A/N: In case anyone was worried... I survived the midterm.

Disclaimer: I heard the characters from Naruto are staging a coup against K. Masashi... I get first dibs on Kiba, no questions asked.

Seven Years Previous.

Sakura Haruno threw open her bedroom door, dropping her bag by her desk before falling onto her bed with a groan. School was too hard, too boring, and way too long. She couldn't wait to graduate.

The rosette brushed some pink hair out of her face with a sigh before hearing her mother calling her from the kitchen. She needed help with dinner. Figures, she thought, annoyed.

"Sakura!"

"I know, I know! I'm coming!" She pushed herself off the bed with a grunt, glancing at a picture on the dresser by her door before continuing out into the corridor and heading down the stairs.

She entered the kitchen, stretching, and looked at what her mother was doing. She winced as she realized they were having meatloaf. She bloody hated meatloaf! Why were they having stupid meatloaf?! It was like her mother enjoyed punishing her or something.

As she opened her mouth to complain, she remembered something and snapped it shut. She glanced at the calendar and saw the date circled. It was for that reason. She always did like meatloaf—or so Sakura had been told.

The rosette sighed, shaking her head as she walked up to the counter to help her mother. She was chopping onions, tears slowly streaming down her face. Sakura had the sinking feeling it had nothing to do with the vegetable she was cutting. Slowly, as if afraid to break someone as fragile as her mother, Sakura pried the knife from the older woman's hands, Mrs. Haruno making no attempt to stop her.

"Why don't you go take a bath?" Sakura whispered. "I can do the rest in here."

Mrs. Haruno turned without a word, burying her face in her hands as she cried. Sakura just sighed, shaking her head. It had been thirteen years and her mother still couldn't deal with it. Sakura wondered if she ever would. After all, if she hadn't gotten over it yet, was there really a chance she ever would?

The phone rang in the other room and Sakura was about to get it when her mother answered instead.

"Hello? Oh, hi, it's been a while. Yes, thank you. Much better. We're all doing well. Thank you for calling. Thank you—" Her voice cut off as she sobbed. "For remembering. Thank you." She hung up and ran up the stairs, sobbing.

Five Years Later.

Sakura beamed as she and her parents left the posh restaurant, headed back towards their home. It was Sakura's birthday, and they'd just taken her out to dinner. She was so happy to finally be eighteen years old. Her parents still had a say in what she did with her life, but at least she had a little bit more control.

"So, honey," Mr. Haruno put his arm around Sakura's shoulders, "when are you going to get a boyfriend?"

"Dad." She shoved him away playfully.

"I'm just curious as to when I'm going to have grandchildren, that's all." He winked.

"You're such a loser." Sakura rolled her eyes.

"Maybe we should introduce her to—"

"Honey." Mr. Haruno turned to fix his wife with a hard look. "It's Sakura's birthday. For one day, can you please just focus on her?"

Sakura sighed, knowing what was coming. Now, they were going to start fighting. And she was going to have the pleasure of listening to them on her birthday. What a treat.

Before the fight could even break out, Mrs. Haruno looked up and froze, her hand gripping Mr. Haruno's arm tightly. She had paled considerably, and her husband turned to see what she was looking at. His eyes widened. Confused at their reactions, Sakura followed their gazes. In front of them stood three men.

They couldn't be any older than twenty, based on their appearances. The one in the middle had a huge grin on his face. His shaggy blond hair fell around his face and into his eyes. There was a terrifying well of knowledge in those bright blue eyes, making the man seem much older than he appeared.

The one on his left had blond hair as well, but slightly longer so that he could tie it at the nape of his neck. His eyes were dark hazel, and he kept licking his lips at them.

The last man on the right was wearing a black sweater, the hood pulled up over his head, hiding his hair. His head was bowed, further hiding his eyes and face from view.

Mr. Haruno startled Sakura by grabbing her arm and pulling her behind himself. "What do you want?" he growled.

