NNN:If joining Jashinism would make up the time it took to post, I'd convert faster than Lindsay Lohan converted to Judaism. My computer broke, so I lost all access to the internet. And finally, yesterday I got a computer.
Anyway I have notes for you:
1. The title is joke on a well known quote. Where is it from?
2. Look out for a huge foreshowding near the end.
3. Last SasoSaku lemon, or even moment until a looooong time.
4. I'm sorry. Don't kill me!!!!!
Chapter Six
The Present
And She saw that all was good.
"The devil lies in wait,
behind the Angel's façade.
And with pleasant dreams he baits
the sleeping angel alone in the glade.
And the Angel sleeps,
But the Angel's heart the Devil sells
And the glade weeps
For the Angel the Devil never tells."
"Now I believe you owe me something, little girl." Sasori said, coming closer to Sakura.
A draft escaped through the window, its wind ruffling his blood-red hair obscuring his face from view. The wind then threaded itself between Sakura's petal-like hairs, gently landing it on her face. Her green eyes, grey with the moon reflecting off them, stared at him in puzzlement. A moment of silence went by, with Sakura rubbing her palms together and giving an almost unnoticeable shrug. Her eyes stare at the puppet-master wondering what it he is talking about. Said puppet master smiles, as if reading her mind, and walks ever so closer.
"The antidote girl." He says, moving so close that he can touch her. Another step later, and he is pressing against her now shaking body. His wooden, although Sakura cannot see it, face leans in and his nose touches hers. There is always a mad look about him. Moreover, Sakura can almost feel the desire in his eyes, although he is emotionless. He is a wooden doll, but those eyes stare her as a hungry but clever wolf would at hare. A doll Sasori may be, but Sakura knew if he were not, she would have been feeling killing intent of such high level, it could make her faint. His chest reached hers and she felt the only living part of him stir. The charka core had been silently working but now it was busy pumping charka into the air. As if, the thing was greeting a friend, or someone who struck a sword through it. It accelerated into a constant speed, the rhythm mimicking Sakura's heart, never missing a beat. Sasori's lips kissed the part of the neck that held the jugular vein and then said, "But then again, I owe you something as well." he says.
"You see, girl, the Bijuu are extremely hard to control. In addition, you can only control them so long without a sealing. However, after using the Bijuu for what we need, we need to put them somewhere. And what is better than a jinnchuriki?"
As he went on, Sakura heard the word jinnchuriki. And at that word everything clicked to place. Why the Akatsuki needed her, why Sasori impregnated her and everything else started to make sense as her mind wrapped around one word; "No!".
Sakura, by the few years of intensive training, managed to get five meters between Sasori and herself. She took a stance, legs in a defensive position, her charka already circling around her fist. "You mean to say you raped me, are currently forcing me to have your child, and have almost killed my teacher because you plan to use me as a jinnchuriki's mother. Do you honestly, in your sick, delusional mind, Sasori, think that I would let my child be used as a vessel? Would I bring something the world already doomed before its first breath? And what happens when you need the bijuu again? Will you kill my child?
I may not be able to have an abortion, but I know plenty of ways to kill myself and my child." Sakura said, radiating her own killing-intent. Oh, how she wanted to kill this man. No matter if she died in the process, she wanted to kill him for dead this time. Sakura wanted to see him in tiny pieces, lying in a pool of his own poison. She was a medic-nin, a healer, a giver of life, but all she wanted to do was take away the life of the man's who would condemn both her and her child's.
Nothing else made sense to Sakura besides that; one week ago this thing decided to have his revenge by making her responsible for hurting those she loved.
Motherly instinct she may have just developed, but Sakura forgot a few things; this man was stronger and cleverer than she was, he had more experience than she ever thought she might gain, and that she was carrying his child. Sakura had forgotten the quirks of this s-class criminal; he disliked opposition or waiting, or that he had chauvinistic views over women. Most importantly, she forgot that he loathed puppets who did not obey their strings. "Crack!" That was the sound of his wooden arm shoving Sakura into the wall. The little light Sasori had in his eyes left. It was impossible to say whether he felt nothing or still held the need he had minutes ago. His right palm at Sakura's left shoulder, (Her left), he pushed on the joint with such force that Sakura barely muffled a sigh of pain.
