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Bon Apettit	By : mercedesamber Category: Naruto > General Views: 2707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Bon Apettit
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BON APPETIT.
Not for those who really don't like torture. You should click away if you don't like gore, horror, suggestiveness, etc. There's also a lot of changing of POV and tenses. If that annoys you...don't read. And I'm not sure what's going on with the little titles for each part. I thought it added comic weirdness. And the title? Don't ask.
For those who stay:
Bold- Naruto.
Italic- Sakura
Underlined- Both Naruto and Sakura
And enjoy.
Listening to Moon ~Kana~ - Jueki helps creep me out whilst I'm writing this, so you might want to put it on repeat as you read.
-x-
~Planning the menu~
She had had enough. Enough of being ignored as if she was invisible. Enough of being labeled as quiet, shy, and weak. But she didn't reallywant to be noticed by everyone. Not everyone. Just one person. The one who she lived and breathed to see. As she curled up into a ball, she pictured him in her mind. Perfect in all aspects, a god in a village of so many who thought themselves better than him. With her gray eyes, she glanced up at the clock. The time, 6.47. She knew what he would be doing right now. She followed him almost everywhere, unnoticed by everyone. She had his daily timetable down perfectly. He would be having ramen now, grabbing the bowl with both hands and guzzling it down. He'd set it down on the table, empty, and ask for more. She smiled softy at that image, but the smile faded when she remembered what she'd seen a few days ago. He'd had his second bowl of ramen, when she approached him, smiling. Hinata had frowned from a distance, temper rising, a rare thing for her. She'd sat down next to him, and he'd looked at her, a little surprised. They spoke for a while. Hinata hadn't heard anything of the conversation, and she told herself that she didn't care. Of course, she did. What did he say toher? It was almost killing her.
The next time she saw him, she was attached to him, his arm around her waist. He was looking down at her face with a smile. She was looking back up athim, blushing.
Hinata swore then, her face and insides twisted in anger, that she would do something. To him, to her. Get him to see that she was all wrong for him; gether out of the way, permanently.
-x-
~Would you like a seat?~
Naruto had just finished his fourth bowl. He opened his mouth to yell for another when Sakura slid onto the seat next to him. He stopped and smiled, a blush creeping along his cheeks.
"Hey, Naruto," she said, returning the smile, and ordered a bowl of ramen.
Naruto blinked. "I didn't know you actually liked ramen, Sakura-chan." The suffix came naturally to Naruto, who tilted his head at the pink-haired girl.
She giggled and shook her head. "It's for you."
"Oh," was all Naruto could say at that moment. Sakura had never bought him ramen before, usually complaining about how much he ate. But now that they were dating...maybe she thought differently. Naruto beamed at his girlfriend. "Th-Thanks, Sakura-chan." He could tell his cheeks were still bright red, so he leant forward and placed a soft kiss on Sakura's lips. Now it was her turn; her cheeks flushed and she shook her head a little.
"Don't mention it..." she mumbled, suddenly quieter.
The blonde tilted his head. "Sakura-chan? Is something wrong?"
She shook her head again "Nothing." She smiled brightly at him, green eyes sparkling. "I just still have to get used to...you know, us." Sakura giggled a little.
Naruto returned the smile. "Me too," he replied, slipping his hand into Sakura's as he spoke. At first, she tensed, but she relaxed her hand into his and squeezed it softly.
Hinata stood close nearby, unnoticed, watching silently.
-x-
~Chef's surprise~
She almost has the plan finished. It has taken a few weeks to work everything out perfectly; many horrible days of watching them together. Excruciating. But it didn't really matter anymore, she tells herself, since the plan is almost ready to be put into action. She knows the only hard parts know are gettingthem right where she needs them. She wonders if she will be suspicious, since she knows that she likes him, but she hopes not. And she knows that he will come, because for all his habits and actions, he will help her if she says she needs his help. That's why she loves him. She doesn't feel at all guilty about tricking him, because once she has shown him why he should choose her instead, he'll be thanking her and loving her. Forever.
