Hallo. My name's dani, if you couldn't tell. I noticed that there wasn't a lot of Sakon/Ukon stuff, or many Sakon/UkonOCs either. I don't think they were done justice, and neither was Kimimaro for that matter. I dunno if I'll write for him. Depends on this one, and my schedule. I've already got four others to write for.

Naruto is not mine; however, I am grateful for the opportunity to write for it.

Summary: They were supposed to have died back then, but the Sound twins didn't. They were saved by a novice medic nin. Sakon/Ukon x OC Summary was made by Akierin, and though I am grateful for it, I want to make a better one that involves the plot of the story. Help is appreciated.

Rating: T, but I may change it later. We don't really see much of Sakon and Ukon, but I imagine that the older brother might be a bit of a pervert. Maybe I'll write a lemon or lime, or whatever. Depends on what you want.

Genre: Romance/Humor

Reading Guide:

"Talking."

'Thinking.'

Emphasized words will be italicized.

Chapter One

'I lost…I can't believe...I lost.' Sakon glared up at the trees above him. His brother, Ukon, had retreated into their body at the last moment, leaving him in control. Leaving him to beg for their lives.

He actually did beg, though, as much as the thought disgusted him. He hadn't wanted to die just yet. Oh well, too late now. He and Ukon were dying. He could feel it, the poison from that damned brat's dolls creeping into his blood stream and numbing him.

Sakon wanted to laugh. The poison that was supposed to make him suffer was actually helping him. It negated the pain from all of the punctures in his body, actually making the pain disappear completely. Well, there was one victory, at least. He wasn't suffering.

His vision began to waver, and he knew the end was coming. 'Damn it, it wasn't supposed to end like this…!' He was supposed to win. How could he lose with his brother alongside him? His brother…was he dead already? No…just unconscious. Sakon felt the fire of jealousy burn though his battered body. He wished that he was knocked out with him.

Sakon felt his organs shutting down. His breathing faltered. His heart slowed, struggling to support the flow of oxygen to his brain. Ah…now he felt unconsciousness creep its way into him. At least he was going to faint before he was to die.

His senses were leaving him, first, though. Feeling was already long gone, along with smelling. Taste? He managed to lick his lips slowly. Yup, taste was still there. Lucky him, it was a familiar one at that. His own blood. Sight…hm…that was going. What was the other one?

Sakon heard approaching footsteps, the dull sound reverberating in his brain. Yes, that was it, hearing. Well he obviously had that one.

"Oh my--" He couldn't tell if the voice was male or female. His hearing was beginning to go too. He squinted at the dark figure, which was now starting to lean over him. Comforting black dots danced in his weakening vision.

"Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

Sakon wanted to scream. Did it look like he was okay? Why couldn't this idiot leave him alone to die in peace, right alongside his brother?

"Shit!" The voice was starting to become distorted now.

"Hey! Hey, ma'am, can you hear me?" Ma'am? Sakon was fuming now. He couldn't die in peace, and he couldn't correct the babbling idiot above him. He was most certainly not a woman.

…Or could he? He hadn't tried to talk yet. He opened his mouth, "I…"

The figure leaned closer, "Yes? What is it?"

"I…am…not…"

"Wait! You shouldn't talk! You need to focus on staying conscious!"

What did it matter? Nobody could help him now. His heart was barely pumping. He'd be damned if he didn't correct them. Sakon was not going to die with some stupid stranger thinking he was a girl.

"I...am...not…a…girl." There! He said it. God, why was that so hard?

"W-what!"

Finally. His ability to hear was gone. All five senses left him, and he let the blackness consume him, letting his final thoughts drift to Ukon. 'Goodbye, brother.'

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Yori Kimi felt the floor beneath quake. She had been previously getting a drink of water, but the sudden tremor startled her, and she felt her glass cup slip through her grip and fall to the floor.

"Yori? Are you alright?" her mother, Hana, came quickly into the kitchen. Dirt smudged her mother's face. She had been working in her garden when she felt the quake. She had already been heading toward the house in a quick pace, but had rushed when her keen ears heard glass breaking.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Yori answered. The quake was gone as suddenly as it had come. "What was that?" Earthquakes were not common around there.

Hana bent over to pick of the shattered glass, her slightly graying dark brown hair sweeping into her face. "I'm not sure."

