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Genjutsu Gone Right	By : sandman-nobody Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 159777 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Tag(s): Masturbation.
Girl(s): Sakura
Edited: LordsofEmberCelica
Words: 10,852
Chapter 7
Sakura's arms flexed against the gaggle of eager dogs threatening to yank her shoulder free from its socket, loud yips and growls filling the otherwise quite air as they jumped and played at her feet.
D rank missions were the worst, but D rank missions for the Inuzuka clan were a unique and special kind of hell, almost always ending up with the team unlucky enough to have been assigned such requests either cleaning out soiled kennels or getting dragged around the village by the pack, all the while hoping and praying not to draw the short straw and have to clean up after them. Compared to the many other assignments handed out by the Hokage, in Sakura's book it was second only to the few times they'd been forced to babysit actual babies. Give her a kennel and a garden hose over a dirty diaper any day…
All she could do was glare, straining against the large number of bestial canines that threatened to overwhelm her thin frame. Finally, gritting her teeth, the strength in her limbs seemed to double as she yanked back on the leashes wrapped around her fist, cutting short the barking and playful yips while forcing the many pairs of brown eyes in her direction.
"Calm down!" she commanded with a tone of voice she had only ever directed at a certain blond knucklehead, the warning in her gaze clear enough for even animals to recognize. Immediately their excitement and playful cheer was replaced by cowed haunches with tails tucked firmly between their legs. Her relief was palpable, leaving the lone kunoichi to sigh before remembering her three male companions… whose eyes all seemed to be staring at her as she nervously glanced in their direction. And suddenly, that volcanic temper sputtered out, replaced by the cold dejection she had long since grown used to carrying throughout these forced missions.
Her pace continued as it had been, the animals under her control now orderly and well managed as they walked trailing behind her. It would have been comical if it wasn't so apparent that the behavior stemmed from pure fear. If anything, the picture only served to piss her off even more. Rather than draw more attention to herself, she kept her temper under control.
Sakura was happy being a ninja, even if her reasons for joining the academy had changed since her initial youthful dreams. Memories of herself picturing the Uchiha prodigy saving a glorified, and quite honestly disproportioned, version of herself played like some mimicry of her current person. In fact, it was almost strange for the pinkette to recognize her feelings for the dark-haired boy on her squad, or that she'd ever felt anything for him in the first place.
Even glancing at him now she found none of the butterflies or nervous quivering from before. He was handsome enough true, that hadn't changed. But what she'd used to find attractive in his dark, mysterious eyes and the pale skin of his neck, she now felt only indifference towards. A stark change in comparison to the gravatonic pull that demanded her attention towards her second male companion; whose bright blond hair and dreamy blue eyes had grown on her, almost like a fungus or mold. But it had grown, nevertheless.
Carefully, slowly, her emerald gaze shifted towards the boy in question too preoccupied with his own hoard of beasts to notice her attention. She breathed a sigh of relief.
Her gaze lingered, longer than she knew she should allow, but she couldn't help herself. Because despite what Naruto might think, despite even what she kept telling herself, her feelings for the blond hadn't changed. In reality, it was only her understanding of their relationship that had shifted to what it was now.
Being with Naruto had been fantastic, amazing even if she were honest. In fact, it had been everything that that young girl had ever wanted in a relationship and then some! He made her feel loved, cherished and special, like she was important for a change, like she was the center of his world. Which is why she knew that she could never live up to what he thought, or rather, imagined of her.
The reminder of her shortcomings cracked across her consciousness like a whip, sharp and stinging. Embarrassment bloomed beneath her cheeks, and her eyes forcefully jerked back towards the long road and wooden fence posts on their trail. She let the disappointment that had been toiling in her chest frame her expression.
Even before she'd found him in bed with her stupid ex-best friend, there had been doubts that plagued the adolescent. For a young woman, how could there not have been? She'd managed to keep them at bay, of course, taking comfort from the way her lover stared at her longingly and lovingly, both during sex or when they were just mingling before, between or after missions and training. But whatever shield of confidence she'd managed to construct had been obliterated in a single swoop as soon as she walked in to see him and Ino wrapped in each other's arms.
Each time she even tried to think about returning to how things had been, to how they had been all she could see was the image of Naruto's smooth tanned complexion glistening in the sweat of his exertions, as well as the hot blush that seemed to reach all the way down the light pink of his nipples. That in of itself wasn't bad, what made it so painful was Ino's damned smirk staring back at her from Sakura's own face as she sat atop her lover and boyfriend, smug, knowing that in a single day she'd managed to give him the kind of pleasure Sakura had failed to deliver even after an entire month in each other's arms.
Again she was doomed to come in second place behind her rival, only this time in a way that actually mattered.
That day, the day she'd had her body stolen only to find it used against her, she'd honestly thought that she'd lost her boyfriend completely. Standing in that room before him, she had been terrified by the thought of hearing him say the words that would end their relationship, especially in front of Ino. So instead of subjecting herself to the shame of her own failures, she did the only thing that made sense, she cut him to the chase and ended their relationship before he had the chance to hurt her.
Of course, at the time she hadn't been thinking nearly so rationally. All of that fear and insecurity she'd suffered under for so long had melded together into an expression of pure rage. She could still feel the firm muscles of Naruto's neck and the bone of his jaw against her fist. The last time she had been able to touch him. The last time she would have seen him, if not for the fact they were forced together a handful of hours each day because they were on the same squad. Even still, she'd managed to guard her heart and face by communicating with her former boyfriend as little as possible. After all, once he'd been with a girl like Ino, how could she ever compete?
Which is why she'd been so surprised by his reaction the following day.
Knowing she'd have to face him, she hadn't been sure what to expect, just as she hadn't known what kind of face to make when they were finally reunited on the dusty morning road. But stumbling along, she was horrified to see him already waiting along with their third teammate. When it finally came down to it, she ended up falling back into their old pattern without even thinking.
