Disclaimer - I do not own Naruto.

Author's notes - Thank you to all those who wished me a Happy Birthday. I did have a happy birthday by the way, lol. It took me forever to get this chapter written. Something big has happened in my family...and I'm very depressed at the moment...the process of moving rips me apart so I apologize if this chapter is disturbing...it's how I feel at the moment.

Dedication - To Noodle-Lub-Yoo, the amazing author of Perfect the Imperfection, another who helps inspirire this story with her own Sakura!Anorexic fiction. Thank you so much for your kind review and amazing authorisim.


With her newfound fame, Sakura became more popular around and found herself spending most of her days out trying to run away from photographers who were trying to get photos of her doing embarrassing things and people who claimed to be one of her closest friends. She was hardly able to spend time with Ino and Hinata, and trying to talk to Sasuke for even a brief minute was complicated enough. Sakura was more determined then ever now. Every morning and every night since the dinner she would weigh herself and keep track. She carried a tiny locked notebook with here everywhere she went to keep track of calories, making sure she never went over at least six hundred. Every week, she decided, she would cut fifty from the list. In the past five days she had been working on this new daily routine, she hadn't lost any weight, nor had she gained any.

Sakura rubbed her left temple while she listened to Ino complain during lunch. Calculating the calories in her meal was already hard enough

The salad...that had to be at least 120...and the grapes...those are negative calories...chocolate milk...

"I'm so tired of seeing your name in the papers, Sakura. Everyone will agree of me, your fame is getting a little out of hand." Ino said in between bites of her lunch. "Hinata says that she can't open a magazine without you being mentioned."

Hinata took a large gulp of the milk she was drinking. "I-I didn't m-mean it in that way S-sakura."

Chocolate milk...what are you...260?! Sakura finished jotting down the information into her notebook and snapped it shut. "Sorry, Hinata, what were you saying?"

Hinata shook her head and went back to sipping out of her carton.

"What's in that notebook of yours? You carry it everywhere and the only time I see it open is when you're finished eating." Ino snipped.

Sakura tucked the tiny book into her purse and began to lie. "Just a list of every single thing I eat. Orochimaru wants to know how much junk food I eat in a month. Most of the other models do it, even Tenten." She picked up her tray and stepped away from the table. "It's part of the fitness we're doing."

"Are you...?" Ino trailed off.

"Am I what?"

"Never mind. Are you gonna eat your muffin?"

Sakura picked up her unwrapped muffin and handed it to Ino. "No, you can have it. I don't even know why I grabbed it anyway."

Ino thanked her and said she'd meet her at the line-up area in a few minutes. Sakura emptied her tray and walked outside where it was windy and freezing cold. Her heart beat faster as a large gust of wind came up from behind her and chilled her entire body. She shivered and cursed herself for not remembering to bring a jacket. Rubbing her arms fast and constantly, Sakura looked around for someone to hang around with until Ino and Hinata were finished.

"Where's your jacket?"

Sakura turned around and saw Sasuke standing behind her. "Oh, I didn't bring one. It was warmer this morning and was hardly windy at all. I thought it was going to stay like that." She envied Sasuke's fleece jacket that warmed his body.

"We have another photoshoot together. Tonight at seven."

"Where at?" She breathed out while her body continued to shake.

"The pool...Tsunade wants some last minute swimsuit photoshoots before Spring." He said with slight amassment in his voice.

Sakura continued to shake and sniffled her runny nose. "I'll be there."

"Here..." Sasuke took off his jacket and handed it to her. "If you're sick...Orochimaru will be pissed. I'll see you tonight."

Gratefully, she slipped into his warm jacket. Breathing in Sasuke's scent of Soy sauce and wild flowers (most likely from the detergent Rin used and Sasuke's lunch) she blushed thinking about his kind action.

"Sakura! We're finished. Sorry it took us so long, someone wanted to say hi to Naruto." Ino yelled, rushing over to her. "They could only---why are you wearing Sasuke's jacket?"

"He gave it to me...he saw how cold I was and decided to let me borrow it until tonight." She said truthfully.

Ino's eyes grew and she looked like she was about to burst from anger. "You really need to stay away from Sasuke, he's mine, remember?"

