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The Butterfly	By : tealeaf Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Still don�t own Naruto.
A/N: Well�I got one review (thank you so much Kashshaptu!)
and that review said I should continue. Seeing as I had nothing to do and
really felt like writing, I decided that writing for one person is enough. So
here we have chapter 2 of The Butterfly. I�m not really sure where the fic is
going yet�guess we�ll find out as I write. As for pairings�I dunno yet. I can
tell you it will be het though and will involve Sakura. Not that I�ve anything
against yuri and yaoi, I�ve just absolutely no talent for writing it ^^(). So
yeah, here�s chapter 2, please review, let me know what you think and let me
know if you�ve got any ideas, I�m always open to suggestion and will credit the
idea to you. Oh also, this chapter is very slowly paced�the whole fic will
probably be that way; I find that a lazy and broken storytelling conveys my
words best for this story. Hope you enjoy!

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The Butterfly: Chapter 2
By: Tea Leaf/Banana Soap

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The blood dried, flaking off her arm slightly. Listless eyes
stared out the window, over the alley, over the shorter building beside hers,
past the walls, past the forest, out to the horizon. She hadn�t moved for hours
but she was only vaguely aware of that. She hadn�t slept; she was simply in
that hazy place between alertness and sleep. The sky was beginning to lighten;
the moon had set a while ago. The stars were slowly being snuffed out, one by
one.

Still a cold finger vaguely stroked the black and crimson
wing. The butterfly watched her. She felt so small, so helpless. She�d been
with her mistress for six years now, ever since as a broken child she had
wandered into their field. The butterflies had loved her. They�d felt a bond
with her. They, like so many others who have known her, had sworn to protect
her with their lives. The butterfly suspected that that was one of the reasons
she had steadily grown further and further away from them, further and further
into her own shell.

The girl sighed as the sun started to peek over the horizon
and the sky took on a multitude of colors.

She lifted the butterfly from her knee and stood. The
butterfly took off and disappeared out the window, blending into the sunrise.
She watched as it left, watching its back, a part of anatomy that was all too
familiar to her eyes.

�I live my life trapped in the endless sunset. My world is
neither light nor dark, it is merely fading from one extreme to the other.� She
muttered in a voice that had become husky from lack of use. She didn�t have
much to say anymore.

She wandered to the bathroom and stripped off the previous
days clothes before turning on the water. As she waited for it to heat she took
a look at her reflection in the mirror over the sink.

She wasn�t so lucky.

What she liked the most about her body though where the
things everyone else thought to be flaws.

She loved her scars.

She ran her hand over a thick one near her right hipbone.
That was where Orochimaru had stabbed her with a kunai three years ago. She�d
ripped it out and thrown it right back at him, stabbing him in the same spot.

It was one of her favorite scars.

Steam started to rise from the water and she turned towards
it. But as she did, she noticed another favorite wound on her back. Between her
shoulder blades were three jagged scars about two inches in length each,
shirukens had given her those.

She loved those scars; they were a reminder that she really
wasn�t as clever as she once had thought she was.

She climbed into the shower pulling the tab that moved the
water from the faucet to the showerhead, eyes closing as the scalding water hit
her like drops of fire, searing her skin.
She turned, letting the water soak her hair before reaching
for the soap and scrubbing viciously at her skin.

The wounds on her arm opened again and the soap stung.

She ignored it.

~~~

Rock Lee walked quickly through the streets of Konoha. He
knew she would be awake, he usually saw her already training in the fields when
he woke up. Today he was going to ask her to train with him.

He�d been doing this about once a week for the past few
years. He kept hoping that maybe if someone treated her like an equal again she
might start to come out of the apathetic shell she lived in.

The fact that he fantasized her falling madly in love with
him over one of these training sessions and magically re-becoming the bright
and energetic girl with her heart perpetually on her sleeve and the most
incredible devotion in heart, was entirely beside the point.

Deep down, he thought he might know what was wrong with her.
She had some wound, that even she wouldn�t admit to having, that was still
wide-open and festering. The infection was affecting her in every possible way.

He�d asked Neji once if he knew how to heal that kind of
wound. He�d hoped Neji would know because he could always read people so well.
He�d been told that there was no way for someone on the outside to heal it. The
person with the wound had to heal it himself.

Gaara had been there
and disagreed. Gaara said that the only way he�d been able to heal had been
with the help of others.
Neji had pointed out that the difference between Gaara and
Sakura�s situations was that Gaara had actually wanted to heal. He hadn�t been
so sure that Sakura did.

Lee had sighed and decided to try anyway. So far he�d had no
luck.

