A/N:I'm finally seventeen years old! It's been awhile since I updated (grins), well I actually MANAGED to start on my AP Government homework and I still have to study for the SAT II Bio and US History. Oh, I went to Six Flags this week because I'm a lover of roller coasters and Goliath was slow, in my opinion.
Second A/N: College applications are coming! (frowns) I feel so old and yet I think I have the Peter Pan Syndrome, fly me to Never land! Anyhow, I'm sure that all of you enjoyed the last chapter because this one is going to be a HEART-STOPPER. Happy Reading, and please review! Feedback (whether it's a rant, one word, criticism of my horrible writing, shout-out, birthday wish) is GREATLY appreciated.
Previously on Dangerously Sixteen: It's been the event that you have been waiting for! Sakura and Sasuke are finally getting married, however doubts have been lingering in the back of Sasuke's mind. Should he wed or not? Before the couple could say their vows, a familiar face from the past comes back! Yes, the insane Kaiya!
Disclaimer: The characters that you have never heard of belong to me, and the ones that you have heard of belong to the sole creator of the series of Naruto. However, this story is copyrighted under my possession and should not be plagiarized at anytime and anywhere.
Title: Chapter 40
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"Noo! Stop it!" Sasuke ran toward the aisle to stop her with Sakura screaming his name after him.
It was too late.
The Church became suddenly deaf by the sound of one huge fire and a high-pitched sound of a woman's scream filled the halls of the building--a streak of scarlet sprayed across the ground and tainted the white satin.
The guests all gaped in horror as they all shot up from their seats after the sharp blaze of fire was shot. The young groom, panting, stood in front of the unexpected guest and leapt toward her until the two landed on the tainted white satin.
Behind him, screams and shrieks calling for his bride was audible. Perplexed thoughts and hatred fueled Sasuke's hands to encircle around the young woman's frail neck. With all his might, the groom shouted with rage. However, before he could finish the opportunity to harm the unexpected guest, two pairs of strong arms pulled Sasuke away from her.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Naruto prevented Sasuke from choking the lavender-haired young woman and pushed Sasuke backwards.
Near the entrance, police officers stormed in and collided with some empty seats that were reserved for late guests. Their large black boots stomped on the silky ground and surrounded Kaiya, who was still laying on the floor with a satisfied grin plastered on her countenance.
"Yamamoto Kaiya, you are under arrest from escaping your confinement!" one of the officers handcuffed the young woman and led her out of the church muffling her screams of victory.
Behind them, Sasuke regained his balance however the loud howls crying for his bride filled his ears. Without thinking, the groom ran in the direction behind him and stopped in his tracks and involuntary tears streaked from his eyes.
The crowd of guests was hovering over the angelic sight of an unconscious Sakura, whose arms were laid in a crucifix position and her shining jade eyes glimmered which contrasted from the dark hue of scarlet emerging from her chest.
"SAKURA! SAKURA!" the maid of honor shrieked in horror as Sakura's parents ran down the aisle as the paramedics came sprinting into the Church.
"Move away! Move AWAY!" Mr. Haruno was shrieking at his guests as his hands motioned them to move away for the paramedics to aid his daughter.
In a short distance, a weeping Hinata sought comfort in the arms of her boyfriend while Neji sat solemnly on the pew with his hands over his face, possibly hiding his streaming tears.
The Church, that soon became almost empty due to the exit of many guests, only the close friends and loved ones of Sakura remained by her side. The unconscious bride was set onto a stretcher and placed in the Emergency Medical Vehicle. With its universally known siren, the ambulance cruised hastily away from the Church with Mr. and Mrs. Haruno in the vehicle.
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Wet tears strolled down from their eyes as they sought comfort with each other. Ino cuddled with Neji with Hinata and Naruto together along with Lee calming Ten Ten's sobbing; the two consoled each other over what had previously occurred at the Church.
