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Bloody Tears	By : bloodyreign Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1170 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The party lasted a pretty long time, but when it finally ended and everyone set out for home, I kind of missed the party. I was sitting down, relaxing, when there was a knock on my door. I got up and called, “Who is it?” through the door.
“Me,” someone said.
I sighed. I could fool around and say, “Me, who?” even though I knew who it was, but I was agitated at the sound of his voice. He thought he could show up now, after the party had ended? Was he nuts?! I just opened the door. “What do you want, Uchiha?”
He was holding out my notebook silently. “I’ve finished with it.”
Eyes slightly wide, I took it. “T-thanks?”
Saying nothing more, he just turned away and left. I did not call him back.
I closed the door, locking it, and hugged my notebook. I was glad to have it back. I went into my room, set my notebook on the bedside table, went into the bathroom and got ready for bed. I was in my nightgown when another knock made me jump. I pulled my thick, fluffy, black robe on and went to the door and called through, “Who is it?”
“Temari.”
I opened it, slightly surprised. “Hi, Temari.”
“May I come in?”
I nodded, stepped aside.
“Gaara told me about your sister. I’m sorry about it.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”
“Perhaps you should tell your Hokage.”
I shook my head. “The Hokage has more important things to worry about.”
She sat at my table. “I know Gaara won’t spar with you for fear of hurting you, but I’m strong, too. Would you like to spar with me?”
I shrugged. “Sure, but when?”
“Now.”
“I’ll have to get dressed.”
“I’ll wait.”
I went into my bedroom, got dressed, pulled my wet hair into a pony tail, then came out. “I’m ready.”
She nodded, stood, and we went outside. I noticed for the first time--how the hell had I missed it?!--that she had a giant fan strapped to her back. “Ready?”
I nodded back. “Yes. I’m ready.” I crouched defensively. “Let’s go.
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Hours later, I’m guessing, we were both pretty worn out--which seemed to shock Temari--and I had really gained a lot of respect for her. She was good. We collapsed on the grass and she laughed shakily. “I can’t tell Gaara how strong you are, you know that.”
“I’m impressed, Temari. I’ll be honest. I didn’t think you’d be so strong. I think you’re the only girl I know that I would willingly fight.”
She laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It is. Most of the girls here are kind of . . . I hate to say it, but wimpy. They really aren’t that good. I really enjoyed fighting you.”
“I’m glad. I actually had fun, too. I didn’t think you’d be this good, either. You’re the first girl I know that I can say I’d be proud to have as a sister.”
I smiled at her for that. “Thanks. You’re really strong.”
“So are you,” she said, laughing. She got to her feet. “All right, I should get back to my little brothers. I hope we can help you find your sister.”
“Same here,” I said, standing. “I’m still worried about her.” She left and I went back inside to shower and get dressed for bed. I was getting into my bed when I knocked over my notebook. It landed and opened onto the last page of my notebook, which used to be empty. I looked down at it and there was something written on it. Not in my handwriting. I bent, picked up my notebook, turned it so I could read it and in Uchiha’s handwriting was, “I like you, too.” I shut the notebook quickly, mind reeling, and, after throwing it against the far wall, I climbed into bed and fell into deep, meaningless sleep.
I had intentionally snuck off once we were in the forest for the survival part of the exam. I didn’t really want to face Uchiha after reading that page in my notebook. I wasn’t sure what to say. I was walking when I saw Gaara--I watched him execute the loudmouth trio effortlessly. A thought passed through my head. Just one thought: I should fear this guy. But I didn’t fear him. I went up to him. “Hey, Gaara.”
He turned and his eyes flashed between the three dead bodies and me. “Star,” he said, voice soft.
“I see you’ve got all your scrolls,” I said, smiling.
He nodded.
“Lucky you. We still need our Heaven Scroll.” I made a face.
“You’re in luck. These three were carrying a Heaven Scroll,” Kankuro said. “We don’t need it.” He tossed it to me. “You don’t mind, do you, Gaara?”
He shook his head. “No, of course not.” Once more his eyes shot to the three bodies, then back to me. “You have blood on your cheek.” His eyes narrowed. “Who hit you?”
I rubbed the blood off, only for more to seep out of the cut. “Nobody. I was just running and tripped. Which is really embarrassing for me to say since I’m supposed to be a grand Ninja, you know.” I groaned. “But I did, I tripped.”
He came up to me, touching the wound. He growled. “This looks like a kunai mark,” he said, voice lower. “So I’ll ask again. Who hit you?”
I widened eyes. I really hadn’t been struck. I’d told the truth--hadn’t I? “I’m not lying, Gaara. I promise that to you. As far as I know, I got the cut when I tripped. I did go past a fighting group of people, but other than that, I’ve been out of the fighting.”
