Disclaimer - I do not own Naruto.

Author's notes - I apologize deeply before it happens; my lack of updating due to my attempt from trying to move without our house being completely built. Because of that I'm with my Grandparents and their computer is a little on the slow side, a well from the fact to that I can only go on for a short period of time. (It's a good thing I wrote these chapters prehand...) Anyway, I'm also a little sorry if I freaked you out with Orochimaru's little hit-on...I've never had anything like that happen to me, but I've scene the movies...even if it's not the same thing.

Time stood still for Sakura as she finished up the last of her horrifying event. Was it later then she thought it was or was time really standing still? Did she look like she was overreacting for something that was mild compared to what he could have done to her? What did Sasuke think? What would her parents think? Would she even tell them, if not what about Ino? Was she to know about what happened or would she simply laugh and comment on how desperate she was for attention or would she feel her sorry for her? Her hardest question was wondering if she'd ever return to the agency. She was only a model for a small two and a half months and already she was thinking about quitting for something that happened everyday. Throwing away all of her hard work would make her seem weak...

"Sorry, Sakura." Kakashi turned and pulled into a gas station. "We just need to top off...Rin, come with me please."

Rin nodded and gently let go of Sakura and followed Kakashi to the pump. Leaving her alone with Sasuke now.

Sakura brought up her middle finger and wiped the tears away from both of her eyes, making of tear drops on the side of her face. "Why can't I call him in?" She whispered in an angry and scared tone. "Is it because he's so famous and well known that I can't call him in?"

"No." He seemed to show little emotion in the event of what happened to her and the fact that he was shirtless in front of her.

"Please tell me why...Sasuke..." Tears re-formed in her eyes and she brought her legs up to her chest. It was a highly uncomfortable position in the car, but she didn't care.

Sasuke himself looked scared for a moment. "I...know what you're going through..." He finally said, looking down at Kakashi's clean car floor. "The same happened to me...after I first joined."

She gasped and the little color that was left in her face disappeared. If he had tried to do the same to Sasuke, then why wasn't she allowed to call him in? "Did you report him?" She asked, lowering her head into the wide collar of the shirt just in case he began to snap at her.

"No."

"Why not? Sasuke, what Orochimaru has done to us both is wrong...even if it's---"

"I know that." He shot at her. "You really know nothing about him do you? Do you remember the model Tayuya from five years ago?"

She nodded. "She was murdered wasn't she, in the parents waiting room, right?"

"While trying to report Orochimaru for sexual harassment." Sasuke finished for her and ignored Sakura's large eyes and second gasp of the night. "Yes, he killed her for trying to report him...she was only able to explain that she was a model and that her agent had forced himself on her. He came in and killed her then."

Her body shook with fear. "Sasuke, how do you know all of this?"

"Because..." He looked out the window and saw that Kakashi and Rin still were not back. "I was there to witness it."

"Sasuke..." Sakura slid her body closer to his with much care. "Is that why he...?"

"Possibly...what the---?"

Sakura's arms were wrapped around his neck and she buried her face into his chilled skin, her tears warming it up. "I'm so sorry." She breathed out as she kept a fair distance away from him without looking desperate or like she had made it all up to only be this close to him. "We'll get him someday for it...I promise."

At the hotel were Sasuke was staying, Sakura was treated with much care until her parents finished up. It was only eight thirty and their meeting went until eleven. She left a small whispered message on their cell saying that she was with some model friends who didn't want to leave her alone and that they should call Room 227 if they wanted to get her. After she hung up the phone, Rin gave Sakura one of her own shirts which was a much better fit and was very beautiful, but she preferred Sasuke's baggy blue one. She laid in the bed were Sasuke would be sleeping and only moved her eyes when she was asked something. Her legs were brought up to her chest and she held her body tightly. She was growing tired and wanted to rest, yet the fear of Orochimaru coming back to finish the job or even kill her crossed her mind and was possibly the reason of why she was not yet asleep.

Once more, Kakashi and Rin left her and Sasuke alone to 'pick up supper' as they claimed.

"Sasuke...?" Sakura finally spoke.

"Hn?"

"Thank you for bringing me with you...giving me your shirt and letting me stay on your bed while my parents are out...he probably would have caught up with me if it wasn't for you." She said poetically.

