The Moon That Embraces The Sun

Chapter 6:

Transparent, Sharp and Piercing the Heart


Title: The Moon That Embraces The Sunn (Previously 'Guilty Pleasure)

Rated: T

Pairing: Multi x Sakura

Plot:

The "thorn bird" of the title refers to Sakura's character, who only brings out her best at the cost of great pain. A thorn bird is a mythical bird who searches for a thorn tree from the day it is born. When it finds it, the bird impales itself upon the sharpest thorn, and rises above the agony to sing the most beautiful song ever heard.


Flashbacks


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"Show me a hero, and I will write you a tragedy." F. Scott Fitzgerald


"I've finally found you...My...beloved"

Those feelings that ran down my spine was something I could not describe, nor the horror that dawned on my face and suddenly like cold splash of water, the safety of Gaara came into my mind.

Sasori tilted his head and his eyes landed onto the child. To his eyes, the child-new born obviously birthed few hours before and a woman he had been looking for holding it in her arms could only make one to misunderstand and make him ask:

"You had a child with another man I see...red hair..from his father I assume" Clear jealousy filled his sarcasm.

My stomach did a tumble and seemed to lung its acid over my organs, melting them slowly and painfully, my nail gripping the sheet covering Gaara's helpless body. I signalled Chiyo-sama to go. Get away. Run..move! And with minimum movement, I handed the baby Gaara to her and she slowly slide out of his sight.

As great ninja he became, he knew his grandmother was running away with a child and as much as he was tempted to kill the baby, his eyes was only focused on the person right in front of him, whom he searched for many years and alas, after all this time, his patience finally paid off. There she was, standing, proud and prideful, strong and cold just like she did thirteen years ago.

He wanted to hear what she had to say.

His sandal touched the ground with his Akatsuki cloak ruffling behind him.

"Tell me, how did he manage to tame that cold side of yours?" A loud slap resounded around the oval room as his head snapped to right at the force he realised she concentrated little bit of her chakra to inflict more pain and power.

"My, if it would have made you this angry, I would have done more haven't I? And if you have been paying attention closely which you should have, you would realise that child isn't mine." I turned his head toward me before soothing his hot, red cheek.

"It's been almost thirteen years hasn't it?" I went to sit by the window, raising my legs almost carelessly and looking out at the dawning sun.

"You haven't changed at all, Sa-ku-ra" He teased as he came to sit beside my arm, and so naturally his hand came up to brush my cheek.

"And you've grown to be quite handsome, Sa-so-ri" I decided to play his little game of his and replied with equal amount of teasing. This seemed to stir something inside him because his face lit up at the compliment like a child rewarded with a treat after his hard work.

His hand fumbled around the collar of my kimono, and his eyes darted down. I brought my hand up, grasped his cloak and he didn't realised what I had in mind because there was a surprise written on his face when his back painfully collided against the wall and created a small crate on once flat, solid concrete.

"I don't want no child. No. I know you didn't came here just for me, Sasori. Your words are too..." My palm collided with the wall just above his shoulder, "Sweet. Ah" I sighed, "Oh, as I expected why are my hunches always right? Just like how unlucky it felt, you are simply a messenger. What you said to me..its from someone"

Sasori smirked, "You are right. Our leader wish to see you" A slight envy.

I blinked, "Pain?"

"It seems you've heard about us then..Sakura, come with me. Leave these people that hold you behind. You know how I feel about you" He whispered in silent invitation.

I tilted my head, "I don't want a delinquent. What would I do with a kid that doesn't know what love is, forget it" I moved away back to the window, leaving him frowning at my saying.

"What are you saying? I am being my most sincerest"

"Are you crazy? Why would I be anxious and care about you?" He came forward to justify his points but I blocked him by raising my leg and holding him back with my heel.

"I have other things making my head hurt beside you. I'm busy trying to do my own thing well, I don't have time to play around with a little kid like you. Go play with the other cute kids. I want a real man, I'm waiting for a real man" At this remark to his man-hood, no man would be calm at the moment. His hand grabbed onto my shoulder before fling me across the wall, hand tight against my throat and other grabbing my waist.

"That was uncalled for Sakura. If you want, I can show you how 'manly' I can be" He retorted before dipping his head down to kiss down my neck.

"You act manly but for some reason, I don't believe it." I pushed him far away before putting up kimono back up my shoulder that came loose from being assaulted. I was starting to get little annoyed that he was being such stubborn he almost reminds me of Madara in his young days.

"Let me try to break it down for you one time. I won't hate you for deceiving, so don't worry. I'm too busy to have time to hate you, I'm sorry, little baby, this onee-chan is kind of busy so don't worry and just go play somewhere else"

His eyes saddened suddenly when he realised his loss of the game but I could still see his now died down obsession still ignited deep inside.