“One of them must’ve thrown a kunai and it must’ve grazed you,” Temari said, examining the cut, “because Gaara’s right. That’s a kunai wound.”
I tried to touch it and Gaara gripped my wrist, studying my palm. “You did trip,” he said, noticing the scrapes across my palm. “Why did you trip? What did you fall over?”
I shrugged. “I don’t really know, honestly. I just lost my balance.”
“Did you lose your balance after your cheek got cut?”
“I think so,” I answered, looking up at Temari. “Yea, it was.”
“How long ago was this?” Gaara’s eyes were dangerously narrowed. “I don’t think they hit you by accident.
“Why would they purposely hit me?”
“Thinking you were alone, an easy target. I don’t think they realized you would just keep going.”
“Or maybe they thought she was running from them,” Kankuro suggested, scanning the trees. “They might have seen her come out here and watched us finish off those three and maybe they decided they didn’t want to mess with her.” He turned his green eyes back to me, grinning. “After all, Gaara is pretty scary and she’s so tiny, you wouldn’t think she’d make much of an opponent.”
“Gaara’s the same size I am,” I pointed out.
“Gaara’s a little taller than you are and if they were watching, they just saw him finish off those three.”
Gaara glared at his brother at the mention of him killing them, but I shrugged. “I don’t think there’s anything scary about Gaara, but oh, well. Some people are just dense.”
Kankuro stared at me like he thought I was dense. “You saw him kill them off.”
I shrugged. “He’s not the only one that’s killed people before.”
“You’ve killed?” the boy in question asked.
I nodded. “Yea. Death isn’t something I’m new to.”
There seemed to be some relief cross Gaara’s face and Temari said, “That would explain why you had almost no reaction when you saw Gaara kill those three.”
I shrugged. “Like I said, I’ve killed before.”
“So you’re not completely innocent. Well, that would explain why Gaara doesn’t scare you, then.” Kankuro grinned. “Although, it still means you’re weird!”
I grinned. “I am weird.”
I heard my name being called a moment before a kunai shot past me. I almost screamed for Gaara to watch out, but my concern was quickly gone when the sand came up to block the kunai easily before I could say anything. A hand was on the back of my shirt as someone dragged me back. I recognized the scent as Sasuke. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he was growling as he pulled me back. “Disappearing so quickly after we got here!”
I twisted, trying to get free of him before the look in Gaara’s eyes turned to actions. “Sasuke, what the hell!”
“Let her go, Uchiha,” he said calmly.
“Stay out of this! This is a team dispute.” He pulled me around to face him. “Do you realize how dangerous it is out here?” His eyes narrowed when he saw my cheek. “What the hell happened to your cheek? Who hurt you?”
“It was nothing. It was probably just an-”
“Who. Hit. You?” His voice was deadly calm.
“I don’t know. We were just talking about-”
He growled. “I don’t care what you were talking about. All I care about is how you got hurt.”
“I’m fine, Sasuke. It’s just a cut.” I pushed away from him, turned to smile at Gaara, who was glaring at Sasuke. “Don’t mind him. Sasuke has the social graces of a bull dog.”
Temari smiled, but her eyes were worried as she watched Gaara. “Most boys do.”
I turned, smacked Sasuke, went back up to Gaara and hugged him.
Watching Sasuke with deadly eyes, Gaara put his hand to my chin, tipped my head up slightly and put his mouth to mine. It was soft, gentle, and his attention was mostly on Sasuke--whose rage I could feel from even this far away--but it made my eyes widen. When I tried to shift away, his attention flicked to me, his hand tightened around my chin and he angled his mouth slightly over mine, putting his mouth more firmly to mine. One hand went to the small of my back and he pulled me closer to him. My hands came to rest on his shoulders.
I could feel Sasuke’s rage building and I focused on his mind. It was harder than Kiba or Hinata, but I was able to push, Don’t do it, into his mind. I felt him freeze. Star? Are you in my mind?
Yes. Stay back, don’t do anything. I don’t want a fight started over this.
I wasn’t about to start a fight. . . .
Even in his mind, it sounded like a lame lie. Liar. You are looking for any excuse to hurt him. Just don’t start a fight. Please. The tip of Gaara’s tongue flashed across the slight parting of my lips, which forced my mind to focus on him. I think he did that on purpose.
When he pulled back, his eyes were smiling at me; then they flashed to glare at Sasuke. He released me, one hand trailing down my arm as I stepped away. He cupped my hand in his, raised my hand and brushed his lips across my knuckles before releasing it. “See you soon, Star,” he said, voice full of promised violence aimed at Sasuke.
