Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Poison ❯ Last Autumn ( Prologue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Uchiha-san 
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I claim to... and sadly enough... Sasuke isn't mine either... *kills herself*
Note: If you don't like something about my fic, fine, don't read it. You don't have to and I'm not asking you too. Just please don't flame me, it's a waste of our time.
Sumary: This chapter is mostly Naru/Saku but it's a memory and though I'm deffinetly no fan of this pairing this chapter serves a purpose, if you're here for the SasuSaku, the hold out till the next chapter, it's coming. ^^ SasuSaku all the way!!! XD
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2005 | Updated On: 12.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 476 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor do I claim to... and sadly enough... Sasuke isn't mine either... *kills herself*
Note: If you don't like something about my fic, fine, don't read it. You don't have to and I'm not asking you too. Just please don't flame me, it's a waste of our time.
Sumary: This chapter is mostly Naru/Saku but it's a memory and though I'm deffinetly no fan of this pairing this chapter serves a purpose, if you're here for the SasuSaku, the hold out till the next chapter, it's coming. ^^ SasuSaku all the way!!! XD
Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.06.2005 | Updated On: 12.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 476 | Status: Work In Progress
She spread her fragile fingers across the cool door. Feeling it out, as if she could gain something personal from it. Finally she pushed the door open to let her self in the large estate, but a rough hand reached out to stop her after only one step.
"He's not here Sakura-chan, you know that..." his voice trailed off as she turned to look at him. He didn't release her wrist. This wasn't the first time he found the pink haired girl at this place.
"Hai... I know," she started in reply, "demo, he left the door open... I always wonder why... I..." He gave he his usual half hearted grin. She tried weakly to smile in return but found she could barely curl the corners of her lips.
"Let's go home," he added, "You can stay with me tonight. I'll make you ramen and we can cuddle and watch T.V." His grin grew but she could tell his heart was breaking, for multiple reasons, and all he could do was try to make her happy. She could see it in his bright blue eyes no matter how hard he tried to hide it in the grin of his.
3:00 a.m. and she was here again, infront of the Uchiha house, her blonde companion trying to get her home. He tried so hard to love her, he really did, she knew that. She even agreed to be with him, finally, but no matter how much either of them wanted it he couldn't make her forget. He couldn't make her forget the raven haired Uchiha with pain for eyes and ice for a heart. Her heart belonged to Sasuke. Her soul belonged to Sasuke, and everything she was, was his, rather he execpted it or not. Sakura belonged to Sasuke.
The cool fall breeze snapped her back to reality as it slithered across her legs and rustled he knee length, sleeveless, white, nightgown. Finally Naruto's hand slid down her wrist and he gently laced his fingers through hers. His hands were rough and caloused against her much more delicate ones but so warm and protective. She looked down at their hands noticing the contrast. His hands were much bigger, wider, and very tanned, while hers seemed so small and fragile. Then the warmth of his hand was gone and she looked up at him to see him removing his signature orange and black coat to reveal a clingy black t-shirt over a long sleeved fishnet shirt. She was then surrounded by the warmth of his jacket and he grabbed her hand again. She smiled weakly at him and he replied with his overly happy, fake, grin and a the slightly little, "Heh heh," he was known for. He wasn't great at being romantic and this made her giggle a little, which she was sure releaved him a little bit atleast. She leaned to her side and bumped him with her shoulder playfully, still smiling a bit. He was surprised to find her quickly loose her balance when he bumped her back. Sure he was taller than the pink haired girl but she was still really strong, and a great ninja, let's not forget her training. He lached his arm quickly around the kunoichi's thin shoulders, but not intime and he, in turn, found himself toppeled over ontop of her. He rolled off her quickly and sat up, blushing as he looked up at her. She slowly sat up, kind of brushing her self off.
"Daijoubu Sakura-chan?" He asked. This wasn't like her at all...
