Killing Me Softly
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Naruto AU/AR › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
1,317
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Sasuke’s fingers dragged along the metal frame of the beat up pickup truck, the pads of his fingers mapping out every little detail. He had plenty of time now to work on the old machine since the weather had turned against him. Naruto had to renege on their meeting, but Sasuke was fine with that. He’d gotten far too used to living in silence, though he did appreciate Naruto’s visits.
They ended up fighting more often than actually working together, but that was how it had been for the past three hundred years.
Sasuke believed the term was ‘frenemies’.
They got along as much as they could, but inevitably they’d end up in a bloody tussle. No clear winner was ever decided, but Sasuke didn’t care too much anymore. After all, Naruto was still a loyal friend.
Sharingan red eyes flicked up as a door creaked, and Sasuke carefully melted into the shadows. He didn’t want to engage in a fight right now, having just fed, and he didn’t want to create a scene, not when there were mortals down the street.
“Sasuke? It’s Sakura.”
The Uchiha didn’t relax until the rose-haired woman came into full view, splendidly dressed in a silk cheongsam. After a few minutes Sasuke appeared before her, his head canting slightly.
“What are you doing here?” he asked softly.
Sakura smiled. “To see you, of course.”
Sasuke blinked, shrugged. “Fine.”
The brunette moved back to his truck, careful to keep distance between him and the woman. He wasn’t exactly sure why he needed to keep her away from him, but something about Sakura just rubbed him the wrong way. He never showed it on his face (then again, he rarely showed emotion anymore) and never said anything. He would wait for he to make the first move and react accordingly.
Sakura hoisted herself onto the worktable, carefully balancing herself on the thin piece of wood. She crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned back to watch Sasuke work.
“Naruto was supposed to come visit, wasn’t he?” Sakura asked with an innocent smile.
“Weather,” Sasuke replied, bending down as if the checking the wheel well. He slipped the kunai under his sleeve before he rose, circling around the truck with a wrench in hand. He didn’t know what to make of Sakura’s smile, but it was enough for him to get his back up.
Sakura slid down from her perch and wandered over to Sasuke, trailing her fingers up his arm, over hi neck and his lips. If trying to figure out what she was doing hadn’t distracted Sasuke, he would have bitten off those fingers.
“It’s been three-hundred years,” the rose-haired woman whispered, leaning closer to Sasuke’s face. “I’ve been waiting.”
Sakura kissed Sasuke hard.
The brunette was frozen for a long moment. Then he placed his hands on the woman’s shoulders, curled his fingers, and threw her away from him. With a yelp, Sakura crashed into a stack of empty paint cans, the lot of them tumbling down around her. Sasuke didn’t bother to move as Sakura got to her feet, glaring hot hatred at him. She moved fast, her undead speed getting her across the room and in Sasuke’s face in mere seconds. The man was ready for her, however, his kunai sinking deep into her chest before he nails could reach his throat.
Sakura howled and pulled back, staring at Sasuke and trying not to cry. “Why?” she choked out.
“Because you’re a bitch and I don’t like you.” Sasuke said blandly, cleaning off his kunai. “Whatever your intentions I don’t want to be a part of them. I don’t love you. I never did. So get out of that little fantasy world of yours and get into reality.”
Sakura’s lower lip trembled. She fled before Sasuke could move toward her, the door swinging open as she vanished into the rain. Sasuke heaved a sigh and raked his fingers through his hair. He hated people for a reason and that reason had jus escaped out the door. The brunette moved to close and lock this door before looking forlornly at the skeleton of the pickup truck. It would suck to leave it behind, but he had to now.
He knew just where to go, too.
Sakura curled up on her futon in her beautiful apartment and cried. It wasn’t fair! After three hundred years of being by his side, Sasuke should love her. After all, he was the only reason she was here. She’d fought the descent into madness because she could have an eternity with the man she loved. But no. No. He was too focused on being a misanthrope and –
Her breath caught in her throat.
Sasuke was in love with someone else.
Naruto.
Of course! Why didn’t she see it before? Sakura rolled over onto her back to stare at the ceiling, feeling her hunger begin to rise. It wasn’t fair. Sasuke was supposed to love her, not Naruto. Not another man.
Her fists clenched. She’d spent the last three hundred years going against her reed, killing instead of healing. She’d kept feeding so she could stay alive, so she could remain by Sasuke’s side. She was a murderess, not a healer. Oh, but she would be. She’d be the greatest healer any of her kind saw. Insane laughter filled Sakura’s bedroom, but Sakura never once realized it was coming from her.
