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The One I Still Loved...	By : Legacy Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Naruto/Sakura Views: 6864 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The One I Still
Loved�

I tossed and turned restlessly in my bed with the light
pattering sounds of raindrops echoing in the background. Often times I found
the sound pleasant, very soothing, but for some reason tonight I still couldn�t
find the serenity of sleep.
The walls of my apartment seemed gloomy and dull, as my mind
tossed around so many rogue thoughts; random images from my past, my newly
appointed position as one of Konoha�s ANBU and a girl.
A very special girl�
A girl I�ve loved since even before Iruka-san told me the
meaning of the word. Thoughts on how I lost her, although I never had her, lost
to her own first love. I lost her, but I was happy. I was happy, because she
was happy. From all those years of trouble, she finally got her heart�s desire.
But the happiness didn�t last�
Neither mine nor hers, because slowly but surely her heart�s
desire was destroying her�
*Knock, Knock, Knock�*
I peeled a sky blue eye open and ran a hand through my
unruly blonde hair as I considered the sound. �Someone is knocking on my door,�
I said to myself. My gaze then fell to my left, looking at the digital clock,
�Someone is knocking on my door�at THREE IN THE MORNING!� I mentally exclaimed.
With a few mumbled curses, I grudgingly got out of bed. Granted, I hadn�t been
sleeping honestly, but it was the fact I freakin� had to get up in the first
place!
Since I wasn�t in anything more then a pair of boxers, I
hastily threw on the �Uber Ninja� t-shirt Lee
gave me for my birthday last year. Yeah, I know what you�re thinking; who
would�ve thought someone could sum me up in one t-shirt. :)
As I moved through my living room heading to the front door,
my mind was cycling through all the people that might visit me at such a late
hour. Was it one of the members from ANBU or maybe Tsunade with a super secret
important mission? I quickly dismissed those thoughts. Things had been rather
tame lately in Konoha with the fall of Akatsuki a few years ago. Then a new
thought came to me, from all the people I know, only one person kept
resurfacing and I prayed to god that it wasn�t her, because if it was, I don�t
know what I�d do.
I opened the door and silently cursed because once again my
prayers went unanswered�
<*>
Staring back at me was a weaken set of emerald green eyes
through a shorten crop of pink hair. We shared a gaze that I couldn�t hold for
so long because of the streaking tears coming from those eyes and the
developing bruises� The bloody split lip�The fact she was now favoring one
leg�The hair�The clothes that looked as though she just tangoed with some wild
animal or maybe an abusive lover. Not to mention at least a dozen other
injuries.
We both stood there for several seconds in silence. Sakura
shivered slightly as she continued to drip water onto my porch. She must have
walked all the way here through the rain, she was soaked! Her normally vibrant
strawberry pink hair now fell limply over her face in tattered strands.
I felt a reservoir of anger starting to boil inside me that
needed no assistance from the demon inside. A part of me wanted to go back the
way she came to finish that son of a bitch for good. But I couldn�t� And it was
either that or scream at the top of my lungs at her for allowing him to do this
to her again.
My inner turmoil must have shown on my face, because her gaze
fell from me to the floor. I bit back my anger and sighed. Yelling wouldn�t
solve anything. It hadn�t the first time she showed up at my door this way and
it wouldn�t help now. Besides no matter what happened I couldn�t stay angry
with her. So instead I said, �Just go sit on the couch, I�ll go get the first
aid kit.�
Wordlessly, she followed my instructions and came inside.
Immediately, I left the room to go to my bathroom. Within less than two minutes
I came back with all I needed and a few towels for her. I handed her the towels
for her to dry herself. She gave me a quiet, �Thank you,� in reply while she
slowly started to dry her hair. I returned with a weak smile then sat down
beside her.
�Let�s see what we have here,� I started saying, trying to
start a slight conversation to lighten the mood. I�d learned from Tsunade that
a good bedside manner can often be as beneficial to a patient, as the treatment
itself. It helped several times on the field during the few occasions where I
was needed as an extra hand to help tend to injured comrades.
But this wasn�t some other comrade�This was her!
So I fell under a blanket of silence�
<*>
My first task was to set that leg. My hands quickly flashed into
a series of signs then a light green glow started to encompass my hands. I
placed them gently on her knee then I looked up at her. Knowing what must come
next, she wore a stern look then bit her lip, bracing for the oncoming pain.
When I felt she was ready, I forcefully pressed down on the
joint. She released a sharp yelp of pain through clinched lips, but then was
silent. The hard part was over.
