THE HOSPITAL

Summary : "Only to care the disease, not to care the sick. The University Hospital made many doctors of this sort."

Warning: AU, slightly OOC, Yaoi, SasuNaru, bad languages, bad grammar

Disclaimer : fake, not mine

Chapter One

It's one of those nights, when there's no light except the one coming from the outside of their room, and through the thin curtain hanging on their window. And it's also one of those nights, when the room is filled with nothing but pants, moans, gasps, groans, and sometimes cries. This of course should be expected coming from a delicious sex.

It's almost at the end of fall, and though the temperature outside is dropping pretty low to the point where people needs to bundle up, it's heated enough in their bedroom.

It's Naruto's and Sasuke's bedroom, just one of a few rooms of their lodge at the outskirt of Fire County. And it's almost 1 AM when they hear a distinct sound of a car moving at very high speed through empty highway. And at that same moment, Sasuke is spent enough, but Naruto keeps clinging to him, hoping for the second round.

Sasuke reaches up to tug Naruto's hands from the back of his neck. "No baby," he coos. "Let's calls it a night, yeah? I'm tired. And you need your rest," he says softly before pecking on Naruto's lips.

Naruto pouts but loosen his grip at Sasuke's neck. "But you know I'm still hot for you," he whines, as Sasuke rolls from on top of him to bed.

"Of course, cos you're having a fever here," Sasuke says as he lays the back of his hand over Naruto's forehead, which immediately be swatted away by Naruto.

"I am not."

"You are so. And it's getting harder to breathe, isn't it?" Sasuke then flattened his palm over Naruto's chest just below the heart. And before Naruto can respond to it, which Sasuke can almost guess it would only be another denial coming from his boyfriend's mouth, Sasuke quickly adds with slightly stern voice. "I'm driving you to hospital tomorrow. No fucking protest or throwing tantrum, you hear?"

"But-" Naruto trails off as Sasuke shuts him up with one bruising kiss. Naruto knows all too well that Sasuke will just kiss him again whenever he tries to say something in protest. He knows, after all these years they've been together, Sasuke never takes no as an answer. However, Naruto doesn't falter. He needs to say that things again. The things he's been trying to get through Sasuke for forever now. "You know I don't want to be treated at any hospital unless you are there, as a doctor. My doctor would be loved," he says that in a rather high speed, to prevent Sasuke from interrupting him.

Sasuke sighs, slightly irritated, as he lies on his back, eyes up to the ceiling, and brows furrow in a deep thought. "Naruto, please," he says after awhile. He rolls at his side, facing Naruto again with pleading looks. "We've been through this so many times. I'm not going to lose you for a fucking pneumonia. And you know not even one of those goddamn hospitals would fucking admit me as their doctor."

"No. I know this Haruno person, she's been sending you so many propositions letter to lead her team at-"

"I don't fucking knows this Haruno person," Sasuke cuts him off. "And I don't care of her propositions. She should have heard all the bad news about me after all these years. And besides, that woman is coming from a university hospital, right?" He says the words of 'university hospital' as if they bring bad karma.

"But-" Naruto stutters before Sasuke closes his mouth again in a kiss.

"No more buts, you fuss. Now, go to sleep!" Sasuke commands in the way of a father would command his kid.

Naruto sighs in defeat, for this time only, he swears. He is determined to get Sasuke back as a doctor he was. And the fucking pneumonia hopefully will bring something good, despite the situation. Sasuke was never just a doctor to his patients. He was perfect, and he only wanted perfections for his patients. Besides, Naruto would hate himself if he ever admitting defeat from his goddamn ass of a step-brother, with someone as good as Sasuke, way far better of a doctor than that man.

Letting himself be snuggled by his boyfriend, Naruto casts his last words, hopefully to hit Sasuke over the head. "Okay. But just so you know, I'm not gonna be healed. Not by anyone other than you."

Sasuke merely rolls his eyes, but pulls Naruto as close as humanly possible as it's getting pretty chilly at their room.

***

The next morning.

"It's Doctor Haruno here. How does the patient at room 112A condition? Any changes yet?"

Haruno Sakura speaks to her cell phone, as she speeds up her black Porsche Carerra GT down the empty highway. As far as the eye could see, there's nothing but desert all around, and the sun is just fucking pouring all over places, even though it's still 7 in the morning.

