Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Apple Blossom Tea ❯ Intolerable Cruelty ( Chapter 4 )
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By: DudettRin101 
I'm very sorry about the Layout of the story! I have no way of Fixing It!!!
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2008 | Updated On: 07.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 233 | Status: Completed
I'm very sorry about the Layout of the story! I have no way of Fixing It!!!
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.14.2008 | Updated On: 07.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 233 | Status: Completed
Welcome, Readers!!! This is Chapter 1 of 'Apple Blossom Tea' I hope You like it, I know I do!!
This story was NOT written by me. It was written by backlash symphony on FanFiction.Net. I was given Permission By her to post this story. It is, in my opinion, the Best KisamexSakura fic ever written.
Disclaimer: I don't own the story or Naruto!!!!
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WARNING: Sakura's parents have been killed in this chapter. Mention of rape.
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Timeframe: 1 Year After Kisame's and Sakura's First Kiss (Sakura is now 20)
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Sakura always knew she was never going to be anything special.
She always said that the day of her parent's funeral, the sky would be sunny. She refused to think that it would rain. It did.
She was just like the rest of the girls her age, just like the rest of the weak women she fought and trained so roughly to protect.
Beneath that hard and worn shell of strength, power, hope, and skill, the one that brought a proud smile to Tsunade's face and a bright and cheerful feeling to Konoha, the one that young kunoichi like Moegi looked up to because she refused to give into the pressures of society and her occupation, beneath all of that wonder and amazement, the genius and brilliance of such a beautiful woman, underneath all of that she was merely a simple woman, helpless and needy with no one to care for her. She was fragile and weak, a shame and a disgrace to Konoha's gloriously built society.
Sasuke had always been right about her. She let her emotions define her actions.
Because she had already disgraced her family name today by not showing up to the funeral, merely let those who showed up continue on with it without her presence, she had half of the Konoha shinobi searching for her. Honestly, who wouldn't show up at their own parents' funeral?
Someone who was weak.
Someone who was fragile.
Someone who was a failure.
Someone like Sakura.
She had wished to skip the entire funeral completely but she knew she had to make an appearance. She had only been hiding away the past day and a half, something that prompted the search for her. No one had expected their favorite little blossom to suddenly go missing, to take the death so hard. Although no one would have since they couldn't bother to think of everything that she was now missing.
Sasuke had left when she was younger. She had gotten over him.
Sasuke came back halfway to kill her but ended up killing Naruto. He had destroyed her mind nearly completely before disappearing once again.
Sasuke had been the one who had killed her parents on their mission out of Konoha.
She had no one left.
Shinobi rule #25. A ninja never shows his emotions.
As Sakura walked toward the mass of figures in black, her face a pale perfection of emotionless expressions, the rain began to pour. At first it was a light rain, something that no one noticed, but the close she walked to the memorial stone, the heavier it got. People began to look curiously around, but no one noticed her.
"She's a coward."
Sakura froze in her spot, unable to keep moving forward. All of those people there, all of those people mourning over her family, assuming her to be a coward just because she had nothing left? No, no, this was it. She was sick of being the hero, sick of having to always be strong as she watched everyone else crumble at the sight of a broken nail, a lost business, the natural death of a loved one, not the hideous torture of a person who suffered immensely before begging to die until they actually did so. No, they knew nothing.
"A coward?" she asked, stepping forward.
Gasps were heard and people turned around to see if they had actually heard her. People whispered loudly to one another and pointed. Sakura took a look at the woman who had called her a coward. She walked straight towards her, face completely void of any emotions, looking more like a ghost than a human being. Her pink hair was matted to her head, strands sticking to her neck. The woman's eyes widened as Sakura approached her and she began to back up. The crowd of people parted as the woman stumbled back, Sakura keeping her pace slow.
"You say that I am a coward because I decide not to attend the funeral of my remaining family?" she asked calmly, voice also void of any emotion. "I am what you have labeled me because I choose not to witness the reality of loosing what it is that I had left? You have no understanding of what it means to be a shinobi, do you?"
She didn't give the woman time to answer before she continued.
"Of course not. You're sheltered. You wouldn't understand what 'hard work' means even if you worked yourself to death. You stand there and think that a good day is coming home with a little more money than you made the day before. A good day in the shinobi life is coming back to the village without having lost a teammate, or parts of a teammate. You sit and complain about a job you don't like and are free to choose something else, free to quit. As a shinobi, we're a disgrace if we do what you do, looked down upon for being weak, for being pathetic."
