Chapter 10
There was nothing even remotely appealing about sharing a bed, Tenten found later that night. Nothing changed simply because they were forced to lie down and share a limited space while they were at their most vulnerable. She was still angry at Sasuke – for his words and his actions; for being so confusing and contradictory… For having taken her away from everything she loved. She didn't want to lie down next to him, but she'd had no choice. Anger had quickly been replaced with that helpless, irritated frustration that only occurred deep in the night when being unable to sleep.
He tossed. He turned. He muttered under
Chapter 9
"We need to talk."
Neji turned his head a mere fraction of an inch, tilting just slightly in the Inuzuka's direction, so that Kiba would know his message had been received. The top of Hokage tower was hardly crowded at this time of the night, necessitating surreptious movement and low whispers; the graveyard shift required only a minimum of guards. Since Danzo's demise ROOT had changed drastically; these days they aimed for the maximum amount of damage and exposure when they attacked. A midnight raid would result only in confusion – days lost before they could claim the credit – so tonight Kiba and Neji were joined onl
Chapter 8
It was warm; not the kind of burning fire he'd associated with his fever, but the all-encompassing kind of warmth he now knew only in his earliest memories. As a small boy Sasuke had been terrified of the storms that occasionally swept through Konoha. Violent crescendos of crashing thunder and flashing lightning; the wind howling like a pack of baying wolves… yes, he'd hated those storms. Until he'd been three years old – and his father had put a stop to the 'coddling' – he'd only have to yell and his mother would almost instantly be by his side. She would wrap the blankets tightly around him, whisper soothing nonsense into his e