(A/N: Wow… it's been a long time since I've updated, huh? I've been thinking up on different stories to much. Y'know… just sitting there and brainstorming but really never doing anything. I need to stop that. If you can't remember what happened in the 1st chapter just re-read it. I know how it feels...)

Disclaimer: Why do I have to do this? Everyone knows I can't own anything for life.

Title: Tough Love

Chapter 2: Anger Management

What the hell are those noises? Instead of the numerous pattering of those heavy drops from that day he only hears a miniscule staccato of one at a time… and an electrical beeping every 3 drops? Annoyed at the unusual but familiar sounds he moves his hand and aches in response to the movement. 'I'm not dead,' is his deduction after a few minutes. Putting his conclusion to the test he tries to open his eyes that seem like heavy curtains that have to be pushed to the side with much effort. At first he only sees a blurry vision of light and becomes unsatisfied with the image given. So what does he do? Closes his eyes and opens them again for a better focus instead of waiting for them to adjust, that's what he does.

He finds himself staring at a mirror adorned ceiling that's littered with small orbs of light showing himself look up. Puzzled he shifts his eyes to confirm that he is indeed in a hospital room while looking up the whole time. Apparently he's in a standard bed with white sheets covering him and his left arm is hooked up to an IV that's giving him food until he can eat by the mouth again. His forefinger is covered in metal recording his pulse while being attached by sticky gauze. The floor doesn't have tiles either and also contains a huge mirror like stone. He ignored the many dark haired men the room reflected. 'Pretty odd for a hospital room,' was his opinion. Looking around more there's another person in the room that seemed to be dozing off on a three legged stool with no back. It takes him awhile to register that the person has familiar pink hair and is a woman dressed in a lab coat.

Her hand was occupied with a clipboard accompanied by many sheets of paper that would probably have her notes of how his condition was. 'Sakura?' he thought while trying to sit up. If "ache" was the word described before for his body's reaction that was an understatement. He was groggy and had a hard time gathering his bearings while doing such a menial task and breathed heavy while doing so. His chest and arms were sore and screamed with pain that he had learned to ignore in a shinobi's lifetime. As soon as he sat upright and stole a glance at where she was slumped at again he paused as she was staring right back at him with Peridot eyes… or was that a glare?

They were like that for a long time just staring or glaring at each other until she decided to make the first move, which happened to be the action of her standing up, and walking over to the IV removing it rather harshly. Used to pain he ignored the nerves that blazed like fire and didn't give off a wince that she probably expected. He was shocked she didn't try to engage in any conversation but felt it was best it be that way. She seemed to be his doctor and from the looks of her appearance, as he stared at her with black diamonds, she spent a long time looking after him. Her hair was slightly stringy, her eyes were dressed in light dark circles in which between them were stress lines forming. The lines reminded him of his brother's and he finally snapped out of his staring at her and looked down at his hands. They were limp with shock but still there and realized that they had done something important. 'I… I finally killed him. My brother… he's gone at my hands,' he looked back up to the one he knew as childhood teammate.

The years had seemed to do her wonders as she had curves he wasn't aware of until he examined her more as did she. Her hair wasn't in the style she had it in when seeing her at age 15, as it was tied up into a messy bun, but was still short. Her eyes were more mature and defined and she seemed to have a fetish for light make-up that he had never seen her wear before. When she turned to write on a chart that was hanging off the wall he got a full view of her backside and lifted a brow. It was clear that she wasn't a little girl anymore and was what? 19 years old now? She was ignoring him as he checked her out.

He also got the feeling that she loathed him but couldn't blame her and honestly didn't care why. He never cared anymore. He could finally rest at the fact that one of his most important goals in life was finally accomplished. Yet he felt as if it wasn't enough. Ignoring the sensation he croaked out the first words from his dry mouth and uttered in the strange room, "How long have I been asleep?" she stopped her actions and looked down at his face devoid of any emotion except exhaustion. Her face hardened as she spoke in a business like tone, "A week," and continued to give him a check up of his vitals.

After she finished her task she walked towards the door and stopped her hand in mid air before touching the door knob. Her head turned slightly as she muttered, "Congratulations," then opened the door and walked out slowly closing the door behind her in the same speed. In that action he saw several Anbu standing outside his door. Their masks seemed to mock him at her attitude towards his reappearance in her life. Why should he care that she acted nonchalant towards him? She always was annoying… yet something of a small voice told him that she was more than that and should be avoided. He listened to it and decided to try his escape attempt now. Concentrating his he instantly found he couldn't. Irritated and groggy from the drugs he was probably given he placed his hand on a nearby wall for support to stand up.