"Y-you have S-shikamaru..." Hinata added.

Ino glared at Hinata then back to Sakura. "Stop trying to flirt, I know you're jealous because he likes me, but Sakura, just back off."

"Has Sasuke even talked to you, Ino?"

"Once or twice." Ino's eyes flared and she looked like she about to pounce onto Sakura.

The bell rang for them to get to class, but neither of the three girls moved.

"Once or twice? He talks to me nearly everyday." Her eyes flared back and Sakura curled her hands into fists.

"S-sakura...I-ino maybe w-we sh-should go now." Hinata pointed to Kurenai who was always on lunch duty to make sure students returned to class.

"Humph!" Ino turned her head, flipped her hair and walked away while muttering to herself that she was going to get Sakura back for wearing her Sasukes' jacket.

That night, after not saying another word to Ino nor making any form of contact with her, Sakura drove twenty minutes to the city pool for her new photoshoot. She giggled. Sasuke in a swimsuit, and she was going to be there with him modeling out as well. His jacket was folded neatly on her lap to keep it a bit warmer, her car was so slow at heating up. Her mind couldn't help but wander into the thought of her now being allowed to pose with a shirtless Sasuke. She felt childish for dreaming of Sasuke, like a little girl thinking about her fairytale wedding, she was thinking of her fairytale photoshoot.

Walking into the pool, Sakura was greeted by Orochimaru who handed her three different swimsuits. "They are all Tsunade's design. I'm only giving to three to see which one your fat ass will squeeze into."

She glared and snatched the three swimsuits. The first, a one piece that showed the entire back and was all white with a wave print on it was too-small in the bottom and stomach area. The second was a small two-piece with a halter top and the regular bikini bottom. It was a sea-green and had a black dotted print of Hawaii-flowers on the breasts. To her disappointment, it was too small in the bust and she crossed her fingers for the last swimsuit. It was a simple pink bikini that had a red flower on each of the hip sides that held the front and back piece together. To her slight luck, it was just a tad to tight in the bottom but it wouldn't matter all that much.

After a quick hair and makeup touch up she went to the pool and looked desperately around for Sasuke. He was already in the water, talking to Jiraiya. She couldn't make out his swimsuit but it seemed to be just a plain black one with red trim.

"You could only fit into the largest one, hm?" Orochimaru said in disgust. "Too-bad...I was hoping I'd be able to see you in that tiny sea-green one...but we can't all get what he want."

She slipped her body into the water and moved over to Sasuke, who had just finished up with Jiraiya.

"This photoshoot is last minute...I apologize for that." Tsunade took a drink from a water bottle she carried along with her. "For my new line of swimsuits I want it to appeal to the teens...try to make it look real. No cheesy poses or anything like that. You can get out of the water if you both want and model along the rim or on some towels."

Sasuke seemed to be reading her mind...or maybe she was reading his. They worked together as one and gave a few fake smiles, laughs, and posed easily with the props and water. Tsunade found the shoot she wanted by their fifth picture, but insisted they took a few more since they worked so well together. After an additional seventy pictures, they were excused to dry off and leave.

"I have your jacket in my car." She shivered, wrapping a towel around her body. "Thank you for letting me borrow it...I would have returned it after school, but you ran off so fast."

"Alright."

Her eyes moved to Orochimaru, who motioned for her to come over. He most likely was going to weigh her. She quickly excused herself and rushed over to Orochimaru, who wanted exactly as she thought. To both of their horror and disgust she was now back up to 110.

"Sakura...what am I to do with you?" Orochimaru sighed and twirrled his fingers in her wet hair. "You keep getting fatter and fatter...soon you'll be off of the tabloids because of your weight...just what am I to do with you?" He squeezed her hair and some water dripped down her back. "You're a teenage girl who probably loves to shop...what if I started to pay you for every eight hours you do not eat? Would four hundred thirty three satisfy you?"

She was puzzled. "You're going to start paying me not to eat?"

"Many of my models do this...and they've come out so beautifully...but I believe you'll be the most beautiful."