Her tone had hardened some and was beginning to get angry, though barely.
"You wouldn't be living the way you are today if it weren't for us. If it weren't for people like me who go against what everyone says, who work harder than the rest to become stronger, to become acknowledged, there would be no Konoha. There would be no economy. No businesses, no nothing for you to brag about. Oh well, someone died from a heart attack. Go cry your eyes out and mope around, get everyone's sympathy and pity and a paid vacation for a few weeks. My parents were murdered protecting this village and as shinobi, we pay a quick respect and move on to the next mission assigned to us.
"There's no time to mope. We don't have that luxury since we're too busy protecting this village and all of you ungrateful people. Here's an example. I lost the man I loved, the one that murdered my closest and only friend for power, attempted to murder me but decided he would rather torture and rape me for 72 hours. I, as a kunoichi abiding by the great Shinobi Laws, was forbidden to shed a single tear. Shinobi rule #25. A ninja never shows his emotions. That applies to everything in life. Emotions equal weakness. Weakness equals death.
"So, I'll say this one more time, and I want you to make sure I've got it right. You stand there and prance around, assuming you know everything about me when you can't even protect yourself, practically begging for my help while I have known more sorrow and sadness and suffering than you could ever dream of, and that makes me a coward? I only have two people left in my life, my parents, who were also killed by the man I once loved, the only people that I had left in this miserable existence that I call life, and because I don't feel like coming to terms with it yet, you dare to call me a coward?"
There was a silence that stretched on for a long time. Sakura held her heavy stare at the woman practically cowering in front of her, gaze unmoving. It was harsh and accusing and Sakura seemed to become impatient.
"You also realize that by calling me a coward, you're calling the Hokage a coward as well," she threw a dark glare at the woman. "Or do you not know what a Hokage is?" she nearly spat.
More moments of silence grew and Sakura became frustrated with the lack of response she was getting.
"Whatever," she sighed, frustrated.
She walked a few steps over to the table of flowers and tossed two flowers no one noticed she had to begin with onto the table. She muttered something under her breath before turning and walking back down the opening the crowd made. She made it a point to stop by the woman.
"Pathetic," she said, obviously digusted, and continued past her onto her way home.
The people that remained didn't bother to help the woman up. Sakura's speech made more sense and they knew the woman deserved worse for what she said. No one noticed the figure that rushed through the field in a blur, heading after Sakura.
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Sakura, soaked and pissed off, not to mention incredibly exhausted and depressed, dropped her keys onto the coffee table in the living room before stripping from her black dress and tossing it into the bathroom sink. She peeled off her wet undergarments and wrapped them into the dress before grabbing a fluffy black towel and drying off. She wrapped it around her and headed to her room to change into a dry set of panties and an oversized dark grey t-shirt that came down to the middle of her thighs. She contemplated putting a bra on but shrugged it off.
"It's too much work," she muttered.
Right now, the situation she was in, was one of those times where ice cream wasn't a girl's best friend. She was now all alone with very little interest in being with people at this moment and she was too tired and depressed to function, yet eerily, equally so much that she couldn't sleep. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood and she whipped around only to see the only person she'd ever dream of seeing leaning against her bedroom wall. Her lips formed a smile before her saddened mind could remind them their owner was incredibly depressed.
"Kisame!" she cried running at him.
He held his arms out and she jumped into the air, wrapping her arms around his neck, his around her back, and her legs snug against his sides.
"God, I missed you!" she whined into his ear, rubbing her cheek against his.
He chuckled softly, loosening his hold on her. Reluctantly her legs released from his waist and her arms slid down to rest on his chest. She looked up at him with a sad expectancy, knowing his next words would be related to the situation she was in. He walked over to the end of her bed, sitting down. She followed the few steps towards him, remaining on her feet in front of him. One of his hands cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheek gently.
"I figured you'd need someone to talk to or whatever it is people do when they're depressed."
Sakura sighed, leaning into his hand and closing her eyes.
"Sai won't be back for another two weeks," she muttered. "I couldn't care less about him."
"Oh? And why is that?" Kisame inquired softly.
Her emerald eyes opened to gaze almost lovingly at Kisame. Her lips quirked up at the corners to produce a gentle smile.
