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abby-the-druid · 4 days

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Technicolor Ch. 4

In which a stranger becomes an ally.

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“Sasuke,” the boy glanced over at his mother, Mikoto, who was crouched on the cracked tile floor, picking through a cardboard box he had yet to empty. Her slender hands were wiping at her dark eyes, and he realized, with an uncomfortable quiver, that there was water dripping down her face. “I – I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to come over and help you.”

“No, mom, you’re fine.” He hesitated in grabbing the next clean bathroom towel to fold.

“With your father and his…” she winced and sighed, biting at her mouth. “I never know when you’re here. You’ve had… I don’t - ” she tossed the object back into the box, which gave a loud clatter in the small room. She jumped at the sound and frowned in an apology, quickly pulling the object back out and inspecting it for damage.

“I know you need space from us… me, that’s why you…” she folded into herself for a moment, arms crossing between her chest and legs, face pressed into her knees and Sasuke listened helplessly as her breath rushed in and out of her lungs. “I didn’t mean to drive you away.” She sobbed; voice garbled as she spoke weakly into her body.

Sasuke shrank, a layer of icy dread rested around his shoulders like a heavy cloak. He shuffled closer to her, feeling completely out of place with her small breakdown, in the apartment he had been relegated to because of his big breakdown.

He kneeled beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder. Her head shot up, nearly identical sets of eyes meeting, and Sasuke realized for the first time how tired his mother looked. She had matching navy bruises decorating the soft skin under her eyes and elegant stress lines ran along her cheeks.

“Mom, you didn’t,” he shook his head, palms damp and heart racing. “You didn’t push me away. It was…” his voice died as his brain worked to explain what he couldn’t describe to himself. A frustrated hand ran through his hair, and he offered her a hollow smile. “It wasn’t you; I can promise you that.”

Mikoto slowly unfolded, coming to rest on her haunches, a slender hand reaching up and wrapping her fingers around her son’s. “He’s said that before too.” She breathed softly; sniffling, black eyes blank as she stared at the faux wooden grains in the cupboards.

“Who?” Sasuke asked, a black brow raising, but she simply blinked and shook her head, squeezed his hand before dropping it.

“No one,” she said, “excuse me.” She stepped away from him and into the bathroom. He was left kneeling on the cracked flooring, still slightly sticky even after he had deep cleaned the entire space, and he frowned as he stood and turned back to the living room. He was in the process of folding a shirt, mulling over the uncomfortable show of emotion, when she came back in, the redness of her cheeks was gone now, any blemish of streaked mascara had been removed, and she was holding herself as though everything were normal.

They were back to business now.

The small glance through a crack in the wall of his ever put together mother had snapped shut in the short moments she had left the room. And like a distasteful book, she had put the moment back on the shelf to gather dust.

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23raccoons · 14 days

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Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, Hatake Kakashi, Yamanaka Ino, Sai (Naruto), Karin (Naruto), Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Blood and Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dark Uchiha Sasuke, Dark Nara Shikamaru, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Self-Harm, Akatsuki (Naruto), War, Konoha 11 (Naruto), Everyone is Problematic ok?, Heavy Angst, Domestic Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fourth Shinobi War (Naruto), Memory Loss, PTSD, Manipulation, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Degradation, Dacryphilia

Chapter 5 (chapter list)

Sasuke’s rebuttoning his pants when Sakura starts her usual lineup of pathetic attempts to convince him to return to Konoha. Like he could just as easily gain power there as with Orochimaru. Like she can’t see how hard he fights. How hard he trains. Nothing less than absolute perfection. Perfect katas. Perfect jutsu. Perfect answers on coursework. Sleepless nights spent finding more and more avenues to become stronger. “Come back with me? Please?”

“You’re being annoying. Isn’t this enough for you?” Sasuke snaps. More annoyed with himself than her. Frustrated. Torn. He fights to urge to comply, to agree to take her with him, to hide her away, deep in the snakes' den, safe. But Orochimaru’s lairs are no place for someone as soft as Sakura. Someone so willing to give and so many more than willing to take until there is none of her left. Dark. Dangerous. Deadly. Protecting her there would be near impossible.

