Unexpected Miracles

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. However, the plot of the story is mine.

A/N: I've been in the mood to write, and after getting Sony Vegas 8 and finally founding a song to make my first AMV, I decided to write this to get me in the mood to make a Suika Beta, and possibly a full video. I hope to finish a few stories, while putting others on hold so I can slowly finish. I start school very soon, so I will most likely alternate between this story, and a SasuSaku story.

SUMMARY: After Sasuke's betrayal of former Team Hebi, Suigetsu has his own agenda which he can't get going without Karin's help. With ghosts from the past coming back to haunt her, can Suigetsu help her from the demons which seem to be consuming her mind?

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The humidity slowly, even though the sun had set hours before, hung in the air as if suspended from the heavens on an infinite clothes line. It was hot for this time of year, but the humidity made it unbearable, even a light blanket would make you sweat. Sleep was near impossible to say the least. You could have been up for days, worked out, gone for a run and taken a shower with incense to make you sleep, but facts were facts.

It was never going to happen.

Hearing the sound of crickets and frogs just outside the window was almost maddening. Harmoniously creating a choir with a flowing stream was almost maddening knowing it was only adding to the heat and aggravation that surrounded it.

An audible growl escaped the clenched teeth of the man whose body felt as if it was liquefying around him. Turning over onto his stomach, then to his back not even a minute later, he could feel sweat sliding down his cheek to his neck, then sliding down his bare chest.

This heat was going to be the death of him, and he hated thinking it. After drinking four times his weight in water within the last two hours, he was starting to assume that he'd be reduced to a puddle, and be absorbed into the mattress until more favorable weather returned. The thought was rather disgusting considering how many other people had slept on this mattress or perhaps the fact who knew what other fluids might be in it.

Rolling over, he fell off the bed with a thud and laid on the carpeted floor, which wasn't much better considering how much he was sweating and how much of his own body he was losing in the process. Under most circumstances, his body was resistant to heat, and as long as he drank enough water, this wouldn't happen to him.

The humidity.

That's what was killing him. The water in the air which was all around him made his body go through a sort of osmosis, the water inside him going to the lowest concentration in the air. This, not only made it hotter in the room, but did well to exhaust and drain him of the fluid his body desperately needed.

The best thing he could do was find a room with air conditioning, which he doubted would happen, but staying here wasn't going to do him any good. Maybe a bath with cold water he could absorb. Anything that would make his body solid again. Groaning at the effort it took to sit up and stand, his hand rested on the bed, so he could stabilize himself, then trudged out of the room.

He found himself hating more and more the man who, just like the one who imprisoned him, took what he wanted and left. Not that he was surprised. The Uchiha never did seem like the type to help others or do anything for them unless it was in his benefit, but the way in which he'd ditched his newest 'team' for the old one was like a mother abandoning her new born.

Almost helpless and defenseless, once he had what he wanted, namable, his brother dead and avenged, he was rewarded by his village for killing the traitor that attempted to assassinate the fifth Hokage.

Fucking congratulations Uchiha Sasuke, don't remember those which helped you get there and what they lost doing it. As much as he hated to admit such a thing, Suigetsu was jealous. The rich brat had literally gotten everything he wanted, almost killing the team he'd hand chosen in the process.

True, Suigetsu wasn't injured, but his precious blade had been taken and he wanted it back. And he wanted it now. Unfortunately, the only person who could find the person who had stolen it not only hated him, but was still raging about Sasuke's disappearance to his village.

Ugh this heat… the blue haired man thought as he opened the door and walked out of it. His eyes were half closed, exhausted, an arm on the wall for support. His legs felt like they were melting, and because his entire body had the ability to liquefy, he could feel his bones literally turning to mush inside his body.

If he didn't find a way to fix this, he was going to collapse and not be able to put himself back together. Hearing a sound, he turned his head, trying to locate it. That's it!

