Sakura looked at him with disbelief in her eyes. Sasuke just stared up at her waiting for a response. "You did what?" She stopped healing him and sat in front of Sasuke. He frowned at the loss of warmth.
"I don't need to repeat myself to you." Sakura has two good ears and she acts like she can't hear a simple statement. "I'm leaving." He went to stand up only to be smacked with pain.
Sakura noticed this and pushed him gently back onto her sofa. "You are pretty beat up Sasuke… You're not going anywhere." He shook his head and pushed her off of him.
"You are not my mother. I refuse to stay here." The idea was absurd. He staying in his old teammates home while he was still a missing nin was out of the question. If anyone found out he was here, he was sure to receive a kunai through his heart.
She bit her lip in deep thought. He knew what that look was. "I won't say anything… It will be a secret." Her mind screamed negative things at her but her body reacted the opposite. Having a criminal staying in her home didn't make her the best comfortable, but she didn't want him to get caught in Konoha… or by anyone.
Sakura looked up to bear his retort only to find the most touching sight. He fell asleep with his head against the armrest. His chest rose evenly and his hair draped over his eyes. She couldn't help but smile.
She sipped on her hot chocolate but grimaced when it was cold. "So much for that…, at least I have my sappy movie." Credits played on the television, as if to mock her. She sighed in defeat.
Rising from the floor, she grabbed another blanket from the closet for Sasuke and one for herself. "Ugh, if this night couldn't be any worse. There is only one blanket left…" She frowned at the thought of not having a blanket tonight or leaving Sasuke to fend for himself against the dropping temperatures.
Typically, she wouldn't give a damn if he froze to death but the Holiday Spirit was still in her. This time she gave into her heart and ignored her mind. The blanket was nice and fluffy, with the image of Eeyore patched onto it. "Perfect, a rain cloud might as well follow you around too." She put the blanket over him and rekindled her fire. Sitting Indian-style in front of the fireplace should keep her warm enough.
Sleep seemed like a faraway item that wasn't obtainable to any degree. Instead, she cracked open a medicine book on chakra flu and continued her studies. Tomorrow is definitely going to be the worst. Ever.
BANG! It has only been a few hours, if that, since things quieted down in the house. Sakura's eyes shot open. The only source of light was the small flame that remained of her fire. Her book was under her cheek, most likely leaving imprints on it.
"Fuck…" She heard someone mumble. Her body went rigid. There was nobody at her house but herself, so why was there another voice? Convincing herself she was going crazy didn't last long. "It can't be Ino or Naruto… they would've thrown a blanket on me or something. Maybe would've woken me up with heir obnoxiousness."
The only option left to do was check out the scene. She rolled over and began to crawl towards the sound. Every step got more and more horrifying. She began to concentrate her chakra into her fists so it will only take one good blow to knock out the intruder.
As her confidence rose, so did her cockiness. A smile broke out on her face as she chuckled at what their face may look like when she's done.
Shuffling across the floor was heard and she held her breath. There was nothing scarier than this moment. "It's now or never. Or you will be stabbed to death! Hurry!" Without a doubt in her mind, she pounced the intruder on the floor. "Gotcha bitch!" She went to punch him until she heard the sound of birds in her home. "Oh Shit…"
Before Sasuke could hit she easily held down his arm. He didn't wiggle or anything, nor did it look like he was aiming to hit. Chidori continued to ring throughout her house for at least 10 minutes before fading away. The typical Sasuke would have tossed her off by now but that wasn't the case. "Sasuke! I forgot you were here!" There was no reply but a death glare. She couldn't see his face due to the darkness, but heard him breathing unevenly. Her doctor mode kicked in and placed her hand against his forehead. The sudden touch against his forehead made him flinch.
Sasuke was running a high fever. She thought it was weird that he wasn't using force against her. "S-Sasuke?" She whispered lightly to him. He didn't budge as she expected. A clock on her TV said it was 3am.
With a heavy sigh, she tugged his shirt over his head. Sweat drenched his top and the big gash she healed on his arm had opened back up. The scent of blood flew up into her nostrils. She immediately held her breath.
Sasuke opened his eyes as he became lucid. "Get off me…" He felt like all his energy was being drained from him. Even lying on the floor, he felt weak.
"Only if stay put." This put her in an awkward position as she was straddling Sasuke. When he tried to push her off, she immediately dead-weighted him.
Sasuke winced slightly at the added weight. That had to be the umpteenth time this girl has overpowered him. She ordered him around like a child and treated him like a baby.
That was the last straw as he activated his sharingan. Sakura squeezed her eyes shut and held his other wrist down. "Damnit! Get the fuck off me!" She shook her head in response which only made him angrier. Without a doubt, he could match her strength at full health but right now it wasn't its best. "Sasuke, stop fighting me. You have a fever!"
"That doesn't mean I want your help." Sasuke glared up at her, huffing and puffing.
"Well, that sucks for you because I don't give a damn." Her blood was boiling in anger. The nerve of him! He ruins everything in his wake. Shaking her current thoughts, she kept her mood up high. Holiday spirit is key; otherwise she would turn Sasuke in.
Cautiously, she released on of his wrists and felt for his face. When found she placed her hand against his forehead. He was about to retort... but then he felt the same warmth from before. Refusing to succumb to the feeling, he forced himself to keep his eyes open to glare at her.
It was an intense enough glare because she felt his piercing eyes on her. She removed her hand from his forehead but didn't get off. His fever was still there… but her body wouldn't listen to her.
Just sitting there allowed her to take in the man under her. He had abs of perfection and his messy hair was drenched in sweat. It clung loosely to the sides of his face. She was thankful for the Darkness, as it hid her blush. Sasuke still had his sharingan active, but was looking away.
Sakura's senses came back in a slap. "O-Oh I'm S-Sorry!" She hopped off of him a little too fast, but she didn't care if she got a little light headed.
Sasuke kept his apathetic face on as he slowly sat up. The air around them got tense and awkward. Sakura hurried for something to do so she grabbed a candle and lit it with a match.
No longer was it dark, but she regretted looking his way. Perfectly shaped abs were only partially visible due to the gauze. His muscles were intimidating and made him look more powerful and strong. She didn't doubt for a minute that if she was a threat, he'd kill her on the spot. The candle light glared lightly over his body. "Are you feeling okay?" She managed to say without stuttering. He didn't reply. He stood up and carefully lay back on the couch. The gauze around his wounds was in need of changing. It was obvious he was in some sort of pain, even if it was a little.
"Well until you start talking, I'm going back to sleep." She sighed and walked back over to the fireplace. Since Sasuke is ignoring her when she's trying to help, then she will ignore him. "If he needs my help, then it's his fucking loss."
What Sasuke wouldn't give to be out of this house. He was sure he could leave but there was something that kept him there and it irked him majorly. He cut his ties with this village long ago, so why did he come back here? The darkness was glaring back at him as he tried to pierce it with his own.
The pain in his chest was unbearable, but he wouldn't let it known. Dry blood caked some of his chest while fresh blood drenched the bandages.
He winces as he tries to sit up and tries to grab for the gauze on the coffee table before Sakura beat him to it.
"You're going to die from bleeding to death. Oh and why would it be you're bleeding to death? Your fucking ego is why." She just wanted to go back to sleep. But if Sasuke died on her couch like this, her conscious would never be free of guilt.
She placed her hands over his chest to ease the tensed up muscles, then on the cut to heal it. Sasuke instantly looked more relaxed but she pretended not to notice "Today is going to be one hell of a day…."
[A/N]~ uggghhh I don't think this is such a good chapter. In the middle of it I had an epiphany on how to write it so it may get edited sometime through the story.
