Hey Everybody. This is my second fiction to date.

I thought of it at lunch today, you can ask SilverShine for details.

"AAAAAAAAAH!!" Naruto screamed as he writhed on the ground in pain. He clutched his eye as if it were going to fall out then and there. His body contorted in pain as he finally brought his knees in to his chest to help relive it somewhat.

Luckily for him, his scream could be heard through half of Konaha. And it just so happened, that a certain pink-haired kunochi was just heading back from her mission when she heard it. Her medic intuition kicked in and she instantly dropped her backpack and ran off in the direction of the scream. As she leapt from branch to branch, she began to recognize the voice until it finally clicked. 'Oh shit that's Naruto.' And if it was all possible she ran faster than she ever did before.

She spotted the apartment complex ahead and screeched to a halt right in front of the receptionist. "Naruto's apartment number, now!" Screamed the irate girl. The blonde receptionist just looked stunned as she blurted out number 34.

Sakura ran out the open door and jumped up to the wood second story balcony. She then ran right some more until she found room number 34. She did not bother knocking as she kicked down the door with a bone cracking front-kick.

As the door splintered open, Sakura darted in and looked around the small room until she saw an orange mass of clothing. She Darted over to him and knelt until she could look at his contorted face. "Naruto, what's wrong?!" Questioned the medic-nin as she scanned him for any visible injuries. "Eye…" Was all he managed to get out before he let out another scream.

Sakura gasped, she couldn't work on the eye right here, it was too delicate an organ. So, very gently she put his arm around her shoulder and raised hem to a standing position. "Hang on Naruto. We need to get you to the Hospital." She then leapt out of the window with Naruto and ran off in the direction of the Hospital.

(Few Hours later…)

Naruto had returned to his apartment with bandages covering his left eye, spanning from his forehead to his cheek. He sighed. When he got there, they washed out his eye with water and gave him some antibiotics. After he insisted to everyone that he was fine, he started to head home. But not after he thanked Sakura more times than one could count. Everyone had asked him what had happened but he wouldn't tell.

Naruto looked around his room until his eyes rested on his small dining table. He grimaced as he looked at the contents. He had decided to take Kakashi's advice, and eat something other than ramen. All that was left however, were a few toast crusts and a half a slice of bacon. But then he looked to one of the smaller plates to its side, and there on it lay an orange with a spoon in it.

Naruto would never tell what happened that day. After all, who would believe that the future Hokage had been beaten by a fruit?