Writer's block on this one, but I think it will be passed with an OK from you guys c: Special thanks to the lovely Lexi from Lexi201 (That beautiful lady who writes The Slave Girl and Vogue *-*) She's pretty freaking amazing and I love her work so much~ It was a shock that she sent a message to me on tumblr OnO... I fell over in shock and I started screaming like an annoying fangirl...

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Warm embraces and hot touches, a heart is sensitive inside the chest.

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And for that, feelings could be sensitive as well - as like a feather.

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I will be careful, and I will tend to it with gentleness and caresses...

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So, do not worry, my sweetheart. I love you too much to tear you apart.

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Tasting Flesh

Chapter Twenty-Two

Sakura woke up feeling warm and cuddled, being wrapped by two strong arms around her waist and shoulders, her cheek was resting up against Sasuke's forewarm and his fingers were tangled in her long hair. Emerald eyes sparkled as she peeked at Sasuke's slumbering face, seeing how completely relaxed and gentle he looked; his nose nuzzled in strands of pink and his pillow, looking much like a cuddling child. Blush creeping onto her sweet cheeks, Sakura sighed with content and laid her head back down, her mouth pressed against his limp arm and she pressed a shy kiss to his skin.

Last night, Sakura had the best night sleep being wrapped in his arms.

She dreamt of nothing but of warmth she could feel in her sleep; dreaming of soft, strong muscles rippling under her touch everytime she moved to turn over, his heartbeat pounding against her little ear. Nothing scared her to sleep - not the scary shadow with a dark voice and certainly not Sasuke being harmed infront of her.

Smiling in appreciation of Sasuke's help, Sakura carefully laced her fingers through his long, big ones and pulled his arm down, both of her hands holding his arm infront of her face as she carefully placed kisses on his wrist, his arm and the tiny, barely noticable scratches on skin from training and possibly the fights he pushed himself into when he couldn't hold his anger in any longer.

"What are you doing..?" a sexy, velvety voice caught her attention with a smile itched onto her doll-like lips. Sakura didn't answer verbally, instead continuing the affectionate kisses and adding in light nibbles here and there when he turned his arm over.

Sasuke pressed his mouth of the exposed shoulder that slipped from Sakura's baby blue bath robe, using his hot tongue to run it up the sweet-tasting flesh of Sakura. The Forbidden Flower's scent and taste was burning his mouth, making him lightly growl with pleasure as he pressed himself closer to her backside. She cooed softly, stopping her movements onto his arm and nuzzled her temple on his bicep.

He didn't stop, though, and he kissed the shell of her ear before licking the shape of her outer ear. Sakura flushed hard. "Mm! Sasuke-kun, what are you doing?" she asked with a shiver running up her spine.

"You didn't answer me, so why should I answer you?" he countered back with a sly smirk. The arm around the waist slipped up to touch the edge of the silky fabric of her robe that wasn't occupying her body. "Although, I will admit that I am interested by how you were willing to crawl into bed wearing a robe that can't stay in one place."

Blushing hard, Sakura ignored him. "Is it time to get up? I don't know if you have a schedule on when you wake up in mornings," she spoke tiredly, yawning a little bit.

"No, I'm not getting up," Sasuke sniffed stubbornly as he closed his eyes and buried his face into her hair, his head on the pillow.

Rolling onto her back, Sakura situated Sasuke's arm on her belly to be more comfortable. "Why not? Didn't you sleep at all last night?"

"Of course I did," Sasuke snorted, an amused smirk on his lips. He kissed the curve of her shoulder again, not opening his eyes. "I just don't plan on leaving the bed for much longer, since I need to make up ten years of sleepless nights."

"Eh?"

"And, since I plan on sleeping much longer," he began rubbing her stomach with his palm, "you can't leave the bed."

Narrowing her eyes, Sakura grabbed Sasuke's arm stroking her belly and brought it to her mouth. She bit into Sasuke's wrist bitterly, but not hard enough to make him bleed. "Meanie. Trapping me here, like I'm a teddy bear!"

