Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Apple Blossom Tea ❯ I do, But Onperate. I' ( Chapter 544501614 )
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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: 1701999987 | Words: 543.6M | Visits: 227 | Status:
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: 1701999987 | Words: 543.6M | Visits: 227 | Status:
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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Text means thoughts belonging to Inner Sakura
Text means thoughts belonging to Sakura
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Timeframe: 2 Years After The Death Of Sakura's Parents (Sakura is now 22)
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Sakura pulled her hands away from her mouth, having reached the absolute end of her final free nail. She had chewed off the ends to all of her nails and was so incredibly tempted to start on her toenails. Hell, she was certainly flexible enough, she could pull it off. She probably would have, too, if she didn't find it so wrong, but at that moment, she was kind of desperate.
'No, no, just stop being a baby!' she scolded herself mentally.
Her bare feet were pacing in her apartment, no sounds in said apartment besides the soft pat of her feet against the wooden floor and the light tapping against her windows from the rain outside. Sakura smiled wryly.
"Isn't it ironic?" she muttered to herself, stopping her pacing to glance at the window.
She was getting married the next day to Sai having agreed to his proposal nearly six months ago. Sakura sighed, groaning slightly as she pressed the palms of her hands to her face. She had sent a letter to Kisame explaing the entire situation to him the next day. It would've taken him maybe two months at most to respond due to missions from the Akatsuki. She waited until three months before sending another letter with nearly the same message as the first one, apologizing that the letter had most likely gotten lost. Another three months passed to the day before her wedding, today.
Still no word.
She could feel the pain more today than the day she said yes. Of course, who was she to think she'd ever be able to have a life with Kisame? Who was she fooling? Just because they'd shared a passionate kiss? Just because he supported her when Sai was cheating? When her parents died and he refused to take advantage of her when she threw herself onto him? Of course they'd never have a life together, so why shouldn't she go after the man she was dating throughout all of this?
You don't love him.
I can learn to.
Sure, and Sasuke will come back and apologize.
He just might.
Sakura sighed heavily, glancing out the window again.
"It's raining the night before the wedding," she muttered. "Lovely."
"Sarcasm won't make it any brighter."
Sakura froze, her heart soaring as the familiar voice floated into her ears. She spun around, a sad smile on her face. Kisame held one equally as sad. He seated himself on her couch, still facing her.
"So you're getting married?"
Her smile died instantly. Forcing chakra into her fingers, she grew the nails back and brought her thumb to her mouth, nibbling on the nail. She resumed her pacing, eyes cast down at the floor. She heard Kisame sigh heavily.
"Then why'd you say yes?"
She stopped and hesitantly turned to face him. Why? Why had she said yes? As if he didn't know or couldn't figure it out already! Besides, although she may have been-
May have been? Still ARE!
-attracted to him, it didn't mean he was more than lusting for her. She was almost positive he harbored no feelings for her.
"I can't have a life with you," she said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
She saw Kisame's eyes nearly bug out of his head. He didn't say anything for a few moments, but when he finally did, his voice was low and somewhat strained.
"Why would you want to?"
Sakura narrowed her viridian eyes at the criminal on her couch, one hand resting on her hip which she jutted out and the other stretched out before her, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"You're actually asking me that?" she queried in disbelief. "Are you for real?"
"Once again, I ask you, why would you want to?" he seemed annoyed now at her lack of a response.
She huffed and crossed her arms across her chest.
"You care about me."
He waited for her to finish but after a minute of silence he realized that was her answer.
"That's it?" he asked, skeptical.
"You know what I'm feeling even if I put up a completely different front," she explained calmly and slowly, though there was a hint of an edge to he voice. "You don't cheat on me when I put all of my faith in you."
Like Sai.
"You don't take advantage of my moods and you don't try to force me into something I'm not ready for. On the contrary, you force me out of it," she added. "Plus, you've got a great sense of humor," she began to walk towards him, "you understand more about the female psyche than most men do," she knelt down before him, sitting on her heels, "and you're comfortable to be around." Her hands reached out to hold his on his lap. "I don't feel like I have to be someone else. It's alright to be weak and it's alright to get dressed with you less than ten feet away," she said this with a smile and a soft laugh.
She made sure to maintain eye contact with him as she spoke.
"I'm only real around you. Not Sai, you."
She slowly got up, leaning forward. He knew what would happen next. Their lips would meet and this time he wasn't sure if he'd be able to be Mr. Considerate. He turned his head away, pushing down firmly on her shoulders.