"Alright, thank you. I'll be back in…" Sakura stops mid sentence to check on her watch, "two hours. Call Doctor Shizune for any changes, and let me know. Okay. Yes, thank you," and she hangs up.

But suddenly, as Sakura puts her cell phone away, something dark jumps to the road, only seconds away from Sakura's car. Sakura hands and feet move so fast that everything is a streaky blur, except for the object she's trying to avoid.

A fucking black cat with wide green eyes!

Sakura is only vividly aware when she crashes the side of her car to the wall that separates the highway onto two different direction lanes. And that's only hundredth of a second before the cat jumps out of the way and into the barren on the left side of the road.

"Fucking cat!" she curses, and bangs her hands to the wheel. She grabs her phone, which happens to be at the bottom of her car because of the accident, and slides across the center console since the driver door won't open as it's all pressed up against the wall.

She scowls as she checks on her car. The driver side is almost totaled. However, it's a miracle that she's okay. Only some minor injuries on the elbow and knee. She raises her head, turns it around, and finds out that she is actually at her destination already.

A small smile creeps on her face, as someone at the other end of the phone line answering her. "Yeah, I need to have my car towed," she replies. After she finishes giving her direction for the tow truck service, she almost prays to whatever deity up there, that she can finally be able to meet the guy she has so desperately needed.

"I swear to God, I'll fucking kill the guy if he's not home again this time," she muses out loud, regarding of the accident she just got herself into, and the Porsche, of course.

She is practically running across the street to a small house with a small garage attached to it on its left side, which is located almost at the middle of the empty barren. She can only wonder why someone would choose to live in a place such as this. However, she has been to this house for the fourth time now. She just has to meet the guy, and she won't give up the fifth trial if it what it takes to meet the ex-surgeon Uchiha Sasuke.

Fortunately, though, God heard her prayer. She's about to knock on the door, when the door opens so suddenly right on front of her face, and the one who is standing behind it, is actually the one whom she wanted to see.

***

"Hi, uh… Uchiha Sasuke?" she gasps. Definitely in shock at the guy's appearance. He was told to be very handsome, but not this handsome, Sakura muses. Uchiha Sasuke is utterly beautiful. Black hair that compromises with his pale and unblemished skin. A pair of deep pool black eyes that somehow seems to absorb the light all around him. The high cheekbones, the perfect but slightly pale lips, the aristocratic nose and jaw, and the well-built body that's plainly noticeable against his pale green shirt. The Uchiha is a walking sex God.

"Yes?" Sasuke responds, wondering as to how the woman knows his name, and intentionally ignoring the green eyed woman's unabashedly ogle. But then the sight of the smashed Porsche across the street, immediately steals his attention from Sakura. Amusement is visible on his façade as he flickers his black eyes back to Sakura. "Is that yours?" he points his chin to the car.

Sakura smiles rather sheepishly and nods.

"Hn, you just thrashed a fucking Porsche! What a waste!" Sasuke mocks.

"I know, fucking cat!" Sakura mutters.

Sasuke snorts. "So," he says after awhile, "are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance or something?"

He sounds genuinely concern now as he instinctively checks on Sakura for injuries, but couldn't find them. Sakura blushes at the gesture. "I'm fine. I already got myself a tow truck on the way for my car."

Sasuke merely shrugs.

"Sasuke, what's going on? Who're you talking to?" Comes Naruto's meekly voice.

The sapphire eyes man stops at Sasuke's side and leisurely slides his arm around the other's waist, looking up to his boyfriend curiously. He, somehow, hasn't realized Sakura just yet, who for some reason staring at Naruto in a way that makes Sasuke wants to clean his own throat.

"Oh, I know you. You're the one that sent Sasuke the letters, an Assistant-Professor from Konoha University Hospital. Isn't it?" Naruto says merrily, as he finally aware of the third person's existence. Naruto moves a few inches away from Sasuke, and pulls his arm back to himself, to avoid some weird respond from the woman.

However, Sakura doesn't seem to mind. She smiles warmly to Naruto, as she offers her hand and says, "Yes. The name is Sakura, Haruno Sakura. From Department of Cardiothoracic Surgery." She sounds pretty proud of herself.

