Disclosure: Again, I don't own Naruto (can't help but feel stupid saying this)

Warning: Violence and language.

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A/N: Sorry about the huge wait! I've been a bit distracted with other stories. This will probably be the conclusion of this fic. I might end up doing a follow up story on it, but we'll see how busy I am with other stories. I supposed I'll be more inclined to do so if more people want a follow up. A HUGE thanks to everyone who reviewed, read, and favorited!

Synopsis: Sakura gets attacked while outside feeling sorry for herself that Sasuke does not love her, will Sasuke be able to rescue her? Or will she die unloved at the hands of her attacker?

Realizations

Sakura lay on the floor; the only sound she heard was the light panting coming from her own lips. 'Sasuke,' She couldn't help wondering, 'Are you okay?'

Suddenly a figure was before her. Sakura's eyes widened in terror: it was her attacker. Sasuke was no where in sight.

'Sasuke? Oh God, please no!' Had Sasuke met his fate? Sakura shut her eyes tightly, refusing to even think such thoughts. This was Sasuke she was talking about, the person that looked nothing but strong and capable in her eyes. The one that she knew looked down upon her because of her lack of strength; the one she knew would never love her. Yet, he had came for her, what had that meant? Perhaps he really did love her, perhaps…

Suddenly, she heard a light chuckle. Uncontrollably she opened her eyes, and regretted it the moment she had. Several inches above her were the light green eyes of her attacker narrowing in disgust, or was that amusement? Sakura was not certain. She was already far too tired from loosing so much blood.

"It is just us now, little girl."

At those words adrenaline began to pump through her veins, making her more alert, "No, you couldn't have beaten Sasuke, there's no way he's gonna—"

"Give up?" the man said, as if he was trying to finish her thoughts, "It's too late for those thoughts little girl, he is long gone."

"What?" Sakura didn't understand. What did he mean by long gone? By that, had he meant that Sasuke had run away or that he had been killed? Those thoughts had seemed so contradictory to what Sasuke would do in a fight that Sakura's brain couldn't understand it. Sasuke couldn't be defeated, not like that?!

"You're lying."

"You know," said the man, "I almost wish I was, I heard so much about the great Uchiha clan, and to think the last one is just a little coward."

"Shut up," Sakura hissed, yet her vision began to swim, she wasn't going to remain conscious for very long. "You don't know Sasuke."

The man smirked, this time Sakura could clearly see the amusement in his eerily green orbs.

"Sasuke is smart and brave, far more than a cowardly bastard like you who attacks women in the middle of the night." The man's smile seemed to widen; he brought a hand up to brush a pink lock out of her face.

"Sasuke is more than brave," Sakura was finding it difficult to talk, the words felt so heavy on her lips. "You-you don't know him like I do."

"You poor little girl," said the man, "You really are still a child, aren't you?" Sakura tried to back out of his touch, yet she only managed to weakly shake her head a little.

"You think simply because he has a handsome face that he has all of those valiant qualities you just listed." He let out a laugh. "You know, perhaps I should let you live, that way you will be able to see how the world really works."

"You don't know him," Sakura said, she felt so weak, yet somehow her voice still managed to sound defiant.

"You want to see for yourself, whelp," with that he grabbed her about the waist and lifted her up, carrying her at his hip, her legs just dangled since she was far too tired to try to kick him. Sakura let out several cries of pain when his hands roughly brushed over her open sores as he adjusted to get a better grip of her.

He brought her up to the hill where he had been standing on before he had come over to her. "Look down there." He commanded. Her neck hung heavily because of the position, causing her to look at the ground. However weak she was feeling, Sakura forced her head to look up. Looking down at the bottom of the hill, Sakura let out a small gasp. Thousands of kunai blanketed the ground below.

"Sasuke," Sakura said before she could stop herself, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.

"Crying already?" said the voice of her attacker, "I haven't even got to show you the best part." Suddenly, he plopped her down on her feet before he pulled her in front of him. Then she felt a calloused hand grip her chin and force her head to look to the left. "Look over there by that rock." Sakura looked: right next to a rather large bolder it looked like someone could have been recently crouching there for the kunai population was not as dense in that spot as it was elsewhere. Perhaps that had been where Sasuke had been? That meant Sasuke had somehow escaped the kunai.

Sakura let out a breath of relief, "He's okay." The release of tension caused new tears to spill from her large green eyes.

