Since the dawn of time the Uchiha have put friends and enemies alike under a spell with their Sharingan. But what happens when a certain medic unknowingly puts the Uchiha prodigy under a spell with her own mesmerizing eyes? "I will have her," he said possessively, "She's mine."

ItachixSakura

Rated M

A/N: We're finally getting to some actual healing! This is just the beginning but all in good time my faithful readers! I'd really like to thank all of you for the love and dedication you've been sending my way. I've gotten so many new story and author followers and they reallllly make my day :) What's even more is the reviews! Some of them are short and others are very long and I love each and every one of them. They're really the reason that I write so thank you all very much it means the world to me.

To some of my reviewers: I did mess up having Kisame's moves be "Katon" instead of "Stuiton" (that's for pointing that out, Guest) and that's my bad. I think I just typed the one I knew best and went with it, I'll try to fix that next time.

Anywho, I hope you enjoy the newest chapter!

Cherry Weasel

Soothing

The next day opened on a bustling Sakura in complete doctor mode. She had fallen asleep around one or two in the morning and by seven had woken up, showered and dressed, ready to start her day.

"I'll bring you some food and water," she promised her sleeping nin-dog and closed the door to her room, keeping him inside. As safe as he was with her, she wouldn't put it past Hidan to hurt or kill Akihiko just to piss her off.

The pink haired beauty walked to the kitchen and got herself a quick breakfast. After cleaning her dishes and putting them away she got the dog's meal ready and brought it to him. Sakura opened her door quietly and placed the sustenance where he would easily find it. Watching him sleep peacefully the closed the door with a soft click and turned around, only to run into the hard wall that was Uchiha Itachi's chest.

"Kami!" She cried out, pressing her hand to her chest, "You scared the shit outta me!"

"Hn." He replied emotionlessly, looking her over.

"Don't start with that right now Uchiha we have a long day ahead of us."

The man's brow furrowed and he grunted again, "Do not instigate me by addressing me that way."

"Oh please," Sakura chided, "I'm not instigating anything by calling you by your name." The woman brushed past him fearlessly and walked back to the kitchen. Itachi followed silently, taking in her appearance in a strictly observational way.

She still wore Konan's clothing and he made a mental note to get her some of her own, but she somehow made them look more professional. In too gray long pants, the hem rolled up to better suit her, and a loose black t-shirt it was comfortable but no-nonsense. Her long pink hair that usually cascaded down her back unhindered was tied up in a strict bun. A thick notebook in one hand and a pair of pencils in the other completed the look.

"Where do you want to begin?" She asked once they were both in the kitchen, interrupting his musings. She didn't wait for him to reply and instead grabbed two glasses, filling them with water. Itachi lifted a brow and nodded toward her hands in question.

"My chakra probing in your head might eventually give you a headache," she explained and he tilted his head ever so slightly at the other glass of water.

"I like water," she said dryly and motioned for him to move, "any other pressing questions you wanna ask or would you like to get started?"

"Hn."

Sakura followed the man as he walked out of the kitchen and towards his room. He must be nervous, Sakura thought to herself, of course he won't admit it but this is the moment he's been waiting for, for Kami knows how long.


As Sakura thought these things to herself, similar ideas were running through Itachi's own head. He admitted to himself openly that he was apprehensive now that the moment was finally here. He had even tried to stall her by asking useless and unnecessary questions about the water she had gotten the two of them.

As ready as he was to finally move on and have his eyes healed, there was always a possibility that his eyes were unfixable and that terrified him. Sure, the medic was good, the best in the land even, but sometimes some things couldn't be fixed. Asking her questions would seem weak, and Uchiha Itachi was weak in front of nobody, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

But if she is unable to restore my vision...

The man didn't allow himself to finish that sentence. Without his vision he wouldn't be able to defeat Madara. He wouldn't be able to lead Akatsuki. He couldn't fight and win the way he had been trained to. He would have no job and no reason to live. He wouldn't be able to see what Sakura really looked like.

That last thought gave him pause and he shook his head to the side, clearing away such ideas. The only solace he took was in the fact that the thought of her face in perfect clarity was after his thoughts of his job and ability. She may be effecting him in a weird way but his life as a ninja would always come first.

Sakura was merely a distraction, part of his small revenge against the village he hated, and loved. The village that built him, destroyed him and held all meaning behind what he did; his every move.