At the steps of the Church, Sasuke descended from the edifice and repeatedly cursed himself. With the sight of a stray empty glass bottle, Sasuke furiously swung the bottle into the street with a howl of anger.
Coming from behind him, Itachi attempted to soothe his younger brother's anger despite Sasuke's attempts to push him away.
"Sasuke! Just stop fucking around! Get your fucking act together and calm down, goddamn it!" Itachi knocked some sense into his younger sibling, "Sakura has just been shot, instead of putting your anger into a fucking bottle, just stop what you are doing!"
"Do you really think that it's that fucking easy to just CALM down?" Sasuke yelled back; it was an unusual sight for his friends to see him uncontrollably weeping, "That fucking bitch came back and I just had her and you just had to pull me away from her! I wanted to KILL that bitch!"
Itachi's nostrils flared with anger. Even though the two young men were on the same side, there was point of views that led them to turn against each other. To allow his sibling to realize the severity of the situation, Itachi regretted his decision but had to wrap his hands into a fist that met Sasuke's face.
"You guys, just stop it!" a weeping Ten Ten, whose black mascara left a faint trail on her cheeks, ran down the steps and pulled Sasuke from coming after his brother, "Just stop it!"
Sasuke, who was shaking his head in disapproval of what Itachi did, nonchalantly wiped traces of blood from the corner of his mouth. He continued to step down from the steps but staggered in his walk.
"I'm going to the hospital to see her," Sasuke called out to his friends, "it's your guys' decision to come or not,"
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The sounds of the tires of the ambulance shrieked as it rubbed furiously against the ground. At the entrance of the hospital, a stretcher held by the paramedics sprinted for the emergency room. Shouts that directed oncoming pedestrians and patients to move away from them echoed through the halls of the hospital as the parents of the unconscious patient steadfastly trailed behind them.
An oxygen mask was again tightly fastened onto Sakura's face and reassurance of her blood pressure and heartbeat was repeatedly assessed as the young woman was transported onto a portable bed that cruised down the halls toward the emergency room for further aid.
Before Mr. and Mrs. Haruno could enter the room, one of the paramedics motioned them to stop.
"I'm afraid that you two cannot enter without further instructions from the doctors," the medical aid informed the guardians.
"But we're her parents! Her legal guardians! You can't just say that we cannot be with our daughter!" Mr. Haruno objected; his small wrinkles around the crease of his eyes were visible and his wife held onto his arm for solace.
"Sir, we have some of the best medical attention and help here, this hospital has the best doctors and I am sure that your daughter will be fine in their care, now please, just wait right here until a doctor comes visit you," the paramedic then left, leaving Mrs. Haruno to sob uncontrollably as Mr. Haruno set her down in one of the nearby chairs.
Just as Mr. Haruno sat beside his wife, the doors of the hospital swung open loudly and Sasuke and the rest of his friends came rushing into the emergency room. However they were halted by another paramedic and told the exact instructions that the other had said to Sakura's guardians.
"Bullshit," Neji retorted as the paramedic left them, "We're Sakura's friends and we can't even visit her? The system is fucked up,"
Nearby, Hinata walked over to her cousin and held his hand and reassured him that everything would be all right as long as Sakura is in care with the doctors.
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There was silence among the group that was awaiting for the conclusion of Sakura's condition. Sasuke, who was no longer a groom for the afternoon, paced around the waiting room as his friends sat in the chairs quietly. Soft cries came from Mrs. Haruno as she buried her face against her spouse's shoulder.
Only the subtle soft ticks of the hospital clock was audible along with the echoes of nurses' heels clicking on the floor. Creaks of doors were swung open, the clear sharp sounds of keyboard typing made at the reception desk. Phones were ringing in the distance and the siren of an ambulance faintly went off outside of the hospital.
Thirty minutes.
An hour.
Nothing happened.
