For a few moments more, she held him. She sobbed softly into his hair and, though he shifted a few times, he never woke. A figure appeared in the open window. Instinctively, she tightened her grip on the Uchiha, pulling him closer as if to protect him. But his protection hadn't mattered to her when she'd called the Anbu squad with her panic button.

The moment the anbu's foot touched the ground, though, Sasuke knew something was wrong. Still exhausted, he dragged himself back to consciousness. He mumbled her name thickly. "Sakura...? What's wrong?" Tears fell down her face in streams as she looked at him. The dark hair and tired eyes, the pale skin. It was all so achingly familiar. There were times, she thought, that quite a bit of emotion shone through Sasuke's mask. When he was tired or aroused, emotion was made evident on that fallen angels' face. At that moment, for instance, Sasuke was tired and worried over her tears.

His fingers ran across her cheek to brush away the pretty tears. "Did I hurt you?" he asked, eyeing her as if for injuries and using his fingers to search her body for marks. A sob ripped from her throat as she took her hands out of his thick black hair and covered her face.

"No. Never." her sobs almost overwhelmed his scream when he was ripped from the bed by four pairs of hands.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." she repeated it over and over as he snarled. She could see him in her minds eye, ripping people off of himself and throwing them away. She opened her eyes and just barely saw the glint of a pressure syringe between her fingers before it was inserted under the skin of Sasuke's left arm. He yelped and the guy who had been holding the syringe was thrown into her bereau. A picture frame fell from the top of it to shatter on the ground.

Sasuke was already swaying. He hissed in frustration and his legs gave out. He sprawled across the bed. After a moment, he pushed himself up on his forearms. Slowly, he turned his head and stared directly into Sakura's eyes. A snarl ran across his face while his eyes cut her to the quick. They screamed at her. Traitor. Lover. Liar. They spat vehemently; and then, even deeper into those depths, I knew it.

Sakura stopped breathing. She'd lost him. He'd always been ready for betrayal, that's why he'd never been caught. One mistake, one night was all it took to be caught, and he'd always known it. Had always stayed back. The one time he'd let his guard down and allowed himself to feel, allowed her to see him, he'd been betrayed by one of the very few people he'd cared about. She would, in years to come, regret this more than anything else in her life.

"Get some clothes on him." someone said, stepping forward. Sakura knew, even without looking, that it was Tsunade. Someone hit a wall.

"I can damn well get myself dressed." Sasuke. She heard him throw on his boxers and pants. His shirt was ruined. What would he wear? She peeked and saw someone holding out his old Uchiwa shirt. Not many would've realized that was one of his own. The mask was of a fox. Sasuke threw aside the shirt. "I'm not wearing that." Someone else had found something. She recognized an old shirt she'd stolen from Sasuke's apartment. It must've been huge on him then, because it looked like the perfect size for him now.

"Someone help him. I doubt he can move his arms with that much paralysis poisoning." The fox mask took the shirt and helped Sasuke into it. He scowled, but didn't pull away from the fox's attentions. They both knew who he was. Even as a missing-nin, Naruto was Sasuke's only friend. They left it unbuttoned but for a middle button over his stomach. Naruto gripped Sasuke's upper arm and pulled him to his feet. With something like affection, he wrapped that arm around his neck and looped his own arm around Sasuke's waist. He supported his friend's weight easily, familiarily. It looked more like a hug then a restraint.

Naruto looked at another anbu (currently perched on her desk) and flicked his head towards Sakura. The anbu nodded and leapt, landing next to Sakura in the bed. The female anbu gently pulled the blanket up and wrapped it around Sakura's body. At some point she had sat up and the dark blankets had pooled around her hips. Naruto started towards the door to Sakura's room and the anbu felt Sakura start to struggle.

"Wait." she said. "Wait! You promised! You said you wouldn't take him!! Tsunade!!" The 5th barely glanced back at Sakura before stepping through the door after the young Uchiha. "You...! You lied to me! Tsunade! You betrayed me, you said you wouldn't take him!" Sakura fought the arms that held her, but they were steel; she couldn't break their hold on her. "TSUNADE!!!"

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Okies, this is teh second chappie of Iris. I hope you like it, but if you don't you can pretend you never read it and leave the first chapter to mystery. Pretend something else happened. lol, r&r please. Bye!

OH and I may continue this. Maybe. If you don't think I should, just tell me. (and vice versa) Ja ne!