Disclaimer - I don't own Deathnote or Naruto.

Re-edited - 4/21/09

Deathnote/Naruto

Pairing - L/Sakura

Words – 4,433

Influence for this chapter – My Chemical Romance - Heaven Help Us


In which there are temper tantrums


'Heaven help us now
Come crashing down
We'll hear the sound
As you're falling down'


Chapter 2


Things seemed slow being how Watari had still been knocked out

Sakura sat on her new bed in her new room. Alone.

Ryuuzaki had given her one of his long white shirts to sleep in; taking into account that the girl had been running around for days in the same attire. It was sized too big to fit her small frame, but it was comfortable to say the least, though she felt slightly exposed because of its bagginess.

She sighed thinking of how lucky she was that this man had a kind heart, not something, she had come in contact with since she fell. Sakura noticed he was an odd one though, they way he carried himself and all around appearance peeved her. His posture was ghastly and the shadows under his eyes gave him the effect as though he was the walking dead. His hair was a dreadful mess and skin was painfully pale in her opinion, but then again, who was she to judge?

She was surprised when he didn't comment on her own hair. Though she couldn't remember, somehow she knew that pink wasn't that common where ever she had lived before, but in her findings in this country, it was impossible to spot anyone with anything but brunette.

'That's the least of my problems though…' she though solemnly. Curling into a ball on the bed she let herself fall on her side with a thump. 'What am I going to do…? I don't belong here, I know that, but I can't remember where I do belong. I don't remember the name, the country, or anyone…do I even have any family or friends? Isn't anyone looking for me?' A lump was starting to form in her throat, 'I-I feel so alone…L can't keep me forever, not that he wants to…but what am I to do? Someone has to be missing me don't they, I can't be alone in the world right? What if I am though? What if I can't survive here…? I'm…afraid.'

Sakura swallowed the lump down; she was not going to cry. She was a shinobi, shinobi were not to show their emotions no matter the situation.

Her eyes set on the small table beside the bed, a digital clock sat, the time blinking, and reading 2:14 am. She growled, her lights were still on, lightening the room as she looked around. 'Closet, coat rack, television, dresser, window, trash can, desk…chair.'

She closed her eyes with a frown, 'I should be happy, I have a roof over my head, a warm bed, someone who will take care of me…for the most part and I'm alive. But…if have no memory of who I was, where I came from, what I did…is living even worth it?'

Sleep was veiling her now, calmness overcame and she fell into unconsciousness.


Watari had woken an hour ago, and was now victim to a pacing Ryuuzaki. He could tell the boy was frazzled, his brow scrunched and a look of intense thinking was glued as his expression.

"I'm at a stand still Watari…she can't stay here, she doesn't belong here, she belongs with her family."

The old man huffed in discontent, "You made a valid point before when you told me that if anyone was looking for her, we would have seen in the police reports and if she did remember anything, I'm sure she would have made the call by now."

The pacing ceased, "I gave her one of my shirts to sleep in, I checked her clothes and I found no identification on her at all and no money. How could she be running around Tokyo without an ID or a dollar to her name?"

"Did you find anything of use at all?"

Ryuuzaki nodded taking out a folded picture from his pocket, "It was in the pouch that was on her leg, along with an impressive amount of weapons that date back to the feudal era though they look brand knew."

Watari took the picture and unfolded it to reveal three children, one including her, a blonde haired boy, another boy whose hair was spiked toward the back and a taller older man with what seemed like grey hair that stood up. "Friends or family?" he asked.

The younger male shook his head, "Read what it says on the back."

'Team seven – Hatake Kakashi-sensei, Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke-kun'

Ryuuzaki sighed, "In the photograph, she seems a lot younger, anywhere between eleven and thirteen. I can assume that she was close to Mr. Uchiha considering the honorific and its obvious Mr. Hatake was her teacher. I can not pinpoint what Mr. Uzumaki was to her but just another member of her team."

"A team of what though?"

"I spoke with her while you were knocked out. She said she was a shinobi…I have no intentions of believing her but perhaps in her mind, these people were part of her 'Shinobi Team'. We can't exactly know for sure when she did indeed write this or if these people are even related to her or are connect as to why and how she got here. I suggest we keep this for a while and show it to her later, if she remembers them we might have something else to go on."

