Yo people! This fanfic was inspired by when i found an old spell book fingy somewhere as i was tidying up. Hope you like it!

So far no 'spells' have been used but they will be soon...for no good! Hehehehe!

Enter The Book

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura chimed, a pink blur running up to the solemn raven-haired boy.

"What?" Sasuke grunted, his seriously cold, colder than the ice from the freezer, colder than the ice from the arctic voice spoke.

"I-I…um…" Sakura turned a pretty shade of pink, a deeper colour than her hair as she watched those intense eyes burn into her, right into her soul. The feeling was just like a roaring flame, melting her away, sensational and awesome.

Sasuke rolled his eyes and continued walking. Team seven had just finished another day of cruddy rank D missions, helping old ladies groom their cats, helping old men put on their socks and helping pregnant women get their cravings fulfilled. Naruto had dashed off for ramen and Kakashi had long gone to do whatever he did. So here, Sakura and Sasuke were left to walk slowly home by themselves.

"S-Sasuke-kun! Please go out with me!" Sakura blurted out, her hands clenching together in a little ball pleadingly, desperate, longing under her chin.

Sasuke continued walking, her voice seemed to have absolutely no effect on him whatsoever. He was a human tank, shielded from the outside and shell hardened against all emotion.

"Sasuke?" Sakura whispered towards the calm ninjas back.

"Hn. As it will always be…the answer is no." Grumbled Sasuke bluntly.

Sakura's eyes watered and she fell down onto her knees. Even though these words were oh so familiar to her, they still hurt her every time. They were like a stab wound, healing over time. But just when she thought she was healed, those words, harsh sharp painful words, they thrust into her mind and reopened the cut and she was mentally bleeding. Sorrow, anguish, wanting but not getting, was like a wash of acid, spilling from her gentle eyes.

"S-Sasuke…" The pink haired girl sobbed kneeling in the middle of the field. Sasuke walked on, disappearing like a speck of dust. Well actually, he was more like a speck of stubborn grease, Sakura tried to wipe it away, but he was there, stained into her heart.

"Little girl…" An old woman's voice called softly from behind.

"Wha-What?" Sakura mumbled startled. Why had she not sensed this woman?

The woman's face was hidden deeply within a white hood, but her voice was crackly, hoarse and eerie, this betrayed her of her age.

"Are you alright dearie?" The white-cloaked geriatric asked, a scarily thin bony finger touching Sakura's right shoulder.

Sakura stood up immediately, backing swiftly away, her eyes wide in fear and tension, "W-Who are you?"

The woman cackled. Yeah, just like some sort of evil witch. Then she cocked her head to one side and pulled her hood down.

"I am…Madame Asshull…"

Sakura gasped, the woman's face was absolutely hideous…hideously beautiful that is. The only reason it was in any right hideous is because it wasn't what Sakura expected. This face, revealed under the darkening sky, was smooth, happy and so pretty.

Sakura looked from the woman's face to her revoltingly pruney hands, "M-My damn asshole?"

The woman shook her head frowning slightly, her sheeny shiny gold hair falling luxuriously around her shoulders, "Madame Asshull."

Perhaps this woman knew a jutsu like Tsunade, which made her look young? And if so…why were her hands so…grotesque?

"Um…I've got to go now…" Sakura mumbled nervously, as she turned to leave. This woman was really freaking her out, and soon it would be dark and Sakura wouldn't want to be with such a creature in the dark.

"Wait!" Madame Asshull hissed urgently, "I can help you! Just let me give you this!"

Sakura took a very old leathery book from the woman, with her cold shaking hands. She untied the gold ribbon binding the small battered book and peered tentatively inside. Every stinking yellow peeling page was totally empty.

"What is it?" Sakura asked sheepishly, looking up, to see that the old woman had vanished. Sakura scanned the fields. She was completely alone.

"O-Okay…this is giving me the willies!" Sakura whined fearfully, as she shoved the book into a pocket and then sprinted for home, just as it began to rain softly.

