She worked through the night until the sun rose the next day. Her patient was not going to wake up anytime soon because of the amount of damage his body seemed to have taken. He was bruised and cut up pretty could see that this man was a skilled shinobi. No doubt he might have been strong from the looks of it, she mused as she placed a clean cloth over small wounds. To her side were crushed herbs of hemostatic agent. His wounds were not deep, which she was thankful for. But those wounds just could not stop bleeding. This man may not have been on the verge of death, but he could be from the amount of bleeding.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead and took a deep breath. Her legs were wanting to give out from the lack of rest. Her fingers ached, her back was sore, and her stomach growled from not eating the previous day. Tsubaki has a habit of not eating when she gets caught up in her work. Tokiko would force food and water down her throat when Tsubaki was too weak. She shuddered at the painful memory.

Fingers stitching skin together with a needle and thread to patch up the wounds that marked his body. Fresh water would be brought in every hour so she could wash away any blood and clean the wounds. The two men noticed how much she was walking around searching for herbs that were scattered upon tables.

Stories about a young woman who specializes in healing with herbs and comforting the dead was but a rumor to their ears. Seeing it now, watching this dark haired woman focus her attention on their clan leader was unheard of because those who dared tried to heal him would either be to scared or not bother with it.

They knew he would heal on his own. Seeing this young woman touch and clean their leader without feeling scared or embarrassed was remarkable. Women had find over Madara for his raw power and his position as the head of their clan, but this woman saw him differently, She looked concentrated in her work with her eyes examining every inch of his body. She made sure she did not cause any damage and did her best in keeping him comfortable. His head was on a pillow to keep his neck and spin straight. Soft covers were under him and a warm blanket at his midsection to keep him from getting cold. Her assistants were rarely seen as they tended to the other wounded within the compound. This woman was moving, talking to herself, and eventually had to take a few minutes break.

She is overworking herself.

They have seen shinobi fight till their last breath, but they never seen someone so young working till her body collapsed in saving a life. He looked inside to see that his brother had not waken yet. His wounds were not life-threatening, yet something had kept him from waking up. Maybe it was a good thing that Madara was kept unconscious.

"He is not going to be a happy man when he wakes up and finds a stranger treating him." Ikko said as he leaned against the wall behind him.

"When is he ever happy? The only thing he cares more then anything is fighting." Izuna crossed his arms over his chest. He flinched a little when he felt the strain in his arm muscle. He and Ikko suffered minor wounds and they had to thank the Gods for getting out of the battlefield in time. Madara was careless and he suffered for it. Idiot.

"I do not suppose I have ever seen him hurt or this vulnerable. The Senju's found a weak spot in him; in all of us." Ikko scratched the bridge of his nose in thought. Izuna sat down in the ground feeling the fatigue in him. Inside he was worried about his older brother, but he knew Madara would pull through. The woman inside was making sure of it. She asked no questions about them, only for their welfare. She might have knew about the war from the wounded shinobi, but she did not see shinobi. She saw people, patients, lives she needed to save.

"She did a good job on my cuts." Ikko said noticing Izuna's stare.

"She is a healer. She has to know what she is doing or risk killing somebody." Izuna looked away. Ikko smiled lightly seeing some sort of fascination on Izuna's face. The healer woman seemed to have had an effect on those she works on. Her touch was as soft as a feather. She was kind spoken, her looks were not as bad either which was rare for healers.

She was a good height for someone her age. A pretty face with the most color in her eyes. For a peasant, the healer woman was not so bad looking. Ikko would have not mind her tending him in the way she tended to Madara.

"What was her name again?" Ikko asked.

Izuna thought for a moment until a voice answered for Ikko. "Her name is Tsubaki. But the villagers call her Lady Tsubaki."

They turned their heads towards a sound of footsteps. Before them was the older woman with food. It seemed to be enough for the shinobi and others, so they were offered the food which they took with delight. Tokiko smiled at them and walked inside the building.

Lady Tsubaki? She does not look noble, but she is respected here in her village. Izuna thought to himself as he focused now on the food in his hands. Ikko seemed to be devouring it like a hungry wolf after a long winter. It was going to be sometime before they head back to their clan. Madara better be thankful for this woman's touch!


Inside, Tokiko could see blood stained the floor. The smell of burning herbs to cleanse the air filled her nostrils. Tsubaki was doing her best to keep the patient from getting infection in his wounds. It was also to calm the patient so they could heal faster. Tokiko had truly taught her student well.

