A/N: Okay, I'm going to do my best to make this chapter very concise, so that I can finally give you guys the SaixSaku fluffiness you've been dying for! I'm REALLY trying to wrap up this story as quick as I can; I don't want too many chapters for this so I'm going to do my best to wrap this all up in this chapter—which means this one will most likely be super long…hopefully there are no complaints regarding that? LOL! I cannot imagine why there would be! ;) Ah, don't worry, I'll be packing plenty of fluff in this one…and maaaaybe even some lemony goodness…? If ya'll would like? Let me know!
Shinigami no Koneko-Haha, I love you; I hope you weren't too disappointed with the previous chapter though? Well—as you've waited patiently—here is your reward! Read on for the FLUFF!
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Chapter 4-Shards of Ice
The first thing Sakura noticed when she opened her eyes, was the strong smell of disinfectant and anesthesia. The white ceiling and walls came next, followed by a very blurry image of blonde, red and honey brown.
"…Shishiou?" Her voice sounded like sandpaper and she coughed from the effort of speaking just that one word.
The blonde took up a glass of water and lifted it to her lips. "Sakura, thank Kami." She breathed shakily, face awash in relief. It had been two whole days since Sai had burst through the hospital doors with her in his arms, dirty, bruised and unconscious. She'd feared her student may be slipping into a coma but as Sakura fell back against the pillows, viridian eyes smiling tiredly, Tsunade's shoulders sagged in relief; the girl had simply been exhausted.
After another glass of water, Tsunade touched her hand to Sakura's forehead, listened to her heartbeat and checked her pulse. "Vitals are steady, that's good. You were severely exhausted and somewhat malnourished when you were brought in." Leaning over, she pressed the call button, then settled back into her chair and observed her adoptive daughter.
She'd been scared to death.
"KIBA!"
Tsunade turned, smiling softly at the sight of the bandaged Inuzuka who entered, along with his sister, and nodded to them.
"Sakura, Gods!" He dashed for her bed side and scooped the pinkette into a suffocating hug.
"Damn, mut, easy! She's still recovering." Tsunade scolded but there was a small grin on her face as she observed the friends scanning each other frantically from top to bottom.
"You, I was s-so scared, I didn't know what had happened to you!" a few tears trickled down her cheeks but Sakura blinked them away, relief flooding her at the sight of Kiba's wide, fanged grin.
"Aw come on, you know me; I'm tougher than nails! 'sides, Akamaru made sure both me and Kundo-san got out of there alright."
She wiped the palm of a hand across her forehead, letting out a breath. "Akamaru—gods, how is he?"
Just a few semi-deep wounds from some senbon but the mutt's tough, ya know?" He winked and Sakura grinned tiredly.
"Alright, alright that's enough excitement for now; Inuzuka, get your ass back home and rest—now that you two have seen each other for yourselves, it's time for Sakura to recuperate."
Kiba nodded, taking one of Sakura's hands and giving it a squeeze, before he was led from the room by his sister, Hana. "Get better, Haruno—your team's worried sick about you." Hana offered a toothy smile before disappearing out the door along with her brother.
"…Sai…!" Sakura's eyes rounded and shot to her Shishiou who simply sighed heavily and carded a hand through long, honeyed locks. "…Yes, he brought you in. He, Naruto and Sasuke were sent on a rescue mission the minute I'd heard you were missing. We both know Naruto going was a given—Sasuke, well he values comradery to an extent, if nothing else."
"…and Sai?"
Tsunade once again, seated herself in the chair at Sakura's bedside, but her brown eyes did not meet the curious, hopeful gaze of her student.
"He was originally, not cleared for this mission…"
"What? But I don't understand; I—he was there, Shishiou, I saw him. Sai saved me, he-"
Tsunade held up a hand. "No, no Sakura, you are correct, he was there. But it was against my wishes; though I really had no choice, he informed me he would have disobeyed any direct order I may have given him."
Sakura's eyes widened and her mouth dropped open. "W-wait. Wait, are we…this is Sai we're talking about, Shishiou; he doesn't disobey orders. Ever."
But the blonde Hokage was already shaking her head, carding a hand through her hair. "You didn't see him, Sakura." It was then she finally raised honeyed eyes and looked Sakura in the eye. "When I told them you'd been taken—Sai was—it hit him hard, Sakura. I have never seen such a reaction from him; the emotional distress, the helplessness and fear in his eyes—not even Naruto reacted as severely as he did, and you are one of Naruto's most precious friends…to me, that really says something. Sai, he…he cares…deeply for you, Sakura though I don't think he knows it."
