Disclaimer/ No, I do not own Naruto and I never will. Go ahead and be mean about it. If I owned Naruto, you would know about it.

AN/:The play opens with the King of Navarre and three noble companions, Berowne, Dumaine, and Longaville, taking an oath to devote themselves to three years of study, promising not to give in to the company of women — Berowne somewhat more hesitantly than the others. Berowne reminds the king that the princess and her three ladies are coming to the kingdom and it was suicidal for the King to agree to this law. The King denies what Berowne says, insisting that the ladies make their camp in the field outside of his court. The King and his men comically fall in love with the princess and her ladies.

Dedication:...All those looking forward to December when we will be having another Sakura sort of contest!

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Love's Labours Lost

"To do good to one's enemies is love's labours lost."

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Having sworn too hard-a-keeping oath,
Study to break it and not break my troth.

Berowne, scene i

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Moving on her own, Sakura shuffled down the hall in her hospital slippers with one hand coiled around the metal pole holding up her IV pack, and another holding on the wall for balance. Her hair had been pinned up by one of the nurses and a pair of extra glasses with her prescription lenses had been found out of the mess in her house. Her skin was still pale from the blood loss, but nowhere near as bad as it used to be. Soon it would be a healthy peach color with all the good food Hospitals were not credited with having. Even if she was this sore she was taking great pains not to look it.

One of the nurses who had just come out of a patient's room saw Sakura moving down the hall on her own and smiled to herself. The small girl was trying so hard despite the heavy cast around her leg and the many smaller bandages placed over simple tear wounds in the flesh.

Two weeks and a half after waking up, anyone would say she was doing well for someone her age. Truly, when some of the nurses saw how thin and malnourished she was they doubted how well she would recover without the needed nutrients and vitamins, but she recovered all the same. Almost as if her will was enough to move her crippled form out of bed, she shocked and wowed them all.

"Look at her go, Akio," the nurse whispered to her coworker. "Isn't she just a doll?"

"She is, and I feel so sorry for her, loosing her parents like that and ending up so broken. You know she used to do ballet?'

"Oh no, poor dear. You think she will be able to go back to it?"

"Those bones of hers took it hard, only time will tell if the physical therapy will work. I have to run now, another call for room fifty three, that boy's giving trouble again."

"Oh, I feel so sorry for you."

Sakura closed her eyes and opened her mouth, breathing in and out that way so she wasn't distracted by the idle chatter of the female nurses. She knew what they were saying, even before they said it and it bothered her every-time she heard it. They didn't know about her family life at home, so they had no right to say anything about her being poor for her loss, if anything she was happy she was alone for once. They didn't know if she wasn't going to make a full recovery, so they should stop taking in tones that held so much pity. It was almost as if they were expecting her to fall over and snap her spine in half and be bed ridden for the rest of her life with a silver spoon and bell to ring for her servants.

"Ugh..." she hissed, feeling her heart throb in pain as if being pressed against the side of a sharp rib. Fingers wet from sweet slipped down the metal pole and her knees bent forward, stressing under her weight. But as soon as it had come, it was gone, faded and distant in memory. "See? it was nothing to be worried over... nothing at all."

Turning her eyes back to the way ahead of her, Sakura struggled onwards, determined to use her body after so long a rest in bed. She was hungry for movement and tired of confinement. She didn't like being restricted to her bed and trapped in a room with only one way out. She wanted to be out in the open and under the sun beams. How rare was that for her after so many years of a cage like house and mucked up windows?

The older doctor who had preformed surgery on her saw her on his way down and smiled at her, quickly telling her to take it easy and not strain her leg even if it was mostly healed. She smiled back and told him he didn't need to worry before thanking him with a small bow and a blush.

Her glasses slipped down the bridge of her nose and so she had to put all her weight on her hold to the IV pole to push them back up. Silently flustering with semi curses, she scolded herself for looking down so much. She needed to look up more often and not be such a cheesecake. Yeah, once she completed this lap around the floor she would go back to bed that much stronger, and then they next day she would do it all again, striving for more.

"Yoshi," she whispered to herself with a newly kindled resolve; a resolve that hadn't even existed in embers before the accident. With that in mind, the timid little dust moth flapped her wings and started forward. The dust around her old cocoon was settling for good and she would never upset it nor return to it in fear.

With her back to the long hall, she never notice that nurse run out of room fifty three calling out to the doctor something about a missing patient.

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And I, forsooth, in love! I that have been love's whip;
A very beadle to a humorous sigh.

