#Also if Sakura does this it should show that he weighs like nothing to her and we see no flustered sasuke showing that she has done this

[sly-merlin]

okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾😎🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members.  though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL 

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again! 

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm. 

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir.  He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos. 

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!" 

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

 From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed  cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it. 

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier. 

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!” 

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!” 

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let��s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?” 

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek. 

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment. 

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.” 

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?” 

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.” 

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok!  Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here! 

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman. 

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler. 

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos. 

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it. 

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy. 

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips. 

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!" 

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

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[spacecadetal]

New Blood (a Kakashi Hatake x OC fic) - Chapter One

Warnings: Use of violence, violence, use of knives, swearing, drinking, death mention, death

Read on AO3 or below the line

As the sun began to rise, Kakashi swung his legs over his bed. Stretching his bare body high in preparation for what the day would bring. Whether that was a mission or battle. Grateful for the previous day of rest, Kakashi couldn’t deny he was beginning to feel the pressures of being shinobi.

Orochimaru had caused devastation around the village. Buildings destroyed, lives taken, and the Third Hokage gone. Because of this, manpower was scarce and in an attempt to assure the village appeared just as strong as before to outside eyes, missions continued to be carried out. Despite shinobi in the village being stretched thinner than rice paper.

To make matters worse, Sasuke Uchiha left the village in pursuit of power and revenge. A squad being sent after him to recover him only ended in disastrous results. The village was lucky not to lose anyone but still two members of the squad were left in critical condition while the rest were in need of proper rest. Unfortunately, this left Kakashi to fill in any gap that was in need of filling.

With a book in hand, Kakashi quickly ate breakfast before he prepared himself for the day. Flak vest on, knives packed, headband fastened around his head, Icha Icha packed in the breast pocket of his vest. Ready for what the day may bring.

“Kakashi, you're needed on an A Grade mission. Intel for a client I’m unable to name at this time. You’ll be leaving tomorrow at dawn” Tsunade had said as soon as he arrived at her office, surrounded by paperwork.

“Who is on this squad?”

“It’s a two person squad. You and Gai”

Ah yes. Another Gai and Kakashi adventure. He had been wondering when he would have another one of those. At least this mission should be amusing with Gai tagging along.

“I see. Is that all?”

“No, actually I’ve been meaning to talk to you. I’ve decided because this village is in need of manpower, we need more genin trained to be prepared for anything Orochimaru or anyone else may throw at us. So I’ve outsourced some chunin from across the country to come to Konoha and help prepare the genin for the chunin examinations. We’ll be holding them earlier than usual”

“So where does this leave me?”

“You’re one of the best we have right now. I need you focused on missions. Because Naruto is under Jiraiya now and Sasuke has gone to Orochimaru, Sakura will be trained by someone else”

“Then who will continue her training?”

“Maia Setsudan,” Tsunade said as she slid the folder over to Kakashi.

Kakashi opened it. A picture of a young woman stared back at him. Long brown hair, dark brown eyes, light skin. A serious look on her face. The record itself was thin. No missions, no history of her training, no rank. Just her basic details and stats.

“I don’t mean to question your judgment but this woman has not been trained in any type of jutsu, by anyone”

Despite all of that, her record appeared clean. Nothing sticking out at him, her stats however pointed to her abilities being of a jonin level and this confuses him greatly.

“Not officially no but I’ve seen her skills and she owes me a favour” Tsunade smiled. “The others are at least chunin, yes they did not continue their training but I’m assured they’ll assist the students in any way they can”

“My decision is final. This is only temporary Kakashi”

Kakashi accepted the decision, walking out of the office. He would never doubt Hokage, never disobey Hokage. They were Hokage for a reason but Tsunade had to have lost her mind.

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In a little clearing, surrounded by trees stood two out of three of Mais Setsudan’s students.

“Hello, I’m glad to meet you both. And I’m sure it will be good to meet Sakura when she gets back. Nevermind that. I’m Maia, just Maia. No need to call me sensei or anything else. I’m just here to help you guys out”

“Now my speciality is knives. Knives are dangerous weapons if you use them right. You can hit your opponents chakra points if you aim them precisely, with agility and speed you can slice your opponent to ribbons.”

“But it would be foolish of me not to have other stances to fall back on. My belief is that ninja should always have a form that acts as both offence and defence”

Kakashi sat hidden in the trees, legs firmly planted on a branch, watching as this woman gave her students a lecture. Stances that enabled both defence and offence of course was a good idea in theory, but realistically sometimes you weren’t able to do so.

“Ma’am-Maia I’m not really skilled in defence” a student, Moto, quietly spoke.

Nodding to himself, Kakashi understood that this wasn’t realistic for every student. Some were just not capable of performing such jutsu, mostly countering this with other stances to make up for it. Knowing your weakness was as important as knowing your strengths. He would give this Maia Setsudan the benefit of the doubt, maybe she would prove to be a capable mentor after all.

“And that’s okay. At your age I was only learning offence but I also learnt how to defend too eventually”

At your age? So she did have training. Nothing formal that Kakashi could see on her record so the question was: who trained her?

Konoha was in a compromising situation as it was these days. Last thing they needed was someone coming into the village and turning out to be a spy for someone that did not have Konoha’s best intentions at heart.

“Look I’ll show you” Maia said, getting herself into stance.

She began running in circles slowly, a wall of wind slowly forming at her feet and growing towards the treetops, forming to incase her in a dome.

“When I say so, throw your kunai at me” Maia ordered.

As she continued to run in circles, increasing her speed, the dome began to form fully. To Kakashi this was a basic wind wall, nothing special or out of the ordinary.

“Now!”

Moto threw his kunai at the dome but on impact the kunai bounced off the dome, flying back towards the student. Kakashi was ready to move and catch it if necessary, getting into position but as he moved to leap, something stopped him. It was Maia leaving her wind dome, running to the kunai and grabbing it before it was inches away from the student’s eye.

“Why didn’t you block or dodge?” she simply asked, no anger in her tone.

“I-I don’t know it’s like my brain froze”

“Well...just don’t do that on the battlefield…”

She was fast, sure but that was dangerously close and maybe Tsunade should be informed that a student almost got seriously injured during the first day of training.

“With the wall, I generate enough speed to defend myself and if my wall is attacked then my wall deflects my opponents attacks back onto them. This includes attacks involving chakra too”

Attacks involving chakra? How could this be? It only stunned Kakashi because it was a basic move weaponised into something more. His suspicions lead him to the conclusion that the dome was infused with low levels of chakra.

“I can also move with my wall meaning my opponents will be knocked over or caught in the wind trap. A basic form can be transformed and with enough training you can use these basic forms as weapons. My wall works for me because of how comfortable I am with speed but we will find where your skills lie and match your forms to that”

Kakashi had watched the rest of the lesson. Waiting for Maia to slip up, give him a reason to run to Tsunade and tell her she’s made a massive mistake but the almost kanui to the eye was the only slip up Maia had made.

She was attentive to the students. Focusing on their strengths and their weaknesses, giving them small adjustments to help chakra flow. It was a very basic lesson but Maia was becoming familiar with the students and this was the best way to do it.

“Next time I want you two to fight each other. Friendly clean match. I just want to see how you do your thing”

That was lesson over, Maia and her students parting ways into the forest and back to the village.

Shadowing her through the forest, Kakashi watched as she walked on her own. For someone so fast she sure enjoyed dawdling along, taking in the trees and the flowers along her path. Maia was an attractive young woman, Kakashi wouldn’t deny that. Her method, from first impression, seemed fine despite the almost injury but Kakashi wasn’t always going to be hidden in the treetops waiting for her to slip up. Despite all of this, a bigger question remained. Who was she? Because if she was a spy or collecting intel for someone then this put Konoha in jeopardy. Even if she knew Tsunade, doesn’t mean others close to the village hadn’t betrayed it before.

Kakashi decided to continue shadowing her through the village. Figure out what kind of character she truly was. Maybe she would prove him right, meet with some contact in the shadows and show him that her intentions were not so pure as they appeared.

Instead of some thrilling spy chase, Kakashi found Maia’s time in the village quite uneventful. She had taken quite some time picking out ingredients at the food stalls, Kakashi could feel himself yawning as she weighed up two carrots. Maia continued to walk around the market, stopping at a bookstore. A copy of some smutty romance novel in hand as she walked out of the store. Kakashi’s eyebrow rose, he himself was a lover of erotic fiction. Perhaps she was as big a pervert as he was, not that he’d openly admit he was a pervert or anything.

He had been shadowing her for a while before he lost her in the crowd. In the streets now instead of the rooftops. Kakashi frowned for a moment as he scanned the crowd, no sign of her anywhere. Still he continued to walk through the crowd, pretending to be minding his own business.

“Can I help you with something?” A voice said to his right, almost making him jump in the air.

Looking to its owner, he found Maia Setsudan. Height wise she came up to his neck, a little shorter than him but she had glared at him as if she was seven inches taller than him. Brown onion in hand ready to pelt him.

“You were up in the trees during my lesson and now you’re following me through the streets. What do you want?”

She knew he was there? How? Kakashi frowned. He’s not detected by just anyone, let alone a ‘shinobi’ with no formal training and Maia was starting to catch on to that.

“Your hair was sticking out from the tree you were watching me from” she laid it out plainly. “Then I saw you on the rooftop at the market”

Kakashi still was yet to say anything, he just couldn’t believe he had picked a terrible hiding spot to begin with.

“No need to frown. If anything I should be the one frowning. I don’t appreciate being followed”

“I’m Kakashi Hatake, Sakura’s mentor” Kakashi finally spoke.

“Ah… I see. You were just making sure your student was in good hands and I can assure you she is” Maia seemed to be beginning to warm up to him despite him shadowing her. Understanding the concern a past mentor may have for his student.

“Can I ask who trained you?”

There it was, the question Maia hated being asked the most. Her smile has started off as genuine but now she started to smile sweetly, a way to hide her frustration. She told Tsunade she would be well behaved. It was a shame he had to ask, she really was warming up to him.

“A shinobi who left his village”

“A missing-nin?”

“Yes. Is that all?” Maia said directly, her patience fading rather quickly. What is this? Interrogation hour?

“What gave you the idea to allow Moto to throw a knife at your shield if you knew it would rebound back at him?”

“Well… I guess my expectations for formally trained ninja of his level were too high” she said, a puff of air leaving her nose in the form of laugh, “but I’m sure you would have stepped in if I had neglected to do so”

Kakashi swallowed hard. She was trying to playing games with him, something he didn’t care too much for. He could stand around all day, taking her quips but he truly had better things to do.

“If that’s all, it was good to meet you Kakashi Hatake.” she said as she walked by, refusing to look back at Kakashi as she left him standing in the crowd alone.

Maia’s happy place was always in the kitchen. No matter how busy her mother was, working two jobs to support them, she always had time to cook dinner. Maia would watch, standing on a wooden crate, helping peel vegetables and wash rice. It’s no wonder she became a chef.