Sasuke growled. “Let’s go, Star.”
I nodded, smiled at Gaara, waved at his siblings and followed Sasuke into the brush.
“Star!” Temari called, running up to me. She handed me the Heaven Scroll I must’ve dropped. “Here, don’t forget this.” She smiled and Sasuke grabbed my arm to pull me along with him, not even stopping to comment on the Heaven Scroll in my hands.Honestly, I don’t think I’d have been able to answer any questions. My mind was pretty much blanked out from Gaara’s kiss. All I could think was, Omg, he just kissed me. over and over again.
He didn’t stop for a long time and, when he did, he started pacing. He was furious. Beyond furious. He stopped pacing when I sat down on the ground to watch him. Instead of pacing now, he turned to study me. A few minutes later, he reached down, grabbed my arm and was pulling me to my feet.
In the middle of that pull, I started to say, “Sasuke, don’t be mad. He’s just afraid to lose me.” I got to “Sasuke” and one of his arms was crushingly tight around my waist while the other one had fisted in the hair at the nape of my neck and he yanked downward, causing me to gasp and lose what I was saying. A mere second later, his mouth was on mine. I froze, body stiff and hard, eyes wide. The force of his yank on my hair had forced my head to tip back just enough that he could claim my mouth with ease. My arms were trapped at my side and I struggled slightly, which caused his arm to tighten around me. My heart was pounding and I wasn’t sure if it was in fear or something else. I tried to move my head back down and he yanked on my hair again, forcing me to look back up and eliciting a gasp from me.
He took advantage of that gasp, pulling my lower lip between his lips; then he used his lips, teeth and tongue to roll my lip gently, biting down on it and sucking at the same time, hand tightening in my hair.
I drifted, then, but not away from him. I felt my body relax, mold into his and because I’d relaxed, his arm had loosened enough for me to bring my hands up to fist in the material of his shirt. When my arms were out of the way, his arm tightened around my waist subtly and he let go of my hair. The moment he let go of my hair, I remembered where I was and who I was with. My eyes flashed open and I shoved away from him, falling onto my ass when I did. I could feel that my eyes were wide. I tried three times before I could say his name. “S-Sasuke?”
He smirked at me, but I could see there was a layer of shock under the smirk. He was just as shaken as I was. He just wasn’t showing it. “What?”
“W-what was that about?” I couldn’t keep the quaver out of my voice.
His smirk widened. “I wanted to.”
“Why?”
The smirk vanished, to be replaced by a completely serious look as he knelt by me. “I wanted to.”
“Why?!”
He shrugged, kneeling beside me. “I’ve wanted to for awhile, now. I just never got the chance. When I saw him,” he growled, “kiss you, I realized I was never going to get my chance unless I took it.”
I stared at him, unsure of what to say, then shook my head. “This-it’s not-nobody has to know about any of this.”
His eyes seemed to chill. “Why?”
“I’m not-I don’t know . . . I don’t know how to handle this right now.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What?”
“I just-give me time to deal with this, to come to terms with the fact that I was just kissed by two different guys; one of which is the one everyone wants and the other is the one everyone fears.” I shook my head again. “Please, just let me-give me time to think.”
He studied me, one brow elevated. “What is it you are going to think about?”
“Okay, look, just . . . I don’t want Gaara seeing or knowing about that.”
“You want me to hide what I feel just so you won’t hurt his feelings? Do you think I care-”
“Please?”
He scowled, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Fine. But I will not pretend around anyone else. You want to hide it from him, fine, but I am not going to hide it from anyone else.”
“W-what?”
“When there’s no chance of him seeing anything,” he knelt, “like now, I will do as I please.”
My eyes widened and I backed away. “W-what?”
He reached out one hand to me, standing. “Just take my hand. Let’s get back to the rest of the team.”
I hesitantly lay my hand in his. “Why are you being nice?”
He closed his hand around mine and gently pulled me to my feet. “Maybe I want to be nice.” One hand came up to my cheek and he smiled slightly. “Maybe I like you.” He leant in-
I backed away, eyes wide. “No, don’t.”
“Why?” He reached out for me.
I backed further away, holding out one hand to ward him off. “Don’t.”
He grabbed that hand, yanked me into him, one arm going around my waist to keep me captive. He let go of my wrist, keeping both my arms trapped between my chest and his chest. His other hand came up to fist in the hair at the nape of my neck. He jerked down, forcing my mouth up to his.
A second passed and I sank my sharp teeth into his lower lip.
With a small sound, he pulled away, letting go of my hair to put his hand to his lip. It was bleeding. “You just bit me.”