Bowing his head slightly at the impending headache he felt run across his temple, Itachi gracefully moved ahead of the smaller woman and walked to the door concealing his room. The tall man opened the door with one hand and held it there, giving Sakura the right of way into his domain.


She scrutinized the man before her before cautiously walking in, taking in her surroundings. The room was almost as empty as her own, save for a few bookshelves packed full of books and scrolls. Kunai littered the floor and desk, some in the process of being polished and buffed while others looked perfectly new. The bed was unmade, not messy but unmade nonetheless, and a few days worth of clothes were on the ground.

"This isn't what I thought it would be," Sakura commented idly.

Itachi's deep voice rumbled, "You've imagined my room before Sakura-san?"

A light blush coated her face and she puffed out a small amount of air in annoyance, "No. But I did expect something more," she trailed off, looking around, "orderly."

"It's been hard to concentrate on things of small magnitude in my current state." Itachi responded gruffly, looking anywhere but in her direction. That's when it hit her,

He can't see well enough to know where things are to clean them up. He's stopped trying...

"Well lets remedy that as soon as possible then, ne?" Sakura motioned toward the bed and completely fell into her roll of doctor. With a no-nonsense air about her, Sakura pulled a chair from his desk and brought it to the side of the bed. By then Itachi had already laid down and crossed his arms behind his head, silently watching the woman.

"I'm going to need for you to put your arms at your side or on your stomach Uchiha-san." Itachi noticed the addition of the honorific but didn't mention it, Sakura outside of being a med-nin was obviously entirely different person.

The red-eyed man complied and stayed ramrod straight, still as can be. Sakura took a few notes on how his eyes looked with the ever-present Sharingan on. Putting a pen to his nose and away from it, moving her fingers side to side and flashing a little light in them. The overall process took less than ten minutes but she got quite a few good notes.

"Alright now if you can release the Sharingan, I'm doing to do the same thing with your normal eyes."

Itachi released his eye technique to the silent amazement of Sakura. Her face was set still and professional but her eyes held the medical wonderment that only a doctor of her caliber could possibly possess.

Itachi smirked the tiniest bit as his eyes turned to his birth colour. Sakura continued the tests and noticed a significant difference in how he reacted. His eyes squinted worse when her finger went further away and didn't react at all when she motioned outside his peripherals.

When she held a light to his eyes, the pupils didn't react the way they were suppose to if they did at all. His body had a stressful edge to it and she could tell he was in immense pain as he tried even harder than usual to concentrate on her tests.

The rosette felt bad for him as she continued to take notes. His case made Kakashi's look like child's play and she knew it was going to take some time to heal. She would have to heal his actual eyes themselves first, before the nerves. Between his eyes and the nerves attaching them was a jumble of burned, short circuited and all around destroyed nerves, fibers, muscles and chakra lines.

If she healed the backs of his nerves first they would be straining themselves "searching" for his eyes and re-damage themselves. If she healed the nerves, fibers, muscles and chakra lines in the middle between the two first then having a problem connecting the parts later would increase.

She had to heal his actual eyes first, though that wouldn't effect his sight, and work her way inside. Once the eyes were healed then she could work on detangling, reattaching, soothing and all around healing the inside connectors. When all of that was finally done she could heal the nerves that would attach his eye connections to the ocipular lobe of his brain and fix the chakra nerves and she would be done.

It sounded much easier than it would be. Healing his eyes would take at least three sessions alone, if she pushed herself. Then it would take a session each for the nerves, fibers, muscles and chakra lines. Two more sessions for the connections to his ocipular lobes and a final session to put it all together and give him his sight back. She was looking at a grand total of ten sessions. Each session was going to take roughly all of her chakra, so at the absolute least it was going to take ten days to complete everything.

However, since she had more than ten days to work, Sakura wanted to aim for twenty five. It would be a little less than a session every other day, but that way she could go over her work meticulously and make sure it was perfect. Given the man she was working on, and how necessary he was to her Hokage and their village, she knew the extra time would be worth while.

She explained this to Itachi and he seemed receptive to the thought. He didn't like the idea of being close to blind for another month but knowing that she would be healing him and making it better the whole time soothed his worries.

The two of them sat in silence for a while longer, Sakura asking him to switch back and forth between his normal eyes and the Sharingan eyes. He complied without complaint even though it caused him pain. Itachi took little sips of the water she had provided when his usual headache got worse between switchings.

