Go Home, Sasuke
I DO NOT OWN NARUTO
Chapter Three; a Hateful Kind of Promise
Ame Pub, 8:45 PM.
Sakura sat in the pub, her usual spot on such nights, emotionally exhausted, annoyed, not in the mood for conversation, but something about alcohol cured all that, if only for a couple of hours. The potency of alcohol could do wanders no therapy possible could.
Alcohol made the silent speak, made the aches and pains of life dull, numbed the most shaken of people, brought genuine smiles to the broken. It was safe to say, Sakura Haruno enjoyed drinking, a little more than an intelligent medic should. Well- more than any intelligent person should, period.
She closed her eyes and savored the sound of the vibrant tempo that shook the floor, of the heavy hanging smoke in the air that invaded her senses, the sounds of laughter and conversation making a constant static to drown out her thoughts.
"Where've you been Taiga?"
Her eyes snapped open at the sound of the elderly bartender's voice, she had become a regular here, so they tended to see each other a lot, and on rare occasion, would have lengthy discussion, although he always called her by her aliases, Taiga. She had become so use to being called that, sometimes she had trouble remembering it wasn't her real name.
"Around. How are you feeling today, Taiko? Your joints causing you any more pain?"
"No, thank you so much for the arthritis cream, Taiga. It's made a world of difference in these old bones!" The old man smiled, laughing freely as if he weren't working in one of the scummiest bars in a village almost completely made up of rogue nin, governed by the Akatsuki leader himself.
She smiled absentmindedly and took a harsh gulp of Sake, a light flush already touching her cheeks, the first bartender that worked here had made the infamous 'You've had enough' comment, and ended up through a wall. So that's where Taiko came in, calm old man, knew when to keep a secret, funny as hell, or maybe he wasn't… everything seemed kind of funny when you're drunk.
She closed her eyes once more, her head swaying left to right as she hummed along with the familiar music in the background, enjoying the thrumming of her mind, the smell of rain and smoke on her skin, Sakura Haruno would survive tonight.
She hadn't had a breakdown like todays in ages, it all started when Sasuke made his appearance, damn him. Stupid Uchiha men, stupid Uchiha pride. Her fingers came to her lips scornfully; they still tingled from his touch.
Hormones, old hormones come to haunt her. Sakura had made a habit of seeking a physical touch when she broke down, he did that to her.
When she was younger, she hated being so much as touched when she was upset, her mother would refer to it as 'little woman syndrome'. A humorous way to say that when you're small and fragile-looking you adopt a sort of… aggressive personality, and when people pity you for showing emotion, you lash out.
Now, on the very, very rare occasions her emotions were forced to surface she sought out comfort in the touch of another person, weather it be Kisame's brotherly affection, or that one night stand she'd had with Hidan, or what happened with Sasuke today. Sakura pinched the bridge of her nose, not really concerned with what happened today.
Surely Sasuke understood that she couldn't care for him, as he couldn't care for her. He of all people would understand best what the life of a shinobi was. Besides that, she harbored no feelings toward the Uchiha, but a physical attraction, which was understandable, he was attractive, the godlike features came with the title 'Uchiha.'
"Hello there, kitten."
Sakura found herself smiling drunkenly at her close friend, who eerily resembled a shark, why hadn't she ever asked if he could breathe underwater? He does have gills, I bet he can. She thought, completely ignoring the fact that Kisame was now talking to her, yammering on and on about some grass Nin he had slaughtered, Sakura was never one to kill and tell.
"How did your mission go, kitten?" Kisame questioned as he asked the old bartender for a beer, who smiled and went off to fetch em' a cold one from the back, he'd grown used to the odd looking man over the years to where it didn't even phase him.
"I ran into Sasuke." She spoke nonchalantly, sipping her sake once more, not missing the incredulous look Kisame was shooting her through wide, pearl colored eyes, she sighed in irritation and inclined her head to the side, "You know Kisame, he didn't even attack me. No need worrying, you know I can handle myself." She snapped, her slender alabaster fingers circling the rim of her Sake bottle, which she was now glairing at childishly, a pout on he full lips, accenting the drunken flush on her cheeks, Kisame knew that look all too well.
"You told him." It wasn't a question, it was a statement, there never was any beating around the bush with Kisame, if he wanted to say something, he said it. That was the nice thing about the shark-like man, he would say what needed to be said, even if it made him the asshole in the situation, which was just the way he was; brutally, brutally honest.
She shrugged, sipping from… what was this? Her second? Third, maybe, bottle of Sake. Eyes closed in deep thought, or most likely trying to ignore the intense glare coming from the man beside her, "He had a right to know, so I told him." She said, looking down at her bottle of Sake once more, eyes swimming with some unreadable emotion.
Although I wish I hadn't had to…
Ame Inn, 10:12 PM.
Sasuke stared at the ceiling, hair still dripping from the hot shower he had just taken, the breathy moans from his Hebi teammate drowned out of his ears; the only remembrance of their night together was the dull ache in his abdomen. Karin was a liability; she was incompetent in battle and a nuisance to have around, but a good play thing to have at his disposal, nothing more, and nothing less.