Cooking was second nature, so was holding a knife. She had cooked her mee goreng, sat herself on the couch shovelling it into her mouth as she dived into the new novel she had bought that day.

Descriptions of lust and sensual touching filled Maia’s focus. It had been a very long time since she let a man into her life, let alone in her bed. But it was okay, she lived vicariously through characters in fictional worlds getting their rocks off instead.

As she turned the page, throwing a noodle into her mouth, her attention wandered to the man following her today. Kakashi Hatake.

One day long ago, her master had told her the story of the child prodigy of Konoha. The kid that made his own jutsu, a jutsu so powerful it could cut a lightning bolt in half. Maia remembered how her master told her that one man should not be capable of all that power and destruction and now Maia had stood face to face with him.

Though she felt as if she stood her ground, she still couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the man. For him to question her abilities and asking questions about her training just showed Maia that he was someone she had something to prove to. To prove she was a capable mentor and a capable shinobi. Not only to him but to the whole village, possibly even the world.

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Maia ran through the forest, searching for the man she saw wander through earlier. Everyday this man would disappear into the forest and Maia would watch the village gates, waiting for him to return. This day, with her mother working a double shift, she bunked off school, instead she would follow him.

She came to a halt when she heard a sound, like a knife scraping on wood. Creeping slowly, Maia approached a shrub to hide, taking notice of the sound of her footsteps. There she crouched, her heartbeat flooding her ears. She thought she had gone unnoticed until-

“I can hear you” the man said, sitting alone in the forest on a rock, sharpening a stick with his kunai.

A young Maia popped her head out behind the large shrub, shy but curious.

“Are you a shinobi sir?”

“I used to be” the man said, unbothered.

“I thought they killed shinobi that ran away”

“They do but they haven’t found me yet”

Maia took a moment to absorb what the man truly said. He was on the run, jumping from town to town till he would eventually die.

“Can you teach me?”

“No way, the last thing I need is something kid exposing me to the whole village”

“But sir, I think I’m meant to be a shinobi”

“Yeah and? Every kid does”

“No, look”

Maia had begun running, running and running in circles. Her speed was unusual for her age, not as great as it would be when she grew older but still impressive. Maia had practised this for months, hoping to impress him so he’d take her on as his student. He began to stroke his chin in thought. Maybe this kid could be shinobi after all, however the shinobi way had the potential to be isolating, trapping. Once that was your path you could never leave and if you did, you’d be on the run for the rest of your life.

“What's the name kid?” the old man asked.

“I’m Maia!”

Next Chapter

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The Pain We Share

Chapter TWELVE

On second thought, Sasori could understand the surprised look Deidara sent his way when Sakura completely dismissed the room assigned to her as she followed him into his.

Honestly, he was more surprised at his own willingness to share his room; he had never been one to like people near him as he slept, and he had kicked out Deidara on more than one occasion, though that had been more to annoy the blond than anything else.

However, having Sakura in his room felt right. Bitterness welled up within him when he thought that perhaps it was all due to the Soulmate bond and whatever came with it, but he had a feeling that even if he and Sakura were not Soulmates, even if the mess of a world had not thrown them together in the situation they were currently in, and they had not been weighed down by the burdens they both carried, he could have come to like the girl.

Perhaps she was quiet because the words had been beaten out of her, and he had no way of knowing what she might have been like had Orochimaru not broken the girl that could have been. Still, as he watched the girl climb onto the bed and settle herself in a position he had become familiar with, with her back against the corner between the wall and headboard, he decided that, for not, it did not bother him at all.

Sakura looked up at him and when he pulled out the book he had brought for her, her eyes lit up. He stifled a laugh because he had no idea what he found funny as he passed it to her. "I'm going to go discuss the mission with Deidara," he said. "I will be next door."

The 'you know where to find me' was left unsaid, but Sakura nodded. "Okay," she said.

Sasori grabbed his files from his bag and tossed it onto the bed, then left the pinkette to her reading.

Deidara was lazing around on his own bed when he threw the door open.

"You always complain when I don't knock before entering, Danna." The blond sat up and watched him make himself comfortable on one of the chairs.

Sasori eyed him blankly. "I did knock."

Deidara rolled his eyes. "I didn't say you could enter."

"Would you have sent me away?"

"I guess not." Deidara threw his hands up. "You know, this is why you have so little friends. If you don't do something about your personality, Sakura-chan might come to not like you, un."

Sasori impatiently tapped his foot against the floor. "Are you done?" He asked.

"Right!" Deidara's grin widened. "You're keeping your girl waiting."

"She is reading." Sasori ran a hand through his hair. "She knows where I am."

Deidara tapped his chin in thought, eyes narrowing. "Huh."

Sasori scowled. "What?" He asked.

"Nothing!" Deidara rolled over on his bed and grabbed his pouch. "So, the mission?"

Sasori nodded. "Yes, the mission."

Zetsu had continued to keep an eye on the hideout even after they had closed it down, and Sasori trusted the man when he said there had been no moves from Orochimaru's side since. Zetsu might be a little strange, but his abilities were unparalleled when it came to his area of expertise.

"Unless we're really unlucky, we should not be coming across any enemies," he said thoughtfully. Still, he checked his weapons a few times before he placed them on himself.

Sakura watched him, then stared at the knife he held out towards her.

"I...do not use knives often," she finally said.

"Can you use them?" Sasori jerked his head in her direction. "Those straps on your thighs are weapon holders."

Sakura nodded. "I often carried around more medicine and poisons than I did blades. Knives are not my first choice of weaponry, but yes, I can use them."

Sasori shrugged. "Then I see no harm in carrying one."

Sakura hesitated for a second longer, then took it. Sasori passed her an entire cloth scroll holding a little over half a dozen knives, then turned back to his own equipment as Sakura slipped the rest of them into place.

"That was not one," she noted.

Sasori scoffed. "Hush."

He caught the small smile on Sakura's face as she fixed her pouch into place. The girl had been lent their standard uniform, but even the smallest size dug out from the deepest ends of their storage room appeared a little too big on her. Konan rarely stepped out of the base during operations and they had never had a need for a female version of their outdoor clothing.

Sasori's own shirt was a small, but compared to that Sakura's would probably have to be at least an extra small.

There was a knock at the door, and Sasori checked to make sure Sakura was ready before they both stood up. Deidara stepped aside to let them out of their room. "Good morning, un."

"Good morning," Sakura replied politely.

Sasori eyed the two for a moment before he sighed. "Good morning."

Deidara grinned. "Ready to go?"

"Just lead the way."

Even cleaned out and empty, the Northern hideout simply felt wrong. Even Deidara's chattering died away as they neared the structure now no longer hidden, and despite it having been days, the metallic stench of blood, as well as the sharp smell of medicine, appeared to have been deeply embedded into the concrete walls and floor, for he could still smell it.

The only one who appeared to relax as they approached was Sakura.

All the locks and security measures had been deactivated, but Sakura placed her hand against a chakra scanner against the door. There was an unreadable expression on her face as she eyed the machine for a while before she stepped through the entrance.

He glanced towards his partner when Sakura began walking confidently through the corridor. She ignored the room closer to the entrance, where their men had cleared out all the important files.

Deidara glanced over towards the small temporary HQ set up in one of the bigger rooms. "Should we stop her, un?"

Most of the men had cleared out after inspection had finished, but a few had stayed behind. Sasori could see a few of them looking uneasily at Sakura, no doubt recognizing her, but no one made a move to stop her.

Sasori frowned as Sakura's steps quickened. "Sakura."

The pinkette stopped and turned around. "Yes?"

Sasori sighed. "Wait a moment."

Sakura bit her lip but nodded. Sasori turned towards the section leader, who handed him the latest notes of the base. On the top of the stack was a map much more detailed than the one they had first made.

They were then given a rough run-through of new findings and whatnot, and Sasori listened halfheartedly, an eye on the papers and the other on Sakura, who looked half ready to bolt deeper into the hideout by herself.

"Okay."

The moment the word had left his lips, Sakura was turned back towards the corridor.

The two of them followed her, who was almost in a trance-like state. She flew down the stairs, towards the isolated room they had found her in. The bodies had been cleared, the experiments had been taken to specialized facilities, and everything had been sterilized three times over. Still, Sakura appeared to be able to see things only he could see, and he was confused the first few times she stepped unnaturally wide or made a sharp stride to the side.

"Experiment five six four eight died two weeks before his body was cleared out," Sakura said softly, suddenly. "He was alive when he was returned to his cage, but he collapsed the moment he was let go." She took another strange step. "His arm hung out between the bars. There were no rules, but no one stepped on the dead ones."

The realization hit him seconds before it hit Deidara, and he hurriedly jammed his elbow into his partner's ribs when the blond opened his mouth, eyes wide.

Deidara was not a bad guy, per se, but he tended to blurt out the conclusions he came to.

He ignored his partner's loud complaint as he continued to watch Sakura's back. "Where are we going?" He asked softly.

Sakura pointed towards the end of the corridor, where he had first laid his eyes on her bloody, broken form. "I read the files," she said. "It said all important things were taken back to your headquarters, so I'm assuming things like clothes were left behind." She tugged at the sleeves of her shirt as though to emphasize how big it was.

Sasori turned to Deidara, who fished out one of the files from his pouch, then flipped through the pages. "Clothes were untouched," he confirmed. "They should be exactly where they used to be in her room."

Sasori felt a complaint rising to his lips at 'her room' because a room where one was restrained and tortured to death was definitely not 'their room', but he held his tongue.

Sakura herself did not appear all that bothered. She hesitated right before the door, as though unsure if it would open, before she shoved it. The room had also been cleaned, though the restraints still remained, and the pinkette barely spared them a second glance. Sasori glanced over at the files Deidara was holding and watched his Soulmate make a beeline towards one of the cabinets, where he noticed stacks of haphazardly folded clothes. He tried to remember if he had seen them the first time.

To be fair, the first time around, he felt like he was dying and his Soulmate was actually dying and blood covered everything in the room.

Sakura grabbed both stacks of what looked like the exactly same outfit. Sasori wordlessly took them from her when she looked down at herself wondering how to hold them. He stuffed them into his own bag. "Anything else?"

Sakura shook her head. "I never had much, to begin with." She held out her hand. "Can I see the map?"

Deidara handed it over and the pinkette scanned her eyes over it. She frowned. "This is this floor?"

Deidara nodded. "Is something wrong?"

"There's supposed to be a room here." Sakura pointed on the map and showed it to them.

"So it's a room." Deidara hummed to himself.

Sasori tried to remember what he had been told during the briefing. "This end of the corridor was blocked off by bones." He watched Sakura's face carefully for a reaction of any sort. "Does that ring any bells?"

"Bones?" Sakura's frown deepened. "Can I see?"

Deidara glanced over towards him as well, and Sasori nodded. "Why not?"

Sakura spun on her heels and rushed out of the room. The room she had referred to lay on the other end of the floor. The corridor was just too dimly lit to be able to see the other end, but when they were close enough to see it, Sasori confirmed the sight himself.

Tests had confirmed that the blockade was indeed created by bones, and he would bet his left arm that whoever had created it was a chakra user as well.

