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A/N : It's here! :D Took me one week to write this with all the homework I had to finish. Luckily, they're all done now! Dying for more Akatsuki x Sakura - here you go! -spoiler- There's some hotsauce MadaSaku in this chapter -spoiler- Thanks for all the awesome reviews, love you guys :)
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She realised that being trapped between a wall and a chest wasn't a good feeling.
"You look pleasant, kunoichi. It'll a pleasure to devour you."
Defiant emerald orbs glared harshly back at the attractive bi-polar man.
"Bite me then, Zetsu."
© xSakuraWings
PART 15
He craved for more.
She could feel his desire for her.
His lips were soft but everything else about him was hard. His muscles, the one she was pressing her chest up against. His cold attitude, those walls were hard to break down. The look in his dark hazel eyes, they were so empty and full of mysteriousness. They were haunting her and sometimes, she saw a glimpse of pain in those orbs and it drove through her soul like a piercing sword.
Sasori tasted sweet like apples and smelled like scandal wood. He was pressing his lips hard on hers in a bruising and demanding kiss. A sense of relief flooded him as he let all his emotions go through him to her, through their contact. The only thing he wanted to do was to let her know. How much he wanted her.
Just when Sakura thought she was going to run out of air, the red head released her lips and pulled away from her, flushing and panting. If she ignored the fact that Sasori was an S-class criminal who loved turning humans into puppet, he was actually the devilishly handsome type with those sexy half-lidded eyes of his.
Still a daze, the pinkette stared at the red head with a silly expression. Her emerald eyes were half opened and half closed while her lower lip jutting out in the cutest pout or at least that was what the red headed male thought. Sakura was obviously so caught up admiring Sasori, his tousled red locks, those dark hazel orbs and his lips, his soft and delicious-
'Atta girl, you did it! For once, I'm proud of you!'
'Am I supposed to feel offended by that?'
'CHA! Good job getting some Saso-smexcilious-ri-lips!'
'Yeah…wait, what?'
'SMACK THOSE LIPS WITH YOUR OWN, GIRL. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!'
'Huh?'
Suddenly, the reality came crashing down on her. God, did she just made out with an Akatsuki and liked it? This was so, so unacceptable! She blinked once. Twice. She felt a whirlwind of emotions rising inside her. She felt embarrassed, furious, contented, relieved and irritated. "Sasori, you mpfhhh–"
She never did get to finish that sentence when a pair of lips crashed onto hers to silence her again. Sakura eyes widened. She wanted to smack some sense into his head not his lips! He was so cold a few moments ago and now he was kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
He tilted his head to get a better angle. She was like a drug to him, so addictive and it was never enough to satisfy him. Sasori could feel a warm feeling making its way to his stomach then spreading all over his body. It felt unusual. It felt good. Sasori pulled away again and stared down at her with such a fiery passion in his eyes.
"Do you understand now, little girl?" One edge of his lips tilted up into a mocking smile. "This is what I detest about being human." He continued in a bored tone. "But I can make an exception for this." His eyes sparkled with mischief and forbidden promises as his smooth voice spoke. "Don't you agree with me, Sakura?"
She could only stare blankly at him. Her mouth couldn't form any coherent words and it seemed like her tongue froze whenever she looked into those melting hazel orbs. Never had it cross her mind that this man could portray such intense emotional waves. The way her name rolled off his tongue sent pleasurable jolts down her spine.
"Do you expect me to say yes?" Sakura mock glared. "Y-You.." The strong tone in her voice trailed off and her eyes were downcast with a hint of pink spread over her cheeks. Since when had the ever-feared lioness, Sakura Haruno turned into one timid mouse?
This was quite unbecoming of her, always blushing whenever she was around with the Akatsuki. With a new profound determination, Sakura raised her head and hissed. "Don't think you can use me, Sasori! I'm not a puppet for your entertainment." If he thought she would fall victim to his chakra strings then he was wrong. All she wanted to do was for them to forget their past and bury the hatchet.
"SAKURAAA! SASORI-DANNA?"
Sakura looked up, huffed and released the collar of Sasori's cloak. "We're here, Deidara!" The pink haired girl tossed another hard stare before jogging away from him and out of the dark alley towards his noisy partner.
From the look on her face, he concluded that she would have another talk with him soon when they are alone. Sasori did not miss the small hesitation in her eyes before she could response to his question. The master puppeteer smiled to himself. If he could make Sakura nervous and edgy like this, not forgetting her pink faced reaction, Sasori no Akasuna would gladly repeat this again in the future.
