Hello all you people who found this only because it happened to be within the first page of new stories on under the Naruto section. And hello to all the people who are reading this because I'm under their favorite authors, which is probably only Vertigo Showgirl. Either way, hi! This is Littlekittyshaomao and this is my first fanfiction that is up on the site, the countless others that I have written being tucked away in my computer somewhere, never to emerge because most of them have been subjected to my harsh criticism. But anyway, that's many long stories that you don't need or want to hear.

Now, for the big question that has been haunting us all: What is this? This is what happens when Splat gets bored during Annie Jr. rehearsal and needs something to write. And this has been sitting in my notebook for about three months now, and is finally making its way tentatively to my computer. And here it is!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! Only the concept for this fanfiction is mine. The rest of it (including Neji sob) belongs to Japanese people with names that I cannot spell.

Parts one and two are dedicated to no one, part three is dedicated to Neji, my love (sorry for the pun in the chapter title there, with the whole flowers thing, it was too tempting), part four is to no one, and part five is to Emma, aka Vertigo Showgirl.

'Text' is Sue fanfiction

The Poison of the Perfect Flower, Section One

Prologue Type Thing; The Sprout of Poison

Once, Naruto fanfiction was decent. Plots existed, and the Sues were few and far between. Relationships made sense.

But one day, a monster was created. It was the population of Suethors. Gasphorrorshock!

Suddenly Sue fictions started appearing at a rapid rate. Their level of impeccable beauty, strength and all together perfect ness, increased devastatingly.

This affected the canon characters as well. As time went by, the more often they had Sue fictions written about them, the more lasting the effects, and the more horrifying. And it was on one such occasions that out story begins.

Part One; Finding a Bluebell

Sakura stood in the middle of a field, thinking absently. She thought of her days in the academy, and how different it was really being a ninja. After all, she couldn't keep her hair, her long hair that she had fatefully grown and washed for Sasuke.

Sasuke-kun she thought. I wonder where Sasuke-kun is now. She began to wander toward the edge of the field.

She heard faintly a noise from the bushes on the opposite side of the field. She heard it again, and could distinguish that it was a groan of pain. She turned to face the area where it had come from. From the bushes reached something that looked like a hand. There was a dark liquid running over it. Sakura knew it was blood.

She started to run in the direction of the hand. Who could it be? she wondered. And are they from Konoha?

Reaching the brush, she peered through the gaps in the leaves to see... "Sasuke-kun!" she breathed. True enough, it was him, although he was almost beyond recognition. Blood trickled from odd gashes on his face and arms that were coated in pus from infection. Around them it was swollen in the shapes of hands and lips, human hands and lips.

"S-Sakura," he stammered. When he spoke more blood dribble down into his mouth. "Sakura, help me." Her first instinct was to go over to him, to yell for help, to cradle him in her arms and tell him she was there for him. She almost did.

But then she remembered the genjutsu that Kakashi-sensei had used on her. Someone in the village was an enemy who had conjured up this image of Sasuke to make her faint. It didn't make much sense, but Sakura was sure that was what had happened.

Then Sasuke spoke again. "P-Please Sakura." She stopped walking away and turned to face him again. "Please, it was one of th-theirs." She gasped. That was code. Code for a Sue fanfiction. Only the real Sasuke would know about that, she was sure.

"Sasuke-kun!" She rushed back over to him and lifted him into her lap. It was hard to look at his face for it was red and swollen, his pale skin raised up awkwardly. "Sasuke-kun, I'm so sorry! I'll go to get help, alright? So you just stay here and wait for me to get back." She knew she was rambling. There was no way that he could get up in his condition.

"No, don't go," he whispered feebly. "Please, don't let them take me back. I don't want to go with them."

"I know Sasuke-kun," she said soothingly, stroking his hair. "But I have to go get someone. You can't just stay here." He nodded slightly, then his eyes closed and his head fell back.

Panicking, she tried to remember the first aid class back in the academy. Check for a pulse on the neck or wrist, it echoed in her head. Carefully, she touched two fingers to his wrist where it was clear of blood. His heart was beating slowly. She set him down gently and got up.

"Forgive me Sasuke-kun," she said softly to no one. Then she took off in the direction of town, leaving her teammate lying in the grass.

Part Two; Fetching a Jonquil

Sakura ran through the streets of the village. They were nearly empty, as the sun was almost finished setting, casting a orange-red glow over the village. On a normal night, Sakura would have thought it wonderfully romantic and sweet.

But she couldn't think that now. Not with her teammate in danger. Especially not Sasuke.

Running to the stairs to the Hokages office, she saw Naruto waiting in front of the door already. He was banging on it, yelling in an obnoxiously loud voice, "Hey, Tsunade no Baa-chan! Let me in! Let me in!"

When Sakura began climbing the stairs, Shizune had opened it and began to tell him off. "Naruto-kun, you can't just come up here asking to see Tsunade-sama whenever you want. She is very busy tonight and..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But Tsunade no Baa-chan's a medical ninja, right?"

