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To Expect the Unexpected	By : Vermaxen Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1675 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-To Expect the Unexpected
- 1
So, I’m still thinking about doing a Neji/Saku
piece for Variety Pack, among other things, but until I’m inspired I guess I’ll
get crack a lackin on this.

This was a gift for KuroOkami who said she’d draw me Shino/Saku
if I wrote some more for them. Well,
here is what I wrote, and I hope I get to see those Shino/Saku
pics (or anything else she might draw) soon. I do so love fanart. And I’m so easily bribed.
. . but really only easily bribed for a few pairings. . .

(Anyone want to bribe me with NaruSaku
or GaaSaku anything?
Anyone? Anyone?)

Bah. Enjoy. ^____^

Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto or
anything resembling rights to it. This fanfiction is just me fiddling on a keyboard.

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“It isn’t that I dislike you. . .
it’s. . .” Sakura was tongue tied and
she attempted to find the right word to express the sentiments she had been
keeping in check for the last few days.
“You seemed to be so creepy. . .”
She bit her lip and tried not to think about how the man in front of her
had taken this news. His face was
impassive.

“I see.” Those eyes
she had so longed to see turned from her as he contemplated the window across
the room. “I troubled you. It won’t happen again.”

Other people might have mistaken his reaction for something
along the lines of uncaring, but Sakura had a feeling that this obscure retreat
was born of hurt. She hadn’t wanted to
hurt him, but then she was a little afraid of the thoughts that meandered
through her head about him in general but about them together in specific.

“Shino. . .”

“Please, if you are uncomfortable then you do not have to
feel obligated to stay here.” That was
as close as she had ever heard him get to anger, in this brief span of time they
had spent in this little inn on the edge of a Wave country fishing
village. It was almost a week now, since
the mission was put on hiatus for them.
It wasn’t something either of them could help.

“No.” Sakura said,
making up her mind to see this through.
“I said ‘seemed’, past tense, and now I think that you’re.
. . analytical.”

His reaction actually surprised her. “I fail to see how that is better, in this
situation.” Shino reached a hand up,
from where it had lain by his side, and ran his fingers through Sakura’s
dangling hair while she continued to sit on the side of the bed. “Unless you wish to be
analyzed.”

“Give it a try. I’ll
tell you what I think afterwards.” Her
heartbeat resounded in her ears.

“Remember that you asked for it.” Shino said as he sat up more and leaned back
against the headboard. Those disturbing
pupil-less black eyes, dark holes she was sinking into, leveled on her.

Sakura gave a nervous swallow and thought to herself that if
this ruined everything then it was all her fault. She could have walked away from all of this tomorrow,
and no one would have been the wiser. Tsunade had often warned her about how emotionally
involving it got taking care of people as patients, but Sakura wondered if that
was all this was or if this pull held the hint of something more. Up until now they were both victims of
circumstance.

When Sakura had been sent with Shino on a ‘diplomatic’
mission to the Wave country, she had been displeased and a little bit more than
uneasy. Aburame
Shino was one of the least social, least predictable, and least controllable
ninjas on any team unless the team leader was highly skilled and respected. After a while, Tsunade
had gotten fed up with his tendency not to work well with teams and instead
assigned him on missions alone or with one other person at most. Sakura was the winner of that honor for the
mission that took them to Wave country lands.
It was her punishment for not listening to Tsunade
and skipping out on training to go to a party that Ino
had invited her to. She was only eighteen, there was no reason to use all that time for
training.

That was an excuse of course. She hadn’t gone to a party, nothing of the
kind. It had been the anniversary of. . . of the first chuunin exam
she had been in. It was a special day to
her, and she had wanted some time alone. Well, now she had gotten a lot of it.

It galled her that while she could save people’s lives, heal
near fatal wounds, cleanse systems of poison, and even perform some rudimentary
counseling, she still couldn’t do anything against the
common cold. A virus was a virus and it
had to run its course. They had traveled
in the middle of a monsoon to get to the Wave country, and the constant
downpour had gotten to Shino who had never taken off his wet coat once. When he started sneezing, she hadn’t thought
too much of it, but the sniffling tipped her off. A ninja couldn’t be making that much noise, it would ruin the furtive nature of their mission.

