Just to tell you guys...I WILL BE CHANGING THE TITLE OF THIS STORY. So IF YOU LOOK IN YOUR FAVORITE STORIES SECTION, DO NOT BE SURPRISED TO SEE AN UNFAMILIAR NAME. r0fl0l.

Sakura spilled out everything she knew to Gaara's brother and sister. No, she didn't exactly trust them, but they were the only ones to talk to who would understand. Temari was speechless.

Kankuro looked pretty calm, as if all this information had the least effect on him. "Have you and Sasori made sexual contact?" he asked.

Sakura's whole face went red. Temari turned politely away to hide her sniggering. Sakura was restraining herself from punching Kankurou. "N-no way," she hissed. He looked so innocent, Sakura thought, until he popped out that question.

"One more question---"

Sakura groaned.

"Do you have any idea where Gaara could be?"

Sakura thought. Sasori DID imply that Gaara was his puppet now. But of course, the clever bastard could be lying. "Well…there is a slight chance that he is in the forest, in the underground akatsuki lair," she confessed.

Temari gasped, but Kankurou just nodded. "Thank you, Sakura-chan." He said as he got up and left. Temari scurried after him.

"Now…what?" Sakura tilted her head. The brown-haired escort came into the room. He opened the doors, and Sakura walked through. As he locked up the dining room, Sakura began to run down the stairs.

"Matte!" the brown-haired boy called out to the fleeting pink-haired girl he had been escorting. Sakura paid no heed. She flew out the door, and high-heeled boots thumped on the ground, causing her ankles to twist in a most uncomforting way.

She looked over her shoulder and saw that the boy was gaining up on her. She tripped over her boots. She collapsed on the ground, arms flailing. She unzipped the accursed shoes, and thrust them to the side. With her bare feet, tingling from the hard cement, she charged into the woods.

The beautiful black satin dress snatched on a dead branch from a weeping willow. She spun around, and half of her top was stripped. She continued to frantically run, like the poor confused girl she was before.

Nothing that stood in her way stopped her. She jumped over fallen trees, stepped on smooth pebbles over a babbling brook, and hauled herself over boulders.

By now, her oxygen was draining slowly out. She breathed hard and clutched her chest, gasping for air. She saw no sign of the boy. She turned around to go on, but froze.

Over the boulder was a huge, deep, canyon. At the far, far bottom was a frothing stream clashing against rocks mercilessly. She quickly scrambled off the boulder. A long, outstretched rickety bride was the only thing crossing from her end to the other.

It was very steep down there. If the fall didn't kill her, the impact would. She gulped. She put a shaky hand on the rope. It creaked, and the bridge swiveled to the right.

And before she could do anything else, two strong arms wrung around her waist, flipped her over and dropped her on the safe ground. "What the hell!?" she cried out fiercely. She looked up and saw the brown-haired escort boy.

"You want to kill yourself, you damn bitch!?" that was the first time Sakura heard his voice. It was a light, un-toned voice, yet a sour rasp to it. It sounded familiar.

She glared at him for a few more seconds, then got up to her feet. He bent down, hands on knees, puffing hard. Sakura seized the moment and thrust herself against him. He fell back, and he slid over the edge of the cliff, one hand grabbing dearly for his life.

"Help---me," he said in a cracked voice. Sakura stared at him. She tied a rope tightly around a rock & threw the other end at him. Then, assuming he could haul himself up, she started to run across the bridge.

The boy climbed over the edge, and when Sakura was about halfway across, he called out to her, "It isn't safe. Come back if you value your life!"

"I don't care anymore!" Sakura screeched, trying to hold back the burning tears. She then whirled around and took a step. The wood plank broke, and Sakura jumped back. She watched the plank and nails fall to their (inanimate) death.

"Lucky it wasn't you, eh?" said a voice behind her. She whirled around, causing her hair to whip in his face. He spit her hair out of his mouth. "Stay away from me!" she hissed, stepping back cautiously.

"I wouldn't keep moving if I were you. The last time this bridge was ever inspected was –oh…never." The boy smirked and grabbed her by the wrists. "No!" she swung her knee at his crotch. He recoiled, and yelped in pain.

She started to run across the bridge. She felt it loosen underneath her. In that moment, her life flashed before her. About 6 planks underneath her split. She fell, and her heart stopped beating for a second.

She screamed, and hung onto the ropes binding the wooden planks. She couldn't hear the boy. Chicken, she thought. He ran away, that dummy.

She was about to pull herself up until she saw that the rope holding her was unthreading. Her eyes widened, and she wanted to scream, but her mouth was too dry.

The rope split, and she squeezed her eyes shut

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