This is an eventual SasukexSakura. Rated M for descriptions of violence and language. Very little graphic sexual content.
The story is accurate up to chapter 238 of the manga and contains spoilers.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Never have, never will.
*Warning: there is a non-graphic lemon in this chapter. Readers beware.
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My eyes flash open.
Shivers wrack my body, my flesh hot, my body cold.
My hand searches for my mother's slender, bigger hand. I cry out. I don't want her to leave me alone. Not like this. I struggle to bring the words out, but the pain is so excruciating that uttering even one word causes me to break out into sweat. Finally, I say it. I beg it.
"Don't leave me."
That's one it hits me. This woman's hand is smaller than mine. The knuckles are rough and scarred.
This woman is not my mother. It is Sakura.
I fall into darkness once more.
The only thing I register is numbness.
Did I have wounds before? Or was it all a big dream? All I can remember is Sakura's face as the man in the mask plunged his blade through me. It was horrified, scared.
Scared for me.
What had that man said to me? I can only remember snippets of our conversation.
"...Rinnegan."
"The eyes..."
"... haven't noticed yet? Perhaps you were too young to learn of that..."
"...fathered a son..."
I know I was so shocked at what he had said to me. It made my mind empty, yet conflicted. My body froze. It was something I just couldn't comprehend. I recall thinking, "Why hasn't she told me?"
It is beyond me why I can't remember it, which is frustrating. Perhaps the pain of my wounds is hazing my mind. Perhaps my mind is blocking it out involuntarily. I can only draw up pictures of six years ago, when I saw Sakura again. It's playing like a movie in my head, except through my eyes.
I saw the guard at the door, arguing. His posture stiff and steady, I knew he would not budge. Curiousity getting the better of me, I went to see who it was. A flash of pink and red caught my eyes.
Haruno Sakura.
She had grown up. At fifteen years old, she was quite average looking. Hair short, flabby muscles like a civilian girl, and a timid face. Not the kind of woman I would enjoy.
I furrowed my eyebrows. She was alone, oddly. Really, since she was the weak link in the team, she should have someone beside her, protecting her. I turned my back on her, ready to ignore her presence.
Something stopped me. Something compelled me to go assist her. To give her what she had wanted after all these years. This was probably the last time I'd ever see her anyway. Orochimaru needed me with his work; he was planning on destroying Konoha and with difficulty, was trying to recruti Mist for the battle. She was obviously not here to wreak havoc; she did not have enough power anyway. I went to her.
"B-but you don't understand! I have to-" I interjected her.
"Sakura."
She slowly raised her, and her eyes widened at the sight of me, like a taste of heaven.
"Sasuke-kun..." she breathed.
The guard looked between us. "Sasuke-sama, I swear that I wasn't going to let her in! She was just relentless and I-"
"Stand down. She's with me." The guard, words taken from his mouth, bowed. Sakura was granted passage.
"As you wish, Sasuke-sama." I gestured for Sakura to follow me. She was snapped back to reality from her dream world. Immediately, her defenses were brought up.
"How have you been, Sakura?"
"How do you think I've been?" she bit out.
"There's no need to be immature, Sakura. I just asked how you were doing. My intent was just to exchange pleasantries." Sakura rolled her eyes.
"So now you want to talk? It's a little late for that. You should've tried three years ago," she stated with a hiss. I dropped the subject. I was interested in how the rest of them were doing.
"How's Naruto?"I asked. Sakura groaned.
"He's the same, but he's different," she explained to me, not quite making sense. I understood though.
"Hn," I answered. Sakura was doing a very bad job at being angry with me. I could hear her heart beat fast, I saw her cheeks warm ever so slightly, and her pupils dilated. However, her relaxation ended with this:"Why are you here?" She drew in a sharp breath.
"Buying supplies," she briefly said. "That's all."
I smirked. "Sadly enough. I believe you. You're too weak to be on your own for a few days, as usual." She smiled, an activity of the weaker powers.
"You're probably right, Sasuke-kun." I did not feel bad for calling her weak. She was, after all. Both her body and mind. She could not even control her emotions, and her chakra levels were startling low. Or maybe it had just seemed that way at the time.
"Hn," I replied. We passed by the market.
"I need to buy supplies," she reminded me. She entered a shop, and it seemed that most of what she needed was there. She scooped them into her arms and placed them on the counter, then started digging around in her purse for her wallet. I stay her hand.
"Let me," I commanded. She opened her mouth, but I gave her a look that said 'do not argue with me.' She begrudgingly let me pay for her supplies.
I bought dinner for her. We made useless, small talk. None of what she had said piqued my interest, and I think she knew that, but she kept chattering on. Then I paid the bill, and we left.
She tried to excuse herself, obviously feeling awkward.
"Thank you for today, Sasuke-kun. It was very fun."
"Hn," I replied.