"Hn..."

"If I hadn't kneed him in the...area...he probably would have succeeded."

Sasuke gave a stiffed laugh and smirked. Amused by Sakura's attack to escape.

"How did you get away?" She loosened her body and sat up, supporting her upper half by her arms. "I'm sure he didn't even get very far..."

"I punched him in the face." Sasuke said flatly. "I'd also rather not talk about it."

Sakura bit her lip and laid back down on the bed. "I understand..."

Sakura spent most of Sunday in her bed. When her parents told her how proud they were of her and she was growing up so fast. She didn't feel like talking about the show though, she felt ill and dirty. Arriving home at two in the morning, Sakura sat in the shower for another hour while the hot water beat upon her body. She lathered up in soap and rinsed repeatedly but the feeling of Orochimaru's skin touching her own remained.

Ino had called earlier that morning to give Sakura a warning that she would be coming around noon-ish after she was done visiting Shikamaru. She spoke in her usual pride-filled voice and didn't question her on why she sounded so depressed. Her visit with Ino seemed to take forever. Most of the the visit concluded of Ino bragging about herself and how proud everyone was of her at the show the other night. Ino seemed highly oblivious to Sakura's pain.

"So, what did you do after the show?" Ino finally asked after she had finished talking repeditly about herself.

"I...hung out with Sasuke for a little while."

Ino twitched. "Oh, you did?"

She nodded. "Yes...we just watched a bit of t.v. and chatted a little bit about...life."

"He mentioned me though, didn't he?"

"No...we didn't talk about you. We just talked about ourselves."

Ino frowned and crossed her arms. "You shouldn't act so conceited."

"I'll keep that in mind..." She replied with a bitter tone.

Ino smiled and reached into a bag that she brought with her and pulled out a large pink lunch box. "Here, my mom made this for you as a congratulations box for your fashion show the other night. It's just full of sweets mainly...you know my mom." She tossed the box to Sakura and pulled out a large purple box. "I decided that we should get glammed up for tomorrow when we go back to school...so why don't we paint our nails, have a sleep over and do our hair and makeup together tomorrow?"

Sakura raised an eyebrow. It was odd to see Ino in such a caring mood, but she was happy because of that. After the night before, she needed something to make her happy.

Ino shook several different bottles of nail polish and set them on her desk along with a file and nail clippers. She pulled out a deep shade of purple for herself and then a variety of bright colors for Sakura to take her pick (peachy-pink) and then pulled out a few more items for their feet. She was now grateful that Ino came over, it was the one thing that lightened her thoughts of Orochimaru. As they worked on each others hands and feet little words were exchanged between the two until Sakura pulled her hands away in fear as arm brushed against her leg as she went down.

"What? I barely touched you."

"Sorry. It just startled me." She stuttered, going back to work on Ino's feet.

"You seem so jumpy today. Did something happen the other night that freaked you out?" Ino shook a bottle of lotion to get the little amount left to the tip.

"No. What makes you say that? Nothing happened." Sakura said a little to fast, accidently messing up the nail polish on Ino's big-toe.

"I was just curious." Ino set down the bottle. "You're so jumpy."

After their nails had dried and the girls had changed into their pajamas they placed a movie into Sakura's t.v. It was the usual chick flick they both watched together whenever they were together. A simple man and a simple woman fall in love, but a war interferes with their love and they are separated. In the end one of them ended up dying and both girls had their faces covered in tears. They would then cry and go on about how romantic the movie was and that it was so good, even if it was their hundredth time seeing it. It was late by the time the movie had ended and the girls did a little bit of chit-chat afterwards before falling asleep.

Sakura smiled in her sleep. Her thoughts were almost over Orochimaru and the horrifying incident. Almost over wasn't the same as being fully over though.

In her dream, it was as vivid as it was in reality. She was back in the bathroom stall with Orochimaru's hips pressed firmly against her own. His arms still captured her wrists and she was unable to make a sound our lift up her legs from the increased amount of pressure. She cried and screamed for him to stop even though it was useless. He wouldn't stop even if he could hear her. He whispered words in her ear that made her want to die and as he began to work his way with kisses all over her lips and neck she continued to cry out for him to stop. Why couldn't she speak? Why was this happening to her again?!

