Fanfic: Sand and Leaf part 2 -KankuroxSakura rated M+ NC18
Title: Sand and the Leaf
(sequel to With Strings Attached)
Author: StarbearerTM
Chapter: 2
Pairing: KankuroxSakura, implied ShikaxTemari
Genre: Romance, pwp, drama
Rating: M
Word count: 5100 approx (both parts)
Summary: Sakura hates and loves sand, just like Kankuro thinks leaves can be pretty and annoying at the same time.
A/N: I started this Wednesday, December 12, 2012, and it's been sitting on my hard drive. I decided to dust it off and brush it up to post. Takes place after the fic With Strings Attached.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto created Naruto Shippuden, I didn't. The anime and manga is licensed and owned by Shonen Jump. I make no money for the writing of this story.
Kankuro eagerly obliged her, running his tongue over her lips so Sakura could touch the tip of hers to his. Both their mouths opened in tandem to allow passage of those muscles into their respective caverns. Melting into the kiss Sakura hungrily suckled on Kankuro’s wriggling tongue. A slippery feel of greasepaint on her lips and face was even more exotic because it was a trace of him spreading to her.
“Mmm… mghh…” Sakura groaned into the kiss, sucking at him so hard she must be bruising his.
Moaning into her mouth Kankuro moved his lips to dominate hers, thrusting his tongue deep, and pressing his knee between her legs. Waves of tingly sinful pleasure spread from the crown of Sakura’s head to her toes that curled. This time she panted deeply for breath, hating that his lips had left hers.
“Perfect,” the puppeteer ninja got out, cradling her in his arms.
“This isn’t fair. The time I want to move and I have to have you do it for me…”
“Then you want more?’ Kankuro asked, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I know it’s safe to do this as long as we’re gentle.”
“I’m not telling you to stop, Kankuro,” she clarified and it was enough for him to reposition her so he was lying in the bed next to her and she was sitting partly in his lap. The warmth from another body was more than welcome as were his hands tracing up and down her body through her gown.
She could still move her lips and tongue though his fingers manipulated her arms. She could wriggle her fingers even though she felt numb mostly. Just giving pleasure and feeling someone give her pleasure in return. No strings except the chakra strings. For whatever reason she would not question Kankuro was giving her physical comfort.
“Ahh… mmmm Kankuro…” she sighed.
“Sakura… babe… that’s so good…” he responded between multiple kisses on his lips broken only for breaths.
“I want… I need… you right now,” she confessed, her face flushed.
“You sure you’re not going to kill me later?” Kankuro asked. She nodded and he started to run his hands over her body. He made sure to allow her hands to move similarly to caress him through and under his clothes.
Sakura’s hips could move the slightest bit so she demonstrated with her mouth her hunger. Kankuro’s touch was magical, almost hypnotic for it took her mind away from the fact she could not move very well. She whispered, “Help me get this gown off, and be with me.”
His lips twisted up in a smirk. “Be with you how?”
Green eyes defiantly glared. “You know, you insufferable pain in the ass.”
“I want you to tell me,” Kankuro teased, keeping his hands moving over her in playful motions.
What she could not express with her body she used her voice to emphasize. “Just take off my clothes and screw me, damn it!”
Unable to resist her any more Kankuro did as she asked. Kissing all over her bare body, and nipping at her breasts. Pulling down her underwear and using the opportunity to put his head in her lap and make her grit her teeth to keep from crying out.
Kankuro had a big smirk on his face, and his makeup was a bit smudged at this point as he licked his lips. “You’re delicious.”
“Mmm, did I tell you to stop?” Sakura asked, managing to move one arm without his help to grab his hair.
“You’re pretty impatient now,” he scolded playfully but the tugging on his hair showed him she was starting to get some strength back.
Sighing she tried to reach down and touch him but all she managed to do was clumsily rub her knee into his bulge. Kankuro chuckled and lay her down on the bed under him, before he pulled down his pants to his knees. Sakura urgently whispered, “Hurry…”
“You want that right now?” Kankuro asked.
