A/N: Yo! I'm back with the second chapter! I'm really sorry for the late update, but I was busy with assignmenting and such (I do have a life!). Thank you to everyone who reviewed, alerted and added this story to their faves! Hountou Arigatou! Oh, and the imaginary cookie goes to lizzpercush! Congratulations, you got it right! It was Kin – who will be making her official debut in this chapter!

EDIT: Sorry, I decided to change a few things to make it a bit... more something. Please read, as the ending was changed slightly.

Once again, I do not own Naruto. I'm not that creative!

La Tua Cantante

Chapter 2:

IMPULSE

"Move it! This stack of papers could fall at any moment, so unless you want to die of paper cuts, MOVE IT!"

Frightened employees stared helplessly as their fellow blonde workmate busily shoved her way through the crowded corridor. Several whispers were being shared about the girl who was currently sashaying her way down the hallways, cupping her manicured hands around her mouth to increase her volume. Whether the workers were too scared to move or simply not listening, the girl knew that they wouldn't be moving anytime soon.

"Didn't you hear me?" screamed the girl once again. Stomping her feet, clad in six-inch stilettos, she extended her arms and proceeded to forcibly push people out of the way. Of course, there were many protests, but they were all silenced when faced with the evil glare shot at them through the blue eyes of the pressing woman. "Hurry up! Evaporate people!"

"Ino, maybe they would 'evaporate' if you didn't scream so loud," said a tired voice wearily. Whipping around to face the speaker, Ino glared, but only succeeded in having her glare hitting a pile of inanimate objects. An eyebrow rose as the confused girl tried to move her head to see whom she was talking to, but failed miserably. "I appreciate you trying to help me, but you really are making my headache worse."

A gasp of fake surprise escaped Ino's lips as she covered her cheeks with her hands. "Forehead, how could you say such mean things? Are my methods of help not good enough for you?" she cried feebly, sliding her hands down her cheeks in her act of hurt. "Oh, you are so nasty!"

Whilst being so absorbed in her acting, she hadn't noticed the girl she was talking to stumble away from her shakily. It seemed that Ino's hair, which she was proud to admit that she washed with only the best hair products and was completely natural, had whacked the intimidating pile of documents with its split-end-free tail. With the papers stacked lopsidedly on top of each other, small hands struggled to keep it all together, while green eyes tried to see the mass from every angle so as to prevent any falling papers. This proved to be very bothersome, as pink locks of hair repeatedly fell in her eyes and two hands was just not enough to hold it all.

"You know, you could try using your brain for once, Forehead. I mean you could have—ah! Watch out, Sakura!"

Her warning was a bit too late, as Sakura had no chance of seeing exactly what was put inconveniently in front of her: the stairs. The pink haired girl inwardly cursed as the tip of her newly acquired stiletto bar shoe on her right foot slid off the floor, causing her to sway awkwardly on the spot. Her foot tried to find the floor again, inching forward slowly. This resulted in her balance being thrown off completely, as the heel of her shoe snapped and brought her down to the ground at a rapid rate.

Profanities ran through her mind as she plunged to the floor, her grip loosening on her papers and her hair flapping all over her face. Closing her eyes quickly, she braced herself for the impact of her fall onto the cold floor.

A full minute had passed. There was no sense of pain anywhere on her body, and she was still standing somewhat upright.

"Eh? What the heck just…" her voice faltered as she opened her eyes slowly to crane her neck around. "…happened?"

Just then, did she finally register that she had been saved. A well-built arm had wrapped itself around her petite waist, keeping a vice-like grip on her hips. Her right foot was dangling feebly over a step on the stairs, her broken heel lying among the papers she had dropped during her fall. And, the man who had saved her from her ungraceful landing was no other than the same man she had angered the previous night.

"Uchiha-san!" cried Sakura in surprise as her eyes fell on him. Her arms that were stretched out earlier due to her attempts at balance, retracted suddenly in shock. Similar to what a fish would do, she opened her mouth to say something but thought better and clamped her mouth shut, her eyebrows creasing as she recalled how she got into the current situation.

Due to her blonde friend insisting that 'shoes can make or break a career,' Sakura had her small feet forcefully shoved into the space allocated in the notorious five-inch-high shoes. As if juggling an extremely large pile of papers wasn't enough, she had to complete the task in the aforementioned shoes. With those exceedingly hard conditions, it was actually quite fortunate that she hadn't tripped before reaching the building, considering she was famous for her uncanny clumsiness.

