Hey! So, it's been a while, and I hope that some of you are still with me here! I got my computer back, finally. I just had to win a bet with my father. Does anyone know how hard it is to read a 587 page book that you absolutely hate in less than 5 hours? Just saying.

So I realize that some of you are probably ready to throttle me for leaving it a cliffhanger and then putting in a random flashback filler without saying anything about what happened during the situation in the chapter before it. Don't kill me! You still need me for updates! AHHHHHHH! -Buzz- ...We'll be right back.

Thank you for waiting! As a last message, I'm now available to be a beta-reader, so if you're looking for one, keep me in mind!

Disclaimer:

Sasuke: Finally! I've been waiting for this page of the script for days.

Naruto: Why? You nervous about losing me to Itachi?

Sasuke: Don't be stupid. I heard from the author I get to eat tomatoes this chapter and I wanted to confirm it. *Gasp* She lied!

Naruto: *crushes Sasuke's foot with the heel of her boot* Jerk!

Sasuke: Dangit woman! This hurts almost as bad as the fact that AMB11 doesn't own Naruto.

Naruto: She paid you extra to say that, didn't she.

Sasuke: Check it, $50.

Naruto: I call $25. I showed up for this crap too, jerk.

Sasuke: Idiot.

Naruto: ...I love you!

Sasuke: Stop saying that! *runs away*

Chapter 10: Where Does It Hurt?

Sasuke took a step back when his brother's eyes closed and hid behind the door frame. He clutched the hem of his shirt in his fist, fighting off the shaking of his hands. "What was that?" Sasuke fell back against the wall, his head hitting the plaster with a dull thunk. He stared blankly at the wall in front of him for a few minutes, blocking out Naruto's excited voice from the other side of the open door.

"She loves Itachi? What happened to being in love with me? Itachi-He said that she loved me because I'm me." His chest hurt and his legs felt weak. "Was he lying?" He peeked around the edge of the door and saw Naruto hugging his brother. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to hit the older Uchiha over the head with a crowbar.

Itachi ran a hand gently up and down Naruto's back, his fingers tangling in her long hair occasionally. She was so proud of herself, and he was glad he could help. He was even more glad that Sasuke had such bad timing.

He saw Sasuke peek around the doorway, his face contorted in pain and confusion. He looked betrayed; hurt. Itachi was torn between sticking his tongue out at Sasuke and apologizing and explaining the whole situation. Naruto pulled away from his arms and smiled brightly at him, jumping up from the bed.

"I feel so much better now." She locked her hands behind her back and bowed her head playfully. "Thank you Uchiha-sensei." Itachi suddenly wished that she hadn't gotten out of his bed to say that. "I'm going to go memorize my lines. See ya later, Itachi." She walked out of the room, thinking about how impressed Sasuke was going to be when she told him she'd perfected their big scene. She rounded the corner and stepped out into the hallway, humming a tune from some movie she'd watched a few days ago.

"Sasuke?" He looked up when the small blonde put a hand on his arm. "You okay? You look like you're going to be sick." She stood on her tiptoes and put her hand on his forehead.

"I'm fine. Just a bit tired." Sasuke rubbed his eyes and stepped around Naruto.

"Oh! Sasuke, Itachi and I were just-"

"I know." He didn't turn around as he spoke. He shuffled his feet on the carpet, hands jammed down in his pockets to keep from shaking in fury. "I saw." He clenched his teeth so hard he swore he heard one crack.

"Really? How was it?" Sasuke turned his head to look at the excited blonde behind him and smiled slightly at her exuberance.

"Looked heartbreaking." Naruto squealed loudly and ran down the hall, skirting the corner. Her bedroom door shut a minute later, and Sasuke barged into his brother's room, slamming the door so hard into the wall that it left a circular indent on the white plaster. Itachi jumped to his feet and glared at his younger brother, his furious red eyes boiling like blood.

"What the heck Sasuke?! What's your problem?" He'd just barely gotten the question out before he was slammed against the wall behind him, Sasuke's shoulder buried in his stomach.

"My problem?! She loves ME, huh? Then what the heck was that?" Sasuke tried to push his brother to the ground, but Itachi viciously kicked his ankle, both of them dragging the other to the ground. The older Uchiha punched the younger in the stomach and rolled over so that he was pinning him down. Sasuke kneed Itachi in the thigh just to the left of his groin and heaved the young man off of him, switching their positions so that he was pinning Itachi.