“If you don’t hurry up and get inside me I WILL hurt you later,” Sakura gritted her teeth, so Kankuro pinned her down by a shoulder and wrapped her legs around his waist. He then guided himself to her, glad that he had wrung an orgasm from her.
“I don’t want to hurt you that much now,” he muttered before Sakura happened to look down and realized just why when the tip of his rod touched her opening. Just inside it, he pressed the tip teasingly.
“Oh… it’s… big…” she murmured, blushing bright pink, a shade darker than her hair. From inside her core she felt her fluid seeping in anticipation. Just having the tip in was driving her nuts because it tickled.
“Yeah,” Kankuro chuckled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Don’t underestimate me,” Sakura smirked at him, wriggling her hips. “I do want you inside me or I’ll really strangle you when I recover.”
Unable to resist any longer Kankuro then rolled onto his side and manipulated the chakra strings to hold Sakura up and position her over him. Sakura wriggled her fingers looking down at him as she panted unable to move because of the poison’s after effects. Then she felt herself lowered down and groaned at the tip entering deeper inside. With a sharp thrust of his hips, Kankuro impaled her and let out a groan of need.
“Ahahah… Kankuro!” Sakura let out the same groan, grasping onto him as she felt her arms or one able to move. He was big, filling her completely and then some. From the look on his face, she could tell he was enjoying this immensely and she was trying to catch her breath.
“Damn, so tight, so perfect,” Kankuro got out. If this was Naruto saying such words she have hit them, but it wasn’t Naruto but the very brother of the Kazekage she was mounted on top of right now. A master of poisons and a jonin of the Sand.
“Kankuro, I thought you were just bragging,” she managed to chuckle.
He shifted his hips the slightest bit and she wriggled hers in return. The friction felt incredible and Sakura wanted more. Frustrated at her situation she buried her face in his shoulder so Kankuro did the bulk of the moving. He flipped them over so she was under him, and her hips were angled so he could penetrate her at a shallower angle.
“Ohhh…” Sakura moaned.
“Mmm-hmm,” Kankuro groaned, eyes almost rolling in the back of his head. “Better than I imagined.”
“And you’re… Imagining putting things… on those puppets… and doing the same to me aren’t you?” Sakura panted, whimpering at the way he thrust into her.
“Yeah… actually,” Kankuro admitted, laughing a bit. “Freaks you out huh?”
Pink hair stuck to the sides of her head. “It does, but it’s also… making me… go crazy.”
“I could should you… after this,” he offered, bracing one hand down on the side of her head and holding her hips to his with his other hand.
“Don’t get ahead… ahhh... of yourself…mmmmmm… there…” Sakura whimpered. Pulling almost all the way out of her Kankuro then rubbed her clit in just the right way to make her see stars. The amount of effort he put into pleasing her and his knowledge of a woman’s body was both shameful and erotic.
“Kankuro… Ahhh…” Sakura gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as her toes curled along with her back arching.
The puppet ninja held her hips to his, burying himself deep the moment he felt her flutter around him. He could not resist releasing his passion deep inside of her, laying claim with his essence and his chakra. In the narrow bed, Sakura clung to him, not wanting to fall out. The only way they could lay there was her curled up to him or her lying on top of him on her belly.
Neither of them seemed to have the energy to want to move much more.
Sakura lay with her head nestled under his chin and Kankuro had both arms wrapped tightly around her. He broke the silence first by saying, “You’re wearing some of my paint.”
“You look handsome without that stuff plastered on your face,” Sakura admitted.
The face in question wrinkled into a scowl. “Sorry but you’re not going to convince me to give it up, missy.”
“Who says I was,” Sakura snapped, glaring up at him. “Keep on wearing it. Because then nobody’s going to know how handsome you are under it!”
“Heh, you got it,” he managed to say, though he was drained. Right now, all he wanted to do was lay there and fall asleep with Sakura in his arms. His black pants were hitched down around his knees, while his makeup was smeared mostly on Sakura’s cheeks. Both still intimately connected with the evidence of their lovemaking.