Sakura had insisted they stop. Shino protested. She began to list reasons why they should
stop. Shino dropped unconscious with a
fever before she could finish her speech.
It was lucky that she found this village, and that they seemed genuinely
concerned about them and excited to have visitors in general.

When Shino had been passed out and supported on her back,
his long legs dragging behind her on the ground, she had had nothing better on
her mind than getting him to someplace warm and dry. When they were in a room alone together and
she had to remove his clothes and attend to his insensibly feverish body, she
had felt more uncomfortable. Ever since
the matches in the chuunin exam, she had been wary of
the bug wielding ninja. Swallowing the
bile in her throat, she made herself touch him and take care of him and forget
about the crawling terror just below his skin.

It was only a few hours before he awoke and Sakura saw his
onyx eyes for the first time. They
trained on her, at first unseeing, and then focusing in with a sharpness that
made her want to back away.

“What happened?” He
asked.

“You passed out.
We’re at an inn. No one suspects
anything. They assume we’re traveling to
visit relatives. I’m a cousin of
yours.” Sakura smirked. “Pretty distant cousin.”

Shino cocked his head to the side. “This is unnecessary. I can travel.”

“Oh no you don’t. I wouldn’t be any kind of medic if I let you
go back out there into the rain like this.
You push yourself too hard. . .”

“Better than not pushing myself hard
enough.” From the tone of his
voice she wasn’t sure if this was a comment directed at her to scold her, or if
it was a simple factual statement from his perspective. Shino’s flat delivery left things open for
question.

Sakura consciously decided to not take that as an
insult. “I’ll go get us some food. You rest.
Your clothes are being washed, so don’t even think about getting up and
trying to do anything.”

With more than a little amusement swiftly followed by a bit
of embarrassment she saw him glance down at his clothes and then look to her
with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry, I’m a medic.”
Color high on her cheeks, she strode purposefully out of the room and
let the man deal with his consternation at having been undressed by a woman he
barely knew fade.

That evening passed surprisingly pleasantly, with Sakura and
Shino going over maps and scrolls of jutsus, hearing
the rain pound on the windows as the monsoon raged on. Sakura sometimes looked up with a question
about the path they were taking or what information should be included in the
reports. Shino would thoughtfully take
his time and answer before going back to his own work. Not once did he seem impatient with her
questions, or annoyed at some of her random comments. It seemed like he was actually listening to
her when she talked, and Sakura appreciated his company. That first night had been nice enough.

When Shino had obviously not broken his temperature the next
day, Sakura continued to insist that they stay.
Shino didn’t say anything this time to scold her and her lax approach to
the timeframe of the mission. A night of
tossing and turning with feverish pain had mellowed his severe attitude, it
seemed.

Sakura had a book in her backpack and she read, while Shino
seemed content to lay in bed, arms crossed, thinking
to himself. Eventually, Sakura couldn’t
take it anymore and after lunch spent the rest of the day talking to people
around the village. It wasn’t part of
the information gathering she needed to do for the mission, but it was nice to
get out and have a conversation that consisted of more than a few sentences
exchanged back and forth.

Thinking that he might be bored, alone and sick in their
room, Sakura returned for an early dinner and tried to tell Shino about the
things she had heard from the villagers that day while they ate. He listened to her, eyes only leaving her lips
to examine what he was putting into his mouth.

“. . . and then that old lady, Akemi, she said that her
neighbor’s son had been sneaking out at night and no one quite knows what he’s
up to. She thought he was sneaking out
to go to the bar a few miles away, but no one can prove it and. . .”

“He’s not going to the bar.”
Shino chewed on some rice slowly.

Sakura halted, her flow of words interrupted. “Excuse me?”

