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Scared Stiff	By : Ljiljana Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1239 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
- 8
Warnings
for the chapter: Uh, random explosions get people burned. Also,
there is a mention of drug misuse; just because Sasuke calls them medications,
doesn�t make them good for him.

Part
7



Sakura

�You�re
not,� The old women in bed asked, lowering her voice. �One of them, are
you?�

Sakura
disliked her. Not only because she was obviously afraid
of mutants. (The woman looked around at everyone with
suspicion in her small, accusing eyes) Sakura was used to that. But this woman was also disgustingly fat. Combined
with her high pitched, annoying voice, she was like something out of a
cartoon.

And you don�t just ask things like that.

What
was Sakura supposed to tell her?

Yes
ma�am, I actually am one of them, but please don�t tell
anyone, because I�m lying to my boss and my colleagues about it.. If you do, I�ll have to kill
you.

Imagining
what kind of face the woman would make if she said
that, Sakura resisted the urge to act coldly, and gathered enough patience to
smile politely.

�No,
I�m not.�

The
woman nodded very seriously, and allowed Sakura to measure her blood pressure.
Sakura fought the urge to roll her eyes.

�I
didn't want to come to this hospital, but my ungrateful daughter said
that it�s cheaper.  We don�t have to pay
extra. But they accept them here, and
treat them in the same rooms they treat us. It�s
shameful. I signed a petition for��

Sakura
tuned her out. She had heard that speech hundreds of times before.
Same words, same expressions with all the same meanings behind them.
They hated, but Sakura always heard fear in their voices. They
scorned, but she only felt grateful she didn't have to
listen to them, not really.

She
looked at her notes.  She just had to give the woman - Mrs. Shijimi -
an injection, pills were apparently too slow for her; she needed her
treatment right away. Then, Sakura would be done
with her.

A
little brunette nurse prepared the needle. Sakura regarded the girl
carefully; she noticed how the girl�s hands were shaking a little,
and how she held her breath while working. It would be obvious she was a
newbie, even if Sakura hadn't been asked to show her
around the hospital today, on her first day at work.  The nervousness
would fade away soon enough, and the girl seemed otherwise competent.

What ever her name was.

Sakura
took it upon herself to give the shot, giving some more time for the new nurse
to adjust and relax. She disinfected the area on Mrs. Shijimi�s hip, and
carefully injected the needle into her flesh. This medicine hurt when not
given properly. Sakura might have disliked the patient, but she was a
professional. Making this woman suffer would not help with her prejudice,
her over-sweating, or her annoying voice..

The
procedure was only half done when an explosion echoed through hallways of the
hospital.  The aftershock jerked Sakura unexpectedly. She
barely managed to stay on her feet, but one look at the syringe showed
that the needle had broken, the second part most likely lodged under Mrs.
Shijimi�s skin.

They
were screaming, the young nurse and Mrs. Shijimi both. Sakura held a
hand to her forehead, trying not to think about how the best cure for
hysteria was slapping. So somebody threw a bomb
in front of the hospital; it wasn't like it was the first time that had
happened!

Oh,
well, for those two it probably was the first time. Sakura tried
to calm them down using her voice and not her hands.

�Stop
screaming, it�s over!�

Mrs.
Shijimi quieted down first.

�What
was that? A bomb?�

�Yes.
Probably the protesters getting out of hand again.�

�Those
nice people across the street?!�

Those
nice people across the street had been doing a protest march out
there for months now, demanding that the hospital stop receiving and
treating mutants. There should be a special hospital for them, they
claimed � but they weren�t able to say where the money
for it could be found.

�Yes.
Them.� Sakura said. �The needle broke, Mrs. Shijimi. Please stay still for a
moment.�

When
she tried to reach for the needle, Mrs. Shijimi flinched horribly. Sakura
raised her head, praying for patience, but all she was able to see through the
thick ceiling was the little kitchenette on the upper floor that the
nurses used as a break room. When no deity came floating down to help
her, not even to just hold this woman still so she could finish with her,
Sakura decided to try a bit more direct approach. She grabbed the woman
and held her as tight as she could with only one arm.

