*Author's Note* You might need to read "The Dream Devourer" before reading this.This is a KakashiXOC fanfic and most likely will last way longer than the first one. Feedback is always fantastic :)

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Chiisai sat on the opposite side of the couch with her legs drawn up. Her eyes glinted with anger at the jonin, who lounged casually as if everything seemed absolutely ordinary.

"I want you to know I hate this."

"Yes, you've pointed that out already." Kakashi took his attention off of the book in his hand and glanced at the livid woman. "Do you remember everything?"

Crossing her arms over her knees, she replied, "Look, I'm sure my physical state will convince them if my words don't." She gestured to her pale thin form. Kakashi's eye flickered over her body before saying, "There's no need to rush things." The ninja let out a sigh as he leaned back into the cushions. "It wouldn't bother skipping work tomorrow."

"Unlike you, I enjoy arriving promptly." Her head rested on her knees and she added, "I would like some normality back in my life." Her eyes wandered around the room that didn't belong to her. She felt like a cat thrown carelessly into water. Was anything about her life normal?

His tone softened. "Chiisai."

"Hmm?" She didn't meet his gaze.

There was a moment before he spoke. "How bad are your seizures?"

Her eyes found the window. Of course Kakashi would've found out. She raked a hand through the brown strands of hair and calculated, "...Very seizury."

"Cute, but it'd be nice if you told me."

Chiisai snorted and replied, "What, are you my nanny now?"

The jonin leaned forward while resting his elbows on his knees. "You know, I do play certain roles that concern your well-being."

The woman rolled her eyes at his serious tone. "They're not that bad." His expression caused her to groan in frustration. Rubbing her face, she complained, "Geez, you're such a worrier! I'm fine."

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She wasn't fine.

It was 11 o'clock when she got out of bed. His bed.Though there was room for two, Kakashi had agreed to sleep on the couch before she could open her mouth.

Chiisai cursed her feeble body, knowing that she wouldn't be in this situation if only she possessed some ninja skills. It was her mind that held all the power when she was asleep. Sorting through the dreams of suspects would be easy enough. But living with Kakashi on the other hand…

She needed a cold glass of milk to calm her down. How could she go to sleep in Kakashi's bed, in Kakashi's apartment? Especially when she felt those eyes on her. They were already under surveillance- courtesy of Danzo.

Kakashi didn't move from the living room, much to her content as she made it into the dark kitchen. She rummaged through the cabinets quietly. Sighing, she rose on the balls of her feet to reach the closest glass before heading to the fridge. Its light made her cringe. A sense of dread washed over her as she watched her hand linger on the milk carton.

It was shaking.

The nausea set in, making her stomach churn as she let out a moan. Her mind flickered in and out, and she couldn't tell what was up and what was down. Chiisai groped for the counter, knowing this was going to be far worse than the others. The glass left her hand, but the woman never heard it meet the floor. Dark images loomed beneath closed eyes. She slammed into the ground, causing slivers of pain to split across her back. Spasms racked her entire body.

The images sucked her under before she had time to think. Someone was screaming inside her head, splitting her eardrums while she desperately tried to claw her way out of this frightful place. Why was there so much fog? Anyone could get lost here.

Was she lost?

She couldn't remember.

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His body went rigid when he heard her moan. When the sound of shattering glass entered his ears, he was already sprinting to the kitchen. His eye widened when he saw her convulsing body lying on broken bits of glass, the light from the refrigerator illuminating her trembling form. His hands wrapped around Chiisai, tilting her on her side. Saliva and blood fell from the corner of her lips as her eyes rolled back. He positioned her head on his thigh as gently as he could, remaining calm on the outside though his heart thundered in his chest. He was left watching helplessly while the seizure took over Chiisai.

Though it only lasted eighty seconds, the ninja felt like it lasted a lifetime before the convulsions subsided. Her body eventually grew still. His worry rose at feeling the warm blood spread on her back. It physically hurt him to see her in this state, knowing that he was useless when it came to protecting her in these moments. What good could he do when it came to guarding her from herself?

It took two minutes before she moved again.

"Chiisai…"

Her eyes slowly opened at the sound, though they didn't focus. She stared blankly at his waist for several moments. Kakashi's hand supported the back of her head as he waited for her to recover.

