Rosuto had suddenly disappeared from Konoha, sending everyone into a panic. A lot of people were expecting a replay of my disappearance, only no one knew why she had left. I had probably been the most panicked of all, but as always, I managed to keep a cool head. After years of watching, I was sure I knew Rosuto best, but I still had barely a clue where to start. It had turned out I didn't have to look far, because shortly after this thought a certain Inuzuka bumped into me.

"Hey Sasuke!" He greeted me cheerfully. Obviously he had no idea what was going on. "How's Sakura?" Some things never change… I just grunted and tried to push past him, but he grabbed my shoulder. "Woah! Slow down. I think you might be worse than Tuyteri…" Find your happy place, find your happy place, don't punch his face in.

"I'm busy." I grunted, but this obviously couldn't be the end of this.

"You're always busy." He snorted as he spun me around to face him. I just glared at him.

"Kiba, I have to go somewhere." I stated calmly.

Kiba threw his arms up in exasperation. "So? It can't be that important!"

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I. Need. To. Go."

Kiba rolled his eyes. "You're the exact opposite of Tuyteri's team."

I tried to stop my eyes from widening. "What?"

Kiba smiled, he seemed happy to have gotten a reaction out of me. "Yeah, when I went on that mission a few years back, they wouldn't run. I think that's why they lost. I'm obviously the better ninja."

It took a lot of effort not to hurt Kiba at this point. However, his words gave me an idea. "… Where was this mission?"

Kiba smiled wider, revealing his canine-like fangs. "Just around this temple inside the farmlands outside of Konoha, in the middle of nowhere."

I was familiar with the temple; I had passed it a few times during missions. "Bye," and with that, I left a surprised Kiba alone in the middle of the road.

Not too long after I had set off down the road, it had started to rain. However, my hair once again defied the laws of gravity, and stayed annoying erect. A long time ago, after I had realized my crush on Rosuto, I had tried to style it similarly to Kiba and Naruto in the various spikes around my head, but my hair was impossible to style. Somehow, it stayed naturally in the shape of duck's butt.

Anyway, I continued along the road despite the rain. It didn't really matter to me, I mean, what was getting a little wet over saving a friend?

However, finding her proved more difficult than I had bargained for. After I reached the temple, I had kind of stood around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. After a while, I headed back to the path, and decided to keep walking down it until something came up.

I walked for a long time, and I was starting to get sore. Endurance never had been my thing, I liked to be fast and get something over with. The longer you waited, the more tired you got, and the more likely you were to lose. However, time was ticking away, and I had no idea what to do next.

I never did have to figure out what to do though, because I was alerted of where to look by a bloodcurdling scream that rang through the air, which was shortly followed by a deeper, rougher scream. Probably a man and a woman, but was one Rosuto? I wasn't sure if I wanted to find out, but I had to.

I spun around to face the sound, and raced off in that direction, however, I found myself face to face with the side of a cliff. After a moment of deliberation, I jumped up and stuck my feet to the wall with chakra, running up it. It didn't take me long to reach the top and swing myself over. The sound of heavy breathing carried down the hallway, as well as soft moans and wails of pain that were barely wisps by my ear. The source of the sounds must be farther away, since this place had perfect conditions for amplifying sounds.

I quickly picked up the speed I had been using going up the cliff face, and raced in the direction I thought the sounds were coming from. It was hard, considering it echoed so badly that I'd go down one hallway only to have to loop back shortly after, but I made it to the correct spot eventually. The sounds led me straight to a wall. At first I thought I'd made a mistake again and would have to go back, but then a moan came again, and I knew that couldn't be right. The sounds were too clear. In exasperation, I put a hand up on the wall to lean on, but it slipped right through. I didn't hesitate to go through the wall, and entered into an extremely dark room, where all you could see was dark with darker against it. A bunch of masses lay on the floor, the source of the sound. Something dark that shone slightly in the small amount of light that had managed its way in. Blood from a body. It smelled strongly of the liquid in the room, and if I had not been trained by Orochimaru not to be affected by everything about injury of others, it might have made me gag.

I made my way over to one of the masses, one that was moaning.

"Hello?" I spoke softly, and the person rolled over, so they could look at me.

Chocolate brown eyes looked back at me, shining softly in the minimum of light. I had to bite my lip so as not to gasp.

The person smiled a soft smile, before they grimaced and moaned softly.

"It's okay, Rosuto." I said, but the person grabbed my arm in an iron grip that surprised since they were injured.

"I'm not Rosuto." They spoke so softly I had to lean in to hear them. "Rosuto is… my daughter." I leaned away to look at the person, but they just smiled softly and laid a hand gently on my cheek. "She chose well, you are handsome, and you must be loyal to come to find her." I opened my mouth to object, but the next moment, the smile slid from her face and her expression went vacant, and her hand went limp, before slipping away from my face to land on her chest. Her eyes became dull and marble like, still shining slightly in the light to make them eerie. I hoped I'd never have to see that happen to those chocolate brown eyes again. No, I'd make sure it wouldn't.

