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Hiashi Hyuuga watched as his oldest daughter dashed by from a walkway above the Hyuuga Complex training yard, frowning slightly in thought.
Something was different.
The girl wasn't usually 'glum' so to speak, but neither was she usually this bubbly either. And, at this moment, the girl was smiling and laughing as she sparred with her little sister.
… Odd.
The man continued to watch as the violet-haired Chuunin drove her sister backwards with a series of quick jabs that were very common to the Gentle Fist fighting style, frown deepening. Normally, her strikes would be tentative as though she feared she would hurt her sparring partner. Now, they were confident, decisive.
Vey odd.
"Neji."
The long-haired teen stood quickly from the wooden bench he had been sitting on. "Yes, sir?"
"I want you to train with Hinata."
Neji gave him a curt nod before leaping over the railing that surrounded the walkway, landing easily and heading towards the girls.
Hiashi saw Neji gesture towards him when he was within hearing distance and the girls bowed to each other, Hanabi appearing beside her father moments later in a plume of smoke.
"Father," she greeted politely.
He nodded to acknowledge her, eyes trained on the two teens as they slid into their respective fighting stances.
x-X-x
She had won.
Against Neji.
Every other match they had had before, Hinata had shrunk away from the ferocity of the dark-haired Hyuuga's blows, just barely evading each attack until, finally, she tripped up and he pinned her to the ground with the heel of his sandal and a derisive look.
Yes, he noticed the way Neji treated his daughter, but he didn't plan on doing anything about it. The girl needed to learn to fend for herself.
And it seemed she was finally doing just that.
But why now?
The violet-haired Hyuuga was fidgeting in a very Hinata-like way as she stood before him and, had he not seen her earlier, he would have believed she was the same quiet, timid, easy-to-walk-all-over Hinata.
"Y-you called me, F-Father?"
"Sit," he said in way of response. When she did so, he gave her an appraising look until her pale eyes became fixated on her hands as she poked her index fingers together. "You've been doing well."
That brought her gaze sharply upwards as though she hadn't been expecting the praise.
Actually, she did have reason to be so surprised, Hiashi mused.
"Th-thank you, F-Father."
"I wanted to ask you what your secret was."
She blinked. "S-secret?"
"Hanabi tells me that you seem happier and I've seen a vast improvement in the way you fight. In fact, I hear tell that you're already aiming for the Jounin ranks—that is unusual at your age. You must be doing something differently; has something happened?" He couldn't help the curious note that crept into his otherwise level voice.
"O-oh…" She looked thoughtful for a moment. When the edges of her lips quirked upwards, Hiashi's eyebrows raised. "K-Kurenai-sensei has b-been training me. Th-that's all I c-can think of."
The male's expression darkened.
Oh. That woman.
He didn't like Kurenai Yuuhi—the woman coddled Hinata and constantly challenged him, consciously or not. Though he didn't like the fact that his daughter was spending time with her, he couldn't deny the fact that the Jounin was a capable teacher and seemed to—finally—be doing some good.
"I see…"
When Hinata stood, he had to tell himself not to stare. Hinata never stood before she was dismissed—in fact, she usually cowered in her chair until, tone annoyed, he ordered her to go elsewhere.
"I-if you'll excuse me, Father, I would like to take a sh-shower before g-going to meet Kurenai-sensei."
"Right… Go on then."
There was a spring in her step as she scampered out and Hiashi slumped behind his desk, raising a hand to rub his temples. What has gotten into that girl…?
x-X-x
Kurenai Yuuhi swung her feet, staring at the countertop moodily as she awaited her student's arrival. The Ichiraku Ramen was buzzing with lunch time activity and she was seated at the bar, contemplating getting a stiff drink.
Dealing with Hinata made her yearn for one.
And, no, not because the violet-haired Chuunin stressed her out or irritated her. Hinata's only crime was being so goddamned innocent. She was an affectionate girl, so she thought nothing of hugging her sensei…
…Pressing those full, luscious breasts against Kurenai's back as she thanked her for the lesson, hot breath fanning out over the Jounin's nape…
…Beaming dirty, hot thoughts into the older woman's mind and heat straight to the sweet spot between her thighs…
There was just too much to do of late. It had been exactly three weeks, two days, eleven hours, six minutes, and… forty five seconds since the brunette had become more than a teacher to Hinata.
And she hadn't even got off then.
It wasn't as though the woman hadn't tried taking care of herself. Quite the opposite. But it seemed that her body refused to settle down until it was her young lover's fingers buried in her snatch, thrusting—
The brunette shook her head fiercely, trying desperately to clear her thoughts.
Hence, every accidental brush or lingering contact made the woman's head swim and her body heat with want.
To put it simply, she was horny as Hell.
They would be training together today because Hinata was aiming to become a Jounin as soon as she could which, inevitably, meant that, after they had both gotten good and sweaty, they would take a dip in the warm waters of the bath house to unwind.
As though a sweaty, exertion-flushed Hinata wasn't enough? Add a naked, heat-flushed Hinata to the Jounin's day and things got hot and slick and…
Kurenai groaned, dropping her head into her hands. Her line of thought wasn't exactly helping her state of arousal.
x-X-x
Hinata was stepping onto the dirt path that led to her destination when someone grabbed her and pulled her backwards, into an alley between gray-walled buildings.
Her first instinct was to strike the person, but a familiar voice laughed, "Calm down, short-n-busty, it's just me."
Hinata flushed at the nickname, but relaxed. Anko, the "psycho ninja" of Konoha was a bit—rowdy, raunchy, pushy—overbearing at times, but her heart was in the right place; the purplette was a dear friend of Kurenai's so it was only natural that the two had become friends as well.
"H-hello, Anko-san. How are you?"
"I told ya, kid: just call me 'Anko'." She released the Chuunin and assumed an innocent expression. It seemed out of place on her face. "I was just wondering where you were off to. You wouldn't be planning on spend some time with my favourite red-eyed Jounin, would ya?"
She looked away, unable to face that knowing smirk. "Yes, actually."
Anko's chocolate-toned orbs bored into her for a good minute. When Hinata began to fidget, she nodded curtly as though she had made a decision. "So you really haven't noticed…" Louder, she said, "Word to the wise: Kure's a hug away from pinning you to something and fucking you senseless." The deep blush in response wasn't purely due to the crassness of Anko's words—part of it was from the mental images they stirred. "Of course, being the gentleman—er—woman she is, she would refrain." Her tone implied that she thought that sentiment was ridiculous. "So, it's up to you, kid."
"What d-do you mean?" Hinata asked—though she was quite sure she already knew the answer.
Anko's grin was pure mischief. "You'll have to relieve some of that tension, ya know? Help her… relax." The way she said "relax" left no doubt in Hinata's mind about what the purplette was thinking. "'Cause I swear: if she comes over all fidgety and unfocused one more time when we're supposed to be hanging out, I'm going to strip you naked, tie you up, and leave you on her doorstep." Her voice became a threatening growl. "Got that?"
Hinata nodded furiously, eyes wide.
"Good girl." The purplette patted the younger girl on the head, smiling serenely. "I've got a suggestion or two if you're interested."
Not that Hinata had any other choice…
x-X-x
Was it just her or did Hinata look worried?
The Chuunin's pale eyes met hers and oh-so kissable lips curved into a small smile—okay, maybe it was just her…
As Hinata headed over, Kurenai's heart kick-started and other parts of her anatomy throbbed. The brunette forced herself to return the smile rather than lick her lips and look the curvy kunoichi up and down. "There you are, Hinata. Are you ready?"
The violet-haired girl glanced towards the counter. "Can we have lunch together first, Kurenai-sensei?"
"Of course."
Teacher and student sat at a booth, placing their orders once the pretty, smiling waitress came by. The former instantly yearned for that stiff drink when the latter commented on the humidity and took her form-concealing beige jacket off, folding it neatly and placing it on the seat beside her. She was wearing a black, skintight, sleeveless turtleneck underneath it and, for a split-second, Kurenai found herself jealous of apiece of fabric. Ridiculous, she berated herself.
The food arrived and the Jounin was able to concentrate on the steaming bowl of ramen in front of her for blissful minutes, her mind relatively free of lusty thoughts the entire time. She made the mistake of glancing over to check on Hinata's progress: the Chuunin had ordered pork with some sort of sauce and white rice and the sauce had gotten on her fingers… Which, of course, meant that she was licking them clean; every slow, delicate swipe of her tongue served to agitate Kurenai even more.
"Hinata…" There was a huskiness to her tone. When the purplette gave her a questioning look, she pointed to the napkin on the table beside her, really unable to do much else.
Hinata smiled, blushing slightly. "Oh! Sorry…" She reached for it, licking her lips as she did so. "The food's just really good…"
Kurenai scarcely heard her.