-x-
~Sorry, I didn't order this~
I gave one of those long, slow sighs that you make when you want someone to turn around and ask what is wrong. Of course, nothing was wrong. I just wanted someone to bring up Naruto so that I could about him. Unfortunately, no one seemed to want to know what I had to say, so I held it in. Perhaps Ino was just jealous that I actually have a boyfriend, which is why she wasn't asking me to spill the beans. Then again, I can't understand how a pig like that could get one, anyway. Don't get me wrong; we've grown closer than we had been over the years, but there are still times that she wishes she could attach a kunai to my 'bill-board brow', and where I'd like to do something as equally unpleasant to her.
I wished that I didn't have such a tedious weekend job. I guess the only perk was that sometimes missions took priority, and knowing that if Ino didn't have a mission at the same time as me, she'd be stuck working here by herself. I wished that I could be with Naruto right now. I know, a few years back, I would have rather not. But that's changed, all of it. He's more...mature than he used to be. Most of the time anyway. And he's a really sweet guy. I know he doesn't particularly look like a guy who would bring you gift at your workplace, or pass up a good mission to spend time with you, or insist on taking you out every other night, your treat...but he is. Trust me. Already a month into our relationship, and we act like we've been dating for a few years. I guess it's because we already know each other. I'm not worried though. If it had been any other guy round here, I would have been. But not with Naruto. I feel rightwith him. Like everything's just fine.
I saw Hinata walk in and I smiled at her. I felt a little sorry for her, just a bit. It's no secret that she still likes Naruto, but she's a really nice girl, and I like her, so I try and be as nice as possible. But today she didn't smile back. She looked kind of worried. I stopped work and asked if she was okay.
"Not really." She said in her quiet voice.
"What's up?" I asked. "Maybe I can help."
"Maybe..." She said, but she didn't sound certain. I tried to persuade her to talk to me about it. I'd rather be sorting out people's problems that working anyway. Eventually Hinata caved in and she told me to follow her. I wondered what kind of cusses Ino would shout at me when I got back. I could just imagine. Probably the same stuff. Hinata lead me into the forest, telling me what she'd seen as we walked. "I have no idea what to do. I don't even know what it is"
"Well, if it was important, or dangerous, I think we'd all have been notified, right?"
I started to walk ahead a little, curious to see whatever it was for myself, when I heard Hinata's feet stop. Looking around, I saw nothing at all. No weird unknown thing. No Hinata. Before I knew it, she was behind me, and her face scared me so much. She was angry, really angry. Eyes all screwed up, teeth bared, like a rabid dog.
The next and last thing I knew then was blackness.
-x-
~A new glass, please~
She has her now. She is still knocked out, which is good. It makes it easier for her to bind her up, tightly. There is absolutely no way she can escape. She binds her hands together, and then up, so she is stretched from the ceiling to the floor. Her feet hang limply down, toes pointed, hair falling down her face. She frowns and pulls the pink hair away from her face, so it is easier to see. Then she picks up the thick material and wads it into her mouth. She can't help but giggle at what she looks like. An unconscious, pink, ugly hamster, cheeks puffed out. She nearly forgets – she has to do something to her feet too, orshe'll probably kick her in the face. And that would only make things worse forher. So she twists the ankles at an angle, and stops, looking up for a reaction. There is none, so she continues. Twisting, twisting, twisti – SNAP. She smiles, satisfied. Her feet hang even more limp than before, already starting to swell. She wonders if she should break her knee caps too, but she wants her to be awake for that, and she also needs him here too. So she contents herself with gathering all of her tools, before heading out and finding him.
-x-
~My knife is dirty, waiter~
It was just one of those days, the lazy ones. My absolute favorite kind of day! Of course, it wasn't completely lazy. I still had to do stuff, totally bummed me out. So I was trying to get it done as quickly as possible. I thought maybe after work I could go and see Sakura at her workplace. I was nearly done, and probably not doing the job as best as I could, but I didn't really care. Kakashi-sensei would probably have something to say about that later, but that was later! I'm thinking about now! Soon enough, I'd finished my job for the day, so I headed over to the florist where Sakura-chan works with Ino. At first, I didn't think that pairing was such a good idea, but Sakura-chan assured me, that despite a few minor disagreements, everything between them was cool. Somehow though, I got the feeling that they were more than just minor disagreements.
