Disclaimer: I hope you like this chapter as much as I did hehehe. Omo ottoke! I hope that after reading this, you don't feel like their relationship is being rushed. Nope, there's still a long, long way to go before the uh... S-word hehehe.
If you think I don't own Naruto, then I probably don't. But if you think Naruto can own me, then he probably can't. I can be devoured by Kurama or something.
All that could be heard was the rustling of the leaves, scampering along the light mass of dust.
The leaves traveled away from the ground that was shaded with three dark shadows, one of which belonged to a vessel that captured a massive ball of red, vibrating in eagerness to explode in each passing second.
And that massive ball of red was the evil hatred deep inside the skin of a certain black-haired man, whose face was hidden by the orange mask of spiraling lines, covering it except the blood red eye that was piercing through Sakura's own, a symbol of her current state.
"Interfere with our business with the Kyuubi and your teammates will be greeted by their own deaths," a severely cold voice spoke from beneath the brightly colored mask, as the grip encircling Sakura's neck was tightened by the bloodstained fingers of the man.
The circles under her eyes were blackened and swollen by the salty waters that had already dried. The tears surrounded the jade green orbs that were littered with red veins. Her knees shook as beads of sweat skated down the entire skin covering her lifeless yet trembling body. A series of shrills flowed out of her bleeding lips, interrupted by the loss of air at almost every second.
Her body was lifted a meter high from the forest floor by the masked man who was wrapping one gloved hand around her neck. Her neck was slowly turning from red to a dark shade of violet.
Behind him lied the beaten up Nine-Tails Jinchuuriki who had lost his consciousness from the man's attempt to weaken the strange-looking seal on his stomach.
The coil paths inside her were no longer transmitting chakra from the powerhouse that captured her stamina. Yet, there was enough energy that remained for her to inwardly battle between blacking out and draining herself in an attempt to fight the Akatsuki member.
With every ounce of her silently yet insanely burning willpower, she used her left hand to desperately remove his hands from her neck to be able to breathe while the right fist weakly passed through the masked man's unsolid face. She used the predicted blow as a diversion in order to extend chakra strings from her right hand and attach them to Naruto's corpse-like body, banging his head against the ground in order to wake him up.
The man in black and red cursed her in a curt manner, grabbed her short locks of pink hair, and smashed her head against a low boulder on the ground.
Everything then became dark.
A week after the tragic event, Sakura woke up in a hospital bed, attempting to slightly move her body only to end up letting out a pained groan. Using a tiny amount of chakra, she diagnosed her current condition in just a matter of seconds, frowning afterwards at the fact that the cells around her neck were damaged and that there was a dangerous fracture at the back of her skull.
Yet, she knew that she was recovering and that saved her from the despair brought by the thoughts of failing the mission because of her head bang. She had some questions in mind, demanding to be answered and silenced. Oh, she would look for her teammates, all right. It became her decision then to heal herself completely right after her mind found its light of peace.
Sakura positioned her hand on the area where the injected needle was attached, in an attempt to smoothly remove the sharp object from the dot-sized hole on her fair white skin.
All of a sudden, an oddly warm hand found itself on her injected one, stopping her from disconnecting the object from her messed up system.
"Don't. The Godaime ordered me to watch you and make sure you don't do anything stupid," the deep voice exited from the lips of a certain black-haired man with obsidian eyes.
Sasuke.
Sakura felt an intensely screaming desire to tell him that she contained more than enough capacity within her currently hospitalized body to heal herself but decided against it and pressed on a more important issue.
"Where's Naruto?!"
For a fraction of a second, a flash of annoyance passed by his infamous display area of emotions, which she failed to notice. The sixteen year old heir's facial expression transformed into a thick, thick, thick mask of indifference.
Sasuke spoke, removing the weight of his hand from her own, "Naruto was discharged from here just yesterday. The Akatsuki members present at that time had escaped. Four were defeated, namely, Deidara, Kakuzu Hidan, and Tobi."
A breath of relief escaped out of the kunoichi's lips as her half-lidded eyes fully closed.
"How did I get here?" she questioned him out of curiosity. It was undeniable to her that no one could have helped her knocked out self at that time except for an already beaten up Naruto.