"Of course, he's okay," the man said in reply, "In fact, he's probably safe in his house by now, the little weakling."

Sakura shook her head, but the man cut her off. "He chose to save his own life; either he considered you already dead, or he figured you simply weren't worth dying over."

"No," Sakura said, "This is part of Sasuke's plan; you'll see he'll c—"

"Do you really believe that?"

"Of course I do, he came for me before," Sakura said, yet in the pit of her stomach she felt a sinking feeling. Perhaps Sasuke really had abandoned her? Maybe he thought she was already dead; it must have seemed as if the sky itself had opened up in a never-ending shower of kunai from where he was crouching. Perhaps he figured she didn't make it. But, to just leave? He couldn't have been certain she was dead; would Sasuke really abandon a teammate to die? Just then Sasuke face swam into her view, he turned and looked her right in the eye, cocking more of a sneer than a smile, he said: "Sakura, you're annoying."

That was right, that was how Sasuke thought of her: annoying. Perhaps she wasn't even a teammate in his eyes. After all, Sasuke had never told her as much, nor had he ever complimented her. He had even complimented Naruto (well, in a sort of insult-like fashion, but still, it was a compliment none the less).

"You see," the man's voice broke into her thoughts, "I saw him use a Transportation Jutsu; you should have seen how desperate he looked; there's no way he's coming back."

Sakura looked down at the floor; her attacker's arm still around her shoulders pinning her against his chest. Suddenly, that sinking feeling was back. Sasuke really had left her to die; there was no doubt. Despite how mean he could be to her, somehow she had always believed that he would eventually feel something for her if she just kept on being persistent. Yet, it seemed like all of these hopeful thoughts were merely wishful thinking. If he could leave her to die that meant he really didn't care about her and no amount of time was ever going to change that. It was then that the sinking feeling seemed to overwhelm her.

"What's left for me now if Sasuke won't ever love me; what's left to live for?" Sakura whispered despairingly, not even realizing that those words had left her thoughts and escaped from her lips.

Sasuke leaned against the closest tree, his scrapped and bloody palms holding on to the rough bark, letting the tree support his weight. He was panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. Sure enough he had transported a fair distance away. He could see the familiar homes and shops of the Western district. His body felt as if he was about to collapse; his chakra drained to a dangerously low level. Reaching a shaky hand to the kunai lodged into the middle of his back, Sasuke yanked the blade free. Fortunately, he had been right about the depth the weapon had pierced his skin; the tip of the kunai had dug deep enough into his muscles to weaken the movement of his arms but not enough that it hit any of the nerves in his spine.

For a long time he just sat there panting, far too weary to even try to walk. That was then when it hit him: Sakura was dead; or if Sakura was not already dead she was probably dying right about now. Sasuke shook his head, the rapid movement making his vision swarm and his head throb; maybe if he got to the authorities he could try to send help. But, Sasuke doubted that they would get there in time, given that by the time he got his legs to move so he could tell someone what was going on it would be far too late. If Sakura was alive, she was at the mercy of her attacker right now; Sasuke shivered bitterly at the thought. But what could he have done? If he hadn't left when he did then both of them would be dead right now.

Staying shouldn't have even been an option, much less the correct choice he was supposed to make. All he would have done is just got himself killed while he stubbornly—and stupidly—tried to ward off the thousands of falling daggers; he barely had any more strength left to stand up, what would he have done if he had stayed there?

Saving his own life wasn't being cowardly; it was being smart. He was alive! Now he still had a chance to continue to train and get stronger; he still had his brother to face. Besides, at least one of them was alive, logically that was the better choice then loosing the both of them, right?

Sasuke pushed himself off of the tree; he had to get home so he could get these wounds cleaned up, not to mention he had to try to go get help for Sakura. Yet, at this rate the only help he was going to be able to give her was identifying the face of her murderer.

The moment Sasuke was no longer supporting himself by using the tree, his body wavered; Sasuke gripped the tree again so he didn't fall. It seemed like his chakra level was still too low to walk. Maybe he should just rest here for a bit longer; it wasn't like he had a choice anyway. However, the longer he rested the more unlikely that Sakura was going to survive. But she could already be dead. 'She is already dead if she was out in that kunai storm!' Sasuke thought angrily, trying to shake the guilty feeling that was arising in the pit of his stomach.

