3 Distractions
"Who is it?"
The door kept banging.
"I said, who is it?" her voice became sharper.
"Open up, dammit!"
She stopped functioning for a fracture of a second. Naruto. Oh, no. Please don't tell me you're here to torture my heart.
"I SAID OPEN UP, DAMMIT, SAKURA-CHAN! OPEN!"
Seeing as she had no other option, she hesitantly opened the door. He pushed her and barged in.
"Hey! What was that for?!" she glared at him.
The blonde glared back.
"What was that for? You ask what was that for, Sakura-chan?"
She took a step back.
"WHY THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN IGNORING ME?"
"I HAVEN'T!" she shouted back.
"Stop denying! You were ignoring me! Why the hell haven't you been answering my calls? Why the hell haven't you been answering my messages on MSN?! Don't even play innocent! Tell me now!"
"NOTHING! Get out of my house!"
She tried to push him to the door, but only succeeded in getting both of her wrists trapped within his tight hold.
"NO! Not until you tell me why the hell have you been a bitch to me!"
As she tried to free herself, she started to cry.
"Let me go! Let me go! LET ME GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed.
"You're not going to tell me, Sakura-chan? You're going to learn this the hard way!"
He could hardly think of a time he'd been this angry at his best friend. He swung her over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes, and proceeded to carry her all the way to the dining room. There, he found the rope that she kept in a cupboard for July-the-fourth decorations, and tied her to a chair. She screamed, kicked, bit, and tortured him all the way. But she lost.
"I WANT OUT OF THIS CHAIR! NARUTO, YOU'RE DEAD IF YOU DON'T' GET THIS FUCKING PIECE OF ROPE CRAP OFF OF ME NOW!"
"No! Not until you tell me."
Sakura cried and cried and cried. Naruto felt so sorry for her that he almost gave in, but he didn't. He couldn't. This was concerning Hinata. If he can't do something now, Hinata won't come back…
"Aw, come on, Sakura-chan," he changed his tactics, and tried to coax her, "please. We've been friends since before we could even talk, okay? You can tell me anything. What've I done wrong? Hm? I won't be offended or anything, Sakura-chan. Let's just be friends again."
"No, I can't!"
By now, her whole face was wet with tears.
"Huh? Why not?"
"YOU NEVER UNDERSTAND ME, YOU IDIOT!"
She started bawling.
"Whoa. Whoa! WHOA! HEY! Sakura-chan! HEY! Calm down! What's wrong?"
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU THE MOST IN THIS WORLD! YOU'RE SO STUPID!"
"WHOA! What the—…hey, calm down, okay?"
"NO! YOU'RE SO STUPID! DON'T YOU REALIZE IT? WHY I'M TRYING TO DISTANCE MYSELF FROM YOU?!"
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU WANT TO TRY TO DISTANCE YOURSELF FROM ME?! I THOUGHT WE WERE BEST FRIENDS!"
Sakura gave a bitter laugh.
"Yes. Yes, that's right, Naruto. That's what you thought of me—friends, best friends. But I don't think of you like that, Naruto."
The blonde stared at her face, a solitary tear rolling down, trying to decipher what she meant.
"I love you, Naruto. I always have."
And everything stopped. For five whole minutes, Naruto paced around the room, around her chair. His hands occasionally came up to rub the middle of his forehead, thinking, shocked.
"Do you understand now, Naruto?" her sweet voice broke his stunned silence. "I knew you would never love me as I loved you. So I tried to distance myself…"
Her voice shook, and more tears spilled.
"…But you wouldn't let me, you idiot! I really wanted to stop loving you. I really, really do! That's why I hate you! You torture me so much, and I…I just want to end this stupid, hopeless pain!"
"Sakura-chan…"
"Naruto, do you know how many times you broke my heart? Every time you got a new girlfriend, my heart broke. And every time you broke up, you gave me hope. But you can't imagine the pain I went through when I saw you kiss Hinata-chan like that at our graduation party. I could see that you really loved the girl this time, Naruto…" another crystal slid down her smooth cheek. "…And my heart broke again…and this time, there was no hope, Naruto."
"I'm so sorry, Sakura-chan."
He hung his head, and he was crying too. He couldn't believe how stupid he was, for not realizing. For making her go through all this pain…
"It's okay, Naruto. Please leave me alone now. Go back to Hinata-chan, please."
Without a word, he left. And she cried a cry for every little broken piece of her poor heart.
And Naruto found out where he and Sakura-chan was. They were friends. Best friends. That was it. To him, anyway. Even if it wasn't like that for her, he still needed to sort out his feelings, organize them.
So he came back to Hinata-chan. He explained to her, and asked for her back. Of course, she accepted; she was Hinata-chan. And for the first time in their relationship, Naruto saw realized that Hinata was someone he couldn't take for granted. She was his girlfriend, not the person who always waited around for him. She was his sweetheart, his lover, his everything.
So he made love to her.
And that was why it was not until approximately nine o' clock that night did Naruto realize that he had forgotten to untie Sakura from the kitchen chair. He felt horrible, but he knew that he couldn't go to her. It wasn't fair to Hinata-chan or to Sakura-chan. So, he called his other best friend, the one that he could always depend on, to go see Sakura.
"Hey, Sasuke, I need your help."