Ino, who was worried for her best friend, tilted her head against Neji's broad shoulders. In return, Neji looked into his friend's eyes and squeezed her hand.
"What if something bad happens?" the young blonde, whose sky blue eyes were of a duller hue, softly whispered.
"Think optimistically Ino, think of what would be best for Sakura right now. She needs her loved ones to think positively for her," Neji leaned gently against his longtime friend.
Another hour went by and silence swept by them along with the ticking of the clock. As they all waited patiently for a doctor to arrive, Ten Ten got up from her seat and excused herself to the bathroom.
"Are you all right?" Lee was concerned.
"Yeah, it's just that after what happened, I'm not feeling well," Ten Ten held Lee's hands, "I'll be fine, just wait for me," The couple kissed before Ten Ten walked to the restroom.
Just as the young female teenager headed for the ladies' room, the large white door that everyone had been waiting for, swung open. A man dressed in a spotless white coat steadily walked toward Mr. and Mrs. Haruno. Around his neck, his stethoscope adorned his thick tanned neck with a few pens that were rarely used, clipped to the right breast of his coat.
The doctor had a grave expression on his face and it was apparent that he had hoped, as a savior for his patients, to give good tidings to his patients' loved ones. As he stood in front of his patient's guardians, the physician lifted a long finger to adjust the position of his black square-rimmed frame on top of his nose.
Mrs. Haruno clung heavily to her husband's arm as the couple quietly and longingly waited for the physician's response. Behind them, the teenagers either sat or stood still, hoping they would receive good news.
"Is my daughter all right?" Mr. Haruno could not wait any longer and he clasped his hands on his spouse's. His eyes that had been once dreary due to intensive business working hours brightened temporarily to break the silence among the three.
The tall physician held his clipboard close to his chest and motioned the guardians and friends to take a seat.
"I'm afraid that your daughter has lost a lot of blood due to a bullet that came into contact with her chest—" the physician informed his patients with a somber tone. In the thirty-two years of his medical career, the man would never have suspected that he would ever mouth the following news.
"I have bad news to inform you," the well-known doctor continued.
"Just tell us the bad news first," Sasuke impatiently remarked.
Without further ado, the mother of the patient quickly shot out from her seat and her hands were shaking furiously in fear. Her eyes had been wet and expressed great concern for her only child.
"Is the child all right?" her voice shakily asked.
The physician raised an eyebrow in great curiosity and gave a soft chuckle in his response. His rarely used pens that sat peacefully on his coat gave a small jolt when the tall man took a step forward to his visitors.
"Mrs. Haruno, I'm afraid to inform you that a child had never been conceived in your daughter," the doctor revealed, "my nurses and I have run tests in her blood to detect any infection or possible serious problems due from the accident. If you were seeking to receive any possible chance that your daughter could be with child, I'm afraid to inform you that she is not."
Upon from hearing the shocking news, everyone's eyes gaped wide in horror and surprise. After a few months, Sakura has never been pregnant! Everyone rustled among themselves and whispered with each other. Sasuke, who was more surprised, stepped up to the physician and asked how this could be.
"Well, this is not uncommon among young teenage girls who have irregular menstrual cycles every once in awhile. Some reasons could be that my patient could have been under a large amount of stress which resulted in the lack of menstruation for a month," the doctor supported his information.
"Well, how is my daughter's condition?" Mr. Haruno inquired.
With a confident smile, the physician assured the parents that Sakura's condition had been stabilized for the past few hours. However, the physician tilted his head downward and subtly frowned.
"Oh thank goodness," Mrs. Haruno gave eye contact with her spouse as the two held each other's hands firmly, "and what was the bad news, doctor?"
The tall physician gave out a soft sigh and shook his head. He then again lifted his square-rimmed frames a centimeter above his nose and parted his lips.
"Since your daughter had been stabilized for the past few hours, the nurses and I do not know when your daughter's condition will be unstable," the doctor slowly responded, "your daughter had been in a critical condition and will be in need of exhaustive surgery."
