Title: Twists and Turns
Author: Heaven Lea
Pairings: KakuSaku
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 474
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor will I ever.
A/N: I'm horrible with Kakuzu's personality, so don't bite me for him being ooc. I jacked the list I'm writing off of from dragnclaw at deviantart.
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She..
The bubble-gum locked girl was treating a stranger's wounds without even realizing who he was. When she had found him half-alive in the forests deep near her home, she hadn't even cared to find out who he was. Medical instincts had kicked in to the point where whenever or whatever place someone was injured, she could be there to fix them straight up to perfect with days of rest and time off ahead.
Her face was cast in a worried look as she worked quickly on her said patient, pumping that glowing chakra straight into wounds, only to re-knit tissues and everything else the medical books had classified beneath the skins surface. True, she had known the technical terms for almost every little thing that had been found out in the human body, but it wasn't like she was going to focus on clearing every single one up to wonderful health.
That'd make a person too well, almost sickly, it had seemed.
He..
The man covered in irregular stitchings along his tanned-like skin had been wounded in some sort of battle, ending up where the blossom was. Those bright on dark optics just stared up at her when he woke into consciousness, almost laughing at the way she was so focused; never had he thought someone could ignore another waking from a deep slumber.
All he could remember doing was stumbling over brush, just before finding himself face-down in the dirt and other various objects that littered the ground. No cloak to identify him as Akatsuki, let alone a ring to announce his presence as a member to add.
That pretty girl surgically operating on him with that flowing and warmth infused chakra had flopped back onto the ground, relieved that she had finally finished working on that damn man. It was tiring, curing wounds non-stop to make sure one was left alive and not dead to the decaying earth under their bodies. Little circumstances like that brought her to wits end, especially if it meant risking another's life in the process.
A grunt was all he managed, quickly attracting her attention.
"Ah! You are awake, Sir!" she cheerily pronounced, hoping that was enough to catch his senses up to the fact that he actually wasn't in some hell or heaven of the like.
Well… he couldn't really find himself in heaven, seeing all the crimes he had committed without even converting to some religion. His mind flickered back to some far-off memory of a partner who sacrificed himself constantly in need of religious standards of that 'Jashinistic' thing, whatever Hidan had defined it as.
He nodded her way, thoughts interrupted with, 'Even if you were in hell, she'd be enough to make it all better.'
"Kakuzu."
She smiled at the sound of his name, a slight red painted on pale canvas.
"Sakura."