The
needle hadn�t slipped too far under the skin, so it
took Sakura only a moment to slide it free. It was very fortunate she
finished before the second explosion snatched the floor from under her feet.
This one, judging by the strength of the detonation, had happened inside
of the building. The glass on the cabinet in the far corner broke, but
the window remained intact.

And the two stupid cows had started screaming again.
When did that ever help?

Sakura
bounced back, hoping that the sharp pain in her leg was just a temporary
inconvenience. She yelled,
�Calm
down! Move away from the windows � no, Mrs. Shijimi, not there - over here,
behind the bed. I�ll be back; I�m going to see what�s going on..�

She
stopped for just a second to make sure they were doing what she had told
them to, then opened the door to the hallway.
As expected, people were running about in panic all around the place,
crashing into each other, knocking things around and then, more or less
successfully, jumping over them.

After
a short observation, Sakura determined most of them were running away
from the entrance/exit, so she turned, and keeping to the wall � out of the way
- hurried in the direction they were coming from.

Everything
was suspiciously quiet on the ground floor, like when you�re
waiting for the thunder after a flash. Sakura hushed her steps as much as she
could.

The
waiting room was almost empty. Some people, hospital personnel and
patients, seemed stuck behind the reception desk. They were scared,
and looking at the exit.

Someone
was there, a lone figure in the huge waiting room, bent over the vending
machine and murmuring something softly to themself.
Sakura used that person's distraction and ran quickly across the floor
that was covered in glass, parts of concrete, and
broken medical equipment to the receiving desk.

�What
the hell is going on here?� She whispered, for a hush had fallen over them, and
it was still desperately tense.

Everyone
were crouching or kneeling and looking at her as if she had the Army of Salvation
with her, or at least Moses: a receptionist, a nurse, a couple of people
without any uniforms � patients.

Looking
around she saw that there was also a doctor in the corner.

Sakura
moved closer to him.

He
was hurt, burned; his entire left side was red and black, smelling like grilled
meat. He was swelled and blisters were all over his skin; second
degree wounds were very painful, but this man wasn�t moaning, so
Sakura almost wrote him off as dead. It took her a moment to realize that he
was only unconscious. His clothing was,
fortunately, no longer smoldering.

Searching
for bandages or some other clean cloth and clean water, the first thing she saw
was green peas on the floor next to the man. Someone had puked up their last meal. She couldn�t
help but feel quite lucky, once again, she had the stomach for this job.

There
was nothing helpful anywhere. Everything she saw was tainted and dusty.
This man would be better off without first aid, than bandaged with that.

When
the silence became intolerable, Sakura realized no one had answered her yet.

�Well?�
She said, whispering a little louder this time.

�He��
The receptionist said, shaking and trying to see over the too tall desk to
see if who ever was out there was paying attention. �He makes things
explode.�

Makes things explode?

�A mutant?� Sakura asked further. When the boy nodded,
she carried on: �Did you call the police?�

�Yes,
right after the first...�

He
was cut off in the middle of the sentence
when the loud bang of someone kicking some metal around sounded
through the ruined building.

�This
thing stole my money!� The voice was vaguely familiar. Sakura glanced
over the desk too and felt a tightening at the base of her spine.
The person was still turned away from them, but
his hair and cloths were familiar enough for Sakura to recognize him.

Oh,
crap. Deidara.

Sakura
knew him; he was a junky � or maybe junky, she wasn�t
really sure - that often crashed at Naruto�s. There felt the urge to
panic � he knows me, he might tell� But she
remembered just in time there was nothing to worry about. Once again, she
was grateful to Kakashi for making her do this alter ego thing.

At
her work, in the hospital, she was known as Ino
Haruno. It was really an accident, if she had had time she would have picked
something else, some other face. But Kakashi caught
her right before she was supposed to take the turn onto the street the hospital
was in, on her way to her job interview. He told her it would be a good
idea not to look like herself at work, so that no one
could fire her if they saw her at Naruto�s at some point. The time was short,
so she took the first form that crossed her mind.

And now she looked like Ino Yamanaka. She also introduced
herself as Ino, adding her own last name to it.

Kakashi
somehow � she asked how, he smiled instead of answering � had provided the
appropriate documents. That had been almost five years ago.

