Disclaimer: This is a mixture of Naruto and Cyberpunk Red. I do not own the characters but borrow them for my plot.
AN: I sincerely apologize for the long wait. I've been dealing with two unexpected deaths in the family, as well as preparing for a move, which has been quite overwhelming. However, I'm now settled into my new home and feeling much better.
Warnings: This chapter contains graphic sex.
Since the news scandal erupted, Konoha City was buzzing with tension.. Konoha PD had stepped up their patrols, their officers scanning every corner for the man draped in black. The raven's image was splashed across every screen and billboard, painted as a menacing force dangerous, and unstable. Yet, in the poorer neighborhoods, whispers of a different narrative were emerging. There, he was seen as a prophet, a symbol of rebellion poised to instill fear in the elite and dismantle their sprawling empire. Caught in the crossfire, he found himself straddling two worlds, fully immersed yet belonging to neither.
The consequence of all this attention was starting to press down on him, making it nearly impossible to operate as he intended, and at this point, they were just waiting for him to make a mistake...
He had driven the van to a secluded parking lot nestled beneath a graffiti-clad overpass, a perfect spot but one with a slight risk of getting caught. He hefted both men into the back of the van. Within a matter of seconds, Sasuke had removed one of the men's shirts as he exited the van's rear, slamming the doors shut. Quickly, he crumpled the shirt up and shoved it in the opening where the gas tank was. He paused for just a second, these two were not part of his plan. They were just doing their job and it got them killed.
Did those two have families waiting for them at home? He contemplated the fact that their loved ones might never find closure, forever haunted by unanswered questions. Where were the moral lines drawn in this topsy-turvy world that he had been unleashed upon? He felt his decisions reflecting heavily on his conscience, forcing him to question how many innocent lives he would have to take in pursuit of his desires. Abruptly Sasuke shook those thoughts from his head, it was already too late to have reservations now, so with a flick of a match, flames leaped to life, it took a second for the flames to engulf the fabric and ignite a fierce blaze that crackled and popped, signaling the culmination of his agenda.
As he stepped back to admire his handiwork, the echo of distant gunshots pierced the air, a stark reminder of the mess surrounding him. He watched intently as an explosion engulfed the car in a fiery blaze, sending shards of glass from its shattered windows cascading like rain. Just then, from seemingly nowhere, a ragtag group of scruffy teenagers emerged from the shadows of the vacant lot. They swaggered forward, cans of beer clutched in their hands, laughter spilling from their lips as they approached the blazing van, captivated by the spectacle before them.
They began to dance around the flames tossing their empty cans at the fire and shattering beer causing the flames to roar and making them cheer. Some of them had sat to watch the burning van unaware or aware and did not care, about the two bodies burning in the back of the van.
All qualms from earlier were gone and he found himself reveling in the thrill of inflicting chaos. Standing amid the crackling flames, his gaze fixated on the flickering fire, he felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. The night echoed with the chaotic symphony of distant screams and the blaring of car horns, creating a haunting backdrop to the tumult around him. As the flames began to dwindle, thick tendrils of black smoke twisted lazily upward, curling into the vast expanse of the night sky.
The teens surrounding him, invigorated by the circus, tossed sticks and debris into the fire, desperate to keep its embers alive. Time slipped away as he remained there with his companions, lost in the moment until the first light of dawn crept cautiously over the horizon. It was then he noticed the wailing of sirens growing closer, their urgent cry slicing through the air and jolting him from his reverie. Instinctively, the group decided it was time to abandon the fire pit, and he made the conscious choice to return to Naruko's. After what felt like an eternity, he found himself uplifted, genuinely basking in the rare elation of the moment.
Naruko couldn't quite articulate the sensation that enveloped her, but it was as though something menacing loomed nearby, watching her. The eerie feeling jolted her upright on the mattress, an impulse she instantly regretted as a wave of dizziness washed over her. All the alcohol she had consumed the previous night surged to her head, leaving her disoriented. She winced and her brows knitted together as she muttered a string of curse words under her breath, desperate for the throbbing in her temples to settle into something more manageable.
