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A Bride from Konoha	By : dotdotdot86 Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1949 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17: Obsession

The smell of blood filled his nostrils, fueling his dark anger onto crushing the skull and decapitating the enemy's head ruthlessly. As the blood splurged and spluttered, the missing-nin's body was shaking and swaying without its head before went limply onto the ground.
Gaara was turning onto his heels just the right time as one of the missing ninjas sprung onto his back. Sand blocked the attack before ruthlessly crushed the body tightly, as the sounds of bones crushing and the ninja's screaming echoed though out the open area.
He snarled viciously while shooting his sand directly toward two other ninjas who lunged at him. They should have known they would never win against him in open-space battle as he could wipe them so easily. If they would ever think he had the slightest soft spot in his heart, they were solely mistaken. Even without Shukaku taunting and laughing gleefully at the smell of blood, he never had mercy toward his enemy.
He yanked the hair of the last shinobi hard, brought his bloody face upward. "Speak. Who sent you?"
Unfortunately, Gaara didn't get the opportunity to know his attacker's identity as two other shinobi lunged and attack toward his back. He turned to pound as the sand was too preoccupied warding off another attack, out of nowhere, a kunai struck and manage to slice his back.
The pain was unbearable; his chakra, in conjunction with his sand, exploded and blown up the areas, caused the earth shake and trembled. Debris and bloody pieces of bodies, flying out in the mass of dust, coating the land with fresh blood and foul stench lingered in the night air.
Gaara commanded his sand to push the dunes and covered the area. Grains of sand had flown upward, before settled down and they left no stain of battle. The valley of mist, this was what the villagers called for this place was now being freshened again as chilly night air rushed in, replacing the foul smell.
He went to the stream to wash himself as his robe drenched with blood and the foul smell which was still clung onto his skin. He closed his eyes and inhaled the fresh air, hands clenched in the water as the ice-cold temperature help to regain his composure, and to tone down his dark excitement.
Judging from the battling technique, they were not a bunch of people who just had coincidentally killed the caravans for fun. They had a mission, and their mission tonight was to kill him. And damn it, he began to suspect this group might have a link with the new notorious group lead by the Uchiha.
He wiped his face and glanced at the west, contemplating the part of the sky which was brightened by the many lights from the village.
You love this village, don't you?
Gaara closed his eyes wearily. Damn her for complicating his life lately. He had never needed somebody when he was too overindulged in his dark side of his lonely life. But now, he craved her warmth and softness. He needed her laughter and teases to purify his corrupted heart.
He rose from the stream and walk toward the light. The village was his. The people were his. And the pink hair woman was his to keep. Even it meant to imprison her in his village forever.

A guard's shouting caught Kuroki's attention. The guard waved with a torch, signaling the gates to be opened. He watched as Kankuro the puppet master rushed to the gate openings with several other ninjas. Out of curiosity, Kuroki went to the opened gates to join them.
"What happened?" He asked the nearest guard
"The kazekage has returned with his group." The guard replied. "They said it was a trap. Instead of hunting the criminals down, they were being ambushed. Many men were down." He gestured to the injured ninjas who were being treated by medics.
Kuroki headed to the kazekage. The redhead was talking to his brother. His attire was drenched with blood and instead of wincing in pain like other wounded ninjas he was still talking seriously while giving order to Kankuro.
"Gather your troop in the morning. I know where the rest of them is hiding. And don't let any single life out from this village tonight."
"So you think there is a betrayer hiding in our village." Kankuro spoke quietly.
But the kazekage just shrugged and completely dematerialize using his sand.
Kuroki quietly turned away and headed to his own house. The cool air of the desert night not even could not event dry his cold sweat. He startled at the sound of falling box as cats were snarling to each other while fighting.
His nervous mixed with anger and despise.
He unlocked the door and found out a girl was waiting for him. She rose from the chair.
"I told you not to come here again."
"I have to see you."
"What do you want?" He snarled.
"Kuroki-kun…" She pleaded and touched his arm. Kuroki made a fist and strike her face. Her body flew to the nearest wall.
He shoved his fore finger to her face. The girl cried in fear.
"Stay away from me! Didn't I say that for several times already? You. Are. Annoying. Brat!"
"I know it's you." She said softly.
He stiffed and glared at her.
"It was you in the hospital. I know it."
He yanked her hair impatiently. Meme cried out in pain. "Tell anybody and you will pay for it."
Meme bit her lip. "But why you did it?"
"None of your business."
"You the one who asked me to keep an eye at Sakura-sensei. I've never ask the reason because I love you. I thought it was because you wanted her for yourself."
"And I paid you. Don't forget about that. I paid you with money and sex. You are a lowly life who would do anything for a man's cock."
The girl bit her lips and trembled.
"No, that's because I love you. I will do anything for you."
"You are a sick bitch. Go away! I don't need you anymore."
"Please, Sakura-sensei is a kind woman. She treats me well. Don't do anything to her."
He gave a malicious smile. "And it would be interesting if she knew what a lowly bitch her student is."
Meme's eyes widen in fear. He sneered at her reaction. "So you understand the consequence now? I am a respectable jounin who come from a noble family. Nobody will believe words come from the mouth of a girl who was born in the brothel house."
How fortunate of you those five years ago I bought you and raised you to become my student. I even gave you my family's name, cousin." He spat disgustingly.
"Go now before I decided to kill you. You are the liability that I shouldn't keep longer than necessary. If you are not stupid enough, you should have known that you better stay away from me from now on."
And then he thought about the master's new order.
"But on second thought my dear cousin," he smiled darkly. "Maybe I need your help after all."

