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Spiral From Madness

By: DarkSeductress
folder Naruto › General
Rating: Adult +
Chapters: 5
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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Stage 2 - Not A Game Anymore


Title: Not A Game Anymore

Author: darkemptyheart/DarkSeductress

Theme: Romance

Rating: PG

Author's Notes: Each part is 150 words, which is done on purpose.

Word Count: 300


Hoping

            The last few days have been madness for Sakura. A dangerous game of cat and mouse that has
weakened her resistance. Each time Kankuro invades her personal space, she forgets why he isn't
attractive and it takes longer for her to escape.

            After today they will reach their destination and the mission will commence. She needs to forget
this silly game and concentrate, which is hard because he isn't smirking or grinning at her tonight; it's
throwing her off. He's just staring at her. When Sakura opens her mouth to speak, he walks over to her,
kneels, places a flower behind her ear, and is gone to do more scouting.

            Sakura is left staring after him dumbfounded with a blush spreading across her cheeks. She
wonders if Sasuke would ever do something like this for her and if this is only another part of Kankuro's
game.

            Sakura hopes it isn't.


The Game Stops

 

            Kankuro doesn't want to face why he picked the damn flower. He is only aware that he did and as
he stares at Sakura across the fire, he can only admit the reasons have every thing to do with her.

            Kankuro isn't one for grand romantic gestures, so he's subconsciously confused as to why he's
walking over to her. When he kneels in front of her and meets her jade eyes, he can't find it within himself
to smirk because this doesn't feel like a game anymore. He
knows it's not a game as he tucks the flower
behind her ear.

            Then he retreats after seeing the wonder in her eyes. He doesn't want to explain anything, so he
leaves to do more scouting.

            Questions plague the Sand Puppeteer as he surveys the landscape: when did he stop viewing
her as a conquest? When did this stop being a game?



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