"Why do you care?" Itachi swung his fist, clipping Sasuke's shoulder. "You don't even like her!" Itachi landed a punch on Sasuke's cheek, and a drop of blood dripped from where his lip had cracked.

"That doesn't matter. She's committed to me!" Sasuke pulled Itachi up to his face by the collar of his shirt and punched him at the bridge of his nose. Blood gushed down Itachi's lips and over his chin, his eyes tearing up.

"You don't own her, you idiot!" Itachi kneed Sasuke just below his stomach, cringing when a bit of urine leaked through the boys' jeans and onto his shirt.

"Might as well." He punched Itachi again, his short nails leaving scratches on his brother's cheek. "She said she loves ME!" Itachi wrapped his hands around Sasuke's throat. "She's got my name branded on her until I say otherwise."

"Don't be an idiot!" He tightened his grip, and he just knew that there'd be bruises later. "You can't control her. She can do whatever she wants with whoever she wants! And if that were me, you couldn't do one thing to stop her!" Sasuke punched him again, this time in the throat. Itachi heaved his brother off of him and rushed to his feet, feeling bile rise to his throat from the dizziness of his blood loss. He pinched the bridge of his nose and flinched; not broken, but painful. Blood dripped down his chin and stained the carpet under his feet. Sasuke got to his feet, swaying just a bit as he tried to get a deep breath, his asthma acting up and constricting his airway.

Itachi tackled his brother, slamming him to the ground with his body weight. Sasuke coughed throatily, and jammed his forearm into Itachi's chest to hold him at arms length. Black spots flickered in front of Sasuke's vision from lack of air that was getting to his spasming lungs. He wheezed heavily and brought his knees up to his chest. He kicked out, his heavy boots knocking the air from Itachi's lungs and knocking him to the ground.

Sasuke fell back to the ground on his back, blood pooling under his cracked lips and a cut stretching across his cheek. He put a hand to his chest and tried to keep his vision from blurring over. Itachi got to his knees beside him, so he sat up to face him.

"I... Don't... Share..." Sasuke wheezed out the short sentence, trying his hardest to keep from slurring his words. "She wants... Me... Can't... Change... Her mind..." Itachi's scowl softened at the suffering boy, and he pinched the bridge of his nose, tilting his head back to stop the blood flow before he passed out.

"You're an idiot, you know that right." Itachi wasn't sure that Sasuke had even heard what he said properly, but was pleased nevertheless when he nodded anyway. "If you want her, just tell her." Itachi crawled over to his bedside table slowly and opened the bottom drawer, rummaging around until he found a spare inhaler that had been buried under random junk for the past few years. He tossed it in the general direction of his brother, then pulled his over shirt off over his head with some difficulty and held the cloth to his nose, some blood stains standing out against the white of his undershirt.

Sasuke closed his fingers around the inhaler and took a few puffs, doing every exercise he could remember to calm his breathing and get rid of the painful tightness in his chest. "T-thanks."

"No problem, moron." Itachi wiped the last bit of fresh blood from his nose and smiled, dried blood above his lip cracking on his skin. "Like I said Sasuke, you just need to tell her you like her."

His breathing was still labored, but Sasuke wasn't having as much trouble breathing as before. He raised the inhaler to his lips and took another breath of the medicinal spray. "I told you, I... don't like her... She's just not... allowed to change... her mind now... that she's... committed to... me." Sasuke's dark eyes locked with his brother's abnormally colored ones, and Itachi could see the confusion and hurt spiraling in the hooded gaze. He put a hand on his brother's back and pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back gently, occasionally patting when Sasuke would cough a bit too deeply.

"She came to me to get help with something last night, after you told her that she needed to work on her kissing." Sasuke stiffened in his arms, and Itachi closed his eyes, rocking from side-to-side slowly. "I offered to help her practice the scene the director told you seemed fake so that she'd be able to impress you on Monday." Another coughing fit racked Sasuke's body, and Itachi felt a few tears streak down his face when he realized that even though Sasuke had started the fight, he could've possibly put Sasuke in the hospital because of his temper. "Besides, you know I love you too much to do something like that to you." Sasuke was silent for a while, but his arms slowly wrapped around Itachi's waist and held him tightly while he cried into his shoulder.

"Yeah. I know." Itachi hugged his little brother tighter, smearing blood and tears on Sasuke's gray button up t-shirt, his shoulders shaking with the effort of not sobbing at hurting Sasuke so badly that he'd go so far as to beat the crap out of him. "We're idiots." The brothers pulled apart and looked at each other, Itachi wiping his cheeks and Sasuke sniffling and coughing.

