Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Not everthing is as it seems. ❯ leave!! ( Chapter 2 )
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By: blackarora 
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.27.2006 | Updated On: 12.27.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Psychological / Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 12.27.2006 | Updated On: 12.27.2006 | Pages: 6 | Words: 6.7K | Visits: 541 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter 2
Leave me alone!!
Birds chirruped outside the sleeping blonde’s window and despite his best efforts to ignore the sunlight that was pressing through the cracks of his mini-blinds, Naruto woke up. Stiff and sore with a horrible sticky feeling between his thighs, he lay limply in bed for a few moments as he mentally encouraged himself to try and break out of the cocoon his sheets had formed around him.
Shifting slightly and wincing from the pain in his bum, Naruto was acutely aware of the terry cloth wrapped around his waist and the disturbing moisture that soaked it. Groaning as he flopped back down, the soaked towel meant that his blood had probably soaked the mattress as well. Peeling himself out of the bunched and clinging blankets one sheet fold at a time, Naruto finally made it out of his entangled bedding and crawled out of the wet bed to survey the damage.
Deep red, almost brown, dried blood was caked around his genitals and had smeared almost down to his knees. Smudges of red in all stages of drying interrupted the old flaking blood and Naruto could not help but shudder at the gory sight. His sheets, once a pale shade of eggshell white, were now the same rusty red as his thighs and the center of the mess still a wet crimson.
Turning and taking a step, he felt the wet warmth ooze out of him to add another coat to the red already over his thighs as it dripped down to his knees. Grunting at the disturbing feeling of wetness running down his legs, he waited for the ache that had flared up in his rear to die back down to a more manageable level.
He was a shinobi and could handle the pain. Pain was nothing to him, hell, he’d had a fist shoved through his shoulder and kept on fighting. It was just uncomfortable and there was no reason that he should plow through the pain if he did not have to.
After a few moments he stepped toward his bathroom. Even though it still hurt, he’d grown annoyed at the discomfort and moved anyway. Flipping the lights on he saw the mess he had made the night before. Partial bloody footprints around the sink were interrupted and smeared by watery footprints from when he left the shower before crawling into bed.
Odds were that his carpet was stained with blood spots as well from his march to the bathroom.
Turning around he looked at the floor by his bed and cursed.
Damn, he hated having to get blood out of carpets. Really, who put beige carpets in an apartment that was rented out to shinobi. It was stupid. From the time he was a genin to now, he had routinely come home covered in god knows what, dripping it all over the floor and having to cross the carpets to get to the bathroom to wash it off.
There was that odd brownish blue stain that he had made after a chuunin mission that he still could not get out even after a year of trying. The sand that was still lodged under his couch from the mission that involved tracking through a swamp and there was a garment that inhabited the bottom of his hamper that was growing so much mold it was almost alive. The mold had recently been staging a hostile takeover of the floor around the hamper as well.
The landlady should have at least put in darker carpets so that every little thing did not stand out.
Or maybe he just hated cleaning.
That was probably it.
Stepping through the sticky mess, Naruto turned on the shower and stepped in. Eager to get the crust off of himself, he stepped on the sliver of soap that he had forgotten on the shower floor and wrenched sideways as his foot slid out from under him.
Yelping in surprise, he recovered before he could have his balance totally thrown off and fall to the floor of the tub. Grabbing for support on to the soap shelf with enough force to crack it, Naruto peeled the remains of the bar of soap from the arch of his foot.
He was a shinobi.
He could take the pain that resonated in his rear, that had spiked when he had wrenched sideways and the slow trickle that was oozing out of him.
He didn’t have to like it though.
Face settling into a half frown, Naruto thought about Sasuke. The raven haired bastard that caused him this pain and was the reason behind the annoying flow of blood sliding wetly down his thighs.
Truthfully, he had no idea why he had let it go on for as long as it did. It was just, he had, well, he had thought that maybe Sasuke would realize that he did not like it and stop.
That was giving the bastard too much credit though.
He had been making so many excuses for the prick’s actions, trying to come up with a reason why Sasuke did not treat him right. The bastard had a rough day, he liked it rough, the asshole was just venting some steam. After a while he had almost thought it was his fault. Like he had made a mistake and let Sasuke get away with what he was doing to him because he deserved it. That if he had only said something different or made a different gesture or something, then Sasuke would have treated him better.
Angrily the blond twisted the old shower knob out and to the right. Jets of water sputtered then shot out of the shower head and started to turn hot. Steaming up the mirror as Naruto washed his hair quickly.
He had spent so many weeks trying to figure out how he could change himself to get Sasuke to respond and to start acting like they had when they had first started the relationship, back when it was still a relationship. He had asked, he had shouted, for him to slow down during sex but it always just seemed to make the bastard go faster. He had started to keep lube in his night stand drawer, just in case, but Sasuke never used it. Talking to Sasuke was like talking to a wall and every time he had brought up their sexual encounters the bastard would just walk away, or he punched him and started a fight.
Naruto had tried asking what the problem was in private and was always assured that there wasn’t any problem and then was taunted by the prick because he was acting like a emotional little girl.
So of course he let Sasuke have his way just to prove he could take it.
And Sasuke just got rougher to try and get him to complain again, then kept getting more and more dominating and less considerate.
Admittedly he did like it rough, he wasn’t some wussy girl that wanted flowers and softness. No, he could hold his own and liked his sex to be just as wild as he was, but Sasuke. Sasuke took that and changed it into him being overpowered and hurt. It was like Sasuke wanted to see him under his control and that somehow made it so that it was the blonde’s fault for being put into that situation in the first place.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle and his much abused loofah, Naruto splattered the soap onto it then ran it softly over the blood that still clung to his thighs.
It was not his fault.
He had tried to stop him.
No, it was never his fault that Sasuke was a twisted jerk with a sadistic streak in him.
The only thing that was his fault was that he had let it go on for as long as he had.
Rinsing the now red loofah, Naruto sighed and pressed his head to the cool tiles of the shower stall where the water did not reach.
If Sasuke had not been so impatient and hurt him, he might not have told him to go away. He might very well have continued down that train of thought, thinking he deserved it and let the prick get away with more than just hurting him in the sack.
God, was this how domestic abuse started?
One partner thinking he has to dominate the other and the other thinking that its his/her fault and letting the downward spiral continue until Sasuke could beat the shit out of him anytime and go on thinking it was normal?
Fuck, good thing he got out when he did, he never wanted to get caught in a mind game like that. He was notoriously bad at mind games and had no doubt that he would lose, especially to Sasuke who had so much experience with mind games thanks to his older brother and the snake Orochimaru.
That was probably where he got it from, one of those twisted fucks.
Adding more soap to the loofah and running it over his stained flesh again to make sure he got it all, Naruto straightened and rinsed the rather gory looking loofah futilely under the shower knob before giving up and hanging it on the shower knob then turning the shower off.
