Sasuke walked out of the hospital after his appointment, feeling sore yet intrigued. The pink haired doctor had looked smoking hot in her doctor's outfit and he had to stop himself from staring at her. He didn't try too hard though, as he still found himself staring at her assets when she was bent over in front of him, checking his wound.

Why am I even thinking about her? Sasuke asked himself with a shake of his head. He threw on his jacket, making sure not to make too many fast movements that would aggravate his wound even more, and pulled on his helmet. After putting on a pair of shades, Sasuke hopped onto his bike, straddling it as he turned the key. He pulled his phone out of his jacket and checked the messages, noting one from Naruto and another from his mother.

You can wait. He thought, ignoring the text from his best friend. Instead, he opened up the one from his mother, his heart squeezing in his chest as it often did when he thought of her.

Sasuke, I know you're busy with work and other things but please don't forget to come home and see your mother. I worry about you.

A stab of regret sliced through him at her words, knowing how much she needed him right now. He hadn't gone home last night after the fight, instead deciding to crash at Naruto'c place. He knew his mother would freak out if she knew what had happened to her son and he hadn't wanted to worry her.

After tapping back a quick reply saying he was on his way over, Sasuke tucked his phone away and slid his visor down over his eyes, revving the engine before taking off and speeding down the street.


Sasuke stepped through the door of his house and let out a sigh of relief when he saw his mother sitting at the kitchen table. He placed his keys and helmet by the door and walked into the kitchen, dropping a kiss to the top of her head on his way to the fridge.

"Did you have a nice time out last night Sasuke?" Mikoto Uchiha asked, smile lines crinkling around her eyes as she watched him.

"Hn," Sasuke couldn't say anything more about it in fear that she would know he was keeping something from her. Instead, he decided to change the subject altogether. "How are you feeling today?" He asked with his head in the fridge. He pulled out a ripe tomato and turned to face the older Uchiha, leaning back casually on the fridge as he took a bite out of the red fruit.

Mikoto was frowning at her son. "I told you to stop asking me that. I feel fine. You're too young to be worrying about me."

"You're too old to be worrying about me, but you still do." Sasuke countered, an eyebrow raised in challenge. "I'm your son, I'm allowed to worry." He looked at her seriously. "You'll tell me when symptoms start to appear, won't you?"

"You'll be the first to know. I promise." Mikoto stood up and walked over to her son, planting a kiss to his forehead lovingly. "I'm going to have a nap for a while. Tell me if you're leaving, okay?"

"Okay." Sasuke watched his mother walk out of the kitchen, a frown marring his features. He knew the symptoms—had been told what they were by the doctor three weeks ago when the doctor told them of her condition and that there was nothing they could do until she started showing symptoms. Tiredness was one of them.

Just when Sasuke started to worry about why his mother suddenly seemed to be tired all the time, his phone rang.

"What?" He snapped at the person on the other end, not bothering with a greeting.

"Hello to you too Sasuke." Naruto—Sasuke's best friend and former room mate—replied. "Did you get my message before?"

"No, I haven't looked at it yet."

Naruto exhaled loudly over the phone. "Typical. One of our old frat buddies is having a party tonight. Do you want to go?"

"I'm not really in the mood to go out tonight." Sasuke replied. Not after the revelation that his mother's symptoms might finally be starting. "Next time."

"There won't be a next time. Kankuro graduates in a couple of months and this is the last party he's having. C'mon, it'll be fun. I can find you a girl too, if you want." His voice turned mischievous, something Sasuke knew to avoid.

It might take my mind off things for a while. He told himself. Out loud he said, "Fine, I'll go. But no girls. I'm sick of you trying to set me up. I'm not interested."

"Okay, no girls. It'll be a guys night out. Do you want me to pick you up?"

Sasuke knew if he said yes, he would be the one driving Naruto home afterwards. The blond tended to drink too much. "No, I'll take my bike."

Sasuke clicked off after saying goodbye and stayed where he was, taking one last bite of his tomato. I wouldn't mind seeing one particular girl tonight. He mused, thinking back to how her hypnotic emerald eyes seemed to hold him captive.

He sighed and pushed off from the fridge, deciding to have a nap himself before getting ready for the party. Maybe he would take Naruto up on his offer to pick him up—he felt in need of a drink or two.