Update: Chia's an idiot who apparently doesn't know what "synthetic" means and just assumed it meant human-like and not chemical produced. Please forgive my stupidity and are able to still enjoy the chapter.

Uchiha Obito was renowned for never having much experience with, or much understanding, about technology. In fact, he was the type of guy who his elder co-workers, ironically, teased for being behind the times.

However, that by no means meant that he was completely inept, he knew and had all the basics that were necessary for keeping up with society at the bare minimum: a tv, a laptop, and a smartphone. On top of that, he was quite proud of the fact that he was able to operate all of his workplace equipment…at least, only after he caused a frequency screech through the handheld radio that had the entire police force berating him for experimenting while on duty.

Suffice to say, being called into the meeting room to receive details on raiding an upcoming black-market auction had him questioning the intelligence of his superiors. The Uchiha family been a part of the police force for generations and it wasn't strange for them to know just about every detail of each other. That didn't mean that others were barred against contribution to upholding peace within society, in fact two of his best friends, Nohara Rin and Hatake Kakashi were both specialists who were eager to join him in the trade.

But despite his specialised friends, it still didn't change the fact that he was assigned to handling a large number of dangerous, and potentially explosive tech. So, he raised his hand, ignoring the fact that he was interrupting the meeting and earned himself a frustrated glare from his superior, Uchiha Madara.

"Obito."

Obito released a tense chuckle from the sudden spotlight on him, "Sir, are you sure it's wise to have me on the infiltration squad for this operation? I'm not that well versed in operating and disposing tech safely."

Madara sighed; he knew he should have expected that question to come when he put Obito on the list of people he wanted on the team but still…he had his moments where he hoped for a bit of peace.

"Hatake has successfully supplied the information to appropriate parties that you will be expected to present as the auctioneer. We have reasonable intel that suggests there is a defective synthetic human among the clutter, it is currently the most dangerous out of everything and Obito," The man in question shot up in his seat, "You're the most reliable when it comes talking to traumatised victims and that is how I want to approach this case. This Synth is defective and most likely volatile."

"Understood, sir."

The meeting finished smoothly and Obito began to gear up for his upcoming role. He didn't play the role often, at least not to the point where he was standing in front of a crowd, but he was always prepared for the case.

A knock from the door made Obito turn around to see Rin there with a small smile on her face. He couldn't help but blush at the sight. He had a crush on her from since they were kids, he never had the courage to tell her though out of respect for her feelings for Kakashi. He had long since grown out of his jealousy and childish antics of trying to beat Kakashi in order to win Rin's affections but he hadn't completely given up either.

"Hey, Rin, wassup?"

Rin giggled softly, "You always look so mature whenever you're gearing up for a mission."

Obito was both flattered and offended but only ended up blushing as he nearly dropped his taser. Quickly, regaining his composure, he finished up packing and he and Rin made their way through the corridors to their boss' office.

"Are you going to be alright with this mission, Obito?" Rin asked with slight concern. She knew he was more than capable, she would have had to be blind if she didn't notice her friend's rapid progress throughout the years, but he was also the type to push himself beyond his limits.

"I'll be fine, Rin. Old man Madara wouldn't have chosen me if he didn't think I was up to it. You know how he can get."

Rin gave the man a small smile but the worry in her eyes was still evident but Obito could only return the smile. He didn't want to offer his best friend and love of his life any false hopes. The dangers of being a part of the police force was always there and if he were to get injured while on active duty then he didn't want her to be patching him up while chastising him about an unstable promise.

"I hope you can save the Synth safely. Just try and be careful."

"You know I always do."

Obito waved to the woman a heartfelt goodbye before knocking on his boss' door. The stern 'Come on' followed shortly after and Obito was met with a strange sight. Madara was a stern man and was slowly greying after all the stress from working for more than twenty years in the office but it never effected his dementor; however, today was different.

Uchiha Madara looked warn, tired beyond his years as he stared with fixed eye on the open file before him.