"Sakura?!" Ino shook her furiously, trying to wake her up from her horrifying nightmare.

"Get off of---Ino!" She cried and wrapped her arms around her friends body and sobbed into her pajamas.

"What the hell were you dreaming about?" Ino said with slight disgust of Sakura's tears soaking through her clothes.

"It was a terrible dream." She finally said in-between hiccups. "That's all. Just a bad dream...sorry I overacted on it."

Ino cocked an eyebrow and pulled away from Sakura. "Right...maybe the violence in that movie just got to your head."

"Yeah...that was it." She mumbled. I can't keep this in anymore...I need to report him for what he did. No one should get away with this. I'd rather die then have him touch another model!

The next morning (after Ino and Sakura had worked carefully on each others hair and makeup) the girls rushed off to school without any breakfast. After quickly catching site of Shikamaru, Sakura pushed Ino over to his desk and made sure they were in a deep conversation before rushing over to Sasuke's desk.

"Sasuke..." Sakura said in a low-whisper. "I can't keep it a secret...I have to tell someone."

"You can't!" He hissed.

"I had a dream that he was...kissing me in the exact same stall!" She hissed back.

Sasuke's eyes twitched. "You'll learn to deal with it, Sakura."

Tears fell onto his desk as she began to cry. "I can't just 'deal with it'...Sasuke the man is a Bisexual pedophile!"

"I'll protect you from him."

She blinked and more tears fell onto his desk. "What?"

"I said I'll protect you from him." He repeated, slightly annoyed.

"H-how?"

Sasuke's eyes darted to Ino, then to Iruka-Sensei who just walked in through the door. "Trust me."

Sakura walked into the agencies front doors and felt numb. Orochimaru would want to weigh her now and after Saturday night, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to do it. The thought of her removing her clothing so he could weigh her, made her sick to her stomach. What if he took advantage of that and tried to force himself on her again? Sakura's appetite had disappeared. The shock of Orochimaru was that impacting that she couldn't dare touch food. It would probably be the only ever time where she would thank him she was able to miss two days of food and having one night of cocaine earlier made things fall finally into place.

"I haven't seen you in days!" Tenten's friendly voice called out from a fair distance.

"Sorry. I've been busy."

"You weren't even at the after-show party. It was slightly a good thing...Ino got...well I'm not going to say it. I'm just happy you're back. And you look so thin too, hitting the gym a lot I suppose?"

Sakura gave a weak smile. "Thanks..."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I've just been busy." Sakura gave out a fake laugh. "I swear, I'll make up missing the party to you later, alright?" She parted herself from Tenten. "Orochimaru probably wants to see me now, so I'll catch up with you soon."

When she walked into the usual room, she saw everything seemed to appear normal. The scale in front of the mirror, mountains of makeup, racks and racks of clothing, and Orochimaru sitting in a large comfortable chair with a highly pissed look on his face. "Get on the scale." He snapped at her quickly

She jumped and quickly removed her clothes and stepped onto the scale. Her hunger and fear were catching up to her as he walked over. Her stomach whined for food as he circled around her body and demanded she ready off the weight.

"104."

He stopped in front of her and gave her a sweet smile. "Good girl...you'll be perfect soon. Just a few more pounds...and then we'll work to your next goal to make you even better." His smile then vanished as soon at it had appeared and he stuck her across the face, sending her to topple backwards and fall onto her bottom. "I know you didn't tell anyone, Sakura...that was for the pain in my crotch you caused me."

Sakura pursed her lips together and curled her body into a small ball. "I..I'm sorry."

Orochimaru's smile returned, as well his disturbingly cheerful voice. "I know you are. Now get out...you have a photoshoot in a couple of minutes."

She quickly put on her clothing and ran to the only room where they were still setting up for the shoot. Jiraiya was setting up his camera's, a few other workers were setting up a green screen and there were several different outfits to choose from.

"What's the theme?" She asked Jiraiya.

"Are you serious? Haven't you read the papers yet?...What happened to your face?" He replied, puzzled.

"Nothing -- no, why?"

Jiraiya smiled. "Sakura, you're the latest craz. Everyone thought you were so beautiful and talented that you're on the cover of nearly every magazine and newspaper."

Her jaw dropped. "So I'm doing an editorial?!"

