I don't own Naruto, blah blah. This chapter has some drama in it, so please don't hate me. There will be KakaSaku in the later chapters, but for now, it's SasuSaku, I like those kinds of mix ups.
Enjoy!
2 Years Ago…
Sasuke forcefully grabbed her shirt.
"Take it off," he growled.
She started to lift up her shirt. She didn't have a chance to take off her bindings after training, so she would have to peel them off slowly because of the sweat. But Sasuke couldn't wait. Actually, he wouldn't wait. He ripped the remaining of her shirt off and started to pull at her bindings, burning her skin from the intense friction in the process.
"Sasuke-kun, hold on it hurts," That was the first time she felt as though she was going to cry.
Her face was flushed, although not from arousal anymore. She was getting angry at the way he was forcefully pulling at her bindings, willing them to tear.
"Sasuke stop." She was trying to pull his hands off her bindings; her skin felt like it was on fire now. He was going to peel her skin off with the bandages if he kept this up. And it didn't look like he was going stop anytime soon.
"Aghhhh! Sasuke STOP!" then she was overtaken by anger. She caught him by surprise and smacked him in the face. She used a minute amount of chakra. That was by habit. Luckily she had enough will power to minimize it. But she knew it would surely bruise. His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before narrowing.
"Sasuke-kun, I—" She then realized her mistake. Sasuke didn't like to be bested by anyone. Naruto he could probably handle. But Sakura? That was like getting bested by a third-rate genin. And he was a jonin.
"Get out!" he shouted, pushing her away.
He didn't really think much of Sakura. That's why when she persuaded him to come back after he killed Danzo, he still thought of her as the crazed fan-girl he believed to be so annoying. He needed to revive his clan. She was still in love with him so…why not? With her strength and intelligence, his sharigan eyes and tactical mind, their offspring would be an excellent Shinobi.
She was supposed to listen to what he said. If he wanted to rip off her bindings, he damn well would. When she slapped him, it was…well, a slap to the face. And he was sure it was bruise. He could already feel it swelling up. Now he was pissed.
"B-but, Sasuke—" she felt hot tears welling up behind her eyes.
"I said Get Out!" He shouted. If it was possible, his voice got even darker. She jumped.
She had impulses. The impulse that plagued her then was to get rid of what was hurting her. But damn it she wanted their first time to be special. Not like a captain barking out orders at their subordinates.
"Sasuke-kun I…" But she didn't get to finish her sentence. He shoved her clothes and sandals into her hands and was pushing her out the door. She had half a second to slip her ripped mesh shirt on before the door was slammed behind her and she was pushed into the cold.
She started to cry. And she ran. She ran until she couldn't. And that left her at the training grounds. She punched and kicked until it started to rain. Even then she didn't stop. She decided to slice at the raindrops as if those were her true enemies. She then slumped to the ground as if in defeat. For the second time that night, she cried. She cried until her insides twisted, telling her to stop. But she couldn't stop. Her tear drops molded with the rain as she looked up into the darkening sky. She lowered herself to the wet grass. She didn't have a place to go, anyways. Sasuke's house was her home. Sasuke was her home. He was her being. She thought he was happy with her. At least, she knew she was happy with him. She believed they were destined to be together, as much as she believed she was destined to be a medic-nin. But in the end, all he wanted was an egg. A stupid egg to be a placeholder for his sperm until it produced offspring.
She didn't want to have to be that way anymore. She didn't want to be weak, or cry at every tragic moment in her life. She didn't want to depend on Sasuke, Naruto, or anyone for that matter. She wanted to lock away her emotions. There was only one way to do that. Those were final thoughts before sleep and exhaustion overtook her.
She didn't know where she was, or who took her there. When she woke, she saw a tuff of silver peeking out from on top of the couch. There was an oversized jonin shirt on her person, and it certainly wasn't hers. And her panties were gone. Where the hell was she? She took a sweep of the bachelor pad. It wasn't really much. Just the bare necessities. You probably couldn't tell anyone lived there. There was only a hint of personal touch and that was the two pictures set on the nightstand. Then she recognized this as Kakashi-sensei's flat. Meaning the jonin shirt he was wearing was…his. She blushed.
"You up, sleepy head?" She whipped her head around to see the source of the voice. She was met with his patented eye crinkling. She then remembered her resolve and got out of his bed.
"Sponsor me for Anbu." She walked over to him. He was more than a head taller than her, so the way she looked up at him made her seem as though she was a snotty rich civilian with her chin stuck too far up in the air.
