The Sharingan's Voice

Chapter 8.1 Clash

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A/N: This chapter will be divided in three parts. We're also quickly catching up to where I'm working at. I'm in the early stages of writing Chapter 9 and had a break from writing because I was on Honeymoon (ending today). so yeah, here you go. I hope you enjoy:) 
And let me know what you think throughout, it will make my days!

This chapter is dedicated to Nackmu!

There was a beeping noise and hushed sounds, the smell of antiseptics and rustling of clothes. Sasuke groaned when he moved his arm a tiny bit. He felt rather sore, not that that was something he wasn't familiar with, it was merely unpleasant. But this could not be Sakura's house, her apartment didn't sound like this... So where was he?

When he finally opened his eyes, there was artificial light blinding him and after that passed, he could see Naruto and Sakura sitting close by his bedside, leaning forward to get a better look at his waking self. Thank goodness they were quiet, he already felt a bit of a headache forming. Just what the hell had happened?

"Tatakai?" Sakura's voice sounded worried, great...

"Hn" he turned to look at her, fully intending to sit up and get out of bed, he halted when he saw her face though. Dust coated, sweaty and even a graze or two marred her face.

"Thanks Kami you're okay... Just what did you think you were doing? Pushing yourself to collapse! Do you have..." He drowned her out as the memories started to resurface. Right...now it came back to him. The fight,... and then the pain, the all consuming pain. He'd collapsed?

He finally sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and just sitting there, holding his head. Yeah his head hurt, though it became bearable after a moment. His attention moved to lesser pains, he felt the needle in his hand that must have been providing him with liquid while he was unconscious.

"Sakura, stop pestering him." a monotone voice cut through the haze. Sasuke raised his head, searching for the source, and surely enough, Kakashi was leaning against the wall, orange book loosely in his hand and looking mildly bored.

"So you're back, mind telling us what all that was about?"

Sasuke glared and Naruto chose that time to speak up.

"You gave us a good scare, that's for sure. Oh come on, don't give me that look, we were worried, 'kay?" The glare only intensified. "Alright, alright, someone is grumpy. Can't be that bad then." Naruto offhandedly commented.

"Naruto! Show some respect!" That was Sakura again. Ignoring the argument, Sasuke stood up, leaning on the wall for support. That was when he noticed himself wearing a hospital gown.

"Where are my clothes?" The others looked up.

"In the bag over there, I'll bring you new ones."

"Now"

"You should stay here for observation, we still don't know what caused it."

"It's over."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I won't explain it here" nor anywhere else... The truth was, he had no idea how he should bring up the subject. He didn't want her to have this kind of knowledge. Especially not after she had just gone and messed with the seal. And he wasn't looking forward to share such knowledge with so many people around either. It was a well guarded secret among the slaves for a reason.

"Hmm, alright, I'll get you checked out, but I expect an explanation at home. Naruto, could you fetch him some clothes in the meanwhile?"

And so, after Sakura had removed the needle connecting Tatakai to the drip, Kakashi ended up watching over the slave alone, who rightnow had locked himself in the bathroom. Kakashi suspected he had been drinking from the tab, probably freshened up some too, if the noises were anything to go by. When the other finally reemerged though, he still looked as grumpy as ever.