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Recap:

As I was preoccupied with healing my throat, I could only defend myself with one hand... and that hand was busy supporting my weight... I could barely crouch without falling flat on my face.

I was entirely open to attack.

He kicked out again, and I smashed through the remains of the door.

Game, Set and Match

The sound was deafening, but nothing compared to my scream of agony.

Numerous splinters dotted my body, but I managed to get up quickly, and somehow not to cry out again.

My body was protesting against this harsh treatment, shaking from the effort to remain conscious AND to stand but I kept on going. As Zabuza came closer I threw my second kunai in the general direction of his sword arm. I only just nicked the skin, drawing blood, but it was too late... he had already seen what I was aiming for.

This was soooo unfair!

Now it would be impossible to attack him there again. He wouldn't leave it open again, he wasn't that stupid. I tightened my grip on the kunai in my hand, and stood in a ready stance.... but I sure as hell wasn't ready. He swung the sword in a wide arc, and I dodged, but then slipped on my own blood and crashed to the floor in a heap.

I refused to be killed after slipping in my own blood!!!

That was just too embarrassing!

However stupid it was, Zabuza didn't laugh. His hand went to my still bleeding throat, as he lifted me up off the floor and pulled me closer. Our faces were so close that they were almost touching.

I realised that if I stuck my tongue out I could probably lick his face. How perverted could I be at a time like this?! I could think totally perverted thoughts, but I couldn't think of a way to get out of here? That was just wrong!

"...Done yet?"

Pure unadulterated hatred filled my gaze, and I somehow managed to turn off my totally perverted side.

This sword toting, shirtless bastard was treating me like an inexperienced Ge-nin. I had practically no strength left, but I had still somehow managed to fight him. I promised myself then and there that I would somehow manage to kick his ass...

...even if it meant swallowing my massive ego and standing behind Kakashi as he did it for me...

But the fact still remained: He was toying with me.

"Done? I haven't even started!" I retorted.

That however, was a lie. I barely has the strength to stand... But I wouldn't let him beat me.

I kicked out hard, with as much chakra-based strength that I could muster. His grip loosened, and I fell to the ground.

I practically screamed with impact.

I dropped and no matter how hard I tried, I could not get back up.

Zabuza kicked me so that I flipped over and was lying on my back. He placed his foot on my exposed stomach and pushed down hard. Blood spurted out of my mouth and the blood that was still dripping down my chest increased its flow.

Zabuza had kicked my ass, and he didn't even break a sweat. That was just fantastic.

I gasped for air, my chest heaving.

"Looks like I win," he sneered, "So you tell me where Hatake is."

Yep, you win alright. Game set and fucking match... as much as I hate to admit it. He pulled me to my feet and held me by my throat, making it slightly difficult to breathe.

...I felt a bit like a hunting trophy actually...

I nodded, finally accepting defeat.

I checked how much chakra I had left, and realised I had only just enough to heal my throat. As Zabuza roughly lifted me up I saw a massive smudge of blood on the floor nearby and a large-ish puddle right below me.

Oh crap!

Some of the stiches in my supposedly 'older' wounds had opened up. I stitched them up quickly last night in a bid to conserve chakra on my way home. Damn, now I had to somehow stop myself from dying of blood loss. I had to heal my mutilated throat, as well as my bruised and battered body.

"Good girl" sneered the demon as he half choked /half dragged me out into the living room, dumped me unceremoniously on the floor, and plunked himself down in my favourite armchair to wait for Kakashi.

He leaned his sword against the chair, and eyed me suspiciously.

I put my hand to my throat and finished the job I had started in the bathroom, by closing the wound.

Zabuza watched me, his hand still gripping the handle of his sword. He was wary of me, even though he had somehow managed to kick my ass.

Why was he wary? I was done. I couldn't fight...

When I healed all the damage there I stared working on the other wounds I had acquired recently. I didn't have time to stitch them back up, so I tried to stop the blood from flowing out - in as many places as possible.

"Where did Hatake go?"

I paused for a second, puzzled wondering why the hell would he care, but as his hand tightened on the sword, I hastily replied. "To the market to get some cherries, and..." I paused, slightly embarassed. "...other things…"

I didn't need him to know that we had run out of condoms...

My sexual habits were none of his concern.

Zabuza smiled evilly, not that I could see it because of the bandages wrapped over his mouth and nose, but I could tell after years of watching Kakashi. I already knew what was under it anyway.

A set of razor sharp teeth that can easily pierce skin.

"Cherries for the cherry blossom." he sneered. He had probably guessed what I meant.

Why else would I be in Kakashi's apartment - without Kakashi?

I just glared at him.

Then I thought of a brilliant question that would most probably get me killed. I knew is shouldn't have asked it, but I had nothing to lose.

"So, you've been playing dead for the last, what? 5 years???"

I met his gaze and saw that his eyes were filled with killing intent, but he made no move to harm me.

Yet.

"Not playing dead…." he replied, and that was the only reaction he gave me.

I turned my head away from him, and let down my guard for just a second, and he was on top of me, the sword clattering to the ground. He was pinning me down with his body, and the pain was dull and throbby as he pushed me down onto the wooden floor.

I had let my guard down for a couple of seconds, and boom - there he was… he didn't touch my clothes though… even though I realised the lack of them. His skin was deliciously warm against mine.

