Kakashi led Sakura up the stairs, far away from his sister and tried to block out the nearly over whelming surge of panic that coursed through him. He managed to look around the room once, trying to locate Uzu, to make sure that she was okay somewhere, but couldn't see her and figured that she was somewhere with Kankuro or talking to Hinata. Feeling a little more at ease with the thought, his mind grasped at it desperately as Sakura pushed open one door and they both froze when they saw two people, naked and straining against each other.

Sakura rolled her eyes and quickly pulled the door closed. Muttering something along the lines of 'Goddamn doors.' And their need to be locked and Kakashi saw that Uzu's bedroom door was the only one still open and grasped Sakura's wrist and pulled her along behind him to his sister's room and pushed her inside and closed the door.

"My, my, you are eager aren't you." Sakura said suspiciously as he locked the door and crossed the floor to stand in front of her and lifted his hands to frame her face. He had no problem with using his body like this. It was still meaningless.

And he could deal with Sakura easily once he had the knife away from her.

He took a deep breath and tipped her head back, seeing his own reflection in the emerald green orbs. He leaned his head down a little bit and covered her mouth with his hand and kissed the back of it.

Sakura didn't seem to mind. She knew that he didn't kiss on the lips...ever. Just like he never let anyone touch him below the belt, or top him. He freaked out and got violent if someone tried to take his control from him and Sakura was far from a fool. Or suicidal.

He slipped his hand through the hair at the nape of her neck and closed his hand around the strands tightly as he backed them over to the bed, his mis matched eyes glittering with rage. "I hate you." He said fiercely as he took his hand away from her mouth and grabbed the hem of her skirt and jerked it up around her hips as he toppled them onto the bed. She made a small impatient sound and squirmed under him as he ran his free hand along her body.

Not really touching her because he wanted to, it was merely a force of habit. He didn't care about curves, or softness, or anything in particular. Those things were better suited for people who enjoyed sex. Not for people who relived some past horror day by day, breath by breath.

He wasn't seeing Sakura. The girl who had threatened his sister. He was only seeing one thing. The man and the little girl from his last foster home.

The ones who had stripped him of his innocence and a small piece of his soul. He let go of Sakura's hair and leveled himself up on his elbow over her and reached down and- blocked out everything else but the sick feeling churning in his gut.

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Uzu stood in her bathroom wiping her face with the wet rag that she had made for herself after she had gotten sick again and looked at herself in the mirror. She still looked too pale. Several of the people down stairs had commented on how pale she had looked before she had come up stairs to her room to use the bathroom.

She might have used one of the other bathrooms, but knew that there were people behind those closed doors. Getting naked and crazy and it was enough to make her want to push some of her furniture in front of her door to keep them out. She put the rag down and started for the door when she heard a muffled scream from the bedroom and stopped just shy of the slightly cracked door and blinked.

Please tell me someone isn't getting busy on my bed...She thought nervously as she moved a little closer and peeked through the crack and quickly slapped her hands over her mouth to muffle any sound she might have made as she stared at the sight of her brother, Kakashi, leaning over some girl with pink hair driving himself into her violently as he bit down on her shoulder until it bled.

The girl whimpered and cried out with each movement of his hips and finally after a second or so he stiffened, his body tense as he lifted his head and got a strange look on his face before rolling off of the gril and peeling something off of his-

OH! Uzu's face burned a deep shade of pink. Oh dear god, Kakashi had- On her- Why the hell-

She couldn't think strait as she backed away from the door suddenly wishing that there was a window or something that she could use to climb out of and escape this bathroom that suddenly felt like it was much too small and staggered back to the far wall as Kakashi exchanged words with the pink haired girl before she stormed out.

"Well, that's one problem down." He said to himself as he looked back at the bed and made a small frustrated sound. He hadn't wanted to do this in here. Not where Uzu curled up and slept so sweetly at night. He ran his fingers through his hair and grabbed the pillows and threw them into the little reading chair a few feet away and started to strip the bed, his entire focus on cleaning up all of the sickening traces of what he had done with Sakura.

He didn't want Uzu anywhere near that girl. Or any part of her. He would hand scrub the sheets to her bed later so that he would be sure that they were clean and threw them down on the floor and grabbed the top mattress and jerked it off of her bed the did the same with the second mattress before putting them back, the first mattress on the bottom and the second on top.

Once that was done he bent down and gathered up Uzu's aqua and lavender bed sheets and the blanket that went with them and put them over by the door then straitened his spine and walked over to the bathroom to get new sheets and pushed the door open and froze when he came face to face with his newest personal demon.

"Uzu?"

What was she doing up here? In the bathroom? Had she seen? His mind reeled as her face turned a bright red and something in his mind clicked and he stepped a little further into the room and closed the door behind him and studied her.

She had seen.

The thought of her watching him the same way that he had watched as a child was eerie and caused the more twisted side of his personality to come out to play. He smiled at her, though the expression held no warmth and reached out his hand. "Come here baby girl."