That sound was music to his ears and would fix everything - an air conditioner. Moving to the room, he knew that someone was in it, but allowing his body to completely liquefy; it dropped to the ground in a large puddle and slid under the door. Condensing his form in the room which was almost 30 degrees or more cooler than the hallway, his body started to reform on the floor.

It was late, and he could be gone before whoever was in the room woke up. Not to mention, he could just turn into a puddle once more. Moving to the window under the cooling unit, he started to feel much better, the sweat gone from his body. He was thirsty, but he figured that could wait until he could walk without leaving traces of himself behind.

The hard part was now convincing Karin to help him. He had no reason to, nor any real leverage that would help her. Most of her injuries had healed from the battle of Akatsuki's mutiny against them, save a few bruises; there were no major issues with her body.

He needed that sword, and all the others which he wanted, but without a means to find or track them down, a snarl appeared on his face, bearing his shark-like fangs. It annoyed him. There had to be something he could do to convince Karin to help him with this.

Normally, he'd never ask for help, but since Zabuza's sword was taken, if he got that one back, he'd be set to find the others on his own. Just this one. He thought to himself. His eyes were closed; darkness was the only thing that he could see even if they were open, at least for the most part.

Karin was stubborn, and he had to hate her as much as she hated him, but getting her to do this was the best thing he could do for himself. It was in his better interest to get her help. But getting her to agree was the hardest of the matter.

Maybe he could threaten her or something? Surely there had to be something she wanted, right? Only to himself would he admit how much that look on her face hurt him. Karin had never been a fighter; she was a tracker, and someone who was smart enough to normally not need to do any sort of battle.

After Zetsu's actions giving them away, she'd been forced to do so, and against the personal escorts of the Kage's, she didn't stand a chance. She'd done her best to hide and not battle, but Suigetsu knew no matter how stubborn she was, and how good she was at talking she'd get hurt.

Needless to say, she did. Badly.

He'd never seen that much blood soak through her cloths, and the way Sasuke dumped the three of them? It was something he'd never experienced. It was just the way he had given them up for his old team, his other friends that he dumped years before.

People's lives were a joke to the Uchiha, and that made Suigetsu's blood boil inside of him. Not because of the fact he was about to let Karin die from wounds that had been inflicted from him, and for leaving bipolar Juugo alone after he promised to watch him and stop him from killing, or even letting Suigetsu's weapon get stolen, it was the fact that he didn't care.

How he didn't seem to care what they'd gone through for him and how easy he could just dump them. He'd never been that angry before, even when he'd been experimented on, or when Orochimaru sealed him because he saw him as a threat.

He felt his throat vibrate as he growled again. Why was he this angry at someone so worthless? He'd never admit it now, but he'd actually grown to like Sasuke. Well, two could play at that game.

Fuck you too, Uchiha.

Hearing the body on the bed move, purple hues suddenly opened wide, and he sat up, looking at the figure. He wasn't sure how he knew this, but it was a woman. Maybe it was the sound she made when she rolled over.

Getting up slowly, he moved to get some water. Leaving his room would make him melt…

He didn't want to leave, and the only reason he was still here, other than the heat was because they had these rooms for another day or two. They'd been paid for, and considering he had nowhere else to do, why waste the money that had been put down to booked them in advance? Maybe it'd cool down in the next two days. Even rain would be better than this heat.

After drinking nine of fourteen glasses of water because, who was really counting; he moved closer to the bed. He wasn't the type that'd take advantage of a situation like this. He was in the sort of mood were he'd kill her for the room and to smite Sasuke for being such a wimp about killing others, but he knew that killing this woman wouldn't fix his problems.

The blanket was wrapped around her body and limbs, only revealing a thin frame, and a dark crimson hair that spread out across the white sheets at an oddly cut and uneven…

Leaning closer, he sat on the bed without realizing it, leaning over the sleeping body before a fist made contact with his face. Surprised, he felt his face splash and then turn back into a solid mass slowly. Unfortunately, when his happen, he lost the ability to see.

When his eyes opened, he expected to see a horrified woman, off the bed holding a lamp or something to strike him with, but instead, he saw a cross and angry looking Karin, sitting up, glaring at him. The white sheets, which he now knew where silk weren't twisted around her body, but held up covering it.