"And if she does not remember them?"

He sighed, "That Watari…I am not sure of yet."

A silence submerged them, both thinking hard.

"Did she mention why she came here?" the old man's voice spoke.

Ryuuzaki looked down, "I believe I am that fault of that."

Watari raised a furry brow, "How so?"

"That night…at the road. You remember I went into the crater; I found a shuriken down there and took it with us. Apparently, this girl must have put a tracking device on it; she said she does it to all of her weapons. That's how she found us."

"How could she put a tracking device on something so small?"

"She used the term 'Chakra' instead of tracking device. In a nut shell, she says chakra is what keeps her alive, of course…I don't find this plausible."

Watari took a deep breathe, "This girl seems to be full of surprises. At my age, surprises aren't as entertaining as they use to be."

Ryuuzaki jumped up and snapped his fingers, "That reminds me. When you went into your panic attack, she rushed to you and her hand began to illuminate a bright shade of green…it helped you. Tell me, what did it feel like? What were the effects of it?"

"I remember her hand glowing…it felt like warm water but lacking actual water, it was very calming actually, as soon as she began, I began to fall asleep."

"I see. There is also another question that goes unanswered though."

The old man nodded, "The question on how she ended up here. She came through the window, did she not?"

"She had to…after I set her up in her room; I checked the rest of the penthouse for any breaking and entering, but everything was locked and just as I left it. The only possible way she could have come in is through my window."

The man walked over to the still open window and pushed his head out slightly to look down toward the ground, "There is no way she could have climbed up or scaled down, there is no rope or hooks, no ledges or anything." Pulling his head back in.

"I think we need to interrogate the girl, did she tell you her name?"

He nodded, "She said it was Sakura, her last name is either forgotten, unknown or she just neglected to give up such information."

Watari nodded, "Well, we will see what the morning brings us." He stood up, walking gracefully toward the door, opening.

"Watari."

The elder turned around.

"Do you think I did the right thing…letting her stay?"

He smiled, "I would have done the same. Whether she lost her memory or possibly mentally unstable…or both…I would have never let a girl such as herself stay outside alone for another night if I had anything to say about it. She is a very attractive young lady, it surprises me that no low life has taken advantage if her in her current state."

Ryuuzaki stilled, "I hadn't even though about her safety until now. But taking it into consideration, I now believe that her staying with us is the best option we have."

Watari nodded, turning back to leave, noticing the closed door across the hallway's light was on. It was bright from the dark corridor. "It seems like Miss Sakura is still awake."

The younger boy walked to stand beside him, "I thought she had fallen asleep hours ago…" He stepped across the hall, and soundlessly opened the door, peeping his head in.

She was curled in a ball, covers surrounding her snugly and her breathing even enough to be presumed asleep. He turned back to Watari and mouthed, 'She left the lamp on.'

Stepping in lightly, making sure none of the floor boards would creek, he tiptoed to the lamp next to her bed, but before turning it off, he leaned over the bed. Her back towards him, he noticed her head snuggle into the pillow. 'She must be exhausted.'

Leaning back, he turned off the lamp with a light click and shuffled his feet out the door, "She is out cold…I'm sure she didn't hear a thing we said." He whispered to Watari as he soundless closed the door.

Watari nodded, "All seems well now tonight, get some sleep, we have a big day awaiting us in the morning."

Ryuuzaki nodded, "You're right…goodnight Watari."

"Goodnight."

Unknowingly to Ryuuzaki, her eyes had shot open when he turned off her lamp. She was a master of acting, and realistic sleeping was one of her specialties.

Closing her eyes again, the last words he said echoed in her mind, "She is out cold…I'm sure she didn't hear a thing we said."

Twisting her body to lay flat on her back on the bed, she turned her head toward the clock that now read, 2:31 am.

'On the contrary L, I'm a shinobi…' she frowned, '…I hear everything.'


Morning had come more quickly then expected. Sakura found herself exiting her room and timidly walking down the hallway. Her hand touched the wall as she walked in the only other direction she could have gone in.

She noticed that there was an entrance to a vinyl floored room.

It seemed to be a kitchen. It was bright from the large windows, and seemed…happier compared to the rest of the dark rooms.

