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Rainflakes

''Because sometimes, life can change in ways you least expect..."

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"Remind me again why you booked one room for three people?" Sakura growled at Hidan, who was grinning stupidly at the door of their lodge room. He tapped the open door, gesturing for her and Itachi to go through.

"Well, there were two rooms left. If I was to book two rooms, no doubt you would want a room to yourself. That would mean that a perfectly good room would be wasted on pathetic little you instead of on someone who actually deserved it." Hidan followed them through the white door and scanned the room, nodding in appreciation at the bland yet clean appearance. Sakura gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, her knuckles itching to punch the pretty face of his through the walls. But she could feel Itachi's eyes on her back and in doing so she was certain that Itachi would end up scolding her. Or worse, ignore her completely.

Hidan clapped his hands, turning to look at the both of the shinobi. "Alright! Onto sleeping arrangements!"

He turned back, staring at the double bed and tiny, black sofa. Sakura shook her head at the situation, wondering whether there were actually any rooms that had two separate beds in any lodge at all anymore. Hidan narrowed his eyes mischievously at both her and Itachi, then fake yawned before throwing himself on the sofa.

"This looks luxurious. Seems like you two will be taking the bed," he grinned and winked at Sakura the moment Itachi drew his gaze away from him to look at the bed. Sakura was rigid.

"Bastard," she muttered to herself, her stomach contorting at the thought of sleeping in bed with the one person whom was currently not exactly on her friends list. Then she realised with humour that Itachi was not exactly a close companion shortly after the kidnapping either and she seemed to have no issue with sleeping with him then. She froze, realising that her wording had not exactly been chosen correctly in the last sentence and her face grew hot as images began to pop into her head.

"Awww, she's blushing! I think she's embarrassed." Hidan quipped, laughing loudly as Sakura's face turned to a look of horror. She grabbed the complimentary nightshirt that the lodge had provided after discovering she had no clothes to travel in and then headed to the bathroom, slamming the door firmly. Itachi was studying Hidan and the grey-haired Akatsuki didn't fail to notice either.

"You are trying to get Sakura to befriend me again." Itachi stated solidly, seating himself on the edge of the bed. Hidan grinned and shrugged, resting his head on the arm of the sofa.

"Her blush makes me think that she may want to do a little more than befriend you," Hidan waggled his eyebrows at the Captain and hid his laugh as Itachi's eyes widened. The Uchiha coughed and looked down, a familiar pink tinge painting across his cheeks.

"Don't be absurd," Itachi muttered, taking off his custom made trousers as heat began to make his forehead prickle with sweat. Hidan chuckled, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling and slinging his legs over the other arm of the sofa.

"I'm not only in Akatsuki because I love killing, violence and Jashin ordered me to. I have better perceptive skills then the majority of the other members. Well, the only one with perceptive skills who still has emotions." He tilted his head back into Itachi's direction, his smile growing cunningly. "And – using my perceptive skills – I would say that the blossom sitting in that bathroom now, trying to get rid of that blush, is head over heels in love with you."

An eerie silence fell over the room and Hidan smirked in victory, moving his head back to stare at the ceiling before closing his eyes. No doubt Itachi's mind was whirring with possibilities and the ridicule of the suggestion he had just made, but that was what he wanted.

And he was right. Itachi's frightened eyes that were hidden from Hidan were staring hard at the floor, his own perceptive mind thinking long and hard about the stupid idea. Sakura... in love with him? It was ridiculous. He knew nothing about Sakura and she in return knew nothing about him. She was best friends with his younger brother; there was not a chance in the world that she would ever fall in love with him. Was there? He rested his forehead on the bottom of his palm, closing his eyes to help him think. They had only ever made contact that evening when Sakura awoke from the terrible nightmare and Itachi had thought it to be inconvenient and awkward. But after that, when he had hugged her again out of a strange whim to comfort her. What was that?

The door to the bathroom opened before he could continue with his thoughts and he looked up, his current state gone as he scanned Sakura. The complimentary nightgown was plain, white and probably made out of cheap, tacky material. But on her, it looked like an evening dress that brushed her mid-thigh, the fabric stretching across her torso to emphasize the chest that she frequently hid underneath her custom-made clothing. Itachi blinked, thinking that his imagination was driving him insane. Sakura couldn't be standing in the door of a bathroom, dressed like an angel with a bright white shining behind her could she?