"Hai," she replied in a small voice, once again trying to smile. He stood up and gave his cloths a slight brush before extending a hand to her. Once on her feet a small breeze made her realize she lacked the awarmth of her boyfriends Halloween colored coat. As she bent to pick it up she soon found her self once again on her knees. She forgot to eat today. No food makes you a little woozily. Most of the time she was okay. She was herself. Then there were times, like today, when she hit a point where she had held to much in and lost herself. Her broken heart would consume her and she would walk, and if not stopped she would again find her way to the deserted Uchiha estate. Forgetting to both eat and sleep she could only wonder until she was at this place. Naruto was usually there waiting for her with his broken smile and shattered heart. But one time, she made it in. Naruto found her beside the Uchiha's bed with the only pictured int he roo held tight across her chest, deep in a tear induced sleep. Dust lay across the missing boy's dresser except for a small square where the picture had been, face down. He carried he jade eyed kunoichi home that night too.
"Sakura-chan..." He picked her up and covered her with his jacket in his arms. His fake smile gone and blue orbs filled with worry.
"I'm okay," she answered, "Just a little tired. Let's go home and get tham ramen you talked about okay?" building her walls back up again she lay her head against her shoulder and snaked her arms around his neck.
Her smile looked more believable this time as she pushed the Uchiha to the back of her mind and focused on the blonde that cradled her in his arms. He could see right through her. The worry on his face never faded as he watched her settle against him.
She woke up as the door to his tiny apartment creeked open. She streched her arms and yawned as if she had been sleeping for a long time. The short nap had reset her brain and the name Uchiha was no longer reaching her ears with every whisper of the wind. He laid her gently on the bed and she sat in reply. He planted a slightly sloppy kiss on her forehead before she watched him make his way to the kitchen.
He was so adorable (and yeah, kinda sexy) still in his black tee and fishnet. The wrinkeled orange pants hung loose and low around his hips and his messy gold hair had been combed by the Autumn wind. As she heard him messing around in the kitchen she slipped her arms through the pumpkin colored coat trying to rid her self of the chill creeping up her spine. Then she rumaged around his unmade bed until she found the 'ugly' hat she always picked on him for still wearing and pulled it onto her head, finally setteling under the covers.
A few minuts later she heard him re-enter the room. He pulled the covers of off her and gave a sort of giggle as he peered down to the sight of her. She was curled up with her white gown barely peeking out from under his coat, which was now zipped, huggin her thighs just below her butt and nightcap hung crooked over one eye. She could tell when she peeked up at him that he thought she was too cute. He put the rather large bowl of ramen, along with two pair of chopsticks, on the nightstand before quickly diving into the bed with her. The first thing he did was yank his hat off her head and pull it over his own. Then when her arms went over his head to try and steal it back he lept at her, pinning her to the bed and diggin both his hands into her overly tickelish sides, fingers wiggling. She squeeled with laughter filled with insults and curses as she pushed desperately on his shoulders though the assault continued.
"You leave me no choice baka!" she gapsed between laughs and poked her fingers into his underarms to tickle him back. She was delighted to see the worry gone from his expression as he drowned in his own laughter.
"Yamatte Sakura-chan!" he cried out, grabbing her tiny wrists. Then, clutching both her hands in one of his he pinned her to the bed again. Her hands were above her head and she was all but helpless as bold but clumbsy lips claimed hers. She was shocked at first, no, it wasn't their first kiss, but she hadn't expected it at that particular point in time. So it took a moment for her to respond by closing her eyes and kissing him back. He released her hands and slid one of his own ever so slowly down her arm, across her ribs, teasingly across her side, and finally resting firmly on her hip. She circled her arms around his neck and she could
feel his other hand tangeling in her hair with a tremble of nervousness. He rarely tried to kiss her, because he wasn't good with girls though he tried to act confident. It was cute, she decided.
