Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Always A Secret ❯ Stand Still ( Chapter 2 )
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By: Sakure of Snow 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.31.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 156 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Psychological / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 03.31.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 156 | Status: Work In Progress
woke up to something soft pressing against her face and something solid pressed against her body. Rubbing her eyes, she saw that it was the maroon pillow she got for Gaara’s birthday and Gaara himself holding her close. His eyes looked back at hers, searching for any sign of distress that threatened more tears. When he was sure there was none, he lavished her with gentle kisses, rubbing her back and caressing her face, wiping away the remnants of past tears.
“How long have I been here Gaara? What time is it?”
“Ten in the afternoon. You were out of it for hours. I found you wandering around the park, just walking. I’m just glad I found you before anyone else did.”
Narumi pushed away from him a little and sat up, pulling her bare legs up to her chest.
“My mother will be so upset with me. No, she’ll be pissed. I should have never brought it up; that secret was supposed to die with me.”
“No, you should have told me who the bastards were so they could die with it.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to go down with them. They aren’t worth a strand of your hair.”
“And they aren’t worth tears Narumi, much less one. If I ever have the chance of meeting any one of them, I won’t kill them, but I will make sure that when I get done, they will wish it.”
Narumi drew her legs in tighter to her body, wanting to get off the conversation.
It was just that painful.
Sakura brushed her hair at a slow pace, immersed in deep thought. She didn’t notice the door opening or the arms that wrapped around her waist until they lifted her off the ground.
“Wha- oh! Itachi! What that necessary?!”
“Ah, so the mistress is touchy!”
“Future mistress of this house yes. You would do well not to let Sasuke catch you doing that.”
Itachi embraced her tighter, moving in on her mouth until it was mere inches from his, “And what if I do not care about what my brother would think? The world would be a better place if we learned to share our toys.”
“Itachi don’t! I do not want to give off the wrong impression to the staff. Or my future husband for that matter.” Sakura pushed him away, “Besides, I would not so lower myself to be with a man that thinks nothing of using the word ‘toys’ to describe women!”
Itachi looked at her with a sinister smirk, “Then allow me to lower you for you.”
He then seized her arms and slowly pulled her down to the floor. Sakura struggled against him, but couldn’t be free of his iron grip.”
“Come on Sakura, noone’s around. We can even be quick about it.”
“Itachi no! Stop it!”
“You know you want to. Come on, it’ll be our little secret.”
“ITACHI!”
After watching her struggle and scream for a while, he reluctantly let her go.
“It’s not nice to turn down something offered. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”
“You’re a sadistic bastard Itachi.”
“I know.” He got up to feet and began dusting off his suit, “Your sister however, is quite the sadist herself. A wiry young bit of girl, isn’t she?”
“…You wouldn’t!”
“What? Bed the little girl? Why not? Age doesn’t matter to me in the slightest.”
Sakura glared at him, but he brushed it off.
“Just an innocent thought my dear. Now get yourself cleaned up and looking presentable!” Itachi patted her back as he went to exit the room, “You look like a rich man’s whore.”
Sakura` threw her hand mirror at the door, shattering it easily.
That Itachi always baited her. Never sweet words or complements, but constant goading and sexist remarks. She would have to keep him away from her sister at all costs.
“I saw Itachi leave a few seconds ago. Did you to have a go again?”
Sakura glanced at him before reaching for the brush again, “You know him; he just had to pick at me before he went on his merry way. You two are nothing alike.”
Sasuke smiled at his bride, “I thank you for the compliment. We are worlds apart. While I desire the best in the world, he goes for the convenient.”
Sakura grimaced, but continued with her brushing, “What do you think of my sibling?”
Sasuke cocked his head, a smile spreading across his lips, “Oh yes, the little minx from dinner. I think she was a rather extraordinary girl. Wild and uninhibited; no wonder the Gaara fellow took a liking to her.”
“Yes, she is the lively sort, but I don’t think that you are the only one who has caught on to her behavior. Itachi seemed to have quite the Lolita complex.”
“She is his type of lady. Young, lively, rebellious, and a virgin. Or course the latter need only apply with the really young ones. Are you afraid that he will steal your sister’s innocence? If you are, you have cause for alarm.”
“I know, but you know your brother. She will not be able to fight him. Not even you can subdue him.”
“What can I do? I will try my best to protect her.”
“Do what you can. Narumi isn’t completely dense. I just don’t want her in a spot that will complicate matters. She couldn’t bear the strain and with the way our family is now” Sakura sighed, “They won’t be able to stabilize her.”
“That is why I am here Sakura,” Sasuke wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, “I will be both you and Narumi’s rock.”
Narumi and Gaara both got up a little later. A little late to them meaning late at night.
“There you two are! I was waiting all day for you to come out of the raccoon’s den! You guys must be hungry.”
“Something light Temari, I don’t want Narumi falling over from dizziness.”