As soon as he touched it he felt woozy but snatched his hand away from it as he almost fainted and looked at the black dots that had gathered around his line of sight until they disappeared. It felt as if the room was designed to take away any chakra he tried to conjure up for anything related to tasks that needed a lot of effort. He sighed and plopped back down on the soft pillow that supported his head with the realization that he felt groggy not only from the drugs that circulated his blood stream from the nutrition given in a little plastic tube. The whole room drained his chakra and was merciless as it only let him have enough to live on. He literally felt it float away to every direction of the area. His dark brow furrowed in thought as to what to do next while settling on the palms of his hands that he put behind his head in deep thought glaring at his reflection while doing so.

O.o—O.o O.o—O.o O.o—O.o

"The jerk," she mumbles while passing a nearby nurse with a puzzled expression. Turning the corner she relays the last fifteen minutes spent in that room. And in agreement with her assumption of him he was. The first thing he says to the person that saves his sorry ass is, "How long have I been asleep?" No recognition of a name or a thank you like he left her with nine years ago. All he did was stare at her and ask one of the most unimportant questions in his S-class criminal life... then stared some more! One word describes him best. Jerk. Or maybe two more words? Dirty Creep. She saw him staring at her out of the corner of her eyes. She didn't have the Sharingan but she had some good eyes. Just what the hell was he looking at?

Despite her judgment of him she couldn't help but feel concerned for him. He seemed lost. His eyes gave off hints of horrible untold testimonies just waiting to be administered to the Hokage and council. Naruto was right though… he did have a weird look in them. 'Wonder if he has the Mangekyou Sharingan now?' she mused while going up the 10 flights of stairs to her floor. He probably did. After all he did beat one that actually had it. Thankfully the room he was put in at the last basement floor of the hospital drained away the chakra needed to activate his eyes. She also couldn't help wondering what he had been through in order to gain the power he had now, the power that she and Naruto were considered to be equals to. 'Hope that's the case. I didn't work my butt off to be considered otherwise.' Finally reaching her floor she stopped to catch her breath with a light sheen of perspiration coated over her forehead. "Maybe I should install a private elevator. This is ridiculous," she admitted out loud in between heavy gasps.

"Ooh! If you do could me and Kakashi-sensei ride in it too?" a voice sounded by her. Peridot eyes twitched at the request as she sighed out, "Where the hell were you two for the whole week?" A chuckle escaped the mouth of someone who wasn't Naruto making her turn around to face her teammates. "Ano sa… ano sa… well I was around waiting for you to cool off. You seemed to be really angry when we got back home with Sasuke-teme. I don't know about Kakashi-sensei though," the blonde shinobi answered. The said nin was busy reading and it took her awhile to notice that he laughed at the abomination in his hands rather than her little rant. She stormed off and almost slammed the door leading to her office behind her but thought better of it and called out to them, "Speaking of which he's awake. Go monitor him if you have nothing else better to do than bother me."

The blonde gawked in her wake and turned towards the one next to him only to find him gone. Eyes turning into slits of confusion he looked left, right, up, and down for the man but never found him. Shrugging he raced to the elevator and pounded on the button with his thumb until the door opened with a ding sound and yelled, "Yosh!" Sakura rolled her eyes at her childhood friend's antics as she reviewed the notes she took on Sasuke. The young man healed quickly and produced lots of chakra in just a matter of 1 hour that could power the room he was held in for years to come. It was something she came up with to make it easier on the Hyuuga clan that was periodically asked to seal the chakra points of the patients that were unstable or aggressive. It was made of the same element that happened to be Naruto's necklace and Akatsuki member's rings. The same, yet different, as the composition drained away chakra instead of suppressing it.

The chakra couldn't stay in the room though, it had to be filtered and transferred into capsules used for the hospital patients to take during transition procedures, operations, or plain energy for the building to run on. The traitor didn't even know he was helping those he had abandoned. Yawning she rubbed her eyes in a clockwise motion and realized she had to report to the Hokage that he was awake. His trial would begin immediately but she felt too tired to neither attend nor start it. 'I'll let the idiots catch up with each other,' she thought while drifting off to a peaceful darkness laying her seemingly heavy head on the desk covering herself from the outside world as her arms circled around her.

