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Sakura ran through the labyrinth that was Orochimaru’s hideout. Part of her still couldn’t believe she was really here. In two and a half years not an single squad had gathered any intel on Sasuke’s whereabouts, much less seen him.
But by chance she and Lady Chiyo defeated Sasori, escaping death by the skin of their teeth. He used his dying breath to tell her about a spy he had working for Orochimaru. She never thought in a million years it would be Kabuto. Of course, Orochimaru broke the Jutsu he was under and it led to a battle that was messier than she would’ve liked.
Her arm still stung from where the Ninetail’s chakra cut into her. She ignored the pain and focused on the task at hand.
She looked down every hallway, through every door she could open. Finally she came across what appeared to be a normal, if not dingy, bedroom. Her eyes were drawn to the bed. There was a boy in it. An Uchiha crest on his collar peaked out from the messy hair in the back of his neck.
“Sasu -“ she opened her mouth to speak and he bolted up.
In an instant he appeared behind her, pushing her into the room and shutting the door behind them.
She gasped at the sudden movement and turned back to face him, his sharingan was activated.
He looked her up and down, it was Sakura after all. No one had ever transformed into her before, but her name had been used against him more times than he cared to admit. He wouldn’t put it past Orochimaru or Kabuto to set him up with a fake Sakura. “It’s you, Sakura.” He said plainly.
“Sakura! What’s wrong? Did you find Sasuke? Are you hurt?” A loud voice, so loud Sasuke could hear it, spoke into Sakura’s earpiece.
Sasuke’s eyes narrowed. Naruto. That wouldn’t do at all. He pinned Sakura against the wall front first, grabbing her wrists in one hand and pinning them behind her back. He leaned into her, dropping his mouth down to the microphone on her neck. “Naruto, listen very carefully. I have Sakura. I will see she is returned safely to the Leaf Village within the week, however if you come after me I won’t be able to make any promises about either of your safety. You and whoever else came here with you need to leave now. Your safety and sakura’s depend on it.”
Sasuke heard some squawking through Sakura’s earpiece it sounded like “bastard,” “better not hurt Sakura,” and “who the hell do you think you are?”
Sasuke lazily unclipped the microphone and earpiece from Sakura’s neck with his free hand. He summoned a small amount of electricity and fried it, cutting off communication. He stepped back, putting some space between himself and Sakura, and dropped it to the ground. He looked at Sakura with a bored expression. “Annoying.”
Sakura didn’t know how to respond. She was still so surprised Sasuke was actually right there in front of her. She wanted to scream at him for the two and a half years of hell he put her through and then tearfully tell him she loved him and that he should come home. It didn’t help that he was more handsome now than she ever could’ve imagined, especially with the sharingan deactivated and his beautiful dark gray eyes looking back at her.
When Sakura didn’t say anything, still watching him with the same stunned expression she had when he pushed her into the room, he sighed. “Alright, put your hands on the wall and stand with your legs a little more than shoulder’s width apart.”
“What?” Why was he asking her to do that?
“I have no idea what kind of weapons or scrolls or whatever you have on you and I plan to find out.”
“And if I refuse?” How dare he order her around like the lovesick little girl she used to be.
Sasuke inched closer to her. “I’ll make you.”
She gulped. She had no idea what nasty tricks Orochimaru taught him over the years. But he wasn’t the only one with a Sanin teacher. She’d show him what she could do. She started summoning chakra to her fist when his voice broke her focus.
“I won’t hurt you.” He said bluntly. “You’re not the one I want to hurt. Now do as I say so we can move on.”
She considered it. She considered a lot of things, using her brute strength to knock him out and carry him back to the Leaf Village, escaping and finding Naruto so they could bring Sasuke back home together like they promised, finally she considered the situation she was in.
She was in a hideout surrounded by enemies, except for maybe Sasuke. She had no idea where Naruto was now, if he followed Sasuke’s instruction, or if he was coming after her with the rest of the team. Sasuke promised to get her home safely, alone. It was a three day journey, even going at top speed. She’d have three days alone with him. Three days to get answers. Three days to get him home. Three days to make him fall in love with her.
She decided to do what he said, for now. Sakura put her arms against the wall and spread her legs apart. Evidently it wasn’t good enough for Sasuke who used his knee to nudge them farther apart. Sakura blushed as he did so.
Sasuke reached around her front and unclipped the strap to the pouch she kept on the small of her back.
She flinched when he unclipped her skirt.
He tried to control his breathing. He hadn’t seen Sakura in years and now he was frisking her. Did he need to see if she was hiding any weapons? Yes. Did it make him feel like a pervert patting her down? Also yes.
He started in what he considered “safe” areas, running his hands along the side of her legs, then the front, then the back. He stopped when he reached her bottom. He couldn’t touch her there it was too intimate.
Sakura’s face was burning in anticipation. Surely he wasn’t done. He would’ve told her.
If she looked back at his face, she would be able to see the slight blush on his cheeks and the burning at the top of his ears as he examined her.
He stared intently at her backside searching for any trace of weapons. There clearly were none. He still felt like a pervert, raking his eyes over her, noting the ways puberty had been kind to his former teammate, even if it was just to find out if she was armed.
“Take your hands off the wall.” He ordered.
She took her hands off the wall and moved to turn around.
“Don’t turn around yet.” He stopped her, taking off her backpack and throwing it across the room.
He patted down her back, feeling the seams of her undershirt and the straps of her wrappings under the red shirt above. “Turn around.” He asked her, trying to summon the courage for what he was about to ask next.
She turned to face him. Her expression was shy, but curious.
Sasuke looked away from her for a moment. “Take off your red shirt.”
Sakura blushed deeply and looked down. “Do I have to?”
“I don’t know what you’re hiding under there.” Sasuke didn’t notice the double meaning in his words until they were already out of his mouth.
Sakura quickly unzipped her red shirt ready to get this over with. “Well?” She asked him, shrugging it down her shoulders.
Sasuke noticed the way the black undershirt clung to her curves. Her chest wasn’t very big, and it was clear from the wrappings she wouldn’t be able to hide anything in there.
“Satisfied?” she prompted him again after watching his eyes rake over her in silence.
“Hn.” He confirmed, ready for both of them to be done with the humiliation. He knew it must’ve been hard for her. He hadn’t seen her in years and now he was frisking her and asking her to take off clothes. It wasn’t easy for him either. He took no pleasure in making such inappropriate requests.
Sakura quickly zipped up her shirt.
Sasuke wordlessly handed her back her medic skirt, which she gladly took and fastened around her hips.
“Now what?” she asked. He promised they could move on if she did what he said.
“Now,” He started, staring at her body, which was covered in dirt and sweat. He noted the bandage on her arm. The injury was clearly new and he was sure she would need to change the dressing soon. “You need a shower. Then dinner. Then bed. We’re leaving for the Leaf Village first thing tomorrow.”