Everybody must seem crazy if you see deep enough into their minds.

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Look me in the eyes,
and tell me you want me to die.
And I'd die for you.
I'd kill for you.
I'd love for you.

I only live for you

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Be a little more

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Sasuke didn't understand why he felt so angry.

So Sakura was here in Sound.

So she was kept as a entertainment doll for Oto's daimyos and investors.

So she was ignoring him.

He didn't care.

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So why was he so angry?

Maybe it was that blonde haired girl latching to his arm. He didn't know- his eyes were focused on Sakura.

Sakura, who was busy currently entertaining young men- plural, who came near her on orders either from their gold-digging parents or cheating fathers, hoping to win the favor of Orochimaru through her… instead of approaching him. Ironically, she was probably what Orochimaru was using to filter the crowd for potential business partners.

Sasuke wasn't an Uchiha for nothing. He was no idiot. He knew exactly how she was here and what she was doing.

He understood that she still loved him. There was no need for words; deep inside of her eyes it had been clear of her feelings towards him.

But he couldn't control his anger. He didn't understand why she had to make this is difficult for him. Why did she have to be so willing to give up everything for him? He couldn't give her anything.

A cold bitter laugh escaped his lips, scaring the blonde girl near him- who inched away slowly back to her parents.

Maybe this was his punishment? To die of guilt.

A melodic laugh awoke him from his thoughts and his closed eyes searched for the rosette once again. It scared him that he actually felt relief when he saw that she was merely talking a few maids. And it relieved him that she was still true- still Sakura. To know that she was only wearing a mask in front of everybody.

Including him.

A sharp pang hit his chest.

But he continued to marvel the sight he couldn't until now, even though she was not showing her smile for him. He smirked.

At least she got rid of those bastards.

"Sakura-hime!" He cringed at the pet name that came from the blue-haired girl's thin, high-pitched voice. Honorifics were bad enough.

"I heard that you and Kabuto-sama were together! Did Orochimaru-sama put you two together? You guys could be like- the medic couple!" Her eyes shown and he inwardly cringed even more.

"Right, right! Yuna-chan said that you two were having a really deep discussion in the medicine room the other day!"

His smirk disappeared.

"Rumi-chan said that she even saw you two kiss when you looked him right the eyes and whispered something to him. Apparently it was one of those really really romantic scenes!"

Fists tightened unconsciously.

"Where you slowly turned your back to look up at him and you stared deeply into his eyes and the gap in between slowly-"

Teeth clenched.

"Stop! Stop! Aoi-chan! What are y-!" Sakura waved her hands in front of her, slightly flustered- before she was cut off by a sharp clang of cups. But it was enough to release his anger anyway.

…Why was he angry again? He decided that he wouldn't care ever since he cut off those bonds. Nether less- it was soothing. Her voice was enough for him to wake.

He averted his attention over to the earlier sound, not surprised to find a smirking Orochimaru.

"As you all know… tonight is a little special." Orochimaru remarked, gesturing for Sakura to walk closer to the stage. Wolf whistles exploded through the room.

"Unfortunately I had already decided that Sakura-chan is going to be given to someone tonight." He paused, pretending to evaluate the crowd for potential 'partners' for her.

"As you all know- my apprentice is Uchiha Sasuke." The disappointment was obvious, businessmen flipped over tables and young men made multiple explicit verbal complaints. The tall long haired man ignored the chaos and grabbed Sakura's arm pulling her towards him.

Him?

And it rang in his head again. What he had said before.

"Don't worry Sasuke-kun, I wouldn't taint what would be yours." "Uchiha Sasuke."

Orochimaru smiled- those sickly smiles that always looked too evil. Too inhumane.

"Enjoy."

And he threw her at him.

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As the avenger lowered the girl onto his bed and sat down promptly next to her, he noticed that his normally rock hard bed under him suddenly felt softer and gentler- someone had probably changed his bedding before he came back.

Tch- so he knew I was going to put her on the bed.

As he brushed a few strands of deep pink hair off her face. Sasuke didn't know when he last got to see her face so close to his. It was almost mocking that he could only see her now- in her blacked out state. Orochimaru apparently didn't think that he could drop her.

But he had.

He caught the girl at first of course. Even if just out of reflex- it was basic catching despite Orochimaru's (purposely) horrible throwing, not too mention she was light. Very light.

But when he heard her squeak slightly as they touched, and he saw that her ample cleavage was pushed against his hard chest and he felt her legs drape over his arms…

He dropped her.

On her head.

He smirked- he would need to train Sakura in her reflexes if he got the chance.

She looked so much more mature compared to two years before. Her eyes had widened slightly, her nose had rose and her lips – he didn't know. Because she still had that habit of pouting slightly when she slept as she did the years back.

Not that he didn't grow either. Heck, he was probably a whole head taller than her now.

"Sasuke-sama! We're coming in." Oddly enough- he was once again interrupted in his thoughts by females, females entering into his chambers to clean.

How convenient.

He quickly jerked up from his position of leaning down towards her sleeping figure and stood up- because their previous position would not have been misinterpreted at all.

"Come and dress her." Uchiha Sasuke roughly yanked the pink haired girl closer to the edge of his bed, closer to several maids that entered through the door. Orochimaru's rough throwing- or his failed catching from before had torn and damaged Sakura's dress.

"Sakura-hime!" He winced as he heard that voice from before coming from the crowd of maids. That blue-haired girl Sakura was talking to- who was she again? Aoi or something?

"She's alive." He said as he sat back down on his bed. They were acting like he killed her or something, staring at him with eyes as wide as saucepans and their mouth slightly parted, like a fish out of water in his opinion. Unattractive. Apparently they didn't know that Sakura was currently his from their outrageous reactions.

