Lovely Monsters
Chapter One
Disclaimer: I may not own Naruto, but... Well, that's it. I don't own Naruto. I don't own 'Monster' by Lady Gaga either.
Ah, yes. My newest chapter story, and the first in my tidal wave of new stories. I'm sure you're all excited. If you've noticed, my chapters tend to be short. Well, no more. This is going to be the first long chapter I've written, so bear with me.
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Sakura: My script, I can't find it! I'm about to go on, where is my script?
Naruto: Sakura-chan, you're holding it.
Sakura: Oh. Thanks.
Sasuke: You're stupid.
Sakura: You're an ass.
Sasuke: I'm aware.
Itachi: Little brother, stop flirting and help me out over here.
Me: On set, people! CD ready? Good, ACTION!
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~Don't call me Gaga
I've never seen one like that before
Don't look at me like that
You amaze me~
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Seventeen year old Sakura Haruno peeked at her father from the staircase. He had dark, almost blood red hair and dark green eyes. Blood red is quite fitting, in fact, considering how often he had beat her until she bled. She herself was beautiful, under the bruises she covered with cosmetics. Her hair was long, and a beautiful pink, while her eyes were like emeralds. She was small, dainty, and seemingly fragile. But if she were truly as fragile as she appeared, she would be long dead.
Her father sat on an old plaid couch, guzzling a beer. He grabbing the remote, flicking channels until he reached the news.
A pretty Asian woman was finishing a report on the television. She spoke elegantly, with a flow to her words, "- The company reports that the experiments are, in fact, dangerous. However, because they lack human intelligence, they will not attack unless provoked. If you see one of the creatures we've shown pictures of earlier in the broadcast, please call the number written at the bottom of the screen. They have abnormal powers, so do not confront them! The owner of the company will, of course, be held responsible for all damages associated with-"
Her father turned of the television, peering around to stare at his daughter. He rose up and walked towards her, his hand tightened around an empty bottle of alcohol.
Sakura attempted to shy into the corner, away from her father's cruel hands.
"I have to go to work soon," Her father grinned menacingly. "So, Happy Birthday." And with that, her father brought the bottle onto her head.
Sakura felt a familiar warm substance on her face, and she knew it to be blood. She lay motionless on the floor, until her father left the apartment. Then, she sprang up, racing to the bathroom. She picked out little glass fragments with tweezers and tended her wound with disinfectant. She hissed at the pain as her head throbbed.
With shaking hands, she pulled out a white bandage, placing it over her cuts. If anyone asked, she could always just say she hit her head. Isn't that how it always went?
Her father was gone now, and Sakura wanted fresh air. She never left the house during the day, except for school. Even then, she came straight home. If she didn't, her father would be angry with her. So, she walked around at night. She wasn't worried. What's the worst that could happen? Would someone kill her? Please, Sakura had been waiting for that day for seventeen years. But she grabbed a pocket knife anyway. After all, today was her birthday, and in one more year she'd be free. It'd be a shame if she just carelessly got murdered.
On that positive note, Sakura left the house, wandering down the street, where the only light came from dimly lit light bulbs in the street lights.
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~He ate my heart
He a-a-ate my heart
(You little monster)~
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"Sasori, do you think they'll find us, yeah?" A voice piped, the owner shrouded in the dark of the night.
"I suggest you pray they don't." A different voice, presumably Sasori, answered.
"What'll happen if they do find us?" A third voice wondered.
"Do you know what a frontal lobotomy is?" Sasori muttered.
"What is it, yeah?" The first voice piped.
"Don't let them catch you, and you'll never find out."
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~He ate my heart
He a-a-ate my heart out
(You amaze me)~
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Sakura passed the old abandoned house at the very end of her street, where 'Harrison Lane' intersected with 'Main Street'. That house had been abandoned since even before her father was born, so Sakura had never found it very interesting until now. The reason it was so suddenly interesting? She had seen someone move, fluttering the curtains inside.
Someone moved. Inside an abandoned house.