"Yes, we are." Itachi chuckled breathily and smiled so wide that even his eyes glinted in amusement.

"Remember though," Itachi looked his brother in the eye, "She's mine because she said she was. She's not getting out of it any time soon. I don't like quitters."

Itachi raised a bloody hand and poked Sasuke in the forehead. "Whatever you say, foolish little brother."

"This never happened." Sasuke flicked Itachi on the shoulder.

"Agreed." Itachi stuck his tongue out at Sasuke.

"What happened to you guys?" Itachi and Sasuke plopped ungracefully into their seats at the dinner table. Itachi glared tiredly at his father, his eyes hooded behind his glasses. His hair was wet and hanging around his face and shoulders. His head lolled forward on his shoulders, and it dropped to the table, his forehead hitting it with a bang. Sasuke slumped in his seat, head hanging on on the back of his chair. He let out a low groan and leered at Fugaku out of the corner of his eyes.

"Did you two get into a fight? You're both all beat up." Minato set a large bowl of salad on the table and sat down in his seat just as Naruto slipped into the room. She hurried around the table and sat down in her chair between her father and Sasuke.

"Sasuke? What happened to your neck?" She put a hand on Sasuke's shoulder, but pulled it away as if she'd been burned when he flinched in pain. Naruto raised the short sleeve of his shirt, and immediately felt sick when she saw the dark blue skin on Sasuke's collarbone. "Oh my God. What happened?"

"Sasuke and I just had a little tousle. No big deal." Itachi forced his aching spine into a sitting position, his glasses sitting low on his nose under a strip of tape across the bridge.

"Did he break your nose?" Minato hid his amused smile behind his glass of tea. Itachi glared halfheartedly at the blonde and his father when they started laughing at his expense.

"Of course not, it's just swollen." Itachi kicked his brother under the table and smirked when Sasuke grimaced.

"You poor things." Naruto ran a hand through Sasuke's hair, smiling when he leaned into the soft touch instead of slapping her hand away like usual. "You have to film in two days, Sasuke. How are you going to do that looking like this?" Sasuke and Itachi hung their heads wordlessly in shame.

"You two are idiots." Sasuke and Itachi looked at each other.

"Yeah, we know."

. . . . . .

"Do you need some help?" Sasuke stopped on the third stair when he heard Naruto's voice behind him.

"Why would you think that?" He glared over his shoulder at her, the bruises on his neck aching from the strain.

"You left the dinner table over fifteen minutes before me and you're just now on the third step." Sasuke sighed and nodded, blushing from embarrassment at not being able to climb the stairs. He scooted over a bit to make room beside him on the stairwell and leaned heavily on the banister to keep the weight off of his swollen ankle. Naruto put his arm around her shoulder and helped him up the next step slowly. "You're heavy, you know that?"

"Sorry that I can't change gravity to make myself easier to carry." Sasuke rolled his eyes. Naruto dropped his arm, and Sasuke nearly fell down the stairs, latching on tightly to the handrail. "What are you-"

"If you're not going to be nice, then I guess you don't really want my help." She crossed her arms in front of her and started climbing the stairs slowly. She'd almost made it to the next landing before she heard a gruff "Wait" from the man in the stairwell. She turned to look at him, and felt her heart wrench at the pained look on his face.

Naruto tapped her foot impatiently on the step, but when Sasuke didn't make any move to say anything else, she sighed and headed back down towards him. She wrapped an arm around his waist and his around her shoulder again.

"But, I didn't ask-"

"But you wanted to, and that's enough for me." They made it up another step, then another, and finally to the landing of the second floor. "This really sucks for you. What exactly happened to your leg?"

Sasuke gritted his teeth and forced himself up another step, his chest contracting painfully from all of the bruises littering his torso. "Itachi kicked my ankle during the fight."

"I see." They made it up the third to last step. "Why were you fighting?" One more to go.

"He took something from me, something I don't want to lose." The pair heaved themselves up the final step, and Naruto relaxed, moving to let Sasuke walk back to his room by himself. Sasuke tightened his grip around her shoulder and started limping down the hall, a surprised Naruto taking as much of his weight as she could. The silence was comfortable, even if it did drag on because of the slow pace.

"Put me down, Minato! I didn't ask for this! Let me go!" There was a sudden rush of air as Minato ran past the two in the hallway, Itachi thrown mercilessly over his shoulder. The odd pair turned the corner, Fugaku walking calmly past Sasuke and Naruto, hands in his pockets and a wide grin stretching across his face until he disappeared around the corner as well. Itachi's shouting eventually faded into the awkward silence in the hallway.