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The explosives expert of Akatsuki bit his lip to control a snarl when he spotted his red head partner looking a little too smug and satisfied for his own good. With Sakura's face still red and her form dishevelled like that wasn't helping much either. Deidara frowned and dug his hand into his clay pouch, letting his hand-mouth chew clay. No, he wasn't going to throw a mini-bomb at Sasori, no matter how tempting it was.
Is someone jealous?
An amused voice in his head taunted. Deidara could feel anger radiated off himself and he tried hard to contain the raging emotions. The hand-mouth was greedily chewing more and more clay before spatting them out again inside his pouch. The blonde muttered, "I'm not, yeah."
Deidara found it rather hard to tear his eyes away from Sasori. Unknown to him, the blonde was actually straight right glaring holes through his partner. Funny, he didn't even know that he was glaring at the puppeteer. Wait, why was he glaring at Sasori again? It doesn't seem to make sense.
You. Are. Jealous.
He gritted his teeth, hoping to silence the annoying voice in his head. "I'M NOT, YEAH!"
"You're not what?" A feminine voice piped in.
"I said I'm not –"
Deidara glued his mouth shut before he could embarrass himself any further. No way, he was going to let his object of affection know that he was jealous of Sasori. First of all, why should he, the strongest and much-more-handsomer than his partner and other males of the Akatsuki be jealous of that puppet boy? That would just be so unmanly of him. Right, Deidara's got a pretty big ego.
He faced Sakura, laughing slightly while rubbing the back of his neck or more like brushing his blonde ponytail. When it was time to come up with an intelligent, wise cover, the Akatsuki bomber was clueless. "I said I'm not…" Could she stop looking at him with those large emerald orbs? It was so distracting, he couldn't even think.
On the other hand, the pinkette thought Deidara had finally cracked. To think, that he would shout random thoughts out loud somewhere in the middle of the street. Speaking of streets, she could feel everyone's eyes on them. This type of situation reminded her of the outings with Naruto. The hyperactive ninja was too loud for his own good which earned a smack across the head from his pink haired team mate usually.
And then a huge light bulb appeared on top of Deidara's head and then it exploded into small fireworks. He smirked and crossed his arms, looking very pleased.
"I said I'm not letting Sasori-danna buy his sex toys anymore, yeah."
At that very moment, Sasori who was a few steps ahead of them, almost tripped and fell down on his face. Sakura, whose face was cherry pink again, replayed Deidara's words over and over again in her mind. Inner Sakura was losing lots of blood due her massive nosebleed from picturing the red head trying his 'toys' on himself.
'I have to say – too much Sasori goodness in a day is NOT healthy.'
Sakura had to agree.
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[ Back at Konoha ]
"Surely, you're kidding me."
"In the name of Senju, this is no joke." The busty woman exclaimed. "By all means, this is deadly serious." She paused and let her fingers gripped the edge of her new office table. Her old one had been smashed into pieces just a few days ago. Too much intake of sake. Drunk. Enough said.
Despite the thickening of tension in the air, he raised a silver eyebrow. "It's not that simple isn't it, Hokage-sama?" The Godaime Hokage wasn't looking any better to him, in fact, she looked much worse than the yesterday. Eye bags, blonde hair sticking out in unnatural angles and robes slightly rugged.
Honey coloured orbs stared unwavering at his face. "Yes." She repeated. "Yes, it's complex, Hatake."
Kakashi's face turned dark. "Is it about Sakura?" He demanded, almost losing his aura of calmness. Akatsuki, what are you up to now?
"Calm down, Hatake." Tsunade released her grip on the desk and proceeded to flex her fingers. "There is a reason why I've sent your nin dog to get Naruto and the others back here." She snapped her gaze away from him, a guilty look plastered over her face. "The mission: tracking and saving Sakura Haruno is to be abandoned."
Kakashi clenched his fists. He knew Tsunade had told Pakkun to stop Naruto and his friends from continuing the mission for their safety. Naruto's safety and the Kyuubi inside of him. What he failed to understand was why his precious student, Sakura's life was thrown aside so easily, without trying? After meeting with Akatsuki, did she even survived? The more he thought, the harder it was for him to control himself.