Despite better reasoning, Sakura made her way towards the front door of the house, curiosity getting the best of her. Every fiber of her being told her not to turn that door knob, but did she listen? Do they ever? The answer is a big fat no.
So, despite common sense, she stepped inside, and was knocked to the ground by a wall of sand.
She let out a grunt of pain as she hit the floor.
"Gaara, stop! She's not from the lab!" A male voice called out.
As suddenly as the pressure of the sand hit her, it stopped, releasing her and slinking into the darkness.
"Whoa! She's cute!" The owner of the voice rushed forward, tackling her.
Sakura knew it, she was going to die, right here. In a creepy old abandoned house. This thing was going to rape and kill her on her birthday. She just knew it. She knew that this person hiding in the old house was going to kill her, why else would he be-
Why in hell was he nuzzling her cheek?
He separated their cheeks, and Sakura looked into his eyes. His beautiful, cerulean blue eyes. He was tan, and his hair was blond. He had a goofy kind of grin.
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~Look at him
Look at me
That boy is bad
And honestly
He's a wolf in disguise
But I can't stop staring in those evil eyes~
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Another boy with red hair pulled the cerulean eyed boy off of Sakura. He was beautiful, too. He was pale, but his hair was a bright red. His eyes were a seafoam color, but he looked as if he hadn't slept in a long time. The kanji for love, and Sakura was surprised she could remember any japanese being scared shitless as she was, was tatooed on his forehead.
"Kuwaii! What's your name?" The blond one prodded, "I'm Naruto! That's Gaara!" Naruto was like a child, Sakura could tell.
Gaara only stared at her, as if he was mesmerized. Which, although Sakura had no idea, he was. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was nothing like the hideous harpies who toiled away in the lab.
"I'm S-Sakura Haruno," Sakura was visibly shaken, attempting to slide away from Naruto.
"Sakura-chan? So cute!" Naruto hugged her again.
Sakura paled, wondering who in hell these people were.
"Naruto, we have to wake the others." Gaara mentioned.
Sakura turned, surprised to hear his voice. It was quiet, and seemed distantly sad. The complete opposite of the obnoxious Naruto.
"No," Naruto whined, "I wanna keep her all to myself! Teme will just steal her! She's mine!"
But it was too late, Gaara had already left.
Sakura gulped in her realization. There were more. More of whatever they were. She could vaguely recall some of what that newswoman had said, about experiments escaping, and they had special powers of some sort. Whatever they were, that Gaara boy had hit her with a massive amount of sand. So, to be quite frank, she was not pleased when she found out there were more.
"Gaara," Naruto made another attempt to call out, "Don't you dare wake them-!"
But before he could finish, another boy had tackled Naruto to the ground.
"What the hell is wrong with you, letting a human in here?" He shouted, slamming Naruto into the floor. The new boy was deathly pale, and had jet black hair, spiked backwards. His eyes were a deep, cold obsidian.
Sakura could only stare in her shocked stupor. She was pulled out of the stupor by the realization that she was no longer pinned to the floor. With that, she bolted out the door, running as fast as her feet would carry her.
Sakura faintly heard, "Sakura-chan, wait!" However, she ignored it, running towards her house. Her old tennis shoes thudded against the pavement as she ran, panting towards her home.
Unfortunately for her, though luck had never been on her side to begin with, she was tackled to the ground by a boy with brown hair.
Sakura let out a pitiful scream, but was quickly silenced by the boy. With all the grit and determination built into a seventeen year old girl, she bit down onto his hand, drawing blood.
"Ow!" He growled, jumping off of her.
Sakura turned to face her assailant, a glare on her face to match his own.
"What did you do that for?" He growled, baring canine like fangs at her. His hair was shaggy and brown, and there were red triangles tattooed on his cheeks. He was crouched in a way that he was relying heavily on his legs, ready to spring forward in a moment's notice. Quite like a dog would, in reality.
