Cliché
By anna
All general disclaimers apply
three
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"I've never once interfered in your personal life,"
"You never had to; you are my personal life,"
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Misao snuck a few glances at the woman walking beside her. Her lips twisted in distaste- the Hyuuga mistress really was beautiful. Behind them, a few masked Anbu walked quietly, and the blonde couldn't help but sigh as the old ennui crept over her.
"They don't talk much you see," Sakura said, sensing her teammate's boredom.
"How can you stand it?"
"The same way I stand my husband," she answered indifferently.
"Why did you marry him if you did not love him?" the Anbu asked, her blue eyes settled on the medic.
"Never said I didn't love him,"
"You never said you did either,"
"Pretty and smart, no wonder you made Anbu,"
The medic abruptly stopped and the blonde looked on in confusion. Blue eyes narrowed as the rest of her company suddenly halted.
"Misao, exactly what kind of recon mission is this," Sakura murmured.
"You didn't read?"
"I stopped asking after I realized it never made much of a difference,"
Her hands stumbled inside the small bag hanging leisurely at her side and fished out a small scroll. Sakura watched and couldn't help but sighed when she realized her teammate's inexperience.
"We are just gathering some information about Rain, it's a simple mission."
An Anbu behind grunted as he adjusted his mask, the wooden likeness of a bobcat. He withdrew a large kantana and motioned quietly at another Anbu. The two walked ahead, their trained eyes scanned the area.
"It's about to get a little complicated,"
As if on cue, the two Anbu dropped simultaneously like dead tree stumps, two thin arrows protruded from their backs. Sakura's eyes followed a small green leaf slowly floating down.
"Up,"
Misao nodded and withdrew a small senbon from her side, the blues of her eyes darkened.
"Well well well…. looks like me caught meself a couple of pretty birdies," a raspy voice echoed from the depth of the forest.
Slow footsteps approached, Sakura kept her eyes fixated on the advancing man. He was of short stature, and his back slightly slumped over. Green eyes narrowed when his mouth widened into a wide, distorted grin.
"He's a Sound nin," Misao whispered.
"Stand down, Kisare," a deep male voice commanded.
Sakura tried her best to compose herself, but the nagging feeling of her heart was making that frustratingly difficult. He was as handsome as ever.
"Sasuke-kun,"
"You can have the blonde, but the pretty one is all mine," he smirked.
"Under no circumstances are you to tell Neji what happened," Sakura instructed lowly, she leapt up beckoning for the Uchiha to follow.
"I guess it's just you and me now birdie," Kisare grinned.
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Sakura grunted in disgust when she realized how vastly outmatched she was. Sasuke smirked as if he too, understood her sudden comprehension. He was merely humoring her, but the Uchiha couldn't help but admit that it was getting increasingly difficult to maintain this game he was playing. She had gotten stronger, he knew as he dodged a close punch. The waves of wind caused by the disturbance were strong enough to have made a small cut on his cheek.
When they pulled apart, his eyes trailed along her body. From the determined green orbs down to her heaving breasts.
"You're the first woman in years to have been able to draw blood," he said.
"Don't I feel special," she said, noticing that it was getting progressively harder to stand straight.
"You should,"
Her heart began to beat faster as he approached. The wind played lightly with his dark bangs, lifting it just enough so she could see the intensity of his eyes. When he drew closer, her breathing became more and more labored.
"Your hair looks soft," a calloused finger touched her pink hair.
Her body was on the verge of collapsing, and when his fingers grew tired of her hair and descended down to her face, her heart was beating loud enough for both to hear. His lips lightly trailed across her cheekbone and settled on hers. The pressure and intensity of his lips made her senses withdrew to oblivion.
Sasuke roughly pushed her against a tree, his quick fingers undid the zipper of her dress. The red dress slid down sensuously, revealing a pair of pert breasts. His fingers still intertwined in her hair, his lips now moved close to her ears.
Before she knew it, she was on the ground. Her back ached with the sudden impact. Sakura's arms extended to bring him closer to her, her breathing became rasp until it seemed like the act of breathing made it hard to breath.
"I'll give you the kind of pleasure Neji could never give you,"
Neji
Green eyes fluttered opened. When he reached down to kiss her, her lips no longer responded. The medic felt control over her body again, and her green eyes searched for his dark ones.
"I love you enough to let you, but do you love me enough to stop." Sakura whispered.