Sakura couldn't put her finger on it, the light streaming and mirroring from surrounding buildings, it was a magnificent sight to behold, nothing she ever dreamt of. She slowly entered and sat on the cushioned wooden chair, legs up and knees supporting her chin. Letting the giant white shirt cover her completely, green eyes watched a grey haired old man elegantly walk around the kitchen, shuffling through cabinets and draws, acquiring utensils and food. She knew he already sensed her presence and said nothing.

"Good morning Miss Sakura." He said.

"Good morning…I don't think we have properly been introduced, though you already know my name."

The elder man smiled, "You may call me Watari, and I am pleased to finally meet the one who helped me for what could have been a terrible predicament."

She smiled, "Watari-sama, I'm sorry for me startling you last night, it was not my intention I assure you."

The elder returned the smile, partially hidden by his white mustache, "It's quite alright. I feel quite well now."

Sakura grinned, "I'm glad you aren't angry with me. Don't worry though, as soon as L wakes, I will answer every question I can that either of you will have because I'm sure you and him have come up with many."

"I'm sure L will have more questions then I would, but yes we did discuss some things last night." He eyed her, "I hope we did not disturb your sleep with our loud voices?"

"No, of course not, I slept like a baby."

"I would hope so, L tells me that you have been sleeping outside for a few days now, is that true?"

She nodded.

"That must have been acutely uncomfortable."

"It wasn't so bad. Though, it disappoints me that the stars are so difficult to see here because of all the lights."

Watari smiled knowingly under his bushy mustache, "Yes I suppose the stars are more difficult to find in such a bright city. The place where you lived before, the stars were more visible? The country perhaps?" He attempted, possibly trying to coax an answer as to where she came from out of her.

She frowned looking down upon the table; an uneasy silence drowned them. Her eyes scrunched as though trying to remember a trace of anything that might help her return home. It was at the tip of her mind, she couldn't quite reach it. Clenching her fist, her mind took over as a flashback of trees, near the canopy flew by, almost as if she was running in mid air but she couldn't see her self. All was there was trees, sun filtering through the leaves, sounds of birds chirping and small animals scurrying off to find refuge. 'So beautiful…' she thought.

Sakura eyes flashed open to meet Watari's, watching him as he watched her questionably. "Did you remember something Miss Sakura?" he asked softly.

Her head hesitantly nodded, "It will not be of much help though…I can assure you." She said sadly.

"And what was it that you remembered?" A heavy voice came from the door way.

Ryuuzaki had made his grand appearance in the kitchen; wide, dark eyes glossed over with interest, "Any information you can remember is one step closer to bringing to where you belong."

Sakura looked sadly at him, "I just saw trees…like a forest and it was like I was seeing it through some ones eyes and it was like they were flying just below the canopy. It's difficult to explain."

He nodded, "Was there anything that caught your eye other then the trees? Maybe a landmark or a sign? Anything out of the ordinary in a forest?"

She shook her head, "No…and I doubt I lived in a tree house…" her eyes lowered and a frown over took her face, "I'm sorry L, I wish I could remember…"

It was time Watari re-entered the conversation, smiling happily, "Now Miss Sakura, it's not your fault you can not remember, I'm sure in time things will become clearer. Who knows maybe that memory that suddenly popped into your mind is a sign that more recollections will return slowly."

Sighing in almost defeat, Ryuuzaki sat in the chair across Sakura at the table. His feet up in the same position Sakura sat in, though he found it to be his signature pose. He began to subconsciously stare upon her, wandering over her unique features such has her bright pastel pink hair, which was slightly ruffled from sleep and the brightest green eyes he'd ever seen on a human before. Their shade was that of an apple and seemed to have a shine all their own, he found them to be unreal. There where shadows under her eyes but nothing close to the extent in which he had and her skin was a flawless ivory with the exception of a thin scratch here and some dirt there.

The only words he could describe her as was a doll. In his eyes she was, Just. Too. Perfect.

Sakura notice his lack of blinking as he watched her, "…L…are you ok…?" she asked cautiously.

He did not jump in surprise of her voice, but merely still stared, "May I ask you something Miss Sakura?"

She nodded, "Yes, of course."

His leaned over the table, fingers holding him up as his neck stretched, his face closely before hers.

Sakura gasped in surprise but said nothing, 'What is he doing?!'