Sakura was now in the arms of her boss, and was secretly delighted in the present position.

Her boss, however, wasn't in the slightest bit pleased. She wasn't heavy, she didn't have the same overpowering aroma of perfume as the other girls did and her hair wasn't that much of a bother, but she was much too close to him for comfort. After all, she was the same girl who had tempted him last night with her alluring smell.

Ever since he had allowed those dreadful blood tablets to plummet down his throat, Sasuke had resolved to forget about that entire experience. Having a reputation for being a cool and composed man, part of his criteria was to dismiss all things irrelevant to his life. Of course, his vampire instincts acting up over something so trivial was completely relevant, but it was an aspect of his life that he refused to acknowledge.

But, was it possible for him to ignore the sudden dryness of his throat, or the light sheen of sweat that was starting to cover his face as he continued to freeze in his position?

He could clearly remember her scent. That enthralling scent enticed him still, and now that she was at such close proximity, he couldn't help but think of the things he could do to take her blood. Last night, she had smelt of strawberries, with a light tinge of vanilla. With his uncanny smelling abilities, he could easily smell the sweet fragrance of her hair – which she must have washed thoroughly as it smelled delightfully of strawberries – and the other objects she was holding. Each item she touched, whether they were just the clothes she wore or an enormous stack of papers, their scent was marred by her irresistible smell.

That observation brought him back to find that the papers she had previously been holding were now scattered all over the floor. It seemed that her dainty fingers weren't nimble enough to grasp all the documents she was meant to carry. Hundreds of papers lay spread out on the tiled floor, all signed and marked by Sakura in place of the man who was supposed to do it.

"Was she meant to do all these in the first place?" he wondered aloud softly, but his low murmurs reached the attentive ears of the pink haired woman in his arms.

It didn't really matter to him at this point, even if he was supposed to be alert to when employees were being unfairly treated. Yes, even if the worker in question happened to be a dense, clumsy little girl who was too obedient for her own good.

"Ah? Did you say something, Uchiha-san?"

He was forced to correct himself; she was a dense, clumsy yet frightfully observant little girl who was too obedient for her own good.

His control was slipping. It was even worse that she chose to not be in control of her breathing at the current time. Her breaths were ragged and uneven, coming out in delicious puffs that reached his face. Still, even in her worn out state, she looked terribly appetizing. It wouldn't be difficult to just pull her closer to him and plant his fangs into her neck. Bystanders would just think of it as a normal intimate mating ritual between the two, so it could b— no, he couldn't think like a bloodthirsty vampire.

"Think of other things; things like paperwork and revenge," he thought to himself, closing his onyx eyes warily as he tried to steady his breathing, which he realized had increased in pace as he wondered.

Paperwork was too boring of a topic to ponder about, so he moved to his second option: revenge. Several plans and countless scenarios played in his head of how he would avenge what he had lost, but his thoughts started to drift. The red blood splattered on the wall in his mind turned to a messy mop of pink hair. He cracked an eye open cautiously to survey what was floating into his contemplations. Her hair, an odd pink colour, was cropped short and reaching the top of her shoulders, so it was long enough to tickle his face as he leaned forward to steady her. Sasuke wondered idly if it was natural, but shook his head and continued his revenge-filled reflection.

Now, he was seeing the torso of his hunter, drenched in blood with multiple weapons sticking out of it. That corpse turned into the petite waist of his employee, who donned a white blouse that was tucked neatly into her black high waisted skirt. Instead of the bloodied armaments, it was his arms, wrapped delicately around her waist. Her waist was small, and he had easily snaked his arm around it. She was thin; her hipbones could be felt even underneath the material of her blouse. She shifted slightly, and he realized that she was trying to tilt her body so that she was facing him. He couldn't have that; else he would lose his control at their closeness. Her hair would definitely be touching his face, her breaths would be in direct contact to his features and her scent would elicit a much less discreet response from his supernatural side. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he clenched his fist as he tried to suppress his instincts.

"Damn, its hurting again," he mumbled painfully, twisting his neck slightly as a great wave of something akin to pain overcame him. On his pale neck, the mark signifying his vampire side was becoming a light red, burning his skin as it changed colours. Not only was the colour changing, but the size as well; from the small circle it had been encompassed in, it had broken free of the restricting circle and was spreading out all over his neck.