"You saw that too, right?"

"You mean my dad carrying Itachi around? Yeah, I saw it."

"Good, at least this means I don't have a concussion."

"You know, you're brother's really pretty."

"He did look kind of like a girl, didn't he?" The two continued their slow pace down the hall to Sasuke's room, the silence broken, but the atmosphere just as comfortable as before.

. . . . . .

"Come on, say it!" Sasuke glared at the girl helping him stand and shook his head. "Oh, come on. I promised I'd fix you up so you might be presentable for shooting on Monday if you said it. It's just a few little words." Naruto pouted at the stoic young man.

Sasuke sighed in exasperation. "Fine, but I get to choose what we watch on TV while we rehearse later." He paused to look Naruto in the eye. "Thank you." He narrowed his eyes, his dark eyebrows knitting together in annoyance.

"Good boy. Now sit!" He heard the smack to his backside more than he felt it, but he stumbled the last two steps to his bed hurriedly anyway. "Alright, do you guys have a first aid kit in the house somewhere?"

Sasuke scooted farther back on his bed and rapped his fingers quietly on the edge of the mattress. "Bathroom on this floor, under the sink."

"Be right back." He watched her skip out of the room with a smile on his face. He tried to rotate his arm, but only got it raised a few inches before he felt something grating painfully in his shoulder. He swore quietly to himself while he undid a few buttons on the top of his shirt to look at his right shoulder. A nasty purple bruise was spread across the skin, which felt warm to the touch. There was a large bump just above his shoulder blade, and when he pressed on it, white-hot agony rippled along every nerve ending in his arm. He grit his teeth and wiped his left hand over the wet streaks on his cheeks.

"Found it." Naruto shut the door behind her and then hurried over to where Sasuke was sitting on his bed. "Where does it hurt?"

"It's mainly my shoulder. I think it's dislocated." Sasuke brushed his shirt away from the sensitive skin on his shoulder and grimaced at the sight again. Naruto leaned over his shoulder, her breath blowing out in warm gusts on his neck, and he shivered.

"Yeah, I think you're right. Go ahead and take your shirt off and I'll reset it." Naruto dropped the box beside Sasuke on the bed and helped him undo the last few buttons on his gray shirt and slid his arms through the sleeves with a bit of difficulty. Naruto dropped the shirt in the laundry basket inside of Sasuke's closet then left the room for a bit, returning a moment later with a small dish, which he recognized as the soap dish from the bathroom, full of water and a wash cloth.

"What's that for?" Sasuke took the cloth from Naruto when she handed it to him. She set the dish on the bedside table and turned back to face Sasuke, tying her hair behind her head with a hair tie she stole from Itachi's drawer in the bathroom.

"Put it between your teeth." She leaned over his shoulder again, running her cold hands along the feverish skin on his shoulder, poking a few spots randomly.

"Why would I do that?" Naruto sighed wearily.

"Just trust me." She seemed tired, and Sasuke wondered if it was because of him. Was it a pain to take care of him? 'Would she rather be taking care of Itachi?' The thought brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

Sasuke put the cloth between his teeth and bit down, feeling stupid when she looked at him with an amused glint in her eyes. She hugged him, or at least that felt like what she was doing until she put her knee down on the bed between his legs to get leverage. Sasuke's eyes widened when her knee brushed against his inner thigh, and he was grateful for the stupid towel when it blocked out the groan that leaked from between his lips.

Naruto's arm slid around his neck and she pressed the palm of her hand flat against the bump on his shoulder blade. Her other hand gripped tightly on his bicep, her fingers not even coming close to wrapping all the way around it, and he felt a swell in his manly pride at the fact.

"How the heck did you not notice this sooner?" Her breasts brushed against his chest when she laughed, and Sasuke tried his hardest to ignore the bare skin of her neck that was right in front of him. She pulled a bit on his arm, and every thought except for the ones attributed to pain fled from his mind. He swore, the word muffled by the towel clenched tightly between his teeth. "Sorry. Ready?" Sasuke nodded the best he could.

Naruto pulled his arm at an angle, applying quick and steady pressure to the spot on his back, and there was a loud crack that had Naruto gritting her own teeth in discomfort. Sasuke clenched his eyes shut, tears leaking out of the corners and down his cheeks. He breathed in a shaky breath and let it out slowly, biting down hard; now he knew why the towel was necessary.

