CHAPTER 07: A BLESSED KISS & A CURSED KISS


TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter includes segments with domestic violence intonations. PSA that I absolutely do not condone it nor is it my purpose to romanticize it. I'm just telling a story with a deep interest in dwelling into the true realities of what substance abuse can lead to and how flawed it can be to love one who suffers from it. PURE STORYTELLING please! STAY FOCUSED!

- Love, Lorime


She didn't remember what happened. She didn't remember how suddenly her room was unrecognizable. Her hands bloody, her hair cut short and her face in the tight grasp of Naruto's hands.

The pain from the cuts of the broken mirror was suddenly processing as she slowly... slowly came back to her senses.

The big question though was when did he get here? How did he get here? Why was he here? And why was his face flooded with tears and that pitiful look plastered all over his face as he stared back at her.

"Wha-

"Don't talk."

He ordered. His voice was low. His face was... she didn't know how to describe but it was a lot. So much emotion was plastered on his face.

It took her a second but she suddenly flinched and in seconds she was on the opposite side of the room. Far far away from him.

"Why are you here ?" She spewed. Naruto was the last person she wanted to see here. She was tired of feeling. Exhausted of the pains of her heart this week. It was too much, too fucking much. Her pain was slowly turning into anger and he would be the recipient since he couldn't get the damn memo.

"I don't want you here!"

He stood up, completely un phased by her agressive tone. He just stared back with that disgusting look of pity and understanding. And she lost it...

Grabbing whatever was in her sight and throwing it at him she repeated her helpless cry.

"What don't you understand ? LEAVE!"

He let the hard music box hit him in the shoulder quietly. She could hear the loud noise it made at the impact. She knew it was painful. Immediately regretful she rushed to his side. Suddenly remembering his injury as she noticed his wrapped foot.

Hands on his shoulders she looked up at him with those dried tears and wanted to cry again.

"Why are you here." She repeatedly pitifully, as she let him hug her.

He crushed her in his arms. No reply, no words, just breathing. Loud, quick breathing.

It was soothing for some reason. She found herself calming down as one of his hands rubbed her back in quiet, relaxing motions.

A big sigh escaped her lungs as she finally hugged him back with even more force. He was here... he was present and caring when she needed someone the most. Naruto was here with her. Despite her overthinking from earlier she found herself pitifully craving his warmth in this moment more than anything.

What made her even more happier in this moment was that she hadn't needed to beg, ask or command his presence. The universe had just sent his soul to hers at her lowest point.

That was the moment Hinata noticed she was probably one greedy bitch. Because despite all that... she wanted more.

Her breathing quick, her face in his neck lost in thoughts. The world was on mute and nothing else mattered but her and him there, alone and to themselves. Nothing else mattered in this instance than his hand slowly travelling from her back to her face in a slow motion.

She felt chills run down her spine as his finger lost itself under her chin, calling for her face to face his. In a second their eyes connected. Both sights drowned with tears. He felt her and she felt him. It was apparent. She suddenly felt seen, understood and supported. His gaze was like a confirmation that she wasn't alone in this. That she wasn't the only one going through this. He was right there at the edge of the hill with her. Hand in hers, calling for her to take steps back away from the cliff of the breaking point.

Naruto was here calling for her humanity to fight one last battle despite the fact that the end of the tunnel was suddenly blurry. Despite the fact that this loss was something she knew she could never overcome. Naruto was the only one there in the crowd of dark and faceless figures shining brightly and holding a "You can do this" sign. And she loved every second of it.

His eyes were still on her. Quiet but intense. Suddenly her heart started beating so fast she thought it would stop. Then she noticed his gaze move from her eyes to her lips. Look that followed with his lips on hers.

This kiss felt like remedy. A band-aid. It felt like homecoming, reassurance and love. All at once. But how was that possible?

