A/N- written for sasusaku month! and yes, this was most definitely inspired by tangled. prompt was 'umbrella'

disclaimer-i do not own naruto or tangled.

Enchanted

Uchiha Sasuke groaned as he awakened, his head pounding. His joints were stiff, but to his displeasure, he was unable to stretch them and relieve the ache.

What the hell? He thought inwardly, struggling to open his eyes. What happened?

Finally, he opened his eyes, only to be met with a pair of very green, very bright eyes staring right into his.

"AAAAH!" the owner of said eyes screamed so freaking loud, as she realized that he had woken up. Quickly, she hit him over the head with with something, and quickly retreated.

Sasuke looked at her incredulously as she flung herself away from him, and took in his current situation. He was in a seemingly cylindrical room, intricately designed. He looked at the walls, covered in decals. The most eye catching, however, was a small painting. It showed two graceful hands, a glowing green light surrounding them. They were attatched to a figure not shown on the canvas. The people in the background were blurry, as if the artist couldn't quite remember their features. He wondered what the meaning behind the painting was, before remembering the problem at hand. His head ached and he was tied to a bloody chair with an impossibly shiny and strong rope and-

Wait.

He looked at the bonds holding him to the chair, pink and luxurious. He then glanced at the girl looking at him fearfully and holding some sort of weapon...whose hair was attached to his bindings.

Whose hair was the bindings.

Sasuke felt his eyes go very wide as he observed the girl in front of him. He took in her impossibly green eyes and her full mouth, her short stature and her hair that must of been wrapped around him numerous times and was still able to be flung about the room.

"Who-" His voice, he was embarrassed to realize, croaked as he realize how long it has been since he had spoken to another person, "Who are you? And why the hell am I tied up with your freaking hair?"

The girl blinked, surprised, before the anger set in on her features. "Who am I?" she cried angrily, causing Sasuke to wince at the pitch of her voice. "You broke into my home, you jerk!" She gestured furiously with the weapon in her hands, and Sasuke was shocked to see that it was a large, floral patterned umbrella.

"What? You foolish woman, I-" Sasuke started to deny, before realizing he couldn't actually remember just quite what happened. He was knocked unconscious, undoubtedly because of the girl and her damn umbrella.

Letting out a low oath, he reflected upon the actions that brought him here. He had heard rumors of a magical object, something that could heal all wounds, reverse time, and even bring others back to life. It was the last quality that drew him in, the power to restore life. He had been traveling, scouring the land for any rumor of such an object. Finally, he came upon a source that informed him of a woman who had been living for over three hundred years, but stopped aging at thirty. They said she occasionally visited a hidden tower tucked deep into the forest, and with that, Sasuke had his heading. He remembered his pride at finding the elegant tower, intent on searching the hidden home until he found what he so desired. What he didn't expect, however, was to be attacked and bound by a tiny fairy of a girl with freakishly long hair and bright eyes and-

He sighed. This just wasn't his day. "Listen, this is a misunderstanding-"

"You broke into my home!" the girl flailed, arms gesturing to show her displeasure. "Who does that?"

"Just untie me and I'll explain to you!" She was so loud.

"Ha!" she laughed disbelievingly. "Why would I do that? You broke into my home-"

"I heard you the first time," Sasuke cut her off, his head beginning to ache. "I was looking for something, and my quest lead me here."

Her eyes widened at the word 'quest', and she seemed to visibly calm down. However, she did not put down her umbrella. "What are you looking for?"

Sasuke smirked, seeing an opportunity. "A magical object of some sort. It can heal wounds, give life, and reverse time."

He searched her features for any sign of recognition, but her face remained carefully blank. Sighing, he dismayed. "Alright, fine. Can you just let me go?" and then, reluctantly, he added "I'm sorry for disturbing you."

She didn't answer, but seemed to be thinking something over. Taking a deep breath, she warily moved toward him, umbrella in hand.

As she began to untie her hair, which smelt pleasantly of flowers, she said hesitantly, "My name is Sakura."

He frowned, wondering what brought that on, but as he glanced at her pleading eyes he figured there was no harm in giving his in return. "Sasuke," he grunted.

"Sasuke," she murmured, testing it on her tongue. Finally, he was free to leave.

