EDIT: I received a review from someone who signed it as 'Anon'. Thanks for the review, but I didn't actually mean he used the dead Uchiha to rape women… I can be messed up but I draw the line stuff like that. I've re-worded it so hopefully others won't make the same mistake. Thanks for pointing that out by the way!

Disclaimer: I don't own shit… or Naruto

Okay, let's pretend for the sake of this fic that the recent chapters of the manga haven't happened. I hope you enjoy it! Also, when I mention the outfits worn by the prisoners, it's a similar design worn by Elizabeth Swann in 'Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End' When she is aboard Sao Feng's ship. Only Sakura wears the hat, though instead of only covering the front of her hair like in the move, this covers all of her hair.

p.s the title means the defeat of someone thought to be invincible. I'm not saying Sakura is, or thought to be Invincible, but I think it sort of fits if you think about the shinobi (in general) that are against Madara/Tobi/Whoever the fuck he is anyway, plus I really like it : )

'Clack'

'clack'

'clack'

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, while at the end of it, prisoners stood lined up against a wall. Some shivered in fear. Others cried. Some clutching each other desperately, afraid of what they knew was coming. One, however, stood at the end of the line, glaring hatefully down the hall at the approaching figure. Said figure arrived in front of the prisoners, a cruel smirk lighting his handsome face. Many of the prisoners froze in terror at the dark aura he was emitting. One, still just a young child, began to edge away in a last minute attempt to escape. Unfortunately for her one of the guards stationed at a nearby door had spotted her.

"Oi, get back in place and bow before Madara-sama scum!" Sakura snarled as the girl was dragged back to her position by her hair, crying out and tears streaming down her face.

Ever since they had lost the war, this had been normal. Anyone who had survived had fled across the ocean and began building a resistance. She, Hinata, Gaara, Temari, Naruto, Neji and Shikamaru had been a few of them. Despite his brash behaviour, Naruto was intelligent enough to leave with them and not go rushing into battle to avenge their fallen comrades. Instead, they had remained inactive. They grieved for their lost friends, and plotted to destroy the bastard who had caused this. Sakura, Shikamaru and Neji had been named squadron leaders and given their own mini armies to train, while Gaara and Naruto both had joint leadership over the settlement that had become their new home. No-one objected to this, knowing that it was thanks to them they were all alive. Unfortunately, for many months things had been silent. They began to grow anxious at the lack of news when a woman and her two children arrived on their shores, looking stricken. After she had calmed down she told them what she knew. It was horrible.

After the remaining allied shinobi had fled, taking as many civilians as they could with them, Madara, Kabuto and their Edo-tensei army moved from village to village. They killed anyone who stood in their way and destroyed everything, making space to build a new empire. After this, things had been silent for a while; the 'main palace' where Madara resided was where Konoha used to be. It seemed that his plan after destroying everything was to revive the Uchiha clan and make it the 'master race'. Sasuke and he had set out to find as many suitable, strong kunoichi they could find to give them heirs. Sakura had to stop herself from throwing up when the traumatised woman had told of how Madara even went as far as to revive old Uchiha's and have them participate in his plans. He had them target the younger generation, taking girls as old as six sometimes. Their plans were to 'brainwash' them, train them until they were at least ANBU level, then hand them over to either Madara or Sasuke to produce heirs.

It was sickening.

She also spoke of how she and some survivors had carefully planned to escape the new and brutal rule of Madara, but they had been ambushed, and everyone else had been slaughtered. In between sobs, she told them how they had cut open her husband and slowly tore his insides from him before ending his life by crushing his heart, The assailants had then moved onto her and her children but they had been saved by renegade shinobi, one of them a puppet master from Suna, who had brown hair and wore purple face paint. Temari and Gaara looked hopeful at the mention of their brother, but the woman didn't have any more news on him or the other shinobi that had accompanied. This was troubling news and Sakura truly felt for the hardships the woman had endured and was thankful for the information she provided as they could now begin to fight back.

