Dear Loyal Readers,

I'm so sorry about how late this chapter is. The reason is that I couldn't fit Sasuke into the plot without him being out of character . after much deliberating, I think I've found the best way. So, so sorry. Please don't castrate me ;D

Well I looked back to the story today and saw that I have had SOOO many hits that I was like :O irl.

So I came straight here and my little fingers are preparing themselves for a long typing session!

It's 1am now... here I go!

Dedicated to all reviewers. *blows a kiss*

Suigetsu sighed to himself as his fingers had dipped back into his boxers. His penis was still overly sensitive from his release but a few minutes ago but it twitched to his attention as soon as he touched it. "Stamina," he liked to brag. He could go numerous times these days with the amount of sex he was having. A low moan ground out from his throat as he felt the blood surge to his nether regions. He decided that he did not want to approach Sasuke with an erection so lay his penis back in a comfortable position within his underwear.

Speaking of the Uchiha, just where was he? That's right, room forty of the third floor. He had told that pink-haired bitch, had he not? A satisfied smirk played at his lips as they transformed themselves into a toothy grin. The chick was sexy and sure as hell there was no doubt about that. Her rouged lips slid so sexily down his cock and-

No! No boners!

She was adorable as sin, though. He had never had a blowjob from anyone with pink hair. Was it natural? Should have checked, he thought as his mind wandered to the point that joined her thighs. That would hold all the answers as well as-

No!

He slapped himself in the face lightly as he made the ascent to the third floor.

On arriving at the end of the third floor, Suigetsu chuckled darkly to himself as he heard the commotion coming from the various rooms that lined it; moans of pleasure; cries of bittersweet pain; sighs of passion; hisses of release; shouts of curses. Over the past few months of being around the brothel he had become accustomed to these noises, hell, he had even been the cause of a fair few many of these noises! And the one emitting them maybe... but of course his noises were always manly. He nodded to himself in silent agreement.

Suigetsu's pace as he walked was leisurely, almost lazy. He even yawned to himself with a wide and uncovered mouth as he approached the door with silver numbers which indicated its number; forty. He knocked sharply three times before entering. He walked through casually as he saw his target but anyone else? Well, for anyone else this would have been pretty damn embarassing...

A middle-aged businessman who still adorned is tie was pounding roughly into the behind of a busty blonde. Said bust swang back and forth with every thrust as long and loud moans emitted from her throat in encouragement (at all the right moments, of course. It had to be believable.)

Sweat dripped from the man's forehead and onto the bare back of the girl. His stubby fingers were tightly clenched upon the flesh of her buttocks as a loud 'slap' sound echoed through the dim room. It mimicked itself rapidly, quickly, successively.

Across the room with a blank look on his face - Suigetsu's target - was a pale black-haired male, said hair fanning over his face as he looked down from the sight in front of him. He sat on a chair that was against the wall and his body was hunched slightly from fatigue? Boredom? Either way, he definitely did not look as if he was enjoying the show that he was recieving.

If that was me, I would have shoved it right in that mouth of her, Suigetsu thought with a grin on his face as he crouched beside the milky form that did not even move to acknowledge the other man's presence. The couple on the bed were strangely unfazed at the two males with their eyes upon their 'love-making'.

At a brothel of this nature, surveillance was a regular thing. It did not occur always and nor was it argued. It was just a precaution for spies, for ninja, for trespassers.

Not much of a ninja with that belly, Suigetsu chuckled to himself as he surveyed the customer.

"Uchiha," he greeted in a low voice to the man next to him. Only his eyes had turned to the direction of the man he was addressing.

"Ah," was a simple reply he received, typical of the Uchiha.

"There's a girl after you," Suigetsu informed him as he moved his position to take a seat upon his bottom.

"Hn."