She adamantly ignored the boy no matter how much she might wish to do the opposite. And yet, rather than return the favor, or worse, she was amazed to find the boy doing the same. Or rather, had once more reverted to the mercilessly constant stream of hail marries of interest that had, at one time, threatened to drive her towards murder.
He asked how her day was. He seemed to talk about nothing at all, switching from subject to subject as though he thought he might find some way to earn a response from her. He tried to get her to notice him period, only to fail in every respect. Well, at least from his perspective he was failing. In reality his nagging attention was devoured like water to a wilting plant. More than a few times he appeared to try and give her some kind explanation. And it was those times, and only those times that Sakura gave him her attention, usually in the form of glare or equally warm gestures.
Would she be happy getting back together with him? Possibly. Did she miss him? More than she ever thought possible. But she could already see where that kind of relationship would go, with her just being her, until Naruto finally realized she wasn't nearly as perfect as he seemed to have imagined after all these years.
Eventually, he would lose interest in her and realize just how little she had to offer him, how much time and effort he'd wasted on what had been nothing but his imagination. How could he not, especially now that he had experienced what it was like to be with a girl like Ino? At that point, he would stop reaching out to her altogether, or even notice her presence.
That was what Sakura feared, and it was what encouraged her to keep up this mask of anger even when she knew it was hurting him. What he wanted, it was an impossibility, something that had never existed. Years and years of chasing her through their time in the academy had given birth to a vision of her that she just couldn't live up too. He'd put her up on a pedestal and chased after her as though she were some priceless treasure, which meant letting him see and know the real girl, the real her could only disappoint him.
She wasn't perfect. She wasn't beautiful, maybe not ugly, but other than her hair she was an average girl by most standards. She was smart, yes but what good did that do other than to make her sound like a mouthy know-it-all?
So, she'd decided, why let him know the truth, why do something that would only hurt them both when she could let him keep his perfect dream and avoid being rejected when he realized it was just that? Before they'd gotten together, before he'd managed to talk his way into her panties, they had a perfectly fine relationship.
She hadn't appreciated it before, but she realized her mistake now. As long as she stayed just out of reach, keeping him at arm's length, he would continue chasing her until he finally gave up. And in a way, she could still keep him for herself in the same way.
It was hardly ideal, but it was still preferable knowing the alternative. At least this way she could keep him close, she could keep his interest for a time while preserving his dream even after he moved on. And for her, that was enough, to know he would move on, that he would find somebody better who wouldn't disappoint him while she would never have to feel her heart get torn apart by his rejection.
Submitting to her insecurities and twisted reasoning, Sakura worked through her missions in silence, sparing when instructed and doing her best to trudge through the chores they'd been assigned quickly and efficiently. All so that she could reach her favorite part of the day that much faster.
Handing the leashes back to the feral-looking woman in charge of the kennels, Sakura's relief doubled with anticipation as she quietly waited for today's attempt to get her attention. The one interaction she allowed herself.
She pretended not to care, of course, she had to, merely biding her time while Kakashi gave his farewells before vanishing in a poof of smoke and twirling leaves. Sasuke's quick departure marked the moment she had been waiting for as she turned towards her own home. And yet walking away, it was as though her entire existence focused on the space facing her back.
She was almost hyperaware of the blond boy's presence while her ears strained to hear the first hint of his voice. When his bright voice never sounded, she couldn't help but feel her pace slow, more and more to give him that much more time, all before coming to a complete stop.
Her airy expression pinched, furling despite knowing better. Every inch of her being screamed to look back, to the point she had to physically stop herself from whipping around to see what was keeping her crush. Instead, her posture remained straight and proud, all while her face glanced around in a gesture she promised herself seemed nonchalant. And yet, any and all pretense of disinterest vanished as soon as she managed to see her crush's expression.
He was watching her, which should have sent her heart thundering with enough joy to keep her from moping around the house for another day. But his expression, the… resignation in his eyes stopped whatever pleasure she might have derived from the gesture.
Naruto seemed sad, looking at her. And he lacked the usual desperation for her attention that she'd come to expect from him. It might have been self-centered, but she liked how much he seemed to desire her, even if she knew it was misplaced. Seeing him without it worried her however, it worried her a lot. Allowing her disinterested expression to drop, a small frown formed before, without warning, the downtrodden young boy closed his eyes, breaking their connection, and then turned around without a word to start on his way home.
His sudden departure left Sakura to stare after him for a change. And for the first time, it was she who wanted to call out to him.
Doubt ran rampant through her mind as she made her way home. What had she done wrong, had something happened today that was different from before, or could her plan have…?
Her face pinched. Well, that would just be too perfect, wouldn't it? She did her best to come up with this big strategy to keep Naruto to herself for as long as she could, only for it to push him into moving on after so little time. If that were the case, irony didn't quite describe the turn of events justice. Instead, poetic seemed a bit more apt, she always did hate poetry…
Did he lose interest in her already? Had he moved on that quickly? Or was he just tired of chasing someone that never seemed to return the favor? Her insecurities continued to play their games with her mind. Already her usually fair features had become drawn and gaunt, while all of her worst fears came one after the next. It wasn't long before she was accepting the possibility that Naruto might have already found a new girlfriend. Her progress home came to a halt as she was frozen on the spot. But then, rationality began to worm its way back into her thinking, allowing her to see how crazy she was being.
Just because he didn't call after her today didn't mean anything was wrong. In fact, it should be expected even, yes. "That makes sense, he was probably just tired. Wrestling with those dogs must have been hard after a long day, after all. And his spar with Sasuke seemed to wear him out. There are plenty of reasons for him to be so quiet. More, in fact, that leads away from a new love interest than towards," she told herself. She would see him tomorrow after all; everything was going to be okay and she still had some time left to enjoy what they had.
