Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Experiments ❯ Decisions ( Chapter 5 )

Decisions

 

Sakura ran out of Naruto's apartment complex in time to see her mother's dull pink bob join the animated throng of people leading out of Konoha's ghettos. It would have been easy for her as a Chuunin ninja to catch up with the woman despite her hurried, agitated steps, but the teen thought the streets wouldn't be the ideal location for this upcoming discussion. So she stayed a step or two behind, waiting until her mother stumbled into their two story home before she entered the house herself.

She found her mother halfway to the kitchen, standing in the middle of the living room. The lights were off and the late afternoon sun left patterned orange streaks of light and long shadows across the furniture.

“Mom” she spoke to her mother's back. Yori made no response; she kept her head ducked and buried in her hands. “Mom,” Sakura repeated in a stronger voice, slightly unsettled by her behavior.

Yori shifted enough so her daughter could catch a glimpse of her face; see her blood shot eyes and ashen complexion. When she spoke it was with a whisper and a tremor, signaling how rattled the clarification had left her.

“I don't know what to think anymore. I...” she stopped and screwed up her face against the conflicting ideals and emotions raging within her mind. Sakura waited patiently for her mother to continue. “I feel angered and ashamed and relieved. I feel like such a bad person...I mean...if he really was just an innocent boy all along...”

It took Sakura two, long strides to reach her mother, and for the first time in what felt like months (it probably had been months) reached her arms around the other woman's neck and pulled her into a hug. Yori squeezed her eyes and a couple tears escaped the thin, scrunched skin as she held her daughter close to her.

“I'm so, so sorry for not listening,” she whispered into her daughter's darker hair. Sakura rested her chin on her mother's shoulder and kept her eyes closed. She liked this feeling of being in her mother's arms—the feeling of being a child again. Just a hug from someone she loves could strip away all the responsibility and stress that came with the life of a shinobi and leave her protected and warm. She had forgotten that a long time ago.

Gently, Sakura pulled away from her mother.

“But mostly relieved, right?” Sakura said with a small smile.

Yori returned the smile and wiped a drying cheek from phantom tears, “But mostly relieved.”

Sakura's grin widened as she felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders. It had not occurred to her how much her mother's approval had really mattered to her.

“Does this mean you'll be sleeping at home again?” Yori asked, straitening out her blouse from the wrinkles the hug had pressed into it.

“Yeah,” Sakura replied. Oh how she had missed her bed...“Now I have to go back and see Naruto.”

Yori nodded.

“Please, tell that boy I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break down like that. I was just so...overwhelmed.”

“You already told him yourself mom.” Sakura reminded her, “Besides, Naruto doesn't accept apologies. He just wants to see people change for the better rather than pointlessly apologizing and continuing to drown in their own misery.”

Yori hummed a little, thinking back to the Chuunin exam a few years ago that her friends had gone too. They had tried to explain to her how the `demon' had defeated the Hyuuga prodigy gracefully but she had refused to listen then. There were even some rumors of how he was partly responsible for the Kazekage of Suna's lack of bloodlust. Perhaps she should get more accurate facts out of her daughter later. “That's a good quality in a person, that kind of selflessness, not many have it. I can see why you love him.”

Sakura, who had started her walk back out the door, happened to bang her knee on the coffee table she was passing by, knocking a stack of coasters to the ground.

“M-mom! I never said that I—”

“Now don't keep him waiting hunny.” Yori interrupted nattily while waltzing off to the kitchen before he daughter could deny the obvious. She wasn't quite settled down yet—she would have to have a talk with her husband—but for now she needed to start dinner.

Sakura blinked at the swinging door, furiously rubbing her smarting shin, the blunt statement having distracted her to the point where she didn't even think to use chakra to ease the blood flow.

How could her mother know when she just found out for herself? Add that to the fact that her mother only just started seeing Naruto as a human being...was she really that transparent? She hadn't thought she had been obvious about anything, but then again, maybe it's never obvious to the person who thinks their not being obvious.

She had reached the streets once again when her feet stopped on their own accord, scuffing bits of dust and dirt from the rough open pathways. The blood drained from her face faster than Lee without his weights as a horrific thought came to mind.

What if she was as obvious as Hinata!?

