Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Daisuki ❯ Run To You ( Chapter 10 )
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By: DisturbedUsagi 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst / Shoujo | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.14.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 228 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Romance / Angst / Shoujo | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.14.2007 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 228 | Status: Work In Progress
Author’s Notes// Yup so, uh, here we are at chapter 10…YESSS CHAPTER 10! This is my longest running story ever! I’m so proud over myself; I’m feeling a Lee/Gai sensei moment coming on! XD
Disclaimer: Wooopedeedoo.
~~~~~~
And all I have is all of me
And it’s all that I can give
Our disappointed hearts will heal
Our hearts will spill
Over you, Over me, Over this.
~~~~~~
Daisuki; Chapter 10
Run To You
“Sakura, another case came in,” a young nurse popped her head into what seemed to be a break room, the pink-haired medic Nin pausing mid-bite into her apple to look up.
“Uhnover Cahs?” she replied with a mouthful of fruit, the other nurses giggling. Sakura swallowed quickly, her cheeks slightly pink. "Sorry, but, another case?”
The other nurse nodded, “Some of the genin are going overboard in the training areas.”
Some was an understatement; Sakura had already treated 10 training injuries today. Tossing her apple into the bin, she got up from her seat at the table and followed the nurse to the alleged patient’s room, picking up the clipboard from the door disinterestedly. A young boy watched her with a narrowed gaze, taking in her pinned up pink hair and startling green eyes. Her pen tapped against the clipboard before she finally looked up; the first thing she noticed was the boy’s blood drenched sleeve.
“What’s the first thing your instructor told you before he sent you out to the training field?” The kunoichi lifted her chin in disapproval, pursing her lips as she waited for the answer she already knew.
The young genin boy snorted, “Just fix my arm.”
“What did he tell you?” she repeated.
“To not get carried away!” he snipped his reply.
“Hmmm,” Satisfied with his response, albeit angry, she moved to cut away his sleeve; regarding the variety of deep gashes with the same expression she had five patients ago. The genin turned his head to the side, breathing through his mouth so his displeased attitude wouldn’t be swayed by her flowery scent.
Moments later it was if the injury had never been inflicted upon the boy, his eyes drifting over the flawless skin with restrained amazement. He swallowed and got off the table, eyes avoiding her scrutinizing gaze.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
Sakura smirked; this boy was different from the others.
“You’re welcome…” she paused to look down at her clipboard, “Yushiro.” Sakura smiled before pushing him towards the door of the room. “Get back out there and train, just be careful. I can’t work miracles twice in a day.”
Yushiro cast a glance over his shoulder before quickly making an exit, not exactly itching to give the girl a reply. The kunoichi sighed, gaze unconsciously drifting towards the clock on the wall. This had been happening all day. It was nearly four o’ clock and all she could do was wonder what was taking so long. On her way out of the room she dropped the boy’s file on the counter of the hallway’s nurse’s desk, slipping her idle hands in her white coat pockets. A blonde medic nin watched her float by, straightening her glasses as she sat up at the desk.
“Haruno san, are you feeling alright?”
Her sea-green fingernails waved in the air as a dismissal of the inquiry, continuing on down the hallway. “I’m going to find an empty room to take a break. If there’s an actual emergency, come and find me,” she drawled as she turned the next corner. The other medic only raised her eyebrows in puzzlement.
Sakura moseyed the hallway until stumbling upon an empty room, placed conveniently in the quieter area of the floor with a lovely half open window to let in the late afternoon breeze. The soft hospital bed welcomed her with open arms and she obliged the invitation with a heavy flop onto the clean ivory sheets. Turning her head over on the pillow she found another clock staring back at her from the bedside table; she gave it a glare in return before promptly reaching out to flatten its face against the floor. Once more she turned her head and this time her gaze met the parted window, the pearl curtains rippling in a lazy breath of air. With a yawn she felt her eyes begin to flutter shut, pushing away the worried thoughts of Lee as sleep claimed her mind.