Sakura's mind, the one feature about herself the young woman seemed to value, continued to try and rationalize Naruto's strange behavior, swaying from dragging deprecation to anxiously dismissal. Where was the logical girl her teachers and parents had always praised for her ability to stay calm? Lately, it seemed like she'd been murdered, dropped in a ditch out in Rain country, and left to feed the birds. But then, somehow, Naruto appeared to the have that effect on people…
Even as a young girl she'd been known for her maturity, never having been one to get in trouble or act without thinking. She'd preened under the compliments at the time, reveling in the attention she never found in her peers. Except now, she saw herself behaving so strangely and making decisions that were impossibly inane. No matter how much time she tried to spend thinking things out, ultimately turning that asset into a weapon against herself. In the end, drifting listlessly towards her home, Sakura still hadn't made up her mind. Dwelling on the issue in a personal form of torture rather than using that brain power to find a solution.
"Maybe… maybe I should try and do something, just to be safe?" she asked herself as she opened the door to her parents' home. The lock and tumblers clicked and rolled as she locked the door behind her, entirely unperturbed by the hollow silence of the empty house. "Not talk to him of course! But… something. Just to make sure he doesn't give up on me already. Just to keep things the way they are a little longer." And yet, Sakura couldn't stop another voice from speaking up from the deepest corner of her mind, asking if that was really what she wanted, pointing out how eventually this was the result she was planning towards and expecting.
No answer came to her as she thought either of the questions over. Did she really want this? Was she going to be okay with this happening?
She didn't feel good about her decision to try and bait him a little, nor did she feel particularly relieved at the prospect of him moving on. It would have been more accurate to say it simply lessened the panic that had stricken her seeing Naruto walk away. It was adequate, something she could live with, rather than what she allowed herself to want. And for a girl who lived her entire life always feeling like she was in second place, settling was unfortunately familiar.
Things were going to be okay. She hadn't lost anything yet. And if she were smart, she wouldn't have to lose anything for some time.
The girl was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. Thankfully, she knew that if she kept herself busy, she could keep herself from thinking about any more topics she knew would only cause her more stress. Glancing around the familiar space the young woman was having a little trouble thinking of what could keep her mind occupied.
Usually, after missions, Sakura would return to find one of her parents enlisting her help with invoices or organizing their orders. When one was about to be filled she even found herself helping her father carry the heavy loads into the wagon her parents used to travel the country. But this month's orders had already been filled, loaded, and filed. And her parents would be gone for at least another week before they made it back from the capitol.
The hospital had been an odd development in her life, albeit one she was thankful for, if only because the familiar sense of accomplishment she'd found in learning from the friendly nurses who had taken her under their wing. After teaching her the contraceptive technique and seeing her proficiency in the field, they had been kind enough to invite her back for a few supplementary medical lessons.
It was safe and easy, for her at least, and not completely unlike the time she'd spent in the academy. Rather than running through the forest and getting all sweaty or beaten up by the two physically stronger boys in her squad, her lessons were filled with chakra control, memorization and, best of all, reading. Anatomy books and the nature of chakra, sure. But still!
She'd graduated from the academy as the number one kunoichi of her class thanks to her test scores. Unfortunately, that success had not translated as well as she'd hoped into the real world. She could understand and calculate the angle of kunai trajectory or measure the inherent tension required to lay a weighted trip wire all day and night. But what good did that do if she wasn't fast enough to throw the weapon before Sasuke and Naruto were right in front of her? How much did knowing how to balance a trap matter if she wasn't strong enough to lift the log on the other end? The only thing that made her great before graduation had become almost detrimental in the field. But… not at the hospital.
She didn't need strength or speed to learn how to heal people. And just looking at her teammates after a spar, she knew that kind of skill would be useful. For the first time since she earned her Hitai-ate, she felt like she might actually be useful and able to contribute to the village. Which, compared to the assignments she had been stuck with lately, sounded better than she could have hoped for. Maybe it was just because she was on a squad with an Uchiha prodigy and Naruto who never seemed to slow down, but Sakura would be lying if she said she hadn't been questioning her placement. But with this, at least she had a chance.
Learning the basics and nature of medical chakra was just too fascinating. She hadn't quite gotten it yet, but she felt like she was close! But then she remembered that she'd already gone to see the nurses yesterday. And the day before that. And… the day before that. And while the group of women had been more than happy to nurture a budding medical kunoichi when they could, they still had their jobs to do. Sakura already felt like she'd been pushing her luck the other day
So, no parents and no training to keep her busy. What else did that leave her? Not much. But that was okay because when it came to entertaining herself by herself, Sakura had years of practice. This particular solution came with an unusually pungent whiff of her stale sweat.
She paused mid-stride, her bored expression furled as she recognized the stink clinging to her skin. This afternoon had been unusually muggy, and the musky cloud of perspiration mingled with the undeniable scent of the dogs they had been walking was impossible to miss. Sakura felt disgusted with herself for not noticing sooner. Her eyes found the door to the bath down the hall, something close to hesitation starting in her gaze, almost as though she was reluctant to enter the room.
The green irises of her eyes shifted suspiciously, turning to the corner of her face as though to avoid staring directly at the empty hallway. Her lips, pinched in a line, parted enough for the top row of her teeth to sink into the bottom pillow.
She was the picture of indecision, which was odd considering how much the young woman enjoyed her baths. Especially after a long day out in the sun. The decision of what she could do to pass the time was decided for her.
Opening the door, she sighed at the familiar layout. It was a traditional setup, with a separate area to wash before luxuriating in the smaller bath. Filling the basin up with steaming water, she stepped back into the separate room beside the tile and bright lights to strip out of her qipao and shorts.
Lifting her collar overhead, the girly young woman had to suppress a flinch as she was blasted with the full scent of her sweat. She held the fabric away from her with evident distaste, pinching it between two outstretched fingers before allowing it to drop into the nearby hamper basket. She would do the actual laundry later, another chore to keep her mind distracted, but right now all she could focus on was feeling the salty granules of dried sweat clinging to her skin and urging her to remove the rest of her clothes.
Her shorts were next, slipping down her thighs without another thought. Reaching back, she pinched the clips of her bra only to sigh as soon as the elastic straps went slack around her shoulders and sides. Free from their cotton confinements, the meager mounds made the subtle shift against her skin, settling against her ribs gently. Finally her panties came last, falling from her thighs and exposing the image of her femininity.