White fangs were drawing closer to the girl's neck, and the tips of his bangs were lightly brushing her collarbone. A gasp was exulted from glossy lips as she felt hot breath on her neck, and an involuntary shiver ran down her spine.

"Ano... you're hurting me Uchiha-san," whispered Sakura quietly when she felt his grip on her hips tighten. "Could you please let me go?"

Onyx eyes widened as Sasuke became aware of the position they were in. He stepped backwards quickly, turning his head away from her, effectively hiding his face. Shoving his hands in his pockets, Sasuke swivelled around on the spot and started to walk away as if nothing had happened.

"Clean up," were the only words he muttered before he strode off distinguishably.

With the same speed in which he had remarkably caught her, he was gone. Now, without the support of another human, Sakura's knees threatened to buckle from underneath her, but thankfully she was saved from committing the ungraceful act she had been saved from.

"Geez, don't scare me like that! Do you know how worried I was!?" wailed Ino as she lurched forward to grab her friend's elbow. Pulling lightly, she steadied her workmate on even ground and shook her by the shoulders roughly. "I was worried sick! Do you know how much I would have suffered if you did fall down those stairs!? I would have to contact your parents, write up your will and... dear lord! Look what you did to my shoes!"

It was safe to say that Ino was hyperventilating right now. Her blue eyes were glazed over with anger as she scolded her friend on her clumsiness. "Seriously, I knew I shouldn't have lent you those! You just can't wa— Shikamaru!"

Said man looked up lazily as he spotted the two women. As soon as he saw the sight his two fellow workmates, he gave a half-hearted wave before walking off. Placing his hands behind his head, Shikamaru shuffled onwards to his office, blocking out the profanities Ino was shouting at his back.

This proved not to be the smartest idea.

"How troublesome; you guys are t— OW! That hurt!"

Massaging his aching head, he pivoted slowly on the spot to face the angry woman who was panting at him. Ino was downright mad; her face was set in a glare and in her hand was her other shoe, which she stated she was prepared to throw at his 'pineapple head' if he didn't offer any assistance immediately. "Shikamaru, what are you doing? Can't you see we need help?" growled Ino as she dragged Sakura forward along with her as she stomped towards him. "Sakura just spilled all these papers about, my new stilettos are ruined and I almost broke a nail just now!"

"Hey, Ino... slow down! I can't walk with these broken things!"

"How troublesome... you guys need more help than you need," muttered Shikamaru as he blatantly ignored Sakura's plea for help. Staring jadedly at Ino, he snorted. "What do you want?"

Blue eyes lit up as she thrust Sakura at the bored man's chest, a shriek of surprise coming from the girl as she was suddenly pushed forward. "I'm not a rag doll! That and I can't walk in these broken shoes, or did you miss my whole escapade with my heel breaking?!" screeched Sakura loudly as she was ignored once again.

"I give up. My life is screwed. I'm being dragged off by a lazy man who thinks everything is troublesome and the reports I did aren't going to be handed in without somebody's stupid footprints all over it. Woe is me."

Huffing, Sakura crossed her arms stubbornly as she was hauled away by Shikamaru. Ino was busy ordering other employees around to pick up the mess of papers. "You over there! Be a nice man and pick up all these papers," demanded Ino as she glowered at a man working. She sighed tiredly as she inspected her nails, placing one hand on her hip resignedly as the man obeyed her orders. "What a morning! Kakashi really shouldn't have given forehead so much work."

"Is that so? I don't think you have a right to say such a thing to your boss."

Ino spun around quickly, her jaw dropping as she realized that her boss was directly behind her. "Kakashi-san! This— I mean, what you are seeing really isn't the full story! You see, Sa—"

"Quiet down, Ino. Now isn't the time for you to be saying that," chimed in said man. Ino gasped and blushed nervously as she looked to the floor. He chuckled softly at his book before passing the crazy scene fleetingly. "Didn't the boss tell you to 'clean up'?"

"Kakashi-san! You big idiot!"

A stomp of a very heavy heel was heard before high pitched shrills were reverberating throughout the halls. "Looks like everyone here has problems," He walked on, entering a deserted corridor. Kakashi looked up briefly to see the Uchiha leaning against a wall, panting heavily. Sighing, he flipped a page in his book and continued to walk. "But it looks like the biggest problem of all lies with you."