Picking himself up from his bed, he gave the seemingly frail girl another glance before he headed towards Orochimaru's room.

"What do you want Sasuke-kun?" a gray-haired medic nin greeted him instead of the man- or snake, that he had been searching for.

"I need to see Orochimaru."

"Hm? Has Sakura-chan been bothering you?' Sasuke hated when other asked him questions, he hated the use of honorifics with her name and he hated it when people hit the nail on his problems. But he hated Kabuto in general.

"I don't need to answer your questions." He deadpanned.

"Were you looking for me Sasuke-kun?" the wet sound of licking finished off the question. No doubt who that was.

"Why is Sakura here?

"Sakura-chan came on her own will- if it's been bothering you. She probably arrived before you too." Sasuke raised an eyebrow, the news may have surprised him, but it still didn't answer his question.

"I gave her to you thinking you might like a new training partner- you've never had a female training partner have you? It would be good experience. I even personally trained her for you."

"A training partner." He repeated. Of course- what did he expect? What did he want to hear?

Whore-?

Slut-?

Sasuke-kun!

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"I doubt that Sakura-chan would mind if you wanted her aid in other purposes though."

"What?" How excited Orochimaru was to see that his response was immediate.

Then it hit him. Wouldn't that be exactly what that bastard wanted? A future heir of sharingan, someone who he could personally train from childhood to become powerful- the perfect container, someone like what Orochimaru wanted to be their child.

The bastard wanted him to sleep with her.

No wonder they took Sakura. If Orochimaru wanted to give him a female training partner they were already available in Sound. But Sakura was probably the only girl he ever had something close to an actual relationship to.

Sasuke didn't doubt that they probably knew how he felt about the rosette too- they had observed him ever since Itachi's betrayal after all.

Even more the reason to take Sakura to Sound for them wasn't it?

He swore under his breath.

Just when he decided that he would cut off all bonds.

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"Sakura-hime!" A maid called out as Sakura began to regain consciousness. The girl had a worried expression on her face- looking as if she were about to cry.

"Aoi-chan, what's wrong?" Sakura asked, she touched her throat out of habit when she heard how husky and dry her voice was.

"I thought... I thought you weren't going to wake up!" a sniffle followed and Sakura couldn't help but laugh at the naivety of the 7 or 8 year old.

"Silly girl. I won't die just because someone dropped me." And suddenly memories from before rushed back into her head. And she tried to evaluate her surroundings.

Where's Sasuke-kun?

"Where am I?" she asked when she saw that the room was black and only had the bare necessities and several maids lined up against the wall in there with her. Definitely not her room.

"… And who dressed me?" and motioned at her dress, made scruffily out of what looked like bed-sheets.

"Eh-? This is Sasuke-sama's room. Your dress was made by her-" she pointed at one of the older maids.

"We only had the bed-sheet and our hair pins to use as needles and Sasuke-sama told us to dress you… so…" Sakura understood when she saw the state of her last dress; a big tear ran across its abdomen area, looking as if a wild cat had tried to devour it. Half the shoulder was torn too.

"Where's Sasuke?"

"We don't know, we saw him go out after we came in."

"Why are you looking for me?" Sasuke's deep and masculine voice resonated through the room as it contrasted sharply with the high tones of the girls.

He turned to close the door- taking his time to turn the knob and lock the door as he felt her gaze linger on him. Then he opened the door again after a moments thought.

"Get out." He said, still staring intently at the door.

"Get out?" Sakura tilted her head in confusion. But standing up anyway. She didn't even know her way back though!

"The maids." He corrected, turning back to face her.

Of course, hearing an order from someone with a higher position than theirs- a considerably higher position, they all quickly scurried out of his room and continued to their next post, but not before they all gave Sakura a worried or pitiful glance, and maybe a silent wish of good luck or two.

After making sure that the maids were no longer near them, he gestured for the standing girl to sit back down. Calmly taking a seat next to her, his body weight shifting the mattress and slightly lifting the girl next to him.

Strangely enough, he was the first to start the conversation.

"Why are you here?" He thinks he already knows because Sakura was never a shallow person that would lie about her feelings, but things change and people change and he doesn't want to give himself false hope that she may still love him after everything he had done to her.

"Because I love you. I want to be with you. I'd do anything for you, and they offered me a chance." She faced and smiled at him, her face lit with happiness and life that he had not seen ever since he came to Sound.

"Even come to Oto and be treated like this?" he recalled the scene from earlier in the night. And he feels anger rising within him as she nods.

Why was she so self-less? Why couldn't she understand how important she was?

"Don't you know that they're just using you?" He grabbed her shoulders roughly, squeezing so hard he might have dislocated on of them.

"Mmm." And she nods again, and Sasuke understands- despite being assigned to him, she never questioned Orochimaru or Kabuto because she didn't care. She didn't even know why Orochimaru had chosen her.

"Sakura," he angles his head slightly and let's his bangs cover his eyes, despite not being embarrassed, the awkwardness would be hard for Sakura to stand if she saw his face.

"Orochimaru brought you here because he wants heirs. Heirs of the sharingan."

"… Orochimaru wants us to… reproduce?" Sakura asked timidly, and then gave a curt laugh after a moment of trying to decide whether she should be embarrassed, or confused by the situation.

"But why would you have sex with me?"

"Sakura-"

"You don't even like me," She looked into his eye, the certainty in her green eyes rubbed salt into his wound.

He never thought that a smile could look so sweet and heartbreaking at the same time.

"Sasuke-kun."

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A/N:

Anyway, basically if you're confused here's the run-down:
Sasuke loves Sakura. Sakura loves Sasuke.
Sasuke wants Sakura to stop loving him. Sakura never thought that Sasuke ever liked her.