Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Comforting Sakura ❯ ch. 2- The Mission ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: lilswtheart9811 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.21.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.21.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto just this story (but I wish I did)
(A/N:) Special thanks goes to my first reviewers Thatreevesgirl and Aylese1989.
A pale strong arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly to him as he ran his tongue over her neck. He smirked as she cried out, "NO! Stop it! I don't want it to be like this!"
His coal black eyes looked upon her in dark amusement, “Awww is it too much for you Sakura?” he laughed. His hand tightened it's grip around her wrist and pushed her to the ground. He sat down on her legs as he held her arms in place above her head.
“You’re hurting me! Sasuke stop!” she screamed.
She had never been so scared in her young life. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as he advanced upon her. She could remember the pain, his laughter as he tore into her but what she remembered most about that night were his dark ahd hateful eyes.
She screamed.
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Sakura woke up covered in a cold sweat. It was just a dream, but it had felt so real. She looked around her bedroom. She could still feel his hands touching her and the lustful way he kissed her. She ran trembling fingers through her hair as she sat up and concentrated on slowing her heart rate down.
She arose from her nest of blankets and placed bare feet on cold hardwood floors. She walked the short distance to her bathroom slowly using the wall as a support system for her frail body. Looking in the mirror did nothing to improve her bruised ego as she looked a great deal less than fantastic.
A shower had been an impossible task after she had been released from the hospital. After Naruto and Kakashi carried the depressed kunoichi to her home, she had wanted nothing more than to sleep and cry. That had been exactly what she had done. Sakura had not eaten much let alone bathed since she had been home. Her hair was tangled and greasy, and she did not smell very pleasant. She had lost a lot of weight over the past days, and her clothes hung loosely over her already small frame like a baby wearing a father's shirt. The face that peered back at her looked sickly, pale, and drawn.
She sighed
She crawled back to her bed after splashing cold water on her face and buried herself underneath the fluffy white feather blanket. She hugged it to herself tightly, trying to forget the dream. She ran her hands unconsciously over the stiches in her lower stomach while her mind replayed the same scene over and over again.
She heard a knock at the door and a loud "Sakura-chan!" accompanied it. She really didn't want to see the number one hyper active ninja right now. He had been by every day to try and cheer her up. He always had something for her whether it was chocolate covered cherries or a beautiful flower arrangement from Ino's flower shop. He cracked jokes or made a comment on how beautiful a day it was outside in an attempt to coax the smile that he loved so much from her lips. As hard as Naruto tried though, nothing could break her free from the death grip depression had over her. She usually just rolled over on her side and ignored him. All she really wanted to do was drown herself in misery and pain. Why couldn't he just understand that?
Naruto came bounding in with a big goofy grin on his face. Damn that extra key! She should have never given him one.
“Sakura-chan! Come outside and see the cherry trees with me they’re beautiful! They are almost the same color as your hair.”
Sakura just looked up at him with her sad emerald green eyes, sighed, and turned over like usual but this time Naruto decided to lie down next to her on the other side. More than anything he wanted to comfort her and tell her it would be all okay, but he wasn't so sure it would be, so he didn't say anything. He wanted to reach over and hug her, but he was afraid to touch her.
She knew he was just trying to help, but he just didn’t, couldn't understand. He had never gone through anything like this before. She just needed some time and space. Naruto stared helplessly at his friend, not knowing what he could do to help her.
He didn't say a word to her as he stared up at her ceiling, he was staring at an interesting crack when he felt her move. She pulled herself up closer to him and rested her head onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair as she began to sob into his shoulder.
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A lovely dinner for two was beginning to cool on Hinata's kitchen table. She looked out of the window in earnest as she looked for blonde tassled hair. Hinata had grown over the years. She no longer stuttered around people and with her elder cousin Neji's help, she had become a great Shinobi. She clasped her hands in excitement as she finally spotted the most important person in her life. Hinata ran from the house and down the pathway. "Naruto-kun!"
Naruto hugged his beatiful Fiancee tightly. Hinata could tell by the look on Naruto's face that the pink haired kunoichi was still not any better.
“Do you think she is going to pull through?”
“I honestly don’t know yet. It is still too early to tell. After all she has loved him for a long time.”
Hinata could relate to Sakura's devotion to the youngest surviving Uchiha. She too had fallen in love with a certain Blue-eyed shinobi at the tender age of twelve. Hinata pulled her golden haired fiancée into a tight embrace. Naruto looked into her eyes and smiled. Damn he was lucky, she was beautiful. Hinata had grown up into a very elegant and beautiful young woman. Her hair was much longer than it had been reaching almost half way down her back. She had soft features and beautiful curves to accompany them. Her Lavendar eyes were known throughout Konoha as a symbol of the Hyuuga clan and therefore a symbol of power. Naruto, however, found only peace and love in those eyes. In her eyes he could see his entire future.
