Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters.

Pairings: Kabuto X Sakura, Sasuke X Sakura

Author's note: It is rated as T for suggestive themes not suitable for children. This is my first official fan fiction, however, I don't mind constructive criticism. But please no flames without a valid reason. Additionally, I would also like to apologize ahead of time, since it is also my first time writing anything regarding sex. The vagueness of the act is intentional.


Somewhere between the years, between the adolescent youth of Sakura's memory, lies a door, locked and bolted.

There is no key.

Shoved so far back, it almost seems to not exist at all.

In it lies a fragmented memory, tainted with blood and white sheets. It reeks of formaldehyde, from his hands and hers. There is no light, just sound.

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There are nights when the memory re-emerges, seeping through the cracks of her unconscious.

Sakura is taken back to a time when Sasuke was everything.

When Kabuto's offer of a truce was too good to give up.

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Sakura doesn't recall what happened at the beginning. Doesn't remember how she got there. Just that it had happened.

There was a sweetness in how Kabuto treated her, but she suspected he didn't know how else to treat her in such a situation.

He hadn't kissed her to begin with, not really, more of a whisper between lips.

He'll be saved.

It wasn't so bad at the beginning. There were light touches in simple places, brushes along her cheeks, fingers intertwined in her hair.

Then his fingers had roamed elsewhere, to her hips, down her legs. Then up again, taking the fabric along. His breath became ragged as his fingers brush along her bare thighs, inching their way high and higher until the touch of lace stopped him.

As he shed the only thing between them, he took an intoxicatingly deep breathe in a place between her neck and her hair. Sakura wasn't sure if he had done so to smell her or if he was just chilled. She remembers being cold.

Sakura remembers the words Kabuto whispered as he leaned in, pressing himself into her.

He'll come home.

And that's when she heard him breathing into her ear. Not words this time, but echoes of words, in ways she can't understand.

Before the end, she heard the sounds around them, his grunts, her gasping, the friction against the milky white sheets, and the brush of skin over skin.

And then he left, taking the warmth with him.

When the echoes of his steps down the hall are gone, there are no noises, just the sound of her breathing. It isn't until later that she notices the blood.

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There are things that happen that Sakura doesn't remember, or doesn't want to.

The only thing that matters that Sasuke is back.

But she remembers the sounds and sometimes it's enough for her to remember the lingering touch of Kabuto's fingers.


Hopefully this wasn't too out of character. I tried not to, but it must have slipped.

You may interrupt it anyway you want. But don't you think if Sasuke lives and Oreo dies, Kabuto had something to do with it? I hope I delivered or hinted the unspoken reason why she let him and why he took her.

After writing this, I must conclude, the ending sucks. Maybe I'll continue this and explain some things. Or better yet, I'll rewrite it someday. If you have any questions feel free to ask.