This was kind of hard to write, more so then the last chapter.

emo.love: I know the last chapter was a bit more random I was kind of going for a sharp change type thing. Guess it didn't work as well as I planned. Thank you and everyone else for your reviews

Chapter eight

When he finally opened his eyes I waited until they became focused before speaking, "Hey look sleeping beauty finally woke up, can you here me okay, cause I've got something important to tell you."

His dead-like eyes flickered with surprise at my presence.

"I'll take that as a yes, so here is what I have to say," I got really close to him then, my face was only inches from his, "You are an IDIOT! Did you know that?" I reached behind me and grabbed my book, "I have no idea what I'm doing, it's all numbers and letters to me," I tossed the book over my shoulder and became almost serious, "and because of you I'm stuck here again!, since you probably don't know I'll be your personal welcoming committee. UCHIHA ITACHI WELCOME TO THE SECOND FLOOR, HOME OF PSYCHOS, STRANGENESS, AND ALL AROUND CRAZY PEOPLE, that last one would be me."

I backed off and pushed the button to call the nurse, the woman came barreling in as if it was and emergency, I looked at my hand, still on the button, and laughed embarrassedly, "Oops, wrong button."

The woman sighed and placed a hand over her heart before putting on the unsettling smile again, "No harm at least we know he's awake now."

"Yes we now know he's awake," a voice said from the door way, "and we also know little Sakura-chan has in fact been talking these past years."

I turned away before saying, "Just not to you Ebisu-hentai ."

Said man went on a rant about not being so as the nurse laughed. I sighed and handed Itachi the deck of cards, he was better at shuffling, "Robbers' rummy? This may take a while," I said motioning to the doctor, he nodded, and began to shuffle the cards.

Ebisu was dragged away by the nurse half an hour later, I was surprised he hadn't gibbered himself into a coma.

"Why are you here," it was not a question but was so blunt I almost fell out of my chair.

"We've been through this already, it's your fault, I freaked out from the blood and had to be sedated."

"You wouldn't be kept in a mental ward," he sounded odd, but hey, he was speaking so I pretended not to notice.

"Usually you would be right, but as I mentioned I've been her before. Now I'm stuck here again because that pedophile Ebisu couldn't get me to talk then."

He seemed on the verge of saying something thirty seconds later, when the nurse walked in again. I had been so focused on my cards I didn't noticed until she began to talk, "Yes your quite lucky Itachi-san, you missed the vein entirely, and if it wasn't for this young lady you probably wouldn't be here now. She's the one who called us."

The sight hit me first as she work with the whole nurse deal, in the back of my mind I called him smart, he was the type who went up the lane not across the valley. I then berated myself for stupidity, and then it hit me like a lead weight.

Most wouldn't have noticed the smell of blood on the kind of treatment he had received, but I had special circumstances.

"Sakura-san are you alright you look a bit green, and you're shaking are you cold?"

I shook my head and put my hands over my nose trying to shut out the smell, I had long since closed my eyes. It didn't work I knew it was still there, the memory of the smell lingered in the back of my mind. Before the nurse could ask if I was okay again I was gone, into the bathroom losing my crappy hospital dinner from hours ago into the toilet. The nurse seemed concerned as she ran over to help me, "Sakura-san are you feeling alright?"

Itachi's voice from the room spoke quietly, almost amused, "She doesn't like blood."

I nodded at his assumption, for the nurse's sake, "I'll be fine just crack the window before you leave."

The woman did so and five minutes later I walked back into the room, still shaky. It was kind of cold so I shut the window.

He looked angry, though it was kind of hard to tell, when I walked into the room again, "You called in," it was a statement, almost an accusation. I answered the question that was not there, "I can't let someone I know die right in front of me."

"You don't know me," the short sentence was almost spoken harshly, the sound made me flinch.

"Not well, but I have talked with you, very little, played cards, you are the only person in the school that doesn't think I'm completely pathetic, I think, and is seemingly the only person in school smart enough to teach me Math. In my book you are an acquaintance, therefore someone I can't let die. Not that most can watch as someone dies in front of them."

The room was silent for almost ten minutes. He seemed to be thinking deeply something about the way he looked, something about his expression, the way he was acting made me blurt out, "One of my best friends was killed in front of me." His eyes snapped to me and I squeaked and hide in the blanket I had stolen from the empty bed. When I looked again he was still looking at me, disbelieving.

"It's true, I was thirteen. She was fifteen and the right-hand person of my gang leader. She was like my older sister, she was in a relationship with some guy who was a lot older," I was so lost in my memory that I couldn't stop myself, this was something I had never told anyone,"She found she was pregnant, and when she went to tell him he got angry. I was with her at the time, I always followed her, like a lost puppy.

He was so mad, more so when she told him she wanted to keep the child and get married. It was really understandable, her having no real family before. But the man didn't want to do that he said he wanted to keep his options open, or something like that. When she kept refusing he shot her, but she continued to walk towards him so he kept shooting.

Eventually she died and her last words were telling me to run so I wouldn't get in trouble. I ran home, a place I hadn't been since my father had died a year before. My mother was relieved to have me back home, but I never spoke a word to her. Eventually she brought me here to find out what was wrong with me. After a year of me saying nothing Ebisu wrote me off as depressed and sent me home. I was so happy to be back home I eventually started to talk again, and acted happy for my moms sake. I stayed with my gang somewhat and began to act out so much that later my mom brought me back here where I was labeled bipolar for some reason.

I had to leave the gang behind though they know I didn't want to," a memory came back to me and I laughed, "I probably would have killed this girl in New York last week for insulting my memory of her. I was lucky to not get a lawsuit for almost breaking her nose."

I was half asleep by the time I finished, Itachi was thinking again.

"Ignore me I was rambling," I muttered my eyelids dropping more, I heard the hall clock strike one, "Happy New Year to all the crazies."

I think I was having a delusion at the time but I could almost swear I heard a low chuckle coming from the only other person in the room. I slipped into sleep before I could inquire about it, but I doubt he would have answered me.

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Not a pretty story huh. I still have no idea what made me tell him, it's very complex. Yes, as I hope you understood, she was the one to give me the jacket. What I'm still wondering was did Itachi really just laugh... Sadly I still don't know. Though I'm positive I was having a delusion because Itachi doesn't laugh. I have recently found that it was me who laughed. Strange how I didn't notice.

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I'm not mentioning names yet for the girl who died you'll find out later.

My prequel is up today as well. If there are any fuzzy points it should be revealed in chapter nine. The prequel goes with the story Sakura tells in this chapter.