"Old man?" Obito never bothered fixing his habit of calling his family Head that name but he did learn to only refer to him as such in private.

"Obito, this mission in incredibly important. Not only on a societal level but…" He uncharacteristically paused for a moment, took a deep breath and continued. "This case is personal. This Synth's name is Haruno Sakura. She…she was designed especially for me almost thirty years ago, I only saw her a few times during production; however, something had happened and she was smuggled out of the company to be sold on the black market."

Obito blinked; and then blinked again. He had never seen his head so vulnerable before and over a synthetic human of all things.

"Is her being 'defective' a cover?" Obito found himself asking and then winced slightly. He didn't want to sound as if he was asking a professional question but he saw Madara's gaze harden as he tore his eyes away from the file.

"No, she is still defective. Thirty years I have been receiving reports of Haruno Sakura's movements and from what is gathered, she capable of being provoked, will not hesitate to harm others even her own owner but from what I can tell she can be reasoned with."

"She almost sounds human."

"A traumatised human." Madara corrected. "From the moment she was turned on she has only known the underworld. I'm sure you don't need much further explanation. Here's the file. You better read up. I want her brought back in one piece, taking her to get repaired isn't an option unless you want to call Miss Tenten yourself."

Obito saluted half-heartedly before taking the extended file. "Please, don't joke about that sure. Tenten-san is lovely but I don't want to get a check-up before it's absolutely required."

Madara smirked at his great nephew's response and they soon parted ways; but the moment the door closed behind Obito, Madara's face slowly fell into a deep frown.

Since he was a boy he had wanted nothing more to have his own synthetic human. They didn't age, they did whatever you told them to and they're job was to make you happy. He remembered pestering his father and mother to take him to go and see Sakura as she was being built; and he had never seen a more beautiful human in his life.

She was in a cylindrical container filled with liquid and had only been built form the torso up. Wires and tubes were completely exposed from her chest and her bright pink hair floated with effortless grace. Then when the scientists and producers in charge of Sakura told them that after the motherboard was developed she was completely conscious and could hear them was when the android opened its eyes. Striking jade eyes stared down at Madara and he didn't know what had come over him but all he could feel the burning desire to hold her.

But after hearing from his father that his Sakura was found to be defective and was awaiting to be scrapped and remade, Madara felt cold. He didn't want a different Sakura, he wanted that one. He promptly told his father that he didn't care and that he wanted Sakura brought to him immediately.

When his father had returned later that evening with a disgruntled and sour look on his face, Madara knew that his father wasn't able to fulfil his request.

Haruno Sakura, a defective synthetic human had been stolen and her location was completely unknown. Until now…but it was far too late for him to be her owner. She at least deserved someone who was able to see humanity in everything.

The stake out in front of the warehouse long and arduous; Obito and Kakashi had been sitting uncomfortably in the unmarked vehicle for 5 hours waiting for the guards and broker to acknowledge that they were waiting for introduction. Walking up to the door was always seen as a threat; no, in the underworld one had to be invited in first from a familiar source.

When a man and a woman walked up to their car and stood a couple feet away with the headlights directly on them, Obito was the first to get out before he silently signalled Kakashi it was safe for him to drive away and that he would call if anything happened.

Obito wore a mask that hid his face, only leaving one hole to his through, his one remaining Sharingan. He didn't say anything to man and the woman, their masks were distinct and conveyed all the information that both parties need: identification.

They guided Obito into the back of the warehouse where shelves full of trinkets shone and curtains were thrown over the more delicate material. The woman who was walking behind him passed him a booklet containing all current information of the products they had acquired that he was required to study up on in the hopes of attracting the biggest bidder.

When Obito knew that neither of his escorts attention were on him he activated his Sharingan and took in all the information on the tech Headquarters needed to be prepared for before they raided the place. With that out of the way, his real mission began.