She stood up and threw the glass away just as another tremor shook the house, more violent than the last. Delicate pieces of china fell to the floor, along with some pictures that were hanging on the wall.

"We have to get outside," Hana shouted over the noise of shattering glass. "It's not safe for us to stay in here."

Yori nodded and quickly followed her mother out of the house. As soon as the two shut the door, there was a huge explosion three miles south from their house.

Debris soon followed, and large tree branches and chunks of earth started to rain from the sky.

"Oh shit! The house!" Yori cursed, and jumped in the air to kick some of the debris away. Her ninja skills were limited, but she managed to keep the most dangerous pieces of wreckage from falling on her home. She landed next to her mother, who fussed over her instantly.

"The greenhouse!" Hana shouted suddenly, and pointed to the sky. A huge tree trunk came flying into Yori's view. She paled; she couldn't stop something of that size.

"No!" she and her mother screamed. The impending tree trunk abruptly burst into flames, and then quickly turned to ashes.

"Are you alright?" Yori's father, Yoshiro, had come to rescue. His black hair was tousled, and he was very sweaty, but he stood tall before his wife and daughter. His green eyes looked sharply between the two, searching for any sign of injury.

"Yes, father," Yori answered. "What happened?"

Yoshiro hugged Hana, who was crying. Yori rolled her eyes. Her mother was such a crybaby. Hana cried when she was happy, when she sad, when she angry. Hana cried over healthy newborn babies, one-eyed cats, and dead plants.

"For god's sake, mom, everything's okay so stop the water works." Yori mumbled.

"I'm just so grateful!" Hana sobbed into Yoshiro's chest. "Our greenhouse has so many important plants."

Yoshiro patted his wife's head and looked over at his sixteen year old daughter. "Apparently there's a fight going on between Konoha and the Sound. I was told to check out the scene afterward, to search for any persons in need of help, but I was worried about you first."

"The Sound?" Yori repeated blankly. She had never heard of the Sound.

"One of the Anbu from Konoha was kind enough to inform me what was going on. I didn't get many details, but seeing as we're from an ally village, he managed to give me the gist of the happenings. My orders are to look for any other survivors."

"Other survivors?"

"Yes," Yoshiro gently untangled himself from his bawling wife. "Why don't you go inside and check the damage, Hana?" Hana nodded and wiped her tears. She kissed her husband; Yori turned away and almost gagged, and disappeared inside the house with a hiccup.

"The Anbu were mostly worried about their nin, and failed to look for any civilians who might've got caught in the battle."

"But dad, you aren't a medic nin," Yori pointed out.

Yoshiro grinned, "But you are."

"Yeah," Yori rolled her eyes. "But not a good one."

"Better than me. Will you help?" Yoshiro asked.

Yori glared at her father, "Of course!"

He grinned, his green eyes twinkling. "Let's go, then." He said, and led her south.

"Where do we start?" Yori asked, struggling to keep up with her father's speed.

"Probably in the direction of the smoke from the explosion," he replied in a wise guy tone.

"Oh. Right. I knew that," Yori mumbled.

They reached the site within a few minutes.

"Damn," Yori whistled. Trees were broken and lay in pieces, and blood splatter was here and there.

"I'll take this side," Yoshiro said, pointing to his right. "And you take that side. Shout if you find anything, got it?"

Yori nodded. "Here," her father said, and threw something at her. It was a small tan bag. "Kunai and medicinal stuff. Took if from your room earlier."

"How?" He never left her sight the whole time he was there.

"Ninja," he reminded and disappeared into the wreckage.

Yori glared at the spot were he had previously been. Then she tied her kunai pouch around her leg and pulled out a kunai. Who was to know if there were lingering enemies nearby?

She slowly and quietly began to scout the area. She released her chakra to feel for another person. The body naturally pushes away foreign chakra, and this was the case as she felt weak resistance coming from just a couple of yard in front of her.

She cautiously made her way through the brush and fallen trees and then gasped in horror.

"Oh my--"

A battered and bloody woman lay before her. The woman stared at her in a heavy daze, as if she was unable to register Yori's presence. Yori quickly went over to her, and leaned in close to listen to her heart. It was beating, thank god, but very, very slowly.

Yori didn't have much time, "Can you hear me? Are you okay?"

'Damn that was stupid,' Yori thought. 'Of course she isn't okay, she's dying!'

