HEEELLLLOOOO EVERYONE!
Hey guys! I am onto chapter two! Sorry about the first one, I had to hurry a little but I think it was okay…at least it seemed like a cliffer…sort of…(sweatdrops)
Well anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter!
Oh and if you haven't seen this poem that me and my brother and sister made up here it is…
Sorry all you Hannah Montana fans but I had to post this…
It made me crack up forever…
It's also on my profile and "pink haired green eyed cinderella"…
Any one who tries to call this their own work WILL be hunted down…
Dashing through the snow
Miley's getting laid
Jackson Stewart groans
"YIPPE YIPPEE KAI YAY!"
Hannah Montana sings
"Hump me with all your might
Give me a quick release
Cause my pants are getting too tight
OOHHH!"
Jingle bells
Miley smells
Hannah Montana is gay
Jackson Stewart wants a hand feel
And says Billy Ray does him okay
HEEEEYYY!
…and so on and so forth
(hand feelblow job)
lol
Anyways…READ AND REVIEW!
…AND ENJOY!
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"Sakura Haruno, please report to Room 627, I repeat, Sakura Haruno please report to room 627."
Tiredly, a pink haired nurse looked up froman enormous mound of paperwork. Because of the constant fighting betweendifferent countries in the war, the medical industry was up to its neck in work.The last time thisweary nurse had sleep was 2 days ago, when she passed out fromthe burning heat.
Currently, Sakura Haruno was afirst class nurse, who had transferred from the main emergency treatment in the city, to a local recovery building for the survivors of bombings and such. Her mentor, Tsunade, had taken pity on her after seeing the poor girlwork for days on end.
"Hey, Sakura they're calling for you."
"Oh, yeah, thanks."
The pink haired kunichi stood up from her desk and walked toward room 627. A large boisterous woman greeted her there, apparently excited about something.
"Miss Haruno, your records show me that you have been exceptionally good at your job!"
"Thank you ma'am."
"Now, after much arguing and fighting, the staff and I have decided that you will be promoted to a new rank."
"Okay."
The woman grinned and pointed toward the curtained bed in the far right corner of the room.
"You will be assigned to assist and aid a recovering soldier from the battlefields. Now, you see, this man here was apparently caught up in a bombing and has been badly injured. The bandages cover him so well that you can barely make out his features. We think he has had some memory loss during the accident, but we're not too sure. Apparently, this guy is extremely antisocial."
"Okay."
"Now, you are to stay with him until he has fully recovered. This is your one and only patient. You are responsible for his health and needs. You are to stick by his side 24/7…well, at least most of that time. Is that clear?"
"Yes."
"Good. Somebody will give you more details later, but for now, you are to keep him company."
"Yes ma'am."
"See you later!"
"Bye."
The lively woman left, and Sakura headed toward her new patient. The dark blue curtains blocked the nurse's view, so she pushed them aside quietly.
Sitting on an old mattress, propped on a make shift bed, was a bandaged up raven haired man. Though most of his body was covered in bandages, Haruno could tell that this soldier was in tip top shape…and with only flimsy pieces of fabric covering him, she could see that he had abs of steel.
"Who's there?"
Sakura froze in her tracks. She was standing only a few yards away from the man, but he seemed to not see her. As the nurse stepped closer, her eyes widened as she noticed that her patient's eyes were bandage tightly with strips of cloth.
He's blind...
"God dammit, answer me!"
"…yes…"
"…who the hell are you?"
"…I'm your new nurse, Haruno Sakura."
"…hn."
The injured male turned away from the girl, grunting something about annoying pests. Hmf…grumpy aren't we?
"Excuse me, I'd like to know your name too."
"…hn."
"…well?"
"…why do you care?"
A vein started throbbing in Sakura's forehead.
"Because I am now in charge of taking care of you and in case you didn't know, if you start spazzing out on the floor and need some medication, I need to know your name or else nobody's going to know what the hell you need to stay alive."
"So? What's your name?"
Sakura gave an exasperated sigh and sat down on the edge of the bed. It this guy was going to be stubborn, then fine, she could care less.
"Fine. You don't have to tell me your name if you don't want to."
"…how'd you end up here?"
"…you know, are you an army soldier that got bombed or in the marines and a torpedo hit your ship or—"
"I don't remember."
"—what?"
"I don't remember where I came from. All I know is that I was in some kind of accident and some men that were with me and I got hurt real bad."
"…oh. Was it an explosion?"
"…don't know."
"Fine then, but what do you remember?"
"Enough interrogating for today. I need some rest."
The injured man shifted again, pulled a few blankets over his head, and seemed to fall asleep. Haruno was left sitting on the side, annoyed that the man obviously didn't like her.
"Jesus, you really are something."
"…dinner will be ready in an hour and a half. I'll wake you up twenty minutes before that to change a few bandages."
"…Good night."
"…hn."
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"That man really is antisocial!"
