Authoress' Notes: Ok, so I don't know what's with me and this particular fanfic that I can't seem to be able to update it at a normal pace. But uhm, y'know. At least this time it was two years instead of six?

I really, really appreciate your reviews EatEmUp, loony snake, JustAwesomeIX and croaksome3 ! Thank you for taking the time to comment and tell me what you think. I'm really glad that you liked this even though I still don't consider my writing skills in English to be very good.

Again I apologize for bad grammar/spelling.

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You said Forever

CHAPTER 3

An ample world map was lying over the long table that was once the eating place for the family that used to live there. Whatever had happened to that family was to remain unknown. They had probably run away after the first invasion, or after the bombing, or who knows. They could even be dead, for all Lee knew. But that wasn't a pleasant thought, so he would let it die at the back of his head while he tried to focus on more pressing matters.

Like the aforementioned map that lay before him, being carefully studied by the two Generals of the American Army that had been sent to decide the next move of their coalition along with him.

"You reckon that the Baltics will be ours soon?" Lee questioned as he gazed over the map, his eyes resting on the long territory that was marked as the "New Baltic Republic", an area of strategic importance for the domination of Moscow. Little colored nails were used to pinpoint the location of their allied forces, and the location of the enemy's forces as well. Brown for Africa, green for America and blue for Eurasia.

"My brother is already on the move, he's securing important cargo routes here and here", one of the American Generals stated as he pointed to said routes on the map with his index finger, moving it around under the Baltic Republic. The eyes of the other two followed him. "We would be needing some reinforcements to go up to the big three, and not to mention that Russia remains uninvadable" he added, a strong Hispanic accent making its way into his speech as he talked. His fellow general, a blonde youth of clear blue eyes, stared at him with a raised eyebrow.

"You need to use real words that Lee can understand. Uninvadable is not a word" he assured, and the other general answered by looking at him with a frown. He then looked at Lee, as if searching for confirmation on what had just been said.

"I understood what you meant," Lee said with a kind smile. "But yes, it's not a word."

General Sasuke Uchiha sighed in frustration. Because right when he thought that he was finally mastering that dreaded language that wasn't his mother tongue (or more than half of the population of his country's mother tongue), Naruto had to jump in to remind him that he was actually far from that goal.

"Fine. Whatever. We cannot invade Russia and Orochimaru knows that."

"Of course he does." Lee admitted, his eyes now resting on said territory, a colossal land of cold and hostility. Orochimaru, the king of the northern nation, had escaped to the depths of that mysterious state about two or three months ago, and now used his secure location to give out orders to the rest of the country. Africa and America had been gaining territory as months went by, but the monsters of the north still remained as dangerous territory that they didn't know how to tame.

"Once the Baltics are ours their communication with the norths will be difficult. They will be at a disadvantage and that's our moment to strike."

"I trust in Itachi's strategic mind, but, are you sure we should just leave it in his hands? We could move up some forces from Belarus already to join him and…"

"No, no, no" interrupted the blond, Naruto, as he looked at the map analytically and then pointed to Russia's capital. "You weaken Belarus and Moscow will be on us. From Belarus they get Ukraine and recover their path to Turkey."

Turkey was an important center for weapon mass production and the coalition was barely being able to hold control of it. The resistance persisted even despite the coalition's overwhelming force.

"Poland is not ready to move" Lee said then, after acknowledging that Naruto was right in relation to Belarus. Sasuke crossed his arms and shrugged.

"So we leave him alone. Itachi won't have any problem."

The meeting ended a little while after that and the two Generals left to return to their base camp. Lee stayed in the dining room, carefully observing the disposition of his map.

Russia was a massive entity that couldn't be penetrated. Under it, food producing states that were not fighting as of yet, like China and several other small territories remained untouched by war. Except that a percentage of their production had started to be diverted to feed states that were being controlled by the coalition, which in a way made them "slaves" of the winning countries. Other states like India had been kept out of the conflict by all parties because they were extremely poor and in already such a deplorable state, that neither Eurasia gained nothing by defending them, as the coalition didn't gain anything by trying to invade them.

So, in the end, the biggest fight was with all of what had once been called Europe, lands that seemed to have been born for war and strife, as they'd been infested of that ever since the beginning of their existences; and with Russia that, as strong as ever, inhabited by people that was as hard as their winters, remained as a millenary fortress that refused to fall. Russia was Orochimaru's last weapon. If the coalition devoured Russia, it'd be the end of the war.