"You did that before," Sasuke mentioned, catching her attention as she stopped in nibble, her emerald eyes meeting his only opened coal one. He smirked a little bit and closed his eye, exhaling in a huff that brushed her hair. "When you were small and losing your baby teeth, you would wake up way too early in the morning and wanted to leave. I would say no and trap you in my arms, and you'd bite me on the arms or chin. It was quite amusing..."

Sakura pouted and touched her forehead with his, brushing their noses together carefully in a sign of apology. He puckered his lips to barely kiss her parted mouth, making her squirm and smile when he cuddled his face into her pink hair to resume his sleep. Sakura laid there like a good girl, waiting for the time when she could slip out and try to get her clothes from the Uzumaki household; however, whenever she tried to roll off of the bed, Sasuke would make a gurgling noise in the back of his throat and pull her back against his chest.

"A-ano, Sasuke-kun?" Sakura blushed hard when his fingers barely touched the bare skin of the opening of her robe. "Can you let go of me, please? I want to go back to my room and change clothes."

"No," he grunted, tightening his arms around her.

"Why not?" Sakura gaped with a red face.

Smirking, Sasuke ran his fingers through her hair, loving the silky feeling. "If I remember right, you said you didn't care what I did to you in bed, as long as I would sleep. So..." Rolling over, Sasuke's upper body weighed her little one down onto the bed, his hands worked quickly to lace through her fingers and pin them above her head. A surprise gasp erupted from her as he looked at her with his usual stoic-look, his inky locks tickling her as the closeness of their faces.

"What would you do if I did something to you?" he asked her, his eyes saying more to her then it should.

She could see the uncertainty and testing in his eyes, making her wide eyes instantly soften and her fingers held onto his big hands. She smiled as a pinkish blush crept onto her cheeks. She raised her head off of the pillow, seeing how unmoving he was from his position, and pressed her lips to his. He didn't return it, but she didn't mind it one bit.

"I wouldn't care what you would do to me," she answered once she let go on his mouth, "as long it was you, Sasuke-kun." She cuddled her face to his, sighing softly.

"Why..." he said. Not really a question, nor a statement.

Opening her eyes, Sakura was greeted with a frustrated face of Sasuke. One of his hands unlaced from hers and carefully touched her rosy cheek, as if trying to lure her to reality. Although, she already was in reality, and she couldn't have it any better. "Sasuke-kun?"

Without saying anything else, Sasuke rolled off of her and rose from the bed, stretching his back until it cracked in his spine. Sakura watched with curiosity when he ran his fingers through his hair, displaying troubled thoughts. "I have training today, I remembered," he said quietly. "You should get something to eat, before you get hungry."

"But, Sasuke-ku-!" Sakura sat up and tried to reach for him, but his warm hand held onto her cheek carefully, thumb petting her cheekbone in an affectionate manner.

"I don't want you hungry because of me, sweetheart," he murmured softly, making her heart pound against her ribs. "Go, ready yourself and eat something sweet for breakfast; have Hinata or the other women keep you company while I am gone."

Frowning, Sakura simply nodded and crawled out of bed. She fixed her robe with her back to him before peeking over her shoulder to smile at him. "Don't make a mess - Rather...don't hurt Naruto too bad, okay?"

"No promises." Sakura giggled lightly at the flat response, sounding so Sasuke-ish. She slid open the door and stepped out, taking one last look at Sasuke, who stayed unmoving from the bed as she gave off a glittery smile before closing the door.

Sasuke waited until her chakra and scent disappeared down the hallway for her to be far away enough before looking down to the hand that stroked her cheek. The nails were slightly sharpened, and the veins on his knuckles and wrist were visible and pulsing. Narrowing his eyes, Sasuke growled punching the pillow where Sakura was laying in moments ago; feathers bursting out of it as his claws tore the fabric.

'It can't last much longer,' he thought darkly, gripping his abnormal arm as it started to spasm in harsh jerks, as if looking for something. 'The more aroused I become, the less control I have...and soon, I would-!'

Shutting his eyes, Sasuke didn't wish to think about what he could do to her...