Twenty pages of notes written in her ineligible handwriting later, Sakura sat back in her seat and sighed, taking a sip of her own water, "I think that's all the notes I can get for today. You did much better than Kakashi, his notes took two days. He doesn't like anything to do with doctors, it's a wonder he even came to me for help."

Itachi nodded in response, knowing the feeling but as usual he followed through with what he started.

"You were very quick about it," he commended her, and Sakura glowed in response. It wasn't often someone complimented her after her procedures caused them pain, and she knew he was in a decent amount of pain.

She looked at the clock on the wall and noted it was ten in the morning, before looking back at the man in front of her who was trying to get up.

"Hey, I didn't say you were done," she said and gently but firmly pushed him back down on the bed, "I'm done with notes, there's still more to do."


Itachi sighed, he would handle the pain like a man but it was tiring him out. He closed his eyes and prepared himself the way he was situated before when he heard her feminine voice,

"You can get comfortable now, Uchiha-san, this is just for you."

A perverse thought ran across his mind without his permission and images flashed before achy eyes. Sakura crawling on top of him, Sakura in a naughty nurses outfit, Sakura kissing his chest and moving lower, lower...Itachi let out a slight groan before,

"Uchiha-san?"

Her voice brought him out of his musings and he opened his once shut eyes, images of her leaving him. He could make out her green eyes wrinkled in slight worry at hearing his pained voice. She held her hands right above his temples, poised to touch him but was evidentially stopped by the sound from low in his throat.

"Are you okay?" She asked, clearly not recognizing the sound for what it was. Itachi nodded gruffly, embarrassed that he let his thoughts get the best of him. That great Uchiha Itachi apparently didn't have as much of a firm control over himself as he was said to have. The only solace he took was in knowing that she hadn't understood it was a groan of desire at the images in his head, and not due to the pain he was feeling behind his eyes. Though now that he was thinking about it, that pain was getting rather intense.

"Alrighty then," her bell-like voice lulled his eyes closed once more and he felt her encroaching on his head with her small dainty hands, "This is going to help make you feel better Uchiha-san."

He didn't have time to question her, for all at once he felt her fingers put a slight pressure on his temples and her soothing green chakra began to envelope his head. The relief was cool, soft and instantaneous. He felt her chakra invade his body but didn't try to fight it off for a second. His own chakra pathways could detect the healing aspect and didn't resist in the least.

She sent her mint green essence through his head and massaged him from the inside out. The ever-present headache went away with the thready pulses of her chakra and the burning sensation was diminished to a dull roar. As she worked on the inner workings of his head, he could feel her tiny fingers massage his temples as well, diminishing the stress that stored in his muscles as well.

Itachi let out a sigh, feeling his entire body just completely relax into his bed, actually able to lay in comfort for the first time in almost a decade. He could feel the woman above him smile, her body humming with contentment at her healing. Sakura was very much the type of woman that lived off of helping other people. By him letting his guard down and letting her see him in such a vulnerable state, he gave her the greatest gift a patient could.

Her dainty fingers danced from his temples to the sides and middle of his forehead, massaging the chakra pathways there as well. She did so for quite some time in silence, only being interrupted by the occasional sigh from the man on the bed. Years of well trained healing chakra flooded his system from different parts of him as she moved her hands from his forehead to the back of his neck and head. Sakura got the base of his neck and traced the connections from his eyes to his ocipular lobe expertly.

She didn't know how long she had been doing so before she noticed that the Uchiha before her was fast asleep. Sakura wondered how long it had been since the infamous Uchiha Itachi had ever willingly fallen asleep in front of someone, a fellow shinobi at that. His closed eyes and relaxed face almost looked innocent, had they not been the face of such a handsome man.

No, innocent wasn't the right word, it was more of care-free. Untroubled. The man before her had spent his life so far constantly stressed out about something. Always on a mission, whether it be an actual mission or a self-proclaimed one. Ever since he was a child, training to take over as Head of the Family, Itachi had been under an enormous amount of stress.

Here, now, on the bed in front of her in the Akatsuki main base he slept soundly. One of the most dangerous, most powerful men in the world and he was put under by only the fingers on her hands and the chakra in her body.

