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“Mirror’s Edge”
Chapter 6: To Taint A Flower
She stared down her old teammates, the look in their eyes would have been priceless had she not had a job to do.
“S-Sakura,” Naruto stuttered, the look in his eyes betraying the anger he expressed.
“It has been a while Naruto, Kakashi. It warms my heart that you haven’t forgotten me,” she dramatically placed her hand over her heart and grinned at them.
“We looked all over for you! You were just gone,” he tried, but she held her hand up glaring at him.
“You say that as if I wanted to be found,” she scoffed.
“Always the same aren’t you Naruto. Always eager to save the damsel and hope she will love you in kind. You could never see beyond your own ambitions and wants,” she added with a roll of her eyes.
“Always acting like you were a damsel, my dear. Are you even that surprised,” Obito chuckled out, his mask hiding his mirth over the banter.
“No… I can’t say that I am,” she responded, her tone cold.
“I am sorry if you,” Naruto started, but stopped when she started laughing.
The look in her eyes was hellish.
“Sorry? You are sorry?! You are only sorry I didn’t fall for your bullshit,” she seethed, her eyes almost glowing with madness. Kakashi lifted his headband revealing the Sharingan he possessed.
“Going to kill a friend Kakashi? Perhaps I should feel honored… Friend killer,” Sakura’s eyes locked onto his. She ignored the small part of her that winced at the low blow she gave. The tremble in Kakashi’s hand and the pain in his widened eyes as well as his increased breathing. Obito felt the jab in his chest. Using Rin against Kakashi was a good strategic maneuver, one that his family would’ve used as well. The low blow had done its job, and he briefly wondered if he had gone too far…
She was their enemy now and there was no turning back from the choices she had made. Yet, why was she hesitating? Why was there a voice in her heart that screamed to stop it? She felt as if her sanity was becoming less and less. She found herself wanting them to suffer and feel all that she felt while they tried to play hero and leave her a trembling, terrified girl. Sakura shook her head to rid herself of her wayward thoughts, in an attempt to drive away the madness filling her. She raised her twin katana, the tips pointed at her once teammates and friends.
“Instead of doing talk no jutsu before I die of boredom, I think we should get the show on the road,” she spat and ran at Naruto, Obito following closely behind her.
Kakashi snapped out of his trance, appearing in front of the blonde, and blocked the sword with a kunai. Quickly deflecting the second strike, but he could not dodge Obito’s strike. He stumbled back, his face shooting to the side, before snapping back to face them as if he was unphased. Sakura’s back met her partner’s, and their feet slid into a stance that the Copy ninja knew all too well.
“I am not a hundred percent sure, Naruto… But I think I know who’s behind that mask,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing.
“Stay close. We’ll get Sakura back,” he added, determination echoed in his tone. The incoming attack was quick. One minute Sakura was standing a few feet from them then the next she was right in front of them. Kakashi blocked each strike, finding an opening knocking a katana out of her hands, he grabbed it, spun and blocked her next strike. Sparks flew as the blades grinded against one another. This fighting style was so similar… His heart began racing as realization pierced his heart.
“It can’t be… Is he Obito,” he questioned, and his heart seized when he saw her smug smirk.
“A good shinobi would have known from the beginning,” she answered and sent him flying with a chakra infused kick to the gut. The kick was reminiscent of the time that Tsunade struck him, but this strike made him feel like every muscle, major organs, and bones had been obliterated.
His back hit a tree, and he slid down, before pushing himself back up. He had to keep fighting, Naruto wouldn’t kill even if he knew there was no helping them. He let out a grunt in pain when he felt the pierce his shoulder. His eyes met hers, that smile sending chills down his spine. He had seen that more than once on his own face when the Anbu lifestyle started consuming him.
“I don’t know what he’s told you or what genjutsu he has used, but it’s a lie Sakura. Yes, I failed you. I should’ve been there instead of keeping you behind Sasuke, Naruto, and myself. Making the three of us your shield… It was never my intention to make you feel less than them. It was my fault that those two did what they did,” Kakashi confessed, something flickered in Sakura’s eyes before it was gone just as quick.
“I am not a priest… I can’t forgive you for your transgressions,” she remarked, withdrawing the blade from his flesh and lifting it high above her head, but leapt back when Naruto came at her a fist raised, fear and pain in his eyes. She and Obito stood side by side before attacking in tandem. Pushing them back, by alternating between them, Kakashi left himself open knocking Obito back and Sakura swung the blade about to lop the Copy Ninja’s head off. That’s when she felt the wind spiral, her gaze turned to see the Rasen shuriken head right for her. Obito landed in front of her, consuming it with his Kamui.
“Not today fox child,” he chuckled out, gripping his flower’s waist, and jumping up to a tree limb just as Kisame appeared.
“Itachi Uchiha is dead. His brother isn’t doing too well,” he told them, and Sakura looked up at Obito. The things he felt from that look made him feel absolutely sinful. He shook it off for the moment before deciding to reveal a card from his hand.
“How tragic! Whatever shall we do,” he said with mock horror before laughing.
“Just kidding… It’s just as I expected… You should go check on your wayward Uchiha. Don’t want him dying now do you… Kakashi,” he removed his mask and looked at his old friend.
