ReTurn

So, Sakura is having trust issues with Sasuke, but it seems that she's warming up to him! Though it also seems that she hasn't accepted him and Naruto as her friends again. Yet.

So bring on...

Chapter 8:

The Seeds of Emotion

When Sakura finally awoke, she found herself in a different room and laid snugly in a futon. She slowly blinked and without moving her head, took her time in taking in her unfamiliar surroundings. Her throat was dry and she heard muffled voices from a different room in the house. She smelled the strong scent of rubbing alcohol and felt the warmth of the comforter over her sore, stiff body. She felt something cold and moist on her forehead, which was probably a moist towelette, she thought, seeing at the corner of her eye a bowl of water to her left.

This isn't my room, she thought. What happened?

Then she remembered. She had been fighting off Zabuza, and helped Kakashi escaped his Water Prison Jutsu. She also had injured herself when she had rescued Sasuke, which ended with a deep gash on her left shoulder. She remembered hazily of being carried on someone's back to someone else's--she thought--Tazuna's house and talking to that person(A/N: That person is that first someone who was carrying her on his back. AKA: Sasuke. >^<).

Ah, Sakura, Mato said. 'bout time you woke up, but it's pretty early. It's only been several hours. You should go back to bed. You need more rest.

Sakura only grunted in response. Slowly, she moved her arms stiffly, groggily making them push the comforter off her and push her up into a sitting position, catching the cool towelette from her forehead as it fell. But the second she put pressure on her left arm, white hot pain shot up her arm to her shoulder, making her wince and drop back into the futon. She gasped for breath for a moment, frozen with shock. She hadn't expected that, but she should have.

She was badly injured because of Sasuke. Looking up at the ceiling, she thought back to the time she saved him. Why did I do that? she questioned herself. To be honest, she had not been thinking, which is pretty weird because she is a very cautious and thoughtful person. When she had seen Sasuke in trouble, her mind just went blank. She just acted on instinct, like it was natural, but she remembered the horrible gut wrenching feeling she had felt at that moment, seeing Sasuke about to die. She remembered her eyes widened in shock, her pupils dilating. She didn't know what she was doing until she blinked and found herself standing in front of Sasuke, pouring her chakra into her hands to shield her palms from Zabuza's blade. Then she felt her hidden controlled fury fueled into a uncontrollable raging fire, and started fighting his clone blinded by anger.

Sakura sighed before she gently rolled over on her right side, careful not to move her left shoulder too much. When she completely had rolled over on her side, Sakura finally noticed the head of dark spiky hair and her eyes widened and she felt her face heat up. A scream clawed its way up her throat, but her mouth was wide open in a silent cry.

There laid Sasuke, almost half of his body out of the futon, and his bed hair a tussled mess compared to his usual neatly spiked hair. His face was so peaceful. Funny how sleep can make you look younger because he looked as innocent as a baby. Then Sakura remembered how he would turn out when he got older and she pushed the thought of him being innocence from her mind. His face was so close to hers that she felt his warm breath fan her face. If she wanted to she could steal a kiss from him and he would never know. Sakura felt herself starting to lean forward. They were less than an inch apart and she--

Sasuke drowsily opened his eyes and yawned.

Is it mornin-- Sasuke's eyes widened, his pupils dilating, as he noticed how close he was to Sakura's sleeping face. He quickly sat up and backed away from her in surprise. He watched her for a moment, suspicious that she awoken before he had and had moved closer to him on purpose, but Sakura's breath was even, her face was calm, her body relaxed, and, Sasuke quickly noted, her lips parted. Sasuke shook his head, shrugging it off as he reached for the comforter and gently pulled it over her body. He reached for the cool towelette that had fallen from her forehead and leaned over Sakura, reaching across her, so he could dunk it into the water bowl on the other side of her. He sloppily laid it on her forehead and stood up to leave, closing the door behind him and heading to the bathroom.

Sakura's brow twitched in irritation. You're supposed to wring it, you idiot.

Sakura waited for a few seconds, waiting to see if Sasuke would come back. When he didn't Sakura slowly, quietly, used only her right arm to push herself into a sitting position. She stayed silent for moment, her face blank.
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Then she felt her face suddenly burst with warmth and dropped her head into her hands, blushing profusely. She frowned. What is wrong with me?

The second Sasuke's eyes opened, she had shut hers and did her best to relax both her body and her breathing, putting everything she had to not flush with embarrassment. She was so grateful that Sasuke's awakening had stopped her, otherwise she wouldn't know what to do if she had. Her heart was beating so hard, she felt like Sasuke could hear it.

She shouldn't be feeling this way again. She couldn't be. After what he has done to her, she shouldn't forgive him. Not unless she wanted to be heartbroken again.

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TO BE CONTINUED.

SO SAKURA NOW IS DEVELOPING SOME FEELINGS IN HER HEART. AND SHE'S FEELING THINGS FOR SASUKE AGAIN.

INTERESTING.

But there will always be something in your life to screw with you and fuck everything up.