She'd never thought of how kissing Naruto would feel but she hadn't been ready for this because the next second he grabbed her face with even more purpose and attacked her lips with the passion of a thief. The kiss was hot, intense, possessive, bruising. Yet she returned every last bit of it.

Her hands around his neck travelled to his face as they danced around the room in different make out positions, both even more hungry for the other.

It was finally here. That day she'd imagine herself kissing Naruto, that day she'd imagine him looking at her and wanting her as badly as she'd wanted him. It was worth the decade long wait. Oh, so worth it.

The man could kiss. The man was possessive in every way. Every placement, grabbing, look and stroke was marking her as his property. She didn't even know how he did it or if he knew he was but it was written all in his movement in italics "Mine" "Mine" "Mine".

After minutes that felt like eternity they finally cut short for a breath and their eyes found their way back to each other. Her chest heaving up and down she looked up at him with so much appreciation. He'd made her feel so much in just a minute. He'd made her forget the pain so quickly, even if it had been for a few seconds.

A smile cracked up on her face and he slowly smiled back.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered.

And it was like a soothing melody to her ears. It was like that was exactly what she'd wanted and needed to hear in that moment.

Her hand on his cheek she continued smiling before thanking him.

"Thank you for this..."

He shook his head.

"I think you're getting the wrong idea Hinata. I didn't kiss you right now to make you feel better... this was a very asshole move of mine to take what I'd been obsessing over the last few days. Week even..."

A sigh escaped her lips as she stared back at him baffled.

"I'm happy it helped make you feel better but I've been craving your lips since the second we almost kissed at my house. And trust me... I know the timing is the most awful one in existence but goddamn it you make me lose it..."

Her mouth still open in shock, she continued staring. That made him smile cockily.

"Did you truly think I was gonna leave this place? Matter fact... did you truly think I wasn't gonna come to you when I know you're at your lowest and need a shoulder to cry on?"

"I-

"I'd break down your protective walls and any front door of yours to get to you before I ever let you feel alone like this again, get that through your head now."

She stared back. She'd never known this side of Naruto. Every word he spoke spewed confidence, certainty and an aloof regard for anything. It was like he had marked her and was letting her know now.

"I didn't mean to hit you..." she finally said. A hand on his shoulder. He shrugged.

"Hit me again if that makes you feel better right now baby. I'll worry about the pain later. For now, my priority is this..."

He grabbed her face again and got even closer.

"What do you need right now Hinata?"

Eyes lost in his, she felt like she wanted to shy away. She had always been used to staring at him from far away, in his back, in isolated corners where no one could notice her. Now he was there, facing her and giving her his full attention and she couldn't take it. She couldn't. Eyes suddenly avoidant, Hinata felt like running. But he wouldn't let her.

His hands guided her face right back to him and he repeated:

"What do you need right now Hinata?"

Suddenly and all too violently, the pain of the grief suddenly came back all at once and she ugly cried right there. All snotty, all loudly and hiccuppy.

And just like he'd expected it, he simply grasped her in a tight hug. His soothing motions right back into action. And it worked. They were so in tune she wondered just how? But she wouldn't be the only one.

"What happened here ?"

That voice was not one she heard often in such a close distance. Neji... She turned to face the door and he was right there, eyes on the havoc in her room. His eyes were all red just like hers and she could tell he'd been crying as much as she had.

Without realizing when, she was in his arms and they were both ugly crying. For minutes and minutes and minutes that turned into hours and hours. She didn't even realize when Naruto had left them to grace them privacy. She just noticed hours later a note on her bed as Neji had fallen asleep on her bed and she'd woken up from the longest nap ever.

"Call me when you need me, I'll run back to you."

Smiling like a woman in love she held the note tight in her hand before noticing Neji waking up right next to her.

It took him a few minutes but then he stood up and smiled sadly at her. They'd went on hours earlier talking about their grief and expressing just how painful this new orphan life would be.

Neji wasn't one to talk about his emotions much but he'd stood there listening to her for hours and equally shared how wrecking this loss was for him.