"You little bitch." he said. Sakura winced a little more pressure was added on. "Who cares what you want, girl. You see after my 'battle' with you I decided to make sure you would part of my collection. I became angry that a little girl could even destroy my favorite puppet. However, Leader came to me with an offer. He said that to complete our plan we need a vessel. It is going to be an experimental sealing, the first Jinnchuriki to hold more than one demon, he said. However, a child may not survive process. It would be too much to handle. Unless it has perfect chakra control in its genes. It was as if vengeance was served on a golden spoon, girl. I told him that I had a perfect plan, which would complete soon. And I began to get a craving for more than your body becoming wooden. I wanted you so much. I began examining you, after watching you for some time I made my move."
His arm loosened for a second, so that Sakura let out a slight breath, but then more pressure was added on than before so than before. It hurt so much Sakura could hear bones cracking and felt tears in her eyes.
"Stop!" she cried but Sasori still put on pressure.
"How dare you even go against my decision? This is my child you damn brat! And your mine as well. As soon as the child is born I will you make my puppet. And not just any puppet either. Even if you were, you would be my favorite for the skill you showed in battle. No, I will make you a puppet like myself; I will make sure you live. So you and I can live forever. Together."
Sakura choked as the pressure left her arm.
"Forever?" Sakura whispered.
"Eternity." Sasori said.
"I rather die the most excruciating death ever in existence than live with you.," she said.
Sasori disregarded the statement and pressed his lips upon hers. It was a light kiss, not rough, and it seemed chaste. His hands lifted up her shirt, and Sakura realized she could not move. He was going to have his way with her. The shirt on the floor, his fingers threaded through her tresses. Sakura just stared as he tangled hair, and his hands brought him closer to her. She closed her eyes when he began nuzzling her cheek, and a minute later, her neck. He stopped for a moment here and kissed her neck. Sasori kissed her body up to her lips and kissed again there as well. The puppet master's tongue went inside her mouth now, and Sakura thought, not for the first time, how cold it was. It felt dead, and like a trespasser inside her body. It was tasteless, like putting a piece of wood in your mouth. His tongue jabbed her own, reminding the konouchi of her participation in this. Sasori's tongue forced her own to mingle with his for a few seconds before releasing for air. Sakura was panting and she looked at the puppet's eyes. Sasori met her gaze before ravenously overtaking her lips once more, all his reason lost. Sakura lost all reason too for she soon began feeling pleasure at his actions. As the kiss grew deeper, she threaded her fingers through his hair, and every so often would moan from a light mixture of pleasure and dizziness. The two broke apart for good, one panting and moaning, the other emotionless.
"Enjoying yourself?" he asked floutingly. "Not a snowball's chance in hell, Bastard." The still panting medic-nin said indignantly. "Where are your manners, girl?" Sasori said pleasantly, although his expression was anything but. "In bed with your mom." Sakura whispered.
"That can be arranged." He said.
"Eww-…"
His lips ravaged her neck, sucking on sensitive places, nibbling here and there. Sakura's eyelids fluttered as she felt faint from the pleasure she was getting.
His fingers started ravishing her body, slowly as if there was so much time in the world. His fingers, those wooden digits that had so much skill. He brought a country to ruin with those objects, and now these fingers were being used in another conquest, making her moan. The touches were light and feathery, tracing the curve of her spine, trying to memorize every curve they encountered. Time had descended into syrup. Up and down his hands went, and as Sakura sighed in content and wrapped her arms around Sasori, they began to toy with her chest bindings. Slipping under them, his hands traced the curve of her breasts, making lazy circles, before pinching her nipples. Sakura gave a squeak at that, and Sasori softly laughed.
