Even though most haven't been reviewing, I'm still not deterred. I will make this story, whether it be for the readers out there, or me myself.

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Playing New Vegas in between has been giving me some fuel:)

This is going to... very different from my other stories. Adult-like and dark.

Date Started: 5/3/11

Summary: Stranded in a world where danger lurks around her mercilessly, Sakura has no choice but to wander in hopes of finding her lost teammates. Sakura-centric. Eventual pairing.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor do I own Fallout. I only own Aidreck, Melody, and the plot.

Author: CiiCiinREX.

WARNING: DARK, ADULT THEMES HERE AND THERE. CAN'T STAND IT, DON'T READ IT OR CRITICIZE IT. Seriously, this is your last chance. Don't like it, GET OUT NOW!

BurnMeOut

Naruto and Fallout Crossover

Sakura-Centric

Chapter 1

Sakura snapped her eyes open, panting as she clutched her chest tightly, the red fabric of her shirt crumpling under her grip. Shaking her head, the pinkette sighed as she leaned back. Just a dream, she assured herself. It was just a dream. I probably took a nap after training.

However, as she flinched and brought her hand to her face and flicked her emerald eyes over the soaked landscape around her - part of the place around her was shattered - unwanted glimpses of her 'dream' flashed before her eyes, leaving her much more exhausted than before.

No, no, she chanted, leaning back as she shivered. She blinked, the world swaying like a tree branch in the strong wind, her focus yet to be sharpened like normal. This cannot be happening.

For a few moments, Sakura battled against losing her sanity - even if it were for a moment - as she was forced to accept the situation she was thrust in. Okay, so she had been battling this thing she had labeled as 'Death', she used her super strength that Tsunade taught her on the floor, she collapsed onto the floor and then...? Glancing around the wasteland, she inhaled sharply, finding that her surroundings weren't familiar; in fact, from the open spaces and dreary skies that covered the plains for miles and miles to come, she found that she may be hundreds of kilometers away from Konoha, or even Suna. Blinking once again, she noted that she was leaning against a tree that had stood against her earth-shattering technique and sighed in relief, leaning back. The important part, at least, was that she was safe and sound.

Feeling an persistent itch on her face, Sakura scratched the area furiously when she felt her other hand follow her left limply. Squinting hard, she peered closely at her wrists as the night made it hard for her see a meter in front of her face - not even the stars' light could help her now as grey, stretching clouds ruled the clouds and denied its existence. As her mind numbingly recognized the reaction of her waking up, she slowly gained her senses and immediately smelled the overbearing scent of smoke and rust. Coughing off to the side, she noticed that there was a fire and wondered how she hadn't noticed the orange, blinking light in front of her first. Was she really that out of it?

Her emerald eyes travelled back to her wrists as she adapted to the somewhat lack of light, even with the fire several feet in front of her. Pulling her wrists apart, she noted how the fabric immediately rebounded and refused to give into the force, the strip long, soft yet with a strong foundation. A cloth of some sort; A bandana, she realized, the simple designs on the knotted material easy to pick out when the fire's life picked up for a small moment, rising high in the air enough for her to catch a brief sight for her to discern the object. Breathing in deeply, she forced herself to calm down. You're a kunoichi, so you know that at one point or another it would have come to this; being held captive isn't something that's rare in a ninja's life.

Judging with her sharp orbs from the minimum amount of coals and dead bark on the floor next to the fire, someone had just began it probably fifteen to a half an hour ago. Hearing quick knock-like sounds in the distance, she nearly whimpered as she scooted closer to the fire, the cold of the bare land around her getting to her as another harsh breeze whipped at her matted hair. Around her, about twenty feet away from the fire, was utter darkness that shied away from the flickering light of the fire. Maybe she was being paranoid, but she could feel eyes dancing on her form, fire burning as they stared at her unwaveringly, mockingly. Hungry animals, maybe, and those she could easily fight off - if she had her hands untied.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she pushed the hushed grunts of impatience from behind her as she agilely flipped through her mind. The fire was still fresh and she was tied, which meant that a person that had recently found her decided to hold her hostage for whatever reason and wasn't that far off. There were possible enemies who would attack her once she was out of the safety from the invisible, ringed shield the small campfire provided, but she could easily dash off into the night to evade them - but the question was: where would she go off from there?