His wife was waiting at their hotel room a few miles away so he stated he was ready to leave now. She stared at her brother one last time.

"They would be so proud of you, you know..."

His eyes sad, he looked away.

"They'd be proud of you too trouble maker."

She chuckled and helped him up. That's when they both processed the state of her room. He stared at it without judgment though. Nodding his head, he turned to her:

"Express yourself as much as you can kiddo, I'll pay for whatever."

She chuckled.

"That's gonna be one hell of an expensive bill."

He nodded

"Don't worry, we got it."


Staring at this intruder at her door, Sakura's heart was pounding hard in her chest as she wondered just why the fuck Sasuke was here. How did he even know where she lived ?

It was currently 3:42AM and he was standing there waiting for her to open up. He'd rang three times already. And by the nonchalant look she could see on his face from the peephole, the man didn't plan to leave until she graced him entry.

"I know you're here so just open the damn door."

Another skip. Her heart was a wreck right now. It was like the universe was calling for this asshole to come back and ruin her life. Earlier she'd been stalking their old pictures from high-school wondering where the hell it had gone wrong for him. Now he was at her front door. The odds of the world...

As he pounded more violently on her door, she finally opened up. And almost like he'd expected her to, his face remained stoic. A sigh escaped her lungs, she'd wanted to put on that pretense that she was angry that he was here but truly it was too late tonight. She was exhausted and drained of any energy to play actress right then so she just let him in quietly.

He chuckled as he locked the door behind him.

"No "fuck you Sasuke" today?"

Silence.

She ignored him as she went back to her desk. He took a seat on her bed right behind her and she noticed him watch her through the mirror. She'd been treating her hair for the last 20 minutes.

She quietly continued and Sasuke quietly kept on with his stare. The minutes turned into an hour and as the time passed by, her self consciousness grew even more.

An hour was what it took for her to turn around and throw daggers at him with her eyes. And again the man smiled. He loved winning that stupid game they always played.

"Why the fuck are you even here?"

He shrugged, crossing his legs as his eyes roamed through her room. Like he was taking a mental picture of what it looked like. His stance nonchalant, he replied as unbothered as he looked.

"I was just coming to check if you were getting fucked by some loser tonight."

She was on her feet immediately. Hands tight, eyes twitching, lips tense. Sakura would constantly be reminded of how stupid she was for loving this sorry excuse of a man.

"I'm not in the mood for your shit today Sasuke, get lost."

He chuckled as he stared up at her.

"Thereeee it issss, that warrior wall builder. It's crazy how easy it is to break it down when you try oh so hard to keep them up when it comes to me."

She turned around, ready to leave the place when suddenly a hand was on her, turning her around and keeping her tight in place as he stared at her.

His look was angry. So much anger in those dark eyes. Almost as if he despised her. That look made her realize the one thing she'd failed to understand before... The man had a grudge... whatever it was it was a big one against her.

It made her laugh. This big and bad Sasuke who played God almighty all of the sudden made her feel oh so special because she triggered him. What a lovely melody.

It was lovely until he spoke.

"I could fuck you sideways you know... So disrespectfully you'd never want another man to touch you again."

In shock by his rough bluntness, she couldn't look away, so he continued, a smirk firm on him.

"You'd feel so ashamed of how good I'd make you feel, of how dirty I'll mark you... that you'd never have a taste for any other dick but mine."

Oh the man was dirty. She knew he played dirty but this was another level.

"You're sick." She whispered.

"Yeah and I don't give a fuck Sakura. You make me fucking mad you know... moving around like I'm not all you think about, like you're not begging your lil God everyday that I look in your direction and write you stupid love letters to make you feel good about playing with the dark"

He chuckled, his evil aura filled the room. And as his fingers rolled under her chin, eyes caressing her night dress almost revealing her full chest, the bastard licked his lips.