~~~

She stood in the shower. She had finished washing quite some
time ago but she didn�t want to move.

She liked the heat.

She always felt so cold and nothing could really drive it
from her. If she were honest with herself, she�d admit that the hot water
didn�t really warm her at all; it just distracted her.

Slowly the water started to cool and she closed her eyes in
resignation as a long fingered hand rose and turned of the water. She stepped
out of the shower and dried off with a threadbare towel. She really should get
some new ones but she just didn�t care enough to bother. She hung the towel
back on the rack and walked naked to her bed; there were dressers underneath
where she kept her meager wardrobe. She pulled out a pair of underwear and
black pants as well as some fresh rolls of gauze. She dressed her lower body
and held the corner of a roll of gauze to her rib cage before proceeding to
bind her ribs and breasts painfully tight. She then wrapped her forearms with
two rolls of black gauze. That way if they bled, the blood would be hidden in
the black. As for the long strands of wet hair, she simply twisted them into a
messy knot and the back of her head, securing it with an elastic.

A knock sounded lightly at the door as she finished.

She merely raised her eyes at the offending sound.

�Sakura-san?� questioned a now deeper but still childishly
eager voice.

She closed her eyes briefly before walking over to the door,
throwing open the lock and opening the door.

Lee stood there, dressed as he had always dressed in the
green body suit with his forehead protector worn as a belt and bright orange
ribbed leg warmers. The only difference was now he wore the jounin vest, just
like Gai-sensei.

She lifted a brow questioningly.

�Sakura-san!� Lee exclaimed with a grin, dimmed slightly by
her impassive and disconnected expression.

�I was wondering if you would like to train with me today?�
he questioned hopefully.

She looked away for a moment, considering, the shrugged and
opened the door wider so that he could enter.

As he walked past her she observed the changes time had made
to him. He was taller, about 5�11� she guessed. He was built the same though,
still thin and lean and his muscles were still very well developed, she could
see them shifting beneath his clothes.

She closed the door and walked back to the bed, crouching to
the drawers to find a shirt. She found a black mesh one and pulled it on then
walked over to the door and pulled on her sandals and grabbed her shirukens
holster to strap to her right leg and her kunai pouch which she threaded on her
forehead protector which she used as a belt and passed it through the loops of
her pants.

�Let�s go.� She said monotonously.

Lee nodded and bounced up from her kitchen chair before
heading out the door. She snatched her keys off the table and followed, locking
the door behind her.

~~~

He slowly made his way back to the village. He�d had an
assassination mission and had been away for the past week and now, finally, he
could come home.

It had taken a lot for him to be able to call this place
home but now that he could he was fiercely protective of it. Nothing was going
to take his home away from him again. Not now that he could protect it.

To be honest, he wasn�t sure what it was that made this
place home. He knew what it had once been, it had once been home because of his
family, but his family had been murdered and home had been ripped away. Then it
was home because of what he had come to think of as his surrogate family but he
hadn�t been able to enjoy it then because he still hadn�t avenged his family.
Once that had been done, he had not hesitated in returning and finally
appreciating his surrogate family and enjoying his home again.

But something had been off. Something was still off. His
surrogate family had changed while he was away and he still didn�t really
understand or accept the changes. He ignored them, acted as he always had and
deluded himself that the others acted the same as well.

The gates came into view and he sighed with relief. He made
his way towards it, exchanged passwords with the guards and was admitted. He
hobbled along the street soon coming to the bridge that was so very familiar to
him. As a child this had been more home than his house, this is where he always
met with his surrogate family.

But they weren�t here to meet him. They never met here
anymore. He could barely remember the last time they had.

He heard a large snap coming from the clearing that was just
behind the tree line on his side of the bridge, the clearing where the hero
monument was.

Curiosity came over him then. He had found that now that he
didn�t have the responsibilities to the past weighing him down anymore, he
really did enjoy indulging his curiosity so he wandered over.

~~~

Lee ducked as Sakura came at him with a flying kick. The
kick hit the tree behind him and with a large snap, the wood gave and the tree
toppled over.

Lee�s eyes widened slightly at the power. That would have
hurt�

In the meantime, Sakura had recovered from the kick and was
attacking again.

She came in with a punch that Lee blocked, then another from
the other side that Lee blocked again, she then brought up her leg to kick him
in the ribs but he dodged and backed up a few steps.