Stepping out and grabbing the last of his clean towels, he wrapped it around his waist and went to his dresser where he kept his boxers and underthings.
He needed a pair that he did not like and would not care if they got blood stained and thrown in the trash. Finding a faded gray pair from one of his numerous trips to the hospital, he slid them on. He threw the towel over the ever growing laundry pile that had formed because he was not interested in fighting the mold that overtook his hamper. The towel that he had ‘acquired’ from a hotel he had stayed in during one of his many missions, slid down the side of the large pile of laundry and crumpled into a heap at the base of Mt. Dirty Clothes. A small red spot was on one of the many folds visible to Naruto.
Not a very big spot, but there nonetheless. Inwardly he cursed blocking Kyuubi’s chakra, he still had about 12 hours before it even started to kick back in. He was not bleeding enough to threaten his life yet, but it was getting really annoying to feel blood run down his legs.
Glancing at the battered clock on the night stand, he grunted and rummaged through his dresser drawers for a pair of pants he was not very attached to. It was now 10 o’clock and he had a team debrief for the mission at noon.
For once he had plenty of time.
Grabbing a black pair of pants and pulling them on, he wandered out of his room toward the kitchen in search of food. There had to be something in there he could eat. Ramen had a long shelf life and he always kept a store of it on hand.
Walking past the couch on his way to the pantry, he made it three steps before the mop of black hair on the arm rest registered in his brain.
Sasuke always left after he had got his rocks off.
Not even when they were just starting out did the bastard stay the night on the couch or in the bed.
He always left right after.
Turning slowly around and seeing the pale face under the dark hair Naruto cursed.
Why now, when he had kicked him out of his house and life, did the prick decide to stay over?
Growling, his inner spiel turned into a boiling rage as all the injures and injustices he had let the bastard get away with surfaced in his mind.
Naruto silently strode over to the bastard sleeping on his couch and grabbed said bastard by the collar. Lifting him to his feet and screaming at him to get the hell out.
Sasuke’s eyes shot open as soon as he was grabbed though the jerk did not seem all that perturbed at finding himself being yelled at.
Which of course pissed Naruto off further.
"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE HELL OUT AND STAY OUT. ARE YOU SO STUPID THAT YOU DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THAT?"
Sasuke didn’t move or say anything he just looked balefully at the irate man who held him for a few moments. Then slowly the pale Uchiha reached up and grabbed the pressure points on Naruto’s wrist in perfect form and the blond involuntarily opened his clenched fist.
Taking a step back from the seething blond, Sasuke straightened his sleep rumpled black shirt and put on his vest that was hung over the couch back.
"You were bleeding."
"YOU’RE A DAY LATE AND A YEN SHORT FUCKHEAD. GET THE HELL OUT."
"Stop yelling, I can hear you just fine."
It was an automatic response, well, it required minimal mental prompting, but Naruto’s fist clenched, then collided with Sasuke’s face. Then his knee jumped up and met Sasuke’s stomach.
The bastard did not block the all too obvious blows that any jounin worth their salt would have seen coming a mile away and when Sasuke had the wind knocked out of him by the hit to the gut, Naruto leaned in close to the prick’s ears and screamed.
"BUT YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME SAY ‘NO’ LAST NIGHT? YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME YELL IN PAIN? YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME SAY STOP?"
Naruto grabbed Sasuke by the collar again and pushed him backwards to the door and out. Just as they cleared the couch, the ice prick knocked the fist away.
"I heard you."
The blonde’s teeth were grinding so loud that it almost blocked out the words spoken in a deadly calm voice.
"But you didn’t stop anyway? Get out of my house Sasuke! I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. I don’t care why you stayed or why about anything that happened between us, it’s over, so get the hell out."
Stalking to the door, Naruto jerked it open and held it, making his intentions very clear.
Silence echoed dangerously in the small apartment, but Naruto stood his ground holding the door.
The was a stiffly muttered ‘fine’ after a few moments and Sasuke stalked past Naruto without so much as a look in his direction and out of the house.
Naruto slammed the door as soon as the bastard was out and stomped to the kitchen. Banging pots and pans, knocking things aside as he looked for the elusive ramen he was certain he still had. Finding his stash of miso ramen in the small cupboard above the refrigerator, he grabbed the kettle and started to fill it with water.
Only to throw it at the sink where it crashed into the faucet and dented the side.
He was no longer hungry, just pissed at the bastard.
He wanted to throw more things, to thrash and punch and maim the bastard.
Stalking back to his bedroom and grabbing a shirt, Naruto picked up his gear pouch and left his apartment. He desperately needed to find a place to let out some steam before he had to face Sasuke at the team debrief in two hours. It would not look good if he marched in and killed him right in front of the Hokage, not to mention ending any shot he had at becoming Hokage as well.
He still had his dream after all, and he would be dammed if he let Sasuke get in the way of that.
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It was uncomfortable at worst, but as Naruto slammed his fist into the wooden dummy for what seemed like the thousandth time, he figured it was tolerable. His torn insides had clotted so that blood only flowed out when he twisted, or moved his legs.
Which he had been doing a lot of.
Spinning around to kick the dummy, he winced slightly then imagined the dummy was Sasuke and kicked it again. Flipping and landing in a crouch, the blond blur flung several kunai, nailing several targets dead center before he flipped and spun to attack the next dummy.
Only to find his pink haired teammate standing in the way of it.
Sakura was still the most beautiful girl he had ever met. She had kept her hair short and sported the short skirt with tight shirt that he liked so much. Her hands were on her shapely hips and she had a disapproving scowl on her pretty face.
"You missed the debrief."
Sidestepping her, he punched the dummy so that it made a resounding cracking noise as the wood splintered from the force he had put behind it.
"So what?"
Not stopping, he rolled right into a spin kick and toppled the dummy. Jumping clear he darted to the next one in the small clearing he had been using for taijustu practice ever since he was in the academy.
Sakura jumped in front of the defenseless straw dummy and blocked the roundhouse kick that was sure to snap its support in half.
"You never miss a debrief and Sasuke said that you were hurt."
Naruto didn’t stop the guttural roar or the perfect punch that snapped the dummy meant only for kunai target practice, in two and sent the top part scuttling under a nearby shrub.
Sakura looked unfazed as she stood her ground in front of him, mere inches away from the point of impact.
"So what’s wrong? You’re obviously mad about something."
Sweat dripped from his nose and poured down his face and arms. Inwardly glad that he could blame the sensation of warmth running down his legs as sweat. The black pants would not let anybody else know that it wasn’t.
"Don’t worry about it."