"Shut up. I'm leaving," growled Sasuke as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. Shoving his hands roughly in his pockets, he strode past the reading man and down the stairs. Sasuke jerked his neck vaguely as the mark on his neck continued to cause pain. The white haired man who had just been rebuked stopped in his tracks, and moved his sole uncovered eye to gaze lazily after the angry man.

"I'm in charge of the meetings again, then?" he asked himself rhetorically, before giggling childishly at his book as he resumed walking.

Polished Italian shoes walked gracefully over newly cleaned floors as Sasuke advanced to the receptionist desk. Behind the desk sat two very bored employees. One, a lanky white haired boy, was playing his PSP, and the other was a girl with glasses doing her nails. Clearing his throat, he relished in the fact that he had surprised them substantially; the boy jumped and dropped his PSP in shock while the girl stood up instantly, therefore trampling all over the object that freed the poor boy from boredom at work. "What is that you would like, Uc-hi-ha-san?" crooned the red haired girl as she leaned over the counter, exposing her cleavage.

"Have them send my Mercedes. I'm leaving," deadpanned Sasuke as he brought his arm to his face to inspect the time. The girl nodded excitedly and leaned across the reception desk to reach for the phone, glancing back at the bored man seductively. Her plans were ruined as the man palpably snubbed her.

A shrilling screech made all three turn their heads as an orange cooper parked lopsidedly on the curb. Messy locks of blonde hair stuck out from the window, and a tanned hand pressed impatiently on the wheel, making yet another loud sound. A whiskered face was revealed when a sun-kissed chin was tilted up wards; exposing the handsome face of the blue-eyed boy with the wide grin. "OI! Teme, get your butt in here before I kick it, dattebayo!"

"Tch... dobe. Aren't you supposed to be at work?" retorted Sasuke as he walked out of the building. Stopping just a few feet away from the driver, he put a hand casually to his neck and stared at the blonde haired man unenthusiastically. "No wonder you can't beat me, Naruto. You're inferior to me even in promptness."

Snarling, Naruto glared at him heatedly. "Do you want me to kick your butt? I know you love your face and everything 'coz you're gay and stuff, but I seriously will hit it if you don't get in here!" snapped the blonde irately, before blinking and pushing a finger to his chin in thought. "Oh yeah, and what does promptness mean?"

"Idiot. Look it up."

With a sigh, Sasuke turned and retreated to the confines of the edifice. He heard Naruto curse and fumble around in his car, before the sounds of a car door slamming open filled his ears. "Teme, where are you going? Let's just leave this place; there's nothing to do here!" chirped the tanned boy as he trod slowly after him. "What do you say about getting some ramen, eh teme?"

"Hn," Sasuke just ignored him and kept on walking. He didn't need any unnecessary company now that he was in an unstable state. The pale vampire was about to pass through the glass doors of the building, but was stopped when his ears picked up the mutter that was emitted from his friend's lips.

"I know you're hurting, teme. I can see it..." Sasuke tightened his grip on his neck and strode on. Blonde hair shadowing his eyes, Naruto eyed the spot where Sasuke's clammy hand was covering, and lifted his head up high. "It's hurting right? The curse mark that snake gave you."

Hitting the nail directly on the head, Naruto could see the pain his friend was suffering. The mark, being composed of three comma-like shapes encompassed in a circle of strange wavy symbols was still glowing red and increasing in size. "Shut up, Naruto. You don't know what you're talking about," muttered Sasuke as he resumed his pace. "It has nothing to do with you."

In an instant, the insulted boy had dashed ahead of him and had his hands fisted in the expensive jacket Sasuke wore. "The hell it has nothing to do with me!" spat Naruto as he took a fist and punched the dark haired man in the face. The man staggered backwards slightly, but was brought back up immediately. When Naruto received no response, he growled and pushed his friend to the concrete ground. "I'm your best friend, aren't I? Every time you suffer, I'm left to pick up the pieces!"

Rubbing his stinging cheek aimlessly, Sasuke just glared at the short-tempered man hovering over him. He kept his mouth shut, thus further angering the blonde man who straightened himself. "Get up, you bastard!" shouted Naruto furiously as he massaged his hand that he had used to punch the man on the floor. "Do you want me to beat you up just like that? Are you too weak that you can't even beat me, who you say is inferior to you in promumptness or whatever!?"