Obito looked around the place, it was dark with only the light from flashing buttons and engines to guide them. He knew they were leading him straight to Haruno Sakura but it didn't change the fact that the didn't like being stuck between a rock and a hard place.

They were there to make sure that nothing was left behind or taken from that warehouse.

When they made it to a deadbolted room, the man pulled all the bolts and locks off before allowing their guest to be the first one to potentially fall victim to the known defective Synth.

Obito had read the file detailing everything Headquarters knew on the Synth but she looked almost human, maybe even a beautiful porcelain doll. Her vibrant pink hair fell around her chin and topped with a neat red ribbon, she wore a frilly, sleeveless white blouse, a poufy pink skirt and matching ribbon tied heels. Haruno Sakura sat in an antique armchair, perfectly still with her eyes closed.

Obito couldn't believe she was considered defective but it didn't take long before her eyes opened at the sound of their entrance and jade immediately met black; but during the split second they made eye contact, Obito knew that he had caught the woman's attention.

The Sharingan was a known trait on the police force but more especially on her original master and she had known that. Her eyes immediately closed and her head feel.

"It's usually not this docile. They must have done a good job electrocuting her into submission." The woman said suddenly. "You've seen the product now let's go."

And just like that they left without another look at the synthetic human who had murdered her way through the underworld for survival.

A month later when the auction began the police were swift and effective in arresting all of the participants before slowly clearing out all of the material that were up for sale. Obito watched over and ordered which specialists were to go were to extract certain objects before he made his way to the bolted room with the duplicate keys he had assisted in forging.

Haruno Sakura still sat in the same position in which he had left in a month ago, but nothing about her looked any different.

A small layer of dust was on her shoulders and Obito immediately knew that she had put herself to sleep. It was mechanically impossible to turn a synthetic human off and instead hibernated in order to better fit in with society.

Obito pulled a bracelet from his back pocket that Madara had given to him to neutralise the pink Synth and quickly slipped it onto her wrist before picking her up into a fireman's carry.

The sudden jolt to Haruno Sakura's system didn't take long to wake her up before she was staring at him with silent, deadly eyes.

"My name is Uchiha Obito. I'm an officer of the law and I'm here to bring to safe. It's nice to finally meet you, Miss Haruno Sakura."

Although, he couldn't see her face but he felt her body stiffen. The soft hum of cogs and gears felt like music in his ear. He hoped he hadn't caused her too much of a shock, the last thing he wanted was to be written by the old man to go see Tenten…but then again, he got the feeling he was going to see her regardless.

"Yes." A soft voice replied. "I am. Haruno. Sakura." Her voice was unusually robotic but Obito didn't pay it much mind and instead turned his head around as best his could and offered her a warm smile.

However, when Obito had made their way out of the warehouse, hundreds of his friends and family were bustling around and arresting masked people who were willingly participating in purchasing a synthetic human for unlawful purposes it made him side to his stomach. He didn't even realise he had activated his Sharingan to memorise the body types and the minimal facial features of the woman's capture and enslavement.

He just hoped Yamanakas' department had someone who was well versed in Synth psychology, otherwise he got the feeling he was going to be in charge of their new resident ticking timebomb.

At that moment, as Haruno Sakura was gently placed into the back of the police vehicle, a trauma blanket placed delicately over her shoulders and a warm drink was placed in her hands by one of the medics on hand, she knew that for the first time in her existence on earth, she didn't have to kill anyone and she could live the life she was programmed for. If she understood what the word 'safe' felt like she would have undoubtedly felt her motherboard hum in a comforting pattern and for once enjoy her future hibernation.

AN: Hi everyone,

This a new story that I was completely inspired to write because of the lovely art drawn by Yomi-Gaeru over on tumblr. This story is blessed by being able to use the art is question as it cover, so please go and check them out if you enjoy a ton of UchiSaku stuff.

And don't forget to check me out over on tumblr as well, Kuchia-chan everyone is more than welcome to join the shipping hype.

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