"Fuck! Sasuke!" Naruto cringed as he aborted his restless and unguided sweep of his hands over Sasuke's body and caught hold of his arm; he frowned and his boyfriend as he called for Sakura.

"Naruto, what the hell-" Sasuke broke off as Naruto folded his arm up - gently - to show him the broad gash torn down his own forearm, dripping blood off his elbow; he vaguely remembered deflecting a kunai during the battle, now he thought about it, but he hadn't felt this. . .

"What is- Oh." Sakura shook her head, rubbing Naruto's shoulder and then taking Sasuke's arm from him, moving around them. "I'll see to that, honey;" she huffed quietly, "take my eyes off you for five minutes and look what you get into. . ." she added under her breath, green chakra rising around her hands.