Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Daisuki ❯ Hospital Room Confessions ( Chapter 13 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

’s Notes// Here it is. Chapter 13. Finally, am I right? I meant to have this up on Lee’s birthday, but that didn’t happen so…early Christmas present for everyone? Lol, I’ll shuddup now.

Disclaimer: Yea, I don’t own Naruto, get over it.

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Daisuki; Chapter 13

Hospital Room Confessions

“Where do you think you’re going?”

It was late. Well, not that late. The hour hand of the clock had just reached midnight when Sakura had slipped out her front door with a small overnight bag in hand. Her head turned upwards to find a masked Jounin looming over the door overhang, a suspicious expression in his one visible eye.

“What? I’m not allowed to go out for a walk now?” She asked innocently.

“Sakura--”

“Ok, ok. I was going to see Lee. Is that such a crime? Because if visiting a friend is a crime, I cannot even begin to imagine what reading those books of yours qualify as…”

“Honestly Sakura, have you forgotten the basics you learned in the academy all those years ago?” He brushed off the Icha Icha remark, folding his arms. “Tsunade would like to make sure your head is in the right place, like it used to be.”

“Used to be this, used to be that. When Sasuke first left, yes, I’ll admit I went gung ho on training, and missions, and studying. But a lot has changed since then, and if that change means I am compromising some stone age shinobi rules, then so be it.” She lifted her chin haughtily, already beginning to walk away. Silently her former instructor followed.

“I won’t disagree with you on the stone age part, but some of those rules make sense.” He continued.

“To you, maybe. Right now they seem like more of a nuisance; a constant reminder of how I’m supposed to be acting.”

The kunoichi knew she sounded like a child, but to be honest everything was starting to sound like a broken record. She kept her steady pace towards the hospital and Hatake continued to follow, hands idle in his side pockets. The streets were quiet, but busy with the odd-numbered chirps of crickets; in the distance a howl echoed in the cliffs. They walked in silence until she suddenly paused her footing, ears pricking back.

The faintest bell jingle tinkled and Sakura tensed as if it happened right beside her.

“Kakashi sen…”

“What’s got you stiff, Sakura?” He asked nonchalantly.

“You didn’t hear the…?” Her emerald gaze looked down to the side, hoping he would answer that he had heard it too.

“The what?” The sharingan user waited for his former student to fill in the blank.
Unconsciously her left hand touched the red-ribbon bracelet on her right wrist, a tiny silver bell dangling from it innocuously. Her right hand tightened into a fist, the bell sliding down the ribbon from the unexpected movement. Abruptly Sakura shook her head back and forth, as if she was trying to shake the thoughts from her mind.

“Sakura, you’re acting a bit strange.” Kakashi remarked with mild concern.

“I have to make a decision.” She indirectly answered him, reaching behind her into her waist pouch and retrieving a kunai. “Like Naruto said, and you too, Kakashi.”

The Jounin refrained from asking any questions as he watched her kneel to the dirt, digging the kunai into the ground and dragging it about two feet. He remained an observer as she stood back up, keeping her eyes on the fresh line in the earth.

“There are two sides to this line, right?” Sakura asked.

Kakashi rubbed the back of his neck, wondering if it was a trick question. “Well, there are two sides to every line. So, yes?”

The medic nin nodded.

Where I stand now will represent the past and the other side of this line will represent the future; a step forward. She kept her gaze to the ground as she came to these guidelines.

“Sakura.”

If I remain here and go back home, it will mean that I choose my old life, including my fool’s love for Sasuke and everyday I would work in Ino’s shop. Sakura’s fists tightened.

“Sakuraaa.”

But, if I step over this line, my studies will continue, I will forget Sasuke, build a relationship with Lee… Her lips pursed mid-thought. Lee and Naruto…

“This might be the only moment that I wish my sharingan could read thoughts.”

The kunoichi began to take steps backward, nearly right into Kakashi, before he placed his palms against her back to stop her from going any further.

“Honestly Sakura--”

“I’m going to make my decision now, Kakashi.” She said firmly.

“Decision? What the hell are you talking about?” He asked in exasperation.

Back or forward. Stay the same or change. Training or Ino’s shop.

His palms slipped from her back, seconds away from grabbing her shoulders and shaking her senseless. Without warning Kakashi watched as she rushed forward, eyes closed, before Sakura was airborne, legs extended in a midair split until the heels of her sandals met the earth in a quake of chakra. Opening her eyes she looked behind her, the dirt line now far away and the scarecrow stood behind it, palm sliding down his face with a groan.

With a flash of a Naruto-like grin she gave him a gloved thumbs up, slinging her pack over her shoulder with the opposite.