She shook her head, quickly discarding the ridiculous notion. Ino hadn't even known the extent of her feelings. Why was she letting this bother her so much anyway? It was probably just mother's intuition.

But then Yamato-sensei had known something too...!

Gah! Stop it! Inner Sakura cried, clutching her head dramatically.

One last shake of the head and ousting all the nerves out of her with a deep cleansing breath, she prepared to begin her journey back to Naruto via roof jumping.

“Yo!”

“Ahh!!”

Years of ninja arts training had saved her from tripping over her own feet in what would have been an embarrassingly Naruto-like fashion. A few powerful coughs helped cast out the residue smoke from her lungs that came from Kakashi teleporting mere feet in front of her.

“Sensei! What the hell do you think you're doing jumping in front of me like that?”

Cha, Jerk! Sensei be damned—do you want me to beat your ass a mile into the ground?

“Sorry Sakura,” he said languidly, not sounding sorry at all.

“Humph. Well what do you want now?” she asked miffed. “Don't think I'm going to change my mind about that mission earlier.”

“No, no. That's not it at all.” There were little warning bells going off in Sakura's head and she managed to take in several factors about the situation that seemed wrong. His one eye seemed darker and burdened by something—the playful glint that usually resided there was not present at all. He was standing more rigid than she was used to; his spine was straitened from his customary slouch. His hands weren't in his pant pockets but stiff and slightly bent at his sides, fingers twitching every so often as if he couldn't quite decide what to do with his hands. Worst of all, his book was missing.

“The Hokage wants to see you. Naruto is probably on his way as well.”

“Oh?” Sakura blinked. “So you've already spoke to Naruto? What does Tsunade-sama want with us?”

“Just go there now and everything will be explained.”

Perhaps it was the abrupt departure, the not waiting for a response, rather than the uncommonly grave tone in which he spoke that managed to make the entire scene shift from disturbing to foreboding.

 

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Sakura entered the Hokage's office to see Kakashi-sensei and Naruto already there waiting for her. The only others present in the room were Tsunade and Jiraiya. The two sannin were in light conversation which stopped the moment she closed the door behind her. She stepped further into the room and took a place next to Naruto, who gave her a wide grin that both welcomed and assured her that he was all right from the confrontation with her mother not long ago.

“Good. Everyone's here.” Tsunade began, rising from her chair. For once the desk in front of her was void of any paperwork as well as any sake cups. Sakura decided it would be prudent to take that as an ominous sign as well. “I'm going to be direct about this. Jiraiya's intelligence has found the exact date Orochimaru plans to switch with Sasuke, and where.”

“What? Are you fucking serious?” Naruto exclaimed, eyes bugging. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and looking like he was ready to bolt out of the building that instant and into the training grounds.

“That's great!” Sakura cried, clasping her hands in front of her, “When is it happening? How long do we have to prepare?”

Her longtime dream of the team being whole again began to materialize before her. Everything was going to be normal again—

“In four days.”

The smiles slid right off their faces.

“F-four days?” Naruto stuttered, his tone bordering between outrage and despair. Sakura could feel her stomach drop. What could they do in four days? What if they didn't get there in time? What if they weren't strong enough yet?

Jiraiya nodded gravely from besides his old teammate, “We start the journey tomorrow and we can make it there on time. I will be accompanying you along with Kakashi and Tsunade.”

“Wait, wait—” Sakura interrupted, “There are way to many things wrong with this. Tsunade-sama...you're the Hokage; you can't just go running all over the country after missing-nin. That's what the ANBU is for. And what happened to Sai and Yamato-sensei?”

Tsunade held up a hand for her silence.

“Yamato is currently on a three week mission with his own ANBU squad. Believe me, had I known I would have been receiving this sort of information I would have kept him here to aid us.”

“You're lucky you got it at all...” Jiraiya growled though he was ignored.

“As for Sai...Danzo apparently needs Sai back for something in Roots. Which is a matter that I will deal with later...” the rest of the sentence came out in an aggressive manner. Sakura could only assume that her master was pissed about the thought of Danzo doing things behind her back.

“That still doesn't explain why you're going baa-chan,” Naruto said. Kakashi nodded and crossed his arms.

“There is also the large possibility of being ambushed by other sound-nins. Five seems like a stingy number to be sending on such a dangerous mission.”

Jiraiya scoffed confidently.

