Authorâs Note:The first day of SasuSaku month?! Yeah, Iâve been working my fingers to the bone to get this out tonight. Surprise! Summer has officially ended for me, so this will be my last chapter for a few months as I get back into the swing of teaching. So saddddâŚ. BUT I typed 12 pages for you guys and typed two chapters worth in one. And itâs a good one ;) Have a good rest of the summer. OUT. Â
Previous Chapters:Â 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24
Chapter 25: Without a Heart
Speaking with Satou was one of the most difficult things Sakura had ever done. Satou was angry at the world; angry at his Kazekage for involving their village in the war, angry at Konoha because of their relationship with Suna; angry at Sakura for not having been able to see his wife before she died and save her life. Everything Isao had told her about his father was true. Satou blamed everyone he could and detested his only child because of the constant memory he represented of Rina.
The manâs eyes had turned glassy once as he screamed and pointed a finger at the Kazekage who remained emotionless. But then Isao walked down the stairs, already ducking his head and cringing at his fatherâs voice. When Satou made eye contact with his son, the tears vanished, and he shot out of his seat and glared icily at the boy. âYouââ he began, but then Gaara stood, reminding Satou of his presence.
The Kazekage decided that it would be best if Satou was removed from the childrenâs mental health clinic. He was sent across the street to the hospital where Sakura felt like it would be beneficial for the man to be attended to. Sakura was starting to realize that maybe children werenât the only ones that benefited from a mental health clinic. How was there supposed to be hope for the next generation if the previous one passed on their grievance to their children?
She expressed this concern to Gaara as they walked together towards the Sunagakure entrance. The Kazekage had received the news about Isao from Kankuro before his brother left and when hearing that Satou had returned, Gaara knew he would most likely be seeking out the child. Gaara hadnât been a moment too late when he, too, decided to make a trip to the childrenâs clinic. After reasoning with Satou, Gaara turned to Sakura and expressed his desire to take her to watch the sunsetâsomething Kankuro had told him their guest had yet to do for herself. The Kazekage felt like the event would be a good respite for the both of them.
âTo assume that peace would be enough for this generation has been our error in thinking,â Gaara responded thoughtfully, âHowever, peace has always been the ultimate goal to prevent more pain in the future. It will have to be enough for them.â
Sakura contemplated his response for a minute as they strode down the main street towards the western exit of the village. The ninja of the last war fought for this dream, but when a few took account of their losses and sacrifices, some believed that very dream to be a lie now that they suffered personally from unhappiness. Satou was not the first that Sakura had encountered to feel this way, but he was the only person that Sakura knew of to be taking it out on his own child, which in turn, without help might be damaged himself and angry later on. The steps that Sakura had already taken towards this epidemic were the right ones, but what more could she be doing now that she knew there was moreto do?
âIt has been an inaccuracy,â she agreed as Gaara peered over at her change in facial expressions, âto think that only children could suffer. What if we included adults in our mental health program too?â
Gaaraâs eyes tightened a fraction in thought as he considered her words, so she added, âIt would be harder, but maybe somebody could help these people.â
Without even a second of hesitation, the sand-wielder commented, âSomebody like Naruto.â
Naruto. Somebody like Naruto who could reach down into someoneâs soul and find the light there. Naruto, who had a permanent effect on everyone who he came in contact with. Naruto Uzumaki had been able to stir the hearts of Zabuza, Nagato, and Obito, inspiring them to fight for his dream. He was the ninja who never gave up on his friend and brought Sasuke back from the darkness. Even this very Kage, who walked casually beside her, had once been considered a demon before Naruto had gotten to him.
âLike youLord Kazekage.â Gaaraâs expression of shock was what made Sakura giggle. Gaara had not been expecting anyone to ever compare him to the ninja he admired most.
He didnât say anything, so Sakura decided to elaborate as they finally reached the canyon opening at the back of the village. âYou remind me of him a lot, actually. Whenever you lead us to war after your speech, I had thought at the time that not even Naruto could have inspired so many people at one time. You have a gift.â
She could see that the words moved Gaara. His face lightened slightly as he nodded a thanks in her direction.