Sakura Haruno was yet again working on her mountain of paperwork. But this time, two of her three best friends were around her, chatting about little things and big things that have happened to them since the last time they met...a week ago. During this time period, being a nurse and/or doctor was a lot to handle, with all the patients swarming in and out of the buildings. These two had wanted to stick with Sakura, and in order to do so, also signed up to work in the recovery building.
"Who?"
"There's this guy that I was assigned to look after and even though I've said only a few words to him, he seems to already hate me with a vengeance."
"Sakura, you're probably exaggerating, right Hinata?"
"Yeah."
"I am not! I mean, I can understand why he can't answer some of the more personal questions, since he lost most of his memory, but…I don't know how to explain it but…it's like he hates everyone that gets near him."
"See? You're exaggerating again."
"Am not!"
"Did you guys hear anything about Tenten-san?"
The two bickering women turned toward Hinata and became silent. The oldest of the quadruplet of friends was Tenten, and there was a reason she was called the mistress of weapons. Ever since childhood, boys all over competed against a brown haired girl with two buns in her hair. And ever since childhood, every boy that fought against her had lost. She loved weaponry. Unfortunately, the government heard of the young mistress and sent an order for her to participate in the war. Though it had been illegal for women to partake in man to man combat before, present governments all around the world were going crazy. They sent millions of outrageous orders all over the place. There were children barely 14 years old that were forced into intense training camps. Many parents never saw their child again.
"…no."
"The last time I got any news about her was when I was told that she had been sent on a man to man combat mission somewhere in the south."
"…oh."
"…I hope she's alright."
"Hey, Sakura. Don't you have to go check up on your patient? Dinner's coming up real soon."
"Oh crap! See you guys later!"
"Bye!"
"Bye!"
The bright eyed nurse ran down the corridors and into Room 627. She scanned the beds and found that the young man was still sleeping. Sakura tip toed over to his side and gently shook.
"Hey…hey wake up…"
"…hn."
"Time to change a few bandages. Then I can give you your dinner."
"…hn."
The injured male sat up. Unwillingly, he gave the nurse his arm and let her unwrap the flimsy cloth covering it. She placed the used bandages in the trash can and wrapped new ones around the limb. Sakura did the same for the other arm and both of his forelegs.
"…those were pretty nasty scars."
"…hn."
"…so…are you ready? I can call in a dinner plate for you, or push you to the dining hall to have dinner with most of the patients."
"…I'd rather eat here."
Haruno phoned the kitchen and five minutes later, two trays were brought in by one of the kitchen boys.
"Thank you."
The wounded male fidgeted with his bound up hands and grimaced with irritation. There was no way he could pick up the bowl on his tray, let alone use chopsticks.
Sakura saw annoyance pass over the man's supposedly charismatic face and smiled to herself. She picked up his pair of chopsticks, selected a piece of chicken and held it to his mouth.
The man seemed to stare at the outstretched hand, though his eyes were covered, as if it were some kind of viper ready to strike. Sakura giggled and spoke softy with sincerity.
"Just eat it. I swear I poisoned it in no way, shape, or form."
"…open your mouth…"
The male didn't move an inch.
The nurse, exasperated and amused by the guy's behavior, stared him right in the face and opened her own mouth.
"…'ee ike 'is. O'en 'ur 'outh 'n eat it."
The man gaped at her childish behavior. Sakura, taking advantage of the moment, popped the chicken in his mouth and placed her small hands around his chin.
Gawking at the nurse, the male was forced to swallow the bit of food. Sakura, victorious, smiled a bright smile and scooped up a spoonful of rice for herself.
"See? That wasn't so bad was it?"
"…whatever."
"Here, try this. It's fried salmon skin."
"…I don't like salmon."
Haruno blinked. This man had finally willingly given some information about his personal interests, even if it was just about food. The joyous nurse smiled, and chose a piece of fruit this time, offering it to the male's mouth.
Passing by the slightly open doorway of room 627 were two twin nurses. They were very friendly, motherly women in their 50's, eager to help anyone that wanted their help. The older of the two, by 3 minutes, caught sight of the nurse and patient in the room.
"Well, would you look at that?"
"What?"
"That little sweetheart Sakura is laughing with her handsome new patient!"
"He's bandaged all over. How would you know if he's good-looking?"
"First of all, look at that hair! My, it's one of the thickest and silkiest and finest kinds I have ever seen. No regular man could ever have that sort of hair."
"So he's got good hair? What else?"
"Well, don't tell anyone this, but I used to date a man with the last name Uchiha."
"You mean that super rich and powerful clan in the north?"
"Yes. And though his hair was slightly shorter and less thick, it was the exact kind that that young man has."
"You supposing that that man is a Uchiha?"
"I ain't supposing, I'm saying. But promise me you won't tell anyone."
"I promise. Besides, you're me sis."
"Alright. Now let's leave these two lovebirds to themselves."
"Lovebirds eh? Now you've got to explain that one…"
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Damn. I published two chapters in one day. (one of them is in P.H.G.E.C.)It's tiring.
Anyways, did ya like this little chappie?
THANKS FOR READING!
Man, working with Sasuke is hard, considering that they don't know his name and he's injured and he's blind…BUT I LOOOOOVE IT!
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