Several hours later-
Kakashi was having trouble staying conscious as he flew over the city. His side was burning like fire, blood pulsed from between his fingers and he felt himself starting to fall for the tenth time in the past thirty minutes. His wings were full of holes that were stinging as if he were being stabbed by ice. He had lost more blood than any one person, human or monster could afford too and he had been nicked pretty badly by a poison bullet.
He'd probably die if he didn't find somewhere to rest and heal.
He looked down at all the twinkling lights below and smiled faintly in the dark as his vision faded again. All those people and lights, and he couldn't think of anywhere to go but down. His wings gave out and he felt himself falling. If he were lucky his heart would stop before he hit the ground, but naturally he wasn't a lucky person.
He slammed into something cold, and soft under him give and and instant later his body slammed into something hard and felt some of his bones break upon impact as everything went black.
Uzu had been in the shower, soaking and trying to relax when she heard a loud boom and the sound of breaking glass and decided that she had stayed in the bath long enough and quickly slipped on her red satin bath robe and grabbed the small gun that she had pulled out of the safe in her bedroom earlier and went to check things out.
"I swear to god, if Sauske's out there I will shoot him in the nuts." She muttered to herself as she opened the bathroom door and started to walk out into the hall. She could see the window leading to her outdoors porch was broken and scowled as she made her way down the hall to the living room and looked around.
There was no one in her apartment and even if there was, they wouldn't be coming in through the window due to how many stories up her pent house was. She set the gun aside and slipped her small feet into her house slippers and made her way over to the broken window and peeked through the glass door and froze in shock when she saw that her green house had been reduced to jagged shards of glass and bent metal and wondered just what had done the damage as she opened the door and stepped out onto the patio.
Her face pale, her heart thudding in her chest. God help her if Sauske had had anything to do with this shit she was going to-
Her mouth went dray as she reached the edge and she saw what looked like a half naked and bloody male body laying face down on the cold marble, with little slivers of glass sticking out of his skin on his back, in between his shoulders, and more glass littering the stone around him stained red as a small pool of blood formed around him.
"Oh my god." She breathed in horror as she dropped the little hand gun and pushed what was left of the door out of her way and flinched as it shattered on the ground and stepped over some of the sharper pieces and went to check in the guy was still breathing, all the while she kept looking up and wondering where he had come from.
She dropped down beside him and placed her fingers against the side of his neck and almost jumped out of her skin when he turned his head and opened his mouth and took a deep shuddering gasp startling her.
She shrieked and scrambled back a little bit as the man took several deep breaths and one of his eyes flickered open to look at her with a pain glazed deep red eye and reached for her with his hand. Blood running down his forehead and back and arm.
Not knowing what else to do she moved back over to him and took his hand and started to talk to him, trying to get information from him so that she could call for help.
He stared at her hand, wrapped around his own bloody one and felt himself smile a little bit as he slipped back into the welcoming embrace of unconsciousness.
She didn't let go of his hand for more than a second so that she could go and call for help.
And she hadn't let go since she had found him several hours ago, she had been too afraid that if she let go and turned her back that he would die while she had sat with him and waited for help and again when he had been carried down the thirty something floors to the ambulance waiting below.
And now here she was in a hospital ER, still holding his hand despite the fact that she wasn't wearing any clothes and she now had blood on her, and she was probably going to catch a cold.
But these things didn't bother her like they should have-
She was simply too worried about this strange man's health to care much about her own. She alternated out between squeezing his hand in hers and softly talking to him as he was examined by the doctors and nurses. And when they were done, she was suprised to know that he had a few hair line fractures, some deep cuts and a lot of bruises. Nothing terribly bad or life threatening, and she was finally able to breath a sigh of relief and let his hand go.
She went home for a little while to clean up the mess the man had made of her green house and had taken the time to mourn her precious flowers and two of the little fishies that had been killed in the accident and to take a nap; after which she returned to the hospital at about nine in the evening and found the man sitting up in his hospital bed looking around curiously.
She slipped into his room quietly and gently shut the door behind her and he turned his head to look at her. "You must be the angel that saved me." He said with a shy smile, Uzu looked at him and blinked in shock as she listened to him speak.
Holy shit, he had the most beautiful face, voice and body, even with the cuts and bruises, that she had ever seen. "Uh...not really." She said after a second or so as she walked over to the bed and noted the he must have been up and walking around since the covers on the bed looked as if they had been hastily pulled over his legs.
"You've been walking around." She said as she gave him a narrow eyed look. He smiled and bit his lower lip.
"Not really." He said after a second or so as she pulled the covers up around his hips. He leaned down a little bit and subtly inhaled her scent, feeling more than a little bit curious about the human female and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from making any sound to give away what he was doing. The last thing he needed was for her to think that he was a freak.
She smelled sweet though. Like lilac, honeysuckle, and orange blossoms, and oddly enough he found that he liked her scent as he leaned back away from her an instant before she straitened her spine and looked at him.
Her hand subconsciously going to her nape as his heart thudded in his chest as desire pulsed through his veins, causing his lower body to stir to life for the first time in over fifty years.
Uzu frowned and rubbed her nape and stared at the man for a second or so. She could have sworn that she had just felt him breathe on her or something. Yet he was sitting there watching her with those peculiar mis matched eyes of his, looking both innocent and predatory at the same time. "Were you-"
He gave her a wide eyed look. "Was I what?" He asked with a slight tip of his head. His voice holding an teasing note to it as if he was trying to play with her. She blinked and shook her head and moved away from him so that she could sit down in the chair next to the bed.
"How are you feeling?" She asked after a second or so of uncomfortable silence.
He gave her a small smile. "I'm feeling much better now that I've been patched up."
"Well that's good. I believe that you look better-" Uzu commented as she studied him. His face wasn't as pale as it had been hours ago, his expression was calm, he was lucid. Not the least what she expected from someone who had seemingly fallen from the sky and almost bled to death in front of her. "You have more color in your face. You don't seem to be in any pain-"
"I'm not-" He said as he lifted one of his arms and showed her the IV hooked to the back of his hand and wound the clear tube around his hand and gave a soft tug on it as he turned his head to look at the metal stick thingy that stood against the wall next to his bed. "I'm not sure what they have in that little plastic bag, but it's very nice." He said before looking at her again and smiling.
She gave him an 'Oh' look and nodded her head. "Well it's nice to know that your comfortable."
"Yes I suppose so."
"Have you been able to talk to the police about how you ended up on my patio bleeding and near death?" She asked curiously. He blinked at her then got a thoughtful look on his face.
"I...believe...so-" He vaguely recalled talking to several people earlier when he had woken up. But the details of the conversation were sketchy at best. But he was pretty sure that he had had the presence of mind to lie about how he had ended up with half healed bullet wounds and to also lie about how he had really ended up on this young woman's patio bleeding profusely and unconscious.
"Well that's good. So would you mind telling me how you ended up falling through my green house and destroying it?"
He scowled at her for a second then shrugged his shoulders. He supposed that he did owe her an explanation of sorts. "Would you believe me if I told you that I fell out of an airplane?"
"No. Not since there haven't been any crashes to support your claim."
He made a humming sound. Damn she was sharp. "Alright. My wife left me and I was so depressed that I decided to end my life and apparently picked the wrong building to throw myself off of. Happy now?" He asked in a dark tone.
Uzu frowned and shook her head. His mind must have been scrambled by the fall. Or maybe it was the pain meds. Whatever it was, she got the feeling that he wasn't telling her the truth. Or at least the whole truth.