But as to how they were going to do that, remained to be seen.

Lee served himself a cup of coffee from the small coffee machine that had been brought to him earlier by one of his subordinates and started making his way out of the dining room. However, when he was just a couple of steps away from the door, it opened on its own and someone else came in. Lee stopped in his tracks and stared at the newcomer with a bit of confusion that showed in his eyes and in the slight tremble that ran through his brow.

"Sai? Did Naruto and Sasuke forget anything?"

Sai, a lower soldier that served under the two Generals smiled at him naively. Both his eyes and his hair were dark, much like Sasuke's, as he descended from the same Hispanic roots as the Uchiha; he was slim, fragile in appearance but deadly in combat, or so had Lee heard. He was the man of trust of those two. But the pair had left quite some time ago so Lee didn't understand what Sai was still doing there.

"No. I'll be staying with you for some time. I hope you don't mind. I was dusting off the old guest's room of the house and already made it comfortable, so I'll stay there. I noticed that the other room is occupied."

He looked intently at Lee as if making some sort of unspoken accusation with his eyes. Lee ignored that.

"Staying for some time? Does the American government need to keep an eye on me? I thought we trusted each other" Lee said, not caring about hiding his obvious annoyance. Sai just smiled again, closing his small eyes in an innocent gesture that unnerved Lee.

"This is not bad faith on our part, General. Please don't make it a bigger deal than it is."

That said, he turned and left, not before throwing one last gaze at Lee, a look that only talked of trouble to the General.

He didn't like this.

He sighed, the cup in his hand still warm and releasing an inviting scent, and decided he would worry about that later. Right now he was tired enough to sleep for a day. Not that someone in his position could ever afford the luxury of sleeping that much, hence the cup of heavy coffee.

Neji had heard some knocking on his door after someone had tried to open it. He hadn't answered. Of course he had assumed it was Lee, but then a voice with a strange accent had called out.

"Is there someone in there?"

He couldn't recognize the voice, nor the accent. It was a strong accent and it kind of reminded him of how he used to sound himself when he had first arrived to Russia, speaking a sad attempt at English that Russians couldn't even understand. It was fortunate that Russian, despite its use of the Cyrillic alphabet, was actually a very plain language with several words that even sounded similar to their counterparts in English and Spanish, so it hadn't been too hard for him to finally learn how to speak it.

He had remained silent, holding his legs in front of his chest, on the bed, and the voice hadn't insisted. He waited to hear footsteps leaving, but just as there hadn't been any footsteps coming, he could never hear them. A chilly fall breeze entered the room through the open window, creeping over his skin and playing with his long brown hair. His extended time in Italy had made him more accustomed to the warm weather than to the cold he was already used to at home, so the chillness of the air gave him goosebumps. He felt it strange, being cold with so little, when in Russia his body would put up with minus zero temperatures.

His stay in this large property that Lee had picked as a base was in some horrendous ways not so different from the time he had spent as a prisoner in the old jail. Of course there were huge differences, but he was still locked up in a reduced space, removed of his ability to do or move around as he pleased, forced to eat whatever was given to him and left with the inability to do much more than sitting or standing or just walking around during hours, as there was absolutely no other form of entertainment in his room. It would drive him crazy if it wasn't because he was already used to it, used to depending on his own mind and thoughts to distract him during the long and tasteless days that he was forced to live.

There was a bathroom in his room. Small, pink, with the remaining of some girl "equipment" that he had no way to use, like tampons or make up (even he wasn't that girly), and all the things he'd need to keep himself tidy enough, like razorblades, soaps, and even shampoo and towels.

Neji hadn't actually had a bath for the first three days. His mind had played a very dark joke on him, making him unable to realize that he now had the possibility of taking a shower every day. When he had walked into the bathroom, he had just used it for the basic stuff, and had washed his face and brushed his teeth with a used toothbrush that he found. Nothing else. He was so used to captivity, to uncleanliness, that he just… he just hadn't thought of that.

Then, on the fourth day, while going through the stuff that was being kept in the board under the sink, he found shampoo and shower gel. He looked at the bottles for an unnecessary amount of time until his brain was finally able to process the obvious.

He felt the urge to cry. Because he couldn't understand how it was possible that he had been using the bathroom for three days without making the connection between the shower that was next to him and the possibility to use it.