"It's not easy for me either." Tsunade kept talking. It was almost as if she knew Kakashi was going to seek for answers. "Sakura, she's my apprentice and the best I could ever have. She's going to succeed me one day, I know. Up until now, I've been treating her like my own daughter and sending her off to one mission, one she wanted so much it was going to cost her life, I would never have done so if I had known." Her eyes shone with unshed tears. "I care for her, Hatake. I'm like her mother, I taught her how to stand back up on her feet and live her life."
There was understanding between them. Kakashi had watched Sakura grown into a strong, admirable kunoichi. After all those years, there was a bond between them. Somewhat like a bond between a father and daughter. "I know how that feels, Tsunade-sama." His one eye crinkled at her. "But I won't let it rest until I know the reason."
She released a sigh before skimming through her mountains of unsigned paperwork and scrolls. Tsunade pulled out the one with a red cloud marking on it. "This is it." She let her fingers twirl the black scroll and blew some dust off it. "Keep your eyes open and read this, Hatake." With that, she threw the scroll and Kakashi caught it effortlessly with a single hand.
"This is from Akatsuki." It was a statement, not a question. The sign of a red cloud on the black scroll was more than obvious. Without wasting time, Kakashi opened the scroll and scanned the contents, eyes narrowing at the lack of respect from the Akatsuki Leader for the Konoha's Hokage.
Hokage,
In order to avoid any misunderstanding between Konoha and Akatsuki, I have a proposal for you. This includes the safety of the Kyuubi vessel and your hidden village.
Akatsuki will cease all missions to hunt the Kyuubi vessel for a certain amount of time. At the same time, Konoha and its residents will not be harmed either. In return, the Akatsuki shall only ask for person – Sakura Haruno.
The medic is already under our care since 3 weeks ago and she will be for a period of time. Her assistance is very much needed for Akatsuki. We shall return her when the time is right.
Do not worry for we will treat her well. In the meantime, I must ask for you and your Konoha ninjas not to interfere with us or there will be some circumstances. If any of your ninjas break this treaty, the Akatsuki will not hesitate. Unless you wish for a full-out war with Akatsuki, decide the right choice.
I hope you know what to do, Hokage.
Signed,
The Akatsuki Leader
Pein
After he read the last word, Kakashi fought hard not to burn the scroll using a fire jutsu. He rolled the scroll back and placed it on Tsunade's table. He met her firm gaze evenly. "We do not have much choice do we?" He said with a touch of humour but inside the guilt ate him away.
The Godaime Hokage stood up and walked around the table. "I'm the Hokage." She stood at the window panel and stared at her beloved village. "I will do anything to protect Konoha." A single tear slid down her cheek. "Even if I have to sacrifice my daughter, I have to."
No words were exchanged. They already knew what to do despite how much it hurt. Kakashi nodded his head and excused himself to leave. He just hoped that the Rookie Nine would be able to take in this new information especially Team Seven.
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[ Back to Akatsuki Base ]
"You want that?"
"Yes, pass it here please. Make that fast, kunoichi."
She grabbed the spade lying on the side of the bucket quickly and moved to him at an agile speed. "Here you go!" She said in a sing-song voice, shoving the gardening tool at him and almost making the poor man tumble over himself. Dropping the spade into his hold, she took a step back to watch him.
Zetsu ignored the bright enthusiasm shining from her eyes. He'd never seen anyone with that contrasting shade of emerald before. And here, he thought he could enjoy a day off with his garden without any disturbance. Until a certain pink haired kunoichi came along and instantly became curious. The bi-polar man wasn't going to ask how she ended up here out of all the places in the base. Maybe, he wanted some company. Just maybe.
He shrugged and proceeded to dig a small hole in the dirt. Even under the calculating gaze of the pinkette, Zetsu kept shoving away. Gardening was the only thing that made him feel like … him. It was relaxing and one of his favourite hobbies other than hunting for man meat and eating delicious human flesh.
Sakura found herself rather liking this. Not Zetsu, but gardening. Back at Konoha, she loved gardening. She used to plant strawberries and vegetables behind her house in her mini garden. But her priority as a pledged medic nin came first, therefore her gardening habits had better be gone.
"So, you like gardening?" Well, that was a lame start of a conversation. Sakura brought her hands together, rubbing themselves. It seemed like he didn't hear her since he was preoccupied with the hole. She didn't blame him. Sakura was in her own world sometimes when she was in her mini garden. Anyhow, Zetsu could pretty much be the same.