After blinking, it was clear he was proven wrong. She stepped forward, each step like a graceful glide. Itachi forced himself to turn away.

Since when had she become so beautiful? Or when had he ever let himself openly examine her like that? He was sure she realised.

But he was wrong. Sakura hadn't realised him staring because she was too focused on the fact that the person whom she hated with every inch of her body was sitting on the bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. She couldn't tear her eyes off of the muscled legs and the torso that appeared when he moved his arms backwards to lean, his eyes firmly on the wall to her right. She mentally slapped herself.

What the hell do you think you're doing? You're not attracted to... Itachi! No way. You barely even know him.

And who cares? He's a hot piece of ass who makes you drool.

Sakura laughed inwardly at the comment the other side of her made, yet also grimaced at the same moment. She knew that her face was heating up again and not just because she had emerged from the steamy bathroom. To think that she would have to rest in the bed when Itachi only had a slip of material separating her from his...

"Cock, I forgot my teddy bear." Hidan quipped, smirking as neither Sakura not Itachi noted his comment. Itachi had taken a sudden interest in the wall and Sakura needed a bucket for the drool, not to mention the fact her face was as red as a, well, cherry.

Sakura shook herself and frowned. Just minutes ago she had hated Itachi and would never even think of such things. Why was it now that she suddenly started noticing how Itachi's lips were so thin and kissable or how his eyes were always intense – as though he could always see more then on the surface? She thought back to moments when she would have noticed such things. There was when she was hugging him for comfort. She couldn't remember ever thinking of how his muscles felt so comfortable under her grip or how his warm body seemed to fit perfectly with her own. Or there was the fact she had to share a bed with him at HQ. She never noted how each time his leg brushed against hers, or when she woke up with his peaceful face inches away from her own, it sent a pleasurable chill down her spine.

Sakura covered her open mouth with her hand in shock. She had thought of Itachi that way – she had just pushed the thoughts away to the back of her mind and told them not to surface. What was she thinking? Itachi was Sasuke's older brother, he was the arrogant bastard who accused her of fraternising; why did she revel in every touch or smirk he sent her way?

"It'd be nice to get some fucking sleep tonight. We have a big day tomorrow and I'd preferably not die by the hands of a creepy Akatsuki fan." Hidan sighed and turned over on the sofa, covering himself using his Akatsuki cloak as a blanket. Itachi stopped focusing on the wall and brought his attention back to the bed. He stood up from it, fully aware that Sakura was watching as he strolled around the side and folded back the heavy blanket. After he had settled down, Sakura slowly went to join him.

Itachi stiffened as the warm form slid next to him, her smooth, creamy leg accidentally brushing against his own. He frowned as he felt the warmth from Sakura's body begin to radiate onto his own, causing him to become almost agitatedly drowsy. He had never had any issues with sleeping beside Sakura before – why did it have to happen now of all times for his body to decide that he longed for interaction?

Little did Itachi know, Sakura was just as disconcerted. She was lying so she was facing the back of Itachi's head and was fully aware that he laid not even an arm's length away from her. She only had to bend her knee to come into contact with his HOT, SEXY LEGS. Sakura had the urge to giggle, despite herself. Inner Sakura was certainly a pain in situations like this, yet it definitely helped to loosen things up a little. It wasn't until Itachi moved further backwards- so his body was inches away from her own – did she begin to panic and become almost breathless.

It had been 1am when Hidan, Sakura and Itachi had arrived at the lodge and 2 hours later, both Sakura and Itachi were still lying awake, thinking the indescribable sexual tension between them was only one-sided. Sakura blinked her tired eyes and urged herself to sleep, thinking that Itachi must have long past fell sound asleep. She had turned to her back to Itachi, hoping that it may have helped her at least get a snooze. It was then she began to get uncomfortable and started to turn over.

Itachi was having an equal amount of trouble sleeping and had remained facing the wall with the knowledge that if he were not to look at Sakura, then the indescribable feelings would fade away. But lying on the same side for two hours had been both uncomfortable and unbearable, so he was faced with no choice but to turn over.

Unknown that each was doing the same action, they turned. And froze. Although dark, Sakura could still see Itachi's very open eyes and was very aware that the thin, kissable lips she had been examining mere hours ago were so very very close to her own. As his warm breath caressed her lips neither spoke, ripples of butterflies coursing through every vein in Sakura's body. Itachi gazed at her with that intense stare and she thought she imagined it when he moved closer.