Naruto rubbed the spot gently, searching for anything that was out of place, pleased when she found that it was as fixed as it was going to get. "Alright, it's set, but I'm going to need you to rotate it a few times and tell me how the motor function is." Naruto cupped his cheek gently to get him to look at her, and took the towel from his mouth once he had.

"How'd you know how to do that?" Sasuke moved his arm just a bit, and it already felt a whole lot better without the grating bone. He made one full rotation with his arm, grimacing at the soreness, but he felt that it was about as good as it was going to get for the time being. Naruto dipped the end of the towel into the dish of water she'd brought and ran it along the shallow cut on his cheek.

"I got beat up a lot when I was little. My mom or dad would always end up patching me up since we couldn't afford a visit to the hospital." She finished cleaning his face in silence. She set the bloodied towel in the water dish and knelt down on the ground in front of him. "Could you hand me the first aid kit?" Sasuke dropped the box in her lap, and rubbed gently at his neck, turning his arm occasionally to get used to the feeling of being sore so it wouldn't be so bad in the morning.

She pulled Sasuke's boots off as gently as she could, grateful that they unlaced all the way down. Sasuke leaned back, putting his weight on his left arm. He felt her fingertip brush the leg of his pants up his shin until it was bunched up under his knee.

"Could you spread your legs a little?" Sasuke blushed bright red, realizing what she'd asked while kneeling in front of him. 'Oh God, my mind's in the gutter.'

"Y-yeah, sure." Sasuke laid down on his back and did as he'd been instructed, covering his red face with his hands. She pushed the leg of his pants up over his knee to keep it up and ran her hands up and down his shin, inspecting a few of the larger bruises, glad that none of them were serious. Naruto slipped his black sock off of his foot and turned his ankle a bit.

"This, I might not be able to fix. I think you fractured it. You may have to see a doctor tomorrow." Her hands were so cold on his ankle, and it felt incredibly good; like an ice pack. She twisted his foot just the slightest bit. "Where does it hurt?"

Sasuke sat up and leaned down to inspect his ankle. "Around here mainly, but it only hurts when I apply pressure, like when I stand." He pointed at a spot that was a bit darker than the surrounding bruising.

Naruto kissed the spot gently, just barely brushing her lips against the spot, then smiled up at Sasuke. "That's all I can do for now. I'll wrap it up the best I can until you can see someone about it. Let me look at your stomach too, you've got some swelling around that area. Do you mind?" Naruto stood and pushed Sasuke down to his back, and handed him the TV remote, laughing quietly to herself. "Entertain yourself, this may take a while."

"Tch." Sasuke cross his arm behind his head and flicked the television hanging on the wall across the room on, immediately flicking through channels. He winced on occasion whenever Naruto would tighten the bindings around his ankle, but he prided himself on not making a single sound throughout the entire process. Naruto ran her hands up between his legs, using his thighs to help her stand, and he strained to keep his eyes on the TV and not on the feminine hands that were inches from a place that very much wished they would climb a little higher on his legs.

She pressed around on his hips for a minute before moving up to the bare skin of his stomach, and he secretly wondered if she was still trying to help or if this had become an excuse to sexually harass him. When the tips of her thumbs slid just under the waist band of his jeans and pressed down, he realized he suddenly didn't care. "Where does it hurt?"

Naruto's hands moved back up and pressed around a few more places until she pushed down just under his naval, and his abs convulsed from the sudden pain. "What was that?! It didn't hurt before?" Sasuke tried to sit up, but Naruto's hand on his chest held him down for a moment longer.

"Have you had any trouble peeing?" Sasuke blushed, but shook his head anyway. "Did you take a hit here?" This time he nodded. "That explains it then. I was worried that you might've torn something, but I think it's alright. Let me wrap it so there's some pressure on it and you should be alright in a few days. I'm going to need you to sit up for a minute."

Sasuke sighed, but sat up anyways. Naruto scooted closer to him, her chest against his crotch, his legs spread wide so she could fit between them, and he blushed for the umpteenth time at the suggestive position. She pressed the end of the roll of gauze to the spot she'd pressed down on and had him hold it while she leaned even farther forward to wrap it around him a few times.

"You know, I'm going to kill Itachi after I'm done here." She cut the end of the gauze with a small pair of scissors and taped it so it'd stay down. She patted the tops of his legs and stood, stretching her back until several vertebrae popped.

"Feel free to, but make sure you do it before you take care of him so all of your work doesn't go to waste."

