Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Daisuki ❯ Never Let This Go ( Chapter 11 )
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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: 2.7K | Visits: 229 | 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: 2.7K | Visits: 229 | Status: Work In Progress
Run to you, I will run, I will run
I will move right on through
All of these things that I have done
And you’ll take me back, I don’t know why
I want to say I’ll never do it again,
But I can’t, but I will try.
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Author’s Notes// Chapter 11 already? WOOOOW. A lot is written in Sakura’s POV, just a forewarning, and um, you should get a box of tissues, and if you don’t like scary almost rape scenes, I’d turn back now. D:
Disclaimer: wuts a disclaimer, lol?
Daisuki; Chapter 11
Never Let This Go
The first day Lee had popped back into my life, I was rendered speechless…mostly from his appearance, but also from the irony of the situation. An entire year had been wasted to depression, I had pushed Ino farther from me than the time we were children, and I was clinging to Naruto like a lifeline; my one man pity party. Earlier that day I had finally opened up to Naruto, finally admitted why I was hurting so much. I didn’t ask to fall in love with Uchiha Sasuke. That feeling had fallen into my lap like an abandoned gift no one needed or wanted. There might as well have been a warning label on the front: GET OUT WHILE YOU’RE STILL AHEAD. I can honestly say I have no regrets, loving that boy was a part of the girl I am today…a fool with a hopelessly hopeful heart.
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“Sakura, close the books, you’ve been studying since this morning. It’s nearly 5 o’ clock.” Tsunade kicked her heels up onto her desk, leaning back in her chair as far as it would go.
“Aw, come on, I’m nearly to Shizune’s level, another hour or two won’t hurt…”
“Sakuraaaa, please, enough, the little sanity I have left in my mind depends on it,” she groaned, spreading the folder she’d be skimming through over her face for effect.
The younger kunoichi pouted, closing the book just as dramatically before huffing and leaving the Hokage’s office.
“Thank God…” the Godaime sighed with relief, allowing her eyes to slide shut beneath the paperwork.
Sakura checked her watch when she finally reached the streets of Konoha, her suddenly grumbling stomach backing up her Instructor’s argument. Perhaps she had been studying for too long, considering she’d only eaten breakfast and skipped lunch. Changing directions the pink-haired girl found her way into the marketplace, surprised it wasn’t busy at all. Various smells enticed her, but it was a familiar face that caused her legs to move unconsciously towards him.
“Did you come down for dinner too, Sasuke kun?” She asked her former teammate with a genuine smile, never fading even when he greeted her with an indifferent expression.
“I suppose you could say that,” he replied apathetically, shifting the heavy pack hung over his shoulder that the latter hadn’t noticed until now.
“Oh,” the kunoichi tilted her head to the side slightly, “You didn’t mention having a mission coming up when we all had dinner…” She scrunched her eyebrows together in mild confusion, pointing to the knapsack slung over his shoulder.
He sighed, glancing off to the side.
“Sasuke--”
“Sakura let’s go somewhere.” He interjected suddenly, roughly grabbing her hand and pulling her in a different direction.
The girl opened her mouth to object but was caught off guard from their clasped hands, heat rushing to her cheeks. He was walking quickly and she was practically being tugged along, not that she was complaining. They were on the outskirts of the village now, passing quiet family homes with sounds of lively conversations and laughter drifting from their windows. The Uchiha came to a stop in front of a dojo courtyard, pushing open the closed gate and towing the kunoichi inside. Sakura parted her lips to ask just what they were doing there, but before she could speak the latter had spun around and crushed his mouth against hers in a fierce kiss, one the medic nin could only describe as torturous.
Managing to wrestle her lips away, she stepped back from him, emerald gaze quivering.
“Sasuke, I don’t understand…” she whispered.