"…"
"Did you hear me? I said I—" He had to hear her. He chose not to respond.
"I heard you fine, Sakura. I just didn't understand what you meant by it." He went over and took a seat on his couch. He ran a tired hand through his silver locks. Though the day just started he looked as if he were exhausted.
"I…need to be able to provide for myself. I don't want to be weak. I need to lock away my emotions," she felt hot tears threatening to spill. Suddenly, she couldn't seem to look him in the eye any more. The momentum she once had was gone.
"I need to be more like you, Kaka-sensei."
He supposed that should've been a compliment. But it had stung. Was he really that stoic, aloof? He kept that comment to himself.
"Sakura, are you sure? Anbu isn't a walk in the park. You'll have about half a year of rigorous training. Then they'll have to see if you're mentally up for the job. Even then you're not approved unless the Hokage says you are, so…" He took a risk saying even that. If Sakura suspected he doubted her abilities, there would be hell to pay.
"I'll do whatever it takes."
The determination in her eyes returned as she looked up at him. He didn't want her to go through it. He didn't want her to become emotionally withdrawn, keeping people at arm's length. He didn't want her to become like him.
"Alright," he sighed deeply. "I'll put your file through HQ, and I'll get back to you when I can."
She then surprised Kakashi and herself by hugging him tightly. He felt wetness seep through his sleeveless shirt and realized she was crying. He started to pat her back awkwardly.
"Arigatou sensei." She pulled off him and wiped her eyes hurriedly.
Kakashi gave her what she supposed was a grin behind his mask and an eye crinkle. He then went to his living area and put on another jonin shirt and his vest. He headed to the door to put his sandals on.
"Kakashi?"
"What, no Sensei? When did you drop the honorific?" He said in an attempt to get her not to say what he knew she was.
"You didn't have to bring me in Kakashi. T-thank-you, sensei. Thank-y-you so much. " She's never going to let him live this favor down. You bring a girl into your house on the verge of hypothermia, and she just can't shrug it off.
He figured he shouldn't use that joke seeing that her shoulders were shaking violently and her tears were coming like small rivers. Onto his floor. He inwardly sighed.
"No, Sakura. Don't cry. It was my pleasure. Really." He said while rubbing her shoulders up and down. Her puffy eyes looked into his mismatched ones. He felt that the regularly friendly comforting gesture was getting too intimate. He slowed to a stop. Then he awkwardly scratched that familiar spot in the back of his head where the knot of his hitai-ate should be. "Uh, listen Sakura. You can stay here for as long as you like. There's a key under Mr. Ukki, so if you need to leave, just lock the door behind you. He left her with that and paused in the doorway as she started to speak.
"Kakashi?" She shuffled towards him.
"Hm?" He said with a raise of his eyebrows.
"Where are my panties?" The question was innocent enough, but there was an edge added to the last word telling him that she recovered from her last bout of tears pretty fast. Mood swings. Some things just don't change about Sakura.
"In my dresser." He stares as realization hits and her eyes starts to widen. He needs to get the hell out of there before fists fly.
"Pervert!" She didn't know if that was a wink, or if he just blinked before he left in a puff of smoke. You can never tell, seeing that his other eye is covered along with the rest of his face. But why would he choose that exit, if he was in the doorway? Baka. She then went to close and lock the door.
He was really cutting it close there letting her sleep in his apartment…on his bed. Like she said, he didn't really have to take her into his place, let alone let her sleep on his bed. He couldn't leave her out there or just walk the other way. She's his ex-student. Though Team Kakashi has long since been disbanded, he still cares for his comrades. He's also going to use that excuse to say it was okay to change her out of her ripped clothing and into his fresh, clean ones. It wasn't like she was still 16. She was 22, an adult, and able to take care of herself. If she really had a problem with him changing her, she would've done something about it.
But he couldn't ignore the way she cried. Something happened that made her basically demolish training ground three. She didn't cry as though someone kicked her puppy, she cried as though someone ran over it. But those words would only ring true if she was five and she had a puppy that didn't have previous ninken training. It wasn't his business to go stalk the person who made her cry like that, but in any case he already had a damn good guess as to who it could be.
She had his place to herself and didn't know what to do with it. She supposed she shouldn't stick around, that would be overusing her stay. Kakashi may be categorized as her friend, but she wasn't as close to him as she was with Ino or Naruto where she could crash on the couch all day and neither would care. But this was Kakashi, and though it was a polite gesture, she had to go. Besides, the only type of entertainment he had in the house was his filthy porn with their own shelf, and a dusty looking shogi board peeking out from behind the closet door. She had to get out. She supposed training would do good to let out some steam.