Sakura's father held firmly on his wife's shoulders as if to prevent her from falling upon hearing the news, "Why does she need surgery? You SAID that her condition had been stabilized!"
The physician had done his best in explaining the situation however a tinge of impatience took advantage over him, "Miss Sakura had been shot in the chest, sir, and it came within a close vicinity of her heart. She has lost a lot of blood!"
"DO NOT tell me, doctor, what my wife and I already know! Just tell us if Sakura will be all right!" Mr. Haruno shouted.
"This hospital has the best nurses and surgeons and has been known for its excellence in medical attention and you have nothing to worry about—" the physician was again interrupted.
"WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!" Mr. Haruno took a step forward.
"I'm afraid that your daughter will need a heart transplant if she were to survive the accident," the physician finally revealed.
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"I'm afraid that your daughter will need a heart transplant if she were to survive the accident," the physician answered.
Never in his life would Sasuke ever feel himself go weak in the knees after he heard the news. A heart transplant? He knew that the situation was too extreme for Sakura's own good. There could be no possibility that she would need a new heart even if a bullet came into contact with her chest.
The young man looked in front of him and could only feel sympathy for Sakura's guardians. Mr. and Mrs. Haruno held each other for comfort as his wife continually wept. To Sasuke's right, he could see Ino and Hinata release tears as Neji and Naruto comforted them respectively.
"Excuse me, I have to do something," Sasuke excused himself without giving an explanation and stormed out of the hospital. When he reached the parking lot, he shuffled an empty glass with his leather shoes.
The siren of the same ambulance imbued his ears and shouts of anger harmonized with the sound as Sasuke felt his face heat up with fury. His hands balled into fists as he paced down the sidewalk, away from the hospital. He needed to escape.
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"How can this be?" tears streamed down from Ino's face as Neji held her close to his chest. Words coming from his mouth did not offer any solace to her.
Sakura's guardians sat somberly with each other in some nearby chairs as a nurse walks up to one of the teenagers.
"Excuse me, does one of you go by the name of Lee?" the young lady appeared to be in her early twenties.
"Yeah, that's me," Lee stood up in acknowledgment.
"I have some good news for you," the nurse smiled as her pink earrings jingled to her sweet tone.
"What do you mean?" Lee was confused; he had received bad news from the doctor regarding his close friend Sakura and did not know what to expect next.
"Your girlfriend Ten Ten, I found her unconscious on the bathroom floor," the nurse informed him. The nurse expected Lee's reaction, when his eyes widened with concern, but calmed him down for the good news.
"She's in good condition right now. One of our doctors ran a blood test to check her health condition," the kind nurse's eyes lit up, "Congratulations! You are going to be a father!"
A moment ago, sadness filled the room as tears wept for their closest loved one. Lee, who was standing up, shouted out in celebration and repeatedly ran through the hall howling the news that he was an expectant father.
Mr. and Mrs. Haruno, who were still in tears, could not help but be happy for Lee as well as the others. However, melancholy still resided with them despite the good news of Ten Ten's pregnancy.
"Where is she? Where is she? I want to see her!" Lee shouted out with happiness.
"Right this way," the nurse walked down the halls with Lee behind her.
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The ruffles of paperwork and the constant ringing of the phone were being occupied by the reception desk. Nurses came filing in and out of the room, holding their files and clipboard close to their chest.
The clock continued to tick as if to remind them that time was money and everything had to be finished in a mannerly way. Doors continued to be swung open, stretchers appeared in the emergency room, and subtle sobs were faintly heard from the waiting room.
Nurses' heels clicked against the cold floor as the sounds of hospital beds cruising down the halls came in unison with nurses' voices answering phone calls.
Through the wide halls, the tall physician moved toward his personal office and sat quietly behind his massive desk that had unorganized papers, paper clips, and a used coffee cup that had not been emptied out for a week, plastered over the surface.