"What're you doing?" Hearing her voice, he grinned, his sharp teeth visible in the small amount of moonlight that crept in through the blinds.

"Cooling off." He answered suavely, knowing that like everything else about him, it would make her mad.

Prepared this time, he saw her swing at him, and caught her arm. It wasn't harshly and it wouldn't hurt her, but he stopped the would-be attack, something he'd never done when they argued. Sighing, he let her go when she pulled.

He watched her silently. It was in her eyes. She was hurt and angry after what happened with Sasuke. Not knowing what happened between them was one thing, but knowing how much she liked him, and what she'd done for him, not to mention what she'd gone through. It almost made him pity her.

Almost.

Suigetsu didn't like Karin, but he knew he could put up with her enough to get what he wanted, his precious blade. He did like fighting and arguing with her however. It was like a hobby he'd picked up since their travels. Having her standing in front of him, her hand on her hip, hips cocked to the side, leaning forward, the sun behind her, shading him, screaming. It was in its own sense slightly hot.

He didn't like her, but fighting with her was one of the more entertaining things he'd done since getting out of that forsaken container. He felt good around her, and that was saying something.

Turning to face her, she hadn't said anything in a while, which for her, was rare, and slightly worrying. Blinking, his eyes met her face, staring at her pale skin in the light of the moon. It was something he'd never felt before, and he wasn't sure what the emotion was. Regret? Pain? Remorse? Pity?

Ugh!

He hated this feeling, he moved away from her, which made her look up. Feeling her move, he saw her legs come up to her chest, and her arms wrapped around them. This was… an emotion he'd never seen in her before?

She was screaming, seducing Sasuke, or was completely calm. He'd never seen her… in pain like this? It scared him.

"Karin…?" he muttered, seeing her look up at him. He then realized that she wasn't wearing glasses.

"What do you want?" An angry and violent tone returned to her voice.

Well, she wasn't broken… Suigetsu thought, comparing her in his mind to something like a tree branch or weapon. He was a shinobi not a sensitive man who knew and understood a woman's emotions and feelings. He'd been locked away for years, he understood lust, and in his mind, what else was there really?

Love was in fairy tales and didn't exist unless a man wanted to lie to a woman to make her have sex and raise his children. That was just reality, not the prince charming stories they told in stories. It seemed that Karin was finding out now that those stories were about as valuable as the paper they were printed on them. In other words - worthless.

Sasuke running away must have felt like much more than a betrayal to her, and without knowing if anything actually went on between them, Suigetsu suddenly felt unsure of how to respond or comfort her. He didn't want to, nor did he really know how. The fish-like male had never seen Karin was a woman, or even as a human being before, but seeing her like this, it made him rethink it.

"Nothing…" he muttered, not sure how else to answer her question. "Are you—"

Her eyes rose and met his, and he could have sworn he saw fire in them that illuminated her face. "I'm fine!" Her voice was loud, and she had screamed it, which made him wonder if she'd woken anyone.

Shifting off the bed, he backed away, hands held up in front of him.

He'd come to the room without a shirt, so needless to say, he wasn't wearing one now. He'd been smart enough to put pants on before leaving, but it was too hot for his shirt, even if it was a thin material. He could feel the air conditioner on his back, oh, it felt so good, he smirked.

Something flew by his body and shattered against the wall. "What's with the cocky fucking smile?!" her voice was once again loud and almost screaming.

Suigetsu held up his hands again. "Nothing, it's just nice in here. It's boiling in the hallway and in my room. I was… liquefying." he muttered. She'd studied his body before under Orochimaru's orders, he assumed she'd understand that much.

Looking at the floor, it looked like she'd thrown an ashtray or vase at him, because small pieces of glass littered the floor.

"Liar." She accused.

Feeling his blood rushing from arguing with her, he moved over to the bed, jumped onto it, grabbed her by the wrist, dragging her out of it, and opened the door, pulling her into the hallway. With the door open, the air poured onto them, but the harsh and unbearable heat of the hallway could be felt.