"She was hot, you know. Gave me a blowjob just to make me tell her where you were. She could have fucking asked anyone that without the blowjob," he chuckled as he looked up at Sasuke. Sasuke looked down at the male seated next to him who, he noted, looked like he wanted another blowjob as his eyes were clouded with lust and desire. He shrugged as if to say "and?" to Suigetsu and found himself chuckled at.

"Yes?" he sighed, encouraging Suigetsu to continue. He knew Suigetsu and definitely knew when he had something 'juicy' to say.

Suigetsu allowed himself a grin, "she was fucking good, I'm telling you that. She had that whole innocent thing about her, you know when they pretend it's their first time but suck like a fucking goddess? Yeah, that was her."

The Uchiha rolled his eyes to the ceiling, "and?"

"And she had pink hair. Fucking. Pink. Hair."

Sasuke blinked as Suigetsu next to him shook his head with disbelief but his eyes darkened ever more with his libido trying to make a break for it; he was recalling his 'encounter' with this pinkette. Pink hair was certainly unusual, yes, but Sasuke quickly shook away the thoughts of the girl he had in mind when he heard of the hair colour.

No, he mused to himself, Sakura would probably cry at the sight of a penis.

"Green eyes," Suigetsu sighed, obviously still in blowjob world. "Like a little cherry blossom."

Sasuke cocked an eyebrow as his form slowly turned to the man perched on the floor next to him. No, this was definitely a coincidence.

"With anyone?" the Uchiha inquired, his tone indifferent but he felt like kicking himself at the twang of curiosity in his usually uncaring mind.

"Mhm, a red-head who looked about ready to bite my dick off," he chuckled.

Red head? Hm... the escorts should, in no way, be attached to their 'employees' and behaviour such as this was definitely unusual. Red, red, red...

To his dismay, Sasuke found a river of questions cascading out of his mouth - interrupted by the moan of a fake orgasm.

Even though she was wrapped tightly in the hopefully clean bedspread, I still found myself shivering. Be it the temperature or the situation, I had no idea. Gaara sat on the end of the bed close to me, his eyes closed in frustration as a huge sigh left his lips.

We were locked in this, if you could even call it so, room. It had been about an hour since I tried to get out after I had recovered from what I now referred to as 'the vomit incident'. I turned the handle on the door and pushed it obviously expecting it to open. Nope, I jerked into the door and jumped back in shock as if it had burned me. A nervous giggle escaped my lips as I had tried again to no avail. Gaara gently nudged me out of the way before attempting the door himself. He took a step back from it with a sigh before looking at me.

"They know we're here," he mused, his voice and tone unchanged as he had already began to assess the situation.

The door being locked wasn't the reason why we were still stuck in this God forsaken room. No, of course not. We're shinobi. Just a tap of my chakra-enfused finger would send it flying off of its hinges.

Whoever had locked the door wasn't intending to trap us either. It was just a tease as if to say "we know that you're here." They were leaving the next move down to us. The question was, what exactly were we meant to do?

"How about we just go out there and kick them in the face," I said in a soft voice to the stoic Kazekage not a foot away from me. "It always seems to work for Naruto."

He turned to me with a small smirk on his face before it turned to its usual emotionless expression but he didn't turn away from me. He assessed me with eyes hardened by struggle and a new wise air - from being the leader of a nation, I wonder?

"If only it was that easy," came his soft baritone. Something that I had noticed about Gaara the last couple of times that I had met him that his voice now held expression; he felt something behind the words that he said. Even if his face didn't show it, he was more in tune with his emotions, with himself.

I groaned as I lay on my stomach in a tangle of blankets. My head lay by his legs which I propped up on my elbows.

"Any ideas, Gaara?" I asked curiously, jerking my neck slightly in order to see him better. His jaw, I noticed, was a lot more square now. He shook his head exasperatedly, looking down at me slightly.

"We don't know how much they know," he sighed, turning his body towards me so that he could look at me better. "We don't know just who they know - or think - is here, we don't know why they think we're here and I don't even want to think about what might be out there waiting for us."

