AN: Well, enjoy this chapter! It's slightly longer than the last one X3

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Day One, Part Two

It's been two goddamn hours since I've woken up on this godforsaken island. I think I can safely say that it's abandoned—there hasn't been one person yet and I think that anybody who would notice such a crash would come check it out, right? I'm kind of relieved though, it seems as though nothing hostile is living here… which is a good thing. This place is giving me the creeps.

The fire of the plane eventually died out and left a very disgusting smell of burnt metal, gas and other stuff I don't even want to identify. It sucks that the others didn't make it—the stewardesses had been really nice women and the pilot was a very nice man too. I wasn't too fond of the co-pilot, because he was always acting so superior, but that doesn't mean I'm not upset about his death either.

Maybe I'm just a coward for not going after them.

I don't have a death wish or anything, but I could at least have tried to save them. I know the stewardess I saw lying on the floor of the plane was dead already, but there had been still a chance that the others had survived… damn it. I can't do anything about it now though, so I instead focus on taking care of Sasuke.

He has a fever, the damn bastard. How in the world he got so sick so quickly is beyond me, but there's nothing I can do about it now, nor can he. He hasn't woken up yet, but he's breathing good and everything seems to be normal with the exception of the fever. I forced him to take some painkillers an hour ago, which I found in his bag while I was rummaging through it. I always take care of him like this when he's sick or hurt or just normal even—the guy honestly can't take care of himself. If I'm not around him, the only thing he'll drink is coffee and the only thing he'll eat is onigiri and if it hadn't been for me, he would have fired all of his staff by now. Honestly, I have no idea how he managed to survive without me, even though I hardly take care of myself—I usually just eat ramen.

Sasuke says that stuff is unhealthy for me, but he should take a look at himself first. I mean, the guy is so skinny and pale! Like that's healthy.

I also changed his clothes for him, since they were ripped, covered in blood and dirt and were simply disgusting to look at. I can't believe we both were so lucky that we survived and it's even harder to believe that our bags are still intact and don't have a scratch on them. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but it's a miracle in my eyes. We must have some pretty damn good guardian angels or something.

Anyway, it wasn't as if I enjoyed dressing him. Well, I might have enjoyed the undressing just a tiny bit. Wasn't the first time I saw him in his boxers of course, but still. Even though he's a complete jackass, he is a hot jackass. Watching good, touching bad, right?

I've had enough time to explore the island, but I made no attempt to go. First of all—Sasuke's sick and I can't leave him lying here alone. What if it turns out worse and he needs my help? Secondly… like I said, the place is giving me the creeps. Once Sasuke is better, I'll drag him along to find springs with fresh water and something eatable. I have no idea how long we'll be stuck here, so having at least some extra food and water would be very helpful. Well, water mostly, since we need that more—especially in this heat.

"N—Naruto?" I hear Sasuke moan. I immediately look up from what I was doing (trying to balance a bottle of water on one hand—not very productive, but it kills time) and crawl over to him. His eyes flutter open and he looks at me, with a lot of confusion on his face. Can't really blame him. "What happened?"

"The plane crashed," I respond. Sasuke immediately shoots up straight, but apparently regrets it and grabs his head.

"Crap," he mutters, rubbing his forehead. He shortly feels the bandages I put on him and apparently approves, before he looks at me. "Where is the pilot?" he demands. I blink and cross my arms, huffing. I risk my life to save that bastard and he doesn't even ask me how I feel! Well, screw him.

"Dead," I respond, not looking at him. From the corner of my eye, however, I can see his eyes widen and he looks away, nibbling on his thumb as he apparently thinks things through. That's good—I'm not pretty good at thinking myself and Sasuke usually has ideas. Not that I'm not smart or anything! But I'm more someone who does things on impulse—he thinks, before acting. Which I can admire, but it's annoying all the same.

"Are we the only ones?" he asks me. I nod, swallowing. Damn, my throat hurts. "Well?" he asks me. I blink.

"Well, what?"

