Hiya, guys! Thanks so much for the feedback! I don't even mind the lack of reviews, because Razell, Shinda, and The Yamato leave such filling reviews. Thank you three so much. This chapter is for you guys.

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Razell- Yes, Sakon wouldn't be Sakon if he wasn't an ass. Ukon will be mentioned in this chapter, don't worry about him! Yeah, Yori and her father aren't close. That will be explained in a later chapter, and I'll remind you. :P

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The Yamato- Thanks so much! You have no idea how big of a compliment that is to me, really. I mean, we never saw much of Sakon and Ukon, so it's kind of hard to type how they'd act, you know?? So, thanks so much!

AN: You all realize this is M, right? I just want to make sure. I mean, you know…so there's…M stuff…you know? Quite honestly, this would be the first hint of M-ness I've ever done. I feel like people would think less of me for writing M stuff. TT^TT so please know what you're getting into!!

Chapter Four

"I'm so glad that you decided to come home with me, Sakon-chan," Hana said happily.

"Yeah, well it's not like I had a choice." Sakon mumbled.

"Actually you did, Sakon-chan," Hana reminded with a cheerful smile.

"Would you stop calling me that?" He demanded. "I'm not a girl!"

Hana's smile didn't falter, "Okay, Sakon-kun."

"God, that's almost worse," he muttered. The only reason why he agreed to come with this psycho was because she said she could help his brother. That and he didn't want to stay in that god damned hospital.

"You'll love it at my house, dear. We live quite away from anyone else, so we're left to our own a lot. Which is fine because I have my lovely family and my lovely pets and lovely plants. Oh, I can't wait to see those plants…" Hana trailed off blissfully.

Sakon rolled his eyes. Hana set a slow pace for them, because even though Sakon's wounds had healed, for the most part anyway, there were still some open wounds, and his muscle tissue had been torn apart and repairing muscle damage took a while, even for someone with Sakon's ability. It was especially harder without his brother.

Hana offered him the use of a wheelchair, but he politely told her to "put that fucking thing up her ass". She didn't mind, she was still on cloud nine to be going home. She didn't offer crutches.

"Your fucking house sounds so fucking lovely."

"Please don't speak like that when we get there, dear. My husband doesn't tolerate lip. At least, not from boys."

"Whatever," Sakon said, rolling his eyes. "How are you going to help Ukon, again?"

"We've been over this at least three times, Sakon-kun."

"I don't care, explain it a fourth time," he snapped.

Hana sighed. His attitude was beginning to effect hers. "I have many herbal plants in my greenhouse, some of which will be able to wake your brother from his slumber. You mentioned something about being able to separate?"

"Yeah."

"Well, that would be most helpful when it comes time to wake him, so you will sleep with him inside you for tonight, and we will work on him tomorrow, when you separate."

"Whoohoo," Sakon said sarcastically.

"I hate these clothes, by the way," he told her, holding the shirt for emphasis.

"I know, dear, but your other clothes were so badly damaged that we absolutely had to throw them away. Unless you want to prance around naked, deal with it."

"…"

They walked in silence for a while. Hana hummed an unknown tune, the happy pep in her gait made him sick. How could someone be so happy? What was so fucking great about her house? What was so great about a god damn snivelling baby and happy-sappy husband?

"What am I supposed to call you and your family?" he asked, bored enough to talk about anything.

"Well, you can call me Mom, and my husband Dad…"

"No. Fucking. Way."

Hana pouted, "Well you don't have to be so mean about it. You can call me Hana, and I'll let my husband decide what you call him. Knowing him it'll be something stupid, like "Kami-sama" or "Kimi-sama"," she rolled her eyes. "He tries to make me call him "Kimi-dono" when we have sex."

Sakon blanched, that was something he didn't want to know or hear, ever.

"As for my daughter…well…you can call her Yori-chan. She's my precious baby, you know. Probably the last one I'll ever have, until she has kids of her own."

Sakon was done talking now. He didn't want to hear any more about her family. Her stupid baby girl, her dumb plants. Her creepy husband and the foreplay. That was fucking weird.

"Oh…we're here!" Hana exclaimed as they came into a wide clearing.

In the middle of the clearing was a large tan house that was dominated in size by the greenhouse behind it. Cats, cats everywhere. Everywhere. And as soon as they saw Hana, they ran up to them, meowing and crying at their mistress.

"Oh, my babies! My poor kitties! I've missed you so…!" she began to cry. She knelt down and cuddled some of the cats. "My poor cats!" she sobbed.