“It’s alright if you still love him…” his voice was gentle but the distance between their bodies was tormenting her heart.
“Whatever choice you make, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy,” he continued, “Even if that means I’m alone for the rest of my life.”
She parted her lips to speak, but even as she said his name nothing came out.
“Make sure it’s the right choice, Sakura. I cannot make this decision for you.”
Why can’t I talk to you…?
“All I can do is hope you love me too; sincerely love me, as I do you.”
Why does it always have to be my decision? Tell me you want my love! Demand my affection!
“Won’t you let me love you, Sakura chan?”
It’s not my fault, it’s his!
He was drifting further away from her, his words becoming an echo.
“Your love is mine, or have you already forgotten?”
Hands slid around her waist from behind, steady breathing brushing against the back of her earlobe.
“You can’t deny what you really want, Sa-ku-ra…” his husky voice purred.
LET GO OF ME!!
Naruto brushed the pink strands that had curled into her face away, retracting his hand quickly when he noticed her face had scrunched up into a wince. He sat back on the chair he’d set beside her bed, watching her face in hopes it would relax back into a slumber. His group had finally returned to Konohagakure around dusk, plenty of the medic nins fussing over his obviously nonexistent wounds as soon as Lee and Kiba were hauled off to opposite sides of the hospital. The blonde had managed to slip away from the crowd to look for Sakura when he’d overheard Tsunade say she was on shift.
He stifled a cough and shifted in his seat, cursing when he noticed her expression stir. The kunoichi’s hand slipped over the side of the bed and he caught it effortlessly, staring at the slender, cream-colored fingers curled over his tan, calloused palm. The jinchuuriki felt a tiny squeeze against his hand, looking up to find emerald eyes staring back at him as if he were a mirage.
“Naruto…” she whispered tenderly.
“Daijoubu…” he replied in a similar tone, “You should keep resting, Sakura cha--”
“NARUTO!” Her body was thrown against his, tipping back the chair and they both tumbled onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. The blonde groaned, feeling the back of his head to make sure his skull hadn’t cracked from the fall.
“Sakura, really, I’m a little sore…” he groaned.
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” she croaked, snuggling into his heavily missed warmth. He relaxed against her affection.
The blonde slid his fingers into her now tussled pink locks, picking her head up from his chest. “Don’t waste this on me, Sakura, Lee should be coming out of surgery about now…” he chided.
“Lee…” her eyes widened in the sudden realization. She scrambled to pick herself off the floor, not bothering to unwrinkled her uniform as she raced towards the door; it was nearly ripped off its hinges.
“I’ll see you back at your apartment after the briefing, Naruto!” the girl called back as she sprinted down the hallway, her heels echoing back to the room.
Naruto sighed, moving to get up from the floor and take a seat on the sheets that his former teammate had only just leapt from. They were still warm. His cerulean eyes scanned the bland hospital room, wishing he hadn’t told the girl to leave for more reasons than he would allow himself to admit.
Several nurses called out to Sakura as she ran past, either needed assistance or scolding her for being careless in a hospital. The kunoichi finally began to slow her pace as she reached the emergency unit, the one medic nin not stuck in a surgery sitting at the station desk. Her palms slammed on the counter, startling the other as she jumped in her seat.
“Ha…Haruno san, you scared me!” The older boy stuttered.
“Has Lee come out of his surgery yet?” Sakura immediately inquired.
“Um…” he scrambled for the paperwork that was recently turned into him, sifting through a few folders before finding what he was searching for. “He just came out a few moments ago…he’s been put in room 351--” The boy looked up to find the kunoichi already dashing away, white coat billowing behind her. “Haruno san, please don’t run!” he yelled as he leaned over the desktop, but his demand fell upon deaf ears.
As she came upon 351, she found the door just barely cracked open; she took the liberty of opening and closing it behind her. Leaning back against the entrance, she took in the entire scene before her.