It wasn't until Hinata gave her a questioning look that she realized she was staring. "Umm…" she began, averting her gaze. "Are you ready to go? We have a lot of Genjutsu and Taijutsu to cover today."
When the Chuunin nodded, they rose, Hinata slinging her jacket over her arms and Kurenai putting money on the table for their meals. The moment they stepped into the heat outside, Hinata hugged her mentor. "Thank you for lunch, Sensei," she said softly, her lips right next to the Jounin's ear. She had gotten taller.
The brunette shuddered. "No problem, Hinata," she responded, her voice a bit higher than usual, her words rushed." Gently, she detangled herself from her lover. "Come,"—Kami she wished she meant that in a different context—"we'll use the training grounds." The cluster of dirt mini-arenas that comprised the training grounds for the ninja of the village was strangely deserted, leaving the teacher-student combo to their practice in peace.
When the sun was just beginning to set, Kurenai announced that they were finished for the day. She offered her hand to Hinata, who had just been knocked off of her feet—the Chuunin took it, smiling gratefully as she was helped up.
"Let's hit the 'spring," Kurenai suggested. She felt calmer now that she had worked off some of her excess energy and had even managed to keep her eyes trained on parts of the young Hyuuga that didn't send her mind swan-diving into perversion.
In fact, she had, for the most part, needed to focus on her opponent because Hinata had really improved, keeping her teacher on her toes lest she be hit by the Chakra-hindering blows that Byakugan afforded.
"Okay," the violet-haired girl agreed, nodding eagerly. She was going to be sore in the morning—she could feel it. Training had been intense, but she had promised herself she would keep up with her lover no matter what was thrown at her.
The bath house was a short walk from the training grounds: an old wooden building complete with showers, indoor baths and a large, outdoor hot spring that had been there long before Kohona's founding. As it was earlier in the evening, the hot spring was occupied by a few female civilians chattering quietly amongst themselves; the kunoichi situated themselves in an alcove formed by some artfully arranged boulders.
They sat in a companionable silence for a time, just soaking in the warmth. Kurenai sat on the stone steps, eyes closed, her head tilted back as she considered ways to ask her girlfriend to get her off without sounding like a total creeper.
Lost in contemplation as she was, the Jounin didn't hear the gentle splashing of her companion's body as she moved through the water until Hinata was taking her hand. When she gave the Chuunin a questioning look, the violet-haired kunoichi threaded her fingers through Kurenai's and gave a gentle tug, encouraging her to get to her feet.
'She's gotten a little taller,' Kurenai noted distractedly as Hinata leaned in to kiss her gently. Why was she just noticing this?
Hinata's birthday had been shortly after Christmas—which meant she was now eighteen—and a rare growth spurt had occurred during the week that followed, rendering the Hyuuga, who had been shorter than her teacher, taller by about an inch and that minute difference made it so that, when Hinata kissed her, Kurenai had to angle her head.
She fully expected the Chuunin to pull away (the shy girl almost always did before things could get heated), which was why she flinched when Hinata's tongue peeked out, tracing along her bottom lip. That didn't stop her from granting her lover entry, however, the pleased moan that was muffled between them letting Hinata know that the reflexive motion hadn't been rejection—far from it.
"Hina!" she gasped, pulling back as the younger woman's hands traced along her spine and dipped under the water to cup her ass. "What are you—?" The brunette was silenced by another kiss, this one firmer than the first, as Hinata kneaded the pale globes of her bottom.
'Mmm…' Kurenai thought, quite incapable of thinking much else.
The gentle chatter from the other women had died down—they were alone. Not that Kurenai noticed. All of her mental processes were focused on the phenomenal combined feeling of those petal-soft lips and the gentle, insistent pressure of Hinata's fingers.
She was being moved backwards, towards a smooth stretch of hand-painted tiles. Not that Kurenai noticed. Hinata had begun to kiss along the line of her jaw, leaving pinpricks of heat in her wake.
When her back hit the wall, Kurenai gasped, both in a mixture of surprise at the contact and in pleasure at the sting of Hinata's teeth as she nipped at her pulse.
"Hinata…" the Jounin husked, tilting her head back to allow the pale-eyed young woman more room to work. Her head swam pleasantly as Hinata complied to her silent request and began lavishing her throat and collar with kisses, licks, and nips.
'Where is this coming from?' part of her wondered. Hinata, who blushed at the mere mention of kissing, was taking the initiative like this?
'Shut the fuck up and enjoy it,' the other, greater part of her responded.
A heartbeat later, she was being pinned, the Chuunin's thigh sliding between her legs. Here, the water was shallower, lapping at her thighs. Wine-coloured eyes met pale ones before the two met half-way, this kiss messy and imprecise with their passion.
"Please…" Kurenai whimpered, once they separated for precious oxygen, their foreheads touching as their breaths mingled. "Touch me, Hinata." Any intent of being what Anko had coined a "gentlewoman" had fled, leaving only raw need. "I need you, Hina… Please…"
The Chuunin bit her lip, worrying it as her heart did somersaults and a delicious spike of heat shot straight to the apex of her thighs.
This beautiful woman needed her? She could do this. For Kurenai, she could do this.
Dusky nipples, tight and standing at attention called to her; she steeled herself and leaned down, drawing a tentative ring around the dusky areola. Kurenai made an encouraging sound low in her throat, tangling her fingers in her lover's hair. "Just like that, Hina."
Raising her hand to the breast that was unattended, the Chuunin rolled a pebbled peak between her index and thumb, enjoying the soft gasp Kurenai released and taking advantage of those parted lips by covering them with her own.
She didn't think she'd ever grow tired of the taste of her lover's lips.
Kurenai moaned into Hinata's mouth and bucked her hips, the contrasting sensations—the gentle stroking of Hinata's tongue against hers versus the rougher rolling and tugging of her nipple; the warmth of the water around her thighs versus the cooler tiles against her back; the supple softness of the body pressed against her front versus the hard, unyielding surface pressed against her back—sending electric arcs of pleasure from synapse to synapse at an alarming rate.
It wasn't going to take much to get her off.
In fact, much to her embarrassment, her hips refused to desist their rocking, each minute motion creating friction and sending frissons of pleasure through her frame. Kurenai threw her head back, her lungs screaming for air. "Hinata...!" she gasped hotly, arching.
And the Jounin came, her entire body going rigid as she flooded Hinata's thigh with liquid desire. After a small eternity, the brunette opened her eyes, wine-coloured orbs hazy with pleasure. "Kami," she breathed, a wide, contented smile spreading across her face. "That was—Fuck…"
Hinata grinned as the rare bit of profanity left the woman's lips and her eyes became even more unfocused; she traced her finger along the length of Kurenai's sex before lifting it to eye level. Then, with Kurenai watching, she licked the clear, slightly-sticky fluid from it.
Kurenai shivered.
She opened her mouth to say something, only to have it clamp shut, her eyes rolling back in her head as Hinata, in one fluid motion, dropped to her knees in front of her teacher and took another taste—this one straight from the source.
Why hadn't she tried this before? It was wonderfully warm, the way Kurenai's velvety walls clenched around her probing tongue encouraging her to add a finger or two to the mix; the smell of the Jounin's arousal filled Hinata's nose as it brushed against slick curls, only serving to fuel her ardor.
And the taste…! It was simply indescribable.
Upon discovering the bundle of nerves at the top of the brunette's slit, the Chuunin traced an experimental circuit around it with her tongue; she released a startled squeak as Kurenai's thighs clamped down over her ears and the woman's hands entangled themselves in her hair, encouraging her to remain where she was.
Good student that she was, Hinata did as she was told, adding a third finger to the tight heat of Kurenai's feminine channel and concentrating on her clit with broad swipes of her tongue.
When the Jounin's knees buckled, the younger girl used her free hand to ease her into a sitting position, leaning up and claiming those full, oh-so kissable lips even as her fingers continued to thrust into her lover.
Kurenai spread her legs wider, the warm rush of water that entered her in addition to Hinata's fingers a strange sensation but pleasurable as well. When Hinata curled her fingers, the very tips brushing up against a place in the Jounin that made black spots dance across her line of sight, she broke away again, dropping her head so that her forehead rested against the girl's collarbone; her breath left in harsh little pants, tickling Hinata's throat.
She felt as if she was floating, her body consisting of several different segments connected by those lightning arcs of pleasure that continued to assault her as a result of Hinata's touch. Just a little more… and those pieces would fly apart, hurtling outward, into the sweetest of oblivions—
Kurenai bit down on Hinata's shoulder, a strangled cry leaving her as the Chuunin hit that spot again and the pieces did just that; her world morphed into a technicolour mass as pure, all-consuming pleasure took hold of her body, driving the air from her lungs and the sense from her mind.
x-X-x
Without a sound, Anko made her way across the apartment complex's roof, a satchel clutched under her arm. She'd done this many times before: all she had to do was jump down from here…
She leaped down, landing in a crouch.