“That’s what you want, right?” He replied gruffly, closing the distance between them once more. “I’ll give it to you, as a going away present--”
“A going away pres--”
He had her pressed against the courtyard wall now, trapped in another violent lip lock, his fingers curled around her upper arms and pressing into the skin acrimoniously. Sakura made the mistake of gasping, his warm tongue snaking into the cavern of her mouth and rolling against hers. The crickets chirping in the grass below her were deafening, pushing the sounds of his heavy breathing and low groans from her mind; these were things she would never want to remember. His groin was pressed hard into her thigh while one set of fingers tugged down the zipper of her skin-tight crimson vest.
“No, Sasuke…” she hissed mid-kiss, her eyes flying open and revealing her panic.
“Urusei…” he growled back, shoving her harder against the granite wall.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, Sakura thought bitterly. Sasuke was supposed to realize he loved her, and they’d eventually get married, and then finally have children of their own…or at least that’s how it originally played out in the kunoichi’s school girl fantasies. Instead she found herself between a rock wall and a hard Uchiha, hell bent on giving her what she really wanted. In the next moment he had pulled her from the barrier, shoving her down onto the grass, chilled from the night air.
Sakura gazed up at the other, exposed chest heaving while she quickly pulled her knees together as a makeshift obstacle.
“Why are you doing this?” The kunoichi inquired in a shaky voice, tears welling in her eyes.
He loomed over her cowering form, a sneer that was border lining on glare meeting her gaze with what would appear to be an expression of disgust.
“Don’t start playing the innocent girl, Sakura, you’re practically panting,” he snorted, his shadow drifting across her face as he leaned over. “Imagine what Naruto would say if he saw you like this…what he would think.” A smirk fluttered across his lips. “You could be the perfect little slut if you put your mind to it…”
“Sasuke!” She was appalled of the words falling past his lips, expeditiously drawing her arms over her bare chest.
He straightened his form, brushing the wrinkles from their heated session out of his clothes. His onyx eyes scrutinized her, judged her, and tore at her heart in a new form of pain she only experienced with him. The sharingan user had changed since his return from Orochimaru, whom he claimed to have taken care of, but revealed flashes of that viper-like personality from time to time.
“It was a mistake coming back to Konoha.” Sasuke revealed another smirk, finding the now modest girl below him amusing.
“Are you…are you leaving again?” The realization hit her like an epiphany, emerald eyes widening substantially.
“I knew you would understand, Sakura. You were the only one who ever did, right? Could take of me and all of my problems?” He mimicked a tone of empathy before sneering, “Give me a break.”
She shut her eyes tightly, willing away the tears that had already revealed themselves to her tormentor in hopes she wouldn’t appear as weak as she felt.
“Even now you still love me…” He was making a joke out of her feelings; a sob escaped her. “Well, it must be sincere then. Of course, I never doubted your feelings; I just never cared for them. Such a hindrance. Just a foolish girl…”
Sasuke turned on his heel to part from her, Sakura struggling to sit up and watch him retreat.
“I won’t ask you to keep this little event a secret,” he called over his shoulder, “because I know you won’t utter a word to anyone anyway. Not even Naruto…”
“Sayonara.”
That simple farewell rung in her ears as she sat there alone in the empty courtyard, vest open to the evening air; it caused shivers to run down her spine. It was the second time Sasuke had left her, but instead of knocking her unconscious, he’d destroyed her soul and abandoned her like some tattered doll. The kunoichi shakily got to her feet, zipping up her vest while the tears continued to flow down her cheeks in unforgiving rivers.
She wouldn’t have to tell anyone Sasuke had left again, the entire village would know by morning. But the kunoichi was the only one with the privilege of being the first to receive the news.
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I remember Sasuke’s departure most vividly, the days after that have faded into a blur in my mind. The nights without Lee next to me, I’ve noticed, are nights when my dreams are plagued by him and his annoying hold on my heart. I suppose that would make him my protector in more ways than one. I thought about all these things—my last night with Sasuke, Lee’s return entry into my life, the beginning of my seclusion—as I watched his peaceful, slumbering face on that hospital bed. I had nearly lost another person in my life, but that was not uncommon with any shinobi.