He broke the kiss after a minute and looked down at her with a blush and a cheesy grin, "your ramen's getting cold" he said. Still blushing furiously he sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed the bowl of warm ramen along with two pair of chopsticks. They ate quietly for a few minutes. Sakura was just enjoying the warmth of her companion and the steam of the ramen, but something was eating at Naruto's mind and it was quite obvious to her. Before she could ask however, he spoke, "Sakura-chan..." it was hard for him to say when he so feared her reply, "daisuki dayo Sakura-chan tebayo," he blurted out. She put her bowl and chopsticks back on his nightstand and turned to face him. She cupped his tan round face in her hands and replied, "You know, I know that, baka... You worry to much," and with that she gave a him a peck of a kiss and fell back on the bed. He wasn't finished.
"Ne Sakura-chan," he said, laying to face her, "if you really like me, I want to hear you say it," he finally stated. She knew it had been weighing on the boy's mind for a while and as much as she wanted to just hug him and tell him she loved him to pieces, something prevented her from doing so.
'Sasuke...' the word whispered across her mind against her will.
"Sakura-chan, tell me! If you really like me, tell me you do!" He was determined.
"Of course I do Naru-chan! You know I do!" she smiled playfully as he blushed angry at the name. She then grabbed his hat of his head and yanked it back onto hers. Oh how she loved to tease the younger boy!
"You KNOW I hate it when you call me that! And give me back my hat!! You hate it anyways!!!" he raged.
"That's because it's UGLY!" she giggeled as he lunged at her and she dodged. The wresteling/tickle match had began. The tumbled around for an half an hour, tearing the bed apart, before finally landing on the other side of the bed with a thump and draggin the covers with them. She looked down at him. He was flushed, chest heaving, and sweat rolling down his face.
"I win!" she exclaimed, plucking the hat off his head one final time before sitting up triumphantly. She was sitting stradled acorss his lower torso with the jacket half unzipped and falling off one shoulder. He was laid back completely and had some how gotten his shirts tugged off in the process of the struggle.
"Fine! Whatever..." Naruto pouted, turning his head to the side and blowing out his bottom lip, oh how he hated to loose. She gave him a victorious smirk. The smirk quickly faded when she saw him looking up at her out of the corner of his eye, he obviously couldn't control the the mischevious smile carving it's way across his face.
"hee hee hee..." She turned to her a second voice, identical to Naruto's, but before she had time rough hands grabbed her from behind and pulled her off him into a sitting position with her arms locked behind her. The Naruto she had stradled sat up and pulled the hat off her head messing up her short pink hair. He pulled it on and stuck out his tounge.
"NARUTOOO~!" she wailed fling her legs about in a very un ninja like manor, "Let me go NOW!!!
"No way! I like my balls." he replied with his oh-so-cheesy-like-I'd-let-you-win smile. He sat up. Carefully, he grabbed each of her flailing feet as his bunshin kept her top half under control. Normally she could have easily over powered him, and she mentally thanked Tsunade-shishou, but under her conditions at the moment using that kind of strength at the time would severely wear her out and wasn't worth it. She gave in, closing her eyes and tensing, prepairing for the intense tickling that she knew was coming. But to her surprise, when he placed his hands on her sides, he didn't tickle her. He pulled her to him and the bunshin disappeared with a poof. He pushed his mouth against hers before she had time to even open her eyes, this kiss wasn't nearly as gentle as the one earlier, she thought for a minute he may have busted her lip.
She was hit with a wave of guilt. She wasn't sure where the emotion came from or why she had it, but it caused a certian pain in her chest, like she ached for something, and she hurt for Naruto, but hse didn't know why.
'Sasuke-kun...'