His voice was hushed and soft as if telling a child a story. I huffed slightly as I blew my bangs out of my face. I felt my eyes screwing up as I tried to think of something, anything, to ease this predicament.

It was three hours after the door was discovered as locked that we eventually put a plan into action. I scanned the room to find it empty as I had hoped... I focused my chakra to all of the possible hiding places in the room to find no other chakra sources meeting my own. Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

"Here I go," I breathed, knowing the intended ears would pick it up easily.

I straightened out my clothes or rather, lack of clothes, before taking a deep breath. I closed my eyes as I felt the chakra in my body. When I did this, it felt weird as though icy water or a cold wind was circulating through my body. In my head, I imagined my chakra as a bluish colour because of its rather chilly aura. Whenever I focused chakra to a part of my body, for example my hand, it would feel like it was engulfed in a freeze, like, like I had put my hand into a bucket of melting ice. It didn't sting like the water would, nor would my hand feel actually cold to the touch...

I allowed the cold to make its way to the index finger on my right hand right up to the red manicured nail protruding from the end of it. With a deep inhalation of breath, I poked the door, barely touching it really. As it fell to the floor with a loud 'bang', I was surprised that I had managed to keep my composure when I had seen the figure standing at the other side of the fallen door.

The youngest of the Uchiha brothers in all of his expressionless glory.

His expression must have mimicked my own; purposely kept in its usual form but I saw something flash momentarily across those onyx eyes that I used to find myself melting into when I was that twelve-year-old. Six years later, I found myself wanting to rip them out of his fucking skull and squish them with a stamp of my foot. I had concluded that what I had thought I saw wasn't there. Sasuke didn't do expressions. The Uchihas had a weird chromosome that didn't allow that.

"Sakura," he acknowledged. I looked to his face as he addressed me. His voice was similar to the last time I had listened to it but now it was deep, maybe even as deep as Gaara's as it flowed out of his mouth as smoothly as water. It was definitely easy on the ear, not going to lie. I looked up at him - when did he get so tall? - and when green met black I noticed just how tall Sasuke had become. Wanting to think it or not, I made a mental note of just how terrifying this grown up Sasuke seemed.

I saw his eyes quickly sweep their way over my skimpily-clad figure and part of me tried to scream to cover up, to do something so that he wouldn't see me like this. The rest of me screamed inside of my head to stand my ground, to show him that I, too, was a shinobi worth the time of day.

I felt myself frowning more and more the longer I looked at him. Was he going to say something? All he did was stare... and stare... and stare. I resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably under that penetrative gaze. Instead, with deliberation, I looked at him lazily as I leaned against the frame of the door.

"Care to step into my office?" I purred at him with mock lust. With no expression change - as expected - he brushed past me as he walked into the room, looking around as if looking for something, someone...

"Where is he?"

He turned to me as he asked this but I got the feeling it more of a command rather than a question.

"Who?" I pondered as I took a step closer to him. He closed the gap between us and he suddenly looked angry as he bent down slightly to look me straight in the eye. As I stared unafraid back into those cold black depths, a bright colour of red started to bleed over the previously colourless orbs.

Well oh shit, the Sharingan. I felt a surge of adrenaline course through my body. There were goosebumps on my arms, my back. It wasn't that I was scared, though any intelligent person would be.

It just reminded me of the younger days.

Trying my best to keep a neutral expression, I simply shrugged at my shoulders.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Sasuke."

The word, in a way, was hard to get out of my mouth. It pushed its way out with a hint of malice that I really wasn't expecting. I nearly, I said nearly, stepped back as he pushed his face even closer to mine. Close up, he still looked like the Sasuke that I used to train with, eat with, sigh over with innocent dreams of kisses and marriage. Hell, he even smelled the same. The voice at the back of my head - the rational one - quickly cleared these thoughts. I allowed myself a moment of proudness. Here I was before him, and I felt empowered.

My own face inched closer to his, just mere inches seperating us now.

"I didn't think that you were the type to work at a whore house either," I spat, resentment dripping off of every syllable.

