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Author: xWrittenInBlood

The most amazing Beta: Destroyed Illusions

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"Sick with myself, but I've got nothing else,
So I give it to myself, it's the only thing that helps."

The Loss - Hollywood Undead.

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Chapter Nine.

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The classroom was beaming, full of life. Sasuke wondered why he had never really paid attention to the students before.

"Naruto, give me the glue!"

Maybe it was because they were childish.

"Hinata!" The blonde whined, clutching the glue to his chest. "I don't want to!"

She held out her hand expectantly, Naruto sighed, putting the glue bottle in her hand - but his hand stayed attached.

"Naruto... Did you glue your hand to the glue bottle?" She asked slowly.

Tch... Idiot.

"No!" Naruto quickly defended himself. Hinata sighed in relief, then Naruto continued. "I super glued my hand to the bottle, now nobody can steal my glue bottle!"

Yeah... It was definitely because they were idiots.

Suigetsu burst out laughing next to Sasuke, temporarily deafening him. The raven haired youth glared at the shark like male next to him.

"Sorry, dude. But that little runt is hilarious!" And he laughed all over again.

Sasuke might have smiled - You know, if he wasn't Sasuke.

But he was Sasuke, and he would not smile.

He could not smile.

"Dude, loosen up! You act like such a prude! What are you, a virgin?"

Sasuke hit his head against the desk.

A lot.

Putting up with Suigetsu will drive you insane.

If only he actually knew Suigetsu.

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"Ino," Shikamaru started. He had to do it. It was Sakura or Ino, and Sakura was the winner.

"Shika." Ino laughed. Shikamaru cringed, he still felt that pang of guilt every time Ino called him Shika.

Maybe if he had been smarter about his moves. Not completely isolated himself from anyone but Ino. He had completely severed that relationship on his own. Sakura was the only one to voice her opinion.

So much for being a genius.

"Ino, I think we should break up."

He closed his eyes, maybe expecting a loud shriek. A slap across the face.

Something Ino-like.

But he was met with a sigh.

Slowly, he opened his eyes and was met with an understanding expression.

"Shikamaru... I knew this was going to happen, so don't worry about it." He was about to interrupt when she held up both of her hands in a silent gesture for him to wait. She smiled when he did. "I am upset, but maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Friends?" she held out her hand.

Shikamaru looked at her hand, before pushing it away. Hurt, tears welled up in Ino's eyes.

...He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, whispering a promise.

"Friends."

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Neji didn't know what was wrong with him. Why that sudden jealousy flooded through his veins. He could practically feel his white eyes bleed red when he even thought about her with the Uchiha.

But she told him she had to talk to Sasuke.

Neji hated it. Hated it with every fibre of his being.

"It is raining, you know." Neji lifted his eyes to look up at a tall women with brown hair. Strangely it was tied up in two buns, one on each side of her head. She held an umbrella over her head, offering a little shelter to him too.

He averted his eyes, ignoring the woman.

Ever the persistent one, she sat next to him on the park bench. She didn't look so tall now. If he was standing, she might come up to his eyebrows.

"Sheesh, you don't have to be so rude about it." She nudged him. Neji didn't say anything. Didn't have to. He was very good at portraying negative feelings with his eyes. Especially annoyance.

The girl could tell.

"I'm Tenten. You are?" She asked politely. When he didn't answer, she hit him with the umbrella, causing all the water drops on top of the material to come falling down on his face.

He glared at her heatedly, and she blushed in return with a sheepish smile.

He was hot when he was mad, she couldn't resist.

"Quack?" She said, but it came out as more of a question.

"Neji." He offered, and she liked his voice.

"Hmm, Neji. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand. He stared at it.

Again, she couldn't resist.

"Neji? How big is that pole up your ass?"

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"Sasuke?"

He froze at the sound of her voice, closing his eyes. He wanted her to keep talking so he could listen to her voice.

Then he remembered why his heart was in so much pain.

He glared at her as harshly as he could. "What do you want?" He hissed.

Sakura glared back at him. "You know what? Fuck you. Forget it."

And she stomped away.

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She was angry. So fucking angry. What the hell did she do to him?