"Aw, you wound me." The one in the middle walked forward, still grinning. "I just wanted to come wish your daughter a happy birthday."

"Stay back!" Mrs. Haruno shrieked. "Don't come any closer! You're not taking her away from me! I won't let you!" Mrs. Haruno grabbed Sakura, hugging her tightly behind her husband.

"That's no way to talk to me." He narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers.

Seconds later, the other blond grabbed her mother's arm, wrenching the two women apart. The hooded man appeared in front of her father, his hand around the man's throat and lifting him off the ground.

Sakura opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out. And a second later, Arashi was in front of her.

"Deidara, Kakuzu—go ahead and feed."

Feed?! Sakura's mind shrieked in terror as the blond before her took her chin between his fingers. He turned her head this way and that, as if inspecting her. Sakura breathed hard as she stared at him, wondering what he was doing. She whimpered in fright as he pushed his hand up under her shirt, resting it on her stomach. He waited a few seconds, and sighed.

"Why was it only her who could do it?" he whispered as he let his hand on her stomach fall away. The one on her chin moved up to caress her cheek. "Such a shame. You're just as beautiful. Sadly, I have no use for you." He closed his eyes, his hand still on her cheek as Sakura shook, her eyes locked on him. He then snapped open his eyes, the blue replaced by a deep red. The second their eyes met, Sakura stopped shaking and relaxed against him. He smiled, brushing her hair over her shoulder and tilting her head slightly.

Sakura's mind screamed at her to move. It told her to kick this pervert in the nuts and bolt, but she couldn't. Even as she tried to move, something else in her mind—a voice she knew shouldn't be there—was whispering to her. It kept telling her everything would be okay, and she had nothing to worry about. She gasped, and then groaned as she felt something against her neck. One part of her mind screamed that it hurt, but the other voice—the new one—told her it felt good. It felt—arousing. It didn't hurt, not even a little bit.

Sakura's hands came up of their own accord, one burying itself in the blond locks atop the man's head, while her other went behind his neck, pulling him closer. Her vision began to fade and her limbs felt heavy, but she didn't seem to notice. Soon, her hands fell back to her sides as her breathing became shallower. Her eyes began to slip closed. She felt the man pull away from her neck, his lips pressing against hers lightly. Sakura tasted blood.

"It's been fun." he whispered in her ear. "Say hi to her for me."

Then, he let her go. Sakura fell to her knees before falling on her face, still not feeling any pain, but aware of the fact that something was very wrong. She tried to move, but she lacked the strength. She tried to speak, but her throat closed up. She could barely see the three pairs of feet walk away from her, and wondered what had just happened. Her mind was too sluggish, she didn't understand.

As her eyes began to close, something white flashed in her field of vision before it came towards her, making a loud, annoying sound. Then, something wet was touching her cheek. It took her foggy brain a few seconds to identify the sound as barking, and the wetness as a nose. This was a dog.

"Aw, Christ!" a voice exclaimed before she saw feet in front of her again. "Is she the only one still alive?" Another bark as Sakura was rolled onto her back and a light was shone in her eyes. "Pupils are dilating. She'll live if we hurry."

The brunette in front of her pulled out his phone and brought it to his mouth, hitting a button. She realized the phone doubled as a walkie-talkie.

"Yo, blondie, you and the bastard still together?"

"Stop calling me that, you dumbass." a stoic voice replied, annoyed.

"I've got a kid here." The brunette looked down at Sakura. "She's still alive, but not for long. Looks like she was with her parents. They're dead. What do I do, bring her back to Kakashi?"

"Naruto says yes. He wants her to be saved."

"Yeah, he wants everyone to be saved." He sighed. "I'll bring her to Kakashi."

He shoved the phone back in his pocket and went to lift Sakura into his arms. She groaned and tried to get away, but she was too weak. "Calm down, princess, I'm not going to hurt you." He lifted her in his arms and ran, the dog following.

Sakura was falling in and out of consciousness as they ran. By the time she woke up again for the fifth time, she was in an elevator. The doors opened and the brunette walked out.

