Love Fool
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Naruto › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,328
Reviews:
44
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0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
With Me Tonight
A/N: This chapter turned up slightly shorter than usual, but I believe it makes up for that in its emotional depth. You should grab a tissue.
Love Fool
Chapter Three; With Me Tonight
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Just let me make some time to take it back a little
The way you smile shines the heavens above me
I’m never gonna let you go,
I want you all the time
I’ve gotta prove you can trust me.
A clean slate, one more day further away.
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His eyes followed the curve of her cream-colored thigh, right to where they disappeared into the leg holes of his rolled up boxers. She had slithered from their bed and stayed in those clothes all day, braless in her spaghetti strap tank with effortlessly sexy bed hair. He couldn’t put his finger on what was different about her.
“Sakura,” her name was like silk in his mouth, falling off his tongue in a purr.
“Mmm?” She was busy washing dishes at the sink and he caught the playful hip waggle as she hummed a tune he would never know the name of.
“You’re happy about something,” he answered simply.
Her scrubbing paused, only for a second, and then she continued.
“What don’t I have to be happy about?” The kunoichi let a grin form on her face, tossing a flirtatious green stare over her shoulder.
Sasuke got up from his seat on the edge of the unkempt bed, coming up behind the girl and pressing her into the counter. His lips nuzzled the skin behind her ear and her breathing hitched, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers gripped her hips.
“You drive me crazy,” he groaned, settling his chin on her shoulder.
They stood pressed together as seconds turned to minutes, Sakura with a heavy weight of guilt on one shoulder and the weight of the man she was supposed to love on the other. The Uchiha’s eyes drifted to the nape of her neck, gaze lingering on what seemed to be a fresh puncture mark.
“I want you here to greet me when I come home,” he mumbled suddenly, cutting through her felonious thoughts.
“Where are you going?” She had said it quicker than she meant to.
“I’ve been ordered to join that Hyuuga girl’s group…their one day mission has turned into something a little bit more difficult. I’ll be gone a week at the longest.”
Sakura nodded. A million things flooded her mind, and she mentally cursed herself for letting Naruto be at the top of the list. Her eyes searched the murky sink water for the words she usually said during these moments but came up short.
“I’ll miss you,” she whispered, leaning back against his steady frame. Whether it was the truth or not, she knew she would only want him there to guarantee she’d never stray from him again. Her heart wavered.
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At dusk she left their apartment. She had waited hours until after Sasuke had departed to take a walk so that her mind could wander. Garbed in her usual training outfit she meandered the familiar streets of Konohagakure; the idea of being alone for a week bothered her, especially when Hinata was gone too. As she turned a corner she shot a quick glance towards Ichiraku Ramen, just to be sure a certain blonde was absent from the stools. Thankfully he was nowhere in sight. Her footing paused. Was she actually wary of being near him? Surely she could control herself. Sakura shook her head and quickened her pace, nearly blazing by the ramen stall.
Before the kunoichi knew it, the sky was a deep violet and she found herself at the training grounds. It was unusually empty. This place…
“Has it really been that long?” She asked to no one, her brows screwed up in profound confusion.
These grounds held memories she was sure happened only yesterday. When everyone was still young and naïve and so full of innocence that all that mattered was their friendships. Now she stood in the exact spot she had stood years ago, in a relationship with the boy she thought she’d never have and flirting dangerously in an affair with a boy that still had a hold on her heart.
“Feeling nostalgic?”
Goddamnit. Her fists clenched; she would never catch a break.
“For disaster? No, I can’t say I am,” she turned to meet his intense blue gaze, those emerald eyes just as formidable. “I suppose you’re following me now that you know Sasuke is gone. This is not a game, Naru--”
“I would never call it a game, or anything equally as trivial.” He took a step towards her and she took a step back.
“Then what is this? Why are you here?” Her voice cracked and she had to swallow to steady herself; Sakura was not going to cry, not this time.
His eyes traced every part of her. The curve of her cheek, her slim waist, those strong legs…before he came back to the eyes that he wanted to stare into for the rest of his life. Naruto took another step towards her and she mimicked the opposite until she was running backwards and he was chasing her. The kunoichi cursed as she tripped, falling onto the grass ass first with a hiss of pain. In less than a second he was on the ground, grabbing her shoulders and pulling the girl towards him while she tried her hardest to keep him away.
