Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Caught part two; Redemption ❯ chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

(long chapter, and lemon! Please review)

 

 

“YOU CAN'T DO THIS!” Homura, who only had his wrists tied together in front of him, started doing seals.

 

“Sakura” Tsunade called in almost an amused pleasant voice.

 

Homura started to grow. His limps stretched, his body bulked out. His skin turned hard and brown; like rock. He swept his arm up in a large arch bringing it down toward the hokage, who just sat there, a smile on her face.

 

Sasuke twitched, ready to move, but Kakashi's hand held him still. The Uchiha glared at his former sensei. Did he really want his Hokage smashed by some criminal?

 

“Just watch” Kakashi's eyes trained on the large rock arm swinging down toward the hokage.

 

Suddenly a pink flash flew by stopping on top of the desk. The arm stopped four inched from the hokage's head.

 

Sasuke's eyes widened a fraction, then went back to their normal indifference, trying to hide his shock. Sakura crouched on the desk, in all her glory, holding the giants rock arm up with one of her own. A glare set on her face.

 

“Your treason knows no bonds!” Sakura screamed before using the rock arm to pick the large man up. Taking a step she swung around and threw the man off the building and onto the ground at the base of the cliff that had the hokage's faces carved into it. The weight from the heavy body crushed the desk under her feet.

 

All was quiet as the rock retreated back into the old man. He way face down unconscious on the ground, a small moan escaping his lips.

 

Sasuke's eyes stayed on Sakura as she stumbled in a graceful fashion from the pile of wood that was once the desk. She bowed to the Hokage -who was shaking her head at her now pile of wood- and started to walk back to her previous position. Her strides and body posture lacked any sense of arrogance.

 

“Good one Sakura!” Naruto called from his place. “Though I still think you could have done better” he teased.

 

Sakura turned her playful glare on the blond. “You wanna test that theory?!”

 

Sakura raised her fist.

 

Naruto shuttered and ducked.

 

“Not now” Tsunade interrupted. “Neji, close his chakra paths and bring him to the hospital. Sakura back in line. Lee, I need a new desk immediately. Danzo, step forward”

 

Due to Lee's speed and strength, a new and very similar desk was placed in front of the Hokage at an exceptionally speed.

 

“Thank you Lee” Tsunade nodded once.

 

Lee saluted. “Thank You Lady Hokage” He bowed before returning back to his post guarding the ROOT, earning a high five from Gai along the way.

 

“Danzo, you are being charged with the same accusations as the Elders. Do you have anything to say at your defense?”

 

Danzo smirked. “No”

 

“Then your punishments may be the same” Tsunade frowned.

 

“Lady Tsunade, I have evidence to present on a different offense than the one dealing with the Uchiha” Shikimaru stepped forward, three crates, stacked up on each other were in his arms. Files and odd papers filled them.

 

Neji eyed the genius. Where the hell did he pull those from?

 

Danzo turned to look at the young genius that was making with way toward the Hokage, barely able to see over his cargo.

 

“You went through my files?” Danzo nearly growled.

 

Shikamaru placed the crates at the right corner of the desk. “With your arrest these documents are now the property of the Hokage”

 

“You little shit” Danzo spat.

 

“It appears, lady Hokage, that Danzo has been sending out teams from the ROOT to assassinate, steel, and even start wars.”

“WHAT!?!” Tsunade stood, banging her hands on the desk. The wood creaked dangerously.

 

“Most of the files are still in the office, but these should be enough to understand the depth of his doings” Shikimaru sighed. “From just these files alone he is responsible for 431 Assassination, the war that would have broken out between Wind and Tea if it weren't for Gaara, and the theft of many invaluable items including the Fourths Chakra sword and clan scrolls containing special jutsu's. Items that were the property of Jiraiya until his death and now belong to Naruto.”

 

Silence once again took over. No one dared to move. No one dared to speak.

 

Tsunade glared at Danzo.

 

“Give me my fathers sword!”

 

All eyes turned toward Naruto, who was defiantly fuming. Taking a few steps toward Danzo, Lee and Neji moved to stand in front of the angry blond.

 

Confused villagers stood below.