"So you finally woke up," A snarky voice pierced through the subtle stillness of the night, causing the creatures around Sakura to quiet down and the pinkette to shiver at the underlying tone of unjust intent. Panicking for a second, the bandana tied around her wrists yanked on her remaining strength as she twisted as far as she could vainly. As a dark chuckle resounded in the dark with its only response from the cackling of rotting wood, she peered into the dark when she heard footsteps and jingling simultaneously echoing. Seeing a head taking form as the figure stepped into the light, then an arm, then a leg, until the form's whole body was tangible and nearing her at a rapid pace. Biting her tongue stubbornly to snap back a retort that would get her into deeper trouble, she merely glared as the orange light danced on the person's facial features.

His malicious smile glinted, even in the dark night as his soulless eyes shimmered with delight. The man's hairstyle was eccentric, all around shaved save for the hairline down the middle of his head that was spiked dangerously into large parts, as was his apparel. A large, dark rubber strip was meshed onto his left shoulder with various straps holding them in place and a long, battered coat tied around his waist. Swallowing and eyes dilating, she noted how blood was drying on his bare skin and how he didn't even take note of the small detail as all of his attention was forced upon her sunk, still form. One long shadow followed the swing of his arms, and the Haruno noticed that the man was gripping a large sword that was also coated in a murky color. Instantly, she felt sick to her stomach and resisted the urge of hurling right there and then.

Defiantly pressing her back on the bark of the tree, her fiery gaze collided with his evil-intented one. She knew what he was doing. The atmosphere and tactic he was playing with was cliche, yet effective; it was similar to the way a predator stalked its prey. The predator would lay low in the shadows, have the prey vainly try to escape by zig-zaging in a path that was so familiar to the predator that it paved the road itself. The chase would be thrilling and amusing to the chaser as it fed on the prey's fear and pleas for a second chance while the one who was being chased had their share of overwhelming fear and overriding instinct. Like most, the prey would find themselves in the shutting jaws of the predator.

But her, prey? He could try, but he didn't know who he was messing with, especially if he was a citizen - a non-ninja. Trying to fool with a shinobi or kunoichi when one was a mere human was the equivalent of a wolf trying to lead a lion to its demise with its own teeth. Practically impossible.

"Not speaking, huh," He crouched down and grinned as the slight scent of rotting flesh, rust and smoke gently wafted into her nostril, and the pinkette couldn't help but gag at the smell. "That's alright; I like it when they're fiesty."

What the hell is he talking about? Gritting her teeth, Sakura tried to rip the cloth off of her wrists, and although she heard the small sound of the fabric protesting at her power, it wasn't enough. Her chakra reserves were still depleted from her earlier scuffle and the threat of giving in was still looming above her head. If anything, she would have to stall him for at least ten minutes for her to muster enough energy to rip the bonds apart and make a successful break for it.

"Strange hair color," He commented as he twirled a strand in his grimy fingers and she had the insistent urge to punch him straight in the face - both from the comment and his unwanted physical contact. "But, very exotic. How did you dye your hair? It's rare to find enough materials to create such a light, feminine color in this world, and then to soak it onto your scalp..."

He continued as she fumed silently, helplessly. A few more minutes. "It's interesting, really; I was wandering around when I felt the ground shake, so imagine when I found a girl unconscious on the floor next to a brutally killed Yao Guai. Those things are so damn hard to kill, even I almost died when I fought with one. And here you are, alive and well, judging by the way you're staring at me," He laughing lowly again. "What's your secret? C4? Throw all the explosives you have?"

Yao Guai? C4? What was he talking about? Puzzled, she kept her jaw locked shut.