“Stop it, Naruto! You can’t keep doing this!” She screamed and kicked and scratched and fought, but he was stronger and she wasn’t concentrating like she was supposed to. “I’m not some doll you can pick up and play with whenever you want!”
He was gripping her harder than he meant to, shaking her, unable to stop even when the tears began to fall from her eyes unwillingly. They were wrestling for dominance and Sakura’s actions were halfhearted.
“Please…” she was sobbing, “I can’t, Naruto, please…”
They sat facing each other, the kunoichi whimpering while Naruto watched with a confused gaze that soon turned to anger.
“How could you think this is all some game!?” He growled, shaking her petite frame in frustration. She shook her head, lips moving with no words leaving them. The tears rolled past her cheeks, leaving tiny puddles as they hit her thighs.
“Sakura!” The blonde grabbed her face and made the girl look at him, but was suddenly at a loss for words.
“I miss how it used to be,” she said softly, her lower lip trembling, “I miss how we used to be. I miss my best friend.” The smile she offered him was sad, her shoulders sagging dejectedly in a way that pulled on every single one of his heart strings.
Tenderly he gathered her into his arms like a child. His animosity melted away the moment she was cradled in his lap. With her head nestled underneath his chin, he let her sob until there were no tears left. When his eyes finally opened, he found the violet sky had faded to cobalt. Sakura’s cries had quieted.
“Just for this week,” he began softly, “can it just be us? Can I pretend that you’re mine, Sakura?”
She had told herself this was something she would never do again. The kunoichi knew what could happen if someone found them like this. Above all Sakura could not forget the two people who would never find out about the things they had done and were about to do. For the next seven days the only thing that mattered was Naruto.
Swallowing down whatever tears were left, she pulled back and answered him the only way she could manage. Her kiss was welcomed wholeheartedly.
With their pinkies hooked together, they walked side by side all the way back to her apartment, stuck in their own little world of yesterday.
Seven days and counting.
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A/N: I don’t know when I became so emotional. I cried when I wrote this. It really tore me up, even though I was the one writing it. The next chapter might be a flashback of what happened before Naruto left on the multiple month-long mission, but I haven’t decided yet. I suppose you’ll find out when I put it up.
Much love,
Usagi
Love Fool
Chapter Three; With Me Tonight
------
Just let me make some time to take it back a little
The way you smile shines the heavens above me
I’m never gonna let you go,
I want you all the time
I’ve gotta prove you can trust me.
A clean slate, one more day further away.
------
His eyes followed the curve of her cream-colored thigh, right to where they disappeared into the leg holes of his rolled up boxers. She had slithered from their bed and stayed in those clothes all day, braless in her spaghetti strap tank with effortlessly sexy bed hair. He couldn’t put his finger on what was different about her.
“Sakura,” her name was like silk in his mouth, falling off his tongue in a purr.
“Mmm?” She was busy washing dishes at the sink and he caught the playful hip waggle as she hummed a tune he would never know the name of.
“You’re happy about something,” he answered simply.
Her scrubbing paused, only for a second, and then she continued.
“What don’t I have to be happy about?” The kunoichi let a grin form on her face, tossing a flirtatious green stare over her shoulder.
Sasuke got up from his seat on the edge of the unkempt bed, coming up behind the girl and pressing her into the counter. His lips nuzzled the skin behind her ear and her breathing hitched, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers gripped her hips.
“You drive me crazy,” he groaned, settling his chin on her shoulder.
They stood pressed together as seconds turned to minutes, Sakura with a heavy weight of guilt on one shoulder and the weight of the man she was supposed to love on the other. The Uchiha’s eyes drifted to the nape of her neck, gaze lingering on what seemed to be a fresh puncture mark.
“I want you here to greet me when I come home,” he mumbled suddenly, cutting through her felonious thoughts.
“Where are you going?” She had said it quicker than she meant to.
“I’ve been ordered to join that Hyuuga girl’s group…their one day mission has turned into something a little bit more difficult. I’ll be gone a week at the longest.”
Sakura nodded. A million things flooded her mind, and she mentally cursed herself for letting Naruto be at the top of the list. Her eyes searched the murky sink water for the words she usually said during these moments but came up short.