"Sorry, this week had been hectic," the physician apologized for the lack of organization in his own office to his visitors.
The man grabbed one of his pens from the right breast of his coat and started scribbling against a notepad he had ready for him.
"Now, where were we?" the doctor asked.
His guests, who quietly sat in front of him, looked around the room in dismay. The environment of his office apparently had a large contrast to the environment outside of the room.
"My wife and I wished to know of the procedure if our daughter were to…receive a heart transplant," Mr. Haruno asked as his spouse held her hand in his.
The physician's rimmed glasses left a soft glare due to the sunlight from behind him, "Mr. and Mrs. Haruno, the chances that your daughter will receive a heart donor could range from days to even months," the doctor retrieved another notepad from his left drawer, "and there are many factors that include the location, blood type and whether the previous patient had been recuperating at a hospital on intravenous prescription for the soon-to-be donated heart,"
"Well, could you explain to us the chances that our daughter can have a normal life, even though she may have a different heart?" Mrs. Haruno was concerned with the process.
"Mrs. Haruno, I will provide you the cold hard facts of this procedure and it is up to you and your husband to decide whether or not this is suitable for your daughter," the physician offered a disclaimer and promised that he would do his best for Miss Sakura.
The man continued to write down onto his notepad and occasionally looked up to Sakura's guardians and maintained eye contact during their session. Questions were being inquired and are ultimately answered. Vague answers were clarified and repeatedly assured of its validity.
"So you're saying that our daughter will be able to overcome the odds," Mr. Haruno was hoping for an optimistic reply.
"In these cases, about 80 percent of heart transplant patients survive a year or more," the physician wrote down names of well-known surgeons that he recommended would be best suited for the future surgery, "and it would require time and prayer, sir."
To calm down the parents' concern and doubts of the surgery, the physician continued to inform them that they have taken a sample blood test of Sakura and are currently finding a potential match for her. Since she had been wait-listed, it may take weeks, or months, or even longer to find a match.
"And where will my daughter be while you're trying to find a match?" Mrs. Haruno wished to clarify her uncertainties.
"Your daughter's heart is still functioning but not as well. The nurses have placed her in a room and she will be currently living on life support," the man replied.
The guardians' eyes gawked with shock; they never thought that their daughter would be stabilized and living off of a breathing tube.
"Your daughter currently has Cardiomyopathy. Her heart muscle is weakening by the moment and she has suffered a great deal from the fatal bullet," the physician revealed the severity of Sakura's current medical condition, "Her blood vessels are blocked and her heart is damaged,"
Mr. and Mrs. Haruno looked to each other with anxiety. His spouse gently tilted her head against her husband's shoulder for further support.
"It is understandable that as parents, you will only want the best for your children. And as a doctor, I am doing my best to provide what is best for my patients as well," the physician gave a consoling smile, "and do not worry, we will keep her on life support until we find a match,"
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Outside in the waiting room, Hinata was still shaken by what had happened earlier in the day and recently. Her face was still burrowed against Naruto's chest and she held his hands for further solace. She had never been so distracted and troubled in a long time; she was worried for her close friend Sakura.
"To think that life is so fragile and it can be gone…just like that," Hinata whispered as Naruto leaned his head on top of Hinata's head to listen.
"Shh," Naruto continued to console her, "Everything will be all right. The doctors here are doing the best that they can; all we can do is to hope for the best and put all our energy to focus on Sakura,"
Her eyes were drenched with warm tears and her boyfriend gladly wiped the tears away from her face and laid a soft kiss on her forehead. He then wrapped his protective arms around Hinata and held her so close that they could feel each other's heartbeats.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," Hinata softly cried.
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The noise of cars cruising down the street could do nothing to blur the anger that Sasuke held inside. As the young man, who was still dressed in his tuxedo, loosened the tie around his neck and unbuttoned his white shirt to cool his body down.
