Blood of a cherry tree

I hope you like it we have been working a while on this we took the risk and snuck it into class at great personal risk. We plan to update every Monday.

Kristen: Stop boring them Alia, get on with the story already. Kristen would like to point out that she thought of that line

Alia: Okay since we can't stop fighting Sasori will have to do the disclaimer.

Sasori: We do not own Naruto and if we did Sasuke wouldn't turn evil and Deidara and Sasori would get more show time.

Sakura P.O.V

Drip, drip, drop even the heavens seemed to agree with the G-d forsaken former residents of the once mighty village of Konoha. The Akatsuki had won. They has taken over and the village was now in rubble. Most of the former inhabits had fled. Sakura and her late family were amongst the few who stayed behind. She survived the first cold and harsh winter, her parents had not been so lucky, they did not survive. People were dying and Sakura was powerless. And then the orders started coming 20 young virgins every two years. Today had been the choosing and along with Ino she had been taken.

Flashback

Sakura had awoken with an portentous feeling that day. As she looked outside to see the heavens raining, she had been jealous of its ability to cry. She felt so alone and today was the choosing. She knew she would be taken, she could feel it in her heart. She knew she should care but she didn't, her life was over. There was nothing left. It was better to die now so no one else did before she betrayed her village.

End flashback

She was to arrive in the square within half an hour or the entire village would pay dearly. She was a failure in her eyes. She had given up being a ninja. It was too much to see her friends Nauto, Kakashi and Sai be dragged up to the block ready to be an example of what would happen to those that opposed the new era of "peace". She still remembered Naruto screaming in vain for the villagers to bear arms and rebel. It was useless their sprits had been broken a long time ago and now most of them where shells of their former selves. On the way to the square, she past many buildings and monuments that jarred painful memories of happier times, her eyes were heavy but she no longer cried. She was on a death march. The biggest betrayal had been the most personal. Everyone said the new hokage and the one who had ordered her friend's death had been Saskue. He had joined the Akatsuki and had particapted in the Great War. She didn't believe the rumors but it had affected her relationship with the other villagers, they were too afraid to associate with her. Some flat out treated her cruelly forgetting the good she had done for the village. She was happy to go and felt like a traitor as her loyalty to her village ebbed away every day.

People whispered about her as she past them. She was awakened from her thoughts by a man who looked wasted from his many nights at the local bar. He was a symbol of darkness to the village. He was in charge here. He had been put here like a ruler by the Akatsuki. He grabbed a girl who she vaguely knew and shook her "what's the matter sweetheart" he asked her viciously. She began to tremble and within minutes was on the floor crying hysterically. "Don't know why Hidan wants you but it can't be good. Get up Bitch." She held out her hand for her to grab and she grabbed it. Sakura pulled her to her feet. The man grabbed them and herded them outside onto a wagon. It began to move and before she knew it they were outside the village. As the cart turned she caught her last glimpse of her village. Sakura watched with closure as the gates receded from view.

For days they traveled. On more than one occasion she thought of herself as cattle being shipped off to be given away. Some of the girls had collapsed and Sakura had spent all her chakra in healing them. She was drained both mentally and physically and it was beginning to take its toll. Some of the girls were near death. The man didn't care it made no difference to him they were about to die it was all the same to him and so they continued being shipped away. The trip last for days. Two of the girls died and they were thrown to side with out a grave or a thought to their memory. The next time Sakura awoke the driver was herding them off.

He roughly grabbed her and pulled her off the wagon. They began to march up the hill. On top of the hill stood a compound made out of stone. It was not tall only two stories but it was wide spanning out over 800 yards. It looked dark. There were no windows only slits in the wall to alloy oxygen. She looked up; it was raining. The rain seemed to add a more ominous look to the place. She was not given time to stare long as she was pushed forward by the man. At the head of the group was a red haired female. They marched her all the way up the path and stopped at the door. Mounted on top of the two towers was a ghostly white Zetsu. The white Zetsus had over-run the village and they seemed to have multiplied. Sakura wonder how heartless the Akatsuki member must be to pass in and out through those towers and continue to not be affected. The man whispered something to the guard and the door was moved open. Inside was not the kind of place that Akatsuki members would live in.

In the court yard there were flowers of every type and even some fruit trees. They stopped abruptly and were told to line up. Out from the shadows stepped and man with silver hair slicked back. He was wearing the infamous robes of the Akatsuki. He was officially known as the immortal Hidan. His vampire eyes alone scared her enough.

Sasori P.O.V

As the red head paced the courtyard his mind was a blur. He was infuriated at his partner Deidara. The brat had stupidly broke another puppet. He was an impatient man and was not forgiving. Sasori had promptly taught the blond a lesson. Even this form of revenge did not quench his anger so here was nostrils flared, looking for ideas to get back at his poor excuse of a partner. He was brought out of his malicious thoughts by a cry. He turned his gaze to see a group of woman. Who were somewhat been beaten and had bruise marks on their once delicate skin.

Sasori looked as the girls as they huddled in a group facing Hidan, trying to seek comfort from one another. Over the years his heart had gone hard and torture was no longer a surprise, however even though it was not his style he had grown to accept it was the favorite style of the majority of the other akatsukis. In a compound with not much human contact he had been forced to extend his tolerance and even that had not been enough. The members still fought each other every other day. He was looked back at Hidan and saw he was giving an introduction on how they should not be wrathful because they were sacrificing their life for a good cause, his jashin. "Good cause my, Ass," said a girl with striking pink hair. She was different while all the other girls wept she alone held her head high. Her position was one of a broken heart but a strong spirit. He advanced closer not understanding his fascination that he suddenly seem to have with the girl. At a closer view he saw her particularly unique appearance. She had cherry blossom shade to her hair and big jade eyes that held a lingering sadness. He was fascinated by one fact though; instead of weak arms like the rest of the group hers were toned and strong. She must have been a ninja at some point he reasoned but was unable to understand why she had stayed. The man who had brought her here was unskilled and drunk; she could have easily ran away. Then it hit him like a sack of bricks (I love saying that!)He knew her, in fact he fought her.

Flash back

The old hag was dead and all that remained was the girl. He was exhausted. He watched as her eyes full of anger slowly close as she collapsed onto the ground. The last thing he saw was determination in her eyes, as if to say the battle wasn't over and she would continue trying. He wondered if he should finish her now. They already had Garaa and the mission was so far success. He decided to let her live; she had proven herself worthy and to kill her now would end her potential he saw for her. The sensible part of him told him to kill her before she became a threat, but the weaker side of him told him otherwise and he slowly withdrew his kunai. He glanced back at her one more time and ran off in the other direction.

End of flash back

The whole episode (no pun intended) came back to him. He stepped out of his hidden place to confront Hidan. The man was still going about his nonsense. He was preparing for the sacrifice of the first Virgin. His feet began to move. The girls turned to look at him. The pink haired girl who he faintly remembered as Sakura, stared at his with big eyes of fear and determination. He held his usual stoic framed. Hidan turned to look at him with an angry expression. "What are you doing disrupting my ritual?" Sasori thought it was beneath him to answer him and to fight him seemed even more like a complete waste of time. So he whispered a couple of words to Hidan( mainly some black mail about the last Akatsuki bathroom crisis) and five minutes later Sakura was handed over to the custody of Sasori no Dana of Akatsuki.

And now for chapter 2 hopefully soon, Review please if you find the time we like constructive critics.