She was somewhere in the middle of Konoha, halfway to home, when that wrinkly book, decide to fly out of her pocket and land plop into a puddle.

"Shit!" Sakura gasped, as the rain pelted down on her like ferocious mini water balloons. Sakura pulled a face as she pulled the book, dripping with mud up between a thin forefinger and thumb.

When Sakura finally got home, she rushed straight into the bathroom and tore her clothes off for a nice warm bath. Soft therapeutic bubbles and warm comforting water to wash away her heartfelt pains.

"Ahh…" She sighed as her clammy body sank into the pleasant warmth. She closed her eyes and lay there soaking, relaxing and soon she fell asleep.

In her dreams, she saw herself, running naked through the fields, towards a hunched figure that was Sasuke. Realising that she was nude, she stopped and blushed. Sasuke turned around and glared at her, but then grinned. A massive hole opened up in the ground and engulfed Sakura, she was falling towards warm darkness, and maybe it was hell?

"Bllerg blurble ggggarrg!" Sakura squealed as she awoke sharply to find that her head was submerged under the soapy water.

The soapy water burned her eyes and her mind hadn't quite realised where she was or what was happening. She was drowning and no one was there to help her. Hmm…perhaps I was wrong?

"Sakura!" Her mother screamed, yanking the pink haired girl out of the water. Sakura gasped and choked, before grabbing a towel and flinging it hastily around herself.

"What the hell were you thinking!" Sakura's mother bellowed, halfway between anger and relief.

"I-I'm fine, just fell asleep." Sakura muttered, grabbing her clump of clothes and disappearing into her room. Sakura plonked herself onto her pink duvet covered bed and sighed.

However, Sakura's mother was not so easy to be rid of.

"SAKURA! Don't you walk away from me!" She yelled, waving a wooden spoon around, "You could have drowned! What's the matter with you these days! It's like you're in another world!"

Sakura eyed the spoon confused and then spoke whilst her mother paused to breathe and glare furiously.

"Were you in the kitchen?"

Sakura's mother growled, "Of course I was! Can't you see this God forsaken spoon!"

Sakura frowned and slipped into her nighty, "I'm tired, can I go to sleep please?"

"You haven't even dried your hair yet! You'll get some rheumatism disease or something! No!" Her mother snapped.

"Mum…please."

Her mother opened her mouth to object again, but then seeing how exhausted and emotionally worn her daughter looked, she left without another word.

Sakura snuggled up comfortably, but she didn't close her eyes. She stared expressionless at the blank wall as her mother clicked the light off and closed the door. Soft thuds of her mother's footsteps descending and then there was silence.

The girl turned over to face the rest of her room, her mother had taken the dirty wet clothes, but the book was still there. Lying limp and quiet on the plush cream carpet. Sakura cursed silently, the muddy book would surely stain her carpet and mud stains weren't that easy to get out.

"Jeez." Sakura grumbled, as she kicked the covers aside and stumbled over to pick the book up. She examined the book with her hands. There was no mud. Surely this was illogical, as the book was coated in muck when she brought it home and no one had touched it since?

Sakura flicked the light on and glared at the leathery book, it was absolutely spotless. Even the wrinkly old bits had gone and all was left was a brand new book. She pulled the ribbon apart and the book sprang open, the pages were still blank, but white crunchy fresh snow.

"What the?" Sakura gasped as the book began to shake in her fingers. She dropped the book; it acted as if it was alive. Sakura leapt onto her bed pulling her covers protectively up to her chest. The book was hopping at her, like a dog, about to lick her ankles. Sakura's breath became quicker, as she panicked and didn't now what to think. And soon enough after so much hyperventilation…she passed out.

Hmm...I realise it was a little angsty, but i wanted to play with some words you see, so hope you found the words cool! Reveiw please! Because reveiws are like my oxygen, and without it i will turn blue... -