Somebody save me…I'm becoming a monster…
He said, See you, Sakura, and then fell asleep on the ground before me. I waited a few minutes before I ran towards the edge of the bars, hands extended through the gaps, and tried to get as much blood as possible smeared on to my hands. Then, like a savage beast, I licked my hands clean.
I didn't know if I liked the taste, or was repulsed by it. It was interesting, really. My favorite part was when it went down my throat and the metallic flavor overwhelmed me. Over the days, when there was no fresh blood on the ground, I would yearn for it just like I would for water.
Speaking of water, every time it came around, there was an awkward feeling in me. It's like falling madly in love with someone, but you are forced to marry someone else almost as perfect…almost. Hey, it's not like I was in love with blood, that'd be barbaric. I had to survive one way or another. This was my only choice.
The question came around when I realized I was doing this behind Naruto's back. Should I recommend it to him? That would be crazy; he would think I was crazy. So I kept it to myself and feasted on blood alone.
Eventually, I became sick, to the point where like before, I wanted to die. However, Naruto was there through those times. He'd cuddle close with me, strong reassuring arms wrapped tightly around me. I'd lean my head against his chest and smell his aroma. Very, very faint, for he had the scent of dead bodies, blood and sweat after two months.
The strangest things happened during these moments. When I was wrapped closely to him, I heard his blood. Literally, heard it. Perhaps it was mine. My head spun around to meet him. I grasped his shoulders and leaned my nose to the crook of his neck. The smell was there.
It was flowing peacefully in his veins, unaware of the sudden desire of another being wanting to suck him dry.
Sakura? He whispered in a hushed voice.
Reality hit me, and I pushed off him in fright. What just happened? I gazed at him in horror, and broke into sobs.
Days later, everything became worse. More people started coming in (who were murdered instantly), which meant more blood to feast on. What was going on to me? I needed to stop…I needed to get out of here…
Finally…after three months, these Konoha ninjas ambushed the palace. They searched for us and finally found the door that led to the underground prison. There, they met Naruto and I. Two scrawny teenagers dying of hunger and thirst.
Breaking into our cell bars they wasted no time into getting us out. I stretched my limbs and with Naruto's hand in mine, we walked out of the cell. I remember at that moment, I looked back into my hell hole. The smell was there, the smell I had come in terms with.
I couldn't help but think that I'd miss that smell.
We arrived in Konoha, and got therapy and medical attention. For days I was in the hospital. All medical ninjas know not to feed a starving person food automatically, that they would have to take their time. So that's what they did to Naruto and I. Throughout the process we stood together.
Throughout the process, I was internally dying.
I didn't know why. I thought that once I left the catacomb, I would be free from my barbaric mind. Except, I was craving blood more and more. It was an addiction.
Normal people fall for alcohol and smoke…who the hell falls for blood? I was going to go crazy. My throat shouldn't have been burning and longing for the iron taste of the red substance, but itwas!
At night I would sneak into the Hospitals freezer where they kept blood for emergency. I would grab one and mold my chakra into it in order for it to melt. I would slip my mouth on the rim and drink that can dry, licking my lips clean. All while crying silently in the night.
Before leaving the hospital, I had realized I had certain favorites. I didn't just like any type of blood that came across me. I could tell the difference between the bad and the good. Before I insert the drink into my mouth, I would smell it first. Bad stench? Out. Good stench? In.
During my days as a new girl in Konoha, something was bothering me. It was Naruto. He smelled so good sometimes, I just wanted to take a bite out of him.
Every morning when he took a shower, I'd wake up to find him in the kitchen. The smell of egg or ramen cooking wasn't as strong as his scent of citrus shampoo, and oh so mouth watering blood.
It was times like these that I would punch myself in the head for thinking such dirt thoughts. Oh man, for normal people 'dirty thoughts' were things like sex and porn, but no, for me dirty thoughts were thinking of sucking dry your boyfriends blood! I was going insane!
Unfortunately, I vowed that someway or another I would take a bite out of that golden fox. Oh sorry, did I say bite? I meant lick.
This one night, we got side tracked and we found our selves on the bed tearing each others clothing apart. In reality, at these times, you're supposed to only think of the other mate. But once I got his boxers off, the aroma of sweat and sweet blood hit me like a baseball bat on a World Series day. I couldn't keep my mind off his heartbeat. It was beating as fast as hummingbirds wings.
I couldn't hurt Naruto. Anyone but him. I shut my eyes close and let the sensation of the trail of kisses he left down my neck and to my breasts take over me. A few seconds later, he came up again and kissed me tenderly on the lips. I gasped as his tongue- a definite source of blood- snaked into my mouth. I found that I was crying, and grateful that he wasn't paying attention to my eyes.
I couldn't handle it anymore. If I stayed any longer on this bed, Naruto would be screaming in pain any second now. I pushed off him, intending to get off the mattress, but he took this as a sign of me wanting to be on top now. His arms were securely locked behind me as I straddled him. I groaned as my eyes lingered all over his figure. He was too delicious…what was with him that made him so appetizing?
I leaned over and traced my tongue along his neck. I licked back and forth on the same spot and began nibbling at the tender skin. Naruto moaned and whispered my name passionately. However, I was far from being passionate.
My mouth opened, revealing my not so sharp teeth. I could feel the blood boiling inside of him, wanting me no matter what. I loved him, but I was really torn between which part of him I truly loved.
I clinched onto a patch of skin, trying to put forth enough strength to break through. Once I did, Naruto howled in pain. With blood seeped into my mouth, I automatically was awed by this feeling. It was fresh clean blood, straight from the vein. It was my first time. More importantly, it was Naruto's blood. The blood I longed for since that moment in the prison.
It was much more delicious than what I had expected. Nothing was comparable. I had let go of the patch of skin, and begin sucking on the wound. Not even into my third swallow, Naruto had pushed me off.
He gazed at me outrageously, clasping that wound with his hand. I wondered how I had looked like, with an awestruck expression and blood caught in the corner of my lips.
Sakura, you bit me! he said disbelievingly. I remembered shrugging, and smiling, trying so hard not to pounce on him.
I'm sorry. I got caught up in the moment. I said scratching my head.
He gave me a suspicious look and finally inspected the torn flesh. My heart leaped at the sight of his spilling blood. He had cussed saying that it was bleeding. He also mentioned that this killed the previous mood, nevertheless giving me a peck on the lips before dashing into the bathroom.
I pouted and slumped onto the bed, wiping my mouth. One way or another I was going to have to face him and tell him the truth. I wanted him to understand, incase I ever do hurt him.
Because to understand…means to willingly hand over blood.