Sakura ran a finger over the white structure. "There is a room, just like mine, behind this," she said. "Can I break this down?"

"It was too hard to break," Deidara told her. "Explosives couldn't be used because we worried it might bring the whole place down."

"It matters little," Sakura said dismissively. "It's as furnished as mine was." She pressed her forehead against the bone. "He must have come to break him out. These are here just to buy time."

"And this 'he' did not come for you?" Sasori asked.

Sakura shrugged. "You came my way first," she reminded him. "Perhaps the commotion bought him enough time to get out."

"And we don't get to know who this 'he' is?" Deidara asked.

Sakura turned around to face them. "Maybe," she said.

Deidara rolled his eyes in exasperation. "So, Danna, what do you think?" He knocked on the barricade.

"Don't bring the place down," he muttered.

Sakura nodded, then held out her hands. "The person who made this was a companion of mine back when I was with Orochimaru," she said. "Our chakras were entuned to one another, so it should not be too hard." She placed them, palm-fist, against the bone structure. There was a surge of chakra and Sasori could feel it traveling through the barricade, as well as through the floor and walls. A second one followed moments after, then a third, and cracks snaked from where Sakura's hand were toughing the structure, and spread like spiderwebs. Then, the bones simultaneously shattered.

Sakura stepped forward, and the smaller bone shards easily broke under her feet. Just as she had said, the corridor beyond was identical to the one leading towards Sakura's room. The pinkette made her way through, breaking the bone barricade whenever it blocked too much of the path to advance. She opened the door at the end and looked around. Sasori glanced at the large hole on the ground. "Where's that lead?"

Sakura leaned over it, then crouched down. She reached out and brought whatever had caught on her finger closer to her eyes. "Probably a hole somewhere far out," she said. "It won't be on any maps because this was made during the escape." Sakura rubbed her fingers together, and Sasori saw small specks of something fall towards the ground. It caught a wind that did not exist and swirled around on the ground.

Perhaps there was a draught coming from the hole.

"Well, I guess we can write this down, un," Deidara noted. He moved towards the door and Sasori followed.

"Are you done here?" He asked Sakura.

The girl nodded. She stood up, eyes still fixated on the dust. She kicked it softly with her foot, sending the specks flying into the air again. "Yes."

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#The Pain We Share #SasoSaku #Sasori #Sakura #Deidara #Naruto fanfiction

[lacobscur]

hey u wanna see me write some rly incoherent stuff thats berserker and kariya behind the scenes because i kept thinking about it and since f/z didnt give us any deets and matts not around to supply the real kariya facts, its my city now. this hops around at random and ill add to it whenever i feel like it.

and also sometimes my homestuck past rises up from the depths and grabs me by the throat until i write something in second person.

“Who is that?” you ask, interrupting Kariya’s thoughts with your own.

“Sakura,” he replies quietly. “This war is to save her. Fight for her sake.”

Sakura turns at the sound of Kariya’s voice, likely under the assumption that he’s speaking to her. A question begins to form on her lips, but you take the opportunity to manifest, ignoring the pained inhale from Kariya as you do so. The girl doesn’t flinch at all, or even react, just stares at you with the blank stare she’s had this whole time.

You take a few steps forward, out from behind your Master, to kneel before her with your hand extended towards her. Nothing changes in her countenance. “You’re... what Kariya summoned?” she asks quietly, her voice coming forth as if echoing over an insurmountable gulf. 

“Yes,” you answer, coherent enough.

Sakura lays her hand delicately upon your own, and it feels like she is a doll that someone else is puppeteering. Perhaps she is lost, but it will take more than you to help her. You both know this. “Be careful of grandfather,” she says, looking into your face.

“I don’t fear him.” It’s something like this: you’d like to say that you could protect her if she wanted, but you offer the truth instead, as minuscule as it is. You’ve never been one for lying. She can take what she wishes. 

Sakura nods minutely and then slips her hand from yours. “Neither does Uncle. You two should still be careful.” Her eyes meet yours directly, and she does not even minutely flinch away from the lurid glow of your curse and the biting despair within. You give her a nod in return, and she walks away without further comment, disappearing down the hallway like she’s already a ghost.

You stand and return to Kariya’s side before dematerializing. “She didn’t fear me,” you inform him, with a mourning sort of wistfulness.

“Neither did I,” he replies, stubborn over something-or-other you don’t have the inclination to figure out.

“Do you really think that you’re so well-off that someone sharing a trait with you is a good thing?”

Kariya falls silent at that, watching the empty hallway for a long while before he finally sighs and turns away.

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You don’t watch Kariya when he stumbles into the church. You can’t. It’s too much, too personal, too familiar, the rising sense of regret like bile in your throat as Kariya acts out a role it’s too late to avert. It was always going to end like this, and you knew it. Instead you watch only the figure on the second story, who eyes the scene from the transept like it’s the climax of a play. Perhaps it is. You’re not one to judge that -- you just watch him, under the ostensible excuse of protection, guarding your Master from the only threat here that never mattered at all, and you know it.

Attention only wavers from the overseer when Kariya hauls his way out and you disappear with him. He finds himself in the street, curled over himself on the ground screaming something incoherent between his sobs. He screams at you, too, when you materialize and heft him up over your shoulder, wordless. He weighs nothing, save the weight of scars, and it’s almost as if his hatred and regret and despair could melt right into your own fog.

He screams himself raw, which doesn’t take long, and retches when you put him down in what might ostensibly be called his home. When Kariya finally manages to look at you again, you can’t tell if his gaze is accusing you specifically of betrayal or if it’s directed to the world at large. There’s nothing to say, so you don’t try.

You just sit down next to him, and wait.

“Why,” he asks you eventually, once he’s ran out of tears and his throat can produce something other than cracked screaming. “Why.” Hoarse and broken, just a final plea.

There’s nothing you can tell him. Nothing will make it better, that this is merely a tragedy on loop and if you knew how to fix it you would have done something already, if you knew how to remove yourself from the tracks set out, neither of you would be here. But an ‘I don’t know’ means nothing, so you give him no reply, just rest your hand on his shoulder and hope that provides some stable reminder of existence, as if that were enough. 

You aren’t sure, when his breathing evens out, if it’s because he’s exhausted himself to sleep or because he’s fallen unconscious. 

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Command seals are new. You’ve never had them used before, almost surprisingly (though your attention is quick to flicker to the King on the battlefield, Kariya’s also too far gone by those points to care, and this is the only Grail War you’ve ever been in). Unsurprisingly, you come to the conclusion that you don’t like them. Kariya’s hand glows and then fades, two of the red squiggles dying out as the shadows around you roll and boil in clear anger. You told him this wasn’t how For Someone’s Glory worked, and you told him that Rider had nothing to do with either of you, and yet --

Kariya stares at you with a fixed expression. It’s hard to sway him once he’s fixated on a goal, which is something you both know and respect, but find it extremely irritating at the moment, when he tells you to wear the guise and get out.

“I - don’t - want - to.” You snarl out, each word punctuated with sharp irritation. It’s the angriest you’ve been at him, the only time you felt genuinely collared, the command seals like an over-tight chokechain around your neck.

“You have to.”

“Says who?” 

The shadows roil around you, spiking up and giving you a malformed facsimile of Rider. It hurts to take this form, the furious buzzing in your brain (bugs, bugs, isn’t it? Biting and painful, swarm without form, you can’t fucking think). The fog was never meant to be used like this and it complains when forced, command seals dragging Rider’s guise onto you and keeping it there. 

Rider’s face must look strange, warped and glowing in a furious scowl.

Kariya matches it with angry determination of his own. (You’re forced to remember, that this is a scar, an empty swatch, it shouldn’t be surprising that it’s easy to lead around a corpse.) “Me. The seals.” The seals burn as if a reminder, but that’s not the answer you want and he knows it too. You raise your lip at him in a silent snarl, expectant and waiting. After a few seconds:  “Kirei,” Kariya answers, and you don’t bite back the furious, bitter laugh that bursts in a single syllable past your teeth.

Ah, the priest. Of course, of course he would continue puppeteering, and force you to do something like this. It’s too late for you to do anything else, and besides: the command seals have been laid. Ignoble and wrong as it may be, you’re stuck. You stand, at least enjoying the feature of Rider’s height that lets you loom over Kariya better than usual. “Fine,” you say before disappearing, word falling bitter to the ground.

Irritating, irritating. The things you do for a war you both know neither of you will win.

(You’ll forgive him, of course, he is merely buffeted around in the same ocean you are. But sulking makes you feel better. Gives you something to concentrate on other than the pain and skittering dysphoria currently over your body. Damn bastards. All three of you, Master and priest and your horrid fool self.)

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There’s no map, but the directions Kariya gives you are simple enough. A few streets away, off to the side of the city, somewhere in the depths of a parking complex where weapons have been left behind for you. Unobtrusive, an easy place to stage both an ambush and a battle. Kariya sighs and closes his eyes when he finishes describing where the parking garage is. “Go there,” he says, leaning back against the concrete wall, “and fight the King.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes. Kirei told me.”

You know better than him, you know that the priest is a liar. But what good would it do to say that? Going to the King is what you’ve fought for all along. Besides, Kariya is attached the the priest -- one show of kindness, or even showing a lack of blatant dislike towards Kariya is enough to earn that, considering how rare either are -- and you have no inclination to remove that one minor consolation prize from him, no matter how falsified it may be. It also serves your purposes just fine. The king is the reason you came here, the reason you took this form, and informing Kariya anything he might already suspect will only distance you from that. So, you stand. “Alright.”

“I’ll stay here,” he says, and smiles up at you, tight and forced and barely a smile. Perhaps just a side effect of the scarring.

“Alright.” A pause. 

He says he stays because it’s the closest he can get to your leyline without being eaten. Both of you know better. He stays there mostly because the walls are soundproofed and he knows how badly your fighting will hurt, and he stays because it will be easiest to clean up his body when it’s here. Just kick it into the pit. No one will have to see him die, this way. Because he knows this is where you both die, and so do you. There’s nothing else from here -- and if there were, who would chase it? There is no Tohsaka family for Sakura to return to; Kariya failed, so chasing the grail loses all direction, only a mad aimless flailing, guided only by Kirei and Kariya’s lack of understanding. You chase nothing but the King. The only option is to die, and hope that it might mean something to someone one day -- or at least, not hurt anything any more than living already has.

You stand and bow to him, and then you leave. “Farewell.”

“You, too."

What an unfortunate joke this is.