"Kakashi, turn off your porn, I need help." Sakura groaned as she was placed on what she could only assume was a table.

"Damn, Kiba, we can't save them all! Stop letting Naruto force you into bringing them back here!" A man with grey hair appeared in front of her, checking her eyes before touching the wound on her neck. Sakura was a little confused. His hair was grey, but he had a young face.

"I'm not gonna argue with him, I don't have a death wish." The brunette named Kiba walked across the large basement before pulling out a pack of cigarettes and putting one between his lips.

"I thought I told you to quit." Kakashi—she assumed—snapped at Kiba as the man left her line of sight.

"And I thought I told you that you weren't my father."

Kakashi grunted as he did something on the computer, blood on his index and middle fingers. The computer beeped and Kakashi headed towards a fridge in the corner, pulling it open. It was split down the middle, with two pictures, one on either side of the separation. One side had a red cross, and the other side had a mouth. If Sakura knew anything about the people in this house, she would understand that the mouth represented the blood to feed, and the cross represented the blood to use in case someone was injured.

"Kiba, wanna write down that we need more B positive, please." Kakashi grabbed two bags and hurried back to Sakura's side, Kiba complying with his request.

The grey haired man moved quickly, getting a needle into Sakura's arm and allowing the blood from the bag to flow into her arm. Kakashi ran his hand through her hair, his eyes holding a hint of sadness.

"So much like her." he whispered to himself, pulling his hand away.

"Yo, old man, I'm going back out."

"Be careful." Kakashi warned as Kiba inhaled on his cigarette, disappearing into the elevator.

Once the other was gone, Kakashi looked back down at her, running his hand through her hair. Sakura was still fairly weak, but she was starting to get her focus back. She could vaguely recognize the man before her, but couldn't think of where she'd seen him before. It was the strangest feeling she'd ever experienced.

"Hey, you're one of the lucky ones." Kakashi smiled. "It looks like you're going to be just fine." She forced a smile before closing her eyes, the hand in her hair soothing her into unconsciousness.

When she woke up, she wasn't sure how much time had passed, but Kakashi was busy cleaning things up. Sakura groaned and sat up, her head spinning. Kakashi heard her groan over the sound of the running water and turned around.

"Hey, don't overdo yourself." Kakashi shut the water off and rushed to her side.

"I need a shower." she insisted.

"You're too weak, you'll hurt yourself."

"Please." she whispered. "I-I can feel him on me. I need to get him off."

Kakashi's mind flashed back to all those years ago, when Shayera had shown up on his doorstep, pleading for his help. He shook his head to force the memory away.

"All right. But I can't leave you alone." He winced, hoping she didn't think he was a pervert. Yes, he looked at porn, but his wanting to stay with her had more to do with the fact that he didn't want her to fall over and crack her head open. That would've been a waste of blood.

To his surprise, she merely nodded, holding one hand out for him to help her stand. He took it and pulled her to her feet. The second she stood, her knees buckled and Kakashi had to grab her around the middle and pull her to him in order to save her from falling. He quickly shifted, picking her up in his arms and heading towards the elevator. They waited a few seconds for it to arrive before Kakashi entered.

"Where am I?" she asked weakly, her throat still dry. "A doctor's house?"

Kakashi chuckled. "No, I'm no doctor. You're in the Uchiha mansion." The doors opened and he walked down a long corridor.

"Uchiha mansion?" she asked, closing her eyes. It was too hard to keep them open. "Why would I be brought here?"

"Because no one at the hospital would've been able to help you." Kakashi whispered as they entered a room—Sakura assumed it was his. "They wouldn't even understand what was wrong with you."

They entered the bathroom and Kakashi used his foot to knock down the toilet seat and lid, sitting Sakura on it before heading to the bathtub and running the water. He got it going fairly hot before turning back to her, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. He walked up to her and crouched in front of her, clearing his throat.

