A/N: I'm honestly not a fan of Sasuke, but I'm even less a fan of character-bashing. So, when I had the sudden inspiration for this I couldn't tell my muse 'no.' Though trust me, I sure as fuck tried. After realizing my inspiration for this wasn't going to leave anytime soon, I decided to give it all I had. I tried to keep it close to the current manga storyline (with a few liberties here and there, of course), which is a bitch because any reader knows how shit is going down right now. So, MAJOR WARNING there are spoilers for anyone not up to date with the manga. Also, if you couldn't already tell, I enjoy using curse words. The rating is high because of that and sexual situations presented in the following fic as well.

Please let me know how you feel about this; feedback is essential. :)

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Wake Up Call

The eardrum-braking bang of something slamming onto the only table in the drab interrogation room startled the dark-haired, missing-nin out of his murderous thoughts. There was no outward indication of shock, mind you, unless one closely watched how the corners of the man's deadly eyes imperceptibly narrowed. Considering the missing-nin was not only chained heavily to a nearly unbreakable metal chair, but also drained of the vast majority of his chakra, his "visitor" felt no fear while blatantly noticing just that. It didn't hurt that said "visitor" knew exactly where to look for subtle tells in body language.

"Sorry, did I disturb your brooding?" It wasn't the way the words were coated in sarcasm and bitterness that caught the ex-Leaf shinobi's attention, but the memories dragged to the forefront of his mind of girlish laughter and unbearable pinkness. The man wasn't surprised to see the only female in his genin team standing before him in his holding cell of sorts. However, he did feel a not-so-small amount of trepidation at the many differences he found as he bluntly returned her attention.

Haruno Sakura's childish petite form had slowly bloomed into the lithely muscled, yet curvaceous frame that had practically every male doing double-takes. With the tight, durable nylon of her ANBU uniform accentuating his ex-team mate's every curve, it became difficult to ignore her physical growth. Everything from the standard issue kunai holster secured on her dominant leg, to the pristine ANBU vest which hid just how proportional her physical change truly was, were ignored in favor of devouring the unusual and/or small details. Ink black eyes quickly took in the black, heeled boots that reached her knees. Then his attention moved to the painted, feline ANBU mask tied to the girl-turned-woman's utility belt. He found himself momentarily distracted by the thought of her delivering death with the fluid grace of a wild cat. The next thing he found himself focusing on was the kyoketsu shoge on her belt. The man chained to the chair thought it interesting that instead of carrying the standard issue ANBU katana, she armed herself with such a traditional, long-ranged weapon. He hadn't seen the kunoichi on the other side of the lack-luster room truly fight since before he left Konoha, so he couldn't imagine how she'd become a formidable close-ranged combatant. He had heard rumors about this and that as a traveling missing-nin, yet it was only after he'd witnessed the amount of pure chakra she was able to summon to her fist at Orochimaru's hideout that he started to believe some of the rumors relating to his old team mate. He still couldn't imagine her as a threat.

With the shift of her weight switching from one foot to the other, the missing-nin's attention finally set upon his ex-team mate's face. Her obnoxiously pink hair was the same length he remembered when he last saw her; before he ended that snake of a man who desired his body. Her nose was too small to be considered sexy, and her lips were slightly too thin to be considered beautiful. Her forehead was still slightly larger than average, but her eyes, still as large as he remembered, regarded him with such calm certainty that he was suddenly reminded of how much time had passed since he had left the village. Tilting his head slightly to the side, the missing-nin held the woman's gaze. He couldn't quite place what shade of green her eyes were, but he figured the name would have an exotic ring to it.

"Would you like a picture for later?" Sakura asked as she walked around the built-in concrete table, the only other piece of furnishing in the room besides the metal chair and pathetic lights, until she was directly in front of the first boy she ever loved. "I doubt you'd be able to accomplish much with all those chains though."

Her laugh was too melodic for what she had just insinuated.

"Why are you here?" His voice had gone hoarse without use. And water.

"Hm... I tend to wonder that one sometimes too, honestly."

The ex-Leaf shinobi eyed the pink-haired woman. Was she insane?

"Oh, right. You wouldn't know." A sigh. "I'm a rather important medic now. Well, among other things, but that's irrelevant." Placing her hands on the cold table behind her, Sakura lifted herself up onto the table's edge. Once seated, she crossed her legs and continued, "most people are curious as to why a medic-nin, someone trained to heal and such, would be acting solely in an interrogation unit."

The man before her continued to watch her appraisingly. Forcing down the urge to smirk, Sakura inwardly chuckled. She had figured the Uchiha wouldn't enjoy being chatted up, let alone led somewhere via words.

"This is where you ask, in all your avenger glory, 'why are you here?'" Oh, the face the man in front of her made was priceless as she not only mocked his self-proclaimed title, but also lowered her voice to imitate his earlier question. Not many would have noticed, but the unspoken outrage was in the slightly flared nostrils, lightly twitching jaw muscles, and the blood ever so slowly rising to his pale face.

"Alright, alright. I'll tell you." She pretended to pick at something in her nail, but she was sharply focused on the missing-nin chained directly in front of her. "There are many reasons medic-nins were considered for interrogators, many of which I think are quite obvious. For one, as a medic, you are privy to all wounds the body can sustain before becoming lethal. Medics, depending on skill level, also understand exactly how the bodies' systems work and therefore, can enter any body's system and reverse said system to destroy a being's homeostasis. That's never very pleasant."

Sakura watched over her fingertips as the person she knew as a child adopted a near bored expression.

"Then there's the oh-so apparent reason that since a medic-nin usually patches up the ones interrogated, they might as well interrogate the prisoners as well. You know, that whole two birds with one stone business."

She looked up to catch his gaze when she felt his eyes on her. It caught her slightly off guard how she could still get lost in the dark voids that consisted of his orbs.

What can they tell me?

"So, to answer your question, you have pertinent information my village needs. I'm the best of the best, so it's only natural for me to be here."

The disbelief plainly written on the man's stoic face she was ordered to interrogate prodded at an old wound. Deciding to indulge herself, Sakura easily slid off of the table and approached her old team mate.

"I guess you're tired of listening. That's okay." She leisurely circled the dark-haired man chained to the metal chair until she was behind him. She waited for the moment to stretch while she stood in the only spot in the room where he couldn't see her unless he painfully craned his neck. Then, without any physical contact, the kunoichi leaned close and allowed her smirk to color her whispered, "I like this part much better."

His shoulders stiffened and she felt her inner self greedily welcome her victory over this man who had hurt her and the ones she cared for so badly.

Remaining behind the Uchiha, she extended her arm over his shoulder to let him watch her form the blazing, blue chakra scalpel on her index finger.

"Now, tell me what you know about the orange masked Akatsuki member."