Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Dispar ❯ A Little Goodbye ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Hey guys! Sorry for the delay in updates. I've been very busy with my school work and haven't found much time to write. Well since a few of you that actually review expressed a desire to see this story continue I would like a vote. If you want this to become a multichapter fic, please express so in your review.
If I get at least ten new reviews and the majority want a multichapter fic, then I shall do that (keep in mind I might not update much since it will a kind of fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants story). If the otherwise, this story will have one more short interval and that will be all.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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Pale feminine hands weaved their way through silken strands capturing them in their grip before them slip through delicate fingers. Warm green eyes gently traced an invisible outline along strong muscles as they devoured the sight of a strong, lightly tanned chest fluttering with every breath. Rosy lips curved into a smile, as she snuggled deeper into the warmth of that body, inhaling the earthy scent and relaxing. Deep blue eyes fluttered open at the movement, that body tensing, before that gaze softened, and proud lips curled in smile. "Good morning,"he whispered, voice husky with sleep.
"Good morning," she repeated just as softly as she pondered the mystery that was fate. It should have seemed odd waking up like this with an S-class criminal in her bed, and yet for some reason it felt so right.
The past three days in which the two shinobi had been stuck at the inn waiting for the storms to pass had been wonderful. They had woken together every morning after that first night, usually exploring each other's bodies as they occupied their first waking hours. Then they would usually shower, together or seperately depended mostly on Deidara. Sakura, still ever bashful, had attempted to hide her body from the nin, but the ever playful, ever mischievious blonde often simply laughed off her attempts before tackling her with tickles or kisses and showing her all over again why it was futile to be embarrassed. It was amazing how well they got along. They would eat breakfast together, partaking in some idle conversation, then would either challange themselves to games for the rest of the day, watch television,sharpen weapons, or share bit by bit little stories of their lives-that is when they weren't making love, (it sounded wrong to say having sex and Sakura refused to call it fucking). Of course they were both careful not to mention any sensative information, that would be a problem, but Sakura had the impression that even if some of the things she told him did border on being dangerous information in the hands of an enemy nin, that Deidara wouldn't voluntarily use it against her or Konoha. Then there were moments when Deidara would become enraptured with annoying her, using every incredibly irritating technique he could think of to make her blush like a school-girl or forcefully beat him, (the latter of which he skillfully avoided to the max of his ability until she tired and only could managed to give him a hard punch to the arm-not charkra enhanced thank god). Really he reminded her of Naruto sometimes with his little pranks, and if not for the fact he was a criminal, she was sure the two could get along wonderfully in driving people crazy.
Kami, they had made love so many times, sometimes Sakura wondered if she would be capable of walking had she not been a medic. Really, the man had incredible stamina and an insatiable apetite. Not that she minded, somehow he made her feel beautiful, worshiped, or to put it in his words a real piece of art. And that was another thing they debated. Twice Deidara took out some clay, (Sakura carefully watched, she wasn't positive he wouldn't try and blow something up), and he would sculpt. Sakura of course had to comment how beautiful his art was causing him to exclaim that what he did was not art yet because it wasn't fleeting and hadn't exploded yet, which spurred a debate that Sakura eventually gave up simply saying that everything was art and therefore yes he was right. The blonde had been so happy he chose to ignore the first part of what she had said and simply kept to the second, promising her that one day he would show her some of his true art. Sakura wasn't too sure she wanted him to-kami knew what he might blow up.
It was, finally, the day they would seperate after being intimate on so many levels, and gazing into his sleep fogged blue eyes, Sakura was sad. She didn't really want him to leave but she knew it was necessary. The two of them were supposed to be enemies and if anyone found out, their lives would be forfeit. Or rather Sakura's would definately be, she wasn't too sure how the Akatsuki felt about these types of relationships, but she was pretty sure they wouldn't be enthused. Smiling, she gave him a quick peck, causing him to look at her in surprise, she usually wasn't so spontaneous this early, and got out of bed. Holding the sheet to her body she walked towards the table only to have the bed sheet suddenly pulled from her.
