Chapter 1.
Sakura's POV
My life is officially shit. After months of searching for this stupid Otsutsuki scroll in an ancient shrine buried deep within the Fuji Mountain, I, Dr. Sakura Haruno, have fucked up. Not your normal "I'll figure it out" fucked up, it's the big "holy shit, life flashing before your eyes, heart full of regrets" type of fucked up. Yep, that's me. Gagged, bound to a chair with a possible concussion and about to be tortured and raped by a bunch odd looking chaps. Now, this would be a situation where I would normally be able to handle myself, being ranked amongst the best thieves of the 21st century. But nothing and I do mean nothing has prepared me to handle the situation I am now faced with. The last thing I saw before I passed out again is a swirling red eye and a purple eye, like seriously.. Wtf?
"I think she's waking up. Sasuke, is it really her?" the blonde loudmouth yelled at his teammate. "Hn" responded the last Uchiha. "You ever met anyone with pink hair dumbass?" The lazy genius responded. "This is such a drag".
Sasuke's POV
Walking up the pink haired girl, no woman, Sasuke admits to himself as he leans forward to remove the gag from his supposedly dead teammate. Naruto, Kakashi and himself have grieved for their fallen teammate and friend. After searching for years, with no leads and dead-ends, we were forced to give up. We even had a funeral for her, even though her body was never recovered. I guess I now know why there was never a body. This person tied to that chair could be an imposter, a really good one because while I was tying her up, I took the liberty to locate the tiny little tattoo of my clan symbol very low on her right hip. We would be dealing with an S-Ranked ninja or organization to make a near perfect replica of Sakura. It's near perfect because her Yin seal is missing and her hair is now long like when they were younger. She is wearing some strange clothes as well, a thin light beige shirt knotted just above her belly button, paired with a slightly darker beige shorts exposing her very toned legs and a pair of brown boots tied to her feet. Her body has definitely changed since she was sixteen. That was around the time I got very acquainted with it. She filled out nicely, if it was she, that is. Standing in front of her unconscious form, she is inches away from my grasp. I'm just barely holding on to my need for her, not just her body, which I missed dearly, but her laughter and sweet smiles, her temper and those large green eyes he could lose himself in. I reach out to remove the gag and I allow my fingers to brush her soft lips. Fuck, I miss her mouth, those soft lips wrapped around my cock… stop it Sasuke! It might not be her. She is beginning to wake up now, her breathing is beginning to quicken and her eyes flutter open. Its green, definitely green, I didn't even notice how close my face was to her now but I don't care. Its been so long being in her presence. She even smells like my Sakura. That was the last pleasant thought I had before a large forehead comes crashing down on his too close face. She hits like her too. To bad his face had to pay the price of finding that out.