The plant man finally finished his digging job. When he turned his whole body to face Sakura suddenly, she had to suppress a yelp. Who would have thought when come face to face, so close to Zetsu, he was actually not that bad?
'Screw you! He's a LOOKER.'
And there goes Inner ruining her day again. She shifted uncomfortably when she released he didn't tear his gaze away from her. Had she said something stupid? Maybe she should just get out of here and not risk Zetsu eating her alive.
His golden orbs blinked a few times before White Zetsu spoke in his light voice. "I can see you have an interest too. It's obvious." Black Zetsu ended the sentence with a sneer unlike his lighter and more polite side. He grinned and leaned forward a little.
"I used to have my own garden back in Konoha." Sakura blurted out and she had no idea why she just told Zetsu that seeing they were enemies after all. "I planted strawberries back then." She growled when there was humour flashing in his eyes. "Shut up, it has nothing to do with my hair colour."
The man with short messy green hair chuckled. "Pink isn't a common colour." His voice was neutral, a mix of his darker and lighter sight. He pursed his lips and Sakura wonder what it would feel like to touch them.
She was immediately aware that she had been staring at his lips too long. She coughed a little. "Anyways, back to your statement. Yes, I do love gardening." She laughed. "It's my favourite hobby! Or at least it was." Her bubbly laughter was gone.
When the sound of her laughter disappeared, Zetsu almost frowned. It was such a nice sound to hear, like bells chiming. He frowned when he saw the happy look and positive glow on her face fading away. It was so soft, he'd almost missed it if it hadn't been for the light wind carrying her tiny voice to him.
"Duty always comes first."
He noticed her eyes had turned into a deeper shade of emerald. How interesting. It was as though for every emotion, the shade of her eyes would change. The wind blew again, this time carrying her scent to him. Zetsu caught the whiff of strawberries and cherries and another scent he couldn't make out. It was heavenly.
"What're you going to plant here?" Sakura cheerfully asked her radiant glow back. She crouched down next to him. "I don't see any seeds here. Where're you keeping them?" She looked around.
Seeing her like this, it felt different. It was foreign. He wouldn't enjoy other people's company much even his own members. The only ones he could make an acception were Itachi, Kakuzu and Pein other than that he didn't enjoy their company either. He just knew they wouldn't disturb him. But with her, it was different. Like she was warming him up and getting into his skin without even trying much.
Deciding that he couldn't do much to reject this feeling, Zetsu brought his hand into his pocket and took out a yellow seed. Once again, Sakura was curious.
"This is a special seed, Haruno-san. One that you have never seen before." He rejoiced in his head when she moved closer towards him. "Unlike other seeds, this one will grow into something unexpected. Usually, it grows into a rare plant." He was ready to drop the seed into the hole and close it.
"Hang on." She grabbed his wrist, stopping him. "Let me do it."
Zetsu said nothing and passed the seed to Sakura, looking at her with such intensity his gaze swept a wave of shivers along the length of her body. Sakura raised an eyebrow before grabbing the seed and placing it carefully into the hole with such care. Her elbow was brushing his forearm but she didn't mind. The fact that her pink locks were brushing his nose was something she didn't know.
One second she was smiling at the closed hole and the next second she was thrown aside by a heavy weight across her chest and a hot breath across her face. Then, something white and black with two golden lights flashed right in front of her. Or maybe she was just dizzy. "Zetsu!" She hissed at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Strawberries." He whispered. "You smell like strawberries." Like a tamed creature, Zetsu nuzzled his face into her hair. He almost groaned at the soft and silky sensation with the heavenly scent of her. "You smell good." He mumbled in a drunken way and if he wasn't on top of her now, Sakura would be laughing.
"Get off me, you cannibal."
Great, it was back to the ever-popular name calling.
"Don't fret, Sakura. I'm not going to eat you." Zetsu said in an amused tone. "You're too interesting to be eaten off like that, kunoichi." He moved his face to the between her shoulder and chin, fitting perfectly. "It would be such a waste not to savour this." His tone was suddenly deeper and more seductive as he planted soft butterfly kisses down her neck.
"Stop it!" Sakura struggled and failed to keep back a small moan when he nipped her. She was grateful he wasn't using those sharp teeth of his. They could tear her neck off if he wasn't careful. She felt his breath hovering upon her face and one last nip before the weight above her was gone.
"Thank you for the meal. It was fulfilling."