Shizune looked surprised. "Yes, medical work is Tsunade-sama's specialty. Why?"

Sakura stopped on the stairs. Why on earth is Naruto asking for a medical ninja? She walked up the stairs more to hear what was being said.

"You see, Shizune-nee-chan, there's this weird stuff that started happening to all the guys. We're all getting red things." He pulled up his sleeve. On his arm was one of the same sores that were all over Sasuke's body. This one was also shaped like a hand.

"See, see, Shizune-nee-chan! They all look like hands, only some of them like Kiba's look like lips too. And, and yesterday one of Sasuke's started bleeding and it got all orange." His eyes were wide with a strange emotion. Fear. Although it was not for himself, it was still odd for Sakura to see it on his face. "What should we do, Shizune-nee-chan?"

He moved in closer to her, forcing her to back up into the door way. She walked right into Tsunade. "Shizune!" she said in her loud, intimidating voice. "What's going on here?"

Before Shizune could report, Naruto interrupted. "Tsunade no Baa-chan! The guys need your medical ninjutsu stuff!"

Then Sakura felt she needed to say something, for Sasuke's benefit. "Tsunade-sama! Sasuke-kun it out in the field on the edge of town and he's hurt! We have to get to him soon or he'll die!"

Both of their outbursts cause Tsunade to groan in frustration. "Can both of you shut up!"

Sakura shrank back sensibly, but Naruto protested. "But Tsunade no Baa-chan...!"

The Hokage cut him off with her voice, seeming to tower over him as she yelled, "I SAID SHUT UP!!!!"

Naruto backed into the corner quickly, crouching near the edge of the rail and muttering something that sounded like, "Scary, scary, scary, scary, scary!"

Tsunade inhaled deeply to calm herself, and then turned to Sakura. "Now, what did you say about Sasuke?" she asked.

"Please Tsunade-sama! Sasuke-kun's injured out on the field! You have to help him!" She could feel tears rising to her eyes even though she was trying her best not to cry. "We have to get to him soon or he'll die!"

The Fifth Hokage sighed and muttered something like, "Just when I thought I was done for the day," but she quickly became more serious. "Shizune! I want you to go with Naruto and Sakura to Sasuke and treat his wounds as best you can until I can get there with a medical squad to take him to the hospital. Once we get him there, we can find out more about what's happening to our male ninja."

Shizune nodded obediently. Then she gestured for Sakura to take the lead.

Part Three; Seeing an Iris

Neji-nii-san sure has been acting strange recently, Hinata thought. She looked back at her cousin would had just passed her in the hall.

The bandages that he had worn for as long as she could remember were no longer exclusively wrapped around the right side of his body; there were some wrapped around his left arm and one around his jaw and neck too. But there's something else too, she said inside her head. Something else... Then she saw it.

Neji had staggered and stopped for a brief moment. It was only momentary, so much that at first she doubted that it had actually happened. But it flashed through her mind again and again until she was nothing short of positive. Yes, there is definitely something wrong with Neji-nii-san. I should tell father, and he can do something about it. Hinata told herself.

But, maybe I can see for myself, just to make sure, first. She concentrated and muttered, "Byakugan!" the world rippling into clearer view.

When she saw Neji's body, she almost gasped aloud. Underneath his clothes and the bandages were large spots that were swollen and looked like human hands and lips. She looked closer and found that some of them were actually open wounds.

Her eyes slowly made their way up his body. When they reached near his head, she could see a sheet of paper floating above him. It appeared that someone was writing on it, very slowly. She looked harder until it was at the point where she could read what the person was writing. She looked at the words.

'Neji pressed himself close to her, her hands on his chest...'

Hinata stopped reading and let her Byakugan fade as the real Neji cried out in pain, crumpling to the floor like a limp rag. She ran over to where he lied on his back and knelt beside him.

"Neji-nii-san, are you all right?" she asked. She placed her hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him.

His face was tense, stiff in pain. "Hinata-sama," he gasped. He didn't look at her; instead he stared at the ceiling. "The author started writing," he said quickly. Then he closed his eyes and moved his head sharply to face her.

"You mean the paper that was above your head?"

"Yes." He turned his head back to face the ceiling and bit down, hard. Hinata saw something soaking through his sweater.

Searching franticly through her pockets for something to help him, she found only the rest of the ointment she had given to Naruto during the preliminary matches during the Chûnin Exam. She took it out, opened it and placed it carefully on the floor next to her.

She undid the straps that held Neji's sweater together to expose his chest. Then she dipped two fingers in the ointment, rubbing it over the sores. His head snapped back and forth involuntarily as she did so.

When she finished, she closed his shirt back up and sat by him, comforting him as best she could.

Part Four; Chamomile Treatment

Sakura ran as fast as she could make herself, retracing her steps to the exact spot she had come from at the same time. We have to get to Sasuke-kun as fast as we can, she told herself when her stamina wavered in order to keep one foot in front of the other.