I struggled of course, but I didn't have enough energy and it came as a total surprise. His arms pinned mine to my sides, and I could barely move. His eyes were locked on mine, and I just couldn't look away.

I could see the well-hidden pain that Haku's death had caused him. That was why he had come after Kakashi.

Belatedly I realised that his teeth had ripped through the bandages, and I felt ever so slightly threatened by the nearness to my throat. My perverted side, which had returned to haunt me, immediately wondered what those teeth would feel like against my skin.

I realised that I was staring at his mouth; I had to look away before Zabuza caught me staring.

I looked up, and met Zabuza's hostile gaze.

He had seen me looking.

Oops, what was gonna happen now???

The image of Orochimaru running around half in and half out of Sasuke's body with his tongue chopped off sprung to mind. I shuddered inwardly, hoping that wouldn't cause any more permanent damage than it already had. THAT would definitely not happen.

I realised that my breathing was coming in gasps, AND my cleavage was heaving up and down, rubbing against the demons bare chest… Zabuza's breathing skipped a beat, his hands tightening around my arms. His eyes gazed into mine and I could see a kind of lust that I had never seen before.

I groaned inwardly. I really was insane.

I was rubbing my cleavage against a guy without a shirt, who was pinning me down against the ground, and conveniently for me, was most probably sex deprived… thankfully I wasn't enjoying it too much.

I somehow knew it wasn't Kakashi, probably because, if it was Kakashi - I wouldn't have just been staring at him...

Suddenly the door handle turned, and the door swung open revealing none other than Kakashi.

This probably looked really bad.

There I was lying on the floor, wearing only a pair of jeans and a bra, pinned under the 'Demon of the Hidden Mist' who was regrettably without a shirt, as the love of my life walked in the door…

That is not a good place to be.

I pushed against Zabuza, trying desperately to get up, but he held me down, with seemingly no trouble at all.

"Sakura?" gasped Kakashi, currently in a state of shock.

It could have been worse. I could have been wearing only a towel, or I could have been dead, but I was beginning to prefer the death…Kakashi's stare hurt more than all of the injuries I had.

Kakashi's visible eye went to the broken bathroom door, and the various blood stains, and then back to me.

"Hatake!" growled Zabuza stealing all the attention.

Zabuza got up, dragging me up with him, pinning my wrists behind my back as he lifted up his big ass knife - and pointed at Kakashi.

"Kakashi! NO!"

I violently wrenched myself free, hearing a snap as one of my wrists broke. I couldn't let anything happen to Kakashi. My heart was racing - the blood pounding in my head but the adrenaline pulsing through my veins dulled the pain. I staggered forward, standing infront of Kakashi.

"You can hurt me all you want, kill me for all I care, but you're not touching him!" I glared at him, challenging him to even try.

Kakashi dropped the bag, and took my arm, gently turning me to face him.

"Sakura!" he breathed.

"What happened?" he asked. I had no reply for him, my tongue numb in my mouth.

Just looking into his only visible eye, and seeing the anxiety there made me melt on the inside.

I watched as his eye explored my body, taking in all the damage, focusing mainly on the thin line on my neck. But I knew that he was also watching Zabuza at the same time. Kakashi was not stupid.

My wrist was beginning to hurt more, the dull throb beginning to turn into only just bearable pain.

I realised that I was shaking with the effort to stay standing.

I pushed Kakashi away, fighting to stay conscious. I would not let Zabuza win. He had already kicked my ass once today, and I wasn't really looking forward to it happening again, but it was for Kakashi.

Kakashi stepped forward again, ignoring my feeble gestures to stop him - his hand going to his head band.

My heart leapt into my throat. He was going to fight Zabuza!

I had to stop him.

"Kakashi, I'll do it…" I mumbled my throat hurting from the repeated movement and screaming.

"You've done enough," he whispered just before his lips met mine.

My fingers tangled in his hair on their own accord, and as he kissed me I felt chakra flowing back into me. His tongue knew my mouth better than I did... It had only been a few seconds, but I already felt strength return to my limbs.

Stealing his chakra was a technique that had been inspried by Elder Chiyo - and had also given me another idea.

My mind returned to Zabuza. He was still there? Oops.. almost forgot about him.

My condition had improved drastically.

I was no longer fighting to remain conscious.

Kakashi lifted my chin to kiss me again…and I was suddenly torn away from him as Zabuza grabbed my waist.

O.K, I liked people fighting over me, but this was just too far…

The demon pulled me back, his sword at my throat…again. Kakashi made a move to get me back, but Zabuza slid the knife softly across my throat, and the blood immediately started flowing again.

"Don't you dare…" he growled.

Kakashi started backing away, lifting his headband - revealing the Sharingan.

"Let her go..."

"Sorry, we can't stay…" grinned Zabuza as he started backing away, the sword still at my throat.

"No! Kakashi!" I screamed

But it was too late. We were already gone.

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Preview:

Chapter 4: Kidnapped?!

I just couldn't believe that I had let myself get kidnapped.

I had done millions of stupid things today, such as walking in on a sex deprived maniac while wearing only a towel, but this topped that amazingly long list.

I looked up at the way too good looking nukenin, attempting to kill him with the hate in my gaze.

If it was possible, I probably would have succeeded...