By the time, she opened her eyes. Zetsu had already sunk under the ground and was nowhere to be seen. Great, she had just been molested from her upper shoulder all the way up to her hair with small love bites on her neck. And trust Kisame to arrive in the nick of time. Damn, luck.
He just stepped out from the bushed half-naked, without a shirt to cover his toned and delicious looking abs. There was sweat rolling down his shiny blue skinned chest.
She bashed herself for being such a pervert but still she couldn't keep her eyes off bead of sweat going down his chest and passing his belly button. Lower and lower, under the line of his sweatpants.
'Take that off, baby! Show me somemore!'
"Pinky, we're going to – damn." A low whistle came from the bulky man while ogling her cleavage. The girl didn't even realised the tank top had been unzipped all the way below her chest. If it hadn't been for the chest bindings, he thought. Kisame grinned. "Looking for some action?" Kisame wiggled his eyebrows suggestively earning him a killer look.
"Shut you bloody mouth, blue bastard."
"Pinky, if you can't get what you see, don't get mad." He smiled at her and looked away, no doubt laughing at his own comment about her.
"I'll show you mad!" And with that she was flinging herself onto him. "Shannaro!" She shouted a battle cry and sat on him to pound him real good. Literally speaking, Sakura was sitting on top of Kisame, on his stomach and straddling him, both of her legs at the side of his waist. His shocked face made a smirk grew on her face as she raised her left fist above him.
Sakura didn't pour in any chakra for the punch. Just when her knuckle was a few centimetres from Kisame's gill-face, she felt rough fingers grasping her wrist tightly and preventing her hand from moving. The pinkette frowned.
"Thought I'd let you beat me up that easily?" Kisame smiled haughtily, letting his fingers caress her smooth skin. "But I have to say I enjoy the view from here." His smile grew wider and his eyes glinted with pure intent. In a blink of an eye, their positions were reversed. Instead of the female straddling the male, Kisame was now straddling Sakura.
This wasn't the first time his face was that close to hers. The idea of Kisame being her best friend in Akatsuki was dumped into the trashcan. Her heart thundered in her chest as anticipation grew within her. He wasn't doing anything to her, yet. Wait, was she hoping for him to do something? Sakura pushed that ill-advised thought away. Never will she like this – on the verge of being molested or mouth-raped or worse by any Akatsuki members.
'Carry out the damn mission!'
'Pray tell, woman. What?'
'Mission to kiss every single Akatsuki male in this base! So far, we're getting to it. Keep up the good work!'
'They were the ones who started initiating the freaking kissing and molesting part! I'm the victim here, damnit.'
'There. Just look sexy and let sexy boys do the sexy work.'
Sakura could think of no defence. She blinked fearfully up at the blue beast hovering above her, looking like he had found food. "Make it fast." Whispering, she turned her head to the side and shut her eyes.
"Did you knock your head somewhere, midget?" His voice was laced with thick sarcasm. Who would have knew that Kisame had it in him? "You sound like I'm about to rape you." His head was thrown back in a barking laugh that sent vibrations to her smaller frame.
Kisame balanced himself properly, careful not to hurt Sakura as he stood. "Let's head back, pinky. It's getting late." The sunset was more than enough proof that it was. "Wouldn't want your mommy to worry would you?" A chuckle and an outstretched hand of Kisame's reached her.
Kisame Hoshigaki had stopped his advances on her.
He didn't do anything that she disliked.
He respected her?
She hoped so.
Confused and relieved at the same time, she did the best thing she could – don't ask useless questions and proceed to act like nothing had happened. Pushing her back up, she sat straight and nimbly zipped her red vest all the way up to her neck. Like the incredible medic-nin she was, she palmed her neck where all the love bites laid and pushed green chakra. Then, there were no more.
"Don't call me pinky." Sakura mumbled. There was a hint of respect and admiration in Kisame's eyes. They had vanished as soon as she grasped his hand with hers. "And damn right, my mommy Hidan will be worried." Grinning and fingers slipping with his, she walked back inside the base with Kisame.
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Falling.
Drifting.
Floating.
It just feels weird.
And yet it feels so right.
She was floating a bout in an endless time space. She passed through lights and shadows. As she moved, shapeless shadows and black clouds covered her sight. Sakura choked back a small whimper as she heard a blood curling scream echoing through the dark space. Then the scream faded away, soft murmurs began to crowd the dark space.