 

“Naruto calm down. I will see to it that you will receive the sword that is rightfully yours.”

 

Stepping around her desk, Tsunade faced the villagers. “These are your options. The elders will be stripped of their titles and forced to live with rejection and shame, place in prison, or put to death. Danzo will either be placed in prison or sentenced to death. The polls open in one hour. You will have until three pm to cast your votes. I will be back at 6 with the verdicts. As for the members of root, they will be temporarily band from any ninja activity and places in a rehabilitation program which Shikimaru will have on my desk by tomorrow afternoon.” Tsunade smiled wickedly, knowing the genius would get the hint.

 

Shikimaru sighed heavily somewhere behind her.

 

“Thank you for your patience!” Tsunade bowed respectfully to the villagers and turned around to walk towards Sasuke. Being that she was a few inches shorter she had to look up at the Uchiha. “What will you do if the villagers choose not to kill them?”

 

His eyes, hard and void. “What makes you think they wont be put to death?”

 

Tsunade shook her head. “Just making sure you wont betray us if things don't go your way.”

 

“Hn”

 

#$%^&*()(*&^%

 

This wasn't right!

 

He paced.

 

Realizing what he was doing he stopped immediately. Taking a seat on the end of the building, the medical clinic, he rubbed his eyes.

 

It was now five. The polls were being tallied up.

 

The wait was killing him.

 

Why was he waiting anyway? Uchiha's shouldn't have to wait!

 

He could do it now. Koharu was currently sitting in a jail cell for short-term use. It wouldn't be too hard to get in there, not for him. He could easily slip into the guards minds and walk right past them, without them even noticing. Granted his eyes would burn for a few days, but it would be worth it.

 

Homura was unconscious in a hospital bed. Not the honorable thing to do, but he was running out of options. He could sit in the shadows and wait for the geezer to wake. It shouldn't be long now.

 

The window to his room was two widows down and four over. No one would notice. They would suspect him, but he could do it in a way that would make them guess otherwise. Maybe a suicide. People would believe that after the trial.

 

The sun had just begun to set. He could wait until the verdict to make sure, and if they were being spared then he would kill them, but he didn't have that patience. They were in his grasp. He could do it now and be out of the village before anybody noticed.

 

That's what he should do. Avenging his clan was the top priority. Nothing else matter.

 

When the time came to revive his clan then he would deal with the consequences of his actions. Any girl would beg to be his wife.

 

Though it would be hard to find a girl he would consider worthy or baring his children. Strong blood was needed for making strong children.

 

Standing he walked along the roof until he reached the column of windows `his' window resided in.

 

The wind blew through his hair as he looked down, calculating the best way to get to the window.

 

Looking around he noticed that the villagers and ninja's appeared to all be at the tower waiting for the verdict.

 

There were no witnesses.

 

“Sasuke”

 

Except her.

 

This was really getting irritating. Didn't she know when to leave him the hell alone?

 

“I know what you are planning”

 

Apparently not.

 

“I wont let you”

 

Turning around slowly, mainly for dramatic affect, he glared his best Uchiha glare at the annoying pink haired girl.

 

“This doesn't concern you Sakura”

 

Was there really anything he could say to make her leave? No not really. She gained the stubborn streak her old master had.

 

“Let me decide what concerns me Uchiha”

 

There she went again with that last name thing.

 

Luckily for him, she was wearing clothing that hid her `valuables'. She wore her normal read dress, with slits up both sides and tight black Capri's under it. A black belt wrapped just above her hips. Her right leg had the same weapon pouch wrapped around it. A decent sized medical pouch attached to the back of her belt. Her hair, pink and shiny, blew in the breeze, kept in place with the Konoha headband.

 

And the same black high-healed shoes the Hokage wore.

 

He, on the other hand, wore the same black pants and long sleeve shirt, his sword strapped to his back with a single piece of leather. His Konoha headband secure around his head.

 

“You know, if you do this you will have to leave the village for good.” Sakura's teasing voice confused the Uchiha.

 

Which he'd never admit to!

 

He was a genius!

 

He didn't say anything. It was pointless.