Sasuke's line of sight ghosted to one corner on the ceiling as he responded to her question in a neutral tone, "An ANBU member carried you back to the village. He said that your life was in danger and so the Godaime immediately took notice."
Sakura wasn't sure what to say to him in response. Well, currently in her case of being an absent-minded girl with questions being screamed beneath her large forehead, she wasn't sure what to ask of him in response. Was she to ask him the name of this ANBU member? Was she to voice out further contemplations regarding her shishou's actions? As trivial as it may seem, her life was marked on that line. Sure, a thin film of gratitude acted as her second skin but the piece of information was insignificant, wasn't is?
"That member was ordered by his squad captain, Uchiha Shisui."
Uchiha Shisui?
Sakura woke up.
This time, her dulled eyes didn't flutteringly open to the hospital room that smelled pleasantly of the familiar scent of disinfectant, oddly enough, of which she had "resided" in roughly a year ago.
She allowed herself to be absorbed by the darkness, thinking about the events that had taken place when she was sixteen years old. Team 7 had been on a joint mission with an ANBU squad, with the objective of gathering more information about Akatsuki. To this day, she still could not understand why her master allowed Naruto to go on the same mission, especially given the fact that the Akatsuki were after him.
On the other hand, she had heard that the ANBU squad had different objectives, which were confidential enough to be disclosed. She knew nothing about the real identities of the squad, since that was a rule that ANBU members followed. However, the squad captain had to be known at the very least by other teams involved. And now, she had just remembered that it was Uchiha Shisui, the ANBU squad captain, whom she had had a joint mission with.
What was that dream about? Why did that memory pop out all of a sudden?
Not that it mattered now. Yet, Sakura reflected on the idea that he had tried to save her, although indirectly, in the past. It was an interesting thought to link that memory with their relationship's current state.
Suddenly, the weighted sense of weariness inflicted pain on her eyes, causing her to continuously blink for about ten seconds. She occasionally winked due to the odd imbalance that she was also bearing at the moment. For whatever reason, she knew nothing.
The soft feeling from the touch of the sheets from unknowingly playing with her sides using her fingers pushed a big red button inside of her head, the big red button of "dawning back to one's senses."
Lurking inside of her mind full of barking noises was a statement ending with a question mark that continued to tickle every corner around her brain. Where the hell am I?
And the said big red button was pushed even harder.
Sakura was in someone else's room, lying in someone else's bed.
Leaf green was Konoha's signature color to capture the peaceful rustling of leaves, hence its name.
But at the moment, the leaf green in her eyes were stained, symbolizing a killing emotion of shock at the extremely unbelievable realization as her once weakened body sat right up on the bed through a sudden jerk.
And another question was being screamed out loud by the kunoichi inside her brain: What the hell happened?
Resting her wide forehead on her right palm, she tightly shut her eyelids down, unknowingly slanting her eyebrows in the process. A groan of frustration was followed by the little act of ensuring that a loose lock of pink strands was tucked beneath her left ear.
There was rain, she remembered. The fact that her body was extremely sore and tired at the moment meant that she had excessively overworked herself in the previous day. And the fact that she still felt completely drained even after several hours of sleeping drew a frown of irritation on her face. The poison incident from the attempt of her new technique had greatly slowed down the recovery of her chakra levels. Currently, she was not far from containing zero energy.
An icy feeling shrouded the skin that was wrapping her whole body, pulling the tip of every hair upwards. Her clothes that were wetted from the pouring rain had stuck onto her skin, causing her to feel cold.
An exploration was sailed by her two eyes to the details she had first grasped around her. The room was a bit too spacious for one person but it gave comfort from the extended personal space. The floor was modernized with a dark shade of wood. The wall was painted a simple white, which complemented to the dark brown storage cabinet in front of the white-sheeted bed. There was a window on the wall to the right of her, covered by a nude colored curtain. All her muted ideas of the room narrowed down into one conclusion: the owner was a neat and organized person.
Wide eyes grew even wider as another realization dawned on her. Clearly, her poison had invaded even the core of her brain. Not only had her shinobi senses dulled, it had affected her common sense, too! She was going to heal herself later, all right. Damn ungifted stamina.
Alas, her common sense told her one thing.