Upon receiving this news, the women was given counselling and a house where they could live. Then the wheels were set in motion. They gathered as many able shinobi as they could and began planning. The objective was to kill Kabuto first; without him, the 'army of the dead' wouldn't be able to function. Then were Madara and his army of white Zetsu's. For once in Sakura's life, Sasuke wasn't her, or Naruto's, top priority. She just hoped she could be there when Naruto killed the monster she used to love. After months of careful planning and excessive training regimes, the majority of them set off, with Gaara, Naruto and Hinata and another hundred staying behind to provide protection for their new home should anyone attempt to attack them. Naruto hadn't been pleased at being forced to stay behind, but he couldn't be allowed to go. He was sated when told that as soon as Kabuto and Madara were dead, he could come and fight Sasuke because sadly he still naively believed that Sasuke could be saved.

When they had reached the mainland, they were horrified by what they say. Everything was dark due to dust, despite it being daylight and although this meant they could move around more easily, the destruction screamed at them. In the next few days as they travelled separately in groups, Sakura came across many places she could vaguely recognise, and had to swallow past a lump in her throat as she remembered the vibrant trees, flourishing plant life and active wildlife that had once been; now everything had burned and was dead. They reached what was once Suna, and Temari couldn't stop the tears from flowing as she laid eyes on the rotting corpses of her brother and other Suna shinobi that hung from a giant thing that was similar in appearance to a giant crucifix. At the base was a metal plaque that read clearly in kanji:

'THIS IS THE FATE THAT AWAITS THOSE WHO ARE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO GO AGAINST THE LAWS OF MADARA-SAMA AND KABUTO-SAMA.'

They closed their eyes in a moment of silence, save for Temari who was sobbing uncontrollably. It helped to know they died a hero's death, but staring up at their corpses, looking into the empty sockets where their eyes should've been, Sakura knew that nothing could justify what had been done to them. After Temari had calmed down, she had begged Sakura to allow her to bury them. It pained her to deny Temari's wish, but that had already been there for too long and had to regroup soon. She promised her that after they had killed the bastards then Kankuro, as well as the many other dead, would have their own memorial services. As soon as this was said, they set off for the three day journey in the direction that would take them to Konoha.

Once they had regrouped, Sakura has ecstatic to find that Neji's squadron had picked up a merchant travelling to Konoha, one who knew the layout of Madara's version of Konoha. After his mind had been inspected by a Yamanaka to make sure he wasn't a spy, the strategized on what to do next. They decided that Sakura, Neji and any Hyuuga's and Yamanaka's, or anyone else with any sort of bloodline (though Sakura stayed behind due to her hair), should stay behind lest they be recognised and their cover blown. They rest would slowly enter Konoha as discreetly as possible and blend in with the rest of the civilians. Sakura had gone with the infiltrators, staying in the trees to be kept hidden. Upon reaching the gates of Konoha, she gaped as she set her eyes upon a giant structure that she could see over the tall walls, blocking her view. Intrigued, she climbed higher until she was at the top of the trees and poked her head out of the leaves to get a better view. Her mouth dropped completely. There before her was a giant palace that spanned over what was half of the previous village and where the Hokage Monument should have been. It wasn't your typical gothic castle with spiked and towers. No, this was grand. The main building was giant with separate buildings surrounding it, all connected by bridges and she could make out the small figures of what was most likely guards patrolling. The roofs were curved into domes and archways, some glass and some what appeared to be marble. To top it, the main building had a giant banner handing from the base of the roof with the Uchiha fan emblazoned on it. The buildings surrounding it were smaller, but in a similar design while those closer to the entrance were in a more traditional Japanese design. Sakura made these observations, a voice in the back of her mind making the similarities between the scene before her and a picture in a fairytale more prominent. The Palace is where a kind Emperor should have resided, while the closer buildings would have been the homes of Nobility and the smaller houses would be the citizens that were well treated and loved their ruler. If only. Despite its beauty, the air was cold and she could feel the despair of the helpless citizens crushing her.