The hall had lights on as if it was any other time of day, and he blinked, finally able to see her features.

She wasn't really dressed…

Her glasses were off, and she had a long tank top on, which was low, showing the top of her breasts and how they curved together. Her hair was down and messier than usual if that was even possible, around her face, and hung on her chest and down her back.

And… she wasn't wearing pants, or her shorts, just panties – black with red lace. It matched her hair.

Apparently, his eyes had wandered her body, because he felt her fist against his skin again, this time however, his body didn't liquefy in time, and he felt the injury, his face slightly puddle where she'd struck him. His hand touched his cheek as he felt it drip.

Blinking rapidly, he looked at her face, which was still lower than him. "What?" he asked, glaring at her. Without her boots, which added a few inches to her height, the top of her head reached around his nose.

"Don't look at me like that." She pulled her arm away from his hand and turned around, walking back in the room. The fact she didn't slam the door in his face made him follow, closing it. He sighed, walking into the bathroom. All the water he'd drunk was still in his body apparently, not that it wanted to stay there.

He stopped, the door open. "Why does… it smell like… burning in here?" he asked, turning his head.

Karin scoffed. "This room was Sasuke. I burned everything he touched, that included the sheets."

Nodding, Suigetsu closed the door and didn't move for a moment, hearing her move and then fall onto the bed. She moved a bit before stopping, like she got comfortable and was about to go back to sleep.

Looking out the room after he'd answered nature's call, he found that inside the shower were pieces of ash that had been set a fire, and then washed down the drain as much as possible. She must have been really angry to do this, but he couldn't exactly say he was surprised, after all, he betrayed her too.

Walking out of the room he stared at the bed. It looked so comfortable. It was at least a queen sized bed, and wasn't surprised that Sasuke had slept in it. Silk sheets, huge bed, lots of pillows, it always seemed fit for a king, which Sasuke seemed to think he was, the fuck-off.

Sighing, he jumped when he heard Karin's voice. The movements of her body only made him assume she was asleep. Her breathing had been so even.

"If you don't touch me..." She muttered, turning her head, to look at him out of the corner of her eyes. "I'll let you sleep in the bed."

Smiling, Suigetsu's teeth showed in the moonlight, and he moved closer to the bed, slid into it, and closed his eyes, his back facing hers and he slowly began to drift off.

- - -

Hearing the sound of water, he hoped it was rain and sat up, looking around. The room was bright, sun shining on the bed. Growling, he turned to see Karin, but the other side of the bed was empty. Looking around, the bathroom door was half closed, and steam was coming out of it.

She was taking a shower.

Rolling over, he pulled the sheet over his head. These were so comfortable. He wanted these sheets. He closed his eyes and started to drift back to sleep. The door swung open and he rolled over, looking over at her. The marks all over her body were gone.

A towel was tight around her chest, clinging to her, ending around her mid thigh, covering up any worthwhile part of her body - if she had a worthwhile part… He smirked and then laid down, closing his eyes. He wanted to go back to sleep, at least for the time being.

He heard her move around and returned to the bathroom. He heard the door close and lock. He laughed. She didn't trust him, not that he could really blamed her for that. Hearing the door open, he felt her move back into the bed.

Opening his eyes, she was wearing the same style shirt, but this one was fishnet, and had a bra on, something she didn't have the night before. It was black, but this had a design on it, and he could only assume the panties matched it. Now she was wearing shorts. It humored him, thinking about her under garments, but stopped soon after.

Sitting up, and turning over, he saw his water bottles, and saw the condensation on the outside of the bottle. Grabbing one, he could tell by the weight they were full. He took a sip. It was ice cold, clean fresh water. It made him smile.

"Thanks." He muttered after he drank half of the first bottle.

She shrugged and closed her eyes. "Welcome."