She glanced at her student again and was taken aback to see a few stray tears spilling down the pintette's cheeks as she stared listlessly at the wall. "…Oh gods…Sai…" It was then that her emerald orbs snapped back into focus and she leaned forward, grabbing her adoptive mother sharply by the hand. "I have to see him, Shishou."
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Tsunade exited the doors of the West Recovery wing, when the sound of agitated voices reached her from the private waiting room.
The Uchiha's was loudest, followed by a few clipped words from Naruto, no doubt telling the bastard to shut up, and Tsunade breathed a sigh of exhaustion, lightly massaging her temples—this was not going to be good.
"Granny!" Naruto leapt to his feet when she entered, blue eyes wide and anxious. "How is she? Sakura's gonna be okay, right?"
The blonde Hokage gave him a tired smile, nodding. "Yes, Naruto she's going to be fine, she's just very exhausted…"
The blue-eyed ninja's shoulders slumped in relief.
"I need to talk to her." Sasuke stood to his feet and made to walk past the pair, when Tsunade grabbed his arm. "Not so fast, Brat; were you NOT listening? I just said that she's exhausted; what she needs is rest, not pushy interrogations and badgering from you."
"I know is has something to do with me; the man who took her, he mentioned my name…I heard the idiots blabbing in your office."
Tsunade pursed her lips, eyeing the Raven angrily. Nosy little shit. "I cannot deny that, but that is all I am at liberty to discuss right now. What matters is that Sakura's back and she's safe-"
"Is she?" He challenged.
"…Sasuke." Naruto warned, voice low, but the Uchiha shook him off, dark eyes pinning Tsunade with a look dangerously bordering on insubordinance. "We were there—we saw what state she was in…you can't honestly expect me to believe that BS about 'oh she's fine, she just needs rest' when I could see for myself-"
In seconds, Sai was at the Uchiha's side, hand gripping the hilt of his Tanto and eyes cool and calculating. "You forget you are speaking to your Hokage—mind your tone, Uchiha-san, alright?" The fake smile was present, but that look in Sai's eyes brooked no arguments—it wasn't a suggestion.
Tsunade held up a hand, signaling Sai that it was alright and to back off. He bowed lightly in acknowledgement but the artist silently refused to take a seat and only removed himself a half-distance away from the pair; he'd never trust the Uchiha not to do something stupid—his blatant arrogance even in the presence of Tsunade-sama, was clear evidence that he didn't care whether she was the Hokage or not.
Damn Uchiha's were nothing but selfish, arrogant bastards—the whole lot of them could go to hell, for all Sai cared…then the morbid irony of that thought dawned on him and Sai actually allowed himself a small smirk—'ah, too late actually.'
"I understand your concern for your teammate, Sasuke, but my orders stand; she needs rest and regardless of the fact that this—psychopath, may or may not have used her because of some phantom vendetta he may or may not have against you, I am not at liberty to discuss. I will call you when I have more information—I already have people looking into it so that should be good enough for you."
With that, the blonde Hokage turned to Naruto and once she'd reassured him that Sakura's condition was fine and that he could visit her tomorrow for sure, she made to excuse herself. 'Ah, Sai…damn it, Sakura wanted to see him…she won't get any rest either, until she does. Damn girl.' The gorgeous blonde shook her head and turned back towards the three boys.
Sasuke's eyes were calculating as they watched Tsunade's exit, then took a discreet glance back towards the corridors where Sakura's lay beyond, recovering.
"Fuck this…" he murmured and decision made, he took a step forward.
Again, he found that damned artist blocking his path—only this time, his Tanto was drawn and the empty smile had vanished, replaced with a grim downward-curve of his mouth and narrowed, bottomless pools of black. "I believe Tsunade-sama made herself quite clear—Sakura needs rest."
The Uchiha's own eyes narrowed to slits and he grit his teeth. "Get out of my way; this doesn't concern you…replacement."
"Ah, insults are a favored technique of yours, I see." Sai responded nonchalantly.