"I can't, Sakura," he said between grit teeth. "You're getting married in less than ten hours."
The amount of self-control he exerted was brilliant. She was there, ready and willing and devoting herself to him, probably the only woman to do so, and he was declining. He was holding back when he knew it was something that she and he both wanted.
She shoved his hands off of her and pulled his head back to face her, looking deeply into his eyes, fingers gently stroking his cheeks.
"Not if you don't want me to," she said softly, though firmly. "I'll cancel the wedding if you tell me that's what you want."
"What's left of your reputation will be shot," he reasoned.
She gave a harsh sigh, rolling her eyes.
"So what if I care? I have no one left, Kisame! No one to prove myself to! You saw what happened at my parents' funeral!" she said defensively.
He growled.
Growled!
"You have Sai!" he nearly shouted. "I know you want to get married, Sakura! Don't stop it because I feel like watching you suffer! I only want you to be happy!"
Sakura's eyes widened at his words. Her hands dropped from his face and she stood as straight as she could before taking a step back.
"What was the last thing you just said?" she spoke slowly, her voice low.
She heard Kisame swear under his breath as he closed his eyes, realizing the words he'd let slip without meaning to. A ghost of a smile presented itself on her lips.
"And the only one that can make me happy is you."
Sakura held her steady gaze on him. He still refused to make eye contact with her. There was an incredibly awkward silence for the next five minutes as Sakura waited patiently for Kisame to think everything over. When he spoke, she nearly felt her knees collapse from beneath her.
"You'd need to take a test," he mumbled, voice surprisingly low and somewhat dark, full of regret.
Sakura's eyes glistened with unshed tears and she launched herself at Kisame, wrapping her arms tightly around him and showering his face with soft but quick kisses.
"I'll pass it, I'll pass it to be with you!" she said with entirely too much enthusiasm.
So as Sakura agreed to throw away what little existence she had in Konoha, Kisame threw away any resistance he had in crushing his lips against Sakura's.
While Sakura said goodbye to Sai forever, Kisame granted Sakura the best night of her life.
It was a night any honeymooners would envy with a passion, and probably as much passion as the two shared until late that night.
The rain ceased to fall and Sakura was entirely content, no, beyond content, for she was finally given everything she had ever wanted.
Mr. Right and the most pleasurable and perfect first time imaginable.
Heh heh, the other girls would be so jealous.
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!!!!
_________________________________
--
Text means thoughts belonging to Inner Sakura
Text means thoughts belonging to Sakura
--
Timeframe: 2 Years After The Death Of Sakura's Parents (Sakura is now 22)
--
Sakura pulled her hands away from her mouth, having reached the absolute end of her final free nail. She had chewed off the ends to all of her nails and was so incredibly tempted to start on her toenails. Hell, she was certainly flexible enough, she could pull it off. She probably would have, too, if she didn't find it so wrong, but at that moment, she was kind of desperate.
'No, no, just stop being a baby!' she scolded herself mentally.
Her bare feet were pacing in her apartment, no sounds in said apartment besides the soft pat of her feet against the wooden floor and the light tapping against her windows from the rain outside. Sakura smiled wryly.
"Isn't it ironic?" she muttered to herself, stopping her pacing to glance at the window.
She was getting married the next day to Sai having agreed to his proposal nearly six months ago. Sakura sighed, groaning slightly as she pressed the palms of her hands to her face. She had sent a letter to Kisame explaing the entire situation to him the next day. It would've taken him maybe two months at most to respond due to missions from the Akatsuki. She waited until three months before sending another letter with nearly the same message as the first one, apologizing that the letter had most likely gotten lost. Another three months passed to the day before her wedding, today.
Still no word.
She could feel the pain more today than the day she said yes. Of course, who was she to think she'd ever be able to have a life with Kisame? Who was she fooling? Just because they'd shared a passionate kiss? Just because he supported her when Sai was cheating? When her parents died and he refused to take advantage of her when she threw herself onto him? Of course they'd never have a life together, so why shouldn't she go after the man she was dating throughout all of this?
You don't love him.
I can learn to.
Sure, and Sasuke will come back and apologize.
He just might.
Sakura sighed heavily, glancing out the window again.
"It's raining the night before the wedding," she muttered. "Lovely."
"Sarcasm won't make it any brighter."
Sakura froze, her heart soaring as the familiar voice floated into her ears. She spun around, a sad smile on her face. Kisame held one equally as sad. He seated himself on her couch, still facing her.
"So you're getting married?"
