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Book of Revolution
By: Karasu Kyra

Her eyes opened to light shining in them. She was in an unfamiliar bed and saw a white ceiling. She sat up, finding the room devoid of anything except the loud beeping of her heart monitor.

She sighed and fell back to the bed. She couldn't really remember what happened yesterday, or why she was here. She knew she felt dead, her body aching worse than ever.

That was when Sakura came into the room.

"Sakura?"

"What?" asked the pink-haired girl as she sat on the edge of the blonde's bed.

"What happened?"

"We're not exactly sure. We think that with all the power you've been exerting, the stress on your mind and body, you snapped. You hurt seven people and…" the alpha's bond-mate stopped talking.

"And what, Sakura?"

"…and you killed two."

Ino was silent as tears of anger and pain came to her eyes. Then she bit out, "Who?"

"The ANBU operative Pheonix, also named Temura Selya, and the ANBU operative…Fox, also named…Shikamaru Nara."

"Ika! My brother. Oh, no. Oh, no,no,no,no!"

The blonde screamed. She screamed a heart-wrenching, agony-filled scream. The pinkette came forward and wrapped her arms around her lover, only to be violently pushed away. "Don't touch me!"

Sakura, pushed to her limit, screamed back, "Fine! See how much I care!"

And she ran.

0o0o0o0o0

Sasuke opened the door when he heard the knocking. There, stood Sakura.

"Sakura?"

The pink-haired girl swayed and the young Uchiha wrapped his arms around her, guiding her into the house. He set her on the couch and sat in the chair across from her.

Looking around, she saw Itachi and Shisui on the couch beside her, watching, their hands lightly clasped. Naruto walked out from down the hall that led to the bedrooms, to see all the commotion.

"Sakura?" asked Sasuke, again.

"I-" she started and broke off, unable to find her voice.

Then Itachi was by her side. He commanded, "Up."

Clumsily, she stood. Swaying once more, she felt the last of her energy leave her. She got a firm grip on Itachi's forearm and let him lead her to a bedroom and lay her down on the bed.

Itachi gave her a small, knowing smile. "Sleep and we'll talk about it when you wake."

All she could do was nod before she slipped into unconsciousness.

0o0o0o0

Ino sighed and rolled over again, careful of her I.V. How had she said those things to Sakura, done those things? The blonde would admit, she'd been a little pushy, but was it so bad? Couldn't the pinkette understand?

The alpha growled to herself as she remembered the hurt that had lashed back at her through their bond. Did that mean that her lover had felt the backlash of hurt, guilt, pain, irritation that swept through her?

This was why life-bonds could destroy a relationship just as easily as it could tighten it.

So much going on…She couldn't keep it straight.

She'd…killed…her own brother.

How could she….how could she…tell…deal…with…that?

I can't…deal with this.

Her eyes flicked to her bed side, to the I.V. that was dripping -she sniffed the air lightly- morphine. She watched as a stopper made it drip drop after drop at a regular rate. The blue-green eyes trailed down the tube the morphine slid down, and finally to the needle inserted in her arm, sending the medicine directly to her bloodstream.

0o0o0o0

Sakura woke with a start.

Something was wrong. She was sure of that.

She pulled herself to a sitting position and stared at the wall, trying to figure out the issue. Finding nothing out of place in the unfamiliar room, she stood. She started walking slowly toward the living room.

0o0o0o0

Ino pulled the needle out of her arm after dragging her sluggish body into a sitting position. She reached up to the bag of morphine and pulled it off the hook. She set it next to her and pulled the tube away from the stopper, then pulled the needle away, freeing the tube entirely. She tossed it aside.

0o0o0o0

Using a hand to steady herself, she guided herself slowly down the hall, looking into each bedroom as she passed. Each room looked well-kept and clean. Finally, she reached the living room and kitchen.

Itachi was in the kitchen cooking, Naruto and Shisui were on the couch watching a television program and Sasuke was curled in a recliner reading. It was dark out.

0o0o0o0

The blonde turned the bag upside-down and pulled the stopper out. Increasing the body heat in her fingers with a brush of magic, she cauterized the bag closed. Ino then inserted the needle directly into the morphine bag.

Ino found a piece of rubber across the room and tied it on her upper thigh. Watching as the veins grew because of the restricted circulation, she smiled in satisfaction.

Soon…

She pulled the bag toward her leg and pressed the needle into the artery on the inside of her thigh. Gasping as a continuous flow of cold liquid flooded through her blood.

"One minute and twenty-seven seconds," she whispered, "for it to permeate my entire circulatory system."

Laying there, she smiled as a welcomed numbness filled her and then blackness started closing in.

Soon…she would no longer be.

0o0o0o0

Sakura gave a strangled shriek as she felt Ino's life start to fade as it never had before. Going so fast, so fast.

"Itachi!" she gasped. "Look at our bond! Look at our bond! Where is she!?"

The second-oldest Uchiha had activated his Mangenkyo at the pinkette's scream. His eyes unfocused as he delved into the deepest consciousness of Sakura to her life-bond. When he snapped aware, he cried, "No."

Shisui felt the younger man's wave of despair and immediately knew it had to do with Ino. The three were out the door before Sasuke and Naruto could blink. Delayed by a tenth of a second, the two were sprinting behind the group.

0o0o0o0

Just before she'd lost complete consciousness, someone had run into the room and was sitting her up, trying to figure out what the problem was. She should be awake…

The blanket was thrown back and, after a gasp and prolonged staring, the last bit of morphine was ripped from her.

Too late, she thought with dread. Why did I…?

And all she knew was black.