Sasuke’s fingers dragged along the metal frame of the beat up pickup truck, the pads of his fingers mapping out every little detail. He had plenty of time now to work on the old machine since the weather had turned against him. Naruto had to renege on their meeting, but Sasuke was fine with that. He’d gotten far too used to living in silence, though he did appreciate Naruto’s visits.
They ended up fighting more often than actually working together, but that was how it had been for the past three hundred years.
Sasuke believed the term was ‘frenemies’.
They got along as much as they could, but inevitably they’d end up in a bloody tussle. No clear winner was ever decided, but Sasuke didn’t care too much anymore. After all, Naruto was still a loyal friend.
Sharingan red eyes flicked up as a door creaked, and Sasuke carefully melted into the shadows. He didn’t want to engage in a fight right now, having just fed, and he didn’t want to create a scene, not when there were mortals down the street.
“Sasuke? It’s Sakura.”
The Uchiha didn’t relax until the rose-haired woman came into full view, splendidly dressed in a silk cheongsam. After a few minutes Sasuke appeared before her, his head canting slightly.
“What are you doing here?” he asked softly.
Sakura smiled. “To see you, of course.”
Sasuke blinked, shrugged. “Fine.”
The brunette moved back to his truck, careful to keep distance between him and the woman. He wasn’t exactly sure why he needed to keep her away from him, but something about Sakura just rubbed him the wrong way. He never showed it on his face (then again, he rarely showed emotion anymore) and never said anything. He would wait for he to make the first move and react accordingly.
Sakura hoisted herself onto the worktable, carefully balancing herself on the thin piece of wood. She crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned back to watch Sasuke work.
“Naruto was supposed to come visit, wasn’t he?” Sakura asked with an innocent smile.
“Weather,” Sasuke replied, bending down as if the checking the wheel well. He slipped the kunai under his sleeve before he rose, circling around the truck with a wrench in hand. He didn’t know what to make of Sakura’s smile, but it was enough for him to get his back up.
Sakura slid down from her perch and wandered over to Sasuke, trailing her fingers up his arm, over hi neck and his lips. If trying to figure out what she was doing hadn’t distracted Sasuke, he would have bitten off those fingers.
“It’s been three-hundred years,” the rose-haired woman whispered, leaning closer to Sasuke’s face. “I’ve been waiting.”
Sakura kissed Sasuke hard.
The brunette was frozen for a long moment. Then he placed his hands on the woman’s shoulders, curled his fingers, and threw her away from him. With a yelp, Sakura crashed into a stack of empty paint cans, the lot of them tumbling down around her. Sasuke didn’t bother to move as Sakura got to her feet, glaring hot hatred at him. She moved fast, her undead speed getting her across the room and in Sasuke’s face in mere seconds. The man was ready for her, however, his kunai sinking deep into her chest before he nails could reach his throat.
Sakura howled and pulled back, staring at Sasuke and trying not to cry. “Why?” she choked out.
“Because you’re a bitch and I don’t like you.” Sasuke said blandly, cleaning off his kunai. “Whatever your intentions I don’t want to be a part of them. I don’t love you. I never did. So get out of that little fantasy world of yours and get into reality.”
Sakura’s lower lip trembled. She fled before Sasuke could move toward her, the door swinging open as she vanished into the rain. Sasuke heaved a sigh and raked his fingers through his hair. He hated people for a reason and that reason had jus escaped out the door. The brunette moved to close and lock this door before looking forlornly at the skeleton of the pickup truck. It would suck to leave it behind, but he had to now.
He knew just where to go, too.
Sakura curled up on her futon in her beautiful apartment and cried. It wasn’t fair! After three hundred years of being by his side, Sasuke should love her. After all, he was the only reason she was here. She’d fought the descent into madness because she could have an eternity with the man she loved. But no. No. He was too focused on being a misanthrope and –
Her breath caught in her throat.
Sasuke was in love with someone else.
Naruto.
Of course! Why didn’t she see it before? Sakura rolled over onto her back to stare at the ceiling, feeling her hunger begin to rise. It wasn’t fair. Sasuke was supposed to love her, not Naruto. Not another man.
Her fists clenched. She’d spent the last three hundred years going against her reed, killing instead of healing. She’d kept feeding so she could stay alive, so she could remain by Sasuke’s side. She was a murderess, not a healer. Oh, but she would be. She’d be the greatest healer any of her kind saw. Insane laughter filled Sakura’s bedroom, but Sakura never once realized it was coming from her.