O.o—O.o O.o—O.o O.o—O.o

And catch up they did as Naruto burst into the door yelling, "TEME!" Sasuke repressed the urge to smirk as his eye twitched. Some things never changed after all. He sat up and turned to the one person he could actually call a best friend. Yet he knew he had no right to claim it as such being the traitor he was. Bright azure eyes that belonged to a young man but still seemed to have a childlike innocence to them locked with black diamonds that had no indication of life to them at all. Time stopped for them as they glared at each other and drank in each other's presence. Unlike Sakura they had seen each other often almost every year as Naruto chased him to bring him back. "You tried to escape didn't you, you bastard?"

Sasuke's glare went away as he lifted a brow as in questioning Naruto's knowledge. "Don't try to bother. Sakura-chan is in charge of your being here," the blonde continued.

"And I care why?" Sasuke countered turning his head directly in front of him so he wouldn't have to see his friend's eyes.

"Well she's head doctor of the hospital and happened to have designed this room. Nothing she makes is ineffective."

Sasuke snorts, "Right, dobe."

"Don't call me dobe, teme!" Naruto roared nearing Sasuke's bed.

"Then don't call me teme, dobe!" He whipped his head to Naruto forgetting the fact that they were indeed 20 and not 12.

Moments passed as they continued to glare at each other, then Naruto's face changed into an expressionless one staring at the dark haired shinobi much to Sasuke's surprise though he never relayed it on his face. Naruto turned to the right trying to hold something in his mouth as he trembled reaching for the three legged stool Sakura had occupied earlier. Sasuke raised another brow as he looked at Naruto's glee filled eyes. The look he gave the fellow shinobi forced Naruto to bust out with laughter. Sasuke couldn't help but chuckle a little as well for a full minute.

After their moment it fell quiet again as they sat there recalling everything they had been through till this point. Sasuke didn't feel the need to talk but knew Naruto would in 3…2…1, "So how you feelin'?" Sasuke was quiet for awhile still thinking about this morning… or afternoon... or night. So sue him! He couldn't tell because there were no windows or clocks. "I've had worse," he lied and Naruto nodded knowingly. "Soooo… what do you think of Sakura-chan?" Sasuke stole a glance at the expectant Naruto and shrugged asking after, "When did she get like that?" Naruto held a hand to his chin a thinking pose making Sasuke inwardly shake his head. 'He really didn't change… after everything,' then the blonde smacked a fist on top of his other hand's palm and declared, "Since she turned 16. That was around the time she gave up on you." Sasuke glanced at Naruto's arm and almost gaped had it not been for his self composure.

"Hn… can't believe your Anbu," azure eyes blinked at the comment that seemed to be an insult but shrugged it off and retorted in satisfied pride, "Not only Anbu, but captain, guess who's candidate for next Hokage (gesturing to himself with both his thumbs) aaaand…Sakura's co-captain," this was when Sasuke's composure shattered and his mouth dropped in awe. The one whom he had known as the village idiot was going to live out his dream as the most respected and unprecedented person in the whole entire village. Sakura was co-captain of the Anbu. That means she leads over more than at least 500 very skilled shinobi along with Naruto. If the subordinates were supposed to be good then how was she as their 2nd in command? Co-captains were always of equal strength to the one actually leading. Wait scratch that. Didn't the dobe say she was the head doctor? What the hell was going on? That weak girl that needed protection is… "Finally there's a reaction from your ugly face, teme," Sasuke focused on Naruto whom he had tuned out and looked at his sly grin.

"Aa," was his response as the composure he had learned to keep settled back in. He could practically feel Naruto's jaw drop at the unexpected reaction. In his rival's further disappointment he heard the blonde mumble to himself about brain dead bastards like him. It fell quiet again for 10 minutes and Sasuke could feel Naruto's urge to talk. He always did hate the silence unlike Sasuke who loved it. The midnight eyes that were his shifted towards the doorway sensing another presence along with Naruto who swerved his head in a violent response. Naruto's shoulders slumped a little in a relaxed fashion and let a small smile slip through, "Well are you gonna come on in or pretend to stand guard?" A chuckle came from behind the door and in an instant a cloud of smoke dispersed in front of them finally revealing a gray haired man from the past.

