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Sakura was now eleven years of age, she had been in all of Uchiha Sasuke's classes and so far not once had Itachi found out. She stepped into the classroom, she was in fifth grade and today was the last day of school until September. Sasuke-kun wasn't there, she was confused, "but he's always here before me?" She said to herself. She sat at the desk they shared. He had nothing left there unlike her. She had left her pens and pencils inside the desk. She lifted the top of her desk up; there was a note in it for her. "Where could that have come from?" She again asked her self. She took it out and opened it. Dried blood grasped to the edges to it in the shape of finger.

Dear bitch,

I told you to stay away from my brother! Now you and him will pay for your miss deeds with blood.

Gonna Kill You,

Uchiha Itachi

A tear swelled in her eyes, why, how, did he find out? They had kept it a secret both of them. Sakura looked up, a bloody Sasuke-kun came staggering in. "Sasuke-kun!" She yelled running up to him, blood seeped out of his battered wounds and from his mouth. She hugged him, and then let him rest an arm over her shoulder for stabilization. She took a tissue and brought it up to his mouth, wiping the dried blood of him. He coughed, into the cloth, blood saturating the tissue. "Someone, we need an ambulance." She yelled as teacher ran in. She looked like she was about to faint but she didn't; quickly dialing the three digit number for the police.

A few minutes' later sirens rang through the school; medics raced in and quickly go him on a stretcher. "Little miss, you'll have to let go of him," one of them told her. She shook her head no, now grasping his bloody hand tightly. "Someone pull her off this boy." He yelled to another guy. He came up behind her grabbing her by the waist and pulling her back.

"No, he's not just a boy," tears sprang from her eyes. "His name is Uchiha Sasuke and I know who did this to him." She cried though silently gulping. "Uchiha Itachi, his older brother, he's after me too." She didn't know why she was saying all this. Was it to feel closer to Sasuke? Or was it just to relieve the stress of it all? Maybe she just wanted to help out? Whatever it was it felt good. The man let go of her and she ran back to the bloody boy. "Sasuke-kun, I'm sorry if it wasn't for me you wouldn't be in this predicament. You'd be safe if I had just left you alone." She cried, a tear landing on his cheek. He blinked his eye open for a second.

"No, it was my fault, I should have never had…" He passed out on the bed, leaving his answer unknown. She cried and walked away, back to the medics.

"We're going to have to question you." The medic said unfazed by the previous seen before him. She nodded simply and walked with the man out the door. Her eyes followed her feet on the ground, each step slow and sloppy. Tears had dried and lightly crusted on her cheeks. She looked at the ambulance that Sasuke-kun was being lifted into. "I'm sorry only family and spouses in the truck," he told her. She nodded and was led to a police car. She had always wanted to go in a police car, but not like this, never like this. A silent tear fell down her flushed cheeks. She felt like a prisoner in there, bars blocking her view to the front. The car stopped at the hospital, she could see the other medics racing HIS body into the ER.

"Will I be able to see him?" She asked him.

"When he's stable." He told her.

Author's not: I know short short short….Sry at school writers block….to lazy to finish so we shall call this Part 1 and when my mind figures what's next part two.