I don’t remember the moment I had fallen asleep, but between then and when I finally woke up, I felt his hand respond to mine, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of my lips. A stumble on the other side of the room was what eventually jolted me awake, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the person who’d decided to leave the curtains of the window open. Grumbling I got up from my seat, drawing them closed before another clatter focused my attention elsewhere; my gaze met a determined Lee trying to leave the room.
“Lee!”
He had knocked over a few supplies in the corner of the room, mostly because he was too weak to hold up the weight of his own body. I rushed over to block his exit through the door, narrowing my eyes.
“Lee, you get back in that bed right this second.” I ordered him sternly.
That same shade of obsidian stared back at me, but this gaze was different than the other boy’s, it held the promise of more things to come. He sighed, casting his eyes off to the side.
“Please Sakura san…you know I can’t stand just lying in bed. I have to at least walk around…”
The formality added to the end of my name bothered me, but I managed to hide the sting.
“And if you don’t just lie in bed, you won’t have the strength to walk without a cane for a long period of your life. Bed, now.”
I pointed towards the tangled sheets he’d managed to escape from without awaking me; my serious gaze didn’t waver in the slightest. Without another word he turned to hobble back to the bed, but his left knee buckled and he began to fall to the floor. I reached out to grab him in a sudden reflex, but he only captured my hand and pulled me to the floor with him. I fell against his chest and knocked the wind out of his lungs in the clumsiest of ways that only I could accomplish. Lord; if I didn’t go on a diet I was going to kill this boy. Thankfully he groaned—a good sign that he was still alive—and struggled to sit up, bringing me with him.
“Gomenna…” He winced, sliding his hand to his chest.
“I told you not to exert yourself,” I scolded him as I picked myself off the ground, lowering my hand to take his. “No one ever listens to me…”
Hoisting him off the floor I helped him back over to the bed, setting him down carefully and hoping he’d lie back down; unfortunately he remained sitting and I stood watching.
“Lee…” I felt my eyes beginning to narrow again.
“Just hear me out,” he began softly, fingertips brushing against the back of my hand; I laced my fingers between his almost immediately. He swallowed before he continued, “I would have told you last night, if it had been possible, but I was disappointed that you weren’t the medic nin to show up with Shikamaru…”
“But I--”
“I know, Shizune told me…” he shook his head, a tiny smile creeping onto his face. “I’m not mad at you, I never could be.”
He was talking about the day he left now, about the one moment I had to prove that Sasuke didn’t matter anymore; the moment I threw away. I didn’t want to hear his forgiveness; it was something I did not deserve. Lee leaned his forehead against my chest, releasing my hand to wrap those lean arms around my petite waist, pulling me between his knees. My fingers found their way into tussled raven strands and I kissed the top of his head, already aware of his tears wetting my medic uniform; he was crying for him, for me, for us.
“You came back, Lee kun, that’s all that matters to me…” I whispered through his bangs, lips grazing any open area of his head. “Nakanai de…” my tone mimicked the one he had spoken to me with, uttering the same words that he’d whispered when he had left.
Our lives had become tangled up in each other, every moment I was with him, it would become harder to realize what it would be like if Lee never came back. He knew where my heart was, and he would wait for it to be his, patiently, lovingly. All I could do was soak up every kiss, every hand-hold, every touch, hug, and caress, listen to each word, memorize each expression, and be the reason behind every smile that flashed across his face.
Lee had already given me his heart, and I would carry it with the utmost care, until I had something for him to give in return.
Author’s Notes// Chapter 11, you guys…and so soon! Haha, I had this idea hit me suddenly last night and I just started writing without stopping. Mostly written in Sakura’s POV, only because I enjoy it, and it’s easier to monitor just how her feelings for Lee are developing. Hope you loved it as much as I did :3
Fun with Japanese:3
“Urusei…”Basically it’s a slang version of “Urusai” which by the book is “annoying” but commonly used for “Shut up”.
“Gomenna…”A simplified version of “Gomennassai” which in laymen’s terms would be “Sorry”.
“Nakanai de…”Remember when Lee left Sakura? He said the same thing! “Don’t cry…” Sigh, I love this couple.
