Chapter 2
Bile rose in my throat, the foul taste accumilating. Taking tentative steps, my back hit a wall and I slumped against it. Without warning my body convulsed and suddenly the foul stench of puke berated my sense of smell.
Need to run.
My elbow pushed off the wall and I stood up straight, slight waves of dizziness clouded around my head.
What is wrong with me?
Knees hit the floor, but the impact never registered. Hands came up to my head, seemily there to steady me but I should know better.
Caught.
"Haruno you are under arrest for treason and assasinating the leader of Root and Anbu. You will receive no trial." A familiar voice.
This is the end for me.
"Haruno Sakura. Apprentice to Lady Tsunade. Anbu age 16. Charged with treason against Konohagakure and for assasinating the leader of Root and Anbu. She receives no trial and will be hanged shortly. This decision is final." Sasuke's voice rang in my ears. He's the deathbringer.
Why did I not try to get out earlier?
Why do I feel the need to live only now?
I am no traitor.
I have to find a way out. There has to be a way out, there always is but these chakra repressors in front of me are not helping. If only I could get them off-… my eyes caught the object of my savior. Right on the left side of his waist attached carelessy in full view; the keys! Sasuke has them. Officially I am doomed. If only I could just get him to come closer, I'll be able to snatch them off.
Throwing on my acting skills gathered through years of assination and reconnaissance missions, I prepared to live and to die.
"S-sasuke? S-sasuke-kun?" My throat was shockingly hoarse and swallowing provided a challenge, "Why are you doing this?" Tears began to stream down my cheeks. The emotions hit me full force. I'm going to die soon. At that moment, I was not acting only feeling life.
"You're a traitor." Cold. Heartless. And precariously to the point.
"Like you are any better?"
"Tch. Sakura. Always weak." I hung my head away from him. Anbu attire coming into view and my will to live rocketed. I am not going to let myself be weak. Not anymore.
"Neh Sasuke-kun?" The keys to the chakra repressors are the only way out. But what about the other shinobi in the audience? I can't fight them all. Either die or die trying.
"Yes?" A small smirk etched onto his face, one filled with amusement.
"As my dying wish," I carefully swallowed, not wanting to say more, "Please hug me."
His smirk widened and I felt mocked. What was I thinking!? Of course he won't hug me! Great plan. So much for excellent theatrical skills.
"Hn. Always a weakling." Slowly he approached me and wrapped his arms around me awkwardly. This hug would have been bliss if I was not awaiting my death. To think that I'm probably the only one that Sasuke has ever hugged, and I believe that is a feat in itself.
My eyes caught onto the object I was looking for.
The advantage to take the keys was presented and I carefully clutched and unhooked them from his waistline. Any noise and I'm surely dead within seconds. My right hand held the keys until Sasuke began moving away from me and faced the crowd. Luckily, they saw nothing, as far as I know.
Alright now I just need him to turn back around to face the crowd-
"Ladies and gentlemen," While Sasuke was about to announce the commencement of my death, I used the keys to get those cursed chakra repressors off my hands.
Out of the corner of my eye, a form moved and I only then noticed it was the guards getting ready to apprehend me again.
I definitely cannot fight all of these people, even Sasuke would prove to be a challenge. Scanning the crowd I saw a middle-aged man and immediately the sickest plan began to stick.
It's the only way to get out of this alive.
Before, either the guards or Sasuke could react to my next move, I was took a kunai off a nearby shinobi's pouch and raced towards the man I just spotted. Landing right behind him with the kunai threatening to break skin, I watched the expression of the men who were about to put me down.
Smirking sinisterly to myself to convince them of my actions, I digged the kunai deeper in the man's skin and heard a pathetic whimper.
"Let me leave or I will kill this man." I locked eyes with each and every guard that wanted to come closer but making sure to avoid Sasuke's Sharingan.
I edged backwards slowly towards the main gate with the civilian still in my custody. What a perfect plan this was. They obviously cannot risk this man's life so they cannot make a move.
We were walking way too slowly, at which at any moment there could be reinforcements and I could be surrounded. I dug the kunai deeper until I could feel the wetness on my fingers. Oddly, the victim was quiet. Too quiet. Realization hit me. Substitution jutsu!
Letting go of what I thought was a civilian, I saw the gates were not too far away. I could probably make it if I sprinted, but even then, the guards on top of the towers could easily stop me. I'll have to use that jutsu to get out.
Seeing teams upon teams of Anbu and Root members, I knew my decision was final if I wanted to live.
My hands flew past several hand seals until I could feel the lull and drag on my body and I found myself suddenly on the border of Fire Country.
Doubling over, I began coughing up blood into my hands.
Blast those side effects!
Ignoring the urge to just bend over and keep hacking up red cells, I knew I should get out of the area and be as far as possible from Fire Country for a while.