AN:/I'm dying and this fic is going down with me. I feel increasingly deterred whenever I update something now so I'm going to try and rush for the ending within this year. My other projects will have to languish for a bit longer before I can justify the attention.
Disclaimer:/As I have said before I,do not own Naruto or anything in the Naruto world, but you should know that I do own this storiy and it's plot line so please don't steal it! (© Copyright 2007 Vesper chan (FictionPress ID:562926). All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Vesper chan.) Now it is legal!
Warning/ Lots and lots of OOC in this story. There will be no one in character at all throughout this story...'cept maybe Dei kun and Naruto.
Chapter Seventeen
Fix it, already!
recap
"All of you are connected to Sakura via your chakra, she holds it all. But after the heeling her coils are undergoing their natural repair and can not be disrupted. If this only meant you couldn't use any of your chakra that would be easy enough, but what this means is that you all," she paused to breath. "Can not stray a certian distance from Sakura least her coils go into shock again. For some like Kimimaro, this means he won't be able to go into the next room without Sakura. This is only for a day, two at most, but still..."
There was more silence before Sasori spoke up. "Then that means he has to sleep right next to her?"
"Yeah, probably."
"Shit."
And just like Neji thought, shit was a perfect description of the new development that now took hold of his love's living arrangements. The first day wasn't quiet so bad because Sakura was terribly drained from the stain her body was recovering from, and slept a great deal with the white haired freak by her side. By the time she woke up her coils had adapted enough to separate herself from him by an entire room and a half before going into minor shock. Still, he couldn't stray much farther than that even if he wanted to and believe it, that was that last thing Kimmy boy wanted.
"He looks like a slug. A big fat slithering slug that can't separate from what its slimed on," Neji huffed, annoyed by the developments. He had been knocked out because of the fangirls and the forgotten member for most of the last chapter("I hate you Vesper chan!") and was having a hard time adjusting to the changes.
The sun with rising in the sky with early morning, flooding the room with a light butter yellow color. A few of the other males had discovered video games thanks to the two adults, and were currently absorbed with the object. Naruto, Gaara, Sasuke and Deidara were all doing something together. Kisame watched with Hidan while Itachi, Sasori and Pein faked reading to stare at Sakura over their books.
What did you call a dude that does that again? Oh yeah, a pedophile.
Sakura was in the kitchen spooning through a bowl of soggy cereal. She didn't seem to have much of an appetite and everyone seemed to notice. Kimimaro stood beside the pale pink haired girl, content with doing nothing else aside from breath. Neji considered that foolish. If he had the same excuse that white haired jerk had of staying close to Sakura's side he would have used every advantage possible to woo her.
Neji sighed to himself from the kitchen table, his cheeks pink with the thought. He imagined himself seated across from his love spoon feeding her delicious things that made her swoon and coo with delight. In his inner musing Sakura told him time and time again how much she adored him, how she loved him, how she wanted no other but him, how she-
"I could make toast," Kimimaro offered, poking Sakura's bowl with a finger. The mixture inside sloshed around unpleasantly. How did Sakura turn into a health nut overnight?
"It's not that," she sighed. Neji longed to chase away her worries and scoop up her sighs.
"Are you still sick?" he asked, still poking her bowl. Annoying prick.
"I don't know. The thought of eating anything repulses me, but I feel hungry at the same time. Maybe it's just an upset stomach." Without saying anything more she dumped the contents of her breakfast into the sink and washed it down the drain.
Deciding to be brave, Neji ventured a suggestion. "If you are well enough for it, perhaps some warm tea would calm your stomach. If you can't eat anything it isn't so big a deal as long as you stay hydrated. I could make some for you, my family excelled in the art."
Sakura looked up and smiled. Neji felt his heart hammer in his chest like crazy. It seemed impossible to be feeling the way he felt towards someone for little reason. He loved Sakura and though she was beautifle inside and out, but there were other factors in his obsession with her he could not identify. Either way, he was in love and dangerously so. Kimimaro looked displeased with the attention his love interest gave to another man and that made Neji rejoice all the more. The white slug thing could crawl under a rock and die for all anyone cared.