"Aren't you going to tell me everything that happened?" I scowl at him—it's not like I know all the details! One minute, we're sitting in an airplane, the next I'm lying on the beach with sand up my ass! I knew it was an omen when I spilled coffee on the first day I started working for Sasuke.

Even though I'm reluctant, I start telling him what has happened in the time that he was out. He nods and I'm surprised he isn't calling me an idiot for what I've done—after all, I didn't save anyone. I say this to him and he just looks at me like I'm an idiot. No surprise there.

"Stupid," he mutters. "They were probably dead anyway, it's good you at least got us supplies so we can survive." I widen my blue eyes in disbelief and grin. Sasuke was full of surprises, I can't deny that.

"So, what do we do now?"

"We wait," Sasuke says. "Until someone comes to get us. It shouldn't take long, there was probably a device in there that knows where the plane is heading." I nod, glad that the bastard was awake. It's strange, but I feel a little comforted knowing he's here too. I don't think I could stay this calm if he hadn't been there.

"Hey Sasuke-bastard, maybe you should lie down," I say. He scowls at me. "Well, you're fever is kinda high, so…" I trail off, looking at him with one hand scratching the back of my head.

"I'm fine," he says and tries to stand up. However, he falls back again and I catch him, unconsciously holding him tightly against my chest , blushing as I do so. Is it me, or does he have a little pink on his cheeks as well? "I—idiot, let me go," he mumbles, clearly embarrassed. I decide to take this opportunity to joke a bit.

"Why, Sasu-chan? Don't you like being in my arms?" I pretend to pout at him and hold him tighter against my chest, this time grinning at the widened eyes.

"W—what do you think you're doing, dobe!" he splutters, trying to get out of my hold. My grin widens, but I decide to let him go and pull out a towel from Sasuke's bag.

"Here, go lie on this," I say to him, throwing the big towel on the sand. "You're really dirty and you should rest. Have some water," I offer him the bottle and he looks at it sceptically, before taking it and lying down on the clean towel.

When we had crashed, it had been morning, but now that it's the afternoon and the sun is very high, I'm beginning to worry about us. We didn't bring any protection against the sun—Sasuke had said we could buy it in Austria, the damn prat. I knew I shouldn't have listened to him!

"We need some shelter from the sun," I say to him, holding my hand on my forehead, shielding my eyes from the blasted object in the sky. Sasuke nods and looks at the jungle. "Oh no, we're not going in there!" I say loudly and firmly.

"We'll only stay at the edge," Sasuke says. "Just so we can lie under a tree. Unless… you're chicken?" he smirks slightly as I huff indignantly.

"You wish, bastard! Come on!" I pull him up from the ground and help him walk towards the shade of the trees, all the while cursing him for knowing exactly how to make me do things.

"You're hurt," he states, looking at the way I'm stumbling through the sand. I briefly take a look at my bandaged leg and wave my free hand.

"It's nothing serious, I'll live," I say, dismissing it. Sasuke just raises an eyebrow.

"Did you clean it?" I nod. "It could get infected," he continues to mumble.

"Listen, it's nothing serious, really. It just hurts a bit—anyway, the wound on your head is much worse and that gash in your chest is pretty bad too. Don't worry about me," I snap at him. He just gives me a glance and my chest tightens when I actually see a slight form of worry in his eyes. Stupid bastard.

"Hn."

I'll go grab the bags," I say to him. "And I might go swimming in the sea, I've got blood all over me." Sasuke nods uncaringly and I leave him sitting in the shade. I return a minute later with a bottle of water, which, unfortunately, has cooled off greatly. It would be great to have a refrigerator right now. I also hand him a sandwich and he mumbles a short 'thank you'. I give him a short grin, before going to the ocean—if I hadn't been wounded, I would've bounced to the sea, but, alas.

"Don't get in too deep, you might get pulled under water by the current," Sasuke calls after him. I give him a short nod in acknowledgement and take off my clothes, before jumping in the ocean.

It's freaky how I feel Sasuke's eyes on me the entire time I'm swimming.