I apologise for not updating this in so long, and I'll promise I'll make it up to you :D It really has been a while. Infact, so long that I had to reread my story so far to catch myself up on what was happening. I'm not sure which direction this story will take since Sakura is dating Kiba, and her dad is still violet, so I'm sort of letting this story take the wheel and steer itself in which ever direction right now.
So thats funny, we can both sit back and watch where this takes us. The same for some of my other fanfictions. Thank you to all of those following this story and those who have also read my other fiction stories.
His Wings
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Its a few good minutes before something suddenly shoves my father out of the way, a hand comes out towards his neck, hitting a pressure point.
My vision blurs for a second, not taking in the dramatic motion in front of me.
My father falls into the couch arm, knocked out. Sasuke turns to me, gently picking me up, and I start crying, unable to stop myself as soon as the first tear falls. Sasuke hushes me, and walks up the stairs, turning on the light with his elbow in my room and sets me on the bed.
"You-you saved me." I whisper as he walks into the bathroom and I feel a strong sense of deja vu.
He appears in the doorway, and closes my door behind, putting a familiar first aid kit on my bed near where I am sat, my hands between my knees, my head down. This helps me keep the pain to a minimum.
"I promised I'd be there." He mutters, almost mad, and pulls open the first aid kit.
"I'm sorry I was late. If I had come back earlier, he wouldn't have done this to you.." He strokes my bloody forehead and I wince.
"It's okay." I choke out, my throat dry and raspy. Sasuke pulls out some bandages and a cloth, proceding to wipe my head. He cleans off the blood and lightly undoes my hair clip, pushign my pink hair aside to get a look at the wound. He frowns, reaching for the rubbing alchahol again.
"I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow morning." I nod, and suddenly notice something.
Sasuke isn't wearing his jacket.
"Did my father see your wings? Oh my god- what-" Sasuke cuts me off, dabbing my head wound.
"He was drunk, he won't remember any of this." He kisses my forehead and grabs a bandage, wrapping it gently around my head. He sighs, and stands back, his fingers touching my arms and ribs, searching.
"Are you hurt anywhere else?" I shake my head. My fingers go to my necklace, as Sasuke closes the kit and puts it on my desk. He turns towards the door, opening it and dissapearing. He reappears ten minutes later with a glass and a mug. He hands me the glass of water, and I gulp the contents down, wincing at the pain in my ribs.
Sasuke smirks and takes the empty glass and gives me the mug. I hold it gently, sniffing the warm liquid. He chuckles.
"It's just tea. My mother used to give it to me when I had a headache."
His eyes sadden and I pat the space next to me, watchign him sit. I sip the tea, and lean into his shoulder.
"How was your date?" He murmurs, looking absentmindedly at the wall. I breathe in his cool scent, and close my eyes.
"It was good. I'll have to take you to the resturant some time, it'll really fancy but it's a lovely place. He kissed me." I whisper the last sentence. I feel Sasuke cringe ever so slightly, that I am hardly able to pick it up, but I do. I blush, taking my head off his shoulder. He leans back slightly, looking at me.
"That's great." His voice is slightly rough so I stare at him, innocently offering him my half full mug. He smirks, taking a sip, breathing out.
"Are we still on for bowling tomorrow?"
I smile at his question.
"Of course, you can take me to the hospital in the morning, and we'll go bowling that night." Sasuke nods, and smirks. He gets up and heads towards my door, turning back to me.
"I should probably go check on your father." I nod in agreement and shut the door behind him, pulling out a pair of sweats and a shirt from my drawer to change into. I decide to leave a shower for now, until my head is healed a bit more. I lay down on my pillow wincing a bit, before passing out. The last thought to leave my head is what Sasuke had meant by checking on my father.
He probably just meant to put him on the couch and make sure he isn't dangerously hurt, I guess.
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"Your head doesn't look to bad, I'm sure it's just a bit fractured. I won't need to do x-rays, I'll just give you a few stitches and you'll be okay. How did this happen?"
The doctor turns towards me, his eyes darting to Sasuke who stood in the corner of the room, leaning on the wall.
I bit my lip, thinking of an excuse, as I kicked my legs out in front of me. Just as I am about to answer, Sasuke comes to stand next to where I'm sitting on the bed, and holds onto my shoulder.
"We were over at her house, and the carpet on the stairs is slippery, and she tripped while walking down, landing on the wood floor at the bottom." Sasuke lies smoothly, his hand clutching my shoulder a bit tighter.
