Sasuke woke up, dazed for a moment, he suddenly remembered where he was. It had been four days since he had brought Asora to the Konoha and she still hadn't woken up. At least the real crisis was over though. It had happened two days ago…
Sasuke was at the coffee machine in the lobby outside Asora's room when he heard Tsunade's worried voice drifting out of her room. He had left to let her change Asora's bandages, apparently he was now missing something. "We need to get her down to surgery immediately. One… two… three… lift." A gurney was wheeled quickly out of the room carrying Asora. As Tsunade came out of the room to follow, he caught her arm and told her to tell him what was happening. "Well we thought we had removed all of the pieces of the shattered needle from her wing, but a piece got left behind and the clot burst against it. It doesn't look particularly good." He remembered, they had done surgery earlier in the week to remove the needle from her bone and the surrounding muscle. They had to move delicately and it took awhile, especially since one of Asora's main arteries was damaged, but they got it all out, or so they thought. Sasuke waited for eight hours outside the operating room, bombarding every doctor that came out with questions and getting no answers, only detesting stares and fearful glances. Eventually, Tsunade had exited the room a reported the operation successful and that Asora would pull through, although she might sleep for a couple days. This was okay with Sasuke, she deserved it anyhow.
Sasuke got up, dressed, and left for the hospital, unaware of the surprise that awaited him there…
Asora was awake and cheerful when Sasuke entered the room. She thought she was ready to go home, but Tsunade insisted on her staying for a few more days. "Sasuke!" she chirped. He nodded in acknowledgement, she slapped him in the head.
"You need to learn to be a bit more social. By the way, I'm hungry. Will you go get me something to eat down at the Cafeteria? Try not cause any trouble okay."
He nodded and left the room.
Sakura had been waiting for her chance to speak to Asora in private for quite sometime. Waiting outside the room, she saw Sasuke walk out, she went in. "Oh," Asora said brightly when she saw her, "Sakura, what a pleasant surprise. I could use some stimulating conversation." Sakura stared at her blankly, "H… Ho… How did you know my name."
"Hmm… It's actually very difficult to explain."
"If you don't mind me asking, what are you?"
"Me…? I'm a Guardian."
"Guardian?"
"Geez! What do they teach in schools these days? Well we're sorta like bodyguards, bonded to our charge at birth and obligated to protect him/ her."
"And Sasuke's your… charge."
"Basically."
"There's more."
Asora smiled and shook her head, "You don't know the half of it."
Sasuke was sitting at a table waiting for the Cafeteria to open. It opened a 9:00, an he got there at 8:30. Great, she probably knew that this would happen, scheming little bitch. He cursed his thoughts, knowing that he was prone to jump to conclusions and was most likely wrong. Nothing to do now but think. He let his 15 year old mind wander freely as he waited…
"So wait… You and Sasuke are… married!" Sakura shouted in disbelief.
"No, no, no. You have it all wrong. He can marry or fall in love with whoever he wants to. I, however, cannot."
"So you're obligated to like him."
"It's more second nature, but in so many words, yes."
"And you have to do whatever he tells you to. Even… throw yourself off a cliff."
"My job is to protect him so that would be defeating the purpose, but pretty much, yes, I have to do whatever he says. I know," she added noticing Sakura massaging her abnormally large forehead, "Our race has a confusing culture if you weren't born into it. It would take hour to explain everything. Hours, which I might add, we do not have. You'd best leave."
Sakura was thoroughly confused, but she left without complaint. She just was beginning to walk down the hall, when Sasuke returned and went inside. That was close. She had to remember thank Asora later.
Sasuke round the corner to see Sakura exited Asora's room in a hurried manor and walk briskly down the hall. He was about to follow her to investigate, but Asora motioned him inside. "What was Sakura doing in here?"
"Just providing some pleasant conversation," she said freely.
"And what did you talk about?"
"Oh, you know, things…," she drifted off. There was a finality in her voice, and he knew it was the end of that conversation.
Sasuke hated being 15. Each time he let his mind wander, images would appear that he couldn't get rid of. Even if he was totally on topic, he would always see the same thing. It was starting to get to him. He twitched and shuddered as he let his mind wander for a moment. He had left Asora at the hospital with plenty of things to keep her busy. Anyway, she need to bathe and, well, that not something he particularly want to see,… part of him at any rate. He was walking up the stairs to his apartment, when he realized he still didn't have anything to eat. Turning on his heel and walking back down the stairs, he tried to think of a less crowded place to eat.
Sasuke was walking down the street. It was chilly and beginning to get dark. If Asora was here, she'd probably be nagging about him being so antisocial or something like that. Asora… now that put images in his head he really didn't need to see. He walked past a magazine store and thought twice about going inside. Cringing at the thought, he continued past. Passing a ramen stand he heard a small whoosh. He leaned back, narrowly avoiding a kunai. Instinctively he reached for his sword, grabbing air and remembering he had given it to Tsunade. "Sasuke!" a loud, angry, and familiar voice shouted.
Preview: Sasuke is back and Naruto isn't very happy with him. A small struggle leaves Sasuke battered. He couldn't attack! Naruto had the intent to kill him too! Furthermore, unknown to him, Sakura has taken up the habit of watching him from the window, but she gonna get a big smack in the face when Asora finally comes home. But before that, Sasuke has to deal with her growing popularity and his antisocial personality. Life is getting pretty rough.