After a few moments, she finally gained gravitational force. Slowly, she was pulled back onto the surface. When her black boots touched the firm ground, she almost tumbled over. Sakura was flapping her hands wildly like a chicken to prevent her face from hitting the hard ground.
"Be careful, darling. You wouldn't want to injure that cute face of yours." His deep voice spoke. It sounded dreamy and exquisitely sexy.
Sakura was experiencing a weird flip flop in her stomach just hearing the delicious tone of his voice. "It's you, again." She said turning back into the professional kunoichi she was. At the same time, she was mentally telling herself not to turn around and run for her life.
"It has always been me, Sakura." He tried to make it sound convincing. He noticed that her brilliant eyes were scanning her surroundings and her chakra flaring to detect his. Not only that, her sharp ears also tried to pinpoint his exact location. So, his cherry blossom was insistent on finding him. A smile grew on his face.
"Yeah, more like the stalker of my dreams." The pink haired girl snorted. "Don't you ever get bored of this?" Of me? Sakura bit her lip and wondered if this powerful man would stop invading her personal thoughts or rather, her dreams.
He laughed, he actually laughed. How could he ever get bored of this? "Love, I'll never get bored of seeing you." His voice was a little off tune since he was still laughing. He stood behind the shadows, still undecided if he should show himself to her. Never mind, he would love to see her reaction again. To see her rosy cheeks blush a pretty pink shade and to see the way her self-confidence wavered as she stood her ground against him.
And this wasn't the first time they've met each other. It wasn't the first time Madara Uchiha deliberately made himself a part of the pinkette's dreams. It wasn't the first time that he had laid eyes on her and found this kunoichi rather different, dare he say exotic from other females he'd met before.
"In fact, what made you think that I would lose interest in you?"
Sakura's eyes flashed in surprise, clearly not expecting his sudden interest towards her. She hardened her resolve when she heard his footsteps edging closer towards her way. She could feel his anxiousness and excitement, from the way his chakra levels rise and fall increasingly fast. That was only because her chakra was doing the same thing.
"Finally decided to show your face?" A frown appeared on her face. "And I thought you would actually leave me alone." She gritted her teeth when she spotted him from where she was. The spiky raven haired Uchiha had a firm gait to his walk and he had the nerve to smirk, no more like smile at her like that.
'I don't give a damn! Even if the hunk's not real, let's ravage him!'
'Damn.'
'It's a one chance in your lifetime, girl! Listen to your conscience this time!'
'That doesn't sound convincing enough, Inner.'
Back to reality where Madara Uchiha, who was supposed to be long ago dead, was standing a foot away from her, Sakura wasn't sure which side he belonged to. Either this Uchiha was on the good side like Sasuke ( sort of ) or the evil side like Itachi ( he's not that bad ) It wasn't like he could hurt anyone if he just appeared in her dreams right?
A long, slender finger pushed her chin up for better viewing. His other hand trailed her chin, her cheeks and her eyelashes. "Such a beauty. Your name really suits you, Sakura." He purred her name and her eyelashes fluttered like crazy. "Cherry blossoms are quite frail, love. They get carried away by the wind and get lost easily." His thumb brushed her lower lip.
"And if you're a fallen petal of a cherry blossom," his hand drove into her pink locks, massaging her scalp. "I'll be the one to catch you." Madara dragged her body to his, embracing her. He placed his mouth next to her ear and breathed. "You won't be lost with me around, love." His leaned arms pulled her closer. "I'll make sure of it."
"Madara?"
"You're an asset to the Akatsuki. You're worthy of me, Sakura."
It all went black again. Madara was gone. The feel of his spiky hair poking her neck. The feel of his breath against her neck. The warmth of his chest on her own. His rhythmic and lullaby heartbeat. She was dreaming because everything felt so real yet so dream-like and unrealistic.
Sakura was determined to find out if Madara Uchiha still existed in this world if not a soul who could visit her dreams. A small part of her wished that he was still alive and living in this world, she had many questions to ask him. Starting from his interest towards her and his ties to Akatsuki.
[ End of part 15 ]
WHAM. BAM. KA-BOOM. To be continued ..
Frankly, I'm not sure when the next part will be coming out. *trollface*
My exams are starting on 8th February. A day before my BIRTHDAY :'( FML.
Anyways, I'll do my writing tasks on weekends. Let's pray for inspiration and hardworking-ness for me okay?
That would be all from me now.
We shall meet again in the next chapter or in your dreams xD
xSakuraWings