Nothing happened for a while, the exception being the occasional shinobi contacting them with new information. Then, at the end of the second week, an opportunity arose. Some women were being gathered and sent to what was previously the stone country, where they learned Sasuke resided there, so the majority of the guards would be busy making sure none of them escaped, leaving an opening into Madara's Palace. They had selected some shinobi to stay within close proximal of the vehicles they would be using to transfer the women, and when given the signal (a distinct whistle they were to strike and retrieve as many as possible. She, Neji and a handful of shinobi led their shinobi into the Palace, Temari led her shinobi to retrieve the women and Shikamaru stationed his shinobi around the village, to fight off enemies and help as many people as possible escape. They waited patiently, and soon as the women had started being ushered away, the Signal was given.

All hell broke loose.

While she was sure that Temari and Shikamaru had it hard on the outside, she and Neji had it worse. It was like he had anticipated an attack of some sort and there were more guards than previously thought. Still, they managed to hold them inside for long enough, and soon one of Shikamaru's shinobi had been sent to tell them to retreat. They killed the last of the guards and ran. They had made it out of the village, Sakura and Neji leading, and were on their way to catching up to the rest, when their path was blocked by at least 50 white Zetsu's. They needed to save as much chakra as possible, so Sakura grasped for an easy way out. At that moment, her brilliant green eyes noticed something.

'They are literally producing from the ground, so for the time being they must be a part of the ground. Destroying it probably won't kill them, but it should guarantee us enough time to escape while they recover.' With that, she gathered an impressive amount of chakra in her foot and stamped on the floor. The ground cracked, leading to the frontline of Zetsu's before exploding, sending huge pieces of rocks with the white mutants still attached flying through the air and leaving a clear path. She began motioning for the others to go ahead, waiting until last incase anymore appeared. When the last man had gone, she checked behind her to see if anyone was pursuing them, eyes narrowing in suspicion when she saw no-one. She went to leave, but gasped in horror when a hand appeared from the ground and grasped her ankle in a painful grip. She looked down, staring into the eyes of a half produced white Zetsu.

"Where do you think you're going, Sakura Haruno!"

She felt herself being dragged down, gaining speed as she went further under, she looked up, desperately searching for something to grab hold of but finding nothing. With a final shriek of 'NEJI', she was pulled under and everything went black.

When she came to, she was in a beautiful room and lying on a huge bed that was so soft she immediately assumed she had died. Then the events of before came hurtling back and she leaped from the bed, cursing when she realised she had been changed into a night gown while asleep and her chakra had been sealed. She ran to the door and began to frantically jiggle the doorknob, knowing she was foolish to not have anticipated it being locked. After a few more fruitless attempts, she gave up and began searching the room looking for possible escape routes, but finding none. Half an hour later, the lock on the door clicked. She grabbed a chair and held it in front of her, feeling slightly reassured that she had some form of weapon even though it wouldn't do much to protect her. However the person who entered her room wasn't a guard, a Zetsu or even the ruling prick himself, but a maid. She kept her head bowed as she entered the room with exquisite leafy green coloured garments in one hand, a tray of food in the other. Sakura watched her warily as she placed the garments on the bed and food on a table before turning to face her, head still bowed.

"Good evening, Sakura-sama. I have brought you some food. I will return in half an hour to assist you in getting ready." Sakura faltered at this, not expecting it. Suddenly the maid was at her side. She had taken the chair from her hands and was leading her to the table. She set the chair down and gently but firmly pushed her into the chair. Sakura protested all the while, but it seemed they fell on deaf ears as the maid completely ignored her, bowed and backed out of the room.