He finished his bite of food leisurely before he
answered. “He sneaks out to go see a girl
in the north. If he
was the one to leave last night, that is.”

“How do you know?”

A black insect flew past her line of sight and fluttered its
wings after alighting on his hand before taking off again. “I just know.” Shino didn’t look at her, and Sakura stifled
the sudden surge of discomfort at this reminder of the Aburuame’s
uncanny bond to his bugs. It wasn’t the
disgust she had felt before, for she had seen his skin and there hadn’t been a
trace of movement beneath when she had changed his clothes the other day. If they were there, they weren’t noticeable
and it was hard to dehumanize this man who she had existed so companionably
with in close quarters.

“I’m impressed.” She
forced herself to say, adding on a smile.
Shino’s eyebrows rose as those ebony eyes drank her in. There was a trace of a responding smile on
his lips, and Sakura felt a glow inside that she had been able to bring this
mostly expressionless young man some happiness.
He must feel so stifled in this room.

A third and fourth day passed. Oddly, his temperature refused to go down,
and in fact raised up a degree. Sakura stayed with Shino the entire fifth day
to monitor him, getting cool wet cloths to press against his head to ease the
burning. To keep him focused and out of
the pain he must have been in, she asked him questions. When he paused for too long, not seeming to
be able to answer, she would tell him stories about her training in Konoha and anything else that came to mind.

“. . . and my parents said they might just pick up and go on
a sightseeing tour for a while when my dad retires in another year. They’ve always had a kind of boring life, I
suppose, and they never really got why I wanted to be a ninja so badly, but. . . but this can’t possibly be interesting to you. I’m sorry.”
She mopped at his forehead lightly and smiled to herself in a way that
implied that she found herself funny.

Shino moved one overheated hand onto her own, and she
allowed him to grasp her without recoiling.
Her expression was soft with self mockery and lingering concern for his
condition.

“I like it when you speak too much.” She narrowed her eyes a bit, sensitive to the
criticism of others even if she was all too willing to heap it onto
herself. But he hadn’t meant it badly,
she thought, and allowed herself to drown in his eyes again. He didn’t tend to blink very often, and he
didn’t have the uncomfortable fidget of someone who was being stared at
directly. It probably was a tendency
developed from wearing sunglasses all the time.
If someone couldn’t see your eyes then you could stare at them all you
wished and they would never know.
Really, she would have to think more about what sort of advantages they
could afford from an interrogational point of view. Not that she wanted to be in that kind of
line of work, but if Shino didn’t work well with others then maybe that was
more up his alley. Ibiki
could always use new talent. . .

“What are you thinking about?” Sakura had stood, after her long pause, intending
to refill the bowl she had been using for the cloth with fresh water from the
sink down the hall in the bathroom.

She felt a jolt, suddenly, looking at him from across the
room. Strong muscles, pale skin, dark
eyes and hair (a personal preference she had always had a weakness for), and a
gaze of such steady confidence it was absolutely penetrating. When had Shino become.
. . attractive?

To quote Shikamaru. . . this was troublesome.

Her hands shook as she carried the water back. With this on her mind, reverberating throughout
as if someone had hallowed out her mind’s cavity and yelled, Sakura didn’t know
how she could continue to go about her duties.
She had to be in the same room as he was, bring him food, cool down his
body, and talk with him. To change her
behavior now would be unusual, inexplicable, and unfair to him. Sakura could be professional about this. She could put aside the sudden awareness she
had developed for Shino and see this as just another portion of the mission.

Right.

And Tsunade’s pig could fly.

The fifth day was such torture that she was absolutely
certain that Shino belonged on an interrogation team and hadn’t told her. The rains were pelting down too hard for much
to be done outside, so that meant more time spent indoors with her favorite Aburame. She thought
that it would be helpful to ask him questions, since she had spilled out so
much information about herself the day before.
Sakura even wondered if maybe she would lose her attraction to him if
she could know more, but then a negative personality had never shaken her in
the past.