"Thanks Neji. You know, that sounds like a good idea. I think I'll take you up on your offer if you don't mind."
"It's no trouble at all, I assure you." He felt high off her words. This was getting ridiculous.
"You can make tea for us as well, Hyuga," Itachi chimed in, setting his book down.
Pein and Sasori did the same, glaring at the oldest Uchiha. It was a sort of unspoken rule among al the males that if Sakura was alone they could leave her be-she was a tad bit frayed about all the invasion her personal bubble had gone through in the last few days. But once one of the guys went in for the kill, she became fare game for the rest of them.
The truce was off.
"Tea would be delightful," Pein said with calmly closed eyes.
"I agree," added Sasori. "I think I would enjoy a cup as well, Hyuga."
Neji narrowed his milky white eyes, steamed at the idea of serving these three older males who coveted his would be wife. Future wife! Future wife! It was fated, bound to happen, he couldn't/shouldn't/wouldn't doubt it. Sakura was his as much as he was hers. They would be the perfect pair.
"I agreed to serve Sakura tea but don't remember saying anything about making anything for you three."
"No one asked for you esspecile effort, boy. We are not so proud as to turn away what is left from the pot you brew," Pein said with closed eyes and an upturned nose. Funny how proud was exactly the word Neji would use to describe the philosophical male.
"And who said I was making a whole pot?"
"Um, Neji..." Sakura hesitantly began. "I'm sorry but I think that's all I have. I could get the ingredients if-"
"No! Uh, I mean, that's alight Sakura, I don't mind making enough for all of us. The important thing is that you get better. Here..." Neji took the teapot and filled it with water from the sink before dragging it over to the stove where he could turn on a fire for it. There was a small box of extra large tea bags meant for whole pots that he found earlier in the week when going through her stock piles. He found that and got one ready.
"Do you think you will be well enough by tonight to attend the party?" Kimimaro asked, bringing up the subject for the first time since the mall incident two days ago.
A good number of eyes were drawn towards Sakura who stood with her back to the counter, eyes closed. "I'm perfectly fine for something like that, or as fine as I can be for something as pointless. It's just that I'm not hungry. Tsunade said that was to be expected."
"What are you going to wear?" Itachi asked, eyes bright and alert.
Sakura gave him a narrowed look. "A dress, of course."
"Do you need help changin-ow!" Itachi hollered, falling backwards when a pot lit was thrown at his head by none other than Sakura.
"Pervert," Kimimaro murmured for his love interest.
"Tsunade said she would come by later and temporally stun my coils with a seal so you all can move around without having to stay by my side, so don't worry about that."
"Why would we want to leave your side, doll?" Sasori asked.
Sakura smirked at the idea, bitterness coming back as she remembered the way they flaunted themselves for the crowds. I don't know, why would you want to leave my side? she felt like snapping, but restrained herself. It wasn't in her personality to be so jealous over something she didn't want. She should have known better, all men were the same deep down and it was a miracle none of them had tried jumping her bones yet.
Sakura closed her eyes and with them a part of her heart. "It would be rude to refuse to mingle. There will be people form the mall you met who would like to talk with you I would imagine."
"I wouldn't want to talk with anyone I met there," scoffed Pein. Sasori, Itachi and the rest of the males all agreed in some form surprising her.
Of course they say that now in front of me, but once they see the boobs they are sure to sing a different tune. They're all men so I shouldn't expect anything more. Its inhuman anymore to like a chick without her body these days.
"Sakura, your tea is done," Neji said, interrupting her thoughts.
She looked up, snapped back to reality. Neji had already poured her a cup and was holding it out for her. She felt suddenly guilty for thinking so poorly of some of them. Men or not they did care for her and her well-being. She should have more charitable judgment towards them.
