Summary: Blame reality TV and my lack of will power for the long pause. I love watching ridiculously dramatic people do ridiculously dramatic things. So sue me. (please dont I'm poor.)
Anywho my shows are over and I'm back on track. thanks for being patient with me. :)

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Sakura sat atop the cottage with a perplexed expression on her face. She understood completely that Kisame was supposed to be bringing someone to heal. She understood that completely. What she didn't understand was why the man was Itachi, or why he was poorly covered by a long black cloak- and clearly butt naked. Literally. She didn't think she'd ever seen such a pasty behind before. She watched curiously as Kisame and Yukiyo debated something, gesturing wildly and probably talking loudly. She couldn't really tell, they were too far away to hear.

Or so she initially thought. Kisame threw both his arms up, effectively dropping Itachi. . . and exposing more than a pasty butt.

"Fine you old hag!" He yelled and stormed off.

'What the hell ?'


"Hmph!" Yukiyo grunted. There really wasn't any need for him to be so sensitive, or dramatic. Did men always have to complain? There was a reason she never married.

Hands on her hips she turned to see Sakura wide eyed on top of the cottage.

A long, long silence ensued.

"WELL WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR TINY TITS? YOU WOULDN'T LET AN OLD WOMAN THROW OUT HER BACK WOULD YOU?"

Sakuras eyes narrowed to slits and she could visibly see her huff as she stood up. A second later she was by her side, considering how she was going to pick up Itachi.

"Well I'll leave you to it." Yukiyo hummed, as she turned on her heel.

"Wait where are you going?" Sakura asked, gently putting her hand on the old womans shoulder.

"There's something I need to.. attend to. I'll only be gone a moment. In the meantime can you assess the patient? Maybe put some pants on him while you're at it?"

"But-"

"Thanks dear." She interrupted, taking off as fast as possible. Something had been bothering her since Kisame brought her back the other day. Trees whizzed by as she darted to the hotsprings, a bad feeling rolling in her gut as she saw Kisame up ahead. She watched as he nodded at her then took off. Quickening her pace to speeds she had not reached in a while she wondered how far away the hot springs were. They'd never felt so far away before.

Only a few moments later she was almost tripping over her own feet trying to stop.

"Shit shit shit shit SHIT!" Panicking she ran her hands through her hair while Kisame stood silently beside her.

"So what exactly did you give the girl again?" He asked seriously.

She set her mouth into a firm line, and stared hard at the devastation in front of her.

"I gave her herbs to relieve stress. The girl needs to lighten up. Relax a little" Picking a piece of writhing ash and smudging it between her fingers, it clicked. "No this wasn't something any of us did."

Kisames eyes grew wide."You don't mean-" She cut him off with a raised hand.

"I do. It looks like we have a bigger problem than Itachi on our hands."

They both moved back as the red pool gurgled and hissed, feeling the heat from several meters away. In the very center sat a large black void, things darker than absolute dark moved below. Twisting and turning sickly, potentially staring back at them.

"Shit." They cursed in unison.