“It certainly is more than enough for you,” she mutters. It’s not, really. But the best middle ground he can find to keep contact with her. To be able to keep tabs on her. (To make sure she is still alive.) To ease the ache in his chest that seems to get bigger every time they separate. Every time he has to tell her no. Every time he breaks her heart again, leaving her alone to pick up all the pieces.

“If you’re becoming too attached in our arrangement—” Sasuke starts, before she cuts him off.

“Of course I’m too attached, Sasuke. What did you think this was going to be?” She’s looking at him, but he keeps his eyes on the knot he’s forming in his belt, not wanting to admit this is exactly what he thought it would be. What he wants it to be. Sakura knows him too well though, smart enough to know exactly why he feels the need to trail along when her missions end up close to a base.

“I thought you would be sensible about this whole thing. It’s what you wanted all along.” Sasuke at least understands the irony in this, as he is by far being the most insensible one here. As she is here to try and convince him to return, trying to save him, and he’s really just being a creep about it. Seeing how far she will let him push her before she snaps. Before she deems him what he truly is. Broken. Irreparable. Unloveable.

“You think I wanted this? To sneak away from my missions, so you can fuck me in the forest?” Sakura never stops him, never tells him no. Lets him fuck her however he deems fit. He knows he is rougher with her than he should be. He should be more careful to not damage her. To not cause so many tiny little fractures in her psyche that she refuses to come back to him.

“You enjoyed it.” It’s a fact. He can usually get her off at least twice, simply, with only as much effort as it takes to get himself to orgasm. It’s not all about the fucking, but Sasuke likes to pretend it is. He doesn’t try to get her off. Some part of him worried if he does try, if he is bad at it, that he will lose her. That she will decide to stop loving him. To find someone else more worthy of her love.

She stands, gathering all her things. Her upset is visible in her movements as she shoves things back in her pack. “Find someone else to fuck then, if you think that’s all I want, Sasuke.”

He knows she’s well aware this is about more than that. He’s been interrupting her missions ever since he’s left. Just one or two, every couple months or so. Little rewards to himself for accomplishing a new jutsu or mastering a new technique. A long-term goal of defeating Itachi, laden with short-term goals of the next time he would allow himself to check in on Sakura. Taking a little more from her each time he graced her with his presence.

“If you’re going to be petulant, I might,” Sasuke threatens. He won’t, probably. He doesn’t fuck any other girls, not giving Kabuto the chance to make an Uchiha baby to experiment on. He had entered one of the hideout’s fucked-up version of a nursery one singular time, needing Kabuto to heal a wound, and had decided he’d rather bleed out than speed another second in the room.

Sakura mutters, just loud enough for him to hear. “I sure as fuck should.”

“What?” Sasuke whispers, seeing red, as he moves in closer to her. She wouldn’t dare. Would she? The curse mark is darkening his thoughts. Imaging the worst scenarios. The worst reactions to them.

“You left me. You found me. And I’m not the one who’s tracking you down on your missions, now am I?” Sometimes Sasuke thinks this would work out a lot better if Sakura didn’t need to be so fucking smart all the time.

Sasuke bends in until their noses brush, close enough to be sharing breaths. Threatening, “Find another man to fuck then. See how much I care.”

Sakura is his. He does not care if it makes him feel like a toddler on the playground throwing fits over his toys. He can feel the energy of the curse mark swirling under his skin. Ready to break free should she agree, should she fight back against him. Throwing herself out like a whore to the next man to come along.

“I just want you to come home, Sasuke. We can help you—“

We? Naruto and Kakashi couldn’t do anything to help him. They can’t do a thing to stop him. This is his path of vengeance. His family slaughtered before his eyes. His brother responsible for the massacre.

“I don’t need your pity. I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.” Sasuke’s words are sharp. Knives intended to cut and wound her. They do. He can see it in her face, like a kunai to her heart.

“Tell me how much you hate me then. Tell me, and I’ll quit trying. I’ll let you use me however you want. I’ll leave you alone. But I want to hear you say it. I can’t keep doing this anymore.” It’s whispered, hoarse.