When the two of them finally made it through the rocky break in the walls, Sakura stopped dead on her feet at the long-awaited sight. The sunset was just how Kankuro had said it would be: absolutely beautiful. The sand dunes were high in the horizon, a dark, uneven backdrop for the sun to fall behind. The sun was currently balanced on the knifeâs edge of the farthest peak, trailing a woven blanket of every color of orange behind it.
âOh wow,â Sakura exclaimed as soon as she stepped out of the shadow and the auburn light illuminated her features. As she said it, Sakura began to hover suddenly as Gaara summoned up the sand at their feet, a compact disc suddenly materializing beneath them. Sakura had never been afraid of heights before, but when the floor shifted, her stomach almost came up her throat. Before she could even ask what was going on, Gaara was stepping off the sand cloud and onto the lowest of the two ridges of the jagged end of the north-west wall. The kunoichi tailed him quickly as the sand began to crumble, and Gaara walked ahead of her like he wasnât quite aware of how unusual it was to fly people around on sand.
âYou do this often?â Sakura called out as the sand platform blew away in the wind and she stood staring out at the vast expanse of desert that rolled in amber waves before her. She had never been this high up in her lifetime. Sakura felt like she was on top of the world as the evening breeze ruffled her hair and she turned to look over the tops of the stucco houses belonging to Suna.
âSometimes when I need to get away and think, I come up here,â he announced, taking a seat a little down from where she stood, an arm propped on his knee as he too gazed out at the place that shared his name sake âGaara of the Desert.â Even though Gaara was the Kazekage and had an official office, Sakura suddenly realized that she was beholding at a king who was sitting on his real throne. Sakura took that as her cue to do the same, so she plopped down too, choosing to dangle her legs over the edge of this giant seat.
âThanks for bringing me up here,â she said after a second, realizing suddenly that he might not share this with many people.
Gaara offered her a small grin, âI never got to really thank you for what you did for my brother; what your team did for me.â
Ah. So that was it. When the Akatsuki came and abducted Gaara, Kankuro had been attacked and poisoned by Sasori. After developing an antidote that saved Kankuroâs life, Sakura had joined the rest of her team to help rescue the Kazekage. Even though Chiyo had been the one to technically revive Gaara by giving him her life, it seemed that the Kazekage still felt indebted to Team 7 and other leaf shinobi involved. That was why Gaara was being especially kind during this visit.
Sakura had seen Gaara several times before over the last couple of years and had met mostly with him during conferences or when he was around several advisors and council members. The last time she had convened with only him and his siblings, it was because Gaara had concerns about Sasuke (or rather unbeknownst to them at the time, it was actually a double of Sasuke.) Sakura supposed this was why she met with Gaaraâs official and down-to-business persona more often than this normal, approachable version of him. It was so strange, Sakura thought as she observed the ninja a few feet away from her, how this leader with a heart had once been the monster Sakura had stared in the face as she stood guard over Sasuke. How different he was now in contrast to who he used to be. The Kazekage had a bigger love for this village now than he had ever possessed in hatred, and it was a vision that gave Sakura hope for her own goal to restore happiness to this generation and the one before. If Gaara and Sasuke could come back from such darkness, why couldnât everyone else?
âYouâre a friend,â Sakura told him, âand to be honest,â she confessed, âNaruto considers you one of his closest companions and your support of him and our village has been payback enough.â
And then Sakura told him about Naruto, how he was doing, what he had been up to recently, and what he was doing currently. Of course, Sakura couldnât contain the news that had only been recently shared with Sakura, herself. Gaara was surprised and overjoyed to hear about the new member that Naruto and Hinata would soon welcome to their family.
And then the Kazekage admitted something to her that he had been thinking about doing in regards to family. âI wouldnât be against adoption, myself. Itâs something new I am considering.â
âReally?â Sakura beamed, delighted too for this man who would make any child an excellent father figure despite having a bad past with his own.
âThe childrenâs clinic has had its own impact on me, you could say.â
Sakura smiled again at such a compliment and the Kazekage added rapidly, âI think Iâll wait a while yet to make an official decision. Something that big needs a lot of thought.â
Sakura couldnât help but agree. Gaara was the Kazekage after all, and a very young one at that. His responsibilities grew by day and a child would definitely complicate things. Sakura also imagined that the council probably pressured him when it came to marriage and other long-term commitments. Everything would probably be filtered through his advisors, first.