Pink hair crowned her privates, thin and wispy yet growing fuller by the month. The strands faded along the cleft that shaped her folds, soft and shaded an innocent color. Bending over to pick up her discarded underwear, the pert shape of her backside parted to reveal the full line of her sex as it blended into the crevice of her rear in a quick flash of flesh that went forgotten as she balled up the wad of thin cotton before finally striding towards the main room. She opened the glass door and was about to step inside when her passing reflection in the nearby mirror caught her attention.
She stopped, turned and regarded her naked body with an unreadable expression. After a moment's hesitation, her hands settled around the base of her breasts, pushing up to cup the soft mounds before frowning.
Turning again, she arched hips she didn't entirely own yet while looking for the womanly shape she'd learned to aspire towards growing up. Dropped her hands, she bent her back, pressing them towards the ceiling while her eyes searched for any sign that they might have grown in the twenty-four hours since she'd last checked. She dropped the awkward pose with a sigh, finally giving up and forced to accept she was the same shapeless girl she'd always been.
The sting was sharp but familiar. When Sakura was younger, it had been worse, waiting for her body to blossom, as Mebuki had called it, only to realize she'd no doubt inherited the older Haruno's thin frame and less than enticing curves. Her mother was a beautiful woman, even now. But no one would call her buxom, or even mature, figure wise. And genetics had doomed her to the same eventual fate; no matter how much milk she forced down. However, such realizations had grown harsher as of late, for reasons that were more than obvious.
She did her best to put her disappointment behind her, walking nude into the tiled room to quickly check on the tub now full of warm water. She cut off the faucet, feeling goosebumps prickle the smooth surface of her arms and shoulders as the heated steam contrasted against the cool air-conditioned temperature of the house.
Compared to the rest of her parent's home the actual bathroom was a little more old-fashioned than the newer models most people in the village had. When she was little and had often taken baths with her parents, she enjoyed the outdated style, thinking it was fun. But after experiencing the ease of Naruto's simple shower and tub setup, all she could do was look at her own options and sigh.
A short pink bench was already sat near a large sink set against one of the walls. The pinkette carefully shifted her weight to sit down, feeling the smooth surface settle against her bare cheeks. Opening the faucet, she reached for the nearby head, testing the water against her hand before turning the spray on her body.
The water pressure was firm and berated her skin with a comfortable heat. Her frown disappeared, replaced by an open expression of bliss that only a woman seemed to understand after washing away the sweat of a long day. She took her time enjoying the sensation, soaking her skin and feeling the loose dirt shed away. Her eyes closed as she turned the water on her face and allowed the droplets to trickle down and soak into the long nurtured strands of her prized hair.
Soap and a loofa were set nearby as soon as she was finished with the spray. Applying a generous amount into the sponge, she sighed at the natural rosy sent that spread throughout the room as she worked it into a rich lather. Any lingering depression was forgotten as she rubbed the suds against her skin, basking in the comfort of cleanliness
Around her shoulders, under her arms, up and down her deceivingly thin biceps, her hands drew the soapy sponge across her upper body scrubbing away the day's layer of grime and dead skin. Turning towards her collar and neck, she drew in a deep breath enjoying the relaxing scent and sensation. The same abrasive texture drifted lower as she started on her chest, drawing the porous surface in slow circles towards her breasts. Eyes closed, the quiet smile she'd been enjoying slipped a fraction of an inch, although her hands continued without pause.
The sponge was warm and soft, with a surface that was only slightly textured as it drew against the tips of her breasts. With each pass, a pleasurable tingle was left in its wake along with the trail of glistening suds. Enough that the young woman found herself spending a few additional minutes painting her chest with the soapy mess.
Hers responded as any healthy body would, and the soft nubbins standing from the pale pink of her areola began to tighten and rise, becoming even more sensitive to the thoughtless indulgence. Her hands moved slowly, shifting to one breast and then the other as though she'd already forgotten she'd just cleaned it. Soon she pressed harder against the mounds, wringing the sponge against her body while excess soap slipped down her belly and between her legs. Small they might be, but it was that particular shape that allowed for sensitivity that lulled her into such casual lust
A sigh slipped through her parted lips. Her heartbeat increased of its own volition, answering the call of sudden blood flow as parts of her body swelled in reaction to her activity. An itch started between her legs urging her shapely thighs together in a weak attempt at friction. Hand in her lap; it was a natural motion to glide between her slippery thighs. It was only as the tip of her finger brushed against the swelling nub still tucked beneath her hood that her eyes snapped open and she realized what she'd been about to do.
…again.
The sensation of her finger standing out to brush against her lower lips finally pierced the fog of pleasure. She looked down at her chest only to blink at the blushing mounds, slightly swollen from the pleasure of her own hand. The warmth of the water had already painted her pale skin a softer rosy hue, and yet she couldn't help but notice the color appeared to stand out even more around specific areas.
She didn't appear shocked. She didn't even look overly concerned about her own wandering hands. If anything her expression was one of disappointment, with a healthy dose of shame. God, was she this far gone; to the point she couldn't even take a shower without…? Her hot cheeks burned even brighter. Squeezing her eyes shut, there was little she could do against the small shiver of sensation starting between her legs, and then up her spine.
Part of her considered standing up to dry off right then and there, stopping only because she could still feel the oils and dirt itching at the surface of her scalp.
This was ridiculous; she was here to take a bath. She could be naked for a few minutes without it leading to anything else. Hopefully, whoever she was trying to convince was more easily coerced than herself. Despite her words, even she couldn't deny the sudden haste she found in her motions as she went about scrubbing the rest of the body.
Rather than linger on the moment, Sakura did her best to shake off the lingering warmth stored beneath her flesh, turning the sponge to her legs in an attempt to escape her own body.
Much like her arms, the young girl's legs stretched from her frame as long thin columns. Although they had been slightly more shapely as of late, taking on subtle curves that would fill out more as she continued to grow.