The window was partly open, and crickets in the hospital courtyard could be heard in the distance. With the sheets pulled just up to his chest, Lee lay completely still on the bed, his chest steadily rising up and down. The taijutsu specialist was in a deep slumber, most likely an after effect of the anesthesia or possibly from extreme exhaustion; after all, he’d lost plenty of blood…or so she heard. She took a seat on the conveniently placed chair next to his bed, playing the part Naruto had when she was asleep.
“You said it wouldn’t be a dangerous mission…” the kunoichi whispered to his slumbering form, eyes drifting over his – thankfully – unmarked face. “But I don’t suppose that makes you liar…”
Scooting her chair forward closer to the bed, Sakura laid her head next to his hip, slipping her hand silently over his bandaged one. She listened to his breathing, holding her own every time it took longer than usual for the boy to inhale. The kunoichi squeezed the hand under hers, allowing her lashes to line with moisture but holding back the tears that wanted to flow.
“I can’t give my heart to you yet Lee.” She began as her eyelids started to close. “Please…wait for me…”
It was well into the night before the lotus boy even stirred and despite the mass amount of pain killers he was on, his entire body still hurt like hell. Being careful not to move, he only allowed his eyes to creep open, taking in the dark hospital room with mild bitterness. His head tilted to the side, already beginning to hate that his body was of no use to him at the moment. It was until he saw a familiar head of pink hair beside his body that any sort of happiness washed over him. Slowly his hand turned over, lacing his fingers between hers in the substitute of waking her up since she seemed to be peacefully sleeping.
This was just like the first time she had come to take care of him the hospital, but now she was actually caring for him, and he didn’t exactly know how to take it. In silence he watched her porcelain features, thumb brushing her wrist back and forth until it quelled from his slip back into slumber.
This was the first night since Lee had left that Sakura ceased to have Sasuke in her dreams.
Author’s Notes// HOORAY! LeeSakuuness, yummmm. I’m so glad I have interaction…well, unconscious interaction, but who cares! I’m not sure when chapter 11 will be up….maybe early next week.
Fun with Japanese:D
“Daijoubu…” Basically, “I’m fine” or “I’m okay”. Naruto really cares a lot about Sakura :3
Until next time!
Much love, Usagi.
Disclaimer: Wooopedeedoo.
~~~~~~
And all I have is all of me
And it’s all that I can give
Our disappointed hearts will heal
Our hearts will spill
Over you, Over me, Over this.
~~~~~~
Daisuki; Chapter 10
Run To You
“Sakura, another case came in,” a young nurse popped her head into what seemed to be a break room, the pink-haired medic Nin pausing mid-bite into her apple to look up.
“Uhnover Cahs?” she replied with a mouthful of fruit, the other nurses giggling. Sakura swallowed quickly, her cheeks slightly pink. "Sorry, but, another case?”
The other nurse nodded, “Some of the genin are going overboard in the training areas.”
Some was an understatement; Sakura had already treated 10 training injuries today. Tossing her apple into the bin, she got up from her seat at the table and followed the nurse to the alleged patient’s room, picking up the clipboard from the door disinterestedly. A young boy watched her with a narrowed gaze, taking in her pinned up pink hair and startling green eyes. Her pen tapped against the clipboard before she finally looked up; the first thing she noticed was the boy’s blood drenched sleeve.
“What’s the first thing your instructor told you before he sent you out to the training field?” The kunoichi lifted her chin in disapproval, pursing her lips as she waited for the answer she already knew.
The young genin boy snorted, “Just fix my arm.”
“What did he tell you?” she repeated.
“To not get carried away!” he snipped his reply.
“Hmmm,” Satisfied with his response, albeit angry, she moved to cut away his sleeve; regarding the variety of deep gashes with the same expression she had five patients ago. The genin turned his head to the side, breathing through his mouth so his displeased attitude wouldn’t be swayed by her flowery scent.
Moments later it was if the injury had never been inflicted upon the boy, his eyes drifting over the flawless skin with restrained amazement. He swallowed and got off the table, eyes avoiding her scrutinizing gaze.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
Sakura smirked; this boy was different from the others.