She laid there, feeling the dull thumps of her heart. Green eyes searched within the depths of scarlet; his head slightly bent over, letting the long bangs obstruct her view of his face. Without another word, he walked away.
The day was ending and the dark veil in the sky was becoming more apparent. Sakura settled herself on a tree stump and mused a little when she realized that Misao must have gotten back to Leaf Village.
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The sharp intake of breath made his head hurt, silver eyes trained on liquid blue and held their gaze.
"Where is my wife?" she had told him the minute she got back, but he felt the need to ask her again.
"There were two men," Misao said simply.
"Under no circumstances are you to tell Neji what happened,"
"Sakura chased after the other one, I waited for her but she did not return,"
Naruto stood up and walked toward Neji, giving his colleague and reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"Was he a missing nin?" the tall blond man asked.
"It appeared so," Misao lowered her eyes.
Neji felt the hand on his shoulder tightened, turning slightly, he could see Naruto turning pale and had no doubt that his own face was also a subject to color changes.
"Our intelligence is still unable to locate their whereabouts, I'll tell you the minute I have any information," the pretty woman said and respectfully left the room.
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Naruto opened his door to reveal a pretty woman sitting on his chair. Her hair was wet and smelled faintly of his shampoo. The blond breathed a sigh of relief and approached the gorgeous apparition not far from him. A small smile erupted on his face when he came closer, the proximity between them enabled his eyes to glide over every curves. Her head was tilted and rested comfortably over the cushioned chair, the white gown she wore fell sensuously over her right shoulder.
A tentative hand extended, reaching to touch her skin. But the blond drew back; for years, he had imagined the contact of her skin. He had imagined its silky softness, its fine texture, but now with his finger tracing her lines, he was left utterly disappointed. The rawness of her skin shattered all illusions.
"I tried to wash it all off," she muttered, green eyes fluttered opened.
A million "it" flashed through his mind. Dirt? Blood? Guilt? Shame?
She brought her hand up and scrutinized them in great interest.
"They're pruny," she said simply.
"What happened during the mission Sakura," Naruto asked.
The medic looked up and for the first time in two years, Naruto saw the tears in her eyes. The greenness was overshadowed by red. Instinctively, his two strong arms encircled her small waist and held her close. The small couch barely had enough room for two but at the moment, it was far from being uncomfortable.
"You know I'm in love with you, so it's difficult to watch you cry to me about another man, but for tonight, and tonight only, I'll be your friend,"
She scoffed and buried her face in his shirt; it was such a cliché.
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Neji looked at the table clock and note it was 8 o'clock, as if on cue his door creaked open and a maid entered. Used to habit, he closed the book and got up, his hand reaching for the green towel on the way out.
"Hyuuga-sama…"
The aforementioned man stopped immediately, his eyes widened, he threw the green towel aside carelessly.
"What is it," he asked curtly.
"You have a visitor, Hyuuga-sama,"
Behind her, a young woman revealed herself. Without waiting for an invitation, Misao entered and closed the door behind her.
"What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I wanted to tell you what really happened during the mission," the blonde said, her piercing blue eyes fastened on his. The thin shirt she was wearing crinkled with every movement. Misao scanned the room and nodded lightly, so this was where the Hyuuga spend their nights. The two separate beds caught her attention and she tried hard not to laugh. It was laughable, this marriage.
"What do you mean?"
"About the missing nin,"
"Do you know him?" Neji asked, his lazy apathy was turning into genuine interest.
"Enough to know you don't want your wife anywhere near him,"
The brunette raised and eyebrow, there was only one man he could think of.
"She called him Sasuke," she said, watching the colors drained from the Anbu. She was enjoying herself, it's not considered damage if the marriage was already destroyed.
The Hyuuga scoffed, he wasn't even sure if he was allowed to be jealous. Over their two years of marriage, countless of affairs must have taken place. They were nothing more than instant gratification, temporary relief to their otherwise colorless marriage. Sasuke was the only man his wife ever loved, and for the first time, the Hyuuga truly felt betrayed.
"I did some research on Sasuke Uchiha," Misao continued
"Does it make you angry knowing that Sakura probably…. Spent some time with him?" her voice dropped to a soft purr. White finger traced along the Anbu's hard jaw line, he was the most handsome man she'd ever seen. Her smirk widened when the Hyuuga finally pushed her down on his bed.
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tbc-