A/N: Well…hahaha… I still have writer's block but then I shouldn't keep you readers waiting you might be the only ones out there interested in reading this Fan fiction.

Itachi or Ino or anybody in Naruto doesn't belong to me…Masashi Kishimoto-sama does…

Her stomach grumbled… She sighed the bleeding of her neck had slowed already and yet her fever never left her she was too cold to recover from her fever, she wrapped herself on the black blanket but it wasn't enough.

Her head ache is killing her, and her neck has an excruciating pain and now her stomach is adding up, she probably deserves the pain. Her muscles are tight it was too cold.

She leaned on the wall and closed her eyes, she was alone…and nobody even cared.

She wondered whether Sakura returned in Konoha already…

In Konoha

Sakura sighed as she reached the Konoha gates, she had escaped death…she had escaped Deidara and managed to damaged Sasori badly. The gates never looked so good for her but now it was a relief seeing it; it was a sign of safety and life.

"Sakura-chan!" Naruto's voice echoed all throughout.

Sakura smiled she never noticed Naruto's voice could feel so nice to hear.

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"Sakura is back what about Ino?" Choji asked Shikamaru.

"She is really troublesome." Shikamaru replied.

"Shouldn't we report to the 5th?" Choji asked.

"She said not to. Come on let's find her." Shikamaru said.

Deidara entered the room carrying a tray Ino was sleeping her fever had worsen she over worked her self trying to fight Itachi…Deidara just stared at her and noticed that tears are forming in her eyes.

He ignored the feeling of wanting to remove the tears and left the room leaving the tray he was supposed to be angry at her and not pity her, or was the feeling something else?

Itachi was training along with Kisame in their back yard wasted kunais scattered and the dummies we're all trashed, he was already one of the best yet he was never satisfied. Crystal beads of sweat formed in Itachi's forehead he took his cloak and went inside the old building that was supposedly their hideout, the stone walls echoed his silent footsteps. Finally stopping he opened the door, he totally forgot about the girl he left behind, he never remembers useless things that we must remember.

Ino was still leaned against the wall she was still sleeping the tray was still there but the food was already cold, which means she never woke up since the food was brought there or she just decided not to eat and kill herself out of hunger.

Itachi then took her and laid her on his bed as he did before he noticed that her fever had worsen than before and at this rate without medication she's sure to die. She didn't stir at all and her body was so limp you could mistake her to be a puppet a very fragile puppet.

He took the tray and placed it on the table he then did some jutsu and set the fireplace. Itachi never cared for anybody but somehow something in this blonde girl makes him do things he was never accustomed to. If it was a different person he or she should be dead by now. Itachi was never merciful until now.

He then took a chair and carefully examined her he noticed the slit on her throat, it wasn't bleeding now but a slit like that really hurts (Yeah it does!) he then let his chakra pass her neck slowly healing the wound. Ino felt warmness on her neck which woke up half of her brain, she opened her eyes to see Itachi staring at her noticing her breathing changed.

"Didn't I tell you to kill me?" She breathed out; she had very little voice left due to her fever, hunger and thirst.

Itachi just continued to heal her wound, it felt warm and good, Ino's consciousness didn't stay long enough for her to hear.

"You interest me." Itachi whispered in her ears.