Ohhkayyy... Next chapter! ;D So tell me, guys, where did we leave off? Oh yeah. The kiss, though sadly, it might be short. I just feel like making you guys want more. xD ;o This will be my last chapter before I start school that will be updated probably in such a short time. I'll be busy with studies, so I won't have a chance to update so often, but I will try my best, for you guys. Anyways... I realize that back a few chapters, I didn't do some scenes that were mentioned (including Suigetsu's party a few chapters ago), so at the end of this story I'll have like sort of a deleted scenes thingy; and probably bloopers. ;o Lmfao. If I can. I don't even know how freaking long this story will be to be honest... Bah.
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His Wings
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The grip on my wrist tightens dramatically as I feel Sasuke's lips come crashing down onto mine. I already know kissing Kiba is nothing compared to kissing Sasuke. At some point I'm backed up into the wall by my bed, a tongue nudging my lower lip for entrance. I open my mouth slightly, breathing in Sasuke's scent, yanking my wrists from his grasp to run up his shoulders.
My fingers tangle in his black, too silky hair, as his own hands scurry around, finally finding my lower back. I don't know how much self control Sasuke has right now, but it's already apparent how much he had before to keep himself from kissing me.
I tilt my head upwards, feeling Sasuke lifting me by my hips so I don't have to stand on tiptoes.
It seems forever we continue to basically suck each others faces off, before Sasuke pulls back from my lips, his eyes opening. My fingers stupid trying to pull his jacket down his arms and my eyelids flutter, remaining closed.
"Sakura.. I-" I stand on my tiptoes now to plant a small kiss on his lips to shut him up. But Sasuke doesn't seem to agree. He pulls his hands from my waist, letting them go limp at his sides for a second. I run my hands back up to his neck, finally opening my eyes to stare at his pained expression. Sasuke lifts his hand up to my cheek, stroking it gently, before my vision turns fuzzy. I sway lightly on my feet, my hands pulling from him to hold my head.
"Sasuke-kun, I don't feel good.." I murmur, feeling weightless now. And not just because Sasuke has lifted me up and planted my on my bed.
"I shouldn't have done that... I'm sorry Sakura."
That's the last thing I hear from him before I completely black out.
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By the time I wake up, I have no clue where I am or what time it is. My blurred vision fades as I sit up, biting back an awful taste in my mouth. I turn to my alarm clock, reading the numbers with a frown.
I slept for six hours?, my mind wanders, as I look out at the midday sky. I pull out of my pink bed, yawning and walk over to the bathroom to brush my teeth. It's only when I return from my bathroom do I full grasp what happened a few hours ago. I grip the door frame frantically, glaring at the wall by the bed.
"Sasuke-kun..' I murmur, looking around my empty room, half hoping he would be there. I do not spot a note either.
Guilt overwhelms me as I walk slowly into my room again, falling back on the bed. A single tear comes to my eyes as I throw an arm over them, clenching my eyelids shut.
"What the hell did I do?"
I wonder how long it will be until Sasuke returns. I need to desperately apologize for what I did."
It takes me two times the amount of time as usual to get dressed and head downstairs. I put some toast on, but by the time I go to put some butter on it, I'm not hungry. I end up feeding it to the birds in our backyard. I sigh happily when I realize that my father has taken himself to the therapists and then work today; I don't think I would have the heart to face Tsunade. She would easily know something was wrong.
I must have "guilty" written all over my face.
I can't even face Kiba right now; and I almost thank myself that he's having problems with is ex, or else I would have to face him full on.
I decide to go Christmas shopping to try and clear my mind.
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Shopping doesn't last long, when I realize that everything I come across either reminds me of love, or Sasuke. I swallow a lump in my throat when I pass a stall selling leather jackets. I do eventually get my presents sorted out some how.
I find my father a very nice leather suitcase for his work, ramen pajamas (how they even make let alone sell them I don't know) for Naruto, a silk (like Sasuke's hair, shit.) bound scrapbook for Hinata, a nice silver chain for Kiba, a dainty necklace for Shizune and a pair of matching scarves and a lovely gold frame for TenTen and Neji. I fight with my mind about getting Sasuke a present; deciding I might as well to help with my apologizing.