Was his brain rotting?

The feeling of water running down his body, even though it was cold, had been glorious. He had stayed in the shower for hours, washing his long hair and then washing it again, using all of the different soaps that he could find just to see what the smell of each one would be.

Lee had even knocked on his door to find out if he was okay.

"I'm taking a shower."

"You've been in there for like three hours."

"…"

"Okay, just wanted to make sure you're fine. I'm leaving your food and meds on the bed."

He heard the door closing and resumed his moment of peace.

Only after that he had had the courage to look into the mirror that was over the sink in the bathroom. He hadn't been able to look at it at all since he had arrived because… who knows why. Maybe his crazy mind was just afraid of what he would find. Of seeing real madness running through his skin and inside of his eyes.

He didn't find madness but he also didn't find anything too appealing when he looked.

"You're handsome, very handsome in your own way. I think you'd find a guy that likes you very easily." Kiba had told him once, staring at him with focused eyes as if he really was studying him. Neji had blushed, and smiled.

Handsome would hardly be the word he'd use to describe himself at this moment of his life. While he looked in the mirror, he only found a skinny face, dry skin and reddened lips. His eyes made him look like he was very sick, or like he had been crying, or both. His hair was all but shiny or soft, it looked cracked, parched, and even shampoo couldn't work any miracle on it. After that first time that he had looked at himself in the mirror, he had proceeded to walk out of the bathroom, naked, and throw himself on the bed, staring at the ceiling and ignoring completely his meal or the cold air that entered through the open window.

Lee had come back a couple of hours later and had found him in that state. At first he had approached him and looked closely at his face, as if he feared that he was dead, but when Neji's eyes had moved in his direction he had straightened up and moved away.

"I'll bring you new clothes later. I suppose the ones in this room aren't exactly your size."

Neji could almost hear the smile on his face as he said those words and ignored him.

Damned Lee and his tendency to be so… happy. Freaking happy as if there was anything in the damned world to be happy about.

He should just shoot himself or something…

Neji sometimes fantasized about the idea of taking the gun in Lee's brown belt and killing him, but then he wondered just what the heck he would do, as he had no idea of where he was, and therefore this fantasy of his was always cut abruptly by the sour reality of not knowing that he'd do with himself once his so-called helper died.

Lee, he didn't give a crap about Lee. He came three times a day, brought him food and water and removed the dirty dishes from the previous meal. He also brought him medicine, a couple of pills and some syrup in a little plastic container. Neji, despite his pride, ate and drank everything. It was almost mechanical. He had to eat. He had to live. Not because he found any particular pleasure in doing so, but because he had to. Because he had to find his friends. Shikamaru was gone, but Kiba and Shino could still be out there and he needed to find them.

It was the only absolute thing that made his life make any sense at all.

So that was another reason why he didn't kill Lee. Because he didn't know if he could really trust him but he was holding onto the hope that he could. Or maybe not trust him, really, because who would be so stupid as to trust some happy, crazy, pretending-to-be-so-kind African soldier in the middle of war? He could not trust him, but he could believe in the possibility that maybe he would really help him find his friends, for whatever reason.

He had asked for his names once.

"Aburame Shino and Inuzuka Kiba." Neji had whispered, staring at him with that annoying glint of hope in his eyes.

"Aburame Shino and Inuzuka Kiba." Lee had repeated, as if to ratify the information, and had nodded. Then he had left without another word.

That was Neji's life since they had arrived there. Eating, looking out the window, trying to figure out his mind that was feverish with war, and standing Rock Lee's presence and voice and smile in his room. That was his very, very uninteresting life.

Rock Lee's presence had something in it that sickened him very deeply. It was that tendency of his to look so trustworthy, when he was not. It was his eyes, dark as coal, his serious expression that sometimes softened, his lips that sometimes looked as if they wanted to smile but couldn't, and that sometimes smiled for all the wrong reasons and at all the wrong times; his hair that, unlike Neji's, was well kept, cut and combed and shiny and soft –Neji hadn't touched it, of course, but it looked soft–, and just everything in him, from his khaki African uniform and deep brown boots, the belt in his slender waist and the gun holder that hanged from it. Everything in freaking Rock Lee disgusted him and it disgusted him particularly more because he was getting used to him. And he hated that. He hated that he couldn't hate him with enough strength anymore every time he arrived. That he didn't hate his voice enough, or his face enough, or everything in him enough.