Like he was going to spill his guts about him and Sasuke to a girl he wanted to date. She was still pining over the bastard and just the thought of the prick pulling the same stunt that he had with him, on her, made his blood boil. Why couldn’t she see that Sasuke was messed up in the head. Here he was perfectly normal, if you didn’t count holding one demented fox demon that wanted to kill everybody, and she still wanted the most self-centered bastard there ever was.
It just wasn’t fair.
Jumping to a battle worn dummy across the clearing, he slammed his fists into it in rapid succession then kicked it.
"Naruto, stop already."
His response was to roar and decimate the dummy in a flurry of punches and kicks. He had been so blind to not see the downward spiral Sasuke had taken him on. Each encounter had gotten gradually worse until he was so used to being hurt that it seemed normal.
He hated Sasuke for that, for taking his pride away and being so damn subliminal.
He hated the blood he knew was running down his legs.
He hated the fact he had to send Sakura of all people to look in on him.
But mostly he hated the fact he had not stopped it sooner.
Warm arms wrapped around his chest from behind, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Naruto, stop, please. You’re leaving bloody foot prints in the dirt. I know you’re hurt, let me help you. Then you can go right back to mutilating all the practice dummies you want."
The sweet, soft voice drifted up from just behind his ear and he couldn’t help noticing the soft, round breasts pressing against his sweat soaked back and all he could do was agree with her with a terse ‘fine’.
Breasts did that to him, especially Sakura’s breasts .
She stepped away and Naruto sighed at the loss of contact with the mammary glands.
"So do you want me to treat you here, or at your apartment."
Opportunity shined her beautiful face on him today. Here was the best chance to get the girl he wanted most into his apartment and have a legitimate reason to take his pants off. It was his backside that was hurt and bleeding though his front side was agreeing with his swiftly formulating plan to try and shag Sakura.
Of course it was futile, but could always hope and never give up trying. If he had learned anything from the ero-sannin it was persistence and a love for breasts.
Oh, and wouldn’t that piss Sasuke off to no end. The stupid blond he treated like shit, gets the prettiest girl that he could have had but had rejected just to go run off and be all gay.
"Apartment."
"Fine."
She was looking at him oddly, like she was already evaluating him. So he wasn’t his normal exuberant self, so what. Sakura was still coming over to his apartment and that was a triumphant occasion any day. Now he just had to get her to his bedroom. A broad smile spread across his face and his pink haired teammate sighed and turned to lead the way out of the woods where the clearing he used for practice was in.
Already he was feeling better, true, his bum still hurt and there was the drizzle of blood going down his leg, but he felt a bit more like his old self. Still smiling, he jumped over a fallen log to walk beside Sakura. He placed his hands behind his head and grinned so wide, his vibrant blue eyes closed to just slits.
The silence that fell over them was a comfortable one forged from years of friendship, but Naruto still fidgeted. He knew he smelt bad and there were bug bites on his arms and he really should say something to her. He really did not think he could just get her to his apartment and then immediately commence copulation, she would kill him if he tried that.
No he needed to say something, all the right somethings so that she would not hit him upside the head if he tried to kiss her.
"Ahh, Sakura you look really pretty today."
She looked sideways at him and smiled.
"Thank you Naruto."
Her green eyes sparkled from his compliment and he wanted to dance from having made a move and not gotten pummeled for it. Licking his lips, getting ready for the next compliment he planned to butter her up with, the trees suddenly spun around him.
Reaching out, Naruto grabbed hold of a nearby tree to steady himself as vertigo claimed him for a moment. He had not eaten in a while and had really pushed himself training so he was tired and needed to eat something. It was just low blood sugar or something like that.
Maybe he could use this as an excuse to get her to go eat something with him. Then he could propose a second date, then a third, then maybe the copulating. He concentrated on that instead of the way the air in front of him seemed to shimmer.
Sakura stopped to look worriedly back at him and he brushed it off like nothing had happened, speeding up to reach her side again. Then he fished around for the compliment he had meant to give before he got woozy.
He got her to talk and laugh a few times as they made their way to the road that led to the gaggle of buildings his apartment was in. Each step was getting him closer to his apartment and goal of bedding the girl walking next to him.
The grey of a lamp post blurred with the green side of a building and mixed in with the brown of a wooden fence. The colors twirled around him and made him grab onto the lamp post to stay on his feet as the spinning got faster.
"You alright?"
Sakura appeared at his elbow and he nodded, the motion clearing his head of the blended colors, surprised that she had snuck up on him. His weakened gesture did nothing to quench the medic’s suspicions. She hovered by his side for the rest of the short walk and although this was more than fine with him, he was sure she heard his pained hiss as he climbed the short set of stairs that led up to his door.
Pushing the door in, he kicked off his zori and stepped up into the main part of his apartment proper. He groaned as the room blurred around him, spinning so fast that he felt his legs give out. Sakura had to grab his arm to keep him from falling and he used it as an excuse to cling to her and nuzzle her shoulder.
"I told you he was injured."
The icy voice sent a simmer of rage to his blood. How many times would he have to say it for the prick to hear him and why now?
Why did he have to ruin his shot with Sakura? She would definitely not want to do anything with him if he was here. Barely able to keep his voice to a near normal level to not tip off the pink haired vixen he had wrapped his arms around, the blond spat out.
"Get out of my house bastard."
Sasuke ignored Naruto’s harsh words, walking towards the blond to give Sakura a hand supporting him.
All the rage and hate that he had worked off came rushing back to him. Sasuke was just fucking with him again. Ruining his plan to get with Sakura and rubbing his face in it just by being there.
As the Uchihas hand touched his arm, Naruto lurched away.
"Don’t touch me jerk!!"
He had enough of the bastard’s little games, he’d had enough of thinking it was his fault for the way he was treated and now that he’d decided to get rid of the bastard, Sasuke would not leave him alone.
His grip on Sakura slipped from his sudden movement, jarring the blur back into the room, making him wobble and have to reach out to steady himself on the nearest wall. The room started to spin around him and Naruto found it hard to focus on the raven haired man standing in front of him. The stupid, plan-ruining ass still had that cocksure little smirk on his face that always made him want to beat the shit out of him.
"Naruto, come on, he’s just trying to help."
The soft, female voice could not stop the room from spinning faster and the colors were blurred together nauseatingly as they zoomed passed his eyes.
"Naruto?"
There was the ice-like, pissy voice he hated, but where was the condescending tone that was telling him he liked it?
Closing his eyes against the onslaught of mixed colors, the blond felt his legs give out. Hands grabbed him by the shoulders and did not let him fall to the floor. The hands were much too big to be Sakura’s. He struggled to get Sasuke to let him go.
Now the prick wanted to play nice.
Only after he had sent him packing.
The hands stubbornly held him and then wrapped around his shoulders to support him. Making him growl with helpless rage as he was led to his bedroom by the prick he had kicked out of it just the night before. He opened his eyes tentatively, this time not seeing the blurry jumble of colors, but his stack of clothes and the soiled carpet stained with his blood.
