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Fourteen 2.0
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Icy fingers graze the bare skin of his stomach, wrap around his sturdy biceps, poke the flesh of his thighs, and Sasuke stays seated on the white bed, chin up, eyes glaring holes through the thick silver head in front of him.
"Have you taken your pills steadily?" He doesn't answer, doesn't want to waste his energy stating the obvious. That guy is a medic or what? Kabuto's eyes connect with his, and Sasuke has to refrain from wiping the smirk off his pale face, from crushing the glasses against his nose.
"Of course you did. Your muscles have grown in the few weeks you've been with us, so did your chakra reserve." Again, Sasuke remains silent. He knows this; everybody knows this. He's grown a few inches as well, almost reaching Hana's height. Sakura's forehead would be aligned with his lips now; her breath would graze the skin of his neck, bringing goosebumps in its wake.
He shakes his head when memories of her flushed cheeks and swollen lips come rushing back. Not now, he admonishes himself, not in front of him. He still engulfs a hand in his pocket as a precaution and turns a glare at Kabuto. "How much more will I have to take?"
"As much as you need, little man."
He grunts, hands curling into fists. "Uchihas don't cheat."
Kabuto scoffs, scribbles something on his notepad. "Well, winners do." He brings his chakra-gloved hands to Sasuke's face next, but the boy stops him, grabbing his wrists in an iron grip.
"No one is looking at my eyes. It's part of the deal, remember?"
The silver-haired man rolls his eyes before dropping his arms. "Have you given your pink friend some thoughts?" Sasuke's eyes narrow, and his hand reclaims its spot in his pocket. Kabuto notices the change in Sasuke's demeanour and smirks. "Of course you did. But I was talking about the Mangekyō, Sasuke-kun, not her pretty lips."
The boy jumps off the bed, puts his shirt back on. "Focus on getting me stronger, Kabuto. I'll be taking care of my eyes."
The man sighs and waves him off. "Whatever you say, Sasuke-kun."
He swings the door open, steps one foot outside, but stops upon hearing Kabuto's voice again. "Could you tell Hana-chan that I'll be waiting for her?"
His eyes turn into slits, but he nods anyway. "Only if I see her."
The man snorts. "Knowing her, she's probably waiting in your room as we speak."
Sasuke ignores the comment and leaves the white room to follow the curves of the dim-lit corridors. He strides past a few guards, ignores the pleadings coming out of some rooms, and only stops when he reaches his door.
He's been working on his sensory skills for a while now, knows how to pick up someone else's trail, to recognize their chakra signature. That's why he can feel Hana's hectic energy flowing in waves out of his room.
He closes his eyes in annoyance and pushes the door open. "Get out."
"Well, hello to you too, Sasuke." She plops her head in her palm, stretches her body, lounging on his bed. "How was your day?"
He stares at her suspiciously. "Are you flirting with me?"
Hana scoffs as she sits up, and Sasuke can't help but notice the revealing outfit hugging her curves. "You're a kid, Sasuke. That would be wrong." Her nose wrinkles in disgust, and his shoulders relax at this sight.
"Good, because you're not my type."
She rolls her eyes. "No one is your type, Sasuke." She gets up, strolls to the door. "We're the bad guys, now. You don't owe her anything." Her dark eyes land on him, gauge his form for a minute. "You should live a little. You look bored out of your mind."
She's about to leave when Sasuke calls her back. "Kabuto wants to see you."
A smile stretches on her face, but he can sense the rest of her body growing tense. "Speaking of distractions."
"What have you two been up to?"
She winks. "You're too young for the details."
He crosses his arms. "I know that's not it. Or at least not all of it," he adds in disgust. "You might look like twenty-five, but you're still just a kid, Hana."
She cocks her head to the side. "Are you looking out for me?"
"I'm just saying I won't waste my time saving your ass. That's not why I left everything behind. So if something happens, don't come knocking at my door."
She shrugs, turns to leave. "I won't. Didn't you notice?" Her head tilts to the side, giving him a glimpse of a smile. "I never knock."
He slams the door shut after her departure and takes a few deep breaths in. It should be all about him. That's why he left, for his life to be only about one thing: his revenge.
But somehow, it didn't work. Hana is annoying him so much that he sometimes feels like he's still in Konoha, eating ramen with the dobe. And Sakura is everywhere. She's in Kabuto's office, frowning at the blood and the pleadings coming from the cells; she's with him to Orochimaru's training, asking to take breaks, drink water, eat snacks; she's in his hot showers, her hands tangling in his hair, and in his bed, lips trailing kisses along his jaw.
How long before he finally gets what he wants? Before he forgets about Kakashi's slouched form, Naruto's loud laugh, Sakura's kind smile?
What will it take?