Sassychan

Author’s Notes:
One thing that I would like to give advice on: Don’t EVER join a revenue generating campaign. The money does not compensate enough for the time that you might have used for something else useful. Like updating your beloved fic.

DISCLAIMER:
I do not own (still) Naruto.

Sassychan
By Boyarina

Chapter 29: The Ally


Kabuto slipped into Sakura’s mind like a thief expecting to be caught red-handed. True enough, when the blackness of the portal from where he came from cleared, he came face to face with Sakura and… her twin? He blinked rapidly as he tried to clear the vision away. The two Sakuras remained where they were, however, staring at him malevolently. Again, in an effort to make sure he was not seeing doubles, Kabuto rubbed the back of his hand against his eyes and looked again.

They were still there. The two Sakuras. The one on the right whispered something to the other one on the left who then nodded solemnly in agreement. Their eyes never left him as they conversed in low tones, no doubt plotting his very demise.

“Aren’t you supposed to be dead, Kabuto-san?” asked the Sakura on the left.

Kabuto raised his hands up in a disarming gesture. But despite this, the two Sakuras started. Their hands fisted as they took a pose that suggested they were ready to attack.

“I came for a mission,” he said calmly. He wanted to say more, however, the two Sakuras got twitchy and without much ado, launched their attack at him. They punctuated every blow that they delivered with snarls of “For Sasuke!”, “For Naruto!”, “For me!”, “You stupid fart!” Kabuto had never fought Sakura before (not that he was truly fighting her now) and he was quite surprised at how much force she packed in her punches. She was an impressive kunoichi. Her movements were very tight and controlled. He was expecting that his encounter with her would be brutal, her, but somewhat short.

This meeting with her, much to his dismay, was taking too long for his liking. The two Sakuras were determinedly twisting, spinning, kicking and punching in all direction. Kabuto could sense that she was deliberately moving haphazardly in order to give him little chance to retaliate. However, he, contrary to what she was thinking, was not going to go on offensive. This was the major flaw in her judgment that he was going to take advantage of in order to accomplish sending her the chakra of the ally.

Relying on the Savior chakra stored in him, Kabuto willed his corporeal body to sprout several extra pair of hands. Sakura didn’t seem worried by his additional arms even though he was waving them quite menacingly. She charged at him with the same rigor as before, limbs poised to deliver a deadly attack. They fainted left. They fainted right. When they were about an inch from him, they broke ranks and parted. Then, one sent a flying right hook to his temple. With the extra pair of hands aiding him, it would have come as a surprise to him if he had not been able to catch her blow. As it was, he easily grabbed hold of her wrist and forearm before it came in contact with his head. She struggled to escape, all the while lashing at him with her free arm and leg. The other Sakura, upon seeing that her partner-in-crime was caught in a trap, came to her rescue. The free Sakura wrapped her arms around the waist of the trapped Sakura and pulled. Kabuto held fast as he reached out with his additional hands to capture the free Sakura.

The free Sakura quickly drew back and phased right out of his sight. Seconds later, she reappeared behind him, bearing another barrage of attack. Kabuto willed for more extra pair of hands. The instant his new limbs materialized, Kabuto used his existing pair of hands to completely immobilize the Sakura he already had trapped and used his new pair of limbs to take care of the free Sakura.

Kabuto has to use his real hands to reach within him and take out the chakra of the ally. While his excess pair of hands kept free Sakura busy, he worked on getting the ally chakra out of his body and into the Sakura he had imprisoned in his hands. He plunged his hand into his abdomen. It was no trick of the eye; the deed he had done was so excruciatingly painful, he as hard pressed not to squeeze his eyes shut and scream.

“Let go of me, you stupid fucking fart!” Trapped Sakura bellowed.

Jolted to the awareness of what he was supposed to be doing, Kabuto summoned the chakra to the palm of his hand and heaved it out into the open air. The chakra glowed white, softly at first, then blinded them with a burst of brightness. When Kabuto got his sight back, he found himself sitting on his rump. Much to his surprise, the Sakura whom he was holding an arm’s length away from him earlier in the fray was now slumped on his lap with her head turned towards him.

