"I'm sorry… for everything"

A knocking sound took Sakura out of her contemplation and brought her back to reality. She looked towards the window, where a messaging bird was perched, a small scroll tightly secured to its leg.

Because the medic was the only awake person in the room, she knew the message was for her. With a sigh, she stood up to grab it. As the bird flew away, Sakura read the paper.

"魁"

The simple note was one Sakura and every ninja on rotation received multiple times a week. She was being summoned to the Hokage's office. It wasn't an urgent demand, as those came in red scrolls and this one was yellow, but she knew she had no choice but to leave her post and pay a visit to the Rokudaime, her old sensei.

Sticking her head out of the hospital room, she made a waving gesture to the girl sitting on the nurse station. "Kimura-san", Sakura said softly to the worker who was busy playing crosswords. No response. Clearing her throat, she tried once again. "Excuse me"

Having been caught red handed, Kimura-san dropped the magazine like it was a piece of burning coal, and sheepishly replied: "Yes, Sakura-sama? How might I help you?"

"May I please know who's next on guard for room 504?"

"Of course, let me see…", the worker opened a big folder and started perusing. "That would be Ikeda-san"

"Please let him know I will be at the Hokage's office in case the patient wakes up". Sakura hesitated for a second. "In case he does, make sure he sends a note to me before anyone else".

"Of course, Sakura-sama".

It had been a long week since the war had ended. After Sakura patched Sasuke and Naruto up as best as she could with the little energy she had left, Kakashi and herself had rushed the two one-handed heroes to the hospital, which was bursting with activity. The two ninja had been placed in the same room, and Sakura spent every spare moment she had there alongside them, making sure they wouldn't awake from their exhaustion coma to an empty room.

Naruto woke up merely 36 hours after arriving, and even when he fought tooth and nail to stay in the room until Sasuke arouse as well, he was such a nuisance to have around Sakura had no choice but to kick him out after the third nurse had come running to her complaining he was having ichiraku ramen delivered to the room. The blond fool was the opposite from apologetic. "The food here is so disgusting, Sakura-chan!"

The newly promoted senior medic had sent a short message to her parents to let them know she'd made it in one piece - "I'm ok, please send spare clothes" -, and in these seven days had only left her workplace for bureaucratic reasons, which were all resolved over at the Hokage Tower. She guessed today's visit was due to a new document that needed her signature.

Sakura visited her patients, and went back to the room. Oversaw surgery, and went back to the room. Ate her snacks there and if there was time to take a nap, she did so there too. When Naruto was dismissed, she started sleeping in there instead of in the doctors' lounge. And there were so many issues she resolved from outside that door that she seriously considered bringing her work desk there.

Since all five nations were now Allied, most combat missions were on hold. In contrast, medical missions had increased tenfold, as most people who had received minor to intermediate wounds in battle had not been healed right away. A considerable number of Sakura's coworkers had been sent to towns nearby on short missions, and a handful of them were taking long assignments in the other Shadow Villages. All of this meant the hospital was packed, so no one really complained about Sakura's newfound desire to take residence there, and the rest of the staff took advantage of her perennial presence. She couldn't remember when was the last time she'd slept a full 8 hours.

The 'room', as it had become known by anyone who asked frequently for her, was a safe haven anytime the young doctor needed some alone time . Whenever she found herself back in the room, she stared at Sasuke's face. He looked at peace, for once, and she often wondered if it wasn't kinder to him letting him exist in that in-between world, away from his mental tribulations as well as their cruel world.

When she was there, every passing minute was devoted to his being. Sakura fluffed his pillows, did his bed, dressed his wounds, opened and closed the curtains in the room, checked his vitals, brought him flowers, took the flowers away after rethinking about it, brushed the hair out of his eyes, inquired the nurses about his exam results, took measurements for his prosthetic arm, cried of a couple minutes, and observed him minutely. Whenever she found herself staring for longer than half an hour without being able to fall asleep, she left the room in shame, wondering how could she be so lame. And without failin, she always asked the nurse on call to let her know as soon as he woke up.