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He chuckled to himself; guys wish they were half as lucky as he was.
He gently kissed the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder and smiled, “Let’s go to bed.”
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Sigh
Sakura supposed she should get up and get dressed.
It had been weeks since she gotten out of the hospital. She had spent most of the time sleeping and moping around. She went out only to get food from the market, but she never stopped to talk to anyone. As she walked by the friendly Konoha market goers she could always hear at least one conversation about what supposedly had happened to her. She would always bypass the guilty party, only to sincerely wish she had said something to them. Why couldn't anyone just keep to themselves? But that was just how the grapevine went she supposed.
She headed back to her small bathroom yawning as she went. She turned on the shower and immediately stepped in. The cool water felt so good to her sticky sweaty skin. The water cascaded down her hair, neck, and back as it transferred from cold to hot. Every muscle in her small body relaxed a little with the heat. She grabbed the cherry scented shampoo and began to scrub her hair vigorously, washing away days worth of grime and grease. As the water rinsed her clean she felt like her troubles were literally going down the drain. She knew this was all just in her imagination though. Sakura knew it would be a very long time before she felt like her old self again. Then again there was a chance she would never be herself again.
“Aaaaaaaa”
It felt so good to be clean. She grabbed a fluffy pink towel and began to dry herself off. After this task was accomplished she wrapped the towel around her body and grabbed another towel to wrap around her soaking wet hair. The color of the towel almost perfectly matched the color of her hair, and it was difficult to tell which was which.
After completely drying off, she wrapped her rather large chest in white bandages to keep them from getting in the way of training. The effort though, was in vain as it only served to push the mounds of flesh higher up. She then walked to her closet and selected a pair of pink panties and her black jounin shorts. She then grabbed a tight red shirt with her family symbol on the back and her shoes. Last but not least she attached her leg guards and weapons holster. Packing some extra wrappings and some water, she stretched her legs and took off.
She had decided that a little running might do her some good as long as she avoided the more heavily populated areas.
After running about ten miles she ended at a sunny clearing near a small creek. She chose this particular spot, because it was out of sight, and she knew she wouldn’t be bothered there. After carefully checking to make sure that no one was around she slipped off her red shirt and waded out into the crystal clear icy water.
It felt refreshing and exhilarating. She washed her face and upon getting out chose a sunny spot to lie out on and dry herself off a little. She felt the sun's warm rays beat down upon her chilled skin causing goosebumps to break out along her body.
As she silently lay there, she started to think back on her last mission. It was the first time she had noticed Sasuke's strange behavior. The mission had been the first assigned to her after making ANBU. She had been so excited at first. This was her big chance to show all of Konoha how much she had grown. When she heard what the mission consisted of, her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. Their mission was to find Orochimaru's hideout and gather information on the goings on there. Sasuke had been assigned to her squad, and she knew that the Hokage was taking a huge gamble by sending him there.
It was an extremely dangerous mission, but she didn't mind going. She had been determined to let all of Konoha know that she would no longer hold anyone back. It was a chance to prove that she was indeed a valuable asset to Konoha.
During the mission, however, she grew worried that something was wrong with Sasuke. He kept to himself more than usual and he refused to look her in the eyes. Sakura couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with him. He was usually moody, but not this moody. He had become so secretive and secluded. She had also noticed how he would disappear for hours at night. She wanted to know where he always went but was too afraid to follow him for fear of what he would do to her if he caught her. Her soulution had been to stick close to him during the day, hoping that he would open up to her eventually.
A few days later, Orochimaru attacked their camp. In a desperate attempt to give them the upper hand, Sakura drew chakra to her fingers then slammed her fist on the ground, creating a massive canyon between her team and Orochimaru. It bought them a little bit of time, but not much. She had drained a good bit of her chakra with that little stunt, and was afraid that she wouldn’t escape this battle with her life. She desperately called out Sasuke’s name while fighting off one of Orochimaru’s men. She killed the bastard but took a kunai to the side. Frantically she looked around for Sasuke, praying that he had not been killed. When she found she could not find him she almost cried on the spot. Where the hell was Sasuke?! Her team put up a good fight but Orochimaru managed to kill three of their men before they safely retreated back to Konoha.
She found out later that Sauske was alive and well. When she saw Sasuke for the first time after the mission she was torn between slapping him and hugging him. She then asked him where he was during the battle. He had told her that he had been fighting off three of Orochimaru’s men on the other side, and couldn’t get to her in time. That had satisfied her for the time being, but now she wasn’t so sure. Another question came to mind when she thought of how their camp's position had been compromised. They had taken every precaution possible. Who had been the mole?
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tell me what you think. should I go on? Please please please review!!!
(A/N:) Special thanks goes to my first reviewers Thatreevesgirl and Aylese1989.