She thanked Neji and took a sip, thankful for the way her body accepted it. Itachi, Pein and Sasori came over for their own tea leaving nothing behind. With a matching cup in hand Sasori took Sakura and ushered her over to the table where they could all sit and drink together. Neji and Kimimaro had to pull up stools from the counter since the table only seated four people normally. In the past Sakura used to have extra chairs for the others but neither male wanted to retrieve them.
"What did Oro kun say to you about clothing for tonight? I doubt you plan on going in what your all wearing now," said Sakura.
"He said something about lending us some clothes and renting a few outfits from elsewhere. We would have to work at his dojo in the mall after this is over in order to pay for it however," Itachi supplied staring into his cup.
"That is another issue I wanted to bring up. I'm not forcing anything on anyone, but I think it would be beneficial if you all got-or tried to get jobs here in this world. It isn't a big deal to feed and shelter you now, but sooner or later I'm going to run out of funds with a group this large. I've already had to dip into my emergency rations to keep you all fed."
"That is understandable. It would be less than civilized to continue to impose upon you and your hospitality," Pein side with a serious nod.
"And yet, what would we do? We are professional ninja or mercenaries in your world. Such a profession would only endanger you, doll." The other males glared at the pet name Sasori used when addressing Sakura.
Itachi recovered first and nodded in agreement. "He is right. The only other thing we have going for us is our good looks and its not like we cane make much of a living as models." He ran a hand through his hair and flipped the strands while turning sexily to wink at Sakura. She doubted he was being serious.
"You want to model, Itachi?"she asked, a bit ticked. Why was he so annoying?
"In the three years I've been here I haven't been ignorant of the politics and business of this world. Increasingly I see more and more revenue diverted towards entertainment. And of course it wouldn't be a permeant job. I know enough about business to get started."
"What about odd jobs?" Kimimaro asked. "Can't you start with that. Modeling would bring a lot of unneeded attention."
Itachi shrugged. "Well those less attractive male specimen over there can settle for trash collecting if they so choose, who am I to push for something so far out of their reach, but I still think modeling would be a good idea temporally. It doesn't draw as much attention as being an actor or singer.
"Speak for yourself, fag!" Sasuke shouted from the game system. He paused it and turned up to shout back at his brother. "You're old and will expire in a few years. You don't have a freaking chance against me!" He then huffed and dropped back onto the floor to continue the game with his two other friends who hadn't been eliminated like Deidara had.
"Did not Orochimaru also recommend entering some of us in a martial arts tournament. Apparently in this world fighting is a sport that can be enjoyed by audiences on a grand scale. Would that not be ideal for some of the others?" Pein asked.
"Mmm, that would be good too, but I hear it doesn't pay well unless you are religiously devoted to training your body, like Hidan is."
"Stop fucking shit blasphemy, its a law to keep yourself as strong as can be for Jas-" Hidan was cut off by a pot to his head. Oddly enough it was the same pot that went to the lit Itachi had gotten hit with earlier.
"Watch that shitty mouth, you fucker," Sakura hissed, eyes narrowed into slits. Hidan grinned, his whole being flushing with delight. Sakura flipped him the bird with a defiant huff before turning around to face the table in hopes of ignoring him.
"Still, only four people may submit into the remaining slots of Orochimaru's five man cell. I still harbor a strong revulsion of that man from our past lives so I will not be submitting myself into that career. What else is there that would be bested for my particular talents, doll?"
Sakura rolled her eyes at the name and huffed in thought. "I don't know, you could be a lumberjack." Itachi snickered at the mental picture. "Wood art is rare in this day and age and not very appreciated, but custom furniture is huge. If you know the right people you can make a healthy living out of it."
Pein set his empty cup down on the table and folded his hands under his chin. "I would very much like to adapt into business. I am sure I would be able to get the hang of it before very long." Itachi chuckled and rolled his eyes making Pein frown. "What are you laughing at Uchiha."