"Sakura-chan," Naruto said suddenly. "Sakura-chan, what exactly is wrong with Sasuke?"

"I-I don't really know," she said quietly, almost a whisper. "All I know is that he's covered in sores, and he's bleeding a lot. Besides that, I'm really not sure. He said it had something to do with, well, with them."

Behind her, she heard him whisper, "Shizune-nee-chan, what are sores? And who are they?"

Sakura was the first one to reach the brush area where she had found Sasuke. Even before she saw his bloody form, she had located him from his loud tortured screams. He had regained consciousness.

Although she knew what Sasuke's original condition was, she still gasped in horror when she saw him. Naruto stood frozen in front of him. "What the hell happened?" he whispered. Sakura could only shake her head in disbelief.

Sasuke lied on the ground in front of them, getting his breath back from screaming. He was gasping in pain. His blue shirt looked black from the blood it was soaked in, clinging to his skin. His face was coated in blood, cracked pieces making his skin look like a broken vase.

Shizune was the first one to speak, not being quite as shocked as the younger ninja. "Sakura, I need you to remove Sasuke-kun's shirt so I can see how bad it is underneath, alright?" Sakura only nodded.

Removing his shirt was not an easy task. The fabric stuck to his skin in the partially dried sections, making it difficult to lift it up. Every inch caused Sasuke pain, and when his groaned, Sakura flinched at the pitiful noise coming from him.

It took about fifteen minutes to get his shirt loose enough to slip over his head. When Sakura did so, she almost threw up.

His chest was completely covered in the same gashes and sores on his arms and face, only worse. The ones on his face only oozed slowly, but these spurted blood whenever he took a breath. The pus added a rotting stench, making the whole scene quite repulsing.

Shizune held her hands above him in silence, allowing her chakara to flow into him and mended the broken skin. The process was slow, but it worked and the wounds healed slightly so they were no longer open.

Naruto tapped her on the shoulder without looking away from Sasuke's body. "Sakura-chan, is that going to happen to all the guys in the village? Only yesterday Sasuke only had a few of those things, but now..." He shook his head.

Sakura sighed, not taking her eyes off Sasuke either. "I don't know, Naruto. I just don't know."

Part Five; Hearing Dianthus

It was the middle of the night when Temari first heard the noise. It was the sound of a scream, one that she knew all too well. A scream that sounded like a combination of a low growl and a scream. It was her little brother, Gaara.

The thing that was unclear was why he had screamed. Temari went through the possibilities in her head. The assassination attempts had stopped after the Chûnin Exams, and they had never even laid a scratch on Gaara.

After she discarded several other unlikely possibilities, she reached the one she had been dreading to even think about. Shukaku. She didn't want to think about it, but she grabbed her fan just in case. God I hope that didn't happen, she thought as she ran down the hall.

When she stopped in front of Gaara's room, her heart was racing and her palms and face were covered in a cold sweat. Her grip tightened around the cool wooden handle of the fan, it almost slipping out of her moist hand.

She opened the door slowly, so agonizingly slowly. She wanted to run in the opposite direction, wanted to run from Gaara. But she couldn't. She needed to see what happened.

She peered inside the room. There was no sand. There was no Shukaku. She only saw Gaara's legs beneath the table, the rest of him obscured from the angle she was at.

Temari sighed with relief. "Gaara, please don't scare me like that!" she said. "For a second there, I thought the Shukaku came out and... Gaara?"

She crouched on the floor to see the rest of him. Dark read blood, the same color as his hair, pooled from an odd swollen gash on his face. His left hand gripped the table leg and his right hand was pressed over the wound. His steady scream filled the otherwise silent air as more blood ran onto the floor.

Temari knelt beside him hesitantly, afraid to move him. She did anyway. Still no sand and still no Shukaku. Only more of his screams, more blood, and more pain.

From a gash on his chest much like the one on his face more blood flowed, turning his burgundy clothes even darker, almost black.

She pulled him close to her, resting him in her lap in what she hoped was a sisterly way. Gently placing a hand over as much of his bleeding chest as she could, she asked, "Gaara, what did this to you?" He only shook his head, causing more blood to dribble down his face.

Temari tried to be more direct, and asked, "Did you kill them?" Another no. She was shocked. Gaara didn't kill what attacked him? She wondered. But then, if they were skilled enough to inflict this kind of damage beyond both of his defenses, it makes sense that they would be able to get away.

But I didn't hear anything happen. The room is perfectly normal looking. If I didn't know better, I'd say that Gaara just fell to the floor and started bleeding. But then, that doesn't make any sense either. So what happened to him?

And there you have it, there you are, there you go. Hurrah for the first chapter of this thing-a-ma-jig we have here. No flames about blood please. Or descriptions of open wounds. I warned you, didn't I?

Oh well. Those who would like to review, go ahead. If you don't, also go ahead. And see you next time for the next five part special of, 'The Poison of the Perfect Flower'! Only not really.