"You're here with me when I need you," she replied equally as softly, a strange look coming to her eyes.
That sentence was left open to multiple interpretations, none of which were incredibly appropriate in Kisame's mind. The look he was receiving from her wasn't one he was sure he liked from someone like her. It didn't match her in any way at all. It was the farthest look from innocent and when she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, he knew that his thoughts were correct. He easily dominated the kiss but nearly jumped when he felt her weight settle across his lap, one leg on either side of him once again.
With a mental sigh he pressed his free hand onto her lower back, pushing her hips harder into his. He heard a soft sound come from the back of her throat before one of her hands burried itself into his hair, pulling his head closer, the other hand grabbing his hand from her face and placing it on her bare thigh. His fingers slowly slid up the smooth skin, the tips pushing the rest of her shirt up as he moved.
His hand reached around her back, one finger pressing against the base of her spine and dragging it up to the back of her neck, eliciting a shiver from the young woman. Her shirt rode up on his arm, revealing her lightly muscled stomach, and another sound was made in the back of her throat as her skin became exposed. She felt his fingers trail across her stomach, pressing against the quivering flesh, his destination clear to her.
Within an inch of the band of her underwear, his hand stopped. His entire body froze. Confused, Sakura pulled her head back slightly and was shocked when Kisame's hands retreated from her body. Eyes widening slightly, she realized he refused to look her in the eye.
"What's wrong?" she whispered, concerned.
He shook his head, hands returning to her body only to lift her off of his lap and onto the bed beside him.
"I'm not going to take advantage of you."
It was a simple answer but he was expecting her to retaliate by becoming angry with him, yelling at him and telling him that he wasn't taking advantage of her, that he was afraid.
She didn't.
He felt her eyes on him, staring at him, making a failed attempt to read him and see what was really going on in his head. Of course he didn't want to stop. Of course he would've enjoyed every second of touching and caressing her beautiful body, but he simply couldn't, not when he knew she was only this eager because she needed to do something that would temporarily halt the pain she was feeling.
"Any other man would've jumped at the opportunity, you realize," she said softly, though her voice held no tones of disgust or hatred or anger.
"Any other man would've been too blinded by the best one-night stand of their lives to realize you didn't really want it to begin with," he countered, turning to look at her.
It was then that he noticed the tears in her eyes, unshed and sparkling. He sighed, hating the fact that he'd made her get this far, but strangely, it didn't disgust him like it would've for anyone else. It didn't make him happy to know he had the power to make someone cry, or get to the point of tears like she was.
"I won't think any less of you, Sakura," he said softly, voice strangely soothing to her. "Go ahead."
She knew exactly what he meant and the tears burst from her eyes, sliding down her soft cheeks. She leaned toward Kisame who turned to embrace her. Her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt as her tears soaked through it. Her body trembled as sobs were shed from her mouth. Kisame knew that with each passing minute, the tears meant more than just the pain of losing her parents. She was crying the tears she'd failed to shed for Naruto, the tears she never let flow from her mental torture with Sasuke. The pain and suffering, the sorrow, it all came out there, and apparently, Kisame was the only one she could trust to cry on and believe his words.
And it was true what he said. He wouldn't think any less of her. He'd think more of her for showing she was still human.
When she spoke again what seemed like an hour later, Kisame nearly felt the need to slap some sense into her stubborn head.
"Shinobi Rule #25. A ninja never shows his emotions." Her voice was one of regret and self-pity.
Kisame scoffed, runing his fingers through her hair.
"Do you think I've ever been one to follow the rules?"
He could feel her lips form a smile against him and he heard the short, but happy, laugh that came from her.
He was the one that could do that.
Outside, thunder began to sound, signaling the beginning of more rain. Sakura hadn't even realized it had stopped, but now it was raining once again and even harder than before. She snuggled deeper into Kisame's hold, his arms tightening around her in response. She felt a sense of longing overcome her and she held onto Kisame tighter than anyone else before him. She didn't want him to be like the rest of the people she was close to. She wanted him safe, regardless of the fact that his job provided just the opposite. She just didn't want to lose him, too.
Sakura always knew she was never going to be anything special.
She always said that the day of her parent's funeral, the sky would be sunny. She refused to think that it would rain. It did.