I look through what seems like almost every store in that mall; finally giving up as I pass a similar vintage store to the one I got Sasuke's jacket in. My eyes wander across the window items absentmindedly before stopping at something shiny and glittering in the store light.
I stare at the silver pocket watch, my mouth open in a small 'o' shape.
I do not know why my eyes or mind is attracted to this particular item; it doesn't seem like Sasuke's type of thing. But either way, I walk into the store as if in a dream and head up to the counter, my mind running though much money I have left.
"Excuse me?" The guy turns to me, a nose ring glittering on his face. "Uhm.. how much is that watch in the window?" I gesture to the direction in emphasis. The guy frowns, tilting his head.
"The real silver pocket watch?" I nod.
"Well," he continues, "It's been in the window for a while and it's in out sale, so it's only three fifty." I nod to him once more, as he heads to the window to get it. I pull out my wallet, looking at the bills, pulling what is left of my money; only two hundred; and my credit card. I place the items on the counter, watching the guy come back.
He places the open box next to my money, picking up the bills and card. I drop my bags to the floor, reaching out to touch the silver chain, pulling the box towards me. I pull the watch out of the box, gently admiring it, before flipping it open, looking at the empty space on the inside of the cover.
"You can take it over to the jewelry store across from here, and get it engraved. The battery should be new too." The man hands me back my credit card, opening the till, ripping off my receipt. I take the paper and card, shoving them in my wallet as the guy closes the box and places it in a bag. He pushes it across the counter, offering me a small forced smile.
"Have a nice Christmas and New Year." I smile, wishing him the best too, and exit the store.
I end up also spending another one fifty on engraving the inside of the pocket watch with a single phrase. I remember how Sasuke loved the band Queen so much, and asked the jewelry woman to engrave "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" into it.
I wonder if Sasuke will actually like it.
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I decide to wrap all of the presents when I get home, because my father isn't home. Though I only get to wrap his suitcase before he returns home early from work. I hide the his present up in my closet and make my way downstairs, as he comes into the kitchen, putting his coat and keys down.
"Christmas presents?" He stares at the pile of items, wrapping and bags.
"Yeah." I pick up the scissors, placing Shizune's necklace box on the wrapping. I end up telling my father and showing him every present and who they are for. He nods gently, picking up Naruto's pajamas, chuckling to himself.
"Do you need any help?"
"Sure." I'd hate to miss an opportunity to set things right with him. My father picks up part of the wrapping, placing Naruto's gift on it, folding it.
"How is therapy, father?" I turn my eyes to him in a half glance, taping up the wrapping.
"It's good. I haven't drank in a while now, and I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Tsunade talks of you a lot, mostly pertaining to your uniquely bubblegum pink colored hair." He smiles slightly, and I giggle.
"Tell her it's all genes."
We finish up wrapping the presents, and I start preparing dinner as my father sits at the table in the kitchen, all of his work spread out around him.
"Who was that pocket watch for by the way? You never did tell me, and it's such a nice gift." I blush, looking down at the carrot I am chopping.
"It's for a new friend of mine. He just moved here a while ago.. his names Sasuke. And actually that was what I was going to ask you about. Sasuke's family.. died a few years ago, and I was wondering if he could spend Christmas with us." From behind my I hear papers shift, and something clink on the table.
"I suppose if he has no where else to go.." My father trails off. I let out a small sigh, nodding. "Thank you."
"Sakura?" I turn to him now, setting the knife down. My father stares at me with sad eyes, running his hands though his blonde hair.
"I-I know there is not enough apologies for what I've done to you since .. since Hana died. But I'm sorry that everything has switched so quickly, and I haven't had a chance to grasp what's going on for seven years. Can we start over?"
I smile lightly, kissing him on his forehead, sitting next to him at the table. He blinks at me in question.
"Of course, father."
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The next day I still don't hear from Sasuke, though I feel the familiar bout of deja vu. I realize it's time to man up to my guilt, and I pick up my phone, dialing Kiba's number before I have time to think. He answers on the fourth ring, which really is unlike him.
"Hey Sakura.." He trails off, and the barking in the background tells me he's at home with Akamaru.
"Kiba, uh, I was wondering if you wanted to do something today? I haven't spoken to you since the ice rink and I felt.. guilty."