"But I'm afraid, such trivial attempts will not work on me; I will not be baited simply so you can have the pleasure of luring me into a—'pissing contest'?" He glanced at Naruto over the Uchiha's shoulder and though the blonde was on edge from the obvious tension in the room, he nodded, giving Sai an enthusiastic 'thumbs up'.
"Ah, good; I used it correctly." Satisfied, he turned his attention back to the Raven who was now leveling him with a 'what-fucking-planet-did-you-come-from' look.
"Now then, I will only ask you once more—back down, and let it be."
"Are you threatening me again? Honestly, how arrogant are you?!"
"On the contrary, it seems it is you who are remiss, Sasuke-kun…" His dark eyes burned with a black fire and his Tanto glinted warningly. "…I already told you once; Sakura is mine."
There was a startled gasp as both Tsunade and Naruto gaped in shock at Sai's words.
The Uchiha regarded his opponent and scoffed in disgust. "This is a complete waste of time; Sakura has information that we need to catch that fucking bastard. He said my name which clearly means, somehow he's related to me or at least has known of me in the past. I'm not letting this opportunity slide, now for the last time, GET OUT OF MY FUCKING WAY!" Not taking Sai's threat seriously, Sasuke made two long strides—before he was suddenly being slammed into the nearby wall with such force, the air was knocked out of him. Sai had him pinned with his forearm across Sasuke's chest and the point of his Tanto pressed dangerously into the skin at his throat. Plaster fell from the ceiling as the room literally shook with the sheer force of his attack, and for the first time in his life since facing off with his brother, Sasuke Uchiha felt the paralyzing grip of fear fist itself around his heart. His onyx orbs stared back into Sai's twin black pools which were centimeters from his, blown wide open and veined with fury.
Sai's face was twisted in manic rage. "GO AHEAD AND TRY IT!" He snarled viciously and Naruto genuinely feared that Sasuke Uchiha might not live to see tomorrow.
"Sai!" Tsunade bellowed warningly, but her famously furious 'Hokage' glare was riveted on the Uchiha who was now sporting a thin trail of blood where Sai's Tanto had begun to pierce his skin.
The gorgeous blonde was at his side, hand placed on the arm wielding the Tanto and her grip was steady and strong. "Sai. Back off. I know. I understand but now is not the time for this." Her voice was calm and soothing in a way, though still firm and her iron grip did not relent, until Sai's enraged countenance dropped back into a calmer expression, and his eyes met hers.
"Go to Sakura." Her next words caught him and everyone else in the room, completely off guard; she sensed the Uchiha's approaching protest, but silenced him with a glare that promised much worse things than a painful death. For Naruto, though her words had been unexpected, was not surprised. In fact, he'd been intending to beg Tsunade to let the artist at least get a few minutes with Sakura if he could; he'd been watching him this whole time and though most people thought Naruto air-headed and dense, he wasn't stupid. He'd seen the way those two acted around each other. Ever since the war, things had been changing between them and then when Sakura had gone missing, Sai's dramatic reaction had only solidified his suspicions—the socially-stunted, ex-Root member was falling clumsily and unwittingly in love with the pink-haired medic and Naruto couldn't help but smile at the thought. Sakura had been through so much and Sai? Hell, more than any of them could imagine, and honestly…surprisingly, he was thrilled at the possibility of them finding happiness together. Now if only Sai could get it through his idiotic, emotionally pea-sized brain…and if Sakura could actually open herself up a little bit…ah, the possibilities were endless and Naruto had every intentions of helping things along wherever he could. This moment? Well, Tsunade-baa-chan had simply beaten him to it. He smirked.
"…I…but you-"
"I know what I said; she does need rest but she's asking for you." The gorgeous blonde watched with barely-concealed amusement, as Sai's countenance and body language did a complete 180. His eyes widened in shock, lips parted in amazement and his arms went completely slack; he forgot Sasuke altogether and simply stared into space, wordless.
"She'd never forgive me, if I refused and even if I did, I know for a fact that she won't rest until she sees you. Sai, go." Her soft command shook the snowy-skinned ninja from his stupor and when she gave him a gentle shove in the direction of Recovery, he simply let his feet lead him blindly.
When his back disappeared through the doors, Tsunade allowed herself the grin she'd been repressing, humming contentedly to herself as her protégé came up to her side.
"Granny, I know what you're thinking—and thank you."