Sakura sighed, thinking of her own future. She was on such unlevel ground with Sasuke, who knew if she would ever marry or have children with the love of her life. If not with him, would she ever find that sort of happiness with someone that lead to building a family? She had told Sasuke she wouldnât move on, and maybe in her heart, she never would. If this was to be her outcome, then she could always adopt like Gaara. Maybe someone like Isao, who needed a mother desperately in their life, would be the child to make Sakura a mother.
It seemed Gaaraâs main purpose of visiting was because he needed to talk to her about some intel, because he announced to her, âIâm afraid Iâll be rather occupied during the next few days; Kankuro too. We have had some trouble along the border between Sunagakure and the neighboring counties.â
Sakuraâs ears pricked, and her eyes widened at the information. Her thoughts immediately jumped to Sasuke, who she imagined to be in the desert surrounding Suna this very minute. What if something had happened? Before her overanalytical brain could begin creating imaginary scenarios, Sakura asked, âWhat sort of trouble?â
He clarified by saying, âRumors mostly about travelers. A few have been stirring up trouble as they pass through local towns. Kankuro has gone to investigate these reports.â
Sakura sincerely hoped this had nothing to do with the masked ninja that had attacked her and Sasuke during their passage through Tanigakure. She quickly relayed the story to Gaara, recalling all the details as if it had only occurred yesterday. The Kazekage listened patiently and even asked her to illustrate the strangers several times so he could commit the description to memory.
âI should have mentioned it earlier,â she apologized once she finished conveying the distressing event.
âIâm just glad you did,â the Kazekage solaced positively. âIâll inform Kankuro immediately.â
⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠.
Sasuke Uchiha had been stuck in that damn core dimension for three nights straight. After his failed attempt to circumvent it completely by transporting directly to Kaguyaâs connected sand dimension, Sasuke had spent the night laying on his back in the dirt. As he rested immobilized in the sand, Sasuke remembered how Kakashi used to get physically after overusing his sharingan; his former sensei, not being an Uchiha, would be bedridden for days as the result of depleted chakra levels. Sasuke knew that the same thing was happening to him. According to Hogoromo, Sasuke was the reincarnation of Indra, and an Uchiha at that, and was therefore a natural candidate for the Rinnegan once Hogoromoâs chakra had been introduced. In other words, it wasnât an issue of heritage that was causing this fatigue, but he knew it was similar to Kakashiâs situation in the matter that Sasuke was overusing a power that had not once belonged to him. More simply, it was like overusing the Mangekyo once gained; that is until one achieved the Eternal Mangekyo Sharingan through transplant of a relativeâs eyes and then no longer experienced the negative side effects.
In any case, Sasuke hadnât been able to hardly move the first night after the attempt and had contemplated just how he would be able to achieve the next step in this dimension traveling process. First, he desperately needed more chakra. Granted, he had never been able to do what he had done before, and Sasuke believed that his theory of being in the dimensionâs double (the desert) was what had made summoning its portal even possible. He needed more chakra; had to have it despite his efforts around it. It was the only way to pull this off.
On the second and third nights, Sasuke had managed to walk over and find a small incline of rock and took shelter under the ledge while he rested. Sasuke had thought that if he recovered quickly enough, he might try teleporting to the sand dimension a second time at the same spot where the rift in time-space might be weaker now. Maybe thatwas his next step. But when the next morning came, and Sasuke could manage heavy walking, he found himself stumbling slowly across the vast red dune dimension in the opposite directionâback south towards Sunagakure. While his body worked up enough chakra to teleport back into his own realm, Sasuke had decided to hike the distance in this dimension, so that when he teleported, he wouldnât have much travel time left towards the village.
Sasuke didnât admit to himself at first that it was his reoccurring thoughts of Sakura that had him calling it quits early. The Uchiha had dreamt another delusion again where Sakura needed his protection from an unknown enemy and when Sasuke woke, he had reasoned with himself that it was all imaginary and there was no need to worry. Regardless, Sasuke found himself on his feet soon afterwards. He knew without a doubt that his female companion was more than capable of taking care of herself and was probably focused on her own work without a second thought about him, but his worry still persisted. Sasuke felt that he at least needed to check on her just to make sure that she was being careful, cautious, and of course, not overworking herself. Naruto and Kakashi would want him to while she was in his care, right?