It's not the only thing your guilty about, my inner sing songs to me, before I push her away.I hear Kiba choke slightly at the mention of the ice rink, but his voice doesn't falter as he responds to my request.
"That sounds cool, where do you want to go?"
"Since it's very iced and snow ridden outside, if you want you can come over to my house; my father gets home from work in an hour; I'm sure he'd like to meet you." I know I also want my father to meet Kiba so he doesn't think anything of Sasuke and I. I head Kiba chuckle lightly over the line. I imagine he has his trademark grin on his face about now.
"Are you sure your father allows you to be home alone with boys?"
I sigh, rolling my eyes as if he could see my face. "He knows I wouldn't do anything I would regret. He's made me go to court to witness a lot about unmarried pregnancies and what not." Kiba chuckles louder, and I hear a dog bark and run over to him. I imagine Kiba is stroking Akamaru's fur.
"Alright, I'll be over in a few. I hope you have hot chocolate." He hangs up, and I get up, walking into the kitchen, pulling out a pan and some cocoa powder, a small smile etched on my lips for once.
I don't feel so guilty for now.
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Kiba arrives within a few minutes, and I check the clock before I answer the door. My father should be home in half an hour. I pull open the front door to reveal a shivering puffy jacketed Kiba. I smile, letting him in, kissing his cheek. He lets out a final shudder, bending down to undo his shoes.
"My god, it's freezing. It must be like ten degrees out there." He steps out of his shoes and reaches for his jacket zipper as I close the door, shivering myself. I tug my sweater sleeves down my wrists, helping Kiba pull off his coat and place it on the coat rack. I run a finger through the fur on the hood, chuckling to myself.
"What's so funny?" He pulls me into a hug, wrapping his arms around my back.
"I didn't take you for a werewolf kind of guy." I grin, pulling away from him to gesture to his grey coat and fur hood in emphasis. Kiba lets out a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks around the living room, waiting for me to gesture for him to sit on the couch. I head into the kitchen, turning off the heated chocolate liquid and reach for two mugs.
I add whipped cream and marshmallows, bringing the mugs out to him, handing him one. I sit next to him on the couch, crossing my legs. Kiba takes a sip of the hot liquid, grinning at me through a mustache of cream. I giggle, smacking his arm. At least he's in good spirits and I am not yet feeling guilty.
For now.
"How have you been?" He wonders, setting his mug down on the coffee table coaster. I sip my own drink, putting it down next to his.
"I've been pretty good. I went shopping yesterday for Christmas, you wouldn't believe how packed the mall was. I could hardly breathe." I add for sarcastic emphasis. Kiba laughs, looking around him once more, before smiling at me.
"Same here. Well not the shopping part. I managed to get that done last week; thank god it wasn't as crowded."
"All the joys of shopping an the mall." I smile at him, nodding to myself.
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We end up just chatting thought the whole thirty minutes before I hear my fathers car pull up. I stand up, picking up our empty mugs and head into the kitchen. My father opens the door just as I come back out into the living room.
"Father.. there's someone I want you to meet." My father raises an eyebrow, as Kiba stands from the couch, heading towards him. He holds out his hand to my father, smiling.
"Hi, Mr. Haruno. I'm Kiba Inuzuka." My father nods, letting out a small hand and clasps his hand in Kiba's, shaking it slightly roughly.
"Pleased to meet you Kiba." I clasp my hands in front of me, biting my lip.
"Father, Kiba's uhm.. Kiba's my boyfriend." My father's eyes widen slightly, before he blinks, nodding at Kiba.
"How long has he been here?" He wonders, his protective side kicking in. I bite my lip again.
"Around half an hour. We've just been down here drinking hot chocolate and talking about school and christmas shopping." My father gives me a look for a few moments, before letting out a sigh, pulling his scarf from around his neck. "Alright. Did you save me any?" I shake my head offering to make him some anyways. He agrees, and he and Kiba rest on the couch in the living room; already bonding over football.
I bring my father out a large mug, handing it to him. He nods in thanks, and I sit next to Kiba, patting his knee.
"So Kiba, what do you plan to do after High school?" I roll my eyes. Typical fatherly Kiba doesn't seem to miss a beat, nor a smile.