During these days, her mind was a continuous cacophony of half thoughts. She thought about the repercussions of Sasuke's return. She thought of his hands, around her neck, and then she thought of his lost limb. She thought about his heartfelt apology, seconds before passing out. She wondered about his new goals. She wondered about his punishment, if there would be any. She wondered how his lips tasted. She daydreamed about them being together. She daydreamed about her rejecting his proposition to be together. She brought herself to tears more than once, fearing his reaffirmed indifference. All in all, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

And the tingle of excitement her body felt in anticipation of his awakening was nothing if not all encompassing.

"Hello, Sakura. It's good to see you out of the hospital" Kakashi greeted her from behind his desk. Standing next to him there was a smartly dressed woman who Sakura had never seen before. Nodding his head towards the unfamiliar lady, the Hokage said. "As you see, we have company"

"I've asked you here to introduce one another. This is Renho Fujii. She will be Sasuke's lawyer in his upcoming trial". The lawyer extended her hand to shake Sakura's.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Haruno-san. Thank you so much for what you've done for all of us" Uncertain of what to say to the compliment, she returned the greeting.

"The pleasure it's mine. How can I be of assistance?" This last sentence she said to the woman while sending a quick glance to Kakashi.

"As you know, Sasuke has amassed quite a long list of crimes he needs to be judged on", the gray-haired man replied. "We were wondering if you were interested in adding one more" Huh? "A sexual misdemeanor charge." Sakura was gaping like a fish "For what happened on the bridge"

"I…" what the hell was Kakashi doing, insinuating that in front of this woman?! "I don't think…"

"If I may interrupt", Renho said, "you should know that anything we discuss will work towards helping Sasuke get the lowest punishment possible. That is, of course, if you want to help us out". Any and all issues Sasuke and her had to sort out would be done once he woke up. She wouldn't bring the law to fix a problem between teammates.

She knew according to the Omega protection law what had been done between her and her former teammate was illegal, but to denounce him publicly… she would never ever consider betraying him so; after all, she had been the one who'd push him to his limits. She had been the one who accepted the seduction mission, the one who's untimely heat had gone out of control… and yet the memory of two hands and a hateful stare woke her up in a cold sweat at night. But that wasn't evidence enough to turn against Sasuke. She wondered if there was anything that could. "I won't sue him, Kakashi-sensei. Of course I won't"

"Perfect, then. That means we count on you to witness in his favor. Is that right, Fujii-san?

"Yes, Kakashi-sama. Haruno-san is a war hero, her vouching on his favor will highly improve our chances of success" Sakura was lightly bouncing on her feet, and by this point, she had heard more than enough praise and was ready to return to her familiar hospital room.

"Ok Kakashi-sensei, you know you can count on me. May I please go now?"

"Actually", Kakashi said languidly, like he had all the time in the world, "we were hoping you could stay and help us build the case. Is that alright? We could use a brain like yours"

She really wanted to leave, but this was her Hokage speaking, so what options did she have? "Of course, I'll stay"

The afternoon moved slowly forward as they discussed their legal strategy. Sakura tapped her feet anxiously. As the sun dragged lower and lower in the sky, her nervousness increased. "I need to go with Sasuke-kun", the thought repeating in her mind. "He might wake up soon. I need to leave here"

A buzz on Kakashi's desk made her hair stand on edge. She had a bad feeling about this. "It's done, Kakashi-sama", came out of the intercom.

"Very well. Thanks". Sakura knew something bad had gone down just by the crease on his visible eyebrow.

"What's going on?!"

"Sasuke's been pulled out of the coma and taken to solitary confinement"

Sakura had a fit right then and there, in front of the lawyer and all. She truly was acting more and more like Naruto with each passing day. "WHAT? Who's made that decision? I'm his assigned doctor, you cannot simply use a medical jutsu without my previous approval, Kakashi! And you know it!"