The sun was shining directly down on his skin and beads of sweat trickled down on his skin as Sasuke continued to stride down the sidewalk. In the street, a convertible pulled up beside him and followed Sasuke as he kept on walking.
"Need a ride?" a familiar voice greeted him. The young man wore his dark sunglasses for protection against the sunrays and was still wearing the tuxedo that his friend had rented for him.
"Leave me alone, Neji. I need time for myself right now," Sasuke ignored his friend's offer.
The vehicle continued to follow Sasuke and Neji replied, "Come on man, you look like shit," his friend pointed out the paleness on Sasuke's face. Besides the fact that he was sweating under the scorching sun, he had not reached the showers or eaten since the incident.
"Thanks, in fact, I feel like shit, thank you fucking much," Sasuke rolled his eyes and turned to face his friend.
Neji turned off the ignition and pulled his key out. He lowered his sunglasses to receive eye contact with his close friend. He took off his seatbelt and got out of his vehicle to face his friend.
"Stop blaming yourself; it wasn't your fault!" Neji came up close to Sasuke. As a friend, Neji knew that Sasuke was in his vulnerable zone and did not need to be further provoked.
Angry and upset, Sasuke let out a loud cry and punched a wall nearby, fusing his irritation with the cold hard surface that met his fists. With his hands still touching the wall, Sasuke sank his head lower, allowing his long hair to cover his face. Beads of sweat merged with his tears as his shoulders began to shake with contempt.
"Right now, there are two possibilities that you could be thinking right now," Neji knew his good friend very well and walked closer to Sasuke, "either the fact that Sakura needs a new heart, or that you were planning to leave her at the altar. It's your call,"
"Just…leave me alone," Sasuke pleaded, "I just need time right now to myself, just try to understand,"
Neji stood his ground and shook his head, "I'm not going anywhere man, and I'm not leaving without an answer,"
Lifting his head to face Neji, who was still wearing his dark sunglasses, Sasuke removed his arms from the wall and placed them on his waist. He readjusted his posture and slightly towered over Neji, as if to reassert his dominance.
"And what is your question?" Sasuke replied.
"If Sakura was never admitted to the hospital, and the whole thing with Kaiya never happened, would you have gone through with the wedding and married her?" Neji asked softly.
Sasuke took in a deep breath and scoffed at the question. He turned around and started walking away but Neji stopped him.
"Do you love her?" Neji asked, "and don't say 'yes' out of pity because she lost her heart this time, Sasuke,"
"Just leave me in peace, Neji," Sasuke ignored the question.
"As a friend Sasuke, I just wanted to know the truth because no one deserves to get hurt in this situation. It's all fucked up, if you ask me," Neji offered his opinion. The young man gave Sasuke a pat on the back for a final attempt of comfort and walked back to his vehicle.
As the convertible continued to cruise down the street, Sasuke turned his face around and bit his lip when a single tear streaked from his face.
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The stench of week-old urine filled the halls as the sounds of the jail cell door echoed through the room. However, to Sasuke, the environment was familiar to him and had been accustomed to it due to his frequent night stays in those jail cells.
The young man paced through the halls and stopped when he reached his destination. His hands were still balled into fists and he had been fighting the urge to hit something very hard. Anger and fury filled his lungs as the young man tried to suppress them; there were a few officers keeping watch during the visit.
As he approached the jail cell, Sasuke could see a lonely young woman whose lavender-colored hair was tangled and tousled. There were faint taunts and insults coming from the jail cell beside her. It became apparent to Sasuke that not only had Kaiya made enemies out of her old friends but also nearby jail mates.
"It's been awhile," a shrilly cackle emerged from the young woman's mouth. She raised her head and Sasuke noticed the sallow look in her face, and there were faded bruise marks along the left and right sides of her cheeks.
