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Sinergy	By : Zelha Category: Naruto > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, duh. I only own a pair of sleepers, so obviously I don't make any profit with this story.

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Synergy

The interaction of two or more
agents or forces so that their combined effect is greater than the sum of their
individual effects.

Eventually,
everything resumed to an understanding glance, a word, a smile that she
actually could see because it wasn�t hiding behind a bright yellow sun, or a
stormy blue sky or a still dark night.

It wasn�t
hard for Sakura to see it in the most beneficial way, since they saved her more
than once, including from that old love, that old heartache that she still felt
in that moment when those onyx eyes stared at her with so much... what? Coldness? Disregard? Disinterestedness?
Fury?

Later she
could laugh at Naruto, hiding behind her back from their so-called scary faces and their raised proverbs, direct and
well aimed like all of their jutsu.

Nonetheless,
those teachings that were denied at her for having fallen in that old and stereotyped �protection� were forgiven, forgotten
and rewarded with lasting moments of words, of acknowledging, of uncovered
kisses and memories from more than one scar that marked a reality and a
feeling, a sentiment that grew on them with time.

A lot of
people in Konoha would have
called her a whore, to say the least.

But Sakura
didn�t think about labels when she lay between them.

Surely, it
was more like a side of her that only they knew; it was
the utmost expression of the meaning of �being needed�. To walk side by
side, instead of watching retreating backs.

Side by side. Acceptance, respect, consideration.

And where
there were two, why wasn�t it possible to squeeze in a
third?

Kakashi had
given her more than looking underneath the underneath; truly, ANBU taught its ops
well, everything was analyzed: the shortest word, the briefest glance, the most
silent sigh.

And when
Kakashi didn�t find his way out of his guilt, Tenzou was there, either to talk,
to argue, to have a conversation that went beyond orange books and beef ramen
and special inks and revenges and
deaths and uncertainties.

She
received, accepting everything they both had to offer her. In exchange, her
heart, that overwhelming strength of her that directed either her fists or her
words, her tears, her sympathy, her smile and her grand empathy, she gave them
all freely, between moans and whispers that bloomed across the stillness of the
Leaf night.

A combination of movements, more than two but no more than three. According to the wicked opinion of
one silver-haired man, with hands so gifted than only a genius could have, only
they were enough for her. It could never be understood if it was observed from
the outside, about the mechanics of their encounters, of their reminiscences,
of their moments.

Tenzou made
her laugh as mush as Kakashi made her angry with his one and thousand excuses. But
she forgave them, because in the end she
could never be without either one of them. She never had the nerve to leave
them waiting, not even in missions, when they lay in a pool of their own blood
and she battled an internal and ill-developing phobia for blood -blood
everywhere, blood in their clothes, blood in their faces, blood in their bodies-,
making her hands glow with that soft green luminosity that always made them
sigh with relief and, inwardly, even though neither of them would admit it,
feel that gratefulness for those soft but rough hands whenever they were
needed.

Tenzou was
a practical man. No one knew even one pet peeve of his, not like Kakashi, that
even with his damned mask on he made faces to tempura. Yamato didn�t have
quirks either, and nobody could claim about encountering him at social events. But,
it was well known among the right people that many of the trees of the Forest of Death were his doing. A genetic
experiment that for many was considered a failure, for Sakura, when seeing him using his gift to refill a forest section around the
village, it was more than a blessing.

A unique
ability, she liked to ponder as some branches held her kindly, allowing their
creator to get close, to inhale her scent and to bore into her like there was
no tomorrow, gallant in movements, rough in feelings, complete in redemption.

More than a
thousand techniques that weren�t useful when the shinobi that used to gloat
about them shed his masks and got to what he had really learned from those
books that he liked so much: making her scream until her throat was raw with
every vibrant touch was his coup of grace, every caress were his own personal
and much more enjoyed pastime, forgetting for a moment about the weight of the
past, of the present and of the future.

If someone
would have asked -of course, if they were up to responding anyway-, Tenzou
would have answered about the utmost understanding than only like minds could
reach. Kakashi, however, would have pointed out about the quality of a heart
that went down the road of life with a predetermined destination.

In the end,
neither of them admitted in public -and never to each other-, how much they
needed those hands, those eyes, that soul.

Soon, each
of them surrendered to the evidence; she couldn�t choose only one of them. And
no one could really blame or criticize her for being selfish -true, more than
once she was this close to oblivion for overdoing it in her care for them,
healing even to the slightest scratch, which was exactly what marked her levels
of selfishness-, they came to accept conclusively that, although they had to
share her between them, it was better to do so with
each other that with someone else; better them than with an emotional
handicapped potty mouth, better them than with an avenger without illusions and
hopes or a Hokage wannabe that was indeed clueless about his surroundings.

No one
should think badly about them, please. This was only about sincerity and the
reality of facts that they surveyed thoroughly. Sakura was too damn sweet to
say otherwise, so it was up to them to actually have the responsibility to
protect her... even if she wasn�t aware of it.

And thus, a
routine was established. Some nights she spent with the Copy Nin, some others
with the ANBU Captain. And some others -demanded by the prized top Med-Nin in
the whole Hidden Village of Leaf - where both of them managed to rip out her
anguish and all the undervalues from her senses, among caresses and contortions
that were so goddamn impressive she never would have imagined herself performing on a horizontal plane.

Teamwork,
they would say in utter sarcasm, only to hear the soft and tired feminine
chuckle, tinkling like bells in their ears and under their skin.

~ Tenna' ento lye omenta ~
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