...Don't kill me.

Super late, yes. No apologies could be enough to explain how sorry I am.

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I stared at the stage, my arms folded across my chest in interest. Actually, it was more like disturbance. I had told Naruto to do his best so that he really would, as this collaboration is a huge deal for UDA and his own career, but I was hoping that this show wouldn't look so...real.

Kakashi insist on telling me that it's nothing, but the way they look at each other when they hold each other or have another intense locking position, makes me feel as if it was something. This story was supposed to be about two lovers, one supporting the other in a time of great need, and they both seem to play the lovers part as if they knew what it was like to love one another.

I still hadn't seen the end of their routine, so when the pink-haired girl leant back on her toes and almost fell, the blonde obviously catching her and holding her in his arms, and the two stood so close that their lips almost touched, I felt a rush of jealousy flood through me.

I turned around from the large screen, placing my fingers on the bridge of my nose and sighing heavily.

"It's nothing you can control, Sasuke; those feelings and the show." Kakashi's calm voice seemed to massage my tense shoulders.

"I'm aware. It still doesn't change the fact that I will still feel things like this without a say about it." Kakashi chuckled softly.

"As a doctor, and as an older man, I can honestly tell you that everybody has had or has to struggle with the same feelings." The mood changed very quickly. "Oh, their show is finished. You might want to go congratulate my little fox, maybe tell him some of your exciting news from the higher ups." I nodded, agreeing with his words and walking to said man.

I saw him from behind the thick red curtain of the side stage area, my feet stopping in their tracks once I noticed that he was talking to the pinkette. It wasn't normally in my morals to eavesdrop, but I could not help myself this time.

"I think you did a great job, Sakura." This was Naruto's voice, his soft and almost ironic compared to his words.

"Same with you," she nodded at him. "I'm impressed with how well you portray a certain persona when you need to." She smiled softly.

"Well this act wasn't hard. All I had to do was think of how we used to be, how we used to look and talk and dance with each other, and I was fine." He chuckled and scratched the back of his head in the way he does when he's nervous, Sakura's smile drooping slightly.

So there was something going on.

"Naruto...I miss you.." Her emeralds started to water, my eyes rolling at the sight. Naruto stood still, his jaw clenched together along with his hands. "I miss your hugs, your kisses, your love. I miss you, Naruto...so much." She hugged him, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Naruto slowly put his arms around her, the action not as sensual or needy as her's. "I've missed you too, Sakura." He smiled slightly when he said this, a different type of smile than her own.

"We can start over, Naru. We can forget all about what happened a few years ago and just-" The pink-haired girl began, the blonde interrupting her quickly.

"No." He let her go, taking a step back with watery eyes. "No, Sakura, we can't. I don't know if you realize it, but I don't have this scar for no reason. What happened...that won't ever leave me." He looked at the ground and shook his head softly. "I'm sorry, Sakura, but my feelings for you disappeared the moment I realized that I was never going to have you...the moment I went through the rehabilitation after my nights in the hospital." He looked at her, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips.

He grabbed the sides of her face, placing a small kiss on the top of her forehead before taking a few steps back. "Bye, Sakura-chan."

She ran off, probably to go cry somewhere, and I couldn't help myself but walk over to the blonde. "Good job out there tonight, Naruto." I shoved my hands in my pockets as I watched him jump and spin around quickly.

"Haha, thanks!" He shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"I'd been expecting a call in a few days from Kakashi; higher ups have some feedback that they need to present to you." Naruto looked surprised at my words for a split second before laughing and giving me a simple 'okay'. He turned and walked the other way, probably going to cool off.

Now.

"Naruto, go on a date with me." There was nobody else around at the moment, just us two, so my voice echoed in the distance between us.

He tuned around slowly, his eyebrows knit together in an almost furious-looking way. However, I knew he wasn't mad. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me," I mentally urged myself to press the issue further, determined to get him out with me. "You and I, dinner; Now."

I could practically see the stupid clogging his brain.

"What the hell?" I blinked, not a typical reaction that I would accept. "Are you sure that you say who you are, 'Sasuke'? Where is the real Sasuke, and who are you?"

My eyebrow twitched slightly. "Is there something wrong with wanting to go on a date with you?"

"Uh, yeah! Let's start with the fact that a few days ago you said you wanted nothing to do with me."

I shrugged. "I changed my mind."

"God dammit, Sasuke!" He threw his hands up before sighing and apologizing under his breath. "Stop changing your goddamn mind..." He whispered as he looked away.

I wonder what he's thinking...

I smirked mentally, playing what I knew would be playing one of my last cards.

"There's a reason that we're Mates, is there not?" My wrist began to tingle, a sign that his Mark was doing the same as well. His deep blue oceans were filled with concern and scare, a weird combination to mix together. I took his vulnerability to my advantage and continued to persuade him. "You and I both know that sometimes we can't help how much we need to see each other. We also know that there is a reason that we would be Mates in the first place."