What? She finally opens up to him, trusts him a little, and this is what she gets?

She just wanted to forget everything right now. She didn't want to remember her life, her stupid feelings, Sasuke!

Why did she even care about him anyway?

Gah! She just wanted to smash her head against a brick wall thirteen hundred times. And then some more.

She basically stomped down the dark street. This was never the good side of town.

It's okay, she thought. I don't care.

Everyone was looking at her. Envying her. She wore nice clothes - a black mini skirt and a blue hoodie - she looked out of place.

She sped up a little bit, maybe she should have paid attention where she was walking.

Calm down, Sakura. We don't do scared.

She held her head a little higher and pressed on.

"Hey sweetie. You look pretty nice." And then she felt a giant hand wrap around her throat. And then a cloth to her face.

If this could get anymore cliché, it would be a movie.

She was panicking, her vision blurring.

Who the fuck walks around with chloroform?

Then the world went black.

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She woke up in a dark room. Tied to something cold. A metal rail, perhaps?

"Ah, fuck." She mumbled under her breath.

"H-hello?" Someone asked her. Sakura stiffened, looking around her. She couldn't see anyone. But then again, she couldn't see a fucking thing in this darkness.

"Who's there?" The voice asked again. It sounded so scared, so vulnerable.

"Where are you?" Sakura asked, keeping her voice light. The girl was just as scared as she was.

There was a metal scraping sound as the other girl tried to move, then a mumbled 'Shit.'

"I'm near you. Are you okay?" She was concerned for the new girl. She knew the horrors of this place. She had been here for two weeks.

Sakura ignored the question, instead asking one of her own. "Where are we?"

The girl snorted lightly. "Hell." She paused, letting Sakura soak up the new knowledge. "They kidnap young women, turn them into sex slaves, sell them on."

Sakura turned rigid. This was definitely way too clichéd to be her life.

"Why are you still here then?" Sakura asked.

The girl was silent for a moment, before she whispered in a heart breaking voice,

"Because nobody wants me."

Over the next few hours, the two girls talked. Got to know each other.

The girl's name was Karin. She came from a broken home. Her mother turned into a drug addict as well as a prostitute, her father would hit her, beat her to a bloody pulp, let her heal and start the process all over again.

She wasn't even from around here, she was trying to track down her friend. She failed in her task, and deeply resented herself for acting so foolish. She had red hair and red eyes. She was 5'4 and wore black glasses.

Sakura decided that if she met Karin, in some place other than this, they would have painted the town blue together. Because painting the town red was so overrated.

Footsteps echoed down the hall way, a huge door was pulled open and lights flickered on.

The girls' eyes darted to the man. He was huge. He was tall and wide. He wore a mask over his head, so they weren't sure of his facial details or his hair color.

After a moment of analyzing, Sakura turned her attention to Karin.

Her eyes widened.

How could nobody want her? She was so fucking beautiful.

Her red mane was jaggedly cut, but suited her so well, falling beneath her shoulder blades. She was wearing her glasses and they made her red eyes seem like they were glowing.

Then she looked closer. Her clothes were practically torn. What was left of her clothes, anyway.

She wore a lilac colored shirt that looked like it had once been long sleeved top. It was cut to just under her breasts, the sleeves ripped and uneven. Her black mini skirt was dirty and torn at the edges, fraying. Her wrists were red and bruised from the rope that bound her to the wall.

Karin inspected Sakura too.

She's so beautiful. She won't be here long. They'll sell her. An exotic beauty. Fuck, please don't take her away. She doesn't deserve this. Karin pleaded in her mind. Sakura had informed her of her past, everything. Just as Karin had told her.

They felt a strange sort of connection.

"Karin," Sakura whispered low enough so only she could hear. The man's steps got closer. "We will get out of her. I'll get you out. I promise."

Karin felt the tears sting at her eyes. No one had ever - ever - promised, let alone told her, they would get her out of this Hell. Karin could only nod.

"Oh, how sweet. The little toys get along!" The man's voice was muffled by the mask. They could practically hear the sick smile in his voice. "Well, in that case..." He advanced towards them.

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