I called out to Sakura as I entered the shop. No one was at the counter, so I assumed that she was at the back of the shop, maybe sorting orders or something. Then Ino came out, and her face was like thunder. "Where the hell is Sakura?"
I was puzzled. "Eh? I don't know! That's why I came here!"
"Grr!" She actually growled. I was more than just a little bit alarmed. "It's not like I don't have enough to do without her slacking off from work!"
I left, leaving a shouting Ino at the shop. It was so weird. Sakura-chan wasn't a slacker. If anything, she pushed herself to the limits time and time again. Sometimes I even had to stop her. Once or twice she'd got herself seriously hurt from over-working. I was confused. If she wasn't at work, I had no idea where she had gone. I decided to ask around.
Hinata was walking slowly just a few feet away from me. "Hey, Hinata-chan!" I called. She turned to me slowly, and for a moment I forgot about Sakura-chan. Hinata didn't look so good. Tears were at the edge of her eyes, and she looked like she was shaking. I ran up to her, worried.
"Hina-chan? What's wrong?"
She shook her head. I frowned. I knew Hinata was quiet, and a very nice girl. I wanted to help. She just had that kind of aura. "Tell me." I persisted, but gently. I didn't want to scare her or anything.
She whispered something under her breath. "I can't tell anyone."
"You can tell me," I said back, just as quietly. "I'll tell no one."
She hesitated, opening her mouth for a moment as if she was going to speak, then she shook her head again. "I have to show you...it's easier to see than to tell."
"Okay," I nodded and followed her as she walked along the road. No one was around, it seemed, and I was both anxious and curious to see what Hina-chan was talking about. It only took a few minutes for us to reach the forest. We weren't in too deep when Hinata stopped and told me to wait where I was, that she'd be back in a moment. I waited patiently, hoping to be able to understand why she was so scared.
I didn't know she moved so quickly. I was just spinning around on my heels when something attacked me from behind, and I felt the floor rush up to meet me. Then darkness.
-x-
~Best served cold~
Now he was here too. Finally, she could start. She congratulated herself on a fine dramatic performance. It must have been really good ifthey both fell for it. She knew that he was more likely to wake up sooner than she did, so she quickly set to work. She sat him in a comfortable chair, binding his legs and arms to the rests. The chair had a large back rest, so she was able to lean him back a little, and keep his neck in place. From that position, he would clearly be able to see her. It was perfect. Now she waited. Sure enough, he stirred first. She sat next to him, watching him wake up. He groaned, and tried to lift a hand to his forehead. When he couldn't lift his arms, his eyes opened wide, and he struggled. She frowned, not liking seeing him struggle like that. "Shh," she whispered consolingly, stroking a hand through his blonde hair. He froze and looked at her from the corner of his beautiful blue eyes.
"H-Hinata-chan?" He choked out, and she smiled.
"Shh," she repeated.
"What the hell!" He cried out, panic and confusion taking over. She shook her head, and smiled sadly.
"Please don't make me gag you too, Naru-kun," she said, reaching down and picking up a semi-clean rag. She nodded her head towards her, who was still deeply unconscious. His eyes followed hers and widened further.
"S-Sa-Sakura-chan!"
She sighed and leant forward, planting her lips against his. "Sorry," she whispered, as she rolled the cloth into a ball. Pulling back, she shoved it into hisopen mouth. Instantly he started to try and spit it out, pressing his tongue against the vile material. His shouts and cries became muffled.
"I wouldn't try and spit it out, Naru-kun," she purred. "It'll only get filled with your saliva and expand in your mouth. And you might choke on it."
He froze again, watching her with shocked eyes. "And I don't want that." She gave a smile that made chills run up and down his spine. Hiseyes still watched her as she walked towards her.
She looked her up and down, nose wrinkled in disgust. "Why do you like her?" She asked, not expecting an answer. "Is it because her skin is so pale?" Grabbing a kunai, she started to slice down the front of her dress, peeling away the material easily. Her skin was pale and almost shimmering with sweat. She gave a snort of distaste. Using the kunai, she stripped her down until she was completely naked. Despite the situation, he found himself staring at herperfect figure, the way her hips and breasts created smooth curves. The only disfigurement wereher ankles. They were swollen massively, and he could see the different colors of bruising.