She was flabbergasted that the Hokage and her medical team would pull the rug from under her feet like that. What were they all thinking? Didn't they know how dangerous those forceful those jutsu could be on a recovering body, how much they could have hurt him? How could they let him wake up alone, without anyone from his team to greet him and assure him he was fine! She was seething and held nothing back.

"Think it through, Sakura". Every time Kakashi used this somber tone of voice, he looked so old and defeated that Sakura thought the years were finally catching up to him. "We all knew you weren't gonna like this, but we're under pressure from a lot of different important players, like the Raikage, and Sasuke agrees that being in jail for a couple weeks looks better than being coddled by you in the hospital.

The insults kept on coming. "Coddled? What do you mean coddled? I'm just following protocol! Exactly what you are ignoring right now, Kakashi-sama. I can't believe it! What happened to putting the comrades first?"

"That's actually my second reason. No one knows how you'll react to being next to him when he's awake. Believe me, it pains me to do this, but I need to protect both of you from any mistakes you might make"

The embarrassment and the indignation took Sakura out of it. "I might have lost it once, but It's not who I am Kakashi, I, I… " she had to focus so the tears wouldn't fall from her face. The lawyer looked like she really wanted this conversation to end. "I gotta get out of here"

Sakura stormed out of the room, and everyone in the building was able to hear the door smashing on her way out.

These days, her sexual denomination felt more and more like a punishment than the incredible blessing Ino had made it out to be. As Sakura rushed her way to the hospital, ready to strangle whoever had worked in cahoots with Kakashi, she pondered how ridiculous it all had become in less than a year. "Unbelievable!", she said under her teeth. For her staff and teacher to go over her, like she was a schoolgirl who couldn't discern between wrong and right! Like her hormones would keep her from doing whatever was best for Sasuke or the Village in general! It was true she had been carried away, once, but what about all the other times she'd done the right thing, huh? Had that all been erased from their minds the moment that stupid test had returned positive?

And it's not like she was trying to go against Kakashi, but when someone in the doctor's lounge made a comment about an inmate that needed medical care right when she had finished her shift, she had to volunteer.

After all, they were truly short on staff.

Konoha's jailhouse was on the edge of town, a drab edification which typically housed drunken villagers who had done some kind of property damage and were sent to spend the night. The fact that Sasuke, who was at one time in his life one of the top five Most Wanted criminals in the whole ninja world, had been sent there instead of the maximum security prison which was located on an isolated island proved how unserious this whole ordeal was. Sakura understood optics, but still - there might be some people who needed convincing, but at the end of the day, it was self-evident that one of the saviors of the world did not deserve to be rotting away in isolation (nor could he be put there against his will).

Sakura arrived at the gates and without much besides a "Good afternoon" she walked towards cell number 4, where the convalescent civilian awaited her. Without needing to look twice, she started listing his numerous wounds away. "A broken femur, a dislocated shoulder, a concussion…"

"You should see how the other guy left, doc", with a charming and incomplete smile, the young man looked more or less like everyone who's come out triumphant in a fist fight. His cauliflower-like ear gave Sakura the hint that this wasn't the first time he'd gotten into a stupid street brawl.

"Mmhm", Sakura answered not-commitdely. "I've heard said guy is unconscious in a hospital bed". Sakura might not do many rounds in the penitentiary, but after being trained by Tsunade, it was a tough game trying to intimidate her, so she only paid the inmate half a mind. Her hands were preparing what she needed to patch him up, but her attention was elsewhere, trying to map out the corridors to find the actual reason behind her visit.

Danger

"Huh?" Her glowing hands stopped the setting of bone and the fixing of tissue. What was that?