"Yo," he greeted them so casually holding up a hand not even looking up from the book in his hands, that Sasuke almost thought he never left Konoha. The elder man finally did look up and locked eyes with his once absent student that seemed to be lost in nostalgia then finally nodded in acknowledgement of his presence and turned his head in front of him in deep thought. "So is there anything you want to tell me too? The dobe's already tried to have his fill of updates as of late…" and narrowed his eyes in recall of what the blonde had relayed to him. "Hm… the elders and the Hokage should be here anytime soon but… I guess Sakura decided to take a nap or something. She's barely had any sleep since she took you into her hospital," Kakashi gazed at Sasuke waiting for any type of reaction from the young man so he could continue. Taking silence as a sign to go, he admitted, "Someone in this room is getting married next year…" making Sasuke snap his head up and turn his head towards him in utter shock.

He let the silence go on until realizing that Sasuke wanted an answer as to who since obviously it couldn't be himself. Smiling behind his mask and letting his eye go into a familiar amused expression he announced, "It's the one who gave you your first kiss," and was surprised to see Sasuke's face go pale. "Hey don't look so depressed and constipated you jack-ass! You're supposed to be happy for me! HAPPY!!!" the blonde closest to the incapacitated nin yelled at him, then Sasuke finally emitted, "On what planet?" Before Naruto lunged at him in rage Kakashi squeaked in a little factor of importance, "It's Hinata, her father gave our boy a hard time at first but then came around when learning that someone is going to be Hokage a-," He stopped as soon as Naruto stood up abruptly. He violently turned around and pointed towards him in expectation and declared, "I was going to say that Kakashi-sensei!"

Kakashi's ever expressive eye defined itself even more as he said, "Yeah right."

Naruto inhaled a ton of breath to shout something else to come back at him with but deflated as he found out Kakashi said the truth. Mumbling about busy-bodies he shoved his fisted hands in his pockets and told them when not turning his head that he would go tell the Hokage someone in the room had woken up. As soon as the door closed a comfortable silence passed through only filled with the sound of paper turning from the book Kakashi held. Kakashi began the conversation again like it was just about the weather when in fact it was something much more important. "He wanted you to be the best man but didn't know what to do if he couldn't find you. You know how stubborn he is," sneaking a glance from his perverted reading he saw Sasuke's hands fisted in the sheets and his head down. "Why would he make someone like me, an S-class criminal he barely knows his best man? That's stupid… I don't even know if I'm going to be executed or not in a few more days. Not that I care…" the poor young man seemed distraught and confused much to Kakashi's pity. Sasuke seemed to be talking to himself rather than the other person in the room.

"Y'know there was plenty of times he could've captured you but didn't because he realized you still had something to do and respected it by letting you go every time he had you. You must have realized it by now… I know you did," Kakashi saw the one across from him tighten his hold on the sheets even more. Realizing it was still a delicate subject he moved on, "Besides who says you're going to be executed? It pays to know the right people and you my boy are one lucky S-class criminal to know them," Sasuke's head shot up to look at his teacher but found no one there anymore. It annoyed him how his ex-sensei, never changed too, always arriving late and leaving early. "Whatever…" he said lying back down on the bed and continued what he was doing 30 minutes ago. Sleeping.

O.o—O.o O.o—O.o O.o—O.o

Almond honey glaze eyes looked down at the pink haired person in front on the desk. There was drool escaping the mouth and cascaded across the plane soaking her cheeks and some papers that probably needed approvals. She shook her head and mused the question as to how people called Sakura her "mini-me." The Hokage took cautioned steps around the doctor's desk toward the sleeping figure making sure she didn't wake her up. This was the ex-apprentice that had surpassed her after all. Thankful that an ear popped out of the pink bush that was Sakura's hair she gathered a huge breath in her lungs ready to let it out in a booming yell. But she couldn't do that as Sakura lifted her head slowly and rubbed her eyes mumbling, "Hello, Tsunade-sama," the older woman deflated as her chest heaved down letting out all the air she had. Did she really wake Sakura up like that so much that she was used to it? That wouldn't do. She'd have to find another way and fast.

