A/N: Okaaay, second chaper came out waaaay later than I thought. I was going through some internet troubles which also explains why this chapter is so short.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, if you can recognise a character then the chances are that it's not mine.

Warnings: Um... nothing, I think. This chapter is rated K+ for... well nothing, this is a really tame chapter. XP

Kiss and Tell.
By DeceptiveSoftness.

Chapter Two: Faint

Naruto groaned and rolled over, he was lying on the wet pavement and judging by the smell he was probably an alleyway but that wasn't really anything new, he was also really cold and his head was killing him but, once again this was the norm so he didn't pay it much mind. It wasn't until someone poked him in the ribs that he reacted. While sleeping in a cold, wet alley was not anything to get too worried about, having someone else in the alley with him was, he swiftly dropped a hand to his kunai pouch and launched a knife at his attacker and grinned when he heard them curse. That'd teach the fucker to try and kill him while he was sleeping!

Then he realised that it was Sasukes voice and that the Uchiha had probably been trying to wake him up rather than attack him, he had this weird code of honour thing where he wouldn't attack an enemy if he was asleep or if his back was turned or some other crap like that. Sometimes Naruto thought that his teammate was confusing ninja with samurai. The blonde mumbled an apology and sat up, immediately regretting that course of action as his head started to swim and his vision blurred. He hadn't felt this sick since that one time when he'd drank that litre of bleach that had been diguised as orange juice. In retrospect he really should have been suspicious of the lady, who'd kicked him out of her store no less than forty-three times, giving him free juice but hindsight is a fine thing and he had been very thirsty that day.

Naruto groaned again and curled up into a ball as he tried to stop the world from spinning, after a few moments, when the ground stopped rocking like a ship in a storm and he cracked his eyes open to get a look at his surroundings. He was in an alley on the floor, exactly like he'd thought but Kakashi and Sasuke were also in the alley, Sasuke was glaring at him and rubbing at a thin cut on his cheek that was oozing blood and Kakashi was standing near the mouth of the alley, glancing around suspiciously like he thought the bricks would open up any moment and eat him...wait a minute. Images flickered through his mind one after the other, going so fast that they blurred together; Trees and fiery leaves and the plesant, warm feeling of a job well done. A yawning abyss, a flash of orange fur and the sensation of falling, hands scrabbling at hard dirt, stinging cuts and the sound of a girl screaming. Suddenly it all came back to him...

"The forest! The fissure! The cat!" he yelled standing up quickly and promptly falling back down in a vertigo induced dizzy spell. Sasuke snorted and kicked him lightly in the side. "Stay down until the dizziness passes, you idiot. And quit yelling, in case you hadn't noticed we're trying to stay unnoticed here." the black haired teen muttered gesturing to Kakashi who was still glancing around and keeping close to the alley wall and to the fact that the two of them were currently sitting behind a large trashcan. Naruto squinted through the pain to see that outside the alley was a place that was definately not the Hidden Leaf Village.

The houses were different, both in structure and design, taller, blockier and without the diversity normally seen in the Leaf. The clothes were different, more conservative and yet more revealing at the same time; girls in floor length skirts with sheer tank tops chatting to women in thick jumpers and short-shorts. Ninja villages played host to some very weird clothing styles mostly involving some sort of mesh or chain-mail but Naruto had never seen those weird shoes before -some kind of slipper-boot hybrid with fur everywhere- or the sleeveless almost-jumpsuits that were cut off mid thigh and covered in floral patterns and dozens of pockets. Girls who looked as young as eleven were out wearing killer high heels, mini-skirts and thin tops, all the while talking loudly to the little rectangular boxes in their hands.