But what would she wear? Her clothes were ripped, and so were her bindings. Her underwear was most likely wet, in both senses of the word, and unless he had a washer machine lying around somewhere, she would have to do without. Her cheeks started to burn. Kakashi has a very heightened sense of smell. So if he can smell blood, he can smell her fluids on her underwear. And he had to touch it. She wouldn't be surprised if he put it in a trash bag and stuffed it to the deepest depths of his dresser drawer.
She walked towards what she assumed to be where he kept his clothes until she was face to face with it. She opened about three drawers before she found her red lace underwear in a clear baggie with a sticky note taped to the outside. All subtleties are lost on this man.
She could barely read his illegible handwriting.
'I know what you did last night…'
"Oh Kami. Kill me now." She felt as if she should go under a rock and die from embarrassment...who knew what else he's seen of hers?
She took a quick tour of his flat and there was no washer machine in sight. She sighed deeply. She would just have to do without. But she couldn't go without bindings! Just imagine if she somehow, by her streak of unluckiness, Naruto comes bounding down the street intent on crushing her in one of his bear hugs. That would be usual for Naruto, but her refusing wouldn't. And she knew that if he pulled one of his pouts, she would eventually hug him. Then Naruto would understand why Kunoichi wore bindings. This time she groaned.
She went searching through Kakashi's medicine cabinet. By the way the man avoids hospitals like the plague you would think he had a few bandages lying around. Gauze!
"That should do!" She said to no one in particular. She took Kakashi's jonin shirt off and stared at herself in the mirror. She smacked her hands to her face and groaned. Kakashi must've had an abundance of women in his bed; she sees the way he acts at the pub. He'd probably laugh out loud at the size of her breasts. Hell, any man would. At times like these, she wished she had Ino's chest.
She started to roll the gauze around her bust. All it served to do was make them look lopsided. She got the gauze around her chest twice before it ran out.
"Great. Would it kill him to go shopping once in a while?" She threw the empty roll of gauze to the floor. Any sudden movement and they would pop right out of the gauze. She couldn't go training. There's nothing else for her to do but…
"I need my clothes." Her heart clenched at the thought of going back, but she knew he would just throw them out if she didn't retrieve them. She went to Kakashi's closet and threw on his standard Shinobi pants. He must've known she had no other clothes with her, but maybe he thought she had a place to go back to. She'll just wash them and give them back later. Although they smell awfully like him.
She took the key from under Mr. Ukki and smiled. The thing was half dead, yet he never replaced him. So sentimental.
She'll be sure to use that to get back at him for the underwear.
She looked like the Daimyo's wife taking those tiny, demure steps. Every other person who walked past her bumped her and she shrieked. Luckily, nothing popped…yet. Further down the street she sees Naruto and Kiba coming her way. She quickly turns around and takes little hops the other way.
"Hey, Sakura-chan!" Damn him and his dormant sage mode.
She turned to face him and put on the brightest smile she could. "Hey Naruto," She managed through gritted teeth.
He closes the few steps between them and Kiba gives a wave to Naruto telling him they'll meet each other later. "How've you been Sakura-chan?" He eyes the strange way she has her arms wrapped around her chest and her eyes downcast. He bends to her level (which is a pretty far way to go,) and tries to make her eyes follow his. "Sakura-chan is something wrong?"
"Oh! N-n-no Naruto, everything is perfectly f—" At that moment, someone chooses to walk past and bumps her in the process. She put her hands across her chest as nonchalantly as she could and patted everything. She made a mental note then to kill that bastard. She looked at their retreating back with menacing eyes and hoped to Kami they were civilians. That would make it easier to—
"Sakura-chan?" Her thoughts of murder stopped as her attention shot back to Naruto…who was now blushing madly. To think as he grew older he would have more self-control. Blushing at a slight jiggle of the breasts? She sighed. Some things never change. But then she noticed that his jonin shirt was now tied around his waist. That didn't stop her from seeing something peeking out beneath it. Her head shot up and her cheeks started to burn.
"Y-yes, Naruto?" Something else must've happened to make him react like this. As far as she knew Naruto wasn't that horny.
"Did you drop a henge or something?" What? Why would she have a henge in her own village? Well, other than the reasons that Tsunade-shishou does it…
"…No."
"Then when did your chest get so big?" Then he started to nod and smile as if it was a joke.