What Sasuke also told himself as he neared the end of his journey, was that he needed time to contemplate his current issue with chakra reserves and recover completely anyway. Maybe Sakura could advise him in this entire situation, being one of the worldâs leading experts in medical science.
When the tomoes finally reappeared on his Rinnegan, Sasuke breathed in and ripped a hole in space, a black vortex spiraling in the air before him. When Sasuke stepped through the portal, he reappeared on the dunes bordering the northern wall of the Sand Village. Sasuke breathed in the sudden surge of oxygen blown to him from the western wind and noticed that the sun had almost completely set. It was dusk now and a purple sky greeted his return. A few minutes more and darkness would completely settle on the Sand Village. Sasuke thought it would be best if he headed straight to his lodgings since that was where Sakura would soon be heading if she was leaving the hospital. Or at least, he hoped so.
When Sasuke made his way along the wall towards the western openingâthe same path he had taken on his way out of the villageâhe soon realized his assumption about Sakuraâs current location had been wrong. Her voice rang like a familiar hailing bell somewhere in the air above him, and when he located it as he rounded the corner, his relief was a palpable weight off his shoulders. His pink-haired teammate was sitting up on top of a bluff near the exit, unhurt and completely unaware of his presence as she watched the sun sink below the mountains of sand at his right. The very next second Sasuke realized that she was talking to a person sitting next to her and Sasukeâs relief turned acid as he narrowed his eyes at Gaara, the Kazekage who was apparently partaking in the sunset view with her.
So, he thought to himself, Sakura had been fine all along. The entire trek here he had been thinking of her, and it made Sasuke a little bitter to see her free from the same type of thinking. From the looks of it, she was morethan fine.
Sasuke checked his unmasked glare then, because he was suddenly peering up into the scrutinizing assessment of the silent Kazekage, who had been observing every emotion that Sasuke had let slip onto his face. In the second that Sasukeâs eyes had fallen on Sakura, Gaara must have sensed the Uchihaâs presence and had focused on him before Sasuke had even registered the sand-wielder. Sasuke wiped his expression immediately with embarrassment of being caught, inclining a respectful nod towards the ninja who was currently their host. Sasuke should be grateful to the man for looking after her, not showing him disrespect.
Gaara turned to Sakura then, mumbling something quietly that not even Sasuke could register. He assumed it was a farewell because the Kazekage stood as Sakura gazed up at him, still oblivious to the eyes that watched her from below. Gaara picked a kunai out of his pocket and stuck it into the ground beside her before stepping out onto a platform of sand that materialized before him. With a gesture towards Sakura, Gaara lowered himself on the other side of the wall and disappeared over the tops of the village buildings.
Just as Gaara had anticipated, Sasuke summoned the small amount of chakra it possessed to switch places with the kunai that Gaara had put in place for him; the simple act made Sasuke feel even more guilty for the look he gave him seconds earlier. The Uchihaâs guilt changed to shame when he appeared on his feet beside his travelling companion and Sakura jumped up with joy at seeing him suddenly beside her.
âSasuke?â she exclaimed, walking up to him and beaming up at him. âI didnât know you were back!â
âJust arrived,â he grunted tiredly, instantly relaxing by taking Gaaraâs seat on the ledge. âWhy are you up here?â
âTo watch the sunset,â she innocently gestured outward towards the sky. âI hadnât done so yet, so Gaara brought me. Isnât it beautiful?â
Sasuke tried not to be annoyed at that statement. In what circumstances had the Kazekage or Sakura thought it a good idea to bring up sunset viewing? Sasuke supposed he still wasa little bothered because before he could stop them, the words came out. âAnd what did the Kazekage say?â
Sakura crouched down on her knees beside him and began explaining their entire conversation. Sasukeâs irritation was replaced with intrigue as Sakura educated Sasuke about the reports of criminal-like activity on the outskirts of the village. Gaara had made the effort to talk to her about this because it would help explain his and Kankuroâs upcoming absence over the next few days as they investigated the rumors. Sakura had also informed the Kazekage about their most recent encounter with strange ninja. At the mention of it, Sasuke was just relieved to hear that ninja hadnât made an appearance here while he was away. Sasuke also felt relieved that the entire situation was now in the Kazekageâs hands. Perhaps the encounter with their attackers had been a random occurrence after all and Sasuke wouldnât have to hear anything more about it.