Sitting up and turning around to face her, he seemed confused. He'd never seen her like this. She didn't even seem to want to fight with him; he'd never thought that would happen. Was she sick? He heard her breathing even out and he leaned over, it seemed like she'd fallen asleep.

He got up, ordered room service, and then waited for it to show up. He'd gotten enough water for a while, at least for him. He's traveled enough with Karin to know what she'd eat, and he got what he wanted.

It'd arrived about a half an hour later and he was half way through with his meal before she sat up. Rubbing her eyes, she looked at him and arched a brow.

"I got you something, you hungry?" He asked, pointing to one of the plates.

She shook her head and closed her eyes, lying down. "Eat." He muttered annoyed. He was trying to be nice, even if it was for his own agenda.

"Don't be all anorexic and starve yourself." He said, bitterly, taking a sip of the water he'd gotten.

This time, she threw a pillow at him, and didn't even look up. Another pillow was slammed over her head, covering her head, and then the blanket moved over that, covering her entire body. He saw her hand tightly told both to her face. Did… he say the wrong thing?

Getting up, he moved over to the bed and she lashed out, kicking in his direction. "Hey!" He yelled, grabbing her leg, pulling her forward. "What the fuck if your problem?"

He saw her face and the hateful look on it, and the marks on her face. His blood suddenly felt like it stopped in his veins. That look… scared him. His eyes widened and he shook his head slowly.

"N-No… Karin…" he muttered, staring at her intently, a hard feeling in his chest. "Don't… don't do that…" He muttered, begging her not to cry. "I didn't mean to say that…"

He had to have sounded like an idiot, but he'd never seen her cry before. She'd always been so annoying, headstrong, angry, and tough. Seeing her like this, in pain, did something to him that made him want to just get away from her and let her be alone at this moment in time.

Letting go of the smooth skin of her leg, he backed up and left the room. The heat instantly consumed his body and he walked off as fast as he could, needed to get away from the room. Leaving the hotel, he just figured he'd wander around until he got tired and then he'd come back.

It was clear she wanted to be alone, and being around her would endanger him and just make her mad.

As he left the hotel and started to walk through the village, he put his hand in his pockets, sighing, his eyes were closing, one of his teeth sticking out from his lips even though they were closed. His mind was racing, and even though he knew why she was so upset, he couldn't help thinking about it.

Everything about her attacks where weak, nothing compared to her real strength. The look in her eyes, the tear stains on her face. Had she been crying before that? Her eyes were already red, and he wasn't paying attention to her because he was tired. Then he was eating. Was she really crying?

Shaking his head, he groaned. He felt bad, and he didn't normally. If he was angry and felt betrayed by Sasuke, he knew Karin had to feel the same way. She acted so in love with him it was sickening and annoying. All the trying to be alone with the black haired male, the physical contact, flirting, and mood swings, it annoyed him.

And now?

She was alone and angry. Karin risked her life to save him, healing him with an ability no one else possessed, tracked down her brother then Akatsuki, acted as a lie detector, shopped, cooked, and was analytical and used her skills, giving everything to Sasuke that he asked for and needed. He was pissed now more than ever.

Continuing down the road, he put his hands behind his head, he sighed, walking off with a small yawn. The sun was beating down on his body, but he didn't feel too crappy. It wasn't as hot as the night before, and it was starting to cloud over, as if reflecting Karin's unstable emotions.

Then suddenly, he realized, this was the best thing that could have happened! If she was depressed and he made her feel better and pretended to care about her well being, she'd be happy and feel inclined to help him find his blade. Then he could go find the others and they could go their separate ways. Oh, it was the best plan, and he knew that it'd work.

Woman loved when men worshipped and comforted them, and even though it would be hard for him, all he had to do was study a few couples throughout the day, copy a few mannerisms, concerned faces, maybe a few sappy lines. It was a flawless idea, so he changed direction, heading to a place where he guessed couples would hang out and go out on dates.

This would be the best thing for him and Karin. He would get his blade, she'd get over Sasuke, feel better, and could continue to go on and do her own thing. They'd all be better off. He just needed to make her feel special, like a star or something, right? He'd figure it out. All he needed was to watch a few couples interact and he could fill in the blanks and make things up from there.