Taking a moment to let her vision clear, she blinked against the bright morning light that filtered through the gaps in her blinds. As she adjusted her eyes, she noticed him standing by the window, Sasuke. Arms crossed and lost in contemplation, he seemed oblivious to the world around him, staring blankly outside. The sight of him brought a rush of memories flooding back; glimpses of the previous night danced at the edges of her consciousness shameless flirting, laughter, and then, the kiss she had impulsively shared with him. But the details were murky, shrouded by the haze of alcohol.
She glanced around the room and spotted her friend Hinata sprawled out on the sofa, her back turned to them, still lost in deep slumber. The serene stillness of the setting contrasted sharply with Naruko's racing thoughts. As she attempted to get up, she was halted by an unexpected restraint, a delicate arm draped across her waist. It belonged to Sakura, who had entangled herself in a mess of blankets. Memories rushed back of the two of them drinking together, laughing, and losing track of the night.
With a slight struggle, she gently lifted Sakura's arm and moved forward, the creaking of the mattress betraying her actions. At the sound, Sasuke turned his head slightly, his dark gaze shifting toward her, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he noted her movement. She felt a mix of embarrassment and intrigue flood her system, the remnants of the previous night swirling in her mind. How much had happened between them?
"Were you here all night?" She managed to say while crawling off her bed. Her face heated up as she could only guess in her drunken state.
He shrugged casually, a hint of nonchalance in his voice as he replied, "Give or take." The air in her small living room felt charged with unspoken tension as he moved with purpose, and she couldn't help but feel irritated by his vague response. Her thoughts scattered when Sasuke suddenly gripped her right wrist with a surprising roughness. "Where are we going?" she laughed, trying to mask her confusion, but he silenced her with a lingering look as he pulled her toward the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind them.
"Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but his finger pressed gently against his lips, urging her to keep quiet. In a swift, fluid motion, he turned her to face the mirror. She caught a glimpse of their reflections, her bright eyes were wide with curiosity and his dark, intense gaze focused on her. A rush of uncertainty coursed through her as she felt his hand press firmly between her shoulder blades, guiding her to lean forward. The cool porcelain of the bathroom sink contrasted with the heat of his presence, and she found herself completely enveloped in the moment, draped over the sink with her heart racing… Naruko could feel his hands hiking her skirt up before those same nimble fingers began to force her panties down, sliding them passed her thighs before letting them drop to her ankles. She could hear the rustling of his belt and the distinct zip and drop of his pants.
He made her spread her legs apart, having her tilt her hips until she was standing on her tiptoes while it felt like they were worlds apart. She got a glimpse of him through the bathroom mirror. His hair was shrouding half his face making him feel more like a stranger than a potential lover. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her but this felt cold and distant.
There was no time for Naruko to process what happened next as the raven forced his upright appendage inside of her, causing a sharp cry to escape her lips. There was no doubt that it hurt, and he was by no means small down there. It wasn't long before her ears picked up the sound of labored breaths behind her as they stood there for a few seconds. It was not long before he started moving, giving her no time to get used to his size as he swiftly propelled himself in and out. During the process of thrusting inside of her, his actions were of a callous and frigid nature. There was a mixture of pain and pleasure swirling together in her stomach until she couldn't distinguish between the two at all. In addition to not touching her, there was no prior foreplay that led up to this. Her body was caught completely off guard.
As she captured a glimpse of herself in the mirror this time, she couldn't help but cringe at the sight reflecting back. Her mascara had streaked down her cheeks, leaving behind dark, uneven trails that only emphasized her frustration. The lipstick she had carefully applied that night was smudged, creating a chaotic blur of color on her lips. Her hair, once neatly styled, now resembled a tangled mess, with strands sticking out in every direction as if they had minds of their own.
She longed for him to meet her gaze and offer some reassurance or acknowledgment, but he was still focused intently downward. His brow was furrowed, and a faint tension pulled at the corners of his mouth as if he were grappling with a complex puzzle in his mind instead of the art of lovemaking. His expression grew dark and brooding as he thrust harder into her causing her to let out a loud, "Ah".