She was in Shisui's room.
She had slept in Shisui's bed.
She was vulnerable in Shisui's home.
Of course, she was vulnerable! Her body condition and IQ problem were the most important of all proofs. Nevertheless, Inner Sakura had rubbed two rocks against each other and gave birth to an even more intense fire, a blazing offspring called her will. (No, it's not the Will of Fire).
It was not listed down in her plans to be taken advantage of. But then again, she wasn't planning to make herself look stupid in front of the Uchiha for shamelessly assuming that he would advance onto her. She could imagine him telling irritating things to her like "Who the hell do you think you are? Someone who can easily just claim the reward of pleasure from this oh-so-sexy Uchiha?"
Her lips parted slightly to allow a light sound of shivering flow put of her mouth. It was then that she noticed that her usual ninja clothes were slightly wet from the rain that had poured itself onto her body the night before. The surroundings magnetized her line of sight until her stare was laid on the window that was being covered by the curtain, leading her wandering mind to the conclusion that it was still about 3 AM in the morning and that the pitter and patter of the heavy rain still had not come to an end.
After registering the fulfilling thought, her gaze flew across the bed and onto the slightly opened door. Beneath the door were chairs and walls that she couldn't quite make out. Darkness was filling the space, making her thoughts of realization transition into questions that were begging her sense of curiosity to be answered. She sighed, thinking, is the blackout still occurring or are the lights just turned off?
As another breath from the coldness that was wrapping her body escaped her mouth, Sakura's yet unsatisfied eyes that were dulled by the absence of light smoothly slid over the bed and much to her surprise, there was a set of folded clothes lying on the edge, carrying the obvious fact that it was arranged and prepared for her to wear.
It was arranged and prepared for her by Shisui.
An alien feeling dug deeply through her chest, taking control of an army of the feeling's roots invading her body, encircling its invisible arms around her, and blowing off warmth that seemed to infect her cold skin. It grew and grew and grew inside of her, causing different kinds of emotions to assault her all at once. These various emotions blended altogether into one common effect: it tugged the corners of her lips upwardly.
Her hand extended towards the clothes after she had undressed herself from the wet and sticky set of fabrics that she had tolerated for several hours. There was no amount of hesitation that crept up to her chest, even after the realization of the kind of clothes she had worn dawned onto her senses.
A navy blue top with a high collar, with the red and white fan emblem of the Uchiha clan being carved on the back hid the bare form of her upper half. The shirt which seemed to belong to Shisui's chuunin days (or rather ANBU days since Sakura heard that he had become an ANBU captain around sixteen years old) was paired with a pair of light cream colored shorts that fitted her waist and bottom just right.
She slid over the soft crumpled sheets of white until the moment her feet had been planted on the wooden floor. A strike of pain spread around her back and legs from the forced act of getting out of the bed she had slept on. Quick and sharp breaths floated out of her pale red lips as one eye was shut, carrying the whole weight of the pain.
Being severely disturbed were both her mind and body. Her mind was drowned in its own black sea of thoughts and questions as if a heavy storm had breezed over it again and again. All the screams and cries inside of her brain rhymed with one question: Where the hell is Shisui?
Albeit the ignition of a flamelike feeling had sparked throughout her entire body, Sakura had warred against her own instincts and ended up with the decision to search for the man in question. A silent trudge to the parts of the house was all it would take for her to look for the Uchiha, grab him by the collar, and plant her chakra-and-irritation-combo-ladened fists on his face for making her look stupid for thinking that he would sexually advance on her.
As the shadows being displayed on the floor by the windows around the living room were being stepped over, a tiny yet sudden movement of an oblong shaped creature on the shadowed floor sent a tsunami wave over her snoring senses.
Wide circles replaced her weary eyes as did a largely opened mouth replace her unmoving lips. A sharp shriek echoed through air that was once quiet and undisturbed.
Cockroach!
As female instincts had guided her to dash away from the creature a thousand times smaller than her size, her left foot attempted a sudden twist, causing the balance of her body to be questionable.
And at that shining (despite the shadows) moment, Sakura's face was greeted by the cold and hard floor.