Sensing a fight, Sakura quietly excused herself to use the bathroom. Kimimaro got up to follow her but she told him and Neji to stay where they were since she was coming right back. It was embarrassing to be followed around so closely. The bathroom was close enough that her coils wouldn't protest like they would if she left her apartment, so she should be fine. She passed by the boys in front of the television and saw that Hidan was now in Deidara's spot playing for the missing blond who couldn't help but keep on loosing.
She used the bathroom and took a look at herself in the mirror. In a few hours she would have to pamper her face with more makeup and her hair with curls and waves. She wasn't looking forward to the effort but couldn't help but admit that she did look better with the-She blinked and snapped her eyes away from the mirror, mad at herself for thinking like that. She wasn't a girly girl, she wasn't supposed to care if she looked good or not. She never cared about it before so why did she think like that now?
Shaking her head she unlocked the door and steeped out, only to see Deidara blocking her way in the hallway. She blinked, surprised by the grim expression he carried in his eyes and lips. She wasn't used to seeing him so down even if he was a terrible player at video games.
"Deidara, is something wrong?" she asked.
He knit his browns and tried searching inside himself for the right reply. "You...Sakura, you don't...I'm sorry but you seem distant from the rest of us ever since the mall incident."
"Oh, Deidara, you know I don't blame any of you for what happened to me and I'm fine now so everything is cool."
"Not the part with the coils, before that." He sighed, looking depressed. "I...I don't want you to misunderstand and think that we-that I enjoyed having so much attention from other girls. I don't know if it bothered you at all, but it did me. I don't want to give my attention or my smiles to anyone else beside you. Your the only one I like and I have no interest in other girls."
"Then why...?" she tried to sound only curious and emotionally detached but it was hard to manage.
"I only did that to get the flyers passed out. That's what you wanted and I wanted to make you happy by doing that for you. I didn't have any other motives like you might have thought when you saw. I didn't do it for anyone or anything else."
Sakura's heart stopped and then fluttered like a dying bird. She could hardly believe what she was hearing and she was glad for it. "Deidara, you are your own man, it's not up to me to keep you from doing stuff you want to do. If you liked to-"
"I don't like it!" he cut in quickly. "I only like Sakura."
Before she could reply he pulled her into himself with a tight bear hug that felt of desperation. One of his hands was wrapped around to hold her head and she could feel his face buried in her neck. She froze at first, but soon defrosted enough to hug him back, though not as tightly. She liked his smell she thought to herself while closing her eyes. Deidara pulled back a bit so that he cold look at her and see her face.
"Sakura, you may hate me for this but I need to for fear of not regretting, yeah."
Her eyes widened at his words when she understood them, but couldn't react in time to avoid the kiss. He pressed his whole body towards her, molding around her into perfection as he held her head like a baby's and pressed as much of his heart into their connected lips. It was quick, but it was passionate, and as soon as she had felt his presence it was detached from her. Deidara pulled away a bit breathless and looked her in the eye.
"I love you, Sakura." Then he turned with a red face and ran back into the living room.
Sakura just stood there with a lot to think over. Butterflies jumped in her gut. So, he really hadn't done it to flirt with pretty girls. Maybe if that was Deidara's reason than maybe that was the reason the other guys were doing it too! The thought made her light.
Why would it make me happy if the others shared Deidara's thinking? There's not someone special I want to reserve his feelings for me.
But even as she thought that, one male's face entered her mind and sent her ears aflame along with her face. Her heart popped in her chest and she knew at once what she wanted to deny. She was attracted to one of her boys! And worst of all, the one she liked was-
"Sakura! There you are, I was getting worried."
She looked up from her toes to see Kimimaro coming towards her. "Oh, sorry, I was just thinking."
"Mmm, thinking about what?"
"Tomorrow, and the day after that, and the future I can't see. I don't know what I'm going to do."
"You mean about the guys from the book?"
"Yeah, about them mostly. Once mom and dad come back I'll explain everything to them and see if I can get their advice if not their help."
He frowned, thinking. "Is there no way to send them back?"
The thought scared her. "No, there isn't. They are here to stay just like your father. Don't you remember where you came from?"