That is when she felt him wrap her hair in his hand giving it a harsh tug, and causing her head to snap back as his speed increased. In that instant, a wave of realization washed over her, making her feel as though she had been reduced to nothing more than a mere object in his eyes. With a surge of resolution, she propelled herself away from the cold metal faucet, forcefully shoving him aside, desperate to reclaim her autonomy and sense of self.
He looked agitated by her actions, but as she spoke his expression became unreadable. "No, not like this," she said with flushed cheeks before gently placing a hand on his right bicep and casually sliding her hand downward in a suggestive way, until the pads of her fingers, met the hem of his shirt. They lingered there almost challenging him to commit.
"Like this," she whispered, her breath warm against his skin, as she pressed herself against his erection until it was cocooned between them. Naruko yearned for intimacy and the energetic bond that now connected them. She drew him closer, their lips meeting in a kiss that felt both intense and intoxicating. It began softly, a gentle exploration, but soon he took the lead, deepening the kiss with a fervor that surprised them both. His hands found their way to her waist, pulling her nearer, and the warmth of his touch ignited a fire within her, spreading heat throughout her entire body. Waves of delight surged through her, sending shivers racing down her spine as they sank deeper into the moment, completely absorbed in each other. She smiled into the kiss, feeling a rush of ecstasy as he effortlessly lifted her onto the cool surface of the bathroom sink, the sudden height adding an unexpected thrill. This is all she craved, to be seen and to be wanted.
Their lips parted severing a small string of saliva that had connected them, as he eagerly removed his shirt, causing her to laugh. Underneath he revealed a torso sculpted to perfection. Her hands instinctively cupped his face, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her palms as his intensely piercing gaze held hers captive. She noticed how the tension that usually masked his demeanor had eased; he was more present, more vulnerable in this moment.
Truly, he was a sight to behold. A masterpiece of muscular definition, from the strong lines of his shoulders to the deep contours of his abdomen, all the way down to his finely shaped toes that grounded him in this intimate reality. He leaned in kissing and sucking on her exposed neck leaving a mark in his wake, steadily and almost methodically his lips descended to her collarbone. She felt his head tilt downward, pausing him in his endeavors as he stared at her strapless top, "do it," she whispered, seeming to snap him from his reverie, and abruptly he yanked her top down, exposing her perky breasts. She could see him momentarily halt, captivated by the beauty of them longer than she had expected.
A warm blush crept across her cheeks, igniting a flutter of excitement within her. Like a moth irresistibly drawn to a flickering flame, his gaze lingered, and an unexplainable pull seemed to guide his lips closer to them, as if they were destined to meet. It was his tongue that had made contact with her right nipple. Slowly, it churned around her rose-colored papilla. As if not satisfied he grasped the same breast latching onto the whole thing and sucking, enticing a moan from her. Instantly, she felt a heat making its way down as her pulse increased between her legs. His mouth began to kiss its way to her left nipple, giving it the same attention as if it were a piece of candy but this time he gently bit down, causing her to grasp onto his thick ebony locks, which felt soft between her fingertips. He pulled away as if assessing her reaction.
In her mind, she couldn't help but think of Sasuke compared to Neji, it was like contrasting the serene glow of dawn with the dark intensity of midnight. Neji had always approached her with an almost soothing softness, his movements deliberate and unhurried, allowing her the time she needed to acclimate to his presence. In stark contrast, Sasuke's demeanor was fierce and untamed, radiating a raw, primal energy that set her heart racing. He seemed to crave her in a way that felt voracious, as if he wanted to consume every part of her being, leaving no trace of her former self untouched.
Even with her hair thrown into chaotic disarray, wisps of golden strands escaping and framing her face, the intensity in his gaze made her feel utterly desirable. He looked at her as if she were a lavish feast, every glance a tantalizing promise. As he gently tangled his fingers in her tousled blonde locks, it was as if he were savoring not just the softness of her hair, but the very essence of her presence.