An imaginary flock of birds flew in circles above her head as her rolling eyes were fixed back in place. The blurry sight dizzied her head until the two images of the scenario being watched by her eyes were merging into one whole clear picture: the shadows of the dripping raindrops from the glass window. Inner Sakura strangled her own self at the realization that the "cockroach" was actually the shadow of a single raindrop.
Well, it seemed like the deadly substance had attacked her female instincts as well. How useful could her jutsu get? She wasn't planning to leave such a dangerous technique as a double-edged sword.
The sound of stepping reverberated across the living room, each single step being the adding embarrassment slash the amount of will to live she had lost.
Tilting her head upwardly to fix her view on the expected greeter, her sight adjusted through the curtain-like strands of pink hair that fell on her eyes, meeting the face that contained dead eyes glinting in mischief and upper teeth being dug into the bottom lip. Once the sound of footsteps halted to an end, the sound of chuckling followed.
Through the loose locks caught up in her mouth, Sakura managed to murmur out, "You're lucky I can't punch you as hard as I usually can."
Through the corner of her eye, the desperation to make out his reaction made it possible to do so. Silence fell as a small frown was stained on his face that was tattooed by the shadows from the windows.
Could he have known that she was still not in the best condition from what she had just said?
Before her left elbow could ascend her whole weight from the floor, in a sharp, sharp, sharp flash had her delicate body weighed down on two arms and stuck heavily against something hard, something warm.
A high-pitched cry was let loose from out of Sakura's mouth as she realized that her weak body was situated within Shisui's arms, carrying her in bridal style after using his flicker technique.
An ice cold chill slithered through every pore on her body, rising every hair it passed by as his fingers dug shallowly onto the skin wrapping around the joint connecting her thigh and calf on one leg.
She tilted her head to look up at him, half-expecting to meet his gaze. The expectation had drowned and the new word that evaporated onto her face was... intrigue. Shisui's eyes that were bearing the same color as the shadows sleeping on the floor were set on somewhere else, someplace ahead. It was a mystery being presented to the Haruno and it was a challenge she wanted to solve, not out of pride but rather out of interest.
What the hell was she thinking just now?
"Put me down!" she ordered as his chest was blessed with a smack. His intense gaze drove off of whatever sight he was focusing at to her green eyes that were voicing her weariness and irritation.
"No," he tersely spoke, his deep voice forcing a chill through her spine, making her feel somewhat intimidated, almost as if it made sense to her to just agree with him and be carried around like a little girl.
At that moment, Sakura felt like an idiot for thinking so.
"Oi, put me down! Shannaro!" she voiced the screams that belonged to Inner Sakura's loud of a mouth.
Momentarily, a glint found its way shining in his dead eyes after her infamous catchphrase had left her lips, to which she had regrettably done so. "Is this too early for you?"
For a whole second, her ears tried to push the single sentence into her brain that was unable to simply register the simple words. That was, until her stare directed to the place where they were heading, a room with a slightly opened door. A fraction of a second passed by like a breeze and at that very moment, blood circulated through her cheeks, now tinged with a bit of red.
Shisui wouldn't, would he?
The two had already entered into his bedroom. Well, for Sakura's case, she was forced to be brought there by an Uchiha wo was obsessed with the idea of carrying her like she was both his wife and daughter.
"Teme, I said put me down!" the burning fire inside her eyes didn't feel like wilting as she fluttered her legs alternately out of his grip but failed to do so as the man tightened his grip around her even more.
"Make me."
Sakura took it as a challenge. Her free hand wrapped itself around the thumb of his hand that was used to support her legs. "I'll crush your thumb. I'm not kidding, Shisui," she growled at him in the deepest voice she could muster, mad eyes uncovering the once hidden flames blazing fiercely against the darkness surrounding them.
Recognizing her intentions, the twenty-one year old man dropped her in an instant on the bed of crumpled sheets.
Wrong move.
After all, an inhumanely strong and annoyingly impatient kunoichi with pink hair should always be taken seriously in the first place.
At the moment Shisui dropped Sakura on the bed, she had focused little of her remaining chakra on his thumb by wrapping her fingers around it, causing her to bring him along on the sheets.
Forcing their bodies into a highly, extremely, severely odd position.