She was just like the rest of the girls her age, just like the rest of the weak women she fought and trained so roughly to protect.
The only difference now wasn't the fact that it was raining, heavying the burden of depression upon her shoulders.
It was because she knew she would never be able to be with the man she loved.
Kisame.
This story was NOT written by me. It was written by backlash symphony on FanFiction.Net. I was given Permission By her to post this story. It is, in my opinion, the Best KisamexSakura fic ever written.
Disclaimer: I don't own the story or Naruto!!!!
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WARNING: Sakura's parents have been killed in this chapter. Mention of rape.
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Timeframe: 1 Year After Kisame's and Sakura's First Kiss (Sakura is now 20)
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Sakura always knew she was never going to be anything special.
She always said that the day of her parent's funeral, the sky would be sunny. She refused to think that it would rain. It did.
She was just like the rest of the girls her age, just like the rest of the weak women she fought and trained so roughly to protect.
Beneath that hard and worn shell of strength, power, hope, and skill, the one that brought a proud smile to Tsunade's face and a bright and cheerful feeling to Konoha, the one that young kunoichi like Moegi looked up to because she refused to give into the pressures of society and her occupation, beneath all of that wonder and amazement, the genius and brilliance of such a beautiful woman, underneath all of that she was merely a simple woman, helpless and needy with no one to care for her. She was fragile and weak, a shame and a disgrace to Konoha's gloriously built society.
Sasuke had always been right about her. She let her emotions define her actions.
Because she had already disgraced her family name today by not showing up to the funeral, merely let those who showed up continue on with it without her presence, she had half of the Konoha shinobi searching for her. Honestly, who wouldn't show up at their own parents' funeral?
Someone who was weak.
Someone who was fragile.
Someone who was a failure.
Someone like Sakura.
She had wished to skip the entire funeral completely but she knew she had to make an appearance. She had only been hiding away the past day and a half, something that prompted the search for her. No one had expected their favorite little blossom to suddenly go missing, to take the death so hard. Although no one would have since they couldn't bother to think of everything that she was now missing.
Sasuke had left when she was younger. She had gotten over him.
Sasuke came back halfway to kill her but ended up killing Naruto. He had destroyed her mind nearly completely before disappearing once again.
Sasuke had been the one who had killed her parents on their mission out of Konoha.
She had no one left.
Shinobi rule #25. A ninja never shows his emotions.
As Sakura walked toward the mass of figures in black, her face a pale perfection of emotionless expressions, the rain began to pour. At first it was a light rain, something that no one noticed, but the close she walked to the memorial stone, the heavier it got. People began to look curiously around, but no one noticed her.
"She's a coward."
Sakura froze in her spot, unable to keep moving forward. All of those people there, all of those people mourning over her family, assuming her to be a coward just because she had nothing left? No, no, this was it. She was sick of being the hero, sick of having to always be strong as she watched everyone else crumble at the sight of a broken nail, a lost business, the natural death of a loved one, not the hideous torture of a person who suffered immensely before begging to die until they actually did so. No, they knew nothing.
"A coward?" she asked, stepping forward.
Gasps were heard and people turned around to see if they had actually heard her. People whispered loudly to one another and pointed. Sakura took a look at the woman who had called her a coward. She walked straight towards her, face completely void of any emotions, looking more like a ghost than a human being. Her pink hair was matted to her head, strands sticking to her neck. The woman's eyes widened as Sakura approached her and she began to back up. The crowd of people parted as the woman stumbled back, Sakura keeping her pace slow.
"You say that I am a coward because I decide not to attend the funeral of my remaining family?" she asked calmly, voice also void of any emotion. "I am what you have labeled me because I choose not to witness the reality of loosing what it is that I had left? You have no understanding of what it means to be a shinobi, do you?"
She didn't give the woman time to answer before she continued.
"Of course not. You're sheltered. You wouldn't understand what 'hard work' means even if you worked yourself to death. You stand there and think that a good day is coming home with a little more money than you made the day before. A good day in the shinobi life is coming back to the village without having lost a teammate, or parts of a teammate. You sit and complain about a job you don't like and are free to choose something else, free to quit. As a shinobi, we're a disgrace if we do what you do, looked down upon for being weak, for being pathetic."
Her tone had hardened some and was beginning to get angry, though barely.
