And Hell Froze Over

Chapter 2

Kyoufushou

Disclaimer – Naruto and other related items belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

"Damn." A sudden whisper came from the shadows, accompanied by the wafting smell of blood.

Sasuke pressed his forehead to the cool stone of the alleyway wall. He furrowed his brow and closed his eyes.

How in the hell did I end up in this godforsaken city? They could've at least dropped me somewhere isolated, that way I wouldn't have to deal with these inferior mortals.

He clenched his fists tightly, his long, sharp nails digging into the palms of his hands.

Well, at least it'll make it easier to find a place to live. All I got to do is enter some home, scare the shit out of the mortals living there, and I'm set. I bet the bastards took my powers. I'm doomed to live forever among this sorry excuse of a species. Joy.

He pushed off the wall and walked slowly down the dark alley, listening to the sounds of the city.

The revving of engines as the vehicles passed.

The distant sirens of those obnoxious police cars.

And the annoying sounds of a nearby construction site.

Sasuke sighed and looked up. The sky was dimming slowly. Night was approaching in a few hours. He returned his gaze forward and turned out of the alley onto the sidewalk. Not many people walked in this neighborhood, but the ones that did, eyed him oddly. And who wouldn't? He walked out in public with no shirt, showing his scarred torso and bleeding back. He also wore black hakama. His hair spiked in the back while the bangs hung around his face down to his chin. Sasuke's frightening crimson eyes flitted dangerously across his surroundings. Most people assumed they were contacts.

Note: Hakama are a type of traditional Japanese clothing. The kind of hakama I'm thinking are like the kind Inuyasha wears.

Finally, Sasuke stopped in front of a tall building. It looked old and the windows; filthy. He made his way into the alley beside it and stared at the fire escape. He climbed it and came to a window on the sixth floor.

Sasuke smirked as he noticed it was unlocked and jumped inside.

Sakura stalked back to her locker and twisted the lock several times before wrenching it open. She grabbed her bag and stuffed in a couple needed textbooks. She slung the strap over her head, so that the strap rested on the shoulder opposite to the hip that the black messenger bag did. Sakura slammed her locker shut just as the bell rang, ending the lunch period.

Eh, might as well say bye.

She shrugged and walked back towards the cafeteria. She was met halfway by about half of the gang. Namely, Kiba, Naruto, Tenten, and Hinata.

"Sakura! What happened?" Kiba bounded up to her, the other three close behind. They formed a semi circle in front of her.

"Got suspended."

"Again?! Damn, Ino's gonna be pissed. Now she has to do the science presentation by herself." Tenten shook her head.

"She'll most likely get Shikamaru to help her since she wasn't really paying attention." Sakura shrugged. "All she needs is some note cards. We already assembled the damn model. Just tell her to stop by my place tomorrow morning and I'll hand over the model."

"Well, we should get to class. We'll be late. Bye, Sakura-chan." Hinata smiled and waved, as did Tenten and Kiba.

"Bye, Sakura-chan!" Naruto yelled as they receded down the hall.

"Later," she called. Sakura rested her arm on the messenger bag. She strolled out the front door of their second-rate school and across the street.

She weaved through various streets until she came to her apartment building. She walked through the door and turned left down a hallway. She counted to the fourth door and pushed it open, going up the winding stairway.

Ugh, they got to get the elevator fixed.

Sakura stopped at the sixth landing and pushed open the door, embarking down yet another hallway. She took a right, then another right, then a left. Two doors down on the left, was her apartment. She dug out her keys from her bag and inserted them into the lock. Pushing open the dull red door, she entered, closed the door behind her, and tossed her keys onto the counter.

Her apartment consisted of one small bedroom with a bathroom, a cramped kitchen, a coat closet near the front door, and a small living room.

Sakura sighed and reached for the light switch. It was pitch black in her apartment since the window gave almost no light whatsoever. She flipped the switch and was instantly scared shitless.

A tall, shirtless man stood less than a foot in front of her. Her head only reached his shoulders. His red and black eyes pierced through her emerald. He had a foreboding aura about him that did not sit well with Sakura.

The second she saw this man, she cried out in surprise and jumped back, her back hitting the door. She furrowed her brow and glared angrily at him, once she regained her composure. "Who the fuck are you and why are you in my apartment?!"

He didn't answer right away and Sakura opened her mouth to yell at him again, but was cut off when he spoke. "Leave."

Sakura gaped at him. Who was he to order her to leave her own home? Hell no, she was not going to stand for this. "Leave? You want me to leave? Asshole, this is my home, you leave." She crossed her arms over her chest.

The man growled. He hated being ordered around. "Leave." He repeated, this time more firmly.

Sakura scoffed and shook her head. She looked down to the ground, unable to hold his unwavering gaze. That was when she saw it.

She looked back at him, anger building. "Motherfucker! There's blood all over my carpet!" She shoved past him and gaped at the blood that trailed all over her off-white carpet. She looked in the kitchen. Blood was all over the tile, too! "Bastard! That's not going to come out!" She turned back to face him. "You better get out of my apartment, now." Her tone was low and surprisingly calm.

His glare darkened. "I'm staying here whether you like it or not, girl. If you want to stay, I don't care." He walked into the living room and seated himself at the dark blue couch.

Sakura glared at him. "Arg!! Stupid shithead!"

"My name isn't shithead, it's Sasuke. Uchiha Sasuke."

"Like it matters! And why are you sitting on my couch? You're getting blood on that, too!"

"So? It's a couch."

"Yeah, but it's my couch. You've contaminated enough of my belongings with you blood. By the way, why do you insist on staying here? Are you that much of a loser that you can't get a job to support yourself?"

"I've only just arrived here." Sasuke stared blankly at her.

"So you just enter someone's home and demand that they leave so you can live there? It doesn't work like that, smart one."

Worked in the Underworld. Sasuke shrugged in response.

Sakura rolled her eyes. "Stay here and don't touch anything else. I don't want anymore blood where it doesn't need to be. I'm already gonna burn the couch." She disappeared into the bedroom.

Sasuke glared at the door she'd left through. When she came back with a bottle of clear liquid, two rags, and a roll of bandages his glare intensified. "You're not coming near me with that crap. For all I know, you're plotting to put poison in my bloodstream."

Sakura seemed shocked. She gave an overdramatic gasp. "Holy shit! Are you physic?" She shook her head and proceeded to dump the items on the coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Sakura went into the kitchen and came back with a basin of water. "If you want to stay, you're going to be clean. Otherwise, you can get the hell out." She cocked her head towards the door. She set the basin on the table as well.

And I'm letting him stay, why?

'Cause he's smexy.

Hardly. He's an asshole.

Yeah, you know you want his body.

...Shut up.

Sakura pointed at the floor in front of her. "Sit, now."

Sasuke crossed his arms and leaned back into the couch, ignoring the sting when his wounds met the fabric. "No."

"You are so infuriating." Sakura growled and stomped over to the couch, sitting beside him. With some difficulty, she managed to force him to sit with his back facing her.

Sakura stared at his hair. "Hey, promise you won't get offended." Sasuke didn't answer her. "Are you gay?"

Sasuke turned to look at her, an insulted glare plastered on his face. "Excuse me?"

"Well, no straight guy I know has his hair this well kept. Except for Neji, but he has the whole pride thing going on. I mean, it looks like you spend forever getting all you hair into those perfect spikes. How else do you do that but with gel and hairspray? And why is it shaped like some bird's ass?"

Sasuke growled, restraining himself from mauling her. It'd be suspicious... "I. Am. Not. Gay. My hair is like this naturally. And you should be one to talk about hair. Pink?"

"Hey! My hair is natural, thank you very much!"

"Well, so is mine." He turned his back to her again.

"No way." She reached up and ran a hand through his hair. "Whoa! It's so soft! What do you do with it?" She ran her hand through it again.

"I wash it. And cut it out!" He smacked her hand away without looking at her again.

Sakura stuck a tongue out at the back of his head. She sighed and grabbed the rag from the table, and dunked it in the basin. She wrung it out and took it to his back. Sakura scrubbed the dried blood of, none too gently.

Sasuke hissed and flinched. "I swear, I'll kill you." He whispered darkly.

Sakura scoffed and muttered, "Pussy." Once satisfied, she grabbed the other rag and the bottle of clear liquid, alcohol. She paused and looked down at the couch. She shrugged and grinned evilly. Sakura took the bottle of alcohol and poured it at the top of Sasuke's back. The liquid dripped down his back, running over his wounds.

Sasuke clenched his fists and hissed again, arching his back. "What the hell was that?!"

"What? I was cleaning your wounds. How'd you get these anyway? Were you tortured by a stripper with a whip?" She gasped. "I bet you were, weren't you?"

"No! It's none of your business."

"Whatever, man." Sakura dabbed at his back with the rag until he was dry. She grabbed the roll of bandages and began to roll them tightly around Sasuke's torso.

"What are you doing now?"

"Do you want your wounds to get infected?" When she was answered with silence, Sakura continued until she got to his lower back, at the end of the deep gashes. She stood off the couch and once again went into the bedroom. She came back with something in her hands.

"Since I don't want a topless male prostitute," Sasuke scowled at this, "walking around my apartment, you can borrow a haori." Sakura tossed a plain dark blue haori at Sasuke.

Sasuke caught it and stuffed his arms into the sleeves. He tied the sash loosely.

"Now if you don't mind, I'm tired. It took forever to deal with your stripper wounds. I'm going to go to take a nap." Sakura glanced at the clock. It was only six o'clock. Damn! It's been three hours? Sakura walked into her room, shutting the door behind her. She removed her shirt and walked over to her dresser. She pulled a big black t-shirt over her head. It went down to her thighs. Sakura slipped out of her jeans and ambled over to her full size bed. Sighing, she buried her head in her pillows.

On the other hand, Sasuke sat on the couch, glaring at the evil materials still resting on the coffee table. Damn bitch. Still glaring, Sasuke decided to rest and lay on the couch, his back facing the room.

Sakura woke up a couple hours later and exited her room. She saw Sasuke sleeping and smirked. Sakura went into the bathroom to gather some things before creeping up behind Sasuke, silently.

Payback's a bitch.

A/N:

All right, my longest chapter yet (On fan fiction). So what do you guys think Sakura's going to do? I know, but you'll have to wait for the next chapter. : )

Erm, and sorry for how much cursing will most likely be in here.

I loved the reviews I got for the first chapter. Encouraged me lots. Hope you guys liked this chapter, I'd love to hear from you guys.

Until next time!

-Kyoufushou