So even my promised update is late. -_- I feel like such a failure. I hope this will make up for how long you guys have been waiting. I rushed to get this out for you guys's so I don't think it's as great asit could be and honestly, it feels like a filler. :/ But anyways, I'll shut up and let you guys read.

DISCLAIMER: NICE TRY, BUT I STILL DON'T OWN NARUTO :)

Sakura dropped her gaze to her arms and began scratching at the claw marks, feeling the need to reopen the wounds. This man made her nervous and she hated it. She felt uncomfortable under his calculating gaze. It was as if he was seeing deeper than her and she didn't like it. She didn't want him to see underneath the hard walls she had created. She hoped he couldn't. She didn't want him to understand it or even try because she knew he wouldn't be able to. No one could and no one will ever understand the lengths dancers went to to become prima ballerinas. To be noticed by their directors. To stay in their prime. This one man thought he could understand her logic with a few simple sessions. The thought in itself was almost insulting to Sakura, yet also slightly welcoming; at least it would have been, if it wasn't his job to show even an ounce of concern for her.

Sakura lifted her eyes from her fingers to find his cold onyx eyes still locked on her, devoid of emotion. The sight of those eyes, so familiar snapped a fuse within her.. Anger surged through her body. For some reason, she didn't want him to think she was unsure of what she was doing. She was so utterly and completely frustrated with people thinking she was anything like the naïve little girl she was back in high school. The pinkette looked him straight in the eye, throwing her fears of this man to an innate corner of her mind.

"Sir, I'm sorry to say your services aren't needed here," she stated proudly. "Seeing as I refuse to become your patient, I'd like to believe you're free to leave. The rosette maintained the eye contact, as if it would prevent him from challenging her order to leave. He merely raised an eyebrow and took a step further into her room, her personal space, before coolly responding. "Despite what you would like to believe Saku-" "Haruno." she cut in. He cocked his head to the side slightly, expression still blank but his questioned her interruption. "We are hardly on a friendly basis," the girl casually explained, scrutinizing her fingernails once again, not in an act of nervousness but merely to attempt to piss this infuriating man off. "My name to you is Haruno." He gave a nod of understanding as a fleeting emotion ran through his eyes.

"Was that hurt? Why would he be hurt?" Sakura pondered as she studied the man in front of her. He seemed familiar. His tone of voice, his speech patterns, his eyes. Looking closely she saw they weren't onyx but a dark grey. A beautiful, familiar shade of grey. She couldn't quite place it but she knew him from somewhere.

The man coughed, breaking Sakura from her musings. "Miss Haruno, the fact that you don't believe that your actions towards yourself are harmful is clearly a confirmation of my needing to be here. Besides, Tsunade has already signed your papers, you've been approved for these sessions. I'll be here for however long it takes ." He took another step forward and she flinched. He had to have been two feet away from the edge of the hospital bed but it still felt too close to her.

"Look," Sakura snapped, pulling herself to a sitting position with her good arm, "I don't want to be here and I'm pretty damn sure you don't want to be here either. So, if you would just tell those doctors down there, that my mental health is perfectly fine, then… I can make it worth your while," she said sultrily, leaning forward, revealing cleavage to the man in front of her. He raised an eyebrow as the beginnings of a smirk grew onto his face.

"Oh, really, Miss Haruno?" he questioned, his smirk spreading. It was then she knew that she had him. My own smile grew as he walked around to the left side of the bed and leaned down, whispering into her ear. "Unfortunately, you are a bit less curved than I would like. A 34 B, am I wrong?" The girl pushed him back with disgust, refusing to look at him. "Damn arrogant, all- knowing therapists," she huffed, muttering other insults underneath her breath as she buried herself into her pillows. "Besides," he continued, "what kind of brother would I be if I let my foolish otouto and Naruto's best friend carry on this way?"

Pink tresses whipped around as Sakura turned to look at the man before her. "Foolish otouto..." She trailed off. Little brother. Otouto. That word, it was Japanese, not something you hear every day in Manhattan. There was only one family she had ever known to still talk like that and it was the Uchihas. Little brother meant-

"Itachi!" My eyes widened as he gave me a small smile, his eyes lighting up with amusement. "Ah, finally, you notice, Saku-chan. I have to say, I'm a bit hurt you didn't remember me sooner."

I threw my good arm at his chest beating him with it as tears began to fall from my eyes. "You left us for college, remember? I was only twelve and you were such a smartass that you graduated high school at sixteen! That was seven years ago! You didn't even say goodbye to me, you asshole!" The last part came out a whisper and the room quieted. Stiffened by the change in the mood, Itachi placed her back onto the bed. looked over the nineteen year-old slowly. He shook his head as traced a scar on her arm. "You're so light now, Saku-chan. Too light. And these scars.

"I…" He hesitated, not knowing what to say. Luckily he didn't have to. A rough knock on the door caught both of their attention.

Peeking through the door were Sasuke and Naruto, waiting anxiously to come in. Her face fell. "Itachi, I can't face them right now." I mumbled, burying her face into the sleeve of her hospital gown. " We just had a huge fight about my health and if they see me here in this condition, then they'll never let me out of their sight and I-"

"If this is the condition you leave yourself in then maybe it would be better for someone to watch you, Sakura." The pinkette's jaw dropped. He knew better than anyone how she hated being manipulated and controlled. Now here he was giving her this bull shit. The heart rate monitor beside her bed began to beat just a little faster.

"Excuse me, Itachi?"

"I believe you heard me, Sakura. This behavior isn't healthy, as your friend I care. I can't bear to see you do this to yourself. I just can't let you." The speed of the beeping increased irregularly.

All Sakura seemed to her was 'I can't let you.' The words echoed in her mind until it became all she could hear. She was absolutely infuriated with the man in front of her. The beeping stopped, only for a moment. "Well, if you don't want to see it, I suggest you lea-!" She yelled before gasping for an intake of breath. The heart rate monitor was beating out of control and a nurse soon rushed into the room. Itachi was frozen as Sakura's body began to convulse.

"We've got an epileptic seizure and a 428.0 congestive heart failure! Someone get Tsuanade in here and get this man out, now!"

Itachi provided no resistance to the nurse moving him. In fact, he didn't realize his body had been moved until the door was slammed in his face, shouts and barked orders bleeding through the heavy door as Tsunade and the nurses struggled to stabilize the pinkette's condition. Sasuke and Naruto were shaking him, somewhat awakening him from his trance, with questions on Sakura's health and what was wrong. The long-haired man was in no position to answer them. How could he when he himself didn't even have those answers? Ignoring the boys questions and concerns, he walked himself to the wall nearest the door and slid down, his head buried in his hands. The questions, slowly began to cease as the two saw the distress radiating off the older man.

Was this his fault? Her heart wouldn't have failed if he had been more careful of her position. She wouldn't have had the seizure. She wouldn't have been upset. They could have calmly finished their conversation if he hadn't let his emotions interfere with his judgment. Shaking his head, he let out a deranged chuckle. It seemed he could do nothing but hurt her. Apparently, he knew nothing about her anymore. Apparently, he never did. The elder Uchiha raised his head at a snail's pace and gave the boys a sad smile before quietly asking,

"Has Sakura always had epilepsy?"

So if it makes you guys feel better. I've already starte chapter four. With luck, it will either be a longer chapter or two chapters out by this saturday. I'll try to start doing regular updates again but we'll see. Have happy holidays everyone!

-BABN :)