Sasuke stood, his eyes gazing nonchalant through the window. Is that why Sakura was acting so strange, because she had a critical wound right below her navel. He turned and walked stiffly to the bedroom, lightly tapping the door.

"What, what is it," a faint voice gasped out.

"Sakura let me in," he heard her shift inside, considering his proposal, "just open the damn door our I'll open it my self,"

CLICK

Sasuke heaved it open, eyeing the girl inside. She was sitting against the bed, a hand wrapped tightly against her stomach. Her hair plastered to her hair, the dirt had turned the coral locks a nasty dull sheen, and only those piercing green eyes seemed unchanged. A week smile broke across the sweaty face.

"Do you need something Sasuke?"

"Why did you use up Chakra on me?"

"I-I don't kno-w, wha-ttt………." with that her head slumped flopped over, dragging the body down. Sasuke caught her before she hit the carpet.

"Sakura, wake up damminit!" he prodded her, shaking the lifeless body. Minutes passed before those green eyes darted around, looking frantically for Sasuke.

"I, I'm sorry, put me down. I need to clean myself up,"

"Don't be stupid. Realize your weak Sakura," Sakura bit her lip, closing her eyes again.

"So what if I'm weak Sasuke? Why should you care, It's not affecting you. Obviously I can take care of my self or I would have been dead years ago. You left Sasuke, and Naruto was too rapped up no his own quest to protect me, so how the hell do you think I survived! I'm a grown woman, not that ignorant girl you once knew. Leave me in peace Sasuke, you've hurt me enough!" they glared at each other in the dark room, eyes scanning each others face for any another signs of communication. Sakura's once pleasant face steaming with anger, and Sasuke's ever frequent vacant expression. He reached behind her head and held her, pushing the shaking woman into his chest.

"I know you're powerful, but you have to wise up. Just because you can fight doesn't necessarily mean you're invincible. Realize you have to sometimes put your self first. Being selfish is different then being smart. Right know you're just being dim-witted," she beat at his chest, slow, painful hits that barely left marks on the man's strong muscle. After awhile she sank downwards, allowing Sasuke to carry her to the bathroom. She closed her eyes and he smirked as the soft, heavy breathing of a sleeping Sakura rang out in the bathroom.

'Sleep, I'll clean you up, then you can rest' Sasuke bent and began brushing blood and dirt out of her once softy hair, before proceeding to the tub.

Sakura POV

I awoke, my body nestled against the warm chest of Sasuke. He wasn't paying attention to me, and I left him alone, unsure of why exactly I was sitting in his lap. Sasuke was balancing on the edge of the tub, one hand around my waist. Obviously he remembered about the wound, because his fingers were feathers and every motion was soft, delicate, un-like Sasuke. My hand gripped his, the one that was feverishly trying to get the hot runner to turn on.

"Hey, what are doing?"

"Do you have to talk right now," with that he successfully turned the right knob, and steamy water rushed into the stone basin. Seductive truffles of air wafted up, filling the bathroom in an instant with the moist, steamy air. Every so gently I felt my body being lowered in, but my shirt was coming up.

"Sasuke, please don-"

"Here," a white towel was wrapped just above my breasts, and as my torn shirt came off and I helped pull off the remains off my pants, he fastened it so I was comfortable, and nothing important was showing. Then those strong arms leaned my entire body downward, placing my head on the stone edge and allowing my body to emerge. I sunk to the bottom, the deep basin threatening to suck me down. Needless to say, my own ignorance made me splash upwards, attempting to raise my head higher.

"I've got you, hold on,"

Sasuke POV

I turned, grasping the knob and ending the flow of water. Water started being splashed up and over, in an instant she was already struggling. How pathetic. But those eyes, open underwater, frantic, scared. Did she forget I was here?

"I've got you, hold on," reaching down, my hands wrapped below her bottom, pulling the shaking woman up. We look at each other, her, slightly out of the water, clinging to my neck, and me, one leg in the tub (though it didn't matter, I was in just plain black sweats). "I'll get in with you," With that I lowered her, and me, into the steamy water, watching together as the crystalline water turned slightly pink. She was breathing heavy, and seemed completely out of it.

"This is really good of you Sasuke, thank you," I just nodded. Her eyes searched my face, but there was no emotion there, only the vacant expression. We soaked there, waiting in silence, pressed against each other ever so slightly. The matted hair was now slicked back, and small curls of pink would wasp out every time she moved.

"Sakura," her eyes darted upwards, "please, I need to see your wound, the towel either goes up or down. But I need to see it. She was trembling, and bit those pink lips. Finally her hands reached up and pulled the towel down, fixing it to ride just on her panty line. My eyes darted straight from her eyes to the wound, not paying any attention to her as her frail arms wrapped around her bosom.

It was a perfect slit, as if the blade had plunged in and withdrew with no interference. I slowly ran a finger along the flesh, glad the blood was gone, just leaving the tender skin. I then closed my eyes and forced the chakra to emit into the water, pressing the folds of skin together, willing them to heal. After painful moments her wound began changing, becoming one with the rest of the whole skin. I stopped, knowing I couldn't complete the healing, as I was to, weak, in my present state.

"It's fine, it can heal on its own. Thank you, I think I'm fi-"

"You're not, just let me help you wash and it will be fine then," I wrapped my arms around her neck, breathing in the smell of sweat and hot water. She was breathing heavily, her body lying limply against the side of the tub, those green eyes looking straight into mine. I moved closer and gripped the towel, pulling it way. She flinched, but didn't look away. She drifted, naked, toward me, and I pushed the frail body into mine, feeling every curve adjust into my chest, those soft orbs pushing upwards.

Her hands were on my waist, and her head leaned against my chest. Now comfortable I picked up the small round soap and scrubbed the soft skin on her back. She buried her face into my chest, and one hand flew into my hair, slowly rubbing my scalp.

"……, Sasuke," the heat was now unbearable, and I felt all of my senses burning. She was in a state I had never seen. She seemed unconscious, but was breathing heavy and every now rubbing her body upward, against mine. I felt every joint as she moved against me, and couldn't stop my body as it pulled upwards, against hers, meeting each other as she pushed against me. It was a feeling I had never felt, so hot, streaming, but I wanted more, more of it. I began to push against her body harder, wanting the feeling to stop but self-consciously making it worse and worse.

"Sasuke, oh Sasuke," she murmured, she was moving fast against me now and every time she moved I wished I had never taken off the towel. To stop the feeling I began scrubbing her hard, concentrating on her cleanliness as she wrapped her legs around my mine, suddenly she stopped, and fell into my chest, no notably asleep. Why had she stopped suddenly? Ignoring the many thoughts and questions (along with answers I didn't want to accept), I finished scrubbing her skin and quickly did the hair, trying just to get it done.

I was frantic and before I knew I pulled her out of the, tub, have dragging, half carrying the naked body into the bedroom. She gripped my hands as I lay her down on the bed. The windows were being pounded by rain and in the frail moonlight, shadows danced across her naked flesh, giving small prink picking notions all over my flesh. I sat next to her on the bed, watching as her chest heaved upwards, making those soft orbs raise, and then fall.

What had this girl done to me, why was I feeling so strange? After dragging a sheet over her body, to stop me from glancing at it, I sunk into the ever famous thinking pose of mine. Why was I suddenly being so tender, and what in gods name had we done in the tub. I can't just say it was all her, because even I can admit I was moving with her. What had happened, why she had made my flesh churn and the inside of my stomach churn, why did I almost feel like I cared for her.