… Slip through here, and…
'SLAM'
...Viola!
"So you'll never guess who I saw today," she began, grinning as she closed the window she had just bashed through with what had to be a well-practiced kick to the rear. "It—" Anko sighed, seeing her audience hadn't been paying an ounce of attention to her: Kurenai was fast asleep, curled up on the sofa. And with her, cradled in her arms, was Hinata. "How cute," she scoffed. "… Damnit—Who's going to entertain me now?"
They hadn't even stirred—a testament to how exhausted they both were.
The purplette glared moodily at the couple, considering, for a moment, waking them. Hell, even if Kurenai made her leave, it would be amusing just to see the blush on short-n-busty's face.
The thought fled, however when Hinata mumbled something in her sleep, nuzzling into Kurenai's throat and Kurenai hugged her closer in turn. Okay… Ew… Too cute.
With a long-suffered sigh, the psycho ninja of Kohona resigned herself to a lonely evening.
She shook her head, and returned to the window, smirking when she noticed the red-purple marks on Kurenai's collar that weren't quite hidden by her nightshirt.
Sure, she would leave. But, when she came back, there would be Hell to pay.
Grinning at the thought of how much material she would have to tease the both of them on in the coming months, the Jounin disappeared into the night. -Fin-
It was a new day in Konoha High, and today a new student would arrive.
"I wonder if it is a hot boy" a girl giggled. She had long blond hair that was put up in a ponytail she had blue eyes and was indeed, very pretty. Her name was Ino Yamanaka.
There was two girls beside her, one of them was Hinata Hyuga, she had long midnight blue hair that reached her hips and very pale eyes. Next to her sat a girl named Tenten Kunai, she had her brown hair put up in two bundles and brown eyes.
"Or it might be a pretty girl" Tenten said.
"She better stay away from Sai!" Ino growled. Hinata smiled a shy smile, not saying anything. Their teacher Kakashi Hatake came into class, today only 25 minutes late.
"YOU'RE LATE!" half of the class shouted.
"Sorry, I had to meet up with the new student"
"Yeah right and my grandma – wait, what?" a student yelled.
"Class, please welcome Sakura with open arms. You may come in now Sakura!" Kakashi said and turned his head towards the door. A girl walked in, at first you only got to see her long creamy leg, some of the boys almost drooled at the sight. Then a head was shown, she had a beautiful face, you could compare it to a angels and she'd still be prettier, she had pink hair and a pair of stunning green eyes. She smiled at the class and waved her hand.
"Yo" some of the people sweat dropped. She sounds like Kakashi...
"If you could please introduce yourself Sakura"
"Uhu, right. My name is Sakura, im 16 years old and I just moved from Suna, I like music and reading books" she said with a smile. A hand shot up in the air.
"Yes, Kiba?" Kakashi said in a bored voice.
"What is your surname?"
"Oh.. I forgot to tell that, didn't I? Hehe, sorry. My surname is Hatake" the class went silence. Sakura turned to Kakashi.
"Yo pop, didn't you tell them?"
"What is there to tell?"
"That I might burn you Icha Icha violence tonight?"
"..."
"..."
"You were kidding, right?"
"... Yes"
"Good, now, you can sit next to... Sasuke Uchiha over there, Sasuke could you please raise your hand?" a hand was slowly lifted in the air and Sakura's eyes landed on a boy with big ugly glasses. She smiled and walked over to him. A few boys murmured about it being unfair than 'stupid ugly Sasuke' got to sit next to 'the pink haired beauty'. Sakura groaned inwardly. Stupid dad from being so freakishly handsome, and stupid mom for being so god damn beautiful. Why did they have to make me so damn pretty? I don't even find myself pretty at all. Bullshit.
She sat down next to Sasuke and smiled at him.
"Yo!" she said with a smile. All he did as an answer was to look at her and nod. WTF? Talking about rudeness!
She huffed and gave him a glare before turning her attention towards Kakashi.
"Okay class, since we have gotten a new student today, free period" the class cheered and began crowding Sakura. A boy in all green jumped over to her, and took her hand in his.
"Oh Sakura-chan! You are so beautiful, and seem so youthfully youthful! Would you like to be my girlfriend?"
"Uhm, no. I don't even know you're name. You're weird dude" she said, pulling her hand out of his. He turned around and walked away, defeated. You could hear him saying something like 'Sorry Guy-sensei, I will never be as cool as you"
As he walked away, Sakura had on a "WTF"-expression.
"That was Lee, just ignore him. He can be a lot more worse than that" a girl said. "Btw, my name is Ino"
"Yeah.. Are you some kind of cellphone addicted girl since you just said btw? It is much easier if you just said by the way..." Ino looked at her, annoyed.
"Listen, I just tried to be nice, and then you say something like that to me? What is that all about?"
"You just seem... weird. Like, some cheerleader or something"
"But... I am a cheerleader!"
"Oh.. Hey, could anyone show me where the office is?" A lot of people started yelling, and Sakura looked at a boy with spiky yelled hair with his hand in the air. She stood up, yanked his hand down, and started walking out of the class.
"Why did she pick Uzumaki?" they heard Kakashi laugh a little.
"What is it Kakashi-sensei?"
"What? Oh, nothing" ~ Outside the classroom ~
"Okay, I was actually lying. I need you to show me the bathrooms" Sakura said as she looked at the boy. The boy smiled.
"Sure, no problem"
"By the way, what's you're name?"
"Naruto Uzumaki"
"Cool, yo, Naruto, can you tell me a little about all the people around here, like status and stuff?"
"Sure! Lets see.. There is the cheerleaders, Karin, Ami, Ino, Kiki, and some others chicks, then there are the popular people, there is Hinata, Tenten, Kiba, Shino, Shikamaru, Neji, Lee and other people. Then there is the not so popular, who is me, because im a class clown, and the Akatsuki, but that is because people are scared of them. But the girls is still head over heels in love with them because 'they are so handsome and hot' or something like that. And at the bottom is my best friend Sasuke Uchiha, mostly because of the way he dresses and those ugly glasses of his, he is also very anti-social, but super rich and his brother, Itachi is in the Akatsuki and the girls says he is the hottest and they don't get why Sasuke isn't hot as well"
"That sounds.. Interesting"
"You are probably going right to the top by the popular people. You have the looks"
"Yeah, but I don't really care. Can I sit with you and Sasuke at lunch today?"
"Huh? Seriously? Yes!"
"Awesome, thanks!" Sakura smiled at Naruto. ~ At lunch ~
"Sakura-chan! Over here!" a voice boomed over all the noise there was in the cafeteria. Sakura looked and spotted Naruto's yellow spiky hair and walked over to him. People looked at Sakura weirdly, thinking about why she would want to sit with the losers.
"Yo!" Sakura grinned as she sat down, but as she saw Sasuke ignore her she scowled.
"What is your problem Sasuke?" he looked her in the eye before turning his head away while saying 'hn', that ticked Sakura off, but she kept her cool. What she didn't see what the dust of pink on his cheeks as he looked away from her gaze.
The following days went quickly and now Sakura had been there for a month, and the school dance was coming up. She had made pretty good friends with Sasuke and Naruto, and now Sasuke would even talk with her. Sometimes they even had verbal fights about school stuff. Sakura had been asked to the dance by a lot of guys, but she had turned them all down. Still, it didn't stop them from keep asking. It was as if she was waiting for a special someone to ask, but no one had any idea of who it could be. Some seniors had even asked her, but she still kept turning them down.
Rumours said that Itachi Uchiha, Sasuke's older brother, was planing on asking Sakura to the school dance. So people hurried up with asking Sakura before Itachi asked her, they knew she would say yes if he asked her.
Naruto had already been asked by the shy girl Hinata, and he had said yes. Sakura was happy that Naruto had a date, but she still wondered who Sasuke wanted to ask. Secretly, she hoped he would ask her, that's why she kept turning all the offers down.
"Ne, Sasuke-kun?"
"Hn?"
"Aren't you gonna ask someone to the dance?"
"I don't plan on going, if I went I would go alone, and I don't even have any clothes for a school dance"
Sakura smirked inwardly, and pretended to be thinking.
"What if I went to the dance with you and we went to the mall today so we could buy you some cool clothes?"
"Wh-a"
"Oh come on! I know you want to" she said with a wink. Sasuke blushed and made a cool-like pout, looking sideways.
"I'll give you a makeover! I bet you look hot under that big clothes and those big ass glasses!" Sasuke looked at her with wide eyes, did she just think of him as if he was -
"NO! NO! Not like that! Geez Sasuke, you pervert!" Sasuke blushed even more.
