( HEY! LOOK HERE! -- If you read this when it wasn't from Sakura's point of view, I suggest you read it again. I personally like it a lot beter this way, it makes a lot more sense and Kakashi isn't as OCC :o)

I was running…

The city lights blurred in my vision, my heart was pounding in my chest. The door ways that lined the alley whizzed by my eyes, all boarded up, closed up, no way to escape from the half mad man behind me.

"Caught you, Cherry Blossom" his voice thick and powerful. The lust tinted in his accent caused a sensation not all unlike glass fragments being poured into my ears. Like a bottle of fear was being pouring down my throat, and I was choking on it.

His strong arms closed around my small body. I tried so hard to pull away. But his vice grip prevented escape. Pushing at his chest and digging with my nails, I tried to make him let go.

Now shaking my head from side to side, I tried to prevent his lips from finding mine.

But they did anyways.

The firmness of his mouth was pushed against my pursed miniature. I could feel his hot, rough tonuge shove its way past my viced lips. I was scared. More scared than any mission I've ever been on. I couldn't believe Kakshi was doing this to me.

I couldn't do anything now. My limbs fell to my sides, useless against him.

I couldn't do anything but let him kiss me, again, and again, and again. The wet and burning uneven pressure send me reeling into oblivion. Not the blissful oblivion she had heard about from Ino, Tenten, and Hinata. But the deep senseless kind that made me shutter and try to pull away.

I didn't want this; I never had, and probably never would. Sure I've thought about it. Teenage dreams of seducing a teacher, right? But this wasn't it.

His hands pushed at my top, spreading calloused fingers over my stomach. A parched moan escaped from my lips, pardon the situation. And I instantly regreted it.

"Sakura? SAKURA?!...sakura" his voice rougher than before. Not cutting my up inside like razor blades, more like dull and rusty kitchen knives. His strong hands roughly pulling my shirt over my head, I couldn't help but let out a surprised yelp. Now I really knew where this was going.

"Sak...ra...?" He sounded frustrated, at my clothing perhaps, maybe me for not acting more co-operative. His emotions were wild and unpredictable, twisting, turning, painful and confusing. The point was, he didn't care.

Before I could respond, his mouth was hot on my neck, collar bone, everywhere accessible. The sensation unbelievable. But I opened my mouth against to scream, but he was right there again.

Rusted and drippy pipes blocked a broken door leading off the alley. It felt like Kakashi hardly had a second thought as he pushed me through it. Now instead of just tasting a nervous sweat and cherries, he got a tongue full of salty blood. A lose-lose situation.

Falling fast, I spread my hands around trying to grab something in the dark, cold room. Opening my eyes for the first time in minutes, I could see my attacker. His spiky hair and lithe muscular body barely noticeable in the room. The room lit by a single red light bulb in the corner. So there wasn't much light in general.

Cracking my back against the concrete wall, I felt a yelp of pain escape my bruised lips.

This isn't happening. This must be a dream.

"Kak..Kakas…Kakashi…"

But it was happening. My former sensei had cornered my like a rat. Stalked me like a piece of prey. And in one swift blow, brought it down.

Slamming and locking the broken door Kakashi, he reached up to grab the door frame to hang his head down against the wood.

Crumped now, I saw my life flash before my eyes.

Isn't that something that happens before you die? Is what he's going to do to me worse than dying?

I wasn't sure.