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Notes: Woo hoo! Chapter 2. Hope you all enjoy. Sorry for any mistake you may find. Feedback would be highly appreciated. Again, I would like to thank Yami Mizuna, DeathChibiNeko16 and Dr. Captain Pepper for all their help and advice. Without them this story would be nothing.

 

Song Title Inspiration: Saving Me - Nickelback

The song itself may not be a great fit but The title spoke to me.

 

Disclaimer: I do not and never will own Naruto. I do own Kyo Izumi and all of the Ocs. Yami Mizuna belongs to Yami Mizuna and Hikaru Sabeji belongs to DeathChibiNeko16

 

"Talking"

thinking

inner voice/ demon voice

 

Chapter Summary: Getting help...

 

 

 

The Falling Game...

 

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Chapter two… Saving Me…

 

 

 

Someone is pounding on her door.

 

Sakura tries to ignore it, but it is loud and insistent. She groans. They are going to wake her neighbors at this rate. And she is so not in the mood to deal with them and their complaints. Sighing in irritation, Sakura throws her warm thick blankets back and sits up. She shivers as the cool air raises goose pimples on her barely clothed body.  Her green eyes land on the glowing red lights of her digital clock.

“12:30 am”

 

This better be important.

Grumbling in annoyance as she stumbles through the darkness, she reaches her front door ready to tear whoever is on the other side a new one. Unlocking it, she yanks it open, very mean and slightly profane words ready to fly off her tongue.

“Sa-Sasuke-kun!” Sakura squeaks. All her anger evaporating at the sight of the youngest Uchiha. Her cheeks heat up.

Oh no! What is he doing here? I am not decent at all!!

She stops her internal screaming once she notices something is off about him.

As usual his expression is passive and nonchalant, even drenched in water. But Sakura can see the worry and is that panic? in his dark eyes.  Looking him over closely this time, she can see that his normally relaxed stance is stiff as well. Dread suddenly fills the young healer.  

“It’s Kyo.” His voice is thick with heavy emotions.

That’s all he needs to say to get Sakura moving. Fully awake, she rushes back into her small one bedroom apartment. Entering her room, she quickly throws on a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

 

In the 5.6 seconds it takes for her to get appropriate and garb all her medical supplies, a million thoughts run through the pinkettes mind.

 

What happened?

That really is the only question she can ask.

 

Things had been really quiet lately. There had been peace. There were no tref battles or old grudges that needed to be settled or rampaging  half demons running around.   

Things had been normal. Or as normal as it can be when your life is supernatural.

 

Out of all of them, why did it have to be Kyo. The most vulnerable. The most fragile.

Why was no one there to protect her?

Had they gotten to comfortable?    

Thought that all their worries were gone?   

The others could defend themselves. Not saying that Kyo couldn’t. But… there is only some much a human can do against a creature of the night. And she is no hunter. And she is so… so breakable. Sakura was blessed with the strength that came naturally to the female healers in her family.  Kyo doesn’t have any of that.

 

Only once has she been gravely injured and that was because he threw herself into the middle. Because she wanted to protect her friends.

 

After that, they all made sure she would be kept out of harms way.

 

And now in their carelessness that have failed.

 

Medical messenger bag slung across her body, Sakura rushes back to Sasuke. After slipping into the flats she had by the door, she gives him a firm nod, telling him that she is ready. Without a word she grabs her and slings her on his damp back. Sakura doesn’t mind at all. She just wants to get to Kyo as soon as possible.

“Hang on.” He warns. Eyes hardening, she tightens her arms around his neck. Feeling that she is secure, Sasuke takes off into the stormy night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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