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Dressed in a rosy-pink springdress with thin straps, Sakura explored the familiar hallway that would lead to the throneroom of the Uchiha Castle. In actuality, there are more, but this one is the one nearest to the back of the compound and where Sakura reunited herself with Mikoto; she still hasn't seen the Uchiha Queen since Hiashi's rant about her firstborn, so Sakura took it upon herself to look for her in the throneroom, since it was the most secluded one. Looking around the bloody-red scarfs on the column and ceiling, Sakura remembered how to get herself there with no problem.

Coming to the entrance of the tiny room, Sakura pushed open the wooden doors and peeked inside. Earlier, when she ran into Naruto, she was told that Hinata was feeling under the weather and wanted to rest longer for the sake of the baby's health, and she promised to come by later to touch the belly with her blue-green flame to test the unborn's excitement. Looking into the throneroom, it looked much bare and quiet looking, minus the giant expanse of the three thrones inside: one for Fugaku, who was in the middle and most decorated chair; Mikoto's was to Fugaku's left, and the two thrones shared an armrest (and Sakura faintly reminded herself that Fugaku, although more fierce and picky like Sasuke, was very clingy to Mikoto's soft hands and he liked to hold them regulary. Sasuke's was last to Fugaku's right, and Sakura gazed at the wooden separation of Fugaku and Sasuke's seats with a soft smile.

It was short, and decorated in dark paint with clean glasses that would be filled with wine. Sakura could hardly imagine Fugaku and Sasuke having wine together, but she supposed it was one of the little things that the father and son do to bond. It seemed rather cute.

"Sakura," a deep, slightly aged voice made the teen jump and gasp in shock. Turning her head to the window of the room, Sakura saw Fugaku standing there with a raised brow of curiosity, and she could not help but let out a whine.

"Fugaku-sama..!" Sakura huffed an exhale calmly. "You scared me!"

"As I planned," Fugaku smirked with an amused chuckle. He waved a hand for her to come in, and Sakura complied and went over to him, looking out the window with a soft smile. "I have heard from a little redhead that you spent the night with my son."

"Who said that?" Sakura gasped with a red face. She frowned deeply and hid her face with her hand. "Ohmehgawd, if it was Karin, I'm going to cry! Wait! If it was Kushina-chan, I'm going to die after I kill Naruto!"

Frowning in confusion, Fugaku raised his hand and pat the top of her head. "Sakura, why are you having a meltdown? You do not need to worry about it, I don't have anything negative to say about it," he said blankly, absolutely not understanding the teenage girl's problem. "Although, I have to question something."

"E-eh?" Sakura sniffled with Bambi eyes, making Fugaku stiffen.

"Did...Sasuke hurt you in any way?"

Blinking, Sakura tilted her head to the side in confusion. "No, Sasuke-kun has never hurt me or anything," Sakura explained with fanning hands, her eyes wide. "We didn't do anything, Fugaku-sama, I swear!"

Eyes softening, Fugaku patted the top of Sakura's head again. "It's not that, Sakura. I'm just becoming more worried about you and Sasuke's relationship." Looking at her, Fugaku stiffened when he saw how she looked like she was about to cry, and to that, the Uchiha King displayed fear. "H-hey, it's not like that, Sakura! It's not that I am not rejecting a blessing; it's more complex then that, my dear child."

"I'm afraid I don't understand, Fugaku-sama," she said with a worried expression.

Sighing, Fugaku held his arm in offering and Sakura slipped her skinny, pale arm and gently held onto his sleeve shyly. The Uchiha King escorted the Forbidden Flower over to the pretty chair and told her to take a seat in Sasuke's spot. Before she could ask if it was truly okay, Fugaku reminded her who made the rules - and that she was equal enough to sit on the royal chair. When Sakura took her spot, Fugaku sat into his chair and kept rubbed his angular chin, as if he was deep in thought.

"You understand that your body and blood is tempting to lowlife Demons that they attack, yes?" Fugaku ask, and Sakura nodded. "Well, you also understand that any Demons are attracted to your smell.

"I'm trying to say, without disrespecting my son, is that he is way over the age where his natural instinct is to find a bride," Fugaku drawled, rubbing his temples in frustration of explaining it. "As you are too, the proper age to be wedded; much like your previous lives were, too, in the past." He looked at Sakura for a moment, and saw that she was patiently waiting for him to continue, and even offer him a soft smile of assurance. "The problem that I see, my dear child, is that your being of the Forbidden Flower could cost you and Sasuke a great deal of pain."

