Refraction | By : Zelha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1308 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Epilogue: Soaring
Sakura,
The document attached to this letter is a copy
of my will. I have left everything in order for you, Naruto and Kakashi to do
whatever you want with the Uchiha District. I would rather have the three of
you living there, but somehow I feel that won’t be a wise idea. There is too
much hate and darkness within those walls.
I have tried to write the things you wanted to
hear for a long time, Sakura. But I cannot even think on how to phrase them. I
intended to watch after you and Naruto after I fulfilled my goal, but when I
saw you at the Sound base you made me realize something I never did before. You
grew up, you got stronger, and you did it for yourselves.
Any man that lays his eyes on you would become
aware your inner strength. And it is up to you, Sakura, to follow your own
path. Do not try to follow mine, because you will only find grief, hate and
despair. Do not do that to yourself.
There is something I need you to do for me.
There is a hidden room inside the Uchiha Dojo, under the third tatami. Burn everything inside that room. On second
thought, burn that entire building down. The curse of my lineage and my Kekkei Genkai will die with me. I
will be at peace if you do that.
I am sorry, Sakura. It is all I can say.
Uchiha Sasuke.
Emerald
eyes lifted from the well-read parchment, noting absently the date of the
letter, written after they had encountered the dark-haired man after two and a
half years of his defection. She knew that Sasuke wouldn’t proclaim eternal
love for her, but she felt that underneath those lines, and recalling how he
had tried to reassure her in his last moments, Sasuke had indeed cared for her
as much as he cared for Naruto and Kakashi. Sasuke had cared for them as his
family.
Sighing
deeply, feeling a bit sad but finally calm, her eyes surveyed her handiwork.
Flames that soared towards the sky in a raging fire that enveloped an entire
building, as if they were cleansing the sins of a clan that was bent on power
and betrayal of their own peers.
The new Law
of Heritage granted Team Seven to do whatever they pleased with the deserted
property, therefore no one was there to protest or witness how she lowered her
hands after she threw the scroll into the fire – the words imprinted in her
memory – leaning later into Naruto’s embrace. The three of them were watching
the end of the nightmare, the end of a powerful line, but also the rebirth of
that part of the village. Some blocks down, the Uchiha main house was on fire
as well: Naruto’s doing.
They had
talked about selling the properties and rebuilding part of the District as if
to pay homage to their lost friend, but Kakashi came up with a better idea.
Therefore, a bunch of Inuzuka and Akimichi clansmen,
thanks to Kiba and Chouji,
would be making a stellar appearance first thing in the morning to tear the
entire Uchiha neighborhood apart. A new training ground would be created, and
the darkness of the Uchiha buildings would be forgotten.
“Say,
Sakura-chan... do you think he would approve?”
“Hai, Naruto,” she responded with a little, fond smile in
response to his. “Sasuke would approve.”
“The Uchiha
Training Grounds,” Kakashi mused pensively. “I think it’s fitting, seeing how
our friends liked to hone their skills to become the best.”
The blond
and the rosette nodded. It was indeed a good homage.
-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-
Pacing around
her living room, the pink-haired medic was about to let out a scream of
frustration and make a desperate dash for Sunagakure, only to regain her sanity
and the sensation she was missing and craving by now.
Two weeks
had passed since Hyuuga Neji had left after kissing her stupid, flooding her
senses with his feelings and the utter longing that was raging within his body
before disappearing from her clouded sight with a glint in his eyes and a sexy
smile, closing her door softly behind him. Safe inside her apartment, she recalled
how she had seen how the workings for the new training grounds were going –
surprisingly, even Shikamaru had helped – all the remaining members of the
Rookie Nine working together to grow and set a field full of trees, flowers and
natural traps, perfect for genin training.
But the day
after the silver-eyed man left Konoha with his team, she started to feel
uneasy. Convinced that it was her sadness about the whole ordeal, she busied
herself with her shifts at the hospital and preparing a lot of treats for her
friends that were helping with the Uchiha grounds setting.
The feeling
was not an unpleasant one, though, only mildly unsettling. Longing.
She longed
to be enclosed within Neji’s arms again. She longed to bicker with him and
watch how his eyes seemed to light up with a spark of mischief and cynicism when
she shot back some statement about the topic they were arguing about. She
longed to feel that onyx-colored mane, burying her fingers between the strands
as she kissed him back with all the passion she could muster.
Sakura
shook her head, trying to clear it. Damn
hormones and damn Neji!