"Fine"
"Huh?"
"I said fine! Fine, I will go to the dance if you go with me!" Sasuke said in a low voice. Sakura smiled and shot a fist in the air.
"AWESOME! We are going to the mall after school! You drive, you have a very very very nice car!"
The day was almost over. Sakura was over at Sasuke's house with Naruto. Sakura was making a makeover on Sasuke and Naruto was playing video games. Sasuke had even let Sakura go as far as to cut his hair. Sakura was really happy at that.
At the mall they had bought Sasuke a whole new closet, throwing all the old clothes out, bought contacts so he didn't have to use those glasses, and all the converse they could find.
Sasuke's once, long unruly hair, was now cut at the back of his head, and it surprisingly, spiked naturally backwards. His bangs were framing the sides of his face, reaching his chin. The haircut was so simple, yet, it made Sasuke look, in Sakura's opinion, so very hot.
What surprised Sakura the most was his body. She had asked him to take of his baggy t-shirt, and hello six pack!
"You work out?" she asked with a blush adoring her cheeks.
"Sometimes" he said with a smirk as he saw her blush. He looks so frigging hot! It's.. WOW!, Sakura thought, not really hearing herself say it out loud.
"Really now?" Sasuke asked as he leaned down to have his face in front of hers. Naruto was long gone, remembering he had a date with Hinata.
Sakura looked at him with her big green eyes.
"You're not bad looking yourself" he said with a slight purr in his voice. Sakura gulped. He smirked and Sakura almost fainted. She could feel her head burning, but composed herself and looked into his eyes. He slowly leaned towards, as did she, and their lips met halfway.
Sakura moved her lips against Sasuke's before feeling his tongue against her lower lip, she parted her lips. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and battled against hers for domination. Somehow they ended up on Sasuke's bed, making out heatedly. As Sasuke found himself without a shirt and her still having hers on, he made a move for her to take off her shirt. As she did, he got a perfect view of her C-cup and toned stomach. Suddenly he felt himself grow hard and groaned. Sakura moved from his mouth to the sensitive skin between his neck and shoulder and started kissing, sucking and biting softly leaving a hickey. She soon found out why he was groaning and giggled, whispering something in his ear. He blushed before nodding slowly, kissing her again with more passion than before. She started tucking at his pants and he smiled against the kiss. Being in love isn't that bad after all...
The next day Sakura and Naruto walked into the cafeteria. Naruto saw a hickey on Sakura's neck, and asked her if Sasuke was any good. That made her blush and think weird of Naruto. Inside the cafeteria people whispered and looked at Sakura before looking at someone ells and then go back to whispering.
"I wonder what they are whispering about" Sakura mused. She then heard someone walk towards her and turned around to be faced by Itachi.
"Sakura"
"Eh.. Itachi?"
"I would like to ask if you wanted to go with me to the school dance"
"No way" everyone around them gasped, she just said no to the Itachi Uchiha.
"May I ask why you have turned everybody who have asked you down?"
"I haven't turned everyone down. I have a date"
"With who?" he asked surprised. No one had been talking about Sakura accepting their offer. Sakura looked around before smiling.
"There he comes!" she said and waved at the person. A guy hotter than Itachi walked over to Sakura and kissed her before holding her hand, and looked at Itachi.
"Itachi"
"S-Sasuke?"
"Hn", he said smirking. Almost all girl in the cafeteria squealed at how hot Sasuke looked, and Sakura shot them a glare that said "he-is-mine-back-off-or-ells". Sasuke smirked at his girlfriend and kissed her deep.
"You know.." he whispered seductive, "I love you"
Sakura giggled and gave him a peck on the lips. "I know, and I love you too" she said and gave him smile. Hope you guys liked it! Im not that happy with it, but I suck and im Danish. DON'T HATE ME!
Author: cholericDolphin
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. It belongs fully to Kishimoto Masashi-sama. All I own is my wracked up imagination.
A rainy day. Most people dislike them. Whether that was because of the mud pools on the streets or because of the wet clothes sticking to the poor bodies of people who were unlucky enough to be forced to go through such a freak of nature without an umbrella. In the end, they all abhorred the wet substance in the same way. They all more or less followed the same routine on every one of those wet days. In the mornings they would get annoyed by looking out of the window and seeing the gray clouds ahead or above them. Later they would mutter curses with every single drop that hit their faces or clothes. At work those people would complain about everything, never forgetting to blame the rain of hell for their soaked hair and clothing which conveniently turned the whole work place into a marsh. And in the evening they would come home, absolutely stressed-out and really bad-tempered, and throw themselves onto their bed after a hot shower or fight with their partner who was in a mood at least twice as bad as their own.Yes, for some people the rain was a very dreadful thing. It probably even forced a loving couple apart at some point in time, although nobody either realized or even wanted to acknowledge that.
But there was one person that especially loved the rain. One that wouldn't do her best to avoid the wet droplets from heaven, just run headfirst into them. She would do her best to catch all of them, twirling around and dancing even in the strongest gale letting the clean water slowly roll down not only her cherubic face but also her slim body until it landed with a quiet soft sound on the earth.
The rain made her happy. Her laughing could be heard even miles away and paint a smile on the faces of the most depressed people. It was simply contagious.
And one boy sitting in a dark classroom on a wet stormy Monday morning benefited most of the current weather.
Namikaze Minato sat in a corner next to the window, observing a pretty red-haired girl going through her daily routine with extra vigor outside in the rain. Running around in circles, grinning from ear to ear so much that her rosy gums were visible and at the same time trying out some fighting-stances. The blonde watched her with astonishment and amazement, his cerulean blue eyes never leaving her twirling form, a small shy smile on his lips and a slight blush across his cheeks. He knew that he liked her. More than you usually like a friend. His heart beating like crazy in his chest and the creepy warm feeling in his gut every time he thought of her told him so. It felt like she made him sick, but in a good way. A very good way.
"You gotta tell her someday, you know?"
Minato almost fell from his chair and turned to the black-haired person behind him.
"Did you have to do that Fugaku? I almost got a heart attack, thank you very much."
Said Uchiha just sighed and laid his head on his propped up arm.
"Do you even know what I've said?"
"…"
It was no use talking to the blonde prodigy again, since their teacher came into the classroom with a very soaked but overly happy Uzumaki Kushina in tow announcing the start of the first lesson. The girl jumped into her seat, which was conveniently situated just in front of the boy who was secretly in love with her. Not that she knew anyway. For her, the blonde was a nice guy you could hang out with from time to time, although he was so shy that he sometimes couldn't get one concrete word out. Of course only around her, though she didn't know that.
Minato was a mystery to her. How could someone so strong and fast, more or less loved by the whole village, praised as the prodigy of this generation of ninja have practically no self-confidence or self-esteem? Every time his mother had started bragging about him, saying what an awesome boy he was, he would look uncomfortable and avert his gaze on the floor while blushing in embarrassment. Often he would add that all the things being said about him were just exaggerations or absolute nonsense, but nobody believed him. And Kushina didn't either after witnessing how he had beaten up a chuunin-teacher in a sparring-match once. The poor flak-vested guy had had to stay in hospital for two weeks, the blonde had been visiting him at least three times a day to apologize and ask if he was alright. Which he still wasn't completely if the slight hobbling was any indication.
Anyways, back to the present. While the chuunin in front of the blackboard rambled on and on about the boring history of the elemental nations and the First Great Ninja War the whole class seemed to be in another world. Kushina, one of the creative people without talent, spent her time doodling something on a piece of paper that distinctively looked like a fish with a water bottle in one of its… fins? Yeah something like that.
The blonde stalker behind her, although shy, was a curious person in general, so he asked her why she drew that, of all things. Her answer left him frowning.
"That's Inoichi-kun with a kunai in his hand! Can't you see it?"
No, he definitely couldn't. But he found it somehow funny that this was how she pictured Inoichi. Minato knew she had an obvious crush on him and that was also the reason the "friendly relationship" between him and the Yamanaka heir became kind of frigid. Not that the pig-tailed boy had any say in the matter, but he knew that the other blond was jealous every time she proclaimed her love to him, and very angry when he rejected her. Not because Minato wanted Kushina to be really happy with Inoichi, but because he did it while insulting and clearly hurting her inside.
Minato had found her in one of the training grounds crying her pretty eyes out way too many times, yet he hadn't managed to gather his courage and console her.
But he had definitely made sure Inoichi got his butt kicked every time. Hard.
Poor guy couldn't even count the numerous bruises on his behind anymore.
Suddenly the bell rang and Minato was brought out of his musings. The children fled from the academy building as fast as they could into the now sunny afternoon, the only exceptions being Shikaku, the lazy bum, and Chouza accompanying him.
