Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.

Shibo and Orochimaru were sharing a quiet breakfast. They were in the lower hideout, away from the cold where Shibo had called home. Her body hadn't wanted to work well in the "heat," but, she was coming through.

Shibo stared at her pancakes and sausage with disgust. Her stomach was screaming in pain. Not even water silenced the pain. She didn't wish to share this pain with her father, or else it would be another day of no training.

But, Orochimaru could tell she was in some kind of pain. He was watching her expressions, her body language, even listening to the way she was breathing. She picked up her fork, and started cutting the sausage into manageable pieces. She shakily pierced one with her fork, and raised it to her mouth. She ate it, and groaned when she swallowed it.

"Shibo-chan, are you feeling alright?" Orochimaru looked worried. He hadn't touched his food yet.

"Y-yeah, I just feel out of it. It's j-just that it's so hot for my body, it's not reacting well." She continued to eat, acting like she was alright. Orochimaru took away her plate, and eventually her fork. She glared up at him, her cheeks a bright pink.

"What's this all about?! Did I do anything wrong?!"

"Lying to my face won't help your case, Shibo-chan. Go back to bed, I'll send someone to look over you in a little."

"F-Father, I feel fine!"

"Go rest! I won't let you train until your body is adjusted to this climate!"

Shibo sighed, and stood up shakily. She bowed slightly, and left to her room.

"Kimimaro, can you do me a favor?" Orochimaru was watching Kimimaro train. Kimimaro looked at him, and walked over to him,

"What do you wish for, m'lord?"

"Can you watch over Shibo? I know you two are friends, but…" Orochimaru grabbed Kimimaro's collar, and brought him up to his face,

"If you touch her, you won't see tomorrow, okay?"

"I would never do such a thing to her, m-m'lord." Kimimaro was freed. He bowed, and left to her room.

Shibo was in her bed, changed into her pajamas. She was looking up to her ceiling, a moonlight-candle flickering. It made the room glow in a pale bluish tone, like real moonlight. She heard a knock at her door, and sat up.

"Come in." She unlocked the door with her hand, a new jutsu her father had taught her. Kimimaro opened the door slightly,

"A-are you dressed?"

"If you consider pajamas dressed, yes I am." She blushed a bit, "Kimimaro-kun, you don't have to ask that EVERY time you enter my room."

Kimimaro walked into the room, and closed the door behind him. He walked over to Shibo, smiling. Shibo smiled back, her cheeks still a bright pink.

"Shibo-sama, it's better if you lay down…" He laid his hand on her shoulder, and she laid down.

"Good, Shibo-sama." He took out a cold pack and towel, and placed the cold pack on top of the towel. She smiled more, and held the ice pack. Kimimaro chuckled, and put another cold pack on her forehead. Shibo held the first one to her chest.

Kimimaro pulled up the wheeled chair, and sat down next to her. He was watching her play with the ice pack.

Shibo stopped playing with the cold pack, and looked up at him.

"K-Kimimaro-kun, why does father always send you to watch over me?"

"Because he trusts me with you." He felt his collar where Orochimaru had previous grabbed it, and blushed a bit. Orochimaru should've known that he wouldn't do that to Shibo. She was too delecate to do that to. Shibo pouted,

"That doesn't really answer my question…"

"Well, would this?" He lowered his head down to hers. Their lips touched, if only for a brief second. Kimimaro jumped away, blushing. Shibo's cheeks went a bit red, and she looked away.

"Wh-what was that for?!" She sat up, looking at him, at tears. Kimimaro smirked,

"Was that your first kiss?" Shibo blushed more, and looked away. Kimimaro chuckled, and held her arm. She turned to look at him, but was greeted with another kiss. She moaned softly, and started kissing back. He wraped her with his arms, and deepened the kiss a bit. She broke away, panting and blushing deeply. She hid her face in his chest, and weakly started punching him. He held her hands, and kissed her head. She fell asleep slowly, and Kimimaro set her back down, putting one cold pack over her heart, the other on top of the towel on her forehead.

"The little porcelain doll, the Hebihime…"

Shibo jolted awake, her candle burnt out. She looked around, and saw no one was in the room. She went over to her utility closet, and took out another candle. She lit it, and looked at her clock.

"It's 2:30…I really slept…" She felt her forehead, her fever was gone.

"And my fever's gone!" She walked out to the dark halls. She saw where her hall ended, was the flickering of a wall candle. She saw a shadow on the floor, and walked over to the wall candle. She turned the corner, and it was Tayuya.

The redhead glared at Shibo. The two were rivals ever since she came to the village, and Tayuya tried constantly to get Shibo in trouble.

"What are you doing up, Tayuya-chan?" Shibo glared at her.

"Nothing, you little bi-"

"What are you two doing up?" Kabuto appeared behind the two, a candle in his hand. His hair was down, his glasses barely on. Tayuya glared at Shibo, and stomped off. Shibo snarled at her, but silenced by Kabuto. She whimpered as Kabuto helped her get back to her room.

"B-but Kabuto-kun, I can't sleep."

"Just try to, Shibo-sama." He slammed her door shut, making a glass shake. Shibo sighed, and shivered. She felt heavy, and looked around. She peeked out her door, and sneaked to Kabuto's blood bank. Orochimaru watched her silently…

Ai snuck downstairs, leaving Orochimaru alone, asleep. He woke up eventually, not feeling Ai's warm body. He walked downstairs, where Ai was drinking out of blood bags. She looked at him, and dropped the empty blood bag. Orochimaru held out his arms, and she ran into them. She sniffed his neck, and bit into it. He groaned, and held her tighter.

"N-no matter what, I-I'll love you f-forever…"