#fair chance ill add other shit to this at some point but i dont want it to become a full fucking Novel so #mun writes #one day matt will write kariya and then itll be matts city

[sasusakufestival]

Bare

Summary: Sasuke looks as if he has been turned to stone, his hands clenching around the kit in his hands. If she didn’t think he could turn any redder, she was mistaken. For several seconds his eyes zero in on everything below her neck. Sakura feels the warmth in her cheeks travel downward at this, and trying for confidence, she purrs, “Like what you see?” [SasuSaku Festival 2017 – Day 12 – Prompt: “The Virgin Sees”]

Disclaimer: This story utilizes characters, situations and premises that are copyright Masashi Kishimoto, Shueisha, Shonen Jump and Viz Media. No infringement on their respective copyrights pertaining to episodes, novelizations, comics or short stories is intended by the author in any way, shape or form. This fan oriented story is written solely for the author’s own amusement and the entertainment of the readers. It is not for profit. Any resemblance to real organizations, institutions, products or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All fiction, plot and Original Characters with the exception of those introduced in the books, manga, video games, novelizations and anime, are the sole creation of KuriQuinn and using them without permission is considered rude, in bad-taste and will reflect seriously on your credibility as a writer. You will be torn apart by mercenary ninja with bad fashion sense should you be found plagiarising.

Warning: Maybe slight OOC, but only because they are from a different universe. Sasuke never left Konoha.

Canon-Compliance: Takes place during Part II. Alternate Universe.

Fanon Compliance: Could conceivably take place in my Walk A Mile timeline

AN: This is unedited. Sorry, there was family stuff that got in the way of updates. Also, CEO & Assistant prompt is still being worked on. I’ll try for tomorrow.

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It starts out as a run-of-the-mill information retrieval mission.

Simple, straightforward – they don’t even need the whole team. It’s just as well, Kakashi has been helping Naruto improve his change of nature techniques, and Sakura’s been hoping for some quality alone-time with Sasuke.

Between everyone’s training regimen, it’s hard to find the time to just be two fifteen-year-olds in not-quite-love-but-slowly-getting-past-like.

So when Lady Tsunade proposes the mission – retrieve some stolen documents from a group of mercenary ninja and deliver it to the intended recipients – Sakura jumps on it. It’s easy, requiring stealth and intelligence, which both she and Sasuke excel at.

Everything goes perfectly, until it turns out one of the enemy is a sensor type.

Sakura and Sasuke’s carefully planned infiltration and extraction gets turned into an all-out brawl. They get the documents, but they’ve been made, and are now being hunted through the forests.

And on top of that, a shuriken has just become deeply embedded in the fleshy part beneath Sakura’s left shoulder blade. Sasuke hangs back, ready to grab her, but she steadies herself mid-stumble.

“I’m fine,” she insists, despite the cold pain and the feel of blood soaking through her shirt.

Sasuke considers her, and she knows from the expression he is weighing their options. If the wound is deep, blood-loss will make a long-range spring impossible, but in their current situation they’re at the disadvantage.

“We need a distraction,” he says. “You or me?”

The fact that he isn’t even acknowledging her wound shows how far they’ve come over the years. He knows she can take care of herself.

She smirks. “Well, you’re pretty, but I don’t think you’re their type.”

The corner of his mouth tugs upward at this, and he nods, turning to leave.

“Five minutes,” he tells her. “Three if you don’t have a choice.”

And then he is gone. Seconds later, the enemy catches up and she is surrounded on all sides by half-a-dozen missing-nin dressed in black.

“Seriously?” she asks as the closest ones lunge at her. “Why do people like you always dress in black?” She bends into her taijutsu forms, dodging blows and more volleys of shuriken. “Wouldn’t it be smarter for mercenaries to dress in camouflage?”

One of them tries to slip past her and she tosses an exploding tax in front of him, forcing him to jump backward to avoid the explosion. Her shoulder burns and her side is now slick with blood, but she knows her limits. It’s just a matter of making it through the time limit –

She manages for four minutes before she begins to feel lightheaded, and is forced to make another quick getaway.

As she flits through the trees, she hears the raucous laughs and victory shouts, because they think they have her on the run – a wounded wolf being chased back to her den.

Up ahead, she sees Sasuke, waiting on the other side of a clearing. His finger flash in something that anyone else would interpret as hand signs from a distance, but which she reads as a series of numbers. Grid coordinates, just as they’ve practiced.

Still running full-speed ahead, she assesses the open space, makes a quick calculation in her head, and then dives into the air. It’s difficult to twist her body to avoid the razor thin wires, especially given her wound, but she manages it. Her pursuers won’t notice their presence until it is too late.

And she’s through.

She botches the landing, however, stumbling and rolling once she hits the ground. Still, she doesn’t stop, stagger-crawling onward and glancing over her shoulder to make sure she is in the clear

The mercenary-nin enter the clearing as well, see her on the ground and assume she has succumbed to her injury. There’s more yelling, more promises of a slow and painful death, and several of them dive into the air toward her –

The minute they are airborne, Sasuke’s fist fills with electricity and he hurls it forward. The wires come alive with a current, and a giant spider’s web of lightning jolts to life below the mercenaries. It’s far too late for them to react to it, electricity surging through their bodies, and within moments, there are heaps of unconscious mercenaries lying among the grass and tree roots.

In a final move, Sakura pulls back her arm – the side that isn’t injured – and shoves a precise burst of chakra into the ground. The area of the clearing splinters, collapsing beneath the unconscious men and burying them in the eroding rubble.

It will be a while before any of them are able to follow her or Sasuke.

“Nice teamwork,” she beams at him, going down on one knee.

Sasuke scowls.

“They were already unconscious,” he points out. “You wasted your strength, and now I have to carry you.”

She sticks out her tongue. “Well, that will be a break from usual, then. Usually I’m the one carrying you.”

He mutters something unintelligible and probably insulting under his breath, then scoops her up in a fireman hold – he can’t risk jostling or removing the shuriken just yet – and they’re off.

Sakura shamelessly uses the opportunity to admire his backside as he runs.

They stop only when Sasuke is sure that they’ve reached safety.

There a small, shaded glade near a river, with enough leave coverage to keep them out of the eye of anyone who might come looking. He puts her down carefully and begins to examine the wound.

“It’s deep but it hasn’t hit anything vital,” he informs her.

“I could have told you that.”

She tries to reach her arm around to examine it herself with her fingertips, but can’t quite reach.

“Stop that,” he orders. “You’ll tear it further. I shouldn’t have to tell you this.”

“Right, because you make such great decisions when it comes to your health.”

“I’m not a trained medical-nin.”

“So that’s an excuse to get yourself half-killed?”

His only response is a glower.

“How about instead of shooting me dirty looks you stitch me up?” she suggests. It’s not an unreasonable expectation, he’s done it before. “Do you still have that healing balm Naruto asked Hinata to give you?”

“Yes, it’s in my pack.”

“We’ll need that when we’re done. For now, though, go get some water.”

“Hm.” He turns and heads for the spring. “Wait here.”

Sakura reaches into her own pack, digging for her suture kit and lays it out. Then, with minimal maneuvering, she pulls her shirt and sports bra off. She swears as some of the threads get stuck on the shuriken, which she tugs out and quickly compresses with a cloth. The sooner Sasuke stitches this up, the better –

There’s a muffled thump behind her and she whips around, clenching a fist in expectation of an enemy ninja being behind her. Instead, she finds Sasuke, jaw dropped and cheeks flushed with colour, the canteen lying at his feet.

“Sasuke?” she questions, unsure at first what has him so startled. It takes a few extra seconds before she realises it’s her bare breasts that are throwing him off. Her mouth tugs into a rueful smile. “If I was anyone else right now, I’d’ve bled out in the amount of time it’s taken you to get around to treating my wound. Now are you going to do something, or do I have to find a mirror and do it myself?”

He visibly shakes himself out of his daze, but has begun to blush furiously. It would be amusing if she didn’t have an open wound right now. 

“We’re in a combat situation,” she reminds him, “can you maybe think with your upstairs brain?”

His mouth shuts with an audible click, and the look he gives her is beyond annoyed. But he picks up the canteen and makes his way over. He looks everywhere but at her chest and goes to sit behind her. She hears rummaging among the sutures.

“What does it look like?”

“Like a gash.”

“Very funny, Sasuke. I mean, how deep is it?”

“Nothing vital was clipped, it’s just deep,” he says. “I’m going to clean it and get started on the stitches. Try not to move.”

They are quiet as he begins to thread the needle through her skin. The job is long and tedious, and she needs something to occupy her mind so she doesn’t wince every time she feels the thread going through.

“So…” she begins. “I never realised you were so easily flustered.”

The needle pauses. “What?”

“I mean, it’s a little weird. You spent six months in my body before this, seeing me without a shirt on shouldn’t be anything new.”

“We were twelve,” he snaps, a strained note in his voice. “And you didn’t have…” She notices his unoccupied hand make a vague motion out of the corner of her eye. “… those.”

“The word you’re looking for is breasts,” she supplies, amused. “And while I’m glad you’ve noticed them, they really haven’t changed all that much.”

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t exactly sitting in front of a mirror making an in-depth catalogue of your freckle-to-skin ratio back then,” Sasuke replies defensively, jabbing the needle through her shoulder a little more forcefully than it needs to go.

Sakura hisses in reaction, and tries to glare at him over her shoulder. He, in turn, is staring at her shoulder wound as if it holds the secrets of the universe and he can’t afford to lose his concentration. Her annoyance turns to curiosity, because she only ever sees Sasuke get like that in two cases – when he is furious or when he is uncomfortable. Considering the situation, she hazards a guess that it’s the latter.

But why? It’s not as if he…

Well, he’s had to have seen a naked woman before, right? Even aside from the utterly bizarre swap they underwent when they were genin, he should have had the opportunity. They’ve both studied biology, with diagrams and everything. He is the student of Kakashi Hatake, the most perverted shinobi in Konoha since Jiraiya, and teammates with Naruto, who not only parades around with his horrible Sexy Jutsu but has been known to sneak into the women’s bathhouse. She can just picture him dragging Sasuke along.

“I don’t get it,” she says. “You’ve seen Naruto. Seeing a naked –”

“Naruto isn’t real like –” Sasuke snaps, before abruptly cutting his words off at the back of his throat, like his mouth betrayed him.

“Like I’m real?” she supplies, her own cheeks turning pink.

“…”

“So just now, that was the first time you’ve really seen a naked woman?”

“I’m not talking about this with you.”

“But you just mean real, like, alive, right? You’ve seen – I mean, I’ve been to Naruto’s apartment – I lived with Kakashi, I know guys have stashes of those magazines. You have to have…” He growls slightly. “Oh. Wow.” Another idea occurs to her, and before she can stop herself, she blurts out, “Does that mean you’ve also never…?”

“Never what?” he asks tightly, like he’s already regretting asking.

“You know…” This time it’s Sakura that makes a vague motion with her hands. It’s difficult, because of the angle, but the message gets through. She feels him fumble with the needle and yelp.

“No!”

“Oh.”

There is a heavy, uncomfortable silence.

“That actually explains a lot,” she finally says.

“What’s that supposed to – wait.” His voice drops in suspicion and something like wary curiosity. “Have you?”

Sakura’s cheeks are definitely warmer than they were before, but she tamps down any sense of embarrassment. Medic ninja don’t get embarrassed by this sort of thing.

“It’s a natural biological function, of course I have,” she sniffs. “Which is why I don’t believe you haven’t. Unless – unless you’re just not interested. Which is okay, too, I guess.” She really hopes it’s not the case. “Lot’s of people don’t –”

“I’m interested, okay?” Sasuke barks. “I’m very, very interested.” When she turns to shoot him an amused, challenging look, he scowls. “You know what I mean.”