“For one thing we are some of the best this village has to offer, and forgive me for my lack of modesty but that's saying something.” From the corner of her eye Sakura could catch Naruto's pleased smirk. “For the second thing, there won't be any other sound-nin. I know Orochimaru and he would only do something this delicate to the knowledge of his closest advisors...sometimes not even them. He is confident that he's the only one with this knowledge—that and he really underestimated my information gathering skills. For once we have the element of surprise on him. Its time we take advantage of it.”

“As for the reason I'm going,” Tsunade began, shooting Jiraiya a look that told him to shut up and stop bragging or there would be pain, “Well, it's about damn time we finish this once and for all. Our object is to save one team member and destroy another. Shizune will be acting in my stead as a henge so villagers and outside villages will be none the wiser—this shouldn't take more than a week.”

The two youngest in the room stood stunned, letting the implications of what she just told them settle in their minds. This would be it—the moment they spent the last three years training for was finally upon them. Once they left on that mission there was no way they could return without Sasuke.

“Sakura, Naruto,” Tsunade said gaining their attention. “I am confident in your abilities and in your understanding of what needs to be done. For now, take the rest of the day off and get a good night's rest. We leave tomorrow morning at eight.”

 

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Sakura lay on the too stiff florid sheets of her bed, now pooled around her thighs due to the humid air, and listened to the sporadic murmurs of the few night owls left on the streets. Her eyes stared unseeing at the white, fine fissured ceiling. One arm was dropped up by her head, her forearm pressed into the pillow, the back of her hand cratered by the tangled pink locks spilling over her pillow. Her other arm was draped across her bare stomach, the short, sleeping tank having ridden up to expose a sizeable amount of her midriff.

She turned her head to her bedstead, the red lights of her alarm clock glared back at her, informing her that is was nearing eleven thirty. She had gone to bed nearly two hours ago, thinking that she would need to be well rested. Unfortunately her mind had other plans.

A thousand questions and concerns plagued her that evening, ever since she stepped out of the office and walked away from Naruto's concerned watch in a daze, along with the unshakable portentous sensation that had settled in the pit of her stomach and continued to grow as the hours passed.

What if they are too late, arriving only in time to greet Orochimaru in Sasuke's body? Or what if they're simply not strong enough? Even after all the training they've both gone through, Sasuke had been enhanced with drugs and such in addition to his already genius status as well as the sharingan. Did they really stand a chance against those types of advantages? Was hard work and determination alone really enough this time?

She knew that her pessimistic attitude was ridiculous; she trained three years for this. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for—not only to save Sasuke from Orochimaru and reunite the little family they had going on, but to prove to those boys once and for all that she was no longer willing to stand in the shadows, that she would be looking at nobody's back.

But what really caused her to ineffectually seek out a comfortable enough position to find sleep was the thought that they would be too late to save Sasuke from himself. What if Sasuke still refuses to acknowledge their friendship? What if he viewed Naruto as a threat as he did when they were thirteen? She would never forget that battle on the hospital roof; the two boys flew at each other with such intent, such power... There was a very real possibility that Sasuke would try to kill Naruto this time around. And there was a very real possibility that he would succeed.

Sakura swallowed thickly and shifted her body so that she was resting on her side. The back of her throat burned with an acrid taste as the next question flew to mind.

What if something happens to Naruto?

She closed her eyes, begging her body to give it up and fall asleep.

What if something happens to Naruto?

The Third, Asuma...how much longer was Naruto going to last against these kinds of odds in his life?

...something happens to Naruto...

How much time with him did she have left?

...Naruto...
Her eyes flickered to the clock in front of her face. Five after midnight. She made up her mind and kicked the covers off her legs.

Ten minutes after shucking on her old clothes from that day off the floor had her standing at Naruto's door wrapped in thin jacket, her only protection against the chilled night air. She licked her lips a couple times, fidgeting on the cement balcony before boldly knocking. She spent a couple moments concentrating on her breath misting before her as doubt seeped into her mind. It hadn't even occurred to her that Naruto might be sleeping. Cursing herself for her stupidity and insensitivity she turned to jump off the small landing that was reserved for ninjas.

A soft click and a broken creek stopped her where she stood.

She turned to see Naruto peering out from the half open door. He looked tired—not in the manner that would indicate he had been sleeping, but rather he wanted to sleep and couldn't find it. His mind was clearly as plagued as hers about tomorrow. His bleary eyes cleared after some heavy blinking.