Until next time!
Much love, Usagi.
I will move right on through
All of these things that I have done
And you’ll take me back, I don’t know why
I want to say I’ll never do it again,
But I can’t, but I will try.
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Author’s Notes// Chapter 11 already? WOOOOW. A lot is written in Sakura’s POV, just a forewarning, and um, you should get a box of tissues, and if you don’t like scary almost rape scenes, I’d turn back now. D:
Disclaimer: wuts a disclaimer, lol?
Daisuki; Chapter 11
Never Let This Go
The first day Lee had popped back into my life, I was rendered speechless…mostly from his appearance, but also from the irony of the situation. An entire year had been wasted to depression, I had pushed Ino farther from me than the time we were children, and I was clinging to Naruto like a lifeline; my one man pity party. Earlier that day I had finally opened up to Naruto, finally admitted why I was hurting so much. I didn’t ask to fall in love with Uchiha Sasuke. That feeling had fallen into my lap like an abandoned gift no one needed or wanted. There might as well have been a warning label on the front: GET OUT WHILE YOU’RE STILL AHEAD. I can honestly say I have no regrets, loving that boy was a part of the girl I am today…a fool with a hopelessly hopeful heart.
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“Sakura, close the books, you’ve been studying since this morning. It’s nearly 5 o’ clock.” Tsunade kicked her heels up onto her desk, leaning back in her chair as far as it would go.
“Aw, come on, I’m nearly to Shizune’s level, another hour or two won’t hurt…”
“Sakuraaaa, please, enough, the little sanity I have left in my mind depends on it,” she groaned, spreading the folder she’d be skimming through over her face for effect.
The younger kunoichi pouted, closing the book just as dramatically before huffing and leaving the Hokage’s office.
“Thank God…” the Godaime sighed with relief, allowing her eyes to slide shut beneath the paperwork.
Sakura checked her watch when she finally reached the streets of Konoha, her suddenly grumbling stomach backing up her Instructor’s argument. Perhaps she had been studying for too long, considering she’d only eaten breakfast and skipped lunch. Changing directions the pink-haired girl found her way into the marketplace, surprised it wasn’t busy at all. Various smells enticed her, but it was a familiar face that caused her legs to move unconsciously towards him.
“Did you come down for dinner too, Sasuke kun?” She asked her former teammate with a genuine smile, never fading even when he greeted her with an indifferent expression.
“I suppose you could say that,” he replied apathetically, shifting the heavy pack hung over his shoulder that the latter hadn’t noticed until now.
“Oh,” the kunoichi tilted her head to the side slightly, “You didn’t mention having a mission coming up when we all had dinner…” She scrunched her eyebrows together in mild confusion, pointing to the knapsack slung over his shoulder.
He sighed, glancing off to the side.
“Sasuke--”
“Sakura let’s go somewhere.” He interjected suddenly, roughly grabbing her hand and pulling her in a different direction.
The girl opened her mouth to object but was caught off guard from their clasped hands, heat rushing to her cheeks. He was walking quickly and she was practically being tugged along, not that she was complaining. They were on the outskirts of the village now, passing quiet family homes with sounds of lively conversations and laughter drifting from their windows. The Uchiha came to a stop in front of a dojo courtyard, pushing open the closed gate and towing the kunoichi inside. Sakura parted her lips to ask just what they were doing there, but before she could speak the latter had spun around and crushed his mouth against hers in a fierce kiss, one the medic nin could only describe as torturous.
Managing to wrestle her lips away, she stepped back from him, emerald gaze quivering.
“Sasuke, I don’t understand…” she whispered.
“That’s what you want, right?” He replied gruffly, closing the distance between them once more. “I’ll give it to you, as a going away present--”
“A going away pres--”
He had her pressed against the courtyard wall now, trapped in another violent lip lock, his fingers curled around her upper arms and pressing into the skin acrimoniously. Sakura made the mistake of gasping, his warm tongue snaking into the cavern of her mouth and rolling against hers. The crickets chirping in the grass below her were deafening, pushing the sounds of his heavy breathing and low groans from her mind; these were things she would never want to remember. His groin was pressed hard into her thigh while one set of fingers tugged down the zipper of her skin-tight crimson vest.