“You’re welcome…” she paused to look down at her clipboard, “Yushiro.” Sakura smiled before pushing him towards the door of the room. “Get back out there and train, just be careful. I can’t work miracles twice in a day.”
Yushiro cast a glance over his shoulder before quickly making an exit, not exactly itching to give the girl a reply. The kunoichi sighed, gaze unconsciously drifting towards the clock on the wall. This had been happening all day. It was nearly four o’ clock and all she could do was wonder what was taking so long. On her way out of the room she dropped the boy’s file on the counter of the hallway’s nurse’s desk, slipping her idle hands in her white coat pockets. A blonde medic nin watched her float by, straightening her glasses as she sat up at the desk.
“Haruno san, are you feeling alright?”
Her sea-green fingernails waved in the air as a dismissal of the inquiry, continuing on down the hallway. “I’m going to find an empty room to take a break. If there’s an actual emergency, come and find me,” she drawled as she turned the next corner. The other medic only raised her eyebrows in puzzlement.
Sakura moseyed the hallway until stumbling upon an empty room, placed conveniently in the quieter area of the floor with a lovely half open window to let in the late afternoon breeze. The soft hospital bed welcomed her with open arms and she obliged the invitation with a heavy flop onto the clean ivory sheets. Turning her head over on the pillow she found another clock staring back at her from the bedside table; she gave it a glare in return before promptly reaching out to flatten its face against the floor. Once more she turned her head and this time her gaze met the parted window, the pearl curtains rippling in a lazy breath of air. With a yawn she felt her eyes begin to flutter shut, pushing away the worried thoughts of Lee as sleep claimed her mind.
“It’s alright if you still love him…” his voice was gentle but the distance between their bodies was tormenting her heart.
“Whatever choice you make, as long as you’re happy, I’m happy,” he continued, “Even if that means I’m alone for the rest of my life.”
She parted her lips to speak, but even as she said his name nothing came out.
“Make sure it’s the right choice, Sakura. I cannot make this decision for you.”
Why can’t I talk to you…?
“All I can do is hope you love me too; sincerely love me, as I do you.”
Why does it always have to be my decision? Tell me you want my love! Demand my affection!
“Won’t you let me love you, Sakura chan?”
It’s not my fault, it’s his!
He was drifting further away from her, his words becoming an echo.
“Your love is mine, or have you already forgotten?”
Hands slid around her waist from behind, steady breathing brushing against the back of her earlobe.
“You can’t deny what you really want, Sa-ku-ra…” his husky voice purred.
LET GO OF ME!!
Naruto brushed the pink strands that had curled into her face away, retracting his hand quickly when he noticed her face had scrunched up into a wince. He sat back on the chair he’d set beside her bed, watching her face in hopes it would relax back into a slumber. His group had finally returned to Konohagakure around dusk, plenty of the medic nins fussing over his obviously nonexistent wounds as soon as Lee and Kiba were hauled off to opposite sides of the hospital. The blonde had managed to slip away from the crowd to look for Sakura when he’d overheard Tsunade say she was on shift.
He stifled a cough and shifted in his seat, cursing when he noticed her expression stir. The kunoichi’s hand slipped over the side of the bed and he caught it effortlessly, staring at the slender, cream-colored fingers curled over his tan, calloused palm. The jinchuuriki felt a tiny squeeze against his hand, looking up to find emerald eyes staring back at him as if he were a mirage.
“Naruto…” she whispered tenderly.
“Daijoubu…” he replied in a similar tone, “You should keep resting, Sakura cha--”
“NARUTO!” Her body was thrown against his, tipping back the chair and they both tumbled onto the floor in a tangle of arms and legs. The blonde groaned, feeling the back of his head to make sure his skull hadn’t cracked from the fall.
“Sakura, really, I’m a little sore…” he groaned.
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” she croaked, snuggling into his heavily missed warmth. He relaxed against her affection.
