Sorry, the fighting scene is… well… pathetic… or at least in my standards. I saw it in my mind… but found it hard to put it down in writing, for two reasons.

One, because in my mind, I can't really see what is happening. It is a night time fight, with very little light.

And two, because I would be repeating the same descriptions, over and over again.

Only a tad boring… -_-

Oh, well. Here it is, and I hope you guys like it!!!

***

"I did not come here just to talk."

The words hung in the air, as the atmosphere became cooler, and more deeply than before. If there had been a commentator there, to commentate on the fight, he could have used many words to describe the space between the two shinobi.

Tension that could be cut with a knife…

A furious mixture of burning hate, and freezing hostility emitting from the pair...

A dangerous and deadly simmering of death intent…

The two figures stood, silent and serious on the training ground, their silhouettes only lit by the moon. In a split second, they were gone, disappearing as they ran forward to attack each other. The clash of metal on metal sounded, and the fight began, their forms moving at breath neck speeds, fighting furiously and aggressively, all technique thrown out the window, and their most deadly moves being used, with the exception of Kakashi's Mangekyo Sharingan.

The silver blades flashed in the light, and both men flew back, gripping the ground, as their feet skidded, their bodies thrown by the impact. They stood, but where gone again, back at each other, their blades trying to find purchase in the others chest, or limb.

The first hit was from Neji, as his chakra filled fingers sunk into Kakashi's arm. The hit limb went numb, stopping the flow of chakra to it, and hitting a nerve point while it was at it, and causing the arm to fall uselessly to his side.

Kakashi's blade flew up, slicing through the air near Neji's unprotected side, cutting deep through his flesh, and drawing the first blood of the match. While Neji might have gotten the first hit, Kakashi drew blood, and that alone, sent both testosterone fuelled men into a type of fighting frenzy, as they went at each other again.

Lighting attacks lit up the training grounds, and flashes of blue chakra and darting fists. Fire erupted and smoke poofed from clones as hands blurred in hand signs, and kunai and shurikun spun across the grounds and into moving bodies.

They fought, until their blood flew into the air.

***

Sakura sat on a park bench, just outside the hospital. She stared up into the sky, breathing in the deep air, relaxing back into the cold stone bench. Occasionally a shiver would run through her from the cold chill of the air, but the rest of the time, she was peaceful. Or as peaceful as an irritable kunoichi would be when she had been waiting for over four hours. She had been told by one of the nurses, while being glared at enviously, that Kakashi-kun would be by to pick her up soon.

He was late.

As per normal.

But four hours was a long time, even for him.

'Nah, he made you guys wait that time for five and a half hours when you were a gennin…' Inner Sakura spoke up, glaring at the image of Kakashi in her head. She was not a happy camper.

But they were campers at that moment, because they had been released from the hospital, with no key to go home, as the Hokage had taken off her, and more than likely gotten Shizune to get a hold of the spare one outside her apartment. And considering that she had no key to open Kakashi's place, and had no idea where it even was, she could obviously not go there until Kakashi picked her up.

"This sucks."

***

Kakashi slumped into his apartment, falling onto his bed with a groan. Nobody had won the fight, as both of them had agreed without talking, that they would have to continue it just after they both got back from a mission, or something, to cover up their injuries when they fought again. The nurses and hospital staff would become suspicious if they turned up there with deep wounds, broken bones, and small bruises after having no missions.

He glared at the ceiling, before forcing himself up, and falling in the general direction of his chest of drawers. He need clothing to have a shower, to wash all of the blood and dirt and mud and grass off him. He was a mess, and he knew it. Pulling out his plain clothes, that he used as sleeping gear, he pushed himself off the wooden chest to go over to his bathroom.

His bright blood did not contrast as much with the aluminium greys and navy blues of his bathroom. He liked that. The white colours of most bathrooms reminded him of hospitals. Horrible places hospital buildings, more like torture buildings to Kakashi's experiences.

