Ridding Me of You

Author’s Notes: Just to show just how dedicated I am in staying true to my word of not staying too long underground, I am back here again, yet with another sequel of “Ridding Me of you”. I can’t seem to focus on my other stories out there, but definitely once I get this one out of my system, they would be given the attention that they are due.

Disclaimer: Never had once been the owner of Naruto.

Chapter 21: A Day of Doom

Hinata ran like the devil was on her tail. Well, somehow though it was true. Uchiha Sasuke can be compared to the devil. A pair of horns, and a large swishing tail are the only things that he seem to lack.

He taunted her, he chased her like he was the dog and she was his chew toy. He tempted her into committing the sin of adultery (never mind the fact that the person she will sin against at if not married to her yet). He coaxed her to do the same wanton acts he was doing to her. His face, his voice, they lured her to fall into his arms.

No one but the devil can make her think twice about wanting anyone other than Naruto. No one but the devil can place himself inside her head and join the image of Naruto there.

Hinata stopped, huffing and puffing from her sprint, her body resting against a tree. It was hot, but she didn’t want to take off her jacket. Just the thought of Sasuke catching up to her, with her wearing only her bathing suit, she knew it spelled disaster.

Not only for him, but also for her.

She suspected that with the little war going on inside her—wanting and not wanting Sasuke—the positive side will win at anytime he comes too near barely clothed body.

“You are flushed and breathing hard again, Hinata.”

The sound of a clucking tongue and the calmly delivered words made her jump a foot in the air. Sasuke appeared on her left and rested on that side of the tree.

“O-onegai…” she gasped, looking up at him. “I need to do something private.”

Sasuke closed his eyes and groaned as he combed his fingers through his hair. When his eyes locked into hers again, there was an animalistic glint in them.

“Don’t do that again, Hinata.”

Bewilderment hung above her head for mere seconds before realization came crashing in. Her plea and the way that she did it was provocative to him and he seems to be barely containing himself.

Hinata made a move to escape but Sasuke suddenly reached out and snatched her elbow.

“Let’s make a deal,” he said, pointer finger and thumb pinching the bridge of his nose. “Let me stay with you for an hour and then I will leave you alone for the rest of the day.”

“I will be training Sasuke-san,” she hedged.

“All the better,” Sasuke replied lightly.

“Not in the usual manner.” Hinata didn’t know how to explain to him that this particular training she needed to be alone because of the lack of clothing she would be donning.

“That is fine.”

She squirmed. “It might not be healthy for the two of us.”

“We would be arguing here all day,” Sasuke sighed, his hand still gripping her elbow.

Hinata forfeited. She raised one trembling finger up and said, “I have one condition.”

A hurrumph promptly came out of Sasuke. He looked at her as though wanting to argue, but didn’t say anything.

Taking this as her clue, Hinata quickly blurted out, “Please don’t go near me.”

So Sasuke was not keeping the end of his bargain. Hinata kept reminding him of it and he only kept relying back with a “Hn.” She could only do so much not to smash it in his face. But that would mean going close to him too.

Gnashing her teeth relieved her some of her anger. Unfortunately, there’s plenty of it left still. Yes, she knows they already are sparring enough to take care of her frustration. However, the tension just keeps on building up. One more arm lock, flattening her on her stomach, pinning her on her back and she’s going to lose it.

Hinata’s heart accelerated when she saw Sasuke’s familiar stance. This one she particularly hated as his next move she couldn’t seem to out-maneuver and she always end up being stuck like a fly in a Uchiha-web.

Where is the chink in his attack?

She rose in the air, thinking of another way to set Sasuke up. When Sasuke followed her ascent, she dove down as if to meet him and deliver a frontal attack. She summoned water spikes to join her and distract him from the column of water she was gathering below (which she sincerely hoped would blow Sasuke a couple of miles away from her).

This jutsu is something she found very hard to control though. The last time she did it, a fine spray of water came out. But this is her last chance. Her chakra reserves are running low, which should not have been the case if Sasuke kept his word of staying only an hour.

A foot apart, Hinata redirected her chakra and lost the water spikes. She placed all of her efforts in creating her pillar of water. It rose, three, four, five feet in the air. She was about to cry with exultation as there seems to be not stopping her jutsu now.

It would hit Sasuke!

But… it crashed.

And she was still heading towards Sasuke. Quick thinking made her lash her foot out as a makeshift weapon. Unbelievably, Sasuke stretched out his arms wide open as it to welcome her strike. Hinata’s conscience screamed at her not to execute and she obeyed instantaneously.

When they slammed into each other, her face met his chest and his arms went around her waist. Very convenient. It was if Sasuke planned everything out.

They were free falling just for a couple of seconds before they reached the around.

“Oomph!”

Sasuke’s head bounced off the earth while she was safely cushioned by his body. Their descent and landing was dizzying enough that it took her awhile to get her bearings. As her brained started functioning again, Hinata lifted her torso off Sasuke to survey their damage.