Poor cats? What the hell? They were all plump and healthy looking to him. Poor cats? Whatever. Big crybaby.

"Oh…oh…oh….Sakon-kun," she hiccuped and snuggled a brown, rather ugly looking cat with three legs, "You can just go ahead inside, dear."

Sakon rolled his eyes at the crying woman. Stupid woman. He walked over to the door, his limp only visible if one looked hard enough. The door disgusted him right away. Hanging from the door was a little plaque that said, "There's no place like home, and no home's a home without cats!"

"How…lovely…" his eye twitched as he knocked on the door. He heard shuffling and yelling and he kept banging.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming you crazy old hag!"

Hag? Oh, whoever was on the other side was going to pay.

The door swung upon in mid-knock, and the next thing he knew, he was greeted with a sneeze, followed by a wave of nasty, slimy snot.

"I'm sorry Tora-baba, I--You're not Tora-baba."

Sakon's eye twitched dangerously. "I'm going to fucking kill you."

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"Oh shit," Yori mumbled, her face turning a bright shade of red. It was that--that Sokan kid. In her doorway. Looking pissed. And covered in her snot.

His eye twitched angrily. "I'm going to fucking kill you," he said in a dangerously low, deep voice that sent shivers down Yori's spine, but not out of fear.

His voice was sexy.

"YORI!" Hana pushed Sakon aside and hugged her daughter. "My baby! My baby girl!"

"That's your baby?" Sakon said, brushing his shoulder with a wince.

"My precious baby!" Hana corrected, covering Yori's face in kisses. "Look at you!" she said, holding her an arms length away. "Have you gotten taller? Your breasts bigger? Maybe it's your hair, have you done something with your hair?"

"I'm SICK."

"And I'mcovered in snot." Sakon snapped. "This is fucking nasty. I swear to god, I'm going to fucking-"

"Who is this?" Yoshiro boomed, appearing behind Yori. He glanced over Sakon and leered at him in his snot-covered glory.

"Great time to show up, father." Yori mumbled. Yoshiro gripped her shoulder tightly.

"Oh Yoshiro!" Hana began to cry again.

Yoshiro hugged his wife, "Sokan was it?" He asked Sakon.

"Sakon."

Yoshiro grunted. "You should get cleaned up."

Yori blushed and Sakon glared. He already didn't like this family. They were annoying, disgusting, rude, and stupid.

The father dwarfed his wife and daughter. He was broad-shouldered and his short, ear-length ebony hair and green eyes reminded him of Orochimaru-sama. The daughter was smaller, but she had her fathers' broad shoulders. She had long black hair and green eyes and she reminded him of Orochimaru-sama as well, only she was had healthy tan instead of Orochimaru-sama's pale pasty white colored skin.

"Uh, why don't I…?" The girl started. Sakon looked at her with his icy glare. She flinched, "uh…show you the bathroom…" she finished weakly.

She turned around and walked a little inside the house. She looked over her shoulder. Sakon hadn't moved. Yori sighed and grabbed his hand. It felt rough in her softer one.

He jerked his hand out of hers quickly, as if her skin burned him. Yori flushed and walked over to him.

He watched her fiercely as she leaned forward and whispered, "Look, I'm really, really sorry. I am. But do you want to stay here covered in snot and watch my parents make up for the week they've been apart? Because I certainly don't. I know what they do when dad gets back from a mission; mom'd be the same. Trust me, you don't want to know, you don't want to see, and you sure as hell don't want to hear. So please," she sighed and took a breath, "follow me?"

Sakon looked over at Hana and Yoshiro, who were lip-locked. He grimaced and gave Yori the slightest nod. She turned around and sidestepped her parents and led Sakon past the living room and up the stairs to the bathroom.

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"Who the hell are you, anyway?" Sakon demanded as soon as Yori shut the door.

Yori looked confused for a moment, "I'm Yori Kimi."

"No," Sakon said, rolling his eyes. "I mean, who are you, not what's your name. Are you a ninja? And where the hell am I?"

"You're in Kushii, a small town about 200 miles from Konoha, and more than 250 miles from anywhere else. I'm a rookie medic ninja and I was the one who found you. I saved your life," she said smugly.

Sakon's arm shot out suddenly and gripped Yori by her neck. He lifted her only a few inches above the ground, but his arm was already starting to shake slightly. "You," he hissed in her face. "I don't give a damn if you saved my life or not, don't you ever talk to me like that. I can kill you in more than a hundr-"

Yori's leg shot forward and kicked him between his legs. He let go with a yelp and dropped to his knees. Yori kicked him to the ground and sat on his stomach. She grabbed his hair and leaned over to his face, her eyes narrowed.