Someone had flipped his mattress so there was no gory mess on it, there was just one rusty colored spot the thickness of his thumb, but that was it. So at least his mattress had one good side he could lay on, he would still have to replace it though or the blood soaked side would attract bugs.
Sakura pushed past him and Sasuke as she hastily threw a new sheet over the mattress, not giving the blood spot a second glance or even tucking the corners of the sheet in.
There was a quick hand motion once she had finished and he stepped away from the bastard who held him. Only to wobble and have Sasuke grab him again and help him to the bedside.
Shoving the bastard away once he was close to the bed, Naruto climbed on and grunted as he sat. He propped himself up with his hands so he could watch as Sakura went into full medic mode.
She felt his forehead, then throat, hands glowing green that left a tingle in its wake.
He supposed he could save her the time and just say where he was bleeding, but that would be like letting Sasuke win somehow so he stayed quiet. Feeling the annoying sensation of blood flowing out, the blond shifted and hoped Sakura did not see. He did not want to destroy this side of his mattress as well but he was not going to ask for a towel either.
The bastard grabbed the towel he had used to dry off from his earlier shower and handed it to Naruto who was glaring at him. The blond shifted and placed in under himself then returned to glaring at Sasuke.
"Now, leave."
The icy tone sounded odd coming from the blond who was normally so enigmatic and friendly.
Sasuke grunted and leaned on the wall behind him, not showing that the odd tone bothered him or that he had any inclination to leave.
Sakura watched the two shinobi she grew up with and noticed the change in the behavior of both. Naruto was so cold and Sasuke was being his uncaring self, but he had been worried earlier. So much that he had frightened Tsunade at the debrief.
Sighing, she really had no patience for their rivalry or whatever was wrong this time between the two.
"Sasuke out. Whatever it is that Naruto is pissed at you about can wait until I’m finished."
There was the classic Uchiha grunt of compliance and the dark clad form stalked out of the room.
Sakura sighed as Sasuke left and stepped up to the blond waiting for her.
"Close the door."
The harsh way Naruto spoke confused her.
As far as she knew, they’d worked past their rivalry and were friends, but now there was a rift as wide if not wider than when they had first formed team 7.
Shaking her head, she closed the door and returned Naruto’s side.
"What happened between you two?"
"Nothing."
So much for her trying to help their friendship.
Naruto jerked his head away from her and studied the wall above his headboard as he felt the green warmth from Sakura’s healing jutsu sorting out what was wrong with him. Slowly she ran her hands lower on his body and when she reached his hips she gasped.
"What?"
Looking the medic in her beautiful green eyes he saw her face turn red from the blush that was forming.
"Did he do this to you?"
At least, he had thought it was a blush, but now she sounded angry.
"It doesn’t matter."
The green eyes were scrutinizing him, then she sighed and pushed him so that he laid back on the bed. Her hands pulled his shirt up and settled just under his belly button. The green chakra surged to cover her hands more thickly than before and he could feel the warmth spread through him, radiating from where she was touching him.
A few strands of her pink hair fell forward into her face as she concentrated on healing the torn passage inside of him. Reaching up, Naruto brushed the silky strands back behind her ear. Sakura looked briefly at his face and smiled before turning back to healing him.
Slowly he let his hand fall to the bed. He never had a chance with her, even without the obstacle of the Uchiha between them. Deep down he knew that, though it had never stopped him from trying and hoping nor would it ever.
Now that he was laying in bed, he realized just how tired he was and the warm tingle from Sakura was making him even more sleepy.
Sakura’s voice pulled him out of the light doze he had wandered into and he blinked several times to focus his eyes on her.
"He ripped you up really bad, and I can tell that you’ve stopped Kyuubi from healing you."
She was scrutinizing him again and he squirmed under the gaze. She looked almost apologetic as she voiced out her thoughts for confirmation and he froze at her words.
"You stopped the fox from healing you because he heals everything without regard to context."
Naruto’s face twisted into a confused look and Sakura smiled faintly as she twisted around to sit down next to him on the bed, hands still pressed against his lower abs glowing green. She was so smart, he always liked that about her. Even if she confused him some times.
"Kyuubi heals you when you’re having sex and makes it so you’re always tight, so tight that you tore."
It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. Naruto shifted uncomfortably, he didn’t know she knew so much about him. That he had Kyuubi, yes, but not that he healed him or anything. Plus he really hadn’t wanted her to know that he had been having sex with anyone, let alone was the bottom.
Sakura lifted one hand and stopped the healing chakra before she set it on his shoulder and rubbed it in comforting circles.
"But yet Sasuke still managed to hurt you even after you stopped Kyuubi from making it too tight. That’s why you’re mad at him. Did I get it right Naruto?"
"Close enough."
Filling in the details would be too humiliating to think about so he just let her heal him in silence.
This sucked, here he was with Sakura finally in his bedroom, the only problem was that now she probably thought he was gay.
Bi at best.
Oh, and Sasuke, his apparent partner, who he in fact hated, was sitting in the living room.
Yup, it sucked.
The light hum of the healing chakra and the massaging circles had him dozing off again. Head falling back and eyes closing, Sakura removed her hand from his shoulder, but he was too far gone to notice.
Then Sakura grabbed his thighs.
Naruto let out an awkward yelp and lurched back and was instantly embarrassed. Partly because he was caught unawares and partly that Sakura had grabbed him so close to his privates. One of her hands was still resting on his thigh and he looked up at the girl’s face gulping before he tried to speak. Letting out just a high pitched squeak, he clamped his jaw shut and continued to watch wide eyed as she placed her other hand on his thigh as well.
Sakura looked at him, then her hands and rolled her eyes.
"You lost a lot of blood Naruto and your bone morrow in your femur, is what produces it. So I have to use chakra to kick your bone morrow into overtime to make up for the blood you lost. Unless, of course you want to go to the hospital to get a transfusion."
Of course. There was a logical explanation for her grabbing him there.
Shaking his head no, still not sure if he could talk again, he gave himself a swift mental kick in the ass. If he choked up when all she did was set her hands in the general area of his groin, he would hate to think of what would happen if she ever grabbed his dick.
It would definitely complicate things if he ever got her to have sex with him.
Settling down on the sheet as she used chakra to jump start his bone morrow into reproducing the blood he had lost. The groggy feeling came over him and the room seemed to fuzz out. His legs were warm, just from hip to knees though, and Sakura sounded far off.
"Just sleep it off, you should be fine when you wake up. Oh, and eat something with sugar in it."
Great, now she was leaving him. He could hear her opening the door and stepping out. Then the stupid prick’s voice rang out asking something followed by a sharp crack that resonated from Sakura smacking him across the face.
Giving into the darkness a broad smile on his face, Naruto could still hear Sakura yelling at Sasuke for hurting him.
