Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Lust Filled Eyes of a Frozen Heart ❯ Whispers In The Dark ( Chapter 1 )

RATING: NC-17!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, POSSIBLE RAPE, GRUESOME SCENES,AND MATURE CONTENT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. (I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE!!!)

 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Naruto characters. Though I did come up with the story and any original characters, please ask to use!! If it sounds familiar message me and provide evidence. I will try to change it.

 

Summary: Sakura's life had finally returned to resemble somewhat of a normal ninja life; but a last minute decision of Tsunade's will change all that. Follow Sakura on her journey as she delves into the depths of insanity that we call love and returns with more than she bargained for.

 

Pairing: Kakashi X Sakura X Sasuke

 

 

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Lust Filled Eyes of a Frozen Heart

 

Chapter One:

 

Whispers in the Dark…

 

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Darkness would envelope everything if you let it. It can become your worst nightmare and yet your best friend. The darkness can hold the loneliness you crave, or the freedom you desire, but it may also contain the insanity in which you run from.

 

I am evil, a betrayer. Or rather, that is what they call me. I can hear it whispered throughout the darkness. Their voices are dripping malice, like liquid poison, with every word that slips past their moist lips. They say I was scared; they say I was weak. I used to deny everything, and used any chance to prove them wrong. I used to believe that I was not afraid; that I was strong; that I was not insane. But, I tend to ask myself, were they entirely wrong?

 

No, they were entirely correct. I am a coward. I never did take responsibility for my actions. Because of this, I spent my entire life running; I still do. What ever I had held dear has been stripped from my being; even my mind.

 

On most nights, I allow those once damning thoughts to enter my mind. Most of them are of smiling faces and of happy times. But I cannot help but wonder, are they memories or my dreams? One bright smiling face seems to haunt my thoughts more than the others. It breaks whatever is left of my soul, shattering it into unrecognizable pieces…and yet I pray for it every night. Do you know it is I see? I see my beloved, untainted, Sakura.

 

A loud crash reverberated throughout the large stone training room. “Wake up Sasuke!” a voice purred, “you are never going to get stronger if you keep this up. How are you going to kill Itachi? You do want him dead do you not?” The voice veiled by darkness mocked me, as it slowly picked away at my soul, my sanity, and oh how I enjoyed it.

 

That man's icy golden eyes glared at me through the darkness. I could pick out his slender form, impossibly black hair and his sheer snowy white and milky smooth skin. He was a snake of a man, but a brilliant one at that. And for all his brilliance, he knew he hit a sore spot. I only put up with it because that man was my only hope. For, through his torture, I am to become a man. I am to become strong.

 

I will never run away, never again.

 

“My dear Sasuke,” the man again purred his icy cool, deep throaty voice washed over me, paining me much like a freezing shower. “You have one more chance to master this childish maneuver; else, you will be punished tonight. One last shot...” The threat was anything but idle, and how do I know this you ask. Why, from experience of course.

 

I gasped for air as shooting pain wracked my lithe body. The pain was much like hundreds of barbed needles digging under my skin, ripping, pulling and pretty much shredding my muscles and tendons.

 

I had one more shot; one last chance.

 

Wishing myself luck, I ran towards the evil man. Who, somehow miraculously in this short time, had become my savior.

 

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Sakura sighed again for the umpteenth time that day, as she leaned against the familiar and somewhat comforting deep faded red entrance of her beloved Konoha. The sun was slowly trailing towards the horizon, leaving deep azure trails in its path.

 

Over the course of a few hours the wind had died down and the snow had eventually stopped falling, and boy, was she ever glad for it. But, the air had increased its icy chill ten fold, causing her smooth lily skin to become marred by goose bumps, under her warm - yet extremely gaudy - yellow poncho.

 

“Where are you…” whispered the impatient Sakura under her breath. It had been at least two hours after the set meeting time, and Kakashi was late, really late, again.

 

Team seven had eventually learned that the lateness that was Kakashi was habitual. And thusly, they had quickly discovered that if they told him the wrong time - i.e. saying that they were meeting at least two hours earlier than when they were actually going to meet - he showed up, amazingly, around the right time.

 

Now Kakashi was all but stupid. He knew what they were trying to pull and no one, and nothing was going to keep him from being late; nope, nothing. Sure, he humored them, only showing up a few minutes late from the designated meeting time, rather than a few hours, but eventually, he got bored with seeing their happy faces. That and he had thought up a multitude of new excuses for being late. Oh how he was just itching to try them out; so, to their utter disappointment, had begun to come extremely late again. Oh how he enjoyed torturing the innocent genin.

 

Now Sakura was all but a genin, she was a distinguished medical chuunin. And still, he treated her like some meager beginner genin. Another sigh escaped her lips.

 

A loud pop shattered the peaceful wintry silence that Sakura had so easily lost her self into, not to mention a large cloud of smoke enveloped the poor girl forcing strained coughs from her delicate throat.

 

“Yo!” greeted Kakashi his familiar orange book in hand, comforted by the familiar scene about to occur.

 

Sakura was flabbergasted; he was in total three hours and fifty five minutes late, almost beating his outstanding record of four hours late.

 

“So what's the reason this time?” asked Sakura, sarcasm dripping from every word that slipped past her lips.

 

“Well you see…” began Kakashi, rubbing the back of his head in an exaggerated manner, his eye creasing ever so slightly as he smiled. Which unfortunately, the eye creasing was the only way you could tell he was smiling. “I got lost under my bed after looking for my favorite mask, and well, I couldn't find a phone.”

 

`Dear god was that the best he can come up with?' thought an exasperated Sakura. “You used that three weeks ago Kakashi-sensei” grumbled a highly irate bubble gum haired woman.

 

“I did? Huh. No matter, let's be off” and with smooth and eloquent grace he stepped forward, book in hand.

 

“Did you have to bring that?” questioned Sakura.

 

There was no reply.

 

“And so we begin…” huffed Sakura who utterly dreaded the weeks to come.

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AN: Alright, I had no idea what else I was going to put in this chapter. None whatsoever, so I edited it, and said: “Screw this, I'm posting it”. So whether you like it or not, this is chapter 1.

 

And yes, right after saying I had a schedule, I go and break it. Dear lord I'm awful. No matter, I'm loved anyway.

 

Enjoy!