title: 7:31
prompt: SASUSAKU MONTH ON LJ! 2012
rating: T-M

summary: o28: She's in love with a criminal. Problem is, her dad's the police captain who's searching for him. But she loves him anyway.

REVISED 6.30.14


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Crime

"Is it a crime to love someone like you?" Sakura asked as she took Sasuke's face in her hands. He was breathing heavily, holding her close to him. She tucked a stray lock of hair over his ear.

"Yes," he said. "But who's going to stop us?" Then, he kissed her hard, his grip on her waist tighter than before.

Sakura kissed him back before realizing something. She pulled away, and he put a hand to her cheek, asking her what was wrong.

"You're a criminal," she said. "And my father is a police captain."

"So?" he asked. "I'm good at not getting caught."

She managed a small smile. "You are."

He kissed her again, his hands traveling up to her waist and touching her softly. His fingers left burning trails where he had touched her, and she moaned softly into his mouth.

"Sasuke-kun," she gasped airily. "I love you."

Sasuke put his lips to her neck and murmured the same words into her shoulder. "Stay with me," he whispered, pulling down her skirt. "Please."

"I will," she said, holding him tight as he entered her gently, clawing his back.

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"We're still on the hunt for Uchiha Sasuke," Kizashi said as he talked into his police radio. "Sources say that he is extremely unstable, heavily armed, and will react with violence. Proceed with caution."

Sakura always made sure to hear the new reports on Sasuke, feeling guilty for betraying her father.

"So how's the search going?" she asked her dad.

"Not well, Sakura," he sighed. "He's almost invisible. Like a ninja. It's hard to catch him."

"What…what did he do wrong?" she asked softly, afraid to hear the answer.

"He killed his brother and many other innocent civilians. He needs to be stopped."

"Oh."

Kizashi ruffled Sakura's hair. "Don't worry about it, Sakura. Alright?"

"Okay."

Truthfully, she was beyond worried.

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"I only have a couple minutes to spare," Sasuke said as she let him into her window. He leaned in for a kiss from her, but she turned her head so that his lips pressed against her cheek.

"What's wrong, Sakura?" he asked, taking her face in his hands. "Are you alright?"

Sakura gulped. She didn't know how to phrase her upcoming question.

"Did you…" she whispered. "Did you kill all those people?"

He became stiff. He said, "Do you believe what they're telling you?"

"I don't know! I just want to hear it from you—"

She saw his eyes turn red and his face mangle into an expression she'd never seen before. "Sakura, listen to me," he growled. "What I do doesn't concern you. In fact, I just want to leave you out of the whole thing. I'm not going to let you get hurt." He hugged her before she could escape from his arms. "Believe those lies if you want. Whatever makes you feel better. It's true, I did kill my brother. But you don't know the reason behind my motives. And if you did, you would understand."

"B-But what about everyone else? All those other people?"

He sighed. "I only did what was necessary."

"Sasuke-kun…"

"Shh." He pushed her down onto her bed and straddled her, taking her wrists in his hands. "Just relax." He kissed the tops of her breasts and pushed her legs apart with his knee. "I'll make you feel good tonight."

Sasuke felt her close her legs to him and turn away.

"Sakura—"

"Not tonight," she said. "I…I'm tired."

He knew something was wrong and that she was obviously upset by his words. Instead of trying to comfort her, he sighed, kissed her forehead, and said, "I'll be back tomorrow if you've cooled down."

Sakura curled up into a ball and thought of her dad and her lover, unable to choose between one.

She began to cry.

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"We found him. Dispatch!" She heard Kizashi say. He pulled on his uniform and began to run out the door.

"Tou-san, what—"

"Don't worry about it, Sakura! We've got Sasuke!"

"No!" she shouted. "You can't—" she began to run after him.

"Sakura, get back inside the house," Kizashi said.

"You can't hurt him," she begged, holding onto her father's arm and crying. "Please!"

"Sakura!"

"I love him," she sobbed. "Please don't do this."

Kizashi looked at his radio and then back at his teary daughter. "We'll talk later," he said sternly, before wrenching his arm out of his grasp and running towards his squad.

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They put him in cuffs as his chest was on the police car.

"Anything to say, dirtbag?" Kizashi asked, his foot on Sasuke's back.

"Is it a crime to love someone?" Sasuke asked softly.

Kizashi was startled. "No, it's not, I suppose."

"What if she's the complete opposite of you? Sweet, beautiful, good-natured, kind…"

"What whore would want to be with someone like you?"

"Don't call Sakura a whore," he growled, thrashing around. "She's not a whore!"

"Sakura…" Kizashi took his foot off. "My daughter?"

"I love her."

"I love him!" Sakura shouted.

"You're the one she loves, aren't you?" Kizashi said. "Uchiha Sasuke."

"Hn."

He took Sasuke and led him inside the car. "Prepare for a bucket of questions, boy."

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"I'm not sure I can understand his motives, but it doesn't really make it okay from what he's done," Kizashi said, finalizing all the details. "Sakura," he said seriously. "How did you and Sasuke become acquainted?"

Sakura didn't say anything.

"Sakura."

"I love him," she said softly. "I don't care if it's a crime to love a criminal. It's alright. If it makes me one, then so be it."

"Do you believe everything he says?" he asked.

She paused, then nodded. "Yeah. I do."

"I can't let you see him anymore," he said. "Even behind bars."

He expected her to cry, but instead, she said, "Okay."

Kizashi was shocked. "Alright then." He stood up and cleared the dinner table. "Good night, Sakura."

"Night."

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"You said you were good at not getting caught," Sakura teased as she let him in through the window.

"Just one time," he chuckled, kissing her passionately. "Kami, I missed you."

"I missed you, too."

"Let me love you tonight," he begged. "One more night."

"It doesn't have to be just one," she said. "We have so much more to come. After all, I've learned from the best."


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