"You wouldn't be living the way you are today if it weren't for us. If it weren't for people like me who go against what everyone says, who work harder than the rest to become stronger, to become acknowledged, there would be no Konoha. There would be no economy. No businesses, no nothing for you to brag about. Oh well, someone died from a heart attack. Go cry your eyes out and mope around, get everyone's sympathy and pity and a paid vacation for a few weeks. My parents were murdered protecting this village and as shinobi, we pay a quick respect and move on to the next mission assigned to us.
"There's no time to mope. We don't have that luxury since we're too busy protecting this village and all of you ungrateful people. Here's an example. I lost the man I loved, the one that murdered my closest and only friend for power, attempted to murder me but decided he would rather torture and rape me for 72 hours. I, as a kunoichi abiding by the great Shinobi Laws, was forbidden to shed a single tear. Shinobi rule #25. A ninja never shows his emotions. That applies to everything in life. Emotions equal weakness. Weakness equals death.
"So, I'll say this one more time, and I want you to make sure I've got it right. You stand there and prance around, assuming you know everything about me when you can't even protect yourself, practically begging for my help while I have known more sorrow and sadness and suffering than you could ever dream of, and that makes me a coward? I only have two people left in my life, my parents, who were also killed by the man I once loved, the only people that I had left in this miserable existence that I call life, and because I don't feel like coming to terms with it yet, you dare to call me a coward?"
There was a silence that stretched on for a long time. Sakura held her heavy stare at the woman practically cowering in front of her, gaze unmoving. It was harsh and accusing and Sakura seemed to become impatient.
"You also realize that by calling me a coward, you're calling the Hokage a coward as well," she threw a dark glare at the woman. "Or do you not know what a Hokage is?" she nearly spat.
More moments of silence grew and Sakura became frustrated with the lack of response she was getting.
"Whatever," she sighed, frustrated.
She walked a few steps over to the table of flowers and tossed two flowers no one noticed she had to begin with onto the table. She muttered something under her breath before turning and walking back down the opening the crowd made. She made it a point to stop by the woman.
"Pathetic," she said, obviously digusted, and continued past her onto her way home.
The people that remained didn't bother to help the woman up. Sakura's speech made more sense and they knew the woman deserved worse for what she said. No one noticed the figure that rushed through the field in a blur, heading after Sakura.
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Sakura, soaked and pissed off, not to mention incredibly exhausted and depressed, dropped her keys onto the coffee table in the living room before stripping from her black dress and tossing it into the bathroom sink. She peeled off her wet undergarments and wrapped them into the dress before grabbing a fluffy black towel and drying off. She wrapped it around her and headed to her room to change into a dry set of panties and an oversized dark grey t-shirt that came down to the middle of her thighs. She contemplated putting a bra on but shrugged it off.
"It's too much work," she muttered.
Right now, the situation she was in, was one of those times where ice cream wasn't a girl's best friend. She was now all alone with very little interest in being with people at this moment and she was too tired and depressed to function, yet eerily, equally so much that she couldn't sleep. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of her neck stood and she whipped around only to see the only person she'd ever dream of seeing leaning against her bedroom wall. Her lips formed a smile before her saddened mind could remind them their owner was incredibly depressed.
"Kisame!" she cried running at him.
He held his arms out and she jumped into the air, wrapping her arms around his neck, his around her back, and her legs snug against his sides.
"God, I missed you!" she whined into his ear, rubbing her cheek against his.
He chuckled softly, loosening his hold on her. Reluctantly her legs released from his waist and her arms slid down to rest on his chest. She looked up at him with a sad expectancy, knowing his next words would be related to the situation she was in. He walked over to the end of her bed, sitting down. She followed the few steps towards him, remaining on her feet in front of him. One of his hands cupped her face, thumb stroking her cheek gently.
"I figured you'd need someone to talk to or whatever it is people do when they're depressed."
Sakura sighed, leaning into his hand and closing her eyes.
"Sai won't be back for another two weeks," she muttered. "I couldn't care less about him."
"Oh? And why is that?" Kisame inquired softly.
Her emerald eyes opened to gaze almost lovingly at Kisame. Her lips quirked up at the corners to produce a gentle smile.
"You're here with me when I need you," she replied equally as softly, a strange look coming to her eyes.