"This is going to get really uncomfortable, so, um—do you want to stay in your bra and underwear? I don't think I'll be able to stay if you get any lower."

"That's fine, I just need him off me."

Kakashi nodded and brought his hands to the bottom of her shirt. He began to lift it slowly, exposing her stomach, and then her chest before finally pulling it over her head, the rosette raising her arms to let the material pass over her head. Kakashi folded it before putting it on the counter.

"Can you stand?" he asked as he took off her shoes and socks.

"I don't know." she admitted.

"Try. I'll catch you if you fall." he said reassuringly as he stood, holding his hand out to her. She took it and stood before her knees buckled. Kakashi grabbed her around the waist with one hand, holding her against himself.

"Put your arms around my neck. I'll hold you up." he murmured.

Sakura complied with his request. Had she not still been low on blood, she would have been blushing as Kakashi's hand went lower and undid her pants. He held her around the waist as his other hand attempted to remove her pants. Once they passed her knees, he sat her back down and pulled them off completely, folding them and putting them on the counter with her shirt. Once she was stripped to her bra and underwear, Kakashi stood and turned off the water before pulling off his own shirt. He kept his pants on, not wanting Sakura to feel uncomfortable.

"Okay, let's get you in the water."

Kakashi bent down and picked her up again. He deposited her gently in the tub before kneeling beside it and grabbing the soap. He held it out to her, and was startled to see her eyes closed. He leaned forward and checked for a pulse and breathing. She was fine, just asleep. Kakashi sighed, relieved, and stared at her. He wasn't sure what to do, so, he slowly began to wash her. His hand slid across her smooth skin, leaving behind suds as he cleaned "him" off her.

Once he was done, Kakashi stood and pulled her out of the tub, sitting her upon the counter as he grabbed a towel and began to dry her. Once she was decently dry, he took her in his arms and brought her into his room. He placed her on the bed before grabbing a large shirt of his and returning to her side, pulling it onto her body. He pulled the covers up to her chin as he ran his hand through her hair.

Kissing her forehead, he turned, grabbing another shirt to pull on. "Night, Shayera." he whispered absently before closing the door.

Sakura's eyes blinked open slowly, wondering how Kakashi knew that name before she passed out again.

Two Days Later.

Sakura opened her eyes slowly, her head pounding, her stomach clenching, and her bladder screaming. She was disoriented, and confused, unable to remember where she was. She pulled herself out of bed, heading towards the door in the corner that she could only assume was a bathroom.

Once the screaming in her bladder was gone, she wanted to get rid of her other two problems. She opened the cabinet in the bathroom in search of advil or tylenol. She found nothing, which annoyed her more than it should have. She went back into the room, looking for some pants, since she'd noticed that the only thing she was wearing was a shirt, her bra, and her knickers. She didn't want to go snooping, though, so she huffed, stomping her foot in annoyance. The shirt covers enough, anyway, she finally thought with a sigh, looking down at the shirt that was almost down to her knees.

She headed for the door and pulled it open, glancing down the corridor. She could see windows, but it was dark out. She wondered how long she'd been unconscious. A clock in the corridor informed her that it was five in the morning, and she doubted anyone was even still awake. She wrung her hands together as she reached the elevator, wondering if there was even any stairs. She pushed the button, waiting for the lift to arrive. Once it did, she entered it before hitting the button for the basement.

The doors opened a few seconds later, and Sakura froze. She'd been expecting Kakashi, and maybe even Kiba, but not a whole friggen posse!

There were three other boys standing with Kakashi and Kiba, as well as another girl. Sakura blushed from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes.

"Hey, you're awake. We were getting worried." Kiba grinned. He had a cigarette between his lips again, a smirk on his face.

A raven boy smacked Kiba across the back of the head as the girl rushed towards Sakura and took her hand, a blush on her own face. "C-come with me. I'll get you some pants."

Her eyes were unnaturally pale, and Sakura actually missed what the other girl had said because she'd been staring at them. It wasn't until her hand was tugged and she was dragged across the basement that the words sank in. The two of them entered a room and the door was closed.