Each stroke was deliberate, drawing out a mixture of admiration and desire, making her heart race with every blissful touch. He lowered that chiseled frame on top of her, squeezing between her legs. By now the lower half of her body was slightly hanging off the sink, creating an easy access point for him. Her eyes closed as she felt the tip push through her throbbing vulva until he was completely inside of her. Now that she was ready there was no sign of pain.
She could hear his strained breaths, as raven locks spilled in front of his face while his dark gaze was now transfixed at their merged anatomy like he was bewitched by the contact. He sucked in a breath as his body moved in at an angle that hit her G-spot. Their grinding had given birth to beads of sweat which gradually traveled down both of their diaphragms, as the pair continued to ground their hips together in an eager dance. Naruko was at the pinnacle of her climax but she wanted to hold out for Sasuke.
She found her body arching into him, causing him to go in deeper, by now the back of her head was pressed firmly against the glass of her mirror. Since they began, this was her first time hearing him make a sound, which was similar to a choked gasp.
As if craving heat from her, he slanted towards her getting close enough for Naruko to raise her right leg and drape it over his shoulder, reaching more of the warmth within her. In just a few moments, a gush of air surged over the delicate flesh of Naruko's inner thigh which was now pressed against the side of his face, where her raven-haired lover gently grazed it with his teeth while gripping the outer part with his hand.
Her body began to bounce with the rhythm of his hips, creating an addictive sensation from all the grinding and friction. While he remained focused on that sensitive spot. She cried out into the air not knowing how long she could take it.
At that point, he captured her mouth drinking in her moans. His tongue jetted through the gap as he explored that wet cavern. She responded by sucking on his tongue, while her hands grasped his tone buttocks, urging him to go harder as a rush of euphoria spread like wildfire fluttering from her chest to her lower legs. She released his tongue throwing her head back crying his name, "Ah Sasuke."
All actions seemed to cease as he peered at her, she returned his gaze. "What," she said through deep breaths.
"Say my name like that again," he said, his voice low and intense. His piercing gaze locked onto hers as if trying to read her thoughts. The mere utterance of his name in the throws of ecstasy seemed to hang in the air, charged with an energy that made her pulse race. She nodded and as she rode that wave, he moved with her causing a second rush. She lamented his name over and over again each time her voice was louder and more wanting. It was too late to be quiet. It felt so good.
She felt a throbbing inside her that was coming from him as he tried to pull out, but she had an iron grip on him. He couldn't fight her. His hands had taken hold of the edges of the sink. The veins in his arms bulged, as he reached his climax. His knees almost gave way but he used the sink to help brace himself. He was breathing heavily as if he just finished a marathon.
Carefully and slowly the raven had helped lower Naruko's leg back to the surface, ensuring she felt comfortable. The warmth of his heavy breaths brushed softly against her face, creating an intimate bubble around them. A silent understanding passed between them, deepening the moment. Both of them were slick with sweat, a testament to what they both shared in the physical world, even his tousled locks clung to his forehead, damp with the exertion.
They were slowly coming down from the high of their experience, the world around them fading into the background. He let out a breathy chuckle, the sound filled with both relief and bashfulness, as he ran a hand through his hair, his cheeks slightly flushed. There was a sweet vulnerability in his expression that made her heart race all over again.
Naruko could only hope she did not traumatize her friends too much. Hurriedly the pair began to dress. Sasuke slipped into his clothes, pulling up his pants and adjusting his shirt, while Naruko shyly pulled her top up and tugged her skirt down, she slipped her panties back into place, feeling a mix of embarrassment and adrenaline. The bathroom felt small and cramped, filled with the remnants of their earlier intimacy.
As they finally stepped out into the dimly lit open hallway, their eyes were met with a different reality. Sakura and Hinata were awake, but rather than acknowledging the couple's entrance, their attention was fixated on the window. Naruko's heart raced as she caught snippets of their hushed conversation, a mix of concern and curiosity.