"What did I-? What did you do that for?" Sakura shot back, standing up and assuming a fighting position. She knew she was no expert at self defense, but she knew a few moves that might save her, if well aimed.
"You were running!" The boy nursed his hand, glaring at Sakura still.
"Yes, and you were chasing, smart ass!" Sakura accused, standing strong. Even if he killed her, she would not back down.
He suddenly offered a grin, "I'm Kiba." He offered his other hand, the un-bitten one.
Sakura ignored the offer, continuing to stand in her fighting position.
"Right," He pulled his hand back, "They sent me to catch you."
"They?" Sakura raised an eyebrow. "You mean the boy who hit me with sand, the other one who cheek-raped me, and the one who assaulted the cheek-raper?"
Kiba burst into peals of laughter, "Ah, uh, yeah! Them. You can't leave, you found us. Understand?"
"So," Sakura took a cautious step backwards, "You're going to kill me?"
"What?" Kiba gave Sakura a mocking laugh, "That's stupid! Of course not!" He lunged forward, grabbing her wrist, pulling her towards the old house.
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~I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor
Baby
We might've fucked not really sure, don't quite recall
But something tells me I've seen him, yeah~
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Kiba had shoved her into the center of the room. The three boys from before looked her over.
"Sakura-chan, if you hadn't seen us we would have let you go." Naruto whined, taking a step forward.
The boy with black hair stopped him, "Naruto, don't talk to her."
"Sasuke, that's a little harsh." Kiba growled at the black haired boy, "She's harmless."
"Excuse you?" Sakura turned to glare at Kiba, attempting to save whatever was left of her pride. Haha, good one. Sakura having any pride left.
Gaara, who was ever silent, took a step forward, poking her forehead.
"Oh," Naruto gasped, "She's hurt!"
Sasuke, who Sakura assumed didn't like her much, looked slightly curious. He spoke in a cold manner, but he wouldn't have asked if he wasn't curious, "How did that happen?"
"It's not your business." I scowled.
"Well, how did you heal it?" He asked again, taking a step forward.
Sakura, in return, took a step backwards. She had no desire to be closer to them. She spoke cautiously, "Disinfectant and a bandage."
Sasuke lunged forward, grabbing her hand, and pulled her towards the stairs. "Come with me!" He ordered, rushing up the stairs, dragging an unfortunate Sakura along.
Sakura wondered to herself how many times this could possibly happen to her tonight.
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~That boy is a monster
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster
Er-er-er-er~
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Sakura nearly gagged at the sight before her. There were multiple people in sloppy blankets, and the stench of blood was everywhere.
"Heal them, then." Sasuke pushed her forward, towards the people. He stayed in the corner, watching her with a suspicious eye.
Sakura, due to her being a captive and such, knelt by the closest person. He had red hair, lighter than Gaara's. His eyes were closed, and he was wincing in his troubled sleep. Slowly, as if she was afraid he would crumble under her touch, she lightly pressed her hand on his forehead. He was burning up.
Sakura removed the blankets, and to her dismay she found dried blood staining his pale chest. She whipped around, her voiced laced with urgency, "Listen, Sasuke. I have to go home."
He stiffened, ready to pin her to the ground.
"No, no. Don't worry, I promise I'll come back. I need supplies from my house. My father is a doctor. I can help them, if I have the tools." Sakura explained, taking a few cautious steps forward. If these people didn't trust her, then the injured ones would surely die.
"Very well," Sasuke allowed, "But I'll accompany you."
"Alright, let's hurry then." The two ran from the house, towards Sakura's home.
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~He ate my heart
(I love that girl)
He ate my heart
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)~
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She arrived at her house, rushing to the medical supplies she had stolen and hidden from her father. She grabbed everything she knew she would need; disinfectant, bandage wrapping, a sterilized needle, stitching thread, a thermometer, multiple ice packs, and large amounts of pain medicine.
"Where did you get all this?" Sasuke wondered, surpirsed.
"I told you, my father is a doctor." Sakura huffed. Ironicly, the man who healed other people was the constant source of pain for Sakura.