Leave me alone!!
Birds chirruped outside the sleeping blonde’s window and despite his best efforts to ignore the sunlight that was pressing through the cracks of his mini-blinds, Naruto woke up. Stiff and sore with a horrible sticky feeling between his thighs, he lay limply in bed for a few moments as he mentally encouraged himself to try and break out of the cocoon his sheets had formed around him.
Shifting slightly and wincing from the pain in his bum, Naruto was acutely aware of the terry cloth wrapped around his waist and the disturbing moisture that soaked it. Groaning as he flopped back down, the soaked towel meant that his blood had probably soaked the mattress as well. Peeling himself out of the bunched and clinging blankets one sheet fold at a time, Naruto finally made it out of his entangled bedding and crawled out of the wet bed to survey the damage.
Deep red, almost brown, dried blood was caked around his genitals and had smeared almost down to his knees. Smudges of red in all stages of drying interrupted the old flaking blood and Naruto could not help but shudder at the gory sight. His sheets, once a pale shade of eggshell white, were now the same rusty red as his thighs and the center of the mess still a wet crimson.
Turning and taking a step, he felt the wet warmth ooze out of him to add another coat to the red already over his thighs as it dripped down to his knees. Grunting at the disturbing feeling of wetness running down his legs, he waited for the ache that had flared up in his rear to die back down to a more manageable level.
He was a shinobi and could handle the pain. Pain was nothing to him, hell, he’d had a fist shoved through his shoulder and kept on fighting. It was just uncomfortable and there was no reason that he should plow through the pain if he did not have to.
After a few moments he stepped toward his bathroom. Even though it still hurt, he’d grown annoyed at the discomfort and moved anyway. Flipping the lights on he saw the mess he had made the night before. Partial bloody footprints around the sink were interrupted and smeared by watery footprints from when he left the shower before crawling into bed.
Odds were that his carpet was stained with blood spots as well from his march to the bathroom.
Turning around he looked at the floor by his bed and cursed.
Damn, he hated having to get blood out of carpets. Really, who put beige carpets in an apartment that was rented out to shinobi. It was stupid. From the time he was a genin to now, he had routinely come home covered in god knows what, dripping it all over the floor and having to cross the carpets to get to the bathroom to wash it off.
There was that odd brownish blue stain that he had made after a chuunin mission that he still could not get out even after a year of trying. The sand that was still lodged under his couch from the mission that involved tracking through a swamp and there was a garment that inhabited the bottom of his hamper that was growing so much mold it was almost alive. The mold had recently been staging a hostile takeover of the floor around the hamper as well.
The landlady should have at least put in darker carpets so that every little thing did not stand out.
Or maybe he just hated cleaning.
That was probably it.
Stepping through the sticky mess, Naruto turned on the shower and stepped in. Eager to get the crust off of himself, he stepped on the sliver of soap that he had forgotten on the shower floor and wrenched sideways as his foot slid out from under him.
Yelping in surprise, he recovered before he could have his balance totally thrown off and fall to the floor of the tub. Grabbing for support on to the soap shelf with enough force to crack it, Naruto peeled the remains of the bar of soap from the arch of his foot.
He was a shinobi.
He could take the pain that resonated in his rear, that had spiked when he had wrenched sideways and the slow trickle that was oozing out of him.
He didn’t have to like it though.
Face settling into a half frown, Naruto thought about Sasuke. The raven haired bastard that caused him this pain and was the reason behind the annoying flow of blood sliding wetly down his thighs.
Truthfully, he had no idea why he had let it go on for as long as it did. It was just, he had, well, he had thought that maybe Sasuke would realize that he did not like it and stop.
That was giving the bastard too much credit though.
He had been making so many excuses for the prick’s actions, trying to come up with a reason why Sasuke did not treat him right. The bastard had a rough day, he liked it rough, the asshole was just venting some steam. After a while he had almost thought it was his fault. Like he had made a mistake and let Sasuke get away with what he was doing to him because he deserved it. That if he had only said something different or made a different gesture or something, then Sasuke would have treated him better.
Angrily the blond twisted the old shower knob out and to the right. Jets of water sputtered then shot out of the shower head and started to turn hot. Steaming up the mirror as Naruto washed his hair quickly.
He had spent so many weeks trying to figure out how he could change himself to get Sasuke to respond and to start acting like they had when they had first started the relationship, back when it was still a relationship. He had asked, he had shouted, for him to slow down during sex but it always just seemed to make the bastard go faster. He had started to keep lube in his night stand drawer, just in case, but Sasuke never used it. Talking to Sasuke was like talking to a wall and every time he had brought up their sexual encounters the bastard would just walk away, or he punched him and started a fight.
Naruto had tried asking what the problem was in private and was always assured that there wasn’t any problem and then was taunted by the prick because he was acting like a emotional little girl.
So of course he let Sasuke have his way just to prove he could take it.
And Sasuke just got rougher to try and get him to complain again, then kept getting more and more dominating and less considerate.
Admittedly he did like it rough, he wasn’t some wussy girl that wanted flowers and softness. No, he could hold his own and liked his sex to be just as wild as he was, but Sasuke. Sasuke took that and changed it into him being overpowered and hurt. It was like Sasuke wanted to see him under his control and that somehow made it so that it was the blonde’s fault for being put into that situation in the first place.
Grabbing the shampoo bottle and his much abused loofah, Naruto splattered the soap onto it then ran it softly over the blood that still clung to his thighs.
It was not his fault.
He had tried to stop him.
No, it was never his fault that Sasuke was a twisted jerk with a sadistic streak in him.
The only thing that was his fault was that he had let it go on for as long as he had.
Rinsing the now red loofah, Naruto sighed and pressed his head to the cool tiles of the shower stall where the water did not reach.
If Sasuke had not been so impatient and hurt him, he might not have told him to go away. He might very well have continued down that train of thought, thinking he deserved it and let the prick get away with more than just hurting him in the sack.
God, was this how domestic abuse started?
One partner thinking he has to dominate the other and the other thinking that its his/her fault and letting the downward spiral continue until Sasuke could beat the shit out of him anytime and go on thinking it was normal?
Fuck, good thing he got out when he did, he never wanted to get caught in a mind game like that. He was notoriously bad at mind games and had no doubt that he would lose, especially to Sasuke who had so much experience with mind games thanks to his older brother and the snake Orochimaru.
That was probably where he got it from, one of those twisted fucks.
Adding more soap to the loofah and running it over his stained flesh again to make sure he got it all, Naruto straightened and rinsed the rather gory looking loofah futilely under the shower knob before giving up and hanging it on the shower knob then turning the shower off.
Stepping out and grabbing the last of his clean towels, he wrapped it around his waist and went to his dresser where he kept his boxers and underthings.