Silence crept into the rough situation that Kami had presented to them as Sakura tightly blinked away the heavy feeling that was weighing on her.
Literally weighing on her.
She opened her eyes to register their positions, doubling the diameter as she had felt a mass sitting on top of her chest. It was then that realization struck her: Shisui's face had landed on her breasts.
Time seemed to laze in its passing as panic rose up to her chest, desperately trying to move along with the act of her heaving lungs but was strained by the face pressed against it.
Awkwardly enough, her wide eyes shifted to the ceiling as a silent groan escaped the Uchiha's lips, causing a vibration on her chest. Right after that, Shisui had registered the situation literally facing before him and in an instant, he flashed away from her body and to the other side of the bed, lying and positioned sideways with his back facing her, hiding Kami-knows-what kind of emotion creeping up on his face from her.
Sakura's cheeks were stained with the blood circulating beneath her rosy skin, her pale face being colored into the same color of her bright hair. Not a single word could be fished out from inside of her mind, let alone from her lips. She simply didn't know what to say. And that wasn't something one could classify as simple. Uncertainty clasped her chest as she grasped the natural thought of sending the man a chakra-infused blow for sexually harassing her, accident or not, but then again, it would not have been possible if it had not been for her thinning patience. But her mind was screaming with alien words at the moment for her surprise to be easily replaced by anger.
As she lied on the side opposite to him with her eyes glued to the ceiling, she deeply pondered the correct words to say to him about the situation she had just caused while trying at the same time to not make the situation any more awkward than it already was. Alert sparked within her as the sound of sheets being ruffled entered her ears, realizing then that Shisui had shifted from his position to get off of the bed.
"Wait."
The Uchiha, with the red and white emblem facing her direction, tilted his head in order to watch her silently through the corner of his eye.
Silence was etched on the air between their still bodies. Sakura knew that she had to say something to him, something. She didn't favor the idea of him just leaving, guiltily bearing the thought that she was uncomfortable of what had just happened. Technically, she was but she had to at least relieve him from those kinds of thoughts. Well, what the hell was she going to say? "Hey, Uchiha. I take responsibility for giving you the opportunity to feel my breasts."
She inhaled. "Sorry, it was my fault."
Showing to him that she was mature was an important act to follow. It would kill her to be haunted by her past years of being the useless and close-minded genin who only knew the word "Sasuke-kun." She didn't want to be looked down on. She wanted to be... looked at. Same level, same treatment.
"Aa."
A pang of an unfamiliar feeling groped her insides tightly and it hurt her, lightly or not, it hurt her still. The only part of him that was facing her was his back and the only thing that kept him from meeting his eyes was the only thing Sakura couldn't quite figure out.
What could be worse than being looked down on?
Not being looked at all.
Why couldn't his eyes just pass by her own? Why wouldn't he allow his obsidian eyes to lock onto her smaragd ones? It didn't seem like it but she was looking at him with an immensely burning desire, to...
to look after him.
Being blinded by the beauty and wonders of the world was just too sad. Lacking the ability to see things, to look at things, at people - everything about being blind was just too unlivable. The possibilities of turning that idea into a brutal reality constructed every pinch of fear welling up inside of her.
Every question that was scratching the walls of her mind evaporated to the surface as she heard the sound of the sheets being ruffled again, knowing fully well that he was attempting to get off of the bed.
"Wait, I have something to ask," she softly spoke.
Shisui was hiding and Sakura knew. He wasn't aware of her recent knowledge and she wasn't planning to let him know. An extremely tough task it was, one could suggest. After all, his charcoal eyes could see through the film of transparency being worn by every being he would meet. But it was one puzzle that had not been presented to him of which she was willing to raise its difficulty in case he would try to solve it.
He said to her questioningly, "What is it?" He was still lying sideways, facing outward and away from her while she was lying on her back, as if she was musing over the little details marked on the ceiling.
Nervousness rose through her chest and silence ghosted by the both of them. What was she going to reply? She couldn't just ask him for confirmation about his condition. She couldn't show her intentions to him. And just why?
What was she going to say to him in response without worsening the situation and giving away whatever thought she had hidden in the deepest parts of her brain?
Really now, what the hell was she going to say?
"Sakura."