"Still not talking, hmm..." The man thought aloud, his eyes alight with a wild gleam that sent involuntary shivers down Sakura's spine. "That doesn't matter. You're an unusual find, and I'll definitely get at least a thousand caps if I put you up in the market. Pink hair, green eyes," He gestured to her orbs though he kept his hand away as if she would lunge at him with her teeth if he tried. "Exotic and young." Grinning madly, he cricked his neck in one direction as he darkly gazed down at her, his tall figure towering hers. "I wonder if you're a virgin..."

The moment he said those words and practically ripped at her shirt, she thrashed around. "STOP!" She shouted loudly as his hands began to trailing down her lower torso, and she shivered in disgust at the way her skin crawled. Growling, she kicked her bound legs up and slammed her feet into his muscled chest, nearly crying out in triumph when he fell down like a pile of bricks, groaning. She had sharply hit his sternum, which should paralyze him for a few moments as he tried to catch his breath - enough time for her to get free and turn the tables.

Crawling on her bare stomach, she gnawed at the cloth with her own teeth, hurrying when she saw that the man had immediately sprang up on his feet from the corner of her eye seconds after he was hit. Usually, hits like that would leave even the strongest shinobi gasping for breath! Just when she had focused hard enough to successfully spot the small flicker of green energy pooling out of her hands, she was yanked by her hair and slapped across the face, but she refused to cry out in pain. Sucking on the lip with a cut forming since he had slapped her with his knuckles, she held her breath as he pulled her towards him with his black eyes burning with fury, "Bitch!" He punched her this time, nicking her nose as her cheekbone nearly crunching under his force. "I was going to be nice and gentle about it, but now I don't care anymore. Virgin or not, I'll sell you, but that doesn't mean that I can't have a little fun first."

His fingers slipped into the waistband of her pants and ripped it downwards, leaving her in her undergarments and chest bindings. "NO! STOP!"

He merely laughed at her attempts, yanking her face close to his. "Scream all you want, I made sure no humans or ghouls are in the area. All we have are some hungry wild dogs and mole rats."

Her breathings sharpened and her eyes widened with horror as she continued to struggle but couldn't find the amount of chakra she had managed to tap into like last time. His hand trailed past her navel and tugging at her panty-strings. "No, no, NO!"

Shutting her eye-lids tightly, she felt him shuffle - nearly feeling his grin - and heard his comment clear through the opening, "Wow, I didn't think it was possible for someone naturally have pink hair. You even have perfectly soft, pale skin even if your hands are rough. Screw a thousand caps; I'd be swimming in caps the moment you're sold."

The rotten man shuffled above her, and she jolted when the sound of a belt being unbuckled resounded in the night. As a last resort, she wiggled her legs into another attack when he slammed his hand down on her kneecaps and forcefully squeezed. "Nice try, but that won't work on me a second time."

This was it; she was about to lose her morality as he zipped down his crotch zipper. Her eyes burned as she kept struggling, but exhaustion weighed her body down as she sluggishly shuffled on the tree bark, his dark eyes mockingly dancing in the firelight. She imagined losing her virginity to a man she loved, one who would caress her and always ask for her permission, put her comfort first, and for it to be passionate and slow. Never had she thought up of the possibility of rape by a stranger, forceful and painful. This was it, she was about to give in to a man who smiled maliciously down at her, taking advantage of her battered form -

"Well, you know what they say," Sakura stiffened at the new voice and watched the way the man's voice above her froze up, as if he had a shocking epiphany. Soft clattering and clicking was heard, and then a snap; a sound of finality. "Third time's the charm, right Aidreck?"

The pinkette stared with wide eyes as the half naked man on top of her tumbled on his side and off of her, blood spraying in mid-air and onto her pale face. Seeing an opening, she forced the little chakra she had into her hands and violently snapped the bandana tied around her wrists and kicked him off of her own body, immediately working to free her bound feet. The man, Aidreck, rolled over a ways away from her as swift footsteps came at her direction, and the kunoichi in Sakura forced her to snap her emerald eyes up and gaze at the unidentified person.