Like day and night, the pleasant demeanor of her patient turned into a sadomasochist sneer. "Y'know, doc", his previous smile disappearing completely from his face, he forcefully grabbed her hand. "It's rude touching a man while thinking of someone else. Look at me"

His commanding voice gave it away: so he was an Alpha. An Alpha who apparently liked abusing his biological powers by cornering innocent victims. Adrenaline in her veins running freely, Sakura's placid expression didn't change in the slightest (after all, she was a ninja, and he was a good for nothing, frustrated civilian alpha who by the looks of it enjoyed using his sexual status only to beat men to a pulp and intimidate women), and one by one she pushed his fingers back until they were all broken. "And don't you know it's stupid messing with someone stronger than you?", her voice calmy coming out of her mouth, like there wasn't a man screaming and thrashing under her.

Come

The call was both unexpected and instinctual, and her ears strained to discern if she was actually hearing the words or just imagining them. While her former patient was left painfully squirming on the floor, Sakura stepped out of the cell. Her heart was beating like war drums. In her mind she let out a reply.

Where?

Her adrenal gland, which was already engaged thanks to the idiot behind her, reacted with seeking need to the coveted call. It's him, her body cells seemed to sing, our alpha.

Come here

Her feet took her unceremoniously through damp passageways, poorly maintained facilities, underground tunnels, until she got to the most removed cell. Solitary confinement: a concrete box with only a small window; it reminded her greatly of her own lockup not too long ago. By that point, she was so high on endorphins it was impossible for her to conceive how this might be a bad idea. The animal had taken over her neurotransmitters. The abandoned dog had found the way back home again. With a kick, she tore the door down.

Maybe this wasn't what she planned, and it certainly wasn't in any shape or form what she had fantasized so committedly for so long, but seeing him there, tied up, manacled, blindfolded, and with a noticeable bulge between his legs, something within herself decided today was the day. Her Alpha was alone, and vulnerable, and needy for her, and she wanted nothing else than to comply with his wishes.

I am here

Sakura walked slowly towards him, taking in as much detail as she could in the low light and low-contrasting outfit. He smelled deliciously; like a cup of coffee, bitter and addictive. There was nothing sweet about him, but she was saccharine enough for the both of them.

The secret language that bonded them together told her everything she yearned to know. Her boots were wet with the puddles on the floor; she paid them no mind. A different wetness had consumed all of her rationality, and she could sense she wasn't alone in this world of desire. "I can read you so well now, Sasuke-kun. I know exactly what you want". Whose seductive voice was that? Sakura was sure she'd never sounded that confident a single day in her life.

Grandma Yamanka;s face briefly crossed her mind and made her want to laugh. Sakura didn't need Omega lessons! The thought seemed preposterous right now. Albeit her inexperience, she knew precisely what to do. The Alpha in front of her commanded her, and her animal just needed to comply.

The cell couldn't have been bigger than Sakura's own bathroom, so in two long strides she found herself in front of the object of her desire. How she yearned for his heat to warm her whole. Sakura positioned her knees, one on each side of him, and her face was barely above his. "You called for me, Sasuke-kun", her hands touched his cheeks lovingly, his masculine forehead, the hair sticking out of his restraints. His lips were slightly parted, and the sight of his wet tongue electrified Sakura like his infamous chidori. He was mute, which made Sakura wonder if there was a jutsu which impeded speech. Maybe there was. Who cares? Sticking her face to his neck, she inhaled deeply. All she ever needed to know was perfectly communicated by his clamoring pheromones. "I am here now"

Paying no mind to the chains that bound him, she pressed her body against him, arms curled in between them, head resting on his shoulder. She experienced an indescribable sensation of belonging being together with him. Her previous hesitation was uncalled for. He'd made her! She had always been his, so it was only natural for him to be hers as well. With her head in this position, Sakura's tongue had perfect access to his expanded glands, and she lapped at them like a kitten drinking milk. She wasn't bold enough to kiss him; to do so would require her to stop walking on the ridge between nothing and everything. When her hands pried open his neckline, she lowered her face and deposited wet butterfly kisses along his clavicle. Sasuke was pressing his head to the wall behind him, and if his groans were indicative of anything, he seemed to be enjoying Sakura's ministrations. "Sakura…" his throat vibrating against her teeth made her want to bite him more than ever. "Let's not…"