She stepped away from him and placed her legs into a stance, ready to run just in case he tried anything again. "Am I just going to be one of your sick projects?"

He smiled. "No, you're my model and I only wish to see you progress in this career...so what do you say?"

"Well..." Sakura bit her lip. She wouldn't mind having the extra money for shopping and she did plan on going to college, half of that money could be placed into a fund. It wasn't like twenty-one hours was a long time. It was shorter then a day but longer then the time she was awake. "...I'll do it."


"Right punch. Left punch. Right. Left. Right. Left...good." Gai-Sensei said happily. "Back-stance...knife-hand low block. Go."

Her training with Gai-Sensei continued, as well Lee's flirtatious smiles and speeches. She found it highly difficult to keep up with the higher students. They were much faster, stronger, and more intelligent in this certain area. She was 'naturally talented' according to Gai-Sensei and was a high kicker for someone who never did Martial Arts before, as well her flexibility was on top too.

Knife-hand left, knife-hand right. Left. Right...She focused most of her mind on the move she was doing, hoping it would be perfected in no time so she would be caught up with the other students.

"Sparring stance...number two front kick, go!"

Sakura lifted up her leg, snapped it, brought it back into it's chamber and then back down on the ground. She repeated this action until they were told to switch legs, then continued until Gai-Sensei called for a water break.

"Your kicks are amazing, Sakura." Said Lee happily. "Have you been practicing outside of the school?"

"Actually, no...you really think my kicks are that high?" She beamed.

Lee nodded. "You have good talent, Sakura."


It had been one week since she had made the deal with Orochimaru and yet, she failed to complete twenty-one hours. Her calories continued to be written in the tiny notebook, but once again, she failed to cut any of them down. She always went over her set limit by twenty or so. She and Ino still were not talking to each other, but Hinata was their little messenger and passed a few threats from one to the other. Sakura knew it would only end if they met face-to-face and began either a verbal or cat fight. She knew if it was a cat, she'd win, her Martial Arts trained her for that. Verbal was going to be more difficult. Ino was stronger on that part...possibly it would be both.

The only thing good in Sakura's week was the extra time she was spending with Sasuke and Tenten. They both spent a great deal amount of time with her, and Tenten was also kind enough to listen to Sakura's problems and try to give some sort of advice to her. And though Sasuke never talked, she was able to get several sentences out of him and found out a bit of information about him.

"What is your family like?" She asked while waiting for Orochimaru to finish a meeting he had with Tsunade. When he didn't reply she asked him again. "What is your family like?"

"Dead..."

"Excuse me?"

"They're dead...except for...my brother."

"How did it happen?" Her eyes were the size of large coins.

He took a deep breath and stood up. "You're so annoying."

What the?! We were doing fine until then, why are you walking away from me?! "Sasuke, I'm sorry." It can't be that bad. Stop walking away! "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." I know Kakashi will tell me if I ask, just stop walking away!

She stood up and began to chase after him, she was sure Orochimaru would be a bit longer and would have time to apologize again. "Sasuke, wait, I said I was sorry please just---oh! Kakashi!"

"Hello. Scared Sasuke off?"

Sakura frowned. "Yes..."

"Asked him about his family?"

She nodded.

"Sasuke doesn't like talking about his family much...he was only a little boy when it happened?"

"When what happened?"

Kakashi wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "Sasuke grew up in the Uchiha family as you know...famous and rich. He had an older brother named Itachi, who was slightly power hungry, was a master an amazing Martial Artist...he had talent beyond anyone beliefs. Itachi didn't feel like he was showing what he was truly capable off and one night, when Sasuke was away at a photoshoot, he killed everyone in the Uchiha family."

Sakura gasped. "Then how did Sasuke ever survive?"

"When Sasuke came home the very next morning, he saw his parents, Fugaku and Mikoto, on the floor covered in blood and was distraught...he ran into Itachi, who then told Sasuke that he was the one who murdered their family and informed Sasuke that he was not worth killing..."

"Wasn't worth killing?"

Kakashi scratched the back of his head with his other hand. "Yeah...he left Sasuke in a large state of shock and he left the agency the following day. He was then placed under my care three months later."