"Me? Not at all, why do you bring that up?"
Sakura shook her head, feeling her face with the back of her hand. "No reason. Sometimes though, I am curious to see and know what that world was like. I mean come on, ninja? Who wouldn't want a piece of that?"
"I wouldn't."
"Well you were always odd, Kimmy kun."
He smiled, taking her hand. "We were odd together."
Sakura felt pain in her heart as the love he had for her shone bare. He loved her as more than just a friend and she didn't. He was like her brother and to know that she would have to one day let him down with his confession hurt her heart. It made her sick and sad and she cursed her feelings. Why couldn't she stay cold an indifferent till they grew tired of her and fell out of love, leaving her for bigger and better things? Why did they have to all fall in love with her so painfully?
The book.
The answer echoed in her head like a devil's chant. That was the only reason they loved her or chased her. Eeven Kimmy kun was different after becoming attached to her. The only reason they loved her was because they were cursed. She didn't have the luxury of blaming her feeling on magic because they were real and not manufactured. What if the magic ran out and was broken one day? Where would she be with her feelings for that guy?
"Sakura!"
She was brought back to earth by her best friend who was shaking her now. "Huh?"
"You were spacing out on me. Don't do that, you looked worried."
"I wasn't."
"You lie like a ballon."
Sakura shook her head and walked around her friend towards the rooms where the rest of the boys were. "Come on, I have mail to sort and letters to write to my mom and dad before the adults get here with prepping stuff."
Sakura finished writing her letter half an hour later for her parents on the computer before she was pulled away by Naruto and Sasuke who wanted her to watch a movie with them. That led to another epic verbal battle with no end in sight regarding what movie they would watch with Sakura. While they debated over less interesting thrillers Sakura crawled over to the box on the side and popped in her favorite movie.
When they stopped to see what was playing she strongly warned them. "This is my favorite movie, if you don't like it you can stuff it and leave."
During the fighting Sasori unitized the distraction to his advantage to seize the last seat next to Sakura, since that white haired brat was hogging her other side. He drew her close and wrapped an arm around hers, their fingers knitting together as he pulled her knuckles up to his lips for a quick kiss. Kimimaro looked livid upon witnessing the exchange though by now Sakura just rolled her eyes and ignored it.
"Boys shouldn't be so jealous of adults," Sasori teased, enjoying the youth's anger.
"That's real funny coming from someone who looks like a fifteen year old girl," Kimimaro hissed.
"Shh, it's starting, make peace not war," Sakura cut in, desiring an end to the fighting.
Naruto and Saskue took up seat on either side of her legs while sitting on the floor fighting off Gaara and Neji for the privilege. Deidara looked like he wanted to join the fray and fight for his love interest, but his face was still red from the earlier exchange so Sakura guessed he didn't dare. Sakura didn't catch the rest of the gang but suspected they were close by.
Out of the corner of her eye Sakura caught Itachi stride out of the living room with a set expression dominating his features. He probably remembered all the times he had to watch this movie with her while he was still her Moget. He probably didn't want to be around to hear how she cooed and moaned over the goblin king Jareth. He had been with her for a good portion of her life so of course he would know things like this.
By the time the movie was over it was close to the time when Tsunade and her friends came over with everything they would need in order to doll up the guys for that night. The only one really against getting dressed up was Hidan who had a bad habit of walking around her house shirtless. It was bad not because it made her uncomfortable-well it did-but for reasons different from what you would expect. Hidan was ripped like the Hulk on a bad day and he knew it.
He had caught her staring once and winked her way, flashing her a pose with his arms thrown behind his head to stretch every curve and divot in his perfectly chiseled body. It was something she had a hard time looking away from. But somehow she managed after he blew her a kiss and mouthed I know you want some baby. Actually there had been a F word somewhere in there as well, earning him a heavy throw pillow to the mouth.