As for Deidara� She had no idea why he was doing this, but
at least she knew how. The sweat from his palms was explosive, if it
made contact with fire. Very, very explosive.

�I
want to see a can bam.� Deidara said. His tone was odd, like he was a
small, pouting child. Sakura glanced over the desk once again. He looked
like a pouting child, staring one moment at the machine and the next at where
he apparently knew they were hidden.

Swallowing,
as if that would make her braver, Sakura stood up.

Deidara
narrowed his eyes at her right away.

�Come
here and make this work.�

She
went.

The
machine was really stuck. Not that Sakura wanted him to see how it looked when a can exploded or anything, but even if she had
wanted that, there was nothing she could do about it. The machine
was beyond her ability to fix. She looked at him helplessly.

�I�ll
just blow up the machine, then.� He said in tone that suggested that he felt
like going straight home from school today. He wiped his palms
on the side of the machine.

Sakura
turned on her heel and ran back towards where she had come from, yelling
for everyone to keep down. She only managed get half way back
when everything around her went to hell. The detonation made her fall
down, and she threw her arms over her head. Even through the ringing in
her ears, she could detect large pieces of metal falling all around; her
arms would not protect her life if some of that ended up landing on her
head.

After
a few moments, everything quieted down.

When
Sakura dared to raise her head, a hand closed around her elbow and yanked
her up.


                                                                          Sasuke

Sakura
glanced up at him, but moved without pause, when he yanked her up gently.
She gasped. She was probably hurt, but not too much.

Her
hair, transformed blond to fit her role in the
hospital, was very dirty and full of all kinds of junk. Sasuke looked around
once more, now that the dust had subdued and he could actually see.
The huge desk where patients were received still
seemed like the best option for a temporary hiding place; they could kneel on
the other side of it. It had managed to survive this long, while everything
else in the room had been destroyed - or almost
destroyed.  It would probably hold on for a little longer.

When
Sakura was safe behind the desk � along with some other people �, Sasuke dared
to look more carefully at the person that had caused all this.

The
terrorist was a light haired male, around thirty, tall and currently blowing
into his own hands, as if he were cold. He was not paying attention and�

�not
holding any weapons.

Sasuke
looked around the room once more, afraid he had missed
someone.  Maybe this man wasn't the
terrorist at all. However, except for the people practically lined under
the desk, Shikamaru just outside the entrance door, the blonde guy in the middle of the room, and himself there was no
one else here.

Sasuke
crouched next to Sakura.

�What are
his demands?�

Sakura
frowned at him.

�I�
I just got here, I have no idea.�

Sasuke
looked at the others.

�Did
he say anything? Why is he doing this?�

Finally,
a guy � a boy, really � in a uniform said.
�I think he just felt like it.�

Sasuke
felt his jaw tightening.

Prejudice. They all thought mutants had nothing
better to do with their lives than go around using their
talents to destroy things.

There
must have been something in his face that gave him away � fucking medications, they made him unreliable � because the boy
started explaining himself, looking ashamed.

�It�s
not prejudice; I have nothing against mutants. He really looks like he simply
wants to watch things explode.�

Sasuke
nodded. It didn�t even matter.

�How
is he doing it?�

It was Sakura who answered:

�It
seems like sweat from his palms is explosive, when it comes into contact with
fire.� Then she frowned, and added, looking uncertain. �At least that's what I
gathered when I was close to him earlier.�

But she nodded at him.

So
she knew this guy from before, and had only added that
last part before anyone could ask for an explanation. That would explain
him blowing into palms, at least. It was a peculiar thing to do in the
middle of all this mess.

Sasuke
got to his feet.

�Hey, you!�

The
man looked at him from across the waiting room, still blowing into his palms.

�Hi.�
He said, uncovering his face to flash a quick grin at him.

Sasuke
was confused. Did somebody mess with his medications? Because he was pretty sure this was not usual behavior for terrorists.

�Why
are you doing this?�

The
man didn't even paused to think about it.