He needed a pair that he did not like and would not care if they got blood stained and thrown in the trash. Finding a faded gray pair from one of his numerous trips to the hospital, he slid them on. He threw the towel over the ever growing laundry pile that had formed because he was not interested in fighting the mold that overtook his hamper. The towel that he had ‘acquired’ from a hotel he had stayed in during one of his many missions, slid down the side of the large pile of laundry and crumpled into a heap at the base of Mt. Dirty Clothes. A small red spot was on one of the many folds visible to Naruto.
Not a very big spot, but there nonetheless. Inwardly he cursed blocking Kyuubi’s chakra, he still had about 12 hours before it even started to kick back in. He was not bleeding enough to threaten his life yet, but it was getting really annoying to feel blood run down his legs.
Glancing at the battered clock on the night stand, he grunted and rummaged through his dresser drawers for a pair of pants he was not very attached to. It was now 10 o’clock and he had a team debrief for the mission at noon.
For once he had plenty of time.
Grabbing a black pair of pants and pulling them on, he wandered out of his room toward the kitchen in search of food. There had to be something in there he could eat. Ramen had a long shelf life and he always kept a store of it on hand.
Walking past the couch on his way to the pantry, he made it three steps before the mop of black hair on the arm rest registered in his brain.
Sasuke always left after he had got his rocks off.
Not even when they were just starting out did the bastard stay the night on the couch or in the bed.
He always left right after.
Turning slowly around and seeing the pale face under the dark hair Naruto cursed.
Why now, when he had kicked him out of his house and life, did the prick decide to stay over?
Growling, his inner spiel turned into a boiling rage as all the injures and injustices he had let the bastard get away with surfaced in his mind.
Naruto silently strode over to the bastard sleeping on his couch and grabbed said bastard by the collar. Lifting him to his feet and screaming at him to get the hell out.
Sasuke’s eyes shot open as soon as he was grabbed though the jerk did not seem all that perturbed at finding himself being yelled at.
Which of course pissed Naruto off further.
"I TOLD YOU TO GET THE HELL OUT AND STAY OUT. ARE YOU SO STUPID THAT YOU DIDN’T UNDERSTAND THAT?"
Sasuke didn’t move or say anything he just looked balefully at the irate man who held him for a few moments. Then slowly the pale Uchiha reached up and grabbed the pressure points on Naruto’s wrist in perfect form and the blond involuntarily opened his clenched fist.
Taking a step back from the seething blond, Sasuke straightened his sleep rumpled black shirt and put on his vest that was hung over the couch back.
"You were bleeding."
"YOU’RE A DAY LATE AND A YEN SHORT FUCKHEAD. GET THE HELL OUT."
"Stop yelling, I can hear you just fine."
It was an automatic response, well, it required minimal mental prompting, but Naruto’s fist clenched, then collided with Sasuke’s face. Then his knee jumped up and met Sasuke’s stomach.
The bastard did not block the all too obvious blows that any jounin worth their salt would have seen coming a mile away and when Sasuke had the wind knocked out of him by the hit to the gut, Naruto leaned in close to the prick’s ears and screamed.
"BUT YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME SAY ‘NO’ LAST NIGHT? YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME YELL IN PAIN? YOU DIDN’T HEAR ME SAY STOP?"
Naruto grabbed Sasuke by the collar again and pushed him backwards to the door and out. Just as they cleared the couch, the ice prick knocked the fist away.
"I heard you."
The blonde’s teeth were grinding so loud that it almost blocked out the words spoken in a deadly calm voice.
"But you didn’t stop anyway? Get out of my house Sasuke! I don’t want to have anything more to do with you. I don’t care why you stayed or why about anything that happened between us, it’s over, so get the hell out."
Stalking to the door, Naruto jerked it open and held it, making his intentions very clear.
Silence echoed dangerously in the small apartment, but Naruto stood his ground holding the door.
The was a stiffly muttered ‘fine’ after a few moments and Sasuke stalked past Naruto without so much as a look in his direction and out of the house.
Naruto slammed the door as soon as the bastard was out and stomped to the kitchen. Banging pots and pans, knocking things aside as he looked for the elusive ramen he was certain he still had. Finding his stash of miso ramen in the small cupboard above the refrigerator, he grabbed the kettle and started to fill it with water.
Only to throw it at the sink where it crashed into the faucet and dented the side.
He was no longer hungry, just pissed at the bastard.
He wanted to throw more things, to thrash and punch and maim the bastard.
Stalking back to his bedroom and grabbing a shirt, Naruto picked up his gear pouch and left his apartment. He desperately needed to find a place to let out some steam before he had to face Sasuke at the team debrief in two hours. It would not look good if he marched in and killed him right in front of the Hokage, not to mention ending any shot he had at becoming Hokage as well.
He still had his dream after all, and he would be dammed if he let Sasuke get in the way of that.
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It was uncomfortable at worst, but as Naruto slammed his fist into the wooden dummy for what seemed like the thousandth time, he figured it was tolerable. His torn insides had clotted so that blood only flowed out when he twisted, or moved his legs.
Which he had been doing a lot of.
Spinning around to kick the dummy, he winced slightly then imagined the dummy was Sasuke and kicked it again. Flipping and landing in a crouch, the blond blur flung several kunai, nailing several targets dead center before he flipped and spun to attack the next dummy.
Only to find his pink haired teammate standing in the way of it.
Sakura was still the most beautiful girl he had ever met. She had kept her hair short and sported the short skirt with tight shirt that he liked so much. Her hands were on her shapely hips and she had a disapproving scowl on her pretty face.
"You missed the debrief."
Sidestepping her, he punched the dummy so that it made a resounding cracking noise as the wood splintered from the force he had put behind it.
"So what?"
Not stopping, he rolled right into a spin kick and toppled the dummy. Jumping clear he darted to the next one in the small clearing he had been using for taijustu practice ever since he was in the academy.
Sakura jumped in front of the defenseless straw dummy and blocked the roundhouse kick that was sure to snap its support in half.
"You never miss a debrief and Sasuke said that you were hurt."
Naruto didn’t stop the guttural roar or the perfect punch that snapped the dummy meant only for kunai target practice, in two and sent the top part scuttling under a nearby shrub.
Sakura looked unfazed as she stood her ground in front of him, mere inches away from the point of impact.
"So what’s wrong? You’re obviously mad about something."
Sweat dripped from his nose and poured down his face and arms. Inwardly glad that he could blame the sensation of warmth running down his legs as sweat. The black pants would not let anybody else know that it wasn’t.
"Don’t worry about it."
Like he was going to spill his guts about him and Sasuke to a girl he wanted to date. She was still pining over the bastard and just the thought of the prick pulling the same stunt that he had with him, on her, made his blood boil. Why couldn’t she see that Sasuke was messed up in the head. Here he was perfectly normal, if you didn’t count holding one demented fox demon that wanted to kill everybody, and she still wanted the most self-centered bastard there ever was.