He cannot take her with him. He cannot take her with him. He cannot take her with him. Sasuke activates his sharingan. Tucking her hair behind her ear and tilting her chin until he can taste her chapstick on his lips.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me. You want me. Beg for it.” Sakura begs. She begs like she always does, offering Sasuke, everything, anything. Willing to trade her body, her heart over to him. It’s desperate. Needy and pathetic. Sasuke wouldn’t want it, doesn’t want it, any other way. Some twisted part of him getting off on knowing she needs him, just as desperately as he needs her.

He. Does. Not. Need. Her.

“Go fuck someone else. I’m sure Naruto’s been dying too.” Sasuke’s glob of spit lands on the ground between her feet, and he has body-flickered off before he can see her upset reaction.

Sasuke gives himself one last chance to see Sakura before he takes on Orochimaru. He finds her in a small outpost, wandering through the hastily set-up stalls of a street market. He lets his hand brush up against hers. She does not acknowledge him but he can feel her gaze after he's moved on. (He knows some of her missions are extremely time-sensitive and will not interfere, usually just waiting outside of town until she has accomplished her task and comes to find him.)

He forces himself to walk past. One foot in front of another. To keep walking. Out of town. Faster, through the trees. Until he is far enough away from her to ignore the pull. The desire to go back and find her. Fuck her until she is his, and only his, full of little Uchiha babies.

A new reward. For when he slaughters his older brother.

Orochimaru.

Deidara.

Itachi.

Tobi and Madara.

Family- Uchihas.

Itachi’s secret.

Konoha must fall.

Danzo. (Karin.)

Sakura.

Sakura comes to him. Showing up as his reward for killing the man responsible for the Uchiha massacre.

Sakura is his. As she always is. As she always was.

Sasuke eyes Sakura as she kneels down next to the sort of dying Karin. Danzo had tried to use her as a shield. Sasuke, gone enough in the darkness of his own mind, stabbing through both of them with a lightning blade. Sakura gathers a medical jutsu in her hand, laying it on Karin’s back. It’s not the razor-sharp style favored by Kabuto. Softer, gentle even.

He himself gathers a Chidori. If she will not listen, he will make her. He grabs her neck, and it’s easy to get her face in the pavement, dropping in behind her, being sure to pin her legs in the process. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her back taunt, digging his elbow into her spin to keep her in place. Shifting her head to look at the girl she is trying to save.

“Kill her.” A useless order, Sakura’s not one to hurt others. Nose to temple, he inhales her scent. He’s loathe to admit he misses her. But now she’s back where she belongs, where he needs her to be.

“Already so insolent. Hmm, disobedience in a subordinate requires correction. Are you looking for a punishment so soon, Sakura?” He shifts her weight, bringing the Chidori in close enough for the electricity to jump the gap. Sasuke groans as the force of the Chidori rolls through them, diffusing it out from himself in pops. Exhilarated. Intoxicated. Euphoric. He can feel the way Sakura is conducting it away from both him and Karin, trying to circle the force of his lightning chakra through her own pathways. To pull the weight of the hit from the others.

Karin grabs a hold of Sakura’s arm, clinging to her weakly. “He’s not the Sasuke he used to be.”

He’s not. Better. Stronger. More powerful.

“I told you to kill her. So do it, you crybaby. You’d do anything for me, wouldn't you?” Why isn’t Sakura doing what he wants? She always does everything he wants. She loves him. She loves him.

The last of his Chidori fizzles away, much quicker than normal.

Sakura is shaking and crying underneath him. He tugs at her, adjusting her twitching body as he sees fit, pulling her ass higher so he can grind his half-hard cock right against the fabric, preventing him from sinking into her warm heat.

Sakura will always love him.

Right?

He bites down in her ear, a punishment fit for the crime she’s committing only in his head. She is his, to do with what he wants. Sakura’s jutsu picks back up again, swirling through Karin.

“I remember you. Why do I remember you?” Sakura whispers to Karin. She’s not supposed to be talking to her. Paying attention to her. Sakura loves Sasuke. Why is she ignoring him?

