The only Japanese will be names and cuss words (unless I can't find them). And they still will have the asterisks (*) and translations in at the bottom. If they're not here, they're in a previous chapter. Unimportant names—like store names that are irrelevant to the story and there for visual's sake—will be in English.

Yarō—asshole

Cherushī—Chelsea

Chikushō—damnit

Okotte—pissed

Kuso—fucking

Seikō—fuck

Orenji—Orange

Mazenta—Magenta

Jonasan—Jonathan

Mesu—bitch

Tawagato—shit

Shiri—ass

Kami—god

Jigoku—hell

Gomi—crap

Robāto—Robert

Hebia—snake, with an A to make it a name, pronounced he-buy-ah

Senshi—warrior

Tāru—turl

Burūsu—Bruce

Te—manus (another word for "fang," which is what Kiba's name means)

Kami—God

Akuma—Devil

Nee-sama—short for Onee-sama, or sister

Onigiri—second to tomatoes, one of Sasuke's favorite foods. It means, "rice ball."

DenkiMachi—the two Japanese words "denki" and "machi;" denki meaning electric and machi meaning town

Warui—badass

Baka—idiot (if you don't know that, I suggest you relearn Naruto)

Imawashii—damn(ed)

Kongō Tanoshii—Mixed (Kongō) Fun (Tannoshii)

Cha Ha—Tea (cha) Leaves (ha)

Luisanna—My godbro's name is Luis, and we were singing something (When I Grow Up, by the Pussy Cat Dolls) and he sang the lyrics wrong. Instead of "groupies" he said "boobies" so I started making fun of him. I started calling him Luisanna, because he wanted to have boobies and is a guy, and thus the name. He's my bestest friend. I thought I'd honor his living awesomeness with this one thing.

Kudaranai—shitty

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Suigetsu groaned, rubbing at his head. What in jigoku happened yesterday? Why did the sun hurt his eyes like it did? Did anybody remember his name! He sure didn't. Why was there a mass of blonde hair resting on his shoulders? Where was he? The sun wasn't fully up yet, Suigetsu assessed though it hurt his eyes to do so, so it meant that it wasn't even seven in the morning yet. Where did he leave Jūgo? Had he been with Jūgo before this? Kami, he didn't remember. He had such a hangover. Why was one of his hands still resting on the mass of blonde's shoulder?

At the sound of his yawn, the girl woke up. She jumped up and looked around, and then her purple eyes rested on her confused customer. She could easily tell that this one had a hangover. "So," she sighed, walking over to her clothes in her nude glory, "that'll be the agreed price. Three hundred ryō."

Awh, gomi. He'd meant to leave before she woke up. Hadn't he? Yeah, he still had the sense to not waste the few hundred ryō Sasuke—that was his boss's name, right?—had given him. Scanning the room—this was a motel room, he judged, not the same one where the boss-man was staying, but near it, and less respectable than that motel—Suigetsu looked for exits. There was the oh-so obvious door, which the woman was blocking, and the windows, which, as common sense told him, were painted shut. He could always break through the windows, but that would involve paying for the glass later. They were staying here for a while; the person running this place would eventually find him. Plus, when they left, it would give enemy ninja something to follow. Kami, Suigetsu had never loved being a ninja so much before in his life! If it weren't for his trained mind, he was sure he'd still be wondering what his name was. It was Suigetsu, right? Never mind that! He had to escape before paying her.

"Um…," Suigetsu drawled out, "you see…"

"You weren't planning to pay? Poor thing. Hand over the cash."

"Eh…sweetheart—" Suigetsu started, only to be interrupted by an irritated growl.

"Don't call me that. I was your 'sweetheart' last night. You don't pay, you don't get nicknames; you'll pay me, I'll make sure of it."

"Listen, girl," Suigetsu tried again, watching as the woman slipped into her shirt, "I don't remember where my wallet is in the room." He wasn't planning to pay, but plans change. This girl reminded him a lot of Karin, with her snippy attitude. He liked her. "So."

"Here it is!" she shouted, looking at a snakeskin wallet resting on her pants. She picked it up and opened it. Inside it, an ID lay. Orenji Jonasan. "Isn't your name Suigetsu?"

"Is it? I don't remember."

The girl rolled her purple eyes. "Did you dye your hair in that picture?" she asked rhetorically. "You look kind of funny." Suigetsu opened his mouth to say something, but the girl shrugged. "None of my business. Anyway, I'll just take my money and go." Her fingers thumbed through the green bills inside the wallet.