Disgusting, liar Rock Lee.

That night, when the door opened, Neji looked over his shoulder, while standing in front of his window, to look at Lee.

But it wasn't Lee.

Lee was feeling increasingly frustrated by Sai's presence in the house. He appeared and disappeared at his own will, watched him work for hours like a complete weirdo, and made the strangest kind of conversation.

The American uniform was deep green, elegant with high shoulder plates and black boots. But Sai for some reason insisted on modifying the upper part of the respectable clothing, by cutting off half of it and leaving his slender waist and well-shaped abdomen on sight. Lee felt slightly uncomfortable with the unnecessary exhibition of fair skin. Sai's tendency to invade his personal space was not helping, either.

"Can I see your guest?" He asked as he sat on top of the desk, right next to the papers that Lee was reviewing at that moment. The African raised his head to look at him. Sai had that calm, unnerving smile of his.

"What guest?"

"The one those medicines in your backpack are for. I noticed the meds have been diminishing and you're not sick."

"Have you been going through my stuff?"

"Yes. It's for your own safety."

Lee just stared at him, for a while, unable to comprehend the way that this guy was acting. Lee was famous for being very patient. Very, very patient, Rock Lee was not a person that was easily infuriated. But Sai was slowly starting to reach that goal.

"My own safety, you say?"

"Yes."

"Sai, I would think that I know how to take care of myself."

"You would, of course."

Very patient.

"Am I in danger?" he asked simply, as if trying to make the other see the senselessness of his actions. He wasn't in any more danger right now than he had ever been in his life. There was no reason to act as if he was. No reason at all.

But Sai, instead of answering just smiled, balancing his feet at Lee's side. His eyes moved down, looking at Lee's right hand, the one that held a pen.

"A wedding band." He said, his feet still rocking, and Lee's eyes also descended upon his hand. His golden wedding ring adorned his right annular finger. "How nice."

One of Sai's fingers moved to caress the golden metal of the ring, and then moved further to caress Lee's fingers with his own. The African removed his hand swiftly, a look of utter annoyance plastered on his face.

"Please leave, Sai. I'm busy."

Even when he was mad, Lee couldn't bring himself to be extremely rude. Sai smiled and got off of the desk.

"Right. I'll be waiting for you in the kitchen to have dinner together, my General."

He then left.

Patience. Patience. He should change his bloody name to bloody Patience.

Kabuto left the "comfort" of his tent to check on his dog. Red Fangs was chewing on a bone, eating the last pieces of meat that were left in it.

Kabuto approached him with a smile and took his face in one hand, staring intently at him and interrupting his feeding.

"We should get something tattooed on your face, that way you'd look more African fashion-like. How about it, huh? Couple of red fangs, here and here" he considered, moving his face to one side and to the other to look at his cheeks. Red said nothing, as was usual. Kabuto let him go.

"Are you done?" a voice came out from the tent. Kabuto looked at its source and smiled.

"No, baby, get back in there. I was just checking on the beast."

A scrawny, sickly-looking woman with opaque red hair, cracked lips painted in deep carmine and half painted nails nodded from the entrance of the tent and returned to it. Kabuto followed her with the face of a hungry, needy animal and half closed the tent behind him. Kiba could see their feet moving near the unclosed entrance, Kabuto's on top, and could hear each sound they made with undesirable clarity. Her exaggerated moans and the sound of their bodies rubbing against each other, Kabuto's thrusts making a rhythmic "clap" sound that repulsed him. Kabuto would strangle her later, when he was done with her, and then would make Kiba help him carry her to some place where they could dispose of her body discreetly. Kiba didn't even care about them anymore, because he realized that in much ways they were just like him. Just surviving as it seemed like the most logical thing to do, but with no real passion or appreciation or anything for their own lives. Kiba had even killed a couple of them a couple of times, some girls that had tried to run away when they realized Kabuto's intentions, and just as if he was some kind of guardian dog, Kabuto had released him and ordered him to catch them and tear them to pieces.

Kiba hadn't cared about them.

"Wanna cook'em?"

Red had stared at his owner with disdainful eyes.

"You're right, they may have something, let's just burn them."

The smell of burnt skin was actually quite appealing. But the smell of the hair was disgusting.

Kiba heard this last woman with red hair scream and watched her kick and twist inside the tent. Kabuto laughed with high spirits until he was done. He then came out of the tent, wearing only his underwear and with stains of substances Kiba did not want to touch on his leg and abdomen.