“So what’s your family like, then? You don’t hear much about the Aburame clan, really.”
She was sewing up a hole in one of her shirts. Mending was one of her least favorite
activities, but Tsunade insisted that she get good at
it because even if she ran out of chakra on the field
of battle then she could still make use of herself by sewing up wounds and
attending to people with more traditional medicine.

Shino didn’t speak for so long that at first she thought he
wasn’t going to say anything, but slowly she had come to decision that this was
just his way. He wasn’t slow, merely the
type to consider a response rather than blurt it out.

“We’re a small family.
Few people want to marry into our clan when they know more about us.”

“Then you must have a lot of brothers and sisters, eh? I always wanted a little brother or
sister.” She tried to find a positive,
since Shino’s eyes had become lidded with something like sadness when he had
mentioned the size of his clan.

Shino shook his head.
“We are all trained from a young age to be ninja. There are few left over for child raising, and even fewer civilians who are willing to take an
Aburame child into their care.”

“That’s a very serious burden for your family,
and for you too. A lot of expectation. .
. I’m glad I’m a first generation ninja in my own family.”

“No burden, it’s an honor.
I’m proud of my clan, no matter what other people say about us behind
our backs. You acclimate to the life you’re
given.”

Sakura smiled at him.
“There’s no reason why the next generation should be small. I bet you’ll do your family proud. . .erm. . .” She realized what she was saying too
late. Did this count as hitting on
him? That twisting feeling in her gut as
well as the screaming voice in her mind told her ‘yes’.

His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Thank you.”

“No problem.”

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How long could a ninja stay sick? Was he dying of something? Was she incompetent? It had to be one of the two because a ninja,
a person who was healthier than most athletes, should not have been laid out
this long by getting a little wet and cold for a few days.

“I think I should contact a professional.” Sakura bit her lip and told him
honestly. “If I can’t help you, then it
must be some disease I haven’t studied yet.
But I memorized hundreds upon hundreds of them and all their symptoms
and you don’t seem to have anything but a high fever! I’m so sorry, Shino, I failed you. . .”

He shook his head, denying it, but she wouldn’t accept any comfort.

“It’s true, I’m too inexperienced. Tsunade’s right, I
have so much to learn.” She felt
disheartened. Such a simple problem, and
she couldn’t fix it.

“I’m not sick.”

After days and days, Shino could very well die from
dehydration or suddenly get a secondary infection in his weakened state and. . . and. . . what?

“What did you say?”
Her meandering self pity sharpened to a fine needle point of anger.

“I’m not sick. We can
leave at any time.”

Heedless of any danger, she walked over to his prone form
and stabbed a finger into his chest.
“And how long have you been. . . ‘not
sick’?” She hissed.

“After the second day.”

She sputtered, words failing her, as he calmly confessed
this to her. “Wh.
. . augh. . . hell!. . .
WHY?”

“I liked being with you like this.” He was not sorry in the least. Calm, collected, and even curiously tilting
his head a bit up at her face contorted with rage.

“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t break every bone in
your body just so we have a real reason why the mission was delayed, Mr. ‘I’m a
trained ninja from birth’.”

Shino tilted his head to the side and leaned forward to lock
his lips with her own.

Sakura was sure she had suddenly come down with a fever of
her own, since her body was certainly on fire down to her bare toes curling on
the floor. His hand cradled the back of
her head, twining in her hair and pushing her forward to grind her lips more
firmly into his. Passive and in shock,
she felt his mouth open and capture her bottom lip only to drag his tongue over
her sensitive flesh.

Then the steady pressure was gone from the back of her head
and his face was separated from his and all Sakura could think to do was sit
down hard on the floor by his bed.

“Oh.” She said in a
small voice. Her face twisted into a
frown, and she dragged a hand through where he had touched her hair. It was strange, this feeling in the pit of
her stomach, and she was more than a little ill at ease with it.

Shino, observant and oddly sensitive to his surroundings,
came to his own conclusion. “That was
inappropriate, I suppose. I apologize.”

