Ewmehgawd.

Please don't hurt me.

Yes, its been…uhm…forever….

BUT IM BACK!

My nee-chan is gunna kill me, I know…I tried to make this chapter as long as I could, but I'm like a stapler…I only work when I feel like it. –inside joke-

So what was I talking about again?

Oh yeah…teh story. See, im like that- forget so easily.

Better hurry up and post this before I forget I have a fanfic.

Btw, check out my gaia is yah have one – trust me, I update that way more than I update this.

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on wit teh story!!

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Ohk, so the action plan is… what, exactly? Think, THINK! Ohkay, uhm… I could take her back to my place? I think I have enough in the first aid kit to fix her up... yeah… just until she gets better. Plus, I could ask her some questions… like why does she have a collar? Or who that man was… or… I looked closer at the collar around her neck. It had the Uchiha symbol around it. …THAT. I will definitely ask her about THAT.

Gently, I picked her up. She acted like I wasn't even there, like she was still thinking. Carefully, I place her on my back and began the long run home.

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Present- Uchiha Apartment, 5:06pm

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"Dammit, where is the freakin' anteseptic?!"

I really need to organize this apartment one day.

First, I could barely get through the door because of all the freaking mail scattered on the floor - fangirls, no doubt.

Then, I had to work my way down the hallway past all the boxes that I have yet to open since I moved in last month.

And when I finally reached my bedroom, I had to scramble past all the dirty clothes on the floor and dig under all this crap before I found what I was looking for- my bed.

Oh, and did I mention I was doing all this with a bleeding six-year-old in my arms?
Yeah, that too.

Maybe I should get Sakura to stop by one day… nah, scratch that. Too much drama.

Hmm…maybe it's in this cabi-

Found It!

Wait, no…gah, this one is empty!!

"Tondemonai!" I threw the empty medicine bottle into the trash. Getting a definite headache, I searched through several more boxes and cabinets before finally finding the blasted thing.

Now, to make my way back to the bedroom.

Step…step…look out for that box…I better clean up those cheetos later…step…hey, I've been looking for this forever!…step…step…eww, what did I just step in?!…

--more insane rambles—

--lets skip to the bedroom :--

Ohk, antiseptic…check.

Bandages…check.

Water and a rag… check.

Other healing stuff I found…check-ers.

Alright, now…

What next?

I looked reluctantly at the small, bleeding pile of '6-year-old' laying on my bed. Where to start?

Maybe her eye…or her feet…or her hands…

Giving up, Sasuke resorted to the most childish thing he could think of:

"Eeny…Meeny..Miny.. Moe…"

--sorry, dear readers, I'm skipping the part when he heals her ONLY because I know absolutely nothing about healing someone so wouldn't know what to type.—

Sigh. Done.

Packing up the extra bandages, I looked down in approval at the small, sleeping form before me. I had wrapped bandages around her legs, from ankle to knee, then from knee to thigh on that one leg that had gotten cut.

I had also bandaged her arms- but only from wrist to elbow.

One bandage wrapped around her forehead, when he had found a slash above her left ear.

Her hair had been washed and cleaned of dry blood, dirt, lice, and everything else he had found in there.

He had tossed away her old, dirty dress and adorned her with one of his old baggy shirts and a pair of short he still had from when he was six, though they were still loose on her small frame.

She laid down on the soft mattress, curled into a tight ball, clinging lightly onto the collar still around her neck.

Sasuke scowled. No matter how hard he had tried, he couldn't get that damned collar off her neck. He tried cutting it, slicing it, forcing chakra into it- nothing.

Putting the supplies he had used away, Sasuke stood and walked out of the room, not sure what to do next. He had just made his way through the hallway of no return (aka the hallway with all the crap in it that he has to walk though…) when the doorbell rang.

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