Note from Author: Here's the next chapter. It's a little longer than the last chapter, but the rating has dropped back down. For those who enjoyed the last chapter, I'm glad.
Rating: T
Clashing Personalities
Twenty-Nine
Dawn comes with a vengeance. Lying in bed, Sakura can only listen to the light whistle of the wind against her window. One arm drapes over her eyes, her checks flushed crimson. Pink tresses stick to her forehead, damp despite the cooling warmth flooding the room. The blankets curl around her thin frame, the pillow plump under her head. White against her heated skin, a hint to why she's staying home today of all days.
"Sakura?" her mom eases into the room, eyes filled with concern.
And to think she never got along with them unless she was sick. What kind of daughter is she? A horrid one, if she has any say in it. One that does nothing but disappoint.
"M-mama?" turning over, the blanket rolling down to show her exposed shoulders. The chest wrap around her torso the only cloth covering her from sight, her mom wipes her brow.
"You'll be okay, you'll see. Tomorrow, you'll be up and bounding around again." Tucked back in bed, the older woman leaves. The door soundlessly clicks shut, leaving Sakura to stay in the room on her own.
Sundown hits many hours later, the house falling to shadow. Her window creaks open, a jeaned leg throwing itself over the ledge. That leg is followed by a body.
"Hey there, kiddo." Kisame plops down on the edge of her bed, pulling the blankets up to encase her. She blinks in surprise, not sure to why he's here in the first place. A moment later, Itachi's at her side with a small box.
Pulling out a bottle, he unscrews the cap. Kisame helps her up, keeping the blanket around her should as he does so. The liquid touches her tongue a moment later, bitter and cold. Moments after, her eyes begin to droop shut.
"Drugs?"
"Medicine. Get better."