She shook her head, seeing him stare at her. "I thought so."
He blinked, and his eyes snapped into her gray ones.
"I thought long and hard about it. And I still don't know...Why don't you love me? Am I not pretty enough?" Her voice had started off in her usual quiet way, but seemed to be rising with every syllable. "Is that why? I love you! I have loved you since before anyone has!" Tears started to film her eyes now, and she brushed them away angrily. "Before anyone gave a damn about Uzumaki Naruto, I did! I was always there, waiting! Hoping! For you to notice me, and see that I loved you! But you never did!" Here she couldn't help herself, and the tears fell stubbornly down her cheeks.
He watched, hands twitching, almost as if he was trying to reach out to her. His eyes had tears in them also. He had never known. "I'm sorry," he tried to say through the thickness of the cloth. "Hinata, I'm sorry." Whether or not she understood him, he didn't know. Hewatched as she wiped the tears away and grabbed the kunai again.
"So how about this..." she said, her voice taking on a menacing tone. "I'm going to show you that she isn't so pretty as everyone thinks she is, as you think she is! I'm going to show you that I'm better for you! Because I am." She spoke the last three words confidently, and gave him a quick, determined smile.
He blinked rapidly as she did something very un-Hinata-like. She struck her across the face, the sound loud and harsh. Her eyes fluttered briefly. Again, she slapped her, and this time the green eyes opened. They focused in on something familiar. Blonde...messy...hair...
And then she started to whimper into the gag, damp with her own saliva. She looked as far down as she could. Her breasts curved out, andshe felt a dull throbbing pain in her feet. She saw something else too, something that she vaguely remembered before the blackness. It was her, standing there, kunai in hand. The look of pure hatred of her face made her close her eyes, but she felt a sharp slap across her cheek.Her eyes flew open.
"Keep your eyes open, bitch," she hissed, venom seeping into her usually soft voice. "I want you to look at him."
She blinked. Who did she mean – him? Her eyes bore into his, knowing they shared the same expression. Fear, confusion, and adoration.
-x-
~For your starter?~
It made me sick. How, even now, as they were scared and confused, that they could look at each other like that. Like they really loved each other. Of course they didn't. And they knew it. The uncertainty showed in their eyes as plainly as their eye color. Who did Naru-kun think he was kidding by pretending to love her? And what the hell was that bitch playing at, twisting his true feelings? His feelings for me.
I gave them a few more long minutes of the pretending. Then I blocked her sight with myself and glared at her. She had the good grace to whimper and drop her eyes.
"So." I announced, turning my back to the bitch and smiling warmly at Naruto. "What first?" His eyes got even more confused, and I laughed a little. He was so cute confused! I walked over to the table with the uneven leg that sat in the corner. Browsing through my tools, I spoke only to Naru-kun. "Well, I told you that I was going to show you how much better I am for you than her. So, what first?" I picked up a pair of pliers that I'd found a few days before. When I'd seen them, I knew exactly what I would use them for.
I spun round to face Naruto, pliers in hand. His beautiful eyes lingered on them, then flicked back and forth between her and the tool. Since I was standing just a little way out of the bitch's eyesight, she couldn't see why he was getting all worked up. She started to whimper again. I shoved the pliers in her face and hissed at her. Naruto started to fidget in his chair again, like an impatient child on Christmas morning. He really was so cute.
I clicked the pliers a few times, enough to see Sakura's disgusting eyes fill with tears. No doubt she was wondering what I had planned for her. Oh, it was going to be a great day. Since her toes were smaller, I decided to go with them first. I remembered that I'd broken her ankles, and smiled as I nudged them with my feet. The bitch let out a muffled scream and balled her hands into fists. I only wished I could hear her scream properly, but there was time for that later, when things became more serious.
I knelt, wincing when something dug into my knees, but I held on. I had a job to do. I'd really done a good thing in breaking her ankles. Though she could move her legs a little, she couldn't move them enough to keep her feet away from me. I grabbed her right ankle tightly, relishing the moan that escaped into the gag. With my other hand, I caught her little toe in the pliers and squeezed. Oh my God, the scream! I was glad I'd had the sense to use gags, I really was. I could tell from the way her entire body was squirming and her head rocked back and forth, that she was really in pain. Good. Smirking, I moved onto the next toe. The scream wasn't so loud. Maybe she was trying to keep the scream back.
