Revised 7/6/16

Yukiyo didn't usually fear strangers. Most of them tried to do silly things like fight her, not knowing that the only way to truly harm her was to destroy her fields.

Literally. Her physical heart lie beating amongst the pink and yellow herbs. The only way for anyone to have access to her fields, was for her to physically put them there with her hands. The chances of any dim fool hurting her were damn near impossible.

So when a rather large silhouette became visible in the distance she looked on with patient, but mild surprise. People didn't usually come across this place so easily. When they happened to, it was either because they were really lost, or were up to no good.

Since his gait was purposeful and confident, she assumed he could only be up to no good. Her suspicions were quelled only moments later when he stepped into the light carrying an unconscious and very naked Sakura. Heat was visibly rolling off her body.

Her heart skipped a beat and her skin grew cold with apprehension. Eyes narrowing slightly, she waited for the familiar face to come to a stop in front of her. She didn't know what to think. Or do.

"TAKE THE DAMN GIRL SHE'S BURNING MY ARMS OFF!"

Yukiyo blinked in surprise, then rushed over to Sakura in a vain attempt to grab her but the heat physically repelled her away.

"Kami what did you do to her?" She asked feeling unrest bubble up in her guts. Not only would Tsunade murder her if her favorite student died while off on what was supposed to be a relaxing mission, but Yukiyo herself would be pretty upset too. She had grown fond of the girl very quickly.

"WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DID I DO?!." He roared eyes bugging dangerously out of his head. Veins began to pop from his face and neck as he struggled not to drop Sakura, or from the look on his face throw her.

"Never mind all that set her right here!" She yelled pointing at the stone step underneath an unlit torch. He set her down with surprising consideration, turned around and immediately started screaming curses into the night.

Ignoring him, Yukiyo noticed bleakly that the stone around her young student was being scorched. The black ring was slowly growing bigger and bigger, the grass around the slab was already wilting.

"Shit. Kisa!" She barked interrupting the blue mans angry tirade, he threw her a murderous glare but said nothing. "Stand here and watch her!"

He stepped closer and continued to curse loudly, staring straight at his charring hands. A generous piece of his pinky crumbled into the wind.

Yukiyo took off up the steps to her door, kicking it across the room. As the slightly bent door toppled to the floor she spotted what she needed, grabbed and ran.

The blue man appeared to have started foaming at the mouth, which honestly wasn't a good sign. She hoped for his sake that he could handle shock well.

Sakuras body, while in horrible shape could wait, it would be a little bit longer before any real damage would begin for her. For the unfortunate stranger it would only be minutes.

"Hold out your arms!" She commanded, unwrapping a massive jar and sticking her entire hand inside, scooping out the yellow contents and glopping it onto his burnt flesh.

"Oh fuck!" He hissed. He was radiating relief in a way that was almost sexual. He eyeballed her as she looked over Sakura, slapping his own chest with bits of the poultice that had slid to the ground. He crashed his bum to the soft earth and folded his legs, watching with growing interest as she repeatedly crumbled a strange looking herb over the girl and rubbed it all over her body. Rather thoroughly, he thought.

Soon the steam stopped rising from her body and the scorch mark stopped growing. When Yukiyo deemed her cool enough to move, she did. Carrying her easily into the cottage and setting her on a mat that had become hers over the months. She tossed a thin blanket over her and rushed back out to the burnt blueberry who was still sitting on the ground, pitifully babying his burnt body parts.

She stared at him expectantly. When he said nothing she decided not to push it.

"Thank You for bringing me my student. What made you change your mind?"

He looked at his arm, then her and smiled thinly.

"Itachi changed his mind."

A beat.

".. Where is he then?"

He blinked. "I didn't want to bring him until i was sure."

Yukiyo scoffed, crossing her arms over chest. "Well that was ill conceived."

Kisame glowered at her, while her skin prickled with sickening apprehension.

"You let it out, didn't you?" She whispered.