"Well, my father's a police officer, so I want to follow in his footsteps. I plan to pass my SAT's and go into the Police Academy. In fact, my father has already got me into a summer training camp to get me some extra training. Summer of next year; senior year; I'll be over in the camp outside of the city." He grins in triumph, and I watch my father;s face crinkle into a smile of acceptance.
"How nice of him. I'm sure I've met your father, Mr. Inuzuka has been present at some court hearings, has he not? I've been down to the local police station a few times too while at work. I'm a lawyer here." He nods, looking at Kiba, who nods back, answering his question.
"Yeah, Dad volunteers to go in sometimes, but he usually specializes in the higher up cases, ones that involve Kadabber dogs and whatnot. He's planning on getting a promotion before the end of this year to become a detective."
"Well I'm sure the police force will be happy to have you, son." My father finishes his hot chocolate, and stands turning to the kitchen.
"It was nice to meet you." He calls over his shoulder, and I hear water running. I assume that my father will get to work in the kitchen with his papers, so I turn to Kiba, smiling at him.
"You made a good impression." I murmur, as he leans down to kiss me, one arm winding around my shoulders.
Instantly, my stomach wrenches and my throat closes up. Before I can pull away and apologize, Kiba is already kissing me, nothing compared to Sasuke's kiss though. I suck in a small breath and cup Kiba's cheek, kissing him back fingers stroke my shoulder, running down my arm to my waist. I can't help but wonder what he's thinking at this moment, or where Sasuke is.
My stomach wrenches again, and I push the thought away, pulling away from Kiba gently.
He opens his eyes, smiling at me. "I'm sorry about how I acted at the ice rink, by the way..." He trails off, looking at the wall behind me now. I rub his cheek with my thumb, shaking my head slowly.
"It's alright. I should apologize too." I offer him a small but meek smile.
"No need, trust me." He nods, kissing my lips again, but I can still see a slight sadness in his eyes.
I wonder if he's thinking about his ex, Rin still.
We kiss for a few more minutes, before it sets in that my father is in the other room. I pull away from Kiba's lips, my guilty side setting in. A thick blush forms on my cheeks, as I look towards the kitchen doorway. Kiba chuckles, a smirk forming on his features. "He went upstairs a few minutes ago." I bite my lip.
"Did he glare at us?" Kiba shrugs, pouting his lips as if to ask for another kiss. I roll my eyes kissing him once more, before standing up and heading into the kitchen, deciding on what to prepare for dinner. I check the clock, whistling under my breath. I turn back to the living room, leaning in the doorway of the kitchen, crossing my arms.
"Hey Kiba? It's already four thirty. I was going to put on some pasta and beef, did you want to eat dinner here?" I raise an eyebrow as he turns to me, standing up from the couch, he stretches, shrugging.
"If it's alright with your dad. I should expect we're snowed in, I could hear the ice hitting the roof a few minutes ago."
"I think he'll be okay with it." I turn back into the kitchen, pulling a box of pasta out of the pantry with a tub of beef gravy. I place them on the counter, pulling a skillet pan out of the cabinet and a bag of beef chunks from the freezer. I do not hear Kiba walk up beside me until he taps my elbow lightly. I jump, turning to him, blinking a few times. "Hm?"
"Would you mind if I used your phone? Mine died about an hour ago. I would like to tell my dad I'm staying here for dinner if I can." He kisses my head, pulling back to eye my expression. I nod, gesturing to the wall phone by the kitchen table.
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When dinner is finally ready, my father must have smelled it, because he hurried down the stairs, plopping himself at the table. He looks over at Kiba next to him, raising an eyebrow.
"I take it Sakura allowed you to stay for her yummy food." He cracks a grin, getting back up to get some knives and forks. Kiba nods, shifting in the chair slightly.
"If that's okay with you, Mr. Haruno.."
My father waves a hand at him, grinning. He nods, handing him some of the cutlery. I place down three plates, and sit next to Kiba, sniffing gently.
"God, that beef smells good. It's a good thing I got the Indian kind." My father nods in agreement, taking a bite of the pasta, closing his eyes. Kiba does the same, grinning at me. He swallows.