After some time and very hard thinking the blonde decided to simply follow his secret crush, there was nothing for him to do anyway. So silently jumping up in a tree and using the "branch-highway" as he called it, he tried to find the fiery red-head. Didn't take him long.
She sat in front of an old ice cream parlor, the one which was mostly frequented by academy students, and luck had it that half his class, including some of his friends like Fugaku, was there as well. He let himself fall down of the tree he currently occupied and casually walked over to the group. I just want to eat some ice cream, not staring at her, nothing suspicious. Minato chanted that short song inside of his head, hoping that no one, especially her, would find out his true intentions.
"Huh, what'cha doing here? Thought you don't like ice cream, Minato." Inoichi helpfully supplied and the blonde had another scenario inside of his head, in which he smashed the moron's head against a brick wall.
"I do like it, I just save my money for more important things." He hoped that this answer would be enough so he wouldn't be bothered anymore, but noooooo.
"Really? What's more important than chocolate chip ice cream with double cream, chocolate sauce and chocolate sprinkles on top?" Of course the only one able to say something like that was Chouza, his huge sundae sitting in front of him while the chubby boy licked his lips in anticipation. He would never eat his "special chocolate bomb sundae" right away, always waiting for the sauce to run down the inner length of the glass bowl in esthetic streaks. Mhh, it really does look tasty…
"Uhh… my… ehm…" Glancing around frantically, albeit discretely, for Minato didn't have any idea right now, he spotted a little shop selling some kind of ninja stuff. Sealing equipment to be exact.
"Sealing stuff." He finished lamely, until he registered his big big error.
"Wooow, you're going to be a sealing master?"
"Isn't that really difficult?"
"That sounds so cool! Can we see you making something?" And there it was. The dreadful sentence that changed his life forever. The blonde couldn't just say 'no', that would be really rude on the one hand, and they wouldn't believe him and he would expose his stalking activities on the other. Or so he thought. So the only answer was…
"Sure, I've got some time next week, if you want to." He said, desperately thinking about who could possibly give him a crash course in the art of sealing. Right now the only one coming to mind was the Sannin Jiraiya-sama, who conveniently was Minato's neighbor since last month. Gotta ask him when I get back in the evening…
"Awww, you're so awesome, Minato-kuuuun!" There went his fangirl army.
"Can you teach me something, too? –winks with her eyelashes- "
"Please go out with me?" One of the more hopeless cases.
"Ahh, no, I- I think I have to go-" He muttered and started to make his way out of the mass, or at least he tried to. Why are there so many! I didn't even notice them approaching…
"What about your ice cream?" Chouza asked, a scandalized look on his plump face and some chocolate sauce dripping out of the corner of his mouth. At least that made some of the fangirls back off…
"What about Kushina?"
Minato immediately turned his head to the source of the voice so fast everyone could swear they'd heard something snap. Fugaku's gaze was innocently fixed on the clouds, mimicking Shikaku to a T.
"What about her?" The counter question was said in such a stiff manner that some of the people standing around them thought a robot had said that.
"Well, you like her, right? So why do you want to go already?"
That somehow got Kushina's attention, more than Minato would have wanted.
"Eeeeh? You actually like me?" Her face was one of pure shock and had Minato not been standing there, completely frozen with a face so red it could easily beat a tomato and his expression one of such saintly pristine embarrassment, she would have been the center of attention.
Somehow the whole world started to spin around the blonde and he could barely contain his breathing. Now his huge secret was out. All the time he tried his best to be discreet, all the work he had put into this, all gone now. Useless. Now that she knew she would feel creeped out by him and would try her best to avoid him. Maybe she would even move out of town so she would never have to see him again? Ok, now Minato broke into hysterics, but that didn't matter at that point. As the boy felt the hot salty tears start to prick his eyes he hightailed it out of there, running as fast as his legs could carry him, ignoring the shouts of the persons left behind. But Minato didn't care at all. And somehow ended up in a forest. Alone. And don't ask me why, but it had begun to darken. Just for the heck of it, it seems. And of course it had to start raining again. Once more, just for the heck of it.
There he was now, in the middle of an unknown forest, a.k.a. the frickin' middle of nowhere, shaking, because of the cold rain, crying his eyes out, mourning his love, who probably hated him now anyways, and hungry. God, he should've just snatched Chouza's sundae. But then the chubby boy would've killed him on the spot. Sighing, he hugged his knees to his chest, sitting under a tree and waiting for the blasted downpour to stop.
"Man, you're a moron."
Minato jumped from his seat, staring at the panting form before him and briskly turning red.
"K-Kushina…"
"I told you! 'Wait!' and 'Please stop already!' but that didn't seem to get into your head, huh? By the way, where the heck are we?" She asked seemingly not noticing the blonde's embarrassed face and the fact that he had backed off and now stood with his back pressed against the tree.
"What are you doing here…?" The sobbing boy choked out between sniffles.
She sighed dramatically before plopping down on the now muddy grass.
"'Cause you obviously like me, and I've followed you, duh!" The red-head answered, looking straight ahead and sparing her companion the painfulness of being seen while new burning tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.
"S-So? You like Inoichi-san, meaning you d-d-don-" He cut himself off as another sob wrecked his small frame and he didn't trust his own voice anymore. He just couldn't bring himself to say this one particular sentence.
"Like him? At first I did, but after two rejections I've been over it. I just annoyed the fag with that so the one I actually did like would become jealous."
Minato just stared. Was this girl for real? That plan sounded kind of mean, and stupid, considering that the boy she seriously was in love with never had the chance to find out. There was a long silence between them, until the blonde's curiosity got the better of him.
"A-And, who is it?" He asked shyly, dreading the answer, but he simply had to know. Without that tidbit of information he would never find peace. The answer was kind of artless, to say the least.
A pointed look into his eyes and a fierce kiss directly after that.
That day Namikaze Minato found out that he loved rainy days even more than he had initially thought. Wow, can't stop writing lately! This one-shot came to me while showering -cough-obviously-cough-... anyways! Hope you enjoy that one, since I certainly enjoyed it! I suppose I'm trying out different writing styles right now, since all of my stories are very different, but wayne... tried to make this one kind of poetic with some (maybe) hidden humor and something akin to mystery I believe... Please tell me if I managed to do that! LOL I could really need some constructive criticism here... and with my future-fic, too. -.-
The first time Sai kissed her, it was only to shut her up.
Both were walking through town from lunch with Naruto, but after the blonde saw Hinata enter Ichiraku's, he abandoned Sai and Sakura to hang out with the purple-haired Hyuuga. So the two had no choice but to walk home together. Sakura was rambling on and on about the last mission they were on, how annoying she found Naruto's constant chatter at the ramen shop, and book suggestions on emotions for Sai to check out.
"… I think you should read her book, I think it's absolutely amazing," she was saying. "And if you're done with that, take a look at the sequel. It's pheno-."
The next thing she knew, his lips were pressed onto hers into a kiss. The pink-haired kunoichi squeaked in shock. Focusing all of her chakra into her fist, she punched him in the gut and he flew towards the nearest tree.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed at him.
The dark-haired shinobi rubbed his jaw before blinking at her. He got up from the ground, dusted his clothes, and fake-smiled at her. "You were talking too much."
With her arms crossed, Sakura cocked an eyebrow. "So?"
Sai continued to smile. "It was annoying."
A vein popped dangerously on Sakura's forehead, but she didn't punch him again. Instead, she glared at him. "Why did you have to kiss me?"
He shrugged. "Kakashi-senpai lent me one of his books and the female character wouldn't stop talking so the male character kissed her and she shut up." He tilted his head to the side in confusion at the death look she was giving him. "What's wrong, Ugly?"
She shakily pointed a finger at him. "You stole my first kiss!" she accused. "And the nerve you have of reading those ridiculous perverted books! Have you no shame?"
Sai simply shrugged and continued to walk home, leaving her behind.
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After that incident, Sai had taken a liking to teasing her by kissing her, but not on the lips anymore. Oh no, he would end up with broken bones if he ever attempted that again. Instead, whenever they finished a mission or accomplished training, he would either take her hand and kiss it or peck her on the cheek or forehead. Also, he only did this when Naruto wasn't around. The blonde was very protective of his sister-of-sorts and any guy who dared ask her out, had to go through him first.
The first couple of times Sai got into this new habit of his, Sakura would slap him across the face, scream obscenities at him, and dared him to try it again. However, no matter how hard she hit him, no matter how many curses she yelled at him, the artist would simply smile in reply and do it anyway.
At first, she hated it. She wanted to wipe that stupid fake smile off his face. She wanted to pummel him into a pulp and kick him off the face of the Earth. She wanted to murder him!