"Please eat and as I have previously said, I will be returning in half an hour. If you have not eaten, I will be forced to feed you and then assist you in getting ready." Before Sakura could say anything, the maid had retreated and locked the door behind her. Sakura sat staring at the food, really against eating it. Her instincts screamed at her, claiming it was probably poisoned, and while Sakura wanted to go with her instincts, reason won out.

'There is no actual proof that the food is poisoned, and honestly it shouldn't be. If he wanted us dead, he would've had us killed by now. There's always the probability that it's been drugged but we'll just have to take that chance. Better to eat something and regain some strength in case I need it later, which I definitely will.' Grimacing, Sakura began to eat whilst trying to ignore how good it tasted. True to her word, the maid returned in half and hour, accompanied by three others, causing Sakura to stiffen.

"Why the hell are there four of you? Honestly I can dress myself." She stated haughtily, however the maids did not react, all had their heads bowed. The one that had come earlier spoke.

"We have come to assist you in bathing and dressing, Sakura-sama." She said blankly and they all moved towards her. She darted up and away from them, eyes wide.

'What the fuck!' Again, the maid appeared next to her, and hauled her into a bathroom that was joined to the room she had been in. she had faintly noted that the bathroom was as large as the bedroom, the bath big enough to be a pool instead of a bathtub.

'Damn, she is strong!' She thought disjointedly as she watched two of the maids run her bath while the other one began undressing her as what seemed to be the leader of the four had held her firmly in place.

The two running the bath had begun to add oils to the bathwater, creating an aroma that began to make Sakura feel dizzy as the scent attacked her senses. As soon as the bath had finished, she was literally thrown in, head going under. She had opened her mouth to shriek from the shock and her mouth was instantly filled with soapy, bubbly water. She surfaced, spluttering and coughing but managed to move away in time as the maids came towards her, preparing to grab different parts of her body.

"What the hell do you think you're doing! If you want me to bathe so much, I can do it myself! I don't need you guys to do it for me so if you don't mind it like it if you'd leave - "She had stopped short as she gazed into the eyes of the maid for the first time. She might as well have been staring into two small glass orbs. Her eyes were completely void of any emotion. Sakura was so shocked; she almost missed what the maid was saying.

"Unfortunately that is not possible Sakura-sama. Many have tried to commit suicide when left alone; therefore it is the orders of our Lord to ensure your health and safety. So you see, we cannot comply with your request."

So Sakura had been forced to spend the next few hours being thoroughly scrubbed by maids with dead eyes and cold hands, even in the heat of the bathwater. Sakura couldn't remember a time in her life where she felt more embarrassed, and was thankful for the heat of the water as it hid her flushed cheeks. When the bathwater was lukewarm, she had been lifted out and sat on a stool as she was dried and they creamed her. Now Sakura was even more embarrassed and there was nothing to hide her flushed cheeks. When this was done, a towel was wrapped around her hair and a robe around her body and was led out of the bathroom, smelling sweet and very unshinobi like. She sat back down at the table and was given a glass of water while the maids sorted out her garments, checking for any creases. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and a man entered the room, a beautifully designed hat in his hands.

"Is this Sakura Haruno's room?" He had asked, eyes wondering round. They settled on her and a smirk formed on his face at what she was wearing.

"Ah, yes it would appear that I have the right room."She had scowled at him and flicked her middle finger up, to which he snickered at, observing her appraisingly. One of the maids rushed towards him, holding her hands out to receive the hat.

"Excuse me sir, but you need to leave these chambers. Sakura-sama isn't decent and it is improper for you to be here." The man looked away from Sakura and to the maids bowed head, nodding slowly and handing her the hat.

"Of course, forgive me. I was sent here to deliver this hat. It has been requested by one of the higher ups that Sakura-san wears this, as they believe his Lordship might find her hair offensive." Sakura raised an eyebrow at this as she idly sipped her water. They thought her hair might offend him. All the better reason to have her hair out. The maid took the hat, bowed to the man as he left and closed to door. She placed the hat delicately at the head of the garment. She noticed that while the garments were beautiful, they weren't exactly practical should she get into a fight, but she was satisfied to learn that it would do. She had started when she noticed one of the maids was stood in front of her.