"Don't you everlay your hands on me again, or next time I'll castrate you. Sure, you may be able to kill me, but you certainly can't do it right now. Like it or not, I saved your life. You owe me. Now," she released his hair and sat back on his abdomen. She caressed his face softly, "you'll be here a long time, Sakon. I can make your stay here a living hell, or a pleasant vacation. I can drug your food and drink and make you shit the whole world out your smart little ass. I can make you puke up your stomach. I can do all kinds of things to your body."

"Or…" she stopped her caressing and started playing with a strand of his hair, "We can have a fun time. There's a lot you can teach me. There's a lot I can teach you. I can even help you with your physical therapy and training."

"So…" she leaned forward again, her face mere inches from his. "what's it gonna be?"

"Get the fuck off me!" Sakon pushed and bucked beneath her, but his body was still recovering. His fighting was useless. So he tried to punch and hit her instead.

She dodged his punches smoothly, taijutsu was something actually she excelled at. She grabbed one of his hands and was about to grab his other when his hand hit her breast. He smirked when she gasped softly and he gave it a firm, hard squeeze.

Yori's stomach flopped. "Are you trying to hurt me? Because my breasts aren't really all that sensitive. All you're doing is squeezing my boob."

Sakon glared at her passive face.

"Do you like that kind of thing?" she asked when he didn't move. "Maybe we could do something like that in place of physical therapy."

"No! Why the fuck would I want to do that?" he snapped.

"Oh I don't know. Maybe 'cause your hand is still on my boob and you've got a hard-on?"

Sakon paled and let go, "I do not."

Yori shrugged, "If you say so, Sakon-koi."

"Don't call me that! And get off of me!"

Yori ignored him, "What's it gonna be?"

"Whatever you want, just get the fuck off of me!"

Yori stood up and held out her hand. Sakon took it reluctantly.

They didn't speak as Yori got a washcloth from a drawer under the sink and wet it with warm water. She wrung it and handed it to Sakon, who snatched it and washed his face in front of the mirror.

Yori stood behind him and looked at Ukon. "Dude, what's up with the other head?"

"That's Ukon, my brother," Sakon grumbled, scrubbing hard.

"Your brother?"

"Yeah. It's part of my Kekkei Genkai," he ground out.

Yori reached out and brushed the hair out of his face. "I like him already. He's way cuter than you."

"Whatever. Don't touch him."

Yori let her arm hang by her side. She waited quietly for Sakon. When he was finished, she led him over to her room and opened the door. "You should just go to bed. This is my room, by the way, so please don't break anything."

She walked in and sat on the bed. "I don't care if you go through my stuff, because you probably will anyway."

Sakon stood by the door, his face stoic but his eyes showed irritation.

Yori ignored his quietness. "How old are you, anyway?" She asked as she stood and walked over to him.

"Fifteen," he muttered. "What's it to you?"

"Just wanna make sure," she said as she slid past him and out the door, "that it won't be considered rape."

"What?" his voice cracked. "What do you mean?"

"I'm joking, jeez. Don't get your undies in a tizzy. Besides, I think I like your brother more," she smiled as she shut the door in his face.

I'm sorry for any OOCness, but one kind of has to take a little liberty with these guys, you know?

Ukon's revival is in the next chapter, don't worry! A lot of people were worried about him.

Sakon was a little submissive in this chapter, and I apologize for that. He is still recovering so his muscle tissue is still repairing. Yori will be punished later though, I think, so don't go around thinking I've made Sakon a push-over. He's just weak right now and Yori is taking advantage of it to assert that she won't be pushed around. She knows she isn't as strong as he is.

Please review and tell me your thoughts! What did you like about this chapter? Did I totally make him OOC? Would you like a little more touchy-feely? Less? Please tell me.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

Tahoma size 10, 7 pages, 3,014 words

I DID IT! I PASSED THE 10,000 WORD MARK! YAY!!!

**Please tell me of any spelling mistakes, because for some reason the Word at school won't do the spell check for me**

**I got a lot of reviews saying Yori was a little slutty in this chapter. I apologize, I only meant her to be teasing. Perhaps I didn't really get into her character too much in the other chapters if she comes off as being slutty and not just messing around with his head. (UH NOT THAT WAY!!!)

I didn't mean to make her so slutty, I am so sorry. I only meant her to be playfully teasing, not slutty teasing.**