Soon Jiraiya, Orochimaru and Tsunade came waltzing to Sakura's apartment without knocking thanks to an emergency key all three owned. They all had plastic sacks on hangers folded over their arms of carried behind their backs. Sakura took one and pulled apart the plastic to see a nice dress shirt and suit. Most guys only had dress pants and a nice shirt with maybe a vest, but the ones who preferred the more appropriate wear like Itachi, Pein, Sasori, and Neji took on full suits.
"Yes, these are for you, now you all can take your time getting ready out here while Sakura and I fix ourselves up in the bathroom," Tsunade instructed, pushing her pink haired surrogate daughter into the bathroom where the make up and curlers were under the sink, ready for use.
"Hey, this dance doesn't start till seven, why do we have to get ready so early?" Naruto asked, not looking forward to stepping into clothing so uncomfortable.
"Do we have to go early?" Gaara asked as well.
Jiraiya shrugged, watching his lovely woman usher Sakura into the bathroom with old eyes. "It's a girl thing, boys. Women need hours to get ready."
"Sakura doesn't," Itachi countered, his arms crossed over his chest with a tone that resembled a child not getting the toy he wanted.
"Oh just you wait, weasel boy, with Tsunade in there with her it will."
Deidara stared down at his white dress shirt and vest combo, wondering if it was something Sakura would like to see on him. He envied Itachi for those three years he spent with Sakura as a furry pet on her shoulder. Because of that the he knew things about Sakura Deidara would probably never know. How long she took on her hair, what kind of movies she liked, her favorite type of music or favorite type of guy. He knew that all while Deidara was virtually left in the dark. It wasn't fair. He shouldn't have come until he was summoned, death or no death. They all had to start from scratch so why did he get a head start?
But even so, Deidara still held animosity towards others, not just Itachi. That Kimimaro kid had known Sakura twice as long as Itachi had and could pull that I-didn't-come-from-the-book-so-I'm-not-under-a-stupid-spell-that-Sakura-thinks-exists card. And if Deidara had learned anything from shojo, it was that if you knew someone for twelve minuets as a kid you were somehow fated to be lovers seven years later while in high-school. He probably knew more about Sakura than Itachi and was a far greater threat because he wasn't a huge perv that turned Sakura off like nothing else.
But then Gaara was like that too, showing her a side that rejected the raging male hormones in all of them and cared for feelings and ideals. Gosh and that sand haired brat had come out of the book before him along with mini Itachi and those two others. The fox brat the Hyuga. They were closer in age to Sakura and hadn't she liked pulling pranks with Naruto? They all had points that caused Deidara to worry. She could go for any of them... aside from maybe Hidan. At least that dude didn't have a hope in hell of getting with Deidara's girl!
"Deidara?" Sasori questioned, catching the blond's frustrated expression. "Is there something bothering you?"
"Aside from worry."
"That's not like you."
"I've never had reason to worry before, yeah."
Sasori raised an eyebrow. "Even when debating art with me?"
"Never."
"Than I can't say you aren't a fool, for you most certainly are. You are right to worry about whatever has you troubled." Sasori paused and then continued. "Yes, you should worry because in the end it shall be myself who Sakura falls to with love bursting forth. I will be the one to win her."
Deidara flared. "As if I would ever loose her to you of all people, yeah!"
"Of course you would, no one is more suited than myself for a partner to her eternal perfection."
"If you're all I have to worry about that I can sleep easy. I'll take you down any day."
"I would love to see you try."
From the sidelines Kisame sighed, smiling sadly to herself. He had overheard Deidara's conversation and could relate to what the blond had to say about worries. He had his fair share of them if not more so than most because he knew the most. He could see it in Sakura, the way she discovered and rejected, denied and fretted over the new and extraordinary feeling of loving someone. It was new to her and she was struggling with it, but she would succumb to it in the end.