"You're a six, right?" the girl asked as she opened a closet across the room. Sakura couldn't help but shudder. It was so dark and cold in that room, the windows having been cemented in.

"Yeah." Sakura turned to the girl. "I'm Sakura, by the way."

"Hinata." She smiled as she turned, holding out a pair of pants.

"Thanks." Sakura pulled them on, a blush still on her cheeks. Once she was clothed, Hinata opened the door and they rejoined the group.

"How are you feeling?" Kakashi asked Sakura as they approached, leaning back against a desk with his arms crossed.

"Better." she admitted, crossing her own arms self-consciously as everyone stared at her. "Um, what happened to m—" Her eyes locked on one of the three newcomers and she paled, taking a step back.

"What's wrong?" Kakashi asked, concerned.

The blond she was staring at frowned, and made to step towards her, but she screamed. "Get away! Don't touch me!"

"What's the matter? Naruto, what did you do?" one of the ravens beside him—the one with short hair—demanded.

"I didn't do anything!" Naruto—she assumed—insisted.

"You were there!" Sakura shrieked. "You're the one who-who..." She trailed off, still not sure what, exactly, had happened.

"Arashi." Naruto growled. "That's who attacked her."

"Fuck, this is all we need." Kiba inhaled on his cigarette before flicking it away, smoke coming out of his mouth as he continued to speak, Hinata stepping on the still-burning cigarette. "Saving the trash Arashi took out. Now we've gotten him even angrier."

Trash? Sakura's eyebrow twitched.

"Kiba, that was rude." Naruto glared before turning back to Sakura. "I'm sorry if my appearance scares you. I know I look a lot like him. We're—related." He practically spat the last word.

"Oh." Sakura was still a little nervous, but she tried not to show it. "So—what exactly happened?"

"You were attacked by vampires." the long-haired raven informed monotonously. Sakura stared at him for a few seconds as everyone remained silent. Then, she burst out laughing.

"V-vampires?" she choked out between giggles. "Oh, man. My stomach hurts." She held it with one hand as she laughed. "Vampires. Okay, come on, seriously. I almost died. What happened?"

"Neji was telling the truth." Kakashi whispered. "You were attacked by vampires."

Sakura shook her head. "You guys are whack jobs. I was not attacked by vampires! Those things don't exist!"

"Don't they?" Neji asked before baring his fangs at her. Sakura took a step back, her fear evident in her eyes.

"Neji, don't scare her!" the only boy whose name she didn't know snapped.

"Humans." Neji snorted. Naruto gave him a look, Neji just shrugging. "What? I wasn't insulting you; you're not human."

"You're not?!" Sakura squeaked.

"I'm—complicated." Naruto muttered, shifting uncomfortably.

"Don't worry, duchess, you're safe." Kiba appeared beside her, another cigarette between his lips. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, Sakura tensing. Kiba motioned Kakashi with his other hand, the cigarette between two fingers as he exhaled. "Kakashi over there is human. Sasuke is also human." He motioned the short-haired raven. "Neji and Hinata are vampires, but they have souls." He motioned them. "And Naruto there is a little bit of A, and a little bit of B."

"What about you?" she asked, turning to Kiba as he brought the cigarette back to his mouth. "Are—you a vampire?"

"If I say no," he exhaled, then grinned, "can I bite you?"

"Kiba!" Kakashi shouted angrily, the brunette turning to him with a pout.

"You never let me have any fun!"

"That's because you have 'fun' at the most inappropriate times!"

"Yeah, yeah." Kiba dropped his arm from Sakura's shoulders. "What about you, foxy? What's your name?"

"Sakura." she replied. "Sakura Haruno."

Kakashi jerked and fell over.

"Kakashi!" Naruto ran to help him up, but the other man was staring at Sakura as if he'd seen a ghost.

"Holy shit." he breathed. "You're Shayera's sister?!"