As she continued to catch him up, Sasuke leaned wearily against the wall of rock behind him and watched her talk from the corner of his eye. Sasuke noticed abruptly that she was wearing the clothes that he had bought for her before he left. Despite the plainness of the style, she made them work wonderfully and Sasuke was thankful that he had guessed the fit right. The looser, more modest top had been intentionally picked and swayed around her agreeably. The light was fading now as stars began to prickle the dark purple horizon and a large rosy moon, too, made an appearance on the skyline. Sakuraâs braided hair was a shade darker in the dimness and Sasuke recognized that it was longer now, just below her shoulders.
Soft fingers suddenly brushing his had Sasuke refocusing on Sakuraâs words. Her expression was one of concern as she assessed him for any signs of injury, a lifelong habit. As Sakura leaned forward with fretful assessment, Sasuke pressed the fingertips reassuringly that dangled over his palm. âJust a little tired is all,â he admitted.
Sakura didnât take her hand away as she scooted back against the wall beside him. Sasuke didnât move his either, even though he tried desperately to convince himself to. He really shouldnât have grasped her fingers, Sasuke told himself. But this wasnât bad, was it? Their hands were just grazing one another; that didnât mean they were holding hands. He wasnât violating a boundary by resting his knuckles against hers.
âTell me,â she spoke evenly, seemingly unaffected by their sudden nearness, âwhat youâve been doing for the past three days.â
And so he did. All of it. Her face changed to one of uneasiness again as he explained why his absence was so long. He had run out of chakra and spent two days waiting for enough of it to return before he could make the voyage back. He enlightened her about his plan for the next attempt, trying it twice in succession, the first to open the door, and the second effort a day later while using the same door to see if that would get him further.
When Sakura pulled away her hand abruptly and placed it on her leg, Sasuke frowned and fisted his own in response. He backtracked, trying desperately to remember what he might have said that would make her upset. Sasuke instantly knew something was wrong and wanted to ask her about it, but Sasuke had a sinking feeling that it was related to him.
He was saved the trouble of asking as Sakura beheld the sky again and said quietly, âYou didnât say goodbye. I didnât know that you had left.â
Sasuke looked down into his lap, fisted hand now resting on his knee. The Sasuke a few years ago would have instantly responded with âI donât have to tell you anythingâ but he wasnât that Sasuke anymore. He wanted to tell her that he had tried to go to her but had lost his nerve when Kankuro came out of the greenhouse and caught him looking for her. The reality was that he didnât have enough steel to stray from the comfort zone of his reserved behavior in front of others. Maybe privately, just between them, Sasuke could have found her and told her he was leaving. But how could he explain that to her without looking like a total coward?
When he hesitated to reply, Sakura whispered in the darkness. âI thought we had a âpartnership.ââ
He returned his gaze to her then, recalling their conversation on the way here about a trust that involved the both of them working together. Thatâs what he had wanted. A partnership where he wasnât the sole receiver. But how could a partnership work while they were away on separate missions? He had his own mission and she had hers. Sasuke couldnât help but feel annoyed about this entire circumstance. Hadnât he just come back to check on her? Wasnât he getting distracted from the one goal that the entire world depended on him for?
âIâm sorry,â he admitted quietly. Then he added, âThis is how it is for me. I have to leave when I canââ
âYou can at least tell me youâre leaving,â Sakura interrupted, still not making eye contact with him. It unnerved him for her to do so. She alwaysmade eye contact with him. âI understand that you have to leave; I donât expect any different. But a part of a partnership is communication.â
Communication? Between two people who couldnât ever really be together? He cared about Sakura; he really did. If all she wanted was communication, couldnât Sasuke give her that? Isnât that what she had asked of him back in the Leaf too? âStop dodging me,â she had tried to bargain. More of her words rang in his memory: âWe donât have to be together to love each other, Sasuke.â So, maybe they didnât, but communication alone wasnât a relationship that Sakura deserved.