"We are ready to begin dressing you, Sakura-sama." She had nodded, stood up and walked to stand by the bed, knowing that struggling was pointless.

'Resistance is futile.' A small voice in the back of her head had said, snickering and she allowed a small humorous smile onto her face as she allowed the maids to dress her. First were her undergarments, which also happened to be a green colour. Next was a light green top with wide sleeves that stopped above her elbow and a matching pair of trousers, almost matching the colour of her eyes. She wasn't good with materials but she guessed that it was probably silk. After that came a sleeveless floor length cloak with a high collar, a darker shade of green, and kept closed using a sash. The hat was the same colour as the cloak, completely covering her hair with two strings of thread hanging down to her chin, containing leaf shaped charms. They were attached the hat using the same charms, only bigger. Though before placing the hat on her head, the fashioned her hair into an intricately styled braid, before wrapping it into a bun and securing it with a comb that was, once again, green. At this point, her curiosity got the better of her.

"Okay, can someone explain to me what's with all the green?" She had asked exasperatedly. One of the maids reached for a small velvet box and opened it to reveal a small silver chain with the Konoha symbol on it and Sakura's eyes had widened at the sight.

"The usage of the colours green, as well as this necklace, is to show my lord that you were formerly of Konoha. The same process is used for females of other former villages, for example Suna females wear beige colored robes and Kiri females wear blue coloured robes. They also wear a necklace with their former village insignia upon their necks." Sakura nodded, not knowing what else to say. After the hat had been placed on her head, shoes were slipped onto her feet and she was led out of the room by the head maid, the other three moving to make her bed and remove the empty tray. As they had walked through the halls, guards sneered at her, muttering under their breaths. Not allowing this to bother her she had let killing intent to wash over them, shocking them, and had continued down the hall to their destination. Finally, they reached a junction, leading off to four different corridors, on set parallel to the other three. She had been instructed where to stand and with that, the maid had left. Soon enough, other females had started arriving, and Sakura's eyes widened in horror and disbelief as realization washed over her.

'HOLY SHIT! I'm being whored out to Madara Uchiha!' She had began working on breaking the chakra seals placed on her as subtly as possible so as to not alert the guards waiting nearby. Soon enough, all the females had assembled and daunting footsteps were heard.

'Clack'

'Clack'

'Clack'

And here she was now, watching a child being forced to stand before the Uchiha, who was smirking cruelly as she cried before him. He observed her slowly, everyone holding their breaths in fear. After a while he nodded in approval and motioned to the guard holding the girl by her hair.

"She'll do. Bring her." The guard nodded and hauled the girl up, holding her under his arm as he followed Madara down the hallway. Sakura's eyes widened in horror as she watched the girl struggle against the guard with all her might, screaming to be released and pounding her small fists against his back, arms, anywhere she could reach. She couldn't be any more than eight years old. Some of the women gasped as fresh tears poured down their faces and some of the other women, also dressed in blue, cried out to the girl (whose name she learned was Koyuki) but couldn't get to her due to the laughing guards that held them back. The girl's desperate cries for her mother was the last straw for Sakura and she grinned dangerously when she felt the sudden rush of chakra through her system. In an instant, she was beside the guard and had snapped his neck, grabbing the girl and handing her to the other Kiri girls as she prepared to fight off more guards. After defeating about five more, a deep voice interrupted the fighting.

"Stop." As soon as the order was spoken, the guards fell back. Sakura was half crouched, hands in front of her and ready to attack. Most of the women and girls were cowering behind her, while she noticed that some of the others had come forward to assist her. She sent them a small smile of gratitude, which they returned half heartedly, though it was wiped of her face instantly and her face paled as a dark chuckle resonated through the hallway.