"I didn't think that you were the type to work as a whore, but obviously I was mistaken," he retorted, his eyes dropping down to my barely-there attire.

I felt anger burning up inside me as I expelled saliva on his face.

That's right, I just spat on Sasuke's face.

His Sharingan flared even brighter in his rage as he took a step towards me which I instantly responded to with a step backwards. This little cycle carried on until I was pressed, back first, against a wall with the Uchiha's hands pinning it to me either side of my head.

"Sa-ku-ra," he growled slowly, remnants of my saliva gently rolling down his cheek. I grinned in satisfaction and received a punch to the face.

It hurt like hell, yeah, but I couldn't help but ask myself; did Sasuke hold back? Why didn't he punch me so hard that his hand went through my cheek like he should have?

I kept a straight face as I flooded my chakra to my fingers and prodded them at his chest. He flew backwards through the room and landed against the opposite wall with a thud. His palms lay flat either side of him as his body was crouched slightly. Those red eyes glared at me through a layer of bangs and I watched as he slowly, deliberately, pushed himself away from the wall.

"Hm," he growled out as he reached behind himself. He took hold of something which I instantly assumed would be his katana due to the metallic noise that it emitted upon being unsheathed. Quick as a flash, he was next to me, his back against the same wall mine was against. I felt something cold pressing against my throat and didn't even need to guess what it was.

"Suigetsu enjoyed himself earlier", he remarked in a smooth tone, facing straight ahead so I couldn't really see his expression. It would have cut my neck should I have turned to look at him. I heard him sniff lightly. "But from that stench of vomit, Sakura, I assume that you did not."

I chuckled lightly without a hint of humour, the chuckle carried through my voice, "it's not a habit of mine to work in a whore house, Uchiha, but I can see the same doesn't apply to you."
Uchiha? I swallowed slightly... Uchiha was less personal. It made him a different person from Sasuke and the twelve-year-boy I had always associated the name with. Not... this.

"Why are you here, Sakura?" he sighed out, pressing the blade against my throat more menacingly.

"Why am I here?" I simply replied.

"Who was here with you?"

"Suigetsu."

Sasuke sighed as he pressed the blade even further to my throat and I nearly cringed as I felt it close to breaking the skin.

"Who was escorting you?" he asked in an even voice, not once looking in my direction.

I stayed silent, looking straight ahead as I tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling of cold metal. "We can do this the hard way then, Sakura," he sighed and within seconds, I learned what exactly the hard way was. I felt something cold and smooth curling its way around my right leg. It was long; even coiled, it reached from my ankle to mid-thigh.

"Snake," I sighed out and I know that he noticed the stiffening of my features. It slithered oh so slowly up my leg and stopped with its head pressed into my inner thigh.

"Sakura," he addressed, and I could feel his eyes on my face, searching for a reaction. My only reaction was to stay still, to stay silent, to appear unfazed. In reality, I was freaking out about this fucking snake that was making its way up toward my pelvic area which was only covered by what claimed to be lace but I had the suspicion is was a masquerade. He was doing this on purpose. He wanted to make me squirm, to suddenly vomit out the truth and to beg for him to go easy on me, to repent my sins. No, I definitely wasn't going to do that. I would rather die than crumble under an enemy's hands. The fact that it was his hands gave me the urge to fight on stronger. Even though I couldn't help but squeak when I felt the snake writhing up my leg again, so close to my genitalia that I feared for risk of beasiliality.

My eyes slipped close as I suppressed a hiss from spraying its way from my mouth as I felt the fragile skin of my neck break, my life energy dripping down my neck in tickling and uncomfortable beads.

No matter how much I wanted to run, to scream and cry, I stood my ground.

But it seemed a certain red head could no longer stand his.