Eventually though, she began to realize how soft and gentle his lips felt against her skin. A tingle of electricity would spread through her body and the spot he planted his kisses on would tingle, even hours after he had kissed her.
Also, when Tsunade sent Sakura and Sai on a mission together a couple of weeks after the kiss, the pink-haired medic didn't know why but she suddenly felt nervous. A mission with Sai meant spending hours with him, changing clothes and taking a bath with him nearby, and the worst of all, sleeping side-by-side in the same tent. They've gone on missions together before, but for some reason, she felt that this one would be different.
And it did turn out different.
The first night of the mission, while getting their tent and sleeping bags set-up, Sai suddenly offered to cook dinner this time. Usually, it would be Sakura but she decided to give his cooking a shot. Bad idea. He put too much water on the beans, making them soggy and added too little salt, making them bland. And he left the rice in the pot too long and it almost burned, if Sakura had not saved it on time.
"How is it?" he asked, pleasantly after she took the first bite.
It's terrible! You shouldn't cook at all! Don't ever touch my kitchen! Sakura screamed in her head.
However, seeing the expectant and excited look on his face, she forced a smile and took another agonizing bite. "It's good, Sai. Not perfect, but good enough."
She didn't have the heart to tell him that she wanted to run to the nearest tree and throw up. Meanwhile, Sai just smiled and began to eat. Whether he knew how bad his cooking tasted, it didn't show. He just finished everything on his plate.
While getting ready for bed, Sakura was taken aback when he pecked her on the cheek. "Good night, Ugly."
"G-Good night, Sai," she stammered.
When both were safely tucked into their sleeping bags and hearing his slow breathing next to her, the kunoichi placed a hand on her flushed cheek, the pleasant electricity coursing through her body.
It came to the point when Sakura no longer minded Sai's kisses. In fact, she started looking forward to them. Now, instead of frowning and feeling the urge to kill him, she would smile softly and even responded with a few light pecks of her own on his pale cheeks. She liked watching his fake-smile turn into a look of utter confusion.
Naruto, noticing the sudden change in the atmosphere between the two, was curious and went as far as to ask Sakura about it when she was tending to his broken arm at the hospital one day. The pink-haired medic just shrugged.
"Maybe we're just starting to get along," she replied, wrapping bandages all over his arm.
Naruto scoffed. "Right. Don't you care anymore that he still calls you Hag or Ugly?"
"A bit, but I think I've begun to realize that the nicknames are Sai's way of trying to create some sort of connection between us."
The blonde tilted his head to the side. "Connection? Like soul mates or something/"
Sakura, in surprise, dropped the roll of bandage and it rolled away. Heat rushed into her cheeks and she shook her head furiously. "T-That's… That's ridiculous, Naruto. How could you even think we'd be soul mates?"
Naruto pursed his lips. "Hmm… Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, come on, this is Sai we're talking about. The guy can't even feel proper happiness, so he can't have a crush on you, right?"
"R-Right." Sakura didn't know why but she could feel her heart throbbing, painfully at his words.
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Sakura knew that Sai's kisses were mere teasing. They didn't mean anything to the dark-haired artist. He didn't kiss her out of need or because he liked her. He kissed her because he enjoyed watching her fume in anger or flush scarlet red in embarrassment. However, Sai's kisses began to become comforts as well.
The first time he kissed her because he knew she needed support was when they came home from, yet, another failed Sasuke Retrieval Mission. They had a confrontation with the ex-Konoha Shinobi and all three emerged with cuts and scrapes from the encounter. The most fatal scars of all were the ones on Naruto and Sakura's hearts from their failure of bringing their old friend home.
While the blonde was seeking solace and comfort from Hinata, Sakura clung to Sai. Both sat on the ground of Team Kakashi's training field from afternoon 'til twilight. The whole time, Sakura tried to hold back her tears. She didn't want to look weak and helpless in front of the painter. But when she felt his hand on hers and his thumb stroking her knuckles comfortingly, she broke down. Tears fell in torrents down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly.
Sniffling, she hastily wiped the tears with an arm. "Gomenasai, Sai. I don't want you to see me like this. I look pathetic."
She expected a comeback like, "Don't worry, Hag. You couldn't look uglier than you already are."
However, she didn't expect fingers under her chin lift her face up to meet his. Her heart stopped as green met onyx. He had such pretty eyes, they had a certain softness that Sasuke's eyes never had.
Without a word, Sai pressed his lips to hers.
Shocked and confused, Sakura just sat there. His lips… they felt so nice… Why was her heart beating so fast? And why was he kissing her? Was he teasing her again? Or an attempt to make her smile, maybe?
He pulled away and Sakura's eyes fluttered open. Wait, when did she close them?
Sai smiled at her, a smile she distinguished to be one of his rare real ones. He leaned his forehead against hers.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "Everything will be alright."
And Sakura believed him. That was when the truth hit her hard in the face; she was in love.
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Sai had also developed the habit of walking Sakura home after a weary day of tending to the injured and sick. The first time it happened, she was surprised yet glad to see him standing outside the hospital doors.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, coming up to him.
He shrugged. "I was on my way home when I happened to pass by. I knew your shift was almost over anyway so I might as well walk you home. It's getting pretty dark."
Sakura felt touched with his concern. "I see. Well, I'll have you know, I'm used to walking home by myself." She giggled. "But I guess some company is nice. Thanks Sai."
"Hn."
"Now, since you're here, I might as well tell you all about my day."
They began to walk. "Konohamaru-chan's team just came back from a mission today and boy, was he beaten up so bad! I swear, that kid's going to become a second Naruto…"
And the whole way home, Sai never interrupted her, not once.
When they reached her apartment complex, she turned to him. "Thanks, Sai."
Feeling brave, she leaned into him and pecked him on the cheek. Smiling widely, she entered her apartment before he could say anything. She missed the goofy grin that appeared on Sai's face and as he turned to walk home, he knocked over a potted plant.
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One night, as Sai walked Sakura home and listened to her ramble about her day, he took her hand. Surprised, she stopped talking.
"Why did you stop?" he asked.
"Um… I forgot what happened next," she lied.
"Ah, I see."
They walked in silence now. Besides that time when he comforted her during the failed mission, he never really held her hand. And Sakura was much to distressed last time to feel the rough and strong yet gentle hands of Sai. And her hand fit his just right, like a puzzle. It felt… nice.
"Sakura."
Another surprise. Since when did he call her Sakura? But boy, did it feel great to hear his velvety voice finally say her name.
"May I ask a question?" he said.
"Um… Sure. What is it?"
He paused and gestured to a bench. Upon closer inspection, Sakura realized that this was the bench she fell asleep on the night Sasuke left Konoha. Usually, whenever she saw this bench, her heart would start breaking. But now, it wasn't. It ached, that's for sure but it didn't break.
She sat down and Sai settled himself next to her. Both remained silent for a while, unsure of what to say.
"Did I ever mention that this was the exact spot I told Sasuke that I loved him?" she narrated. "That was also the night he betrayed the village."
Sai hesitated before saying, "Oh?"
She nodded. "Yeah. And I fell asleep right on this bench." She chuckled softly, patting the smooth stone surface. "It's funny. Usually, I could never sit on this bench without breaking down. Now, however, it feels different." She beamed at him, pink tints on her cheeks. "Maybe it's because I'm with you."
Sai looked at her, blankly. "Do you still love him?"
She sighed. "True love means letting that person go if you feel that it's the best not only for him, but also for you. I love Sasuke and I would never give up in returning home; that's my duty as his friend and teammate. But," she looked up into the starry sky. "I'm no longer in love with him. That's why, I'm letting go of my feelings for him. It hurts, but it's for the best."
Besides, I'm in love with someone else, she added in her head.
Sai remained quiet. After a while, he whispered, "What's it like to fall in love?"
Heat rushed into Sakura's cheeks. She tucked a stray strand of pink hair behind her ear. "Um… Well… it's when you care about somebody so much that you can't imagine life without that person. This person can be considered your life as well. You can't bear to see them sad and hurt and when they are sad and hurt, you will do anything just to see them smile and laugh again. Usually, you want the pain they feel to transfer to you. It also means sacrificing everything for that person, your happiness even your own life." She looked into his face, curiously. "Why do you ask?" A mischievous grin played in her lips. "Are you in love, Sai?"
Sai chuckled. "Yes, I believe I am, now that you've made it clear to me."
"Oh really?" Sakura could now feel her heart breaking and tears threatening. She forced a smile. "Who is she?"
Sai only smiled. "I believe I am in love with you, Sakura-chan."
The said Cherry Blossom gasped, her eyes widening. The dark-haired artist was still smiling, as if he hadn't just confessed that he was in love with the teammate he had teased and taunted for the two years he became a part of her team.
