Naruto Ninetails
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I decided to try and finish up Kishimoto's story pairing up a fief characters, while doing my best not to shit on their actual personalities along the way.
Dragging her bruised body out of bed Sakura looked outside the window. It was long since she actually felt the sun's warmth on her face. It was all over, but staring up at the sky allowed her to pretend it never happened just for a fief seconds.
The emergency room outside was crawling with medics who were about to end their 48 hour shifts and were eagerly listening to the sounds of new work force waking up.
Shinoby trauma ward 2.
Severely injured. Most dieing. A fief recovering. Naruto's bed in the middle of the room, the blonde man connected to unconscious Uchiha Sasuke next to him with chakra tubes allowing the exchange of bright red chakra that Sakura herself directed and used to her advantage. She took a shot gambling on Sasuke's life discarding all other known procedures, and got lucky. The thought of her killing him on the hospital bed disturbed her. But only because it wasn't so strange anymore. For once the lives of these two men were in her hands. That night she realized what power felt like. She could have lifted her hands of Sasuke's body and decided the fate of the ninja world in one moment. Now everything was going back to deceit, greed, robbery, division and politics... Sasuke Uchiha "the perfect excuse".
She could have chosen Naruto's path for him. The easier one. He fulfilled his promise, what could he have done about it?
Walking around in her white scrubs she rarely saw people anymore. They were amputations, abdominal and chest injuries, stab injuries, cuts, infections, dehydrated and malnourished, comas and the living dead. It occupied her for a while, made her look away.
A ninja from her division was needed on the front, was injured and grew a hematoma no one could drain. It exploded the night before. She was standing above him administering no more than pain killers, as he was not going to leave his bed again. This man, named Arata, has a wife and a kid outside. The woman wasn't crying. As if all of the tears have leaked out of her. She was holding her child with a numb expression on her face. Sakura spoke:
-You will not recover. I can not do anything, but one thing for you.
The man's eyes were calmly and softly capturing Sakura's. She seemed to have known what Arata wanted to tell her. His eyes started watering. He slowly looked down and closed them. She disconnected the oxygen supply. His seemed as if falling asleep.
She lost loved ones in this war. She lost family, she lost a teacher. She lost friends... But she could still cry. Naruto made sure of it, he protected her from the world, he lied to her at the top of his lunghs and pushed her forward. Somehow he kept her body and soul intact. He could have her life if he wanted to.
Sakura looked up at sleeping Sasuke. That was him. He was Arata, he was the wife, the child, the injured and the dead. He was a burden still leaking the life out of Naruto. Heh. Weren't the chakra tubes appropriate? But also a burden breaking under his own weight.
She thought at that very moment: She was still ready to die for Sasuke or kill him if needed. Her body shook. She was still holding onto the childish lies Naruto presented her with, and most importantly, those lies she told herself. She had no idea what the **** was the thing that tied her to Sasuke in such a powerful way. But right now she knew it sure as hell wasn't reality. That morning, around 06:18 am followed by a hollow and irritating sound of one shinobi's death, Sakura presented Naruto with the rest of her life.
Dragging her bruised body out of bed Sakura looked outside the window. It was long since she actually felt the sun's warmth on her face. It was all over, but staring up at the sky allowed her to pretend it never happened just for a fief seconds.
The emergency room outside was crawling with medics who were about to end their 48 hour shifts and were eagerly listening to the sounds of new work force waking up.
Shinoby trauma ward 2.
Severely injured. Most dieing. A fief recovering. Naruto's bed in the middle of the room, the blonde man connected to unconscious Uchiha Sasuke next to him with chakra tubes allowing the exchange of bright red chakra that Sakura herself directed and used to her advantage. She took a shot gambling on Sasuke's life discarding all other known procedures, and got lucky. The thought of her killing him on the hospital bed disturbed her. But only because it wasn't so strange anymore. For once the lives of these two men were in her hands. That night she realized what power felt like. She could have lifted her hands of Sasuke's body and decided the fate of the ninja world in one moment. Now everything was going back to deceit, greed, robbery, division and politics... Sasuke Uchiha "the perfect excuse".
She could have chosen Naruto's path for him. The easier one. He fulfilled his promise, what could he have done about it?
Walking around in her white scrubs she rarely saw people anymore. They were amputations, abdominal and chest injuries, stab injuries, cuts, infections, dehydrated and malnourished, comas and the living dead. It occupied her for a while, made her look away.
A ninja from her division was needed on the front, was injured and grew a hematoma no one could drain. It exploded the night before. She was standing above him administering no more than pain killers, as he was not going to leave his bed again. This man, named Arata, has a wife and a kid outside. The woman wasn't crying. As if all of the tears have leaked out of her. She was holding her child with a numb expression on her face. Sakura spoke:
-You will not recover. I can not do anything, but one thing for you.
The man's eyes were calmly and softly capturing Sakura's. She seemed to have known what Arata wanted to tell her. His eyes started watering. He slowly looked down and closed them. She disconnected the oxygen supply. His seemed as if falling asleep.
She lost loved ones in this war. She lost family, she lost a teacher. She lost friends... But she could still cry. Naruto made sure of it, he protected her from the world, he lied to her at the top of his lunghs and pushed her forward. Somehow he kept her body and soul intact. He could have her life if he wanted to.
Sakura looked up at sleeping Sasuke. That was him. He was Arata, he was the wife, the child, the injured and the dead. He was a burden still leaking the life out of Naruto. Heh. Weren't the chakra tubes appropriate? But also a burden breaking under his own weight.
She thought at that very moment: She was still ready to die for Sasuke or kill him if needed. Her body shook. She was still holding onto the childish lies Naruto presented her with, and most importantly, those lies she told herself. She had no idea what the **** was the thing that tied her to Sasuke in such a powerful way. But right now she knew it sure as hell wasn't reality. That morning, around 06:18 am followed by a hollow and irritating sound of one shinobi's death, Sakura presented Naruto with the rest of her life.