A week
later, the Uchiha grounds had been opened to the public and all the shinobi clapped
to the new Uchiha Heirs for this gift offered to their beloved village. Sakura
and Kakashi had been preparing Naruto’s induction to the Clan Council, seeing
as he took it upon himself to fulfill the
Uchiha’s place among the Clan Leaders. The first meeting went smoothly until the
blond’s stomach rumbled indignantly in hunger. This
seemed to break the uptight atmosphere, making almost all of
the Clan representatives laugh at his expense.
A sheepish
smile and two bowls of ramen later, he had admitted to his two friends and his
fiancée that maybe being a Clan Elder wasn’t that bad.
Sakura had
thrown a knowing smirk at Kakashi’s crinkled eye. It was only a matter of time
before they heard Naruto’s frustrated whines about Konoha’s economical and
political issues and asking for their help once more. But this was good for him, she thought. This would make Naruto establish
friendships among the Clan Elders.
Smiling
absently into her tea cup, Sakura reached for the box that an old Hyuuga female
had brought her recently. Freshly made plum jam. She only needed to make some
pancakes or maybe buy some crackers to enjoy the sweet flavor that she related
now to her absent lover.
Sighing
again, she opened the jar and dipped her fingertip in it, coating it with the
sugary substance. Bringing the jam to her mouth, she mentally prepared herself to tackle her patients’ reports, already classifying
the scrolls and folders in her mind. But when she reached for the jar again, it
was nowhere to be seen.
Blinking in
surprise, she looked around, only to find a tall male sitting on her
windowsill, the jam jar in his hand.
Sakura’s
heart started to beat frantically against her ribcage at the sight.
“Neji...”
she whispered.
“You need
to pay more attention to your surroundings,” he said by way of greeting.
“Someone might surprise you one of these days.”
She kept
silent for a moment, drinking in his sitting form, freshly showered. She just
couldn’t believe he was there; stretching his legs like a cat would do before pouncing
on its prey.
“I
didn’t...” she finally began. “I didn’t feel you coming...”
“I’m out of
chakra,” he said lightly. “Tenten and Lee agreed that we needed to return to
Konoha as soon as possible, so we raced back here with all our energies.”
Sakura had
to let out a snort at that statement. She just couldn’t see Neji humoring his
green-clad teammate on his youthful challenges. But then again, she mused as
she felt that sensation of longing disappear with his presence, his voice and
his brilliant snowy gaze, it was perfectly believable if he felt the same when
he was away from her.
Blushing
prettily when she noticed that his eyes were trailing down her body, Sakura
tilted her head to a side, shooting him a doubtful look.
“What are
you looking at?”
He merely
allowed his lips to curve into a sexy little smile. “What do you think?”
Glancing
briefly at herself, she realized belatedly that she was wearing her light pink
yukata, the very same that showcased her legs in a tantalizing way.
Covering
her lap demurely with the scroll she was reading, she sent a mock-glare to her
silver-eyed visitor, earning a smile that only grew slightly.
“You are a hentai, Neji,” she chastised, but her halfhearted remark
fell from her lips when he unfolded himself from the windowsill slowly, showing
her his full, tall form as he stood over her, arms crossed over his chest and
hair tied up in his usual style.
“And by the
feeling of it, you are a hentai as well, my dear,” he
drawled, amused, as he leaned in on her and planted a soft kiss on her lips. “I
can feel you, remember?”
“That’s
cheating,” she protested weakly, staring back at his glinting snow-colored
orbs. “I can’t feel you.”
“On the
contrary, Sakura,” he replied in a husky whisper. “You are the one that is
cheating. I expected you to be in my room when I came back.”
“You never
told me to do so,” she replied easily, placing the scroll on the table and
trying to have some space to breathe by leaning back on the sofa a little bit.
“I thought
I had implied it,” he retorted mildly, his eyes shining with amusement. “What
is all this?” he asked, his hand waving at the mountain of scrolls and folders.
“Er... a bunch of my patients’ results and reports and
stuff—eek!”
Her squeak
made him grin inwardly when his deft hands took her slim waist and hauled her
effortlessly to stand on her feet, close to his body. Standing next to him, he
could feel that very sentiment of longing that almost drove him insane while he
was in the desert.
Especially
when he remembered traveling those very same sandy dunes with the pink-haired
medic, watching her from the corner of his eyes as they sighed at the dynamic
duo’s antics.