I turned to see Naru-kun's reaction. His face was ashen, and he'd completely frozen. Did he think I was going to do that to him too? I would never hurt him, ever.
I used the pliers on the rest of the bitch's toes. I hadn't broken the skin of any of them, and I could see the wonderful bruising underneath, where the blood vessels and bones were threatening to break through her horrible skin. They were the same color as her ankles, and rapidly swelling, too.
I stood up, pleased to see tears all over her face. I deposited the pliers onto the table, scanning for the next tool. Instead I walked over to Naruto, who was still frozen, poor baby. I smiled at him, and ran my fingers through his blonde hair. He blinked and looked at me unsteadily.
"I love you, you know that," I told him softly, leaning down to kiss his forehead. As I did so, I inhaled his scent – ramen, sweat, and something else. I knew that was him, his own personal scent, and I loved it. I loved it like I loved his messy hair, his gorgeous eyes, his whiskers on his face, his noisy raucous laugh, and everything else about him.
His eyes slowly made their way back to Sakura's, and I felt a jolt of annoyance. How dare he! If he continued like this, he didn't really care much for Sakura, did he? The more he tried to convince himself that he loved her, the more I'd hurt her. Not that I was going to stop hurting her anyway.
I narrowed my eyes at the whimpering, sniveling bitch, cogs in my head turning. What next?
-x-
~And for main course?~
I knew exactly what I was going to do. I knew. And this time, there was going to be blood. Lots and lots of the stuff. It would flow down her face, and down the back of her neck like water, like she'd been taking a shower. And Naruto would see that she really wasn't so pretty, covered in blood, tears, and sweat. Aren't they supposed to be the perfect ingredients?
I looked around for a stool. I needed to be taller than her, in order to do this. Stepping up onto it, I pulled her hair back and scraped it back tight, then tied a rubber band into it. I yanked it once, and her head jerked backwards. I laughed. If I attached strings, I would be her puppet-master. How funny! I laughed again, my laughter echoing around, as I repeatedly pulled the bitch's hair back.
Pulling a kunai from my belt, I raised it up in front of her face. Her eyes widened and she started to shake her head again. A sharp tug on her hair fixed that. My eyes flashed to Naru-kun. His eyes were suddenly alert again, watching every movement my hands made. Well, I thought irritably, at least he's watching me.
"Stay still, whore," I whispered into the bitch's ear, bringing the kunai closer to her scalp. She whimpered again. What a surprise. Pressing very lightly at first, I traced the kunai along the edges of her scalp. Then I stopped just long enough for her relax, for her to think I wasn't going to do it.
Then I did it. I sank the kunai about half a centimeter into her skin along her hairline, as if I was cutting shapes out from cookie dough. Her eyes squeezed up, and I could tell she was gritting her teeth into the gag. I wanted her to scream! Impatient, I pulled it along, snagging other parts of her skin until I managed to extract a very long scream from her throat. I smirked.
"Good girl," I almost crooned.
I traced the lines down to the tops of her ears, and stood and watched for a moment as the blood trickled in thick streams down the front and sides of her stupid face. The blood was a dark, dark red. It was running faster than I thought, but then I remembered that it was a head wound. Damage to the scalp causes profuse bleeding, even from a minor cut. So I watched, and laughed. It was pretty, actually.
Naruto was crying. Why? Why was he wasting his tears over her? I loved him, did that not matter to him? I tried not to get too annoyed with him.
Putting away my kunai, I realized that I wasn't anywhere near finished yet. I stood back on the stool, and gripped her hair. She froze. Maybe she'd thought of what I was going to do. I heard Naru-kun shout out something, but I couldn't make out what. I turned and smiled at him, the way a mother would when reassuring her child everything was okay. Then, looking into his blue eyes, I pulled back on her hair – hard. It was amazing. Blood vessels all along the edge of where I'd cut popped and ripped, the blood bursting onto her face, and onto my face. I laughed at that. The ripping sound that her scalp made when it was being pulled away from her skull reminded me of ripping up clothes. It was almost exactly the same sound. And Sakura's reaction was the best yet. She practically went rigid with the pain. I wondered for a moment why her hair was pretty limp in my hand, when I'd realized I'd probably pulled a little too hard.