Sakura smiled to herself before quietly getting up and putting the chair back. She contemplated cleaning up a bit but was unsure if he would take it as an insult to his inhibility to. Instead she just picked up the kunai on the floor, least he step on one and stab himself, and put them on his desk with the rest. It was hard to imagine the great Itachi doing something as clumsy as stepping on a kunai but when a seasoned ninja lost his vision, many things could happen.

Sakura moved back to the man she had started to save and smiled again. She was following through on her mission given to her by Tsunade, but felt like she was doing even more. She was restoring what the village took from him and giving him a second chance as well. The ethereal pinkette cautiously walked closer to him as not to wake him from his slumber and gently placed her hand on his.

It was the first time she initiated contact with him, aside from their battles, and she was surprised to find his hand so warm and soft. Wrapping her elf-like fingers around his in a gentle way she marveled at how much bigger his hands were. Hands that had killed thousands, but protected people he loved as well, even if they didn't know it.

Sakura released his hand and left the room, shutting his door quietly pondering to herself. How would Sasuke react, if he found out the truth about his aniki? Would he stop the self-declared rampage he had set himself on? Sakura thought back to the Jounin and his team that she had to save after their attack by the sound nin. She wasn't sure if he would stop, even if he knew the truth. If anything, he would really turn his sights on Konoha, instead of just instigating them for the sake of drawing Naruto or herself out to battle him.

There was still some human part inside of him, she could tell by the way he tried to get them to battle him. Aside from training in medicine, Sakura had also dabbled in psychology, a necessary element to know about when dealing with physically or emotionally damaged ninja. Sasuke wanted to know they still cared, that he still had people that loved him, even if he himself wasn't aware that he need to know that. By drawing herself and Naruto, his souls brother, into a fight, one where they would inevitably try and force him home, he was reinforcing the fact that someone, somewhere, still cared about him.

It was tragic.

A part of her still cared for her teammate, not in the way she once did, but as a close friend. He had been a part of her Genin team and nothing would take that away from her, Naruto or even Kakashi. But this new Sasuke she wanted nothing to do with. After killing Orochimaru and Kabuto he had become a ruthless leader. His country thrived under his rule, but not for the greater good. They had a huge army and made plenty of money through mass production and missions, but underneath all that there was nothing.

No families, no honor, no pride in the villages or country. There were just ninja academies to produce more killing machines; and Sasuke reveled in every minute of it. By not having a chance to settle down and raise families and grow attached to the people around them, his subjects were unable to experience the loss that he had to face as a young child. In his warped mind, he was doing a favour to his people, by eliminating any weakness and pain that could come out of family, friendship and love he was creating the perfect warrior.

But there was one flaw in his plan that he had yet to come across. If there was no family, no friends, no love, loyalty or honor then what would they fight for? Who would they fight for? Eventually, the men and women in his army would catch on to the fact that the only reason they fought was for the man who wielded the power. And at that moment, Otogakure would fall; and Sasuke, their Otokage, would fall with it.


It would be hours before Itachi woke up from his deep slumber; he hadn't slept that well in years. The man opened his eyes slowly, getting readjusted to the land of the living. He hadn't dreamt but that was better than the nightmares he was plagued with so often, and it made for a more smooth sleep. The man got up and swung his legs around the side of the bed, glancing at the clock. He remembered it being around ten when she was done taking notes and began her soothing assault on his senses, and now it was almost six. He had slept for eight hours.

The Uchiha man put his head in his hands, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and setting his hair in the pony tail again. The headache he always awoke and fell asleep with was just a mere throbbing, leagues better than even the best day in the last years.

The pain was much worse than when she started, as the woman had almost gotten rid of it entirely, but it was bearable. Itachi got up from bed and walked toward his dresser, bent on changing his shirt. A new article of clothing after waking up seemed to help almost as much as coffee, for some reason. The sleep just didn't cling to him as much. On his way there, passing his desk he realized that all his discarded kunai were placed on his desk. A moment of annoyance passed through his before he saw that the rest of his room was in the same disarray as before. She had seen and understood how he would feel about her cleaning up and compromised by at least making sure nothing dangerous was laying around. A very political move, probably inherited from all of her time spent with Tsunade.

"Sakura..." he liked the way her name tasted on his mouth without the honorific "san" tacked on to the end and he wondered how she would feel if he addressed her without it.


Sakura lay on the Akatsuki training grounds next to Akihiko panting. The two of them had grabbed a quick lunch after she left Itachi and had been training together ever since. The two hadn't been able to really get to know one another in that sense until now and it was long overdue.