Suigetsu laughed as he stood from the bed, walking over to her and snatching away the wallet. "I don't think so. If I let you pay yourself, you'd steal my money! You remind me of a friend of mine, and she'd do that, so I have no doubt you'd do the same." He thumbed through the bills taking out a two hundred and a one hundred. "Here. Enjoy your dirty money," he said good-naturedly, handing over the two bills. The girl slipped on her pants and frowned at him. Suigetsu smirked, knowing that she had gotten a lot less than she expected. He had no doubt that with her other customers she got to pay herself. He was on an allowance, for Kami's sake, he had to be careful with it! He found his pants and slipped his wallet into them, then pulled them on. "Give me a second to get dressed before you open that door."

The girl scowled as Suigetsu pulled on his purple shirt. The shirt was dingy and there was a lighter line of purple running through its middle. She thought that there was a belt or something he usually wore but didn't today. The lighter line was clean, whereas the rest was dark and dirty. When he pulled that on and buttoned his pants, she ran out the door.

"Well," Suigetsu said, running his hands through his hair and walking out, "that was rude."

He went to the lobby, paid the room—which, not surprisingly, cost less then the girl—and walked out. The sun beat down on his eyes, torturing him as Sasuke would if he had done something wrong. He was just a street off from the motel.

He was walking back to the team when he found Jūgo, face up in the middle of the road, sleeping! Suigetsu laughed and walked to his teammate. He knew that the giant would have a worse hangover than he had; it took a lot—a lot—to knock Jūgo out. Suigetsu sat next to his friend and slapped him. That's what it usually took to wake him, and usually a lot of them. If he had let the giant out by himself, he was sure that only a wheel to the face would have woken him. The man didn't move, so Suigetsu slapped him again, harder. This time, the orange-haired man woke, his tangerine eyes unfocused and confused.

"What?" Jūgo shouted, eyes wide and ears aching at the sound of his own voice. "What happened? Where's my penguin?"

Suigetsu had to laugh. He just had to. "Penguin? Dude, we're in the Lightening Country not the North Pole," he said. Half of Jūgo's face was caked in dirt; Suigetsu was surprised it wasn't mud, because Jūgo was a sweaty sleeper. "C'mon. Get up. Sasuke's waiting."

"Sasuke-san?" Jūgo said the name as if he didn't know who that was. Suigetsu laughed and Jūgo plugged his ears at the sound. The aqua-headed teen helped his friend up and together they started to walk to the motel.

Sakura pulled on the leather jacket, zipped it up halfway, and buttoned the last two silver buttons. She looked herself in the small mirror of the bathroom. The sun left a bright glare on the leather and the spandex. The mesh-shirt underneath it, peeking out from on top of the zipper, was tight, like a second skin, but comfortable. Some of the mesh was visible, but most of what was showing was the spandex bra to which the mesh attached. Underneath the shirt, though it wasn't visible, Sakura had bound her breasts. Her pink hair, brighter now because of the wash and because of the complementing clothes, was falling into her eyes. Sakura smiled, brushing through it with her fingers, leaving it smooth, before looking at the burgundy ribbon that rested on the bathroom sink's counter. Sasuke was sleeping so she got dibs on the bigger bathroom; this one had a bathroom counter instead of just tap and a bowl. She made sure her hair was dry before gingerly picking up the thick silk ribbon. She wrapped it around her head, tied it on her forehead tightly, and turned it so that her hair covered the knot. She appraised herself in the mirror. Her pink hair was artfully curling; she had to admit it was adorable, but it was a pain in the shiri to brush. It floated behind the headband and left her eyes alone. Her bangs, however, stayed in front of the headband and steered clear of her face. Sakura smiled and rubbed her eyes, which were no longer itching with the irritation of her hair.

She slipped on her brown shin-guarding sandals, which matched amazingly with the rust-red leather, and walked out of the bathroom. The sun was just starting to rise over the horizon, even though it was giving off a lot of light; there was still the dark undertone of night in those bright rays. The water rushing in the other bathroom let Sakura know that Karin was showering. Sakura walked to the kitchen. She was hungry. The refrigerator, she noticed, had a lock on it. She had a feeling that if she went to the lobby to ask for keys, they'd make her pay. She may have had piles of money in her bag, but that didn't mean she was going to pay for eating when she—or, rather, Sasuke—had paid for the room. Over her dead body. Sakura took the gold-colored Master Lock in her hands and took out a bobby pin from the leather jacket. The clerk must have left it accidentally. Still, she didn't question it and picked the lock.

