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Home Movie 13
A/N: A special Home Movie, just for AFF. Due to certain content I can’t post it on FF.net. Be forewarned, this is not nice, fluffy, or reasonably sane. This is some truth for you, because I don’t see the Sasuke situation ending happily, at all. And not all of life is happy (plus, as much as I love to give Sakura some happiness once in a while, I really am not fond of Sasuke and his whiny attitude; he needs to learn to let things go at some point…). And for props, I’ve been finding my inspiration in the artwork of Nami86, on LJ and DeviantArt. Check out her art because she is just…well, there are no words. Seriously.
Futurefic.
Home Movie 13: Ending
Character: Sakura, Sasuke
Pairing: ummm…
Summary: Sometimes what you want isn’t what you wanted.
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The rocks, strewn across the forest from one of her chakra-enhanced punches, were digging into her back in a most uncomfortable way. The leaves were swaying above her, making her dizzy.
Or, maybe that was the blood loss.
She could hear the sounds of battle in the distance, her comrades fighting for their lives and the life of their village. But she couldn’t concentrate on the thought running through her head, telling her she had to scream, yell, cry out for help. Her logic was too far gone at this point, buried under pain and lust and surprise. He was here, on top of her, killing her in so many different ways.
All she could feel now was him.
The way his chest brushed against hers with every thrust, the way his hands curled around her waist for support. His breath on her neck, his words in her ear, his being in hers. He was surrounding her with pain and feeling, and she loved it while loathing it.
This was her dream, right? Sasuke?
His eyes turned, finding hers, and she shuddered with the sensation of him, rubbing some perfect spot deep inside her and making her want to scream out her pleasure. But she couldn’t find the strength to vocalize her sensations, and the kunai in her arm was starting to really weigh her down, as was the sword in her leg.
The pain and the pleasure mingled together in her body, and all she could think about was the fact that she finally got her one chance with Sasuke, and just like she thought, getting that chance to touch him would kill her. She could feel her blood pooling underneath her, but it was so small compared to him inside her.
She came, and instead of crying out her release, she almost choked on the blood trying to escape her body. He had taken away most of her chakra with the intense fighting, and her hands were so tightly held she couldn’t make the seals for Creation: Rebirth anyway. So much for her shishou’s ultimate technique. Although, Sakura was sure Tsunade-sensei had never foreseen this type of circumstance. No one could ever have believed her story, but it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be alive to tell it.
He looked at her, his eyes finally taking on some form of human appearance, and she could feel the emotions crash down on him. Then, she felt the cold.
He had closed himself off as quickly as his regret had come; he had fulfilled her last wish and sated his curiosity at the same time. She wanted to tell him so many things… how it could have been better if he hadn’t almost killed her first, how he wasn’t her first, how she wanted him to be, how big of an asshole he was for making this experience this terrible.
All she could manage, though, was a murmur through blood.
He stood, raven hair and dark eyes taking in her battered appearance on the forest floor. The black and red cloak fluttered around him, and she could hear his thoughts running through his empty head.
Did he realize he had just signed his death warrant?
His faced blurred as she damned him and praised him at the same time, and she could tell her death was coming soon. She had felt this black feeling once before, in a cave against another man in such a cloak, but that man had at least treated her with some honor.
This man, her former teammate, her former love, had not.
He would start a new generation of avengers, now. Naruto, Kakashi, Sai, Tsunade… all of them would make sure he was dead. But he didn’t seem to care that he had just forced his best friend to kill him.
Apparently, that was the way he wanted it.
Her last thought as she heard Naruto’s screams, Kakshi’s gasp, Shikamaru’s mutter, was that maybe this hadn’t been what she wanted. Maybe she shouldn’t have wished so much, so hard.
Futurefic.
Home Movie 13: Ending
Character: Sakura, Sasuke
Pairing: ummm…
Summary: Sometimes what you want isn’t what you wanted.
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The rocks, strewn across the forest from one of her chakra-enhanced punches, were digging into her back in a most uncomfortable way. The leaves were swaying above her, making her dizzy.
Or, maybe that was the blood loss.
She could hear the sounds of battle in the distance, her comrades fighting for their lives and the life of their village. But she couldn’t concentrate on the thought running through her head, telling her she had to scream, yell, cry out for help. Her logic was too far gone at this point, buried under pain and lust and surprise. He was here, on top of her, killing her in so many different ways.
All she could feel now was him.
The way his chest brushed against hers with every thrust, the way his hands curled around her waist for support. His breath on her neck, his words in her ear, his being in hers. He was surrounding her with pain and feeling, and she loved it while loathing it.
This was her dream, right? Sasuke?
His eyes turned, finding hers, and she shuddered with the sensation of him, rubbing some perfect spot deep inside her and making her want to scream out her pleasure. But she couldn’t find the strength to vocalize her sensations, and the kunai in her arm was starting to really weigh her down, as was the sword in her leg.
The pain and the pleasure mingled together in her body, and all she could think about was the fact that she finally got her one chance with Sasuke, and just like she thought, getting that chance to touch him would kill her. She could feel her blood pooling underneath her, but it was so small compared to him inside her.
She came, and instead of crying out her release, she almost choked on the blood trying to escape her body. He had taken away most of her chakra with the intense fighting, and her hands were so tightly held she couldn’t make the seals for Creation: Rebirth anyway. So much for her shishou’s ultimate technique. Although, Sakura was sure Tsunade-sensei had never foreseen this type of circumstance. No one could ever have believed her story, but it didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be alive to tell it.
He looked at her, his eyes finally taking on some form of human appearance, and she could feel the emotions crash down on him. Then, she felt the cold.
He had closed himself off as quickly as his regret had come; he had fulfilled her last wish and sated his curiosity at the same time. She wanted to tell him so many things… how it could have been better if he hadn’t almost killed her first, how he wasn’t her first, how she wanted him to be, how big of an asshole he was for making this experience this terrible.
All she could manage, though, was a murmur through blood.
He stood, raven hair and dark eyes taking in her battered appearance on the forest floor. The black and red cloak fluttered around him, and she could hear his thoughts running through his empty head.
Did he realize he had just signed his death warrant?
His faced blurred as she damned him and praised him at the same time, and she could tell her death was coming soon. She had felt this black feeling once before, in a cave against another man in such a cloak, but that man had at least treated her with some honor.
This man, her former teammate, her former love, had not.
He would start a new generation of avengers, now. Naruto, Kakashi, Sai, Tsunade… all of them would make sure he was dead. But he didn’t seem to care that he had just forced his best friend to kill him.
Apparently, that was the way he wanted it.
Her last thought as she heard Naruto’s screams, Kakshi’s gasp, Shikamaru’s mutter, was that maybe this hadn’t been what she wanted. Maybe she shouldn’t have wished so much, so hard.