Forced from her body, she stretched forward to rub against her shins and calves, quickly working her way back to the thicker pillar of her thighs. A layer of sparkling soap was left in her wake, clinging and dripping from the length of her legs in much the same way it now dripped from her breasts.
It wasn't until her hands reached for the inside of her thighs and she moved to splay her legs for better access that her fast motions slowed. The shame on her features redoubled, but not enough to disguise the want that itched at the apex of her femininity.
"Just a shower, just a shower," she repeated to herself as she allowed the loofa to slowly scrub against the tender flesh around her sex. If anything, getting so close without allowing herself to be touched only made the skin there feel even more sensitive, enough to draw a sigh from her strained lips. "I'm just here to clean myself. That is it. Nothing else." And while adamant to refuse the embarrassment of actually touching herself, the fact that she needed to remind herself at all was a humiliation all of its own.
She cleaned one leg and then the other. And yet, when it came time to move on she found her hands lingering just like before. Except this time she was all too aware of the pleasure building within her genitals, an irritating sensation without any of the discomfort. At least, not any kind that she was used to. This frustration was hot and pulsed and begged for her fingers to reach down rub it away. But she knew better; knew that if she paid it any attention, it would only get worse.
She'd never had this problem before, of course. Before he'd allowed her to feel what her body was capable of feeling, and before she'd suddenly been cut off from the energetic blond's regular attention. Yet another side effect of her relationship with the blond boy she loved to hate. Now, embarrassing as it was to admit, her body continued to crave the sensations of their lovemaking. Desire the young woman found herself wholly incapable of fulfilling on her own. But that didn't stop her from trying. No matter how much she might pray for the contrary.
It was too embarrassing to even think about, that she couldn't even control her own arousal. What was she, a dog in heat? Before, she'd had the luxury of blaming Naruto and his own excitement to crawl on top of her naked body day after day. After all, she was just putting up with him, right? She didn't actually enjoy having sex …at least, that's what she'd told herself, no matter how ridiculous. Now, she had no such smoke screen. And now, she was only beginning to understand that she might have been enjoying their afternoons more than she had allowed herself to admit.
She could feel that hunger now, pulsing between her legs. It was almost too easy to think back and imagine that impossible sensation as the young man entered her body for the first time, braced against her opening until she finally gave in. Followed by a tight pinch, and then a quick rush of tingles as her wetness was all too eager to ease his progress deeper into her warmth.
Their first coupling had only hurt, along with the second. And yet at that time, there had been another sensation she hadn't understood enough to identify; that only increased with each passing session. And now that she was forced to go without, she found herself craving the odd pressure from within her loins. Enough that she was even willing to try and fulfill the need herself.
The urge came upon her more and more regularly as of late. And to her shame, she'd been indulging in them just as often. Enough to even make her cautious about being naked and alone in the bath. Then again, considering how things had turned out, it appeared as though she'd had every right to be.
Her cheeks were warm, almost feverish as her hand lingered between her open thighs. Looking down, she could see the dark pink hair of her slit, where the skin itself had swelled under the bright flush of blood. What had been a perfectly normal part of her body now appeared puffy and irritated, as well as sensitive enough to feel even the slightest shift in the air as it blew against her skin. Finally, watching her hand move, she allowed the sponge to connect with the sensitive skin of her folds, shuttering as soon as she recognized the pressure.
"I just need to clean myself." She told herself, a wanton expression shattering any illusion of the truth of her intentions. But she was just a young woman; one that had just discovered her own body, and it would be some time before she learned the restraint that came with maturity.
Her head tilted back, eyes closing in a different kind of relief, she began to rub the sponge against her swollen lips. Gentle, and careful not to press too hard, even this amount of attention was enough to send a rush of sparks ticking her lower back and spine. Without being aware, her body responded on its own accord, opening her legs even wider until her posture appeared shameless. At the same time, her pert bottom inched towards the edge of her bench to better angle her opening towards the friction in her hand. In the steam heavy room, her breathing began to pick up, and she continued to take special care in cleaning her most private of areas.
The posture forced her small breasts up, their sharp pointed shapes hugging the lithe curves of her ribs with the barest amount of jiggling from her rhythmic motions. Beneath, her heart, whose pace had been building up to this point, now, reached a pace that visibly beat against the inside of her cavity. Carrying blood as it rushed to and from the swollen glands that fueled her lust. Soon she could even feel the steady muscles thrum inside the stubborn nub peeking out from the top of her lips. The hand that wasn't currently busy quickly found itself reaching back to prevent the girl from falling flat on her back on the warm wet tile.
Against her sex itself, Sakura enjoyed a mixture of sensations. Still holding the sponge, she didn't shy away from the occasional finger straying out to brush along the full length of her folds. Rocking her wrist and hips, her entire body had quickly found a rhythm unique only to her that carried her towards the pleasure her body had begun to crave. The one soap laced finger finding itself tracing her velvety entrance was becoming especially bold.
She still remembered the first time she was brave enough to explore the narrow passage of her sex. It still amazed her, kind of, just how soft she was, and not to mention how…wet that part of her could get. In the bath, it was harder to tell but that first night, tossing and turning before she finally gave in, she'd had to sleep without bottoms or underwear, having thoroughly soaked through both after a solid half hour working herself towards her release. That had been an awkward morning the next day, quickly shucking both fragrant garments into the hamper before her parents could wonder why she was wearing two different sets of sleepwear. But it hadn't stopped her from marveling over what she'd experienced, which was precisely what she was experiencing right this moment.
Only the smallest amount of pressure was required for the dainty finger to carefully slip inside the hot pocket of feminine flesh. The motion was embarrassingly well practiced by this point, so despite the immediate pleasure Sakura found from the sensation of her finger slipping inside her body she couldn't help but feel her cheeks redden a deeper shade of red than she imagined possible. The small intrusion was enough to send a shiver of warmth throughout her body from head to hertoes as she began to pump her wrist slowly. Finally, any more attempts to disguise her intentions were discarded as the limp loofa finally slipped from her weakened grip and fell to the floor.