A fog of cold air engulfed her for a second before Sakura waved it away and looked into the brightly lit refrigerator. Milk, cheese, fruits, ham, baloney, a bar of Cortes chocolate, and drinking water were the only things in it. Resting above the fridge, Sakura spotted some bread. Curse her short height. Sakura scowled, realizing she couldn't get to it without help from Sasuke or Karin and Sasuke was asleep—Kami help Karin should she wake him, Sakura thought, and that's coming from someone who hated her—and Karin…well, she'd rather ask Akuma himself before requesting Karin's help. The rosette sighed and dragged out the fruit, water, and Cortes. She went to look for a pot to make the chocolate, checking their expiration dates before suckling on the strawberry she got from the box.

Finding a pan, she rested it on the stove, lit the stove, poured water into it, put a part of the Cortes bar into it, and waited. She searched the cabinets for sugar—Cortes chocolate was bitter without sugar—and took it out. That was when the door burst open, exposing the two hung-over men behind it. Sakura smiled—she was wondering when those two would show up—and lowered the flame on the melting chocolate bar.

Suigetsu smiled a wolfish smile. He gave a wolf whistle. "You look good!" he laughed. "Is Sasuke-sama taking you out someplace?"

Sakura laughed, her eyes lighting up with it. "Yeah, right! Sasuke's sleeping; after he wakes up I'm forcing him to visit Luisanna."

"Who?" Suigetsu asked, sounding a bit like an owl. Sakura smiled at the resemblance.

"A family member of his."

"I thought they were all dead?" the Hōzuki announced, his voice more of a question. His thin bluish-silver eyebrows were knitting together in inquiry.

Sakura smirked. "Itachi got around to it."

Suigetsu gave another wolf whistle, and behind him, Jūgo smirked. Then Jūgo shrugged off the smirk, sniffed and asked, "What smells so good?" They both walked in sitting in the chairs of the small table that the room provided.

"Cortes," Sakura said, as if that was the answer to all. "You guys want some?" She glanced at the stove in the small kitchen and rested the box of fruits in front of them. "Tsunade-senpai told me that warmth is always the answer to hangovers. That, and not to drink in the first place. Of course, being a ninja helps."

Eagerly, Jūgo nodded. Suigetsu leaned back in his chair, lifted his feet onto the table, grabbed a blackberry, and laughed as Sakura went back to stir the water and chocolate, which had now melted well. "So you're telling me that Itachi, Sasuke's brother, had a kid and named it Luisanna? Sounds like a silly name to me. What is it, Spanish?"

Sakura turned off the stove and pulled out five mugs. She served three of them and added sugar, then gave the boys theirs and leaned against the ugly counter to drink hers. "First of all, Sui, get your feet off of the table! People eat there." Sakura smiled, appeased, when the Hōzuki did as told. "Secondly, no, he did not name his child Luisanna, though it is a Puerto Rican name. Luisanna is the name of his child's mother; the baby is named Fugaku. And I won't say anymore because its Sasuke's family, he'll tell you if he wants to."

Jūgo grinned as he took another sip of the Cortes chocolate. "That's good," he said when he finished the mug and grabbed a handful of grapes. The plastic basket of fruit was full to the brim and fresh. "If you found Sasuke-sama's nephew and sister, shouldn't they come to Sound with us?" he asked, joining the conversation.

"That's what I'm telling him. I even told him he might be sterile to convince him," Sakura told them, taking a sip of her drink. Suigetsu burst out laughing.

"You told—" Suigetsu laughed, trying to get the words out. "You—you told Sasuke—that…that he might be—be sterile? Oh, Kami—Kami please hel…help Sakura-chan! Saku—Sakura-ch—chan, if I—I don't see you…tomorrow, I—I'll know why! Oh, Kami, he's going to kill you!"

Sakura walked over to him, cup in hand, and slapped the back of his head, only for it to turn to water upon impact. She scowled at him. "If you hadn't done that, you'd be in next week right now!" Sakura glared when Suigetsu reformed. Suigetsu gave a smug smirk. "Don't expect me to save you when Karin comes after you. She's pissed off right now." At that moment, the tap water of the smaller bathroom turned off. Sakura walked back to the counter.

"Why is it this time?" Suigetsu asked.