She was unconscious. The second one was gone.

He debated on whether to wake her up or not. He hovered his hand on top of her limp form but let it fall back to his side. He wasn’t sure if the ally chakra was already inside of her. If he woke her up now without the chakra of the ally in her, they would be right back to square one. You see, the chakra of each of Sasuke’s guardians (the Savior, the Ally and the Protector) prevents animosity to rise amongst the guardians, thus ensuring that they would work together to whatever end they have to face. Kabuto has to be sure that Sakura has the chakra of the Ally embedded in her because if they start fighting again, he might end up hurting her.

Apart from Tsunade, Haruno Sakura was the most sensible choice for an ally. He would rather not loose his chances with her.

His legs were starting to fall asleep. Sakura’s weight was blocking the proper flow of blood to and fro his limbs. Despite this, he has qualms about shifting and moving Sakura until he has a definite sign that the chakra in her. As for the sign, he does not know exactly what it was, He was pretty sure, however, that something would manifest itself in time, if not sooner.

Kabuto absently scratched his nose as he waited for something miraculous to happen. Or, at the very least, the appearance of one certain granny who has been the root of all his additional troubles. He simply wanted to Sasuke-chan get out of Otokagure in the first place. He was just Kabuto then—Kabuto, the handsome healer. But now, he has to be Kabuto, the handsome healer, Savior extraordinaire. Ever since he has transformed into this persona, he had found life and women, in general, to be quite bothersome.

“And they say all good-looking people get all the breaks. What about me?” Kabuto complained to the nothingness around him.

A derisive snort answered him. It was not exactly the reply he was looking for. He wasn’t expecting at all, really, but then again, this might just be the sign he has been waiting to happen. Though it lacks the promise of a future harmonious relationship between him and the snort-er (who was none other than Sakura), it was still a start of something better compared to their initial meeting. For one, she was no longer out to slit his throat or deprive him of any of his good body parts. His deductive reasoning told him that this is therefore, a very good sign.

“Was there something wrong with what I have said?” Kabuto asked his companion politely. Though some may have thought that his companion, Sakura, rude, he still forced himself to be solicitous to her. All things considered, she, him and the protector would have be the best of friends once they have reached the climax brought about by Sasuke’s curse.

“I just thought it is real funny that I’m lying on our worst enemy’s lap while he fancies himself to be one gorgeous hunk.”

Kabuto got slightly affronted by Sakura’s reply. For the record, he doesn’t just FANCY himself to be a hunk; he WAS a hunk.

“If you would just open your eyes, Haruno-san, I honestly believe that you would change your opinion on the matter.”

“Not likely”, she scoffed softly (which he, nevertheless, heard anyway). In a louder voice, she said, “What the hell is going on?”

Kabuto could take approximately about two slurs to his person before he becomes officially miffed. Considering, however, that it seemed like Sakura has the ally chakra residing inside her (one proof was she was longer bent in killing him), he forcibly extended his patience a little more. No, he was not particularly happy with the idea, but the savior chakra in him was dictating that he play nice. Its leash on his anger towards any transgression Sakura made on him was short and tight, ergo he could only go as far as be irked with her.

“I think you’ll be very happy to know that from this moment on, I am in allegiance with you,” he answered in a rather grand tone. Back in medieval times, anyone who receives this kind of announcement nearly always becomes ecstatic. But apparently, this does not apply to the present tie or to Sakura. After he uttered his words, she bolted upright; shocked and in total disbelief.

“No. Way.”

“Is it such a bad thing to have me on your side?”

Sakura crossed her arms. “Most definitely.”

“Hmmm.” Kabuto took off his glasses and began cleaning them. “That’s tough. You just have to deal with it though. You’ve got the chakra of the ally now.”

“The what?” She asked with her brows creased together.

“You’ve got the ally chakra. I’ve got the savior chakra. A third person will receive the protector chakra. We are going to Sasuke’s guardians—help her with her transition to a full pledged female.”