Sparring against someone who was bound through chakra to you was much more difficult than she thought. Each one of them was able to get a sense of what the other was going to do, very useful when fighting together but incredibly hard when fighting against each other. If anything though, that would just push them both to their limits and help make both master and nin-dog better shinobi.

Today the two of them only fought using taijutsu, to test Akihiko's limits as he was still quite young. The nin-dog was able to keep up with her surprisingly well. Of course, Sakura went easy on him since he was only a couple of months old and she was on par with one of the three legendary Sannin.

"You did really good Aki-kun," Sakura smiled as she spoke and turned onto her stomach to give her partner a belly rub. The dog ruffed in response and wagged his tail with the energy that only a puppy could summon at this point.

"We'll have to continue to train in taijutsu and then move up from there, does that sound good?" The puppy yipped and she went on, "Once we've gotten better at that together we'll work on throwing weapons in there. I should have asked Kiba about that when I had the chance," the woman mused to herself.

"We'll figure a way for you to use weapons, even if it's only by deflecting my own onto the enemy. Then we can start putting sequences together!" Akihiko wagged his tail harder causing it to thump against the packed earth repeatedly.

Sakura continued to lay with her pup and stare at the clouds above her. The Akatsuki base was situated in a mountain but somehow the men had created a way for the training ground to be outside. There was a cut in the middle of the mountain, through stone all the way up to the top where it reached sky.

One may think it was a way out, but Sakura knew better. It was raining outside but none of it got in the training ground which lead her to believe that the barrier that surrounded the entire base covered the top of the training ground as well. Not that she was looking for a way out anymore. No, the petit woman was in this for the long haul now. She had invested her time and chakra into the martyr that needed her help and she would die before she quit on him.

And it wasn't that bad here anyway. Kisame was fun to talk and drink with, Tobi was a nice comic relief, Hidan, though infuriating, was an interesting fight and Itachi was...well, Itachi was Itachi. He made her angry with his cockiness, sad with his true story, happy when he subtly praised her, and unfortunately one of the other big feelings he made her feel was horny.

Sakura groaned and hit her head on the dirt, but there was no use trying to hid it from herself. As soon as she stopped seeing him as the Uchiha clan's killer and the murderer that people made him out to be, she started seeing him as a man. And, oh, what a man he was.

Sakura felt heat pool in her belly at her thoughts and unconsciously pressed her supple thighs together. It had been a while since she had been with a man, and Neji's loving had left her so satisfied, now that it was gone it was hard to concentrate around the man that promised all that and more.

As good as Neji was, and based on the bruises, bite marks and broken furniture that littered her house after a good nice, he was good; Itachi, she could tell, would be something out of this world. The way he gave her butterflies when he stared into her eyes, the way he infuriated her with his words only to press her against the wall and whisper into her ear.

Sakura felt herself shiver and pressed her legs together even more. Being around the man was hard enough but when he came onto her, when he marked her, claimed her and growled into her ear possessively that she was his put her over the edge.

"Mmmph," she groaned and slid her lithe hand down her slick body to her leg, seconds away from running to her room to solve the problem she had created for herself when the door to the training ground opened up.

Startled, the pinkette jumped up and turned to see who was coming in, and who should it be but the object of her current desires?


Itachi walked into the training ground and processed the sight in front of him. Sakura lay on the ground, her exposed flesh completely covered in dirt. Her black shirt and gray slacks were torn up in many places, some looked like they had chunks taken out of them, presumedly by the panting dog laying beside her. They were both breathing heavy and her hair was in a disheveled mess around her toned body.

As soon as he entered the training ground she whipped up as if caught in a private act, staring at him owlishly with those big eyes of hers. Itachi once again wished that he could see her in clarity, but at the same time was thanking Kami that he couldn't.

As imperfectly as he could see her now and he still felt his hand clinch to stay in control of his body. Her ample chest was still heaving, whether from exhaustion or something else, Itachi could only speculate, and hope.

"Sakura-san," he addressed her, breaking the extended silence between the two.

She swallowed before sitting upright in a more relaxed manor, "Uchiha, I was just thinking about you." As soon as the words left her mouth she pinkened and looked anywhere but in his eyes. Itachi raised a gentle brow but the expression was lost on the female who had a sudden Nara-like interest in the clouds.

