Author's Ramble: Yes, yes, I should be updating Concrete Angel. Bad Nasa! –slaps self- But in all honesty, I really, really, really despise that story. It sucks so very badly. So it'll probably be deleted soon. I'd hate to loose all those reviews though. –sigh- Anyway...For anyone who was waiting for Sasuke-chan In Wonderland, well, someone did that. I went and read it, and it was pretty close to what I was going to do. So nix on that idea. I really have no clue where this story came from. It just popped up and bit me in the ass.

Warnings: Yaoi, Uke Sasuke, original character (Who won't last long I hope...) utter disregard for a timeline, etc. etc. If this isn't your cup of tea, don't drink it. The back button is your friend. Use it. Flames will be utterly disregarded. Review nicely. Unbetad chaos. Anybody wanna volunteer?

Disclaimer: I disclaim.

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Tsunade let out a breath of relief as she sank deeper into the hot water, the dim light in her bathroom reflecting off the bubbles that filled the tub. Naruto may have taken over as the Rokudaime, but she was still the top medical-nin in Konoha, and she was still on her feet more then she wanted to be. She lifted the glass of blood red wine sitting next to the bath tub, admiring at the way the light reflected through the liquid.

Her blissful sigh turned into an irritated huff as her door bell started ringing. With an annoyed frown she heaved herself out of the nice warm water and pulled a robe on, stalking to the front door. Whoever interrupted her had better have had a good reason.

Flinging the door open, Tsunade opened her mouth to start a scathing tirade, but the silver-haired jounin on her porch held up a hand. She shut her mouth with a snap and settled for a baleful glare. "What are you doing here, Kakashi?" A small line appeared between her eyebrows at his expression. Nothing short of war could get him to look that serious.

"Sorry to disturb you Tsunade-san, but we may have a problem."

She tapped her foot. "Any reason you couldn't go to the Rokudaime about it?" Kakashi took a deep breath, and Tsunade felt a shiver go down her spine. Whatever his answer was, she was sure she wasn't going to like it.

"There's a light in the Uchiha district."

Tsunade hated being right sometimes.

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When they passed the under the arch marked on both sides with the Uchiha fan, it was as if all sound had ceased, except for the wind wailing it's eternal dirge through the empty husks of buildings. No villager would go here. This place belonged to the ghosts of the past.

A single light burned in the dark, a small yellow speck watching them like the eye of some malevolent creature. Tsunade shivered again, rubbing her arms as she and Kakashi walked towards that small dot. It grew steadily larger, and soon they could see that it filtered through the open door of the house closest to the gateway.

As soon as she set foot in the entryway, it took all of Tsunade's training as a healer not to gag. The thick, heavy smell of death was soaked into this house, old and dusty, growing stronger of the years, and spiked with the bright copper scent of fresh blood. She swallowed hard and walked resolutely down the hall.

The light was on in the living room, muted by the layers of dust that coated everything. Kakashi looked in, tense as a predator waiting to strike. He let go of a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Sasuke." He whispered, his voice slightly hoarse for some reason.

His former student was unconscious, slumped against the couch with one arm wrapped around his abdomen, the other tucked beneath his head. His legs were folded beneath him, and Tsunade could see the white glare of bone sticking out from the skin on the right one. Tangled black hair hung over Sasuke's smudged pale face like dirty cobwebs. A slowly widening pool of blood spread across the floor and soaked into the fabric of the cushions. An Akatsuki cloak had draped over him, and Kakashi had a pretty good idea who said cloak belonged to.

Tsunade let out a soft groan, feeling a migraine beginning to build. Kakashi glanced at her. "What are you planning to do, Tsunade-san?"

The healer-nin was already moving towards the motionless Uchiha, her lips set in a thin line of determination. "I'm going to patch him up." Her eyes hardened. "And then I have quite a few questions I'd like to ask him."

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