“I’ll miss you,” she whispered, leaning back against his steady frame. Whether it was the truth or not, she knew she would only want him there to guarantee she’d never stray from him again. Her heart wavered.
------
At dusk she left their apartment. She had waited hours until after Sasuke had departed to take a walk so that her mind could wander. Garbed in her usual training outfit she meandered the familiar streets of Konohagakure; the idea of being alone for a week bothered her, especially when Hinata was gone too. As she turned a corner she shot a quick glance towards Ichiraku Ramen, just to be sure a certain blonde was absent from the stools. Thankfully he was nowhere in sight. Her footing paused. Was she actually wary of being near him? Surely she could control herself. Sakura shook her head and quickened her pace, nearly blazing by the ramen stall.
Before the kunoichi knew it, the sky was a deep violet and she found herself at the training grounds. It was unusually empty. This place…
“Has it really been that long?” She asked to no one, her brows screwed up in profound confusion.
These grounds held memories she was sure happened only yesterday. When everyone was still young and naïve and so full of innocence that all that mattered was their friendships. Now she stood in the exact spot she had stood years ago, in a relationship with the boy she thought she’d never have and flirting dangerously in an affair with a boy that still had a hold on her heart.
“Feeling nostalgic?”
Goddamnit. Her fists clenched; she would never catch a break.
“For disaster? No, I can’t say I am,” she turned to meet his intense blue gaze, those emerald eyes just as formidable. “I suppose you’re following me now that you know Sasuke is gone. This is not a game, Naru--”
“I would never call it a game, or anything equally as trivial.” He took a step towards her and she took a step back.
“Then what is this? Why are you here?” Her voice cracked and she had to swallow to steady herself; Sakura was not going to cry, not this time.
His eyes traced every part of her. The curve of her cheek, her slim waist, those strong legs…before he came back to the eyes that he wanted to stare into for the rest of his life. Naruto took another step towards her and she mimicked the opposite until she was running backwards and he was chasing her. The kunoichi cursed as she tripped, falling onto the grass ass first with a hiss of pain. In less than a second he was on the ground, grabbing her shoulders and pulling the girl towards him while she tried her hardest to keep him away.
“Stop it, Naruto! You can’t keep doing this!” She screamed and kicked and scratched and fought, but he was stronger and she wasn’t concentrating like she was supposed to. “I’m not some doll you can pick up and play with whenever you want!”
He was gripping her harder than he meant to, shaking her, unable to stop even when the tears began to fall from her eyes unwillingly. They were wrestling for dominance and Sakura’s actions were halfhearted.
“Please…” she was sobbing, “I can’t, Naruto, please…”
They sat facing each other, the kunoichi whimpering while Naruto watched with a confused gaze that soon turned to anger.
“How could you think this is all some game!?” He growled, shaking her petite frame in frustration. She shook her head, lips moving with no words leaving them. The tears rolled past her cheeks, leaving tiny puddles as they hit her thighs.
“Sakura!” The blonde grabbed her face and made the girl look at him, but was suddenly at a loss for words.
“I miss how it used to be,” she said softly, her lower lip trembling, “I miss how we used to be. I miss my best friend.” The smile she offered him was sad, her shoulders sagging dejectedly in a way that pulled on every single one of his heart strings.
Tenderly he gathered her into his arms like a child. His animosity melted away the moment she was cradled in his lap. With her head nestled underneath his chin, he let her sob until there were no tears left. When his eyes finally opened, he found the violet sky had faded to cobalt. Sakura’s cries had quieted.
“Just for this week,” he began softly, “can it just be us? Can I pretend that you’re mine, Sakura?”
She had told herself this was something she would never do again. The kunoichi knew what could happen if someone found them like this. Above all Sakura could not forget the two people who would never find out about the things they had done and were about to do. For the next seven days the only thing that mattered was Naruto.
Swallowing down whatever tears were left, she pulled back and answered him the only way she could manage. Her kiss was welcomed wholeheartedly.
With their pinkies hooked together, they walked side by side all the way back to her apartment, stuck in their own little world of yesterday.
Seven days and counting.
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A/N: I don’t know when I became so emotional. I cried when I wrote this. It really tore me up, even though I was the one writing it. The next chapter might be a flashback of what happened before Naruto left on the multiple month-long mission, but I haven’t decided yet. I suppose you’ll find out when I put it up.
Much love,
Usagi