She eyed the younger blonde at her side, a thoroughly knowing and bemused expression on her face. "Ah, Naruto—we really don't give you enough credit for that head of yours." She ruffled his hair playfully, and then reluctantly turned her attention to her newest patient. Hands on her hips, she stared down at the Uchiha who was still slumped against the wall, holding his side and scowling darkly.
"Uchiha…you must have a fucking death wish."
She knelt down at his side, and looked him over. "That damned pride of yours is going to get you in serious shit one of these days and when that time comes, you won't be getting off so easy." The Uchiha glanced at her boredly. "Tch." Then turned his head away.
Tsunade scoffed. "That's what I thought." And began to heal his wounds.
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Sai stood before the door to Sakura's room—debating whether or not he should go in. After all, Tsunade had said what she really needed was rest and yet here he was, about to intrude…
He'd been standing there for exactly eight minutes now, indecisive—he was starting to feel a little stupid which was rather comical since Sai had never once felt stupid in his life; he'd had no concept of what that word even meant…well until now…
He decided he didn't much care for it at all.
Carding an impatient hand through dark hair, he half-turned from the door. 'Maybe I should just…'
"…Sai?"
The sound of her voice coming from within, froze him in place and his head snapped around, dark eyes once more riveted to the door.
"…I—I can sense your Chakra; you know that, right?" She asked softly.
'Damn.' And then he was blushing red for the first time ever in his life, and cursing the highly discomfiting feeling rising in his chest—ah. So this is—embarrassment.
He disliked this one, even more so than 'feeling stupid' although he supposed technically, both emotions were relatively similar.
"…Are you just…going to stand out there all night? Or…are you going to come in and see me…?" She sounded so hesitant—which was so unlike her.
Sai's brows furrowed in confusion but he didn't have time to contemplate further. He figured he may as well, so—pushing the door open, in he walked, being certain to close it securely behind him; his paranoia was heightened for some reason, when it came to Sakura and he was always on the lookout for any suspicious and potentially hazardous activity.
'...Maybe lock that door, just to be safe?' That small voice in his head sounded quite agreeable.
CLICK.
It was just after sundown, so the room was mostly dark, save for a tiny bedside lamp that illuminated the space. Sai was mostly in shadow but across the room, he could see Sakura's pastel tresses swept over one shoulder as the medic sat comfortably propped up in a generously full-sized hospital bed.
When Sakura heard the door open and Sai's unmistakably sure footsteps enter, She sat up a little straighter—emerald orbs alight with eagerness—and leaned forward when she caught sight of his figure shadowed just inside the doorway.
"…Sai!" She greeted softly, and the happy lilt in her voice made his heart clench with a painful kind of relief.
Now that he was here, the artist didn't quite know how to proceed. Something about this—entire situation, had had him terribly on edge; from the moment Sakura had gone missing, he'd felt like he was turning inside-out—he'd felt everything from helplessness to anger, fear to resolve, indifference to panic, and relief to manic rage and back again. He was exhausted. Drained. Utterly spent and yet the sight of her as she slowly stood to her feet and came towards him, made him feel equal parts relief—and utterly petrified.
She was—gazing at him with that look in her eyes; the one that made him feel all kinds of confused, hopeful and—the most recent—embarrassed, and he had no fucking idea what in the hell he was supposed to do.
His face flushed that devil-awful red again, and he thanked Kami for poorly lit hospital rooms at 10pm.
She was halfway to him now and started to speak again, when he suddenly held up a hand, stopping her.
"Don't—just…stay there for a moment."
Tilting her head to the side, a flicker of confusion passed through her viridian eyes. Nonetheless, she did as he bade him and stood still, one arm at her side while her other hand fiddled self-consciously with the tie at her waist.
She wore nothing but a simple white yukata—most likely, hospital-issue—and a pair of fluffy white socks on her feet. Her pink tresses were swept off to one side of her head, in a loose braid and from the looks of it, it probably needed a good brushing.
There were some bandages along her wrists and ankles, as well as a few he could see peeking out from the collar of her gown and it only served to solidify the fact that she'd suffered extensive injuries during her imprisonment…
…she'd been…tortured…
He didn't know to what extent. But he had a few likely ideas and as those thoughts flashed through his mind, unbidden, Sai clenched his fists and felt the insatiable need to vomit.
"…Sai…?"