The atmosphere was different, even in the Leaf Village, a place renown for being one of the few 'peaceful-good' ninja villages still had a tense atmosphere, most of it's inhabitants had lived through a vicious demon attack twelve years ago and had witnessed first hand the horrors of war a few years prior to that. Not all of them were civillians, in fact, over half of the people living in the Leaf Village were ninja or ninja-in-training so the innocent, light and naieve feeling of this strange place immediately pegged it for somewhere outside the Hidden Leaf Village. The air was different too, no longer the dry, crispy air of home, tinged with the slight chill of winter, this air was heavy and warm and moist and it covered his tongue and burned his lungs with every inhalation.

As Narutos sense of awareness slowly returned to him he noticed that something else was different too. Something was missing.

His team was a myrid of colours, all as unique and as wonderful as rare gems. Yellow and Orange was himself, bright and loud and cheerful with an underlying splash of warning, of danger, those were the colours he associated with himself. Black and Blue was Sasuke, silent and subtle and dark but still managing to shine despite the darkness, like an onyx polished to gleem. Silver and Grey were Kakashi. They may seem similar but they were two very different colours, the Silver was for the intelligence, the skill and the speed he possesed, all aspects of a Ninja perfectly honed like the sharp point of a knife and the Grey was for the dark humour in his voice whenever he showed up three hours late with a false excuse, saying the words like they were lines rehearsed, Grey was for the way his face tightened whenever he talked of teamwork and sacrifice and Grey was for the way he would stare off into nothing when he thought no-one was looking with eyes so grey they were almost black. Pink and Green were all Sakura. She was the soft pink of young love and blushes on pale cheeks, she was the lush green of growing things, of trees and grass and life. Naruto liked her colours the best, the bright swish of her hair and lively sparkle of her eyes, he liked the way her colours were all pretty and safe and soft, like a warm embrace.

Her colours were not in the alley, the lovely Pink and the lively Green were gone and his world seemed a little dimmer for it. His head swiveled wildly and he wondered how he could have missed the tight, tense look in Sasukes eyes or the worried tilt to Kakashis mouth, barely visable through the mask. How could he have missed the absense of laughing emerald eyes and the sway of candy coloured hair. How could he have missed her quick, feather light breathing -so distinguishable beside the steady breaths of her teammates- and the scent of cherry-blossoms on clear water. How could he have missed Sakura?

"Where is she?" he asked Sasuke, managing to keep the slight quiver of worry and the dark edge of threat out of his voice, quite the feat considering how woozy he still felt. The Uchiha looked away, his fists clenching lightly against the damp cement floor as his eyes scanned uselessly up and down the alley walls. It was several moments before he answered and Naruto couldn't help the twitch of his fingers toward the pouch that housed his exploding tags. "We don't know, we haven't been able to find her." he said eventually, his tone even and emotionless but his fists didn't stop flexing, the white bones of his hand visable as they strained against his pale skin.

"What! Where is she!" Naruto yelled, this time not bothing to disguise his worry or his anger, he grabbed the Uchiha by the front of his shirt and pulled him up so that they were nose to nose. Something inside Sasuke seemed to snap as his eyes darkened in anger and he slapped Narutos hands away. "I said I don't know, you idiot! Are you deaf as well as stupid? he shouted back, drawing two kunai from their holster and leveling them at Naruto. A gloved hand landed on Sasuke shoulder and Kakashis calm, even voice stamped down the growing tension between the two boys. "This is not time for fighting. We wont find Saukra by squabbling uselessly between ourselves." he murmered and Sasuke dropped the knives and turned away. Naruto looked down at the alley floor, Sensei was right, Sakura was missing and they couldn't waste time fighting. They had to find her!

Sakura was having a very, very bad day.

It had all started when she had woken up this morining to find her brand new alarm clock in pieces on the floor, it seemed that she had knocked it off her bed-side table during the night and it had shattered when it hit the ground. As a result she'd woken up two hours late and had no time to have a shower, all she'd managed to do was wash her face, brush her hair and her teeth and put on her clothes before rushing out the door to meet with her team. Her clothes were another problem, yesterday she'd gotten grass stains on her dress and put a rip in the knee of her leggings while doing a mission and her mother had offered to wash and mend them but somehow she'd forgotton and Sakura had been forced to wear a red vest top and a spare pair of beige trousers that were too-big for her and even when held up by a belt the ends trailed on the ground.