"Well well, I wonder which one of you was foolish enough to start this, hm? It was you weren't it, Leaf kunoichi? No other shinobi else would be foolish enough to allow the cries of a girl to affect them in such away. Then again, Konoha shinobi have always been a bunch of sentimental fools." She snarled at the direct insult to her home village and comrades, a quick glance around told her she was the only one in green, so he had to be speaking to her. Instead of responding, she glared coldly at him. He chuckled at the ferocity of her glare.

"My, my! Such a temper you have." He approached her slowly and she heard the little girl whimper as he drew nearer. He tilted his head as he observed her.

"What's with the hat, my dear?" Not waiting for a response, he swiftly raised his hand. She had a suspicion that he was going to strike her, but held her ground nonetheless and braced herself for the oncoming impact. However, instead of striking her, his hand made contact with her hat and knocked it from her head, putting her pink hair on display. Gasps and whispers emitted from behind her as they recognised her and she felt dread creep up inside her as she(foolishly) looked into Madara's eyes to see them shining with joy and malicious cruelty.

"I thought I recognised you, my dear. You were Sasuke-kun's ex teammate. The prized apprentice of the fifth Hokage, one of the best medic nins in the shinobi nations and the little girl who defeated Akasuna no Sasori, Not to mention best friend of the Kyuubi." He grinned and she could see it was pointless pointing out that she's only helped to kill Sasori. She stiffened as he bent down to her level, one hand resting on her neck as he whispered into her ear.

"If you come with me, I'll leave little Koyuki alone." Her eyes widened. That bastard! He knew that she would accept that to save the girl. She felt like saying no to spite him, but the soft sobs of said girl reached her ears and her resolve weakened, shoulders slumping.

"Fine! But only if you stay the hell away from her!" She hissed back angrily. He smirked triumphantly, stood up and held out a hand to Sakura. After assisting her up, he walked over to one of the guards and whispered something to him. The guard nodded and Madara returned to her, leading her down the hallway. Sakura looked over her shoulder at the other females and saw them being ushered away by the remaining guards.

"What's going to happen to the rest of them?" She asked quietly as the turned a corner and the others disappeared from sight. Madara simply shrugged.

"They are returned to their homes until the next time I need them." She glanced at him in disgust but said no more as the travelled in silence. After a few more minutes of walking, they came to a pair of huge, grand, double doors signalling they had arrived at his chambers. Suddenly he was behind her, pulling her wrists with him and immobilising her.

"Ah, one more thing before we enter..." He trailed off and Sakura felt her chakra being cut off. He released her and she rubbed her wrists, growling as he smirked knowingly at her, both entering the room.

"Can't have you attempting to kill me now, can we? Not that you could but still." She silently cursed the smug look on his face as he removed his outer robe. There was a knock on her door and a maid appeared with some clothes in her hands. Madara took them and dismissed her, closing the door and tossing them at Sakura.

"Get undressed and ready." She caught them and turned to enter his joint bathroom, however found her path blocked by the bastard, who gripped her shoulders to prevent her from going anywhere else. 'Damn he's fast!' she thought as she glared at him. He simply smirked cruelly.

"I never said you could go in there Sakura-chan. Get dressed here." She glared defiantly at him.

"No!" His smirk simply widened.

"I guess I'll just have to help you then." With that said, he quickly tore her clothes from her body and removed her shoes, despite her shrieks and protests, and pulled the short nightgown over her head. He kissed her neck, smirking as she stiffened, and looked up to take in her ruffled appearance. Her cheeks were flushed red in anger and embarrassment, and her hair had come out of its style. He ran his hand through her hair, but she slapped it away and headed towards the door.

"And just where do you think you're going?" He asked, highly amused by the actions of the rosette in front of him. Not bothering to look at him, she put on her shoes and continued towards the door.

"I don't know, and I don't fucking care. Just as long as I'm far away from you as possible. I don't have to put up with this shit..." Her hand reached out to pull the door when he spoke again.