The woman seemed to be thinking the same thing because her eyes narrowed. Yori felt the woman wasting away. "Shit!"

"Hey! Hey, ma'am, can you hear me?" Yori felt the body stiffen in response. Maybe she could hear her. The woman's mouth opened, and Yori immediately looked at the woman's blue lips.

"I…" she whispered so softly that Yori had to lean closer to hear.

"I…am…not…" But as she said these words, blood started to pool from a hole near in her neck.

"Wait! You shouldn't talk! You need to focus on staying conscious!"

"I...am...not…a…girl." She…he croaked.

Yori blushed, "W-what?" That was a big surprise. He looked just like a girl, he even had blue lipstick on.

But he couldn't answer, for he closed his eyes.

"Dad!" Yori screamed, and pumped healing chakra into the boy. 'Wait….what if he's an enemy? That would explain why he was so badly damaged. But…if he were really a bad guy, would he waste his last breath telling me that he was a boy?'

"Dad!" She focused on the stab wounds closest to his vitals. 'What the hell did he do, fight with a freakin' porcupine!?' She felt the slimy presence of a foreign body and used her chakra to examine it. It had mixed it with his blood stream but apparently his body was still trying to fight it. It was poison and his dying body was using all of its strength to fight it.

"You're a tough guy, aren't you?" Yori whispered. She tried to extract the poison, but it was a poison she wasn't familiar with, and it slipped through her chakra. She couldn't even seclude it. If she had been able to seclude it, she could've sucked the poison out, but this wasn't the case. "Fuck!"

"There had better be a good reason for that foul mouth of yours, young lady—holy shit!" Yoshiro exclaimed, seeing the body Yori was trying to heal.

"What the hell happened to her?" Yori felt relief that she wasn't the only one who thought he was a girl.

"I don't know. He couldn't tell me," Yori answered, and managed to heal of few of the holes around the vitals. Sweat made her clothes cling to her body, she was tiring out rapidly.

"I need some help, dad. I can't do this by myself."

"I can't do anything. I'm not a medic, you even said so yourself," Yoshiro pointed out.

Yori wanted to scream, but she needed to focus on healing the boy. "God dammit, dad!" she snapped. "We need to take him to mom, she's a doctor, remember? I don't know why you didn't take her in the first place."

"Because she'd cry." Yoshiro said simply, and leaned over the bloody body. He whistled, "Damn, what did he do, piss off a porcupine?"

"That's exactly what I said." Yori muttered. Then she leaned back and looked up at her father, "He's stable enough that we can take him to mom."

Yoshiro looked uneasy, "Can't we just take him to Konoha? I heard that Lady Tsunade has returned. She's a medical genius. She'd be able to take care of him better than Hana."

Yori sighed, and stood up shakily. "Yeah but I don't have enough confidence in my medical abilities to believe he'd make it that far."

"Alright," he agreed finally and gently picked the boy up. He then realized what he was doing. "Wait, what if this boy is an enemy?"

"I don't think he is, but I can't be sure. His last words were that he wasn't a girl. I really don't think a bad guy's last words would be 'I am not a girl', do you?" she said sarcastically.

"Well, we will have to keep a close eye on him anyway. There's no way that he is just a civilian if he was this badly injured, and Konoha Anbu have already swept through here."

"How do you know that?"

Yoshiro jerked his head toward a standing, but damaged tree. There was an x in plain sight. "That mark is too perfect to be from the fight that progressed here. In any case, if he is an enemy, Konoha can use him to extract information about Orochimaru."

"Orochimaru?" 'What does he have to do with this guy?'

"Yes. He is the leader of the Sound village. C'mon, we'd better hurry; I don't think he can last much longer."

Yori nodded.

"If you want him to live, I'll have to go ahead of you. I'll see you when you get home." Yoshiro said, and disappeared in a poof of smoke.

"Damn," Yori cursed. She barely had enough chakra to stand. She wiped some sweat from her forehead and reached into her kunai pouch. Her nimble fingers found small, round hardness in the bottom of the pouch. She pulled it out. It was a food pill.

She popped it into her mouth and waited for its effects to kick in and give her the boost of energy that she needed.

Well, what did you think? Want me to continue?

Review please!

Constructive criticism is always welcome.

Flames with be doused with piss.

Tahoma size 11, 2,693 words, 8 pages

June 5, 2008