"Because I am becoming closer to Sasuke-kun, that he will bite me?" she tried to guess the problem, with Fugaku's strain in trying to make sense.

"No, it's not that. My son isn't stupid like those filthy rodents," Fugaku scoffed. "Sakura, Mikoto and I care for you very much; you're the child of a lady who Mikoto was very close with growing up at a human rate. What is to happen to you could endanger your life."

"What is it Fugaku-sama? You can tell me," she said softly, pressing a hand to his shoulder. Sakura could barely remember when Fugaku would sit in the Haruno Shrine and be dozing off, and herself, still being little and weak, would throw a stuffed animal at him to keep him awake and Mikoto would laugh hard. She smiled at him, hoping to make him feel a bit better.

Looking down to his feet, Fugaku swallowed and spoke. "When Sasuke takes you as his wife, there is a grave chance that I will kill you."

All the positivity drained from her body, turning into a chilling, cold doll that removed her shaking hand from his shoulder. "What...are you talking about, F-Fugaku-kun?"

"Because you are a Forbidden Flower, your first time could kill you," Fugaku said blankly, refusing to meet her gaze. "With Sasuke being a Demon God, his instinct will be more sensitive to you when it comes to you and him becoming husband and wife.

"Although, if you were to survive your first time, then it won't be as dangerous," he finished with an exhale. "But, being a tempting body, Sasuke wouldn't be able to stop himself until something was to happen to you."

"Wh-what do you mean that something happens to me?" she asked shakingly, shrinking herself into Sasuke's throne. "Is there something else that could happen?"

"You could either die, or gain immortality," Fugaku said simply. "Either way, whoever gives it to you, your body belongs to them as long as you have air in your lungs; no one else can claim you as a wife, slave or whatever."

"And you worry...that Sasuke-kun couldn't give me immortality," Sakura confirmed quietly with a wipe of her green eyes. "But Sasuke-kun would never hurt me, could he?"

"No, but this is not in Sasuke's control. We are very difficult creatures, and our first bond will be the most difficult."

"Mikoto-kaachan said," Sakura breathed in softly, "that her marriage was-."

"She's a Demon too, Sakura," Fugaku smirked at Sakura's dumbfounded expression and her little twitch in the eye. "But, minus that, Mikoto and I worry for your safety."

Looking at him, Sakura sighed. "I'm not scared."

"Excuse me?" Fugaku stared at her in disbelief and surprise.

Smiling, Sakura looked at the King with a confident clench of her fist. "I'm not afraid of whatever will happen to me, as long as it is Sasuke-kun," she said with an ease. Blushing, she looked down at the hands on her lap and began playing with her fingers. "I love Sasuke-kun. It has been a difficult time trying to remember and be my original self, and I want nothing more then to take my barriers down and be with Sasuke-kun for the rest of my life."

Chuckling, Fugaku shifted in his throne to face her. "You've grown up a lot, you know that?"

"Yeah, but I haven't grown back to myself," she nodded. Looking at Fugaku, Sakura instantly sparked a question. "Is there any way that I can take down my barriers, Fugaku-sama?"

The King looked at her in surprise for a moment, taking in her request before looking away again. He shook his head. "There is nothing that you can do, nor can I do anything about it. My son made me vow to keep who sealed the memories away a secret, and I don't intend on breaking that vow."

"Why would Sasuke want to forget who made my barriers..?" she asked sadly, her shoulders slouching. When Fugaku saw the sadness written in her eyes, he smiled softly and tilted her chin up to keep her head high, although her sad eyes didn't waver.

"After sealing himself away from your life, he became heartbroken," Fugaku said softly, the hand on her chin graced up to pat her head, as if this was something they did a lot on the past, Sakura thought. "His heart ached so bad, he was becoming to have second thoughts about his whole plan - and with his conscience in mind, he couldn't bring himself to break the barriers. It was all for your safety; so he ordered the one who sealed your memories away to do the same to him. Not of you, but of the one who took them."