"And what about dear, little Koyuki?" She stilled completely and he grinned, knowing he had already won. "You made a deal with me Sakura-chan, incase you'd already forgotten. But if you really want to cancel it, I guess I'll just summon one of my guards and go fetch her." Sakura's hand clenched angrily and she spun around angrily, eyes blazing. She kicked of her shoes as she stomped towards him and shoved a finger in his face.

"You... You are a prick! I can't believe you would stoop so low as to use a- " She was cut off as he grabbed her wrists, using one hand to hold both of her hands to her chest, the other hand coming up to her mouth, holding one raised finger against her lips as he backed her towards the bed.

"Shh, Sakura-chan. We'll have none of that kind of language from you." She opened her mouth to retort, but gasped in surprise as they fell backwards onto his bed, his body completely pinning her beneath him.

"And if I carry on with 'that kind of language'?" She challenged causing him to smile coldly.

"Then I'll have Koyuki transferred from her rooms to mine." Her eyes widened in realization at his words.

"You said that they would be returned home!" She hissed angrily. He smiled condescendingly at her, twirling a strand of her hair around his finger.

"Oh don't worry, the others were returned home but after I saw how submissive you were when I threatened sweet little Koyuki, I just had to keep her, if only to ensure you hold up your end of the deal." She glared at him, and to his delight he could see tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

"If you lay a finger on her, I swear I'll -" But she was cut off by a derisive snort from him.

"Honestly my dear, I'm quite disappointed on how little you think of me. I'm not a paedophile for God's sake, though I won't hesitate to harm her if you go against me. She is merely leverage, and will remain safe as long as you do as I say." Sakura opened her mouth to curse him, but was stopped when his mouth crashed down on hers in a searing and dominant kiss. Sakura was so shocked; she simply lay there, unsure of what to do. She was brought back when his mouth moved from her to her neck. He found her pulse and bit down harshly, drawing a gasp from her. He then proceeded to suck it, before returning to her lips, and she was faintly aware of the taste of blood on his lips. He pulled away from her, eyes gleaming sinisterly.

"It seems I have silenced you Sakura. It's a miracle." He mocked her, chuckling as he lifted her up and brought her to the head of the bed, laying her down. He moved out of her line of sight, but she heard the tell tale rustling of clothing indicating he had most likely removed his shirt. Soon, the lights had gone out and she felt the bed shift beneath his weight. He held back a gasp as his arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his bare chest. She shivered as she felt his hot breathe on the nape of her neck. They lay in silence for a while, and she pondered the events of the past few hours. Finally, her frustration got the better of her and she turned round to face him, glaring into his coldly amused eyes.

"Why me? What is so interesting about me that you would keep me here, using a child as leverage against me, instead of simply killing me." He pulled her closer to him, arms wrapping around lower back, causing her to blush and involuntarily arch into him.

"You are a kunoichi who was once a part of the village I founded and now hate. You are beautiful and powerful and it seems that you have inherited the famous 'Will of Fire'. I'm going to enjoy breaking you, my Sakura-chan." The last part sounded so sinister, she turned back around in his grasp to prevent him from seeing the tears that had appeared in her eyes. She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled.

"Sleep well, my dear. You're going to need it." Sakura clenched her eyes shut, finally allowing the mental and physical exhaustion of the evenings events catch up to her, only one thought going through her mind before sleep claimed her.

'What have I gotten myself into!'

So… What do you think? I hope it was okay, because this was a creation of my subconscious. Yup, that's right. I fucking dreamed this and I have to admit I woke up slightly scared that I would dream something like that. Anywho, I had an urge to write it and I did, so I hope you enjoyed it. Now all I have to do I consider whether I leave it there, or continue it. Either way, if I decide to continue it, I'm waiting until I complete 'Revenge', which thankfully should be over soon.

Thanks for reading :)