She shoved the items into Sasuke's arms, grabbing a few clean blankets herself.
"Are you sure you can heal them?" Sasuke gave her a wary glance.
"Well, I'm sure going to try." Sakura offered a weak smile, as they ran back to the abandoned house.
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~He licked his lips
Said to me
Girl you look good enough to eat
Put his arms around me
Said, "Boy now get your paws right off me."~
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She eagerly attended them, patient by patient. The others would watch her warily, and Naruto provided names for each face.
The red haired man was Sasori. His injuries altogether weren't so bad, only some cuts that required disinfectant and bandages on his chest and legs. Sakura left an ice pack on his head, so the fever could be reduced. She asked Gaara, who seemed relatively trustworthy, to monitor his temperature. He didn't respond, but did as she asked.
A blue man, yes blue, was named Kisame. He was an incredibly large, burly sort of man. If he were standing up, he would tower over her. He had multiple bullet wounds in his back, which Sakura successfully treated. She'd learned to deal with bullet wounds back when her older brother was still alive. Gang fights and such, you know? The wounds weren't life threatening, and he was stable within a few minutes of their removal.
A man with black hair hanging loosely around him was Itachi. He was awake, Sakura could see his ruby eyes with speckles of black in them. She tried to avoid staring into them, they creep her out a little. Although he was awake, he was clearly in a confused state. He was moving his mouth swiftly, as if talking, but no words came out. Sakura grimly noted his injuries. There was a large stab wound that punctured his left lung. She cautiously injected pain medication within him, and began to stitch his wound. There wasn't much she could do for the lung, that would have to heal on it's own. The lung would need to be pumped, and he seemed feverish.
Sasuke interrupted, "Will he be okay?" He looked solemnly at the man, and Sakura suddenly realized how similar they were.
"Sasuke, is Itachi your brother?" She asked, turning to look at him.
Sasuke assumed she was avoiding the question, "Yes. Is he going to die?" His voice wavered ever so slightly.
"No, he should be fine. The wound is not infected, and will heal with the help of the stitches. He may have problems breathing deeply." Sakura offered a pitiful smile to Sasuke. No wonder he was so set on having her help the people.
Sasuke let out a small sigh of relief.
Deidara, a man with long blond hair, was more or less alright. He had wounds on his shoulders that required minor stitching, but other than that he was alright. He was fast asleep, snoring slightly. Sakura undid his ponytail, letting his hair flow freely around him.
"It's not very comfortable to sleep with a ponytail." Sakura softly scolded, before moving on.
The next man, Hidan, had short silver hair, but his wounds had already healed. Sakura was about to question why, when the man himself interrupted her.
"Who the fuck are you?" He frowned, sitting up. His eyes were a stunning violet color, and he had a strange necklace.
"Ah!" Sakura squeaked, scooting back, "I'm Sakura. Ah, if you don't mind me asking, where are your wounds? I mean, there's blood on your sheets but..."
"I fucking regenerate," Hidan glared at her, "Now go the fuck away."
Not wanting to anger the slightly scary man, Sakura moved on to a different man.
This man also had silver hair, but his was spiked upwards. Naruto said that his name was Kakashi, and he was wearing a strange mask. Sakura began to pull the mask down, thinking it would disturb his breathing, but his hand shot up and grabbed her wrist.
"Please don't," He smiled weakly under his mask.
"But," Sakura frowned at him, but decided it would be better to respect the man's privacy, "Fine." His wounds weren't on his face anyway. She quickly taped up his injuries, which weren't life threatening, and moved on.
There was a man with incredibly long black hair, his name was Madara. He had an infected gash in his arm, which Sakura carefully treated, and had a fever. Sakura silently cursed. Today was a hell of a lot more complicated than her usual walks. She placed a cold rag on his forehead, and continued to tend his infection.
"The others are in that room," Naruto mentioned.
"But they're all fine. Just sleeping." Kiba grinned, flashing his sharp teeth again.