“I’m okay now, Kakashi! I’ve made my decision!”

Bouncing off her toes she skipped into a steady run forward, leaving the Jounin in a confused cloud of dust.

“That girl…”

“…is a chip off the old block.”

Tsunade slipped her arm around the copy-nin’s shoulder, grinning just as wildly as her protégé had. That grin settled into a confident smile, gaze moving to observe the pink-haired kunoichi disappear in the distance.

“She’s made her choice, so all we can do for her now is believe it was the right one.”

Kakashi gave the Godaime a sidelong glance, still not entirely sure about what had just transpired. Women… His thoughts grumbled.

“Now, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for a few more drinks!” That wild grin reappeared.

So that’s how she popped up suddenly, the scarecrow sighed inwardly, she was hanging around the pubs and she’s already halfway drunk. Our Hokage…honestly.

And before Kakashi could protest, she was dragging him away from the dirt line Sakura had jumped over only moments before, leaving behind a year of bad choices and running blindly into a future that was unknown to her.
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Without much effort, the girl maneuvered the hospital hallways, not once being seen by any of the overnight medics. Tip-toeing down the corridor she had walked that same morning, Sakura came to a stop at room 351, the door slightly ajar. The kunoichi pushed it open and closed it just as silently, gaze falling on Lee and thanking the high heavens he was fast asleep. Leaving the bathroom door cracked open, she flipped the light switch and moved to unzip her overnight bag, pulling out a pair of red-fleece, button up pajamas. If she was going to stay the night, she might as well do it in comfort, right?

His head turned over on the pillow, the small strip of light from the restroom door stretching across his eyelids and making him stir. Lee’s eyes slowly opened, squinting his vision as he adjusted to unexpected light on his face.

Who could be here this late… He thought to himself, but closed his eyes the moment the light shut off.

A dark figure moved towards his bed, taking a seat on the empty chair beside it quietly. The lotus boy opened his eyes once more, searching for a familiar face.

“Sakura…” his lips spread into a tired smile.

“Oh, I didn’t want to wake you,” she groaned in reply.

“Don’t feel bad,” he cleared his throat, swallowing down the gravel in his tone, “this is the best thing I’ve ever woken up to…”

Her fingers fiddled in her lap, lowering her head as an embarrassed smile claimed her lips.

“Do you always say whatever pops into your head?” She asked softly.

Lee shifted under the covers, trying to regain a comfortable spot now that he was awake; he kept his eyes on her. “Thinking too much gets you in trouble…you should trust your first thoughts, always.”

His fingertips found their way to the underside of her chin, tipping up her face gently. They held each other’s gaze for a moment, Sakura’s cheeks growing hot; thank God the lights were off.

“What happened after you left?”

The kunoichi brushed away his hand, scooting the chair forward so that her chest was against the mattress before leaning over onto the sheets, resting her head in the crook of his arm. Lee remained silent, waiting for her response with patience, knowing that she would answer when she was ready; she always did.

“Naruto told me he loves me.”

“I know.”

“You knew what he said to me?”

“I know he loves you.”

Silence fell on them again, steady breaths almost in sync.

“It is impossible not to love you, Sakura.”

His fingers were snaked into her hair, stroking tenderly, as they fell back into their thoughts.

“You love me.” She said suddenly, fists clenching in her lap.

The boy’s breathing hitched, a short laugh in his throat before tilting his chin to his chest to look down on that cotton candy head of hair.

“More than words could ever begin to express.” He felt his eyes start to close; his entire body felt warm. “There is no ‘why’, I just do. It will be that way forever, even if you leave…”

The weight of her head left his arm, but when his eyes and mouth opened to see what she was doing, the bed creaked and she was straddling his waist. Lee watched the girl hovering over him with slight curiosity, her chest rising up and down at a faster, more nervous pace. Although the weight straining against his freshly healed wounds bothered him, he ignored the nagging pain and reached up to cup her heated face with both hands. Her hands splayed across his chest, and he met her lips halfway, having missed their taste for far too long.

It was tender at first, their two mouths testing the waters of each other’s feelings. The fingers that were against her face slowly slithered into her hair, pulling her closer to him as his kiss melted into something lust-driven and desperate. Sakura’s lips parted in the quietest of moans and the boy took the unexpected opportunity to slip his tongue past them, curling around his partner’s instinctively. This simple gesture incited an immediate roll of the girls hips above his groin, a warmth she hadn’t felt before filling her lower abdomen and making her anxious.