A girl with red-stained hair and a scarred face peered back at her with wide, sharp, yet not piercing, eyes. Like the man, she wore various straps, but she also wore a leather suit of armor, spikes poking out of her right shoulder with a large scrap of metal grasped tightly in her left hand. Backpack strapped to her like a duffle bag, she rushed forward, her dark pants swishing in the night - she was wearing all black, Sakura noted, which was the main reason why she wasn't able to see her at first. The girl slid to her side, slowly asking, "Are you alright? Did he do anything?"

Stunned and a little bit in shock from the chain of events, all Sakura could muster up as a response was a curt nod, followed by a negative to her second question.

The red-haired girl sighed, as if relieved. "Good."

"Fuckin' Aye," Aidreck spat at her, and the two girls whipped their heads in his direction, Sakura trembling slightly at the fresh memory of the almost-rape. The dark-eyed girl beside her bristled as he continued. "You always get in the way when I'm having fun. What are you doing, stalking me?" He scoffed, struggling as he tried to stand, his attention away from the pinkette at the moment.

The girl laughed sardonically in response. "You wish I would stalk you don't you, Aidreck? You probably dream about me holding you close and sticking by your side no matter what like what it had been years ago."

Aidreck's smug face turned rock solid. "Shut up!" He nearly snarled, glancing at Sakura. "Take my word for it; I will be back to claim what's mine. You only see a beauty like hers once in a lifetime." Before any of the girl could reply, he had slipped out into the night, his laughter reminding the pinkette of the jackals she would hear when she travelled in the night to Suna. There was a small moment where the silence merely thickened the tension as the unknown girl beside her clenched her fists and stared out into the darkness where that man had once been standing. The red-haired girl sighed and turned to her, and immediately Sakura's guard was up. She smiled kindly, "I'm glad I came when I did; who knows what would have happened if I just ignored this."

Sakura nodded unsurely, trembling not only because of the cold wind. "T-thank you," She muttered out.

"Oh! You probably need some new clothing," The girl rambled, swinging out her backpack, zipping it down and rifling through it. Instantly, she pulled out a simple yet large grey coat, handing it into the pinkette's now calm hands. "Here. It's cold at night in the Wasteland and you'll probably need this even in the day, so you can have it."

The Haruno stared at the piece of clothing in her hands, then up at the confused-looking girl. "Who are you?" She demanded.

"Oh, sorry," The girl smile faltered slightly at the pinkette's wording. "You can call me Melody. Who are you?" She added curiously.

Sakura hesitated. Should she tell the girl her real name? What if she was in enemy territory? Though, that didn't make any sense seeing as 'Melody' hasn't commented about her headband marking her a Konoha nin, or the fact that the red-haired girl has no hitai-ate of her own. She could be a traveller for all she knew, but that also wasn't plausible seeing as she knew that man who forced himself upon her just moments ago. Deeming her, even if it was a little, trustworthy, she announced with a hoarse tone as she slipped on the coat gratefully, "Haruno Sakura."

For a moment, Melody blinked. "Haruno's your first name? That's unusual."

"No," Sakura corrected. "Sakura's my first name, Haruno is my last."

The stained-haired girl was quiet for a moment before a switch seemed to flicker in her head. "Oh. So you're Japanese?"

Sakura shrugged, feeling very exhausted at the turn of events. "I guess."

Suddenly, her neck snapped up as a million questions sped through her mind. "Where am I?"

"Where?" Melody blinked, obviously taken aback. "The Capital Wasteland."

"Capital Wasteland?" The emerald-eyed girl echoed.

"Yeah, as in the Capital Wasteland in Washington D.C., United States of America? - or, what's left of it?"

"Where's Konoha?" Somehow, Sakura felt that she already knew the answer and shouldn't have asked the inquiry.

"Konoha? I've never heard of that place before."

Immediately, the pinkette's hopes were crushed just as soon as they bloomed when she met Melody. The red-haired girl seemed to sense the sudden negative energy Sakura was emitting as she pat her lightly on the shoulder, tentatively suggesting, "Hey, let's go to my place. I have a bed and some food and it's definitely safe. You look like you need a good nap."

And without protest or any form of recognition to show Melody she acknowledged her, she trudged along five steps behind her.

Some sleep did sound nice.

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