Ten minutes passed. Sasuke felt a bit stronger; he decided to try another attempt at walking. Slowly, he pushed himself away from the tree. This time he didn't stumble; gradually he started to head in the direction of the hospital, there he could get help for Sakura. But then it will be too late, whispered a little voice. Sasuke faltered; it sounded like Naruto.

'There's nothing I can do in this condition,' Sasuke thought, 'Going back there is suicide; not to mention wasteful, given that she could already be dead.'

Coward!

Sasuke stopped dead in his steps. 'Naruto?' That was definitely Naruto's voice; there was no mistaking it.

Fucking coward!

Sasuke growled into his mind. 'What the hell was I supposed to do, die?'

So save yourself and let a fellow comrade die, is that it?!

"Damn you, Naruto," Sasuke growled, "You naïve, little moron! So you'd really want both of us to die?"

You don't even know she is dead, teme! And you just left to save your own skin! There's no fucking way I'll ever call you my teammate again.

"Dammit Naruto," Sasuke hissed aloud, pinching his pale fingers over the bridge of his nose. "I don't fucking want to die!"

That's your problem, isn't Sasuke? The voice of Naruto raged in his mind:

You're so fucking afraid of death. You know what: you're gonna end up running probably to the ends of the fucking earth just so you can try to escape from death! You'll never avenge your family, because if you did that then there's a possibility that you might die and you don't want that now do you?!

This was stupid; Naruto wasn't really here. This was just his conscious trying to install the right amount of guilt needed for him to return. But had his conscious even looked at the state his body was in right now?! He was just starting to replenish his chakra levels; going back would mean using another Transportation Jutsu. And with the weariness he was feeling already, literally all he would end up doing if he went back there would be to die right along side her. Sasuke growled inside his mind; was that what his stupid brain wanted him to do, die?!

"Stupid girl," Said the man as he felt her body sag in his grasp. Then he spun Sakura around to face him, "You've given up on living simply because you can't get some fantasy?" He shook his head, "Why is it that people seem to live for made up things? As if by simply believing in them they can make them true."

Sakura felt more tears welling up in her eyes.

"Isn't that why you were out here in the first place feeling sorry for yourself, simply because that scared, little whelp didn't love you?"

Sakura was silent.

"How much do you really know him, clearly next to none if you think he's invincible? I bet he hasn't lived for more than a decade or so, how the hell can he be all powerful? Last Uchiha or not." The man smirked; then he pulled Sakura against him, her head resting against his chest. His hand began to stroke through her hair.

"Let me tell you why you obsess over that little whelp," his voice sounded deceptively soothing, "You look at him and you see someone that looks capable, someone that seems to be able to do everything that you can not." Sakura could feel his fingers come to linger over her lips. "You think that with him you can make up for all of your many failures, isn't that right?"

His hand gripped tighter over her mouth. "Well, let me tell you a truth that if you'd been allowed to live to maturity you'd have realized. Inside we're all about the same: weak, lost and insignificant." Suddenly, she felt the tip of his blade at her side, "You see, he is no different," the tip pressed deeper into her skin, "And thus he will never be able to complete you in the ways you require."

"Please, don't kill me."

"What now you want to live? But what about 'there not being anything left to live for'?"

"I take it back." Sakura whispered.

"What given up on your crush already?"

"Y-yes," Sakura said, "P-please just let me live."

Suddenly, the blade at her side got shoved deep inside her skin. Sakura's eyes widened in shock, pain beyond imagining flooded her senses. She staggered against his chest, a trail of blood spilling from her lips. Her attacker only grabbed her hips and shoved her backwards; somehow Sakura managed to stumble onto her knees. Her hand went to rest on the weapon's hilt sticking out from between her ribs.

The attacker made a small circle around her, as if he was observing his handiwork.

"I'm sorry, kid," he said in a neutral voice, "But, I can not allow you to live. You see, that is not my ninja way; when I fight, it is to the death."