His mission
to Sunagakure went smoothly, allowing them to see Gaara’s little smile when
they delivered the message about Naruto’s impending formal future appointment
as Hokage. All of them were proud of the blond’s
success. But watching the green in the Kazekage’s
eyes the Hyuuga ANBU Captain couldn’t help but remember the deep emerald orbs
that were waiting for him at home.
Therefore,
he could no nothing but accept Lee’s challenge to race back home, to Gai’s and Tenten’s surprise.
Sakura’s
presence made his senses tingle as soon as he set foot on her street. Her seal
made him know that she was relaxed, safe, but somewhat disgruntled and anxious.
And he had
known the reason of her distress as soon as he leapt to her window and watched
her introducing her jam-coated finger into her mouth.
He had to
thank Hikari-sama for her good will towards his lover
somehow; he pondered absently as his blood started to boil at such tempting
sight.
Placing the
jam jar back on the low table, his arms went to wrap around her waist, pulling
her body to his.
“Tell me,
Sakura,” he whispered. “How have you been?”
She blushed
furiously, while her Inner persona stomped her foot and yelled at the smirking
Hyuuga. This really isn’t the moment to be making polite chitchat, you dumb
man!!
“I... I’ve
been... fine,” she stammered. “The Uchiha Training Grounds are already open to
the public, and shishou proposed for me to take
over the direction of the hospital--”
“I did not
ask about that, Sakura,” he interrupted her by tracing one finger across her
back, making her shiver in anticipation. “I asked about how you have been.”
His deep
murmur, combined with his touch was nearly driving her to the point of no
return.
“I... I
have been... expecting you,” she breathed, gasping as his face leaned down towards hers, lips almost touching.
“So did you
miss me, Haruno?” he asked, feeling his chest rumble under her hands as he
spoke. She mentally groaned. A lesser woman would be lying on the floor in a
puddle of goo, but there was so much teasing a
kunoichi like Sakura could take. The tension in the room was almost unbearable,
but she couldn’t help but make another ambiguous answer.
“As much as
you missed me, Hyuuga,” she replied,
throwing the ball back in his court.
“Then we
both are at our wits’ end, are we not?” he shot back, closing the distance and
claiming her lips in a hard, almost bruising kiss. She moaned loudly, kissing
him back with equal force and throwing her arms around his neck. He tasted like
plum jam, discovering that he had sneaked the jar from her in order to try some
himself.
In that
moment, she realized that this was a much better way to eat jam.
It was only
when she felt his hands cupping her butt that she broke out gasping for air and
tried to get a grip on her overloaded senses. “Neji...! I have work to do!”
“Yes,” he
growled against her neck, spreading his fingers on her back, reveling in the
pleasant sensation that her mark brought to his touch. “We need to work on some issues, you and me. Those reports can be done
later.”
Hauling her
on him and forcing her legs to wrap around his waist, he kept kissing her as he
made his way towards her bedroom, feeling her hands slipping under his white
haori and evidencing how very eager she was to feel him.
And of
course, he was as eager as she was.
Sitting on
her bed with her body straddling his lap, he brought one of his hands to the
tie of her garment, pulling it while his other hand was already busy with one
of her breasts. She arched under his touch with a moan, her flushed face telling
him how much she was enjoying his caresses.
“You have
no idea how much I wanted to do this,” he murmured to her chest as he rubbed
his cheek on her other breast. She gasped again and let out a breathless laugh,
as his hands pulled the fabric off her shoulders from their perch at her back,
uncovering her seal.
She let out
another moan as his fingertips grazed the design, reconnecting their senses and
finally making her feel how much he desired, wanted, craved to be with her.
His hands
were everywhere; his mere breath was wreaking havoc on Sakura’s skin. His lips
never stayed on one place, playing tag with his hands as they covered the bare
expanse of the pink-haired kunoichi’s chest. Growling his approval at her
completely exposed breasts, he snarled against her skin when his fingers found
the fabric of her panties covering the skin he was desperate to reach.
“I thought
I told you to stop using these at home,” he muttered as he licked one pebbled
nipple, making the woman in his lap arch and squirm as she moaned and tangled
her fingers in his hair.
“You
never... ah!... told... oh Kami... told me... unnn... to do so...”
“I’m
telling you now,” he growled as his fingers slid under the cloth, pulling it
aside and rubbed her core, feeling her unconsciously pull on his hair as the
pleasure took her by surprise.
He wasn’t
that impassive either. Wrapping an arm around her form and placing his hand
over her shoulder, he pressed her down to his lap, letting her feel how aroused
he was because of her. Sakura gasped, one of her hands gripping his shoulder
and the other pulling his hair again.