Shisui voiced out her name as he lied sideways to finally, finally face her direction. Dead eyes pierced through the corners of her eyes that were still glued to the view atop the two of them. There were loads of words that could give away her inner panicking but frustration tightly zipped up her lips, though ironically it was left parted.
"Sakura," he called her again.
Then there came that familiar, oddly familiar, sensation tingling through her spine.
And panic was shot down by the new warming feeling: curiosity.
Emerald eyes delving far into the plain and mostly empty ceiling, a question was fished out from her cleared mind, "Why don't you call me Sakura-chan anymore?"
Without even adjusting her position to turn to him expectantly for his response, Sakura remained staring at the ceiling as if it was the being she had just recently questioned. Quietness gave birth to even more quietness and she wasn't doubtless if he actually intended to answer to the needs of her never-satisfied curiosity. After all, it was something so trivial.
A muted breath of relief escaped her lips as he answered in an impassive tone, "You didn't like it, right?"
Dubious as she was to the decision of what to feel about being called like she was some child, it did irritate her in such a sense but then again, she didn't dislike it. What was she supposed to feel anyway?
Smoothly had she turned her neck to face him finally. Both of them were lying on their backs but their faces were directed towards each other's direction. Surprisingly, his closeness to her space didn't place any mass of burden nor any kind of tension inside of her but rather, she felt some kind of comfort.
Blinking and opening her eyes, she said, "Then why did you call me that in the first place?"
A light chuckle came from his direction, warming her cold blood from the need for relief. And for the very first time, he showed her a new and different side to him, something she had not even witnessed at least once.
Shisui's once dead eyes were almost closed as he laughed from whatever seemed humorous to him.
A muted gasp escaped Sakura's parted lips as she silently enjoyed the rare view before her.
That was when his eyes opened to lay back at her. "I thought I was being unique among the others."
Shisui's light chuckle entered her ears again and this time, Sakura found herself being drawn to his warmth the way a moth would to a lit candle as she started gently singing a laugh along with the Uchiha.
An image of bright colors of yellow and orange flashed inside the mind of the pink-haired kunoichi and along with it came an irritating recording that played itself on repeat, never stopping to vex her own brain's ears. Sakura-chaaan! Sakura-cheyaaan! Dattebayo!
She closed her eyes and told him in a teasing manner, "Sad to say, you weren't."
As her lids took over her eyes with pride over her triumph, silence swept them off at the moment, to which she allowed her eyelids to roll up and look at his reaction.
Shisui's eyes were fixed on the sheet in front of him, widening at first and then narrowing in what seemed like disdain. Annoyance was masked all over his face and he wasn't hiding it very well. Inwardly, a chortle echoed through her and hovered over the wheel of thoughts that were churning rapidly in amusement as she giggled at his childishness.
Reposing herself although her lips hinted the undeniable urge to break out a laugh, new questions had propelled her inner churning wheel.
"Why did you stop?" she asked him.
He lowered his gaze as if he was stroke by a specific memory. "It's just like what I said, you didn't like it."
"Good thing you realized."
He nibbled on his bottom lip and disarrayed his already messy hair by running his hand through it. After that, he pierced a dead serious stare through her eyes that were gleaming a new shade of green, saying, "You like being called just by your name, right?"
A strong feeling of wonder, of awe, entrapped her exhibit of emotions as she gaped at him with wide glassy eyes that fastened onto the sight of him, onto his intense orbs of charcoal black, his disheveled hair that had the same color as the midnight, and his annoyingly beautiful eyelashes that slanted at the edge of his eyes.
Bursting out of nowhere was a heavily weighing urge to do a certain thing which had pushed the pinkette to ask him a rather odd question.
"Can I touch your hair?"
A shine of a bright emotion flashed by Shisui's steely eyes after the woman had just proved to him that she could voice out her buried thoughts even if it meant taking the spotlight of audacity and well, in the most decent say, uniqueness.
A grin played on his lips as he asked, "What would you benefit from touching my hair?"
Once again, it was a challenge that drew her sense of pride in the hopes of mystifying her until she proved that she was a failure. Come Kami or the Akatsuki, she was willing to prove her self-worth, even if it was in the field of flirting.