 

“Poor Naruto would be so upset.” She placed her arms behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heals. “He made Hinata wait to plan the wedding until he could kind you and drag you back so you could be his best man. He didn't even care if you had to be chained down, as long as you were there.” She started to giggle.

 

Best man?

 

“He's getting married to Hinata?”

 

He didn't mean to ask but his curiosity got the better of him. He finally noticed the shy Hyuuga! It only took a few more years than the average person.

 

Her really was a dead last!

 

“Yes he is. Hinata and him live in an apartment a few blocks away” her rocking stopped at his blatant curiosity.

 

It wasn't like him to be so interested in Naruto and his doings.

 

“The Hyuuga clans let her leave with him?”

 

“Not exactly” Sakura shook her head. “She left the clan to be with Naruto. She handed the reins over to Neji”

 

“Hn”

 

He didn't know why he cared. Just the feeling of being in his home village again he was sure.

 

Maybe it was just the idea of the head of the Hyuuga clan giving the position to a branch member. There had to be some feuds over that. Some blood shed maybe. Was it possible for the curse to be taken off a branch member once placed on?

 

He leaned over the end of the building again. He could knock her out then go after the old man. No one would find her until he was gone. Taking a look around, he noticed that the roof was covered in sand. Why, he wasn't sure. It wasn't the first time he saw that. Probably something to do with moister, or keeping the temperature regulated a little better.

 

There was a door that led back down in the middle of the area.

 

He could knock her out and leave her just inside the door.

 

Good idea.

 

He turned on her. Grabbing his sword he started to unsheathe is slowly, once again for dramatic event.

 

“I do not want to hurt you, but I will if you stand in my way”

 

She frowned, falling down into another fighting stance, this one slightly different then the ones he had seen so far.

 

Was she crazy? Challenging one of the strongest Uchiha to ever exist?

 

Keeping in mind that she had some kind of super strength he began to form a plan that kept him at a distance.

 

His speed, the godlike that he was known for, didn't mean anything when fighting an opponent with the same ability.

 

To bad Sakura was one of them.

 

His sword faced the wrong way, causing him to attack with the dull edge of his sword instead of the sharp. It didn't matter anyway because after he landed the punch to her face, she used the leverage to fall down and push her foot up, kicking the blade from his hand. She was indeed strong, for the blade shot across the roof, and the courtyard below, and stuck almost to the hilt in a tree.

 

He flowed the sword as if sunk into the tree like butter and began wing back and forth.

 

He smirked in amusement.

 

Facing her, he noticed the small trickle of blood running down her chin and the swelling starting on her cheek.

 

He watched her right hand glow blue as she brought it to her face, healing her injury and wiping away the blood.

Ok, now that was cheating.

 

At least he knew that he couldn't really kill her. She'd heal herself, a very useful ability.

 

He didn't need to hold back.

 

The battle began.

 

He'd punch, she'd block.

 

She'd kick, he'd block.

 

He went in for a kick, she grabbed his leg and swung him around, slamming him into the sand covered roof. Using his free leg he kicked her hard in the stomach, forcing her to let go and back a few steps.

 

Standing he wiped off the sand that coated half of this face.

 

His shoulder throbbed.

 

He now stood three or so feet in front of the door.

 

She charged, kicked him in the stomach, a strike he didn't even try to dodge, forcing him back against the door.

 

She ran in for the finishing punch.

 

Moving his head, her fist crushed through the door.

 

Taking her by the neck he pushed her away from the door, and to the ground. He held her to the ground tightly, by her neck, while straddling her hips. Her eyes were closed tight as her face started to turn red from lack of oxygen.

 

He waited for her to open her eyes. Just a few more second and he would have her under his control. He could feel his Chakra filling his eyes.

 

All she had to do was look him in the eyes and he had her.

 

Even if she didn't open her eyes she would pass out soon anyway.

 

He really didn't understand why this always seemed to happen to him where she was concerned. It was as if just being around her made his senses dull just enough for her to take him off guard.

 

Or maybe she was just that good.

 

He would give her that.

 

He barely blinked and he was on his back, her straddling him, her death grip holding his arms down, leaving him no way to push her off.

