I tend to write immediately after I find something that reminds me even the slightest of Sasuke and Sakura. This particular story was inspired as I was having a nostalgic afternoon watching old Disney movies; one of which was Beauty and the Beast. This has been sitting in my drafts for quite a while now. So, I decided to clean it up and publish it because it came out far more beautiful than I could have imagined. I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing the first chapter. I am trying to incorporate as many Naruto Universe characters as well as canon pairings that I can as well. Also, this will probably prove to be longer than most of my stories and I will hopefully update 2 chapters at a time for your convenience:) Though inspired by watching the Disney movie, I am trying to pull more plot details from the original story by French novelist Villeneuve. Be advised, this is rated M for a reason. Language, violence, and many sexual adult themes lay ahead.

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere..I want it more than I can tell. And for once it might be grand, to have someone understand that I want so much more than they've got planned..

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Chapter 1

Cradled by the soft pine and lush green prairies of the old European countryside, lay an intricate rural village that stands tall and proud without any differentiable physical attributes. To any weary traveler that happened to come upon the archaic town, it would look to be as any other.

An older master merchant and a self-proclaimed business man's wife called this village home, reluctantly. Once her days of lush and luxury ran dry along with her income with the passing of her husband, she and her lone daughter settled into the snug little town. Though their watermill home was of the nicest in the village, it was almost inhabitable compared to the mansion they once possessed. Now a thing of the past, the two made due.

The merchant's first and only late husband provided her with the love of her life; her daughter, Sakura. Named after the Japanese spring from where her father originated, she grew into the land's most precious flower. Her beauty was known far and wide, but went sadly underappreciated. The locals deemed her odd and precocious; often spreading lies of her soft pastel pink hair as being the product of dyes and the emerald gleam of her eyes that of the expensive greens she ingests. The envy of the townspeople infected one another like a plague, practically exiling young Sakura. She would often venture out of her and her mother's home into the village in search of something to soothe her constantly reeling mind. The townspeople would greet her like any other, but would not pleasure her with small talk or hospitality of any kind. If her looks did not turn them away, it was her unnerving need to help the young children of the town and her intellect for a more modern approach to medicine. They despised her young heart. The villagers did not admire her need to help. Instead, they found it mistrusting. The townspeople, except for a small few, and for lack of better words, were vultures.

Two green jewels finally settled on a small, archaic book with a densely dusted navy blue binding.

Medicology: A Complete Guide and Illustration

She traced the book's gold trimmed title with her fingertips, wearing a steadily growing grin. She loved discovering new material. Anything to keep her busy.

"So, looks like you've found a diamond in the ruff." the old bookshop's owner pulled her from her thoughts as she reeled over how fun it would be to learn everything this book had to offer.

She offered him up her large grin, "Yes! I can't wait to start this one. I'm going to have to hurry up and finish Anatomy and Physiology I first so I can check this baby out." She had been coming to the old forgotten shop ever since she first stumbled upon it her second day in the village. The owner was not as expected of a dingy bookstore owner. He was strikingly handsome, and all the more attractive as he denounced all the fan girls that would flood him. Sakura wondered if since he was so striking now, how much more handsome he could possibly be under that mask her wore. The silk darkened blue mask covered his nose and mouth and continued down his strong neck. His hair was the color of a rain cloud and sprayed sporadically around his round eyes. He was like a father-figure to her now; someone she would always feel safe with. He was the first friend she had made in the silly little village.

"Go ahead, take it home today." He leant casually against one of the bookcases, completely nonchalant.

She beamed, "Really?! No, I couldn't!"

He smiled with his eyes, "Of course you can, Sakura. You keep me in business. It's the least I could do. Besides you bring me my Icha Icha every week straight from the source and I couldn't be more indebted to you." As he spoke, he slowly rose the trash novel up and began reading where he had left off. Her excitement turned into slight disgust.

"That's so gross I really hope you don't tell women you read that trash. No wonder you can't get a date."

He simply shut his eyes in a smile and added with the most perverted of giggles, "Jiraiya has really done it this time."

She grunted and placed her beloved new book into her small brown knapsack. Jiraiya was an old friend of her mother's whom gave them the cottage they now have. To help with money, she delivers his "romance" novels to the perverts of the village. Hot and fresh from the source.