Ch 2: The Mission
“Come on Sakura, I thought this was what you wanted,” he said, “Isn’t this why you’ve been following me around lately?”A pale strong arm grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly to him as he ran his tongue over her neck. He smirked as she cried out, "NO! Stop it! I don't want it to be like this!"
His coal black eyes looked upon her in dark amusement, “Awww is it too much for you Sakura?” he laughed. His hand tightened it's grip around her wrist and pushed her to the ground. He sat down on her legs as he held her arms in place above her head.
“You’re hurting me! Sasuke stop!” she screamed.
She had never been so scared in her young life. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion as he advanced upon her. She could remember the pain, his laughter as he tore into her but what she remembered most about that night were his dark ahd hateful eyes.
She screamed.
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Sakura woke up covered in a cold sweat. It was just a dream, but it had felt so real. She looked around her bedroom. She could still feel his hands touching her and the lustful way he kissed her. She ran trembling fingers through her hair as she sat up and concentrated on slowing her heart rate down.
She arose from her nest of blankets and placed bare feet on cold hardwood floors. She walked the short distance to her bathroom slowly using the wall as a support system for her frail body. Looking in the mirror did nothing to improve her bruised ego as she looked a great deal less than fantastic.
A shower had been an impossible task after she had been released from the hospital. After Naruto and Kakashi carried the depressed kunoichi to her home, she had wanted nothing more than to sleep and cry. That had been exactly what she had done. Sakura had not eaten much let alone bathed since she had been home. Her hair was tangled and greasy, and she did not smell very pleasant. She had lost a lot of weight over the past days, and her clothes hung loosely over her already small frame like a baby wearing a father's shirt. The face that peered back at her looked sickly, pale, and drawn.
She sighed
She crawled back to her bed after splashing cold water on her face and buried herself underneath the fluffy white feather blanket. She hugged it to herself tightly, trying to forget the dream. She ran her hands unconsciously over the stiches in her lower stomach while her mind replayed the same scene over and over again.
She heard a knock at the door and a loud "Sakura-chan!" accompanied it. She really didn't want to see the number one hyper active ninja right now. He had been by every day to try and cheer her up. He always had something for her whether it was chocolate covered cherries or a beautiful flower arrangement from Ino's flower shop. He cracked jokes or made a comment on how beautiful a day it was outside in an attempt to coax the smile that he loved so much from her lips. As hard as Naruto tried though, nothing could break her free from the death grip depression had over her. She usually just rolled over on her side and ignored him. All she really wanted to do was drown herself in misery and pain. Why couldn't he just understand that?
Naruto came bounding in with a big goofy grin on his face. Damn that extra key! She should have never given him one.
“Sakura-chan! Come outside and see the cherry trees with me they’re beautiful! They are almost the same color as your hair.”
Sakura just looked up at him with her sad emerald green eyes, sighed, and turned over like usual but this time Naruto decided to lie down next to her on the other side. More than anything he wanted to comfort her and tell her it would be all okay, but he wasn't so sure it would be, so he didn't say anything. He wanted to reach over and hug her, but he was afraid to touch her.
She knew he was just trying to help, but he just didn’t, couldn't understand. He had never gone through anything like this before. She just needed some time and space. Naruto stared helplessly at his friend, not knowing what he could do to help her.
He didn't say a word to her as he stared up at her ceiling, he was staring at an interesting crack when he felt her move. She pulled herself up closer to him and rested her head onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her hair as she began to sob into his shoulder.
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A lovely dinner for two was beginning to cool on Hinata's kitchen table. She looked out of the window in earnest as she looked for blonde tassled hair. Hinata had grown over the years. She no longer stuttered around people and with her elder cousin Neji's help, she had become a great Shinobi. She clasped her hands in excitement as she finally spotted the most important person in her life. Hinata ran from the house and down the pathway. "Naruto-kun!"
Naruto hugged his beatiful Fiancee tightly. Hinata could tell by the look on Naruto's face that the pink haired kunoichi was still not any better.
“Do you think she is going to pull through?”
“I honestly don’t know yet. It is still too early to tell. After all she has loved him for a long time.”
Hinata could relate to Sakura's devotion to the youngest surviving Uchiha. She too had fallen in love with a certain Blue-eyed shinobi at the tender age of twelve. Hinata pulled her golden haired fiancée into a tight embrace. Naruto looked into her eyes and smiled. Damn he was lucky, she was beautiful. Hinata had grown up into a very elegant and beautiful young woman. Her hair was much longer than it had been reaching almost half way down her back. She had soft features and beautiful curves to accompany them. Her Lavendar eyes were known throughout Konoha as a symbol of the Hyuuga clan and therefore a symbol of power. Naruto, however, found only peace and love in those eyes. In her eyes he could see his entire future.
