I don't own Naruto.
Once I had stolen everything I was sure I'd need, I stumbled my way to the ninja's house.
It was a gorgeous traditional Japanese style home. I had expected nothing more than a small two bedroom rent house or a decent apartment. But this was amazing.
It didn't look like a house someone who looked similar to my age should own, more like an aristocrat's home. Unless he inherited it, that could explain his cold demeanour, perhaps his parents are dead.
I didn't even need to knock before he opened the large double doors and gave me a quick tour of the essentials, either ignoring or not noticing the blood dripping down my legs and all over his dark mahogany floors, quickly escorting me to the 'guest' room before leaving to do whatever it was I interrupted him from.
As soon as Sasuke's light footsteps disappeared down the hallway I let myself drop to the ground my knees making a sharp 'thud' as as they slammed into the hardwood floor. Rummaging through bags, my shaking hands fumbled with a pill bottle before I dry swallowed 4 of the pain killers I had stolen from the local chemist along with many other necessities.
I nearly gagged on the pills, there was no slick coating. The taste lingered on the back of my tongue.
Grabbing a kunai from my new set of weapons I cut a slit down from the top of my dress to the bottom in one swift motion, peeling away wet material from my sticky, blood stained skin.
Kneeling on the cold wooden floor I uncapped disinfectant and poured it onto a stray item of clothing in my bag before pressing it hard onto my left upper thigh. If I lose any more blood ill faint.
I sucked in a breath through my teeth at the sting of alcohol on an open wound.
Now the adrenalin was wearing off new pains were rolling over my body, getting more ferocious with every wave.
I tipped out the contents of one bag with my right hand, still keeping firm pressure on my thigh I ripped open the needle packaging with my teeth, my eye twitched slightly as my hand slipped and three of the curved metal pines embedded themselves in my hand.
I heard two swift knocks come from the direction of my door, without looking up I hissed
"What!" I yelled trying to dismiss him and ignore the small black dots invading my vision.
I grabbed the needle and awkwardly tried to thread whilst keeping pressure on my leg.
"You said you were a Yamana-" Sasuke's voice paused as he entered the room. Rude.
Without looking up I finished threading my needle
"You need to go to hospital" he stated still standing firmly in place.
I scowled.
Hesitating , I refused to remove my hand when I saw blood had completely soaked through the once grey garment.
I heard his footsteps approaching.
My eyebrows furrowed as two warm pale hands slid onto my thigh either side of the wound.
It was an odd sensation. His hands were incredibly gentle, and soft, softer than mine. I guessed he didn't do much serious hand to hand combat. Too many ninja relied on jutsu, without his precious techniques he'd be screwed.
"Give me the needle" he said holding out his right hand.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing? Get out!" Those familiar fuzzy black dots appeared and I quickly shut my eyes in an attempt to not to lose consciousness.
I knew this was bad, it felt as though my brain had been detached from my skull and I could feel all the wounds in my body throbbing in fast, weak pulses.
By the time I was able to open my eyes Sasuke was already half way finished sewing me back together. In what felt like seconds he had managed to stitch every major cut on my clammy skin. He'd finished one on the back of my hand and moved onto a shallow slice on the left side of my neck, it wasn't that bad, I would've left it
I looked into his obsidian orbs with a lazy glare.
"I don't like you" I stated in a hazy firm sort of way.
My eyebrows lowered slightly when I saw his mouth twitch up
"You're not to tell anyone of this." I said calmly.
His eyes flickered up to mine with a coolly raised eyebrow, his lip twitched up even more.
"You have a temperature and extreme blood loss, there's a chance you won't live through the night and you're worrying about if I'll tell anyone your injured"
I nearly scoffed ignoring the last part. I would've passed out and woken up the next day, I always do. I decided to ignore everything he said aside from part about temperature.
"I'm always hot" I said with a cheeky smirk.
"Really now? He played along.
"Always" I whispered in a husky voice, smirking, I was close enough to see the fine hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise.
Then the charade dropped, I didn't want to give him any wise ideas in my current state.
I was perfectly comfortable dressed in only simple barely-there underwear. But being fatigued and wounded made me feel far more naked then any lack of clothing could.
"I should be cold from blood loss but I have strong fire based chakra, I'll always have a high temperature." I paused
"Unless of course I'm dead"
"But Yamanaka's chakra type is-"
"I know" I said.
His neat dark eyebrows pulled together slightly. He opened his mouth slightly to speak.
"I'm different" I said, a quiet finality branded into my words.
I knew he wouldn't ask any more questions.
He pulled back from my neck and grabbed some more disinfectant, pouring it onto a white towel. When did he get that?
My breath still heavy, I could barely move my limbs as I watched Sasuke tend to my less urgent wounds using band aids and those white things they use to hold small cuts together in place of stitches, I never bothered with anything less than urgent. I could finally feel the painkillers setting in.
Once he finished he lifted me up onto the double bed and asked if I needed anything.
"No" I replied admiring the dark red liquid that soaked his clothes and adorned the right side of his face in an almost decorative manor, four distinct finger marks stretched horizontally across his high cheekbone from when he tried to push back his hair, a tad long for a males.
I always did love red.
He turned to walk out the room as though he hadn't put me back together like some fucked up humpty dumpty.
"Sasuke" I called out, he paused.
"I'm serious. If you tell anyone I will hurt you, you really don't want me to hurt you Sasuke. I can be very creative when it comes to pain" And I can, I cannot paint, nor draw or sing, I've never created anything beautiful in my life… but one thing I could do, and do well, was hurt people.
Sasuke sat on a cold concrete bench hunched over slightly with his forearms resting on his knees, the air cooled gradually as the sun dispersed over trees.
Without looking up or activating sharingan he immediately knew a certain blond haired boy was approaching him. He had become so attuned to his team mate that is was as if he had activated his bloodline, sensing his chakra, they'd become ruthless duo, sensing each others moves and mistakes, sometimes before the other even realised they'd made one.
Sitting on the bench beside him he mimicked Sasuke's posture and looked out at the empty playground, it was far too late for children to be outside.
Naruto was unusually quiet and if Sasuke wasn't somewhat worried he would have basked in the silence.
"Is that girl all right?" Naruto asked in concerned tone
Sasuke looked at him with a raised brow. Naruto was far too caring for his own good.
"She freaked me out at first but then I realised that she was sort of familiar in a way. She just, she reminds me a little of Gaara y'know? " Naruto said quietly, a small hint of worry coating his husky voice.
"You know, before he became Hokage and stuff" He added
Sasuke's eyebrows pulled together slightly
"She was covered in blood when I saw her last, Is it hers?" The blonde inquired
"She's covered in slashes and a few stab wounds, probably from a long sword or katana"
"But Kisame's sword dosen-"
"I know" He paused before adding, almost reluctantly "There was no grazes or grated skin."
He took in a deep breath before letting it out slowly
"The wounds aren't from Kisame"
Naruto gasped, his blue eyes wide and alert
"You- you don't think?" Naruto choked on his words
"You don't think it was Itachi?"