Itachi ignored her comment, "I made dinner."

Sakura blanched and turned back to address him, "You did?" Her green eyes were wide once again, "You mean, for me?" She pointed to herself, which unknown to her provided to be a very tempting gesture to the man.

"I was hungry too," he said, but they both knew he meant yes, but I won't say it.

"Well dinner sounds great, thank you," her smile sent a weird flutter throughout his body and he looked away.

"Hn."

The woman got up and brushed the loose dirt off of herself before gathering Akihiko in her weak arms and following the dark man out of the training ground. They both entered the kitchen and came across a nice spread of food. Apparently Itachi had some pretty good cooking skills. The medic turned to her taller companion and gave him a look.

"You learn how to cook when you're on your own," he answered her stare and the two of them sat down together.

There was rice, and miso and shrimp stir fry; it was relatively simple, but easily the most put together mean she'd had in a while. The pair sipped tea and and ate in silence. Neither one of them having anything they wanted to say and both enjoying the silence. Sakura ate her meal at a languid pace, feeling Akihiko at the same time, not having much energy to eat any faster. Itachi ate and watched the med-nin across the table from him. She was still filthy but it suited her well. Dirt was all over her body and that particular outfit was ruined. Not that she probably cared much, since it wasn't hers to begin with.

When the three of them were done eating Akihiko jumped down from the chair and padded off toward the room to sleep, leaving his mistress with the Uchiha man. The two of them made eye contact before breaking it off and gathering their dishes. Itachi put the left overs in a container while Sakura washed the dishes, leaving them on a rack to dry for the night.

It was surprisingly domestic the way the two worked together. There were no need for words and yet it wasn't uncomfortable, one just did what the other wasn't doing. When they were finally cleaned up Sakura looked toward the doorway with longing, knowing that a hot shower and her bed were calling for her.

Itachi knew she was itching to leave but didn't have any parting words for her just yet. He walked up to the medic and he could feel her stiffen marginally at his approach, it seemed the she wasn't quite comfortable with him yet.


Sakura knew he was walking up to her and her body went on the defensive automatically. It wasn't that she feared him, no she knew she was safe right now, but her thoughts strayed to what she was thinking before he interrupted her earlier and she tried to control herself.

They both knew that him making dinner had been his way of saying thank you, though he wouldn't say it out loud. But now that the formalities were out of the way she didn't know how to exit.

"T-thank you for dinner, Uchiha," she said politely, her nerves betraying her in the way she spoke.

"You're quite welcome," his velvet voice caressed her soft skin as he stood right in front of her, almost toe to toe.

"I guess I better..." her voice trailed off when she saw his hand rise and descend onto her head. She felt his long, masculine fingers travel through her hair and had to stop herself from leaning into it.

The woman opened her mouth to ask what he was doing when he pulled back, a leaf in his hands.

"Hn."

"Oh, thank you." She said, taking the leaf and brushing her fingers against his purposefully. She didn't need to take the leaf, he was more than capable of doing away with it, but she felt the need to touch him in some way, and so she had.

The man and woman stared at one another for a little while longer, their breaths mingling in the air and their bodies on alert as if jolted by electricity.

Finally, Sakura broke the tense silence, "Goodnight, Uchiha," she said and started walking away.

"Goodnight Sakura," he responded to her back, his voice following her, drifting down the halls with her.

And neither one of them mentioned that he had just called her by her name, and nothing else.


A/N: So wow right! We learned a lot this chapter! Sorry it was a little shorter than usual (I aim for 6,000 words a/o 12 pages per chapter and I only got 10 pages though I did hit 6,000 words) but I didn't want to overwhelm you guys. First and foremost was how Sakura plans to heal Itachi's eyes but even bigger is that Sasuke is the Otokage! I hope you guys all caught onto that, I tried to make it sort of subtle, as it isn't a revelation to Sakura since she already knew, but I hope you were still able to catch it. If you guys have any questions about the medical procedure or about Sasuke becoming Otokage just PM me. If enough people PM me I'll put a further explanation at the top of the next chapter. I hope I explained it all well enough but sometimes what makes sense in my head doesn't in others.

Well, that's it for this chapter! It's the third in a week, I hope I'm making up for my months of absence. Please, please, please review for me! They really make me so happy :)

Yours,

Vera

"I'm as gay as a daffodil, my dear!"

-Freddie Mercury