She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea, but her brain
hadn’t caught up with her mouth yet.
Rising from the floor, she began to pace while words flew.

“It isn’t that I dislike you. . .
it’s. . .” What was she supposed to say
now? It felt like an interrogation
somehow. “You seemed to be so creepy. .
.” She bit her lip, remembering the
feeling of his tongue as it scraped across her sensitive skin. Shino’s eyes might have been heated, but there
was no way his eyes could become any more black than they already were. Sakura was at a loss.

“I see.” The chill in
his words made Sakura shiver involuntarily.
“I troubled you. It won’t happen
again.”

This wasn’t the way it should be. Why was she rejecting him so subtly when what
she wanted was to give this a chance? It
didn’t feel wrong, it didn’t particularly feel weird, she was simply unsure.

“Shino. . .”

“Please, if you are uncomfortable then you do not have to
feel obligated to stay here.” Shino’s
voice rose slightly, carrying an inflection of irritation.

“No.” Now or never, now or never. Her inner voice cheered, trying to get her to
take the unsteady step towards what he offered.
“I said ‘seemed’, past tense, and now I think that you’re.
. . analytical.” Again she sat on the bed, poised to run should his attitude remain frigid.

The way his attention snapped to her face again made her
cast her eyes to the floor. “I fail to
see how that is better, in this situation.”
Shino smoothed his hand over her hair, then through it, getting caught
in a tangle but then extruding himself gently.
The motion was sensuous, comforting.
“Unless you wish to be analyzed.”

“Give it a try. I’ll
tell you what I think afterwards.” Sakura’s
inner voice gave a squeal of anticipation.

“Remember that you asked for it.” He sat up more completely, pushing up the
sleeves of his shirt to expose hard muscled forearms dusted lightly with jet
hair. The contrast against his pale skin
was sharp, and Sakura tried not to let herself get
lost in details as a defense against the strangeness of the situation.

She would remember all right. She would remember everything about this
rainy day, from the feel of the clean sheets as she bunched them in her hands to
the goosebumps that he was raising on her flesh as
his fingertips brushed over the skin at her wrists and moved up her bare arm to
slide along her neck and collarbone.

Now that he had permission, Shino took his time to ‘analyze’
Sakura. He batted away her hands when
she tried to touch him, and instead gloried in being able to touch her without
impediment. Well, discounting the
clothes, and he was ready enough to get those out of the way. The zipper down the front of her shirt was
easy, exposing the mesh shirt and bra beneath.
With her cooperation, she was down to the bra in no time, and still all
he did was touch her.

The room was cold and humid, and her nipples pebbled in
response even before he caressed them gently, cautiously, waiting for her to cry
halt to his examination of her body. What a way to play doctor. . . her inner voice said as
Sakura tried to keep from shivering.

Naturally, he noticed her discomfort, and lifted a corner of
the blanket up.

“Care to join me?”

Not too long ago she would have been horrified at the
prospect of being pressed up against the Aburame, but
now she didn’t want anything more. Hm, that wasn’t quite true, since
there were a couple things she wanted more of at the moment. She looked into his face, which betrayed not
even a smirk, showing how seriously—how reverently—he was regarding this
opportunity to be with her. Sakura
smiled reassuringly and undid the buttons on his pajamas, remembering how she
had dressed him that first night looking at as little as possible and
concentrating on reciting medicinal formulas to take her mind of things. Now she wanted to drink the sight of him in,
and he tensely watched her.

Sakura bent down, planting a firm kiss on his taut stomach
muscles. They jumped and Shino grunted
softly. She laughed and laid her body
over his before drawing the covers over their waists. From her new vantage point, straddling his
hips, she knew that Shino was enjoying their time together quite a lot. She wiggled over him slightly and he grunted
again, blinking slowly and looking into her mischievously smiling face.

“You’re still warm.”
Chests pressed together, their faces were only a few inches apart.

“I thought you’d appreciate it.”