"Well, I'd better go find somewhere to set up camp. I'll...see you later, okay?"
We both knew it wasn't true, yet she still bothered to say it? However, I was not done giving her what she had wanted.
"Let me find you a room." Her startled expression nearly made me smile. It was humorous. Had she not figured it out yet? I was doing this for her.
"Really, Sasuke. You've already done so much for me. I know the rooms are full, but I'll just camp outside for the night. There's no need," she manages to stammer.
"I insist." And that was the end of it. Sakura couldn't argue with me. I thought she would never be able to.
I brought her to a hotel. I found the manager. "I need a room," I told him. "I want the surrounding rooms empty as well." He replied that of course, he would give me a room. I was Uchiha Sasuke, after all.
I came out to Sakura. "I have gotten you a room." Her eyes darkened with sadness.
"Th-thank you," she mumbled. "Really, you've been so kind today."
I shrugged it off. I think she knew what was coming next."I'll walk you to your room," I said. Behind that, there was the tone 'don't argue with me.'
She nodded meekly.
I walked one step behind her, almost close enough to breathe in her scent.
She reached the room and opened her mouth, no doubt to say thank you. I, however, did not want to hear it.
My mouth covered hers in a loveless, wet kiss. She gasped into my mouth, and my tongue took the time to explore the cavity. I pushed her into the room, locking the door.
"Sasuke, no..." she moaned as I placed one hand on her clothed ass and squeezed it.
"Shut up," I rasped, throwing her purse to the side. My lips found their way to her collarbone, and I started to lick. Her breath and mine were becoming ragged, heavy. Needy.
The clothes were quickly stripped. I was never one for foreplay.
I plunged into her.
The sounds of skin slapping together echoed in the room. I felt her walls start to spasm tightly around me, but I was too late.
I felt my stomach muscles clench, and white light filled my vision. My seed spurted into her.
I did not withdraw in time.
I never come inside a woman. I do not wanting her to get pregnant with my child. However, I miscalculated. I did not know that Sakura had been a virgin. She couldn't last as long as the other women I had been with.
I laid down beside her and watched her breathing out, the girl drifting to sleep. Once she fell asleep, I left. When she awoke, she was alone. I did not see her horrified expression. I did not see it contort to sadness.
I did not see her cry.
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"Mommy, mommy! Where are we going?" Kenji gasped.
"We're running away," Sakura explained, her hand placing an iron grip on her son's.
"But Mr. Uchiha-"
"-can take care of himself," Sakura finished. "We got to get out of here." So memorizing the routes of the town had had a purpose. Sakura and Kenji went through the allies, the most discreet route to exit the town. They had passed a few people, but they were mostly druggies high on whatever they chose, and they escaped fairly quickly. Kenji had not raised another argument.
"We're out," he breathed. Sakura nodded with soft smile, bending over to place her hands on his shoulders comfortingly.
His face broke out into a grin.
"Mommy, we're free!" he laughed, throwing his arms around her neck. The pair giggled, and Sakura spun in circles with her little boy attached to her neck. They finally recovered from their fits of laughter, and Sakura gently dropped her son on the ground. Pulling down her shirt collar, she shoved her hand into and tore the inside of her bra. Once messy and broken, Sakura could slip her fingers into the two pieces of fabric and grab the scroll the Mizukage had given her.
She opened it.
It was full of seals and characters of hiragana, brushed in ink neatly and symmetrical. Sakura knew what to do. She bit her thumb, drawing out blood.
"Bite your thumb," she instructed Kenji, and he did so, cringing and making a face at the taste of his own blood.
The two spread liquid life onto the scroll. Kenji started fidgeting as he copied his mother as she performed hand seals.
"Mommy," he whispered. "Can I hold your hand?" Sakura nearly melted. He was through with being brave now. It was adorable, and she would swoon like the mother she was if they had the time, but it was of the essence right now.
"Of course, sweetheart," she said, extending it to him. His tinier fingers curled around hers, squeezing tightly for reassurance.
They both inserted chakra into the scroll.
With a poof, they disappeared, traveling through long distances in literally no time.
Disoriented, they looked at where they had landed.
Torino smiled at them.
"Welcome to Itachi's abode, you two."
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I tried something new in the beginning. Do you like it?
Thanks for the reviews for the last chapter! Could we get to... 290?
I would appreciate feedback. Tell me what you like and don't like.
*I know it's a bit short, but I tend to stop chapters when it feels like the end, not by length. So bear with me. Sorry!
Someone asked, "What is a traditionalist?"
It is something I made up, but it seems possible to me.
You know how on TV all the ninjas we see are in all black and masked and everything? I call that a traditionalist.
The ninjas of Naruto seem newer, y'know? The civilians aren't in the dark as to their existence, and their clothes are very modern. That's the new generation.
Hope I cleared some things up?