"Why..?"

"The person who did it was a very close companion of Sasuke in his life, and Sasuke wouldn't trust anyone else to touch you besides him for protection," Fugaku answered. Looking behind her shoulder, Fugaku's gaze went out to space. "Why don't you go see if you can find Mikoto. I'm sure she would love to see you, Sakura."

Not wanting to disobey the King, Sakura nodded solemnly and got up from Sasuke's throne and left the room, closing the door for Fugaku to be by himself. She respected Fugaku now, and with the honesty that he gave off to her, she couldn't be anymore grateful of his careful choice of words.

Although, she still couldn't get over the fact that Sasuke could kill her, if they were to marry.

Looking out the numerous openings of the corridor, Sakura looked up to the lavender sky, minding how the white sun seemed to watch her and ignoring her pleas for answers.

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Chest heavy with secretive pain and deep regret.

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Bones are marked with the past of those who suffered, and the soul remains unrest...

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Dare to overtake the body again, in the present, something will become of you.

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And someday, revenge is successful.

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She screamed at the top of her lungs when she felt his teeth sink into the curve where the shoulder met the neck. Blood spilled from those scary lips as she felt fangs dig into her flesh, growls vibrated into her very being and she shook in the frenzy of adrenaline, her eyes widening as she stared to the stoned ceiling, her shakes running out of fuel as she felt limp...

And he still didn't stop.

Her body being pushed back and forth, Rin allowed fresh tears to fall out of her wide eyes as she tried to regulate her breathing. He didn't warn her when he would enter himself inside of her, breaking her virginity to the point that she felt like she was being rip apart on the inside; she couldn't feel what her married noble companions and friends told her. There was no affection. No love, no gentleness and not even the slightest bit of hesitation for Obito to try and tame himself - for her sake, as they bet that he would perform for her first time.

No, her first time was horrific, and she could feel nothing but pain.

Obito finally let go of her with his mouth, making her wince weakly. Before his red eyes could meet hers, Rin pushed herself through the pain in her neck to twist her head away, looking at the dark room with no light inside. He didn't want candles lit for some reason, and Rin always had the slight fear of the darkness. Usually, Kakashi would check on her to see if she needed comfort in the dark, sit by her bed and wait until she fell asleep.

'Aa...' Rin thought sorrowly. 'Now that is love...' She closed her eyes and sobbed, the pain between her legs growing into an unbearable sore.

"Look at me, Rin," Obito commanded. She didn't obey, she refused to since he barged himself into her room and mount her as if she was somekind of animal! Rin was not stupid, no, she could see how hungry Obito looked in his eyes at the dinner with the rest of the Uchiha Clan. She only wished her room had a lock inside her door before the Uchiha Prince came inside.

Refusing to have being preyed upon during her meal, Rin excused herself from the table...only to be met up with the least she wanted to see in her bedroom, saying that it was time for Rin to be claimed, before she was to 'slip' for another man. She instantly said no to him, and asked him to leave her quarters, but he did not listen.

He never did listen to Rin.

This would be the first time Obito had forced himself onto her, and didn't get off when she screamed. Instead, he covered her mouth with his hand, making it difficult to breathe, and went into his plan.

The only thing that made it beneficial for Rin, is that it didn't last long. With Obito ramming into her body at an unbelievable speed - most likely inhuman with his Demon God powers - and she soon felt an intense heat to her sores, but it was like adding salt to her wounds. Obito groaned above her and grabbed her face harshly, pushing her head to force eye-contact between them. Rin squirmed in pain, trying to shut her eyes.

"Why won't you...look at me?" Obito asked with narrow eyes, his voice tired.

She didn't answer but thrashed her head out of his grip, burying it into the pillow that was stained in sweat in tears. He stilled inside her, making her gasp air into her burning lungs. Her neck was stinging really bad, as if a poisonous snake dug into her flesh and continued to pour venom into her.