"Deidara!"She repremanded with a shriek as she found herself nude in the morning light."Give it back!"
The blonde nin gave her a wide grin as he pulled the sheets to him. "No, un"he responded, sticking his tounges out at her, all three of them. "I like the view."
Blushing she rushed him, trying to tear the sheet from his hands as they rolled about on the bed struggling. "Give it to me!"She demanded as she gave him a light slap on the shoulder, amused at his antics but growing more irrated by the minute.
"Nuh-un,"he stated moving swiftly so that he was hovering over her, pinning her arms to the bed.
Immediately she stiffened, feeling his own body press against hers. She knew that gleam in his eyes, and if this was going to be like any of their previous mornings together, parting ways was going to take longer than expected. Her heart thundered in her chest, her body heating as he stared at her for a while longer before nuzzling her neck.
"Deidara,"she breathed,"we don't have time." Trying to stop things before they got too far she squirmed trying to move away from his lips even as he still held her wrists. Yes she could use her strength, but part of her, she had to admit, didn't want to get free.
"Then we make time, yeah,"he responded kissing the corner of her chin.
"Deidara!"She whined, delicious chills going down her spine."If I don't get to Konoha soon they're going to worry and might send a search party after me."
"So,un"he replied his lips trailing down to kiss her collar bone as his member prodded her gently.
"No,"she protested fighting herself, and broke away from him, rolling suddenly so that she was astride him for a split second before she disappeared.
Blue eyes looked in shock at the celing above him, damn, there were times he forgot she was such a powerful kunoichi; he had been completely off guard and he hadn't expected her to be serious enough to flee from him. "Hey,"he heard and he turned towards her voice, seeing her leaning against the bathroom door.
"Want to help me conserve time?"She asked huskily, her eyes gleaming with desire before disappearing into the bathroom, the door left open in invitation.
The blonde broke into a grin and rushed out of bed. So that's how she was playing it. Closing the door behind him he parted the curtains and stepped inside the shower with her. It was a good thing he loved games.
An hour later, the two were fully dressed in their shinobi gear and standing in the amist the branches of a tree. After their rather eventful shower they had eaten a short breakfast then gone on to dress and leave the inn under the intricate guise of a genjutsu, (courtesy of Sakura), and were soon darting away to a secluded area that would allow the Akatsuki to escape. The wind blew softly, rustling the leaves around them, and hestitantly Sakura turned to stare at her companion dressed in his complete Akatsuki attire-well...minus the hat.
Green eyes grew wistful and Sakura felt a sudden pang in her heart as she drank in his features, the delicate but masculine point of his chin, the smooth curve of his jaw, his bright blonde hair, and his one cerulean eye turned up to gaze at the sky as he contemplated the flying conditions. She wasn't sure what exactly it was, but she was saddened by the thought that she might never see the nin again. These few short days together had proven to her that beneath his guise of Akatsuki, S-class criminal, there lay a human-a person just like her simply living their life in the only way they knew how, playing, laughing, loving, fighting... Eyes misting with the promise of tears as she gazed upon his sunlit figure, she recalled how he had held her so tenderly that first night, his voice soothing as he tried to ease away her fears and take away her pain with gentle kisses and caresses. It was in that moment that her heart melted for him and she saw him fully not as an enemy but simply as Deidara, and it was beautiful, startling, life-changing. She had begged him to help her forget, and kami he did, these past few days Sasuke hadn't crossed her mind at all as she learned about Deidara.
As though sensing her gaze, his turned, his one visible blue eye capturing her gaze with his as he gave her that smug smirk he was so fond of, his pouty lips curving even as his eye belied the expression as it filled with something akin to longing, something akin to regret. Kami, she thought feeling her heart twist, he's so beautiful. It was odd, they had spent only moments together and yet she felt as though those few days were so much longer, as though they had spent a year together instead of a little over seventy-two hours. She had learned such simple things about him, like how he enjoyed eating his food in sections instead of all together though he did eat quickly,(when she asked he said it was because he liked to experience the flavor of each food), and how he would always pay special attention to his hair, fussing over it more than even most kunoichi, or how he would actually brush all three sets of teeth,(she had laughed wildly when she had seen it and he had thrown the tube of toothpaste at her, cursing her with a mouth full of toothpaste as he planned his revenge), but these little things were what made him seem real to her, human. Somewhere inside her a little voice warned her that her thoughts were leading to dangerous places and that if she didn't stop it soon she would be drowning. But that voice was perhaps too late, they already had formed a bond and it would be impossible to sever it.