The sound of showering in the bathroom had wakened her up. She rose from the bed and saw the bathroom was bright as the door was ajar.
Gaara was in the middle of removing his clothes when he stopped his action and stared at her. Then he frowned. "What happened to your eyes?"
"Nothing." She said, stopping her hand from covering her face. "Where have you been? What happened? Are you hurt? How come someone who has the most ultimate defence can get hurt?" God, now she sounded like a fretting wife.
"No." He said gruffly. After fully discarded his blood smearing clothes, , he went straightly into the showering cube. Air was mixed with steam and lemon fragrance that he favored so much, washed the foul smell of blood away.
Sakura stared at the discarded clothes, biting her lower lip, considering. The shower stopped and several minutes later the redhead stepped out wearing a towel. His wet hair was still dripping, and he reached a small tower to dry it.
"Let me see it."
Gaara stared at her, and then shrugged. When he turns his back, she could see a raw and deep wound. She tentatively touched the wound and channeling her chakra to sooth the pain and to stop the bleeding.
"Hurting and healing."
"Hmm?"
"That's what Naruto had said once about you. About hurting other people. And yet at the same time you will try to heal the person you hurt. Kind of cliché isn't it?"
Her fingers curled. "I don't…" She sighed. "I meant I would never…"
"You are stammering."
She glared at his back. "Damn it, Gaara. Why you guys always like to complicated things?"
Glancing at her over his shoulder, he replied. "I thought it is always other way round."
Sakura rolled the wrap around his shoulder several times and tighten it roughly. He grunted at her action. "You don't understand." She said. "Whatever happens I would never mean to hurt Naruto." Or you…
"Really? Is that the reason why you refused him?" Or me? He didn't say it, but she knew very well where this conversation led to.
"I love Naruto...As a friend and like a brother. And Sasuke..." her voice trailed off.
"Ah, yes, Sasuke…" he said grimly. "Tell me about him."
Sakura closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. She knew one day she had to come clean with him. But she didn't expect he would push her like this so soon.
"I always hope he will become like you."
His body tensed.
"That one day people will forgive him and his crime. That one day he will be his old self again. Our friends and comrades will accept him of what he is and forget about what he did. That one day he will return to his home, and I will welcome him with a warm smile and tight hug. That someday we will build our lives together in Konoha, teach our children about love and loyalty."
But then…" she smiled bitterly. "Even my heart always knows it won't happen. Perhaps, deep in my heart I knew that I don't really love the real Sasuke. The guy I'm in love just an imagination that I want Sasuke be part of him."
I'm such a pathetic. Maybe I refused to think about this before because I'm afraid of the reality. The reality of who the real Sasuke is. Even when we were kids he already shows his true color. His destiny. He is a kind of person who is born to be a leader. The one who will never obey anyone but himself. Someone who always hungry for power." She stopped and looked at him. "Someone like you."
Perhaps that is the reason why in my heart I always want him to be like you. That someday, people will forgive of what he did. And they give him another chance to build a new life. But I understand now." She said softly and stared at the wet floor. "He is what he is. I know I have to let him go now."
"You are wrong about me."
Sakura looked up and gazed at him.
"People didn't easily accept me and forget what I had done. I can't erase my sins and my past. I've build that trust based on many years. Some people may forgive of what you did, but they won't forget about it. They won't forget about how I killed their love ones. Although how hard I tried to repay, they won't forget how I've destroyed their lives." He clenched his hand tightly.
Sakura grabbed his hand. "But, that was not you."
"To them Shukaku and I are the same person." He shrugged and looked away. "Many people are still not happy that I'm become their leader. And it takes years of patience and determination to earn that trust and their respect."
"But you have sacrificed everything for them. Your life, your freedom."
He looked at her.
"Even so, you don't have to marry me. We could still be friends…lovers."
"I want you to be mine. I want you to be with me every night."
"Why?"
"I don't know. But I know I can't force you. Not anymore."
Her lips trembled, and she forced a smile toward him. "What if you try to convince me again tonight?"
He stared at her without a word. Sakura tried again. "Maybe you could come out several words about how you feel about me."
He drew her closer. "Feelings…"
"Yeah".
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