This time the voice in her head was her own, though she still didn't know where it came from. It pained her. 'Why now?' she silently asked herself. Naruto's tounge whispered across her lips. She wasn't sure at first how to respond. She loved Naruto so much, he was like family to her, and there in lie the problem... He was like family, like a brother. She wanted so much to make him happy, so much to give him everything, and at the same sick time, she wanted him to make her forget about some one else. She felt like trash. He was never bold like this, but she knew, he wanted her so desperately to love him, like he loved her, or like she still loved Sasuke. He wanted that kind of devotion from some one, and she also knew, part of him hated Sasuke for having some one like that and never realizing. She alowed her lips to part anyway, partially in her desperation to make him happy, and partially because for own selfish reasons, which were also sort of desperate. He was on his knees before her pulling at her, pulling her into his lap. The crush of his mouth against hers begged for love, his tounge desperately searched her out for it. And the guilt hit her twice as hard this time. 'Sasuke-kun is gone' she told herself, trying to push him into the back of her mind, 'he never loved you in the first place...' the last mental statement hurt far to much, and she longed to forget the cold Uchiha boy had ever existed, yet that was a lie to, she really just wished he were still there.
Naruto wrapped an arm all the way around her, as if maybe if he held her tight enough she would melt into him and no longer know the name Sasuke, but the other hand held her chin rather tightly, and possesively, he knew, oh he knew where her mind lay. His hands trembeled with his nerves, and maybe a touch of pain and fear, or maybe even anger. He pushed deeper with his tounge and let a his hand slip to the back of her neck and tangle all but gently in her hair while his other hand slipped under his coat to grip the fabric of her night gown tightly. He kept pushing, closer, then closer, until she feared that soon they would fall so she stuck and arm out behind her to support then as he leaned yet deeper into the kiss. He pulled at her, at her gown, at her hair, pressing her up against him as hard as he could, He wanted more and more and the harder he searched for the things he wanted and needed to know, the less answers he came up with, and she knew he only hurt more. She knew, she knew, oh how she knew he wanted her to love him so much. She knew that feeling all to well, like no matter what you gave it was never enough to gain this persons love, like if gave your life, they still wouldn't see you. She didn't want him to feel as invisible as she had. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted to give it to him... but she couldn't. He wanted to know he was loved, and he was, but not in this way, but that was not enough. He tired so ahrd to be her everything and she knew that completely and he'd give her anything and everything in a heart beat, all he wanted in return was her lousy excuse for a heart, yet, How can you give some one your heart, if it was never your's to begin with?
She did try. Hard. but she only hated herself more when she couldn't give him everything he wanted. This would end poorly, she knew. He did mean so much to her, oh God he did. Demo, she gave her heart away when she was twelve and no matter what, she couldn't get it back. He knew it. She knew it. Both tried to fight it.
She felt it, the change in his attitude as his desperation hit a peak. He ripped the jacket off showing no concern for being gentle and knocked the arm holding the up out from under her. She toppeled backwards and he pinned her under his weight. He sent a shaking hand sliding up a bare thigh, under the night gown, to firmly grip her hip holding her still. His other hand fisted the tiny strap that covered no flesh just above her right breast. His mouth crushed into hers again and the distinct taste of blood mixed slightly in her mouth and he all but forced his tounge into her mouth, obviously not minding the taste of blood. And he pushed harder yet against her, as if there was not a floor beneath her, yet still, he couldn't find what he was seeking. The tiny strap ripped but he didn't stop, he just pulled it down tearing the night gown in two and revealing a small white bra lined in pink lace and matching panties contrasted against creamy pale skin. She gasped against his mouth, but he didn't notice, she knitted her ayebrows tight, squeezing her eyes closed, wishing it all away. If he viciously raped and killed her now it would be more than she deserved. But she knew he wouldn't do that.
Emotionless charcoal eyes flickered across her mind and a word, not her own voice, a deep voice, much to deep to be a child's, a lifeless voice, smooth and intoxicating, "Sakura..." the voice called to her, and time froze as her heart broke again, the sound of that voice saying her name was too much, like some sort of cruel device there remind her who she belonged too, "Arrigatou..." and the voice was gone, as quickly as he was.
Physical pain shot through her chest. She wanted to hate him, to forget him, but that was only a small part of her heart, more than anything she wanted to save him, and she cared not if he'd ever really love her. And he wouldn't let her go if she tried. Without knowing it, he was her every breath and he ran through her blood. The touch of some one else would never do. She partially hated herself, for never being strong enough. His face played across her mind, his voice whispered in her ear, over and over and over. His lips, his arrogent smile that was really more of a smirk, his lips, the tone of his skin... his eyes...
