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Sakura waked up with her wound closed and stitched, and Naruto crying like a little kid at her side.
She was calm, almost serene on the scene, feeling only almost pleasure at the sadness of Naruto.
He is so cute like that.
Sadly, on the other side, there was Sasuke, silent and stoic like always. As Sakura predicted, he seemed more mildly annoyed that she wake up than truly worried about her.
The same didn't happen in Sarada's burial, for a vague definition of burial. There were barely complete pieces of her to put in the coffin, and Shikamaru wanted a complete analysis of the crime scene before giving them.
Sasuke never screamed in pain, or said anything. The true proof of his sadness were the endless, silent tears coming out of his eyes. Tears of both rage and sadness.
Sakura didn't regret it. In fact, Sasuke's tears made her more..../happy/.
She carefully described the murderer to Shikamaru as a masked, cloaked ninja.
Of course, she hid her satisfaction as she sent Shikamaru in a wild hunt to nowhere.
Sakura praised herself for choosing a isolated, significantly far away from any other inhabitation house as vacation spot, and dispensing the house servant before the carnage.
Of course, she asked Hinata to do that. And that's what the servant said.
In the end, the "grieving mother" came back to her house after she was healed of her wounds.
And Ino prepared the dinner after the burial for Sasuke and Sakura.
While Sakura disguised her lack of sadness by looking to the table while there was still no food on it, Sasuke crossed his hands and lowered his head below them, in that same reflexive pose of when he was a genin.
Ino put the plates on the table,and asked if they would need anything else.
"You can go now, Ino. We will be well." said Sasuke.
There was no dialogue between Sakura and Sasuke initially. There was nothing to be said anyway.
Or at least nothing Sakura wanted to be said while Ino was there.
"Fuck me." she asked, with an melancholic tone at Sasuke.
He didn't oppose it.
As Sasuke pounded her to the bed into climax, Sakura thought of Naruto.
/He's probably still in grief for his poor wife and children, and even Sarada as well. If he hadn't visited me and Sasuke yet, it was probably because he don't wants bother us with his own problems./
She smiled, almost unconsciously.
As the bliss of orgasm come through her body, Sasuke's face and body twisted in to Naruto, and Sakura fell unconscious, dreaming.
In her dreams, she was again in that bloodied house, but now she was naked on the ground, and Naruto was having sex with her, on the side of Hinata's corpse, or better, Hinata's revived but mutilated body, with an afflicted expression on her face as husband pounded Sakura into climax.
"Can, you see it bitch?" she said, with a smile, between moans of pleasure.
"He loves me.ONLY ME!"
She was calm, almost serene on the scene, feeling only almost pleasure at the sadness of Naruto.
He is so cute like that.
Sadly, on the other side, there was Sasuke, silent and stoic like always. As Sakura predicted, he seemed more mildly annoyed that she wake up than truly worried about her.
The same didn't happen in Sarada's burial, for a vague definition of burial. There were barely complete pieces of her to put in the coffin, and Shikamaru wanted a complete analysis of the crime scene before giving them.
Sasuke never screamed in pain, or said anything. The true proof of his sadness were the endless, silent tears coming out of his eyes. Tears of both rage and sadness.
Sakura didn't regret it. In fact, Sasuke's tears made her more..../happy/.
She carefully described the murderer to Shikamaru as a masked, cloaked ninja.
Of course, she hid her satisfaction as she sent Shikamaru in a wild hunt to nowhere.
Sakura praised herself for choosing a isolated, significantly far away from any other inhabitation house as vacation spot, and dispensing the house servant before the carnage.
Of course, she asked Hinata to do that. And that's what the servant said.
In the end, the "grieving mother" came back to her house after she was healed of her wounds.
And Ino prepared the dinner after the burial for Sasuke and Sakura.
While Sakura disguised her lack of sadness by looking to the table while there was still no food on it, Sasuke crossed his hands and lowered his head below them, in that same reflexive pose of when he was a genin.
Ino put the plates on the table,and asked if they would need anything else.
"You can go now, Ino. We will be well." said Sasuke.
There was no dialogue between Sakura and Sasuke initially. There was nothing to be said anyway.
Or at least nothing Sakura wanted to be said while Ino was there.
"Fuck me." she asked, with an melancholic tone at Sasuke.
He didn't oppose it.
As Sasuke pounded her to the bed into climax, Sakura thought of Naruto.
/He's probably still in grief for his poor wife and children, and even Sarada as well. If he hadn't visited me and Sasuke yet, it was probably because he don't wants bother us with his own problems./
She smiled, almost unconsciously.
As the bliss of orgasm come through her body, Sasuke's face and body twisted in to Naruto, and Sakura fell unconscious, dreaming.
In her dreams, she was again in that bloodied house, but now she was naked on the ground, and Naruto was having sex with her, on the side of Hinata's corpse, or better, Hinata's revived but mutilated body, with an afflicted expression on her face as husband pounded Sakura into climax.
"Can, you see it bitch?" she said, with a smile, between moans of pleasure.
"He loves me.ONLY ME!"
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