He grips her by the neck. Intent on shaking some sense back into her. It doesn’t work, in his anger, he slams her head down, causing her chakra to flicker. He holds her down under him, pressing his weight against her.

The chakra Sakura is circulating through Karin grows, cloaking all three of them. The rush is almost as good as the shock had been. Coating muscles and wounds, even his sharingan feels better with each blink. “When we were looking for Sasuke. You were there.”

“SHUT UP.” Sasuke slams her down again, speaking another wave of Sakura’s chakra through his system. It flickers, and the comeback is less strong than before. The peak high of it lessened. But Sakura is still pushing a good deal of chakra into Karin to save her.

Sakura is supposed to love Sasuke. Not Karin.

He can feel the curse seal chakra pushing at its boundaries, searching for retribution. For revenge. Influencing, encouraging darkest thoughts.

“Sasuke. Sasuke, you’re going to kill her.” Karin’s attempts to forward this are dismissed. He could kill her. Sakura would let him. He knows she would. Killing Naruto, his rival (his best friend), would gain him power. Killing Itachi did give him power. Power he’ll need to bring Konoha to its knees. To destroy it.

How much power would killing Sakura bring? Someone who loves him. Someone who would do anything for him.

He will kill her. Because deep down Sasuke knows that he loves Sakura. Or it’s the closest he can come to loving anything. She is his. She will let him do anything. She loves him.

He can feel the change in himself with the decision. The Sharingan sharper, clearer than it’s ever been. The power seeping through him. He blinks, easily pulling Sakura into a genjutsu just to test his powers.

Sasuke’s not just in Sakura’s mind. He’s in her memories. Flowing past him as if floating on water, controlled by her subconscious. He starts collecting them as they move by. Ones of himself. Of Naruto. (He does not know how much of the two of them he leaves behind for her. Nor does he care.)

“Good.” Sasuke lifts Sakura again, twisting her in his grip. She blinks a few times, like she can’t focus on him.

He takes others too. The events of the chunin exams while Sasuke and Naruto were both unconscious, Sakura giving herself over to the enemy to protect them. One of her getting a sword shoved through her heart. Anything of his lookalike replacement on the team. One of her and Nara Shikamaru fucking, it’s nothing like the rough fucks Sasuke gives her—romantic, loving even. He could gag. A whole block of the events leading up to this moment, everything from the point of her fucking someone else until this point. Where she will die in his hands.

One thought echoes around her mind while he works. ‘Naruto, where is Naruto?’

“Sasuke!” It’s not the high-pitched whining of Karin. It’s deeper, angrier. Enough to pull most of his consciousness back to the real world, leaving enough of the genjutsu for him to continue to rifle through her memories, taking whatever he pleases.

‘Naruto?’

Sasuke lifts her up, higher. He’ll do it this time. He will kill her. He can sense the Chidori before it’s even fully formed. Sakura laughs. once.

“You knew he’d come,” Sakura squirms in his grasp. Trying to deny it. He knows that it’s not Kakashi she was expecting, not with the way ‘Naruto!’ keeps bouncing around her mind. Kakashi cannot save her. He’s not the hero she’s waiting for. One that will be too late to save her.

He should wait to be sure Naruto sees her die by his hand. To see how much he was much too weak to ever stand up to Sasuke. That Naruto could do nothing to stop him, that he has failed his precious friends.

He sits up straighter, pulling Sakura up between himself and Kakashi. A shield. Kakashi would never dare hurt his favorite student. (He’s seen the way Kakashi frets over Sakura—more memories popping up with his appearance. The way he worries over her safety.) Karin loses her grip on Sakura at the motion. Sakura’s arm is bleeding where Karin’s nails had dug in, trying to hang on.

‘Where’s Naruto?’

“Let. Her. Go.” Kakashi demands, like a toddler not getting his way. Poor little lazy, late CopyCat Kakashi. ready to witness the death of Sakura. He’ll be the first to fall to Sasuke’s new powers. The new level of Sharingan unlocked.

“Kakashi, you’re late.” Sasuke tells him as he dips his head down to mouth at Sakura’s neck. One last taste of her. It’s really too bad he won’t get to fuck her one last time.