Her lips that were once full and inviting was not curled up and thin. Kaiya's eyes that once shone a bright hue were now dull and had a lackluster color. Her voice that had once been vibrant and lively was now imbued with an unpleasant sound followed by momentary heavy breathing and sharp cackles.
"Why did you do it?" Sasuke muttered underneath his breath that was flaming with contempt.
He had known Kaiya since she first stepped into his Uncle's bike shop; Sasuke was drawn to her energy and liveliness. That was why he asked her out in the first place. However, he had overlooked Kaiya's hesitance and ignored them, thinking that Kaiya would open up to him later on and overcome her shyness.
But he was wrong. After failing to notice Kaiya's hidden nature, he had underestimated the extremities of her insecurities that would soon take hold on her. Right under his nose, Kaiya had succumbed to insanity—into a deep pool of madness.
"It's simple. I did it because I LOVE you," Kaiya's piercing voice altered to her once sweet voice that calmed Sasuke. Within a moment, Kaiya lifted her thin frail fingers that appeared to consist of only bones with a thin layer of skin to prevent them from falling apart.
Sasuke did not know how to react to the sickly appearance of his ex-girlfriend. He always tried to give the young woman the benefit of the doubt; despite her frequent clashes with Sakura, he always tried to defend her, believing that it was only accidents. But it wasn't, Kaiya was a mastermind in her insane actions.
"No, you don't. You hate Sakura, and you hated her when you first met her, DIDN'T you?" Sasuke finally confronted his suspicions of Kaiya.
He continued to let out accusations that he had been saving up for the moment when he would come face to face with Kaiya. After his bursts of blame on her, Sasuke felt that she did not burden him anymore.
"Yes," Kaiya was shaking when she got up from her seat. Her thin delicate legs slowly shifted forward as her fingers curled against the metal bars that separated her and Sasuke.
She drew in a deep breath that caused Sasuke to move back from the apparent odor. The young woman grinned with malice as she rested her face against the cold bars.
"I love you Sasuke!" she shook the bars in front of her.
Sasuke shook his head furiously and shouted that it is impossible for her to love him. He continued to hastily pace around the room ignoring Kaiya's explanation.
"I can't eat…or sleep," Kaiya's voice quivered with obsession, "You are what I breathe in to live, Sasuke,"
Tiny beads of sweat strolled down from Sasuke's forehead. His fists were shaking as he tried his best to ignore Kaiya's voice. He did not wish to hear anymore from her on how much she loved him. She was speaking from pure insanity, nothing more.
"Sasuke, I can make you happy. Did SHE ever make you happy?" Kaiya's eyes glowed with fury when she mentioned Sakura, "If you choose me you will not regret it. I know that I can make you happy and satisfy you. Don't you remember the great times we head together?"
Kaiya's face that appeared pale and sickly quickly turned frightening; she slowly swayed from side to side, allowing some hair strands to land on her face, as if to mimic their past lovemaking.
"JUST STOP IT!" Sasuke was disgusted.
The young woman flashed her tongue and curled it with pleasure as if to entice Sasuke. Her small breasts were pressed against the cold bars and Kaiya temporarily moved back as if the coldness aroused her beloved assets.
"Come on, Sasuke." Kaiya lowered her voice into a thin raspy tone.
"Shut up, bitch!" Sasuke walked toward Kaiya and pounded his fists against the bars, which shook and vibrated.
Upon hearing the jail bars moving, nearby officers ran over and grabbed hold of the young man and dragged him out of the room. His continuous shouts of accusations continued to trail through the halls as Kaiya sat back down in her jail cell with a satisfied smile that shimmered with malevolence.
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A/N: Come on now, please review! Feedback on this chapter is greatly appreciated because it allowed me to reflect on my writing so far. I'm looking forward to any honest suggestions on my grammar and any constructive criticism on the writing. I hope that you all like where this story is going, because there is MORE stuff in store for you guys! Don't you just LOVE surprises? Until then, review!