Naruto smiles back, and takes the hand. "Uzumaki Naruto," he gives out his own name. They shake hands for a moment before Sakura turns to Sasuke, who seems to be spacing out, that he's ignoring Sakura. Naruto nudges him on his side, and literally commands him to take Sakura's hand with the little flicker of his piercing blue eyes.

"Oh, yes," Sasuke mumbles, almost inaudible, as he reluctantly takes Sakura's hand, and shakes it in his own hand.

Naruto throws an apologetic smile, as they both let go. He nudges Sasuke out of the way, and invites Sakura into the house.

Once inside, Naruto gestures to Sakura to take a sit at where ever she wants it, while Sasuke follows slowly into the room, hesitantly sits on his usual coach. "So," Naruto starts, "coffee?" he offers to Sakura.

Sakura simply smiles to him, showing him the dimples on her pretty cheeks, and answers, "Black, please, and thanks."

"No problem. Sasuke?" Naruto turns to his boyfriend who absentmindedly tracing a pattern on the armchair with his left index finger.

Sasuke raises his head at Naruto's query. "Um, JD?" he answers almost unsurely it's cute.

However, Naruto only rolls his eyes at Sasuke's choice. Like, JD in the morning? Doesn't seem to suit.

There's this awkward silence after Naruto left the room to their kitchen. Sasuke is fidgeting with the hem of his sleeveless shirt, while Sakura is thinking the best possible way to start things out. However, Sakura is kind of surprised by herself, as to what her mouth suddenly says, "I presume you do know why I'm here, don't you?"

Sasuke looks up to him, slightly uninterested. "Yes. And you do know my answer already," he says nonchalantly.

Sakura takes a deep breath and slowly letting it out, as if to brace herself at whatever Sasuke might throws at her, before she starts again, "I know where you were coming from, Uchiha-san. But," she stops at mid sentence to look at Sasuke's expression, which is quite unchanging, and she continues, "just consider I'm here to offer you a job, yeah?"

Sasuke merely smiles a lopsided grin, still looks uninterested as he moves his fingers under his shirt, and scratching at different spots across his chest, while at the same time, Naruto comes to view.

"Thank you," Sakura says politely, as Naruto sets his coffee at the table.

Naruto only smiles at her, and handing Sasuke his JD, before slowly lowering himself in front of Sasuke, to peek at his boyfriend's eyes, which is glued to the mat below. "You absolutely have to accept the offer, Sasuke," he says.

Sasuke raises his eyes as he snaps, "Stop getting involved like you're my fucking wife, Naruto!"

Naruto merely chuckles. "Oh, but I am, baby," he retorts teasingly and walking nonchalantly back to the kitchen.

"Asshole," Sasuke mutters, face redden slightly, feigning to scratch his arm, and then gulping his JD.

Sakura smiles at the scene, and waits for Sasuke's answer, because she believes it is Sasuke's turn now.

"I'm not interested to work in a dreary place like fucking university hospital," he declares. "I don't want to have to follow the orders barked out by a fucking professor, y'know." Sasuke sighs softly before he continues his speech. "I'd rather be a wandering doctor. I wouldn't even mind living off of a partner either. You know what I mean?"

Suddenly, right before Sasuke's last word, there is a loud crashing sound from the kitchen. As if Naruto was angry and threw some plates to the wall, or just lost his grip, at Sasuke's statement about wouldn't mind living without a partner.

Well, at least that's what Sasuke believes Naruto would do after hearing such statement. "Naruto, don't take your frustration out to the innocent!" and so he yells.

However, "You are right," is what it takes for Sakura to make Sasuke returns to her. "Right about now, the Konoha University hospital has became a rotten place, led by some incompetent crippled-ass who called himself a professor, and has the power to determine everything. From medications they prescribe, to the medical procedures to be carried out," Sakura is practically musing out loud. "However," she stops to take a breath, "you will help me to take that position, in order to change the USC Hospital."

Regarding Sakura for a moment, Sasuke doesn't respond at first. He knows without needing to be told that the woman sitting across him is currently nominating herself for the next professor of the USC hospital. But Sasuke's answer comes when he suddenly laughs out loud, much to Sakura's irritation. Sakura is still slightly taken aback, when Sasuke explains himself.

"Hn," Sasuke says. "You are not the first to ever say those fucking things," he mocks. "It's typical in any election. What makes you different?" he asks finally, almost too sharply.

***