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Naruto 307:What should have fucking happened
The captain felt a wet sensation on his chest. He looked down and yes, damnit, he was bleeding. Profusely.
The kusanagi embedded firmly in his rib cage was sparking and hissing. The sparks were from the electrical current. The hissing was his blood as it splattered onto the sword.
The captain knew they were screwed. His tactical advantage had been the assumption that the target would calmly greet his blonde comrade and they'd all return to base. This was not so.
The target in question was lazily wiggling his sword in an attempt to dislodge it from the captain's chest. The captain assumed it would have been painful were it not for the absolute lack of nerve activity in that area.
The Uchiha braced his foot under the captain's chin and continued his attempts to liberate his sword.
"Hnn… Stuck…"
So absorbed was he in the extraction of his blade from captain Yamato's chest that Sasuke failed to notice the fist that planted itself in his stomach.
The next instant Sasuke was crushed against an adjacent wall. He had no memory of impact, only a hideous and immediate sensation of agony in his body.
He felt himself fall forwards as someone tugged him by his perfect hair. He was lifted by his collar and once again punched across the room.
This time he hit the wall but immediately collapsed to the ground in a pile of crushed bone and shot nerves.
The world was spinning before Sasuke's eyes. He thought he saw a flash of pink as he felt his shoulders lift in unimaginable anguish.
He was deposited onto a cushy surface and felt wet splatters against his face. Living with Orochimaru for two and a half years, Sasuke feared the worst, but realized they were just tears.
He was engulfed by two arms and crushed into a small chest. In an attempt to escape the horrible corporeal pain he was experiencing, Sasuke nuzzled deeper in an attempt to suffocate himself. His tormentor thought this was a good idea and held him closer.
Sasuke gratefully felt the air squeeze out of his body and the soothing sensation deprivation creep through his body.
"Wait a second you stupid mother fucker…" said a rebellious part of Sasuke's mind.
"You still have to go kill what's his face."
This was true. Sasuke had yet to kill his brother.
With renewed energy Sasuke wriggled for life to escape the small but deadly valley of Sakura's breasts. His nose emerged sufficiently from her bosom to inhale enough O2 to sustain his continued existence, and then Sasuke fell into the soothing arms of a comma.
He awoke sometime later in a familiar hospital bed. He felt the tell tale signs of morphine and a copious rainbow of pharmaceuticals race through his blood like pixies on ether. He remembered he'd been trying to pull his sword out of something he'd got it stuck in but the details were vague.
The pixies called to him and he found he didn't much care anyways. He was just about to relapse into unconsciousness when the curtain next to his bed was pulled away.
A weight deposited itself on his lap and he once again felt the crushing vice of a hug.
Sakura sobbed for a time into his shoulder and Sasuke lacked the nerve control to shoo her away.
He assumed she was just on her period or something until he felt a tug around his neck and the snap of a metal clasp and lock. A sturdy looking leash lead from the collar now resting around his neck to a strap in Sakura's hand.
"Thank you, my ass."