“The ally chakra? The savior and protector chakra? Whose balls ass are you fooling? You are not making much sense to me, Kabuto. I’d probably better off clobbering you once again than listening to you yakking.”

“Give it your best shot.” Kabuto returned casually. He knew Sakura wouldn’t be able to do it anyway.

Sakura moved to lunge an attack at him. He fully expected that her progress would be obstructed by an invisible force the second she covered half an inch of space from her position. He didn’t even bother to defend himself and simply waited for Sakura’s outraged reaction once she becomes frozen in her tracks.

Kabuto realized his mistake all too late. His eyes widened at the still-charging-her-way-to-him-Sakura. The only move left for him to do it seemed was to slump backwards at precisely the right instant and immediately roll away to prevent himself from sustaining any damages.

The anticipated time whence he could execute his escape came. Just as Kabuto inclined his body backwards, he caught a glimpse of Sakura’s body angling impossibly in mid-air as she drove her attack to him. She was heading right towards him; his escape route was tracked and he has nowhere to go.

“You will pay—omph!”

You can laugh, but the thing that happened next was an event that Kabuto had never thought about because for the past twenty or so year of his life, he has yet to experience it again.

Sakura ended up HUGGING him. No, scratch that. Let us give it more details so you could picture it more clearly in your heads.

Sakura was on TOP OF HIM, arms wrapped around his neck, breasts pressed against his chest-- EMBRACING him like they were lovers. She was warm to the touch; her skin so meltingly soft, Kabuto felt like he was going to start having seizures form the sweetness of it all.

Or maybe start groping Sakura to feel her womanly curves.

“Why. Am. I. Hugging. You?!” Sakura asked, stressing each word that came out of her mouth.

Kabuto shrugged. “You tell me.”

“Shut up”, she growled in response as she yanked herself backwards to no avail. Her arms had her locked in place. Probably realizing that she might get somewhere by tackling he problem from the very root of it, Sakura labored to untangle her arms from each other and from his neck. Kabuto remained still while she worked herself free and tried to refrain from commenting on the lack of her progress.

Approximately 20 seconds of futile attempts with nary a result, Sakura screamed.

“Why can’t I get off you?! And don’t you dare say ‘you tell me’!”

Kabuto grinned cheekily. “Well. Since you have taken that option away form me, let me just suggest this. Acknowledge your position as Sasuke’s ally and swear that you won’t attack me. That should get you your freedom.”

Sakura pulled her head back and stared at him with a scowl in her face. “You sneaky conniving rat. Can’t you just tell me what the hell you have done to me?”

“Haruno-san, why am I not getting through you?” Kabuto intoned, a bit irritated now. “Didn’t I make myself plain enough that you and I are in the same team? That you and I both are going to help Sasuke so she would end up having a family with a man instead of a girl?”

Sakura opened her mouth to bring forth a rebuttal that would have started a whole round of fresh arguments between them. The only thing was it was merely air that whooshed out of her lips. Sakura’s eyes widened as though she was shocked by this turn of events. She worked her jaws up and down; forcing her tongue and her lips to form the necessary words she wanted to say. From what it seemed, her arguments were being blocked by the ally chakra.

Zilch. Nada. Not even a squeak of objection, for which Kabuto felt mighty good about. Thanks to the chakra she had in her, they were finally getting somewhere.

“I think, Haruno-san, it would be better if you just believe me and help me help Sasuke.”

Sakura made to move her head to the side in an effort to likely shake her head. Kabuto couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction when Sakura’s intention to disagree with him turned into the provision of her consent to his words.

She nodded.

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The P.S.
I do apologize if I hadn’t been able to get back to you people who have emailed me…truly! My deepest apologies. I had been thrown from doing quality assurance work to training and back to quality assurance again. I don’t know what I am for anymore.

Thanks for waiting for this chapter to come out. I know it’s not something really good. It ain’t funny either. Me and the next chapter will try to make up for it.

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