"Sorry," she murmured, making to turn over. But Itachi grasped her arm and forced her to stay facing him, then brought his hand up to her face. She opened her mouth to ask what he was doing, but the words floated out into nothing but hitched breaths. He was centimetres away from her lips and she was dizzy with some emotion she couldn't put into words.

"Sakura," Itachi whispered in a husky, tired tone. That cracked Sakura's resolve and she relaxed into his hand that cupped her cheek, shivering as his foot barely caressed her white leg. He leant forwards, brushing only his top lip with hers and her mouth opened on its own accord, her eyes fluttered close and she loosened her head so Itachi could move it on his own free will. He tilted it so his mouth could be placed sideways on hers and their lips were seconds away from contact before;

"RISE AND SHINE. TIME TO GO KICK SOME AKATSUKI FAN ASS." Hidan had opened the curtains to the room merrily and the light blinded both Itachi and Sakura for a few minutes. Itachi had long since drew back from Sakura and she too had made as much space as possible between them. Itachi immediately swung his legs out of bed to enter the bathroom, leaving Sakura and Hidan alone in the room together.

Sakura was both frustrated yet grateful for Hidan's interruption. She sat up from the bed and rested her back against the backboard, rubbing her forehead. She had nearly kissed Itachi. Or moreover, Itachi had nearly kissed her.

"Made up yet?" Hidan asked, smirking humorously to himself as he analysed Sakura's confused expression. He was certain that his timing was dot on and she was confirming it. Her eyes flickered to his.

"Remind me why we have to be up so early JUST to assassinate a measly little rich kid." She asked, not moving from her posture. Hidan shrugged one shoulder, scratching the back of his head in thought.

"Weeelll... He could be moving location at any time. Best we find him so we don't have to locate him again." Hidan turned his back on her and stretched before clumping down onto the sofa again and closing his eyes. Sakura sighed and placed both hands behind her head and looked up at the white ceiling, her mind whirring with thoughts and confusion. She didn't notice Hidan's slow breaths indicating he had fallen asleep again and waited in silence for Itachi to re-emerge from the bathroom so she could go and wash away her confusion. When the bathroom door opened, she realised that she had closed her eyes at some point to ease the tension in her mind. However, once she had opened them she considered just hiding under the quilts and never resurfacing.

Itachi was wearing just his underwear. There was no top to hide the small droplets of water that trickled down his smooth chest. She noticed that – unlike most ANBU – he was not made of just muscle. There was no bulky, ugly muscles that contorted his chest or huge clumps of hair either. Her eyes travelled down and widened when she saw that a small patch of hair led down from the bottom of his chest through to his grey boxers. When she raised her eyes up to observe his face, she noticed with embarrassment that he had been watching her examine every inch of him with a smirk on his face. It when then she realised that he was teasing her – mocking her even. Her embarrassment became anger and she frowned, snapping her head away from him to glare at the wall.

She stood up quickly, storming across the room to enter the bathroom. She would escape from Itachi until he had the decency to at least cover himself up. She walked past him without giving him so much as a glance, but a warm hand encased her wrist and pulled her backwards. She was then slung against the wall and was locked in by Itachi's arms either side of her head.

"Itachi let me go." She ordered, her voice quavering when her green orbs snapped up to meet grey. The Uchiha smirked and ducked his head over her shoulder so his breath could caress her ear.

"Do you really want me to, Sakura?" He whispered, allowing his top lip to brush along her earlobe. Sakura felt herself go weak under him, silently cursing when her hands subconsciously grazed Itachi's warm, soft stomach. When had she and Itachi been so bold with each other? Itachi's mouth moved down to the side of her neck and he lightly skimmed the top of her skin with his delicious mouth. She bit back her gasp and screwed her eyes shut, locking away all emotion and feeling of pleasure she felt before suddenly pulling away and ducking under Itachi's arm to the bathroom. Once on the other side, she rested her back against the door, her breath still heavy and erratic.

CHAAA. THAT WAS INCREDIBLE. Her inner self seemed to celebrate, able to freely express what she thought as Sakura had locked her emotions and feelings away along with the other side of her mind.

He was teasing you, trying to dominate you. You want him. He wants you. He accused you of fraternising with the enemy. Sakura shook her head, refusing to believe that that was the case. You can't just wake up one morning and suddenly decide that you're in love. Can you?

