Sasuke was enraged. The Uchiha couldn't believe Sakura would stoop down to such levels to molest him. He was scarred for life and somehow hated massage even more now.

Sakura is the best masseuse at this hospital. The front reception had tried to tell the angry Uchiha, but after receiving a few threat from the scary ex-rogue, they escalated his complaints to the head medic Tsunade.

Tsunade looked up at the Sharingan bearer looking disheveled and kind of oily, as he stormed into her office. "What…did you not enjoy the massage? Give it another shot, the treatment takes time to kick in."

Sasuke glared at the former Hokage. "This is bullshit, I'm going back to training tomorrow."

"You will do no such thing. Unless you can do the "Y-M-C-A" dance right now with enthusiasm, you're coming back to complete your treatment, Uchiha"

Damn it. Sasuke knew he couldn't do that dance right now even if his life depended on it, and of course the Sannin would see right through that. "Fine. Then give me another masseuse."

"Sakura giving you trouble?"

"She's a f-cking lunatic / pervert". Tsunade leaned back in her chair and shook her head. She knew her bright protege well. Sakura had a good head on her shoulder for the most part, whenever Sasuke is involved, she had the ability to turn as lecherous as a certain white haired fellow Sannin she knew well.

"Uchiha, you're in luck. We are currently cross-training a few shinobis in the art of medical massage. They aren't as advanced as Sakura, but they are qualified to treat you. You will be assigned a new technician tomorrow"

Sasuke grunted, which Tsunade interpreted as the closest thing she would get to appreciation. As he turned his back to head home, he heard her call out after him: "Believe me you need it. You look like hell."

And he felt like it too.

Over the next couple of days….

Sasuke was back in his disposable boxers, with a towel temporarily draped over his lower body. Looking at his new masseur warily, Sasuke got back on the plush bed-table for his dreaded treatment.

Sai smiled back at him widely, with his signature closed eyes. The artist nin was eager to do a good job, and test out his new abilities, and giving a big smile was a sure way of providing good customer service.

"I'll be your masseur today. Looking forward to touching your naked body with my bare hands until you are wholesome again, Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke sweat dropped..."Uh yea….whatever. Do what you need to do"

"Hai" Sai proceeded to unbutton his uniform, revealing his chiseled abs which rivaled the handsome Uchiha's.

"Uh…what are you doing, you weirdo" Sasuke was getting alarmed, and not to mention creeped out.

"Taking off my clothes Sasuke-kun" Smile never leaving his face, the pale-skinned nina was now half naked, ready to step out of his cotton uniform slacks.

"I can see that dumb ass! I mean why the hell would you….STOP!" Sasuke tried to activate his Sharingan to knock him out, but to his dismay his body was still damaged from the stupid "chakra depletion-itis".

Before Sai's slacks hit the ground, the Uchiha swiftly ducked out of the room, not before grabbing his clothes, muttering curses under his breath. "Unbelievable…!"

Sai stood there in his undies, scratching his head puzzled. He pondered what could have gone wrong, and decided the best thing was to go to Sakura for some tips. After all, she was his senpai and most skillful when it came to this new art form he was learning, and he was merely modeling his craft in the exact manner in which she was conducting herself the day before when he was secretly observing them from a crack in the wall, being the diligent pupil he was.