"Again, gross Kakashi. Anyway, I better be getting back mom is going to kill me I'm supposed to make dinner tonight." She hurriedly started for the door.

He sent her a small wave of parting while still burying his nose in the novel's perverted pages, "See ya next time."

It wasn't a long walk back to their new home, or not so new home anymore. She had called this place her abode for just over a year now. It still hasn't sunken in. She missed her friends, she missed the giant bookstores and shops and kind people. She missed her old life.

Their cottage wasn't so bad. At least, she didn't think so. Her mother loathed it. She despised the size and shape and altogether craftsmanship. Sakura found it utterly adorable, and more efficient for a family of two instead of a five bedroom mansion on a crystal blue lake they never took advantage of.

She took the grey stone steps to the old wood and nail door, "Hey I'm so sorry I'm.."

She let her voice trail as she discovered her mother's uncharacteristically unlively form. She sat at the small wooden table Jiraiya had built for them. "Shut the door, Sakura."

When the door clicked and the afternoon wind became barricaded, she began speaking again.

Her mother swallowed, "Sit down, please."

Slowly, Sakura sat across the way in a matching wooded chair. Her mother obviously hadn't been getting much sleep. Her beautiful skin seemed paler, sadder. How had she not noticed this morning? Her long yellow blond hair hung in her eyes as she avoided eye contact.

Sakura's brows clashed together, "Is everything alright?.."

"I've been given some work back in the city." Well that didn't sound as melancholy as she had built it up to be.

"Mom! That's great!"

She held her cream hand up in protest, silently asking Sakura to let her finish.

"It's only for the weekend, and I must go it alone, Sakura."

Realization flickered across her emeralds, "Oh..I see. Well, I guess that's not too bad. It's only for a weekend."

"Yes. But, we don't have the transportation and servants we once did. I will take the journey completely alone this time."

Sakura slammed her fist into the slick wood, "No! Are you crazy? You'll easily get lost or even worse, killed! No job is worth that!"

"Sakura, please. We need this."

Sakura's angry felt almost tangible, "No. We don't need this. We are surviving just fine here."

"Survivng, Sakura, is not the same as living."

Sakura's eyes widened, "Are you that unhappy, Mom?"

Her mother immediately rose to calm Sakura's misunderstanding, "No! Please, it's not that. It's not you. I just..need more."

"Well don't you think I need more too?! You're always bugging me with when I'll get married and have children and here you are already having done that and still wanting more out of life!"

The beautiful blond's eyes narrowed, "You must wed someone soon, Sakura, or you will amount to nothing. How do you think I got to where I was? Through my own means? Ha! Your father cleared the path for me, as your husband will for you."

"What if I don't want to get married, huh? Look," she pulled the old navy book from her satchel, "Once I get all of this down, I can truly help people. I can bring medicine to this village. I can change the way they look at healing."

Her mother rose from her seat in anger, "That's enough Sakura. I will have no more talk of this. You want to live in this hell hole for the rest of your life? You want to waste that beauty by staying cooped up in here with your nose in a book? Be my guest!" Enraged, she pulled the textbook from Sakura's hands flinging it through the foyer's open window.

"No!" Sakura's arms scattered for the book as she heard it thud outside. Although, the thud sounded more like a small splash. Like it had landed in something wet.

She closed her eyes, arms outstretched through the window still. "No..Please, please." She dared to peek beneath her lids. Her beautiful book, full of information that the village was in dire need of, was settled neatly in a puddle of mud from the morning rain. Its pages, once full of promise, now littered with mud and muck.

"Sakura..look, I"

"I don't care about your plans for me. I have my own." Sakura gave her mother her back, she refused to meet her eyes. "Just go."

She heard soft steps behind her, headed for the coat rack by the door.

"One day, Sakura, you're going to drive a man truly crazy." Her mother shook her head, and exited the cottage she'll never see as their home.

Her mother didn't return that night, obviously showing she had truly gone to the city on her own despite Sakura's reservations. What a stubborn old woman. The next morning, she rose alone. She cooked and ate her daily eggs and toast, and started for the one place she knew she could find refuge.

The village was livelier than normal that morning. The small market district was littered with banners and colorful flags. A festival maybe? She didn't recall anything of importance happening last spring. She finally found a small banner hanging from a shop owner's upstairs apartment window.

Congratulations!