His fingers combed through her hair and gently pressed on her wound, she shrieked a sob from her lips and gripped the skirt of her dress. The Demon God didn't bother to remove her clothes or his - just removing undergarments. "You are important to me, Rin... I won't have anyone else take you away from me," he rasped softly, pressing his lips to her neck and affectionately kissed the wound. "I'm sorry that I bit you, my darling. It was unintentional."

She was shaking now, feeling dirty and gross. "Please..." she sobbed, "leave me."

Obito stayed there, inside and ontop of her before nodding slowly. "As you wish, my darling," he said, slowly removing himself from her. He watched her wince and bite her pillow, feeling herself becoming onfire in her lower parts, shaking hard and curling her legs to burst to the side. Trying to hide herself, Rin tried to cover her intimate part with her torn skirt.

He kissed her temple, ignoring her sharp intake of breath, and left the room and closed the door. She waited for a moment before rolling over and hung her legs over the edge of the bed; toes touching the floor, Rin braced herself to stand up and walk over to her bowl filled with water to clean herself and-!

She fell to the floor, the agonizing pain in her lower belly was intolerable as she cried out and rolled to her side, hugging herself tightly. Tears stung, and Rin could only sob out the name who she knew was closest to her being.

"Shi-Shizune!" Rin cried out, nails digging into her skin. She could feel the bite on her neck dripping out blood, trailing down her shoulder and onto the cold floor. "Shizu-! Shizune!"

The door opened and Rin sobbed hard when she saw her beloved's wife cover her nose and mouth with her long sleeve, black eyes wide in shock in horror as Shizune slid onto the floor to embrace the crying woman. Rin clung to her, accepting her long ago, and she didn't feel jealousy or envy as she buried her face into the Demon's chest, sobbing and begging for mercy to whoever could hear her.

Shizune cradled Rin, holding her like a mother to a child as she grabbed a rag and pressed it against her neck, holding it against one of the scratches on her neck that Obito had painted onto her. The fresh one was not her only one, for there was other bite wounds and claw marks peppered her skin; from her neck, chest and back, to her thighs, rear and stomach was all torn and red, and Shizune closed her eyes in sadness as she petted Rin's cheek carefully.

"I-It hu-hurts, Shizune!" Rin cried desperately as she fell limp in her arms, gasping for breath as brown eyes looked up to her in defeat. "I-Is...it m-meant to be like th-this for...me?"

"Hush, sweetheart," Shizune cooed as she cradled Rin's head to her, using the rag to trail down her tattered dress. "Let me clean you up, and I will help you in the bath..."

"My legs...my legs," Rin echoed ghostly, looking at the ceiling. "It hurts...all over. He touched me."

"Rin?" Shizune called as Rin's dazed face closed their eyes.

"He touched me...and I bled," she whispered, letting darkness take over her as Shizune picked her up carefully and carried her away from the destroyed room. "He made me bleed..."

Sakura looked at Rin was gentle eyes, as her previous life stayed lifeless against the colorless tree, her head resting against the bark. The pink-haired teen crawled herself closer to Rin and wrapped an arm around her for comfort; placing her head on Rin's shoulder and closed her eyes.

"Are you okay?" Sakura asked softly.

"Yes, just relaxing," Rin responded with a quiet voice, pressing her cheek ontop of Sakura's head in a sign of affection and appreciation for her gentle hold. "So, you've asked to see it, and now...what do you feel?"

"What happened to you afterwards?" Sakura asked. "After Shizune helped you..."

"I slept for five days, due to blood loss," Rin explained, her dead fingers stroking Sakura's hair in distraction. "I couldn't walk for a couple weeks, so Shizune and Kakashi carried me around when I wanted to get out of my room; I didn't want to eat because I would vomit after. It was such an horrible experience, Sakura-chan, it hurt so much..."

"How did Obito see to you after the experience?"

"I tried to tell him that he nearly killed me, and he denied it. He said 'If you are still breathing, then I did nothing wrong'," she said darkly, hugging Sakura to her now. "I refused to let him touch me after that, and Shizune kept him out of my room."

"I'm sorry, Rin-chan," Sakura whispered against her red cloak. "I suppose you don't want me to-."