“No, Sasuke…” she hissed mid-kiss, her eyes flying open and revealing her panic.
“Urusei…” he growled back, shoving her harder against the granite wall.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen, Sakura thought bitterly. Sasuke was supposed to realize he loved her, and they’d eventually get married, and then finally have children of their own…or at least that’s how it originally played out in the kunoichi’s school girl fantasies. Instead she found herself between a rock wall and a hard Uchiha, hell bent on giving her what she really wanted. In the next moment he had pulled her from the barrier, shoving her down onto the grass, chilled from the night air.
Sakura gazed up at the other, exposed chest heaving while she quickly pulled her knees together as a makeshift obstacle.
“Why are you doing this?” The kunoichi inquired in a shaky voice, tears welling in her eyes.
He loomed over her cowering form, a sneer that was border lining on glare meeting her gaze with what would appear to be an expression of disgust.
“Don’t start playing the innocent girl, Sakura, you’re practically panting,” he snorted, his shadow drifting across her face as he leaned over. “Imagine what Naruto would say if he saw you like this…what he would think.” A smirk fluttered across his lips. “You could be the perfect little slut if you put your mind to it…”
“Sasuke!” She was appalled of the words falling past his lips, expeditiously drawing her arms over her bare chest.
He straightened his form, brushing the wrinkles from their heated session out of his clothes. His onyx eyes scrutinized her, judged her, and tore at her heart in a new form of pain she only experienced with him. The sharingan user had changed since his return from Orochimaru, whom he claimed to have taken care of, but revealed flashes of that viper-like personality from time to time.
“It was a mistake coming back to Konoha.” Sasuke revealed another smirk, finding the now modest girl below him amusing.
“Are you…are you leaving again?” The realization hit her like an epiphany, emerald eyes widening substantially.
“I knew you would understand, Sakura. You were the only one who ever did, right? Could take of me and all of my problems?” He mimicked a tone of empathy before sneering, “Give me a break.”
She shut her eyes tightly, willing away the tears that had already revealed themselves to her tormentor in hopes she wouldn’t appear as weak as she felt.
“Even now you still love me…” He was making a joke out of her feelings; a sob escaped her. “Well, it must be sincere then. Of course, I never doubted your feelings; I just never cared for them. Such a hindrance. Just a foolish girl…”
Sasuke turned on his heel to part from her, Sakura struggling to sit up and watch him retreat.
“I won’t ask you to keep this little event a secret,” he called over his shoulder, “because I know you won’t utter a word to anyone anyway. Not even Naruto…”
“Sayonara.”
That simple farewell rung in her ears as she sat there alone in the empty courtyard, vest open to the evening air; it caused shivers to run down her spine. It was the second time Sasuke had left her, but instead of knocking her unconscious, he’d destroyed her soul and abandoned her like some tattered doll. The kunoichi shakily got to her feet, zipping up her vest while the tears continued to flow down her cheeks in unforgiving rivers.
She wouldn’t have to tell anyone Sasuke had left again, the entire village would know by morning. But the kunoichi was the only one with the privilege of being the first to receive the news.
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I remember Sasuke’s departure most vividly, the days after that have faded into a blur in my mind. The nights without Lee next to me, I’ve noticed, are nights when my dreams are plagued by him and his annoying hold on my heart. I suppose that would make him my protector in more ways than one. I thought about all these things—my last night with Sasuke, Lee’s return entry into my life, the beginning of my seclusion—as I watched his peaceful, slumbering face on that hospital bed. I had nearly lost another person in my life, but that was not uncommon with any shinobi.
I don’t remember the moment I had fallen asleep, but between then and when I finally woke up, I felt his hand respond to mine, a lazy smile tugging at the corners of my lips. A stumble on the other side of the room was what eventually jolted me awake, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t hate the person who’d decided to leave the curtains of the window open. Grumbling I got up from my seat, drawing them closed before another clatter focused my attention elsewhere; my gaze met a determined Lee trying to leave the room.