Her smile died instantly. Forcing chakra into her fingers, she grew the nails back and brought her thumb to her mouth, nibbling on the nail. She resumed her pacing, eyes cast down at the floor. She heard Kisame sigh heavily.
"Then why'd you say yes?"
She stopped and hesitantly turned to face him. Why? Why had she said yes? As if he didn't know or couldn't figure it out already! Besides, although she may have been-
May have been? Still ARE!
-attracted to him, it didn't mean he was more than lusting for her. She was almost positive he harbored no feelings for her.
"I can't have a life with you," she said as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
She saw Kisame's eyes nearly bug out of his head. He didn't say anything for a few moments, but when he finally did, his voice was low and somewhat strained.
"Why would you want to?"
Sakura narrowed her viridian eyes at the criminal on her couch, one hand resting on her hip which she jutted out and the other stretched out before her, pointing an accusing finger at him.
"You're actually asking me that?" she queried in disbelief. "Are you for real?"
"Once again, I ask you, why would you want to?" he seemed annoyed now at her lack of a response.
She huffed and crossed her arms across her chest.
"You care about me."
He waited for her to finish but after a minute of silence he realized that was her answer.
"That's it?" he asked, skeptical.
"You know what I'm feeling even if I put up a completely different front," she explained calmly and slowly, though there was a hint of an edge to he voice. "You don't cheat on me when I put all of my faith in you."
Like Sai.
"You don't take advantage of my moods and you don't try to force me into something I'm not ready for. On the contrary, you force me out of it," she added. "Plus, you've got a great sense of humor," she began to walk towards him, "you understand more about the female psyche than most men do," she knelt down before him, sitting on her heels, "and you're comfortable to be around." Her hands reached out to hold his on his lap. "I don't feel like I have to be someone else. It's alright to be weak and it's alright to get dressed with you less than ten feet away," she said this with a smile and a soft laugh.
She made sure to maintain eye contact with him as she spoke.
"I'm only real around you. Not Sai, you."
She slowly got up, leaning forward. He knew what would happen next. Their lips would meet and this time he wasn't sure if he'd be able to be Mr. Considerate. He turned his head away, pushing down firmly on her shoulders.
"I can't, Sakura," he said between grit teeth. "You're getting married in less than ten hours."
The amount of self-control he exerted was brilliant. She was there, ready and willing and devoting herself to him, probably the only woman to do so, and he was declining. He was holding back when he knew it was something that she and he both wanted.
She shoved his hands off of her and pulled his head back to face her, looking deeply into his eyes, fingers gently stroking his cheeks.
"Not if you don't want me to," she said softly, though firmly. "I'll cancel the wedding if you tell me that's what you want."
"What's left of your reputation will be shot," he reasoned.
She gave a harsh sigh, rolling her eyes.
"So what if I care? I have no one left, Kisame! No one to prove myself to! You saw what happened at my parents' funeral!" she said defensively.
He growled.
Growled!
"You have Sai!" he nearly shouted. "I know you want to get married, Sakura! Don't stop it because I feel like watching you suffer! I only want you to be happy!"
Sakura's eyes widened at his words. Her hands dropped from his face and she stood as straight as she could before taking a step back.
"What was the last thing you just said?" she spoke slowly, her voice low.
She heard Kisame swear under his breath as he closed his eyes, realizing the words he'd let slip without meaning to. A ghost of a smile presented itself on her lips.
"And the only one that can make me happy is you."
Sakura held her steady gaze on him. He still refused to make eye contact with her. There was an incredibly awkward silence for the next five minutes as Sakura waited patiently for Kisame to think everything over. When he spoke, she nearly felt her knees collapse from beneath her.
"You'd need to take a test," he mumbled, voice surprisingly low and somewhat dark, full of regret.
Sakura's eyes glistened with unshed tears and she launched herself at Kisame, wrapping her arms tightly around him and showering his face with soft but quick kisses.
"I'll pass it, I'll pass it to be with you!" she said with entirely too much enthusiasm.
So as Sakura agreed to throw away what little existence she had in Konoha, Kisame threw away any resistance he had in crushing his lips against Sakura's.
While Sakura said goodbye to Sai forever, Kisame granted Sakura the best night of her life.
It was a night any honeymooners would envy with a passion, and probably as much passion as the two shared until late that night.
The rain ceased to fall and Sakura was entirely content, no, beyond content, for she was finally given everything she had ever wanted.
Mr. Right and the most pleasurable and perfect first time imaginable.
Heh heh, the other girls would be so jealous.