Congratulations? Did someone just announce their pregnancy? Is anyone she know getting married? How could she not know? She snaked through the steadily crowding streets in hopes that Kakashi's shop wasn't full of random "celebrators."

"Sakuraaaaaa" Her body froze mid stride at the sound of her name. That voice. She had familiarized herself with that tone. She knew it all too well.

"Heyyy! Wait up!" Oh God he's closer now. Is her running?

She quickly attempted different escape routes with no luck. The people in front of her were too densely standing together. The people to her left in the beauty shop were coming in and out so fast there was no way she could make it inside in time. He was right on her now.

A masculine rough hand found its way to her shoulder, pulling her around to face its owner. No no no no.

She was met with a blinding white smile, "Hey trying to avoid me, huh?" the boy bellowed a husky laugh, his bright yellow locks bounced along with his chuckle.

"Hey, Naruto." She forced a smile. Naruto was a great and spectacular guy, beloved by all in the village and beyond. But to her, he was like the little brother she never had. That she never wanted.

Suddenly, his disposition faded into what looked like embarrassment, he made circles in the dirt road with his foot "So uhm..could we talk for a second?"

"Hmm? What about?" She began to notice different villagers staring far too intently and far too interested in their conversation.

"Well..I actually don't really wanna do it here." More townsfolk began to gather, almost circling them.

"Naruto, you know you can tell me anything. Do you really want us to go somewhere more private?"

For some reason, her question made his face turn blood red. His bright blue sky eyes widened at her, making him all the more childlike.

"Naruto?...is there something wrong?" she was beginning to get suspicious.

In her peripheral, she saw some men gathering together a 'Congratulations' banner close by. They looked like they were going to open it to a happy couple at any minute. Happy couple. For his life's sake Naruto better be asking her what flavor noodles she wants for lunch.

"Sakura…would you..be my wife? It would honestly make me the happiest guy in the world. And I know you love me too I mean we're perfect for each other. Whaddya say?" He gained confidence throughout his proposal, and flashed her an overly confident smile at the end. She met his smile with an intense glare.

"Seriously?!"

"I knew you'd be cool with it!."

"Naruto.."

"Aw Sakura this will be so much fun I'll build us our own house."

"Naruto.."

"And grandma Tsunade can have your old one."

"No! You over-confident, childish idiot! Do you really think I'd just say yes just like that?! How could you!" Devastated, she pushed her way through the silently watching audience. They no longer had something to celebrate.

"Sakura! Wait! I'm sorry!" she could hear his calls fade as she ran through the dusty roads away from the crowds. Away from him. Away from everything.

No. You're not in love with me. And I'm most certainly not in love with you. How could I ever love someone so arrogant, so confident? I'd rather live alone.

She turned down the beaten narrow path that lead up to her and her mother's cottage. A large wooden hay-filled stable caught her eye as she ran up the stone steps. She stopped abruptly and turned towards the stables, a half grin stretching her cheeks.

Tsunade decided against taking Sakura's most loved salt and pepper haired horse, Yamato, with her on her journey to the city. He was the only remnant of the lux life she once had. Instead, she chose the shiny new horse of a milky white that she had received as a welcome present from the village leader. The Hokage, they called him. The cream horse's long stringy coal black hair hung in his eyes, giving him personality. Orochimaru, she called him. She deemed it fitting due to his odd nature and looks. The journey would take her just at two days. The path she rode for the night she departed was unchangingly beautiful, and filled with ongoing prairieland and laughing children. It ended, however, just as night's mouth swallowed up the Earth, at the entrance of the Forest.

The Forest was home to all the terrors of your deepest nightmares. Bears, wolves, witches and wizards was only the tip of the horrific iceberg that was the Forest. Tsunade had journeyed deep into the thicket once before, but in the belly of a luxury carriage along with her daughter and Jiraiya's protection. This time, she'd go it alone.

I'll ride through the night and rest tomorrow morning. That should get me through the worst of it.

She narrowed her eyes in an agreement to her own thoughts. She hated the Forest. For far more reasons than one. Because of it, her daughter was at odds with her. Because of it, her trip would be all the more difficult. Because of it, Sakura may never see eye to eye with her.

Orochimaru was obviously a younger horse with little to no experience in the field outside of his comfy stable. Her jumped and lurched at ever peep the Forest made, sending worry through Tsunade's already negative thoughts.

