I in no way own Naruto or any of the characters. Masashi Kishimoto does. I hope you like. This is my first Fanfic so please review and tell me if I was crap, if I was good, and what you reckon I need improvement on.
"Goodbye! See you tomorrow Kimiko-chan!"
Sakura sighed. Finally, after a long and chakra draining day at the hospital, she couldn't wait to get home to her apartment, take a long hot shower and pass out in bed. Taking the usual route home, nearly growling at the cold winter air, her ten minute walk home didn't seem so short anymore. Apart from that, everything seemed fine.
'Well why the hell wouldn't it be!' her inner shouted, seemingly pissed off and sulky. 'It's Konoha; it's always fine, nothing interesting EVER happens!'
Sakura winced, before muttering a few curses and tuning her annoying inner-self out. She started day dreaming about her bed and shower, before coming back to reality, tense. She was only vaguely aware of her inner screaming inwardly.
'THERE'S SOMEONE HERE SAKURA! HURRY UP AND GET YOUR ASS OUTTA HERE!'
Sakura froze, her hairs standing on end. Someone was watching, no, glaring at her, with the intent to kill. The air seemed cold and still, as if time had frozen. She shook her head and forced herself to carry on walking, listening to the echo of her footsteps. They weren't echoes. Someone was following her. She quickened her pace, and sure enough, as did the other.
"Oh please just let this be Sai and Naruto playing another prank" she inwardly prayed, even though she knew it was foolish, this seemed much to sinister to be one of Naruto's annoying but usually harmless pranks
She took a detour into a small shop to try and evade her stalker, buying some chocolate to calm her nerves and allowed it to melt on her tongue, the smooth and sweetness soothing her erratic heartbeat. After several minutes, she left the shop again, certain the stalker had gone and continued on her way. All was calm before the second pair of footsteps picked up again. She broke into a run, her heart humping hard against her ribs. She turned corner after corner, the cold wind whipping her hair about her face and cheeks, trying to lose her follower, a few times, I had seemed she had succeeded, before she heard an amused chuckle and took off running again. She turned her last corner before…
"SHIT! Dead end. What the hell am I supposed to do now!" she turned around trying to look for an escape route, but found none. Maniacal laughter reached her ears, and she tensed, staring to panic. She turned round, nearly crying out in joy at a medium length, rusting pole lying a few feet away from her. She scrambled over and grabbed it firmly in her hands raising it up, preparing to hit the madman following her. The footsteps were drawing closer
"Come out, come out wherever you are, you can' hide forever!"
…
HOLY SHIT! Sakura stopped breathing. This guy was mental! She had just about steadied herself when she saw a hand grip the wall. She held the pole tighter, screwing her eyes shut, and summoning as much chakra as she could, she swung her arms around with as much force as she could, intending to at least break a few ribs and cause internal bleeding.
"TAKE THAT, YOU SICK BASTARD!"
She felt the pole come into contact with something. Squinting, she looked and saw a hand holding the pole, a few inches away from a chest. His chest. Gulping and trembling, she looked up to see a man with dark red hair and who seemed very familiar. She gasped and her heart stopped.
"Sasori!"
He grinned, his brown-grey eyes, alight and dancing with amusement and evil. It was with this small detail she faintly noticed he was alive and human. How was this possible! Sakura had watched him die (if you can call it dying) and had played an active part in his death. Oh well, it didn't matter. She had to get out of there and alert the Hokage of his existence. She focused on him to realise he was talking to her.
"Now that wasn't very nice" His voice was as smooth as silk, but was ruined by the condescending tone he spoke in, waving one finger as if lightly scolding a small child. This served to piss her off.
"Drop dead!" she snarled quickly moving away from him in an attempt to get around him. Too slow.
In an instant, he had swung the pole into the side of her head. A bright light exploded behind her eyes as she shut them. She staggered and fell, hitting the hard, cold concrete floor. She weakly raised a hand to her head, drawing back when she felt something warm sticky and wet. She opened her eye to look at her hand and saw blood. She then felt a sharp jab in her right arm. Hissing in pain, she slowly turned her head to see what the hell he was doing. Whatever colour left in her face drained away in an instant. There, producing from her arm was a thick syringe, a dark purple liquid draining itself into her system.
Poison.
She tried to get up, but the effect of the poison was instantaneous. Her mind slowed down and she started to fall, but Sasori caught her.
"Now, now, can't have my doll, becoming more damaged than she already is." He whispered in a sickly sweet voice, his breath softly tickling her ear. She would have shivered, if it weren't for the fact everything below her neck had become completely stiff and numb.
"Piss of you sick Bastard," her words were starting to slur. 'Damn, that shit works fast!'
"Ah, ah, aah. Now now Sakura, we can' have that sort of vulgar language coming from someone as… beautiful as yourself" a feral smile was staring to spread across his face. He placed her softly on the ground before summoning a clay figure.
"I have the girl, now hurry up and get us before someone notices that she is missing. Just trace my Chakra signature and make sure you aren't followed" He spoke to the piece of clay in and monotone, as if giving someone an order. He turned back to her, smiling smugly. Sakura's face had stared becoming numb, and she felt her eye-lids starting o droop and her head lolled to the side.
"Why are you doing this?" terrified if the answer, she whispered. Her words were slurring so much, her speech was almost incoherent, but he seemed to understand. He looked her in the eyes, kneeling down and running an elegant finger down the side of her face to her chin before hooking his finger under her chin so that she could look back at him. He smiled at her, a reassuring smile that suited his angelic face, almost fooling Sakura until she looked at his eyes, twinkling with glee and laughter at her.
"Because, my little Sakura blossom, I made you and my dear grandmother a promise. I had intended to keep that promise. Unfortunately for my Grandmother, she died before I could keep that promise, though it was about time to. I was going to fulfil my promise to you, but now im not so sure…" He drifted off, eyes trailing down from her face to her body, then back up to her eyes.
"Unfortunately, with a puppet, you can't imitate the life in its eyes, just its features, and I would miss the fire in your eyes when you fight, so I think I'm going to keep you alive, your emotions are to… precious to give up, they make you, well you. I can appreciate that more now that I am alive. How I'm alive your eyes seem to ask? Well that will have o wait for another time!" He grinned evilly and dropped her chin. The last thing Sakura heard were his laughter and the wind picking up as something large over her cast its shadow and swoop down upon them as she finally allowed the oncoming darkness to take her.