"Yamatte!" she gasped as Naruto's teeth grazed against the soft skin of her throat, "G-gomen nasai Naruto.. gomen..." her voice broke as the tears carved paths down her face and he pulled away from her. He stared at her for a moment, the pain on his face was obvious. He threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in the junction of her neck and shoulder and hot tears burned down her back as he sobbed. He still loved her. She pulled the blanket over them as his sobs faded to light snoring and her own subsided a bit. She cradled him there until she herself found sleep around 6:30 A.M.
The last thing she saw before she drifted off was haunted obsidian eyes.
"He's not here Sakura-chan, you know that..." his voice trailed off as she turned to look at him. He didn't release her wrist. This wasn't the first time he found the pink haired girl at this place.
"Hai... I know," she started in reply, "demo, he left the door open... I always wonder why... I..." He gave he his usual half hearted grin. She tried weakly to smile in return but found she could barely curl the corners of her lips.
"Let's go home," he added, "You can stay with me tonight. I'll make you ramen and we can cuddle and watch T.V." His grin grew but she could tell his heart was breaking, for multiple reasons, and all he could do was try to make her happy. She could see it in his bright blue eyes no matter how hard he tried to hide it in the grin of his.
3:00 a.m. and she was here again, infront of the Uchiha house, her blonde companion trying to get her home. He tried so hard to love her, he really did, she knew that. She even agreed to be with him, finally, but no matter how much either of them wanted it he couldn't make her forget. He couldn't make her forget the raven haired Uchiha with pain for eyes and ice for a heart. Her heart belonged to Sasuke. Her soul belonged to Sasuke, and everything she was, was his, rather he execpted it or not. Sakura belonged to Sasuke.
The cool fall breeze snapped her back to reality as it slithered across her legs and rustled he knee length, sleeveless, white, nightgown. Finally Naruto's hand slid down her wrist and he gently laced his fingers through hers. His hands were rough and caloused against her much more delicate ones but so warm and protective. She looked down at their hands noticing the contrast. His hands were much bigger, wider, and very tanned, while hers seemed so small and fragile. Then the warmth of his hand was gone and she looked up at him to see him removing his signature orange and black coat to reveal a clingy black t-shirt over a long sleeved fishnet shirt. She was then surrounded by the warmth of his jacket and he grabbed her hand again. She smiled weakly at him and he replied with his overly happy, fake, grin and a the slightly little, "Heh heh," he was known for. He wasn't great at being romantic and this made her giggle a little, which she was sure releaved him a little bit atleast. She leaned to her side and bumped him with her shoulder playfully, still smiling a bit. He was surprised to find her quickly loose her balance when he bumped her back. Sure he was taller than the pink haired girl but she was still really strong, and a great ninja, let's not forget her training. He lached his arm quickly around the kunoichi's thin shoulders, but not intime and he, in turn, found himself toppeled over ontop of her. He rolled off her quickly and sat up, blushing as he looked up at her. She slowly sat up, kind of brushing her self off.
"Daijoubu Sakura-chan?" He asked. This wasn't like her at all...
"Hai," she replied in a small voice, once again trying to smile. He stood up and gave his cloths a slight brush before extending a hand to her. Once on her feet a small breeze made her realize she lacked the awarmth of her boyfriends Halloween colored coat. As she bent to pick it up she soon found her self once again on her knees. She forgot to eat today. No food makes you a little woozily. Most of the time she was okay. She was herself. Then there were times, like today, when she hit a point where she had held to much in and lost herself. Her broken heart would consume her and she would walk, and if not stopped she would again find her way to the deserted Uchiha estate. Forgetting to both eat and sleep she could only wonder until she was at this place. Naruto was usually there waiting for her with his broken smile and shattered heart. But one time, she made it in. Naruto found her beside the Uchiha's bed with the only pictured int he roo held tight across her chest, deep in a tear induced sleep. Dust lay across the missing boy's dresser except for a small square where the picture had been, face down. He carried he jade eyed kunoichi home that night too.