Feeling a bit mischievous, Sakura wriggled her hips. She loved the wide-eyed look on the puppeteer ninja’s face. An evil smirk came over his face as he wriggled back, starting to come back to life inside.
The pinkette shifted the slighted bit more. “Are you tired?”
“A little, but if you’re up for a second act, I'm game,” he began.
She squeezed down on him from inside. “That’s so cheesy.”
“Sakura, could you do that again?” Kankuro asked after a slow kiss.
“Do what again?” Sakura asked, smirking up at him. Kankuro loved the sudden bedroom look to her eyes showing him that she was well on the way to recovering and happy to play between the sheets once she relaxed.
The door opened and a few medical ninja looked in to seeing a very pissed off Kankuro and an equally irate Sakura glaring at them, tangled in the sheets of the bed together. Making a fist Sakura shrilled, “Get out of here!”
Frightened eyes turned white at the same time sweat drops appeared on multiple foreheads. “Lord Kankuro I’m so sorry to…”
Twisting around so Sakura was underneath him, and his one hand wriggled enough to send a host of kunai at the terrified medical workers. “Get the hell OUT OF HERE!”
**
Out in the hallway everyone could hear the heated dialogue. Even the oldest sand sibling along with the chunin Nara dozing with head and shoulders on her thighs.
“Someone shut up that troublesome noise,” Shikamaru complained, wincing in Temari’s lap.
“That IDIOT, he didn’t just…” Temari grunted in disgust.
“Do I WANT to know?” Shikamaru asked, clapping his hands over his ears.
“Lady Temari, Lord Kankuro is in with the patient and…” stammered one of the medical ninja.
“Leave them alone!” Temari snapped. “And go about your business!”
**
“I’m going to murder someone,” Sakura huffed, burying her face in his chest. Both of them pulled apart since the mood was totally ruined.
“I’ll do the honors for you,” Kankuro huffed, turning around to pull up his pants and shimmy into them while Sakura pulled the sheets around her.
“Let them in to do their job,” she muttered.
“I’m sorry,” Kankuro muttered before bending down to give her a chaste kiss. “I’ll see you later ok?”
“Ok…” Sakura mumbled, feeling her bottom lip poking out in a pout to see him grab his hood and storm out.
**
Much later Sakura woke up in a different room, thankfully devoid of med ninjas but full of hanging objects here and there. She was sure they could be dead bodies. The last thing she recalled was throwing a fit and the pillow itself at several medical ninja that interrupted a very pleasurable encounter she was sure must have been a dream because she was half numbed before plunging into a sudden pit of nothingness.
A velvet lined pit she did not want to crawl out of, because the hanging objects freaked her out. Through a round window came just a hint of light pale blue and yellow in color with tinges of orange. Pushing down against the mattress Sakura tried to get up and found she could. Between her legs was a bit of an ache and a stickiness she recognized all too well.
She had done it. With the brother of the Kazekage no less. Mister freak show himself. Not that her body was complaining because she could feel. “I CAN feel, every little ache and pain, but it feels good. But I’m going to kill him for putting me in his freak show room!”
To her surprise, it seemed as if only she slept in the comfortable and roomy bed. The nightgown she wore was no nonsense and soft silk, a bit big. Maybe was something that Temari had dressed her in, or Kankuro. Beside the bed, she noticed what looked like tea, and something resembling a typical cold breakfast for the sand of pastries. She took a nibble and sipped at the tea gratefully, not minding that it was tepid.
As the full light of the sun beamed through the two round windows, Sakura saw the various puppet parts hanging more clearly. She also noticed a few pieces of what she recognized as one of Kankuro’s beloved old faithful, that thing he called Crow, which in no way resembled a bird.
She heard the knock on the door and mumbled, “Yeah?”
“It’s Temari. You’re awake enough to sit up?” asked the voice.