“Later,” and the three were gone before a word could be uttered…
In the coming weeks, Pein and Konan had attacked Konoha right after killing Jiraiya, but they were thwarted by Naruto. Tsunade was in a coma… The news had made his flower become somewhat wilted. While she was still spiteful towards her old home, the Senju personally didn’t do anything wrong to her. The news had devastated her. He enveloped her into his arms and swept them away to their sanctuary.
“I despise seeing you so broken, my dear,” he said, walking up to her from behind, wrapping his arms around her, and his lips pressed to the back of her head.
“Lady Tsunade didn’t deserve what happened to her,” she murmured, her eyes watering and blurring her vision.
“I know. It pains me to see you so broken. She will be fine; you will see in time. Stop feeling guilty over things that you could not control. It’s not your fault my dear and you are not a horrible or weak person for feeling hurt by the news,” he whispered in her ear and turned her to face him. Perhaps it was the way he looked at her or maybe it was this madness that was consuming her little by little, but despite her fear of the feelings she felt deep within the words just started flowing from her lips.
“You always know what to say… To take away the pain, fear, and doubt… You make me feel so many things. I don’t want to fall in love with you… Yet, I can’t help but to. I can’t help but want you,” she started, and her breath hitched when his lips came just a hair’s breadth from her own.
“Shhh,” was all he responded with until his lips captured her in a fiery kiss, the sweet sound that escaped her driving him on…
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Her hands gripped the front of his cloak, while one of his hands gripped her hair and tugged on it making her head tilt back as his lips traveled to her neck. His free hand reached around and unzipped her top, slowly pulling it away when it came open before pulling her shorts and medical skirt down while her hands made quick work of his cloak. Obito gently laid her on the grass, the glowing flower in his finger starting from her seal tracing it down her body, his lips following closely behind the path the petals took. As Obito traced the line of the glowing flower, his heart raced in sync with hers, a surge of passion and tenderness flooded his body. In this intimate moment, his mind was filled with a deep sense of adoration, and he was overwhelmed by the sense of connection he felt with Sakura. The way his hands gently explored Sakura’s body sent shivers of pleasure running down her spine. She gasped and arched her back, her hands digging into the grass, as his lips and hands moved over her.
It was as if her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt the heat in her body increasing. Every touch and kiss was not just an act of desire but a silent promise of his unwavering love and devotion to her. His kisses on her flesh traveled lower and lower... During the moment of his breath washing across her, she gasped out of the depths of her being. His eyes met hers before his mouth encompassed her clit, his tongue diving into her warm cavern. Her body responded with a shuddering wave of pleasure, muscles tensing and releasing in rhythm with his movements.
Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, each exhale punctuated by a moan of ecstasy. Every nerve in her body seemed to vibrate in harmony, as if she were a finely tuned instrument played by an expert hand... Or in this case his tongue. He hummed against her core as he continued lapping and sucking. The smell of her arousal and her taste quickly became his favorite thing in the world. In trying to grasp him, her hands flew to his hair, and as she rolled her hips against his mouth, and as she moaned raggedly, as his tongue flicked and dived as all of it made his mouth tingle and his heart raced. He sucked harder on her clit, moaning when her thighs encased his head, hips lifting off the ground, and she cried out his name. He gently pushed her legs open and lifted his head, his eyes smoldering with lust as his tongue licked his lips clean. He was right, she looked just like the angel he knew she was with the glowing flowers all around her like a halo. Kami, he never wanted that vision to ever leave his mind.
His body slid up hers, his lips pressing against her own, almost shivering in anticipation when he felt her hands grip his shirt and lift it up. The fabric slowly glided across his skin lighting his body a flame. He helped her pull it off before tugging his own pants off after removing his shoes with his feet. Their lips crashed together again, her legs wrapping around his waist. Pulling him closer to her, he slowly broke the kiss, his forehead touching her own.
“If you want me to stop… Tell me now because I won’t be able to if you don’t,” he whispered to her. She answered him by pressing her lips against him again and pulling him closer. He rolled his hips, inch by inch filling and stretching her. He kissed her over and over waiting for her to adjust to him and the pain to subside. After a few moments, she rolled her hips experimentally, a low moan escaping her lips. That moan alone almost made him come undone.
He slowly pulled out leaving only the tip before pushing himself back in. He continued this pattern, creating a steady rhythm that was both gentle and deliberate. Each movement was measured, building a careful balance of anticipation and release. As he maintained this tempo, the sensation grew more intense with every thrust. Her breath quickened, and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, bringing her closer to the edge. The heat between them intensified, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as the sensation became almost overwhelming. Their eyes locked, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never express. Every touch, every caress, was a silent testament to their love and trust. In that moment, they were not just two bodies entwined, but two souls deeply connected, sharing an intimate dance of passion and vulnerability. As the intensity reached its peak, their movements became more urgent and desperate.
She felt a powerful surge of ecstasy ripple through her, culminating in a breathtaking release that left her trembling. He followed closely behind, their shared climax uniting them in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. They lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, their breathing slowly returning to normal. A profound sense of contentment washed over them, filling their sanctuary with peaceful silence. In that quiet aftermath, they felt an unspoken bond, a deep connection that transcended words and lingered in their hearts. He held her tightly to him as she snuggled into him. She fell into a peaceful slumber, and he found himself drifting along with her...
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He walked in the field of his dream, his eyes widening at the sight before him. Usually, only Madara was in this plane, but this was not the case this time. There stood a young version of himself.
“We are going to talk,” his younger version spoke, his eyes narrowed…
End of Chapter 6