A small drop landed on the pony's pure white coat. Rain? It can't be it was just clear..

Thunder boomed through the Forest, sending waves of cold harsh rain with it.

"Yah!" Tsunade whipped the behind of her new young steed, praying to find refuge from the brewing storm that was steadily boiling over.

Without warning, Orochimaru let out a blood curdling squeal and bucked at an unseen foe. His horror-induced actions sent the blond flying, falling hard on the bones in her backside. She let out a panicked yelp and rubbed her back. Visions clearing, she searched for her horse. He was gone.

"Orochimaru!? OROCHIMARU." nothing. She heard nothing but the hot short breaths coming from her own mouth. The chilled night air scratched at her throat with every intake of breath. Rustling. Rustling behind her. She quickly jumped from the dirt forest floor to face the enemy. She could see its breath steaming out of the brush. She could see its yellow-gold eyes peering through the night. She knew what had spooked her horse. And she was no match for it or his pack.

Terrified and out matched, she ran. The already forming puddles provided splashes of mud and water all over her long black coat and soaked into her shoes, making it harder to keep friction. She ran until she felt her heart was to burst. Through the path, she saw a small clearing. Desperate, she brought out her second wind to reach the clearing. Praying for sanctuary from the starving wolves. She made it to the clearing, only to clash with a large, thick iron gate. Her hands clutched the gate, her head collided with one of its bars. The rain hid whatever lay beyond the gate, and she knew whatever it held was better than the wolves. Distraught with muscles threatening to give out, she climbed. She made it over the magnificent fence and jumped to the floor on the other side. She turned to see the fate of the wolves following her, hoping to relish in their defeat. There was at least six of them. Grey and black with teeth and talons aching for flesh. Instead of growling in anger for losing a meal, they were whimpering. One immediately fell back, and was slowly followed by others. They acted as if the gate itself was the devil. Or held the entrance to his home.

Too tired and relieved to think too hard on it, she set out for whatever the land beyond the gate held for her.

Sakura was intensely relieved to find her mother had not chosen her beloved horse to take on her journey. She loved taking him out for rides. It was pure therapy for her.

She decided to take Yamato further out than normal for their ride, in hopes it would clear her mind from the day's events. She let the sun warm her cheeks and bleach her hair as she rode. It was almost as if Naruto's proposal had never happened. She let her mind wonder.

In the East, she noticed a bright white figure eagerly approaching her. Startled, she headed Yamato in the direction of the figure.

"Orochimaru?" she asked aloud to the horse when he was close enough to become recognizable. He was alone.

She quickly dismounted Yamato to take the reins of the still horrified horse.

"Orochimaru calm down! What's happened?!" the horse could not calm himself, sending more hot panic through her.

Understanding, Sakura leaped back upon her horse. "Orochimaru, go home!" The horse happily took her command, and headed back from wince she came. Tears beginning to pool into her eyes, she pushed Yamato's legs to work double-time as she drove him into the Forest.

It was beautiful. No, that word just did not give the structure justice. It was mystifying, glamourous in every way. Like it was built by the gods.

Tsunade had followed the extravagant stone path to a castle rich in beauty she had never seen. It was unbelievably large, with sharp tall towers and a deep blue roof. Its windows were each stained with beautiful richly colored pictures those of which too far into the misting rain for her to make out.

Hesitantly, she approached the silver steps that lead to the extravagant black doors. The doors were beautifully carved with swirls and moons and stars. Within the stars, was a large gold knocker. Her aching fingers closed around the cold handle, and knocked.

Nothing.

She knocked two more times.

Nothing.

It can't be abandoned. The grass is freshly cut, the walls aren't covered with ivy. There has to be at least someone.

She gasped for air between knocks, "Please! I'm in need of help. The wolves..the wolves have barred my passage through the Forest. Please.."

The doors trembled, sending her back away from them. With a loud piercing groan, they opened. She was met with complete darkness. What had opened it?

"Thank you!" too delighted to care, she burst into the warm castle.

The foyer was just as magnificent as the exterior of the castle. It was wall to wall decorated in thick dark velvet drapes and rugs. The light of the moon peering through the spreading rain clouds showed a brilliant staircase that spilt off into two more staircases that led to the halls upstairs. She had to force her mouth to stay in place. It was all so magnificent.

Suddenly, the large doors slammed back into their place. Slumbering once more. She quickly whirled around, "Hello?!"

