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Chapter 1

I trudged slowly towards base. My side was burning and I could feel hot blood drip down my body. Some stupid rogue had decided that they could take the Akatsuki and attacked me out of the God Damn blue.

Sasori's going to have my head for this; calling me a brat, telling me that my art is stupid and that I need to be more responsible. Hmm.

The base slowly came into view as my hazy graze settled on it. I had tried to bandage up my torn up right side, but I had must have dislocated or broken my left shoulder, making it impossible for me to do much about the seemingly never ending amounts of blood spilling from me. I knew that there had to be a trail behind that was leading back to base, but at the moment I was more worried about bleeding to death then the bases secrecy. All Pein had to do was make it rain a little, which he frequently does let me tell ya. I mean couldn't that guy tone it down a little on the rain. I wouldn't be surprised if one of the members caught pneumonia, with how damp and cold it is around here, though I wouldn't mind if Itachi died of pneumonia. It would be like killing two birds one stone: one Itachi and the other Pein tones down the weepy rain.

I walking up to the entrance and opened the stone door and walked into the dreariness of the hideout. The lights were all dimmed down and some were out. It was Kakuzu's lets save money by not replacing the blown out lights and dimming all of the others plan. The base was extremely quite which had to mean that Tobi wasn't here which was a relief with the amount of pain that I was in at the moment. I wouldn't have been able to tolerate the childish man.

Pein had a policy were at least one person was always at the base at all times. So someone was here, but you could immediately eliminate Hidan and Tobi. Those two made as much racket as one of my bombs.

As I limbed towards my shared room with Sasori hoping he was back from his mission, I just now noticing the dull pain in my lower leg, just great more injuries. Maybe my pain nerves are blown out and that is why I am just now noticing the pain down there. Now, you have to wonder if I have some other unknown injuries.

Meeting no one in the halls as I walked or more like limped down the hall, I was greeted by my door in record time for the condition that I was in. Opening the door, I noticed that all the lights were off; meaning that Sasori wasn't back, great, just great. Hmmmm.

Shutting the door behind me I made my why to the bathroom and also shut that door behind me. My legs then decide that they weren't going to provided support anymore, and I slipped down the door hitting the floor at the bottom.

I could feel all the pain catching up to me that had been blocked out from the urgency to get back to base, to get help.

I could feel blood dripping and soaking the floor, I could only vaguely see through the haze of blood pooling around me. I slipped to the side and fell till I was curled up in my uninjured side, but I smashing my shoulder. I am not sure if I screamed or not, but all I could think about was how Sasori was going to find my dead body and turn me into a puppet. I should have seen who was here at base.

Ugh. Too late now, I thought as I backed out.

I could feel gentle hands lift me up from my laying position on the floor. I couldn't open my eyes no matter how hard I tried. Someone was then propping me against the door again and trying to take off my shirt. It hurt, god that hurt my shoulder to be lifting my arm like that. I could hear myself whimper and the unknown helper stop there advance. I could hear the ripping of fabric in the background and it took me way too long to figure out that it was my shirt ripping to prevent me the pain of lifting my arm to get the shirt off.

I could feel careful warm fingers probe my shoulder after the shirt was cut away. Whimpering I tried to move away, but could feel may self slipping towards the floor again, but was caught before my torn side could hit the white tiles of Sasori and I's bathroom floor.

Propped against the door for the third time the probing fingers went down to inspect my side, checking my ribs for breaks and to inspecting the cut itself.

I must have phased out for the awhile because the next thing I know it my side has been wrapped and my arm put in a sling. I could feel my head being tipped back and my bangs falling away from my usually covered eye. My month unconsciously opened slightly and I felt something slip through my opened mouth. A glass was then held up to my mouth and water poured into my mouth, it was like all I could do was listen. I couldn't move my body or open my mouth, my only reactions were to pain. I couldn't even get myself to swallow the water.

My head was tipped back more and a hand came to my throat massaging it in an attempt to get my body to reflex and swallow. After a couple of rubs I swallowed down the liquid and what I assumed was a pill.

I felt hands come to my waist and lift me will tugging down my pants leaving me in boxers. For some reason I didn't really seem to care that whoever this was, was seeing me practically naked. All I could think about was the fact this person was helping me and I couldn't give a damn right now about n appearances.

Once the pants were off, I felt the gentle fingers probing my leg and felt the sting of antiseptic. I suddenly became glad that I hadn't been aware for the disinfecting of my torn side or once torn side now that I think about it, I think that it has been sewn back together.

Time phased out again and again in parts were the haze left for moments before returning again, I could feel a warm wash cloth running over my body, washing me of blood and sweat.

The wash cloth was back again sometime later, washing my face. I felt my body being lifted into strong arms and I realized that sometime in my haze I was moved into the bath tub with my head facing the spout so that my hair could be washed and so the rest of my wash cloth cleaned body wouldn't get wet.

I was held in strong arms for a minute till I was laid down onto plush softness that I realized was my bed. Sheets and blankets were pulled up to my chin.

Time seemed too phase together and I could hear the scrape of a chair on the wooden floors and flutter of book pages.

I finally was be able to open my eyes after some time and I tilted my head towards were I had heard the chair scraped before and the flutter of pages. My sight finally focused and my eye met dark ones.

"Itachi?" I croaked.

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