It just wasn’t fair.
Jumping to a battle worn dummy across the clearing, he slammed his fists into it in rapid succession then kicked it.
"Naruto, stop already."
His response was to roar and decimate the dummy in a flurry of punches and kicks. He had been so blind to not see the downward spiral Sasuke had taken him on. Each encounter had gotten gradually worse until he was so used to being hurt that it seemed normal.
He hated Sasuke for that, for taking his pride away and being so damn subliminal.
He hated the blood he knew was running down his legs.
He hated the fact he had to send Sakura of all people to look in on him.
But mostly he hated the fact he had not stopped it sooner.
Warm arms wrapped around his chest from behind, pinning his arms to his sides.
"Naruto, stop, please. You’re leaving bloody foot prints in the dirt. I know you’re hurt, let me help you. Then you can go right back to mutilating all the practice dummies you want."
The sweet, soft voice drifted up from just behind his ear and he couldn’t help noticing the soft, round breasts pressing against his sweat soaked back and all he could do was agree with her with a terse ‘fine’.
Breasts did that to him, especially Sakura’s breasts .
She stepped away and Naruto sighed at the loss of contact with the mammary glands.
"So do you want me to treat you here, or at your apartment."
Opportunity shined her beautiful face on him today. Here was the best chance to get the girl he wanted most into his apartment and have a legitimate reason to take his pants off. It was his backside that was hurt and bleeding though his front side was agreeing with his swiftly formulating plan to try and shag Sakura.
Of course it was futile, but could always hope and never give up trying. If he had learned anything from the ero-sannin it was persistence and a love for breasts.
Oh, and wouldn’t that piss Sasuke off to no end. The stupid blond he treated like shit, gets the prettiest girl that he could have had but had rejected just to go run off and be all gay.
"Apartment."
"Fine."
She was looking at him oddly, like she was already evaluating him. So he wasn’t his normal exuberant self, so what. Sakura was still coming over to his apartment and that was a triumphant occasion any day. Now he just had to get her to his bedroom. A broad smile spread across his face and his pink haired teammate sighed and turned to lead the way out of the woods where the clearing he used for practice was in.
Already he was feeling better, true, his bum still hurt and there was the drizzle of blood going down his leg, but he felt a bit more like his old self. Still smiling, he jumped over a fallen log to walk beside Sakura. He placed his hands behind his head and grinned so wide, his vibrant blue eyes closed to just slits.
The silence that fell over them was a comfortable one forged from years of friendship, but Naruto still fidgeted. He knew he smelt bad and there were bug bites on his arms and he really should say something to her. He really did not think he could just get her to his apartment and then immediately commence copulation, she would kill him if he tried that.
No he needed to say something, all the right somethings so that she would not hit him upside the head if he tried to kiss her.
"Ahh, Sakura you look really pretty today."
She looked sideways at him and smiled.
"Thank you Naruto."
Her green eyes sparkled from his compliment and he wanted to dance from having made a move and not gotten pummeled for it. Licking his lips, getting ready for the next compliment he planned to butter her up with, the trees suddenly spun around him.
Reaching out, Naruto grabbed hold of a nearby tree to steady himself as vertigo claimed him for a moment. He had not eaten in a while and had really pushed himself training so he was tired and needed to eat something. It was just low blood sugar or something like that.
Maybe he could use this as an excuse to get her to go eat something with him. Then he could propose a second date, then a third, then maybe the copulating. He concentrated on that instead of the way the air in front of him seemed to shimmer.
Sakura stopped to look worriedly back at him and he brushed it off like nothing had happened, speeding up to reach her side again. Then he fished around for the compliment he had meant to give before he got woozy.
He got her to talk and laugh a few times as they made their way to the road that led to the gaggle of buildings his apartment was in. Each step was getting him closer to his apartment and goal of bedding the girl walking next to him.
The grey of a lamp post blurred with the green side of a building and mixed in with the brown of a wooden fence. The colors twirled around him and made him grab onto the lamp post to stay on his feet as the spinning got faster.
"You alright?"
Sakura appeared at his elbow and he nodded, the motion clearing his head of the blended colors, surprised that she had snuck up on him. His weakened gesture did nothing to quench the medic’s suspicions. She hovered by his side for the rest of the short walk and although this was more than fine with him, he was sure she heard his pained hiss as he climbed the short set of stairs that led up to his door.
Pushing the door in, he kicked off his zori and stepped up into the main part of his apartment proper. He groaned as the room blurred around him, spinning so fast that he felt his legs give out. Sakura had to grab his arm to keep him from falling and he used it as an excuse to cling to her and nuzzle her shoulder.
"I told you he was injured."
The icy voice sent a simmer of rage to his blood. How many times would he have to say it for the prick to hear him and why now?
Why did he have to ruin his shot with Sakura? She would definitely not want to do anything with him if he was here. Barely able to keep his voice to a near normal level to not tip off the pink haired vixen he had wrapped his arms around, the blond spat out.
"Get out of my house bastard."
Sasuke ignored Naruto’s harsh words, walking towards the blond to give Sakura a hand supporting him.
All the rage and hate that he had worked off came rushing back to him. Sasuke was just fucking with him again. Ruining his plan to get with Sakura and rubbing his face in it just by being there.
As the Uchihas hand touched his arm, Naruto lurched away.
"Don’t touch me jerk!!"
He had enough of the bastard’s little games, he’d had enough of thinking it was his fault for the way he was treated and now that he’d decided to get rid of the bastard, Sasuke would not leave him alone.
His grip on Sakura slipped from his sudden movement, jarring the blur back into the room, making him wobble and have to reach out to steady himself on the nearest wall. The room started to spin around him and Naruto found it hard to focus on the raven haired man standing in front of him. The stupid, plan-ruining ass still had that cocksure little smirk on his face that always made him want to beat the shit out of him.
"Naruto, come on, he’s just trying to help."
The soft, female voice could not stop the room from spinning faster and the colors were blurred together nauseatingly as they zoomed passed his eyes.
"Naruto?"
There was the ice-like, pissy voice he hated, but where was the condescending tone that was telling him he liked it?
Closing his eyes against the onslaught of mixed colors, the blond felt his legs give out. Hands grabbed him by the shoulders and did not let him fall to the floor. The hands were much too big to be Sakura’s. He struggled to get Sasuke to let him go.
Now the prick wanted to play nice.
Only after he had sent him packing.
The hands stubbornly held him and then wrapped around his shoulders to support him. Making him growl with helpless rage as he was led to his bedroom by the prick he had kicked out of it just the night before. He opened his eyes tentatively, this time not seeing the blurry jumble of colors, but his stack of clothes and the soiled carpet stained with his blood.