"…I drooled on you," she whispered weakly. "Sorry."

His shoulders relaxed, relieved to see her okay. "It's fine Chiisai."

She asked hoarsely, "Who's…Chiisai?"

His heart that had thundered in his chest now seemed to stop mid-beat. He took in a sharp breath, rationally thinking that she-

"I'm joking…idiot," she smiled into his leg.

He glared down at her, resisting the urge to use chidori. The woman let out a laugh at his expression, but blood only managed to come out of her mouth. "Ow," she croaked as she pressed her forehead into his thigh. "I guess I deserved that."

Kakashi shifted her body, keeping careful to avoid her back. "You fell on glass."

"Fantastic." She winced while moving her jaw back and forth. "I bit my cheeks."

He stood and cradled her in his arms. His footsteps echoed down the hall as he asked, "Still want to go to work?"

Her fingers dug into his clothes. "Yes."

Kakashi shook his head as he sat her on the bathroom sink. "You're in no condition to go, idiot." He lifted the back of her shirt, assessing the bits of scratches and cuts that adorned her skin. "You're going to have to take your shirt off. It's everywhere."

"What?!" She grabbed onto her shirt and fumbled to shove it back down. "I'm not taking it all the way off."

He flattened his brow. "I've already seen you naked. Stop being-"

She nearly fell off the sink. "What do you mean you've seen me naked?" She scooted away from him and accused, "You pervert! I knew you took advantage of me while I had that concussion!"

He put his hands up as he explained, "That's not what I meant! You were in the shower-"

Her eyes shrunk even more. "You watched me take a shower?!" Her hands instinctively went to her stomach. She knew he had seen some of her scars from when she wore the crop top in the dream world, but for him to see all of it, even the ones on her hips…Shit shit shit the pervert had seen her naked?! She should never have agreed to this damned mission!

"No, listen," he sighed, "you opened the curtain while I was putting your clothes on the-"

"What else do I not know about?!"

He massaged his temples and said, "Look, you're bleeding everywhere. Just take your shirt off and lay face down." He reached under the sink, taking out the supplies he always kept handy. Cold water soaked the washcloth in his hand. The ninja looked back to see her glaring at him. Chiisai always seemed to be glaring at him, he realized.

She pointed at the door. "Get out first."

Kakashi sighed but complied with her demands. He shut the door behind him, waiting forty-three seconds before she called him back in.

Her body pressed down against the elongated sink, her knees bent back as her toes reached the light switch on the wall. Dark scars glinted around the outline of her rib cage like tiger stripes. He always wondered how she got them, but the timing to ask such a question never felt right...Including now. His eye wandered over the rest of Chiisai. Her arms were strategically placed on either side of her chest, blocking any view of her breasts.

…Not that Kakashi noticed.

The cool cloth made her flinch. Her toes curled as he pressed on her back. His gaze lingered on her body and his hands carefully inched their way down the small of her back.

Chiisai broke his concentration. "...They usually aren't that severe."

His fingers grazed the top of her hips as his thumbs pressed downward. "You're a bad liar." He reached and got a pair of sterilized tweezers.

She pretended not to notice the warmth of his touch though it sent shivers down her spine. "I'm a great liar when I have the energy." She arched her back as pain shot through her. Turned her head back, she scowled, "What are you doing?!"

He placed the curved shard in the trash. "You hammered the glass into you."

Chiisai let out a frustrated groan and pressed her head into the counter. "My body hates me." The sound of duct tape ripping startled her. "What the heck are you doing now, kidnapping me?"

He pressed the tape lightly onto her. Kakashi glared back, "Oi, you want me to help you or not?"

"Fine," she muttered in defeat. His fingers pushed down cautiously, causing her to cringe. "I'm really starting to question your methods, Farm Boy."

He peeled the tape off, taking with it the bits of glass. She took in a sharp breath as her fingers curled around the sink's edge.

"I'm one of the most elite ninjas in Konoha and you question my methods?"

She huffed back, "I question a lot about you and your weirdness."

He shook his head while getting more tape. "You're calling me weird? Care to enlighten me."