Her entire body glistened with white suds while her hand began making small motions between her parted thighs. No longer drawn in relief, a new kind of pressure now pinched her features as it began to build and tighten around her invading digit. In a matter of minutes, even her breath appeared to clench in her lungs, made evident by the soft mewls of guilty pleasure that escaped with every sigh.
This was all Naruto's fault. He'd done this to her. He'd made her into this type of woman. Her life had been perfectly adequate until he'd barged in! Except now he was gone, and she couldn't go back. And that honestly might scare her even more than the thought of losing him. Which belied a truth even more profound than the pure lust she used as an excuse.
Yes, she missed having sex. Going from almost every afternoon to none at all had been a shock to her system that she hadn't been prepared for. But under that natural arousal and the now instinctive pulsing need that demanded attention was a hunger for something more than an orgasm.
She missed him. She missed how it had felt to press herself into his arms and just be held as their warm bodies dripped even more bodily fluid onto each other. She missed the firm sensation of his pecs under her tracing fingers, and she missed the impression of his arms settling around her shoulders and back while she slowly drifted off; knowing that he would still be there when she woke up.
This pleasure that she had learned to enjoy was as close as she could get to feel that safe warmth he instilled in her. A semblance of an echo she'd learned to associate with toe tingling pleasure and the only time of the day she didn't feel quite as lonely locked up in her parents' home instead of spending the day with her boyfriend. This pleasure she felt as her finger continued to wiggle within the tight confines of her youthful opening; it was a crutch that, when she closed her eyes, she could almost allow herself to pretend it was still him enjoying her body. Staring at her with such… love and desire that she had almost allowed herself to believe that she could be what he saw and imagined.
She continued her fantasy for a handful of moments, enjoying the sensation of her finger as she tried to work herself deeper with each thrust. Eyes clinched, all she had to do was remember his face, that dumb smile and even dumber expression; doing her best to repeat the sensations she remembered feeling as Naruto got her ready. And yet something wasn't right. Obviously. As embarrassing as it was to admit, she was used to feeling… larger fingers parting her lips and invading her passage. Naruto's hands came to mind, callused and clumsy at the time. And it was no wonder her own dainty manicured set were insubstantial. Maybe… if she tried adding another…
Sakura did just that, anxiously allowing her ring finger to join her middle inside her body. Relief came moments later, and she felt the small of her back arch to accommodate the stretching sensation of her inner muscles. It wasn't the same as what she was used too. But it helped. Oh my, it helped a lot…
The added girth massaging her inner walls only added to her pleasure, which she was more than happy to accept. The fantasy playing in her mind changed to allow Naruto's lips against her sensitive breasts, which she was forced to substitute with her fingers gently rolling the hardened nub between them, their soft pads a poor substitute for his rough lips, just as the flicking of her thumb couldn't match the warmth of his tongue. What had once been a shy, guilty act was quickly consuming her, which would have been understandable had she not jumped forward so willingly.
"Naruto-kun…" his name fell from her lips, over the quickened breaths that now filled her head with steam. Over the course of her life, it was amazing to think how many ways she said that five letter word and in so many ways. Angry, annoyed, spiteful, and most recently longingly, with relief and desire. And now, feeling a tingle start at the base of her spine, desperate would be added to that list.
"Narut-!"
The tension she'd been feeling wind around her fingers snapped and the small noises she'd been keeping trapped by biting her lips down erupted into a full moan that filled the otherwise quite bathroom.
Still open, the muscles lining her thighs clenched and quivered with a frantic spasm, each a throng of pleasure as it raced through her body. Twitching motions pulled her knees in the same direction, but the hand still buried in her folds made it impossible to close her legs completely. Like this, her small frame contorted and curled until the miniature seizer of pleasure passed.
For the next few minutes, the only thing Sakura managed to do was breath. The sounds of her gasping filling the air tainted with the scent of her own arousal mixed with that of her soap and shampoo. For those few seconds following her release she managed to forget about Naruto, and Ino, and everything else outside of her warm, clean space. But the fog had to clear eventually, and unlike before, when coming down from her high there were no strong arms holding her, no firm chest pressed against her face, just the cold wet floor and her own tangle of limbs and hair.
Sakura didn't say anything, she didn't even bother thinking beyond simple motor functions. After taking a moment to collect herself, she simply picked herself up off the warm tile of her parent's bathroom and washed off the last of the soap still clinging to her form. Nozzle wand in hand, the firm spray of water carried the leftover suds over the hills and valleys of her feminine form before pouring down her feet and towards the drain in the center of the room.
She went through the same methodical motions for her hair, tiredly applying the shampoo and conditioner to the long strands of pink hair weighed down against her back. What used to be a long, luxuriating process handled with love and care was carried out with all the attention and concern of an automated reaction. Since getting up, her hollow expression finally shifted as she moved to step into the large tub still releasing wisps and tendrils of steam from its surface.
Sinking down into the warm bath, she found the temperature was just a little more than what could be called comfortable. She didn't move to change it, however, simply allowing the heat to turn her skin an irritated shade of pink. Dunked all the way up to her nose, the rest of her body remained lost under the surface while her eyes stared ahead, frowning as much as the green orbs could express.
What was left of her orgasm remained through small tremors and a pleasant tingle in the tips of her toes and fingers. Despite having run and jumped and fought for an entire afternoon with her squad, only now did she feel the comfortable sore strain in her limbs that came after a powerful burst of pleasure. It was a satisfying sensation and it was meant to calm her after getting so worked up. Instead, all she felt was oddly hollow, as though something was missing in her post-coital bliss.
That's why she hated giving into her own body. Because she knew, after her pleasure, all it would do was make her miss Naruto even more. It made her feel so weak, leaving a lingering sense of shame that she couldn't shake no matter how much she tried to promise herself that it was the last time; because she knew it wouldn't be. And as soon as she started to feel lonely her body would start back up again responding to the only kind of love she had ever known.