“Yes, I am,” Sakura called back, glad to see Temari enter the door and come to sit down. Before the eldest sand sibling did she set a mug of hot tea down at the bedside table.
“Don’t worry, it’s one of my gowns,” said Temari with a slight chuckle. However, she gave an irritated look to the rest of the room’s contents.
“Seriously, his room?” asked Sakura, sitting up in bed. She was glad to be able to take the tea
Temari handed her and sip it with her own two hands. Only a dull ache in all her muscles reminded her of her near brush with a poison induced death.
“He insisted,” Temari sighed. “And if you’re looking for him, he was out on patrol right now.”
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Sakura grumbled.
“Well, what he does on his own time is his business, but I did give him an earful about his CHOICE in doing such things,” Temari mumbled, rolling her eyes.
Behind her hand, Sakura hid the sudden smirk and accompanying giggle. “Kiba is his partner in crime whenever he comes to Konoha!”
This time Temari snickered. “But you don’t have to worry. He’s pretty serious about this.”
“So he’s not in the habit of sneaking into the hospital beds of certain girls?” joked Sakura.
Temari joked back. “Not if he wants to be alive to tell the tale.”
Sipping more tea, the medical nin surpressed another chuckle. “Well I can’t say the same that Shikamaru would do something quite that stupid, but Kiba…”
With a nod, Temari agreed. “Explains why they’re such good friends.”
“How is Shikamaru?” the pinkette asked next, setting the tea down on the nightstand once more.
Temari shrugged. “Sleeping sound and sawing wood, like the lazy bum he is.”
Giggles erupted from both women's lips simultaneously. Sakura smiled a bit, laying back in the bed. Temari then patted her on the shoulder saying, “Right now, I don't think you could suffer from a little more sleep. I'll come back with some solid food later. I'll let Kankuro know how you're doing.”
“Sounds good,” murmured Sakura. Sleep claimed her as she excitedly pondered the possibilities of where things were headed with the puppet master. The sand and the leaf had close ties indeed, and she was but one part of that process weaving the destiny of two hidden villages together: Konoha and Suna.
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(sequel to With Strings Attached)
Author: StarbearerTM
Chapter: 2
Pairing: KankuroxSakura, implied ShikaxTemari
Genre: Romance, pwp, drama
Rating: M
Word count: 5100 approx (both parts)
Summary: Sakura hates and loves sand, just like Kankuro thinks leaves can be pretty and annoying at the same time.
A/N: I started this Wednesday, December 12, 2012, and it's been sitting on my hard drive. I decided to dust it off and brush it up to post. Takes place after the fic With Strings Attached.
Disclaimer: Masashi Kishimoto created Naruto Shippuden, I didn't. The anime and manga is licensed and owned by Shonen Jump. I make no money for the writing of this story.
Kankuro eagerly obliged her, running his tongue over her lips so Sakura could touch the tip of hers to his. Both their mouths opened in tandem to allow passage of those muscles into their respective caverns. Melting into the kiss Sakura hungrily suckled on Kankuro’s wriggling tongue. A slippery feel of greasepaint on her lips and face was even more exotic because it was a trace of him spreading to her.
“Mmm… mghh…” Sakura groaned into the kiss, sucking at him so hard she must be bruising his.
Moaning into her mouth Kankuro moved his lips to dominate hers, thrusting his tongue deep, and pressing his knee between her legs. Waves of tingly sinful pleasure spread from the crown of Sakura’s head to her toes that curled. This time she panted deeply for breath, hating that his lips had left hers.
“Perfect,” the puppeteer ninja got out, cradling her in his arms.
“This isn’t fair. The time I want to move and I have to have you do it for me…”
“Then you want more?’ Kankuro asked, mischief dancing in his eyes. “I know it’s safe to do this as long as we’re gentle.”
“I’m not telling you to stop, Kankuro,” she clarified and it was enough for him to reposition her so he was lying in the bed next to her and she was sitting partly in his lap. The warmth from another body was more than welcome as were his hands tracing up and down her body through her gown.