 

Well shit!

 

Uchiha's didn't loose to woman!

 

A hot woman…who was straddling his waist…and breathing hard…which made her body rock against him in the slightest of torture.

 

Oh god!

 

She barely moved, but he could feel it.

 

Memories of her taste and the feel of her around him flooded his mind.

 

HE PUT THOSE IN A MENTAL LOCK BOX FOR A REASON!!!

 

He could feel himself harden.

 

It wouldn't go unnoticed for long.

 

She stiffened.

 

Yep!

 

He forced down the blush.

 

Uchiha's didn't blush!

 

“Sasuke?” Her confused, yet slightly excited, voice seemed to echo through his head.

 

He didn't know what to say. What could he say?

 

Her hold on him loosened, from what he assumed was shock.

 

He started to sit up, her going with him. Her lower reigns rubbing against his; quickly hardening member.

 

He flinched at the feeling.

 

It didn't go unnoticed.

 

A look of wonder stretched across her face and she rubbed herself against him, this time on purpose.

 

He flinched again, this time glaring at her.

 

Was she teasing him? Did she have to be curious NOW? He had people to kill!

 

He was now sitting up, her straddling his waist.

 

Their faces inches form each other.

 

Her warmness pressing against his now fully erect member.

 

Sweat started to form over his body.

 

Kill who?

 

Her eyes suddenly changed. Their clear green suddenly turned into a murky aroused…he didn't even have a name for it.

 

Since when was she the sex kitten?

 

He gulped, hoping she wouldn't notice.

 

She rubbed against him again.

 

He shuttered.

 

He needed to get away right now, before he couldn't stop himself.

 

His goal was to throw her off and make a run for it, but of course that couldn't go as planned.

 

She may not have had her death grip on him, but it was still extremely tight.

 

Catching her off guard, he threw her to the side, preparing to go the opposite direction, when he didn't.

 

His body went with hers.

 

Damn her grip.

 

And her aroused shocked face.

 

And the warmth of her woman.

 

And the fact that he was between her legs… AGAIN!

 

Fuck!

 

He was afraid to move.

 

His member ached with need.

 

Her body twitched under him as she looked up into the sky with her eyes wide and mouth gaping.

 

He could only bite his lip when she twitched. The moan wanted to escape.

 

Her back slightly arched against his. By the look on her face it wasn't an action she had control over.

 

The grip that held him to her was now gone. Instead now she dug her fingers into the sand.

 

Fuzziness started to take over his mind as he tried to fight it back, but it was to no avail. He had the opportunity to move. To push himself off of her, but it didn't seem like he wasn't able to.

 

One of his hands were placed on either side of her head. His lower region pressed up against her, even though it didn't need to be anymore, not that it needed to be in the first place. It was an accident!

 

But the thought that made him stay right were he was, was her body arched up against his. Even more memories flooded him mind. Of her legs around him. How is felt to push her against the tree. How soft her skin was. The feel of her breasts.

 

His breath became shallow as he clenched is eyes shut.

 

What the hell did he think he was doing? He needed to get the hell out of there and hide. Fuck killing the elders and Danzo right now. He could wait. After all being an adult and the head of a clan required patients.

 

Yes, patients.

 

Taking a deep breath he started to move away from her.

 

“Sasuke” She moaned.

 

He didn't mean to brush up against her! It just kind of happened when he was trying to move away.

 

She arched further toward him, pressing her heat even harder against him.

 

He could hold in that small moan.

 

“Sa-Sasuke” He opened her eyes finally.

 

They were clear, yet deep. Pleading yet confused.

 

Suddenly a fist made contact with his face. It wasn't hard, barley made his head move, but still shocking nonetheless.

 

“I wont let you kill them.” She panted. Her eyes hardened once again. Her arousal still very much there, but her professionalism slowly coming back.

 

Before he knew what happened she grabbed the caller of his shirt and pulled him down.

 

Their lips met.

 

She pulled back. “This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this” Her words didn't match the movements of undoing her belt, throwing it and the medical pouch to the side.

 

He couldn't think. He wanted this. She wanted this. The fact that they knew it wasn't supposed to happen seem to fuel their desires.