"I'm sorry about that, you'll have to be more careful, Sakura. Is this man here your boyfriend?"
This makes me blush and open my mouth, no idea how to answer.
"No.. we're just friends." I murmur out before Sasuke can answer. I look down at my knees, slightly sad. The doctor nods, turning his back to us, rummaging around in his drawers.
He pulls out a plastic case and some gloves.
"Well lets get you stitched up then." He smirks, watching my eyes widen.
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"Okay, let me get this straight, you're seventeen and yet you asked the doctor for a lolipop?" Sasuke says, shoving his hands in his pockets, as we walk out of the hospital and down the street towards the center of the city. I pout, pulling the candy out of my mouth.
"Well the hospital ones are the best." Sasuke chuckles, grasping my elbow, pulling me around a corner. I check my watch, seeing it is only one in the afternoon.
"Where are we going?"
Sasuke shrugs, looking at the passing stores. "I thought we could just hang out until we go bowling."
I stick the lolipop back in my mouth, turning to a shop coming up in front of us, and smile. I grab Sasuke's hand, pulling him into the clothing store. He smirks following me in, raising an eyebrow as he takes a look around.
"Why are we in a vintage clothing store?"
I shrug, turning to a clothing rack in the middle. "You said you wanted to hang out."
I rifle through the clothing on hangers, pulling out something every once in a while. My hands grasp a piece of leather, and I pull out a hanger, staring at the jacket before me. Sasuke stares at me, smirking. I push the jacket up to his torso, measuring in my head if it is his size. I grin.
The jacket is like his own one, only a darker color an adorned with tiny spikes on the shoulders and cuffs. I shove the jacket in his hands.
"Go try this on." He smirks.
"I have a jacket, you know." I stare at his brown one on him and shake my head, pointing to his shoulder and his elbow.
"It's faded and has all holes in it!" I protest, watching Sasuke look down, finding the holes with his eyes. He sighs, heading to the changing rooms. He opens one of the curtains to one, closing it behind him. I lean against the wall by it, suddenly thinking of something.
"I've been meaning to ask you something, Sasuke-kun." I can practicly hear him smirk as I hear the zipper open of the jacket.
"What?"
"How do you wear shirts when your," I lower my voice, "wings are attached to your back?" I put my ear to the curtain, feeling a finger poke my cheek. He chuckles, opening the curtain, wearing the jacket, and turns in front of the mirror.
"I put holes in my shirts." I smirk, touching his shoulders, looking at the jacket on him.
"But isn't it a pain to get the shirt on with your wings?" Sasuke laughs, turning again, pulling at the jacket.
"You get used to it. By the way I like this jacket." He pulls at the pricetag on the sleeve, checking it. I glance over his shoulder at the price, pulling my wallet out of my back pocket. Sasuke turns to me, raising an eyebrow. I stare back, opening my wallet, checking the bills.
"What? I want to buy you it." I say innocently. He rolls his eyes, heading back to the changing room to put his old jacket back on, before I pull at his arm.
"Wear it out of the store." I pull out fourty dollars, replacing my wallet in my pocket, watching Sasuke look back at his old jacket.
"What about my old one?" I shrug. Sasuke shrugs back, and rolls his eyes, picking up his old jacket and tosses it into a trash can by the changing rooms. My mouth opens slightly, as I throw my lolipop away and stare at him wide eyed. He shrugs again.
"What? I got that thing for like ten bucks. No more. Plus I put all of my stuff in the pocket of this one." He smirks evily, and I laugh, pulling him to the counter, asking the lady to cut the tag off. She hands Sasuke the scissors as I pay and am handed the reciept. Sasuke hands the scissors back and throws the tag away, turning to me. He uses one of his half smiles on me, and leans down to kiss my cheek gently.
"Thanks, pinky." He pulls at his new jacket once more before heading out the store door. I blush and follow him, touching my cheek.
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"You have got to be kidding."
"I am not."
"I don't believe you."
"How? It's simple. Freddie Mercury was gay."
"I don't believe you."
"Fine, be mistaken."
"Sasuke-kun! He wasn't gay!"
"Uh, yes he was."
"I refuse to believe this."
"Fine, Google it."
I huff and look away from Sasuke, who smirks.
"The lead singer of Queen was not gay!" I turn back to him and cross my arms. He shifts on the park bench we are sitting on, throwing an arm across the back of it. He sighs, leaning his head back.