"Sakura-chan..." He picked her up and covered her with his jacket in his arms. His fake smile gone and blue orbs filled with worry.
"I'm okay," she answered, "Just a little tired. Let's go home and get tham ramen you talked about okay?" building her walls back up again she lay her head against her shoulder and snaked her arms around his neck.
Her smile looked more believable this time as she pushed the Uchiha to the back of her mind and focused on the blonde that cradled her in his arms. He could see right through her. The worry on his face never faded as he watched her settle against him.
She woke up as the door to his tiny apartment creeked open. She streched her arms and yawned as if she had been sleeping for a long time. The short nap had reset her brain and the name Uchiha was no longer reaching her ears with every whisper of the wind. He laid her gently on the bed and she sat in reply. He planted a slightly sloppy kiss on her forehead before she watched him make his way to the kitchen.
He was so adorable (and yeah, kinda sexy) still in his black tee and fishnet. The wrinkeled orange pants hung loose and low around his hips and his messy gold hair had been combed by the Autumn wind. As she heard him messing around in the kitchen she slipped her arms through the pumpkin colored coat trying to rid her self of the chill creeping up her spine. Then she rumaged around his unmade bed until she found the 'ugly' hat she always picked on him for still wearing and pulled it onto her head, finally setteling under the covers.
A few minuts later she heard him re-enter the room. He pulled the covers of off her and gave a sort of giggle as he peered down to the sight of her. She was curled up with her white gown barely peeking out from under his coat, which was now zipped, huggin her thighs just below her butt and nightcap hung crooked over one eye. She could tell when she peeked up at him that he thought she was too cute. He put the rather large bowl of ramen, along with two pair of chopsticks, on the nightstand before quickly diving into the bed with her. The first thing he did was yank his hat off her head and pull it over his own. Then when her arms went over his head to try and steal it back he lept at her, pinning her to the bed and diggin both his hands into her overly tickelish sides, fingers wiggling. She squeeled with laughter filled with insults and curses as she pushed desperately on his shoulders though the assault continued.
"You leave me no choice baka!" she gapsed between laughs and poked her fingers into his underarms to tickle him back. She was delighted to see the worry gone from his expression as he drowned in his own laughter.
"Yamatte Sakura-chan!" he cried out, grabbing her tiny wrists. Then, clutching both her hands in one of his he pinned her to the bed again. Her hands were above her head and she was all but helpless as bold but clumbsy lips claimed hers. She was shocked at first, no, it wasn't their first kiss, but she hadn't expected it at that particular point in time. So it took a moment for her to respond by closing her eyes and kissing him back. He released her hands and slid one of his own ever so slowly down her arm, across her ribs, teasingly across her side, and finally resting firmly on her hip. She circled her arms around his neck and she could
feel his other hand tangeling in her hair with a tremble of nervousness. He rarely tried to kiss her, because he wasn't good with girls though he tried to act confident. It was cute, she decided.
He broke the kiss after a minute and looked down at her with a blush and a cheesy grin, "your ramen's getting cold" he said. Still blushing furiously he sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed the bowl of warm ramen along with two pair of chopsticks. They ate quietly for a few minutes. Sakura was just enjoying the warmth of her companion and the steam of the ramen, but something was eating at Naruto's mind and it was quite obvious to her. Before she could ask however, he spoke, "Sakura-chan..." it was hard for him to say when he so feared her reply, "daisuki dayo Sakura-chan tebayo," he blurted out. She put her bowl and chopsticks back on his nightstand and turned to face him. She cupped his tan round face in her hands and replied, "You know, I know that, baka... You worry to much," and with that she gave a him a peck of a kiss and fell back on the bed. He wasn't finished.
"Ne Sakura-chan," he said, laying to face her, "if you really like me, I want to hear you say it," he finally stated. She knew it had been weighing on the boy's mind for a while and as much as she wanted to just hug him and tell him she loved him to pieces, something prevented her from doing so.