"…Ah..Hag." The insulting nickname was an instinctual fallback and it gave Sai the few seconds he needed to compose himself. "Should you really be out of bed?"
"Eh, Shishou says I'll need maybe two more days but come on, a little walk across my hospital room, isn't gonna do me any harm now, is it?"
She started to move towards him again but halted immediately when she saw Sai take a half-step back.
What was up with him…? Why was he making it a point to keep his distance from her?
Before she could contemplate further, his deep voice drifted to her. "Well it is good to see that you are awake and alright then, Ugly—Tsunade-sama said you needed rest though so, ah, I shall take my leave then-" He was turning on his heel and almost to the door when suddenly, he felt her chakra flare.
"Wait!"
He froze in place, hand half-way extended to the door handle.
"Are—you were the one who found me, Sai…I…I had hoped you would at least…stay for a little while; at least let me thank you?"
She reached out a hand imploringly, though his back was to her, and waited.
"…You…should rest, Ugly." Something in his words, weighed heavily in the room and she felt her heart sink with a kind of deep dread and concern.
"Sai…are you alright?" She asked softly.
A long moment of silence followed. Then, Sai's hand dropped to his side and he just stood there with his back to her, unmoving.
"What do you mean?"
She bit her lip uncertainly. "Well…you just seem…out of sorts. I don't know, not your 'usual' self?"
She was a little surprised when a soft chuckle emitted from the stoic male, but it was empty of any feeling and sent an unconscious chill up her spine.
"And...just what exactly is my 'usual self'?"
"I think—you feel distant from me. And that hasn't been the case since we first met; I know we've grown closer through the years we've known each other…don't you?" She pressed carefully, taking a soft, soundless step towards him.
Without turning to face her, Sai's fingers fisted into the material over his chest and he grit his teeth. He could feel that sensation again; the wave of icy dread that had engulfed him when he'd heard Sakura had been taken—the hand at his side began to tremor and he clenched it tight, refusing to give in to the fear.
"What do you want me to say, Ugly?" He attempted to divert her attention from him, knowing that it was probably fruitless but he was left with nothing else.
Her next words sent his body into a panic.
"…Tell me what you're feeling?" the softness in her voice echoed near him and he realized too late that he had let his guard down, allowing her into the space beyond his defenses.
'Damn it.' He cursed; there'd be no escaping her now and Sai's tensed shoulders and clenched fists, went limp in defeat.
"I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of ice."
His answer rendered her speechless and when his body slowly turned halfway towards her, the intensity of his profile nearly knocked the breath from her lungs.
Never. In all the three years she'd known him, had Sakura seen Sai so distraught.
"Did I ever tell you about my training in Root?"
She shook her head numbly, eyes riveted to the solemn despair in his eyes.
"One of the first lessons Danzo-Sama taught us was that of survival. By the time we had reached the age of thirteen, we had already undergone prolonged exposure to the severest weather conditions as a means of conditioning our immune systems to the utmost perfection. When I was ten, it was my first time. It was in the dead of winter and I remember Danzo took me to the edge of a lake that had already frozen over; the ice wasn't very thick so it was no trouble at all when they threw me in."
Sakura gasped. An icy fist gripping her heart as she gaped at him in horror as he relayed his story. She'd known the training for members of Root, had been severe and very extensive…but somehow, in her naivety, she'd never dreamed it had been literal torture.
"All I can remember from that day is the feeling of water and ice flooding my mouth and lungs. It was so odd to me how something so bitingly cold to the touch, could burn so intensely; it felt like my lungs were on fire…and I could feel the shards of ice tearing through into my throat…"
Tears that had gathered in Sakura's eyes, now spilled over and trickled silently down her cheeks—she couldn't bear to hear any more and yet, a bigger part of her needed to hear him finish…she knew that this part of Sai—though painful—was one of the most important parts of him and if she hoped to understand him better than she did now, this was that moment.
"That feeling…" He paused as the burning ache returned to his chest and his head throbbed painfully. "…When Tsunade informed us you'd been taken…that feeling was all I could think about. It consumed me a thousand times worse than that day and I—I don't understand." Fully facing her now, he made no effort to conceal the trembling in his hands, the pain in his voice and the fear in his eyes—he stood before her completely bared and Sakura's hand covered her mouth as she choked on a sob; the wound in his soul was plainly written in the depths of his dark eyes.