Oops.
I inspected her head, and it was so hard to see where the blood and skin had began. I, in my haste, had pulled the bitch's hair back too far. In fact, her scalp now started where the tops of her ears were.
Now she really was a 'bill-board brow'. I giggled. I couldn't help myself.
"Oops," I actually said out loud, when I heard a quiet retching sound, and the sudden rushing smell of vomit. Naruto had thrown up into his gag. I rushed to his side, and pulled out the cloth.
"Oh, darling..." I sighed as he leant forward, vomit streaming all over him. Wrinkling my nose, I mopped up as much as I could. Brushing his lips and cheeks clean, I kissed him softly, before pushing a clean cloth into his mouth.
"I'm sorry," I apologized, and finished up cleaning.
-x-
~A drink with that, Sir?~
I felt weak, drifting, cold, floating...pain almost unbearable. I could still feel the blood running down my face, and it was getting sticky now. It made my stomach turn just thinking about it. Poor Naruto...he was sick. Through my lashes, clotted with my blood, I could see Hinata wiping it up. Hinata... what had happened? It was no secret that she had liked him. But I'd never have thought...
...it shows appearances can be deceiving.
I know one thing. No, two.
The first – I love Naruto with all my heart. I know that, like I know my hair is pink, my eyes are green, and the sky is blue.
The second – I know this. And if Naruto and I could speak to each other, I know he'd be telling me the exact opposite.
But I know I'm going to die here. Wherever I am. And she's going to do it slowly. For all the years Naruto never knew she loved him.
And he's going to have to watch me die.
I usually have more control over myself. But I couldn't...this was beyond my control. To watch my girlfriend have her scalp...I can't think about it anymore. It's bad enough that I can smell her blood, overpowering. And now my vomit. I felt hands crawl over my face, and for a moment I panicked. Eyes opened, instantly closed. She wasn't right in front me, blocking me from Sakura-chan. I couldn't look at her. Damnit! I couldn't even look at my girlfriend. The blood, like dark tendrils of hair, down her face. The tears mingling with them...why did Hinata have to make Sakura suffer? I was the one who never noticed her before! I'd had a crush on Sakura-chan for years, and she hadn't even really liked me until, what? About a year ago? It wasn't her fault. Don't blame her, Hina-chan...
Please...
I only know a few things for certain.
I love Sakura. I know that like I know my dream to become Hokage, I'm addicted to ramen, and the sun shines during the day.
And I know that Sakura is going to die. She's going to die, and it's not even her fault!
Please...
Kill me instead, Hinata.
I don't want to watch her die...
-x-
~Excellent choice~
I'm pretty good at cleaning, if I do say so myself. Since they were gagged, I could hardly ask them. I checked up on the bitch. I didn't want her to die.
Just yet.
She was alive, still breathing, eyes closed. I slapped her. The green eyes flew open. And that was were I got the inspiration for the next part. I grinned cruelly. Her eyes fluttered weakly, and almost closed. It seemed she remembered what I did last time, and she pried them back open.
"Good." I murmured, and smiled just a little at her. She didn't see it. She was staring at Naruto, who hadn't yet noticed she was staring at him. He was shaking, poor thing, breathing heavily into the clean gag. Tears had slipped down his cheeks, and I walked to him. If he heard my approach, he didn't react. I knelt down and wiped the tears away softly, pulling back when he looked at me slowly.
Back to business.
I deliberated about my next tool, going over the pros and cons inside my head. A scalpel – easy to cut with, but curving wouldn't be so easy. A spoon – good for the curves, but not the slicing. What else? Nothing else was really small enough to use, so I decided on both. The scalpel to slice, spoon to scoop.
Picking up the items, I stood in front of her. I held them up proudly, amused when I saw the incomprehension on her face.
"Can you guess what I'm using these for?"
Her eyes flickered and she moved her head to the side, just a little. I took that for a no.
I thought I should explain. "Well, I know boys like your eyes. I don't know why. Green eyes are ugly." I played with the scalpel between my fingers and she suddenly seemed to understand. She didn't take her eyes off off the silver scalpel, watching warily as I bought it closer to her face. I made a sudden move, and she flinched away. I laughed.