Sakura closed her eyes. She had only one emotion: regret. There was so much she had yet to do and now her life was going to end. Her attacker drew a long sword out of his belt. Her mind thought about Sasuke. So he had chosen to save his own life? How could she really blame him? Yet a part of her seemed to wail in agony at the thought: Sasuke had chosen to save his life, run away in the midst of a fight, instead of trying to help a comrade. That was not the Sasuke she loved so much. That was merely a scared little boy; that was something she would do. Sasuke had always been so different then her; she had always told herself how much better he was then her. But if he ran away instead of fought, how really different was he than her? It was as if she was loosing two people, her life and her beloved image of Sasuke that she had held so dear within her heart. No, Sasuke was not what she first thought he would be. Sasuke was no stronger than she was, in a way. For the first time in her life since she started to crush on him, Sakura wished she would have actually tried to get to know him: if he really wasn't all that different than her, than she had no reason to idolize him. Perhaps she could have gained a friend.

Sakura's eyes caught the gleam of moonlight flashing against metal as her attacker raised his sword into the air. Perhaps if she would have merely talked to him like he was just another boy she might have died possessing a real friendship. Now she was going to die all alone with her only company being a vain image of someone who did not exist. 'I'm sorry Sasuke.' Sakura whispered in her mind, though she knew he would never hear her. 'I'm sorry I never really knew you, and that I was so caught up in myself.' A lone tear trailed down her cheek. 'If I had only known we weren't so different perhaps, I wouldn't have felt so sorry for myself and wandered off all by myself. Perhaps I wouldn't have ended up getting into this mess. Perhaps…'

Sakura heard the sound of the sword ripping through the air as it bore down upon her.

'Perhaps, we might have been friends.'

Suddenly, she felt arms catch her around the waist, before she was shoved to the ground, a heavy weight falling painfully on top of her. She could smell him before she saw him. Sasuke smelt of sweat, dirt and blood. He was panting against her ear. Suddenly, she felt his hands on her shoulders; then he pulled the both of them off of the ground. Her blurry eyes caught sight of her attacker's shocked face several feet away, his sword hung low to the ground in the spot that she had been kneeling on just moments before.

Sasuke grabbed her by the shoulders, and shoved her behind him.

"Sakura," he said, his voice a rough, broken whisper, "Get out of here."

Sakura felt like she was about to collapse; her ribs aching with mind-numbing pain. Her vision seemed far too blurry to actually see, but still she caught sight of his slumped shoulders and the scraps and bruises all over the back of his arm.

"Go Sakura, or we'll both die." Sasuke said harshly. His hand pulled out a kunai; Sakura saw his fingers shaking with exhaustion.

"Y-ou, you came back?" Sakura asked, her voice barely above a whisper, "W-why?"

"Forget it," Sasuke snapped, "Would you rather I let you die?

"Now get the hell out of here!"

"Well, I don't know if I should be impressed at your value of a fellow teammate's life, or laugh at your stupidity." Sakura's attacker said, drawing a shorter blade in the other hand not currently holding the long blade. Slowly, he approached the pair.

"You know that by coming here you have sealed your fate, Uchiha."

Sakura stumbled back and fell to her knees.

"What are you doing?" Sasuke said, "Run."

"You know she can't do that." The attacker said, "Clearly, you're dumber than I thought, boy, now you have gotten yourself killed right along with her."

Then his green eyes flashed, "Though I suppose I should thank you; for now my master will be pleased. I'm afraid you are too weak to stand before my great master, but he'll like to study you none the less."

A grin split his narrow face, "Of course, all I really need from you, Uchiha, are those eyes of yours."

"Feh," Sasuke spat, "You said you always fight to the death, huh?" Sasuke's dark eyes narrowed, "Then let's finish it so I can send you to the grave." With that Sasuke drew another kunai from his pants hostler. He knew if he activated his Sharingan if would speed up the chakra consumption of the little chakra he still possessed. He had been able to get his chakra levels up enough to use the Transportation Jutsu again, and once here he had somehow managed to have the strength to save her from that attack. Still, Sasuke activated his Sharingan; he had come too far to back down now. Though he would probably die here, tonight he would face death in the eye; tonight there was no running away!

"Sakura," Sasuke said in a low voice, "I'm sorry I left; don't die."

Sakura watched as Sasuke charged at the man before him, a cry of fury escaping his lips. Yet, her eyes were closing. She fought to keep them opened. She had to get away; Sasuke was giving her an opening. She stumbled forward. The clashing of metal against metal could be heard. Suddenly, she heard the swiping sound of blade against flesh and Sasuke let out a groan. Weakly, Sakura craned her neck to see, her blurry eyes revealed the two of them still clashing against each other, but Sasuke was limping. It looked like the blade had sliced a long gash down his left thigh.