Fire began to ignite around the room as each wall mounted candle stick brightened.

"Oh wow, she's pretty."

"No, no, no. She is far too old."

"Yeah, you're actually right for once dumbass."

"EXCUSE ME?"

The voices seemed to be coming from all around her, "Who's there!?"

"Please, don't be frightened Miss. We intend you no harm." A large, bulky man came from the shadows the candles could not reach. He look sweet and kind, like a small boy in a man's from. His orange hair was unkept and laid all around his features. His large grey poncho covered his body, only showing his arms bulging with muscles.

"I guess since Juugo's stupid ass brought her in here there's no use hiding from her now." A smaller, leaner female showed herself next. She wore thick burgundy glasses that matched the color of her uneven long hair and bright eyes. She had a scratchy, unattractive voice that pierced Tsunade's ears when she spoke.

"You're probably wondering where you are, hmm?" she blurted, now speaking directly to the weary traveler.

Tsunade nodded.

"How about we get her some fresh clothes and send her on her way? No harm in that right?" The third voice came from behind her. She spun to meet the voice's owner. He was the most frightening of the trio. Sharpened teeth grinned back at her. Their color as white as his flat hair.

"Whaddya think, Karin?"

"Fine. Whatever. Just put her in the library. Just don't let him find her."

Tsunade turned her direction towards the woman, "Thank you, thank you for your hospitality."

Karin sneered at her and straightened her glasses, "Yeah well, you better hope and pray you don't stay long enough to be noticed."

"Noticed?"

The three exchanged odd glances, the large boy changed the subject.

"Come, let's get you warm."

Juugo led her into the room they had called the library. It was nothing compared to any library Tsunade had ever seen. Its walls were painted a bright yellow, or at least the parts of the walls you could see. The circular room was crowded with bookshelves and desks containing thousands upon thousands of the written word. She couldn't contain her awe.

Juugo gave her the poncho off his back, instantly warming her arms where the soggy cloak had been. He seated her in an oversized velvet purple chair next to a fire her started in a massive marble fireplace.

He squatted next to her, giving her a small warning, "The master is not fond of guests, so please understand when I tell you this. Don't touch anything. You are welcome to stay warm here tonight, but you must leave as soon as it is daylight."

"The master?"

He nodded, "Please, he is not the friendliest. He will not go easy on you being a woman. You mustn't touch anything."

Fear boiled up in her stomach, she gave him a silent nod. With that, he left her to her own devices.

An hour passed, and Tsunade regained some of her strength with the warmth the fire provided. Eager to at least wonder at the vast amount of books surrounding her. She started a hand crafted smooth wooden desk nearby, pilled with books of all colors and titles. One of which caught her eye. An old tattered navy blue binding caught her attention immediately. The gold trimmed letters flicked in the fire's light.

Medicology: A Complete Guide and Illustration

Her memory flickered back to the old book she had thrown to the mud. The book Sakura so desperately attempted to save. The reason she may never speak to her again.

She had to take it. She had to reconcile with her beloved daughter. Besides, how could this imaginary master know exactly what she touched in a castle this large? In a room with this many books? The poncho would also prove perfect for concealing the book. Slowly, she traced her fingers of the gold lettering, and picked it up.

She felt a sudden chill as the warmth she had grown accustomed to the last hour stopped. The fire had went out.

"You were requested not to touch anything."

The voice she heard from within the dark sent chills down her spine. It was smooth like velvet and deeper than the large man Juugo. Could this be the master? Could he be even more built than that other man?

She heard footsteps close in on her, coming threateningly close to the light from the large long window.

His feet stopped at the edge of the light, only his eyes were visable. They were slanted, almond shaped. His irises were coated with crimson red. Her kneed began to buckle and shake as she struggled to compose herself to explain.

"My-my daughter, she needs this. I-I-I swear I was only doing this for her sake."

He raised a dark eyebrow, "You will be punished for your misdeed. If you will give her the blame, than she will pay the price."

"Wha- no! No please that's not what I meant! She's so young. She's only 20 she has her entire life ahead of her!"

He narrowed his scarlet eyes at her, "Bring her to me. Or I will fetch her myself."

Sakura's heart pounded out of her chest as she ventured through the Forest. She had rode for what seemed like hours, and there was no sign of her mother.