Deciding that Sakura had been teased enough, Sasori tore her chest bindings. He looked at them for a second before remarking, "I should have savored your body more before taking you. It would have been more enjoyable for both of us. Not that I still didn't hear you moan like the slut you are.". Sakura drew away from him; glaring loathingly. "I am not a slut; or at least I wasn't until somebody raped me." she said bitingly. Sasori did not say anything, but resumed ravishing her neck. Biting her on the color bone, a spot Sakura realized that gave her a great multitude of pleasure, Sasori then traveled lower, his tongue licking her breasts. Sakura arched her self as she felt that cold intruding object on her nipple, making it perk up and sucking on it. Sakura moaned very loudly at this and Sasori answered by nibbling once in a while. After a few minutes of this, he switched his focus on her other nipple. Sakura's back arched, forming an crescent shape. His fingers lightly touch the new of her spine, massaging her skin. When his roaming hands reached her hips he said, "So young."
"Oh, so the famous Akasuna no Sasori is starting to feel old? Reminiscing about our childhood, are we?" Sakura whispered as his hands went lower, and lower. Sasori leaned in to whisper in her ear. "I never had a childhood, my dear." Sakura felt shivers as he said that, or maybe because his wooden hands were near a peculiar place. "So you chose to end mine?" she said, staring down.
Sasori smirked. "Your childhood ended long before I came into your life, little girl. Stop deluding yourself of any humanity I may have had. It's been gone for twenty years, and I have no use of your pathetic emotions." "Pathetic? Those emotions make me strong; you have seen it first hand, Sasori." Sakura breathed out as a finger slipped into her inner thigh. "Strong yes. But not with out your limits. Face it, foolishly stubborn girl you may be, there are barriers you cannot cross. I, however, have no limits." Sasori pecked her on the lips.
Sakura un-arched herself and pulled her body away from his hands. "Apparently, you have no morals too."
Sasori laughed, a dry laugh that sounded like the one he had given when he talked about how he was going to make her and Elder Chiyo puppets. "Morals? Human standards? It looks like I will have a hard time trying to teach you about the world. At least I have an eternity to do so." said Sasori.
"Teach me? As if I believe your insane ideas."
"There you going judging again. Why do you strive so hard to put something into a mold? Who decides what is sane and insane? Who has a right to control your thinking?" sneered Sasori.
"I can't believe I am having this conversation with a murderer."
"If I am a murderer, then what are you? Are you not a ninja? An assassin?" Sasori tried to reach for Sakura, but she edged away.
"It's different. You kill for personal gain. I do it for my village. And you kill innocent people." Sakura retorted. She was not doing a good job of defending herself.
"Really? How about people at the wrong place and time? Does your precious Konoha spare them too? And why are you a ninja? Do you not get paid for being an assassin?
Isn't money used for personal gain? Silly girl, the only thing that separates you and I is that a headband 'justifies' your crimes."
"And a cloak justifies yours?" Sakura said crossing her arms.
"No, unlike you, Sakura, I accepted that I have killed, tortured, and did other unspeakable things to people and that I have full credit for all those crimes. I do not need a slip of paper to tell people it was my duty."
Sakura's defiant face faltered. Hideously enough, his argument made sense. Was she a killer? Had she not taken a person life because a woman in a fancy hat told her to do so?
No, she refused to accept that she was anything like Sasori.
"You sit their talking about the people you have killed, not caring whether they have family, or children." The medic said, walking backwards to her bed. She skimmed her fingers on metal headboard, where she had hidden a kunai. Sasori did not seem to notice. In fact he looked angry.
"Oh really. In addition, how many families have you torn apart? How many orphans like me waited for their parents to come home because of your village?" Sasori said. Sakura stared at him. The air between had gotten cold, since the lust they felt a few minutes ago disappeared. Sakura met his stare and looked away.
Was it true?
How many children were on the street because of her or Konoha?
How many children waited daily for their parents who never came back?
"One too many." she said. Sasori stopped looking angry. Sakura buried her face in her hands.
'Damn him. Why did he have to tell me that? This is wrong, he is the murdering rapist who is using me to give birth to a demon-carrier. But he is a ninja. And I think my village has done worse.'
He was at her side instantly, his right arm around her, his wooden lips to her temple.