That sentence was left open to multiple interpretations, none of which were incredibly appropriate in Kisame's mind. The look he was receiving from her wasn't one he was sure he liked from someone like her. It didn't match her in any way at all. It was the farthest look from innocent and when she leaned forward, pressing her lips against his, he knew that his thoughts were correct. He easily dominated the kiss but nearly jumped when he felt her weight settle across his lap, one leg on either side of him once again.
With a mental sigh he pressed his free hand onto her lower back, pushing her hips harder into his. He heard a soft sound come from the back of her throat before one of her hands burried itself into his hair, pulling his head closer, the other hand grabbing his hand from her face and placing it on her bare thigh. His fingers slowly slid up the smooth skin, the tips pushing the rest of her shirt up as he moved.
His hand reached around her back, one finger pressing against the base of her spine and dragging it up to the back of her neck, eliciting a shiver from the young woman. Her shirt rode up on his arm, revealing her lightly muscled stomach, and another sound was made in the back of her throat as her skin became exposed. She felt his fingers trail across her stomach, pressing against the quivering flesh, his destination clear to her.
Within an inch of the band of her underwear, his hand stopped. His entire body froze. Confused, Sakura pulled her head back slightly and was shocked when Kisame's hands retreated from her body. Eyes widening slightly, she realized he refused to look her in the eye.
"What's wrong?" she whispered, concerned.
He shook his head, hands returning to her body only to lift her off of his lap and onto the bed beside him.
"I'm not going to take advantage of you."
It was a simple answer but he was expecting her to retaliate by becoming angry with him, yelling at him and telling him that he wasn't taking advantage of her, that he was afraid.
She didn't.
He felt her eyes on him, staring at him, making a failed attempt to read him and see what was really going on in his head. Of course he didn't want to stop. Of course he would've enjoyed every second of touching and caressing her beautiful body, but he simply couldn't, not when he knew she was only this eager because she needed to do something that would temporarily halt the pain she was feeling.
"Any other man would've jumped at the opportunity, you realize," she said softly, though her voice held no tones of disgust or hatred or anger.
"Any other man would've been too blinded by the best one-night stand of their lives to realize you didn't really want it to begin with," he countered, turning to look at her.
It was then that he noticed the tears in her eyes, unshed and sparkling. He sighed, hating the fact that he'd made her get this far, but strangely, it didn't disgust him like it would've for anyone else. It didn't make him happy to know he had the power to make someone cry, or get to the point of tears like she was.
"I won't think any less of you, Sakura," he said softly, voice strangely soothing to her. "Go ahead."
She knew exactly what he meant and the tears burst from her eyes, sliding down her soft cheeks. She leaned toward Kisame who turned to embrace her. Her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt as her tears soaked through it. Her body trembled as sobs were shed from her mouth. Kisame knew that with each passing minute, the tears meant more than just the pain of losing her parents. She was crying the tears she'd failed to shed for Naruto, the tears she never let flow from her mental torture with Sasuke. The pain and suffering, the sorrow, it all came out there, and apparently, Kisame was the only one she could trust to cry on and believe his words.
And it was true what he said. He wouldn't think any less of her. He'd think more of her for showing she was still human.
When she spoke again what seemed like an hour later, Kisame nearly felt the need to slap some sense into her stubborn head.
"Shinobi Rule #25. A ninja never shows his emotions." Her voice was one of regret and self-pity.
Kisame scoffed, runing his fingers through her hair.
"Do you think I've ever been one to follow the rules?"
He could feel her lips form a smile against him and he heard the short, but happy, laugh that came from her.
He was the one that could do that.
Outside, thunder began to sound, signaling the beginning of more rain. Sakura hadn't even realized it had stopped, but now it was raining once again and even harder than before. She snuggled deeper into Kisame's hold, his arms tightening around her in response. She felt a sense of longing overcome her and she held onto Kisame tighter than anyone else before him. She didn't want him to be like the rest of the people she was close to. She wanted him safe, regardless of the fact that his job provided just the opposite. She just didn't want to lose him, too.
Sakura always knew she was never going to be anything special.
She always said that the day of her parent's funeral, the sky would be sunny. She refused to think that it would rain. It did.
She was just like the rest of the girls her age, just like the rest of the weak women she fought and trained so roughly to protect.
The only difference now wasn't the fact that it was raining, heavying the burden of depression upon her shoulders.
It was because she knew she would never be able to be with the man she loved.
Kisame.