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Tear in the Sky	By : SSShitstorm Category: Naruto > General Views: 2251 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N : Pfft. Just like me to put a cliffhanger at the beginning. Bleh. Sorry for my weird as fuck writing style

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It's only in the wee hours of the morning does Sakura finally summon the courage to leave Jiraiya's side, making a mental note to inform Tsunade of his distress.

Perverted hermit or not, /nobody/ should be drinking that much. He'd seen better years, and medic ninja that she is, she's legitimately fearful of him hurting himself. She wonders absently if she'll be called into he hospital tomorrow morning to replace his goddamn liver.

She frowns at the thought. Maybe she SHOULD go find Naruto. But she knows that's a bad idea, because she knows she has to sort out her whirlwind of a mind before even unloading her problems onto him.

“Haruno-san!”

The bartender comes running up to her, panting,l out of breath, and wearing an absolutely horrified look that unsettles even Sakura.”

“Can I help you?” she asks, failing to hide the concern in her voice.

“I don't know who else to ask, but you're a medic nin right? You can get into the hospital, right?”

“I can.” she bites her lip. “Why do you-”

“Jiraiya-sama collapsed after you left the building. ”

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It's the cold sweat that eventually wakes Sakura up

It's cold. Not freezing, but brisk. It's dark, but she can hear birds outside. That didn't make sense. But then again-

She clasps a hand to her aching, throbbing forehead. One particularly loud bird seemed to be singing in time with the painful pulse in her head.

“Ugh.”

Sakura isn't an alcoholic by any means, but she's no stranger to hangovers either, and coupled with her medical knowledge, she knows that what she needs is water, food, and - She feels her stomach lurching as she attempts to get to her feet.

Right. Food could wait. Water and a hefty dose of painkiller couldn't.

So she makes a second attempt to stand up, only to find she can't. In fact, she can't even sit upright, when a quick investigation makes it clear that it's another human that's pinning her down, that painful sensation twists in her gut again.

“/Stay calm/” Sakura exhales slowly, trying her best not to panic. Just because she woke up in a strange place with another person on top of her doesn't exactly mean they had carnal relations, although it /did/ heavily imply it. She WAS drunk last night, as were plenty of other young ninja. Anything could've happened. It could be totally innocent, why she wasn't even naked- although-

She realizes with some dismay that her top is missing. And her breasts are exposed and sore. Well fuck that.

“Unnn”

A soft moan has her freeze in her tracks. She tilts her head down, and to her immense relief, sees only Hinata.

And to her infinite /horror/ sees only Hinata. /Naked/ Hinata.

She's rubbing her head with her hand, dazed no doubt, but any sign of a hangover on her part isn't there, because when pearly white eyes flutter open to meet hers, Hinata fixes her with a shy, coy, but undeniably /sultry/ look that has Sakura shuddering.

Any doubts she has left about what happened the night previous are gone.

“M-morning, Sakura-san.” and despite the stutter there is no trace of apprehension in her voice. It's smooth and somehow velvety that makes the medic nin suddenly very, very relaxed.

It's only when she finds herself mentally tracing lines around her thicker, buxom figure and wondering just how the /hell/ Naruto didn't notice her, that Sakura get's scared.

Thwuck

She moves suddenly, now on her feet and frantically searching for her clothes. Okay, just shirt. Her shorts and skirt were still (mostly) on.

“S-Sakura-san?” The nervous lilt in her voice is back, obviously feeling a little dismayed after being shoved off of the other kunoichi's lap. “What are you-”

She trails off. Sakura neglects to respond either way, focused entirely on finding her bra, even though she /knows/ she wasn't wearing one last night. Anything to look busy, to shut her out.

Because while she accepts that she's woken up with a massive hangover with most of her clothes gone next to a equally disheveled girl in a shed, she can't accept that she actually slept with her.

She didn't do things like that. She was raised better, taught better, /trained/ better. She didn't do casual sex. She didn't do /girls/. Sure, she and Ino had been curious before as children, they'd practiced on each other, gotten shitfaced together and made out for the boys, but this wasn't Ino.

This was Hinata. Sweet, innocent Hinata, and a sickly feeling in her stomach tells her Hinata probably doesn't do casual sex either. That Hinata probably doesn't do sex period.

Sakura freezes.