There was a silence, the blonde's eyes now closed and his left hand gripping his right shoulder.

One more.

"We can't avoid this, so why not make the best out of it?"

I smirked once the other groaned.

"Fine."

"Are you serious?" I looked at the raven in front of me, grinning from ear to ear behind the coverage of my hand. "You really have never eaten pizza before?" -I love this part, lol-

We were currently sitting in a pizza parlour booth, the tacky seat comfy, contrary to Sasuke's beliefs. As of now, I have just found out that this high-and-mighty Uchiha has never even had something as delicious as pizza. I mean like, come on! How do you never have pizza?

As if he was reading my mind, he responded. "It's not in Japanese culture to eat such...fowl things."

I rolled my eyes and opened the pizza box nice and wide as I spoke. "Well now you're in America so adapt to this, asshole. Besides," I shoved a nice and cheesy slice of pepperoni into my mouth. "It's delicious."

"Oh I'm sorry, did you say something? I don't talk to idiots who speak with their mouths full." I would've rolled my eyes at his typical statement if I wasn't enjoying my dinner as much as I was.

Once I finished that slice, I hummed in glee and looked at my so called "date". Speaking of date… "Weren't you supposed to be my date or something?"

Sasuke just stared at me, and unamused look on his face that practically screamed "Are you stupid?".

"Well the reason I asked is because it would be rude to not eat along with me. Plus, you're boring." I shrugged at his glare, a part of me shrinking in fear at his gruesome stares. "If you don't do something, I'm just going to eat as much as I want, leave without paying, and never speak with you again." I picked up another slice of the mouth-watering junk, lifting it to my mouth and sinking my teeth into it's warm and gooey pleasures.

"Have fun trying to deal without me." This statement was enough to make me stop chewing and stare at him, my pizza pulling away from my lips and dropped back down onto the cardboard box.

"What the hell is your problem?"

His coal eyes stared right back at my deep blue oceans, the intensity of our glares increasing along with the tension between us. His lip was turned a little too far down to be his normal frown, a sign that he was aggravated by something.

"My problem?" He replied cooly, our gazes unwavered.

"Yes, your problem; you like to act as if I can't live without the oh-so-glamorous Uchiha. You never think about the other side of this equation, like the part where you need me just as much as I need you." We stared at each other for a while before I closed the box and stood. "Look asshole, I don't know what your deal is but you asked me out on a date, and I'm not really enjoying it so I think I'll take my leave."

I hurriedly grabbed the thick brown box, walking out of the pizza place and snuggling closer to my jacket. There wasn't much snow left, but the crisp air held a bit of a bite to it.

I looked to my right and checked the street sign, walking a bit faster than normal incase the bastard decided to come after me. Luckily, I knew this area by heart and quickly descended down the unlit sidewalks. Of course I get kind of concerned about my safety in this...not as nice area in the night time, but it's one of the areas I grew up in and I had become accustomed to the atmosphere.

I took my keys out, shoving one of them into the old lock on the double doors and letting the chain drop once it let loose. I ran, more like stumbled, into the worn down dance academy and laid down on the floor. The pizza box fell to the side, my arms and legs sprawled out carelessly. I pulled my phone out from the cavern of my cotton sweatpants, checking the time and groaning.

It's only nine thirty. Well...might as well work out some more.

I danced and jumped and sang and yelled and basically just wasting the small amount of energy I had left. I eventually found myself repeating the routine from earlier, collapsing against one of the faded-green walls and letting out a few sobs. No matter how much someone could heal from a broken heart, or broken anything, that spot would always be soft and hindering in some form.

I was interrupted when I heard the shuffle of some feet, and then my chain scraping against the concrete, and I stood up defensively.

"'Ey look; some idiot left this place unlocked."

"Nah man, this place probably got painted already. It's been run-down for years." There were two guys, their voices similar in a way that they could be siblings.

"I say we take a look anyway." I heard some more shuffling, followed by a few footsteps inside of my studio. They both stopped, looking at each other before nodding. They were big, in the sense of muscle and not body size, yet slim; a deadly combination.

Oh hell no. They are not going to vandalize my studio.

Even though I knew this meant taking and stand and most likely getting hurt, I stood my ground and formed a fist in my right hand. "I believe you're in my studio."

They snickered at my confidence, one of them swinging at me. I dodged, barely, and crossed my arms in front of my face in order to block the other guy's punch. They left me no break, the larger one that had attacked me first swinging his leg and successfully bruising my shin. I winced but ducked, getting a jab at the smaller guy in his gut. He cursed and scooted back, the larger one coming for me again. I licked my lips nervously, trying to think of some possible way out of this fight; the odds were not in my favor.

I quietly pushed the door open, slipping in through the small opening and only releasing my grip on the doorknob when the door was fully shut. I took my shoes off and sighed softly, carefully stalking over to the bathroom. Once I thought it safe, I repeated the same procedure with the door as I had done earlier and flicked the lights on afterwards. Leaning against the ceramic bowl, I peered up at the mirror above it.