“Kind of don’t.”

“It’s about having discipline.”

“Are you sure it’s not about having some kind of health issue? If you don’t ever get arou –”

“Stop talking!” he cries. “I do, but I can control it. It’s just a matter of focus. End of discussion.”

“What’s the point, though?”

“I’m done,” he announces, and stands up. She turns around in time to see him jump to his feet and hurry back to the spring as if he’s been burned or as if she has some kind of transmissible disease.

Right, because avoiding the problem will make it go away, she thinks peevishly, distractedly checking the sutures. They’re a little sloppy, but well-executed. He must have been really distracted by the topic of conversation.

And he still hasn’t answered her.

A mad idea occurs to her then. She almost dismisses it right out – but then figures, she might not get another chance like this. It’s rare that they are alone together these days, even rarer that they are sent out on the same mission. Can’t just run away from her in the middle of a mission – even if the mission is pretty much complete and might as well just be a stroll through the woods at this point.

In a fit of bravery, she strips off the rest of her clothing, dropping it in a pile at her feet and waits for Sasuke to return from the spring, hands on her hips.  

He’s several feet away before he clues into what he’s seeing, and then he freezes.

Sasuke looks as if he has been turned to stone, his hands clenching around the kit in his hands. If she didn’t think he could turn any redder, she was mistaken. For several seconds his eyes zero in on everything below her neck. Sakura feels the warmth in her cheeks travel downward at this, and trying for confidence, she purrs, “Like what you see?”

Sasuke’s head practically jerks up, but instead of meeting her eyes, he looks to the side. “Sakura…why…why are you…?”

“You can’t be flustered like this,” she tells him. “Naked people happen. Sometimes you end up having to help them, especially in rescue or disaster situations. Not everyone has time to get dressed when something happens, and you can’t –”

“I…don’t have a problem with naked people,” he grits out through clenched teeth.

“Oh, really?”

He makes a strangled sound low in his throat, which might be an affirmative; she watches his fists clench and unclench, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Sasuke is doing everything in his power not to look at her right now, and it’s actually bothering her.

In fact, she’s a little hurt.

“Sasuke, look at me.”

“No.”

“I’m giving you permission.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re…”

“Naked, yes, we’ve established that,” she rolls her eyes. “And to tell you the truth, the fact that my boyfriend doesn’t want to see me naked? It’s kind of insulting.”

“What? No!” he actually does look at her now – briefly – before again averting his gaze. “That’s not – I want to, just not –”

“Just not?”

“Like…this.”

“Then how.”

“Could you just – please put your clothes back on?”

Sakura hesitates, and then sighs in frustration. Slowly she gathers up her pants and tunic and pulls them back on. She doesn’t bother with the bra – the bandages won’t allow for it, and thankfully she’s small enough that it isn’t really a major issue.

Sasuke twitches with every rustle of her clothing, and when she’s done, she grumbles, “It’s fine. You can look now, I’m decent.”

He exhales, and she practically watches the tension flow from his body.

“I’m sorry for putting you through such a hardship,” she bites out, balling her hands into fists. “Let me make it easier on you and give you some space. I’ve got to figure out where we are anyway, so –”

She begins to breeze by him, but his hand snaps out and grabs hold of her wrist. “Sakura –”

“It’s fine, Sasuke.”

“No, it’s not.”

She takes a few calming breaths, fighting down her annoyance. She has no right to be angry about this, it’s not like he can help being uncomfortable. Even if she is hurt, she isn’t going to let this ruin their relationship.

“Forget it, Sasuke, it’s alright. We’ll pretend this didn’t happen, okay? We’ll never talk about it again if that’s what you want.”

“That’s not what I want,” he tells her, tugging her back so that she is facing him. His entire face is drawn tight, as if in concentration, like he’s trying his best to find the right words. “Sakura, when I think of…when I think of seeing you like that, it’s not in a forest in the middle of nowhere, or with you wounded on a mission or stripping of your clothes to make a point. It’s in our home, with me taking off your clothes, because we both want to.”

He is as red as his favourite fruit now, cringing as if worried she will be offended and take a swing at him. But Sakura isn’t focussed on the imagery of his little confession, so much as the word choice.

“‘Our’?” she repeats.

“What?”

“You said ‘our’. ‘Our’ home.”

If possible, he turns redder. “I meant –”

“Sasuke, are you asking me…?”

“No! Yes. Not…not yet.” He shifts uncomfortably. “But one day.”

They are silent, then, the implications settling over both of them. Sakura isn’t sure what to say to that.

“I…” she begins, her emotions gravitating between being utterly confused and utterly pleased. “I didn’t realise you would be traditional about this sort of thing.”

He shrugs. “It’s something my father said once.”

“Your father? You must have been very young.”

“He didn’t say it to me,” Sasuke admits. In a lower voice he adds, “He didn’t ever really say a lot to me. It was a conversation with Itachi, but I listened in. I did that a lot.”

The usual dark expression passes over his features, and she winds her wrist out of his hold so that she is now clasping his hand, offering him a comforting squeeze. “What did he say?”

Sasuke returns the brief pressure. “He said there are certain experienced – certain privileges that you share only with the person that you intend to spend the rest of your life with. As much as I…as much as I want…”

He trails off, looking at her meaningfully.

“You’re trying to honour his memory.”

“Hm.”

There’s another lull in the conversation as Sakura processes this. Then, “Okay.”

Sasuke blinks. “What?”

“Okay. We can wait,” she repeats. “I promise I won’t assault your virgin eyes with my naked flesh again before you’re ready.”

He makes a face at this. “It sounds much less noble when it’s clear you’re mocking me.”

“I’m not mocking you. I think it’s sweet.”

“‘Sweet’,” he repeats, distaste filling the lone syllable.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling at him. “It’s not a side of you I get to see very often. I like it. And I’m alright with waiting, if that’s important to you.”

“Thank you,” he hedges, still sounding suspicious.

She beams and leans in to kiss him – before abruptly pulling back.

“Wait – is this okay?” she asks. “I wouldn’t want to compromise your discipline by making you feel a–”

Sasuke growls and pulls her toward him, rough but still mindful of her injury. His mouth crushes into hers, working her bottom lip between both of his. There a nip – almost a reprimand, she suspects, for her earlier teasing – and when she opens her mouth in protest he takes full advantage, his tongue in her mouth, deepening the kiss until she’s whimpering for oxygen. 

When he pulls away, he looks only half as dishevelled as she feels.

“I’ve managed fine this long,” he tells her, leaning his forehead on hers. “Besides. I know of a few things that can be done that don’t require any kind of nudity.”

The look he gives her can only be described as smouldering, and her mouth goes dry trying to imagine the possibilities.

“But,” he goes on, abruptly pulling away from her, “we’ll have to discuss it some time when we’re not in the middle of a mission. Pack up your stuff, we’ll head out in five minutes.”

She gapes at his retreating back, trying to figure out what just happened.

終わり

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four - bare

Glass Heart Rating: M And he was in the darkness, so darkness he became.

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The sun spots speckle his face through the leaves, leaving warm patches against his skin. Once the wave of nausea washes over, he rolls his head to the side, his dark, mysterious eyes finding violet eyes looking into his, the question still hanging in the air between the two boys.

"We're traveling to another hide out," he says, plain and simple. Suigetsu's face shows confusion, as though he wants to ask something else but he's too afraid. He does it anyways.

"Why?"

"I don't need to give you a reason, you don't have to follow me," Sasuke states plainly, his eyes still looking to amethyst orbs, gazing through those windows and looking into the shinobi's soul.

If that's one thing he hates about himself, it was the ability to see everything, know everything about an individual. He didn't care how other people felt, or what they felt on the inside, yet he was able to see and understand. Sasuke simply understood things from his trained interpretation from over the years. It also gave him an advantage when it came to fighting enemies as well, though. He finally broke the contact when a slight rustle against his chest caught his attention.

A lone leave caught in the slit of his shirt, blowing lightly due to the breeze.

It was colored in vivid greens, fresh lines running through the inner layers, bringing out every detail that this simple leaf had to offer. The light yellow splotch towards the center, outlined in a lighter green, fading to the deep green that colored it as a whole. Sasuke plucked the leaf from his shirt before crushing it in his palm, envisioning it as the Leaf, his previous home.

The Uchiha finally sat up, his eyes already on Sakura. She was still lying on the ground, her body coughing while in her unconscious form. He wasn't sure when she would wake up, and he sure as hell wasn't sure what he'd do when she woke up. Sasuke didn't need anything from her, yet he wanted her there to take on this task, travel with him and whoever else he would find, take down Itachi.

He wanted her there, yet he didn't want her to shoulder his pain or misery.

"What's the plan with her?" Suigetsu's hestitant voice ripped Sasuke from his thoughts. He didn't turn his head to meet eyes with Suigetsu this time though, instead he stared at Sakura's form on the ground.

"She's a medical nin, she'll come in handy."

He tells himself this, lying to himself and lying to Suigetsu. This isn't the reason he wants her there, but Suigetsu clicks his tongue in response before standing and casting a shadow upon the girl's body. Sasuke finds his face pulling into a scowl, remembering that the white haired man is still naked after all.

"Go put some clothes on," he snaps, his voice low and harsh.

"Where am I going to find clothes, exactly?" The tone in Suigetsu's voice is sarcastic yet hard, but Sasuke matches it.

"Figure it out," he growls back. "And bring something back for Sakura."

Suigetsu throws his hands in the air before slapping them back down against his hip bones, making a sharp noise that pierced through the secluded forest, sending birds flying from the branches in the trees. Sasuke could only pinch the bridge of his nose and relish in the idea of sitting here, waiting for the idiot to return before they started their journey across the land.

Suigetsu smiles a malicious smile before melting to his liquid form, becoming clear and colored in pastel azures and sapphires, his smile still visible through the transparent water.

"I'll be back, no funny business," he jokes silently before washing away.

Sasuke rolls his eyes once more. Suigetsu reminds him of the dobe back home, how idiotic his friend was, his childish antics and loud mouth ways. The memories of Naruto were bittersweet, causing his mouth to dry up and his throat to constrict. His eyes found Sakura once more before he exhaled sharply, stood to his feet and walked his body to her.

He cradled her once more before stalking off into the cover of the greenery, hiding their bodies and presence from any wandering travelers, shinobi, or trackers. They were rogue nin, and he knew what would happen if anyone crossed paths with them; the trackers would be dead and Sasuke would be taking off with Sakura's body.

He snickered at the thought, his smirk appearing on a porcelain face with obsidian eyes sparkling in the sunlight.

Sakura weighed close to nothing as he continued through the brush, stepping over roots, climbing rocks and sidling through trees. When she snuggled her face towards his chest, resting her head against his pectoral, he felt his body stiffen.