Oh no, she didn't.

“Sakura?”

It's painfully timid, her voice, and she turns her attention back to the Hyuuga, fetal position against the wall, and oh god she looks scared. Hurt. Betrayed.

She did.

Sakura swallows hard. She needs to get this over with. Now.

“Hinata, “ she pauses trying to figured out exactly what angle she should approach this from. “How much of last night do you remember?”

“Everything. ”

Shit. She wasn't expecting such a blunt answer . So much for that.

“I remember, y-you sat next to me, in Kiba's basement. W-we talked about Ino, and then,” she bites her lip, looking down, a furious blush raising up in her cheeks.

“Y-you kissed me.”

Sakura clenches her fist involuntarily. Of course, SHE'D be the one drunk enough to instigate this. Stupid stupid STUPID-

“I was scared, at first, because I-I've never done anything like that.” she admits slowly. “But it was just so soft, and it started to feel g-good, and then we came up here, and-” she stops a smile suddenly forming of pale lips.

“We had s-, we had se- s-s-s” She seems to struggle with the word, skin flushed an even brighter magenta that before,

“Sex, Hinata.” Sakura corrects her, finding herself suddenly squirming uncomfortably at the word.

“Hai.” she admits weakly. Sakura blows out a breath, finding her resolve to continue waning. She looks away, focusing -hard- on the opposite wall.

“You've never done that before, have you?”

“No.”

/Oh god, here we go/

“And, you do know that sometimes, people do that just for fun, right?”

Her eyes widen, confused.

“Fun?”

“Well, yeah, I mean, it felt good, right?” Sakura breaks away, moving back towards Hinata and kneeling down beside her, brushing a few askew hairs from her face. “Sometimes people have sex just for fun, sometimes it doesn't mean anything, sometimes-”

“Sakura, that wasn't a mistake. ”

She stops dead. It's short, stated, and the honorific's dropped. Hinata's eyes bore into hers with an intensity she's never felt before. Again, she shudders.

“I- I don't want this to be a mistake if it d-d-doesn't have to be. “ and /fuck/ here come the tears. She can almost hear Hinata swallowing hard, trying furiously to fight them back.

What comes next is incoherent, lost in a stream of words and nonsensical whispers as she gives in, cupping her hands over her face and sobbing.

Sakura wants to sink into the ground, to disappear, to fucking /die/ because though she'd admittedly done various stupid, insensitive, and sometimes downright bitchy, things over the course of her life, this had to bet he worst.

Well, second worst.

Try as she may, in the back of her mind, she hears similar sobbing. Similar frustrated tears. Her teammates's tears, pleading with her to forgive him because he didn't fulfill his promise, he couldn't bring the boy she loved back. She'd wanted to comfort him, to embrace him and cry with him, but she didn't.

That . . . that was a mistake.

One she could not and would not repeat.

Slowly, she slinks one arm around the sobbing girl, then the other, and then crushes her in a full blown embrace. “Hinata,. Look at me. Look at me.” and she tilts her chin up, brushing sticky strands of hair and tears away, and kisses her.

It's slow, soft, light, and quick, and she looks her in the eyes, a weary smile on her face, and leans forward, whispering into her ear.

“It won't be a mistake. I promise. ”

She doesn't stop shuddering or sobbing immediately, but it soon subsides into heavy, labored breathing, punctuated by the occasional hiccup. She burrows her head into Sakura's shoulder, and returns the crushing embrace. Hard.

“Hinata, let me walk you home. “Sakura says softly. “We'll get cleaned up, and I'll take you out to dinner. Anywhere you want to go.”

She feels the dark haired girl nod, despite the proximity to her shoulder, and a muffled agreement follows.

They separate, Sakura again gets to her feet, finally locating her shirt, which was somehow hanging from a nail on the ceiling, and after sliding it back one, turns to find Hinata struggling with a stuck zipper on her jacket, which (after much frustration) she manages to help her with.

“Sakura-san?” Hinata paces her hand on Sakura's shoulder as she opens the door.

“Mmm?” she responds, now reminded of the ungodly throbbing in her head thanks to the blinding sunlight. “What is it?”

“When you s-said you want to take me out tonight, does that mean, is that a-”

“Date?” Sakura smiles, leaning in the kiss the shorter girls forehead.

“Yes, it is.”
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