This time, I wanted, no, needed something more. I needed to hear her scream, for the last time. I needed this. I stuck the scalpel between my teeth and reached up to take the gag out of her mouth. It was soaked, and dropped to the floor heavily. Her breath came in quick, sharp stabs, and shook as she took more air into her lungs.
"I didn't do that do be kind." I said, removing the scalpel and fiddling with it in my fingers.
"Have you ever done anything to be kind?" She hissed. "All this time... have you been a psycho freak?"
I rolled my eyes and faked a yawn. The only downside to the gag removal was that she could now speak to me. But not for too long. Hopefully, I could do the next part without actually killing her, so that it would be more fun for the part after. True, I did want to make her suffer as much as possible, but quite frankly, I was getting a little bored with this. I just wanted to be with Naruto. I was battling with myself. Quick, easy death vs slow, laboriously long death. Oh, they were both so tempting.
But then, patience is a virtue.
I stepped back onto the stool I'd used earlier, this time not to the side, but facing her. With the scalpel in my right hand, I started. I ignored her piteous whimpering and held her left eye open with my thumb and index finger. I sliced into her eye socket, relishing the way she gritted her teeth together, almost as if she believed she could really stop herself from screaming. All three of us in the room knew that eventually she'd either scream as loud as her exhausted vocal chords would let her, or she would give up and die. I wanted both.
I dug the scalpel in deeper, until it wouldn't go any further. I tried, but the metal made a dull sound against the bone, so I pulled it out a little. She gave a another whimper as I tried to curve the scalpel accurately around her eye. Fresh blood, dark, rich and warm, poured down her cheek surprisingly fast. A thick liquid with a slightly yellow tinge to it mingled with her blood, and I assumed that I'd caught her eye, and the liquid was from inside her eye. Her eye was still whole, though, as I cut it loose from the socket. The resounding scream made me wince; it was shrill, high-pitched, vibrating through my teeth. Naruto flinched away – whether from the blood or the sound, I wasn't sure. It was like someone dragging their nails down a chalk board.
Pursing my lips, annoyed, I debated silently on my next move. I studied the mess I'd made, the green blood-shot eye hanging limply from the bloody socket, the blood still pouring. With one quick movement, I sliced through the muscles and the optic nerve easily. Her eye fell to the floor with a silly little sound, a little kind of plop. I suppressed a giggle. I stepped down from the stool and picked it up, holding it between my fingers, away from me as if it carried some sort of disease. I flung it across the room where, to my amusement, it hit the wall with a splat and slid down slowly. This time I couldn't hold the giggle in. It escaped from my lips like a bubble, and quickly turned into laughter, drowning out the quiet moans from Sakura.
My hands felt dirty, sticky, and they were. The blood was congealing over them, thicker on my fingers than anywhere else. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I wiped them on my clothes, but the blood remained, stubborn.
"Hmph." I muttered, annoyed again.
Sakura's only eye stared balefully at me, her mouth moving slowly. No more sound came out, and I got the impression that this what was happened before someone died. Something shifted behind me and I whirled around in surprise, before I remembered that Naruto was still here. His eyes were shut tight, I could see that. He was trying ever so hard not to open his eyes when I walked closer to him. He flinched again, away from me, as my fingers gently caressed his cheek.
"Don't worry," I whispered softly. "It'll be over soon."
And it would be. I turned back to her, the patience from before suddenly evaporating. Sakura wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and I wanted – needed – to be with Naruto now. To show him I loved him, that he didn't need to be scared, that he did not need her.
I pulled the kunai from my pouch and walked purposefully towards her, glaring at her hatefully. Her eye stared into mine, understanding what was coming next. The eye closed and her body relaxed, her chest still rising with her breath.
"I'll fix that," I mumbled to myself. Or maybe I did want her to hear.
One quick stab. Her eye didn't even open. She had known, truly known. And had accepted it. And for some reason, I didn't feel the completeness that I had been hoping to feel. I told myself that I didn't feel it because Naru-kun still didn't know exactly how much I loved him.
The kunai was deep, lodged through her heart, probably caught in a bone. I struggled to pull it back out, but I finally managed it.