“She’ll fall over from dizziness from eating too light. Now be a good little brother and sit down, I’ll get you guys something to eat!”
The two did what they were told, Narumi laughing at Gaara’s exasperated expression.
Temari was a twenty-five-year-old student of the local college. She kept living at home, thinking that her younger brother might need some supervision. Kankuro, their twenty-four-year-old brother had long since left, going on to fight in the army.
They hadn’t heard from him for six years.
“So what brings you here to our humble abode Narumi? Had a squabble with your parents again?” Temari set down a bowl of hot soup in front of her, “What is about you and Gaara again?”
Narumi looked down at her wringing hands, “Isn’t it always? My mom and I made a scene right in front of Mr. High-and-Mighty and his brother.”
“So Sakura had him over? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. Why your parents would let such people in their house is beyond me.”
“Search me too! I just don’t trust that boy! Something about him makes my skin crawl…”
Temari put a bowl in front of Gaara then sat down at the table, “I don’t like him either. But if Sakura loves him, then who am I to object? As long as she’s happy.”
“Happiness…..Sometimes the price is too high even for that. But if Sakura doesn’t, then I guess ignorance is bliss, ‘cause I’m sure as hell not going to tell her.”
“I think you should babe.”
“It’s only a feeling Gaara. Not much to go on.” Narumi ate some soup, allowing the hot liquid to scald her throat, “No, I’ll let her go on and make her own messes, but that doesn’t mean I won’t help her when the need arises. She is my sister; I would never abandon her.”
“That’s about all we can do nowadays. If we hold everyone’s hands through life, then they’ll never learn. We just have to take it one step at a time.”
Temari gave Narumi a good-natured smile before returning to dishes in the sink.
Gaara laughed into his soup, “You two sound like old women.”
It was then Narumi’s turn to laugh when an iron skillet missed Gaara’s head by inches.
Iruka paced the master bedroom, waiting to hear the sound of a car pulling in.
The suspense was killing her. She knew she got a little carried away last night, but she hoped that it wasn’t too far. She hadn’t seen him this mad since the incident seventeen years ago.
It was nothing short of ugly.
If it weren’t for Sakura and the arrival of Narumi, Iruka was sure the marriage would have fallen like a house of cards.
“Please tell me that it’s not too late. Tell me that this can be fixed…...”
She had been praying like that for hours now, not leaving her pacing to shower or eat. She was too wired and too out of it to focus on such mundane things.
Brrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg…
Iruka jumped at the sudden noise, clutching at her heart. She rushed to the phone, hoping against hope that it was her Kakashi.
“Hey babe.”
Her heart froze, then dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces.
“How long have I been here Gaara? What time is it?”
“Ten in the afternoon. You were out of it for hours. I found you wandering around the park, just walking. I’m just glad I found you before anyone else did.”
Narumi pushed away from him a little and sat up, pulling her bare legs up to her chest.
“My mother will be so upset with me. No, she’ll be pissed. I should have never brought it up; that secret was supposed to die with me.”
“No, you should have told me who the bastards were so they could die with it.”
“I wouldn’t have wanted you to go down with them. They aren’t worth a strand of your hair.”
“And they aren’t worth tears Narumi, much less one. If I ever have the chance of meeting any one of them, I won’t kill them, but I will make sure that when I get done, they will wish it.”
Narumi drew her legs in tighter to her body, wanting to get off the conversation.
It was just that painful.
Sakura brushed her hair at a slow pace, immersed in deep thought. She didn’t notice the door opening or the arms that wrapped around her waist until they lifted her off the ground.
“Wha- oh! Itachi! What that necessary?!”
“Ah, so the mistress is touchy!”
“Future mistress of this house yes. You would do well not to let Sasuke catch you doing that.”
Itachi embraced her tighter, moving in on her mouth until it was mere inches from his, “And what if I do not care about what my brother would think? The world would be a better place if we learned to share our toys.”
“Itachi don’t! I do not want to give off the wrong impression to the staff. Or my future husband for that matter.” Sakura pushed him away, “Besides, I would not so lower myself to be with a man that thinks nothing of using the word ‘toys’ to describe women!”
Itachi looked at her with a sinister smirk, “Then allow me to lower you for you.”
He then seized her arms and slowly pulled her down to the floor. Sakura struggled against him, but couldn’t be free of his iron grip.”
“Come on Sakura, noone’s around. We can even be quick about it.”
“Itachi no! Stop it!”
“You know you want to. Come on, it’ll be our little secret.”
“ITACHI!”
After watching her struggle and scream for a while, he reluctantly let her go.
“It’s not nice to turn down something offered. Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”
“You’re a sadistic bastard Itachi.”
“I know.” He got up to feet and began dusting off his suit, “Your sister however, is quite the sadist herself. A wiry young bit of girl, isn’t she?”