"Think what you want." He smirks again, looking around. I sigh, looking down at my feet.
"How did we end up at the park anyway?" Sasuke mutters, eyeing a kissing couple across on another bench. I blush, looking away.
"You said you felt like sitting down like a lazy ass." Sasuke huffs this time.
"I did not say lazy ass." I giggle, checking my watch.
"Do you want to get something to eat before we meet Naruto and Hinata?" I eye the setting sun by the lake. Sasuke shrugs. He stands up, pulling my hand, hoisting me up to stand next to him. He looks into the distance.
"What about that new resturant you went to with your boyfriend?" He grins. I gasp, swatting his arm.
"Sasuke-kun, it's a five star resturant! We'd have to be dressed formal!" Sasuke grabs my arm, pulling me along in the direction of the exit of the park.
"Ah, what the hell. This should be fun." I can't help but laugh.
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"Atleast we didn't get kicked out." I mutter as we head out of the resturant towards the bowling alley. Sasuke chuckles, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"We were close. I think the waiter didn't appreciate my new jacket. Or the fact that I leaned back in my chair half the time."
I giggle, walking next to him on the street, looking into the passing store windows. We turn a few corners, ending up talking about Michael Jackson, when we are suddenly standing outside the bowling alley. Sasuke looks up at the sign, smirking.
"I hope Naruto's ready to get beaten." I punch his arm, pulling out my phone, texting Hinata, telling her we are outside. Sasuke looks down at me, a cheshire cat grin suddenly appearing on his handsome features.
"So... when am I allowed to meet your dearest boyfriend?" I blush, looking away.
"When I see him next and your around I guess." I spot a familiar blonde haired guy in the upcoming crowd and inwardly sigh, thanking Naruto for saving me from an awkward conversation. Naruto runs up to us, pulling Hinata behind him. He hugs me, and I hope my beanie covers my stitches enough for him not to notice. Hinata steps forward and hugs me too as Naruto bumps knuckles with Sasuke.
"You ready to get beaten?" Naruto grins, putting his hands behind his neck. Sasuke crosses his hands smirking.
"Nope. But you are." Naruto frowns, and I open the door for them, giggling with Hinata. Hinata walks ahead, holding hands with Naruto, leaving me walking behind with Sasuke. I turn to him, smiling slightly.
"We've already made a bet if that was what your wondering." Sasuke smirks, putting his hands in his pockets, buying the bowling tickets at the desk. The four of us grab our shoes and head to our lane, and sit down.
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"This is going to be one heck of a close bet." I murmur to Hinata, laughing as once again, Naruto ties his score with Sasuke. Hinata nods in agreement, and we huddle closer, watching the two standing up and arguing.
"Sakura-chan, can I ask you something?" I turn to Hinata, smiling and nodding.
"Sure, whats up?"
Hinata looks away breifly before turning back to me, blushing slightly.
"Do you like Sasuke-san?"
I blush slightly, turning to look at Sasuke, taking in his layed back appearance and cool exterior.
"He's a really good friend." I say softly, turning back to Hinata, seeing her watch me.
"Do you like Kiba?"
My mouth opens slightly, as I try to come up with an answer. I lean back in the chair, again looking over at Sasuke, watching as he chuckles at Naruto's cheshire cat grin, and puts his hands in his pockets. I suddenly want so bad to tell Hinata that Sasuke is an Angel, but I fight back the urge, knowing it's not worth risking my time with Sasuke. I turn back to Hinata.
"Honestly.. I don't know. I mean he is funny, nice, cute, and he has a great personality. I like him, and I want to be his girlfriend." I say confidently, not realizing that at that moment Sasuke sits down next to me, hearing every word. He keeps the calm look to his face, but I recognize a touch of emotion in his eyes, a feeling I cannot name. He looks towards Naruto.
"He's loosing by a few points." He smirks, somehow going back to his usual self. He stands up, looking from us to Naruto.
"I'll go get some drinks. You coming, pinky?" I turn to Hinata, who smiles sweetly, and nods. I get up, watching as Naruto sits in my place next to her and wraps his arm around her, kissing her lips. I can't help but feel slightly jealous.
Sasuke pulls out his wallet, leaning against the counter, ordering the drinks.
Not knowing what to say or do, I place my hands behind my back, and read over the overhead menu, trying not to glance at Sasuke.