A sigh passed through her lips, creating a small storm of bubbles that tickled her nose. Underneath the water, one hand still cupped her sex, too sensitive to play with really, but allowing her fingers to pet the folds was strangely comforting. Lying back in her tub, she quickly decided that she had done enough thinking over the past week.
Knees tucked up against the smaller tub the rest of her body lay submerged in the uncomfortably warm water. And just like she'd decided, she allowed the thoughts that had been plaguing her, good and bad, to dissolve; leaving her mind pleasantly empty. She didn't move, didn't think, she just existed. When even that sometimes felt like a chore, letting the sensation in her limbs turn numb until even her body felt like it was someplace far away became habit. Unfortunately, even in this relaxing atmosphere, her thoughts wouldn't stay silent for long. And of course where else would they turn except towards Naruto….
She returned to her earlier dilemma. Of how Naruto had ignored her today, or whatever that expression had meant. And what she would do if he really had reached that point already.
Ideas passed through her mind, some more ridiculous than others, such as trying to entice him and lure him back into their familiar relationship of him chasing after her while she kept him at arm's length. True, this result was what she wanted…but she didn't want to lose him…entirely, and not this soon. After what felt like half an hour soaking Sakura eventually came back to the most obvious answer, talking to the blue eyed boy.
Her eyes cracked open, already frowning. The stress and worries had pushed the young woman past her breaking point allowing her to feel slightly numb to it all. Which actually seemed to help her, in a way. Like her body and mind, she felt oddly detached from the situation. Instead of immediately shooting the idea down she let it play out and imagined how such a confrontation would go.
She imagined her admittedly awkward attempt at appearing casual; which would lead to Naruto's overexcited return; which would make her happy; but she couldn't let him know she's happy; so she rolls her eyes instead… and then he would talk to her… and she might try and talk back. That would continue until she forgets that she's supposed to be ignoring him so he could move on to find someone else. Then he invites her over to his house and she accepts without thinking because he makes it so easy! Where she just makes everything difficult and… and…
Tears were running down her face by this point, but she didn't move to wipe her eyes, letting the small trickle drain into her now lukewarm bath. It hurt to think about, but only because she knew it was true. She could hurt him all day and night, and he would still take her back like she was the next great flavor of ramen. A compliment she wouldn't have appreciated coming from anyone else.
That didn't subdue her fears, unfortunately. That he'll realize she isn't nearly as great as he's imagined. That he'll find out Ino or any other girl would no doubt treat him better. And the thought of losing him like that… Sakura paused, feeling her brow draw up in an arch as she realized, even if he did leave her, how could it make her feel worse than she already did…?
This had been the plan all along though hadn't it? Push him away, drive him away so he doesn't leave her, then they'll both be happy…
A voice in the back of her mind asked the simple question, if this was what she really wanted?
Silent for several long moments, it took her time to realize the difference between what she thought was right, and what she wanted. They were supposed to be the same thing, right? She was a good person. She's supposed to want what's best for Naruto. But that wasn't true.
No matter how good she thought of herself, or even that she was, humans by nature were selfish creatures. And it was time for her to confront that, even if it ended in pain, even if Naruto was hurt by her decisions, a part of her still wanted to try. So the question remained, did she care more about doing what was right, than what she wanted?
"…no…"
Shaking her head, she swallowed as understanding washed over her. She'd been an idiot, so afraid of what might happen that she couldn't even see what was happening now. She wasn't losing Naruto for his own good, she was pushing him away because of her own insecurities, and she didn't have anyone to blame but herself. As usual. Was it really her place to decide what was best for him? Hadn't he already made it plenty clear what he wanted?
Accepting that, she turned her thoughts inwards, peeling away the shroud her mind had cast, the disguise of doing this for him that hid the truth of just how weak and afraid she really was. However, that didn't mean she couldn't change. It wasn't too late. She still had time to talk to Naruto, to fix this, to make things right with him. After their next mission even!
It might hard but, even after dating him for a month and having sex with him for so many days… she never really allowed herself to open up to him. The one and only time she had, he listened to her, considered her thoughts and feelings about her former best friend, and not only offered his thoughts on the matter, he even offered to help!
He might be disappointed. He might decide she isn't worth chasing anymore. But… the more she learned about Naruto, the more she was starting to realize that he wasn't that type of person, which only made her guilt curdle even worse.
Naruto gave her everything, literally everything that he was and had. And that had scared her to the point of giving up when she should have been fighting harder than ever. So… what could she do to make it up to him?
Maybe… dinner? He was always the one who cooked for them when she was over; maybe it would be a nice gesture. And she had been thinking about taking advantage of this big empty house before Ino's stunt… They could talk. She could explain why she freaked out. And maybe afterword's… in her bed this time…just like when they first… made love.
Just thinking about it caused the girl's cheeks to erupt into color. And yet even the water couldn't disguise the smile threatening to split her cheeks.
She felt honestly happy for the first time in a week. Tomorrow she would talk to her squadmate. Tomorrow she would fix things. But today…
Sakura's joy tapered off as she realized how much time she had to get things together. Her parents had left a small envelope of ryo for food while they were gone but she hadn't had enough of an appetite to bother with more than a bowl of cereal for most of her meals. Not to mention cleaning up. The trash had been piling up higher than she liked and her room was a mess of old clothes. Tomorrow needed to be perfect which meant for the rest of today she needed to get busy.
Sitting up in the tub, Sakura was finally in her element setting out plans and working towards a goal. The house could wait until tonight, but the shops would be closing in a few hours. If she wanted to make what she was thinking possible, then she would need to make a few stops. Rather than be put off by this realization, the young woman felt invigorated. A refreshing change to the zombie she'd been. Without another word she stepped out of the bath reaching for a towel to dry the water clinging to her naked body. In a matter of minutes, she threw on an outfit and was out the door towards the market.