~*~

"You could have told us he was only a days walk away from the lodge we were staying. Wouldn't you consider that vital information?" Sakura growled at Hidan, who was walking in front of her with an arrogant swagger. He turned his head over his shoulder.

"I thought I already told you; Jashin objects to me revealing information that I do not want to be revealed-"

"-especially to women, yeah yeah, I know." Sakura narrowed her eyes at Hidan's back and threw a wary glance at Itachi, who was walking beside her. He had remained silent since the confrontation this morning and was acting as though nothing had happened at all.

"I need to rest, my ankles are killing me," she moaned, making Hidan halt. He rolled his eyes, a look of disgust crossing across his face.

"You wanted a reason why you were such a fucking pain in the ass – well, there's a reason." He sneered. Sakura ignored his jibe and bent down slowly, rubbing her hand down her smooth white leg before reaching her ankle and massaging it. Itachi watched her, swallowing as her shorts rode up her thigh. Why did he realise such small things when before he would never have even glanced at her curvy figure? Hidan failed to notice and sighed, shooing her to the edge of the road.

"Fine, we'll rest until your fucking ankles feel better." Hidan muttered, walking off of the road. Sakura smiled in victory and removed her hands from her ankles, stretching her arms above her head now. Her body was aching from lying on one side for the whole night and she sighed after she dropped her arms back to her side. Itachi's brow creased as he watched her smooth, flat stomach appear when her arms were above her head and he found that his eyes couldn't remove themselves from her body. He forced himself to look away and walked off of the road, cursing himself mentally.

Hidan had headed off a little distance away to do a ritual, leaving Itachi and Sakura pretty much alone at the side of the road. She had seated herself next to Itachi, but far enough away so that it wasn't suspicious. She didn't know what to make of him. One minute he's attempting to seduce her and the next he's back to his usual quiet self. Maybe this morning was a fluke – they were both extremely tired and exhausted and both of them had not come into contact with close friends for a while. Their bodies were probably just reacting normally. Weariness overcame her all of a sudden and she had the urge to sleep. It was pleasantly warm and she was resting in a comfortable spot beneath the tree. It was definitely more comfortable then when she had been sharing the bed with Itachi.

She didn't realise when she closed her eyes, or when she fell asleep. She did remember being picked up by a pair of strong arms and she had wrapped her own arms around the person's warm neck, still sleeping soundly. When she awoke again, the sun was in the middle of the sky, indicating it was afternoon.

"Good afternoon, Sakura."

She froze, suddenly realising just exactly whose arms she was sitting in. She moved backwards from Itachi's shoulder and narrowed her azure eyes at him.

"You could have woken me up. How old do you think I am?" She still kept her arms behind his neck and allowed him to continue to carry her. His eyes were bright with amusement and he smirked at her, scanning her face with his ash orbs.

"Waking up someone whose short-tempered manner rivals that of Naruto is not usually a good idea. Tell me, how would you have reacted if I had awoken you?" He arched a brow at her and Sakura felt her face heat up. Did he have to pull that face when they were in such close proximity? She looked away, forcefully frowning.

"I guess I would have got pissed, yelled and then stormed off." She smiled to herself as she realised that Itachi knew full well how she would have reacted. He stopped walking and released her, setting her back onto her feet. She pouted at him.

"You're saying I have to walk now? Great." She crossed her arms and frowned at him. It was embarrassing that he had even thought to carry her in the first place, but she was letting a good opportunity go to waste. She didn't mind not having to walk and instead spending the duration of the journey in Itachi's arms. Itachi ignored her comment and gestured for her to continue walking.

"You two are seriously fucking slowing me down!" Hidan yelled at them angrily, tapping his foot impatiently. Sakura poked her tongue out at him, purposely slowing her footsteps as though walking in slow motion. Itachi rested a hand on her back, pushing her forwards.

"I wouldn't advise prodding his temper any further." He said, not noticing the fact his action had made Sakura blush. His warm hand seeped through the material on her back and seemed to be leaving a hefty scorch mark along her entire body. She shook herself before hurrying forward away from him. It's just my body reacting, it's just my body reacting, it's just my body reacting-

~*~

"Only another 3 hours to go!" Hidan jeered, throwing his arms in the air. Sakura groaned. She had been walking for over 5 hours and was already bored with the scenery around them. Trees, road, trees, road, trees, road. It seemed that everywhere in the shinobi world was just an ongoing loop.