The blonde slid his fingers into her now tussled pink locks, picking her head up from his chest. “Don’t waste this on me, Sakura, Lee should be coming out of surgery about now…” he chided.
“Lee…” her eyes widened in the sudden realization. She scrambled to pick herself off the floor, not bothering to unwrinkled her uniform as she raced towards the door; it was nearly ripped off its hinges.
“I’ll see you back at your apartment after the briefing, Naruto!” the girl called back as she sprinted down the hallway, her heels echoing back to the room.
Naruto sighed, moving to get up from the floor and take a seat on the sheets that his former teammate had only just leapt from. They were still warm. His cerulean eyes scanned the bland hospital room, wishing he hadn’t told the girl to leave for more reasons than he would allow himself to admit.
Several nurses called out to Sakura as she ran past, either needed assistance or scolding her for being careless in a hospital. The kunoichi finally began to slow her pace as she reached the emergency unit, the one medic nin not stuck in a surgery sitting at the station desk. Her palms slammed on the counter, startling the other as she jumped in her seat.
“Ha…Haruno san, you scared me!” The older boy stuttered.
“Has Lee come out of his surgery yet?” Sakura immediately inquired.
“Um…” he scrambled for the paperwork that was recently turned into him, sifting through a few folders before finding what he was searching for. “He just came out a few moments ago…he’s been put in room 351--” The boy looked up to find the kunoichi already dashing away, white coat billowing behind her. “Haruno san, please don’t run!” he yelled as he leaned over the desktop, but his demand fell upon deaf ears.
As she came upon 351, she found the door just barely cracked open; she took the liberty of opening and closing it behind her. Leaning back against the entrance, she took in the entire scene before her.
The window was partly open, and crickets in the hospital courtyard could be heard in the distance. With the sheets pulled just up to his chest, Lee lay completely still on the bed, his chest steadily rising up and down. The taijutsu specialist was in a deep slumber, most likely an after effect of the anesthesia or possibly from extreme exhaustion; after all, he’d lost plenty of blood…or so she heard. She took a seat on the conveniently placed chair next to his bed, playing the part Naruto had when she was asleep.
“You said it wouldn’t be a dangerous mission…” the kunoichi whispered to his slumbering form, eyes drifting over his – thankfully – unmarked face. “But I don’t suppose that makes you liar…”
Scooting her chair forward closer to the bed, Sakura laid her head next to his hip, slipping her hand silently over his bandaged one. She listened to his breathing, holding her own every time it took longer than usual for the boy to inhale. The kunoichi squeezed the hand under hers, allowing her lashes to line with moisture but holding back the tears that wanted to flow.
“I can’t give my heart to you yet Lee.” She began as her eyelids started to close. “Please…wait for me…”
It was well into the night before the lotus boy even stirred and despite the mass amount of pain killers he was on, his entire body still hurt like hell. Being careful not to move, he only allowed his eyes to creep open, taking in the dark hospital room with mild bitterness. His head tilted to the side, already beginning to hate that his body was of no use to him at the moment. It was until he saw a familiar head of pink hair beside his body that any sort of happiness washed over him. Slowly his hand turned over, lacing his fingers between hers in the substitute of waking her up since she seemed to be peacefully sleeping.
This was just like the first time she had come to take care of him the hospital, but now she was actually caring for him, and he didn’t exactly know how to take it. In silence he watched her porcelain features, thumb brushing her wrist back and forth until it quelled from his slip back into slumber.
This was the first night since Lee had left that Sakura ceased to have Sasuke in her dreams.
Author’s Notes// HOORAY! LeeSakuuness, yummmm. I’m so glad I have interaction…well, unconscious interaction, but who cares! I’m not sure when chapter 11 will be up….maybe early next week.
Fun with Japanese:D
“Daijoubu…” Basically, “I’m fine” or “I’m okay”. Naruto really cares a lot about Sakura :3
Until next time!
Much love, Usagi.