Sakura had a flashback to when she was fighting that man; perhaps her eyes were too blurry to tell but Sasuke looked just as weak as she had been fighting against him.

"Eiy," Sasuke let out a cry this time, one of his blades falling from his hand.

Sakura began to crawl for a nearby tree, ripping the grass out by the roots as she used them to pull herself along the ground; Sasuke had told her to get away, she had to at least try.

Just then she heard the sound of metal against metal, and then the clanking of a weapon falling to the ground. She spun her head around; her vision swam heavily. Sasuke was completely disarmed.

It was as if she was watching it in slow motion: she saw her attacker's blade coming straight down into the side of Sasuke's exposed back.

"SASUKE!" Sakura heard herself scream. Sasuke's eyes met hers, before they widened in horror. Sakura watched horrified as her attacker's blade dug into Sasuke's skin. The attacker then pulled his blade out from the wound he created; Sasuke tumbled to the ground.

"SASUKE!" Sakura cried all the louder. Her attacker dug his heal straight into Sasuke's gaping wound, then he kicked his heal against Sasuke's side and turned him onto his back.

"NO!" Sakura cried out, her vision completely blurred as thick tears welled up in her eyes.

"Now, Uchiha, I must keep the promise I made to my master," said the attacker, coming down to kneel beside Sasuke. Sasuke glared up at him, and pressed his lips shut. He didn't beg for his life; he still had his pride.

Sakura heard a flipping sound and noticed the man opening a small pocket knife. He lowered the blade to Sasuke's face, pointing the tip at the bottom corner of Sasuke's left eye. Then he leaned over and blocked Sasuke from her view.

Suddenly, the man's arm began to rapidly move back and force as if he was sawing at something. Sakura heard the ripping sound of blade tearing flesh.

"Eeiiiiyy," Sasuke started making a growl like scream. Sakura saw his hand, which lay open palmed on the ground, clutch into a fist.

"Sasuke," Sakura murmured in horror as she realized that the man was cutting at Sasuke's flesh trying to remove his eye. Sakura began to crawl her way over to Sasuke. Her vision blurred heavily; the blade in her side sending electric jolts of pain through her body. Sakura sunk to the ground; the pain was almost unbearable. Sasuke continued to scream out. Sakura had never heard him yell like this. She had to do something.

"Heal," Sakura said into her mind, "For God's sake heal!" With all of her remaining energy Sakura focused her chakra into her side. Sasuke's hand had fought its way up to his face and it looked like he was trying to force the attacker's hand away. The attacker moved a little to get a better grip; now Sakura could see more of what was happening.

From the skin around his eye, trails of blood were leaking down the sides of Sasuke's cheek.

"Heal," Sakura said aloud her voice raspy but desperate. Sasuke had come back to save her; Sasuke was just as afraid as she had been, but he had not abandoned her. She couldn't abandon him. Finally, she no longer felt afraid of dying; if that was what was going to happen, there was nothing she could do to prevent it. But she was not going down without a fight. There was no way she was going to leave Sasuke to have his eyes cut out by this psycho and not do everything in her power to help him.

If only she wasn't so weak. Dammit, heal! Sakura screamed into her mind. It was then that she felt her chakra swirling around her wound like a mad swarm of bees.

"Eeiiiiyy," Sasuke let out what could only be described as a death cry. Suddenly, Sakura looked up in horror. No, she couldn't be hearing that? But she was; Sasuke was sobbing.

"SASUKE-KUN!" Sakura cried out. Nothing but a thick pile of blood could be seen when the attacker shifted to the other side of Sasuke's face. Sakura's eyes widened. In the hand of her attacker, she saw a leather pouch filled with something, the bottom of it looked dark and was dripping with blood.

"S-stop!" Sasuke managed to get out in between sobs.

Something inside Sakura just clicked. Throwing her head back, Sakura sent all of her chakra to her wounds; the force hit her so strongly that she stumbled back as if stuck. But, it worked. Her body was healing itself; her weakness seemed to finally be turning into strength.

"You son of a bitch!" Sasuke screamed out again. Sakura heard her attacker only start laughing.