"Sure. Your hair reminds me of a hedgehog. And do you even eat? Can you smell if a woman's on her period? Because that's disgusting. And what's up with you and Icha Icha? I'll admit the plot's pretty good, but it's lacking in any character- OUCH! HEY!"

Kakashi ripped the duct tape off her back in one swift motion, causing the sound to echo throughout the bathroom. The ninja smiled and dryly replied, "Oh, sorry about that."

With a growl, she shifted her weight forward and tried to kick him with her foot. His fingers wrapped all the way around her ankle. "It's a plot that dives deep into the passions between a man and a woman. And you say it's only pretty good?"

"The guy keeps making the same mistakes! He barely learns anything in the first book!" Her voice rose as she tried to kick. "Why can't he learn to think?!"

"Because he's fueled by the flames of love and his mind can't overcome the fire inside," the ninja reputed. "Now stay still, there's some glass left."

He let go of her leg and grabbed the tweezers again. Her breath caught in her throat when he pulled out the long shard. She let out a hiss once it left her skin.

"That's going to need stitches."

It took ten minutes to suture and bandage the wounds. Chiisai had her head grinding into the cool sink the whole time, painfully aware of how close Kakashi was to her half-naked body. His fingers kept grazing over her as the needle went in and out, pulling her skin back together with each sharp prick.

"Done."

"Great," she wheezed out. "Now leave so I can put my shirt back on."

"It's covered in blood."

"Then get me another one."

He pulled off his shirt, dropped it on top of her head, and strolled out the room.

"Hey, that's not what I- ughh," she groaned. Slowly, Chiisai peeled herself from the sink, barely catching herself as her feet touched the ground. Her heart sank at the sight of herself in the mirror. Her toned body had long dwindled away, leaving a small shell that only now seemed to be healing. The old jagged scars crossed over her stomach, catching the light as she turned to see the damage on the other side. It was covered in bandages and blood stained the back of her pants. With another heavy groan, she pulled them off and carefully hoisted Kakashi's shirt over her. It fell almost to her knees.

She turned the faucet on and opened her mouth to check her wounds. After cleaning the blood from her lips, Chiisai placed the dirty clothes in the sink and watched the water turn a murky orange. With a deep breath of uncertainty, she switched the light off and opened the door.

She trudged passed him. "Are you following me in case I have another seizure or something?"

His footsteps were silent behind her. "I'm just enjoying the view in front of me."

"Shuttup." The pain finally set in and she filled her cheeks with air to distract herself. She tried her best not to limp to the bed, but her body was already shutting down. Kakashi put his arm around her to help, but she managed to get out of his grasp. "I'm fine," the woman said firmly as she staggered to the bed. "I'm still going to work you know."

He turned off the light before he left. "We'll see. Goodnight Chiisai."

Chiisai faceplanted into the pillow, trying to get comfortable on her stomach. She needed to get to sleep to start her mission. But the pain flowed as naturally as the blood in her veins, contrasting the heaviness that clung to her bones. And those eyes were on her again. That pair of eyes were always watching her, waiting for her to make a mistake. One miscalculation on her part could ruin Konoha's newest and most dangerous secret.

She turned her head to the side and said into the darkness, "…Farm Boy."

He was at the door seconds later. "Hai."

"Stay," she mumbled pathetically, hating how he was the only thing that made her feel safe anymore.

She inched toward the wall, leaving a space for him. Hesitating, he slowly climbed in. Chiisai shifted so that she curled into him, her fingers grazing his tanked chest. She couldn't deny how welcoming his warmth was, and that knowledge scared her more than the seizures.

"I'm tired of being alone," she confessed through the pain.

Kakashi watched her onyx eyes close. His fingers ran through her hair as he whispered, "I know." He took a deep breath, noticing the blood couldn't hide her scent. She always smelled like books, whether here or in the dream world. His lips brushed against her forehead and he finally murmured back, "...Me too."

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Chiisai's seizure is based off of a Grand Mal seizure. If you ever come across someone who is experiencing this, remain calm. If they are on the ground, try to turn them on their side so they won't choke. If they are standing when it happens, wrap them in a hug. Move away any objects that might harm the person and do not hold them down because it might cause injury. Seizures usually last 60-120 seconds. Stick with them until the person has fully regained consciousness! It might take a while for them to remember. Random information of the day!