She could still move her lips and tongue though his fingers manipulated her arms. She could wriggle her fingers even though she felt numb mostly. Just giving pleasure and feeling someone give her pleasure in return. No strings except the chakra strings. For whatever reason she would not question Kankuro was giving her physical comfort.
“Ahh… mmmm Kankuro…” she sighed.
“Sakura… babe… that’s so good…” he responded between multiple kisses on his lips broken only for breaths.
“I want… I need… you right now,” she confessed, her face flushed.
“You sure you’re not going to kill me later?” Kankuro asked. She nodded and he started to run his hands over her body. He made sure to allow her hands to move similarly to caress him through and under his clothes.
Sakura’s hips could move the slightest bit so she demonstrated with her mouth her hunger. Kankuro’s touch was magical, almost hypnotic for it took her mind away from the fact she could not move very well. She whispered, “Help me get this gown off, and be with me.”
His lips twisted up in a smirk. “Be with you how?”
Green eyes defiantly glared. “You know, you insufferable pain in the ass.”
“I want you to tell me,” Kankuro teased, keeping his hands moving over her in playful motions.
What she could not express with her body she used her voice to emphasize. “Just take off my clothes and screw me, damn it!”
Unable to resist her any more Kankuro did as she asked. Kissing all over her bare body, and nipping at her breasts. Pulling down her underwear and using the opportunity to put his head in her lap and make her grit her teeth to keep from crying out.
Kankuro had a big smirk on his face, and his makeup was a bit smudged at this point as he licked his lips. “You’re delicious.”
“Mmm, did I tell you to stop?” Sakura asked, managing to move one arm without his help to grab his hair.
“You’re pretty impatient now,” he scolded playfully but the tugging on his hair showed him she was starting to get some strength back.
Sighing she tried to reach down and touch him but all she managed to do was clumsily rub her knee into his bulge. Kankuro chuckled and lay her down on the bed under him, before he pulled down his pants to his knees. Sakura urgently whispered, “Hurry…”
“You want that right now?” Kankuro asked.
“If you don’t hurry up and get inside me I WILL hurt you later,” Sakura gritted her teeth, so Kankuro pinned her down by a shoulder and wrapped her legs around his waist. He then guided himself to her, glad that he had wrung an orgasm from her.
“I don’t want to hurt you that much now,” he muttered before Sakura happened to look down and realized just why when the tip of his rod touched her opening. Just inside it, he pressed the tip teasingly.
“Oh… it’s… big…” she murmured, blushing bright pink, a shade darker than her hair. From inside her core she felt her fluid seeping in anticipation. Just having the tip in was driving her nuts because it tickled.
“Yeah,” Kankuro chuckled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Don’t underestimate me,” Sakura smirked at him, wriggling her hips. “I do want you inside me or I’ll really strangle you when I recover.”
Unable to resist any longer Kankuro then rolled onto his side and manipulated the chakra strings to hold Sakura up and position her over him. Sakura wriggled her fingers looking down at him as she panted unable to move because of the poison’s after effects. Then she felt herself lowered down and groaned at the tip entering deeper inside. With a sharp thrust of his hips, Kankuro impaled her and let out a groan of need.
“Ahahah… Kankuro!” Sakura let out the same groan, grasping onto him as she felt her arms or one able to move. He was big, filling her completely and then some. From the look on his face, she could tell he was enjoying this immensely and she was trying to catch her breath.
“Damn, so tight, so perfect,” Kankuro got out. If this was Naruto saying such words she have hit them, but it wasn’t Naruto but the very brother of the Kazekage she was mounted on top of right now. A master of poisons and a jonin of the Sand.
“Kankuro, I thought you were just bragging,” she managed to chuckle.
He shifted his hips the slightest bit and she wriggled hers in return. The friction felt incredible and Sakura wanted more. Frustrated at her situation she buried her face in his shoulder so Kankuro did the bulk of the moving. He flipped them over so she was under him, and her hips were angled so he could penetrate her at a shallower angle.
