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I toss and turn under the covers, unable to get comfortable. I miss my mom, I miss my apartment. Kami, I even miss Ino.
I look at the clock, just past midnight. Frustrated, I sit up and comb my fingers through my hair. Ugh, my greasy, disgusting hair. Shoving the covers off, I walk into the adjoined bathroom and peel off my clothes. I turn the water on and step under the warm stream. The heat soothes my tight muscles. As I spread shampoo through my hair, I close my eyes, envisioning Sasuke's dark locks and the look of serenity on his face. I lather soap on my arms, chest, legs, seeing, in my mind, Sasuke's prominent, muscular frame.
"Sakura," he draws my name out like lyrics in a song. Sasuke steps forward and presses himself against me. His chest is flush against my back, slick from the water.
My hand creeps between my legs. No, no, stop it. I pull my hand back to rinse the shampoo out of my hair.
Sasuke's lips start out gentle up my back, to my shoulder, pausing at the juncture of my neck before he nips softly, playful.
My fingers are drawn back like a magnet. And it's not the first time. For years these hormonal thoughts have haunted me.
Sasuke's hands caress my breasts.
I start in slow, large circles. They've teased me.
He turns me around and our lips crash together as he thrusts inside of me.
My breathing becomes labored. They've left me desiring something I can never have.
I'm clawing at his back as he ravages me.
I bite my lip, breathing heavy, fingers moving faster, erratically.
Then, I hear somebody scream. My eyes shoot open and I shut off the water, listening. Another scream and a thump. I grab my sleepwear off the floor and throw it on, ignoring the uncomfortable feel of quickly dampening clothes. I run into Sasuke's room, fighting past the crowd of guards.
"Cool water and a washcloth, now!" I shout to no one in particular. Sasuke is thrashing on the bed, hands searching for something. I grab one of them and clasp it in mine. He grips my hand tight, almost to the point of pain. He lets out another horrific yell and suddenly sits up sharply. His eyes are open wide. He looks terrified as he surveys us all, twenty or so people jam packed in one room staring at him like he's crazy. A soldier comes in with the water and cloth, setting them beside me gently. I try to move my hand, but Sasuke has an iron grip on it. So, I attempt to look authoritative as I kneel beside the bed, "Everyone out, please. Give him some room," Nobody moves, all eyes on Sasuke. He starts to shake beside me. I stand, still holding his hand, "NOW!"
Everyone shuffles out, muttering, and shuts the door behind them. I climb onto the bed next to Sasuke. He's stopped trembling and his head hangs low. I watch our hands as he slowly pulls his away. I reach out to touch him. He slaps my arm away.
"Go."
"What? Sasuke, don't be ridiculous, I can't leave - "
"GO!" His eyes are piercing and his voice is murder. In that moment, I see who he is, what he has done. I'm reminded of everything he's cost us.
I meet his gaze, challenging, but comply nonetheless. I close the door behind me and inform a guard that we are done, then return to my room. Tsunade had better have a response for me by the end of today.
I throw myself on top of the covers, suddenly feeling drained. Once again, just like when we were younger, he's made me feel inadequate. I feel like I have no business being here, caring for him. I feel helpless.
I hate him.
Hate him.
Right?
"She denied my request?!" I question, incredulous. It took Tsunade a whole damn day to respond.
"She respectfully denies your petition for alternative medicine for the prisoner as the one you asked for is in short supply and reserved for patients of a higher priority. Thus there are no other suppressants which would subdue as well as C9 does," the woman recites to me.
"This is bullshit! What could be higher priority than a wanted nin?!" I start pacing around the room, fuming, "He can't deal with that every night, I can't deal with it!"
"The Hokage expresses her deepest apologies that she is not able to assist you further and asks for your full cooperation during the remainder of your time here."
"No," I shake my head at the soldier, "This is unacceptable! I'll speak to her myself."
I sit on the tatami to pull my shoes on before I race out the door. The smell of fresh air and the sun on my face is more than a relief after three days of being locked up. But it doesn't last long; I feel a strong arm pulling me back.
"You're not allowed to leave the compound," a soldier says sternly.
"I have to speak to the Hokage!" I yank my arm free.
"We can't let you do that, under the Hokage's orders."
"Well, this takes precedent," I snap and start making a run for the exit. In an instant I have guards trying to get me from all sides. I clamber up a tree and run across the rooftops, searching for the exit. As soon as I find it, something large and heavy smacks into my side and I roll off the rooftop onto the ground. I groan as I try to prop myself up, everything aching like it's been set fire to. Somebody pulls me up, but they don't do it gently.
"We've been ordered to take the same measures to prevent you from leaving as we would with the prisoner."
What?! I'm going to kill Tsunade.
My head rushes as they drag me back inside and place me on the couch in the living room. Sasuke walks in from the kitchen, smirking. I feel a small trickle of blood run down my arm.
"Somebody send a scroll to the Hokage," I say, groaning when I put my head between my legs to stop the room from spinning, "Tell her that I will not be administering the patient's sedative unless I am given an alternative."
There is silence for a moment.
"With all due respect, Haruno-san, that's not your call to make. The Hokage gave us all an emergency suppressant dosage," a woman pipes up, "After the prisoner tried to escape."
Fuck. My head is pounding and my body is screaming, but I have to preserve my chakra to keep healing Sasuke's injury.
"Why not just try giving him a lower dose?" Someone else asks.
"Is she allowed to do that?" Another questions.
"The sedative runs on a timer so I'd have to administer it twice, possibly three times," I answer. But if it works, it would solve the problem. Carefully, I bring my head up. Sasuke's face falls before he trudges upstairs. I feel a soft ache in my chest; I push it aside, "Can somebody get me some ice, please?"
