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BETA: little wolf blossom


"Sakura. I beg of you. Do not kill the Uchiha…"

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"So, she really betrayed Konoha?" A voice asked in the complete, stilled darkness.

A movement was heard, the rustle of clothing, as a darker, long object moved up, an arm maybe. "Yes." The arm's fingers curled into a tight ball. "Now my plan can go into action." More clothing, the light sound as three, maybe less or more, men moved out leaving still, silent, darkness.

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"I heard the poor girl cracked."

"What girl?"

"Oh? You didn't hear? That Haruno girl who tried to kill the Uchiha two years ago."

"And?"

"She's escaped."

Rumors were spreading like the Plague. Insane theories like Sasuke had freed her and planned to run away with her later, He had tried to protect himself from her and she got free, and the one and only's favorite of them all was: He had raped her, or tried. He didn't bother telling them anything, they would just scoff and curse him with more rumors.

What bothered him was his good friends Naruto and Kakashi, both of who were allowed and assigned to guard the stoic boy.

"I don't need your help." The onyx-eyed man stated, crossing his arms in an undignified, and childish, manner.

"We're not helping you. We're guarding you." The eldest of the three retorted.

"Can you please guard me at my home?"

"Aww…why?"

"Because this place is a mess." He pointed to the scattered shuriken and kunai, then pointed to the not-so-empty carton of milk. Where else could they be except the notorious Naruto's house?

"Hey! I don't see Kakashi complaining." The one who spoke was the owner, of course. Naruto pointed to his ex-teacher, not expecting what came next.

"I just don't want you guys in my house, plus: Why complain when Sasuke only needs one guardian?" Next thing anyone knew the silver-haired man was gone, a note replaced the man.

.Don't follow me.

A small drawing of the teacher wit ha victory sign was on the bottom, Kakashi-sensei.

Naruto looked around the room, he was alone. "Damn."

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A pink flash here. Another over there. Pink blurs appeared in milliseconds, standing out in the dark green surrounding.

Finally a silver flash suddenly stopped the pink flashes.

The pink was Sakura. The silver was a knife, now embedded not a inch in front of the deranged woman.

Her small hand grasped the hilt of the knife, pulling it out easily. "Hmm?" She didn't recognize it as Konoha made. Glancing around she saw she was alone, no chakra around for at least 20 miles.

"Ah!" She screamed as her back connected with the tree she had just pulled the knife out of. Her hand automatically went for the pair of large hands on her throat, not even looking at her attacker.

Her legs were whipping around, hitting something, or things, but the loss of oxygen was messing with her vision and she could barely see, but she could feel the blood trickling down her neck.

"Is that her?" A deep voice asked, Sakura didn't recognize it.

The hand suddenly retracted and the girl fell on the ground, taking a short breath she went for her kunai pouch - finding it gone.

"You didn't think we would actually let you hit us, did you? Yeah." Sakura looked up to see a man with blonde hair…kind of like Ino's, but he wore the Akatsuki coat.

She looked around, there were only four people there, but these four men towered over her, making her feel helpless without weapons, or strength.

One look vaguely like Sasuke, same black hair (His was just longer) and the same Sharingan.

Another was blonde, but he looked bored, like he didn't want to be there, dealing with a little girl.

The last was frightening. He looked very much like a shark, he even had blue skin!

"Yes." After the long silence Sakura heard herself answer hoarsely.

Inner Sakura was crying for her life. After Sakura had tried to kill her love her subconscious had broken down and made tear fall on Sakura's real face, but 'Real' Sakura didn't feel sadness, she felt anger, resentment. She felt Used.

She could feel their smirks, but didn't look up, instead she decided to tread on deep waters. "Are you going to kill me yet?" It was her turn to smirk, she hugged her body, remembering the straight jacket they had put her in. Oh, how she loved it.

The psychotic girl felt a finger on her chin, pushing up so she looked straight into red eyes. "We aren't going to kill you just yet." Was all she heard before her body relaxed and she slowly slipped into unconsciousness.

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I personally like psychotic Sakura more xD