“Ohhh…” Sakura moaned.
“Mmm-hmm,” Kankuro groaned, eyes almost rolling in the back of his head. “Better than I imagined.”
“And you’re… Imagining putting things… on those puppets… and doing the same to me aren’t you?” Sakura panted, whimpering at the way he thrust into her.
“Yeah… actually,” Kankuro admitted, laughing a bit. “Freaks you out huh?”
Pink hair stuck to the sides of her head. “It does, but it’s also… making me… go crazy.”
“I could should you… after this,” he offered, bracing one hand down on the side of her head and holding her hips to his with his other hand.
“Don’t get ahead… ahhh... of yourself…mmmmmm… there…” Sakura whimpered. Pulling almost all the way out of her Kankuro then rubbed her clit in just the right way to make her see stars. The amount of effort he put into pleasing her and his knowledge of a woman’s body was both shameful and erotic.
“Kankuro… Ahhh…” Sakura gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as her toes curled along with her back arching.
The puppet ninja held her hips to his, burying himself deep the moment he felt her flutter around him. He could not resist releasing his passion deep inside of her, laying claim with his essence and his chakra. In the narrow bed, Sakura clung to him, not wanting to fall out. The only way they could lay there was her curled up to him or her lying on top of him on her belly.
Neither of them seemed to have the energy to want to move much more.
Sakura lay with her head nestled under his chin and Kankuro had both arms wrapped tightly around her. He broke the silence first by saying, “You’re wearing some of my paint.”
“You look handsome without that stuff plastered on your face,” Sakura admitted.
The face in question wrinkled into a scowl. “Sorry but you’re not going to convince me to give it up, missy.”
“Who says I was,” Sakura snapped, glaring up at him. “Keep on wearing it. Because then nobody’s going to know how handsome you are under it!”
“Heh, you got it,” he managed to say, though he was drained. Right now, all he wanted to do was lay there and fall asleep with Sakura in his arms. His black pants were hitched down around his knees, while his makeup was smeared mostly on Sakura’s cheeks. Both still intimately connected with the evidence of their lovemaking.
Feeling a bit mischievous, Sakura wriggled her hips. She loved the wide-eyed look on the puppeteer ninja’s face. An evil smirk came over his face as he wriggled back, starting to come back to life inside.
The pinkette shifted the slighted bit more. “Are you tired?”
“A little, but if you’re up for a second act, I'm game,” he began.
She squeezed down on him from inside. “That’s so cheesy.”
“Sakura, could you do that again?” Kankuro asked after a slow kiss.
“Do what again?” Sakura asked, smirking up at him. Kankuro loved the sudden bedroom look to her eyes showing him that she was well on the way to recovering and happy to play between the sheets once she relaxed.
The door opened and a few medical ninja looked in to seeing a very pissed off Kankuro and an equally irate Sakura glaring at them, tangled in the sheets of the bed together. Making a fist Sakura shrilled, “Get out of here!”
Frightened eyes turned white at the same time sweat drops appeared on multiple foreheads. “Lord Kankuro I’m so sorry to…”
Twisting around so Sakura was underneath him, and his one hand wriggled enough to send a host of kunai at the terrified medical workers. “Get the hell OUT OF HERE!”
**
Out in the hallway everyone could hear the heated dialogue. Even the oldest sand sibling along with the chunin Nara dozing with head and shoulders on her thighs.
“Someone shut up that troublesome noise,” Shikamaru complained, wincing in Temari’s lap.
“That IDIOT, he didn’t just…” Temari grunted in disgust.
“Do I WANT to know?” Shikamaru asked, clapping his hands over his ears.
“Lady Temari, Lord Kankuro is in with the patient and…” stammered one of the medical ninja.
“Leave them alone!” Temari snapped. “And go about your business!”
**
“I’m going to murder someone,” Sakura huffed, burying her face in his chest. Both of them pulled apart since the mood was totally ruined.
“I’ll do the honors for you,” Kankuro huffed, turning around to pull up his pants and shimmy into them while Sakura pulled the sheets around her.