Berowne, scene i

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Knowing she couldn't drag her IV up with her, Sakura slipped the plastic tube out of her arm, wincing as it stretched the flap of skin before going up the few steeps to the roof. If she didn't know better, she would have guessed that they built those extra steeps just to stop patients from walking up to the exposed area. The door was a heavy push one, and she had a hard time opening it, failing two or three times before she was able to stick her foot in the crack and slip in through the crack.

Rooftops were her favorite place to be she mused to herself, remembering all the time she had snuck up to the school roof or climbed up her own to make it look like she wasn't home. Too bad Shikamaru wasn't nearby, otherwise she would have asked him to go cloud watching with her.

There were several clotheslines set up with large white bed sheets hanging over them like trapped ghosts against the wind. The smell of laundry detergent and softener seemed to remind Sakura of lavender, and she didn't doubt that, that was what the cleaners were scented.

Reaching out she grabbed a piece of the sheet and held it in her hands, letting it fall over her palms and fingertips. It slipped out of her hold and she reached for it again, pulling it further back, only to drop it and gasp, her heart jumping from her chest. Thinking she had imagined it, she stepped forward and pulled back the sheet again.

"What are you looking at, shorty?" the grumpy young male snapped, pulling the white sheet tighter around his body. He was sitting down on the cement floor with one of the bed sheets wrapped around his body and over his head in a protective manner.

Thinking about it, Sakura was sure she knew this guy from her school. Not personally, because he wasn't the type to go out his way for people like her, but through others she recalled him to her memory. "S-Suigetsu? What are you doing here in the hospital, I thought you were on the swim team?"

"That's really none of your business, four eyes," he snapped, glaring at her.

Smiling softly, Sakura pulled back the sheet far enough to let her through and hobbled over to his side. He protested of course, but she ignored his words and sat herself down with only minor difficulty thanks to her leg.

"What are you doing? Did I say you could sit there?" he snapped, obviously annoyed. His annoyance only increased when she refused to answer, instead staring up at the lightly clouded sky. "Oi, four eyes, I asked you a question! Can't you hear me or are you hard of hearing too."

"I heard you," Sakura replied, a quiet, calm smile in place as she turned to look over at him. "I just didn't think it was nessiary to answer. It's obvious I'm sitting down next to you."

"And who told you that was okay?"

"Me!"

Suigetsu made a face and huffed in agitation. "You're really more of a nut case than I give you credit for. I don't know what Haku and Juugo see in someone like you. You give me a headache just by being here, you know."

"Is that why you are in the hospital?"

He growled this time. "I already told you, I thought. You don't need to know so stop butting into by business."

Sakura didn't answer immediately and so he thought she really had given up and intended to leave him alone, but Suigetsuwas wrong, she was just waiting till the right cloud drifted across her sky to start talking. "I knew... or at least my parents knew your parents. Your dad was a regular at the bar my dad ran and I know about your mom too, so I can only imagine what your life was like. Probably not much more better than mine, considering how much alike our fathers were. Am I right?"

The pale boy drew his blanket tighter around his body and dipped his head so that she couldn't see it behind his long bangs. He didn't feel like answering, but she could still feel his anger and annoyance seeping out.

"His name was Keiske, wasn't it? Kei something or another...I can't remember. He came over once to visit, but it was such a long time ago."

"...Ch, if he came for your dad why don't you just ask him what his damn name was,"

Sakura tore her eyes away from the sky and saw that Suigetsu was glaring at her now, no longer hiding his face. Even if all she could see of his face were his eyes, she would still notice the anger he was holding onto, it was that evident.

"Maybe I would if I could." She looked away and closed her eyes on purpose, removing her glasses. "But, don't you think he would be a bad person to go to and ask that sort of thing if he was friends with your dad? My father is the reason I am in this hospital, after all... or at least one of them."

His hard glare softened a bit and suddenly Suigetsu felt bad for reasons he couldn't explain. He had instantly judged her as soon as he saw her, thinking she was there for something minor like a tip or clumsy accident. (She seemed like a klutz to him.) It hadn't really occurred to him that she might be healing at the hospital for the same reason as him. If their dads were friends it wouldn't surprise him if Sakura's dad beat her like his dad beat him.

"But..." Sakura sighed, drawing his attention to her once more. "Even if he was a kind man, it's impossible to get a dead man to talk, so asking him would be really pointless at this point." She turned to him and showed him her bitter smile. "Don't you think so."

"If my dad died I would be happy," he replied, feeling a bit jealous.

"Maybe I am. I... don't want to say it because it makes me feel disgusting and heavy, but I did hate my those people who watched over me like parents. I'm glad, so very glad that I'm free, but at the same time I feel sick to know that they are dead. It's so stupid, but that's how I feel. Like I actually had a chance at changing them..."