"She tried to seduce Sasuke with sweet-smelling candles and hiring someone to rape me. Needless to say, it didn't work out well. Useless to say that the teeth on the sidewalk were my cause." Sakura smiled ruthlessly. It was with this smile, full of bloodlust and anger, Suigetsu and Jūgo decided to stay away from the girl's bad side. Suigetsu had felt the fury of her fist, and that was when she was surprised, not angry. His jaw still hurt, though it was a lot easier to talk now.

"Yowza," Jūgo said.

"Yeah. And Jūgo, I'm not washing dishes. That goes for you, too, Sui."

Suigetsu wasn't listening. He was watching the door of the bathroom, and when Karin came out, fully dressed thank Kami, he shouted, "There she blows!" The redhead glared at him, walked over, and hit his head. "Not again, chikushō!" he shouted when he rehabilitated. Karin jerked her head as if to say, What're you going to do about it? and pursed her lips.

"Why are you so late?" the redhead ordered.

Suigetsu smirked. This time, it would be the truth, and she'd still think he was lying. Well, if she was going to think he was lying, he might as well make it good. "Slept across town with a sexy blonde. Something about a threesome that I can't remember. And I think I was neutered—I'm not sure. Nothing new."

Karin scowled, rolling her eyes, and turned to Jūgo, watching him for an answer. "I got drunk. Fell asleep on the road." Karin nodded at Jūgo's explanation and walked into the bedroom area.

"Don't wake—!" Sakura started to warn. Waking Sasuke was a fate worse than death. She wasn't surprised he was sleeping in; after all, he just met part of a family he thought was wiped out. "Gomi," she sighed, hearing as Sasuke's breathing changed. There was a crash and a whimper. "Hey, I tried!" she said when Suigetsu and Jūgo watched her with accusing eyes. "Fine, fine! I'll go check on her."

Suigetsu laughed as he walked to the room with Sakura. Karin looked like a cat with its tails between her legs. She was thrown haphazardly on one of the beds and she was frowning, checking her leg, which was turning purple. Sakura thought, looking over the room to the broken lamp, that Sasuke had thrown her across the room, accidentally breaking a lamp, and Karin had limped over to the bed. Sakura rested her hand on the girl's leg, letting it glow green. Karin slapped Sakura's hand away. "I can fix it myself!" she objected. Sakura lifted her hands over her head in a surrendering motion and went back to the kitchen. Suigetsu gave one last laugh before following.

"That was a little harsh, even for Sasuke," Jūgo said as his teammates entered the room.

Sakura shrugged. "He's not a morning person. Plus, he's okotte with her." Suigetsu agreed and sat in his chair, chewing on a fruit between laughs.

Robāto drunk his unhygienic water with pleasure that morning. His throat was dry and his lips were cracking. After he drank it, though, he spit out his saliva, which was layered with the taste of the water, into the sink. The guard who served it to him was masked this time, unlike the times before. The redhead disregarded it, just like he disregarded the molding bread.

"Let me out," the Haruno ordered. He feared that if he stayed in the cell for a second longer, the voice of Orochimaru would echo in his mind and drive him mad. "Let me out now." He sounded like a bratty kid on punishment.

The guard gave him a choppy laugh and said, "You don't get out until later to day, to go to court."

Court. Witnesses. Death. That couldn't happen if his daughter wasn't around. And she hadn't come visit in the past two days he'd been in prison. Don't threaten my niece. Seiko that idiot. "Listen," Robāto growled, "where is my daughter? I must speak to her."

"You should have done that before laying a finger on her. Child abuse, threaten of a ninja—it's a heavy list, so watch yourself."

Watch yourself… He knew the voice of the guard. It was the same idiot that told him to "watch himself around him." Robāto grabbed the collar of the uniformed cop. "Imposter!" he whispered, shaking the man by his collar. The man punched Robāto through the bars and picked himself up, removing his facemask. It was the same man.

"Don't touch me, you baka," he said, watching as one of Robāto's blue eyes swelled and turned purple with narrowing eyes. "I'm an undercover cop, and what you just did will get you locked up in here, at my mercy, even longer. Straiten up, the Hokage is coming to visit you. Be respectful."

Tsunade cracked her knuckles and walked with the captain to the cell of Konoha's Most Hated. "Please, Hokage-sama, forgive me if the prisoner is rude to you. He's—"

The blonde waved it off, finishing the sentence, "Rude to everyone. I know. Has he been eating?" The captain shrugged his shoulders. "Make sure he does. Sakura won't be happy if he's skin and— What the jigoku happened here?" She saw the guard talking to a fallen Robāto, his eyes narrowing. The man jumped at the sound of her voice bringing him to a standstill. He recovered himself quickly and stood strait, saluting. "At ease. Tell me, boy, what did this idiot do to make you give him that purple eye?"