"…I don't understand what is happening to me. Why—why are you making me feel like this? I can't escape it, I've tried but I—and I can't comprehend it; I've never felt this way in my life, Sakura. I never knew what it was to feel so why…why is it only you?!"
He was shaking now and Sakura gasped when she saw the telltale shimmer of tears in his eyes.
"Why…is it always…you?"
The burning in his lungs caused him to gasp, his eyes stung as a few tears slipped down his cheek and in a moment of complete helplessness, he sank to his knees, dropped his head in his hand and no more words were spoken.
The rustling of fabric was heard and the next thing he knew, Sakura was on her knees before him, reaching out a hand. "…Oh Sai…I never knew…I mean I…I was so stupid to not even realize what you've…"
She hesitated a split second, the tips of her fingers just barely grazing his cheek.
'What am I doing?' it wasn't like her to invade someone's personal space without asking—well, not since her absurd fangirling days over Sasuke and thankfully, those had been dead and buried for quite some time now—and this was Sai!
In a brief moment of panic and intense embarrassment, her cheeks flushed brightly in shame and she withdrew her hand, mumbling an incoherent "s-sorry, I-"
Her viridian orbs snapped wide in surprise when she felt Sai's long, slender artist fingers catching her wrist in a surprisingly firm grip—the movement had been so quick, she hadn't even comprehended it fully until at last, emerald crashed with onyx and she found herself irresistibly drawn into the vastness of his eyes as they held hers captive in a dark, pensive intensity that stole her breath.
Had Sai's presence always held such riveting intensity? Had he always seemed to stop her dead in her tracks whenever he entered a room and looked at her with those eyes?—that look always so unblinkingly straight-edged and brazen in its intent; had he beenlooking at her like that before? Something deep inside of her echoed familiarity but she couldn't quite place it.
"I swore to myself—that I would never let you be hurt again. Not by him, not after what he'd already done, yet—"his thumb grazed slow circles against her bandaged wrist and her heart raced when she felt the heat of his breath caressing her skin as he drew her hand close to his mouth.
"—All I can see are—these bandages and the marks I know they conceal; I despise them and myself for letting them happen when-"
She was shaking her head vigorously now and without a second thought, her hand did cup his cheek tenderly this time. "No. No, Sai you didn't cause this, don't even think that! You saved me! Sai, if it hadn't been for you, I-"
His hold on her wrist tightened and his eyes overshadowed in something she could only describe as self-loathing.
"But not in time." He bit out, his eyes not meeting hers. "I saw you and—and that animal, he was—"Just the thought of nearly made him wretch and he shut his eyes against the sickening memories.
But Sakura could read perfectly what he was thinking and though she hadn't escaped even remotely unscathed, thank the Gods, she'd avoided the worst and it was all because Sai…he had saved her.
"No. Sai you—he d-didn't—I mean he t-touched me and forcefully k-kissed me but he didn't—" His dark eyes snapped up to hers—a flash of demonic rage when she'd admitted to being touched—but his look vanished in the next instant, replaced with an exhausted kind of calm at her reassurance; he'd prevented it. The worst had been spared her and for that, Sai had never felt so incredibly thankful—yes, that was the perfect way to describe this feeling that weakened him in a way that he embraced as all strength left his body.
He sagged in on himself and at last, drew her slender, bandaged-yet-unspeakably-precious wrist to his lips…and breathed. "…Thank the Gods…Sakura."
And her heart swelled as she wordlessly gathered this strong, immoveable yet equally fragile man into her arms and simply held him.
For a split second, Sai's eyes widened in complete shock. Then throwing caution, logic, discipline and every other 'irrefutable' principle he'd ever known to the wind, he gave into his first desire and simply melted into her embrace. Burying his face against her bosom, he inhaled her lovely scent of blossoms and cherries, and slipped his strong around her waist whilst his other hand still held her own, pressed to his lips. "…Thank the Gods." Once again, he breathed.
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Damn it, I just couldn't finish this here! I don't know what's wrong with me but each time I come to the end of a chapter, I'm just not satisfied! Oh well, that just means more for you guys, lol! Ohhhhh what a shame that is…*Faux disappointment* aaaaaanywho, this one at least has plenty of heart-wrenching SaixSaku fluff so at least, that's something! More to come…hopefully 5 will be the magic number, ahahaha! We'll see… REVIEW!