Onyx eyes flashed rapidly to red as the vampire stood up shakily, withdrawing his hand from his cheek to dig it in his pockets once again. The black tomoes spun around his dark iris lazily as Sasuke shot the frustrated man a smirk. "Weak? You've got it the wrong way around, clumsy idiot," drawled the pale skinned man deviously as he rocked on his heels lightly. "You're the weak one, dobe."

With this said, Sasuke proceeded to aim a kick at Naruto's stomach, but his blow was blocked and returned with an upper-cut to his chin. Swerving evasively, Sasuke retracted his leg and leant forward to hit the blonde in the chest with an open palmed strike. Winded by the strong hit, Naruto keeled over, only to be punched in the chin as he fell forward.

"That isn't enough to beat me, teme!" yelled Naruto triumphantly as he pushed his clenched fist back to hit the Uchiha again. Thrusting his fist forward he aimed his punch at the vampire's pale face, hoping for a reaction of utter pain. However, his azure eyes widened as a dash of pink interfered, and his blow met the open palm of a soft hand.

"S-Sakura-chan... I'm sorry, I—" blabbered Naruto as he quickly withdrew his fist from her skin. The pink haired girl just dropped her injured hand to her side and drew back her other, forming a fist as she went. Naruto's eyes widened yet again, and he whimpered for forgiveness. Fate, and Sakura's fury however, were not so forgiving. Hell hath no fury like a woman who deals with psychopaths everyday.

"What do you think you're doing? You were supposed to be here 3 hours ago! Even Kakashi-sensei is here before you!" shrieked Sakura vociferously. She glowered at the wounded man on the floor, who was cowering on the floor in fright. "Picking fights with random people; you're being stupid! It's like you're asking for me to kill you!"

She pivoted on her heel sharply and faced her boss with a kind, yet sickeningly fake smile. "I apologize, Uchiha-san, for the stupidity of my friend," she said sincerely, stomping on the said friend's fingers when he tried to protest. "I think he's inherited some sort of mental illness he received through direct contact with other idiots, so please excuse him. I will see to it that he takes his medicine."

Not at all moved by her obvious attempt at reconcile, Sasuke merely grunted and walked off.

"Know your place, dobe. Next time, I won't let some weakling interfere."

A light sigh was elicited from Sakura's mouth as she exhaled noisily. Turning around again, she bent down and rested her head on her knees as she stared intently at her beat up friend on the ground.

"You know, I think he hates me. He never talks to me; he just tells me off. It hurts, Naruto."

"I'm hurting more than you are, Sakura-chan. I just got beat up by two people with supernatural strength!"

Oh boy, did he know the true meaning of the latter of his sentence. Sasuke was a vampire after all.

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you that hard. In fact, maybe I just made Uchiha-san hate me even more! I mean, he must be thinking 'Oh no! She's a freakishly strong, billboard-headed girl who's going to kill me! I have to fire her!' Naruto, what am I going to do!" wailed Sakura despairingly, as she buried her face in her hands. The whiskered man sat up drowsily, and patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"You could patch me up, for starters," said Naruto cheerfully, cracking a toothy grin. Smiling back at him, Sakura shrugged off her favourite red coat that she had brought with her to work and thrust it at the blonde's face. Falling back onto his back, he faked a groan and pleaded for help as he flailed his arms about uselessly. "Help me! I'm being attacked by the red glob!"

Sakura giggled and stood up, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt. "Look after yourself Naruto. Just wear it to hide the bruises for now." With those words, she quickly strode back into the building, ruffling her hair as she walked. "I can't let karma come back to get me, can I?"

"Thanks, Sakura-chan!" he cried out after her. As he watched his friend's back disappear into the office, he stood up and looked around sluggishly. "Now, where did that bastard go?" Hugging the red coat to the top of his head, he walked swiftly around the corner of the office block, into a dark alley. "OI! Sasuke! Where are..."

His voice faltered as he drank in the sight of his best friend. Leaning against the wall was a panting Sasuke, who was gripping his arms around him like he was going to break. The markings had spread to cover half of his face, and they were alternating between red and black. Gasps of pain were coming from the suffering man's mouth, and his fangs were protruding far enough to penetrate the flesh of his lips. Sasuke looked up at him with crazed eyes; the tomoe was spinning around rapidly and it was clear that the bloodlust was seeping through his irises.

