The lights are narrowing; the darkness is overwhelming.

It had become a habit.

Naruto's worry for my well being was increasing. I never blamed him; I, myself, was a bit tensed and anxious. The reason for that was due to the sudden habits of mine through the span of a few weeks.

One, I skipped meals until it got to the point where I just forgot to eat that day. Of course, my stomach was full and satisfied with the luxury of blood, but other than that, I had no problem with skipping dinner, breakfast or lunch. I shouldn't say I didn't have a problem, but my body didn't. That hit me as unusual to the extreme.

Two, I rarely hung out with anyone but Naruto. Since he was my 'life source' I would follow him around town. Ino, questioned me practically daily, and to protect her from my own self, I would avoid her. Sasuke, popped here and there from time to time; but our current relationship went back to before he confessed: nothing but former teammates.

And the third habit, which took me by surprise when Naruto mentioned it to me the third night it started, was sleeping during the days. During one afternoon, I had taken a nap in the apartment due to irritation on my skin. It hurt, for some reason, every time I stepped outside. And from impatience, I just shoved myself in my room until Naruto arrived. My sleeping pattern was damaged since then. Awake all through the night, taking random naps in the day.

Tsunade had put me on temporarily unemployment by the hospital due to my, er, disability. She promised from the beginning that she was creating an antidote which would cure my symptoms. When Naruto explained my sleeping pattern and sun exposure problems to her, I was told to continue doing what's 'best for me'.

I had never felt such irritation at the old lady than that one moment standing there in her office. Why wasn't she doing anything other than this? Do what's best for me? What the hell did that mean? I was like a daughter to her; she explained that to me many times before, if that was the case, why couldn't she be more serious about this?

I doubt she believes us, Sakura. Naruto whispered that instant. It was low, something only I would hear. He knew exactly what I was thinking. No, that wasn't the case. It's because he felt the same anger, if not more.

He was just as mad at her for not doing anything- it was there in his sapphire eyes, with a tint of crimson.

The words were a blow to the chest, in fact. And I only knew one way to persuade her enough.

The thoughts circling my head were wild and frantic as I jumped towards Naruto's shoulders. Piercing my teeth into the soft flesh, something I have grown accustomed to, my mind lingered toward the Hokage.

I made so that blood would flow down my jaw, emphasizing my act. Naruto grunted, and then chuckled a bit.

God, its was so damn good.

Despite that, I pulled away, wiping my mouth. Tsunade's face was incredulous. Shizune had fainted, her pig nuzzling her neck.

You don't know how great that tastes. I told her, It's like heaven. Something beyond words. It's not normal, Tsunade-sama!

She was shocked, and then gathered her features. Closing her eyes, she had said, I see. Very well. Shizune-SHIZUNE- set a group of ANBU assassins to the palace in which these two were captured. I want them to give me an elaborate investigation. Who were those people, and what do they do. I especially want them to investigate that prison underneath the palace. Now.

I had smiled at my master. Now, that's what I was talking about.

The sleeping arrangement was a problem between Naruto and me as well. We barely got to see each other. The availability of his blood was no problem (when I wanted blood, nothing, not even sleep and drowsiness, could get in the way) but our time together. It was a little depressing…

…although, something in me couldn't care less- as long as the blood was still around.

That killed me.

I've noticed…during those long nights, strolling around town, doing nothing but gazing at the moon, my heart had slowly been dissolving away.

The good in me was being swallowed up, inch by inch, by this new me.

Just like most of the time, this thought was awoken by something I had done. This time, swinging on a swing in a middle of a park, I met a boy, age's four to six.

Dread came over me as the aroma of warm, sweet blood, filled my senses. My fingers shook violently on the metal bars, eyes never leaving the small figure.

Boy…why aren't you at home? It's late at night.

He was startled by my presence, Sister, I got lost. I'm scared.

And he really did seem like it.

Although, not as much as I was.

Look away, just look away, the voice in my head kept pestering me; you already had Naruto's blood.

I shook my head; it shouldn't matter if I had the blonde's blood…I shouldn't even think about drinking from this little boy.

Yet…

The boy appeared before my knees, wiping tears off his eyes. He seemed so warm…I gulped.

Sister…its cold…

I gathered him in my arms, Where do you live? Nothing in my voice seemed soothing; it was rasp, almost tortured.

While he spoke, the monster in me growled at my stalling. Do it, and then walk away…

Oh god, I was going to hurt this boy.

Caring no more for his safety, I pushed him to the ground and ran as far away from him- or any person in sight- as possible.

Sure enough, I had ended up in Naruto's arm, baring my teeth into his neck. I had woken him up from his sleep…I thought this would be a normal encounter, even though I startled him; I thought I'd get in, get out, the usual…but, something happened.

Naruto screamed in pain.

After noticing this, I reluctantly pulled back. His eyes were trenched, teeth smashed together.

Naruto!

That hurt!

I didn't know why. On instinct, my hand reached to inspect the wound, but that wasn't the problem.

Your teeth!

What was wrong with my teeth? I wondered. My tongue traced against my canines. It pierced at contact. I shrieked and jumped off the bed, running straight to a mirror.

Baring my teeth, I gasped instantly. Naruto came over, still wincing from pain, You have fangs!

I do NOT have fangs!

Yes, you do! LOOK!

I just have really sharp teeth, damn it!

Those are fangs!

Naruto! I elbowed him in the rib. Even so, from the shock that still had plagued me, I cowered down to the ground. He was right no matter how much I had doubted it. Those were…

Fangs.

A couple days had passed- nights for me. The shock was still around. As if I had gotten braces, I wouldn't smile, or show my teeth what so ever. Not that I was embarrassed, but this…this act of god marked my change. It was like a signature for the entire process.

I was Haruno Sakura, a full pledged, blood sucking, night wandering, ninja. Hooray.

But how did I get these? Over the span of twenty minutes, because the last time I had checked, my canines were normal as ever… Ironic, though, I always had wanted an easier way to pierce through someone's skin, for example Naruto's (without having to use chakra), and now that I had it, it's like a curse.

The tension between Naruto and I increased. He didn't want me to take him as often, since it hurt...which pretty much sucked, because I had a bigger appetite now.

Fortunately, one evening, as I woke up, the answers arrived.

I was inspecting my 'fangs'- which were about a few millimeters bigger than their original size, but much more pointier- when Naruto stormed in, all hyped up.

The ANBU assassins have come back! Tsunade has some answers, she wants to talk to you, come! He bolted right out as if it was him the old lady was waiting for.

Somehow I knew as I ran towards the Hokage's place, that once I go in there, my life will never be the same again. Okay, maybe that was a little too late, but generally speaking…I thought of the good side.

I might become normal again…yet…

A little part of me did not want to stop being who I was at the moment…