SasuSaku. Her Fist + His Face = OTP. <3
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I don't normally post these here (they usually just go on 30_angsts and FF.net), but this one was decent enough for me to post it here.
It's the second half of this, which I also like. :]
Fandom: Naruto
Title: Through The Glass Half-Empty: Fragments
Author/Artist: alory_shannon
Theme(s): #28 - Tensai or Baka?
Pairing/Characters: Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: Reading the first half is v. much advised, since it sets the tone.
28. Tensai or Baka? (A Fool’s Quest)
She’s been tracking him for nearly a month now, and she can tell that he’s not in the best of health, most likely due to injuries that were infected or haven’t been allowed to heal properly, but he’s still Uchiha, still remarkably talented, and therefore still wretchedly difficult to locate if he doesn’t want to be found.
So when at long last Sakura finally does manage to find her quarry, it’s hard to tell which of them is more surprised, the pink-haired kunoichi or the raven-haired missing-nin; it’s hard to tell because neither betrays much in the way of facial expressions, each staring at the other across the clearing through ever-so-slightly narrowed eyes. A jaw might have clenched, or a hand tightened into a fist, but otherwise they are utterly motionless for the space of at least a dozen heartbeats.
Then, as if by some unspoken command, they leap forward simultaneously, chakra coiling visibly around a black-gloved fist, kusanagi crackling with electricity.
Steel rings on steel, and Sakura struggles just slightly, because the sword gives him a great deal more reach, and he’s not just good he’s amazing, and it’s all she can do to parry his blows and take minor cuts on her shoulders and forearms and watch and wait for an opening. She still isn’t as fast as he is, not nearly, but she knows his fighting style, she knows him, and that is what saves her, what evens out the playing field, because he has no idea what she’s become and all the things she’s learned, which ends up being enough to give her a chance to land a hard right cross on his jaw.
It’s obvious that Sasuke is surprised to find himself so abruptly knocked on his ass--so surprised that he only barely keeps hold of the hilt of his sword. He simply stares at her for a moment, expression unfathomable but probably more bemused than anything else, before turning his face to the side and spitting out a mouthful of blood; and then he makes his biggest mistake. As he slowly gets to his feet, he meets her unswerving gaze straight on, something cruel and unexpectedly childish in his expression.
“You hit like a girl,” he says with a condescending half-smirk.
He knows he’s said the wrong thing the second the words leave his mouth, as he watches her expression harden from grim determination to simple anger. And then again maybe she is as fast as he is now, because he didn’t see her move and she’s already right there in front of him, fist drawn back, and he belatedly realises that perhaps he should’ve been using his Sharingan after all, flat black eyes widening in the brief instant before her knuckles connect with his cheekbone.
And this time, she doesn’t pull the punch.
She watches with cold satisfaction as he flies backward, crashing through two trees before leaving a noticeable impression in a large boulder.
She’d hit him hard enough that she’d broken a few fingers herself (at least two); and despite the gloves and the calluses, blood drips from the inside of one of the black cuffs as she raises a hand to wipe away the perspiration beading along her upper lip.
She checks him over quickly--a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, lots of bruising and some splinters, along with a mild concussion from the impact, which had been enough to knock him unconscious--and snaps his shoulder back into place, though she leaves the rest of his injuries untended; then with surprising ease, she slings him roughly across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and starts off towards Konoha at full speed.
It’s time for someone to make some serious restitutions.
x-posted to 30_angsts and my writing journal.
I don't normally post these here (they usually just go on 30_angsts and FF.net), but this one was decent enough for me to post it here.
It's the second half of this, which I also like. :]
Fandom: Naruto
Title: Through The Glass Half-Empty: Fragments
Author/Artist: alory_shannon
Theme(s): #28 - Tensai or Baka?
Pairing/Characters: Uchiha Sasuke/Haruno Sakura
Rating: T
Disclaimer/claimer: Reading the first half is v. much advised, since it sets the tone.
28. Tensai or Baka? (A Fool’s Quest)
She’s been tracking him for nearly a month now, and she can tell that he’s not in the best of health, most likely due to injuries that were infected or haven’t been allowed to heal properly, but he’s still Uchiha, still remarkably talented, and therefore still wretchedly difficult to locate if he doesn’t want to be found.
So when at long last Sakura finally does manage to find her quarry, it’s hard to tell which of them is more surprised, the pink-haired kunoichi or the raven-haired missing-nin; it’s hard to tell because neither betrays much in the way of facial expressions, each staring at the other across the clearing through ever-so-slightly narrowed eyes. A jaw might have clenched, or a hand tightened into a fist, but otherwise they are utterly motionless for the space of at least a dozen heartbeats.
Then, as if by some unspoken command, they leap forward simultaneously, chakra coiling visibly around a black-gloved fist, kusanagi crackling with electricity.
Steel rings on steel, and Sakura struggles just slightly, because the sword gives him a great deal more reach, and he’s not just good he’s amazing, and it’s all she can do to parry his blows and take minor cuts on her shoulders and forearms and watch and wait for an opening. She still isn’t as fast as he is, not nearly, but she knows his fighting style, she knows him, and that is what saves her, what evens out the playing field, because he has no idea what she’s become and all the things she’s learned, which ends up being enough to give her a chance to land a hard right cross on his jaw.
It’s obvious that Sasuke is surprised to find himself so abruptly knocked on his ass--so surprised that he only barely keeps hold of the hilt of his sword. He simply stares at her for a moment, expression unfathomable but probably more bemused than anything else, before turning his face to the side and spitting out a mouthful of blood; and then he makes his biggest mistake. As he slowly gets to his feet, he meets her unswerving gaze straight on, something cruel and unexpectedly childish in his expression.
“You hit like a girl,” he says with a condescending half-smirk.
He knows he’s said the wrong thing the second the words leave his mouth, as he watches her expression harden from grim determination to simple anger. And then again maybe she is as fast as he is now, because he didn’t see her move and she’s already right there in front of him, fist drawn back, and he belatedly realises that perhaps he should’ve been using his Sharingan after all, flat black eyes widening in the brief instant before her knuckles connect with his cheekbone.
And this time, she doesn’t pull the punch.
She watches with cold satisfaction as he flies backward, crashing through two trees before leaving a noticeable impression in a large boulder.
She’d hit him hard enough that she’d broken a few fingers herself (at least two); and despite the gloves and the calluses, blood drips from the inside of one of the black cuffs as she raises a hand to wipe away the perspiration beading along her upper lip.
She checks him over quickly--a few broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, lots of bruising and some splinters, along with a mild concussion from the impact, which had been enough to knock him unconscious--and snaps his shoulder back into place, though she leaves the rest of his injuries untended; then with surprising ease, she slings him roughly across her shoulders in a fireman’s carry and starts off towards Konoha at full speed.
It’s time for someone to make some serious restitutions.
x-posted to 30_angsts and my writing journal.