The next couple of minutes I spent wrapping her leg. I
placed another quick seal on the wrapping to aid with the joint�s healing. I
then tended to the few other superficial cuts and bruises, doing whatever I
could to postpone the next big task I would have to do. When I made my trip to
the bathroom to gather the supplies, I noticed the back of her gown was clearly
soaked through�with blood.
A few more minutes past and when I couldn�t put it off any
longer, I sighed and asked her to move up along the couch a little, while I
moved behind her.
When I sat down, I nearly gasped, I was right blood seeped
all the way through. Fighting down all the hundreds of vengeful urges I had, I
used the slender scissors that came with the kit to start cutting away the
fabric. As the material loosen and was pealing away, so did the wounds that
closed around the fabric started to reopen.
Sakura hissed and cried out in pain. I spun a series of
comforting phrases and apologies as I frantically worked. My world was nearly
collapsing around me, a mixture of wanting to hold and comfort her and also
wanting to get the job done as quickly as possible.
After ten minutes of agony on both our parts the last
remnants of the fabric was finally cut away. Sakura now sat in front of me bare
to the waist, with her slender naked back facing me. Any other time I would
have rejoiced at the scenario but in this instant; those types of thoughts were
far from me.
I was rendered speechless when I looked at the full extent
of what he did to her. It was a sight that nearly brought tears to my eyes,
because I didn�t understand how someone could do something so horrible to
something so beautiful.
Immediately, I went into another series of signs, then with
two fingers I lightly pressed in several areas between her upper and lower
back, to numb the nerve endings. At this moment I was so grateful that I had an
adopted big sister which was one of the greatest medical-nin around.
When it was done, I noticed the tensing of her shoulders
automatically eased, a small side of me smiled, glad to have brought her some
comfort, but then I looked again at her injuries and swallowed deep. My fingers
moved with an almost pitifully slowness as I applied the ointments and started
cleaning the blood and broken scar tissue. I stared at my own hands in
betrayal as they sluggishly worked. Even Sakura turn her head to the side and
looked at me out of the corner of her eyes in puzzlement. But I continued to
focus only on my listless task, because I knew why I was doing this; she had
been hurt so much and no matter what happened I didn�t want to add to it. Of
course my rational mind was telling me that she couldn�t feel anything, that
the medical-nin technique I placed was working, but the other side wasn�t
listening. So I continued with my sluggish pace, eventually moving on to
bandage up the wounds and I ended up giving her my shirt to wear. It was
several sizes to big for her and sometimes fell to the side exposing the white
skin of her delicate shoulders, but it was all I had at the moment.
After I finished my work, I couldn�t let her go without
holding her. I know I didn�t have any right to but I had to. I just had to
somehow subconsciously show her that regardless of whatever happened when she
left this apartment that she could always find comfort here. At first I felt
her tense in my arms, then after a few seconds she relaxed then drew further
into my embrace. I even noticed a small pleasing sigh pass from her lips.
We sat this way for several minutes, neither one of us
saying a thing to the other. Just content in enjoying the closeness we shared.
I was one of very few people that she�d allow to be this intimate with. She had
been hurt so much lately, that she withdrew into herself around some of the
people she once called friends. I was only so lucky because she knew the only
thing I desired was to be there for her.
Absentmindedly, I stroked my hands through her hair.
Although there was serenity in this moment we were sharing, I couldn�t help my
thoughts from drifting further. I was considering what tomorrow would bring.
She would return home and accept whatever bullshit apology that asshole would
give her. Then things would be quiet for a time, till it happened again. As I
sat there and thought about it, more of my conflicting emotions fought.
Apart of me, the one that spoke the loudest, that I knew was
being influenced by my own demon, wanted to dash out through the rain and storm
to find his sorry ass and make sure this never happened again. But I knew she
would stop me before my face felt the first drops of rain.
Me! One of Konoha�s most promising shinobi ever� Me! The one
who after several years of patience, intense training and meditation, finally
managed to quell the burning heart of the demon inside him� Me! The one who was
told after a few more years of training he�d be a prime candidate the the next
successor to the title of Hokage� Me! The loser, who still accomplished so many
things and had promise to do many more, yet this one girl could undo all that I
commanded�
�Because, to her I was still Naruto.
I wasn�t the elite ANBU ninja. I was just Naruto, her
friend, the wild, often brash guy that had an undying crush on her.
A part of me resented this. The fact that no matter what I
accomplished, no matter what challenge I conquered, no matter what lengths I�m
willing to travel�I was still Naruto.
But the more that I thought about it the more I realized.