Pouting she got right to the point explaining what had happened in the past few hours walking over to one of Sakura's windows. She had just come out of Uchiha Sasuke's trial and boy was she stressed… also irritated that the accused was as unruffled as his hair. The whole time his face held no emotion and whenever asked any questions he barely answered. He should be grateful, or at least try to look like it, instead of scoffing and turning his head to the side when hearing he'd be on 3 year probation doing lots of community service. Apparently the council obviously found him guilty of siding with one of Konoha's most menacing threats in accordance with his punishment. When he heard that, he shrugged and continued to look bored making the council members begin to regret their decision. The woman had to give it to him though, he had guts… rather Orochimaru just got rid of them and replaced them with an overbearing nerve. That's what he had… nerve. His life was spared as it was known to them that he had killed off not one, but two, S-Class criminals who were a threat to the Village-Hidden-in-the-Leaves. When he heard that she could tell he wanted to say or do something else smart but held it in.

The council was well aware of the fact that he committed those acts for his own satisfaction and not for the sake of the village. Yet, he had friends he still didn't know he had that begged, pleaded, and threatened for a leniency on his punishment. At first it didn't work but in time the council got tired of their "incessant whining," as they put it, and finally agreed to let him live but the punishment was to be severe. Smirking she turned to her ex-pupil and frowned. The younger kunoichi held no emotion as she drank in the information. Tsunade was sure she'd have a much more interested facial expression. Oh well… time to burst Sakura's bubble of, "this-has-nothing-to-do-with-me-so-why-are-you-telling-me-all-of-this," attitude.

In fact a minute later Sakura asked, "That's it? What does this have to do with me?" Tsunade turned her attention to a picture frame that was face down on Sakura's desk. Her eyes spotted broken glass under it but said nothing about it. Touching more on the subject she asked her student, "So what do you think… about that Sasuke-boy?" She shifted her eye towards her student while walking over to the area where the picture laid. The pink haired girl shrugged intent on keeping eye contact with her Hokage but failing. Sakura was anything but stupid and knew the Slug Sannin was up to something. She narrowed her eyes and tried not to lace her words with malice and disappointment, "Good. For. Him," then her suspicions increased when Tsunade snuck a nonchalant glance at Sakura and continued, "No, I mean when he woke up… what was your personal assessment of him?"

Sakura's deadpanned answer brought a smile to the elder's face when she said, "He's an asshole," and then turned into a fit of chuckles earning a raised brow from the other. "Well… that asshole is going to be monitored by members of his old cell until further notice." Sakura's jaw dropped giving two points to Tsuande, "Which includes you as well. He is not to be out of sight of the 3 other members that were "Team 7" and is now known as Team Kakashi. Is that clear?" The pink haired girl seemed lost in another world turning her head to where Tsunade previously stood looking out the window. Tsunade took the picture frame up from the desk and turned it around so she could see the image. "By the way he's to take refuge in your quarters due to the Uchiha complex needing restoration and his old apartment being sold." Sakura's Peridot eyes snapped to honey ones in utter shock and horror, and then turned into infuriation when Tsunade pulled the picture out of the frame letting a few more shards of the glass drop to the floor.

A, "Tsk," came from the Hokage's mouth upon hearing the material collide with the floor and break into more pieces. She was waiting for a reaction besides a glare. There were too many glares headed in her general direction lately and she was frankly tired of them. Maybe her ex-pupil could release the boredom but what she got was a rather similar action that she herself harbored when hearing bad news. Sakura smashed her desk in half and stood up shaking in rage. Tsunade fought the temptation to yawn. Her apprentice let her down. "There is no way in hell that I'm taking care of that dickhead!" she yelled at the elder woman. Tsunade closed her eyes, frustrated and tired, and reached for the bridge of her nose to be pinched. "Watch your mouth Sakura… besides this is an order not a request, get over that mind set." The blonde stared hard and long at Sakura not giving a damn about her apprentice's issues with a certain Uchiha. She extended her arm towards the seething young woman and gave a stern look while holding the picture for it to be taken away. The younger kunoichi sucked her teeth and snatched the picture away from the Godaime's hands that raised a brow. Sakura was acting pretty childish for someone almost fulfilling her journey on to becoming a woman. A more mature one that hopefully doesn't present her current demeanor in the future.

The Slug Sannin turned towards the door behind her and let herself out leaving the head doctor to her thoughts. "Tch…" Sakura stared and stared at the picture in her hands. Her brow furrowed at in utter disgust as she began to tear it into shreds.

You make me sick.