“And I’ll do it again!”
“Why the hell did you bite me?”
I pushed at him. “You’re not . . . Sasuke.”
“Why am I not Sasuke?”
“Because of what you just did!”
He smirked. “You think someone would pretend to be me to do that? Who would be that stupid?”
“Well, Naruto is always trying to pull off being you, but I don’t think he’d kiss me. . . .”
“If he did, I’d kill him.” His voice was coldly serious when he said that.
“H-he wouldn’t.”
“Anyone else who would do that would be courting their death.” He cupped my chin in his palm, forcing me to meet his eyes. “If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve killed Gaara for kissing you.” His eyes turned gentle. “So you should know it’s me.”
“How do I know for certain?” I could feel that my eyes were wide when I asked that.
He leant down to whisper, “Do you remember what I wrote in your notebook? Who else but me would know that?”
I froze. “I-I remember.”
“And that is your notebook. I was the last to have it. So how would anyone else have written that?”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t know what to say.
“What did I write, Star?” When I said nothing, he said, “I wrote, ‘I like you, too.’”
I froze, stiffening.
“Why would I write that, Star? Unless . . . unless I know you like me.” He pulled back enough for me to see the smirk. “And how would I know that unless I know you well enough to come to that assumption?”
I blushed, pushing against him. “I do not like you. . . .”
The smirk widened slightly and he leant back in to whisper against my ear, “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have given into me the first time I kissed you.”
“I-I didn’t give in to you!” I was blushing darker now, dark enough I hid my face against his shoulder. I shook my head. “Y-you caught me off-guard!”
He pushed my face back up so he could see my eyes. He was smiling still. “You’re never off-guard.” I tried to look away, but he held me steady with his hand on my chin. “A friend of mine said I was deluding myself by not admitting how I feel about you. He called me a coward because I didn’t want to tell you. It took me a little while, but I realized he was right.” He looked down, putting his forehead against mine. “Now I see that I’ve been fooling myself all along. Even when we were fighting all the time, I liked you. I just never wanted to face it, so I started fights with you.”
I tried to move away again. “We hated each other.”
A small smile. “Honestly, did you ever hate me?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Well?”
I shook my head. “No . . . I never hated you. I just thought you were too full of yourself.”
He smirked. “Too arrogant.”
“And you are,” I added. “But after you let someone get to know you, you’re really not bad.” I blushed at that. “Okay, now let me go. . . .”
He raised my face up to his and put his mouth softly to mine, saying, “Not yet,” as he did.
For a minute, I almost bit him again, but the taste of his blood overrode my senses and I leant into him, savoring the taste. It was spicy, so much so it burnt, but I loved it.
He moved his hand to my cheek, cupping it gently, but kept his arm tight around my waist, keeping me trapped. He pulled away after a minute, letting his arm fall away slowly, but putting both arms on my shoulders to keep me in place.
I looked down, away from him, blushing.
“You’re shy,” he said softly. “Never thought you’d be shy.”
“I’m not shy. . . .” My voice was softer than I’d wanted.
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “You are shy.”
“Can we get back to the team?”
“Yea. I think we should.” One of his hands moved down my arm, taking my hand into his. “Let’s go.”
I yanked at my hand, but he held firm. “Sa-”
He shook his head. “Don’t,” was all he said, but the tone he silenced me. Still gripping my hand, he led me back to the team.
Naruto saw us first. His eyes moved down to see that we were holding hands and they widened. “Are you okay, Star?”
I pulled my hand away from his. “Yea. I’m fine. I just needed to walk.”
His eyes flashed to Sasuke. “Where did you go and why is there blood on your cheek?”
Sasuke looked over at me, eyes narrowing when he remembered my scratch. He reached over and rubbed off the caked-on blood. “The scratch is gone,” he said softly, “and there’s blood on your lip.”
I licked the blood off. Spicy.
He smirked. “My blood, I’m guessing. My blood healed you with that small amount. That must mean I’m stronger than you.”
“I guess.”
Naruto stared at us. “How did-wait, what?!”
I looked over at Naruto, shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry about it.”
“Worry about what?”
“I drink blood,” I said dismissively. “And when I do, I can heal myself. With special enough blood, I heal anything instantly. I also gain abilities with each swallow of blood and my powers double.”
“Oh, wow! Wait, is that why there’s blood on your lip?! Who did you bite?!”
“Me,” Sasuke said, uninterested, wiping the remaining blood off his lower lip. “Not that it matters.”
I smiled when his lower lip was visible. I’d made a nice little scratch. I’d bet it would scar.
