Poison

Disclaimer: Naruto and gang aren't mine. More people would have More sex More often if they were... like in GIANT ninja orgies of kinds... No.. I haven't slept in the past 48 hours... why do you ask?

Note: Okay so yeah... I'm an idiot, any of you who follow this story and were a little confused about ch5 or are coming here because you think I've updated, no. I was in a rush today to upload the chapters for you guys and as a result skipped one, so you actually get 3 chapters... I'm so sorry, please don't kill me. Katon me if you wish... I kinda like fire, but yeah anyways, I'm sorry you guys missed a chapter. So go on back one chapter and check out the one this baka forgot to uplaod. And again, a million apologies.... *baka*


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He stared blankly at her for a moment and he wasn't sure what was going on. He had fallen asleep right? Okay, he got that. Now why the Hell was Sakura in his house. Oh yeah... he remembered now. She must have FINALLY gotten out of the shower. He had waited on her an hour atleast before he had fallen asleep. Okay, now why was she so close to him, and why was the flushed like that, and for another thing... why could he taste her? She was leaning nearly over him and he was now covered in a blanket. Her hair was still soaked and her skin still damp and she just stared wide eyed at him, looking very startled.

"What?" he asked, getting more annoyed by the second at that stupid look on her face. He sat up and as close as she was she backed up quickly and stumbled and fell back into a sitting position still slightly shocked. He grumbeled somthing under his breath then looked back down at her. He decided that what ever had happend he was best off to avoid the situation all together. He ruffeled the back of his spikey black hair and yawned. He could feel her eyes on him. He didn't care.

"You should probably sleep down here," he said, "It's warmer than upstairs. You can keep this blanket, there are more upstairs I can use. I'll probably be gone by the time you get up in the morning so you can stay until you have another place to go. I rarely lock the door so you can pretty much come and go as you please, just don't bother me." he thought for a moment, no that was it. He hoped she didn't take that as an open invitation to stay just because she felt like it, but he wouldn't very well kick her out on the street. His first night in his 'home' and already there are problems. But he wouldn't leave her alone, the way he had been growing up. He didn't wish for any one to go through. But at the same time he was angry that she had some one and he had been alone. It was childish. He knew. Actually he was very aware of what a horrible person he was but he couldn't change that. He would just continue hating himself, wondering all the while why exactly his 'friends' love him like they do. It didn't matter to him any more. If they loved a terrible person that was their buisiness, he wasn't alone anymore.


She watched as he turned and headed to his bedroom, he must not have felt the kiss. Her face colored just thinking about it.

"Sa-Sasuke-kun," she stammered in an attempt to stop him. He froze in place and turned his head to listen but didn't face her.

"hn?"

"I just... wanted to say thank you.. and... well, goodnight," she smiled up at him despite the fact he probably couldn't see her.

"Yeah... night." he replied coldly and she just kept smiling.

She cralwed up on the sofa where he had rested. It was still warm and she could still smell him on it, that spicy smell that had a hint of vanilla and sweat. It was unique to him and she loved the smell of it. She covered herself and drowned in his comforter hoping to sleep. She wished to forget the days events and just be happy with where she was at and with who. It made her feel like tomorrow was a new day, a new life, and she could start over with just her and her friends. She could stay with Hinata until she had an apartment of her own. Or maybe her, Sasuke, and Naruto could all get one big apartment together. She laughed out loud at the idea. They'd kill each other and she knew it. She laughed again picturing all the possibilities and all the fight the two boys would have. She knew Sasuke would never agree to it, but the thought was nice and it allowed her to find sleep shortly.


She was warm... but some one was calling out... she didn't want to get up, but the voice was familiar. It didn't call for her by name, but she felt that the voice needed her... it was.. was it? Yes, it was Sasuke. He was calling out. He was screaming.

Another shout shattered her thoughts, bringing her swiftly back from the dream world. Sasuke was screaming, from upstairs. She bolted, throwing the covers off of her as she ran, nearly tripping as she reached the stairs, but she kept going until she came to his door, and she didn't knock, she just busted in. She searched the room with her eyes but she didn't see him. She could hear him, breathing heavily, gasping almost. She ran in the room and found him on th other side of his bed. He was shirtless and he was on his knees, one hand on the floor beneath him grasping the sheets that had fallen with him desperately and the other hand covered his face as he struggled with his breath. He didn't seem to notice she had entered and she dropped to her knees beside him placing a hand on his bare back and grabbing the hand on his face with her other.

