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Can our inner demons love
Chapter Twenty Six
Sakura and Sasuke have a Talk
Five hundred and seventy-two, that is how many tiles are in the ceiling, he knows that having counted them a hundred times. Itachi having left him two nights ago, drained and stupefied. The Anbu guards call in the Hokage on finding him sitting up with the residue of the curse mark removed and only a sheet to cover him.
The curse seal's chakra had been removed but the chakra suppression seals the Hokage has put on him still remained leaving him a glorified civilian. After a lot of questioning, he refused to answer she ordered him moved to a more isolated room with double the Anbu guards. Not that it would matter if Itachi needed to visit him again. He still hated her with a passion that matched his need to possess her. The feel of her in his arms, the smell and taste would not leave him but the unending pain was gone replaced with a different type of need.
Hearing the muffled sounds of an argument outside his door he reclined back into his bed waiting to see what entertainment this would bring. A loud BANG and then quit before his door opens to show an Anbu guard implanted into the wall with another trying to pull him out as Sakura enters the room.
"And Next TIME!" a red-faced Sakura yells, "When I tell you I am the Hokage's apprentice visiting my teammate, GET OUT OF THE WAY!" slamming the door so hard it causes cracks to run up the wall. Turning to face him she smiles and pushes her hair back behind her ear.
"Oh Sasuke-Kun, I missed you so much!" she says running to his bedside and fussing with the sheets. "How are you, are you OK, did they do anything to you?" she peppers him with questions without waiting for a reply.
"I am fine," he says hoping the fan-girl would just leave. He can't stand useless people like her.
She looks him over from head to toe and seeing no bandages or injuries of any kind asks, "So is there anything you need or want to know?" with an innocent smile she bats her emerald eyes at him like a lovesick puppy.
"No," he says not really paying any attention to this pink useless waste of time.
"Oh I thought you might want to know how Naruto is doing?" she says picking up his right hand and rubbing her fingers over the top to his wrest. She sees the small scares human ribs would leave if someone were to punch their way into someone's chest.
"Why would I ask about the DOBE, the loser is the last thing on my mind." he declares, trying to pull his hand free.
The sound reaches his ears before the pain as she breaks one of his fingers and then the next one and next as he feels himself going into shock, the pain pinning him to the bed. Finished with every bone in his hand she moved up his arm breaking each bone in turn.
He stares at her as she slowly pushes his hair out of his sweat-covered face placing it behind his ears, her once emerald eyes now sparkle with dots of red mixing with the green.
"Never, ever touch a teammate again." she says in a low deadly voice, "If you do, WE will END you."
Standing tall, she spins around and swinging her ass from side to side in her new short skirt, she leaves him searching for the call button hoping the nurses he chased away this morning will come to help.
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Gotta love fangirls … Dattebayo