"Sasuke! What's going on?" inquired Naruto worriedly, dropping to his knees next to him. Just as Naruto completed his action, a great wave of that wonderful scent filled Sasuke's senses, and everything increased. The markings spread out to his entire face, his breaths became more haggard and his eyes were now inflicted with the emotion of paranoia. His eyes darted immediately to the coat that now lay on his lap, and his hands went for his throat as he tried to stop the searing thirst. "Get it away from me. That..." he wasn't able to finish his sentence as his body started convulsing.

"Sasuke! Tell me wh—" Naruto was cut off as a graceful figure blocked out the sun from above and landed stylishly on the balls of her feet. Her long hair whipped his face malevolently, and she shot him a fleeting look – which in all aspects wasn't pleasant at all – before shuffling over to the sweating vampire who had sunk to the floor in his fit.

"W-who the hell are you?!" shouted Naruto as he dashed forward with his fist poised. His movements were stopped however, when a senbon needle darted out of her hands and impaled itself on the skin of his forearm. She paid him no heed as he fell to his knees; focusing solely on Sasuke.

Opening his mouth gingerly with nimble fingers, she stuck a single pill on his tongue and forced him to swallow. When his body refused; it shook even more, making the man lose his consciousness, she speedily formed some hand seals and placed the tips of her finger, which were now glowing green, to his forehead and concentrated. After a minute of agonizing silence, she stopped and stood up.

"It's even worse than Orochimaru-sama predicted. His body is rejecting the tablets as a whole," she murmured to herself cautiously. "I should return to present my report." Bending down slowly, she tentatively cupped his face with her hands, but was slapped away as the previously unconscious vampire came to.

"Don't touch me if you were sent by him," snarled Sasuke as he took a defensive pose against the wall. "What did he send you for, Kin?"

Straightening, she shook her head and stepped away from him. "You have fallen beneath that of what Orochimaru-sama made of you. My job was simply to keep an eye on you," she reported stiffly, flexing her arms. "To think that you had fallen to this state because of that little girl... you truly are pathetic."

Naruto lunged at her, but she dodged and defended with a hiss. Standing shakily up, Sasuke held out a hand, signalling for his friend to cease his advances. It seemed Naruto wouldn't have been able to proceed despite his warning, as he collapsed once again. "Leave. Tell him whatever you wish, but I am not going back," Sasuke said impassively. Sasuke passed a blank look to the other occupants of the otherwise uninhabited alley and strode off. "No matter how bad my impulses become."

Kin nodded dismissively and leapt off into the sky to return to her master. With her long hair swishing behind her, she spared the agitated vampire a single glance before dashing across the sky as if it was a flat surface.

A small twitch of his lips occurred as Sasuke continued his pace to the mouth of the alley. "Teme! Where are you going!?" bellowed Naruto angrily as he clenched his fists. He was tired of being left confused; he needed to know the truth. Getting up, he tried to step towards the man he was speaking to, but fell against a dumpster for balance. "Quit keeping me in the dark, damn it!"

He was ignored again, as usual. "Tell Kakashi to look after the company," deadpanned Sasuke, completely ignoring Naruto's request. Picking up the red coat that lay at his feet, the blonde hurled the object at Sasuke's head, where it missed as the man started to disappear in flames. "...dobe."

"Quit leaving...you bastard! Are you just going to run away like your stupid brother!?"

The dejected man slipped his hands off the unsanitary object he was using to hold himself up, and dropped to his knees, averting his eyes to the ground. "I couldn't stop him, again..." With his palms flat on the floor, he leant his head down to rest against the cold floor. Unpredictably, tears started to cascade down his cheeks. Before long, his whole frame was quivering due to the tears he was shedding. "Teme...you were right... I am..."

"Naruto!" cried an apprehensive voice worriedly. The blonde boy suddenly felt himself being pulled up by the collar, and then had two arms encircle his chest tightly. He felt his wet face brush the top of a mane of soft hair, and he knew who it was. "You idiot! What happened to you!?"

He opened his eyes drowsily to catch a glimpse of a pair of dainty feet in a pair of high heeled shoes and the top of a pink haired head. Caressing it gently, he closed his eyes again, willing the tears to stop.

"... weak."

Sakura could do nothing but stare at him in curiosity, and kept her arms wrapped around the man as she gave him the comfort she could give.

A/N: Second chapter is up! Oh, and please check my profile for a poll about my new stories. Summaries are on the page as well.