“Where’s Nartuo?’

“Tell me you hate me. Tell your dearest Kakashi-sensei how much you hate me,” Sasuke mocks in Sakura’s ear.

“I don’t hate you, Sasuke. I love you.” Out loud she sounds out of it, words slow and sloppy. But she’s looking mostly at him when she says it.

Sasuke tsks, with a laugh. “See that, Kakashi? She loves me.”

He catches her line of sight again to try and pull her back under the genjtsu, but it doesn’t work. She’s still lightly under the first round genjutsu. He can feel it. He is still vaguely in her memories, only glimpses now, bits and pieces he can latch onto. But the second layer of genjutsu won’t stick and he finds he can’t lift the original layer.

‘Naruto. Naruto. Naruto?’ Echoing around her head.

Sakura does not love Naruto. Sakura loves Sasuke. Sasuke knows she does. The darkness infecting his thoughts, like a virus, spreading, spreading, spreading.

Sakura is his.

He doesn’t need to kill Sakura. He needs to kill ‘Naruto’. To kill everyone, until it’s just the two of them.

Sasuke and Sakura.

Alone.

Together.

Sasuke drops Sakura right as Kakashi attacks.

Chapter 6

#sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #shikamaru nara #kakashi hatake #dark sasuke #dark shikamaru #sasusaku #sasuke x sakura #shikasaku #shikamaru x sakura #let me bleed (you're losing me)#fanfic #naruto fanfiction

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x-emeraldsky-x · 8 months

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Sarada: Mama?

Sakura: Yeah, Sarada?

Sarada: ... Can I ask a few questions about dad?

Sakura: Of course you can, sweetheart. *pats a spot on the couch next to her* Ask anything you want

Sarada: *sits next to Sakura* ... What's he like?

Sakura: Well... he's a lot like Lord 7th. Very determined to achieve his goals, passionate about the things he loves, and he's very kind and pure hearted

Sarada: Is he strong? Does he have cool jutsu like Lord 7th too?

Sakura: He's very strong, and he has a lot of jutsu. He uses lightning release, and as an Uchiha, he has special eyes called the Sharingan, the Sharingan helps him see enemy movements better

Sarada: Do you think... I can learn that? Will I have a Sharingan?

Sakura: You can learn anything you put your mind to, Sarada, but I'm not sure about the Sharingan

Sarada: What do you mean?

Sakura: Not every Uchiha gets it, and it can only be awakened, not taught. It's different to Auntie Hinata's Byakugan in that regard

Sarada: Oh... I see... can I ask you another question?

Sakura: Of course

Sarada: What were the late Uchiha like? What were my grandparents like?

Sakura: Hmm... that questions hard for me to answer. I never met them. Maybe when your dad comes home next, he can tell you all about them, and he can tell you about his past too

Sarada: Why can't you, Mama? I want to know now...

Sakura: *kisses her forehead* It's not my story to tell, Cherry. Your father will tell it to you, just like he told me. I know you're curious, but it can be hard for him to talk about. He'll get there

Sarada: Mm... alright Mama... can we send him another letter? I have some photos of the cherry blossom tree at school that I want to show him

Sakura: Of course. I'll go get some paper, go get your pictures and pens

Sarada: Thanks, Mama!

#sakura uchiha #uchiha sakura #sakura haruno #haruno sakura #sasuke uchiha #uchiha sasuke #sakura x sasuke #sakusasu #sasusaku #sarada uchiha #uchiha sarada #naruto #naruto shippuden #naruto next gen #this is how it should have been done imo. their writing in boruto from what i've seen is kinda eh. i haven't read it tho so idk #could be wrong but i feel like sarada would be told what her father does and how he acts. and she would be able to talk to him through mail #it doesn't seem like sakura OR sasuke to leave her in the dark about it. seems like dodgy writing to me

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everyneji · 2 years

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#naruto #everyneji #chapter 191 #volume 22 #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #shikamaru nara #iruka umino #neji hyuga #rock lee #gaara no sabaku #itachi uchiha #sakura haruno #jiraiya #hinata hyuga #.capital D darkness #cover

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luchicm04 · 6 months

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Teacher's Pet

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Summary: That wasn’t the kind of relationship they should have, no. He shouldn’t look at her that way, nor should she allow the blush to spread across her pale face every time their eyes met. She was the student; he was the teacher. This was the only relationship they should have. They should, but in practice, it wasn’t like that.