Sakura flipped onto her hands, her legs came up and locked
around Lee�s neck with her calves. She then reversed her motion and pulled Lee
off his feet and set him flying into the debris of the broken tree as she
landed on her feet and stood again, moving into a defensive position.

�You�re holding back.� she stated coldly.

Lee groaned, fighting Sakura seemed to keep getting harder
and harder over the years. He couldn�t really fight back because he really
didn�t want to hurt her but he knew she�d be hurt if she found out. So Lee
looked for a way to change the subject. That�s when he spotted his �get out of
jail free� card.

�Ah, Sasuke-san! What are you doing here?� He asked brightly
as he slowly stood up from the broken wood.

Sakura dropped her defensive pose and rose to stand
normally. The sparing was over.

�I was just investigating that crash.� He responded with
disinterest as he lent Lee a hand to rise while watching Sakura out of the
corner of his eye.

Sakura held his eyes for a second with cold detachment
before looking away. She turned and left the clearing without a word.

Lee noticed and shouted goodbye to her, she raised her hand
slightly in a half-hearted wave.

Lee sighed dejectedly. Another day, another failure.

�What happened to the tree?� Sasuke asked Lee, ignoring the
fact that Sakura had completely ignored him.

�Sakura kicked it. She�d been aiming for my head�� he
responded with apprehension.
�Good thing I ducked, eh?� he continued with a grin.

Sasuke smirked slightly.

�Yeah, good thing.�

~~~

Sakura walked through the woods, soon coming to the field
where she�d met the butterflies what seemed like a lifetime ago.

She collapsed under a tree, her right hand rising to rub her
chest over her heart.

She hated seeing him. She loved seeing him. It hurt to see
him.

He�d looked good�he always looked good though, didn�t he?
The dark hair that hid his face, shadowed it with mystery. Those dark
eyes�bedroom eyes. Those features that had been beautiful as a boy that had
matured to breathtakingly handsome as a man. He was at least 6 feet tall now
and had filled out perfectly, with perfectly sculpted muscles. He was an
artist�s dream model.

Her fingernails on her left hand dug into her palm so hard
they drew blood.

She lifted her head, staring off through the leafy canopy
above her to the blue sky as she bit her lip.

She�d finally managed to not think about him. As long as she
didn�t see him, she was fine. But she always saw him. He just always seemed to
show up everywhere she went.

Why did she have to see him? Why did she care? Why couldn�t
she just erase him?

A butterfly fluttered over to her and landed on her nose.

Her eyes crossed slightly as she looked at it.

Finally she sighed and lowered her head. That was why. She
was a butterfly, forever loyal to one person. And she just didn�t know how to
change that. She didn�t know how to just move on. She�d tried�oh god, had she
tried!�but all he had to do was look at her and she�d crumble.

She was so weak.

Her heart hurt. Her body hurt. Her mind hurt. Her soul hurt.

She lowered her head to her raised knees, the butterfly
fluttering over to land on her shoulder.

At least it hurt.

~~~

He made his way back to his house. He�d gone to see
Tsunade-sama to make his report on his mission. He had gone to the hospital to
get his leg treated.

He slid the door open and wandered tiredly to his room where
he collapsed on the bed, his forearm rising to cover his eyes.

That was one of the things that had changed.

She looked the same from far away, but when you got close,
it was like�she was a faded version of her former self.

She didn�t smile anymore.

He missed that. He�d liked her smile. He liked to think that
if she smiled now, he�d smile back. He couldn�t have back then, but now he
could. But now she didn�t smile at him so he�d never gotten the chance to smile
back at her.

Then there were her eyes.

Bright sea foam green eyes that used to have a myriad of
emotions that would subtly mold the color of them. They were flat nAs iAs if
giant steel doors had been shut behind them. Now they were just a dull, numb
and faded green.

She�d ignored him.

She�d acted as if he hadn�t even been there.

Deep down, that�s what he hated the most. Through it all,
she�d always been the first on his side, she�d even said she would follow him
through hell if he�d only allow her.

He couldn�t do it.

He still believed he�d made the right decision. But�there
were moments when he wondered if maybe�maybe he should have explained it to
her. He hadn�t. He probably never would.

He sighed and lifted his arm, sitting up slightly as he
pulled down the blankets on his bed. Not bothering to get undressed, he slipped
under the covers and promptly fell asleep.
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