"Thank you." He suddenly says, as he grasps two of the cups, and I take the other two. I frown slightly, looking at him.
"For what?"
"For letting me hang out with you guys ... I've never really had a guy friend before." He admits, muttering the last part. I smile gently and nod.
"Well your welcome. And Naruto seems like the perfect match for you, he's as competitive as you are, maybe even more." We both laugh, as I put our drinks on the table and take a seat oppisite Naruto and Hinata, Sasuke sitting next to me.
Naruto eyes the scoreboard, leaning back, putting his hands behind his head.
"Well it looks like we're tied up for first, teme." I raise an eyebrow.
"Teme?" Sasuke smirks, leaning back too.
"You musn't have been paying attention. Naruto has been calling me that ever since I beat him the first round."
Naruto rubs the back of his head, and lowers his arm to wrap around Hinata's shoulders.
"We'd better call it a night. You know how Hinata's parents are. Home before eleven no matter what. We should do this again soon, it was fun."
"It was." Hinata adds, standing up, pulling Naruto up with her.
Sasuke and I stand up at the same time, and we exchange hugs, both walking down different streets. As I walk home next to Sasuke, my hand brushes his and I pull aaway quickly, acting busy watching the people on the street walking by.
"Where do you live?"
Sasuke turns to me, shaking his head slightly.
"Sorry?"
"Where do you live? When your not with me, or with Tsunade." Sasuke looks straight ahead.
"I rented an apartment a few minutes walk from the suburban estate you live in. Its not much, but it's sort of home." He shrugs. I turn to him, almost tripping over a crack in the process but regain my balance.
"Will you show me someday?" Sasuke chuckles.
"I might."
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We reach my home and I pull out my key, opening the door, seeing my father is curled up on the couch, snoring gently. We tiptoe past him and into my room, closing the door behind us.
Sasuke turns to me, a wide smirk on his face.
I raise an eyebrow, taking off my jacket, and throw my keys on the table.
"What?"
He smirks wider.
"How about we go for a midnight swim?
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I seriously can't believe I am doing this, as I stand outside my street, waiting for Sasuke to run back to his apartment to get swimwear. I shiver, pulling my jacket tightr around me as I see his silouette get closer to me on the street.
We approach the neighborhoor pool and I laugh, reading the sign.
"It says 9am til 9pm."
"Well we're a bit late. So?" He gracefully hops the gate, and undoes the lock from the other side, letting me in. He looks around, before stripping off his leather jacket and boots. I undo my hoodie and pull off my tank top, kicking off my own boots.
"What about your wings?" I put my clothes on a nearby chair, watching Sasuke do the same.
"It's too dark out for anyone to see."
He turns his back to me, and pulls off his shirt, and I watch his wings flutter. I grin undoing my jeans and pulling them off, folding them neatly on the chair.
"Are you sure you won't damage them by getting them wet?" I joke, watching him turn to me, giving me a god look at the rigid muscles of his torso. I blush, hoping the dark coves it. Sasuke chuckles, pulling off his jeans, revealing black shorts.
"How do you think I shower then?" I laugh watching him head to the deeper end and dive over the side. I gently walk over to the edge, sitting down, watching as Sasuke resurfaces, wiping the water from his face. I dip a toe in the water, watching his wings move underwater in the pool lights.
"Is it warm?"
"Of course."
I pout, feeling my toe get cold slightly. "I don't believe you."
He holds out his hands and I take them, and he turns and hoists me up onto his shoulders. I giggle, clutching his neck. My hands find their way into his hair, running through the black silkiness, before Sasuke promptly leans back, tipping me into the water, with a small splash and a squeal from myself.
I open my eyes underwater, getting used to the bluriness, and find Sasuke to be under with me, his face inches from mine. His hand reaches out to touch my cheek, and I move my hand to his wrist, cupping it gently. He smirks, leaning closer to me, our faces centimeters away, when my lungs grip themselves, telling me I need air.
I pull up to the surface, breathing lightly, watching Sasuke come up next to me. I reach out a hand to touch one of his wings. His hand comes up from the water and playfully splashes me in the face. I laugh splashing me back, before he dives under again, grabbing my legs.
We struggle underwater and resurface, as his fingers find my hips, gripping them. I blush, putting my hands on his chest.
"Sasuke..." I murmur feeling his obsidian orbs staring at my eyelids.