Removing his clothing was not as hard as stepping into the shower and turning it on, although Kakashi's muscle ached as he pulled his long, black sleeved top over his shoulders and head, and let it drop to the ground with a squelching noise. With it went the pants and under gear, pulled down to the floor by gravity, much like Kakashi's arms. They hung by his side, dangling lazily.

The Hyuuga boy had really done a number on him.

Or at the very least given him a good fight.

***

Neji grunted as he opened the door to his rooms of the Hyuuga complex. He had managed to avoid almost all of the other members of the clan, except for one older fourth cousin of his who had been on gate duty. He only looked at him, his arms crossed as he looked at the young Hyuuga prodigy with his eyebrows raised, before nodding him in the gates.

A roll of bandages sat on his neatly made bed, a small pile of bloodied weapons lying on the floor being the only messy and untidy item in the small wooden room. He hissed as he pulled his clothes of his shoulders, eternally grateful to the loose, baggy clothing of the Hyuuga clan as he tried prying it off his burnt shoulders. The sharingan welder had not gone easy on him, at all, and had used a variety of elemental attacks on him, including fire based attacks, some water and wind types, and one lighting based jutsu.

If it weren't for the fact that they were seriously fight against each other, Neji would be tempted to ask the Copy Ninja to train with him. But Neji was not stupid, in fact, he was extremely smart, as he had finally figured out why Kakashi had such a vendetta against him.

The Copy Nin was jealous of him.

For some reason or another, the silver haired shinobi felt challenged by the Hyuuga, and wanted to prove that he as the stronger of the two. Neji had found that much out from the fight, although he had no idea what set Kakashi off, and pushed him to fighting, but either way, Neji was not complaining, as he was angry with the Copy Nin's treatment of Sakura.

And maybe there were other reasons to Neji's grudge against Kakashi…

Even if Neji felt like he had had his ass handed to him by the more experienced shinobi, and had been chewed up and spat back out by some insanely strong monster. He knew that Kakashi was strong, but he had not known how strong, until he fought the silver haired jounin.

It was needless to say, that he was not looking forward to the experience again.

***

Sakura lay back on the bench, looking up at the stars.

It had been five hours now.

She was still waiting.

"Where the hell is he?!" She growled, sitting up suddenly, and regretting it as soon as she felt the pain in her chest at the sharp motion. The nurses and doctors had warned her about needing to take it easy. Sometimes her temper got the better of her medic side.

She glared down the deserted street from the hospital, her stomach grumbling maddeningly. She had not eaten since her little 'afternoon' tea like meal that she had before preparing to leave the hospital. She snarled at the ache in her belly, before standing up and glancing between the hospital and the road from it.

She tossed up the idea of going inside the hospital and eating in the cafeteria, before sitting back down on the bench, a small light of faith, keeping her hoping that Kakashi would come on get her soon. As it became apparent that he wasn't coming, she stood back up, and with one last glance back down the road, opened the hospital doors, and went inside.

He let her down.

So she gave up on waiting for him.

***

Kakashi washed the last of the grime from out from underneath his nails and from his body, and rubbed the soap over his body, wincing as his cuts stung and ached from the anti-bacterial soap that he was using. He let the water run over his sore body, before reluctantly turning off the shower and stepping out, dying himself down with a fluffy navy blue towel. The great thing about dark clothes and dark towels meant that the blood was harder to see, and there were no horrible stains in them.

He clumsily wrapped his wounds, before piling into bed, his body collapsing against the mattress in a satisfying thump sound. His head hit the pillow, and his eyes closed, shutting slowly as he blinked at the ceiling, promising himself to rewrap the bandages the next day. A stray thought entered his mind, as feeling of importance was releasing from his subconsciousness, before he fell asleep.

'Why do I feel like I am forgetting something…?'

***

Lol… silly Kakashi…

I can soooooo see a little comic thing of that last part… Sakura fuming, wondering where he is, while Kakashi is all warm, cuddly, and snuggled up in bed, all like… 'hmmmm… why do I feel like I have forgotten something…?'

Lol…

Sakura will not be happy… but I think you guys realised that… he he… and the catalyst is added to my story… Mu haha…