I sat next to Naruto in silence for a moment. His eyes were finally open, but they were staring down at the floor. Every so often, they would try and flicker up to Sakura's lifeless body, but at the last moment, always dropped again to the floor.
Time passed for a while, before I reached up slowly to pull the gag from Naruto's mouth. His eyes met mine, and I hazarded a smile. The blue in his eyes, even after what he'd seen today, still had that light, the light that I loved so much.
I stood up, leant over him to kiss his forehead, removing the bonds that kept him down. He made no move to escape, no move to me. He was a statue, unmoving and oblivious. I made a little space between him and the arm of the chair, and snuggled next to him, my head on his chest.
More time passed, and I think both of us might have slept for an hour or so. I couldn't blame Naruto for that. I woke up to Naruto moving beside me. I opened my eyes, relieved, but that relief turned to sadness when I saw him rise unsteadily and stumbled towards Sakura's body. His knees gave way underneath him, and I jumped up to support him. He was heavy, and we both fell to the floor.
"It's okay." I said softly, soothing.
He turned to face me, expression staring to show on his face. His mouth popped open and he seemed to be struggling for words.
"Okay?" His voice was harsh, incredulous, after hours of not using it. "Okay? I … don't think so..."
I shook my head. "But don't you see? It will be! Now she's gone-" He gave an involuntary sob. "-we have all the time in the world for it to be okay?"
Naruto's eyes closed. "No," he said again, and this time his voice was cold. It stabbed me, preparing me for the words to come. "No. Because I never loved you. I liked you. Admired you, even." He snorted, and shook his head. "You were strong, even if other people didn't see it. No matter how much they looked at you, you were a fighter. But..." Naru-kun leaned forward, head in his hands. His body was shaking, letting out the sobs that he could no longer hold in. I stared at his back, mouth open. I felt like my whole world had been blown apart.
Everything started to tilt sideways. I wondered whether this is what it felt like when your heart broke, then my head hit the floor. A hand reached out ahead of me, brushing Naruto's back. He flinched away from me, and I felt tears on my face. My own. I hadn't cried at all, and now, after everything...
Then, it surprised me. I felt anger, anger at Naruto. My fist clenched around my anger, the tool of the pain. I'd planned this weeks ago, thinking that he would grow to love me after I showed him how I much I loved him, deluding myself into thinking that he would wrap his warm arms around me and tell me that he loved me. I'd dreamed about nothing but for as long as I could remember. I sat up slowly, glaring at him.
"You're not going to leave me." My voice was low, carefully hiding the anger I felt.
Naruto didn't turn to face me, but he shook his head. "I don't love you. How could I ever? After... S-Sakura," I felt a burst of smugness when he stumbled over her name, and dissolved into tears again.
I crawled behind him, wrapping my arms around his chest, fists still closed. I pressed my lips to his ear and whispered into it softly. "I won't let you leave me. Ever." He shuddered at my tone of voice, and I smiled. This smile was different, icy, thin, like a pond at winter. "Do you understand? If I knew you wouldn't leave me, I wouldn't have to do this."
At that, his head did turn towards mine, and our lips were almost touching. I pressed my lips against his as I slid the kunai between his ribs. His mouth dropped open against mine, his eyes sparkling with surprise.
Instantly, my anger faded, and the tears fell freely.
"I'm so sorry," I whimpered. "You would have left me otherwise."
Naruto's mouth moved as if he was trying to find the right words to say. It didn't take long for him to die. I watched him as his eyes rolled back into his head, dull, lifeless. The hand that had jumped to the kunai fell to the floor. He was heavy in my arms, and my tears fell onto his face. I hesitated before pulling the kunai out. My hands shook as I slid my hand into the wound in his chest and felt around for his heart. I swallowed noisily, not trusting myself to not throw up as I pulled it out. It was still warm, heavy, blood still pulsing slowly out of the muscle.
"Your heart is mine," I managed to choke out, as I placed the un-beating heart over my own.
"I'm sorry!" I buried my tear-streaked face into his neck and held him close to me. I didn't want this. I wanted him, but not like this. If he could have loved me, I wouldn't have had to...kill him.
What now did I have to live for?
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