His eyes were round and wide, "Are you a model?"

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Watari let out a snort-laugh as he watched Sakura fall out of her seat, flabbergasted.

"W-what?! No I'm not a model!" she cried, "And why did you have to get so close to just say something, I would have heard you perfectly clear across the table!"

Ryuuzaki watched her as she sat up from her fall on the floor, "You're right, you are not a model."

Sakura raised a brow to him questionably, letting him finish.

"You have no poise." Blunt and to the point.

There was a silence. Such an uncomfortable…eerie silence.

Ryuuzaki sat back in his seat, feeling a vibe that wasn't to friendly coming from the girl on the floor. He blinked, and noticed how her bangs fell in front of her eyes, her fists clenched and knuckles turning white. He didn't expect such an explosion of emotions.

'Wither he helped me or not, I will not be insulted!' Sakura thought "Poise…I'll give you poise!" she said before she jumped off from the floor, eyes glowing with an intense fire and about to grab for a shuriken from her leg pouch—

'Wait…' she paused, feeling around her thigh for her weapon pouch she wore last night, 'Where…where is my stuff…?' she thought in a panic. Her eyes were wide starring at Ryuuzaki.

Ryuuzaki gave a staggered look, noticing she was touching around her leg for something, though he had already knew for what. 'So if she did have her weapons she would have attacked me…though it appears as though if I did not provoke her, she would not. It would seem that she has a short temper, luckily I did take away her weapons.'

Sakura's shoulders noticeably fell as though realizing what she had just done or could have done. "I'm…I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me."

Watari was expressionless while speaking to her, "Now Miss Sakura, you must learn to control your anger, if you wish to continue to live under this roof, I suggest you understand that we do not tolerate violent outbursts such as what just happened here."

Sakura stood straight, eyes to the flow in shame, "Yes sir. It won't happen again."

But he wasn't finished. "Another thing. If it weren't for the fact your weaponry had been confiscated, you may have seriously injured L. Let us hope we must never cross that bridge though. Do you understand?"

Her fists tugged on the edge of her night shirt and she nodded sadly.

Ryuuzaki's face fell seeing her so miserable. He knew what it was like to be reprimanded by Watari when he was younger. Frankly, being scolded on something in general was always somewhat nerve racking, it didn't matter how old one was.

Sakura quickly turned to Ryuuzaki and bowed, trying to not show the tears forming in the corner of her eyes, "Please forgive me L. I would never hurt you." She mumbled.

Ryuuzaki was shocked by her mood swing and did nothing but nod dumbly.

Sakura looked toward the wall, brow furrowed, "I am sorry."

He didn't speak. He didn't react. He just sat.

Sadly, she spun around and ran out of the kitchen in the direction of her room. A door slam was heard and an awkward silence descended on Ryuuzaki and Watari.


Hours had passed since either of the men had heard from Sakura. They both felt it would be best to leave her to her thoughts.

Ryuuzaki felt quite uneasy leaving her alone for so long, especially since she ran out before she ate breakfast. He hovered in front of her door, hand ready to knock, "Miss Sakura…It's L, may I please come in, I would like to speak with you."

A moment passed and he received no answer. He knocked. "Miss Sakura, please open the door."

Again, no answer.

Frowning, he slowly turned the knob of the door and let it creek open softly. Walking in, he found the bed complete made, the lamp on but the room empty. "Miss Sakura…" he whispered.

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"Yes L?" a feminine voice came from behind him.

He turned around to find her just outside her own door, her head tilted slightly to the side in question. "Is there something the matter L?"

"I didn't notice you leave your room."

"How long have you been waiting? Finding the restroom was more difficult then I anticipated."

"Only a moment. I entered your room when no answer came, I had thought you were sleeping or something happened to you." He said quietly.

Sakura stood there, a weight lifting from her shoulders, 'He isn't mad at me anymore.'

"I'm sorry if I worried you at all. What was it you came here for?"

He gazed at her, "I wanted to discuss what happened earlier today with you."

Her expression fell into a frown, eyes down cast and ashamed, "I understand if you want me to leave…"

Ryuuzaki's eyes widened in surprise.

"I don't want you to feel like you're in any danger when I'm around. I'll admit I have a bad temper and I'm violent, but it's only because of how I was brought up. I told you before that I'm a shinobi, it's all I know."