 

Pulling his shirt over his head he threw it somewhere behind him. “Defiantly not.”

 

He couldn't control himself. He wanted to touch every part of her. Wanted to hear her moan his name. Wanted her to subconsciously arch against him in pleasure.

 

Placing his left hand beside her head her leaned over her, pressing his lips to her, immediately demanding access. The kiss was heated, but not rough. Just demanding.

 

Her arms wrapped around his neck.

 

His hands slowly ran up the outside of her thigh, up to the hem of her dress and pushed it up as far as if could go before he needed her help.

 

Her broke the kiss.

 

She arched up, allowing him to push the dress up to the place just below her breasts. Her flat, nicely tones stomach was soft as could be. Softer than he remembered it. Running his hand over it he felt her shiver.

 

Resuming the kiss, his hand began to wander under the bunched material of the dress and her breast binds. A few tugs and they were loose enough to fit his hand under.

 

Traveling across her cheek he made his way down toward her neck.

 

She moaned.

 

He began to massage her breast.

 

She arched into him.

 

Being rewarded with moans and gasps he did anything he could do; any kissing, licking, biting, he did.

 

Feeling his member pulsate with the much-needed attention he pressed up against her, pushing her deeper into the sand.

 

She dug her nails into his back.

 

“We'd get into trouble,” She moaned.

 

He rubbed against her a little faster, clenching her breast a little harder. By now her dress and wrappings were pulled up over the beast he had been caressing.

 

He pulled back and grabbed for the elastic of her capri's.

 

DID SHE NEVER WEAR UNDERWEAR?!!

 

Vile temptress!

 

Pulling them down, he helped move her legs until the material had been flung along with his shirt.

 

Her shoes fell to the ground.

 

Untying his pants he pulled them, along with his boxers, down toward his knees. Leading over her again he fused his lips to hers, kissing with a passion either had yet to experience. The kiss immediately deepened. His arms held himself up enough to prevent himself from crushing her, her hands buried in his hair.

 

He kicked his pants and boxers off the rest of the way, keeping the fiery kiss going.

 

Pressing his member against her woman he shuttered.

 

It was like a sauna down there.

 

He needed her.

 

He needed to feel her.

 

To be in her.

 

Pressing himself between her fold he pushed. Breaking the kiss he buried his head in her neck, gasping at the feeling. She shuttered as he pushed deeper and deeper. A moan escaped his lips as he filled her.

 

“Definitely against the rules” Sakura shuttered.

 

Kissing her neck, he moved to her lips. Between kisses he mumbled, “Never liked rules.”

 

Pulling out, his body tightened with pleasure. Pushing himself back in she nearly screamed.

 

The pace quickened, but not too fast. It was if he was trying to saver the feeling. Their bodies flush against each other.

 

“Deeper” she begged.

 

He pushed into her as far as he could.

 

Her bent right leg instinctively started to rise.

 

He bit her neck.

 

Her moans grew. “Sasuke” he twitched in pleasure. “My leg, higher”

 

Grabbing her leg, behind her knee, he nearly pushed it to the ground.

 

“SASUKE!”

 

He kissed her

 

“Shh, they'll hear”

 

Moving his hand from behind her knee, her leg automatically bent over his shoulder. Placing his hand at the curve where her leg met her hip, he used that to pull her toward him during every thrust.

 

His pace quickened.

 

Moans, gasps, caressed.

 

“Ah, sa-” he began, but never finished.

 

“More” She whispered in his ear,

 

The passion filled moan that caressed his ear nearly made him loose it.

 

His movements became quick, almost desperate.

 

With her leg over his shoulder he was able to reach depths in her neither new existed.

 

She dug her nails into his back and scalp and he kissed her.

 

Their kiss turning desperate as his grip on her leg tightened.

 

Her body shuttered as she pressed her self against him. Her hips pushing upwards in a desperate attempt for more contact.

 

The hand that wasn't holding her leg grabbed the back of her shoulder to keep her in place.

 

Breaking contract with her lips he buried his face in her hair.

 

His body shuttered almost violently.

 

“Fuck” He gasped.