"I am not to try and stop you from marrying Sasuke-sama," Rin intrupted, a weird tone in her voice made Sakura blink. "If anything, I think you have a perfect chance to have him be careful and do whatever it takes to make sure that you will survive. Just because you and him love each other very much, isn't that right?"

Looking up, Sakura saw that Rin was smiling down with glitter in her eyes, like tears. "And who knows? Maybe the completion between you and him will remove barrier pieces - or perhaps, all of them."

"You think that can happen?" Sakura gaped in curiosity. Holding Rin's free hand, her emerald eyes were wide. "Could that even work?"

"If you and Sasuke-sama were seperated for ten years, the barriers were constructed by every day's missing of your other half," Rin shrugged, the smile on her lips still there.

Sitting up, Sakura faced herself with her previous life, her eyes serious but her lips quirked into a shy smile. "The only reason why I would want...that with Sasuke-kun, is because I don't want anyone else in my life but him," she declared with strong shoulders. "The more I grow closer to Sasuke-kun, the more I want to be his wife."

"You are his bride," Rin pointed out, "and it would only make it worth the experience. The only idea is if he can control himself for you."

Blushing, Sakura looked down to think openly. "Sasuke-kun...this morning, he questioned if I would truly let him do anything to me. Do you think that he meant that?"

"You won't know unless you ask."

Pouting, Sakura's eye twitch as she looked at Rin, who only smiled cutely. "How come you never answer me?"

"I'm basically yourself, therefore I only know as much as you do," Rin countered back with a wink. "I guess talking to yourself is just as helpful as talking to a wall."

"Hmph!" Sakura grinned as she hugged Rin, allowing the dead woman to smile softly and cuddled her head, cheek-to-cheek. "Thank you, Rin-chan..."

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Sakura walked hand-in-hand with Mikoto, continuing on with the conversation about walking in on Ino having a flirtascious conversation with Shikamaru in the back of the compound; how the blonde teenager played with her ponytail and laughed when Shikamaru did his casual 'What a drag' quotes when Sakura screamed at her best friend and Mikoto clapped in happiness. The Yamanaka growled deadly, but soon melted when Sakura cuddled her and told her how happy she was for Ino, and Shikamaru stood there like a man and waited for Ino to grab his hand and run off with him, telling him to keep his mouth shut. Mikoto was going on about how she wanted to dress Ino up like a princess next time she plans on going on a 'date' with the Nara child.

"Uhm...I think Ino-chan doesn't want to look like a princess," Sakura thought openly to Mikoto, who cuddled Sakura's face adorably. "I'm pretty sure Ino-chan would fight Shikamaru, and then show him who wears the pants in the relationship..."

"She's not one for being called weak, is she?" Mikoto cooed.

"No, not at all," Sakura giggled lightly as she pulled herself out of her tight grasp. Looking forward, Sakura saw Sasuke with Fugaku in the distance, talking seriously to each other and nodding here and there. She stopped walking and tightened her hand that held Mikoto, making the older woman perk and look at her.

Softening her eyes, Mikoto knealt down and whispered into Sakura's little ear. "Cutie, you won't know unless you try, and I promise that my son will suffer through my torture if he reacts rudely to you," she said sweetly before kissing Sakura's cheek and straightened up. "Fugaku-kuuun!"

Both men looked up to Mikoto, and Sasuke's eyes instantly fell onto Sakura's blushing face. The pink-haired girl gulped and pressed herself closer to Mikoto as Fugaku gently pushed his son to move, both walking in their stoic-manly fashion until they approached the two women. Mikoto instantly made a mewl and wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and kissed his chin.

"Fuga-boo," Mikoto purred cutely, "where is my hello kiss?" She pouted until Fugaku bent his head and pecked her cheek, making her fume and yank him down to her height. Everything else was left to privacy for them as Sakura jumped with the feeling of calloused fingers tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Have you behaved today?" Sasuke asked lazily, finally meeting eyes with her, seeing how red she was in the cheeks.

Without answering, Sakura leaned forward and buried her face into his leather chestplate and wrapped her arms around him in a clinging hug. She closed her eyes as her senses began to drown of Sasuke's earthly scent, making her shiver lightly and cuddle herself closer to him. When his fingers finally tangled in her long hair, she dared herself to look up and bite her lip at the handsome sight of Sasuke.