"What the--? Idiot, I was about to go to sleep!"
It was like a dream come true for Sasuke. He was in his favorite blue-striped pajamas, about to sleep, and maybe dream a little about the amazingly attractive girl he'd kidnapped from the middle of the road, when the phone rang. For once, his annoying friend said stuff worth listening to. Really worth listening to.
So ten minutes later, he stood in front of a whitewashed house, one with a very modern, futuristic structure. There was no garden. He imagined the inside would be decorated in the same simplistic, open style. As he stood admiring her stylish red door, he contemplated whether he should knock, or ring the bell, or what. He decided against both, remembering what Naruto had told him.
"She's tied up to a kitchen chair, Sasuke. So you have to break in or something, okay?"
He sighed and looked around for an opening. After two minutes of walking around the house, he found that the side door that led to the kitchen was unlocked. Perfect, he thought.
He didn't know what he had expected, but it certainly wasn't this. He wasn't expecting to see her pretty face staring pointlessly into space, its expression so sad that he couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He wasn't expecting her to be in a short, red, silky, spaghetti-strapped nightgown. She really did seem to like the color red. He didn't expect the nightgown to be disheveled, slipping off at the chest area, giving him a very, very, very good view of her cute boobs. He also didn't expect the nightgown to be so high up on her thighs, and he could clearly see her white panties.
Okay, stop. Believe it or not, I'm not here to voyeur, he told himself. But he couldn't stop voyeuring, because for one, she didn't even notice that he'd entered the room. He was free to admire her long, slim legs.
"Hey…Sakura," he awkwardly started, feeling that he should do something.
Her green eyes slowly flickered up to him. A trickle of surprise crept into her depressed face.
"S-Sasuke!"
She tried to wipe off the remainder of her telltale tears with her arms, but they were tied behind her back. She seemed really embarrassed about the situation she was in, he could tell, because she started blushing.
"U-Um…Sasuke…if you please…could you please untie me?" she asked with uncertainty, not brave enough to look into his eyes.
Yes, that was one quote from her he'd remember and keep for his dirty dreams…
…But Sasuke decided he hated seeing her like this. Sure, like this, he could get all the eye candy he wanted, but she was just so sad. And he just hated seeing her sad, even though he haven't known her for very long. He knew the whole story, because Naruto had told him. He knew Sakura loved his best friend. He knew Sakura was heart-broken. So he decided it was best to cheer her up.
"No, I won't."
Now she looked right into his eyes, confused.
"W-What? Why, Sasuke?"
Sasuke shrugged nonchalantly.
"Don't know, Sakura. I don't really feel like it. I feel like seeing a girl tied up to the kitchen chair, half-naked."
She was bewildered.
"WHAT?! H-Half-naked? I'm not half-naked!"
But she looked down at herself and she realized he was right. She tried to adjust her nightgown but she couldn't, as her hands were not free.
"Y-YOU! I knew it all along! You are a perv!"
He shrugged again.
"Most guys are."
She fumed at him and looked the other way.
"Fine. Whatever. Voyeur all you want, perv. My life's over anyway."
She began to sink into the depression state again. I've got to do something fast, he thought. So he went behind her chair, and placed his hands on her shoulder blades, and gave her a light massage.
"What are you doing?!" came her alarmed voice.
"I'm trying to distract you."
His hands slid lower and lower down her front, then went under her nightgown, where he gently massaged her breasts. He gave her soft nipples a light twist. When he leaned down to look at her face, she was blushing furiously.
"S-Stop! Hey! You! Y-Y-You get your hands off of m-me!"
He just chuckled. It seemed to him like this was working. Well, anything for her to stop feeling sad.
"HEY!"
He had now walked to her front, and delivered a bright red hickey on her throat.
"S-Stop…"
She didn't sound so sure now. He was glad. So he continued kissing her, massaging her, and licking her. His other hand rested on her right thigh, and it was beginning to get restless. It toyed with her wet, wet panties.
Sasuke decided against sexing her today, even though that was the thing he wanted most right now. He knew she was not completely recovered yet, and well, if he wanted something more with this girl, he'd have to wait. But right now, teasing her, tempting her, distracting her from her heartache…that was fine, right? Apparently, he thought so.
Two fingers went under her panties, but they didn't do anything rough. They didn't enter. They just massaged the surface of her sex. Even then, she was really, really getting wet.
She was past protesting now, but he could still that she looked like she wanted to die of embarrassment. He smirked-smiled at her, and gave her a last light kiss full on the lips.
"There," he grinned. "Did that distract you from your heartache?"
She was speechless, dumbfounded. The answer was yes, because now, she was really, really distracted.
"Good. So…I'll untie you now, Sakura."
He untied her, and she couldn't look into his eyes the whole time. Now though, not because she was sad, but because she was embarrassed about how she'd reacted to his touches. He proceeded to pour her a cup of orange juice and placed it on the table beside her.
"Cheer up, okay?"
He gave her a gentle, breezy kiss on her cheek. Then, he was gone. She found a post-it note next to her orange juice. It said, "089-2820788. Call me anytime you need a distraction, Sakura. Maybe you'll like me even more than my best friend."
Author's Note: I'd like to here about your feelings on this chapter. Like, what effect did this chapter have on you? :) Thank you.