Until Spring
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Day 34
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Disclaimer
I do not own any of the publicly recognized figures in this Fanfiction. Naruto is owned by the destroyers of worlds and incompetent people.
Content Warning
This fanfiction is filled with the fuckery of my mind. This fanfiction is explicit and M rated.
Chapter Warning
Slow Poison
Day 34
His smile reminded her of a papercut.
It was a lot like Orochimaru, but the sheen of his glasses made it seem deader. As if there wasn't anything behind his reptilian existence.
"How are we feeling today, Sakura-chan?" His voice was slick, his teeth jagged and his tongue wet.
He knew how she was feeling.
Four days with a bloody nose.
A week and a half of eyes so bloodshot her sclera had turned red.
And at least three weeks with a slowly progressing migraine.
He knew how she was feeling. This slow torture and the grating edge of her fumbling ability to reject his offers. She had been weakened quickly and without stop since she had been...incarcerated by Otogakure.
A simple stakeout mission devolving into this.
Sakura didn't answer him and simply used the edge of her medical gown to wipe away the blood dripping off her upper lip.
Not that it helped much- it just resumed its drip. She had developed thrombocytopenia, and the constant gas they pumped into her holding chamber had affected even her blood.
She wondered how long it would take until her hair began to fall out...or she began to bleed from her fucking eyes. Hell, she couldn't feel her fingers anymore, so how long until they turned necrotic and fell off?
"Dandy." Her voice was rough to her own ears, her throat strained. "Just… dandy."
Sakura shifted, putting her head in her hands- heels pressed into her eyes despite having an obvious enemy standing not three meters away.
If he wanted to kill her- then he should have just done it. For fucks sake- just kill-
"Hmm." He sounded closer now. "Just dandy."
Then his fingers- cold and strange- were against the back of her head. Immediately her body tensed, her hands falling from her eyes in time for her forehead to be slammed against the table she was sat at.
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…
…
"-may have been a bit too rough." A splitting headache shook her. Muscles tensed and hands shaking. There was blood in her lap and she couldn't hear anything but a low buzz out of one ear.
"Are you ok, Sakura-chan?" She could hear the smile in his voice, her mind rattling and turning in her skull.
Her forehead was still pressed to the table and she was looking down at her lap. There was blood on her tongue.
She could see his shoes on the other side of the table.
"No."
"Good." He shifted, she could see the shoes move as he crossed his legs. "That's what I like to hear."
The world tipped a bit and the edges hazed in and out, but Sakura still stayed present. Weak and unable to lift her head, but still there.
"Alright. I assume you are listening- Tap your fingers if you are listening." If she could grit her teeth, she would have. But… submissively, she tapped her fingers against the table. "Lovely. Now. The contract proceeds as…"
Sakura would have rolled her eyes. This was the 34th time she had heard this conversation. The same fucking words and the same distilled, underwhelmed voice.
It almost felt like a trope at this point.
One, heal Orochimaru and whoever the fuck needed healing that Mouth couldn't. Two, die immediately after. Well, the second part wasn't spoken. Or even implied that she was to die afterward. But that was clear. She wasn't getting Sasuke back for Naruto or Konohagakure. She wasn't getting the secrets to the body snatchers.
Nothing. She was getting nothing.
She- if allowed to leave- would stumble back to Konohagakure and the elders would have her put down like a fucking dog.
"What do I get?" It was slurred, she didn't even mean to speak. She had wanted to stay quiet for the whole ordeal like she did the previous days, only to be put under a chemical cloud until she was awoken the next day to undertake it again.
"Excuse me?"
"What do I get?"
There was a clear pause. Then, like the fucking lizard he was, Kabuto chuckled.
"Well, Sakura-chan." He leaned forward and his legs uncrossed themselves. His hand made its way into her hair again, rubbing circles on the back of her head. "There is a long list of things we could do. Just sign the document. Accept the seal. Simple as that, Sakura-chan."
Her tongue flicked out, dragging against her chapped lips. His hand moved to her neck.
Both of them were losing their resolve. This wasn't the worse he could do, this chemical torture. He was an exceedingly intelligent medical-nin. He could bring her back from the dead just to kill her again.
If she could have cried, she would have. But all she felt was this… drifting, awful feeling deep in her. She wasn't getting out of this.
Well, maybe if she denied long enough Orochimaru would fucking die and she would be killed and her honor would be intact.
But then- there was a likelihood that Orochimaru would just take more bodies. Suck the world dry and keep her in stasis to wither into more of a shambling corpse than she was now.
"My fingers are numb."
There was a sigh and the hand that had been making slow circles around the junction of her head and neck grasped one of her hands. Rolling the joints between his fingers, bending them.
"Well then. The contract was just a formality. Hold still."
What was she supposed to do? Fight back? She couldn't lift her fucking head let alone-
The shifting of hands, complex and forbidden, forming a pattern she couldn't even see as it spiked a harsh trail of goosebumps over her skin. Then, that slam of his power-infused hand into the back of her neck.
Every nerve, every dendrite, every myelin sheath- Her chakra paths and her locked away reserves.
Sakura didn't make a noise. All she did was let one of her numb hands curl into a fist as she exhaled all the air in her lungs. It felt horrible. Sparking. Like a foot that fell asleep before being bashed at.
Every molecule of her being vibrated and shifted under her skin. She could practically feel the bits of seal spread over her neck and down her spine...
All of a sudden- or perhaps she just missed their appearance- she was being lifted by her twitching arms and legs before being placed on a gurney. The familiar feeling of the thin mattress and the smell of alcohol plumbing around her.
Then the straps placed around her wrists and ankles, forcing her stiff joints down, were tightened until her bones ached. Securing her down, holding her still- God her body hurt. Her body fucking hurt.
Her skin felt like the frailest of papers and her once-massive strength and reserves felt dwindled and dry. She could taste only blood and her vision, when she could see, was blurry and warped. Someone, masked and frightfully wrapped from head to toe in bandages, pressed an I.V. drip into the blue veins of her inner elbow.
Sakura had to restrain herself from biting them like a rabid dog.
Author Note
Hi, hello, welcome.
I am tired of there being no OroSaku fics. TIRED. Well.
Now I am adding to my favorite unpopular ship.
Please review.