"Don't you just wish you could take it huh? Playing with the dark without feeling bad about it the next day. Without running to beg me the next day to return these stupid things y'all call feelings so you can live that big fat lie of a happy ever after."

Suddenly she pushed him.

"Get off me."

He came back with a stronger grip on her. Eyes wide and absolutely crazy. She didn't recognize him.

"Let me make one thing very clear to you miss Fairytale. There is no one like me. There is no one that could ever fill that void I've left in you for all these years. No one. You can pretend as much as you want that it's not there. Don't worry, I'll be here to mock you and remind you everytime."

Angry, she walked away but he continued his agression, his words as sharp as knives.

"I mark your name on every sorry bitch I fuck, you know..."

Swirling around like she couldn't believe he had just said that. Sakura put a hand to her heart. Was this hurt, lust or... just what was it ?

"I fuck them imagining it's you that's taking me in and moaning all those pretty words. It makes me so hard."

"You're a sick fuck."

He chuckled evilly.

"You have no idea. Wanna know more ?"

"No, get out of my house... You're high."

And he was. She'd known from the minute he'd grabbed her face closer to his.

"Yeah and it's fucking great to fuck after going through those sexy cosplay pictures you post you know. I didn't know you had this much meat on your chest."

He chuckled.

"If I'd known I would've probably played along with your lil feeli-

Slap.

She didn't know when, how, where but her hand had ended on his cheek. His face turned to the right. She couldn't see his face but she knew he was angry. He was trembling angry.

Slowly his face turned to hers and he suddenly pushed her violently to the wall.

It took a second to process but she could feel pain. He had pushed her so hard she'd hit the pictures of her and Hinata displayed on her wall.

Suddenly aware of the fact he'd caused this feeling of pain on her head. She put a hand to the back of it and noticed the little drop of blood there.

Slowly, very slowly her eyes went up to meet his and there it was. That void. He didn't look sad, worried or sorry. Just pure anger. His eyes wide and zoomed in on her, it was like he hadn't even processed what had just happened. He was just so fucking angry.

"When will you stop fucking running huh?"

His hand suddenly on her face, she pushed it away

"Stop Sasuke..."

But he came back, with more force and suddenly his nose was dancing on her face in search of her lips. He was slowly breathing in her scent. His breaths loud and rough.

Weirdly enough she wasn't as scared as she should've been. Rather she was sad. So... so sad. He didn't give a fuck though.

His lips finally found hers and she let her body dance that toxic dance with his. How bitter, how painful, how pitiful that taste was.

This was what she'd wanted, and she couldn't believe that was all what it was. That this was how it would be. A sad, insecure and pitiful part of her wanted it though, with all her might. She wanted to save him so so much.

As he devoured her with even more passion she continued kissing him back. Imagining a healthy Sasuke kissing her instead. A Sasuke that admitted that he had feelings, that he wanted her for all the right reasons and that he'd fight.

But he said none of the above. The only Sasuke she had right now was a selfish bastard who cared little for her feelings. Only for the satisfaction to his mind games and penis. No one else.

Before she knew it she was crying. And as she was kissing him back her eyes slowly flew open to look at him. His were tightly closed, too consumed with having her there. With having that tight grasp on her like he feared she ever let go. But she didn't want to. Her fingers gripping as tightly at his face as their kiss, she noticed it finally. She had been smearing her own blood on his face as they'd had lost themselves to this crazy obsession.

Eyes flying wide open, she suddenly realized. She was terrified.

"It's an omen Sakura, run." Said a voice in her head.

The voice was familiar but who was that?

Then she looked up away from his face, towards the calendar facing her bed, right behind a crazed Sasuke kissing on her.

Marked in red, Hinata's parent's funeral was noted there in bold.

Yet another sign... But his tongue lost on hers and that magnificent feeling washing over her as his hands awakened her body blocked all voices and omens in the world. Leaving just one voice and melody singing a song she'd sang for years and years.

"Sasuke"

"Sasuke"

"Sasuke..."


To be continued...


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