Unawares to the kunoichi, Deidara thoughts were running along the same lines except he knew it was already too late, the very moment he had decided to comfort her he had allowed himself to begin that fall. It was inevitable, he knew it. The little kunoichi was so strong, so fragile, so beautiful, that the moment he saw her shattering the earth, the moment he was her trembling beneath him, a part of him already fell in love with her. True, it was not that fond love to last centuries, or the romantic love that could drive one to do the unimaginable, but it was love, it was that love of an artist for their art, for that simple beauty of the world which dwelled hidden from the eyes of most, a love so pure, so simple that it existed without foundation with a child-like innocence. But, like all forms of love it could grow, and already he found himself in constant amusement of her little ticks. His Sakura truly was a little spit-fire with a temper more explosive than even his, but even that he found beautiful. It made her more like his art, her expressions so firey, so intense that had she been his clay she would have undubitably leveled the entire surrounding area. Aside from that though, he found her cute, she was so open with her emotions unlike most shinobi he was familiar with and when she was with him, even though only days-no weeks ago-they had been enemies she allowed her emotions to shine through brilliantly so that in one instant everything changed in the chaos of her. If they weren't shinobi, hell, if he weren't Akatsuki, he would probably have courted her, he was sure she would help make every day a blast-maybe even literally. Tearing himself from his reverie, he swept a hand through his hair.
"Sakura?" The pink-haired medic shook herself, coming back to herself.
"Yes?"
"I should get going, un" he gaze out in the distance, the grass bending under the smooth wind, before allowing his cerulean gaze to bore into hers. Noticing the slight hunch to her shoulders he moved swiftly, capturing her in his arms and earning him a startled gasp before she relaxed into him. Nuzzling her, he breathed into her scent, and Sakura fought back tears as she felt his warmth around her. This is it, she thought sadly, hugging him back. "I'll never forget you, un"he whispered against her neck, his warm breath teasing her skin.
"I'll never forget you either, Deidara,"she replied softly, one hand trailing up his spine to entangle itself in his hair.
Sighing, the nin broke away from her neck, his eye staring at her intensely for one moment, that azure gaze saying so many things at the same time, before he lowered his lips to hers, catching them in a bitter-sweet kiss. Pressing herself tighter against him, Sakura allowed herself to fall into the kiss, both of the nin tentatively exploring each other's mouths, tounges dancing against each other, and trying to imprint the taste, the feel of the other, into themselves. Finally they broke away, panting lightly for air, and moved apart. Reaching into his pouch with one hand, Deidara allowed himself to take in some clay, the mouth molding the material skillfully until two small birds sat in the middle of his palm.
Taking one of the birds in his hand, he grabbed Sakura's hand and pressed the clay figure into it, curling her fingers around it."Goodbye Sakura, un."He replied, voice soft. "Take this, yeah."
Grasping holding the bird gently into her palm she looked at it, its feathers so perfectly carved out, and then back at its maker. A gift, he gave her a gift. For some reason it made her even more reluctant to see him leave. Knowing that this little bird might be the only proof, the only sign that these past days had not been simply some dream, she pocketed it and forced a smile on her face. "Goodbye Deidara."
Smiling back, the expression seeming just as forced, he made a quick handsign and the small bird in his hand enlarged itself, flapping its great wings twice before settling itself on a large branch. Looking back a her sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. "Un, do you know any genjutsu that would hide me from sight, yeah?"
Smiling at him-a real smile this time-she laughed lightly. He really could be so adorable at times, and it was surprising that such a powerful nin and, (she blushed to think of it), skilled lover would be so embarrassed to ask for such simple things. "Of course,"she answered and motioned for him to mount his bird before beginning a series of complicated hand signs, and soon both he and his mount blended in with the trees, only a slight blurring alerting her to their location.