'Sasuke...' the word whispered across her mind against her will.
"Sakura-chan, tell me! If you really like me, tell me you do!" He was determined.
"Of course I do Naru-chan! You know I do!" she smiled playfully as he blushed angry at the name. She then grabbed his hat of his head and yanked it back onto hers. Oh how she loved to tease the younger boy!
"You KNOW I hate it when you call me that! And give me back my hat!! You hate it anyways!!!" he raged.
"That's because it's UGLY!" she giggeled as he lunged at her and she dodged. The wresteling/tickle match had began. The tumbled around for an half an hour, tearing the bed apart, before finally landing on the other side of the bed with a thump and draggin the covers with them. She looked down at him. He was flushed, chest heaving, and sweat rolling down his face.
"I win!" she exclaimed, plucking the hat off his head one final time before sitting up triumphantly. She was sitting stradled acorss his lower torso with the jacket half unzipped and falling off one shoulder. He was laid back completely and had some how gotten his shirts tugged off in the process of the struggle.
"Fine! Whatever..." Naruto pouted, turning his head to the side and blowing out his bottom lip, oh how he hated to loose. She gave him a victorious smirk. The smirk quickly faded when she saw him looking up at her out of the corner of his eye, he obviously couldn't control the the mischevious smile carving it's way across his face.
"hee hee hee..." She turned to her a second voice, identical to Naruto's, but before she had time rough hands grabbed her from behind and pulled her off him into a sitting position with her arms locked behind her. The Naruto she had stradled sat up and pulled the hat off her head messing up her short pink hair. He pulled it on and stuck out his tounge.
"NARUTOOO~!" she wailed fling her legs about in a very un ninja like manor, "Let me go NOW!!!
"No way! I like my balls." he replied with his oh-so-cheesy-like-I'd-let-you-win smile. He sat up. Carefully, he grabbed each of her flailing feet as his bunshin kept her top half under control. Normally she could have easily over powered him, and she mentally thanked Tsunade-shishou, but under her conditions at the moment using that kind of strength at the time would severely wear her out and wasn't worth it. She gave in, closing her eyes and tensing, prepairing for the intense tickling that she knew was coming. But to her surprise, when he placed his hands on her sides, he didn't tickle her. He pulled her to him and the bunshin disappeared with a poof. He pushed his mouth against hers before she had time to even open her eyes, this kiss wasn't nearly as gentle as the one earlier, she thought for a minute he may have busted her lip.
She was hit with a wave of guilt. She wasn't sure where the emotion came from or why she had it, but it caused a certian pain in her chest, like she ached for something, and she hurt for Naruto, but hse didn't know why.
'Sasuke-kun...'
This time the voice in her head was her own, though she still didn't know where it came from. It pained her. 'Why now?' she silently asked herself. Naruto's tounge whispered across her lips. She wasn't sure at first how to respond. She loved Naruto so much, he was like family to her, and there in lie the problem... He was like family, like a brother. She wanted so much to make him happy, so much to give him everything, and at the same sick time, she wanted him to make her forget about some one else. She felt like trash. He was never bold like this, but she knew, he wanted her so desperately to love him, like he loved her, or like she still loved Sasuke. He wanted that kind of devotion from some one, and she also knew, part of him hated Sasuke for having some one like that and never realizing. She alowed her lips to part anyway, partially in her desperation to make him happy, and partially because for own selfish reasons, which were also sort of desperate. He was on his knees before her pulling at her, pulling her into his lap. The crush of his mouth against hers begged for love, his tounge desperately searched her out for it. And the guilt hit her twice as hard this time. 'Sasuke-kun is gone' she told herself, trying to push him into the back of her mind, 'he never loved you in the first place...' the last mental statement hurt far to much, and she longed to forget the cold Uchiha boy had ever existed, yet that was a lie to, she really just wished he were still there.