Sakura's jaw hung low. "Poor Sasuke..."

He nodded. "Sasuke won't be home until late tonight now...he never mentions his family, and when he does, he doesn't return until late. Rin and I have grown to trust that he's doing the right things."

Sakura stretched out her neck and tried to see if she could catch Sasuke down the hall. "When you see him...please tell him I'm sorry."

"Of course I wi---"

"Sakura! Get in here." Orochimaru's voice was furious.

"I'll see you later." She said quickly and rushed over to the room where she was needed.

In the room there were several empty beer bottles and one in Orochimaru's own hands that was nearly empty. "I'm in a foul mood now Sakura...let's hope your weight will not increase it."

She didn't hesitate. This seemed to be the highest amount of alcohol she had seen him intake and was careful as she removed her clothing and stepped on the scale.

"Read it."

"It says I'm...107."

Orochimaru's nostrils flared and he threw down his beer. "You fat bitch! You can't keep yourself away from the food for very long can you? I haven't had to pay you once!" He raised his hand and slapped her hard across the face, knocking her body over and tipping the scale. He grabbed her by her short hair and raised her body up, the alcohol that had dripped onto his hands sticking to her hair and has he continued to slap her she smelt the beer and tasted the blood in her mouth."So many people would have to have my as their agent. Only so few are permitted and you just happen to be the one that falls into my lap! How do you show your appreciation? You stuff your face!"

Her cheek burned as he gave the final slap to her face and let her go, taking a handful of hair with him.

"Obviously you don't see how fat you really are." He spat.

Sakura curled her body up into the fetal position and began to sob.

"Get up. I'll make you see it, one way or another." Orochimaru picked her up by her hair again and dragged her to the large vanity mirror. "Tell yourself how fat you are...I want you to pull every inch of your body were an ounce of fat is and say you hate yourself!"

She did as she was told. Weakly she stood her body up and started at her face where it stung and she grabbed her still rounded face. "Y-you're...so fat..." She said softly.

"Louder. And say it like you mean it. You truly are fat, you need to see it." He slapped the back of her head.

"You're so fat!" She screamed and pulled at her collarbone where a small ounce of skin followed. "You're so fat!" She grabbed her arm. "You disgusting pig!" Sakura grabbed her stomach with two medium sized fistfuls of skin. "You worthless little bitch, you're selfish gluttony has done this to you!" Her hands moved to her bottom. "Worthless, see how much fat I can grab?!" They glided down to her legs. "Fat, fat, fat, fat! You fucking fat-ass!"

Orochimaru laughed with joy as she went back up and down her body, screaming at herself for the way she looked.

She ran her fingers through her hair and grabbed out fistfuls of hair. "Why can't you be thin like Ino or Tenten? They were born with such perfect bodies and managed to keep it! You were born with a distorted figure and you've only made it worse! You worthless bitch!" She screamed at the mirror and punched it without even thinking before dropping to the ground and returning to the fetal position, tears and blood mixing onto the floor.

Orochimaru bent down beside her and brushed some hair out of her eyes. "If you do that every morning and every night...you'll finally be able to control yourself better." He let out a small laugh compared to what he was doing a few seconds ago. "Soon enough this fat will leave your body."

"Please leave me..." She sobbed into the floor. "I just want to be alone..."

From the small crack in the door, Sasuke stood there with no sign of emotion across his face after he witnessed the entire thing. Sakura was completely unaware.


Author's notes - Well...I needed to bring in the Sasuke's story at some point...and I'm highly unsatisfied with this chapter but it did come around pretty well. Lots of Sasuke for you Sasuke lovers...and more Ino bitch-ness and Orochimaru bastard-ness. Shockingly, there are models/actresses that are paid not to eat. I think it's done by the hour usually, but in my way he pays her after a certain amount of time (obviously.) I'm so happy with the way this one ended, I hope it didn't scare any of you though. In an Anorexic's mind they have the disease that controls their thoughts...think of Orochimaru as the Anorexia's unofficial assistant. (Credit to Crazed15yearold for giving a written piece of Orochimaru slapping her. She was great deal of inspiration for the ending and I thank her so much for that.)

Thank you for reading.