She added again at his silence, âRemember when I had run off to bathe in the woods and you came to find me?â Sasuke instantly wanted to say ânoâ just out of mortification but Sakura finished by saying, âYou had asked me to tell you where I was going before I ran off. How you felt in that moment is how I felt when I realized that you werenât coming back to our room. I need you to do at least thatâto tell me youâre leaving.â
Sasukeâs heart softened and his resolved wavered. It was the imagining of her in that equal amount of distress that had the Uchiha fessing up. âI meant to say goodbye. I went to the greenhouse, butâŚyou were talking to peopleâso.â
Sakura turned to meet his eyes then and Sasuke felt both shyness and instant relief at the action. To the Uchiha, it was a sign that Sakuraâs resentment was passing. Sasuke thought that he might personally prefer the animated angry Sakura that gave him a black eye to this silent one. Â
âYou did?â she asked, her voice lightening considerably. She searched his face for more information that Sasuke didnât want to give her. The whole point was that he didnât right?
Sasukeâs smirk was a reaction that his body didnât make often. âIâll leave a note next time.â He would do at least that for herâsay goodbye in some way. Â
âIâll take it,â she smiled in response, elbowing him in the chest and leaning her side fully against his own despite his surprised expression. She ignored him and watched the moonâs progression as it turned into a snowy white, all color gone from the atmosphere now. Her warmth was a comfort that Sasuke hadnât realized heâd missed while he was away. When they had parted, Sasuke had felt like he had lost his arm again, and now, it felt like a limb had been given back to him. No, he realized, not a limb. An organ. She was one of several pieces of his heart, a valve that Sasuke knew he couldnât live withoutâdidnât want to live without. But he had to. Like Itachi had for the world, Sasuke would have to cut out his heart and learn to live without it.
⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠⌠.
Sakura found herself incredibly nervous as they made their way through the dim alleyways of Sunagakure towards their housing. Unlike Konoha, whose evening streets were alive with activity and lights, only the occasional lantern lit a window in the Sand Village. Sakura theorized that perhaps it was a fire risk to brighten the streets with firelight being that heavy winds traveled between buildings and rushed houses. The wind was especially strong at this very moment as she and Sasuke strode up the path towards the little inn adjacent to the hospital. It didnât seem to be bothering Sasuke much; the only thing that flapped around him was his poncho. Sakura, on the other hand, clung desperately to her unravelling hair that was a perfect metaphorical illustration for her unraveling nerves.
âWelcome back sir!â Chie exclaimed as the two of them entered, her eyes quickly assessing Sasukeâs unexpected return. Sakura couldnât help but notice how recurrently dead the place seemed despite the inn-keeperâs claim of full capacity four days ago.
Sakura expressed her thoughts to Sasuke as they made the climb together up the two flights of stairs. She only spoke because there wasnât anything else she could think to say. âDonât you feel something off about this place? All the doors are shut like theyâre full, but I havenât met a single soul while here.â
Sasuke answered emotionlessly with, âThatâs because no one else is here; at least not on our floor. I think itâs intentional.â
Sakura blinked at that statement. âOur host seemed certain that we had one of the last remaining rooms. What do you mean by intentional?â
âGaara vacated the place. I thought at first he did it because of safety measures, but Iâm not sure.â
Safety from what? Sakura frowned when she quickly realized Sasuke was talking about himself. Did the Kazekage really think that lowly of the ex-convict Uchiha that he would actually evacuate an inn? Sakura chose to give Gaara, the man who had taken her to see the sunset, the benefit of the doubt. It seemed Sasuke was doing the same. She blushed as she considered the other possibility. The only other conclusion she could make was that Kankuro and Gaara had taken the time to ensure their safety⌠or privacy. That thought did not help her tangled anxiety.
When Sasuke opened the door to their room and walked in, Sakura couldnât help but hesitate. He glanced back at her, reading her as easily as a book, and in response, Sakura giggled awkwardly/apprehensively before crossing the threshold and closing the door behind her.
After a few minutes of mutual silence, Sakura suggested hurriedly, âHow about you take a seat and Iâll check on you really quick before you go to sleep. Just to make sure youâre okay.â
He nodded, possibly too tired to argue with her. The Uchiha was practically dead on his feet and it was hard to tell if he was experiencing even a fraction of the turmoil that was currently taking place inside of Sakuraâs stomach. It hadbeen more obvious when they first stayed together; she was the collected one and Sasuke had tossed on the floor all night. Now, it seemed it was reversed.