Just as her hope began to slip away from her grasp, she caught sight of a clearing at the end of the path. Her and Yamato entered the clearing, and was met with a large shining iron gate. Behind it, laid the most magnificent structure she had ever laid eyes on. The gates were obviously locked shut and she doubted anyone still lived in such an audacious place. Displeased with her findings, she pulled Yamato's reigns to continue on. As she did, the old gates began to moan, and slowly open.

She sat on her horse in confusion, "What?.." she wondered aloud.

Completely perplexed, she entered.

"Please..please don't do this." Tsunade moaned at her capturer.

The fire-haired woman held her arms behind her, keeping her from movement.

The large man answered her, "I'm so sorry about this. I did warn you.."

"Shut up Juugo. She's not worth your time. She's getting what she deserves." The female chimed in. He looked away, visibly saddened by it all.

"Man I hope for your sake she's hot, Ma'am. 'Cause if not, we may all be in trouble." The sharp toothed boy muttered. They were all staring at the entrance, waiting for Sakura to arrive. The master of the castle, was nowhere to be seen.

Slowly, the door to the castle opened.

"Hello? Mom?" Sakura's voice echoed throughout the lavish palace. She was met with silence. The place was empty.

"Mom please, if you're here say something! I found Orochimaru, he was spooked he-" something made her sentence end. A dark figure stood in front of her, the light from the open door did not quite reach it.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone lived here."

"What is your name?" the voice that came from the dark cloud made her skin break out in goosebumps. It was the most attractive and deafening voice she had ever heard. It was the kind that only belonged to the men in her mythology books. The kind of men you only could dream up.

"I-uh..Sa-Sakura.." she choked out her words, unaware of how intensely the sound of his voice had affected her.

"You were looking for someone." He answered, it wasn't a question.

"Y-yes. My mother. She has long blonde hair and is about this tall. I found the horse she rode here on without her on it. Please, have you seen her?"

"Yes."

Sakura's expression brightened, "That's great! Is she here now?"

He didn't answer this time. She watched as his form slowly turned on his heel, towards a corridor to her left. After four steps, he stopped, waiting for her to follow.

She scurried after him. The castle rooms was so dark she could barely make him out. He wore a long dark black cape that almost drug at the floor. He was much taller than her, and had thick black hair that seemed to spike into different directions. She found it incredible impolite to skip a little further in front of him, to get a good look at his face.

At the end of the hall to the left of the large staircase, was an opening archway. Inside the room, just beside the fireplace, sat her mother.

She burst into the drawing room, "Mom!" she couldn't stop the hot tears from flowing over her eyes onto her cheeks.

She wrapped her arms around her mother's tired neck. Tsunade did not rejoice with her daughter.

"Mother?..What's wrong?"

Tsunade finally let her eyes meet her daughter's, "Sakura.."

"Get on with it." Karin snarled from behind the lush purple chair in which Tsunade sat. Sakura scowled at her.

"Get on with what?"

Karin grinned a sly smile, "This is the last time you'll see each other. Might not want to waste it back talking me."

Sakura's brows narrowed, "Mom? What is she talking about?"

"Sakura, I-"

"One stays, or I kill you both." The same velvet voice that had greeted her spoke again. Only this time, it was full of malice.

She turned towards the voice, hoping to finally see its owner in full light.

He stood in the archway where she had left him. The light of the fire touched him, and made her gasp. He was undeniably, irrevocably beautiful. Sharp, strong features graced his face. His eyes, the same color of his midnight black hair stared back at her. The malice in his voice did not match his expression. It was completely blank. Unreadable.

"What?.." Sakura couldn't speak. She chose to blame it on the words he spoke. But she knew that wasn't the reason for her increasing heartrate.

Tsunade burst into tears next to her, "Mom!" she reached for her visibly shaken mother, only to be barricaded by large rough hands.

The largest of the people in the room, an orange haired boy, held her to his chest firmly as she squirmed for freedom.

"Hold her tight Juugo. Come on you." Karin yanked Tsunade from her chair, and made towards the door.

Sakura's tears were not from fear, but pure anger. "Get off of her you freak! What the hell is wrong with you people!? LET ME GO."

Juugo's hands were too strong. She could do nothing but watch as her mother was practically drug from the room. "Mom!"

"Sakura, I love you." Tsunade's tears feel onto her lips as she spoke, and she was gone.