Someone had flipped his mattress so there was no gory mess on it, there was just one rusty colored spot the thickness of his thumb, but that was it. So at least his mattress had one good side he could lay on, he would still have to replace it though or the blood soaked side would attract bugs.
Sakura pushed past him and Sasuke as she hastily threw a new sheet over the mattress, not giving the blood spot a second glance or even tucking the corners of the sheet in.
There was a quick hand motion once she had finished and he stepped away from the bastard who held him. Only to wobble and have Sasuke grab him again and help him to the bedside.
Shoving the bastard away once he was close to the bed, Naruto climbed on and grunted as he sat. He propped himself up with his hands so he could watch as Sakura went into full medic mode.
She felt his forehead, then throat, hands glowing green that left a tingle in its wake.
He supposed he could save her the time and just say where he was bleeding, but that would be like letting Sasuke win somehow so he stayed quiet. Feeling the annoying sensation of blood flowing out, the blond shifted and hoped Sakura did not see. He did not want to destroy this side of his mattress as well but he was not going to ask for a towel either.
The bastard grabbed the towel he had used to dry off from his earlier shower and handed it to Naruto who was glaring at him. The blond shifted and placed in under himself then returned to glaring at Sasuke.
"Now, leave."
The icy tone sounded odd coming from the blond who was normally so enigmatic and friendly.
Sasuke grunted and leaned on the wall behind him, not showing that the odd tone bothered him or that he had any inclination to leave.
Sakura watched the two shinobi she grew up with and noticed the change in the behavior of both. Naruto was so cold and Sasuke was being his uncaring self, but he had been worried earlier. So much that he had frightened Tsunade at the debrief.
Sighing, she really had no patience for their rivalry or whatever was wrong this time between the two.
"Sasuke out. Whatever it is that Naruto is pissed at you about can wait until I’m finished."
There was the classic Uchiha grunt of compliance and the dark clad form stalked out of the room.
Sakura sighed as Sasuke left and stepped up to the blond waiting for her.
"Close the door."
The harsh way Naruto spoke confused her.
As far as she knew, they’d worked past their rivalry and were friends, but now there was a rift as wide if not wider than when they had first formed team 7.
Shaking her head, she closed the door and returned Naruto’s side.
"What happened between you two?"
"Nothing."
So much for her trying to help their friendship.
Naruto jerked his head away from her and studied the wall above his headboard as he felt the green warmth from Sakura’s healing jutsu sorting out what was wrong with him. Slowly she ran her hands lower on his body and when she reached his hips she gasped.
"What?"
Looking the medic in her beautiful green eyes he saw her face turn red from the blush that was forming.
"Did he do this to you?"
At least, he had thought it was a blush, but now she sounded angry.
"It doesn’t matter."
The green eyes were scrutinizing him, then she sighed and pushed him so that he laid back on the bed. Her hands pulled his shirt up and settled just under his belly button. The green chakra surged to cover her hands more thickly than before and he could feel the warmth spread through him, radiating from where she was touching him.
A few strands of her pink hair fell forward into her face as she concentrated on healing the torn passage inside of him. Reaching up, Naruto brushed the silky strands back behind her ear. Sakura looked briefly at his face and smiled before turning back to healing him.
Slowly he let his hand fall to the bed. He never had a chance with her, even without the obstacle of the Uchiha between them. Deep down he knew that, though it had never stopped him from trying and hoping nor would it ever.
Now that he was laying in bed, he realized just how tired he was and the warm tingle from Sakura was making him even more sleepy.
Sakura’s voice pulled him out of the light doze he had wandered into and he blinked several times to focus his eyes on her.
"He ripped you up really bad, and I can tell that you’ve stopped Kyuubi from healing you."
She was scrutinizing him again and he squirmed under the gaze. She looked almost apologetic as she voiced out her thoughts for confirmation and he froze at her words.
"You stopped the fox from healing you because he heals everything without regard to context."
Naruto’s face twisted into a confused look and Sakura smiled faintly as she twisted around to sit down next to him on the bed, hands still pressed against his lower abs glowing green. She was so smart, he always liked that about her. Even if she confused him some times.
"Kyuubi heals you when you’re having sex and makes it so you’re always tight, so tight that you tore."
It wasn’t so much a question as a statement. Naruto shifted uncomfortably, he didn’t know she knew so much about him. That he had Kyuubi, yes, but not that he healed him or anything. Plus he really hadn’t wanted her to know that he had been having sex with anyone, let alone was the bottom.
Sakura lifted one hand and stopped the healing chakra before she set it on his shoulder and rubbed it in comforting circles.
"But yet Sasuke still managed to hurt you even after you stopped Kyuubi from making it too tight. That’s why you’re mad at him. Did I get it right Naruto?"
"Close enough."
Filling in the details would be too humiliating to think about so he just let her heal him in silence.
This sucked, here he was with Sakura finally in his bedroom, the only problem was that now she probably thought he was gay.
Bi at best.
Oh, and Sasuke, his apparent partner, who he in fact hated, was sitting in the living room.
Yup, it sucked.
The light hum of the healing chakra and the massaging circles had him dozing off again. Head falling back and eyes closing, Sakura removed her hand from his shoulder, but he was too far gone to notice.
Then Sakura grabbed his thighs.
Naruto let out an awkward yelp and lurched back and was instantly embarrassed. Partly because he was caught unawares and partly that Sakura had grabbed him so close to his privates. One of her hands was still resting on his thigh and he looked up at the girl’s face gulping before he tried to speak. Letting out just a high pitched squeak, he clamped his jaw shut and continued to watch wide eyed as she placed her other hand on his thigh as well.
Sakura looked at him, then her hands and rolled her eyes.
"You lost a lot of blood Naruto and your bone morrow in your femur, is what produces it. So I have to use chakra to kick your bone morrow into overtime to make up for the blood you lost. Unless, of course you want to go to the hospital to get a transfusion."
Of course. There was a logical explanation for her grabbing him there.
Shaking his head no, still not sure if he could talk again, he gave himself a swift mental kick in the ass. If he choked up when all she did was set her hands in the general area of his groin, he would hate to think of what would happen if she ever grabbed his dick.
It would definitely complicate things if he ever got her to have sex with him.
Settling down on the sheet as she used chakra to jump start his bone morrow into reproducing the blood he had lost. The groggy feeling came over him and the room seemed to fuzz out. His legs were warm, just from hip to knees though, and Sakura sounded far off.
"Just sleep it off, you should be fine when you wake up. Oh, and eat something with sugar in it."
Great, now she was leaving him. He could hear her opening the door and stepping out. Then the stupid prick’s voice rang out asking something followed by a sharp crack that resonated from Sakura smacking him across the face.
Giving into the darkness a broad smile on his face, Naruto could still hear Sakura yelling at Sasuke for hurting him.