RIP.

Sakura? Get off, you're heavy.

RIP.

Hn.

RIP.

Aa.

RIP.

You really are annoying.

RIP.

Ah… Sakura is it?

RIP.

I broke those bonds a long time ago.

RIP.

Weak.

RIP.

Get lost Sakura.

RIP.

Stay out of my way...

RIP.

If you don't...

RIP.

...I'll kill you.

RIP.

How long have I been asleep?

RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP. RIP.

The picture fell into a heap of little pieces of paper onto the floor. Sakura found the sight unsatisfying and just had to… just had to… "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Scream. That was the word, scream. She fell onto the floor mumbling to her self when hearing a soft reluctant tap on the door. She cursed under her breath and stood up smoothing out her lab coat and yelled out, "Just a minute!" She looked into the decorated mirror in her office and sighed in angst while looking at herself wrap her hair into a messy bun. It was to her delight only when some of her guests that came in noticed it and remarked how intricate the design was—as the borders held a laughing dragon with cherry blossom petals floating around it—don't ask how she got it. The "keepsake" was only there for situations like these, so when she sounded crazy from beyond her mahogany door, at least she didn't look crazy after opening that very door.

Some wet stuff was on her cheek and she guessed it was the remaining drool from her nap. Rolling her eyes she wiped it off and looked at the image that showed behind her. Her nice new imported desk that was set to match all the other furniture in the room including her door was smashed in half. Papers were all over her floor surrounding the wooden mess; complimented with lots of white-out, stamps, and pens, her rainbow slinky… wow she forgot she even had that, and lots of other crap she had missed in her time as newest head doctor of Konoha Hospital. She blinked and let out a silent scream as she would be the one to clean up and no one else. Taking one last look in the mirror for any flaws of appearance she cracked open her door and peered out of it to be face to face with Ino.

"Is… everything alright? I heard you screaming and thought you were fighting oni or something," the blonde asked raising a brow to Sakura's overly bright demeanor. "Um, nothing, just so much to do in so little time, y'know? Eh, heh," Sakura lied to her one time rival and female best friend. Ino showed her skepticism on her face but said nothing standing on her tiptoes to see what was behind her boss. Sakura moved in the same position, then Ino shifted from left to right, but Sakura did the same blocking her view of the war zone behind her. Ino shrugged and settled down her curiosity handing her a huge folder that was bulging with even more work. "Well… sorry to say you maybe doing overtime. These need approval today," Ino announced stressing the much hated deadline. Sakura's mouth dropped open much to the glee of the other kunoichi who returned Sakura's, as Naruto called it, "Sub-Zero Smile" and turned around to walk down the hall towards the elevator.

Sakura blinked and looked at the folder that lay in her hands, mocking her. She glared at it waiting for it to beckon her further into punishing her new target of letting out steam but it didn't. She backed right back up into her door taking the cursed thing back with her and cursed Ino behind her back, because the folder was pink.

Preview: He turned his head just for the sake of not hearing Naruto's loud irritating voice that well over gave him the headache he now had. For a few seconds he couldn't breathe, think, or speak—not that he did a lot of that anyway but…—and it took him a few more seconds to tell his body and mind to reboot because of what his ever so sharp eyes showed him. What did his eyes see that literally took away a couple of very important bodily functions? Sakura: that's what. It wasn't the fact that she was reason for his apparent shock it was her appearance. Her body was wet and her face was a little flushed from heat. Tendrils of pink hair fell down and defined her face more that didn't seem too tired the last time he saw her. In fact she looked beautiful. Whoa… back up a minute. Uchiha Sasuke was never stupid. He knew as a child, that Sakura was a very cute girl and would grow up past that cuteness, but it was still a shock to him that his mind thought she was beautiful. This was the girl he never gave the time of day… It didn't take a genius to know that she had just gotten out of the shower because a towel was wrapped around her person very loosely and hung off her chest and hips a little, too suggestively. It stopped short a little too high above her creamy thighs. He swallowed a lump down his throat and looked away as she looked Naruto up and down asking, "What the hell do you two want?"

(A/N: Long preview, ne? And a longer chapter, I'm so happy I was able to update. Things have been so hectic lately and all I ever seem to do these days is work. It really bites. Please review. I know it's been a long time that I've updated and believe me… I've been depressed as of late to know that everyone else in is having more fun than I am writing.)