Summary For Healing Pain: They say he's a part of his brother's organization, the Akatsuki, and is Itachi's right hand man. They say she's perfect, would never break a law and would never help an Uchiha. But no one really knows them, at least until they work together. She'll die for her family, he'll die for revenge; who'd guess they'd be a perfect team? But now their truths and secrets are coming to light.

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Don't Panic! I'm just rearranging things!

This is Still Healing Pain! Despite the Change of title.

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Anyways this is Part I: Healing Pain!

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I Do Not Own Naruto

Chapter 1

Hard, cold, lethal.

That's all that ran through her head as green stared at black. Lightning illuminated his menacing presence briefly and she wished vainly it hadn't. For in that brief moment of light those black eyes of his had flashed red making his lean dark form all the more menacing. It didn't matter how well trained she was, it didn't matter how good she was, and it wouldn't matter how hard she fought, she couldn't beat him.

At best she could escape him.

They both knew it as his blade pressed harder against her throat. In the dark though they were equal, though his looming presence had her worried until lightning again lit up her tiny apartment. His arm, it was bleeding where his arm should be.

"You're wounded," she said calmly.

"Tch," he clicked his tongue at her as she stared into his eyes. They were black and cold and honestly reminded her of a monster but he was the monster she loved.

"Why are you here?" she asked in a hard voice before he frowned at her.

"There was nowhere else I could go," he said softly. She just stared at him, he had yet to remove the blade he had pressed against her throat. Despite everything, every tear she had shed for him, every heartbreak he had given her and every ounce of pain he had inflicted upon her, and even the few times he had tried to kill her; despite all of it she still loved him. The knowledge to her was terrifying but only made worse because he knew she still loved him and he could use her love against her. He would too, she would not put it past him to do just that.

"And so you came to me? I thought you wanted me dead." She growled out at him.

"Hn," he countered as his eyes glowed red then, she just glared back at him knowing the risks. It didn't matter though, he could kill her for all she cared, she was tired of this game he had going with her. And yes she was certain it was nothing more than a game to him.

"Just kill me if that's what you want or do you actually need me?" she snapped coldly at him. Again the storm illuminated him and again she wished it hadn't, he seemed so much more terrifying to her when he was in the light rather than the shadows. He was not a creature meant for the light.

"I would not be here if I did not have use for you," he spat back at her.

"Then lower your blade and maybe I can help you!" she snarled back, he glared at her before slowly removing his blade from her throat. She felt a few blood drops roll down her neck but she didn't care, it was only a warning compared to what had happened last time they had met this way. He sheathed his blade, he swayed she was quick to catch his heavier body then, his left forearm had been sliced off, she realized this and sighed.

"What have you done to yourself, Sasuke?" she murmured.

The man glared at her as he clearly fought to stay aware of his surroundings and she knew it difficult for him to hold on after all the blood he had clearly lost. But he lost his fight as she felt him slip into oblivion. She managed to get him on her bed, she removed his blade from his right hand so he didn't kill her if he should react poorly to her treatment then settled in for a long night of healing him again. How was it that she always ended up here? And worse was if anyone were to know what she was doing. There was little doubt in her mind that if anyone were to know Uchiha Sasuke were in apartment being healed by her she'd be as good as dead.

But none of that mattered to her as she pulled her pink hair back and focused her energy and her mind on her patient. Nothing mattered beyond saving her patient and he was her patient, again. Sakura accepted this and she didn't mind it as long as he didn't kill her, yet. One day he would, but until then…


He opened his eyes to see a familiar ceiling. How often did he end up here? The last place he really wanted to be? A lot more than he cared to admit as he turned his head to look at where she should be. His fingers closed around the hilt of his sword as he stared at the sleeping woman. She was clearly exhausted, he had exhausted her and he knew it. Worse was knowing that he had failed in his mission and been wounded and forced to come here to avoid detection and to evade his pursuers.

The sleeping woman across from him roused both his suspicion and his lust as he stared at her sleeping form. Her heavy pink hair was natural, he had wondered once if it were dyed only for her to reveal she was a natural pinkette, her eyes were a brilliant but sad shade of green, and her face was often times something that made him wonder what she was thinking. It was as if she were just a naturally sad or lonely person and when she wasn't happy or smiling she just looked a little lost, a little sad and a bit wounded.

She had never looked like that before they had met, he had seen her a few times before but after they had met…

Well life for those who met him was short and swift, she had been the only one he had met he hadn't killed immediately. But she was also the first he had ever met whom he did not want to kill, he did not understand that part of himself as he sat up on her bed. He glared at the missing left arm then sighed as he swung his feet to the floor. Her green eyes snapped open to stare at him, he saw a brief flicker of something before she hid it from him again.

"You should go," she murmured softly. He glared at her as his right hand pulled his blade free.

"I know the rules, I never saw you and I don't know you," she snapped at him before he sheathed his blade again and stood. He pulled on his black clothing, looked at her one last time in warning before he disappeared.

He didn't trust anyone.

But he found himself reluctantly trusting Haruno Sakura, the prized Healer from the Village of the Hidden Leaf. He'd trust her for as long as he could but then…

He'd kill her one day.

Just not today.

Haruno Sakura would die at his hand one day and thought was neither pleasing nor displeasing, it was just a fact of their arrangement. All of this because one day she had taken his unconscious body to safety…


Don't hate me! I don't know if I'll continue this! I write Inuyasha, but lately I've been reading Naruto and I freaking adore this pairing and I wanted to play around with them to see if I could create a half way decent story with them. Tell me what you think, I don't know if I'll continue this or delete it but I thought to play with it a bit and see if it'd work out at all. So please don't hate me!

That's all for now folks!

Enjoy Healing Pain! =)