�It�s
beautiful.�

�You�re
destroying the hospital.� Sasuke told him. His voice sounded, even to himself,
as if he were an impatient teacher trying to explain something to a
particularly dumb student, but there was nothing he could do
about it. He felt like it. �The only hospital in the
city that treats mutants, at that. Where will you go when you need
treatment, if you destroy this place now?�

In
jail, most likely, Sasuke privately thought to himself. If the
hospital management got angry � and they would, with all the
petitions and protests -- this would probably be the last
straw.  They would stop treating all mutants. And that would be� a lot more work. For
Kakashi and for Naruto.

The
blonde didn�t look traumatized when he
thought about the possible consequences. He flashed another insane grin,
and said,
�I
won�t need any treatments. I�m going to be beautiful,
too.�

It
took exactly two heartbeats for Sasuke to understand that he meant he�d blow himself up too.

He
blamed it, as he had everything lately, on his medications and the freak that
made them.

When
he finally opened his mouth to answer, somebody beat him to it.

�You�re
going to be what?�

Sasuke
and the blonde both looked to the door, from where the
voice had come. When there was no immediate response from the terrorist, the
voice called out again.

�Deidara?�

Finally, a name to go with the face. Sasuke had been
getting a bit bored referring to the guy in his
head as �terrorist�, �blonde� and �this guy�.

�Naruto!�

It�s not really surprising some random mutant knew Naruto.
Naruto�s job was for random mutants to know him.

It
annoyed Sasuke anyway.

�I�m
going to be beautiful!� Deidara said happily.

�I
know a good beauty parlor.� Sakura said from the floor, sounding tired,
irritated, and a little amused at the same time. �Maybe he could try that
first.�

That
was probably missing the point on purpose, but Sasuke agreed. Discussing tastes
was pointless, but really, if it meant that he would not have to collect little
peaces of this guy from all over the room, Sasuke was
willing to try most anything.

Naruto
beat him to it.

Not
that Sasuke had tried really hard. That was a lot of paper
work, and Shikamaru�s laziness was a horrible infection that had
been eating up his flesh slowly for years.

�More
than you are now? How is that possible?� Naruto said.

Sasuke
would have been very jealous if Naruto hadn�t
used the couple of moments of Deidara�s confused silence to edge closer to
him.

Deidara
noticed. He quickly wiped his palms on his shirt and got a lighter
from his pocket. Naruto raised his hands in front of him � not in defense,
in surrender � but he didn�t step back.

�Maybe
you can take a picture.� Deidara said, wistfully. �To have
something to remember me by.�

�Or,�
Naruto said. �You can put that down and we can get out of here before the
police arrive.�

It
was a blatant lie.

Naruto
blinked horribly in the middle of the sentence.  Even a blind
man could�ve seen he was lying. Deidara didn�t seemed to care, one way or the other. He just wiped
his palms on his shirt again.

He
was obviously collecting explosive sweat on his shirt, making sure that
the explosion would be big enough to kill him off..
It gave them time. Naruto was pretty close now, but he
would need a distraction if he was going to try and contain Deidara.

Sasuke
wished he could use some of the talents he'd copied.
He couldn�t, and he had two good reasons for it.
Besides, he trusted Naruto to use any opening he could provide.

So he picked up a piece of concrete and swung it at
Deidara when the man had finished wiping his palms and raised the
lighter in threat. It worked, and Sasuke was very happy that at least his aim
was still good. He didn�t have to strain himself to
hit what he wanted. The lighter slid away from Deidara on the filthy floor.

Naruto
did indeed use the distraction and was on Deidara in the next moment, pining him on the ground. Sasuke ran over right away, puling
his hand cuffs out.

While
he was locking them on Deidara�s wrists, Naruto disappeared. Sakura was right
next to Sasuke, murmuring to herself.
�Moron.
He ruined everything.�

And he probably had. If they didn�t
find something to claim that Deidara was completely insane, or at least
very sick, he had messed up everything.

�Sasuke.� Naruto said, right from behind him. �Move.�

Sasuke
moved, and Sakura did, too. Naruto poured a big bucket of water onto the cuffed
man lying down on the dirty floor.