Pairing: Senju Tobirama/Hyuuga Hinata

Word count: 2.4k

Overall warnings: mature language, alcoholism, angst, fluff, smut😈

This is the first translation I made. All characters belong to Naruto, and all rights are reserved to the original work whose author allowed me to translate it.

A/N: The lyrics come from this song. Hope you like it <3

posted on ao3

Teacher's Pet

Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student

Pouty, pretty, cute, and she bit her lip back to him

Chewing on her nails and her pens while she’s dreaming of him

And he’s fucking in sin (you know he is)

That wasn’t the kind of relationship they should have, no. He shouldn’t look at her that way, nor should she allow the blush to spread across her pale face every time their eyes met. She was the student; he was the teacher. This was the only relationship they should have. They should, but in practice, it wasn’t like that.

“Brat...” The hoarse voice sounded throughout the empty classroom at that moment. The girl with pearly eyes was the only one who remained there. They knew how wrong it was, but they could no longer stop.

“Sensei...” she whispered as she sat at the table facing the platinum, who was sitting in his chair. If anyone saw them at that moment, they would certainly be in serious trouble.

“You’re a very hot brat," he said and soon, he was sliding his hands up the woman’s bare legs while pulling her into a passionate kiss. But who said they cared...

Senju Tobirama was a tall man, with an athletic body. His facial expressions were strong and ended up attracting attention wherever he went. His red eyes carried an air of danger that was extremely exciting to most women at that university, and his gray hair gave the man an even more charming look. Tobirama was a professor of business law. One of the youngest at the university, by the way. Very strict and had an unquestionable attitude, with his face always stoic, extremely serious and focused on his duty.

He was very pragmatic and self-centered. However, all his self-control disappeared when he laid his reddish eyes on the girl with pearl eyes and long blue hair. He adored the girl’s uncontrollable nature, admired her intelligence and the shrewd sparkle that her pearly eyes always displayed when she won an argument in class. He felt his blood turn into pure lava when he looked at her and there was a teasing smile on her lips, or when she provocatively bit the tip of the pen or her own lips, just to tease him even more.

She said: It’s for all the right reasons, baby

Don’t care ‘bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies?

Don’t call me crazy

You love me, but you won’t come save me

She knew how wrong it was to get involved with the Senju. Damn it, he was her teacher and she always reproached herself for that. They tried not to interact that way, but the more time passed and they stayed away from each other, the more unsustainable their relationship at college. She would never mingle with him for mere grades, no, she was one of the most intelligent girls in the class. What made her get closer and closer to Tobirama was the growing tension between them. It was much more than a physical issue, but she refused to tell him that.

“Do you think I didn’t notice the looks between you and Tobirama-sensei?” The pinkette’s voice was extremely irritating, even more when she really wanted to screw her ex-friend.

“You’re crazy, Haruno,” she said with a sneer on her red painted lips.

“He’s a teacher, your teacher...” The pinkette insisted while slamming one of her hands on the table where the Hyūga was. She hated Hinata’s smug smile.

“You are angry because I am better than you.” Her angelic face did not hide her pretentious and even a little arrogant expression.

“This is going to go terribly wrong, Hyūga. Be careful,” the other said, pointing her finger at the brunette in front of her.

“Don’t try to threaten me, Haruno. Do you think you aren’t on thin ice?” she said, getting even closer to the girl in front of her, and then whispering evilly in her ear. “Have you forgotten what you and Kakashi-sensei did in the locker room last year? Well, I haven’t.” A sideways smile adorned the girl’s pretty face.

“What’s going on here?” Tobirama had just entered the classroom when he noticed the uneasiness that existed between the two girls. Even though their voices were nothing more than a whisper, he knew that little smile on the Hyuuga’s lips meant only one thing: trouble.