“Sakura-chan?”

She turned to fully face him, arms wrapping around her elbows in bashfulness.

“Naruto, I...” her eyes fell on his naked chest—the crystal dangling above his pectorals glinted from the street lights below them—and then dipped further to the slim hipbones that poked up from a loose pair of sweats, “Can I come in?”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah, come on in. Sorry, I was just, you know, out of it there for a moment. Heh heh.”

He stepped aside to allow her into his darkened apartment before following her in, shutting the door behind him and flicking on the lights. Sakura stood awkwardly for a moment before shrugging out of her coat and dropping it on his couch.

“I didn't wake you did I?” she asked softly. She found it very difficult to keep her eyes on his face and not mosey about his body like she wanted to. Naruto grinned, looking scruffy and rugged with his loose, mussed hair.

“Nah. You're company is preferable anyway. Do you want something? Tea? Water? Actually...I wouldn't trust the water here...”

Sakura smiled at that and politely declined. “Do you mind if we go to your room?”

He nodded and led her through a door near her right. The room was small and simple, if not a little dirty with various scrolls and clothes sprinkled about.

“So what can I do for you?” he asked, throwing himself on his unmade bed. Sakura turned red and maybe even felt a little light headed at the sight of Naruto stretched out on the mattress half naked. With his arms behind his head his shoulder muscles bulged around his neck, his tanned skin more noticeable against the pale blue sheets, his ill-fitted pants sliding just a little lower than necessary. Now that there was better lighting than before she could see a fine trail of blond hair start just below his belly button and spread downward, disappearing beneath the grey fabric of his sweatpants.

She averted her eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed her blatantly checking him out.

“I just needed to talk—to see if you were as nervous as I am about tomorrow.”

“Ah.” He replied, propping himself up to a leaned back sitting position. “It would be today actually. And yeah, I guess you could say I am. There are a lot of factors against us but...I know we can do it. Like Ero-sennin said: we're some of the best ninja this village has to offer!”

His cheer sounded a bit false to her ears but she tried to smile back nonetheless. Obviously he could tell she was still troubled because he frowned thinly at her and rose from his lounging position.

“We can do it Sakura. It will all be over soon.”

She stared at the ground, the ominous feeling within her not abating for a second.

“I...I just can't shake this bad feeling, you know? That something's going to go very wrong...”

“Sakura,” his strong voice brought her to her senses as he gripped both her shoulders, “Listen to me. We will get him back.”

“But what if something happens to you—to us—Naruto...I'm scared,” she finally admitted. It was the two words she couldn't even bring herself to think, and now she confessed them out loud to one of the only people she could trust.

“Nothing will happen to us—” he tried to assure her, more gently this time. She began shaking her head.

“You don't know that. Remember what Sasuke was like? How detached he was, like we didn't even matter to him? He really will kill you, Naruto, if he gets the chance, and if that happens then...I...”

She suddenly couldn't talk anymore as her throat seized up against her will. The hot tears brimming among her lower lashes burned at her eyes.

“Naruto,” she whispered. She placed a hand on his chest, right above his heart. It was warm and silken, just how she would imagine his whole body was like. “If something happens...the reason I'm here...I don't want to regret anything.”

Naruto, who had been looking at her hand, raised his face to meet her eyes. He bore a cautious, guarded look. Sakura swallowed and plowed on. She needed to get this out damn it.

“Naruto...I want...I want it to be with you. Tonight.”

It took all her strength not to break his gaze due to sheer embarrassment. She had just offered herself to him and he was so hard to read at the moment. His eyes seemed darker; there was a deep inner conflict going on within him, that much she knew. After a long pause he opened his mouth.

“Sakura, I am happy that you would ask such a thing of me, but...I can't.”

Sakura could almost feel her heart break.

“W-why?” she croaked. Her tears had finally won out, breaking free of the surface tension that had held them back through the surging emotions running through her one too many times that day. Naruto looked at her compassionately and took her face in her hands, stroking away the beaded tears with his thumb.

“Because it wouldn't be fair to you.”

Sakura's brows furrowed. She couldn't understand this boy for the life of her.

