AAA!!! So! Oh dear…..This first bit was an idea that I had, but I couldn't come up with a story for it. So you just get this little…ity…bity….thing. Better than nothing no?

And the second part, first off it has NOTHING to do with the first part. Two completely different things. Again it was another little idea. That actually grew and matured within the last…..50 minutes of me writing. I'm tired so I'm going to post this and go to bed.

Odat

Simple Elegance

"Simplicity is elegance."

It was so simple. Too simple and it was driving him insane. Just a plain black dress, such a simple dress, not lavish in any way, but it was driving him over the edge. There was a slit up to her thigh so she could move, but it wasn't the skin that would send him into insanity, it was the symbol right above the slit. It was so simple! So elegant. She wears it well he thought smugly as she walked towards him. Theuchiwa fan stitched carefully onto where the fabric was slit on her thigh to allow movement. The red and white of the fan standing out against the matte black fabric. It practically screamed who she was, and who she was with. He smirked as he met her halfway across the floor. That fan would keep every one else away from her, and if it didn't, the way he was kissing her now would. It was so simple and so elegant on her.

Even Snakes Can Be Hypnotized

He looked familiar. Really familiar. Sasuke dodged another kunai. The man's ANBU mask had been broken early on in the fight revealing a small weathered face. His movement were fluent and agile making him a tough target. Sasuke landed in a tree not too far away after avoiding a kick and punch that would have been fatal. "What do you want?" He asked the man. No reply, only a heated glare from the man's green eyes.

Sasuke launched himself out of the tree. The man who was still on the ground, tilted his head to watch Sasuke soar through the air. Once in the man's blind spot Sasuke threw three kunai at his exposed back, only to be met with a puff of smoke and the kunai embedded in a log. Damn substitution. Where is he? Landing lightly on the ground Sasuke glanced around. Well he's good at hiding. He thought with a smirk. It was then that he felt the ground tremble. A gloved hand shot up from the ground brushing against his ankle as he leapt out of reach.

The man flew from the ground, his black bandana falling from his head. Short pink hair began to work its way into the light, as it dawned on Sasuke. For only a fraction of a second his eyes widened, but it was enough of a distraction for her to land a hit. He felt her hand connect with his gut and knew she'd broken at least one rib. If she managed to land another hit it would be over.

He jumped backwards aided by the momentum of the punch to avoid a kick directed for hit head. Clutching his rib cage, he knelt on the ground formulating what to do next. She just stood there watching him. Damn it. He wasn't prepared at all for a confrontation with a jounin. Let alone her. Hell he didn't even have his sword with him.

He'd left Sound's borders as he did every night to train himself in private and to think. But tonight, of all nights he had decided not to train, but to just plan the death of his mentor. He had been deep in thought when she had attacked him and almost didn't dodge the kunai. The thought struck him odd, he'd given her more credit as a fighter, when he thought she was a man, than now that he knew who she was.

She began to walk towards him slowly taking her gloves off and tucking them into her pocket. There was no sway of the hips, no toss of the hair, nothing feminine at all about her anymore. The white vest hid any development and curves that she might have had and the baggy pants were shapeless around her legs. No wonder he'd thought she was a man. He stood, and took his last kunai out of his pocket and slid into a defensive stance, with one arm still protecting his broken rib. She approached slowly and cautiously, one hand facing him palm up and the other at her side empty.

She kept her eyes locked on him as she moved forward. When she was within his range he slashed with the kunai, she easily ducked and continued forward to him. He tried again, and met the same result. Her eyes never left his as he continued to try lunge with the kunai. He tried once more, swiping it from his left shoulder to his right, but he met her hand guard half way. The two metals sparking and clattering as they pushed against each other. She held steady, right in front of him, her right hand blocking the kunai from blinding her, and her other hand inching towards his abdomen. She looked up into his face, as she lay her hand on the middle of his chest. Again for a brief second his eyes widened at the contact of skin on skin. A soothing feeling entered his chest as she pushed chakra into him to heal the damage she had inflicted.

Sasuke could feel the bone move and then begin to knit its self back together, not pleasant, and yet her chakra was. Then another bone, so she had broken two of his ribs. They never broke eye contact, even has her hand move up to his collar bone, the soft glow that surrounded her hand engulfing irritated scars, new and old, and left smooth skin in their place. She moved to his neck her fingers brushing the back of his hair. A pulse of the gentle charka relaxed his muscles and sent a tingle down his spine. The arm that had been holding the kunai began to sink, he dropped the kunai to the ground and rested his arm on her shoulder, his fingers curling around the back of her neck. Her second hand found its way to his neck as well and added more chakra to the pulses. He finally gave in and closed his eyes to relax and enjoy her chakra. His forehead tilted and rested down on hers as she continued.

He was so tired, and just wanted to rest here. Possibly against this girl. No woman, that's what he wanted, to sleep and wake up with is head on her chest and her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

"Will you come home? Please Sasuke, come home."

Her breath hot and moist against his ear, she sounded so sad. She just wanted him to come home. He wanted to go home. He wanted to. He wrapped his arm around her waist and sank to the ground. "Please Sasuke," she whispered again. "please." He leaned on her and she complied by lying down. Her back up against a tree for support has he sank into her arms. Tucking his head under her chin he felt safe. This was right. "Please Sasuke."

"Alright." He whispered back to her, slowly drifting off to sleep. "I'll come home." And sleep over took him.