Because of her, I always felt grounded. No matter how deep things became, or
how much I screwed up, my view never changed in her soft green eyes. From her,
I realized I could always find what so many people spend their lives looking
for�home.
<*>
Some more time passed and I noticed the soft steady breaths
that were coming from her. She had fallen asleep in my arms. I smiled at how
beautiful she looked while she slept. Carefully, I took her up into my arms.
She was so light and fragile, her weight was practically nothing. It was a
sharp contrast to how vicious she could get when properly motivated.
I missed that side of her. I hadn�t seen it since the two of
them started dating.
I carried her into my room and placed her down on the bed.
She looked contented lying there, totally at ease. I sat besides her a little
while longer just watching her sleep. I brushed a few strawberry strands away
from covering her forehead. I knew how much she valued its shape.
I then sighed. �Well, the couch can be comfortable too,� I
said to myself as I started to rise from the bed.
�Naruto,� I heard calling from behind me. I turned around
and saw Sakura sitting up, her enchanting green eyes fixed on me, the little
bit of my shirt had fallen down again exposing her bare shoulder. �Naruto�� she
whispered again then paused for a few seconds. Her eyes frowned up as if she
was considering what to say. �Why�Why you do you still�� her sentence drifted
off from there but I knew what she ask asking. What did I still allow her in?
Why did I still tend to her? Why didn�t I judge her or scold her?
I know the first few times; Sakura went to Ino for help. And
for a time, Ino permitted it, but it wasn�t for long. When Sakura stated she
didn�t want to go to the authorities about the abuse,
Ino flipped. That was the last time, after that she politely asked Sakura never
to come back. As harsh as it sounds, I can understand her feelings, it�s hard
to see someone you care about in so much pain and not being able to do anything
about it�And the fact Sakura was still allowing it.
Even me, the first time, I didn�t even think about going to
the authorities. I was going to take it up with Sasuke right then and there.
And I�d pitied the fool that would have to clean up whatever mess was left
afterward.
But she wouldn�t let me. Even after he hurt her so much, she
still cared for him and wanted to protect him.
He doesn�t deserve her�
<*>
I placed my hand over top of hers. �You know why�� I said
softly, answering her. It was what I told her everyday when we were kids in the
academy. Even after she started seeing him, it still didn�t changed the way I
felt. Even the six months I saw Hinata, after Sasuke and Sakura were going
together, the one I still loved was her.
Her face changed from confused to almost angry. �Naruto, how
can you!� she shouted. The loudest I heard her speak the whole night. �How can
you still...�
�Don�t�� I sharply cut her off, wiping away tears that I
didn�t even think she realized she was shedding. Why couldn�t she understand?
It was something I accepted a long time ago. I loved her, plain and simple.
But the look on her face�She almost looked ashamed, as if
she didn�t deserve any such worship. Like it was impossible for anyone to still
be in love with such a wretched thing. But, I was and I�m glad I was. The
shining smile on my face proved I didn�t regret my feelings either.
�Naruto�� her voice wavered. Her eyes, it was like for the
first time in all the time she knew me, she was actually seeing the real me. �Thank you!� she cried burying
herself deep into my arms. Her hands sought me, wrapping tightly around my
neck. Her perfect strawberry strands nestled under my chin, her head buried
into my chest, tears falling from her eyes. My own hands worked they�re way to
her back to hold her, I didn�t want to agitate her bandages, yet I still wanted
to be close to her. I always wanted to be close to her.
Through her soft sobs she quietly told me what had happened
tonight. Sasuke came home angry this night. An argument started, she didn�t
know who started it first. Then one too many words were said and everything
seemed to avalanche from there.
It was a fear I had. Through all his life Sasuke lived and
grew on his anger and hatred. At the destruction of his entire clan, that was
his brother Itachi�s instruction, to live a horrible hate-filled existence.
Sasuke called it an Avenger.
But now that his brother was dead by his own hands, the
anger still lived on. That was how he lived his entire life, through hate and
it seemed it wasn�t something he could turn off. The hate for his brother held
such a deep rooted place inside of him that when he was killed, there was left
a void, an emptiness that he couldn�t file all his anger into.
And because of that fact, Sakura now felt his wrath.
<*>
After her confession Sakura then moved slowly again,
pressing her soft cheek against mine. My ears were set a blaze from the
tinkling sensation of her warm steady breaths hitting them. She then pressed
back little, capturing me in her eyes. Her hands, which were wrapped around my
neck, were now running through my mess of blonde hair. It felt nice. It felt
really nice. But those eyes�Her eyes were still locked on me.
