In the Wrong Arms

Little Falcon:Okay, this is supposed to be just a one shot but the idea got bigger and everything can't fit into just a long chapter so I made it a segment story. This is part of my tribute to my favorite couple GaaSaku because it's Gaara's birthday today! Like my other stories, please read and review okay?

Standard Disclaimer: I only own that idea that's all. If I did own this series I'll be the happiest person on earth.

Prologue: First Encounter

Little Falcon: Before I forget, this story is rated M for a very serious reason.

The sight and smell of blood was something as common as seeing and smelling water for medic nins but too much of it can still be overwhelming, even to those highly skilled. Her emerald eyes didn't dare to blink as the heart beneath her hands slowly stopped beating. Even the curtain of heavy rain wasn't enough to wash all the blood away. Worse, it made it look like everything was covered in it.

"The Desert Reaper's been sealed! Victory is ours!" she didn't look away from her patient's eyes as he took his last gasping breath.

"You're holding up pretty well, despite being you're first time on the battlefield, Sakura," her former sensei and now teammate, Kakashi, approached her as she put on her gloves again. When he caught sight of the pain in her eyes, he had proven himself wrong.

Thunder split the night sky as the heavy rain continued its downpour. Below, blade against blade. Explosions. Battle cries. Gasping breaths. A flood of death and violence.

Even with her functioning lungs, she feels suffocated. Like she needed to breathe fresh air and quick. All the blood and death was too much for her. In her twenty-one years in life, never had she seen do much blood spilled. Even as the best medic nin in her village, there were only so few she can save. It was drowned by those who begged to be saved but didn't.

Her breath was growing short and labored while she jumped expertly from branch to branch. Finally, her eyes caught sight of one place that is probably not covered in crimson. Under the jagged cliff was a cave hidden by nature and almost unseen to the naked eye.

Her legs were shaking and so were her entire body as she desperately crawled inside with the last ounce of her strength. Somehow, the quiet darkness was more welcoming than what was outside. As the unstained air entered her nose, her unshed tears were released. The medic nin sank on the moist cave floor as her eyes continued to well up with moisture.

A movement further inside the cave made her jump. Instinctively, her bloody kunai was on her hand as her eyes narrowed, searching the darkness. "Who's there?" there was a chakra signature around but it was so low that it was hardly recognizable of not for her being a skilled sensor.

Even with his greatest effort, he can't even lift a grain of sand or even a finger. The seal made by his opponents now slowly creeping around his body, ready to snuff his life out. "Who's there?" a female voice resounded throughout the darkness. Pushing his body to its limits, he tried to get up but all he could do was squirm helplessly.

A gasp escaped her lips as she saw the other person in the cave and the state he's in. With limited light, there was only so much she can see in detail but her other senses gave the information she needed. At that moment, Sakura forgot that she was in a war. Her medic instincts kicked in as she examined the stranger's injuries. His chakra channels are being sealed of… with this kind of seal he's going to…

Relief spread throughout his body as he felt the warmth against his lips. His jade eyes snapped open to find a girl's face so intimately close to his, with her lips on his. Regaining his strength, he flung her away against the cold wall.

"So, I guess that means you're okay," she didn't mind the pain. The feeling that she saved a life was overwhelming every other sensation.

Sand rose from the ground and held her tightly. "Why save me? Don't you know who I am?" he brought her close enough to see that she's too weak to try attacking.

"No, but I do know that I don't want you dead," Sakura's eyes met his for the first time. With a flash of lightning, she caught sight of the kanji tattoo of love on his forehead.

Her eyes were the very first ones he's seen that were fearless and clear. They looked at him like he was a person… unlike the monster they treat him to be. Even though, his sand held her fate, she stated her rely without hesitation.

Carefully, his sand disintegrated, making her stand on her own, seeing eye to eye. "You don't need to fear me. You're the only hidden leaf shinobi who can say that," his voice was deep and rich as he proclaimed.

"Is that so? Then in exchange for saving your life, can I ask a favor of you?" her mind was already floating, begging for rest as was her body. Everything happening now was because of her instincts.

Without a word, the sand master waited for her favor. He was prepared for anything. That was what he thought.

"Kiss me. The one I made to save your life was my first. I need you to kiss me again to make it more memorable," she spoke like she was drunk and yet he found her offer hard to refuse.

Not a second of delay, his lips found hers. They were a warm as he remembered them to be but now he took note of how sweet they were when his tongue tasted them.

Despite his rough actions, his kiss was the exact opposite. Slow and gentle. Her arms wounds around his neck as she opened her mouth with the prodding of his insistent tongue. Her gasp was swallowed by his mouth as he explored her sweetness further. Heat spread from his mouth throughout her body.

It took all of his self control to break away from that intimate exchange and leave without looking back.

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