Naruto might be disappointed when he found out she wasn't anywhere nearly as perfect as he imagined. But that didn't mean she was going to let herself fall even further from what he believed her to be.
Meats and vegetables could be seen straining against the plastic bags hanging from each hand. Even still she smiled, feeling accomplished at getting so much done so quickly. She still had to grab a bag of flour from the grain stall, of course. As well as make a quick stop at the local library for a book on homemade noodles, but after a week of shuffling around, she now felt full of energy, ready and raring to go.
Well, kind of.
Hunger clawed at her belly, sharp enough to draw a short groan as she stood in the middle of the road. Her lack of an appetite was coming back with a vengeance and eager to make up for lost time. But she had too much to do to bother whipping anything up herself before leaving to run her errands. Suddenly the idea of dango came to mind, no doubt summoned by the sweet scent suddenly sharpening the twisting knot in her guts. Maybe it was time for a break…
The sun was high in the sky overhead, shining as a constant reminder of summertime in fire country. The crowd around her was just as afflicted by the state, hugging the walls of stalls where small shelves offered cool shadows and shade served to protect them. Sakura joined the small cluster already gathered around a small family owned shop and made her purchase from the same old woman who'd stood behind the counter since she was a little girl. Soon she was able to rest her bags against the ground as she sat on one of the benches outside.
A plate of eight sugary dumplings greeted her, skewered on two sticks covered in a honeyed glaze. In her other hand, she cradled a small glass of delicious, chilled Jasmine tea. The sweat from her errands could be felt dripping down her slender neck, which only made the sensation of the cold drink against her lips that much more refreshing. She licked the remaining drops away with a sigh before carefully biting into the first of her treats.
It was sweet, which Sakura loved. Another childish trait she couldn't seem to lose. But chewing the gummy, squishy food the young woman let this sign of immaturity slip through, reveling in the delight that shone through her grin. Cold tea and dango on a hot afternoon, nothing was better. And soon the pink haired girl was finishing the last of her meal, throwing back the last of her tea with a satisfied sigh.
She didn't get up right away, placing the plate beside her as people of the village continued by on their way and living their lives. She let her meal digest for a bit, taking comfort in the low shadows that staved off the evening heat.
Sakura loved her village. She really did. In moments like these when she was allowed to watch the undeniable life that thrived in the high domed walls and cliff face, it was a reminder of everything the ninja before her generation had strived to protect, and how she would be doing the same as soon as she was strong enough to take up the burden. Enjoying the smiles and laughter filling the air, some of the people even waved in her direction recognizing the iconic pink hair of her father. Having known many of these people all her life, she gladly returned the gesture basking in the peace she'd been unable to enjoy only hours prior.
More friends of her family happened by, and Sakura greeted them accordingly. Yes her parents were out of town. No, she didn't need anything. They would need to get together for dinner one of these days. Yes, she was still a ninja.
Enjoying the same exchanges several times over, a flash of yellow in the otherwise brown and bland mass easily caught her notice. Only for her eyes to widen at the sight of none other than one Ino Yamanaka.
The adults in front of her continued to babble, having no idea their words went completely unheard. Sakura hadn't seen the other girl since she'd dragged her out of Naruto's apartment, although, she had wondered if the blonde had felt any guilt over the fact that she'd effectively ruined someone's relationship. However, watching the young woman's positively beaming grin and sparkling gaze, Sakura was able to sense precisely how much guilt the other girl had been carrying. Her joyful expression dropped.
Idly, she realized the people she'd been talking to make some excuse to leave, and she did her best to return their farewells. But really, her attention remained on the golden ponytail whipping in the breeze.
Her back was facing her, occasionally turning to show off her perfect face and even more perfect figure. She looked like she was talking to someone, but Sakura couldn't see who. Instead, she took advantage of this rare opportunity to reflect on the girl who had once been her best friend.
Well, that didn't quite properly describe how their relationship had been. Sisters seemed more accurate, even if she had been taken the 'younger' role. A somewhat morose smile came to life as she looked back, recalling how her younger self had practically glued herself to the more confident girl, looking up to her in awe; solely for the fact that she never seemed to be afraid of anything.
As opposed to herself who couldn't even make friends without getting bullied for her oversized forehead. She'd grown into it eventually… mostly, but as a child all of her proportions seemed to be exaggerated, that part especially. Old insecurities were hard to put to rest, unfortunately. And even now she couldn't help but style her bangs with added care each morning. And even that had remained from advice given from the other girl.
Hair, clothes, flirting, just about everything that meant being a girl, Ino had to excel at. It's hard not to get a complex when you have that to compare yourself to. She knew that she'd developed a few. And in the end, that, more than anything else, had been what eventually drove them apart.
It was… weird to think she'd been talking about making up with the girl only a week prior. Of course, that had been before Ino had gone and shown just how out of her mind she really was. Still, relationships like that were hard to walk away from completely, and in her heart, she could feel lingering emotions of unresolved… everything.
They would never be friends again. Not after what she did to her. But… maybe after she resolved things with Naruto and they fixed what the blonde had broken… Sakura could approach the girl and let her know that she forgave her. She didn't understand why she would do something so objectively wrong, but so long as she was able to return to her happiness with Naruto nothing else mattered anymore.
The thought made her smile and left her chest warm. It was the right thing to do. The mature thing to do. And they were ninja now, which meant it was time for them to stop acting like children. Soon enough the village was going to be relying on them to take up the responsibility of their teachers and… and…
And whatever line of thought she'd been following was destroyed the moment she watched Ino exit the store she'd been in, followed immediately by Naruto.
Or she could kill her. Yes. That was it. She could kill her and finally free herself from the blonde girl whose life's mission seemed to center around ruining her life. The cup in her hand shattered and she moved to follow through with just that…
And there it is, chapter 7. I hope people enjoyed a bit more naked ninjas, a staple for any reader's diet. If you liked what you saw and want to see more, I would really appreciate you taking the time to leave a review. I don't demand it, but everyone I see makes my day a little brighter. Thanks and happy holidays.
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