I could not tell you how long we stayed that way, locked
under each other�s gaze. Like her stare alone was unraveling every layer,
breaking down all the boundaries of my soul. It was as if everything I was, everything
I ever could be was plainly visible for her to see.
And then she kissed me...
The movement was so light, so fast, so�fantastic,
I backed up a bit out of pure shock. From the look of her face, I could tell
she was just as surprise by her own action as I was. But that didn�t stop her
from kissing me again.
When her lips touched mine again, it was as if something
exploded inside of me. Or maybe I should say set free. My lips were on hers,
her lips on mine. I was kissing her or was she kissing me? Regardless, all
rationale was lost in the midst of blind heat and emotion. Her hands roamed
along my bare chest, my hands caressing her subtle hips. I heard her moan, or
was that me, as we fell against the mattress.
Through the blind haze of our fiery actions, through the
need, through the want, �For god, how much I wanted this!� My conscious still
would make itself known. �Sakura-chan�� I hadn�t called her that in years. �We
shouldn�t do this�� I whispered in between the fevered kisses.
And what she said next hit me so profoundly that for the
next several days, whenever I thought about I still would be troubled, because
the look�the lost, lonely look that was on that girl�s face was heart
shattering. �Naruto�� she said her voice barely above a whisper, �Please, just
love me�� What little resistance that I had before was totally annihilated
after those words. She stared up at me with those same sad green eyes, her
fingers brushing through my hair.
�I love you�� I whispered to her in a tone that no one could
doubt my sincerity. Her eyes glistened from unshed tears as she took in my
words, then she launched herself at me with a kiss using strength I didn�t know
she was capable of. We challenged and parried each others attempts, deepening
the yearning emotions between us. Light kisses, lingered longer and longer as
we sampled each other�s lips.
My lips fell lower, capturing her neck in an assortment of
strong and gentle kisses.spanspan>I heard the
chiming sounds of Sakura cherishing my attempts with her soft moans echoing in
my ears. With shaky hands, cause �Yes...� I was scared; my hands caressed the
subtle curves of her body through the oversized shirt she was wearing. Her
fingers raked over my back as I heard her call me name.
My touch roamed further down her body, till I reached her pantied waist. I gently eased the lacey material down,
sliding it off her. My hands then returned tenderly massaged her bare bottom.
In retaliation I felt a tug at the hem of my boxers. I gave her a quick look,
staring at her through the darkness. �Was she smirking at me?� her bright eyes
seemed to dance with some inner laughter. I smiled back and complied, removing
the only shred of clothing I wore.
Everything from then on seemed to move as if in a dream. I
eased her down onto the bed, my lips kissing her and whispering all the things
I wanted to say to her ever since the first day I met her. It wasn�t bed talk
or some smooth lines to see moe mood, everything I said to her, I�ve longed so
long to tell her, but neither chance nor opportunity arrived.
�I�m sorry�� she said to me. �I didn�t know��
I accepted the words. Things have changed so much in the
last few years between us that we were hardly the same people anymore. But what
happened then didn�t matter anymore. All that mattered was the now and that we
were here together.
I gave her a final kiss then eased inside of her. She gasped
sharply as I entered, her fingers drawing thin lines across my back. Slowly I
drew back and eased into her again, gradually building a slow tempo. Sakura
whispered my name again, as she joined my rhythm. We steadily increased our
pace as the heat and passion between us soared, till we both reached the
summit.
In a light haze of warmth, emotion and love, we both came
together in unison. The effect seemed to last for several moments until we both
collapsed onto each other, the room echoing the sounds of our labored breaths.
Sweat covering our bodies like silk.
Regaining some strength I held her in my arms, allowing us
to savor the afterglow.
�Stay, with me�� I said to her.
��..�
�Stay, with me�� For this night, tomorrow, and every day
after.
��Ok.�
I knew that what we did this night would bring only trouble for
the future, but I didn�t care. After tonight, no matter what happened, I�ll
never allow him to hurt her again.
For several hours I just watched her sleep, nestled in the
warm comforts of my blankets and the even more soothing warmth of my embrace.

A/N: Ok, before anyone gets confused I wanted to set a few
things straight. I hate Sasuke. I hate that guy to no end. If anyone that knows
me personally, there hasn�t been a Naruto conversation I have, that I haven�t
mentioned my loathing.
Anyway, since there is a terrible lack of Naru/Saku lemons,
(Hell fics in general) I felt it mandatory that I wrote this. Now I expect this
to be a three part series. I have a few pages finished of the next chapter
already so stay tuned�that is if you liked it.
Ja ne!
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