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Ridding Me of You	By : boyarina Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 5681 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author’s Notes:
I have been dying to update this story. Now that I got myself re-oriented with what is happening in the last few chapters, I am ready to rock and roll! (Or at least along those lines…)

Disclaimer:
The one time that I can say that I have everything is when Naruto, his true-to-life-personification comes up to me and tells me:
“I’m yours.”
Yes, I would die and then will demand to be immediately resurrected again! Without a second to loose, I will make him mine! (Yes, I’m insane).

Ridding Me of You
By Boyarina

Chapter 29: A Day of Wants

Sakura stopped blowing the whistle. She had continually blown on it in her panic, but, after a full minute, when Naruto and whatever’s inside him had ceased animating his own body, her common sense finally traipsed back to her consciousness and allowed her to get herself together. She took a deep calming breath, unsure if she should make her exit now.

The violence Naruto displayed was something she had never been exposed and it petrified her. Naruto always saves her, looks out for her, practically sticks out his neck for her (and yes, she does realize how selfish she must sound for expecting so many things from she secretly moons and fantasizes over). What she witnessed and experienced had decidedly rattled her to the core.

Sakura shakily stood up. Her glance passed over every inch of the room, delaying her act of leaving. When her eyes settled on Naruto’s prone body, she felt guilt snake up her conscience. She shouldn’t even be entertaining thoughts of ditching Naruto here and alone to boot! He might awake up vulnerable, would wonder what had happened to her, and then subsequently blame himself.

Or the greater probability of not even noting her absence and just set to immediately rampaging through the village.

Dread filled Sakura once again at the thought of the Monster Naruto of earlier. She had somehow made up her mind to stay, but her brain decided to replay back how Naruto very nearly mangled her arm.

Sakura gritted her teeth and inhaled sharply, trying fool-hardedly to suck back up her sense of bravery. She will not set out of this place like a dog with its tail between its legs!

Hesitantly, she edged closer to Naruto. He hasn’t moved despite the length of time it took for her to come to settle her ruminations. Lying flat on his stomach, she wasn’t quite sure if he was actually breathing. She laid her hand on one of his shoulders and flipped him over.

“Naruto?” Her whisper barely made the air molecules around them clang and produce a sound. Sakura smoothed a hand down her constricting throat and tried again--a teensy bit louder this time. “Naruto?”

His cheek twitched and Sakura was hard-pressed not to scramble away, screaming for dear life. Her fear, her paranoia is getting ridiculous, not to mention is getting the best of her. Sakura steeled herself for his further movements. He has been knocked out completely by the whistle she had gone ballistic in sounding off (or at least that’s her assumption) that it is highly unlikely that he’d go raving mad the moment he regains consciousness.

Maybe, at least that is what she is deluding herself to believe.

Naruto continued to lay there, sleeping but not sleeping and she was undeniably getting anxious, itching to find out what she can do next to bring him out of stupor. She can’t just wait for him like this forever! Once he comes to, that’s the only time she would be able to figure out if she can still bring her Naruto back.

The whistle! Sakura made a grab for the said contraption and placed it between her lips. She clamped it tightly, wishing that she would not have to do this again. No other choice now. The blasted whistle rendered him in this comatose-like state, it better bring him out of it.

She blew on it. Quick, short and shrill, nonetheless, the hailing noise reverberated throughout the entire apartment. The time lapse seconds after she is done felt anti-climactic. She had hoped that Naruto would immediately respond to the whistle’s summoning (much like what it did before), but there is nary even a sign of a second tw—

Naruto suddenly breathe in harshly – like a drowning man coming up for air. His back arched off the ground due to how the violently air rushed into his lungs. He then drew his hands to cover his face and expelled everything out in a loud whoosh.

“Thank Kami!” Sakura rejoiced, completely forgetting the three beings that she had seen randomly take over Naruto’s body in the past few days.

Naruto, eyes still closed, but grinning, spread his arms wide. Perhaps basking in the same fantastic relief she was reeling in, he started snapping his fingers to a tune that Sakura could only surmise has began making a racket inside his head. Sakura felt all the rigidity, the tension seep out of her. She slumped to the ground, little chuckles escaping from her lips.

“I’ve got a feeling! That tonight’s gonna be a good night! That tonight’s gonna be a good night!” Naruto belted out, sounding less and less than himself as he continued on with the chorus of the song. His timbre was raspier, more sinister, so more demon-like that Sakura felt all happy, gratuitous feeling she had at seeing him back to his supposed antics fall away as it got replaced by this abysmal, hysteria-like state.

“Not again!” Sakura, all but wailed out.

“Aw. Not so glad to see me again, Sa-ku-ra-chan?” Naruto-demon taunted mischievously. With his eyes open, Sakura could only see too much the overly large pupils, crimson, on a black drop of irises.

She wanted to quake in her boots (metaphorically speaking). It was quite an understatement to say she wasn’t ecstatic at having him here again instead of plain ol’ Naruto. She was angry, scared and desperate; wishing things were just back to normal.

Naruto-demon without so much as a warning snatched the wrist of her injured arm and tugged her to him at the same time he lifted his torso up (bare, naked and glistening with sweat).
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