Summary: He thought he couldn't be saved. After all, no one knew that he was even alive! But she did. And even after 4 years, she still remembered. And would stop at nothing to save him. To free him again.
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Chapter 1
Cage
Clinging of metal with metal brought him back to his reality. He hated when they came to see him. Or feed him. Hated every one of them. "Uchiha!" A rasp male voice called out as he cringed. How was he supposed to get up after those relentless examinations? And how was he supposed to get up on his feet after getting a high voltage electric shock? No human could do it. But he could. Only he could. After years of tests on his body, he was no more an ordinary human. Because Sasuke Uchiha was an experiment gone horribly wrong.
"Get up! I got your food!"
Sasuke walked over to the bars and hissed at the burns. The white haired male narrowed his eyes at him and scoffed, before sliding the tray from under the slit. Sasuke flexed his neck and waited for the slit to open. There were three levels of cages setup. Box inside of box inside of another box. The inner-most cage was of glass. And then another one of metal bars. And then the last one of mud blocks piled on top of another. A tiny slit on the last one allowed anyone a good peep from the outside. While another slit opened into a tunnel to let the food and other necessities to pass through the second inside the first. Sasuke picked up the tray and scrunched up his nose. A dry loaf of bread and a stale meat piece. And no water. He turned back to the guard and growled. "I got no water."
The guard—a pale twenty year old guy with violet eyes, scoffed and closed the slit, before a bottle of water slid down the tunnel again. Sasuke huffed and picked it up before gulping down the food with water. He left out more than half of the meat. It was almost raw. The last thing he wanted was to get sick and be injected with several new liquids.
He sighed and counted the days since he last saw day light. Only it was not days. But years. Four whole years. Four years two days to be exact. Closing his eyes he imagined his brother's haughty face when he was appointed as the new chief inspector, his mother's smile and his father's smirk. All gone. They were all gone now. Only Sasuke remained. Alone and trapped. And no one knew of his condition. Of his life. Or even the fact that he was alive.
No. She knew. He still remembered her crying for help as he was shoved inside the van. Running after the van frantically to stop them. And then falling down and disappearing behind the lights. And he remembered. The last thing he had seen was her face—covered with dirt and tears, her pink hair sticking on her face. Sakura Haruno. He'd faintly recall her name. But he doubted that she'd recall his. For he knew, no one would've believed her. And then she would have to forget. She had forgotten. He knew it.
Boy he was wrong.