Being in that tube for years at a time sucked, but he knew he could readjust to being around people. He'd gotten used to being around… the thought trailed off and he glared ahead of him and his arms fell from above his head.

Seeing a girl in a short skirt and tight shirt, he sighed. He knew that look. She was trying to get some guy to roll her on her back and have sex with her. Watching a man interact with her for a while, he pursed his lips, watching and listening without staring and being awkward of weird about it.

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After studying couples for most of the day, he figured it was time to return the hotel. He was hot, tired, thirsty, and could sure use a drink. Trudging back to the hotel, he had a few ideas of what to say and how to act, he wasn't sure if this would work. Karin was an angry woman. She was loud and obnoxious. Nothing like the hot little honey's he'd been watching that day.

As he walked through the doors of the hotel, he went upstairs; the two flights seemed like 1000 miles. Going to Karin's room, he put his hand in his pockets, realizing he didn't have a key to her room. Ugh! His water bottles where in this room.

He knocked softly. "Karin…" He muttered. "Please let me in. I'll leave I just want my water."

There was a long pause.

"Karin?" He repeated, resting his head against the door. He didn't want to slide under the door again unless he had to. That would be insensitive, right? Something like that?

He sighed, knocking once again.

"You're out here?" Someone opened the door to the room beside hers. "I sorta figured you were with her. The noise from that room all day."

Suigetsu turned to look at the shirtless younger boy. He had to be around thirteen or fourteen. "What do you mean?"

The younger boy shrugged, moving a hand tiredly through his shaggy brown hair. "All day, she's been screaming and making a lot of noise. I sorta figured that you were with her. Or that black haired dude that was in the room a few nights ago." He yawned.

Suigetsu's eyes widened. Was she crying and throwing a fit? He nodded. "Thanks kid."

The boy snorted. He muttered something about not being a kid, then went into the room closing the door.

Suigetsu's entire body turned to water; he fell to the floor in a large puddle, slipped under the door, his vision and everything disappearing. Coming back to his own form, his vision and all other senses returned. The room was a mess, which didn't surprise him. He'd seen Karin destroy things when she was angry.

Then he realized how warm it was in the room. Even hotter than outside, but how? Looking at the thermostat, he saw it was up to 85 degrees, and the air conditioner wasn't in the window, it was broken on the floor.

Ok, that worried him.

Looking at the window, it was broken, the glass all over the floor. Turning to look around him, the door was broken. Going outside, the lock was broken, it would easily open. He felt his heart started to pound in his chest. Darting back to the room, the door closed, and he pulled the sheets off the bed.

Blood.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

He could hear his heart being in his ears. "Karin!" he moved through the room. Almost all the glass in the room had been broken; blood was on the floor, walls, and all over the bed. Why was he this worried?

How would he get his sword now!?

While he looked over the room, he found a note on the bed. It had Karin's blood on it, or what he could assume was hers. Pulling it open, he bit his lip hard, feeling blood drip down his chin. It had a simple sentence written in blood.

507 Kouu Tani before 6 pm or she dies.

His chest was starting to hurt a lot, the beating of his heart like this was something he'd never felt before. He was worried, and knowing that she might die worried him. It would in a way be his fault. Kind of, in its own special way?

Looking at the clock, he felt his heart drop. He had five minutes to get there, and had no idea where this was, or if it was nearby. Running out of the room, he knocked on the door beside it where he'd talked to the boy he had before. It was in the village and was a small clutch of houses on the edge of town. It took about ten minutes to get there.

Running out of the hotel, he ran as fast as he could towards where he had been told. Seeing the numbers start at around 480 and rise, it was clear they had been abandoned for a while. Breaking down the door, of house 507 and then ran in. Looking around, he wondered if now a good time to panic, his eyes darted around, trying to see something, anything that would tell him where Karin was.

His heart was still pounding and it wasn't until now that he realized something gravely important.

He had no weapon.