Tokiko walked around trying to find Tsubaki. It was not like her to leave a patient by themselves when they are in need of intensive care. It wasn't until she almost tripped that she saw that her apprentice was sitting on the floor against the table where her patient was laying on. Tsubaki's eyes were closed and her mouth was open. Tokiko shook her head knowing the young woman has exhausted herself once again.

"Tsubaki?" Tokiko said as she placed the tray of food on the floor.

"Mmm." Tsubaki replied as she smelled fish and herbal tea.

Her stomach growled loudly causing her eyes to open. Everything seemed blurry for a moment to Tsubaki. Her own body did not want to move on account it only wanted rest and food. Tokiko smiled softly at the young woman and offered her the food, which Tsubaki took with thanks.

"You seem to be getting better at patching wounds, Tsubaki." Tokiko placed her focus on the long haired man. "And having such luck with a handsome man."

Tsubaki almost spit out her food at the older woman's comment. If anything, it caused her to eat faster so she could have Tokiko out of the room so she could continue monitoring her patient. Handsome or not, Tsubaki only saw a patient and nothing more. Besides, it never ends well for Tsubaki after last time.

"If you think you are going to meddle in my love life again, think again you old crow." Tsubaki stood up and placed the empty bowl on the table. Her stomach filled with some food, she walked over to the patient and Tokiko who could not stop staring at the poor man.

"Always the one to be picky when it comes to men." The older woman chuckled. "This is the most handsome patient you have received. The Gods favor you dearly and they are trying to tell you something."

"Can we not discuss this when people are close enough to hear?" Tsubaki pleaded.

Tokiko chuckled as she could see the embarrassment on the poor woman's face. "He is a handsome one, but looking at his wounds you have cleaned and stitches him up good. When do you suppose he will wake?"

Tsubaki shrugged her shoulders. The patient can awaken anytime if his body feels the need too. If anything, the two shinobi that carried him have been by the door since last night. Tsubaki wasn't even sure if they left. This man must be really important to them.

"I think it's best for his body to rest. He has some bruising around his midsection that needs to be monitored. There seems to not be internal bleeding from what I could feel. He looks to be a strong man and if he wakes up is entirely up to him." Tsubaki kept her eyes on the patient. His chest rising and falling with each deep breath. He looked rather peaceful in his unconscious state. Never has she seen anyone with such long and well cared hair before. He was strong from the muscles twitching underneath his skin.

"How are the other patients?" Tsubaki asked putting her focus on the other shinobi in her village.

Tokiko looked over the patient to make sure Tsubaki did not miss anything. His cuts where cleaned and some herbal paste placed on the deeper wounds. There were wraps on his arms that were changed hourly to keep infection from killing him. His face was not scratched or bruised and his handsome features were soft, but something about him was dangerous.

"The men ask for you." Tokiko said when she found a loose wrap around his wrist.

Tsubaki could not help but till her eyes with a small smile. "Of coarse they do. They want a woman's touch to heal their wounds. You have taught me that when a man is in pain, he only wants the gentle touch of a woman."

Tokiko smiled. Men at war want a young and pretty face to look at when they are healing. A young man's heart in times of war will always remember the one that saved him. "They only see you as their saving grace from the darkness of death. I was the same way when I was your age."

Tsubaki chuckled trying not to imagine a young Tokiko. The older woman lightly slapped her arm. A playful smirk on her face.

"I've worked through the night to care for this man. Its up to him now to recover." Tsubaki stated as she rubbed her eyes. Food in her belly making her warm, Tsubaki could feel her body wanting to rest. Tokiko placed the young woman's head on her shoulder. Her black hair messy from being tied up for a few days. Tsubaki did not care for her appearance most days. When she was busy, she would forget to take care of herself. Tokiko would force her to bathe, eat, even change her clothing. Underneath the caked blood, smelly herb hands, was a pretty face with bright blue eyes. Tsubaki was like a daughter to the older woman. She cares deeply for her.

"Go rest. I will look after him." Tsubaki could not argue with the old woman. Her patient was in good hands.


She returned home and found her way towards her mat after changing into new cleaner clothes. The smell of incense wafting through the air of her home. It was to calm her spirits and any lingering souls that have not crossed over. Tsubaki yawned trying to find a comfortable spot on her mat. The long night spent with her patient was a tough and difficult challenge for her. His chakra levels were high and it was hard to contain such power.

At some point she felt scared to touch him in fear he would wake up. His calm face, that long hair, His strong body could not leave her memory. Her patient was as beautiful as a cobra. Tokiko once told her that there will be those who will frighten her. Their power will want to make her fall to her knees because of that strength. Tsubaki has to learn not to be scared when it came to high chakra levels. Even though she did not posses the same strength as any shinobi, she had to be proficient and carful with it. The human body and chakra worked together as one.