Sakura brushed passed him and sat gloomily on her bed, Ryuuzaki followed and sat near her.

"I did not come in here to ask you to leave, merely wanting to know more of your background. What happened in the kitchen will be forgotten, no harm came to me and you understand the rules of where you now live. I only wish to talk to you about other arrangements that can be made for you while you stay here."

She did not look at him, only intertwined her hands on her lap and sighed, "How can you trust me after what I did? If I had my shuriken I would have, without a second thought thrown it at you…you could have been severely wounded or died."

Ryuuzaki looked away from her as though in thought, "But…you would have healed me without a second thought like you healed Watari. At the time he was a complete and total stranger to you, yet you did something to save his life, I know you would have done the same for me."

She smiled knowingly, "That's right, I wouldn't have let you die, I'd faint from chakra exhaustion before I let someone who was so kind to me when no one else was to die. Never. I am a medic-nin after all."

"A medic-nin?"

Sakura nodded, eyes glancing upon him, noticing he still did not look at her, "Yes. I used to be the top medic in the hospital." Her mind wondered to blurred memories, "I could save Anbu from the brink of death and still have enough chakra for a surgery. I…" she laughed at herself, "If I worked on a patient that wasn't supposed to be alive and I saved them…I would not let any other medic touch them, it was a hospital superstition…bad luck."

Ryuuzaki frowned, "You are qualified to perform surgery?"

"And much more then that, lets go back to the kitchen and I'll show you." She sat up with a grin, "Come on."

He hesitantly followed her out the door and into the kitchen where they all shared such tension hours ago. Watari was else where in the building doing his daily routine.

Ryuuzaki grimaced when he saw Sakura reach for a relatively sharp knife off the sink drying rack, "What are you going to do with that?"

She smirked, "Don't worry, this isn't meant for you." She held the knife, pointing its tip toward her stomach, moving it centimeters before softly holding it in place.

The black haired boy's eyes widened, jumping to grab the knife from her hand, "Stop!" Before he could grab it, the knife was already jutting from her stomach.

He shakily looked into her eyes and noticed a thin line of blood trickling down her lips, "What have you done…?" He then noticed a sweet smile forming on her face.

"Calm down L. Now watch this."

Sakura slowly pulled the knife from her abdomen, letting squirts of blood drip under the white shirt. She lifted the white shirt up above her belly button; luckily, he had given her back her black shorts. Her eyes glanced into his scared ones and then back to the wound. Laying the knife in the sink, her hand began to glow green like it had did the night before. Placing her hand on the wound, she watched Ryuuzaki's surprised expression as the once bloody wound seemed to disappear as though it never existed.

Ryuuzaki was shaking uncontrollably. He stretched his pale fingers, grabbing for her hand on her stomach and felt the warmth of her chakra; once the color dissipated he wrapped his hand with hers and slowly pulled them off her stomach. He wanted to scream when he found that there was no wound, not even a scratch. "How…how is this possible? Science tells us that this is not feasible, all logic says that this is not achievable…what, what are you?"

She felt his fingers stroke the area where the wound was, she knew he did this unknowingly but she still felt odd about it. "Something that you refuse to believe." She answered him. He lightly pulled his hand away and stared at her. "See not even a scar. Tsunade says that I've already surpassed her in speed when it comes to these sorts of procedures, she says that I'll one day take her place as a Sanin."

Ryuuzaki stilled for a minute then jumped towards her, both of his hands on her shoulders, "What did you just say? That name, you remembered a name!"

Sakura blinked, "Tsunade…?"

"Yes, who is she to you? This could be a step closer to getting you back home."

"She…she's my…Shis…" she paused thinking, "She is the Hokage of Leaf."

Ryuuzaki's expression fell and he sighed. 'She isn't making any sense…what is the Hokage of Leaf supposed to mean? I must speak with Watari about this…' Shaking his head, their eyes met, "Are you sure you are all right?" he meant the stab wound.

She nodded numbly, "Yes, I'm fine."

"We can't keep you in bloodied garments." Nodding he continued, "I will give you something to wear; then you and Watari will go shopping for clothing of your own."


'And would you pray for me?
Or make a saint of me?
And will you lay for me?
Or make a saint?'