Sakura's eyes widened as she pointed one finger at Kakashi. "Oh my God! You're her best friend! I knew I'd seen you somewhere before! Mum has pictures of you with Shayera! You're the one who calls on her birthday every year!"

"Wait, wait." Naruto yelled. "So, she's Shayera's sister?"

"Yes." Kakashi replied. "Mrs. Haruno was six months pregnant when Shayera died. They've never met."

"But—wait." Naruto rubbed his temples. "If you're Shayera's sister, and Shayera was my mum, then—you're like... my aunt?"

Everyone was silent.

"Weird." Sakura whispered. "You're, like, three months older than me."

"Trippy." Kiba grinned.

"We never knew what happened to you." Sakura said. "Why didn't you send him to us?" Sakura rounded on Kakashi.

"It wasn't safe." the older man whispered. "For you, or for him."

"Mum always thought that Shayera had died with the baby, and she refused to have an autopsy done."

"The cut along her abdomen wasn't enough of a hint?" Kakashi asked dryly.

"There was no cut." Sakura frowned.

"Arashi." Naruto growled for the second time that night.

"Am I to assume he's your father?"

Sakura was stunned when Neji and Sasuke lunged at Naruto, grabbing him and slamming him into the ground as he screamed in rage and struggled. Hinata and Kiba grabbed Sakura, yanking her backwards.

"He's not my father!" Naruto hollered. "Don't ever call him that!"

"Naruto hates Arashi." Hinata whispered to the rosette. "He hates being reminded of the fact that Arashi is his dad."

"Good to know." Sakura swallowed hard. "Speaking of dads, where are my parents?"

Everyone went silent. Even Naruto stopped struggling. No one spoke a word.

Sakura sat on the bed with her knees drawn up and her arms wrapped around them. She'd been in Kakashi's room before, but now that she'd woken up, they'd moved her to the room next door. She hadn't really moved since the news of her parents, and as she'd gone missing, people had assumed she'd died. She didn't know what to do. The others insisted it was better this way, because Arashi wouldn't know she had lived, but Sakura figured he'd find out, anyway.

There was a knock at her door and Kakashi entered, crossing his arms. "So, have you decided?"

She had two choices: stay with them and fight the good fight, or have Sasuke help her disappear. Honestly, she didn't know which was better. Both had their pros and cons.

"What happens if I stay?" she whispered. "I just live here, go to school, and hunt?"

"Well, you won't be hunting just yet, we'll have to train you up."

"Oh." She looked away.

"I—would like it if you stayed." She turned back to Kakashi. "I mean—Shayera meant a lot to me, and for us to meet..." He trailed off. "I'm not saying I believe in fate, but maybe she planned this. Maybe she wanted us to meet."

Sakura smiled. "Maybe."

Both paused.

"All right, I'll stay."

"You will?" Kakashi smiled. "Great, I'll go tell the others."

"All right." The door closed. Sakura couldn't change her mind, now. She was stuck with her decision. She just hoped it was the right one.

A/N: Yay! Everyone's there now! But, omg, you have no idea how much it hurt to interconnect them all. :is in pain: I had this whole legend thing on my computer, lol. I wonder if anyone even noticed they were all somehow connected :sweatdrop: Like… here, this is what I had written down:

THEY ARE ALL INTERCONNECTED!
Kakashi and Shayera were best friends.
Kakashi is Naruto's guardian.
Kakashi saved Kiba all those years ago.
Kiba and Naruto meet.
Itachi is part of Akatsuki.
Arashi is the leader of Akatsuki.
Arashi is Naruto's father.
Sasuke is Itachi's brother.
Sakura is Shayera's sister.
Sakura is Naruto's aunt.
Neji and Hinata were turned by Akatsuki.
Neji WAS in Akatsuki.
Tsunade restored their souls.
Tsunade and Kakashi know each other because Jiraiya was her brother.

Like, shit man! I didn't think I could do it, what a headache! Kudos to anyone who caught all the connections