"I think I want to cut this one. Do you think it's easy?"

Kiba looked at him. A smile was plastered on his face, as usual, so calm and uninterested in the death that he carried in his hands. His skin had an even color, untainted by the sun and the dirt that surrounded them. His long hair, light gray, was a mess made over his shoulders, and his beetle-black eyes hid behind some thin glasses. He somehow fit with their background, the wreckage of a destroyed city now made only of fallen buildings, dust and broken pieces of everything. He somehow fit with the cadavers he disposed of weekly and the blood he sometimes carried over his body. He fit with death. With war.

So did Kiba.

"Good afternoon." Neji was speechless as he regarded the black-haired man that had just entered his room. He held Lee's key in one hand and had a friendly, disturbing smile on his lips. "How are you feeling? Better?"

"Who are you?"

Neji didn't care about rudeness. He watched the man, waiting for an answer. He didn't fail to notice that this voice and accent were the same ones that he had heard a couple of days ago, when someone had knocked on his door.

"Oh, just some little American soldier. Very unimportant. And you?"

He started walking in Neji's direction after speaking. Neji, who was standing next to the window, found himself giving one step back as he tried to recover the distance between them. But he was stopped by the wall.

"Why are you stepping back? You don't have to be afraid of me" he said with a very uncalming tone. Neji frowned as Sai stopped at just a couple of steps away from him, staring intently into his eyes, his smile not disappearing. He was close to invading his personal space, and even though he didn't look particularly dangerous, the smile on his face was enough to get Neji's nerves on edge. "Is the General fucking you or what?" He asked and his smile widened, apparently amused at the effect that his words had on Neji.

"What the hell did you just say?"

"Is General Lee fucking you?"

"Fuck you."

"I'd like that very much but he seems very unenthusiastic about my advancements. I'm guessing it's because you're satisfying him enough?"

"Go away."

Sai laughed a bit and then he leaned dangerously over Neji. It was enough to make the Eurasian feel a chill running down his spine.

"Don't worry. I'll keep the secret for a while."

He then turned around and left, locking the door again.

"You need a wife."

From all the phrases that Lee could have ever expected to hear in the lips of his leader and friend, that was one he would have definitely never thought of.

"A wife?"

"I already chose one for you."

"You… what? Gaara, you cannot just pick a girl and expect me to marry her."

But the stare of the Kaiser made it very clear that yes, he could, and he had.

"Her name is Tenten. You will like her. She's a good woman. Pretty, strong, ideal for you."

"And does she agree?"

"Of course she does. You're a national public figure, any woman would want to marry you."

"I don't know about that."

He sighed.

"So… when?"

"In a month."

"A month." He repeated as in awe. A month. Just like that, he had been informed that he had one month left of his life as he knew it. After that he'd be married to a woman, expected to have children and a marvelous family life. "How about you? When will you marry?"

Gaara looked at him with a deadly serious look. As if to make sure that he understood the seriousness of the statement that he was about to make.

"When you choose a wife for me."

Lee smiled.

When Lee entered the room later that night to bring Neji dinner, he was first greeted by the latter's yells.

"Stay away from me!"

Lee stopped at the entrance, looking at him with confusion. Neji stood by the window, behind the bed, and held a… was that a piece of broken glass? Lee looked around looking for the source and could only realize that his glass of water was missing from the tray.

"Neji, what's…?"

"You will never lay a finger on me!" The brunette interrupted him, clutching the piece of glass with an upsetting force. Lee feared that he would hurt himself.

"What? God, Neji, have I ever given any sign that I want to lay a finger on you?"

He saw the expression in the face of the other changing. He didn't know what it was exactly, for it was concealed under anger and apparent paranoia, but his expression did change if only for a quick second. Lee couldn't understand this sudden outburst.

"Look," he said, moving over to the night table to leave the new tray there, and then giving a couple of steps to be in front of Neji. The bed separated them. "I know you've been through stuff. I know it's not easy. But I did not bring you here to hurt you, or to have someone to have fun with. I'm busy, I don't have the time to torture you and I'm not really interested in doing it. I think it's about time that you start believing that I'm trying to do something good for you here. Just that."