"Enough!" I heard him growl as he appeared in the space between us in an instant, his large hand closing its way over the blade to momentarily pry the blade away from my throat long enough to pull me away. I felt myself crash against his body as he held an arm around me almost possessively as he glared at Sasuke with the worst expression I had ever seen on the Kazekage's face. His current rage was reminiscent of the old Gaara, the possessed Gaara.

"Gaara," Sasuke nodded to himself as he had finally found out the identity of the mystery man.

Gaara let out a feral growl as he held me even tighter to him and I felt disoriented as we were suddenly outside... it was night time still but the sky in the distance was turning more into a dark blue than the black of the remainder of the sky which indicated that sunrise was near. I still found myself pressed against the body of the Kazekage as I imagined the last thing I had seen before we had been transported here.

That arrogant grin on Sasuke's face; the cat had got his cream and it was bittersweet.

To say that I was scared would definitely be an understatement. I was terrified and absolutely nothing would calm that heart that beat so fast in my chest it felt more like it was vibrating. The brisk air of the night had certainly ignited by emotions as they cleared away any haze. My hand was shaking pathetically as I used my chakra to heal my neck... I hoped that I hid it well enough from the Kazekage.

He informed me that we would be traveling, at speed, to the inn in which we had stayed whilst stopping on the journey here. I nodded as I barely took in the information. I just followed him as I infused chakra to my feet to allow me to accompany him; we would be there within the hour at this rate.

I was hoping that the rush of cold hair on my barely covered skin - I would have to fix that soon, I noted - would knock some sense back into me, put me back into shinobi mode... instead of scaredy-cat-twelve-year-old mode. It really didn't help. My whole body shook uncontrollably as I lay - clothed - in the lumpy bed of the bed of the inn. My throat was constantly constricted and my eyes stung as I tried to hold my emotions in. It had been hours since I had tried to sleep and it really wasn't working. I sat up in my bed with a sigh and looked over at Gaara. He was there peacefully with his legs crossed under him. His dark eyes were closed as he rested but he didn't sleep. The presence of the demon that had inhabited him before made him like this back in our Genin days and I guess old habits die hard.

Without thinking, I made the short trip from my bed to his and sat opposite him in a position that mimicked his own. He slowly opened an eye and looked down at me as I stared at him; the choking feeling as becoming stronger as I stared at him.

"Sakura," breathed as he set a friendly hand atop my own. "What's the matter?"

I chuckled, well, attempted to, but it came out as nothing more than a high-pitched squeal.

"N-nothing!" was all I could muster in my pathetic attempts. I felt the invisible restraints my throat weaken slightly and for that I was relieved.

"Sakura," he sighed again, looking at me with what I assumed was worry. Gaara wasn't the easiest to decode sometimes. I smiled at him in an attempt to reassure him but was interrupted when I felt something warm rolling down my cheek. I patted at the substance and when I looked at my hand, it was a clear substance. Liquid. Water.

I was crying.

"Oh..." I attempted to wipe away the tears that were journeying down my face but every time I thought they were gone, new ones would surface. I tried to smile it off as I looked at Gaara to see him looking almost pained as he looked upon me. My smile twitched and I felt my teeth chew on my lip as my diaphragm started to contract, creating sobs that ripped from my throat as it relaxed.

I felt two strong arms encircle me as I was pulled into the warm lap of the Kazekage... his hold on me was caring yet awkward like he knew his intent but his body would simply not comply. I just leaned against his chest as pathetic cries escaped from my throat... my hands covered my face as my tensed arms should against the solid chest that belonged to the red head who was currently rubbing small circles on my back with the occasional unsure pat.

"Crying is good sometimes," I heard him explain in my ear. Was he trying to comfort me? Gaara comforting me? "Crying released feel-good hormones, so it's actually a clever thing to do."

I felt like smiling just then but the only reply that my body could muster was choosing to cry even harder.

*Stares at the screen in disbelief*

It's past 4am now. Along with the occasional drink, etc. breaks, that took some time... BUT LOOK AT THE HOUR!

I hope that torturing me to this extent will make you forgive me for the last release.