Itachi had kept at least a metres distance away for the entire walk and for once, Sakura was thankful. It gave her time to think and consider what her feelings were toward the passive Uchiha. She should hate him – they had not officially apologised to each other yet. So why was it that she had returned to such a playful banter with him? She felt comfortable in his presence and felt safe and secure. She shook herself.

She felt safe and secure around Naruto and was comfortable in his presence, so there was no reason why she couldn't be around Itachi too. Sakura froze suddenly, frowning deeply. There it was again – that sense that she was being followed. She had encountered it about 4 times over the last 5 hours and had thought nothing of it. But it was certainly there again. As though there were eyes planted on her and whenever she turned around, the feeling disappeared. Itachi seemed to have not noticed and neither had Hidan. They were both more perceptive than her, so she was certain it must have been her imagination.

A small village expanded in the distance and Sakura sighed in relief. She would finally be able to rest for a brief moment before they continued because no doubt Hidan would be hungry. The petite village was surprisingly filled with travellers and people, all buying their goods from the market. The smell of ramen and other foods was present and a loud chatter echoed around her.

"We can spread out and meet back here in 10. Your bracelets should allow the distance." Hidan nodded at both her and Itachi and they nodded in reply. Sakura was relieved that at last she would be able to have some time to herself.

As Sakura wandered off in her own direction, she wondered what Itachi would do in the middle of a bustling village filled with people. She had brought her wallet with her and it contained money that Pain had given to her for completing the previous mission. She had refused to take it, until he had almost forcefully thrown it at her as a thank you. She snorted as she walked past a busy stall, surrounded by children. Her situation could not get any stranger; she was being paid for being a captive.

As Sakura wandered past the market, carefully observing her bracelet to ensure that it did not turn purple, she realised that the further she travelled, the dirtier and lank the village became. There were children and young adults on the streets in grimy brown rags and had obvious illnesses which she could have healed in a heartbeat. A young boy who looked no more than 6 was curled up in a corner, shivering uncontrollably and seemed to have an illness worse than the others around him. Sakura knelt down in front of him, placing both her hands on the boys shoulders. For a moment, he looked frightened but she sent him a reassuring smile.

"I can help you. Just sit still." She sent chakra through her arms, feeling out the virus that abided in the boy's body and pushing it out as much as she could. She felt the shivering boy calm and his sniffles and shaking halted abruptly.

"Better?" She smiled warmly at him and the boy's eyes filled with grateful tears.

"Th-thank you miss," the boy choked on his tears and wiped a trembling wrist across his eyes, clearing his vision and grimacing as speckles of dirt swept across his face. Sakura was filled with sympathy for the infant and rummaged in her pocket for the soft, velvet pouch that her gold coins were resting in. She pulled out two and lifted up the boys palm, opening it slowly and then placing the cool metal into it. The boys' eyes glazed over at what to Sakura was no more then a few coins, but to him was a wealth that he had only wished he could hold.

"Go and clean yourself up. Get a decent meal and find shelter for the night. You'll be a lot better in the morning." Sakura smiled sweetly and ruffled the boys' hair. He was crying again, with an indescribable joy. Sakura stood to leave, wanting nothing more than to leave before she used up all her chakra in order to heal all of the innocent children around her. A slight tug on her shorts caused her to halt and she turned back around to face the youngster.

"Come with me, miss. I won't make it to the market on my own - I'll be caught and beaten for sure." The expression on the boys face resembled a lost puppy in the rain and Sakura felt herself losing to the other side of her mind, which protested about helping the boy further in case he became attached. She sighed, holding out her hand so the small, dirty palm could curl around it. The boy seemed to have only recently been sent out into the horrible end of this village as his eyes still looked alive and was more clean then the others, but his illness would have killed him by nightfall were it not for her.

She frowned when she reached a turning she couldn't remember, the grime-ridden floors were gone and the streets were empty. Not even the shack houses lining the road indicated any source of noise.

"Do you know where we are?" She asked suspiciously to the boy, a crude dread spreading through every inch of her body. That feeling had returned – she was being watched. The boy shook his head, his thumb pressed between his lips and his eyes shining in confusion.