Hearing the flapping of wings she allowed herself to follow the feel of his chakra, watching him without really seeing him as he took flight. "Sayonara koibito..."she heard, her heart fluttering, before his chakra signature disappeared as he no doubt concealed it and the flapping of wings grew faint. By now he must have been flying high among that blue, blue sky.
"Sayonara..."she repeated to heavens a moment before she too left, darting away to disappear amongst the green of the trees. Soon she would be back in Konoha, and everything would simply be a secret memory held between a pink-haired kunoichi and a blonde-haired shinobi....

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"Sakura," the tall, blonde, busty woman called to her apprentace's retreating back.
"Hai, Tsunade-sama?" the younger woman asked, her green eyes wide as she contemplated just what task her shishou might be giving her now. She had completed her sixth mission this month yesterday and had just dropped by the report. Mentally she sighed, why couldn't she get more interesting missions? She was a high level shinobi- jounin level she was sure-if only that exam could come sooner than once every few years. Didn't she deserve something other than missions where she was supposed to be the godaime's apprentace and left hand? It was really quite annoying though she knew it was necessary...but still! She was a shinobi of high caliber, a medic of the highest rank, and yet only two of the six missions she had completed had anything to do with her skill as a shinobi. Maybe she should be grateful she was being put on missions at all instead of toiling away at the hospital at all hours. She worked there enough as it was.
Tsunade's brown-eyed gaze rested lazily on her apprentace as she motioned towards a pile of scrolls sitting in a corner of the room. "I'd like you to read those and memorize them by the end of the week, they contain important medical techniques and offensive jutsu's useful to a medic nin among other things." The pink-haired woman turned to look at the large stack of scrolls. Damn, she thought, that's sure to keep me busy. Nodding, she hauled up the texts and gave a respectful bow to her shishou, Sakura disappeared in her trademark petals, knowing without a doubt that the blonde was probably now cracking open another sake bottle. How the powerful woman found the bottles after various attempts by both Sakura and Shizune to hide them, she wasn't sure.
Now in her cozy four room apartment, (she actually was paid quite well for her work at the hospital and managed to rent the place almost a year ago), Sakura set the assortment of scrolls onto her desk and headed for the kitchen. The kitchen was sparse really, a small round table with four chairs sitting in the center of the room, sunlight streaking the wood as it came in through the window, a small line of dark wood counters lining the wall with matching cabnets hovering over them, a modest stove near them, and a fridge somehow wedged in a corner of the wall. Really, if the kunoichi had stayed home she would have been able to live in greater luxury, but she was already an adult in the shinobi world and wanted her freedom, and to make it worse her mother,(being a civilian), couldn't understand why her precious blossom had to do the things she did-her father... well... he really didn't comment much being a former shinobi himself.
Grabbing a couple of leftovers, the young woman heated them over the stove before spilling it onto a plate and heading towards her living room. If she wanted to memorize the scrolls by the end of the week she would have to start now. Running a hand through her mid-length pink locks, she grabbed a scroll off the pile, fell unto her comfortable white couch, and began to read as she ate. Nerves located in the centeral area of...
Silence permeated the area, the only sound the faint sound of her breathing. Half-dazed, Sakura stretched her arms, allowing the scroll she had been perusing to fall to the floor. Blinking she looked around, a yawn escaping her lips as she noticed that it was now night. Wow...seems I lost track of time. Looking down, she noticed the small collection of scrolls lying haphazardly on her floor now. Hmm... I got through three of them, good thing I have a photographic memory or else I'd be screwed. Casting her gaze back to her desk she groaned, she must have at least a dozen more scrolls there for her to memorize. Kami, Tsunade's a hard taskmaster!