"Agghhh!" Her cheeks seemed as if they were on fire now. If Naruto saw, everyone saw. And if they started to talk, well, she would be known as the Kunoichi who doesn't wear bindings. Or to civilians, the hooker that doesn't wear a bra.
She quickly pulled Naruto towards her and hugged him tightly. It was supposed to look like a normal friendly gesture. But with the way Naruto's face looked very conflicted, she was going to take a lucky guess and say this is going to be all over Konoha by 1:00.
"Quick, Naruto I need your vest,"
"No…?" She didn't have time for his games. She pulled the vest off of him, which was really hard because his body was flush against hers, and she was trying not to react to the hard-on poking her legs. She zipped it up.
"Okay…" He awkwardly released from her grasp. Naruto was currently sporting his mesh lining shirt, his jonin shirt knotted at his waist and his standard Shinobi pants.
"I thought your Shinobi clothes were customized, Sakura. When did you get your own? And why are they so big?" He looked perfectly normal now despite the previous incident. She beckoned for him to walk with her.
"Oh, no. These are Kakashi's." That was a completely innocent remark. If her and Kakashi were lovers.
His eyes widened for a second then he smiled. "Are you sleeping with sensei? I mean that's totally fine and all Sakura, seeing he's not really our sensei anymore—"
She grabbed his shirt. "I'm not having sex with Kakashi!" She froze. Maybe she could've said that a little lower. Now people were staring. She started to smooth out Naruto's shirt. She sighed.
"My clothes were ripped, Naruto. And he let me, erm, 'borrow' his." He didn't actually let her borrow his pants. But Naruto doesn't know that.
"Where are we going?" His sudden change of topic was welcome, but it was the topic that they changed to that made her insides clench.
"I need to go to Sasuke's. Oh and, can I stay with you for a bit? Just a day or two?" He saw sincerity in her eyes and figured this is a topic that he can wait to discuss. It looked as though she didn't want to talk about it. And if he pushed her, well, he would have a black eye.
"Oh okay. But are you guys gonna start kissing in front of me again? Because I have to say, I don't like being a third wheel. That was just disgusting."
She started to tune out what he was saying. She lowered her head as tears threatened to spill. She knew she couldn't let them fall, because if Naruto saw her crying, he would go on a rampage. I guess he still thought they were together. She walked alongside him in silence and felt another little piece of her heart break each time he mentioned something about her and Sasuke.
"Remember that time you beat Sasuke when we were sparring and you guys didn't talk to each other for days? That was horrible. At least we can look back and laugh at it like I said!" He started to chuckle to himself.
She smacked her hand to her forehead and groaned. She made such a big deal out of nothing. Their relationship couldn't be over. Not with such a small stepping stone they had to get over. They've fought before. That brought a smile to her face and she started to walk with a spring in her step. She seemed more determined to get to Sasuke's house more than ever now. Then she stopped. What about Anbu? Kakashi was supposed to be putting her papers in today. That thought flitted through her conscious for a split second before she resigned it to the back of her mind. That can wait. She has a not-so-broken relationship she has to fix.
She pulled out her key from under the pot by the door and started to jiggle it through the too familiar doorknob.
"Teme, we're coming in!" Naruto shouted. At least he had sense enough for that. She was just going to bust in there.
She decided she was going to bust in there and kiss him senseless. She couldn't survive without him. She wouldn't.
"Sasuke!" She saw his familiar locks of blue-black hair peeking out from the kitchen. She told Naruto to stay at the door and took a short jog towards him. She saw that all he had on was a pair of Shinobi pants.
"Sasuke." He looked almost surprised to see her. Well, as surprised as an Uchiha can get. But not for long. She got up on her tippy toes and kissed him. Then he closed his eyes and deepened the kiss as she pulled him towards her.
"Aw, guys. Not again! I'll be in the living room." She smiled against his mouth at the familiar antics of Naruto. Then she broke the kiss and laid her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry, Sasuke." She knew now, everything was going to be alright. He then pulled her chin up to face his eyes.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry." First of all, when did Sasuke ever apologize? Second of all, what was that in his eyes? Pain? Regret? Whatever it was it could wait. She got off her tippy toes and went to the bedroom to find her clothes. If she told Naruto that she didn't have to stay with him anymore, then he would assume the reason why she wanted to stay with him in the first place was because she had a fight with Sasuke. Then he would want to know what happened. And even though they're through it, she really didn't want to talk about it yet.
"No, Sakura—" He said as he tried to follow her to the bedroom.