Making a
quick work of his own pants, Neji grasped her hand and brought it to his
length, kissing her mouth feverishly. She called his name in heated surprise,
but soon she knew what to do thanks to their connection. No words were needed
as she started to stroke him and buck her hips against his.
Sakura
threw her head back when his fingers slipped into her. “Neji...!”
“Yes?” he
asked in a growl as she clenched her hold on him.
“...Now!”
“Now?”
“Yes...!”
Their
broken words were more than enough. Sakura’s impassioned demand was promptly
heeded and she sighed sobbingly when he finally lifted her hips and connected
their bodies slowly.
“I was
going insane without you,” he confessed, as she started to wiggle her body,
opening herself to him. His statement made a smile bloom on the pink-haired
medic’s swollen lips, kissing the Hyuuga prodigy with
all the passion she had.
“I missed
you so much, Neji,” she admitted in a husky whisper, groaning when he shifted
her and allowed his back to lay on her bed, pulling her yukata off, his eyes
glinting with desire and need.
“You are
beautiful,” he murmured with a wicked smile as she moved of her own volition,
demonstrating how impatient she was, how empowered she felt to have one of the
most powerful shinobi in the world under her, at her mercy.
Her hands
unbuttoned the white haori, opening it just enough for him to show his chest
and rippling abs with their joined exertion. Sakura’s eyes darkened when she
trailed his skin, drinking in his form, reveling in the fact that this was
Hyuuga Neji, strong ANBU Captain--
And he was
making love to her in that very
instant.
“You’re not
so bad either, Hyuuga,” she teased him as she arched her back under his snap of
hips, impaling himself inside her.
Retaliating
at her words, the silver-eyed man grabbed her hip with one hand while the other
found her hidden point and stroked her, intent on making her lose control.
She was on
fire, she could feel it. She could feel the tidal wave approaching under Neji’s
masterful fingers. She could feel every inch of his hardness within her,
tensing more and more with every thrust. She could feel her eyes closing under
the passion they were sharing.
He was
trying very hard not to groan out loud. She was exquisite, as exquisite as she
felt the last time they were together. She was lithe and feminine and
responsive to every of his needs, creating the hazy heat they needed to reach
that elusive but delicious release they both craved. It certainly had been too
long, too much time apart and away from this woman who all but stole his
priorities, his senses, his desires and his heart.
Yanking her
upper body to him and gathering what was left of his chakra, he pressed her
chest to his as his hand covered her mark. The sensation was too much for both
of them, making them climax at the same time, he with her name in a choked
hiss, she with his in a suffocated scream.
She fell on
his body, feeling like if she were boneless. The
usage of chakra was not what she had in mind when she demanded for him to bring her to her release. But it was welcomed
nonetheless, as she felt his exerted breathing, signaling how intense the
experience was for him as well.
Lifting her
trembling hand to his hitai-ate while Inner Sakura snickered inwardly about
their hastiness in getting in on that they’d hardly taken their clothes off,
she slipped the headband off his bandaged forehead.
“What are
you doing?” he asked softly, eyes half open. She smiled lazily and kissed him
while her hand uncovered his own seal.
“What do
you think?” she shot back, raising her body enough to reach the marked skin,
placing a loving kiss on it.
A relaxed
silence stretched after her blatant display of affection, resting together in a
heap of clothes and limbs, until a little rumble from Sakura’s stomach made
them laugh, him in amusement, and she in embarrassment.
“Hungry?”
he asked, stating the obvious. She nodded against his chest.
“I was
thinking of fixing myself some dinner when you sneaked in,” she replied,
letting out a soft laugh.
“Allow me,”
he said softly, rolling her to her side smoothly and standing up, leaving his
white haori rumpled on her bed as he walked out of her room. Curious, she
pulled his garment on and followed him, watching him uncapping the jam jar.
Flushing suddenly at the sight of a very shirtless Hyuuga Neji sucking his own
jam coated finger, he smirked.
“Want
some?”
She laughed
at the ludicrousness of the situation. “Hey, that is my jam.”
“And that
is my haori you’re wearing,” he said, eyes glittering with hidden laughter.
“What about
a compromise?” Sakura asked, watching him start to walk towards her, licking
his own lips as his eyes roved over her half clothed body.
“That might
be agreeable, indeed.”
- Tenna' ento lye omenta -
And it’s
over, people! OVER! 8D
Thank you
so much for your support, guys, I've never thought that dreaming the main plot
during one drunken night could be so endearing for so many people! XD
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