Her feet began to push the sheets away from his bandaged body just as his hands slid from her hair and down to the buttons of her pajama top. The kunoichi’s chest swelled in a gasped inhale, their lips pulling apart as her lust-glazed eyes flew open to stare into his.

“Sakura, if you--” Lee began in a rushed whisper.

Sakura’s hands grabbed on his, the buttons nearly being ripped off as she guided them down the garment. The piece of fleece fell back from her shoulders, and that milky skin was bare for him to stare at in awe. Her teeth tugged at her lower lip, hair disheveled, cheeks rosy, breathing uneven, while the girl’s hands still held his in the most pregnant of pauses. Lee watched every expression that flashed across her face in that moment, holding his breath unconsciously before she brought his hands to cup her chest and pulled his lips back to hers. Her own hands worked at his blue pajama bottoms, tugging them down as if her life depended on it…or like some sex-crazed woman who needed her fix. Sakura’s still clothed lower body grinded against his now naked one, a shuddering groan in response from the boy below her. Dragging his lips away he struggled to sit up, taking a breast to his lips as a substitute to her mouth and sucking hard. The kunoichi’s nails dug into his back, scraping along his skin until they nagged at his scalp, pulling at each and every root.

Lee snaked his fingers beneath the waistband of her bottoms, pulling them as far as they would go until they hooked at her knees. With one breast in his mouth, his teeth nicked at the nipple in a silent curse, eliciting several mewls of protest and encouragement until her pelvis slammed down onto his arousal, a borderline growl rumbling in his throat. In a fumble of limbs the pajamas were finally discarded onto the floor and as his hands took hold of her hips; arousal met arousal in one rushed thrust.

Immediately Sakura was squirming against the unexpected intrusion, but despite his sudden empathy towards the girl, he held her firmly in place; the squirming only drove him more insane.

“Sa…” he swallowed, pressing his fingers harder into her hips, “Sakura, just stay still or I’m going to lose my mind…”

Now even in the most intimate of positions a rush of heat hit her face, abruptly stilling the lower part of her body.

“Does it hurt?” He asked in a gravely tone with his eyes closed.

“I’m fine,” she squeaked.

“Sakura,” the boy replied in a softer voice.

Her response was entirely physical, lifting her hips and bringing her body down slower on his arousal. His nails dug into her sides, emitting an elongated groan as his head arched back into the pillows. Despite the nagging pain between her thighs, Sakura rose up and came down again and as the boy below her vocalized his approval the pain began to slip away. His thrusts met every roll of her hips, the insides of her warm and tight and driving him over the edge.

Sakura leaned forward to catch his mouth mid-moan, slithering her tongue inside and welcoming his warmth. Lee’s hands found their way back to her breasts, thumbs brushing over the nipples until they entangled themselves in the now tussled pink strands of her hair. Coming against the base of his arousal in another thrust, the kunoichi gave a shudder, and when he began to pull back and shove her down again, their lips parted as she cried out. Just as Lee began to open his mouth to ask if he’d hurt the girl, her insides tightened around him and his entire body trembled from the unexpected release he had not prepared for.

As both of their bodies came down off the waves of ecstasy, Sakura fell forward to slump against the latter, more exhausted than Lee seemed to be. Sweaty, breathless, and now somewhat embarrassed to be in their current position, the lotus boy struggled to pull the sheets over the both of them until the kunoichi mumbled her disapproval.

“S’too hot for covers,” she said sleepily, nuzzling her head under his chin.

He managed an amused smirk, pulling the thinnest sheet over them anyway.

“The last thing we need is an uproar of visitors in the morning when they see the two of us…naked and…together.” He felt his cheeks grow hotter as the words left his mouth.

“Let them see.” Her statement came out in a dreamy sigh and the reality of just how close the two of them were at that moment hit Lee like a ton of bricks.

“Sakura…” he began in a whisper.

“I should have fell for you in the beginning,” she replied just as quietly; a sleepy thought as if she were speaking only to herself. “Lee kun.”

Warmth swelled in his chest, holding her tightly as sleep claimed her mind while she left him with that single confession; he had never been happier than in that moment. As he finally succumbed to his own exhaustion, their breathing and heartbeats fell in sync and despite the overwhelming feeling of peace one negative thought nagged at the back of his mind; in the morning they would have a lot of explaining to do.

Author’s Notes//
So, here it is, the very super late update for Daisuki. I’m really sorry you guys, I got super writer’s block in the middle of the lemon scene and it took me so long to get through it! I know I promised frequent updates, but this will be the last time I take a month to do so. So uh, how about that lemon scene? Aahahaha. I would pay a million dollars to trade places with Sakura.

Happy Chrismachaunakwanzikah.

Until next time!
Usagi