"Wow, Sakura you are a great cook. You would be a great wife in the future." I blush, thanking him quietly. I don't mention I learned how to cook from my mother when I was little, I don't want to ruin the happy mood my fathers in.
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Kiba helps me wash the dishes later, while my father goes back to working; and we end up playing with the water splashing each other childishly. Kiba hugs me from behind, staring up at the kitchen clock, letting out a small sigh.
"I should get home, I told my dad I'd be home by six. He said the snow would get heavier tonight. Be careful alright?" I nod as he pulls away, and clean up the counter, putting away the dishes. Kiba walks back into the kitchen, his shoes and jacket already on. We walk out to the front door, and my dad comes down to say good bye. They shake hands, and before I know it, Kiba disapears into the white mass outside.
I head upstairs, aiming for a hot shower to brush off the guilt I'm feeling.
I head back into my room after the shower, running my brish through my damp hair. Changing into some fuzzy pajama bottoms and a tank top, I turn on my computer, checking my emails. One is from the medical school I applied to saying they have recieved my application and am overjoyed I have sent them my info so early. Two others are form TenTen and one is from Hinata.
I reply to them, switching off my computer and head back downstairs. Since I can't go out in the snow tonight, I find nothing more to do but sit on the sofa and watch the news. My father trails down the stairs an hour later in his own pajamas, his hair wet from a shower.
We end up watching the news together, finally flicking through the channels for something else to watch.
"Tsunade wants you to come to therapy for an excersize she has in mind in the next few days. We could go after school if you want, I have a few days off from the office. I was thinking of going ice fishing with Inoichi and a few other friends early tomorrow morning when the snow recedes." My father collapses in the arm chair, watching the screen.
"Alright. We can go Tuesday if you want, since your fishing tomorrow. Can you get some more of that fish you brought last time? There was a recipe I found at the library I wanted to try." I finally switch on an old movie channel, putting the remote down.
My fatyher nods, looking slightly guilty now.
"How are your... er bruises? One of my friends sisters works at the hospital and she told me about your head wound." He looks down at the coffee table.
"They're healing really well, though my rib is still sticking out a bit. My head is much better though. Thank you for asking." I murmur, touching my rib gently. My father nods again, looking up at me.
"I'm sorry, Sakura. So god damn sorry."
I really do now appreciate Sasuke's doing, because I fear if it weren't for him, I might of been dead now.
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By the time I get up to my bedroom that night, I am yawning and incredibly tired. The topic of Sasuke slips my mind as I head into the bathroom, first brushing my teeth. I push open my bedroom door, my eyes widening.
Sasuke sits on the edge of my bed, his jacket on the floor in a dark heap. His shoes are also tossed into the corner of the room. I shut the door behind me, still struck because of Sasuke's appearance, and not because of how handsome he is. In fact far from it right now. I now know how I must have looked to him.
Half of Sasuke's face is bleeding, scratches an all over his pale cheekbones. His other eye is black, the eyelid drooping. His white shirt is also stained with blood and I can see part of his rib swollen and sticking out much like mine was. His matted black hair falls limply in his eyes. From where I am I can make out his bloodied and cut knuckles and torn jeans.
I force myself to look beyond him to his wings, to happily, see that they aren't that messed up. They are slightly splattered with blood, though one seems slightly dropping.
I utter a loud gasp, hoping my father does not hear.I feel the nausea sweep though me, making me sway temporarily.
Though.. right now, he is the least of my worries.
"Oh my god, Sasuke." I whisper, as his head rises slowly. He clenches his jaw from the pain, his onyx eyes staring into mine sadly.
Sleep is no longer the only thing on my mind.
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I just love cliffhangers so much.
Well not this one, I can't bear the thought, let alone the sight of a messed up Sasuke like this. D;
Anyway, like I said before, last chapter before school starts. I will try to update the next chapter as soon as I can, but no promises. Again with the question, please send your feedback, it's much appreciated thank you.I really am debating on whether to add Sasuke to Sakura's school, since there will be drama. You know.. Karin and all that shit. LOL. I'm sure Naruto would like that anyways.
I hope you all enjoyed and please stay tuned for the next chapter.
And remember: Patience is a virtue. ;o
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