Hello duckies! Heres ch.2 as promised I hope you all like it =) Please Read&Review I need ideas lots and lots of ideas! No flames
Chapter 2: Memories
"Take bread away from me, if you wish
take air away, but
Do not take from me your laughter."
Your Laughter by Pablo Neruda
The Land of Iron's thunderstorms were reputed to strike quickly and without warning. Sakura grumbled at the inconvenience of her new homeland's weather patterns as she poofed into existence just outside her apartment door. After spending a good five minutes searching the folds of her black kimono for her keys (curse these many layers!); Sakura finally resorted to striping off her obi. The fabric was soaked and hindering her efforts. She soon discovered the keys wedged in her breast bindings. A few more colorful curses later she was finally able to access her apartment.
Standing in the doorway, Sakura finally stopped to rest since leaving the Fire Nation Memorial. Luckily the heater had automatically switched on sending delightful waves of warmth over her chilled skin. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, Sakura began to strip the remaining layers of her yukata. Striding quickly past her recently furnished Living room and kitchen, she made her way to the shower.
Completely naked and shivering uncontrollably Sakura knew if she didn't restore her body temperature soon she would be risking hypothermia.
Her shower was, perhaps, the best feature of her new apartment. Three shower heads pounded out hot water to massage the user's head and body into oblivion. It was the most luxurious feeling in the world as far as Sakura was concerned.
Stepping over the threshold, Sakura set the water jets to their highest setting while turning up the temperature dial so the water would be scalding. It felt wonderful as Sakura set out carefully massaging each of her limbs. Increasing blood flow throughout the body was the trick then the hot water would do the rest.
Bracing her hands on either side of the shower's glass walls, Sakura hung her head as wave after wave of exhaustion hit her.
Strong warm hands slid sinuously over Sakura's quivering wet form. Their rough callousness caught on her tender skin racking her body with even more shivers. Sakura cried out softly when the roaming hands brushed too closely to her breasts; more accurately they weren't close enough to her aching breasts. Her back was pressed tightly against a tall sun-kissed male form, and those hands were pulling her even tighter against him.
A six foot tall, broad shouldered, well muscled, and six-pack wielding Naruto Uzumaki held the legendary pinkette captive. Sakura knew this and often couldn't help but feel that someone like him should be with someone more attractive than herself.
As if sensing the general direction of her thoughts Naruto turned her abruptly in his arms. Lifting her against the shower wall like she weighed no more than a small child, Sakura had to wrap her legs around his waist for support. Now at eye level with each other, Sakura's bright emerald eyes met with his cerulean ones, and what she saw melted both her heart and body to feminine mush. He was looking at her with barely restrained hunger and desire, as well as pure unbridled love.
Cupping her face so gently, as if she might shatter into a million pieces right there, Naruto brushed his lips softly against hers. It was a soul-searing kiss one meant to obliterate any doubts in the female psyche. Closing her eyes she huskily murmured his name.
"Mmm...Naruto"
All the encouragement he could ever need in those five syllables, the kiss turned almost brutally lustful…
Sakura jumped, banging her head against one of the shower heads, she was so shocked that those memories had turned up.
The shower's water had cooled to lukewarm and the steam in the bathroom was so thick Sakura could have cut it with a knife. Intending to firmly focus on laundry and then on procuring some much needed cold medicine, she would enjoy a drug induced sleep for twelve to thirteen would not think of him. It would only serve to cause more pain than she could handle in one day.
Stepping gingerly out of the shower, after grabbing a plush towel, she ran straight across the hall to her bedroom. In the dimness Sakura somehow managed to find her sweatpants, T-shirt, and bunny slippers, and started off for the stairs.
Sakura's apartment was two stories tall; on the ground level was the medical clinic/hospital she ran for her small village, and the second floor was where she lived. Originally when she moved here, Sakura thought she would buy an empty building to start her clinic in, then live elsewhere in the village. However the two story empty building, smack dab in the village center, was too good of an opportunity to pass up.
It had taken a month to clean and stock just the ground floor. So for a while she camped out behind the register or in the backroom where she mixed herbs for medicine. It was only recently that Sakura found the time to move her belongings into the apartment upstairs.
Trudging down those very same stairs now, Sakura briefly wondered if she should hire some extra help. But in truth, she was happy running this place all by herself. Compared to running Konoha's hospital as well as several field hospitals at once; running this small clinic was like a vacation.
Browsing in the aisles for awhile, Sakura discovered what she was looking for, a small bottle of foul looking purple substance that was her ticket to a dreamless night's sleep.
Walking back upstairs again Sakura had to remind herself not to think about him; it was bad enough she had almost started to lose her grip before in the shower.
More determined than ever to get into bed before anything else happened to upset her mental state, Sakura charged across her apartment grabbing all the wet pieces of her kimono, and headed directly towards the washing room.
The washing machine was humming pleasantly by the time Sakura crawled into the downy softness of her bed. An empty bottle of cold medicine sat on her bed stand with suspicious clumps of purple gunk still clinging to the bottom. Her vision was slowly going in and out of focus, as the combined forces of the drug, bed, and washing machine sent Sakura to a dreamless sleep. Just before she lost consciousness entirely,
Sakura glimpsed a yellow flash at her window.
There you have it ladies and gentlemen (takes bow*)! Please let me know what you think. What has happened to Naru-chan? Why is Sakura living in the Land of Iron? AND WHAT THE HELL ARE UP WITH THOSE BUNNY SLIPERS? You might just find out, keep reading ;)