She was unharmed, just a few bruises here and there. Sasuke on the other hand, well, he was lying quit still.

“Sasuke-san?” Hinata asked tentatively, one hand reaching out to check on the pulse of his neck.

He didn’t respond. Frowning, she patted his pale face (is it her or was he starting to turn blue?). Again, nothing. She started to panic.

“Sasuke-san!” She shouted. Her heart began to horribly thump against her ear as her blood rushed through her veins.

Kami-sama. Kami-sama. Kami-sama. Kami-sama. Kami-sama. Kami-sama. Kami-sama. Kami-sama.

“S-sasuke-san!” Her voice came out shrill and tight. She could hardly find the strength to breathe as Sasuke continued to lie still.

There was a pulse, albeit a weak one. He was only unconscious. Hinata is desperately convincing herself that any moment now he is going to wake-up. Or at least start inhaling and exhaling again like any live human being does.

Eyes widening, Hinata’s panic increased ten-fold. It was as if a sadistic gong-player played his instrument right next to her ear when the truth dawned on her: A non-breathing Sasuke equals to a cold blue corpse.

Mouth agape, Hinata couldn’t wrap her head around the impossibility. This is wrong. Sasuke couldn’t have been hurt this much. There is no way that he would die just like that.

Particularly not because of her!!!

Hearing her own thoughts, Hinata kicked herself into action. She took Sasuke by the shoulder and pulled him towards her. After many adjustments, his body finally lay cradled against her arms and chest. Her right hand hovered above his heart. From it, she dispelled healing chakra.

Whatever vestiges of energy she still has left hopefully would be enough to revive him.

Sakura gloomily walked out her room. Likewise gloomily exited out of her home. She didn’t know why Naruto suddenly grew a brain and realized the good sense of leaving her room. They would have been better off if they got caught.

Maybe.

Sakura heaved a heavy breath. Her eyes scoured the streets, all senses extending to determine if there is still that certain blond she—

“Sakura, where are you going?”

She slowly cranked her head to look over her back, towards the awaiting form of her mother, the summoner.

“I’ll be training with my team,” she said and then painfully contorted her face into an innocent smile. When her mom paused thoughtfully (maybe to assess whether to implode or to go after her through and/or Naruto’s throat), escaping and taking flight to the rooftop crossed her mind.

This she would have been able to perfectly execute if not for this ominous feeling coming in front of her. Sakura whipped her head forward and readied herself for an attack, only to see her father gliding to her direction, legs barely moving, feet barely touching the ground. Yes, if you are thinking “like a ghost”, then that would have been a very apt description.

“Training again with Naruto today, huh?” he asked when he came face-to-face with her.

Sakura pressed her lips together, the beginnings of annoyance stirring up inside her.

“I will be training with the whole team—Kakashi-sensei, Sasuke and Naruto,” She paraphrased in a hard voice.

Her mother clucked her tongue. She closed the distance between and placed both hands on Sakura’s shoulders.

“There is something that you need to know about that Uzumaki boy, Sakura,” She bowed her head for a dramatic effect, lifted it and stared deeply into her eyes.

“The Uzumaki boy seems to have taken a liking to you and you—“

Sakura’s father coughed loudly. “Don’t go putting ideas in her head, honey.” He placed a hand on top of her head and continued, “Boys who like girls, they…” he coughed again before resuming. The trail of his thoughts wasn’t hard to follow and Sakura, never being the one slow to catch up, grew redder by the second.

“They like being close to girls—ah, touch them…”

“He might try kissing you,” her mother contributed.

“Or get you to come alone in a secluded place with him,” her father hastily added. “He might do things to you!”

Having heard enough, Sakura covered her ears and screamed, “STOP!” She glared at both her parents and pushed her way out of the crowded corner they enclosed her in.

“I don’t think it would be necessary for you to give me this lecture,” she announced, putting it as nicely as she could.

“Oh, my God,” her mother exclaimed, eyes round. Likewise, her father looked aghast, jaws hanging in disbelief.

“What do you mean, you don’t need it?” her father thundered.

“Are you doing him?” her mother asked shrilly.

“When has this started?”

“Where you forced to do it with him?”

“Do you think we can use your sensei as witness?”

“I should have him castrated!”

“We shall convince the Hokage to marry him off to a different girl!”

Her parents suddenly reared back, as if both struck by an idea too hard to ignore. Sakura could only think of the worst.

“You are a genius, honey!” Sakura’s father jubilantly rejoiced.

Joining forces with her mother, they both turned to her and declared, “We shall marry you off!”

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The P.S.

I have not written on this fic for so long that I took a while to revisit some of the chapters. Hehehe. I personally couldn’t believe some of the contents that I have written here.

Ahem. With that being said, I think I need to revise it and get some of the too kinky things out.

Let me know what you think.