She wouldn't contemplate any hesitation. Without letting him finish the phrase, Sakura sat down hard on his crotch. The quiver of his legs took her aback, like a wave taking over, and the whimper that came out of her mouth was swiftly shushed by the crashing of his lips on hers.

Her heart was fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. She was so happy she couldn't stop smiling - until the combination of Sasuke biting on her lips and his shallow thrusts in between her legs made her moan. When she did so, like this was a warzone and he was its combatant, his tongue invaded her mouth. Being tied up as he was, Sasuke could only move his hips slightly and kiss her, and he did both with reckless abandon.

She needed more. She wanted more. She pressed against him, like the answer to all her questions was within him, and maybe it was. Taking advantage of her strength and positioning, she closed her knees and started dominating the game. She rocked her pelvis back and forth along his manhood, gaining in exchange more than one wanton grunt from him. This put his mouth in the perfect position to nib at her chest.

"Open your blouse", he ordered and she complied at once. Even when she was on top and unbound, it was clear he was the one calling the shots. He took one of her breasts in her mouth and sucked hard enough to make Sakura moan loudly. When his desperate tongue found her nipple, she had to bite her lips to keep from screaming, although the longer their physical affair went on, the less it meant anything to Sakura to keep quiet.

Sasuke thrust upwards once again and it hit a spot so delicious Sakura knew she was ready to see this to the end. She wanted him to be part of her; if only he could open his chest so she could take full residence inside of him, right next to his heart. If only his cells could transfer into her so they'd forever be one. For now, she'd be happy with having him inside of her. He must have been thinking along the same lines, since no man could remain content being this hard and without any release. She raised her hips, and quickly lest she lost her bravado, slid down the sipper in her skirt and took down her shorts and panties. Lowering her hands, she tore open Sasuke's pants, and took his erection in her hands. It was silkier than she expected, and warm, with a big drop of something translucent in its head. Taking a breath of courage, she positioned her opening on top of it, and sat down hard.

"Ah!", Sakura gasped in pain. Only about one third of it had made its way into her cunt, and it hurt more than most wounds she'd gotten in battle. Her eyes watered both in pain and in irritation. Wasn't this supposed to be pleasurable? A spurt of warm liquid slid out of her, and her inner thighs were now red with blood.

"Easy", Sasuke bellowed in his ever calm voice, even when it sounded slightly choked. After ten seconds or so, he nuzzled her cheek and started slowly moving his hips in circular motions. Sakura wasn't ready. She would have swore she'd never be ready until one of his moves smacked something inside of her that made her see stars, and her whines of pain became moans of pleasure. When they did so, she took his face on her hands and kissed him slowly and tenderly, hoping she could summarize what all this meant to her in such a simple gesture.

Slowly but surely his whole member was inside of her, pelvis delectably rubbing against her sensitive nub. This was so much better than her poor attempts at satisfying herself back in the hut. Sakura would be happy to be repeating this act as many times as it was necessary to quench both of their needs. She never wanted to part from him again. He was still rocking gently into her, his mouth on her ear mumbling unintelligible words. "Please, more", she begged. And he complied with her request, maybe for the first time ever.

Even restrained, the ninja beneath her proved his aptitude and drilled into her like his life depended on it. The bliss Sakura was experiencing made her bold, and soon her enjoyment was well heard reverberating in the hard stone walls. "This is so good, Sasuke-kun! Ah! Don't ever stop! I love you, I love you!" Finally they were together, after so long! Sakura was sure she was the luckiest girl in the whole wide world.