Naruto wrapped an arm all the way around her, as if maybe if he held her tight enough she would melt into him and no longer know the name Sasuke, but the other hand held her chin rather tightly, and possesively, he knew, oh he knew where her mind lay. His hands trembeled with his nerves, and maybe a touch of pain and fear, or maybe even anger. He pushed deeper with his tounge and let a his hand slip to the back of her neck and tangle all but gently in her hair while his other hand slipped under his coat to grip the fabric of her night gown tightly. He kept pushing, closer, then closer, until she feared that soon they would fall so she stuck and arm out behind her to support then as he leaned yet deeper into the kiss. He pulled at her, at her gown, at her hair, pressing her up against him as hard as he could, He wanted more and more and the harder he searched for the things he wanted and needed to know, the less answers he came up with, and she knew he only hurt more. She knew, she knew, oh how she knew he wanted her to love him so much. She knew that feeling all to well, like no matter what you gave it was never enough to gain this persons love, like if gave your life, they still wouldn't see you. She didn't want him to feel as invisible as she had. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted to give it to him... but she couldn't. He wanted to know he was loved, and he was, but not in this way, but that was not enough. He tired so ahrd to be her everything and she knew that completely and he'd give her anything and everything in a heart beat, all he wanted in return was her lousy excuse for a heart, yet, How can you give some one your heart, if it was never your's to begin with?
She did try. Hard. but she only hated herself more when she couldn't give him everything he wanted. This would end poorly, she knew. He did mean so much to her, oh God he did. Demo, she gave her heart away when she was twelve and no matter what, she couldn't get it back. He knew it. She knew it. Both tried to fight it.
She felt it, the change in his attitude as his desperation hit a peak. He ripped the jacket off showing no concern for being gentle and knocked the arm holding the up out from under her. She toppeled backwards and he pinned her under his weight. He sent a shaking hand sliding up a bare thigh, under the night gown, to firmly grip her hip holding her still. His other hand fisted the tiny strap that covered no flesh just above her right breast. His mouth crushed into hers again and the distinct taste of blood mixed slightly in her mouth and he all but forced his tounge into her mouth, obviously not minding the taste of blood. And he pushed harder yet against her, as if there was not a floor beneath her, yet still, he couldn't find what he was seeking. The tiny strap ripped but he didn't stop, he just pulled it down tearing the night gown in two and revealing a small white bra lined in pink lace and matching panties contrasted against creamy pale skin. She gasped against his mouth, but he didn't notice, she knitted her ayebrows tight, squeezing her eyes closed, wishing it all away. If he viciously raped and killed her now it would be more than she deserved. But she knew he wouldn't do that.
Emotionless charcoal eyes flickered across her mind and a word, not her own voice, a deep voice, much to deep to be a child's, a lifeless voice, smooth and intoxicating, "Sakura..." the voice called to her, and time froze as her heart broke again, the sound of that voice saying her name was too much, like some sort of cruel device there remind her who she belonged too, "Arrigatou..." and the voice was gone, as quickly as he was.
Physical pain shot through her chest. She wanted to hate him, to forget him, but that was only a small part of her heart, more than anything she wanted to save him, and she cared not if he'd ever really love her. And he wouldn't let her go if she tried. Without knowing it, he was her every breath and he ran through her blood. The touch of some one else would never do. She partially hated herself, for never being strong enough. His face played across her mind, his voice whispered in her ear, over and over and over. His lips, his arrogent smile that was really more of a smirk, his lips, the tone of his skin... his eyes...
"Yamatte!" she gasped as Naruto's teeth grazed against the soft skin of her throat, "G-gomen nasai Naruto.. gomen..." her voice broke as the tears carved paths down her face and he pulled away from her. He stared at her for a moment, the pain on his face was obvious. He threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in the junction of her neck and shoulder and hot tears burned down her back as he sobbed. He still loved her. She pulled the blanket over them as his sobs faded to light snoring and her own subsided a bit. She cradled him there until she herself found sleep around 6:30 A.M.
The last thing she saw before she drifted off was haunted obsidian eyes.