“…You wouldn’t!”
“What? Bed the little girl? Why not? Age doesn’t matter to me in the slightest.”
Sakura glared at him, but he brushed it off.
“Just an innocent thought my dear. Now get yourself cleaned up and looking presentable!” Itachi patted her back as he went to exit the room, “You look like a rich man’s whore.”
Sakura` threw her hand mirror at the door, shattering it easily.
That Itachi always baited her. Never sweet words or complements, but constant goading and sexist remarks. She would have to keep him away from her sister at all costs.
“I saw Itachi leave a few seconds ago. Did you to have a go again?”
Sakura glanced at him before reaching for the brush again, “You know him; he just had to pick at me before he went on his merry way. You two are nothing alike.”
Sasuke smiled at his bride, “I thank you for the compliment. We are worlds apart. While I desire the best in the world, he goes for the convenient.”
Sakura grimaced, but continued with her brushing, “What do you think of my sibling?”
Sasuke cocked his head, a smile spreading across his lips, “Oh yes, the little minx from dinner. I think she was a rather extraordinary girl. Wild and uninhibited; no wonder the Gaara fellow took a liking to her.”
“Yes, she is the lively sort, but I don’t think that you are the only one who has caught on to her behavior. Itachi seemed to have quite the Lolita complex.”
“She is his type of lady. Young, lively, rebellious, and a virgin. Or course the latter need only apply with the really young ones. Are you afraid that he will steal your sister’s innocence? If you are, you have cause for alarm.”
“I know, but you know your brother. She will not be able to fight him. Not even you can subdue him.”
“What can I do? I will try my best to protect her.”
“Do what you can. Narumi isn’t completely dense. I just don’t want her in a spot that will complicate matters. She couldn’t bear the strain and with the way our family is now” Sakura sighed, “They won’t be able to stabilize her.”
“That is why I am here Sakura,” Sasuke wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the cheek, “I will be both you and Narumi’s rock.”
Narumi and Gaara both got up a little later. A little late to them meaning late at night.
“There you two are! I was waiting all day for you to come out of the raccoon’s den! You guys must be hungry.”
“Something light Temari, I don’t want Narumi falling over from dizziness.”
“She’ll fall over from dizziness from eating too light. Now be a good little brother and sit down, I’ll get you guys something to eat!”
The two did what they were told, Narumi laughing at Gaara’s exasperated expression.
Temari was a twenty-five-year-old student of the local college. She kept living at home, thinking that her younger brother might need some supervision. Kankuro, their twenty-four-year-old brother had long since left, going on to fight in the army.
They hadn’t heard from him for six years.
“So what brings you here to our humble abode Narumi? Had a squabble with your parents again?” Temari set down a bowl of hot soup in front of her, “What is about you and Gaara again?”
Narumi looked down at her wringing hands, “Isn’t it always? My mom and I made a scene right in front of Mr. High-and-Mighty and his brother.”
“So Sakura had him over? Sounds like a recipe for disaster. Why your parents would let such people in their house is beyond me.”
“Search me too! I just don’t trust that boy! Something about him makes my skin crawl…”
Temari put a bowl in front of Gaara then sat down at the table, “I don’t like him either. But if Sakura loves him, then who am I to object? As long as she’s happy.”
“Happiness…..Sometimes the price is too high even for that. But if Sakura doesn’t, then I guess ignorance is bliss, ‘cause I’m sure as hell not going to tell her.”
“I think you should babe.”
“It’s only a feeling Gaara. Not much to go on.” Narumi ate some soup, allowing the hot liquid to scald her throat, “No, I’ll let her go on and make her own messes, but that doesn’t mean I won’t help her when the need arises. She is my sister; I would never abandon her.”
“That’s about all we can do nowadays. If we hold everyone’s hands through life, then they’ll never learn. We just have to take it one step at a time.”
Temari gave Narumi a good-natured smile before returning to dishes in the sink.
Gaara laughed into his soup, “You two sound like old women.”
It was then Narumi’s turn to laugh when an iron skillet missed Gaara’s head by inches.
Iruka paced the master bedroom, waiting to hear the sound of a car pulling in.
The suspense was killing her. She knew she got a little carried away last night, but she hoped that it wasn’t too far. She hadn’t seen him this mad since the incident seventeen years ago.
It was nothing short of ugly.
If it weren’t for Sakura and the arrival of Narumi, Iruka was sure the marriage would have fallen like a house of cards.
“Please tell me that it’s not too late. Tell me that this can be fixed…...”
She had been praying like that for hours now, not leaving her pacing to shower or eat. She was too wired and too out of it to focus on such mundane things.
Brrrrrriiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg…
Iruka jumped at the sudden noise, clutching at her heart. She rushed to the phone, hoping against hope that it was her Kakashi.
“Hey babe.”
Her heart froze, then dropped to the ground, shattering into pieces.