In between her folds, the base of his member was swelling. He would knot at any moment now, and their interwoven bodies would show the true connection of their hearts. "I love you so much, Sasuke-kun. Alpha, my alpha. I really want to bite you, alpha!"

"Then do it". She wouldn't give him the chance to back down, and placing her teeth in the juncture between his neck and his shoulder, she bit down hard. Sasuke's blood mixed with his sweat and her own saliva dribbled down his chest, and she greedily licked each rivulet. They tasted like ownership and victory. His pace increased greatly, and what were once long and rhythmic thrusts became shallow and irregular strokes. She presented her neck in turn, expecting in pure bliss the bite that now her own glands would receive in return.

She was close, she was so close, she really thought she would cum just by hearing his voice… "Get off, Sakura" What? Sounding closer and closer, hushed footsteps echoed in the passway.

"Get off me, now" Her legs acted on her own, half due to his alpha voice, half due to his cutting rejection. She jumped away from him and hit her back against the wall behind her. As she did so, Sasuke ejaculated, his semen dripping down his half-hard member which barely seconds ago was deep within her.

As if on cue, three guards entered the room running. "Disgusting", one said and turned outside the room. "You can't even breathe inside there, it stinks of alpha pheromones!". The only woman guard came to Sakura, and holding her hand, asked her:

"Are you ok? What happened?". Sakura was so shocked she couldn't say anything besides the painfully obvious, which was redundant.

"Go away". It was funny how expressive Sasuke could be whenever he was angry. Or at least it would be funny if Sakura didn't find herself defiled, abandoned, and disgraced on the floor of a forgotten jail cell.

Her window was open, and a strong nocturnal wind was blowing straight into her bed. Her skin, prickling all over, begged Sakura for a towel or a sheet to cover her, but she denied herself, like a masochist enjoying her own torture.

She had been taken to her house by the caring female guard, who had left with a worried look on her face. The medic had sat under the shower for hours, long after the water had run cold. Weirdly enough, she hadn't shed a single tear. She supposed she'd run out of them.

Reflecting on how the afternoon had gone down, it was fair to say she'd put too much emphasis waiting for this to be different. Wanting a single crossing of two people to rewrite her entire history. Ironically, all this had done was to reinforce her most basic emotion: Shame. Shame was the blanket that kept her warm at night, cheeks ablaze and mine going haywire.

Shame had been her first friend. Shame for having been born on the wrong side of town. Shame for having low grade ninja parents. Shame for always wearing the same old worn down clothes. Shame for being ugly. Shame for being a Beta. Later, shame for being an Omega. Shame for loving a man who would never love her back. Shame for being so stupid to think giving him a warm hole to stick his penis in would change the aforementioned fact. Shame for loving so ardently and stupidly she forgot she had a thinking brain.

Sakura might have been built into a great ninja and all - but she had been created poorly, half woman, half broken-spirited beast.

In her mind, a mantra repeated:

Why has the playful trickster God stolen my good judgment away

Why can't I just love in silence

Why can't my love be soft like the spring dew

Why can't I accept defeat

And why couldn't he love her back?

And again, and again.

Oh please, just love me back

The windowsill creaked under the weight of a person. Sakura knew her time for self-pity was up. A lovingly embrace and lavender smell enveloped her.

"Kakashi says we're leaving in the morning for a medical mission. I'll stay with you tonight". And in a different set of loving arms, Sakura slept through the short rest of the night.

This chapter is SOOO under edited, but if I keep going it will never be posted. I hope you enjoyed it and that you don't hate me that much! I promise things will get better someday hehe

🍜 - Naruto is me and hospital food!
👩 - Bro you better LAWYER UP!
- What is Kakashi doing that's mean
️ - Sakura should have broken every last bone in that pervert's body :)
- We're getting some heat finally!
- . .hell
😭 - Please no more Sakura suffering I'm beggin'!
💜 - Thank God for our good friends
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