Her Sasuke.

'Yes, he is,' she told herself truthfully, smiling sweetly to him as he smirked. 'He is my Sasuke-kun...and I love him.'

"Is something wrong?" Sasuke let his fingers wove in her hair and looked at it with a dreamy expression. He finally returned to her eyes and rest the hand under her jaw, feeling the pulse. "You are all flushed and shy."

Looking at him, Sakura felt her heart hammering. "Can I...c-can I..." she stuttered lightly, looking at the hands resting on his pectorals, holding tightly as she tried to find the right words to say, finally feeling herself give up. "I-I mean..?"

"Sakura," Sasuke whispered quietly as he pressed their foreheads together, his thumb rubbing her cheek carefully, as if it was fragile glass. "Whatever it is, you can tell me and I will listen."

Although his voice was blank and emotionless, Sakura could feel the pent up sweetness and affection in it; making her lightheaded and feeling herself in a dream, her head buried itself into his shoulder. "I want...a wedding, Sasuke-kun."

"A wedding," he repeated for himself. His face scrunched in confusion for a mere second, and then looked at the top of her head. "A wedding...I suppose Mother would like to plan a wedding ceremony. Although, I doubt she would know what to do."

"Mnn!" Sakura grumbled as she blew air into her cheeks and stared at him with a fussy-face. "I didn't mean that, Sasuke-kun."

"Aren't weddings suppose to have ceremonies..?" Sasuke sniffed. "I thought humans had a religious figure say that they're married and then they have a ball. Or a party, whichever."

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura said softly, taking his face in her little hands, making their eyes meet. She blushed as she touched their noses together, wishing so badly to kiss him for his silly knowledge of the Human World. "I want...to marry you. I want you to make me your wife."

Sasuke's eyes pinched a bit bigger when Sakura shut her eyes in embarrassment. She removed the touches of their noses and buried her face once more into his shoulder to hide her blush, snuggling herself into his radiating warmth. The Uchiha Prince's head snapped over to his parents, who were watching carefully, asking in a silent cry.

"She knows, Sasuke," Fugaku said with a curt nod. "She knows and..."

"She loves you, Sasu-chan," Mikoto finished for her husband, resting a hand on his chest and cuddling her cheek to his arm. She pouted at her youngest son. "Sakura-chan is willing to let you claim her and you're going to stay mute all the time? Answer your bride!"

Pushing her back to force facial contact, Sasuke held onto her shoulders and stared deep into her eyes. "Sakura, I can't-! It...I could kill you-."

"If you lose control," Sakura stopped him with a finger pressed onto his lips, his mouth parted a bit as she kept her finger there and smiled bravely. "You love me, right? You wouldn't let anything bad happen to me..."

"No," Sasuke grunted, as if she asked a stupid question. "I wouldn't."

"Then I have nothing to fear," she whispered softly, making his shoulders drop. Sakura took one of his hands and pressed it against her chest, where her heartbeat fluttered like an angel's wing. "For eighteen years, my life has been wishing for completion, and I know that only you can do that. Sasuke-kun, I want to be more then your bride...I want to be your wife. Can I be your wife?"

His eyes hardening, Sasuke felt the beautiful heartbeat underneath his palm. His body shook and he pulled Sakura to him, burying his face into her hair and inhaling the sweet scent that would make him drunk. He exhaled, making her shiver next as he pressed his lips to her neck, the Sharingan blazing like fire surrounded by pretty pink blossoms.

"Yes, my darling," he breathed.

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Soon, two will become one in the manner of their souls stitching...

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The wires and needle threading hearts together, making their future just as bliss.

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When the Forbidden Flower is taken by her groom, she is his and his alone.

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No one else would dare to touch her, to try and take her...

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Unless, one was to become desperate.

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AUTHOR'S ENDING NOTE- ono...Yeah c: Special thanks to Lexi-senpai (SHE HELPED ME A LOT WITH THESE UPCOMING CHAPTERS, YEP). If you have time, so read her stuff, PLEASE :D She's simply amazing and I am so happy to have her help.

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