Before she could even comprehend her own actions, Sakura launched herself at Sai, arms snaking around his neck and her lips crashing to his into a passionate kiss. He stiffened before relaxing. His arms found their way around her waist as he returned the kiss, eagerly.
His early kisses were simple pecks, dry and closed lipped. But this, this had a lot of tongue action. Whoever knew that a guy who had no clue about emotions most of his life could kiss like he'd done it so many times before?
Feeling the need for oxygen, Sakura reluctantly pulled away, breathing heavily. Sai was likewise trying to catch his breath. Placing her lips at his ear, the pink-haired kunoichi whispered, "Aishiteru, Sai-kun."
How good those words felt as they left her lips. Sai flashed her another heart-melting smile before lifting a hand to caress her cheek. She leaned into his touch as he leaned closer to her.
"Aishiteru, Sakura-chan," he whispered, before pressing his lips to hers.
After that night, kissing his Cherry Blossom under the stars had become a new habit for Sai. And the Cherry Blossom encouraged this habit.
-Sai-
Sakura thinks that he stole her first kiss, that he had taken advantage of her. Sai had to laugh whenever she told this story to anyone who asked. This was because he didn't steal her first kiss. In actuality, Sakura stole his first kiss. She just didn't know it.
It happened while they were on a mission together. It was an Akatsuki-related mission. For some reason, Tsunade didn't want Naruto to be involved, so she sent them both instead. During two-men missions, Sai and Sakura usually shared a tent since it made packing easier and faster when they woke up in the morning. If an enemy had somehow found their camp, they could easily just leave the tent behind and there wouldn't be a problem in their budget; shinobis didn't earn much money. The only problem was though, the tent was small and even if the two were in separate, individual sleeping bags, if they rolled around too much, they could end up sleeping next to each other. That was exactly what happened.
Sai was a light sleeper so when he felt something press into him, his eyes immediately flew open. To his surprise, a fair, slender arm was draped across his chest and a mass of pink lay on his shoulder. A nice vanilla scent met his nostrils. For some apparent reason, Sai's face started getting warm and his heart began to beat faster than normal. This has never happened before.
Slowly, the dark-haired artist tried to disentangle himself from Sakura's sleeping form but surprisingly, her grip on him was strong.
"Sa… Sasuke…"
Sai froze. Did she awaken and thought he was the Uchiha?
But no, she was still asleep. However, there was a new look on her face. Sai brought his face closer to hers, inspecting this new emotion. It looked like she was longing for something, pained by something, broken by something. Although Sai tried hard, he still couldn't understand why Sakura clung to the Uchiha despite his betrayal. Sai had begun to understand bonds, not fully but getting there. But he still wondered why Sakura and Naruto did their best to maintain this bond with the traitor even though they got hurt a lot in the process.
While trying to figure out this new emotion, Sai never noticed that Sakura had snuggled closer to him and the next thing he knew, her lips were only a few centimeters away. Again, heat rushed to his face. But before he could pull away, Sakura had leaned forward and their lips met. Shocked, Sai lay frozen as his pink-haired teammate kissed him. Sai often wondered if her lips were indeed as soft as they looked, and at that moment, he found out that yes, they were.
When Sakura pulled away and rolled to her other side, Sai suddenly felt empty. He didn't know why he had the sudden urge to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him. He wanted to breathe in that sweet vanilla scent. But Sai didn't. He simply watched her back until promptly falling asleep himself.
The next morning, Sakura went about her usual, gleeful business, not noticing Sai's looks of confusion. lovelovelovelovelovelovelove
After that incident, whenever he and Sakura were sent on a mission together, Sai would often find his pink-haired teammate draped all over him. It had become such a habit for Sakura to wrap an arm around him with her head on the crook of his neck, and a leg slung across his. She never seemed to remember what she did the night before since she often rolled away from him some time during the night.
Sai began to look forward to these missions, to be more specific, the nights. He would watch Sakura sleep until she rolled away from him.
When the ex-root member asked him about a certain emotion, Kakashi lent the artist one of his Icha Icha Paradise books.
"I think you'll find some answers somewhere there," the masked jounin had said.
So while he and Sakura were walking home together and she was talking on and on about one thing or another, he remembered this exact same scene in the book. Knowing Sakura's immense strength, he was a bit reluctant at first. But then, he decided to give it a shot. So he kissed her. And ended up flying against a tree.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed at him.
Sai rubbed his jaw and blinked at her. He got up from the ground, dusted his clothes, and fake-smiled at her. "You were talking too much."
Sakura crossed her arms, red in the face. "So?"
He never noticed how cute she was when she was angry. "It was annoying."
She glared at him. "Why did you have to kiss me?"
He shrugged. "Kakashi-senpai lent me one of his books and the female character wouldn't stop talking so the male character kissed her and she shut up." He tilted his head to the side curiously, wondering why she was so affected. "What's wrong, Ugly?"
She shakily pointed a finger at him. "You stole my first kiss!" she accused. Actually, you stole mine, he thought, but didn't say aloud.
"And the nerve you have of reading those ridiculous perverted books! Have you no shame?"
Indeed, Sai did have shame. He never finished the book. It didn't make much sense to him and he didn't find the answers he was looking for. But Sakura she didn't have to know that. So he simply shrugged and began to walk away. This time, his smile was genuine. lovelovelovelovelovelove
Sai discovered that he liked seeing her turn red at his expense. He didn't even mind her yelling at him. He never kissed her on the lips again though. He'll save that for another time. However, after reading in a book that kisses are not only signs of affections, they are also signs to show how happy and proud you are of a person, he continued to give her kisses whenever she did something amazing.
Some days after he kissed her, Team Kakashi was out training. When she defeated him in a taijutsu battle, he was impressed. She had smirked at him before flipping her pink hair behind her shoulders. All he could do was stare open-mouthed at her. After Naruto, Kakashi, and Yamato left, he took her hand and kissed the top of it.
"Get a life!" she yelled, red-faced.
He continued to smile.
On their way home from another successful mission, Team Kakashi decided to rest and the two were sent to get water for the camp. While filling the water bottles, Sai took her hand and kissed her on the cheek. She slapped him.
"I dare you to do that again!" she screamed.
Sai shrugged, still smiling. "Okay." He kissed her other cheek.
She chucked one of the half-full canteens at him. It hit the side of the head and gave him a bruise. But despite his throbbing forehead, Sai continued to smile.
When they returned to camp, him still smiling and her scowling, Naruto asked what happened to his head. Before Sai could reply, Sakura said, "He was being a jerk."
Both Naruto and Sakura gave him death glares the rest of the night while Kakashi and Yamato looked on, sweat drops on their heads. lovelovelovelovelove
Tsunade sent them on a two-men mission for the first time since Sai kissed Sakura. When he met his teammate at the gates of Konoha, he noticed that she looked rather nervous, as if someone was about to attack her. He wondered what was wrong and got a little worried. But on the other hand, the dark-haired artist was looking forward to the trip. They hadn't had one in months and he missed her late-night hugs already.
The first night of their mission, he remembered that one of his books said that women are impressed with men who could cook. Sai wanted to impress Sakura so he offered to cook that night. She looked surprised but gave him the "okay."
He waited for her to take the first bite.
How is it?" he asked, anticipating.
She smiled faintly and took another bite. "It's good, Sai. Not perfect, but good enough."
His heart swelled at the praise the pink-haired kunoichi gave him. He took a bite and wanted to gag. It tasted terrible! But he maintained his neutral face. If Sakura liked it, then he would have to like it. The dark-haired artist took a mental note to go to the library and take out some cook books.
After setting up their sleeping bags, he kissed her cheek and said, "Good night, Ugly."
He expected a punch, a slap, some cursing. However, when she managed a, "Good night, Sai," he was caught off-guard. And as usual, he simply smiled.
That night, inside his sleeping bag and feigning sleep, he waited. Soon enough, he felt Sakura's arm snaking around his waist and her head settling itself in the crook of his neck. Sai sighed in contentment as he breathed in her scent. What is this feeling? Sai asked himself. Why do I feel like I must protect her at all cost? That I must make sure that she always smiled?
"S-Sasuke…"
Sai stiffened. He frowned. Why? Why was it always the Uchiha? Why never Sai? He waited. When Sakura finally untangled herself from him and turned away, Sai got up and went out into the cool night air.
He missed the smile that formed on Sakura's lips and her whisper of, "Sai…" lovelovelovelovelovelove
Sai was surprised. After another training session, he gave Sakura a kiss on the forehead. Instead of yelling at him to leave her alone, she just smiled before walking away. She was no longer angry at him? She no longer told him to crawl under a rock and die? The shinobi was shocked at the sudden change but found that despite the fact that he liked seeing her angry, he liked seeing her smiling and laughing a lot more.