"I've never seen this place before," the boy's brow creased and he scanned the surrounding, his small fingers digging into the back of Sakura's twitching palm. She stood as still as she could, moving only her eyes to observe the now-deserted streets. She increased her senses; smell, touch, taste and sight. Slowly, she rotated to look behind her at the street they had just exited – she was certain it was noisy with coughs and crying but now, it had fallen silent. Her eyes widened. It was just as she predicted – it was nothing more than a passage of white. She turned back around to face the empty street that was clearly genjutsu, but a sudden stab of pain accelerated up her forearm. She acknowledged the pain before she could acknowledge the wind and she gasped, releasing her hold on the boy to clutch her now-wounded arm.

"Get down!" She hissed loudly, pushing the boy down with her bloody hand. She raised her hand back up to the wound, slowly curling her fingers around the edge of the kunai that had pierced her arm before jerking it out and biting back a curse. She threw the sharp metal to the floor, replacing her hand to the wound to set pressure on it. The last time her senses had been so uncoordinated had been when she was surrounded by those infernal paralysation bombs the Akatsuki had gotten hold of. But no one else had their hands on such things; Deidara had explained that!

She dodged as another kunai came at her from a completely different direction, yelping as it scraped across her left cheek. The infant was looking up at her, fear and concern in his bright, brown eyes.

"Sister?" He asked. Sakura had no time to respond to the sweet gesture the young boy had just whispered and hurriedly clamped her hands together, wincing at the pain it sent coursing through the kunai injury.

"Release," she murmured. The illusion around her wobbled and dissipated in front of her eyes and she was brought back to the noisy, bustling streets. In front of her stretched a road laden with homeless people which was a high difference from the one she had recently encountered while under the genjutsu. She gritted her teeth, flinching when she took a step. The culprit of the genjutsu was nearby and it was clear that she was the one who was targeted. Perhaps if she inflated her chakra signal, she could- cursing, she realised that the bracelet prevented her from doing so.

"Sister, are you going to be okay? Why don't you use your magic to heal yourself?" The little boy clasped her t-shirt and looked up at her with frightened eyes. "You don't have to come to the market with me anymore, I'll be just fine on my own."

Sakura would have yelled at the boy that her chakra had been absorbed by something or else she would have, but right now she was feeling too weak to even think straight. She bent down to the boys' level, grasping both of his shoulders in her trembling hands. Her face was frightened, echoing the boys' expression.

"I need you to go and find a man with clothes like mine and another man with long gray hair. Tell them-" Her voice cut off and her worried eyes caught sight of her chakra bracelet. It was wavering, yet was still the same blue it had always been. Had she gone out of range? It was then that it shattered, dissolving into fractions of dust into the air. Immediately, she stared the boy in the eyes again. "Tell them Emergency Formula 3, can you remember that?" The boy nodded, his eyes wide with confusion and fright.

"Go!" Sakura pushed him toward the marketplace, rising to her feet. She had gotten the boy to safety and knew that it would only be a matter of time before Itachi and Hidan came to her current location. She stumbled over to a bare wall, ignoring a perverse glance from an old man sitting on the floor by her shivering feet and dropping her head as her vision wavered. She had no chakra to chase away her dizziness and was certain that the kunai that had embedded into her arm was covered in a poison that was definitely not normal.

"How nice to see you, Sakura. It's been such a long time." Shivers of cold, deadly dread travelled up her spine and ran through every vein in her body. She had trained herself to remember that voice – that voice filled with love for killing and bloodshed. Slowly, she rotated, placing her hands flat against the wall and keeping her eyes on the floor until she used all the courage she could muster to finally meet the owner of the voice in the eyes. The owner of her revenge. The reason she couldn't sleep at night. The cold-hearted snake who killed her parents.

Orochimaru.

To Be Continued...


A/N: I guess I'm sorry for uploading slowly. I was actually diagnosed with mild swine flu on Sunday and I've been trying my best to get over it so I could upload this to all you lovely people. I kinda got caught up in Full Metal Alchemist too. Finished watching it in 2 days so there's no danger that I'll get caught up in it again!

And for all you people reading the Shippuden manga, WOW it's heating up. I'm so impatient when it comes to waiting for the next chapter. :l

I have no idea whether or not I rushed this. I mean, as Sakura said 'you can't just wake up one morning and realise you're in love' ... or something like that. Please tell me what you think and I may be willing to fiddle around with the situation a little. I don't know how long it'll be until I upload again, but I got my own laptop about 2 weeks back meaning probably soonish.

Please review, point out any loopholes I'm pretty sure I've missed and criticise points that are important. Thanks! (: