A short one I had forgotten to upload. Filler to set for the second section of the story, possibly the awaited one. Enjoy.

'No... no... no...'

"Uzumaki-san, wake up."
"Nn?"
"You smashed your head against the sink. Wake up."

Uzumaki had never felt so embarrassed in his life, and he knew so because he rarely got embarrassed.

He just watched Uchiha's torso move in front of him and felt his hands wrap his head wound. No wonder. The back of his skull was throbbing heavily. He tried to reach his fingertips to the still-exposed oozing blood, but Uchiha slapped his hand away harshly. Uzumaki scowled, and he decided that Uchiha was just not a gentle man, even while tending to one's wounds.

He didn't like to stand so close to Uchiha, to watch his chest heave in soft breaths. Not since-

Just... not since.

"You were unconscious for a while. I called Haruno-sama to see whether anything was wrong."

Unconsious. Uzumaki raised his bright eyes to his comrade, parting his lips hesitantly. Why was he acting as if nothing had happened? Was Uchiha that cold and ruthless that he wouldn't even be puzzled at the previous event?

"What... Uchiha-san, what happened?"

Uchiha paused for a moment, gazing at the dirt-stained blond hair in front of him. And he smiled slightly. Had Uzumaki smashed his head that heavily?

"We were tending to the flowers, and I went to get a drink. You came over to me, and next thing I knew, you leaned over and smashed your head against the sink."

It hadn't happened. It hadn't happened.

Had Uzumaki dreamt that sequence? Had he... wished it? It hurt too much to think. And Uchiha let that smile slide lazily on his lips. His long fingertips were molded against the bandaged wound. Was he smoothing it down?

"Don't worry about it."

It was so different to have Sakura-chan sleeping upon his back.
Her breath at his ear was calming, but very unnerving.

Sakura-chan.

Her arms were so small, so delicate. They had unbelievable strength. Her knuckles were coarse, perhaps from slamming her fists into the ground so many times. So many earthquakes she had caused with those nimble fingers.

Who knew she'd cause another one with her presence?

It still hurt too much to think. Uzumaki groaned softly, taking his head in his hands. What was he doing here, laying beside Sakura-chan? When had been the last time he wished this would happen. It was too late. He knew so. Shutting his eyes, he leant back and tried to mold against her lithe body. It worked, a little. It eased his stomach. Oh, it was her hand. Her hand was rubbing his stomach.

"I know this won't last long. I think of you as a brother."

Uzumaki was surprised to hear such words from her. "Then why, Sakura-chan? Why are you still beside me?"

Sakura-chan smiled slightly. He was young, too young for his age. He should've known. "Because you're confused, Naruto-kun. You need time. I'm willing to give you such time." And she knew he wouldn't understand.

But Uzumaki understood. He understood, but didn't.

"You're right, Sakura-chan. I need to think."