“Nothing is happening. Isn’t that right, Haruno?” The cynicism in Hinata’s voice was visible and her entire body posture bordered on discomfort, as well as the anger she was feeling.

“It’s... um... yeah, nothing’s happening,” Sakura faltered. Her face betrayed her astonishment at the teacher’s appearance, but her green eyes sparkled with pure hatred for Hinata.

“Very well. Miss Haruno, if there is nothing to discuss, you can leave,” he stated sharply. He knew what the feud between Sakura and Hinata was like, and he would never fall for Haruno’s conversations. His heart beat stronger for Hinata, although he wasn’t prepared to say so at the moment.

“Of course, I’ll leave you with your favorite student,” she said ironically, and quickly left the room.

“Bitch!” he heard Hinata scream as soon as Haruno left the room, and raised his eyebrows, looking curiously at his girl who had her face red with anger.

“Come here, brat,” he called and saw her look at him accusingly. There was a crease between her well-shaped eyebrows.

“Fuck you, Tobirama,” she exclaimed irritably. Just as she was turned on by his self-control, she was also very easily angered by the coldness he sometimes displayed.

He smirked. He adored his girl’s uncontrollable nature. He approached her, who was pacing back and forth cursing at Haruno, and held her tightly around her waist.

“I’m going to fuck you.”

Teacher’s pet

If I’m so special, why am I secret?

Yeah, why the fuck is that?

Do you regret the things we shared that I’ll never forget?

Well, do you? Tell me that

I know I’m young, but my mind is well beyond my years

I knew this wouldn’t last, but fuck you, don’t you leave me here

Teacher’s pet

If I’m so special, why am I secret?

Yes, she loved losing herself in Tobirama’s arms. She loved it when his strong arms squeezed her waist and he thrust deep inside her. She loved it when his experienced tongue ran through her body, giving her even more pleasure. But she also loved Tobirama. His rare smiles, the passionate way in which he spoke about his dreams, his serene face when she rarely woke up next to him and could admire his features while still sleeping. She knew it was wrong to fall in love with Tobirama, but all aspects of his soul contributed to becoming infatuated with him, and she wanted more...

“Tobi?” she started, out a little insecure. That was one of the days when she slept with him at his house, away from the constraints that technically prohibited them from having a relationship. She was laying on his chest and made small caresses with her fingertips on Tobirama’s naked torso, while enjoying the soft strokes he made on her hair.

“What is it?” he asked softly, his voice betraying how much he was enjoying that moment there beside her.

“I’m going to leave your class...” she said uncertainly. She felt when he stopped caressing her and walked away, sitting with her back to him. “We can try...” a relationship she wanted to say, but she didn’t have the courage yet.

“You know we can’t,” he stated seriously, observing her bare back and the way she clutched the sheets that were balled up next to her.

“If I left your class, there wouldn’t be any problems,” she insisted.

“We can’t,” he repeated. He wanted more than anything to have a serious relationship with her, he wanted to be able to shout from the rooftops that that woman was his, but he in no way wanted to tarnish her image or disrupt her life.

“You won’t harm me, if that’s what you’re thinking,” she said turning to him.

“Hinata, no,” he said a little nervously, and saw her get up. “Hinata...”

“No, it’s okay... I’ll leave.” She quickly searched for her clothes.

“You don’t have to go,” he tried, feeling his heart tightening in his chest.

“I do, Tobirama...” A lump of tears formed in her throat. She heard him mutter a denial, but she still didn’t dare look at him. “I need to go. I can’t stay like this anymore.”

“Hinata...” He held onto her wrist. He didn’t want to let her go.

“I love you, Tobirama. I can’t go on with this anymore.” She turned, looking at his surprised face. She felt it when he let go of her wrist, confirming only what she already thought: Tobirama didn’t feel the same and so, that’s why she left.

You liar, you were her desire

Now she wants to light you on fire

But fuck it, she’ll still call you

And a lighter when you wanna get high

And mess around ‘til you get numb

She said: It’s for all the right reasons, baby

Don’t care ‘bout grades, just call me your lady

He hadn’t seen her in two weeks. He knew she had changed classes and he realized that she hir around campus to avoid running into him, and that made him feel like an idiot. He asked himself all the time: Why had he not opened his heart to her? Why didn’t he explain his fears so that they could find a better solution together? He felt like a coward.

