Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Poison ❯ Curiosity Killed the Cat ( Chapter 4 )

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Oh crap... she's been caught. But what will his reaction be?

Anime/Manga: Naruto Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 12.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.7K | Visits: 412 | Status: Work In Progress

"What are you doing here?" the low emotionless voice shocked her back into reality.

"S-Sasuke..." her voice trailed off and she suddenly remembered where and when she was. She pushed quickly past him and set off towards no where again muttering her extreme apology. He only gripped her wrist tighter preventing her from leaving.

"What are you doing here?" he repeated jerking her just slightly so that she was facing him. She just stared for a moment in reply. She didn't know how to explain herself and then, before she could stop herself the truth began to come pouring from her lips. It wasn't everything, not all the details. Just how she had come home only to be blamed for something that couldn't possibly be her fault and how she got kicked out, yet still blamed herself for what happened and that she simply started wandering about with now real destination. She still managed to keep herself from telling him about her father's death, she knew he wouldn't care to ask. And she was right, for he asked no questions.

"Come on," was all he said as he walked passed her and headed into his house releasing her. She just stood there for a moment unsure of what to do. Was he inviting her in? So she just waited for a moment until he was in and she noticed he left the door open. But she couldn't... the house wasn't empty anymore and it could no longer bring her comfornt nor pain. She stepped to the door way and just before she shut the door his hand reached out and latched onto her wrist again and simply pulled her inside. It was still a touch cold, and stale inside, but much warmer than the outside. It would never look like anyone lived there. He walked into the kitchen and set down the few bags he had been carrying, wich was most likely filled with a few groceries. Then he returned to her.

"Follow me," he said blankly and expressionless. He was still so beautiful, the snow hung in his hair and on his cloths. His nose and cheeks were red from the cold and he had a red scarf wrapped around his neck. 'He never wears red...' she thought to herself puzzeled and then immediately recognized the scarf. She had made it for him one year for Christmas... 'So he didn't throw it away..'

"S-Sasuke-kun.. I can't" she protested. He ignored her and just kept walking until they were upstairs. He pushed open one of a few doors down the hallway and stepped in. It was his old bedroom. She followed him in and held her breath a touch when he went to his dresser and found the picture on the floor.

Sasuke entered the old room and the smell of it brought back memories, both good and bad. The scent was stale now though, and lifeless. All the life left in that room was merely memory. The boy forgot for a moment that he had a comanion as he slowly walked through the room taking it all in again. Then he reached his dresser. He remembered clearly leaving the picture face down, right there, but it was gone. His eyes darted around for a minute until the gleam of moonlight coming from the big double doors leading to his balcony hit glass and caught his eye. It was on the floor, and broken. He kneeled for a minute infront of the broken glass and picked up the picture. He didn't want to look at it, but he did, and it hurt. All the memories of everything he had and things he could have had. And all for what? Itachi was still probably alive. He sighed and pushed his sorrow deeper down, not realizing that was his problem to begin with, and stood putting the picture back on his dresser.

"Watch out for broken glass," he said somewhat quietly and moved to one of his drawers pulling it open. "These shouldn't fall off of you. They're my old cloths from before. I can't promise they don't smell funny but they are clean, " he said pulling out a black, collarless, t-shirt and a pair of white shorts and handed them to her. He faced the door again and pointed to another door along the same wall, "That's my bathroom, everything should work fine and there should atleast be soap in there. Just get cleaned up and changed and find me when you're done. I'll probably be down stairs." he said leaving the clueless girl where she stood. She always had that look around him, always. Like she never knew how to react or what to say next. She would just stand there and stare. It irked him. Still... he wondered, who was she now? Her eyes no longer held that hopefully naive gleam they once had. All the innocence in the world was still there but something else covered that innocence, something darker, something he knew all to well... Pain. Her eyes seemed even more different then they had 3 days ago at the hospital. Sasuke sighed. He had been told that Kakashi was doing fine, then next thing he heared he had passed away the same day Sakura awoke.

He shivered suddenly at the coldness of the room and headed downstairs and decided he should stop thinking, though he continued to unwillingly wonder about his old team mates. He changed into the cloths he had kept from the hospital in the downstairs bathroom, which was nearly the same thing he had handed her to wear. He then headed to the living room just leaving his cloths in the bathroom floor.

The water was warm as it coursed over her body. It felt good. She couldn't help but smile a bit as she bathed thinking things like, 'This is Sasuke-kun's bathroom...' which then lead to thoughts like, 'He was naked in here once!' which then made her squeel with laughter. Her problems could be washed away for the moment. She could be happy for a while, because she was with him. That fact alone was enough to enable her to momentarily forget her problems. His problems were bigger for one, and for another thing, she still loved him, just being in his presence made her happy. The thought the he had requested she be there made her even more happy. She finished bathing quickly and stepped out and dried herself then quickly picked up the cloths he had given her. She held them to her nose briefly, they still smelled like him. She exhaled and stretched the shirt over her head. It was abit small. Even though she realized it had been atleast three years, she still couldn't picture Sasuke being this small. She smiled as she tugged the shorts up to her hips. They were a bit tight in the waist but all in all she could wear them fine. She made her way down stairs.

She found him sprawled out on the sofa, okay, not sprawled, because Sasuke does not sprawl, but he was stretched long ways over the sofa, one leg hanging off a touch and his arms were folded behind his head. He would probably never really know how beautiful she thought he was no matter how much she told him. She giggeled noticing their nearly matching out fits. She didn't have the heart to wake him. She shivered again and decided finding blankets would be a good idea. No luck. So she went up stairs and tugged the comforter off his bed before going back down stairs.

He shifted slightly in his sleep, turning his face away from the back of the sofa and she notice a bit of...drool? sliding down the corner of his mouth along with a slight snore. She giggeled again. It was when he was sleeping she always remembered he's still human. She tucked the blanket around him, half wanting to curl up in a ball beside him, but Sasuke could be very upset about this. She sat a moment longer infront of him, admiring him. He was the single most beautiful yet broken creature she had ever seen. She had always wished with her whole heart that she could help him in a way or fix him just a bit. But she couldn't.

She reached up and brushed black strands from his face, but they just fell back in place, and for some reason, she couldn't pull her hand from his face. So she just ran the tips of her fingers from his brow to his chin, taking in all his features as she went, noticing everytiny detail, including a very small freckle just below his right nostril. Sakura pulled the blanket up a little and wiped the drool away and brushed her fingers ever so lightly across his bottom lip and a chill ran through her. She wished she could taste him just once, but he'd never allow it. But her most certianly innocent curiosity got the best of her as she gazed longer, and she never thought on it for a second, she just leaned forward, slower than the rising of the sun. Closer. Then closer. Until his breath was running past her face and down her neck and she was breathing it in, memorizing the smell of it, wondering of the taste. Finally, after a century of barely moving at all the delicate skin on her lips brushed softly over his some what chapped lips and her eyes closed on contact as the electricity of him ran through her body sending chills across her skin and melting her insides. She did not linger, for when she began to pull away he flinched an turned away. His face twisted a touch. She waited, hesitantly, afriad the chaste kiss had woken him. He sat up a bit and rubbed his eyes then turned, resting his confused gaze on her.