Suddenly, it clicked. Kiba and his sharp teeth, Gaara the sand man, Kisame who is blue. Sakura knew who these people were. She managed to squeak out, "You people, you're the... You know, experiments?"
Their faces visibly darkened as Sakura realized her mistake. In her fear, she lunged forward in a frenzied attempt to escape. Again.
Her body was overcome with a numb feeling, and she couldn't move to take another step. She had, quite obviously, failed at escaping. Again.
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~I asked my girlfriend if she'd seen you round before
She mumbled something while we got down on the floor
Baby
We might've fucked not really sure, don't quite recall
But something tells me that I've seen him, yeah~
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Sakura grimaced as she felt her legs take a step backwards, against her will. She was going to die here. The monsters had lured her in to heal the injured and now they were going to kill her and- Well, who the hell cares what they do after because then she'd be dead!
"There's no need to be scared of us." A voice murmered from across the room. It was another boy, with a spiked black ponytail. He looked utterly bored and uninterested.
"No need?" Sakura repeated, feeling anger build up inside her, "No need? Are you serious?"
"Sakura-chan," Naruto tried to cut in.
The numb feeling was released, in the crowd's shock.
"Shut up, Naruto!" Sakura growled, "Let me tell you, creep! I was hit with a wall of sand! Where the fuck did he get sand, anyway? And then Naruto there tackles me to the ground and molests my cheek! Then I try going back to my crappy little life, pretending none of this ever happened, but no! Dog breath over there tackles me to the freaking pavement! Next, chicken ass hair over there decides that I'm going to heal all of these half dead people that I barely know! After all that, I find out you all are the deranged escaped experiments that are on some sort of dangerous freaking rampage, and you have the nerve to tell me not to be afraid?"
"Sakura, calm down," Kiba frowned.
"Chicken ass hair?" Sasuke mused.
"But Sakura-chan is so cute. I just wanted to cuddle." Naruto whined.
Looking into his bright cerulean eyes, Sakura felt a twinge of guilt. But she would not give in. With a huff, she turned away.
She felt a tug on her sleeve, and she saw Gaara, looking at her pitifully without saying a word. Sakura felt herself calm down. Gaara just had that needy aura that made Sakura unleash her inner mothering instincts.
"I... Uh..." Sakura mumbled, her head beginning to spin.
"Sakura, we are not going to hurt you. I promise. My name is Shikamaru," Shikamaru sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
Then, Sakura hit the ground with a thump.
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~That boy is a monster
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster
M-M-M-Monster
That boy is a monster
Er-er-er-er~
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Sakura woke up staring into cerulean eyes. Needless to say, she screamed, sliding away from the blond.
Naruto ginned, announcing, "She's up!" He grabbed her hand, pulling her to a standing position. He draped a protective arm around her, whispering, "Don't worry, Sakura-chan! I won't let them get you."
Sakura scanned the room. The boys had multiplied, and she was surrounded.
Lovely.
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~He ate my heart
(I love that girl)
He ate my heart
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)~
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Naruto made sure to properly introduce everyone to Sakura. Every. Single. Freaking. One.
There was one with long silver hair and two red dots on his forehead. His eyes were a pretty yellow. His name is Kimimaro, and he was quiet.
A boy with an orange mask and black hair didn't hesitate to tackle Sakura to the ground, proclaiming his love for her. Naruto pulled the clingy male off and told her he was Tobi. By his age he was a man, but maturity wise, not so much.
There was a tan man covered in stitches, who was named Kakuzu. He was slightly, sort of, abso-fucking-lutely terrifying.
A man, Zetsu, with green hair was probably the least normal one. He was half white and half black, with yellow eyes. When he spoke, there were two different voices, and Naruto told me that he eats children. Zetsu insisted that Naruto wasn't telling the truth, but Sakura wasn't so sure. She backed away, you know, just in case.
A boy with long brown hair and pale eyes was very polite. His name was Neji Hyuuga, and he bowed in respect and thanked her for healing their injured. Sakura was relieved. Finally, there was a gentleman in this world. Maybe chivalry wasn't dead, just in a coma of some sort.