.
He chuckled to himself; guys wish they were half as lucky as he was.
He gently kissed the soft spot where her neck met her shoulder and smiled, “Let’s go to bed.”
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Sigh
Sakura supposed she should get up and get dressed.
It had been weeks since she gotten out of the hospital. She had spent most of the time sleeping and moping around. She went out only to get food from the market, but she never stopped to talk to anyone. As she walked by the friendly Konoha market goers she could always hear at least one conversation about what supposedly had happened to her. She would always bypass the guilty party, only to sincerely wish she had said something to them. Why couldn't anyone just keep to themselves? But that was just how the grapevine went she supposed.
She headed back to her small bathroom yawning as she went. She turned on the shower and immediately stepped in. The cool water felt so good to her sticky sweaty skin. The water cascaded down her hair, neck, and back as it transferred from cold to hot. Every muscle in her small body relaxed a little with the heat. She grabbed the cherry scented shampoo and began to scrub her hair vigorously, washing away days worth of grime and grease. As the water rinsed her clean she felt like her troubles were literally going down the drain. She knew this was all just in her imagination though. Sakura knew it would be a very long time before she felt like her old self again. Then again there was a chance she would never be herself again.
“Aaaaaaaa”
It felt so good to be clean. She grabbed a fluffy pink towel and began to dry herself off. After this task was accomplished she wrapped the towel around her body and grabbed another towel to wrap around her soaking wet hair. The color of the towel almost perfectly matched the color of her hair, and it was difficult to tell which was which.
After completely drying off, she wrapped her rather large chest in white bandages to keep them from getting in the way of training. The effort though, was in vain as it only served to push the mounds of flesh higher up. She then walked to her closet and selected a pair of pink panties and her black jounin shorts. She then grabbed a tight red shirt with her family symbol on the back and her shoes. Last but not least she attached her leg guards and weapons holster. Packing some extra wrappings and some water, she stretched her legs and took off.
She had decided that a little running might do her some good as long as she avoided the more heavily populated areas.
After running about ten miles she ended at a sunny clearing near a small creek. She chose this particular spot, because it was out of sight, and she knew she wouldn’t be bothered there. After carefully checking to make sure that no one was around she slipped off her red shirt and waded out into the crystal clear icy water.
It felt refreshing and exhilarating. She washed her face and upon getting out chose a sunny spot to lie out on and dry herself off a little. She felt the sun's warm rays beat down upon her chilled skin causing goosebumps to break out along her body.
As she silently lay there, she started to think back on her last mission. It was the first time she had noticed Sasuke's strange behavior. The mission had been the first assigned to her after making ANBU. She had been so excited at first. This was her big chance to show all of Konoha how much she had grown. When she heard what the mission consisted of, her heart sank to the bottom of her stomach. Their mission was to find Orochimaru's hideout and gather information on the goings on there. Sasuke had been assigned to her squad, and she knew that the Hokage was taking a huge gamble by sending him there.
It was an extremely dangerous mission, but she didn't mind going. She had been determined to let all of Konoha know that she would no longer hold anyone back. It was a chance to prove that she was indeed a valuable asset to Konoha.
During the mission, however, she grew worried that something was wrong with Sasuke. He kept to himself more than usual and he refused to look her in the eyes. Sakura couldn’t figure out what the hell was wrong with him. He was usually moody, but not this moody. He had become so secretive and secluded. She had also noticed how he would disappear for hours at night. She wanted to know where he always went but was too afraid to follow him for fear of what he would do to her if he caught her. Her soulution had been to stick close to him during the day, hoping that he would open up to her eventually.
A few days later, Orochimaru attacked their camp. In a desperate attempt to give them the upper hand, Sakura drew chakra to her fingers then slammed her fist on the ground, creating a massive canyon between her team and Orochimaru. It bought them a little bit of time, but not much. She had drained a good bit of her chakra with that little stunt, and was afraid that she wouldn’t escape this battle with her life. She desperately called out Sasuke’s name while fighting off one of Orochimaru’s men. She killed the bastard but took a kunai to the side. Frantically she looked around for Sasuke, praying that he had not been killed. When she found she could not find him she almost cried on the spot. Where the hell was Sasuke?! Her team put up a good fight but Orochimaru managed to kill three of their men before they safely retreated back to Konoha.
She found out later that Sauske was alive and well. When she saw Sasuke for the first time after the mission she was torn between slapping him and hugging him. She then asked him where he was during the battle. He had told her that he had been fighting off three of Orochimaru’s men on the other side, and couldn’t get to her in time. That had satisfied her for the time being, but now she wasn’t so sure. Another question came to mind when she thought of how their camp's position had been compromised. They had taken every precaution possible. Who had been the mole?
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tell me what you think. should I go on? Please please please review!!!