Hebi hadn't disbanded, none of us really had anywhere to go, so what was the difference in staying together or not? It was for mere luxury, the more of us, the better chances we all have when attacked, the better chances we have of escaping hunter Nin and ANBU. The higher odds we have and the lower stakes, the better.
The night of sexual pension being released had turned the screaming in his mind into a silent echo, Sasuke Uchiha, was admittedly scum amongst the world, not because he had betrayed his village, not because of the people he had killed in cold blood, but because he had failed to kill his brother, and now the chance of ever re-gaining honor was ripped away from him.
There was something else scratching at the back of his mind, a longing. To touch her, to taint her with his touch, he was spiraling into the abyss and wanted nothing more than to drag the angelic pinkette down with him.
His lips still tingles with the sensation of her kiss, nothing Karin's sloppy, needy lips could administer, oh no. Sakura's kiss was something he'd never experienced something hateful, yet gentle at once, so much malice and care. All he knew was that he wanted more.
More unsheathed hatred and care packed into one, darkness and light thrown together, bloodshed and healing thrown into a pair of lips, something that instantly brought heat to his loins; she was an angel, a dark, sadistic, bloody fucking angel.
And he wanted her screaming his name, weather in pain or pleasure he wasn't sure yet, perhaps both. He needed to find her, now.
As he stood from his seat, he look one last glance at the naked woman lying beside him, heavily cast into sleep from the hours of intercourse, angry, unsatisfying intercourse.
He stood and paced about the room, he would trail her chakra, he decided, slipping on his clothing and disappearing through the window, something running through his blood akin to adrenaline and ecstasy at the thought of finding the pinkette.
Ame apartment complex, 11:37 PM.
Her chakra was oddly potent tonight, as if she knew he would be searching for her, although it seemed she had stopped several places tonight, the market, the weaponry shop, that damned pub where he had first found her, and then her chakra lead him to a large, ongoing two-story apartment complex, it appears she didn't bother with the front door, simply using the balcony instead, where her chakra lead me straight to.
His mind had shut down and gone on auto-pilot, all he knew was that he wanted her, he wanted to touch her once more, and he didn't care how he had to get to her. She caused this, she had taken everything from him, so tonight, Sasuke would claim everything that was her.
His face a serine stoic as he landed gracefully on the flat stone surface of her balcony, noticing it was completely bare, excluding a patio set with two simple, cushioned black chairs and a whicker table, all soaked to the core with rain, much like his clothing, that now clung to his skin, his long black hair just barley tumbling over his shoulder in wet spikes.
He slid the sliding glass door open, the protesting creak telling him that Sakura didn't choose to live a life of luxury. He stepped into the living room, clothing dripping onto the carpet below, leaving circles of dampened color wherever they touch.
He could see the silvery tendrils hanging over the back of the couch, she didn't move, didn't speak a word, she knew he was coming. He couldn't see her face, but he could see her subtle movements, hear her calm breaths in the air, smell the floral scent of her flesh, mixed with the smell of coppery blood and Sake, something he'd been longing for.
"Sakura." The words rolled of his tongue, making a shiver run up her spine, his voice was dark, baritone and powerful, his words were silent orders. She closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of spices and blood, adrenaline pumping through her veins as his footsteps neared. His chakra whirled and spiked and thrashed, as if trying to break free of his body and attack her.
Her lips curled into a sinister smirk and she tilted her head skyward, parting her lips slightly as smoke curled from between then. Sasuke watched in fascination, but his focus was on his her lips, her delicious, pastel pink lips.
His sharringan activated as he appeared before her, eyes spinning wildly, his hand clamped around her throat, smirking at the surprised look on her face. The feel of her soft, milky skin beneath his hands was nothing compared to the feel of her lips as he crashed his over her own.
She responded almost instantly, hatred and needs fueling their intentions, a snarl from Sakura as Sasuke's teeth nipped at her collar bone, a groan from Sasuke as she dragged her fingernails down his back, blood dripped from the fresh wound. His grip on her throat tightened, surely leaving a bruise in place, she mewled and wrapped her legs around his hips.
He released his grip on her neck to grab her thighs, standing from his bent position and pulling her with ease up with him, his nails digging ferociously into her thighs, blood trickling between his fingertips as she cried out in pain, her hand twisting into his still damp locks.
His tongue snaked into her mouth and she purred, Sasuke Uchiha didn't ask, Sasuke Uchiha claimed, all Uchiha men took what they wanted. Her teeth nipped at his lower lip, Sasuke's blood staining her own as her back was slammed against a wall, Sasuke's grip on her thighs tightening, her hips pushed forward to grind against his, Sasuke let out a low, achingly sexy growl and his teeth sank into her shoulder.