Her bed, she noticed was messily ruffled from two nights ago; she hadnât been able to tidy it that morning because she was late and then had stayed at the hospital last night with Isao. Sasuke turned to his own bed instead, seating himself and beginning to remove his shoes. He reached behind him and pulled the poncho over his head, leaving behind the black high-necked long sleeve. Slipping a thumb up under his hair wrap, he removed the firm binding and sand showered from his hair. He shook it all loose and then dusted the loose sand off his pants and quilt.
Taking a panicky breath, Sakura made her way over to him and Sasuke stared indifferently off into space as she touched his forehead with her glowing fingers. He sighed unexpectedly and closed his eyes at her attempt to soothe the pulsing behind his forehead.
âDoes that feel better?â she asked him, taking the palm of her hand and closing his eyelids with it. The green light of her jutsu flared again, and Sakura focused her energy to the back of Sasukeâs Rinnegan, soothing the optic nerve and the pathways connected to the brain.
She got an exhausted mumble in response to her question, which made Sakura grin. âI think I have a solution for your chakra depletion, too,â the kunoichi announced as she pulled forward Sasukeâs left shoulder. âItâs been a while. Letâs have a quick look at this arm.â
âYou do?â he responded to her first statement, a small spike of energy returning as Sasuke shrugged off his undershirt, giving her easy access to the firm bandaging around what remained of his bicep. Â
âTheyâre not the best tasting, but I can make you my own version of the Military Ration Pills, or food pills, if youâd rather,â she offered, simultaneously stripping the dressings and placing a hand under his arm and raising it so she could easily observe the scar tissue. Sakura was pleased with the overall healing of this injury, but she still hoped that she might be able to rid Sasuke of the brutal scarring one day if he ever let her.
âThe purpose of the food pills is to supply you with chakra for several days in succession. Youâll experience the same exhaustion afterwards, but these will help you get the chakra you need for a short period of time. Youâll have to eat many, but they should do the trick.â She explained all this while rewrapping the dismembered limb. âI first made them for Naruto back when he was trying to master chakra shape transformation while using shadowclones.â
Sasuke âtskâed at their headstrong friend and Sakura smiled again. âYou can come with me tomorrow to the greenhouse, and Iâll cook you up a batch.â
Sasuke nodded sleepily at her offer. He had been correct in his theory that if anyone could help him figure out a solution to his current circumstances, it would be Sakura. Sasuke was knowledgeable about the use of food pills, but they werenât the easiest things to come by; in fact, Konohaâs medics only made so many a year and Sasuke honestly hadnât even took them into consideration. He supposed situations changed when you had a medic as a friend and she just happened to make a special recipe of food pills.
âThere,â she nodded while tying off the end of his new bandage. Sasuke lulled at the feeling of her fingers dancing over his skin with such professional practice. He did a poor job of the wrappings with one arm, so it was nice to have someone else do it for once. Â
Sasukeâs fatigue rapidly faded as the pink-haired medic leaned forward to release his arm and her shirt slid slightly to the left across her collarbone. Spotting the dark discoloration of a bruise just beneath the bone, Sasukeâs eyes widened and his right hand shot out and grabbed Sakuraâs elbow before she could turn completely around.
âWhat is that?â Sasuke scowled, standing as he rotated Sakuraâs body to fully face him again.
âWhat?â she asked unknowingly, disquiet jumping to the planes of her face at his sudden forcefulness.
âThis,â he growled, releasing her elbow and using the end of his fingers to move the fabric away from her skin. As Sasuke placed his fingertips next to the mark, he couldnât help but compare the size of them to the spot, and he made the connection almost instantly.
âOh,â Sakura frowned down at the purple blotch, suddenly realizing the bruise was there herself. âThatâsâ I didnât realizeââ she began, moving away from his touch, then stopped her words when she saw the murderous stare he was giving the miniscule injury.
âWho did that to you?â he breathed, red beginning to stain his vision. There was an electricity forming beneath his skin and Sasuke couldnât breathe. Somebody had shovedtheir fingers into her chest. Bruised her. In that moment, Sasuke knew instantly that heâd find and mutilate that person, whoever it was, accident or not, for even daring to lay their hands on her.