He stood to depart, before realizing something was missing. His satchel. He gave himself a brief once over, but it was nowhere on his person. HIs gaze turned to Sakura, who was innocently glancing at anything but him.

He sighed, not for the first time today. "Where's my satchel?"

Her expression turned victorious, "You'll never find it! Ha-"

He quickly glanced around the room, "It's in that pot." He gestured to an elaborate vase with the strap of his bag hanging out.

She flushed, and he raised an eyebrow as she grudgingly handed it over.

"I'm um, sorry about all of this." She murmured bashfully, "But hey! That's what you get for sneaking into people's towers. Don't do that!"

"Noted," he muttered, fixing the laces on his boots.

He was just about to climb out of the tower and forget all about the girl with the umbrella and continue on his journey, when a small voice spoke up behind him.

He turned to see Sakura, looking at the ground as she spoke, "Good luck on your quest, Sasuke."

He looked at her then, with her impossibly long hair and her naive ways, and wondered if she had ever left her tower, wondered if she had her own journey to fufill. He looked around the intricately decorated room, wondering if she painted and spun all her dreams into her home, when her own life was a blank canvas. She was worrying her lower lip, and looked so sad to be left alone again.

He cursed inwardly. He knew he was going to regret this.

"Hey," he began, clearly uncomfortable and reluctant. "Do you, uh, do you want to come with me? I mean-"

He didn't know what he meant, so with a frown, he stopped talking. Sakura was wringing her hands, head bent. Then, she looked at him, eyes glistening. Sasuke panicked inwardly, praying that she wasn't going to cry. Suddenly, she smiled slowly, hesitantly. With a cry of joy, she threw herself into his arms, knocking them to the ground and enveloping them with her hair. She seemed to be laughing, but at the same time, to his dismay, crying into the crook of his neck.

"Okay," she began, a bit breathless. "But only because you asked. I was totally just about to leave, you know. By myself. But clearly, you need me. So!"

Sasuke groaned. He knew this was a bad idea.

After shaking her off, he watched in subtle amusement as Sakura began to pack her things, all the while chattering on and on about how lonely she was, how she had never left her tower and how only one person ever came to visit her and how she felt like she's been waiting for something her whole life and how grateful she was to Sasuke for giving her a way out.

He nodded infrequently as she spoke, occasionally grunting in response. He didn't know what the reason behind his actions were, just that it didn't feel right to leave her. She was so talkative though, and he was starting to miss the silence that usually enveloped his life.

"Alright!" Sakura stood before him, a small satchel over her shoulder. He could see the handle of her umbrella sticking out among the many heavy books she had packed. "I'm ready!"

Her features were eager, her eyes wide and nervous, and he realized that this was the first time she would be leaving her tower. Sasuke wondered why she was even in one in the first place.

He nodded, and made his way to the window. He used the ledge to help propel him downward, and heard Sakura's gasp as he began to climb down.

"Come on," he called up to her once he reached the ground, squinting into the sun. "You can climb, right?"

From the top of her tower, her home, he could see she was nervous. He cursed. This was so much more trouble than it was worth...

Sasuke was about to climb back up and help her down, when suddenly, a cascading rope of pink hair unraveled down the tower wall.

He blinked. Alright.

"I can do this. I can do this. I have a quest.." he could hear Sakura's muttering from her perch on the window ledge. Her eyes were wide with fear, but also exhilaration.

"Uh, are you sure this is a good idea?" He called up as she latched onto her makeshift rope.

He received an answer in the form of a shriek as she slid down, stopping about four feet above the ground.

Her eyes were clenched shut, and her grip on her hair was extremely tight.

"Hey," he began, and then frowned. He had wasted his monthly quota of words on this girl. "You coming down?"

"Um, maybe. Yes. Yes! I am leaving my tower, and..."

Her eyes were still closed and her hands were still clenched, so with a sigh, he reached to untangle her when suddenly, she let go.

He watched incredulously as she flopped on the ground, the soft grass cushioning her fall. She was blinking rapidly, taking in the new sensations.

He was about to yank her up and inform her that they needed to go, when...

She fainted.

Uchiha Sasuke contemplated screaming, something he had not done in a very long time. Berating himself for his stupid decision, he carried Sakura, her hair dragging on the forest floor.

It was time to find Naruto.

TBC