"He is something that I have never encountered. A patient I might not have to be treating for long." She sighed deeply. His peaceful face coming into view in her dreams. Something about that shinobi reeked blood, but also something far more.

No one could remember when Tsubaki first came into their village. She was just sixteen at the time and thin, she remembered. She looked like a walking skeleton when Tokiko first brought her into her home. Those first few days were for Tsubaki to recover her health and strength. She barely talked, barely went out, Tsubaki was a scared child back then. She knew the world wasn't fair for survival. She just had to continue to run far and away from the warring clans.

Tokiko slowly broke Tsubaki out of her shell when she found her curiosity in the plants that grew in the fields of her home. The art of healing, in Tokikos words, was to bring peace and clarity to a wounded soul. When people would come to her, Tokiko was kind and her hands worked magic on the toughest of wounds. Survival rates were rare for the wounded. Tokiko changed it all and many lives were saved by wanted to know this magic, but it wasn't magic at all. Tokiko uses what is called chakra to heal the body.

Tsubaki wanted to be taught. She wanted to learn. So the years went by and Tsubaki was a natural at the healing arts. Only, her chakra was enough to heal one patient at a time. Tokiko warned Tsubaki if she ever over exert herself, it could cause damage to her body. Even death.

She rolled over to her side to feel the warmth of the fire. She could hear life outside the village bustling with people daily routines. She often wondered what life was like outside the healing arts. A somewhat normal life where she could be someone simple. But the war kept peace at bay. Between the two clans and their allies fighting, it seemed it brought new patients to her village. The young men she has seen and even a couple of older ones. Shinobi died young, she knew. The youngest she might have treated was not even old enough to be considered a man yet. It was a sad sight for her.

"You need to sleep, Tsubaki." She told herself.

The sound of yells in the distance caused her heart to beat fast. The rising chakra felt suffocating to her lungs. She got up fast despite the weight on her shoulders trying to hold her down. Her instincts clawing inside of her to run, to hide. Tsubaki had to resists the urge to fail her patients.

Running out of her home towards the healing house, she had this sense it was that man's chakra spiking through the air. People in the village could hear the noise, the wounded shinobi trying their best to confront him, but he was powerful. Tsubaki has not seen such raw power in anyone before. When she made it to the door, he turned his attention towards her making her stop. Eyes red as blood and on the floor the two shinobi and Tokiko lay. They groaned in pain. Tokiko was unmoving. Tsubaki feared for the older woman.

Catching her breath and her legs shaking, she could see him. A talk menacing figure with long black hair flowing behind his back. The man was conscious and He was not happy. He was like a tall shadow ready to strike down his victim to devour. His red eyes were scanning everything around him. Tsubaki could see the confusion in his stance. He was ready to fight anyone who tried to stop him. She could hear the wounded shinobi shout for her to flee, her assistants were too scared to step inside. There was no one to protect her from this powerful beautiful cobra. His eyes were hypnotic to her. She was too afraid to look away from him.

"Where am I?" He spoke through the tense silence. His voice sent a chill down Tsubaki's spine. The way he spoke was deep, smooth, and she was caught in his trap.

Tsubaki began to realize that she was shaking to the very core. Tsubaki opened her mouth to speak, but the man's eyes widened and his body fell forwards. Cursing, she ran towards him to catch his fall and went down with him. Those who have witnessed the ordeal ran towards both of them. The bodies around them were now being tended too be her assistants. The weight of the man on her caused her to lose her breath. He's very heavy. She thought as she tried to move out from under him. He groaned from the pain his body was enduring and she urged for the men around her to try to pick him up gently.

"He is in need of more care, but when you place him back in the table please help those who took the full blow of his confusion." Tsunami said as the weight came off her.

He was groaning in pain, his eyes were moving under the eyelids, and he was sweating profusely. Tsubaki noted that he had reopened closed wounds and sighed heavily. Two of her male assistants carried the two shinobi out of the room. Ami placed Tokiko's arm around her shoulder and stood up. The older woman grunted from the pain. Her heart felt heavy for having leaving the older woman, but she could not have predicted this. For now, Ami was tending to Tokiko in this room.

Tsubaki looked over to her patient and began to work on his open wounds once more. Her body now going into overdrive from the lack of sleep.

She could not fail her patient.

What causes you to do this?


AN: Wow! I actually didn't expect for this story to get any attention at all. Thanks to Katara Tojiro and KathrynthePyro-bitch for the reviews. I will look into a beta and as writers know, we cannot always find everything in our stories. Which is up to you readers to spot them out for us or we re-read them and fix mistakes. I usually try to double check my work, but can't find everything right?

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