After three weeks without seeing her, he already felt all the symptoms of an addict in withdrawal. He needed her, he needed to tell her that he loved her too and that he wanted to try. And he was astonished when he saw her number flash on the screen on his cell phone, finding it strange that she was calling him at that time. After all, it was already 2 a.m. on a Saturday. He answered it.

“Look at that! That breaker answered me...” Her voice was clearly that of a drunk person.

“Where are you?” he asked irritably and got even more irritated by her loud laugh.

“Why do you care? You don’t love me...” she said, running over the words. “You hurt me, Tobi, and I’m really, really drunk.” Again, she laughed out loud, and he left like the most wretched human being in the world for making his girl suffer.

“I’ll pick you up, tell me where you are!” he insisted seriously.

“You are very annoying. I’m close to college...” she said, and he quickly hung up.

He hurriedly went towards the place she said she was. It was her favorite bar, and he saw that she was sitting there with her head lying on the counter, her cheeks reddened from excessive alcohol and her loud voice practically begging the bartender to serve another dose for her. He hated himself even more, because he knew that all of this was his and his cowardice's fault.

“Hime...” he whispered, placing his hand under her shoulder. Then, he noticed that her pearly eyes were blinking more and more slowly. He turned to the bartender, handing over some money to pay for her drinks, and as soon as he was with her in his arms, he realized that she had fallen asleep when she had offered no resistance.

It didn’t take long to arrive at his house, and she was still unconscious. He removed her tight clothes and swiftly put one of his t-shirts on her small body, and then he laid her on his bed. With her there beside him, he wondered how that woman could have become so important to him. Unconsciously, he snuggled her body to his.

Don’t care ‘bout grades, just call me your lady

If I pass, will you give me your babies?

Don’t call me crazy

You love me

Her head hurt like hell. She closed her eyes, trying to dispel the discomfort that the brightness of the place caused her and felt strong arms tighten around her body even more. She took a deep breath, feeling the intense perfume that she knew very well. It all came back to her mind. Damn it! She cursed, remembering that she had called Tobirama and said those shameful words to him. “Shit!”

So much for going on in her mind. His rejection, the fact that he hadn’t even once looked for her... her chest hurt so much. She tried to free herself from his arms. She didn’t want him to see her there, nor for him to see that she was running away from him, but she couldn’t bear to have only half of him, the one that wanted her body. She felt him tighten his grip around her and heard him grumble about her moving too much. She really wanted to take advantage of that moment, but she couldn’t, because she didn’t want to have her feelings broken by him anymore.

“Stay, let’s talk,” he said, feeling her movement. He had been awake for some time.

“Tobirama...” she would make a lame excuse and try to get out of there, but she was stopped by him.

“I was an idiot. That night, I should have told you that I loved you too, and that all I wanted was to be able to tell everyone you were mine. I was worried about ending up tarnishing your resume, tarnishing your image... I’m sorry, Hime, please. I’m almost going crazy without you...” He knew he only had one chance to say everything he felt for her, and that he could never miss that moment. He felt her beautiful body shudder in his arms and heard her soft sigh. He knew she was crying.

An incredible happiness coursed through her body. The time they spent apart was painful for her, and when she looked into his crimson eyes, she knew it wasn't different for him.

“You don’t know how much I missed you, but I was a coward... forgive me, Hinata,” he asked again.

“I... I love you too, Tobi...” She wrapped her arms around his torso, hugging his warm body and breathing in his perfume. She missed being with him so much. Soon, he pulled her body onto his, seeking her soft lips in a passionate kiss, which demonstrated how much he missed her.

“You’re not running away from me anymore, hot brat.” He squeezed her waist, moving her body under his so that she could feel his excitement. She moaned and brought her lips closer to his face.

“I don’t want to run away, I want you to fuck me, sensei...” she said in a whisper close to his ear, and then left a bite on his neck.

“With pleasure.”

Teacher’s pet

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