Suigetsu grew nervous when he heard her voice break and saw the glossy sheen that covered her eyes. She looked like she was about to cry and that was something he really did not know how to deal with. girls in general were a drama case all the time in his eyes, so he avoided them in general, but when they started to cry he tended to run for the hills.

But Sakura didn't cry. She clenched her jaw, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, letting a shaky breath into her body. When she opened her eyes again she looked older and more so tired than before she had closed them. With her better hand, she reapplied her glasses and turned back to smile at him. It wasn't her best smile, but at that time it seemed like the best she could do. "So yeah, that's me and my story. I"m in room forty nine if you ever want to visit, okay? I'll be discharged soon so everyone is waiting till I'm released to see me for the most part and it's really lonely. I would be happy if I had some company."

"Cheh..." he breathed, turning away and pulling the cover down further.

"I know it sounds cheesy, but I've dealt with what you are going through and I know what it feels like. I'm not going to say something like you talking to me will make it all better, but it will make it a little less... little less bad."

"I don't need your help," he growled, recognizing her words. He was pulling into himself once more, running away from those pitying people.

"I know you don't. But I still do, I'm just a girl after all."

Suigetsu looked up quickly, searching for her, but she was already halfway to the door. He debated with himself over it, but when she opened that door-with difficulty-he stood. She turned back to him and waved and then she was gone.

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For where is any author in the world,
Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
Learning is but an adjunct to ourself;
And where we are, our learning likewise is.

Berowne, scene iii

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Suigetsu didn't come to see her later that day, and he didn't come the next day, but that was okay with Sakura, because that was what she was expecting from a tough guy like him.

Looking up over the rim of her book, Sakura stared at the door, hoping she would see something that would explain the noises that keep coming from it, but once again there was nothing there. Seeing that, she returned to the pages of Love's Labours Lost before growing tired.

With her eyes too strained to follow the neatly printed pages, she removed her glasses and rubbed her eyes while sighing heavily. Folding her glasses and setting them on top of her book she left them on her nightstand before climbing into bed and laying down. The light was only good enough to read by right under the window, so she couldn't really read from her bed like she would have wished for.

Rolling over so her back was to the door, she wasn't surprised to hear that sound again. She wasn't even surprised to hear footsteps or the sagging of the empty bed next to her own. She wasnt even surprised when Suigetsu started to speak.

"My dad's name is KICHIRO..." There was sthe sound of more fabric shifting and Sakura guessed he was scooting himself back further onto the bed, but her back was still towards him so she really couldn't be sure of anything like that.

"My mom died when I was eight and that's when my dad really got screwed over. He didn't know how to deal with her death and just went south, acting like he was a new and totally different person. Everything she wanted him to be and everything she taught him was gone... like he never wanted her to exist in the first place. The person you though was my mom was probably his date. He doesn't have girlfriends, just dates."

Sakura didn't say anything, just pretended she was still sleeping.

"When I was nine he started beating me... it was sort of around the same time he started going to the bar your dad owned too, so for that I sort of hated you when I found out who's daughter you were. I though you would be just like your old man and I never stopped to think that you were actually more like me; a victim. So I guess I should apologize for that and I should thank you for talking to me, but I still have my pride or at least what's left of it, so I'll keep my thanks and my apology and just act like nothing never happened. I never met you and I never hated you and I never did anything to deserve reprimanding for. So... I'll see you in school then?"

Sakura waited long while before replying. "Yeah...I get out tomorrow."

"Cool... then I guess I'm good. See ya around, Sakura."

She heard him push off from the bed and hurriedly turned around in time to stop him. "Suigetsu!" he stopped and turned towards her. "A word of encouragement... even if someone hates and close their hearts to the world with the intention of never loving again, it turns out more often that not that they are the ones that fall the deepest into love. So don't give up on the old man, not while he still lives."

If it had been anyone else, Suigetsu would have punched them for saying such a thing or storm out fuming and cursing, but because it was coming from Sakura he seemed to actually take it to heart. Maybe she was trying to warn him to not make the same mistakes she did or at least not have the same regrets.

"Thanks Sakura, I'll see you off tomorrow. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Suigetsu."

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As sweet, and musical,
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

Berowne, scene iii

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There you go. An update.

Miss Chocolat-bless her dear heart-has been bugging me like a pain in the neck to update something, so please thank her for this chapter because she is the only reason I have taken time away from my school and NaNoWriMo novel to write anything for my fanfiction account. My life has been busy like you wouldn't believe and my family is plannin another long trip away so I have to get all this crap done before that and just little things in life keep dragging me down. The best thing a good author can have is a good kick in the rear end for motivation. So yes, all credit or at least 99% of it is due to her. I only get 1% for actually typing it.

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