To his surprise one day, after kissing her hand after a job well done while treating Naruto, she pecked his cheek! Sakura kissed him for the first time since that night!
Sai had walked home, his mind muddled. That night, as he sketched by his apartment window, he looked out into the starry night sky and thought of Sakura. His Sakura. Before he knew it, his abstract sketch had turned into a portrait of the pink-haired kunoichi. lovelovelovelovelovelovelove
They failed. After another attempt at bringing Sasuke Uchiha back to Konoha, Team Kakashi had failed once more. Sai wasn't close to Sasuke so he didn't feel any remorse at his loss. But he did feel remorse for his teammates. Naruto, Sakura, and even Kakashi were broken again. And all Sai and Yamato could do was give words of comfort that didn't help at all.
After Naruto left to find Hinata and Kakashi and Yamato went back to the Hokage tower to report to Tsunade, Sakura and Sai were left in the training fields. Sakura was staring blankly in front of her. Sai didn't know what to do, so he just sat next to her, staying quiet. After some time, he tentatively reached out and clasped her hand in his and ever so gently, stroked the top of it.
To his dismay, instead of Sakura smiling at him, assuring him that she was alright, she began to cry. Sai wanted to glomp himself. He was making it worse!
She sniffled. "Gomenasai, Sai. I don't want you to see me like this. I look pathetic."
He had a comeback ready. He was going to say, "Don't worry. You're pathetic enough already."
But he couldn't bring himself to say it. He couldn't bear to hurt her more than she already was. So instead, he made a decision.
He tilted his head to meet hers. He looked deeply into her beautiful green eyes. She wasn't ugly. She never was. She was beautiful. So very beautiful.
He leaned in and kissed her pink lips. They never lost their softness. Immediately, Sai felt a course of electricity run through him. He wanted to kiss her forever. He never wanted to let her go. However, he knew that he had to. He had no right to her. He didn't even know what this feeling was. When he pulled away, he smiled and leaned his forehead against hers.
"Don't worry," he whispered. "Everything will be alright."
He would make sure of it. The Uchiha must never hurt her again. lovelovelovelovelove
Sai wasn't lying when he told Sakura he was just passing by the hospital when he remembered that her shift ended at that same time. So, he decided to wait for her. He didn't know why, but he felt that he just had to. When she came out, looking weary and tired, he smiled to himself and waved. Sakura looked surprised. Then, her face broke into a bright smile.
The dark-haired artist could feel his heart beating faster and faster at that smile.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked, coming up to him.
He shrugged. "I was on my way home when I happened to pass by. I knew your shift was almost over anyway so I might as well walk you home. It's getting pretty dark."
"I see. Well, I'll have you know, I'm used to walking home by myself." She giggled. "But I guess some company is nice. Thanks Sai."
"Hn." Secretly, he was pleased that she welcomed his presence.
"Now, since you're here, I might as well tell you all about my day."
As Sakura narrated the happenings of her day, Sai listened and for the first time, he didn't interrupt her. He decided that he liked listening to her. Her voice was so… the only word he could think of was melodic.
When they reached her apartment, she turned to him. "Thanks, Sai."
And to his surprise and delight, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. He couldn't say anything. Well, he could, but he didn't know what to say. Before he could muster enough courage to say something, anything, she had already closed the door. He stared at the wood before breaking into a grin. He suddenly felt lightheaded, but a good lightheaded. All he could feel was the tingle on his cheek that he didn't notice a potted plant in his way and knocked it over.
Before turning the corner towards his own apartment, Sai turned around and looked at Sakura's window, second floor, third from the left. He smiled genuinely before heading home. lovelovelovelovelovelove
It had been months since Sakura first kissed him, the kiss that she did not recall because her subconscious was in dreamland, the kiss that Sai remembered clear as day because that was the moment that changed the way he saw his pink-haired teammate. He was very confused. What were this feelings? He spent long hours reading about every possible emotion and all gave him the same conclusion: love.
But Sai didn't know love. He didn't understand it. Of all the emotions he had tried to master since abandoning his Root ways, love was the hardest comprehend. Yamato once told him that the reason Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi never gave up on Sasuke was because they loved him. Shizune told him that the reason why Tsunade-godaime endured the hated paperwork as Hokage was because she loved the village and its people. Sakura told him that the reason why he suffered so much after his brother's death was because Sai loved him. But how was it possible? How was it possible for a person to love someone who had betrayed him? How was it possible for a person to love people she probably had never met before? How was it possible for a person who was trained not to feel still feel something after the loss of someone close to him? And how was it possible for a person to love someone who punched him in the face the first time they met? Sai did not understand love at all.
While he walked Sakura home from the hospital one day, he didn't know why, but he took her hand. Immediately, she stopped talking, a confused look on her face.
"Why did you stop?" he asked her.
"Um… I forgot what happened next."
"Ah, I see."
As they walked together in silence, hand-in-hand, Sai decided to ask her about love. Maybe she could give him the answers he had been looking for. After all, he felt this emotion towards her so she was the best source.
"Sakura." It felt so good to say her name. "May I ask a question?'
"Um… Sure. What is it?"
He stopped and gestured to a nearby bench. As they sat down, he saw a look flash in her face. A look of realization and hurt.
"Did I ever mention that this was the exact spot I told Sasuke that I loved him? That was also the night he betrayed the village."
Sai wanted to beat himself up. He didn't know that. If he did then he wouldn't have asked her to sit at this particular bench. "Oh?"
She nodded. "Yeah. And I fell asleep right on this bench." She chuckled softly, patting the bench. "It's funny. Usually, I could never sit on this bench without breaking down. Now, however, it feels different." She beamed at him, pink tints on her cheeks. "Maybe it's because I'm with you."
The ex-Root betrayed no emotion, even though inside, he was breaking. "Do you still love him?"
She sighed. "True love means letting that person go if you feel that it's the best not only for him, but also for you. I love Sasuke and I would never give up in returning home; that's my duty as his friend and teammate."
Sai's eyes began to burn. Why was he feeling so… Depressed?
"But…"
At this, he turned his head to her. Sakura's attention was on the starry sky.
"I'm no longer in love with him. That's why, I'm letting go of my feelings for him. It hurts, but it's for the best."
He now felt more free, more elated. She no longer loved the Uchiha! She was no longer pining for a love that could never be returned! But then… Where did that leave Sai?
"What's it like to fall in love?" he whispered.
His Cherry Blossom blushed as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "Um… Well… it's when you care about somebody so much that you can't imagine life without that person. This person can be considered your life as well…"
Sai wanted to be with her always. He would never leave her like the Uchiha did.
"…You can't bear to see them sad and hurt and when they are sad and hurt, you will do anything just to see them smile and laugh again. Usually, you want the pain they feel to transfer to you…"
Sai didn't like seeing Sakura upset. In fact, he hated seeing her upset, it just wasn't her. Sai wanted her to always smile, to always be happy. While she was pining over Sasuke, Sai kept wishing that he would feel the hurt instead, not Sakura.
"… It also means sacrificing everything for that person, your happiness even your own life."
Sai looked at her. He would do anything for her. He would protect her at all cost. She was his Cherry Blossom and he would die before he could allow her to wilt.
Sakura gave him a curious look which turned mischievous. "Why do you ask? Are you in love, Sai?"
He chuckled, happily. "Yes, I believe I am, now that you've made it clear to me."
"Oh really?" She flashed him a smile. "Who is she?"
Sai couldn't help but smile as well, a real smile, a happy smile. "I believe I am in love with you, Sakura-chan."
Sakura gaped at him, shocked. Sai was much too happy to notice her surprise. Everything was clear to him now. He loved her. He was in love with her. He wanted to be with her, he wanted to protect her, he wanted to see her smile always, he wanted to be the reason she smiled, he wanted to be a significant part of her life. He loved her.
Before he knew it, Sakura was in his arms, kissing him fervently. He stiffened, his mind going blank as to what to do. Finally, instinct took over. His arms found their way around her waist as he returned the kiss with much gusto.
When she pulled away, her smile was wide. "Aishiteru, Sai-kun," she whispered in his ear.
How good it felt to hear his name spoken with so much affection, so much love. She loved him! Sakura Haruno loved him!
He rewarded her with another true smile, a smile just for her. He caressed her cheek, her soft skin sending bouts of electricity throughout his body. "Aishiteru, Sakura-chan."
And with that, he kissed her once more.
After finalizing their relationship and assuring Naruto that they were indeed in love, Sai found out that even when she wasn't asleep, Sakura still loved to cuddle. And so, mission or no mission, he and Sakura cuddled whenever they could. Sai loved it. And he loved her.