"You know this is always open." He reached down to steal a kiss from my lip a long and sweet; he finally backed away now serious, he took out a letter from inside of his cloak and handed me the neatly folded letter. He was finally gone, gladly without any battles or violence.

I finally sat down with calm, peace now filled with my mind enough for me to open a letter in hurry to see what he had written. His handwriting was neat and solid-a reflection of his character with beginning of the gratitude for saving his life.

To Haruno Sakura,


The familiar looking boy turned out to be no more than the future Uchiha heir, Uchiha Itachi. Their face that shared unmistakable similarities but their eyes held different meanings toward everything caught me off guard for a moment. My eyes traveled back to the the seven year old trailing behind as I went around healing any fallen or wounded soldiers in the ground and many recognised the missing heir was found, they went to alert his parent.

His father and mother came as calm and patient. There was no hurrying in their steps nor any worry present to their faces, then the woman came down to hug her son in ironically warm embrace against the odds; the father, grateful to his founder offered any of his assistant.

"I have only found him in spare moment of coincidence, Uchiha-san, I have only done what a normal person would to a lost child." I gave him a hint there was nothing I desired out of this as he bowed in gratitude at rescuing his son.

Few words were exchange and they decided it was time to go home after finishing their deeds as they pulled their son along but even when Itachi was pulled by his arm in gentle touch by his mother, he found himself looking back at the departing figure, amazed and allured. He swore he saw glint of emotion that he could guess was sadness in her eyes.


By the time Hana and me went back to the village, I noted some part of the village had change either rebuilt some time during the war or some were built to be easy on the eyes. Using the money given by Chiyo and the current Hokage, I had managed to buy some kunai, a handful of senbon and two coils of wire, in addition to two crates full of empty vials. With the help of Hana's eyes, a trained assassin, she had actually bought some good quality stuff. Although she had been somewhat uneasy at first when handling the weapons with all this war and unwelcome memories, but afterwards, as time went on, she had relaxed somewhat and had acted somewhat normally on the way back.

Half way down the busy town, I abruptly stopped making Hana who was quietly following me behind with a satisfied smile of fulfilling every women dreams of shopping bumped into my back and questionably looked at the back of my head.

"Hello." I greeted to the woman.

Hana realised who she was talking to. The woman was a beautiful blond some where in mid-20s with shoulder-length bang framing her face into nice oval shape but the most noticeable feature was her rather large bust that made all men wander their eyes to her revealing cleavage. She was simply beautiful enough to rival her mistress, Sakura-sama but from last time Hana could remember, she recalled her having a Yin seal on her forehead only her now was missing.

Then she knew who the beautiful woman was and she had no idea what was going through Sakura's head as she watched her old mentor, young and alive, but her eyes contained undeniable sadness. She supposed the death of her younger brother.

The blond woman, puzzled but regardless, returned my greeting.

"Hello. You are?"

"Sakura. Haruno Sakura. You must be Tsunade-sama, I heard a lot about you and your medical abilities, rivalling that of Chiyo-sama"

"Yes. Thank you but I must be going" Tsunade hurriedly tried to pass by but my hand shot up to grab her wrist.

"It's not a manner to go before a greeter ends the conversation." I felt her chakra gathering in her hand and let go before we made a scene in front of innocent civilians.

"I knew your mother." This made her stop in her track and turned her head, "I waited for a very long time for you." And so I went to hug her and felt her stiff under my cold skin, "My dear mentor"

We decided to move somewhere quiet to sort everything out and there was few tears from all of us as I told about Hana, me, her, Naruto and others and the future to come. Tsunade offered her help when the time was right but before that, Tsunade told her intention of leaving the village for a while to travel around the world but she promised me to write every week to update her locations and status.

Hana and Tsunade then left to leave me on my own accord, the park where I use to play was deserted of any presence of people and the sun was shining with hue of orange in the last attempt to shine bright before allowing the moon to over come the world with the darkness.

"Haruno-san." The small but strong voice called and I turned to the source as a boy came out from the bush.

"Uchiha-san" I said, surprised.

"What are you doing here, you should be home" I told.

"I apologise but would you mind if I borrow your company for a while." He asked quite straight-froward and added, "If you choose to"

I nodded and he came to sit on the bench next, "I want to thank you properly for saving my life. I am in your debt and therefore, I wish if there's anything I could do to repay for your gratitude." Even as a five years old, his mind was too mature. I wondered if it was that may have been some what a reason for his young death. A maturity that was unsuited for a young body-a body of a child yet a mind of an adult maybe it was that he was too selfless to think about his own choice.

And as he asked for a wish of mine, there was a something that clicked inside my head, a gambling I should use this to shape and mould the young Uchiha heir into something that may help me.

"...You..would really grant my wish?"

"Yes." Was all he could say.

But he wondered, why on that day, the moment he said yes; her expression fell from her lip.


"Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torments of man." Friedrich Nietzsche