He nodded and she gasped with joy. She didn't need orders from anyone this time, by the time Orochimaru came into the room to guide her, she was working on her second outfit -- this one being a crimson gown while her first was a sexy top and jeans -- he didn't look to thrilled that in nearly everyone of her shots she was smiling with joy or showing some hint of happiness when the shots were to be serious or more lustful. She tried the best she could to avoid screaming out how happy she was, how suddenly her mood had changed because of a simple paper. After doing ten different photoshoots, Sakura was interviewed by three different magazines, including her favorite title. Most of the questions were about her life before the modeling, what it was like now, and random boring questions like that. They asked her about her favorite movies, books, and actors and promised her that the interview and photos would be printed in the March issue.

After she had finished with the interviewers, Sakura changed back into her regular clothing and after chatting with Tenten for an hour or so, she began to head home hoping the chocolate bar in her purse would go unseen.

"Sakura...come here."

Chills danced up her spin as she turned around. Orochimaru stood in the doorway to her room and motioned for her to come. She did as she was told and had her fist ready to attack if he tried to touch her again.

"You know now that you're going to be famous very soon." -- Sakura backed up a bit -- "And what does society want? A beautiful and skinny idol to look up to. So, if I were you...I'd throw the chocolate away and do the best I could to look nice for a change."

She nodded and kept her eyes focused to the mirror behind him. No longer would she make eye contact with him and looking at something behind him helped.

"Use the cocaine more, I keep telling you that."

"I will." She said quickly and ran out the door so she could get home faster.

When she got home, her parents welcomed her with a large dinner which was accompanied by Hinata, her sister and father, Ino's parents, and a pissed-off Ino. The meal was large and it was only the main course. Her mother made so many sides, potatoes, peas, corn, salad, and several other mixed vegetables. Dessert was a highly expensive cake that Sakura had only tried once, when she was just a little girl, and was given the biggest slice because of her newfound fame. Throughout the meal the parents chatted happily about their children's lives while the others moved to Sakura's room after dinner and talked about the usual of boys and life before Ino finally snapped.

"I don't see why they are claiming you as the latest craze. I was there too and my looks are more pleasing. My forehead isn't over-sized and my hair isn't an abnormal color! Possibly they are getting use confused, and it'll be my name all over the papers in no time."

Hinata and Hanabi shook their heads. It seemed Ino's pride was starting to bother her other friends as well. No one said a word though as Ino continued to raid on about how she was better and they were obviously confused and mixed their bodies up. It seemed yet to dawn on her that Sakura was right in front of her when she then said loudly "not to mention I'm thinner then her."

Sakura didn't say a word to Ino when she left and hung her head as low as possible as Hinata and Hanabi tried to comfort her before they left. Ino was right on several of her statements. She did have an abnormal hair color and not many people were fond of pink. She wasn't highly popular like Ino and she wasn't always being praised for her appearance. 'Thinner then her' was another thing Ino was right in. She was so heavy compared to Ino and the dinner that had taken place tonight didn't help her at all. Sakura stripped off all of her clothing, including her underwear, locked her bathroom door and looked into the mirror with sorrow-filled eyes. Her bottom was a little flabby and it was affordable to drop a little weight to make it more flat like Ino's. Her thighs showed that she ate one to many doughnuts and her stomach looked as though she was a few weeks pregnant. Her lip quivered as she looked back at her reflection as she stood on her scale, 107, why did she have to be so fat?

She moved back to the scale and whispered, "you fat bitch."

At that moment, Sakura lost the last ounce of innocence left in her.

Author's notes - Today the author of this story turns fifteen! ('bout time too!! She was really happy to see that she's now more mature and is one year closer to getting her drivers!!) and she decided to celebrate by giving all her stories an update because you people who keep this story going are just so sweet. (Coughs) ...I have an Eating Disorder play list on my Musicmatch...writing that last scene with Sakura was highly deep to write while listening to "Beauty From Pain" (which is not mine) was really deep. Some of you may question about why is Sakura's weight only balancing from 104 -110? Because in reality the weight doesn't just shed that easily and for an Anorexic, bingeing often doesn't help, even though she may be working out a lot. Muscle weighs more...so it's only natural for her weight to bounce around.

Thank you for reading.