He didn't expect to get an answer, and he also decided it wasn't wise to try and remove Neji's weapon for the time being. The Eurasian was noticeably upset and Lee wasn't about to make things even worse by forcing him to turn the weapon in. Therefore he turned and figured it would be best to leave. But Neji's voice stopped him. It was much calmer now, but not less afraid.

"Who's the other guy?"

Lee stopped in his tracks and turned his head to look over his shoulder.

"What other guy?" He asked, frowning.

"The guy with the accent. The American with the cut uniform."

Lee stared at him, just stared at him with what may have seemed like an excessive amount of time. Neji's pale eyes returned his gaze, and they were so filled with the hunger and sickness and loneliness that a year as a prisoner had left him, that Lee was suddenly very, very mad.

He didn't know what Sai had done. He didn't know but he would find out. And if Sai thought he could just come and terrorize Neji, if he thought this was a fucking game…

"Don't worry about him, he won't be bothering you again." He managed to say, containing the tremble of anger in his voice, and turned to finally leave.

He locked the door behind him and put the key in his pocket. Had Sai taken his key from his bedroom? He had actually been an idiot for not thinking about that possibility. He walked with heavy steps towards the guest's room, fast paced, his fingers twisting anxiously with the tickling of fury running through them.

He opened the door to the guest's room violently. Sai was lying on his bed, reading a book, half naked. Lee walked over to him and smashed one hand next to Sai's head. His face hovered at just centimeters of Sai's.

"You listen to me, Sai," he said, a menacing tone in his dense voice. "I don't know who told you to stay here. I don't know who sent you and I don't know what you're trying to find. But I don't care. You're leaving tomorrow. If I see your face again, I'm going to shoot it."

He stood up, turned and walked to the door. He heard the sound of the bed moving, meaning Sai had sat up.

"I cannot go. I'm afraid that the person that sent me here has far more authority than you, so if you want to shoot me, then shoot me. But that'll just be worse for you and your little prisoner. If that's what he is."

Lee stopped by the door. He stood there for a while and never turned. Then he left.

The following morning, Lee was forced to get up from his place at the end of the dining table, where he was having a lonely breakfast, by the sound of knocking and the yelling of his name from the main door. He walked to the main entrance of the house and recognized Naruto's voice calling to him. The moment he opened the door, he had to move aside as the American Generals and a numerous group made of both his soldiers and American ones entered the house.

"Lee! Come here!" Naruto called over his shoulder as he walked in the direction of their meeting room. That was the same place where Lee had just been.

He walked past the group to reach the other two Generals, who looked anxious. Sasuke looked particularly disturbed, his brow frowned and his lips pressed in a distressed expression.

The group filled the room. Lee, Naruto and Sasuke stayed next to the end that was opposite to where Lee's breakfast lay abandoned, and the others accommodated along the rest of the table.

"They got us," were Naruto's first words. "They captured Itachi and completely overran our forces. We had to fall back and are now being besieged by the Eurasian Army. It seems they had a secret Military group formed by trained Russian, Chinese and Japanese soldiers. Some man called Deidara is leading them. They arrived to the Baltic frontier and pushed us back immediately." Explained Naruto with hurried words, with both hands over the table and staring at the map with discouragement in his eyes. Sasuke remained at his side, arms crossed and staring at nowhere in particular. Lee looked at the blond in disbelief and then lowered his gaze, trying to process the information that he had just received.

"This can't be. How did they hide something like that from us?"

"That's what I'd like to know." Sasuke finally spoke. He now stared at the map as well, as if he could watch his brother being kept a prisoner somewhere between those state names and imaginary frontiers. "Either our spies are worthless or they have people infiltrated among us." He looked at Lee. "What would you bet on?"

"Well…"

"Sai? What the heck are you doing here? We were wondering what had become of you," Naruto suddenly asked, interrupting Lee's answer, and the African General could only look over his shoulder to stare at the personal parasite that had been pestering him for days, and he couldn't help but feel a slight tremble running through his whole body.

Naruto didn't know. And if he didn't know, Sasuke didn't know either.

Then who, just who had sent Sai to watch him?

Sai smiled and walked in their direction. He placed one hand on Lee's shoulder and gave out his explanation.

"General Rock Lee asked me to stay. What is going on?"

To be continued...

Authoress' Notes: Now, given my history with this fanfic I really don't know if next chapter will come soon or if it will take its sweet time like the others. But I'm really feeling like giving this fanfiction a proper ending so it may not take that long.

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