She had only ever been this close to him when he knocked her out, leaving her body to soak up the cold weather as she was laid to rest on the bench overnight. The same night that he evaded Konoha, promising to never return. Ever since his time away, he had become stronger, wiser, grown more as a human since he was able to roam freely and take on stronger enemies. It was much better than picking up garbage around the village, or finding some poor lady's lost cat. The memories angered him, causing his eye brows to furrow.

The sound of rushing water became more apparent as he pressed through the trees and bushes. The sound of lapping water against rocks calmed his mind. The closer he got, the more the air smelled of soaked moss and fresh fish and the second he arrived, he noticed how peaceful the sight was.

Rushing water, running rapidly over jagged rocks, while other parts were calm, floating along with gravity pulling at it. The water was clear, making the smooth rocks from below the surface clear as day, the different colors of tans and browns popping with intense colors.

When he finally arrived by the water's edge, he began to work his sandal off his foot. His toes pressed heavily against the heel of his left, slipping the sandal off carefully before repeating with the other foot. The wet soil and sand against his calloused feet felt relaxing, the sound of flowing water exciting his senses. He laid Sakura down gently, his mind running through the easiest way of addressing this 'issue'.

His mind washed over with thoughts similar to those of any man his age. Sasuke wanted to peal her clothes off of her body, lavish in the curves that formed her hips. The bumps of her chest that were obviously wrapped tightly with bindings, and the illustrious muscles that toned her smooth looking legs. The dirt and sweat that painted her skin hid the inviting color of her skin, frustrating Sasuke further as he began to unzip the front of her shirt, careful to not touch her inappropriately.

She stirred at his slight touches, making his mind panic and his hands tremble.

He wanted so badly to take her, take her in the calm of this secluded forest. On the side of the river, their limbs and skin rubbing in the soft dirt and sand that lined the river while their lips crashed against one another, pressing harshly and feeding upon one another's lust and hormones.

Sakura stirred once more, causing Sasuke to frown, his dark eyes narrowing in on her revealed chest, the sarashi covered in blood, sweat and dirt. His eyes began to widen the further he unzipped her blouse, revealing taut, defined abs and the small navel that was placed right in the center of her stomach. He noticed every scar, cut, bruise that lined her body, painting her skin in battle wounds and lining her like a damn tiger.

Sakura is fierce now, stronger than ever, her strength becoming well known across all the land as she rises with the title as Tsunade's pupil. She's also becoming a well known medic, one of the best in the Land of Fire, excelling at everything that's been passed down to her, and it's all because of her excellent chakra control.

Another bittersweet memory tainting his mind as he continues to unzip the shirt that isn't quite covering her body anymore. He finishes his job before sliding her arms through the holes and discarding the fabric to the left of them. It smells of smoke and blood, soaked from the sweat of her body and covered in muck. He grasps her boots, releasing the buttons of each hook and slides them from her legs and feet; a clear line of grime resting against her shin where the top of her boot came to rest.

Sasuke swallowed heavily as he began to remove the wrapping from her leg, the one that her kunai holster rest firmly against. The more his hand brushes against her skin, the more aroused he becomes at how soft her skin is against his leg. She's filthy as fuck, but he's so into the light brushes and soft stirring of her body that he begins to find himself light headed as he discards the wrapping and pulls at the buckle of her skirt.

He notices now how long her legs are, how much she's grown since he's last seen her and really looked at her. The thing that really pisses him off is that he feels his Sharingan activate and before he can stop himself, he's already engraving the view of Sakura and her taut, defined and battle ready body into his mind. Matured in every way possible, proving that she's now a woman capable of mass destruction and not a whimsy cry baby anymore.

Sasuke scoffs at the thought, seeing small, timid Sakura cowering behind him as he stands before her with a kunai poised, Sharingan activated and death shimmering in his blood red eyes.

He was her protector after all, the boy that took pride in caring for such a small girl. He knew now though that she didn't need saving, or help. She would kick the shit out of someone, and he just knew it.

Her body presents itself in front of maroon eyes, her chest rising and falling with the small breaths that she takes and as Sasuke falls back to his rear, he pulls his hands to interlock under his chin, considering if he should put her in the water as she is, or remove the rest of her clothes.

All that's left are those skin tight spandex and wrappings that cover her breasts, and Sasuke finds his mind is troubled by stripping her clean of everything, or leaving the dirty clothing on her. He snarls in protest before pushing up from the soft ground and grabbing hold of the wrapping in the front, square in the center. He pulls roughly, ripping the bindings in half, the ripping of cloth making a horrendous sound as he's greeted with the sight of her rounded breasts, fair skinned like the rest of her body and her nipples small and pleasant, colored in a light pink.

Sasuke finds himself dumbfounded now as he's face to face with Sakura's breasts, taking in the sight and how she has truly grown up in the past three years. His fingers tremble as he's still holding onto the torn wrapping, while Sakura's eyelids begin to open slightly.

She looks confused at first, still asleep the more he thinks about it, but the scene that's about to play out between the two causes his mind to run through the possible outcomes and what he should do.

Fuck, he tells himself as she coughs once, twice, three times. She rolls her head in the sands, cherry blossom tresses picking up the separate grains of sand and carrying them with her motions.

Sasuke now notices the soft expression in her eyes, the shimmering of yellow and lime green flecks catching the different rays of sun as she focuses in on him. He can still tell that everything is still hazy for her by the way she looks at him. He knows it's from the smoke and fumes that she inhaled from the room that she had passed out in, too.

He doesn't say a word though, only looks at her with a scowl on his face while she lies topless in front of. He notices how she begins to move her fingers around in the sand the more she comes through to her senses.

It's when her eyes drop from his and trace down his body, and to the object in his hand that her eyes focus in, narrowing, her lips parting, that he sees the panic course through her body, her face, flashing in her eyes.

Those perfect eyes widen, vivid green and lively as ever that she realizes exactly what he has in his hands. And it's when she screams and begins to scramble that he slams both his hands over his ears and his teeth are clenching together that he remembers exactly how annoying Sakura Haruno can be.

-

Sakura can't feel the courage in her chest, her bare chest that is presented to the boy she's spilled her heart out to and has always had feelings for, and now she's presented in front of him, half naked. She doesn't know what to think, or do, but she wraps her arms around herself, concealing her breasts from his hungry eyes.

"What the hell!" She chokes out, coughing lightly as her brows knit themselves together.

She knows damn well she shouldn't yell at him, knowing that Sasuke is a criminal, but she also knows that he wouldn't do anything too rash to hurt her. Or would he? He mirrors her look, brows pressed tightly against one another as he brings his hands away from his ears. Her shriek probably would've attracted enough attention, and she knew that he'd reprimand her for that.

"Shut up, Sakura."

He begins their day by ordering and bossing her around, great.

Then it all begins to come back to her. She's sitting outside, in one of the most beautiful places she's ever seen and she's covered in filth, while Sasuke Uchiha stands in front of her with his sandals removed and they're outside. Not in the hideout. Where everything was on fire and quickly filling up with smoke.

"What happened?" She asks, her eyes scanning the trees as he fingers brush lightly against her light skin.

"Nothing that concerns you. Get washed up, you're filthy," his face doesn't change, but his tone does. It's light, soft as a feather and Sakura can hardly hear it over the running of water. She swallows the saliva from her mouth, moistening the dryness of her throat.

"Then go away," Sakura commands, filling her voice with a hardness much like Tsunade does.

"No."

His refusal baffles her, frustrates her, yet she knows she can't argue with him. He's too stubborn, too stuck in his ways.

Sakura feels her skin crawl from under his eyes, knowing that his Sharingan will remember exactly what she looked like and the thought spreads a furious blush across her cheeks. The heat scorches her skin, sending a wave of fire through her veins and angering her that she would let herself get knocked out so easily. It's at that thought that the quick pulse of pain rides of her spine and ends in the nape of her neck.

Her back colliding with the wall and knocking the breath from her lungs.

Sakura purses her lips before clicking her tongue loudly. Not only would Sasuke give her the privacy that she needed, but she also wanted to heal her back and rid the pain. She couldn't do that if she didn't have her hands available. Instead of arguing further, Sakura stood from her spot and faced away from Sasuke before letting her hands fall from her chest.

The kunoichi inhaled deeply, ridding her mind of the embarrassment and the uncomfortable feeling of Sasuke's eyes on her body as she grabbed the elastic of her spandex and began to peel them from her hips, down her thighs, and kicked them off to the side with a quick flip of her foot. Sakura continued her breathing, focusing solely on the pain in her back, the cool liquid against her toes as she entered the water, and soon, the comforting embrace of the water as she wades to one of the deeper spots of the river.

Once she was in, she could already feel the dirt pulling away from her skin, the water entering each cut and scrape as it cleans each of them out. When she dips her head back, Sakura feels her breasts escape the clutches of the water as her scalp submerges into the cooling embrace, soaking in the relaxation of the calm. When Sakura feels her ears disappear under the surface, she finally feels calm, transparent in a world of hate and constant fighting, she feels free.

Free of her body, free of the hungry eyes that are locked onto her naked body, free of the worry of returning to Konoha.

She could breath.

Once she finished wetting her hair in the river, she finally pulled her hair back from the water, whipping the rose quartz hair forward and creating a bridge of water drops from the body of water, to the sky, creating a glistening and shimmering show made of water.

It was when her hair came to rest over her left eye that she was looking into dark eyes, shimmering with fascination as he watched Sakura with a content look on his face, his hands clenched on either side of his body.

"Look away," she calls from her spot in the water, her arms crossing over her chest once more to conceal the view from Sasuke. The look on his face washed away and was instantly replaced with his usual scowl, but he did as she said and focused his eyes on the birds that jumped against the rocks, plucking and picking at the small bugs that scurried across the rough surfaces.

Sakura went back to scrubbing her body, ridding herself of the sweat and dirt, scrubbing at her scalp and washing the sand, blood and whatever else resided within her thick locks of hair. The matte red that colored the water startled her at first, but she found peace in the way her fingers brushed through her hair, massaging the tension from her body and ridding the filth.

Once the knots of dried blood finally released, Sakura turned her back to Sasuke and began to focus chakra to her hands. It was there that she felt at home, pressing her sore hands to the base of her spine and heating it with chakra, soothing the pain that transpired and reverberated throughout her body as a whole.

The calming and warm sensation created a smile on her face as she continued to concentrate her chakra in her spine, kneading and threading through sore and tired muscles, all while she stood bare in front of Sasuke.

It took Sakura all of five minutes before the chakra flowed freely from her hands and entered her body that she felt the pain lift. She knew it was much harder to heal herself, rather than heal someone else, but once she was finished, she turned to Sasuke who was now watching her with brooding eyes.

She could only smirk, knowing that he watched her the entire time she bathed herself in the clear river.

"Are you done?" He snapped before inching towards her.

"Yeah... What am I going to wear?" The question startles her, panics her mind.

Sasuke's lips pull into a firm line before he pulls the bottom of his shirt from his pants and slides it over his body, revealing washboard abs alongside well defined pectorals. Sakura feels her body tense up at the view of his amazing physique. Evergreen eyes scan the lines, the contours of each muscle, how his biceps move when he pulls the remaining cloth from his head and holds it out, a smirk painted on his gorgeous face.