Then, she froze. The sight she saw before her made her insides clench so painfully that she had to grip the wall to stay upright. And grip the wall she did. The place where her hand was started to crack and fall before her feet. What she saw before her, was a very naked, very sexed, TenTen.
She tried to take deep breaths but it wouldn't work. She started to shake. The air wouldn't come in no matter what she did. Then, she fell to the floor and passed out.
"What the hell were you thinking in the first place you bastard?" She didn't need to open her eyes to figure out whose voice was now booming across the silent house. She didn't need to open her eyes to figure out whose sandals were loudly pacing back and forth. She knew it was Naruto.
She didn't need to open her eyes to hear a very shaky breath taken. She didn't need to open her eyes to feel the heat coming from something about to touch her face. She knew it was Sasuke's hand. She felt it. So the first thing Sakura did before opening her eyes was take that hand and burn it with her chakra. Burn it like he did her skin two days ago without a second thought. She heard a hiss. Then, she finally opened her eyes.
When she saw his face, she couldn't hold it in anymore. She stood up and saw Naruto's eyes follow her all the way. He didn't care. He was indifferent. Something in her heart told her to wipe that look off his face. So she smacked him. When she heard the pop and saw his face turn back towards her, she slapped him again. When she moved in for the third slap, Naruto was there at her waist and Sasuke had her hands. She quickly snatched them away from him. Then, she was defeated. No more anger, no more momentum, only sadness. She slumped but Naruto caught her and turned her around.
"Sasuke, please," She said as she lowered her head. Naruto's hands still rested at her waist. She turned to face him.
He turned back towards her.
"Please, Sasuke. Answer me this one question." She wrapped her hands around herself and started to shake.
He looked up at her as she stared into his eyes.
"Uchiha Sasuke, do you love me?" When she saw his head lower, that's when she started to cry.
"Sakura?" Naruto said as he tried to turn her around.
But she didn't answer. By that time, all he had left in his hands were cherry blossoms.
"Damn it, Sakura!" He turned over Sasuke's couch in anger.
"Sasuke, what the hell were you thinking?"
For all the heartache that she experienced through the past few days, she decided to come back here. To the edge of Konoha, where there was a single cherry blossom tree that they planted. It was their favorite place. She twiddled between her thumbs a fallen cherry blossom.
"It would be perfect if it started to rain…" She whispered to herself.
It would be fitting for it to start to rain, especially since she wanted the world to cry with her. It was cold. Freezing, especially since Konoha was on the brink of winter. Winter was Sasuke's favorite season.
She didn't understand why he did it. She really did believe he loved her. He even used to hold her hand. He didn't like public displays of affection. But he kissed her once. She first turned 20, and they were both sober. And he kissed her in front of everyone. She truly felt loved. But his answer proved her wrong.
To have TenTen is his bed was the biggest slap to the face. She and TenTen were comrades, but definitely not friends. It wasn't even Sakura's decision. She was forced into this mutual dislike. She doesn't know what happened, but she knew it happened the day after the Rookie 9 met up at the pub. She stayed a bit too late. She got drunk, and Genma and Raido walked her home. Innocent enough. She did admit, she gave Genma a peck on the cheek. But TenTen, TenTen told everyone that she Genma and Raido had a threesome. It was worse because she went on a mission with them for the next month. It took her two weeks when she got back to figure out why she was put on leave at the hospital with an 'until further notice' sign on her office door. She never had anything against TenTen, and she never knew why she did it. When it became too unbearable, she sought out Sasuke for comfort. And it was Sasuke who stopped the rumors. All of them. Dead in their tracks. That's why she hurt the most.
"Well, it's t-time to get b-back at Kakashi f-for the underwear I-incident," She said through chattering teeth. And just before passing out, she transported herself to Kakashi's apartment.
For all the trouble he had to go through today, she should really thank him. First, he had to go all the way to Jonin HQ to turn in his mission report. A new record actually. 17 days without turning in his mission report and without being forced by Tsunade-sama. But then he had to go all the way to Anbu HQ to turn in Sakura's file. Then they insisted he be there for them to check it over. That took about an hour. They had to have done that on purpose. Especially from all the times he kept his subordinates waiting. Damn him and his superiority complex. When he did get home, he saw his first aid kit tampered with and decided it was time to update his supplies. That took another 30 minutes. When he returned, he tried to sleep, but his sheets smelled too much like cherry blossoms and floral green. It was too intoxicating. He moved to the couch. He suffered from a stiff neck. So where did that leave him now? With his head tilted to the right at a 57 degree angle, waiting for the stiffness to wear off while he read an old edition of Icha Icha.
