silver under the little moonlight that broke into the alley, pouring from lips that were now a dead red due to the amount of blood that had obviously left its original place in the being's veins. The skin was chalky, so pale it was almost translucent, although it was just as fair as it had been in its original color.
The dark lashes of the person on the street seemed like little black lines drawn on a blank piece of printer paper against the person's cheeks. The body was curved, slightly in the shirt, inward at the waist, then out wide again into full hips, which held up the slate school uniform skirt, defining the person as female. There was blood soaking the skirt from what Neji could see in the little moonlight, and it dripped down in dry streaks along the leg that was thick with the natural curves of the body. On the feet was a pair of black converse.
Oh, please, don't let this be…
But he didn't need to finish his sentence. Once he took a few more steps, he could make out the face of the person much more clearly than just being able to see the eyelashes on the sallow skin. The sight of it made him drop down to his knees and drop his gun. It made him crawl over to the girl, automatically making him feel weak with how overwhelming it was.
As soon as he reached her, he extended his hand and cupped her cheek.
It was just as cold as his blood had been at the sight of her.
He brought his thumb up and lifted back the top eyelid, opening her eye. It wasn't flat, which made his breath hitch in his throat. The pupil was dilated, but there was no mistaking that it was a deep, kind chocolate brown out along the iris.
Brown, not gray.
She was still alive.
But with her condition, she could've gone at any moment.
He glanced upward, and brushed the equally brown bangs out of those accented eyes of hers.
He was still praying to the stars that it wasn't her, but he didn't need to look up at the girl's hair to confirm his thoughts.
He saw the twin, panda buns on the top of her head, and immediately his world was thrown into anguish.
Mua ha ha ha ha ha
I threw in a cliffhanger ;D (lOl evil face)
- Okay so I know I promised to put this up yesterday and I'm like SMH at myself lOl but it's up now ^_^ and I hoped you liked it lOl
And now, you'll have to wait a week in order to be able to read what happens next; cus I'm just that evil - Mua hahaha lOl xD
Anyway, I know this is probably a bad thing to put up about Tenten on 1O/1O/2O1O (heehee) but since I forgot to put it up yesterday, I figured I'd just put it up today :D lOl.
So yeaa... lOl that's about it for my mini rant.
- xoxo ; Kiki
P.S (Again): Just a warning; the next chapter will have you going "HOLY SHIT" through most of it lOl.
Just thought I should let you know ;D