He closed the distance between them again and those heavenly
lips of his went to work again. There
was no reason to hold still this time and her hands wandered over his sides
until he rolled them over and Sakura had access to his back. She ran her blunt nails down from the
shoulder blades to the base of his spine and Shino detached his mouth from her
neck long enough to give a hiss of pleasure.
Encouraged, she did it again, and he arched into her touch, pressing his
erection into her tightly. The friction
against her core created a faint feeling of pleasure and she pressed forward to
feel it again, only to grind against her clothes almost painfully.

Shino sat back on his knees, watching her with great
interest as she tore off her skirt and hidden weapons, leaving only her
underwear as a barrier, and a flimsy one at that, pale pink like her hair. She blushed under his scrutiny, unused to
being so exposed to anyone.

“So?” She crossed her
arms over her chest, slightly petulant that he wasn’t making any move to start
things up again.

The way the smile spread on his face was languid, sexy, and
Sakura’s heart sped up at the sight of it.
Shino pushed her bra up, exposing one of the small mounds of flesh. He ran his finger on the underside, never
breaking eye contact with a Sakura who was shaking from something entirely
unrelated to the cold. The way his long
fingers massaged her chest made her bite her lip and when his hands moved lower
she almost drew blood to keep from crying out.
He paused at the elastic of her panties, but she pushed his hand lower,
and felt his breathing catch when he encountered her moist lips.

The Aburame’s supreme confidence
faltered in this new territory, and, too aroused to be embarrassed, Sakura
showed him what she liked, what she wanted.
He took to it fast enough, using those dexterous fingers to stroke and
rub her where she needed it most.
Sakura’s eyes fluttered, hands clutching the sheets again to keep from
grabbing him, and hips thrusting forward slightly in time to the rhythm he had
established. Shino’s patience and fast
learning curve were rewarded when Sakura began to cry out and convulse over his
fingers, and when her body had settled and she looked to him in unfocused post
orgasmic bliss, he gave her a soft kiss and laid at her side, one hand absently
molding her exposed breast in his palm.

“Still think I’m analytical?” He asked, though she wasn’t sure if that was
an attempt at dry humor or if he really wanted to know. Shino having a sense of humor didn’t compute,
so she took his question seriously, endorphins making her brain’s functions
cloudy.

“Hmm.” She said noncommittally, and in shifting her
body became aware that his body was still straining, desiring release. He didn’t look like he was in pain, but a
ninja would be able to ignore something so small. Running her hand over it through his pajama
bottoms she revised the comment in her head. . . It’s not small.

Shino watched her, eyes wide, as she slid one hand into his
pants to stroke the smooth column of flesh that demanded attention with a
twitch at her tentative touches. At
first she didn’t think she was getting anywhere, or that the sweat that they
were both covered in wasn’t enough lubrication, but when Shino closed his eyes
and gave the most shockingly ragged groan she knew she had him. It didn’t take long, with the state he was
in, and when he came he clutched her body to him suddenly until his shudders
subsided.

Hand down his pants still, blushing and sated, Sakura
managed to get out. “No, I don’t just
think you’re analytical.”

At first she wasn’t sure what was happening when the bed
began to shake, but then she realized he was laughing. Chuckles low in his belly sometimes escaped
in breathy bursts, and continued sporadically as they cleaned themselves up a
little, changed clothes, and crawled back into bed to enjoy touching one
another some more. The initial urgency
of their need had been met, and there might be more later,
but it was enough for the moment.

“It wasn’t right for me to lie to you.” Sakura felt her bare foot brush his shin and
thought about how tall he was, and how warm and comforting this contact was as
well. She yawned as he continued to
stare at her. It was still a little off
putting, but less so at the moment.
Later on she might feel less charitable about that.

“What should I do about it?”

Shino shrugged and pulled her body in closer. The sound of the rain filled the room, silent
but for their breathing.

Doesn’t work well with
others. . . Sakura thought to herself, with the ghost of a smirk on her
lips.
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