Then it happened.
First he heard the 'pop', and then he saw a figure slump to his floor. He quickly grabbed a kunai from its spot in his weapons pouch, but quickly returned it when he saw that the figure had bright pink hair. He sighed. Fate has just been unkind to him today.
"Sakura." He tried to shake her awake, but it produced no results.
"Sakura?" A little more forcefully this time. Again, nothing.
"Damn it." He took her bridal style and dropped her on his bed. He checked her pulse and let out a sigh of relief that she was still alive.
This was the second time she was freezing in his house. What are the Gods trying to tell him? He can't just simply lock her inside…He shook his head as he pondered the thought. Even if he did disable her, she was smart enough to find a way to get out.
He took off his shirt and vest and started working at her sandals. After, he removed her pants. Then he moved to her jonin vest and his shirt and peeled those off too. He took a sharp intake of breath when he found that she had nothing on underneath that shirt. No bindings, no bra, just gauze sticking to the underside of her breasts. He sighed.
He knew he was going to regret this later.
He peeled of the gauze and threw it. Then he pressed her body tightly against his. To get comfortable, he wrapped one leg between hers. Then he wrapped her arms around him and put her head in the crook of her neck. He put his arms around her waist. This position is highly suggestive. But that wasn't his main concern. She started to shiver violently and he pushed her closer to his body.
He had many questions. Why were her eyes puffy…again? Where the hell did she come from? That was top priority. When she turned up here she was passed out. Warmth, he thought, was his main concern.
"This is going to be a really long night."
She awoke to warm body beside her. When she shivered, she was pulled closer. She was about to give a piece of her mind to whoever decided to take advantage of her when she felt the familiar chakra signature. She blushed when she saw they were both shirtless.
"Kakashi," She whispered it, but he stirred. She disentangled herself from his limbs but he still didn't awake. She grabbed the shirt off the night stand and had one foot off the bed before she had a sharp pain in her head and fell off the bed.
Kakashi sprung upright with a kunai in his hand. Then he saw that Sakura was no longer there. He located when he heard groaning.
"Sakura?" She was on her knees. He heard her sobs turn to screams and try to calm her down. He bent down to pick her up. When she was in his arms she kicked him in the jaw and ran. He was disabled for a few minutes. But by the time that the pain became bearable, she was gone. No sandals, no pants. Just…gone.
She knew she had to get out. She had so much to cry and scream about, that when she did it, it didn't seem fake. Not to Kakashi at least. She would apologize later, but if he knew she was going to kick him, it would never work. When she stepped on the ground she figured out she had no pants on. No sandals. Just a jonin shirt and, thanks goodness, boy shorts. People were staring, and she knew it would be the gossip of the day, but none of that matters until she got what she wanted.
She ran to the one place she figured he would be. She ran to the more modern apartments in Konoha. When she found the house she was looking for, she ran up the wall to the top floor and broke the window with her hand. She saw him turn for a kunai but she was faster. She grabbed his shirt and spun him around. Too bad he was another person who was taller than her. Now her glare barely had any effect. He still looked…indifferent. Then, she cried tears. This time, unlike the so many others she's cried in the past few days, she cried angry tears. She needed to. Somewhere inside of her, it was real. But everywhere else, she needed to make him believe she was angry at the moment. Which she was. But she had to make it look more dramatic then it actually was to get what she wanted.
"What the hell did you think you were doing Sasuke? We haven't even officially broken up yet and you had another woman in your bed. Are you kidding me? Can you not keep it in your pants? For just a second Sasuke! A second!" She used her anger as a diversion. She started tossing things around his house. Looking for her, she must be there. After she checked the kitchen, she turned around to find him, to question him. But he was right there. She bumped into his chest but quickly pushed him off her. This time, he was faster. He grabbed one hand and kissed her.
"How dare you?" She slapped him. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly towards him. Did he think his displays of affection were going to get him somewhere?
When it didn't seem like he was going to budge, she used her free hand and pressed his pressure point on the underside of his knee. He would only be disabled for 10 seconds tops, when she figured his weight into the equation. So she used that time to run.
She jumped out the window, but she felt him following her. But it was too late. He couldn't stop her.
She was going to find TenTen, and she'd be damned if he tried.
Sorry the update took so long! I wanted to make it nice and long as an apology for being so late! Please review!
-Keoo19