"Sasuke-kun..." she breathed trying to get his attention. Trying to pull the hand from his face, to let him know she was there. She wanted to know if he was alright, she wanted to know what had happened. But she couldn't ask. She pulled harder at the hand, she tried to pull him to her, but suddenly his hand flung out and hit her, hard. She tasted blood in her mouth as his knuckles busted her lips against her teeth and she fell back on the cold floor. She twisted with his strike and so she landed nearly on her face. She paused for a moment, stunned, then wiped the blood away, there was lots of blood, but she couldn't feel the pain, he must of hit her hard. Him. She thought of him and bolted upright again to face him. She forgot herself again and wondered if he was okay. He was sitting now, staring wide eyed at her and she felt the blood still running down her face. He opened his mouth as if to say something but he just kept opening and closing it. He never spoke a word, just stumbled over his own breath.

"What happened Sasuke-kun?" she asked. His mind just spun. He had just backhanded her half way across the room. He hadn't meant to, he had only meant to knock her hand away. But his anger got the best of him. The nightmare melted away. He still felt the terror it had induced on him, but he no longer remembered the dream itself. Just blood and death like always. Memory of a battle they may never remember entirely.

He felt bad, he hadn't meant to hit her. He had just wanted to be left alone... but she kept tugging at him. He reached towards her as if to apologize. He wanted to say the words but he couldn't. He wanted her to leave. Yet he didn't want to be alone. To his suprise instead of jerking back with fear she reached out to him to and grabbed his hand, lacing tiny figers through his. She didn't wait for an invitation, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Sasuke-kun what happened???" she gasped, almost as if she was afraid. He didn't want her pitty. He didn't want her to think of him as weak. He sat up a pulled away a bit but she wouldn't let go. "Don't..." he said, hoping she would understand. She backed off a bit.

"Sasuke-kun please, I know... I know that you don't want to be alone. So why do you always push me away. I offer you comfort and I ask for nothing in return. I don't expect you to love me. Just.. please..." she was begging. He hated it when she begged. He wanted to be left alone. To wallow in is lack of self worth alone. He knew that he was horrible and pathetic yet she put him on a pedastool. He didn't understand.

"Please don't..." he said. He felt vulnerable, like if she kept up her persistance he would give in. For every inch he had moved away she scooted two inches closer now. She just kept pulling at him. He wanted her to leave.... he didn't want to be alone. He did not want to be alone. He wanted to just cry but we all know he wouldn't do that.

"Just.. get back in bed.. and let me stay until you fall asleep.. And I'll know if your asleep, I'm a medic nin." she said, trying to sound more positive. He had just bashed her in the face! Why was she being so Goddamn optimistic? She puzzled him. Completely and totally. She was feeding his selfishness. She was allowing him to use her... But he didn't want to hurt her. But at the same time... she insisted. He nodded to her and crawled away from her and gathered the paritally bloody sheets. The blood! He turned back to her. "Your mouth.." he barely whispered reaching towards her face.

"It's fine she insisted. I'll clean it up in a minute." She smiled. Not the fake smile she showed the rest of the world. A real smile which looked completely goffy now with her blood stained teeth. She was happy. There was blood pouring down her face and it was because of him, but she knew... she knew he hadn't done it on purpose, and that showing any concern for it all was as much of an apology as she needed.

She headed in to the bathroom to examine her self and she stared in the huge mirror thet hung over his sink. Appearently her nose was busted too. She looked around until she found a rag and then washed her face. It had stopped bleeding for the most part, but still there was more of a numb feeling than there was one of pain. She brushed a few strands of hair behind her ears and wiped her face again one more time for good measure then entered his bedroom again. He was sitting on his bed with his legs covered and his head resting on his knees... 'Damn he's hot...' she thought smiling as she left the room. It had taken a good smack in the face, but he had agreed to let her help a little. Which was really all she asked anyways.

She headed down to the kitchen to find the fridge bare. Except for milk, eggs, and bread... Now why the hell was the bread in the fridge? She shook her head. She decided tomorrow if he was away as he said she'd go buy proper groceries. It was the least she could do for him letting her stay there. She pulled the milk out and sniffed at it just to make sure. It was fine. She searched for a but for a glass until she finally found them. He had tons of silverwear and dishwear, but then again, a family used to live there. She poured two glasses of milk and headed back upstairs after putting the milk away, sighing again at the bread.

"Here.." she said handing him the milk. She crawled up on the bed and sat beside him. He didn't appreciate this she knew, but at that moment he would not complain.

"Your face?" he asked taking the milk. She guessed it was his way of saying, 'You alright?' She just smiled and told him it was fine. He took maybe one sip of his milk before he placed it on he nighstand to his side of the bed then layed down with his back to her.

"Don't stay up here too long, " he said, "it's cold." she nodded though he couldn't see her, "Just until you fall asleep," she lied. She didn't intend on going to bed. She put her milk down and scooted next to him and began to fiddle with his suprisingly not too soft hair. She always expected he'd have the softest hair in the world but instead it was kinda coarse.She loved it any way and she picking at the spikes and playing with his bangs wich were significantly more soft. He sighed a very aggravated sigh and let it happen. Who was he to complain? He just fucked her face up. Some how though, it must have brought him comfort, for he soon found a unnightmare haunted sleep.