Sasuke then tackled Neji to the floor, and they began to fight.
Sakura sighed. Nope. Definitely dead.
A boy with light blue hair was named Suigestsu. He grinned and seemed like any easy going type. He asked Sakura if she had any water, and Sakura promised to bring some. They had running water in the old house, but the pipes were old and it tasted horrible.
Why the pipes were still left running, Sakura would never know. The city officials can be so brainless.
There was a beautiful person named Haku, with long black hair and soft, kind black eyes. Sakura thought Haku was the prettiest thing she'd ever seen. Poor Haku, having to deal with all these boys by herself.
"Oh, by the way," Naruto whispered into Sakura's ear, "Haku is a boy."
Sakura froze. "What?" She sighed. Of course.
She could tell that this night wasn't ending anytime soon.
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~He ate my heart
He ate my heart
Instead he's a monster in my bed~
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"We need your help." Naruto admitted.
"Help us take care of them." Sasuke commanded. Although it was a statement, the look in his eyes told Sakura they needed her.
Sakura sighed. Without her, the people would surely die.
She knew she had to help. Isn't that what doctors do? She couldn't leave people in need.
"Alright, I'll help you."
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~I wanna Just Dance
But he took me home instead
Uh oh! There was a monster in my bed
We french kissed on a subway train
He tore my clothes right off~
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"Really, I have to leave." Sakura pulled her arm from Naruto's grasp.
Naruto let go willingly, but Tobi still clung to her leg.
"Sakura-chan can't leave Tobi! Tobi is a good boy! Tobi will be super good if Sakura-chan will stay!" Tobi begged, whimpering pitifully.
Sakura frowned at the boy. Two words. Kicked Puppy. Yes, he was just that pitiful.
"Tobi, let go." Sasuke commanded.
"No! Tobi doesn't wanna! What if Sakura-chan leaves Tobi and never comes back?" Tobi started to sniffle.
"Tobi, I'll come back. I promise." Sakura pouted, "Now please let me go."
Tobi slowly let go, "Okay, but Sakura-chan better come back tomorrow."
With a half smile, Sakura headed towards the direction of her house. The sun would rise soon, and she definately didn't want her father to get home before she did.
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~He ate my heart the he ate my brain
Uh oh uh oh
(I love that girl)
(Wanna talk to her, she's hot as hell)~
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Sasuke sighed, running her hands through her hair, "Do you really think she's coming back?"
Tobi glared at Sasuke, "Of course Sakura-chan will! Sakura-chan promised!"
"But what if she doesn't?" Kimimaro muttered, stepping forward.
"She will!" Naruto growled, "Stop doubting her!"
"What if she doesn't, Naruto?" Sasuke snapped, "What if she leaves us here to starve? What if she informs the police?"
Naruto visibly wavered. He muttered, "If that actually happened, and I'm only saying if, what would you do? Would you... Kill her?"
Sasuke stiffened, taking a sharp intake of breath, "Perhaps not. After all, she attempted to heal them." He motioned towards the boys wrapped in their blankets.
"You all shouldn't doubt Sakura-chan. Sakura-chan said that Sakura-chan would come back, and Sakura-chan will!" Tobi growled.
"Sure she will, Tobi." Sasuke sighed, taking a seat on the floor.
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~That boy is a monster
M-m-m-monster
(Could I love him?)~
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~That boy is a monster
M-m-m-monster
(Could I love him?)~
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Sakura slowly entered her home, the door slightly creaking open. She froze, standing completely and utterly still.
"Sakura," Her father growled from the chair, "Where have you been?"
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~That boy is a monster
M-m-m-monster
(Could I love him?)~
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~That boy is a monster
Er-er-er-er~
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Me: CUT! That was beautiful! Let's go get some tacos!
That's the first chapter! Longest I've ever written! You better review, or I may never ever update. Hmph. So, anyway, hope you liked it. :)
~Ginny