She was over an hour late to meet her teammates when she finally left the house and somehow Kakashi had managed to get there before she did, and when you were later than Kakashi Hatake of all people you knew that you were running pretty damn late. Sakura has then been treated to a lecture on punctulity by her hypocrite of a sensei before being practicaly assaulted by Naruto who wanted to know why she was late and what had happened to her normal clothes and then she was ignored by Sasuke. And of course to make a bad day worse they were given the Cat Mission again. Sakura liked animals, she liked little furry animals and elegant flying birds and graceful swimming fish, her parents had always said with a wistful air that perhaps when she quit playing around being ninja she could become a vet.

They didn't seem to understand that she liked being a ninja, she liked helping people, knowing that she had to power to help, knowing that she had the power to protect people. Being a ninja meant that she never had to watch on as people were hurt or killed on front of her. It meant that she could take care of herself, that she didn't have to be the damnsel in distress. Admittedly one of the other reasons for becoming a ninja was Sasuke. If she was ever to be a damsel he would be her white knight, strong and sure and handsome... anyway, she was getting off track. To finish her first point, she loved animals of all shapes and sizes, loved the cute and fuzzy along with the sleek and wary but even she could not suppress the urge to just strangle that cat until it stopped yowling. And then she supposed she'd have to go and kill the Fire Lords wife for driving the poor feline into such a state that Sakura was forced to kill it.

She shook her head, making her pink tresses flare out behind her, now was not the time to worry about a cat, she had more than enough on her plate already. She'd fallen into a weird chasm in the earth that had appeared after a freak earthquake and been knocked unconscious and then woken up in a damp, smelly alleyway surrounded by trash and god knows what else. To make things impossibly worse Sakura couldn't even recognise her surroundings. It certainly wasn't the Leaf Village, the buildings the people, the fashion and the weather were all wrong. It wasn't even the same season. The soft, fiery colours of Autumn were exchanged for the startling blues and vivid yellows of Summer.

The pinkette growled low in her chest and lashed out with her foot, denting the side of one of the trash cans and spilling garbage all over the already filthy alley floor. Her emerald eyes widened when she heard a voice behind her speak with a mix of curiosity and amusement. "Hey now, what did the poor trashcan ever do to you?" Sakura turned around quickly and dropped a hand to her kunai pouch as she eyed the stranger in horror and a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

He was familiar and yet she was sure she had never met this boy before in her entire life. His hair was blonde and wild and stuck out around his head in an spikey halo but the colour was off, it was too bright and too sharp and so unlike the familiar gold she was used to seeing, it was longer too more of a mane, an indulgence than the short utilitarian cut that it should have been. His eyes were blue but they were a dark, almost black and she had the feeling that they should be brighter, bluer because blue and black were never to mix in that tanned face. Blue was merry and black was dark, together they created a shadowed humour that was almost painful compared to the crystal clear hue she was used to. His face was too thin and the whisker marks were obviously fake, he was too tall and his clothes were the same blinding orange but looked tacky and far too new compared to the worn and loved jumpsuit of her teammate. And yet, despite all that he was the image of Naruto Uzumaki.

Sakura felt her knees give way as she fell to the alley floor and in the back of her mind Inner Sakura was ranting in disgust as the recently fallen trash squished into the fabric of her trousers. The Not-Naruto ran towards her just as she lurched forewards, her vision darkening and her pulse pounding in her ears. The last thing she saw before she fainted was an expression of concern on the fakes face, it was a look she'd seen on Narutos face when she got tired or bruised during training or on missions and the comparison of her grinning team mate to this too-thin parody made her sick. "What's going on..." she whispered before oblivion claimed her.

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