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STRONG T…probably more M…

"Tenten!" Sakura smiled brightly at impeccably fashionable blonde sitting in the leather airplane seat waiting for her.

"Why are you here?"

Tenten looked over the top of her Dior sunglasses with a smirk.

"Is there anyone better to take to a photo shoot in France? Do you speak French?"

Sakura stuck out her tongue at the only slightly older woman. She glanced over her shoulder at Sasuke, her smile wavering. She wasn't sure how to introduce him.

He saved her the trouble.

"I'll talk to the pilot about our flight pattern."

Then just as quickly and silently as he came, he was gone. Tenten raised one perfectly shaped eyebrow.

"Who's tall, dark, and serious?"

The teen idol flopped onto the seat across the table from the stylista, pulling off her jacket as Tenten reached into a duffle bag for a pair of sweats.

"The new Naruto."

Sakura's voice was half pain, half despair.

"Hm, I liked the old one better."

"Me too."

"Miss? Is there anything I can get you?"

Sakura looked up to find Kiba standing awkwardly in the doorway, just like he did every flight. She gave him a patient smile.

"No Kiba, thank you though. The Stewardess will help me. You can just sit back and relax. This is a long flight."

"Ah, Stewardess...well, yes. Alright."

Kiba delicately placed himself in the back of the plane, Akamaru curling into a ball on the bench seat beside his master. Sakura smiled as Tenten placed a lavender Juicy Couture sweatsuit in her lap.

"Change. You can be comfortable for the next few hours."

Sakura stood, only to find that Sasuke had once again appeared, blocking her path.

"I'm going to change."

Look.

"Um…could I just-"

The pop dive squeezed around the hulking form of her bodyguard, slinking to the bathroom to get into a more relaxing outfit. She could practically feel Tenten looking witheringly at Sasuke over her designer shades.

"You're not the friendliest kindergartner on the playground huh?"

Sakura couldn't help the giggle that escaped her. Oh Tenten.

As soon as the door locked behind her though, the teenage cover girl was crying hysterically. The emotions she'd been keeping under control went wild as soon as she was alone. She sat down hard on the toilet, her entire body shaking.

Why? Why would someone hurt Naruto? Why would someone try to kill her?

Sasuke sat as close to the cockpit as possible, aware that danger was most likely to come from there then from cargo hold, since he had checked that before and after the luggage was loaded.

He loved his job. He really did.

Except protecting teenage idols wasn't his job. When Kakashi had called him in he'd expected he usual assignment. Mafia narc. He infiltrated the inner core of Club owners and Casino runners. Together he and Kakashi were taking out the King Pins of the underground.

But Naruto had always been a people person. When he met Hinata as a bartender on a case both Sasuke and Kakashi had known he was done for.

But Naruto needed to help people. And apparently he felt overly responsible for this teeny-bopper, seeing as how he'd often mentioned to Kakashi that should anything happen she deserved the best the Agency could offer.

And that was Sasuke.

So, here he was: on some plush jet playing babysitter to a talkative brat. Talkative! He shook his head. No wonder Naruto liked her.

A soft noise made him shift in his seat, losing his own thoughts to focus on his surroundings.

The lavatory.

Immediately Sasuke was on his feet, bracing himself against the wall opposite the small door, ready to kick it down.

Then the noise actually registered, and despite his cold exterior and stunted emotions, he felt like shit.

The little thing was crying.

Locked alone in a bathroom at 30,000 feet she was sobbing those beautiful green eyes out.

Of course she was. Someone just tried to kill her, and from what he'd researched while keeping tabs on Naruto, Sakura Haruno had no enemies except other pop stars. She donated money to charity, visited mum and dad when she could, helped struggling communities, and loved Jane Austen and BBC.

And yet her green eyes were so open. She looked at him with obvious nervousness and fear, staring out the limo window she'd been so unguarded he'd been able to tell every thought she had.

"Ms Haruno?"

The sobs choked off, whimpering then turning into sniffles. She cleared her throat.

"Yes?"

"Naruto was my only friend. I'm sorry."

There, that was about as comforting as he was, and even that was him really pushing it. He silently returned to his seat, and Sakura stayed silently in the bathroom for another 20 minutes.

I'm revising the next chapter, so it should be up soon too!

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Gone Crazy and Staying There,

Wolfy101

{P.S: To answer a reviewer question, yes I am female}