Steps soft, Sakura took the read scrolls and placed them in a seperate corner of her desk. It wouldn't do to get the scrolls she read mixed in with the others. Her red shirt rumpled slightly, the Haruno-clan symbol creasing as Sakura stretched her arms, heading towards her small bedroom. Stepping in, Sakura shut the door and immediately began discarding her clothes, her eyes catching sight of the small figure on her bookshelf situated near her queen-sized bed. Jade eyes softened. Deidara. It was so hard to believe that already almost three month's had passed since their passionate encounters. During that time, she often found herself looking at the small clay bird in the same way she was now, recollecting the heat of his skin, the tenderness of his caresses, the sound of his laughter, remembering the day she realized Deidara of Akatsuki was human and not simply the monster he was made to appear. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip, trying to supress the sensory as well as mental memory of their intimacy as she felt herself grow hotter and her heart beat strong with a pang of something...longing? Did she miss him? She knew her body did, it was like he had keyed her to him, but that wasn't the question. Did she miss him? Spinning away, grabbed a towel and headed into the bathroom. She needed a shower. Perferably a cold one.
A little while later, the kunoichi walked out of the shower, hands attempting to towel-dry her hair as she muttered to herself. Tap tap...tap tap... Green eyes narrowed, her body stilling as she tried to pinpoint the noise. Did she have mice again? Tap tap...tap... Tossing the damp pink towel she had been using in the hamper she shook it out, the sound clearer now that she had stopped towelling her hair. Scanning the room she allowed her senses to reach out when her eyes could sight of something moving. Green eyes widened. There on her bed side table was the small clay bird now animated and impatiently tapping onto the wood. "Oh my God,"she said, stunned as a thousand possible scenario's played through her mind. The bird stopped tapping at her voice, turning it's beady black eyes on her for a moment before it began tapping again. Tap..tap tap tap...tap...tap tap...
Realization suddenly zinged through her as her mind recognized something about the sound and forgetting her state of undress, Sakura darted into her living room, hastily grabbing a piece of paper and a calligraphy pen before returning to the bedroom. She couldn't risk getting a single thing wrong. Leaning against the wall she began to scribble furiously, graceful black character's appearing on the stark white paper as the tapping continued pausing every now and then before starting again. Finally the little bird stopped, becoming still once more, and Sakura gazed down on her finished product.
"Kami,"she breathed as she stared at the sheet of paper, stunned, before sliding down the floor. She stayed like that for a moment, before she suddenly fell into a fit of laughter,her eyes tearing and the sheet fell to the floor unnoticed. There, in graceful black characters, read:
Missed you blossom. Missed me too?I'll be waiting. Three miles north from the last place. Sunset. Ten days.

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Despite her previous throughts, it proved to be surprisingly easy to form a solid plan to meet Deidara. Ten days gave the aspiring kunoichi enough time to finish reading and memorizing the necessary scrolls for Tsunade, and allowed for enough of her medic duties to be completed that when she asked her shishou if there were any mission available for there was little questioning as to why. In fact, since the Godaime knew her pupil so well, she had already arranged a short mission for the pink-haired kunoichi after her week of training and medic duties. She was lucky really, this mission, unlike most of the others, was indeed a real mission.
She and two other chuunin were to form a three person cell to investigate a series of kidnappings. Thankfully for Sakura, the mission was completed in only two days when one of her younger looking team mates Hachiro dressed himself as the son of an affluent nobleman and was successfully abducted by rouge nin. With Hachiro's excellent deception skills combined with the Inuzuka clan's specialty in tracking and Sakura's own proficiency in genjutsu the nukenin were soon defeated, (hardly S-class any of them), the abducted children returned, and the kidnappings stopped, and all a day early! Now with the extra time allotted, Kiba and Hachiro decided to hit the bars and find themselves some female company, while Sakura, (after exclaiming her disgust for their lecherous ways), told the two she would be heading out to a nearby town to visit the apocathary there and would return to Konoha on her own. Luckily, the two eagerly bought her lie, and soon she was darting through the treetops heading for a small inn where she found herself caring for an S-class criminal.

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That is all for now. Next chapter will be written differently depending on whether or not you want this continue to be a multi-chapter fic.
-SacredRoseDream









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