Tears threatened to break in his eyes so he bit his lip and forced a bitter smile while looking upwards. And in the end...she would have her love returned in a happily ever after sort of fairy tale ending. She would be happy and for that he was glad. Thing was, she wouldn't be happy with him. She would be with another and that hurt him. He had questions like why couldn't it have been him? What did he need to change? Couldn't she just try it with him? What part of him wasn't good enough. If she could get past his hard skin and ugly eyes, what more did he need to capture her heart?
"Hey."
Kisame looked up after feeling some slap his shoulder with the back of a hand. Itachi stood there with a bored expression. "Yeah?"
"We're going down to the old lady's apartment to wash up and shit. You coming?"
The blue man stared down at the door where Sakura had gone behind than nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I'm coming."
The only one who lingered to the point that he had to be punched in the side by Naruto was Gaara. The red haired male scowled and cursed his friend. He didn't feel like breathing if he was separated from Sakura and wanted to stay close to her, but was pulled away with the rest. Sasuke flipped his brother the bird when he was dragged out by none other.
Behind the bathroom door, Sakura was being pampered with curlers and rouge along with eyeliner and heavy eyeshadow that made her one of a kind eyes really pop out in a way they never would with light colors. Tsunade was choosing to be more of an artist on Sakura's face with exaggerated lashes at the edges of her eyes and colors you normally wouldn't see coming off someone's eyelashes. To keep the dress clean, Sakura sat on the edge of the sink in only a towel and her panties.
"So," the elder woman began. "Are you going to spill whatever is weighing so heavily on your mind or do I have to guess."
"There's no trouble. I just don't like dances."
"I know. Normally you would have complained by now. You are oddly compliant."
"I'm tired."
"No your not."
Sakura shrugged, closing her eyes so her teacher and mentor could paint designs on the back of her dark green powered lids. "It's not anything important or new. Just worry."
The old blond chuckled. "I should have known, you've finally fallen in love."
Sakura blinked her eyes open, mouth wide in shock. "How did-"
"I was young myself once. I know the feeling. You are fighting with yourself over it and it is obvious. I'm sure some others noticed as well. You may believe you act the same in front of everyone, but the way you do things is different."
Sakura sighed, sounding as if she was about to cry. "What am I going to do. I'm too young to take this seriously and the others are going to be hurt and I don't know how they are even going to continue living here. This is all a huge mess. I wish I could know what my grandmother went through and see how she dealt with it."
"Your grandmother only had to let down one guy, and he still loved her even after she choose someone else."
"What about you Tsunade? You are still with both of your men and with neither of them at the same time."
Tsunade sighed, remembering back to her days with Dan. "I've love already, love violently and passionately till I had nothing left to give when I saw him go into the ground and they understand that. Even if I can't be a lover to either one of them, they still want to stand by me because they love me. True love is slavery, Sakura. It's killing yourself and putting that other person's feelings above your own. Few people can grasp this to the extent those men have."
"I wish my parents were back already. If they were here things would be different. Dad would be crazy mad and mom would be planning my weeding by now. Heh, gosh I can't believe I miss them both so much."
"You'll see them soon, but for now we have to get you ready for your confession."
"Yeah...wait! What confession?"
Tsunade looked like an old fox when she grinned. "When you fall in love with someone you confess those feelings. Hiding them will make no one happy especially when he has already given his own confession multiple times."
Sakura snorted. "What confession, they all come out sounding like demands." But in her mind she shook with the revelation. Holy crap I'm going to confess tonight! I want my mother!
AN2: So, who do you think it is Sakura is going to confess her feeling to at the part in the next chapter? I tried to leave it pretty open for the moment, cutting out only Kisame and maybe Hidan from having any chance, then Sakura has already confessed that she thinks of Kimmy as only a friend, so he's out. But hey, that leaves a ton of guys still.
I am running out of steam with this story and since I have passed the 1,000 review mark I feel like wrapping it up in one to two more chapters. Originally this was going to be like twenty something chapters and I had nineteen written on my old lap top before it fried in like 2008. So yeah, I might write a full length chapter and a smaller conclusion chapter eighteen, or I might not. Who knows? Not me.
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Vesper chan thanks you for reading through her shit.