“Not fair to me? I'm asking this of you! Please! I want you and only you! I—”

“Sakura,” he cut her off, his voice still gentle, his eyes still empathetic, but his tone commanding, “you asked me three years ago to bring back Sasuke. You all but declared your love for him,” Sakura nearly flinched at that, not at her promise, but the picture that went along with it. The one of Naruto's heartbroken face that he tried desperately to smile through, “I can't interfere with that, with your feelings, not when we're so close to getting him back.”

“Naruto, the Sasuke I thought I loved...he wasn't real! I've realized that recently. It was you! I was you all along that I—”

“What if it was the seal that was affecting his personality? If Orochimaru dies, if it disappears, he could be back to normal. You're not a shallow person Sakura; I know there was something about Sasuke his fan club didn't see that drew you to him. ”

Sakura sniffed, “You're not listening to me. I can't shake this bad feeling. And it's not about Sasuke...I think it's about you. Naruto, please...this may be our last chance...”

Their bodies were pressed together now, her palms flush against his broad chest, his hands holding fast around her shoulders, and she wanted him more than ever now, desperation quickly become the foremost stimulate.

“When we get him back,” he said, his voice still carrying that ever softness that he so rarely used, “and we will get him back, you can sort out your feelings. I don't think its any secret about how I feel about you, and I will always be there whenever you need me, but don't ask me to take this from you when I might not deserve it. After three years, how do you know you still don't love him?”

“Naruto...listen to me...I've been meaning to tell you—”

He placed a finger to her lips to silence her.

“You're emotional and distressed and you're not thinking clearly. If you still love him after all is said and done, you would regret everything, and I do not want to be responsible for anything you might regret, so please don't ask this of me. Not now.”

“Naruto please I lo—”

“Don't Sakura,” he cut her off, more sharply this time. There was a very pregnant silence that fell over the minute room before it was broken with a hiccupped sob, and Sakura was forced to bury her face into Naruto chest, his arms automatically hugging her shaking frame. His scent flooded her nostrils and she unconsciously burrowed further into his breastbone, rubbing her face against his soft flesh, seeking any comfort she could pull from him.

She felt rejection and hopelessness and love and touched and God damnit why was he always thinking of her and only her? She had planned to loose her virginity this night, if something happened to Naruto she would at least have the knowledge that he was hers. She hadn't even given a thought as to what might happen afterwards, if her feelings for Sasuke would return or not, if she would end up breaking Naruto's heart further. No. She wouldn't ever hurt him like that again. She would die before doing so.

A beautiful touch, tender and pleasing, coasted along her jawbone, tipping her face up and away from the torso that she was attempting to hide in. Naruto's eyes seemed to glow amidst the dull lighting, the azure wash captivating her.

“Everything will be fine.” his voice wasn't quite a whisper, just above it, husky and raw. Tingles raced through her body as the finger that was running along her face before reached her mouth. The finger moved over her lips, tracing their plump shape. “Trust me.”

Her legs shook a little as she soon found that certain parts of her mouth, namely the skin near the corners of her mouth, to be more sensitive. Keeping their eyes connected, he leaned in, bending his neck slightly and slipped his tongue out. She could feel the wet muscle take up the path where his finger left off, outlining her upper lip, then the lower, and eventually along the seam. Sakura's eyes rolled back and closed as her lips parted; her mouth was now open in a silent plea for him to thoroughly kiss her. He paused and pulled away slightly to admire the eager look on her face before granting her wish.

Sakura had to stop herself from moaning just from the feel of Naruto's mouth pressed against hers. The kiss was slow and heavy and drawn out. His tongue crawled along hers into the cavern of her mouth, rubbing sensually over the roof of her mouth, the gums behind her teeth, scraping along her taste buds. Her stomach was up near her throat somewhere, as if she had been suddenly dropped from a sharp distance. That moan managed to fly from her lips at this point, the vibrations passing along into his mouth and causing him to grin within the kiss. It wasn't normal to feel this way about someone...and not love them. Naruto was wrong; there was no one else for her, not when just a kiss from him could leave her so vulnerable yet so satisfied.

Her hands rubbed downwards along the sleek, hard bumps of his abs, the back of her knuckles dragged through the textured downy hair by his navel before gliding back up, over his pebbled nipples and up his neck, her fingers finally burrowing themselves in the thick hair in the back of his head. She angled her head and tried to deepen the kiss further, the heels of her feet leaving the floor so she could gain more height, her fingers pressing into his scalp.