"I—he—well—it—"

Tsunade laughed. "I approve, dummy."

The guard let out a deep breath and said strongly, "He was asking for Sakura-sama. I told him that after he what he did, he'll be seeing her anon today. He kept insisting and got violent grabbing my shirt. I punched him."

The Godaime Hokage laughed and, as she got closer to the cell, scowled at Robāto, who was standing up. "Shows him right. Robāto," she started, "I'd like to be able to knock you into next week, but as Hokage, I 'must have more restraint.' You're finally asking for your daughter are you?" Tsunade glared at Robāto with angry hazel eyes; Robāto met her glare with one of his own. "You'll see her soon enough. When she gets home, she's to report to me and you are to be washed for trial. Try not to get raped—there's a history of that here in an all-boy prison." With that, she spit on the floor at Robāto's feet and walked away. She hadn't let the redhead get one word in.

Sasuke ran his fingers through his hair and walked into the kitchen, where most of his team resided. Sakura had a mug in her hand, Suigetsu was making her laugh much to Sasuke's chagrin, and Jūgo was indulging himself with fruits. Sakura turned her pink head on Sasuke and smiled. "You want some Cortes? I didn't put any sugar in your cup in case you wanted any. It's bitter without it," she offered, and took a sip from her own cup, looking up at them with a chocolate mustache. Jūgo laughed at the sight. "You can't resist Cortes, Sasuke."

She was right. He didn't normally eat chocolate—the sweetness was off-putting—but Cortes was a different story. "Karin needs—" he started to deadpan, only to be stopped by Sakura's interruption.

"I know and I tried. She wouldn't let me," Sakura said. Her pink lips pursed and she pushed back her headband, which, Sasuke noticed, was the one he had bought her. Her whole outfit was the new one, with her old sandals. It made her look older, more like she belonged with Team Taka, as if she was a missing ninja to be dressing like that, with leather. "What did she do? You usually don't sprain someone's leg unless they did something really bad—like kiss you or something—you didn't use to anyway."

Sasuke ignored her and grabbed his mug to serve himself. He took a sip of the bitter chocolate and watched as Sakura's sage-colored eyes widened. She put the mug on the counter behind her and gasped.

"She did that?" Sakura asked, shocked. "Can I get a crack at her? Can I break her? Can I destroy her?"

Sasuke glared at her childish antics. It was good to have her back, to know that her childishness hadn't changed at all over the past four years. Honestly, he would like—love—to see sense beaten into Karin. But it wasn't ethical. Knowing Sakura, she would break Karin to the point of no return, trash the motel, and leave her charka signature everywhere to be tracked. Team Taka needed a charka tracker. "No," he deadpanned. "Go heal her."

"I told you I tried. Let her do it herself, like she said she could. We need to talk to Luisanna and visit Itachi's gravestone," Sakura refused. When Sasuke sent her a questioning look, Sakura sent her own don't give me that look. She wiped her milk mustache off and said, "Don't look at me like that; I know you want to visit Itachi. Anna wants you to visit him, I know it, and Fugaku likes you and he likes me. And if you aren't going," Sakura said, reaching over Sasuke's waist to put the mug in the sink, "I am."

"Who do you think you are?" Sasuke quizzed, amusement sneaking into his voice. He kind of liked the authority she thought she had.

Sakura smiled, her mood bright. She was happy. The Sasuke she knew was coming back little by little. She got closer to Sasuke; so close that only a thin magazine could fit in it. Jūgo and Suigetsu tried to keep in their smirks as Sasuke got more and more uncomfortable. "I think I'm part of Team Taka; I think that you are a bit paranoid about me albeit I became part of this team on my own will; I think that if Suigetsu, and Jūgo, and Karin get to do their own thing while you work with your family, I should be able to too; I think your head is swollen with a lot of hot air; but most of all, I think you need more human emotion." Sakura grinned at the beads of sweat beginning to grow on his hairline and stood on her tiptoes. Her lips touched the soft skin of Sasuke's cheek; Sasuke blushed a light red, barely visible to the naked eye. "I also think that you are adorable when you blush."

I put in another recap; I planned to do it every ten chapters but I got sidetracked.

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