"Sasuke." Her voice rang with hatred and promises of pleasure, his teeth sank so deeply into his shoulder her blood began seeping into his mouth, a burning fire in his abdomen as she gripped his shoulders and gasped, his mind had shut down the second he entered. All that was left was animal instinct, his eyes crimson and spinning in blind fury as he lent back, licking the trickle of his blood from the corner of Sakura's lips as she lent forward to lick her own from his.
Her shoulder was still a steady stream of blood, adding on to the adrenaline and haze in her mind. Sasuke radiated power, darkness, and pure insanity. Her delicate looking fingers twisted into the white cloth of his shirt, ripping it apart in one tug. Already nearly in shreds from Sakura's nails draping down his back.
Whatever this was… It wasn't love, it wasn't lust. Just anger, agony, and pleasure.
Sasuke's grip on her tightened and he pressed himself closer to her, his clothed manhood pressing hard against her, her moan of pleasure was something he would never forget. Her fingers fisted into her hair as she pulled his head closer, he didn't object and deepened the kiss, his tongue swiping and rubbing against her own, claiming every crevice of her mouth.
A kunai appeared in his hand and in one quick movement he had sliced through Sakura's mesh shirt and bindings, her perky globes bouncing free, they were the absolutely most perfect breasts Sasuke had ever laid eyes on, he bent his head forward and traced her areola, she gasped and arched her back, pushing her chest to his mouth.
He smirked as his tongue swiped across her hardened nipple, she practically screamed in ecstasy, and his hand clamped deeper onto her thigh, nails digging in to already bleeding, bruising handprints he'd placed moments before.
"Say my name." His words were harsh, demanding, a powerful growl.
She moaned as his hands came to her breasts, keeping her pinned against the wall using the pressure from his hips, which were still grinding into her, clouding her mind and making her want more, more feeling, more pain, more touch. His fingers pinched and tweaked her nipples, a hot tongue ravishing her neck with open-mouth kisses.
"Say it." He warned, his fingers coming to rest between her legs, stroking her clothed womanhood, finger moving in a 'come-hither' motion, his tongue swiped at her nipple once more, before he closed his mouth over the peak, lapping and sucking and lavishing. '
"Sasuke!" The words were ripped from her throat, her mind completely gone, her hands fisted into his hair pulling some inky strands out in the process, she grinded against his fingers and arched her back. Chakra spiked in her hands and Sasuke was thrown onto his back, but he twisted them in the air, gracefully twirling her beneath him so that her back slammed into the floor, the thud aching through the apartment was delicious.
His hand rested beside her had, propping himself up over her, she stared up at him with fierce clouded jade eyes, her eyes narrowed, scanning and catching every one of his movements, but he watched her equally, crimson eyes illuminating his face darkly, inky locks touching her cheeks as he stared at her, a moment of silence between the two was more intimate than Sasuke had ever experienced, just jade and crimson clashing in a fierce battle of dominance.
"I hate you, Sasuke."
"I hate you too, Sakura."
His lips were hot over hers, her hands slipping down his chest, his fiery skin burning her fingertips. Her finger looped around the sound nin uniform's purple rope-like belt, untying it with one harsh tug, a smirk absentmindedly placed on her lips as Sasuke groaned, her fingers slipping with the loose band of his pants to stroke his length.
He did away with Sakura's pants, tossing them somewhere unimportant within the room, leaving her in a pair of simple pale pink panties, white lace outlining the edges, but what caused him to raise an eyebrow, was the chibi tiger on the front, but after a hard glare he found himself smirking, ripping them away in one tug, the expression on her face, however, told him she didn't enjoy having her underwear torn apart.
In an instant his pants had also disappeared, and with one rough shove, he was inside of her, his eyes widened and his teeth clenched, a muttered curse under his breath, she was tight. She cried out in pain mixed pleasure as he began harshly thrusting in and out of her, her breasts bouncing at every push and shove, the movements that went through them were all bites, scratches, bruising grips and snarls.
This wasn't love, this wasn't sex, this was what happened when you threw together two horrifically powerful, traumatized people with a dark past twisting them together. This was feeling, forcing pain and pleasure together just to feel something, to feel alive.
This was the cost of their mistakes, and they hated each other for it.
Konoha, Hokage Tower, 12: 15 AM.
An annoyed snarl came from Tsunade's direction, her honey toned eyes glistening with the luster of a tired drunk, her cheeks slightly flushed. She stared at the bear-masked ANBU who apparently had something to say that was just so important; Shizune thought she would drag Tsunade out of the pub just when she was about to kick Jariya's ass.
"Shizune, this better be important." Tsunade huffed, seeing the fearful glint in her apprentice's eyes. The brown haired woman let out a huff, but her resolve didn't diminish, she turned to the masked Hunter Nin, a privy ANBU with an impressive resume, she trusted his word.
"Tell him what you saw, Izaya."
"Yes, Miss Shizune." He bowed respectively, on other circumstances she would have blushed at the honorific gesture, but this was serious, what he was bout to say would change almost everything that had been thought about the disappearance of Sakura Haruno three years ago.
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