Fic: Ache
Title: Ache
Author: breathless_dawn
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A/N: My first ever Naruto fic, which I'm sure will be very apparent, but I hope it works. My take on Sasuke leaving, though I know it's been done countless times. Unbeta'd and very heavy on the pronouns.
“Fight!” she screams as he blocks another blow.
He refuses to hit her. “Sakura, stop!”
His words fall on deaf ears and her eyes flare with anger and sadness as she throws another punch. Sasuke avoids her knuckles and watches as her fist smashes through a tree. When she removes it, her hand is bloody. She takes no notice, and her fists clench so tightly her knuckles turn white.
“Damn it, Sasuke! Fight back!” She crouches, coiled to spring, and after a breath of a pause, she lashes out at him again, throwing blow after blow with a speed he never knew she possessed.
“Sakura!” he says, finally taking her wrists in his hands and drawing her closer to restrict her movement. He can feel her blood run over his fingers. “Stop.”
“Let go of me!” she yells, trying to twist out of his grasp. “Let go!” Tears are spilling over her cheeks now, but she refuses to give up. His fingers find the pressure points in her wrists, and she cries out in fury and pain and falls to her knees. Her breathing is shallow, ragged, and the tears begin to fall faster. “Why, Sasuke?” she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. “Why are you leaving us?”
After a moment, he releases her wrists, watches as they fall limply to the ground.
“You know why.”
“Revenge won’t make you happy,” she says darkly. He knows she is probably right, but her words aren’t strong enough to break the vow he made to himself all those years ago. Revenge would be his, or he would die in the pursuit of it.
One thing was certain; he would never return here.
“Go home, Sakura. Forget me. It will be easier that way.”
She flinches at his words. “No. I won’t.” Her voice breaks as she tries to hold back sobs. Sasuke turns his back on her, wishing he could have hated her. Everything would be easier if he had.
“Sasuke,” she whispers, forcing herself to her feet and swaying with the effort. He turns to face her again and can see the sadness in her eyes, every tear clinging to her lashes. She is too close, he thinks, just as her lips touch his.
Her hands are on his chest, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, and it takes him a few seconds to realise that he is kissing back. He stops abruptly, his fingers gently removing her hands from his shirt and pushing her back from him.
He closes his eyes for a moment. “Don’t.”
“But-” He cuts her off by hitting her sharply on the back of the head. Her eyelids flutter and her mouth mutely forms his name before she slumps into his arms.
“Goodbye, Sakura,” he says as he lays her down. He watches her for a moment before sprinting out of the village, refusing to look back.
Hours later, he realises his hands are stained with her blood. As he dips them in a nearby stream, he doesn’t think they will ever come clean.
Author: breathless_dawn
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sasuke/Sakura
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
A/N: My first ever Naruto fic, which I'm sure will be very apparent, but I hope it works. My take on Sasuke leaving, though I know it's been done countless times. Unbeta'd and very heavy on the pronouns.
“Fight!” she screams as he blocks another blow.
He refuses to hit her. “Sakura, stop!”
His words fall on deaf ears and her eyes flare with anger and sadness as she throws another punch. Sasuke avoids her knuckles and watches as her fist smashes through a tree. When she removes it, her hand is bloody. She takes no notice, and her fists clench so tightly her knuckles turn white.
“Damn it, Sasuke! Fight back!” She crouches, coiled to spring, and after a breath of a pause, she lashes out at him again, throwing blow after blow with a speed he never knew she possessed.
“Sakura!” he says, finally taking her wrists in his hands and drawing her closer to restrict her movement. He can feel her blood run over his fingers. “Stop.”
“Let go of me!” she yells, trying to twist out of his grasp. “Let go!” Tears are spilling over her cheeks now, but she refuses to give up. His fingers find the pressure points in her wrists, and she cries out in fury and pain and falls to her knees. Her breathing is shallow, ragged, and the tears begin to fall faster. “Why, Sasuke?” she breathes, her voice barely a whisper. “Why are you leaving us?”
After a moment, he releases her wrists, watches as they fall limply to the ground.
“You know why.”
“Revenge won’t make you happy,” she says darkly. He knows she is probably right, but her words aren’t strong enough to break the vow he made to himself all those years ago. Revenge would be his, or he would die in the pursuit of it.
One thing was certain; he would never return here.
“Go home, Sakura. Forget me. It will be easier that way.”
She flinches at his words. “No. I won’t.” Her voice breaks as she tries to hold back sobs. Sasuke turns his back on her, wishing he could have hated her. Everything would be easier if he had.
“Sasuke,” she whispers, forcing herself to her feet and swaying with the effort. He turns to face her again and can see the sadness in her eyes, every tear clinging to her lashes. She is too close, he thinks, just as her lips touch his.
Her hands are on his chest, her fingers curling in the fabric of his shirt, and it takes him a few seconds to realise that he is kissing back. He stops abruptly, his fingers gently removing her hands from his shirt and pushing her back from him.
He closes his eyes for a moment. “Don’t.”
“But-” He cuts her off by hitting her sharply on the back of the head. Her eyelids flutter and her mouth mutely forms his name before she slumps into his arms.
“Goodbye, Sakura,” he says as he lays her down. He watches her for a moment before sprinting out of the village, refusing to look back.
Hours later, he realises his hands are stained with her blood. As he dips them in a nearby stream, he doesn’t think they will ever come clean.