My right eye was already showing some purple, but it was mostly just swollen and a variety of shades of red. I frowned, looking at the bust in my lip and the various bruises on the visible parts of my body. I noticed a dark spot towards the side of my shirt, and, curiously, I lifted it to see a very angry looking wound.

Shit, that doesn't look too good. I need to clean it or else it will get infected.

I found some cotton balls and some rubbing alcohol, these objects the ones that I'm pretty sure I need, and pulled my useless tee off. I took in a deep breath, popping the lid off of the dark brown bottle and soaking the cotton ball with its harsh cleanser.

"One, two...three." I squeezed the little fluff ball directly onto my wound, a cry coming out from within me. I dropped the moist ball, my fingers trembling and my fresh cut stinging as I bit the inside of my cheek.

This is why I can't be a doctor.

The bathroom door burst open, an alarmed raven appearing in its doorway. "Naruto…?"

"Y-Yes, Sasuke?" I replied, or attempted to, and mentally cursed as he scanned the area and was most likely already judging me and my situation.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to me, taking the bottle and cotton balls into his own hands. "You're not exactly doing it right." He set the cotton balls back into their container, reach onto my shelf and grabbing some cotton swabs. He poured the cleanser into it's cap, then doused a few swabs in the liquid.

He squatted down in front of me. "It's going to sting, okay? Just grab onto me and you'll be fine." I looked down at him, his gaze already pointed at my own blue oceans. He didn't smile, or do anything, but I could tell that he was concerned and I gripped onto his shoulder before looking away.

"One..." My gripped tightened unconsciously, a sudden nervousness coming onto me as I mentally prepped myself. "Three."

I screamed for a quick second, more out of scare than pain, but quickly shut up once I felt a hand on my hip and a thumb rub at my side.

We spent a minute or two in silence, my teary eyes now dry from the comfort of his massaging. He spoke up once he began cleaning a deeper part of the cut. "How did this happen?"

I winced, trying to think of an answer to give him. "I u-uh, got into a fight?" He pressed down on the area he was working in, a small yelp coming from me. "A-Ah I'm sorry! Don't kill me."

My reply was followed by a small silence.

"You need to be more careful, dobe." My ears perked up at this, my little 'nickname' obviously meant to me be nothing more than just a murmur under his breath. However, I heard it; something that means war.

"Teme, don't call me dobe!" I looked down and saw a hint of amusement in the Uchiha's eyes.

Is he...enjoying this?

He must've finished what he was doing, because he stood back up and dispensed of the soiled materials into the trash can. He grabbed some wrapping tape and unraveled some of it, beginning to wrap around my torso with it. When he was finished, he tore and knotted it.

"You're bruised up, Naruto. You shouldn't have gotten in some reckless tousle without help to begin with." I looked at him skeptically, annoyance and curiosity stirring within me.

Is Sasuke Uchiha worried?

"Are you worried about me, Sasu-" I began but was quickly cut off.

"Did someone forget that the pain you experience also transfers to me? I felt it and now I'm aching as well, so thank you." I frowned at his sassy attitude and sighed.

"Whatever."

He smirked, obviously proud of himself in some type of way. I stared at him, his features tight and stiff from focusing on the work before him. He wasn't staring at me, but at my shoulder.

"You never told me about your scar." I gulped, figuring that my fantabulous story was on his mind.

I sighed. "It was the summer of my nineteenth birthday, when I met Sakura Haruno. She had been going to the same college as me at the time, and I had met her through some friends. By Christmas, we were best friends. We had known each other previously, but it was kind of just a mutual acquaintance that never really developed into anything else. Anyhow, we were really close and since my birthday had already passed, I was twenty. March came around and then it was her twenty-first birthday. Of course she had a huge party at some bar with tons of alcohol and strippers, and stuff happens when people are intoxicated, but afterwards she confessed that she had some feelings towards me. I thought we should give it a shot. Thus, a relationship began.

"I was twenty-one when Sakura and I got drunk and decided we were going to have sex. Of course, I had never seen her Mark and vice versa, so when we were getting into it and we discovered that we had different Insignias we fought and split." I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw. "I was utterly depressed and was criticized for it, not to mention I was getting a lot of hate for 'breaking her heart'. About a week later is when I tried to burn the very thing I thought was the cause for my strife."

I continued to explain this specific night. When I finished, I let out another breath I didn't know I held in and opened my blue orbs. They collided with grey irises, and we held each other's gaze for a while.

"H-Ha...A-Ariga...to…" It took me a few seconds to realize that the pale raven's lips moved, but once it clicked my eyes widened in surprised.

Did the bastard just...thank me?

He flicked his eyes towards a different direction. "I'll make the pizza date up to you another time." He turned and began walking towards the door when he stilled, looking back and pecking me on the shoulder. "Stay safe."

I sat there dumbfounded for a few minutes, my stomach twitching and jolting me awake.

I hate this.

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