Salvation

Disclaimer; All rights to Naruto belong to Masashi Kishimoto.

Prologue

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The sunshine was sparse where she lived. Though there was a small window-like crevice far out of her reach, it was barred and she had no hope of ever looking through it, but it let in a small amount of light in her dark, dark world.

She'd tried to sit in the sunlight, to let it wash over her skin, sixty-four times to be exact. Every time leaving either a sprained ankle or a new scar from the iron cuffs bound to her ankles and wrists. To some people it might seem downright pitiful to injure herself over a small beam of light but to her, that small amount of sunshine was all that reminded her that there had been a better place before she was captured. That the glorious world full of smiling friends and family once existed outside of this hell wasn't just her imagination.

Her large, jade eyes scanned over the floor, claw marks stretched all around her, as if a protective circle to remind her how long she'd been here, marks from where she'd tried to keep them from taking her away- from experimenting on her, marks from others that had been in her exact position before death had saved them.

Looking down at the loose brown shift they'd given her as clothing, her lackluster eyes brimmed with tears, her body had shrunk, bones protruding as though they were attempting to climb out of her skin and escape. She was covered in a thick layer of caked blood, dirt and she smelled of vomit and urine.

Her hair, which hadn't had the luxury of even a trim over the past seven years had grown well below her knees, it was a tangled and clotted mess, sticking up in all directions with filth and smelled of an old basement.

Scars and bruises of all shapes and colors, some infected and some old and misshapen colored her washed-out skin. She was easily the shade of paper, considering her absolute lack of any form of sunlight, most of the time- light in general.

She remembered, so well, who had put her here- she remembered it now and as long as she lived she would never forgive him for it.

The jingle of silver keys outside her wall sounded and the pinkette slammed her back against the wall, her feet desperately kicking at the thin air as if it would hold back whoever was entering the room. She squeezed her eyes shut so that she wouldn't have to see who was coming for her, she begged herself not to scream, not to appear any more pathetic than she already was.

The roots of her hair began to sting as she was hoisted upwards by the long tangled pink mess, she gasped in surprise and pain as the restraints she was wearing protested to her elevated state. Her eyes met with piercing, cruel red orbs.

Her demeanor softened and her eyes became dull, with all her strength, she lurched forward, spitting into the face of the man who had kidnapped her, thrown her in a cell to rot, subjected her to years of interrogation and sick experimentation. Sasuke Uchiha.

"You are of no further use to me." He said, his now long, black hair falling over his shoulder as he wiped the bloody saliva from his cheek with the pad of his thumb. His face never losing it's calm demeanor, that sickeningly calm attitude in the face of death only made her hate him more.

"For what you've done to Naruto, I hope you rot in hell." Sakura stated calmly, not scared to die here. This is what she'd wanted for years. Death would put her back with Sai and Naruto, Kakashi and Tsunade, all those she'd lost for the sake of this wretched leech.

As he raised his katana, she looked defiantly up to him.

I wish I could have saved you all, please… "Forgive me." Her final thoughts carried off to words as blood flowed down her chest. A neat slit across her throat bleeding her dry, tears of both pain and joy filled her eyes as she lost all sight, a world of complete white surrounded her numb body, she could hear the voices of her loved one's calling out to her… calling her home.

She accepted death with open arms.

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