“Let them in to do their job,” she muttered.
“I’m sorry,” Kankuro muttered before bending down to give her a chaste kiss. “I’ll see you later ok?”
“Ok…” Sakura mumbled, feeling her bottom lip poking out in a pout to see him grab his hood and storm out.
**
Much later Sakura woke up in a different room, thankfully devoid of med ninjas but full of hanging objects here and there. She was sure they could be dead bodies. The last thing she recalled was throwing a fit and the pillow itself at several medical ninja that interrupted a very pleasurable encounter she was sure must have been a dream because she was half numbed before plunging into a sudden pit of nothingness.
A velvet lined pit she did not want to crawl out of, because the hanging objects freaked her out. Through a round window came just a hint of light pale blue and yellow in color with tinges of orange. Pushing down against the mattress Sakura tried to get up and found she could. Between her legs was a bit of an ache and a stickiness she recognized all too well.
She had done it. With the brother of the Kazekage no less. Mister freak show himself. Not that her body was complaining because she could feel. “I CAN feel, every little ache and pain, but it feels good. But I’m going to kill him for putting me in his freak show room!”
To her surprise, it seemed as if only she slept in the comfortable and roomy bed. The nightgown she wore was no nonsense and soft silk, a bit big. Maybe was something that Temari had dressed her in, or Kankuro. Beside the bed, she noticed what looked like tea, and something resembling a typical cold breakfast for the sand of pastries. She took a nibble and sipped at the tea gratefully, not minding that it was tepid.
As the full light of the sun beamed through the two round windows, Sakura saw the various puppet parts hanging more clearly. She also noticed a few pieces of what she recognized as one of Kankuro’s beloved old faithful, that thing he called Crow, which in no way resembled a bird.
She heard the knock on the door and mumbled, “Yeah?”
“It’s Temari. You’re awake enough to sit up?” asked the voice.
“Yes, I am,” Sakura called back, glad to see Temari enter the door and come to sit down. Before the eldest sand sibling did she set a mug of hot tea down at the bedside table.
“Don’t worry, it’s one of my gowns,” said Temari with a slight chuckle. However, she gave an irritated look to the rest of the room’s contents.
“Seriously, his room?” asked Sakura, sitting up in bed. She was glad to be able to take the tea
Temari handed her and sip it with her own two hands. Only a dull ache in all her muscles reminded her of her near brush with a poison induced death.
“He insisted,” Temari sighed. “And if you’re looking for him, he was out on patrol right now.”
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Sakura grumbled.
“Well, what he does on his own time is his business, but I did give him an earful about his CHOICE in doing such things,” Temari mumbled, rolling her eyes.
Behind her hand, Sakura hid the sudden smirk and accompanying giggle. “Kiba is his partner in crime whenever he comes to Konoha!”
This time Temari snickered. “But you don’t have to worry. He’s pretty serious about this.”
“So he’s not in the habit of sneaking into the hospital beds of certain girls?” joked Sakura.
Temari joked back. “Not if he wants to be alive to tell the tale.”
Sipping more tea, the medical nin surpressed another chuckle. “Well I can’t say the same that Shikamaru would do something quite that stupid, but Kiba…”
With a nod, Temari agreed. “Explains why they’re such good friends.”
“How is Shikamaru?” the pinkette asked next, setting the tea down on the nightstand once more.
Temari shrugged. “Sleeping sound and sawing wood, like the lazy bum he is.”
Giggles erupted from both women's lips simultaneously. Sakura smiled a bit, laying back in the bed. Temari then patted her on the shoulder saying, “Right now, I don't think you could suffer from a little more sleep. I'll come back with some solid food later. I'll let Kankuro know how you're doing.”
“Sounds good,” murmured Sakura. Sleep claimed her as she excitedly pondered the possibilities of where things were headed with the puppet master. The sand and the leaf had close ties indeed, and she was but one part of that process weaving the destiny of two hidden villages together: Konoha and Suna.
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