Clearing her throat, Naruko attempted to regain some composure, her cheeks burning a bright shade of red. However, Sakura and Hinata seemed oblivious to her flustered state, their eyes wide with trepidation. They gestured urgently for her and Sasuke to join them at the window, where they stood in tense silence, peering through the glass.
Curiosity piqued, Naruko moved closer and gasped as she took in the scene unfolding outside. Konoha SWAT teams were assembling outside her apartment complex, armored trucks lined up in a menacing array, the officers inside bristling with weapons and heavy gear. The gravity of the situation began to sink in, and Naruko felt her pulse quicken as dread washed over her.
Naruko felt her blood run cold as she turned to look at Sasuke that's when her apartment was bathed in a red light, as the building with into lockdown. And they heard over the loudspeaker.
Konoha SWAT has located the cyber psycho at this specific location. Residents, please do not fear; remain indoors. This is not a drill. I repeat, remain indoors. Anyone attempting to leave will be shot.
As the tense atmosphere thickened, Sakura leaned closer, her voice barely above a whisper, "That cyber psycho is here in this complex! We need to ensure every door is locked tight so he can't get in." The urgency in her tone snapped their attention away from the darkening window, where shadows danced ominously.
Sasuke scoffed, a hint of irritation lacing his words. "You think that flimsy door is going to stop him? If he wanted to flatline us, no barricade would hold him back." His eyes narrowed, a cyclone brewing behind his calm facade.
"Just because you think you know everything doesn't make you an expert! They told us to lock our doors and stay inside for a reason. I trust Konoha SWAT knows what they're talking about, asshole," Sakura shot back, her voice tinged with fierce screech.
Sasuke rolled his eyes, dismissing her concerns, though Naruko could see the tension coiling in his shoulders. She knew he had likely tuned out the sound of Sakura's voice, his stubbornness drowning out any sense of hurry. The significance of their situation hung heavily in the air, thickening the silence that surrounded them.
Naruko found a mix of amusement and concern swirling within her as she watched Sasuke prepare to leave. The irony of the situation wouldn't have escaped her if she weren't so worried for his safety.
"Whatever happens, just know I will return," he promised, his voice steady despite the tension in the air. With a gentle yet firm motion, he slid an arm behind her back, pulling her close. Their lips met in a deep, lingering kiss that spoke volumes of affection and unspoken fears.
"Be careful," Naruko urged, her eyes searching his for reassurance as he pulled away.
As he reached for the door, Sakura's voice came out in a frantic whisper, barely audible in the charged atmosphere. "Wait, they said to stay indoors or you'll be shot!" But it was too late, he had already unlocked the door and stepped out into the unknown.
By that time, the three friends had gathered again at the window, their hearts racing as they peered through the slats of the blinds. They were tense and uncertain, bracing themselves for whatever might unfold outside. Suddenly, a wave of shouting erupted from the street, shattering the eerie silence. They caught sight of a team of police officers, clad in intimidating black tactical gear, rifles raised and aimed toward the entrance of the building.
"Let's see your hands!" boomed one of the officers, his voice commanding and authoritative. There was a noticeable urgency in their shouts as they continued to bark orders. "Back up slowly!" The intensity of the situation made it clear that they were handling something serious.
Naruko's heart dropped when she spotted him, Sasuke. He was slowly descending the steps, his back turned to them, hands raised high in a gesture of surrender. "What in the world is he doing?" Sakura exclaimed, disbelief lacing her voice as they all strained to take in the scene.
As the officers advanced on him, they moved with a precision that suggested extensive training, forcing Sasuke to his knees on the cold, unforgiving pavement. The metallic sound of handcuffs snapping shut filled the air, amplifying the gravity of the moment.
"He's the cyber psycho," Hinata spoke softly, her voice trembling. She glanced at Naruko and Sakura, her eyes wide with the realization of what they were witnessing, an event far more complicated than she and Sakura ever anticipated.
The weight of the situation settled heavily upon them as Hinata and Sakura stared blankly in Naruko's direction, what had she gotten herself into? They grappled with the unfolding drama before them.