"Satisfaction," said the kunoichi as she elevated her chin to eye him down.
Flashed by the stilled eyes of his was the same glint of a bright emotion, although the other party couldn't quite figure out its identity. Smirkingly and quite evilly had the prodigy said in response, "Now, what would I get?"
A blur of silently erupting thoughts was the sole image of her whole mind. It was all a blur and she didn't mind about clearing it to dawn on her dulled senses. "Anything, I guess," she spoke through a thin mask of indifference.
Fastened to his dark and beautifully lengthened eyelashes were the unthinking eyes of the girl who was tempted to reach out for his head. Shisui told the girl whose only focus was directed to his eyes, "I also get to touch your hair."
That being said alone was the permission she had sought out in order to fulfill her momentary wish. Her extended hand's palm rested atop his head as her desperate fingers explored through the dark unruly strands, searching for the tiny bliss of her needs. She gently stroked through the locks falling on his eyes, wondering at the same time why it was never rewarded for its smoothness.
Then out of nowhere, her fingers covered his right eye that was now closed, gaining the odd satisfaction from feeling his eyelashes.
Shisui's calm eyes grew in width as his cheeks were stained with the palest shade of crimson from the sudden and unexpected gesture. Despite his ability of suppressing his emotions and thoughts, this was one act that kept him slightly vulnerable. And he knew he was drawn to the new surfacing feeling.
But his next actions told her otherwise.
"Remove your hand, Sakura," he said, hinting a tinge of annoyance in pretentiousness.
Playfully and quite stubbornly, she teased, "It's still hair." His order failed to constrain her hand from the thin path to the fulfillment of her small and insignificant wish.
That was until she felt a weight being rested on top of her head.
Out of the heavily somnolent state that she had just drowned her senses in had Sakura bursted herself from, ascending herself from the pit of vulnerability.
"What the hell are you doing?!" she gawked at him in expected surprise.
"You said I could do anything," he simply answered to her statement that had not only ended with a series of question marks but with an army of exclamation points as well.
Red fuming words were about to be slammed into the Uchiha's face and his very own existence but her inwardly raging thoughts that were begging to be voiced out were restricted as the palm that had rested above her head controlled one index finger to tap on her scalp, sending a wave of a soothing sensation into her system that somehow depressed the levels of her emotional stress. Certainly, on a medical perspective, he had just released his chakra into a pressure point on her head in order to calm her down.
She didn't entirely dislike it.
His fingers had scouted through the silky and short unbound hair of rose until they reached the delicately cut ends of which he had never ever expected to grow a color that was different from the pink of her whole hair for it resembled a shade that was closer to red. Playfully dangling with the ethereal-like tresses at one side, he rolled the other side's ends with his other hand's fingers like it was collecting a thread of strings.
After the passing of the moment of surreality between the two, a loose lock of pink strands was magnetized by the skin around her two eyes, shaping the instincts fermenting around inside Shisui's mind that was heavily dosed with pounds of an imaginary drug-like substance. It tempted him, oh it tempted him so bad to do it.
The unbound tress on her face was touched by his wandering fingers that desired to do more than just satisfy his sense of touch. It was the craving for something, for something to feel.
With his turmoil room of thoughts and his badly tempted fingers, the Uchiha tucked the loose pink lock beneath her left ear as gently as the traveling wind, as smoothly as the falling dew drops, and as slowly as the time encased by their private moment.
As the realization that his small gesture was intended to copy her habitual act of plain insignificance had permeated through her whole system, instead of the expected surprise to cast off the look on her public exhibit of emotions and thoughts, the only film being plastered onto her face was surprisingly, surprisingly enough, the look of what seemed like her own version of innocence.
And at that extraordinary moment, Sakura had dozed off into a much deserved sleep.
So, what do you think? Yay or nay? Is it kinda rushed? Well, don't worry if you think it is because it ain't gonna be. I'm sure no one's too excited for smut.
The next update will probably take some time but most likely, it will be next week. I put a lot of effort into this and the next update will be a batch of three chapters so that no one will feel dissatisfied by cliffhangers.
Yep, you can probably tell that I loooove leaving cliffhangers.
Please review, onegaishimasu! Constructive criticism and any other comments about my writing would really be of help.
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