"It's okay, I am not going to blame you for your village's crimes. At least you acknowledged that I was right." His hands slipped off her pajama shorts.
The cold air felt wonderful on her naked thighs, rushing through her stomach. Sasori quickly left to put a seal on the window and door. Sakura observed him, watched how he imprisoned her.
"I don't want to be interrupted, Lovely." Sasori said tenderly. Sakura briefly wondered if he had been bipolar as a child.
As if answering her musings, Sasori smiled as much as his wooden body would let and told her gruffly, "Lie down." Sakura did, her legs slammed together but arms wide open. Sasori looked over her form, analyzing her, admiring her. His strange, sleepy hazel eyes were glassy but his face looked warm, and his messy hair framed his face, obscured the corners of his smile.
The young girl thought of a quote she had once read.*
The puppeteer climbed on to the bed and began kissing her stomach. It was smooth and toned from strenuous training, except for a scar above Sakura's midriff. Sasori smiled at it. "It suits you well, girl." he said. Sakura raises an eyebrow. "Yes, because I so love being stabbed in the stomach." she remarks. Sasori licks the scar, making Sakura give a tiny moan. "Think of it as a love scar." he says.
"That is so corny-" she began. Sasori's tongue treaded down, and stopped on her midriff.
"Open them." His face motioned to her legs. Sakura split her legs open and looked away, watching the window. 'Why am I submitting? Is it because of what he said about Konoha? And where is Sai? Or Naruto? Why isn't anyone coming? Why am I liking this?' thought the konouchi.
Sasori kissed her opening. Heat immediately rose to her cheeks as he licked the opening. His tongue prodded the opening before looking at Sakura. The rosette-haired girl nodded at him. Sasori plunged his tongue as deep as he could. After a few second of simply moving it in and out, he began making swirling motions with his tongue. Sakura moaned loudly and buried her face in the nearest pillow, which sounded like a cat being suffocated*. Sasori lifted her lower body up by thighs, and licked faster. If a spectator happened by on the two's activities, they would have sweared that the girl was in some sort of trance, her body arching and convulsing.
"Saso..ri!" she sighed.
His face up, and he wiped his face with the back of his hand. "You should see yourself, Sakura. Your face is as red as my hair. How you don't break a blood vessel with all that blushing is a mystery." Sasori said. The two were interrupted by a humming noise.
"Listen, my puppet. Your rescue party is here. And very late too. Don't they have any manners?" The puppeteer said a sing-song voice. Sakura regained composure and said, " I think they're right on time." A scream was heard in the hallway. Apparently Sasori placed traps as well. "Do you now? Oh well. I hate keeping people waiting so let us finish up." he said. Sakura flinched. "No! wait-" she began.
She did not get to finish because Sasori had slipped his pants off and was positioning himself at her entrance. " Hush." That was all he said before plunging in. Sakura gave a strangled cry. Sasori waited a few second before moving and out, slowly, and pressed his form against hers.
Sooner or later, the pain at the unexpectedness of his entrance subsided, and Sakura was once again a heap of moan.
"I hate you!" she moaned as his pace speeded up. Sasori smiled at this and gave a hard pound while kissing her cheek. "You don't mean that, little girl. You're just upset that someone you're supposed to hate, kill, is making you feel this way."
He pressed harder and lifted her legs, making himself go deeper.
"You know you love me, little girl. And you know this will last an eternity." Sasori said.
"No, I don't!" she screamed. It was almost at an end. She could feel that now familiar feeling of..
"And I love you too, little girl." he whispered as she came while arching her back.
He took himself out of her and dressed quickly. He kneeled on the windowsill before waving.
"Goodbye, Love."
The door burst open and Sai ran in towards the window, getting a glance of red and black cloak swaying in the wind.
Notes:
*The poem on the beginning is the one Sakura thinks of. If you don't get it review me about it.
*I was embarrassed writing this, so I had to add some humor before I broke a blood vessel.
Music Inspiration:
Pressure Point-The Zutons
Love Lockdown-Kanye West
You're Poison- Cascada
15 Steps-Radiohead