That was it. Sakura rose to her feet, her chakra felt sporadic; all over her body she could feel her chakra flowing as if she had just opened up a dam. Slowly her body was beginning to close its wounds. Sakura put a trembling hand to her side and yanked out the blade that had pierced her in between the ribs, letting out a cry at the pain. Slowly she began to hobble over to where they were.

Her attacker was laughing now; still she could hear the sawing sound of blade severing flesh, Sasuke's screams in between cries echoing all around her. Sakura held her breath so as not to make a sound; she approached the back of her attacker. With all of the anger building up inside her, she threw herself on to his back, her blade digging into his skin.

A gasp was heard. Her attacker stiffened. Sakura pulled out and stuck the weapon back in this time aiming for his neck. Cries upon cries ripped from her throat, as more and more she kept stabbing her attacker with his own blade.

It was then she felt resistance. Sasuke had grabbed the blade cutting into his flesh and had turned it around; with a fury of his own he stabbed the man in the chest. A trail of blood fell from the mouth of the stabbed man before he staggered forward, but Sakura wouldn't let him fall the remaining way to land on Sasuke; instead, she pushed his now lifeless body off to the side. The man rolled to the floor dead. But Sakura wasn't done with him.

"You bastard!" Sakura screamed and plunged her blade again and again into the lifeless man's side. "Die, you horrible, how could—" Sakura broke down sobbing.

Suddenly, a shaky hand reached out and trembling fingers brushed against her leg. Sakura paused. "Sasuke?" She spun around. Sasuke had his left hand over the spot where his eye should have been. The other side of his face was covered in blood; Sakura could see deep cuts all around his other eye. Sasuke was panting, and looked far paler than she had ever seen him look before. It was then she noticed blood gushing out of his side where her attacker had struck him. He's loosing too much blood. Sakura's mind screamed at her. "Sasuke," Sakura crawled over to him, coming to lean over him.

"You okay, I take it?" Sasuke panted in between breaths. Sakura just nodded. Her mind started to act on its own account. Reaching out her hand, Sakura went to pull his hand off of his right eye. Sasuke's hand on her wrist stopped her.

"Let me," Sakura commanded, "I can do it, I can use my chakra to heal you."

"What?" Sasuke said.

"Heal you," Sakura said, "That is how I healed myself." Sasuke looked at her as if she had gone insane.

"Fucking trust me!" Sakura erupted, "You're loosing too much blood!"

Sakura wormed her wrist out of Sasuke's grasp, and paled when she felt his weak attempt to resist her.

Sakura was about to pull his hand off when he, weakly this time, clasp his hand over hers. "It-it's," Sasuke started, "Y-you shouldn't see me like this."

"Oh Sasuke," Sakura let out a cry, "I actually DO see you now; this won't make you look any worse in my eyes."

Sakura pulled off his bloody fingers. She drew in a breath. Yet, immediately covered his open wound with her palm, her other hand coming to rest over the wound on his side. "Heal," Sakura whispered, not caring that she said these words aloud. Sasuke's other eye was just watching her. Sakura looked at the hopelessness she saw reflected there. Did he really believe he was going to die? Well, then she would show him otherwise. There was no way that Sakura would allow the love of her life to die on this hill. Love of her life? Well, yes. Yes, she had seen Sasuke, the real Sasuke. The scared and very human Sasuke. But though at first she had been letdown that her crush was not larger than life, afterwards a new love for him began to grow. Now he was simply Sasuke: rude, scared and yes a bit cowardly and selfish at times. But, still, she loved him—now all the more because, like her, he too was real. He too was human; he too had strengths and weaknesses and for the first time in her life she wasn't afraid of them. Nor did she care that her beloved's handsome face might not be so handsome anymore; for to her, Sasuke would always possess a handsomeness that was beyond the world itself.

Sakura felt her body sending waves of healing chakra into Sasuke's wound. She looked down at him to find that his eye was closed. Yet, Sakura didn't worry that he might have died from shock or loss of blood. She could feel the insides of his body: his blood flowing; his heart beating; his charka returning. She wouldn't let him die.

A/N: Again, sorry for the wait…let me know if you guys want a follow up story. And if you guys have had problems with pages not fully loading or what not, sorry! I've been editing this thing like crazy! Note to self: never post a story on the same night it is written it never turns out well. Note taken: hehe!

Thanks for reading!

A/N updated: I have started writing a sequel to this fic called Not All Who Wander. For any of you who are interested you can find it on my profile.