He glanced at me, raising his brow. “What?”
“I’ll bet that scars. . . .”
He touched his lip, shrugged.
“I hope that scars.”
He smirked. “Oh, don’t let it go to your head. You got one wound on me.”
“Why is he bleeding, anyway?”
I shrugged. “It’s his own fault.”
“It doesn’t matter, idiot.”
“But-”
“Star, Sasuke, there you are!” Sakura said, coming into the clearing. “We’ve been looking for you for forever now! Where did you go?”
“I just needed to go on a walk,” I said.
“I went after her because she has no sense when it comes to people she should leave alone.” He scowled. “Like that Gaara kid.”
“He’s still my friend,” I said, glaring at him. “And that’s not going to change just because you don’t like him.”
“I could just kill him.” The words were accompanied by a cold, analytical look in his eyes.
“Don’t you dare. He’s a good guy. You just don’t like him.”
“Damn right I don’t. He’s dangerous to you.”
“He is not. He’d never hurt me.”
“You don’t know that.”
For some reason, arguing with him made me smile. Then laugh.
His eyes widened. “Um, Star?”
“We’re arguing again,” I explained, smiling.
He smiled slightly. “Over your safety.”
“You two are always arguing,” Sakura said, annoyed. “Why does it matter?”
I shook my head. “Nothing, it doesn’t matter. Shall we move on?”
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I covered myself with my wings defensively, readying myself for the hundreds of kunai that were about to hit me. A sound, then a grunt. I peeked out between my wings. My eyes widened. “You idiot!”
Sasuke had moved to block me, taking the kunai himself.
I growled. “You idiot! I was blocking myself! I didn’t need your help!”
He dropped to his knees, yanking out one of the kunai and standing back up, holding it at the ready. He threw it, putting all his strength behind that throw, then fell once again, this time not getting up. That kunai hit the enemy in the chest. She screamed, backed away, and I hurried to Sasuke. Sakura was beside me in an instant.
“Oh, God, is-is he-will he be-” she seemed to be panicking way too much for my liking.
I reached across and slapped her, getting wide eyes from her. “Sakura, you can’t help anyone if you don’t calm down. Now listen to me. I need you to do exactly as I say, got it?”
She nodded, eyes teary. “Got it.”
“You need to take out a kunai every time I say to. Do not do it before I say. After you rip out a kunai, I’m going to feel him my blood. Don’t ask why, I’ll explain it all later. That’s the only chance he has right now. Can you do that?”
She nodded again. “I can.”
“Okay.” I took one of the kunai that had hit him and bounced off and slit my wrist open. “Okay, the one near his lungs, yank it out.
She gripped it, pulling. It came free with a sucking sound which made her sob.
I put my wrist to his lips, forcing him to swallow. “Okay, the one in his lung.”
She obeyed.
“Shoulder.” When that was done, I said, “The other one in his lung.” I continued to give out specific kunai for a good few minutes until a kunai whizzed by my face. I stood, glaring at the girl. “That’s enough,” I said, glaring at her. I raised my hand up, I don’t know why, but I did. A black glow covered my hand, little silver dots appearing inside. The glow moved up my arm, covering my whole body. I reached out with that glow, pushing it to engulf the girl. Little cuts appeared on the girl’s body, tiny, bleeding cuts. I could feel my power pushing into her body, pushing our her own power. Her power leaked out as mine forced inside and she was screaming a high, frantic, painful scream. I closed my hand quickly and my power came out just as quickly, tearing out of her with pain, blood and skin. Blood flew everywhere, an arm flew over my head. When it was clear, I could see her body--or what remained of it. It was mangled, bones crushed and sticking out of her skin. I let my hand fall and she fell to the ground. Exhaustion filled me, but I turned and continued to heal Sasuke, mind rushing to figure out where I had gotten that move and why I had used it.
I continued to heal him while Sakura pulled out the kunai until I could barely breathe. I had to stop. I felt my strength ebbing. I let myself fall to my back, struggling to breathe. Great. Naruto was unconscious, Sasuke half-healed, half-dead and now I was completely out of energy. There was only one kunai left. I pushed myself up. “Pu-pull it out.”
She did, quickly.
I fed him more blood, then let myself fall back again. “Get-get both of them out of here. Now.”
“What about you?”
“I’m not going to be able to move for awhile. I’ll catch up with you.”
She nodded, pulled Sasuke’s arm over her shoulder and stood, going to get Naruto.
I let myself drift, not sure if I could come back from this. Using that move had cost me a lot of energy I hadn’t really had to begin with; then pushing energy, power and blood into Sasuke had drained me more. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe.
So this is what death feels like. . . .
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