"Here," he offers with a sarcastic tone.

She glares now, knowing damn well that she's not playing this perverted game of his.

"You're joking," Sakura says flatly, not amused one bit.

"I'm not," he reassures her, a dangerous flash behind his obsidian eyes.

Sakura grunts, a harsh shade of red filling her face but she refuses to play this dangerous game, refuses to show him more of what he wants. He left her after all, after she promised him a life filled with happiness. She feels her heart flutter in her chest as she replays the memory in her head, pain filling the hole that Sasuke had created when he left her that night.

"I need to talk to you, anyways. Come here," his voice pulled her from her thoughts and created a new tinge of panic within her chest. Her heart pounded against her rib cage, pulsing and sending worry through each vein in her body. He sounded pissed, his voice deep and covered in darkness.

Sakura began to wade through the water, her legs pushing through the current until she had the water resting against her hips, only feet away from Sasuke.

"Closer, Sakura," he warns, and at those words she swallows her pride and builds up her dignity before inching closer to him.

She can see the small smears of dirt on his face now as she stands only inches away. She gathers the soft cloth of his shirt in her arms and pressing it against her chest firmly, letting it snake to cover her hips and conceal her pelvic region. Sasuke's hand stays in the air between the two of them, nearly touching the skin of her arm and when she looks back up to his face, she sees the softness in his eyes.

"I need your help, Sakura."

-

The confusion in her raw and uncut emerald eyes hurts, hurts the iced over heart - or so called heart - in his chest. She says something, but he doesn't hear through the blood rushing to his head and cutting out all the sounds around them; chirping birds, leaves rustling against one another, the calm rush of water nearby.

"Sasuke?"

The shrill tone in her voice brings him back, reminding him of her previous scream not long ago, when she was pure and exposed in front of him.

"You're coming with me," he feels the words leave his lips, filling the space between them. Sakura scrunches his shirt between her fingers as she clenches it tighter within her fist. He can see her knuckles turn white, reminding him of his own bruised knuckles that pulsate with a bit of pain when he thinks about them.

"No," she clicks her tongue with a smug look.

And it's in that moment, that one second, that the world turns from happy go lucky, to fucked.

He has the two of them on the ground, his body on top of hers and pressing her into the sand and water.

And it's in that moment that fear overtakes her expressions, turning that vivid green of her eyes to a matte emerald, glossy with fear and frustration.

Her skin feels amazing against her own, the way her round breasts press against him beneath his shirt, and how her hip bones press against his own. The feeling is exhilarating, enticing, inviting. But the voice within him presents itself once more that day, darkening his mood and reminding him just why he had asked Sakura for her help.

"I'm not asking," Sasuke's voice is hoarse, his breath running across Sakura's skin, causing her to break out in goosebumps. "I'm telling you."

The uneven stutter in her throat entertains Sasuke, making him all too aware that she's still a pawn, still under his spell, still his Sakura. Her looks might've changed, but there's that one thing about her that never changed; her love for the Uchiha.

Sasuke trails a finger up her arm, tracing the goosebumps and leaving more in his wake until he reaches her collarbone, tracing the gorgeous and stunning shape with his dirty finger nail.

She's so fucking beautiful, he yells to himself, but warns that she's not worth it, he's only using her.

Her startled jade eyes are still looking into his, revealing the fear that lies within them, yet he sees a certain softness that she's always had there and it pisses him off. She can do so much better, yet she's still head over heels for a guy that knocked her out and left her behind. When he finishes running his hand across her clavicle, he finds her neck, the pulsing vein there and it's there that he feels the nervous beat.

She's terrified; he's excited.

She deserves the best; he deserves nothing of the sort.

When she swallows, he presses his palm firmly around her slender neck, wrapping strong fingers against the skin there and lavishing in the terrified look that lies within her eyes. He feels guilty, oh so guilty that he finds pleasure in her parted lips and short exhales.

"Sasuke," she forces out as his grip tightens on her throat, promising an unspoken promise.

"Come with me."

For a second, he's lost to the darkness in his heart, trapped in the ice and for a second, it's not him talking. It's that fucking demon that's taken over his body, and now he's comfortable with scaring Sakura, making her feel terrified; forcing her to agree to something she doesn't want. "If you don't, I'll just have to kill you," he whispers quietly, his onyx eyes melting to a deep red.

Their noses are mere inches apart now, and when she nods softly, he releases that capturing smirk of his. Sasuke can only swallow hard, swallow down the guilt of knowing Sakura is still his and no one else's, but it pleasures him, knowing that she's waited for him and she always will wait.

"Good," he whispers, matching the tone of her last words, loving the way she spoke his name last.

He feels the twisting in his stomach when she readjusts, one leg coming up to rest on the side of his thigh while his finger traces up her neck, lining her jaw and coming to rest on her chin. Sasuke notices that Sakura no longer looks scared. Her evergreen eyes shimmer with promise, shimmer with hope, a lightness that he's only seen come from her eyes.

He moves his index from her chin to the outer corner of her lips, lining the bottom with the padding of his thumb now. He presses his forehead against hers, looking deeper into her orbs, through her outer layer and really looking at her.

She's scared, lost in her own mind, yet she's so fascinated with how close he is that she's put her fears and worries aside, and she's consumed with how he's looking at her that she's lost. Lost in this make believe world that he's seen before, been invited to join before, and it upsets him. Upsets him deeply.

"Hey!"

The sudden voice startles him, makes Sasuke jump to his hands, yet his pelvis is still pressed against Sakura's, shielding her from their trespasser.

"I was gone for a hour and you're trying to take a nap?!" It's Suigetsu, fully clothed unlike Sasuke or Sakura now. Sasuke's thankful that Sakura is hidden, rocks and bundles of grass blocking his view of Sakura.

Along with his clothes, is a rather large sword, one that Sasuke's seen before. And in the water user's hands, more clothing.

"Shut the fuck up," Sasuke snarls from his position above Sakura. She's now pulled his shirt to conceal her body, hiding it from the strange human that broke the moment between the pair. Sasuke looks back to her before running a smooth hand through her damp, wavy curls of pink tresses, and leaving his current position on Sakura and hoisting his body up. He grabs his sandals from the shore and walks towards Suigetsu, the white haired shinobi throwing the clothing to Sasuke.

He glances at the particles in his hand, noting that there's a black tank top made for a man, a black, rather tattered obi from a kimono, and a pair of black leggings. He shrugs before sliding the tank on over his head and tucking it into his pants and fastening his rope around his waist.

"I also got these, just in case," Suigetsu pulls the sarashi from his pouch, something else he had found while terrorizing a nearby farm house. Sasuke nods before taking the cloth from his hands and turning his back to slide the sandals on over his sand covered feet.

"Where did the lady go? What's her name? Sak-"

"She's bathing, go wait by the road."

The soft groan from Suigetsu irritates Sasuke, drives him to a darkening mood. "Whatever you say, boss."

Once he feels Suigetsu far enough away, Sasuke returns to Sakura and finds that she's hunched over in the water, ridding her back and hair of sand. Her curves appear through the water's surface, emphasizing the way her slender yet toned body that she now possessed. Sasuke stood on the shore, his dark eyes watching with interest as she would cup the water and pour it lightly down her raised arm.

Sakura moved with such graceful, fluid movements, like she was dancing, yet she was just casually moving. She moved in silence, much like a shinobi should, and Sasuke couldn't help but smirk, clearing his mind and finally seeing that she may just compare and be equal to him some day.

He didn't feel like sticking around, instead he gave her the privacy she yearned. He set the clothing down softly against his shirt - which was laid out on a rock nearby - and rest them there before turning on his heel and heading in Suigetsu's direction.

Sakura's scent still lingered on his skin, invading his nostrils and reminding him just how dangerous this game can be. It was nostalgic, how she smelled. Her scent wasn't as strong as it used to be, more so from their adventure earlier that day, but she still smelled fresh, like fruit, like the flowing water from the water.

Sasuke narrowed his eyes, trying to focus less on Sakura and more at his goal on hand. He found himself growing frustrated, much like he was when he was a genin in Konoha. Frustrated that he was letting Sakura get in his way of his revenge, his goals, frustrated with how pretty she is, how beautiful she is, much like a blooming flower.

Frustrated with the smirk that Suigetsu was giving him now.

"You've totally got the hots for her."

"What did I tell you earlier?"

"Umm-"

"Shut the fuck up," this man reminds Sasuke so much of Naruto that it hurts. Hurts what's left of his heart, stings the back of his mind, and he just knows how stressful the next few weeks, months will be with the endearing Sakura and annoying Suigetsu.

And it pisses him off so much to be reminded of a past that he cut loose, released from his grip, forever to be forgotten.

-

She can feel her fingers tremble as she runs them through her hair, plucking the last pieces of sand from wet, wavy locks and it makes her upset. Upset to know that Sasuke still has that much power over her mind, her heart. Still upsets her that after all the training she had endured, that she was still the little girl that was infatuated with the youngest Uchiha.

Sakura swallows hard, swallows the tears that threaten to prick at the corners of her eyes, swallows the built up emotions, the fear, the love. All of it, she swallows it down to the pit of her stomach where it can rot and be forgotten about for the remainder of the day.

What does he even want with me, she thinks to herself, frustrated with the fact that he's never wanted anything to do with her before. But now, now he wanted her help, wanted her to come along.

Or else he would kill her.

The dark look in his eyes frightened her, the way his pupil clouded over with an eerie yellow, his lower water line rimmed with a red, until she could see the rubber band snap within him. Something awoke from behind those precious, deep, dark obsidian eyes, and it frightened her.

This wasn't Sasuke.

This was that fucking curse mark that Orochimaru had placed on him three years ago; the demon within.

Sakura cupped one last ounce of water in her hands before splashing it against her face, ridding any tears that might've escaped from the corners of her eyes. Washing away the misery that lined her eyes, the sadness that formed her frowning lips.

When she finally finished wading through the water and saw that there were more clothes than just Sasuke's long sleeve shirt, she felt at ease. She made quick work of the outfit, knowing exactly what would go where.

Sakura slid the sarashi on first, adjusting it to a comfortable place and then sliding the long sleeve over her head. It smelled of smoke, alongside the deep scent of Sasuke. She consumed the smell, becoming intoxicated on a how a damn human being can smell so inviting and comforting, yet be one of the most scariest and dangerous humans in the world. Her body swam in the shirt, her shoulder hanging out a bit, while most of her body was revealed in the front. She shook it off though, knowing this was better than her torn and useless clothes from earlier.

Next came the leggings, and finally the obi. She found it odd that Sasuke would give her this of all things, but she figured it would be better than traveling around naked with not only Sasuke, but whoever he was talking to before he pushed away from her body. Once she placed the obi in it's position, she readjusted Sasuke's shirt a bit, having it hang lightly over the tied obi, yet still bringing out the curves and round of her body.

She felt that she looked all right.

Finally, her boots slipped on and everything felt right. Everything except...

"My fucking headband!"