I checked each person after that, whispering Rosuto's name each time. The second last one grabbed my arm in an iron grip when I said her name, icy blue eyes burning into mine. "Don't speak of her." He snapped, before he hissed in pain and flinched, and then locked eyes with me again. "Leave here, she deserves to die. She defied her parents and tried to kill her." This shocked me. Rosuto was so quiet and gentle… Her, a murderer? It just didn't seem like her, and it just didn't make sense in my mind.

"You're lying." I snapped with more spite in my voice than I had expected.

The man smiled a smile so creepy that it scared me. Would I have looked like that if Rosuto hadn't pulled me out of the grip of revenge? I could almost see the bloodlust in his eyes, like he was imagining numerous ways of hurting me and images of me in pain.

"You spoke to her mother?" The man said, "I'm her father. Do we seem fine?"

I wanted so much to deny what the man was saying; to throw away my cool demeanour and just scream in his face. Still, I stayed calm. "She must have a reason."

The man smiled the same creepy smile again, making me have to suppress involuntary shivers. "You're right; I guess she might be a little upset that I killed her siblings."

My eyes widened in surprise, but quickly narrowed in anger. This man was just what I thought Itachi was for so long, a cold-blooded killer that had murdered his family for barely a reason. I couldn't hold back the feelings I had been for so long, and punched the man square in the face. He cried out in surprise and pain.

"Bastard- You-" I spoke between punches, "Killed- Your- Family? The only people- who ever- cared for you? Ones who had- A much longer- time to live- than you? People- who deserved- to live- more than- you scum!" I threw my hardest punch then, before pulling back and glaring at the man with the most intensity I could muster. The man stared back at me, but his bloody face made him seem much less intimidating.

"Who are you?"

"The last of the other clan that was murdered by one of its own, Uchiha Sasuke."

The man smirked. "My daughter's gotten better than she deserves; a genius and a real survivor instead of a coward and a lucky break like she had."

That earned him another punch in the face. He grimaced at the shot and his expression went slack, leaving dull open eyes. He was dead, but I hoped he'd died less peacefully than the woman who claimed to be Rosuto's mother.

I heard a mumble next to us, and looked over towards the sound to see the last person, huddled into a ball as though they were cold. I glared at the man one last time and stood up from my place crouched over him, taking one step to close the distance between me and the last person.

"Rosuto?" I said softly, and the person, shifted slightly, but didn't move. I leaned closer in the hopes to make out any of the person's features. I instantly recognized the face, and froze. My fears were coming true, with the image of her hair soaked in blood. I wasn't sure whose blood it was.

I lifted her into my arms, and left the room and into the poorly lit hallway, which was at least brighter than that room. I quickly noticed the wound on her forehead, but to my relief, it wasn't near fatal. Still, it was deep, and could get infected if left alone for long.

I rushed outside, trying to find the correct way out through the tons of winding hallways. There wasn't any moaning to follow us this time.

Once we were outside, I tried to wake Rosuto up as we walked, and I had made it to the point where I was travelling through the trees when she opened her eyes. I stopped jumping, and landed on a branch, then looked down. Our eyes connected, and I could feel my heartbeat speed up with both the close proximity between us and the memory of the same chocolate eyes of her mother that burned into mine like her father's gaze had. I didn't doubt she was their daughter anymore, but I pitied the thought.

"Rosuto?" I question, testing her ability to hear and respond to me. I'm surprised by the worry in my voice which makes my voice sound more like a croak than anything.

Rosuto stares at me for a moment, whether in surprise or just a blank stare, I'm not sure. "Sasuke," She says simply, as if to confirm to herself who I am. The sound of her voice and the fact that she spoke my name sends shivers up my spine, which I immediately feel ashamed of.

"Don't strain yourself," I tell her, and she nods softly, before nuzzling her head into my chest, which makes me hesitate from surprise, and I can feel the heat rush up to my face. This surprises me. The cold, stoic boy who never reacts when fan girls are throwing themselves at him, blushing? I look down at Rosuto one last time before taking off running again, carrying her with ease. She is lighter than I predicted. I think of this as well as my surroundings, in the hopes that I can distract myself, but it doesn't work for long.

What had happened?

This is the thought that runs through my head constantly. I glance down at Rosuto again, wondering if she is unconscious or merely asleep. I know nothing of medical conditions. Should I keep her awake?

God, she still makes me turn to mush.

I grunt and turn my attention to the path before me, but I still am extremely aware of the girl in my arms, who faintly resembles a fallen angel. I'm the only one who could make that comparison, aren't I?

This is going to be a long trip to Konoha.

She shifts in her sleep, and I can't help but feel like I'm invading her privacy by watching her sleep. Though it does feel kind of nice… Bad Sasuke! You are not a pervert… At least, I think I'm not. No, don't doubt it!

Crap, I'm having an argument with myself. Now I can be truly classified as insane.

Rosuto shifts slightly in my arms again, and snuggles her head into my chest as she does so. I hesitate, and I can feel the heat rush up to my face. Even though she had just done this, it still flusters me. Oh, what people would do if they saw me now…