"We should make this a regular thing." He mutters, pulling away from me, getting out the pool, helping me out too. My heart drops slightly, as I grab my towel, wrapping myself in it watching Sasuke dry his hair and then his wings, finally wrapping it around his waist.
He sits down in the chair next to me, leaning his head on his hands, his elbows on his knees.
"I wish every night could be like this, so peaceful and carefree." I whisper.
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About an hour later, I am laid on my bed in a fresh pair of pajama's Sasuke next to me, leaning against my bedframe on his side.
I look over his shoulder at his wings, yawning.
"Do the feathers ever fall out?" I close my eyes, hearing Sasuke chuckle.
"Sometimes. They actually start to fall out one by one as an angel gets closer to an assignment. But don't worry, they grow back." Sasuke smirks.
"Have any fallen out yet?" I murmur, half awake.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." Sasuke chuckles again and I feel a blanket being pulled up to my waist.
"Night, Pinky." He says, as I drift into sleep.
"Good night... Sasuke-kun." I whisper.
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The next day I wake up to find Sasuke gone and another note by my dresser, telling me he has to take a day off today, he has cleaning and 'chores' to do. I laugh, and wake to find Kiba has called me a few times and left a message asking to hang out today.
I call him back and we agree to go to to the mall and also see a movie.
"I'm sorry I didn't call yesterday, I was out all day with some friends." I confess, pressing my phone between my ear and shoulder, rummaging around my books for my keys.
"It's alright, I had to go in to work with my uncle and help out at the police department." He says as I pick up my keys, pulling out something to wear from my closet.
"It'll be nice to see you, Kiba." I say gently, hearing him inhale on the other end.
"You too, Sakura." He says gently and we hang up. I run a brush through my hair, wincing as I go over my stitches. The pain brings my mind back to when Sasuke brought me into the hospital, and my smile drops. Thinking about Sasuke in general pulls my thoughts to more recent events.
As I get dressed I try to push what happened last night out of my mind and focus on Kiba, reminding myself it is useless to develop feelings for Sasuke, and that I have a almost perfect boyfriend, Kiba.
But not as perfect as Sasuke, my inner sneakily adds. I throw the thought away, grabbing my jacket, and heading downstairs. I wince, hoping my father is asleep, and to my luck, he isn't.
He turns to me, hearing me come down the stairs, and I realize he has made coffee this morning.
"Morning father." He nods at me, drinking his coffee. I pour myself a cup, looking out the kitchen window. I watch a bird fly past my mothers garden before turning back to the table, looking at my father.
"How are you feeling? You fell down and hit your head pretty bad the other night."
"Fine." He grunts out, picking up the paper.
I sit down next to him at the table, drinking the coffee.
"Would it be okay if I headed out to the mall today with a friend? Its a nice day out and I want to get some fresh air. And I think you should too."
He grunts once again, looking at me over the paper.
"Whatever. And I have to work today." He looks back at the newspaper, his eyes skimming the contents.
"Father?"
"What?" If anything his voice sounds a bit gentler. I ponder at if Sasuke has had anything to do with this change of heart in him.
"You should go out fishing again, you've always been so good at it. It would be nice to have a cooked fish dinner too." I murmur out lightly, heading to the sink to put my mug in it.
"Maybe later today." He mutters, drinking from his cup.
"Do you want any breakfast? I could make cinnamon toast?"
"No, its okay." He says lowly and I walk over and gently kiss his forehead. "I'm sorry." I pick up my coat and say goodbye to him, closing the door gently behind me. I'm already halfway down the pathway when he murmurs lightly from inside the house;
"Me too."
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Hope you enjoyed. :D
There's something I want to tell you, unless you have already picked up on it. How close an angel gets to an assignment is shown by the number of feathers that fall out of the wings. So... you can monitor and predict how close Sasuke and Sakura get to each other by the chapter titles. :D
You didn't think I would just make up a meaningless title for every chapter now, did you? Yeah, you probably did.
Actually, while I am still on the topic of plot discussion I must admit that I feel guilty. I know that to some of you, this random dramatic change in her father's behavior is shocking, but rest assured, he won't show it as much in the later chapters for a while. Plus, we never know what Sasuke did when he said he should probably check up on her father. ;) Even I don't knwo actually which shows how much I am in control of this compared to the story itself. I kind of sound mental, lol. Anyways, this could be a long fic, but I promise to update it regularly, and hopefully you won't be disspapointed at the outcomes. I hope you enjoyed it, and stay tuned for the next chapter. Review? Thanks :)