Frustration swept through her body, alongside it, disappointment. She searched the area around her, finding her old set of clothing and found that the corners were frayed, burnt, stained from blood and soaked with sweat. The stench made her nose crinkle, and she was thankful that Sasuke made her bathe now. A slight wave of embarrassment took over, but she shrugged it off. Sakura tied her kunai holster firmly around her thigh, knowing that she would find a weapon to place in it soon enough.

The last thing she needed was a medical pouch, the familiar bag that wrapped around her waist, carrying the supplies that she was familiar with.

"Let's go," the sudden voice of Sasuke startled her, causing her to turn around.

He now had a black tank top, a large slit running down the middle, much like the long sleeve she now had on. His onyx eyes scanned her new look, an approving smirk presenting itself against his lips. Sakura couldn't help but meet his smirk with a glare.

She hated him for giving her an ultimatum, hated him for asking for her help - telling her that she'll help him - but most importantly, she hated him for acting so casual and so into her, when before he never wanted anything to do with her.

"Right," she mumbled softly to herself, trying to reassure her mind that she would escape.

Escape and return to Konoha, even if it killed her.

Even if she did love Sasuke, this wasn't the kind of help that she wanted to give him. He wanted help with something dark and the only help that she wanted to provide, was the help to return him back to the light, return his mind back to being pure and innocent.

He was lost in the darkness, lost to a demon; Sakura could be the light, could be his guidance from the Hell that he'd placed himself in.

As if, the thought doesn't even lift her mood, only drags her down further as she follows him from the greenery and face to face with the individual from earlier.

"Nice to see you're alive and not dead," he says with a sly smile and nod of the head.

Sakura smiles her fake smile known by many, but recognized by none. She can only nod, the depression from within eating away at the core of her body, reminding her just how upset, just how low she had become the past years, and this was something she never would've expected.

And as if she never would've thought she'd be following a shark like man, alongside Sasuke, through a beautiful forest, colored in vivid greens, dark blues, soft yellows and welcoming oranges.

As if.

#sasusaku #ss fanfiction #sasusaku fanfiction #sasuke uchiha #writing #glass heart #ronan rae

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Where it Happened - ItaSaku - Grey’s Anatomy AU

@beyondthemoor, who got me yet again obsessed with her Grey’s Anatomy AU. If you haven’t read, you can find it here: “Grey’s Anatomy”

Also here: “Grey’s Anatomy - part ii-ish?”

(Originally titled ‘ Heartbeat’)

Part I (here)    Part ii    

Where it Happened ItaSaku Rated T-ish

Adrenaline was making the blood roar in Sakura’s ears. Her heart was pounding almost painfully against her ribs, but she ignored it in favor of focusing on the patient open on her table. It was a race against the clock, a fight to keep the tear in her patient’s aorta from rupturing and causing further, fatal damage.

“Dammit! Give me another clamp,” Sakura ordered.

She held her hand out for the tool but her emerald gaze never wavered from the tear she could see threatening to widen in the major artery. With practiced ease, she worked quickly to slow the bleeding before she held out her hand for the stitch that would hopefully keep the artery closed until the patient could receive a new valve.

The first suture was strong but the rest were refusing to hold and she cursed again as she did her best to keep herself and the bleeding under control. One slight mistake, one slight change in her patient’s current condition and they would end tonight in the morgue rather than the ICU.

“Will someone please explain to me what exactly my patient is doing on your table.”

His entrance had gone unnoticed with the desperation of her situation, but there was no denying the icy undertone and smooth, cold fury in Uchiha Itachi’s voice. Sakura glanced up briefly to meet the dark, hard gaze of her boss. He was glaring at her over the surgical mask he held to his nose and mouth but their contact quickly broke as she called for another clamp and resumed her attempted stitching.

“I paged you three times,” Sakura returned, her tone even but relaying her impatience at his delay. 

“He was not scheduled for surgery until the morning,” he said. His tone made his authority very clear and she felt her heart beat just a little harder.

“I know. But your patient’s heart started dissecting during an MRI and I can’t get these stitches to hold, so if you’re done pouting at me, I could really use your hands.”

Tense silence met her words. She could feel Itachi’s glare burning into her, but she ignored him as she worked as quickly as she could. The patient was losing blood faster than they could restore it. She needed help and she needed it minutes ago.

Eventually she heard him move. “Let me scrub.”

“You don’t have time.”

She looked up again to meet his gaze as she did her best to silently relay the seriousness of their patient’s condition. He held her gaze for only one heartbeat before he turned to the nurse next to him, his fingers already tying his mask in place. “Gown.”

In seconds, Itachi was gowned, gloved and across the table from her as he took in the damage before him. His experienced eyes were able to trace the line of tearing in the artery and the suturing Sakura had been attempting and failing. He heard her growl quietly in the back of her throat as her latest stitch was unsuccessful.

“Suction,” he ordered.

He accepted the small tube from the scrub nurse and worked quickly to clear as much blood out of the way for her as possible. To his surprise, however, Sakura didn’t continue to suture; instead she set her needle down as she paused.

“If you are unable to finish, let me take over,” he said sharply.

She merely held up a bloodied glove at him. “I’m thinking. Give me a second.”

“This patient does not have a second.”

But she seemed not to hear him as she gazed thoughtfully over his shoulder, her green eyes dancing back and forth as she mentally weighed her options. He was about to take over for her when she glanced at the scrub nurse. “Do we have nylon stitches?”

“Yes, doctor.”

Her eyes brightened with the answer. “Good. I need it.”

The nurse quickly got to work making it ready for her, but Itachi’s gaze only narrowed at the doctor across from him. “Nylon stitches do not hold for long in a heart.”

“I know,” she said, returning her gaze to him. “But this aorta can’t handle steel sutures in its current condition. Every time I throw a stitch, it tears. I’m going to have to double-up.”

His brow furrowed thoughtfully as he returned his gaze back to the task at hand. It was possible she could get the sutures to hold with a double stitch, but she would have to work fast in time to keep the nylon from breaking and to prevent further tearing of the valve. They had already wasted enough time.

“You complete the nylon suturing and I will follow behind you with the steel,” Itachi said, gazing up at her.

Sakura’s brow arched curiously. “Can you throw a left-handed stitch?”

He was on the wrong side of the table to be able to use his dominant hand, but he merely smirked at her behind his mask as he shot her a challenging look. “Can’t you?”

Her eyes narrowed in amusement, but their contact was broken as she accepted the nylon stitch from the scrub nurse. Itachi handed off the suction to another assistant before he too took up a suture, and together the pair got to work. ## A soft sigh escaped Sakura as she rubbed at her shoulder absently. She tried not to slouch on the bench provided in the Attendings’ Changing Room, but after heading such an intense, high-energy surgery, she couldn’t help the slight hunch of her back as her body came down from the adrenaline high.

It had been a long night. She needed water, food and sleep – all in that order. The soles of her feet ached, but she was used to the pain and almost welcomed it, knowing that the soreness meant that her energy had been well-spent attempting to save the lives of complete strangers.

“Nice work in there, Haruno.”

Glancing towards the doorway, she found Itachi leaning against the frame, his arms crossed loosely and his expression calm but otherwise unreadable. He easily stood an entire head over her and nearly took up the entire doorway. The gown he had worn in the operating room was gone, leaving him in the dark blue scrubs that identified him as an attending. It showed off his lean form. He was muscular but not overly so, and she tried not to notice how the coloring of the material accentuated the long, raven-colored hair he had pulled back in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck or how it brought attention to his striking, obsidian gaze.

He had come to work for their hospital nearly a week earlier and though he was the new Head of Cardio and her new boss, they’d had little interaction since he had started. It turned out her best friend and an attending in general surgery, Yamanaka Ino, had been right. He was stunningly gorgeous. Even more so without that cool demeanor all the nurses kept chatting about.

She could only assume the rumors of him being a Cardiac Genius were true as well. There had been gossip about his many achievements over the years, and though she hadn’t yet had time to confirm or familiarize herself with his history, if half of it were true, she knew there was a great deal she could learn from him. It wasn’t every day that a member from the legendary Uchiha family came to their hospital.

“Thanks,” Sakura smiled tiredly as she fought her yawn. She must have been going on hour thirty of her shift.

“A heart dissection is very hard to catch and even harder to prevent,” Itachi murmured. His voice was low with the lateness of the hour but it easily carried across the room to her. “If I may inquire, how many cases have you seen in the past?”

She frowned thoughtfully at his line of questioning and shrugged. “Somewhere around thirty.”

“And how many have you saved?”

It was a moment before she answered. “Including the one today, two.”

Her answer weighed heavily in the room. They were both well-versed in cardiac conditions and knew the high fatality rate of the surgery they had just performed. It was even more extraordinary they had come out successful given the obvious exhaustion etched into Sakura’s face, and Itachi felt a sudden swell of respect for the young doctor in front of him.

He had spoken to her in passing only a handful of times since the beginning of his employment within the hospital and though he had heard the rumors of her skilled hands and quick-wit, he had chosen to reserve his judgments about her until he had witnessed them himself. He was pleased to find the attending lived up to the stories.

“I received a call some hours ago from UNOS,” he said, recapturing her attention. “They have a heart for the critical patient upstairs. It should be arriving in the morning. Would you care to join me in the OR at 0800?”

As all surgeons did, she perked up at the invitation of a high-profile surgery and the slight slouch to her shoulders straightened as a smile spread across her face. “I’d love to.”

“Excellent. Get some rest and I will see you in the morning then.”

Pushing off the doorway, Itachi turned to leave only to pause as one last thought occurred to him. “Oh, and Haruno?” She glanced up at him expectantly, her smile still lingering. “Speak to me like that in an OR again and I will bench you for a month.”

Her excited expression vanished. She wanted to point out that he was the one who was late in responding to an emergency page as she battled an impossible surgery but she bit her tongue as she met his gaze with hard, emerald eyes. She said nothing.

With a single nod, he turned away. “See you in the morning.”

He then exited the room, but not before he heard her annoyed mutter: “Ass.”

His steps faltered, but he didn’t turn back to her as he made his way to the surgical board. It wasn’t until he was halfway down the hall that he realized a smirk had taken up residency upon his face.

Normally Itachi would not have let such a remark made by one of his subordinates go so easily, but he had been quite impressed with her work today and he found her unwillingness to bend to him refreshing from his previous attendings, all of whom had either worshipped the ground he walked on or steered clear of him like the plague. It seemed there was more to Haruno Sakura than her pink hair and cheerful smile, and so he would allow her to get away with her insult; but he was going to thoroughly enjoy pushing her to her limits.

to be continued...

#itasaku #itachi #sakura #my writing #heartbeat #grey's anatomy au #ga au #sorry if any of this is not medically accurate #as you might have guessed #i did not go to medical school #i pretty much did like thirty minutes of research #because i just wanted to write #so just go with it #will most certainly return to this in the future #because who doesn't love these two asses??

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Beautiful Nightmare - SS Fanfiction

#ss fanfiction #sasusaku #uchiha sasuke #haruno sakura #naruto au #meapwrites