Chapter Two
She began by running a mental check over herself. I'm alive, not hurt beyond a few bruises, and stark naked. Sakura didn't count think the bows counted much in the way of clothing. I need to get out of here, and find a weapon of some sort. Sakura slowly swung her legs around to get off the futon. Her skin prickled as the shirt slipped off of her shoulders, it was cold in the room. She felt a slight breeze coming from behind her, there must be an opening of some sort. Possibly an escape. Her mind began to form a plan, when her train of clear thought was interrupted by an overwhelming amount of charka coming from the right. Whipping her head around, her eyes met the eyes of Uchiha Sasuke.
They stayed locked in a staring contest for years it seemed. It was Sasuke that lost in the end, he turned his head away with a blush adorning his cheeks. And then Sakura realized why. She grabbed the shirt, which she now connected with him, and threw it over herself. "Y-you! You PERVERT!" she yelled. Sasuke though, ignored her and fumbled through his clothing to find her a pair of pants. "here." He grunted as he threw a pair of black baggy pants at her. He turned his back to her to give her privacy as she put them on and save the last scrap of dignity she still had.
Sakura fumed for a few moments, but took the pants. ….I don't even have any underwear…….this won't be very comfortable. She sighed and slipped them on anyways. "Sasuke.." she began "where I am?" her voice was hesitant and soft. Stepping off his bed she moved to him, but as soon as he turned face to face with her, her steps stopped. They stood almost five feet apart, but even that was to close. Neither knew how to act, or what to say. Well this is awkward! Sakura thought as she began to clench and unclench her fists. "You're in the Sound Village. The Oro-bastard brought you here as a…" he stopped and coughed into his fist "as a gift for me." He looked away from her as he finished. A…a GIFT!?!?! For the Uchiha!?!? Sakura pondered over this, and then decided what she needed.
"I need a belt. These pants are to big for me." She stated. He looked up and stared blankly at her, grunted, and went to fine one for her. Last thing he needed was her pants falling down. Although… He mentally slapped him self. She doesn't look half bad with the Uchiha fan though. She could be useful later. He found a white sash, the only white thing he owned, and tossed it to her. "Thanks." She replied as she tied it around her waist. Sasuke grunted and sat down on the floor. "Now what?" They both asked each other.
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"We have to get her back!" Naruto screamed. "Who knows what she's going through right now! The longer she's there the higher the chance is that she's dead!!!" He fumed at the Fifth Hokage. "We're all well aware of that Naruto. And we all want Sakura back just as much as you. But" Tsunade stopped. "There is too much at risk. And it's not just her life. If we launch a full attack, it would be asking for war. And we'd loose more than just one life." She looked at the shinobi gathered in her office. Kakashi, Neji, Naruto, Hinata, the list went on and on. All cared deeply about her apprentices life though and all wanted to see her home safe. "But have you all forgotten that Sakura is a trained medic nin and a full fledged ninja too? Who's to say she can't escape on her own?" Tsunade finished. They all nodded in agreement. "I'll make you all a deal, if she isn't back in three weeks I'll send all of you undercover into Sound on a rescue mission. Sound good? Good, not get the hell out of my office." As they all filed out, Tsunade couldn't suppress a low sigh. I hope this is the right thing to do. She thought.
Sakura stared at the man before her. You really haven't changed at all have you Sasuke? She thought bitterly as she examined him. He looked the same as he had the last time she'd seen him. Tall, brooding, and moody. It was when Sasuke stood up that Sakura's trance was broken. H walked around the room, once, twice, and then a third time before he sat back down with her. "There's a small plan in motion. Just a group of ten or so rebels. They'll help." He muttered. He still wouldn't look at her. "Help with what?" Sakura asked, getting me out of here? Or taking down Orochimaru? She turned his head to her, "Killing Orochimaru." He stated simply. "With you, if you aren't still weak," he snickered "we could win."
The cherry blossom sighed, and nodded. "I'll help you, no doubt, but" She paused and blushed, "I need some underwear. Then I can kick ass."