“Lee!”
He had knocked over a few supplies in the corner of the room, mostly because he was too weak to hold up the weight of his own body. I rushed over to block his exit through the door, narrowing my eyes.
“Lee, you get back in that bed right this second.” I ordered him sternly.
That same shade of obsidian stared back at me, but this gaze was different than the other boy’s, it held the promise of more things to come. He sighed, casting his eyes off to the side.
“Please Sakura san…you know I can’t stand just lying in bed. I have to at least walk around…”
The formality added to the end of my name bothered me, but I managed to hide the sting.
“And if you don’t just lie in bed, you won’t have the strength to walk without a cane for a long period of your life. Bed, now.”
I pointed towards the tangled sheets he’d managed to escape from without awaking me; my serious gaze didn’t waver in the slightest. Without another word he turned to hobble back to the bed, but his left knee buckled and he began to fall to the floor. I reached out to grab him in a sudden reflex, but he only captured my hand and pulled me to the floor with him. I fell against his chest and knocked the wind out of his lungs in the clumsiest of ways that only I could accomplish. Lord; if I didn’t go on a diet I was going to kill this boy. Thankfully he groaned—a good sign that he was still alive—and struggled to sit up, bringing me with him.
“Gomenna…” He winced, sliding his hand to his chest.
“I told you not to exert yourself,” I scolded him as I picked myself off the ground, lowering my hand to take his. “No one ever listens to me…”
Hoisting him off the floor I helped him back over to the bed, setting him down carefully and hoping he’d lie back down; unfortunately he remained sitting and I stood watching.
“Lee…” I felt my eyes beginning to narrow again.
“Just hear me out,” he began softly, fingertips brushing against the back of my hand; I laced my fingers between his almost immediately. He swallowed before he continued, “I would have told you last night, if it had been possible, but I was disappointed that you weren’t the medic nin to show up with Shikamaru…”
“But I--”
“I know, Shizune told me…” he shook his head, a tiny smile creeping onto his face. “I’m not mad at you, I never could be.”
He was talking about the day he left now, about the one moment I had to prove that Sasuke didn’t matter anymore; the moment I threw away. I didn’t want to hear his forgiveness; it was something I did not deserve. Lee leaned his forehead against my chest, releasing my hand to wrap those lean arms around my petite waist, pulling me between his knees. My fingers found their way into tussled raven strands and I kissed the top of his head, already aware of his tears wetting my medic uniform; he was crying for him, for me, for us.
“You came back, Lee kun, that’s all that matters to me…” I whispered through his bangs, lips grazing any open area of his head. “Nakanai de…” my tone mimicked the one he had spoken to me with, uttering the same words that he’d whispered when he had left.
Our lives had become tangled up in each other, every moment I was with him, it would become harder to realize what it would be like if Lee never came back. He knew where my heart was, and he would wait for it to be his, patiently, lovingly. All I could do was soak up every kiss, every hand-hold, every touch, hug, and caress, listen to each word, memorize each expression, and be the reason behind every smile that flashed across his face.
Lee had already given me his heart, and I would carry it with the utmost care, until I had something for him to give in return.
Author’s Notes// Chapter 11, you guys…and so soon! Haha, I had this idea hit me suddenly last night and I just started writing without stopping. Mostly written in Sakura’s POV, only because I enjoy it, and it’s easier to monitor just how her feelings for Lee are developing. Hope you loved it as much as I did :3
Fun with Japanese:3
“Urusei…”Basically it’s a slang version of “Urusai” which by the book is “annoying” but commonly used for “Shut up”.
“Gomenna…”A simplified version of “Gomennassai” which in laymen’s terms would be “Sorry”.
“Nakanai de…”Remember when Lee left Sakura? He said the same thing! “Don’t cry…” Sigh, I love this couple.
Until next time!
Much love, Usagi.