She loved how his shoulders were wide enough to curve around her when he wrapped his arms behind her back just as she loved how his stomach felt pressed against hers, their belly buttons of equal height with him still taller by a few inches. She loved his taste, his smell, his hard body layered in the softest, warmest skin. She loved his lips and how they catered to her own, how they could leave her breathless after even the shortest of kisses. She loved how he would pull back every so often to look at her, his gaze molten and passionate enough to leave butterflies coursing through her abdomen. She loved him. She knew that she loved him.

And that was when, just as Naruto's right hand massaged its way from her hip to her butt, the fluttering taking place in her stomach turned sour and the ominous feeling that Naruto had managed to charm out of her returned full force.

Something was going to happen. Something was going to happen to Naruto.

She broke the kiss, her mind rapidly returning to earth. Naruto looked at her, confused, maybe even a little hurt.

“I'm sorry, is something wrong?” he asked. His voice suggested that he wasn't sure if his attentions were unwanted or not. Sakura shook her head, resisting the urge to bury her face once more into his chest.

“I can't, I just can't get rid of this feeling that this will be the last time I see you.” Her voice was breaking. She was not going to cry again!

Naruto pursed his lips and looked at her with concern. His hands rose from her waist as he leaned forwards, brushed back a few strands of her tousled hair from her forehead and kissed it. He replaced his lips with his own forehead, keeping his hand on the top of her head, and looked strait into her eyes.

“I'll be fine.” He said in his most assuring voice. “You should go to sleep, I know you're tired. You'll feel better in the morning and then we can get Sasuke-teme back.”

He gave a half-hearted smile that she couldn't return. She kept her eyes closed, reveling in the cool feeling of their foreheads pressing against one another, their breaths mingling in the small space between them.

“I want to sleep here tonight with you. Not like that, I just want to stay with you tonight. I don't think I can sleep otherwise.”

She opened her eyes and looked up into his heavy-lidded ones.

“Okay,” he replied. He pulled away, taking the warmth his close proximity had given her, and turned to rummage in a broken dresser against the wall. He groped around for a bit before finding her something to wear for the night—a large T-shirt and a pair of clean boxers. She smiled gratefully and took them, quickly changing right there in the room with him. She giggled when his face turned red and he sputtered, spinning on the spot to face the wall.

When she finished changing she folded up her own clothes and left them on a pile on the floor. She walked over to Naruto, his back still facing her, and grabbed his arm, leading him to the bed. He seemed a bit unsure at first—his bed wasn't that big to begin with and he wasn't sure where he was allowed to put his hands. But Sakura had saddled right up next to him, cuddling so that their fronts were facing each other much in the same manner as when they were standing. This way she could plant her face in his chest some more. His arms wove around her after he pulled the blanket over their embraced forms.

“You alright?”

She nodded and glanced up at him, blushing to see him staring so intently at her.

`He's so handsome.'

Her hand moved on its own accord. It rose to his face and brushed the three whiskers that she'd grown to love so much.

`He's mine.'

“Sakura,” he sighed, his eyebrows creasing when his eyes clenched. Sakura caressed his face a little longer before giving him a light peck on the lips and settling down again.

“I wish you would let me tell you...” she mumbled, her hands now occupying themselves with the Hokage's necklace in front of her face.

“You can tell me whatever you want when we get back,” he replied.

“I'll regret not telling you this,” she whispered. Her fingers gripped at his collar bone.

“I'll be fine. No matter what happens, I'll always come back to you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Sleep came easy to them soon after—their legs tangled together, Naruto's breath washing over her forehead. Sakura could feet slumber rapidly approaching if her painfully heavy eyes were any indication. However, it seemed the comfort that Naruto was providing her wasn't enough to cease all her worries.

The bad feeling only grew worse.

 

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Yes, it is ended here because I really only wrote this to pass the time until I posted my new story, which is Naruto too. But I'm clever because I made this one leave off where the other one will start up. And that will be posted in a couple weeks from now so stick around!

 

Yeah, sorry no lemon or anything :( (haha, cuz I'm not sure I have the maturity to right one even thought I am now TWENTY!!! ;D)

 

Anyway, I had fun writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it, thanks for reviewing!