"I'm not taking care of Itachi. He said the fight was his fault and that he started it. Besides, my father has better medical knowledge than me anyway and offered to fix him up so I could help you out." Sasuke's heart dropped into his stomach. Itachi took the blame for him so Naruto wouldn't be mad.

"I see..." Sasuke frowned deeply until Naruto cupped his face in her hands and leaned in close. "What're you-"

"You split your lip." Her face was pink, and he wondered why it was now when she hadn't shown anything but professionalism while in much more suggestive positions than this just minutes ago. "Where does it hurt?" Her blush deepened.

Sasuke's eyebrows hit his hairline in surprise and his lips parted. He stumbled over a few incoherent words, babbling like an idiot until Naruto brushed her lips gently against his once, then twice, and finally applied pressure, her lips soft, yet keeping the kiss firm.

Sasuke's eyes were open in shock, but he pushed her away after about half of a minute. He swallowed thickly and looked at her, her expression one of a person that had been rejected yet again.

"Let's practice." Sasuke dragged Naruto onto the bed between his legs, her hands resting on his bare chest. He threaded his fingers through the hair at the base of her neck when she tried to pull away, worried about hurting one of his injuries. "Start." She hesitated until he glared at her, but cleared her throat to begin a moment later.

"Aaron, no! You're hurt." Naruto tried to push him away, but he pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist.

"Just this once. I need to do this, I need to figure out what I'm meant to do." He lowered his lips to hers in a chaste kiss, and pulled away to brush some hair behind her ear. Naruto's fingers spread out along his jaw line, and tears leaked down her cheeks. She slanted her lips against his again, drawing his bottom lip between her teeth. It was only a minute, but it felt so much longer. Sasuke felt tears prickle behind his closed eyelids, and he held her tightly to him, feeling as though if he let go then she'd disappear. Naruto's hands clenched into fists in his hair, and the tug on his scalp kept him grounded.

Naruto pulled away and looked him in the eye, her own watering over again in that exact moment. Sasuke brushed her tear away with his thumb, and he kissed her again, a gentle, loving kiss.

"I love you Aaron." Her voice was choked with tears and Sasuke couldn't tell if they were real or not. He threaded their fingers together and pressed his forehead to hers.

"I love you too." Her eyes glittered when he whispered his line, and he chuckle airily. "If only we'd had a camera."

"I know, right?" Naruto slid off of the bed and pulled her hair down, wiping the tears off of her face. "We'd have both looked a mess though."

"True."

"What are you kids doing in there?" Itachi knocked quietly on the door, and Naruto's face screwed up into an ugly scowl that Sasuke decided he really didn't like.

"Just finishing up." Itachi left with a sad sounding 'Okay' and Naruto slammed the lid of the box down. "I can't believe he beat you up when he was the one that took your stuff." Sasuke stared at the back of her blonde head, watching her wring the towel out in the water dish.

"It wasn't Itachi. I started it." Sasuke rested his elbows on his knees and hung his head, watching Naruto's feet freeze after he spoke.

"I-it was you? But, why?"

"I was angry, and let my temper get the best of me. I just took it out on Itachi, and he tried to let me get off without paying for it. I'm an idiot." Naruto lifted his head by a gentle finger under his chin, and he half expected her to hit him.

She pressed her lips against his forehead, then gathered her stuff and headed for the door. "Goodnight, Sasuke." She shut the door quietly behind her, and he listened to her receding footsteps until he couldn't hear them anymore. He hadn't gotten to thank her.

Sasuke ran his fingers over his forehead, the words she'd asked each time she'd found a new injury bringing a new meaning to him, and he wondered how often she'd been asked that simple question in her life; how many times she'd come home black and blue just because of how she looked or who her family was. He'd been one of the people to hurt her back then, and he knew that he hurt her now too every time he pushed her away.

"Where does it hurt?" His hand brushed over his heart, and he just new that there was an injury she'd missed, and that it was his fault she couldn't find it. He just wasn't sure if she'd be the one to be able to fix it.

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End Chapter 10.

1. Alright, well this seems a bit angsty, and I'm not overly pleased with this chapter, but it'll do. I do like the whole thing with Naruto, how she knows about injuries because of the harsh ways she was treated as a child. I hope you all like it better than I do. I don't really have much to say, so I won't rant a whole lot, so I guess that this is really all for now. If you actually like this chapter, let me know, because I'm really unsure about it. Thanks!

R & R, Love AMB11.