âSasuke,â Sakura was saying, trying to reach him despite the ringing in his ears. âIâll tell you, but you have to promise me youâre not going to overreaââ
Making eye contact with her again, Sasuke stepped up to her and requested a second time for the name he was wanting, âWho was it?â
There was a moment of frigid silence between them as they stood searching each otherâs eyes. And then Sakuraâs hands found his waist and she slid them across his sides and buried her head in his chest. She clutched his bare back and spoke into his skin. âStop. Let me explain.â
She clung to him like a stubborn leach as Sasuke tried remove her from his body. He tried reaching his arm down between them to pry her off, but her forearms remained secure around him. Damn her inhuman strength. His anger began to ebb as she awkwardly mumbled the story into his ribcage. During their skirmish, they had somehow ended up on the ground, and Sakura pinned his good arm to his side, pissing the Uchiha off because he knew that she was taking advantage of his one-arm-ness. The entire time Sakura described her experience with an unnamed patientâsunnamed father, Sasuke was crossly forced to listen to the episode via wrestling. Their tussle-talk ended when the Uchiha finally was made to agree with: âI promise I wonât do anything, just get off me.â
When her weight suddenly removed from his back and Sasuke flipped over with a huge breath of air, he shot her a glare. âDonât ever do that again,â he hissed in the kunoichiâs direction as she grinned embarrassingly down at him.
She reached down for his hand and he reluctantly gave it to her. She was just fortunate that Sasuke was too tired to knock her hand away. As she helped him to his feet, she said, âIâm flattered at your concern, but I canât have you going chunin-exam psycho right nowââ
âWhat?!â he growled, and she dropped his hand. Stalking over to his bed, Sasuke sat firmly down and propped his pouty chin into his palm, feeling suddenly even more tired than before. âI donât go psycho,â he grumbled despite the fact that they both knew thatwas an obvious lie. Heâd gone crazyplenty of times. âAnd Iâm not concerned,â he spit out angrily, tossing a pillow down on his bed and flipping onto his stomach. âNaruto and Kakashi would beââ
âYeah, yeah,â she waved off his excuse and Sasuke stopped speaking; he still grumpily narrowed his eyes at her over the rim of his pillow before turning on his side completely, cutting off all conversation.
She didnât take the hint, because seconds later she announced that she was showering and then going to bed.
âHn,â he responded with more force and exasperation than he really needed to.
Okay, so, maybe he had gone just a little pre-psycho to this whole bruise situation. Sakura referenced the chunin exams and Sasuke recalled the incident she specified. When Sasuke had woken from his slumber, it was the effects of the cursemark that had the Uchiha turning his wrath on their enemies with fierce brutality. It was the rush of dark power that had turned Sasuke into a murderous âpsycho.â So what was his problem now? A year ago, he wouldnât have displayed something even close to the same reaction. He would have blamed Sakura for getting herself into the situation to begin with, and at the most, may have even told her to be more careful who she pissed off. But just a few minutes ago, Sasuke had felt like he did back in the Forest of Death, and yet he no longer had the cursemark. So why?
Sasuke had once always felt the desire to protect Sakura and maybe his reaction was just that feeling returning again now that they were friends again. Itâs not just that, his own voice enlightened him.
Sasuke had in fact gone after Sakura when he heard about Kido kidnapping her, but the worst he had done in retaliation was surround ninja with fire and use genjutsu on one of them. But a few minutes ago⌠he was contemplating just how heâd stab more than fingers into the personâs chest whoâd touched her.
Sasuke breathed out his anger again, hoping it would help him stop being so intense about it.
Sasuke couldnât fall asleep as he tried to contemplate any other reason that would explain his actions besides the obvious answer. It had been obvious for some time now honestly, but Sasuke had denied it up until this point. Sasuke was in love with Sakura, and an Uchiha didnât need to have a cursemark to be irrational when someone threatened his loved one. It had been a slow progression, but Sasuke had been slowly allowing himself to believe and accept the truth heâd always known. But what could he do about it now?
When Sakura finished showering, Sasuke pretended to doze heavily, so she put out the lights and padded lightly across the moonlit floor to her own bed. Despite how exhausted Sasuke was, he would never forget the night where he listened to the sound of Sakuraâs even breathing as his heart ached, knowing that what he wanted, Sasuke could never have.
blakekathryn
romaincrisis
pixelskylines
amandla