Deidara
spoke for the first time since he had been captured, but he didn�t
sound mad.
�That�s
overdoing it, Naruto.�

�The
explosions don't work when everything�s wet like this.� Naruto explained,
looking right at Sasuke for the first time. �Are you two okay?�

�I
will be. As soon as I get a new hip. This one hurts.�
Sakura said. But when both of them frowned in worry,
she shook her head. �I�m overdoing it, too. I�ll find someone to examine me,
don�t worry.�

Naruto
didn�t look convinced, but he still turned back to
Deidara.

�What
the hell did you think you were doing? What�s wrong with you?�

Deidara
sighed, as if he had explained this ten thousand times already.

�I
never get to see them. And they're so beautiful.�

�Them?�
Naruto asked, surprised. �Explosions? You never told
me that.�

It
probably made sense, in some weird way. It was his ability,
something that only he could do. And he
couldn�t use it. Still, couldn�t he go somewhere out
of the city? Where there weren't any people?

The
government was really stupid. They could use this, and
not in the �put him in the lab immediately� sort of way.

�I
don�t know, I was just thinking it would be nice to make a can explode.�

�You
tried to kill yourself!� Naruto yelled, unable to contain his frustration
anymore.

�That
would be much less trouble for you; you wouldn�t have to take care of me.�

Naruto sighed and spoke again, his
voice was much softer. It hadn't lost it's impatient
tone, though.

�I
don�t mind. I told you a thousand times already, you are not a bother.�

�Still. I should be able to take care of myself.�

As
enlightening as the conversation was, they were getting away from the subject,
so Sasuke interfered.
�So,
why here? If all you wanted was to see a can explode, or kill yourself, why do
it here?�

�I
don�t know. Just because.�

�Our
reinforcement has arrived.� Shikamaru said from behind. Sasuke hadn't even heard him come in. �Make them drive
him to the station.�

At the
entrance door, two guys in uniform had just walked
in.   Sasuke glanced at Naruto, who was saying something to
Deidara on the floor.

�I
have to get back home, anyway. My godfather is still there.� Well, Kakashi
probably wouldn't be back in quite some time, but
Sasuke had used that excuse many times now. Claiming you had family business
made a day off here and there actually possible. Sasuke always avoided
saying Kakashi�s name, though - just in case. �You�re going in, then?�

�Yes.�
Shikamaru said. �You can�t escape, you know. They'll make us in charge of this
case.�

And
I wouldn�t want it any other way, Sasuke thought and nodded.

�I
know. I�ll come in later, too. I want a proper talk
with this guy.�

Now
Shikamaru glanced on the floor.

�We
should take Naruto with us. He knows this guy.�

Sasuke
needed to think fast. They couldn�t take Naruto with
them. He needed Naruto to go with him to the place Kakashi had
been talking about. Fortunately, Naruto was
listening.

�I
can�t right now..� Naruto told Shikamaru, and then
turned to Sasuke. �Are you in a great hurry? Can you give me a ride?�

�How
did you get here?� Shikamaru said, frowning. Couldn�t
he, just once, not notice something? They always had to make up stories
for him.

�Hitch-hiked.� It was a familiar fact that Naruto didn�t have a car.  He hated them. �Got an anonymous phone call.�

He
probably had gotten an anonymous phone call. From
Kakashi.

�Fine.� Sasuke told him. �But you better not be far off my
route.�

Naruto
flashed a smile for Shikamaru.

�I�ll
try to come as soon as I can.�

When
they were in front of Sasuke�s jeep, Naruto asked, �Is Kakashi really
waiting for you or�?�

�No.
We just have to see that murder scene as soon as possible, before somebody
reports it. What happened?�

Naruto
rubbed his eyes. He looked tired, but that was not any of Sasuke�s business; he
would not ask about whether Naruto had gotten any sleep
last night, or why not.

�A
kid showed up, fifteen, maybe sixteen years old at my place. Konohamaru. He said he had killed his best friend, but
he doesn't remember anything.�

Naruto
explained how the kid was � God, how weird � a girl from time to time, and that
memory loss was not unusual. It complicated things,
though. Konohamaru had no idea what had happened; it might
have been an accident, so all this fuss might be over nothing.

The
address Naruto gave him was just a couple of streets from his own home; they
would just have to go over and see.

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