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Second piece of a three-for-one chapter, also the shortest. Merry Christmas, this is my gift to you all. (Since I can't exactly give anything else.)

Chapter the Eleventh.


January 13th. It must be 5:00 in the morning by now. It's very cold. ...Sasori POV


This weather is despicable. Snow. This is the ugliest, most disgusting curse on this planet.

It's been snowing for hours now, and Naruto has done nothing but bounce around in it. He thinks it's fun to catch this frozen menace on his tongue, swallow it, and make little snowballs and throw them at trees. He's playing. There is something within him that lets him ignore how ungodly cold it is. He's an annoyance, but I wish I had what he has, too.

Earlier in the night, Kakashi found me and told me to watch over Naruto while he went to fetch a few others. He had a plan, he said. Kakashi is our eldest and perhaps our wisest. Unless he asks me for my opinion, my strategy, I must stay and do as he commands me. And he hadn't commanded me to go looking for Sakura just yet, so I would snarl and quietly hate him and stay where I was. I noticed her scent had become slightly stronger. It was a string of wildflowers on the breeze instead of the broken, weak chord of scent it had been before. It meant she had come a little nearer, and I still could not go to her. And now my hate for Kakashi was not so quiet.

Naruto heard me growling and kept away from me, respectfully and knowing exactly what I was thinking of. It crossed my mind that, certainly, he was having my same thoughts, and was hiding them. This idea surprised me (Naruto cannot usually hide anything) but I accepted it so I could go back to thinking of Sakura, and Kakashi, and how my fingers and face ached in this weather.

Surely Kakashi's plan had something beneficial to it. He wouldn't have me sit here for nothing, have me wait while Sakura is so near. So I sat and watched Naruto and seethed. It was so fucking cold.

The scientists knew my body was not made for the cold weather. I am a scorpion, a desert animal. My keeping cell in the Chambers building had constant light and heating. I would lie and sun myself when the scientists were not prodding me. Sometimes they would come in and prod me even as I lay under the light and heat. When I was younger I could even sleep through it, but certainly not the first time it happened. The first time it happened, they jabbed a needle into my liver and this woke me up. They left the needle there and I cried at the pain. Deidara knows that.

But I digress. The point of such musings is, I am not supposed to be out in such freezing weather, even with the layer of underclothes I was given to wear tight against my skin, to keep body heat within. These they gave me, as well as a container of pills which are said to adjust my body temperature, in some way I don't understand. the scientists commanded me to swallow one each day, and I know better than to assume they will say anything that doesn't benefit my health. But both these measures can only help so much. I don't belong in this weather and only for Sakura would I ever sit out in it, waiting to be called on like a hound. Only for her would I allow my tail to freeze and shiver. Naruto turned around many times to tell me my shivering tail was distracting him.

"It's hurting my peripheral vision, Sasori!" He said for the third time. "You should sit on it or something, stop it from moving and keep it warm before it falls off." This I did, and seethed even more because it was such an obvious thing that I burned with the same of having to have Naruto tell it to me.

I had never been keen on waiting. I had never been keen on cold. Naruto's occasional whiny spurts, were something else I wasn't keen on. Naruto himself, though, I was. He was my little brother. Everyone's little brother. He's also the main entertainer—and during these "spurts" as Kabuto called them, needed constant watch or he would destroy something in his play. Twice in his life he's been in a room with the scientists and has knocked them all unconscious (tore two fingers off of one of them) and when he was found, both times he was sniffing mischievously around racks of highly dangerous chemicals.

It was a syringe full of my own venom that knocked him out both times so that he could be taken back to his cell. My venom, stolen from me, a substance which I could make lethal or completely innocuous, like any scorpion, or a sedative or rabies-inducing, and many other things besides. Many goats, chimps and lab rats had been subject to tests on resistance to my venom. Most of them foamed at the mouth, I think.

Thinking this makes me observe Naruto again. His antics are irritating me, but I would never inject any lethal venom into him. He is our little brother. We guide him and play with him, and when he misbehaves, we beat him. He learns through both ways.

Naruto had stopped moving, and this attracted my attention. I looked up and saw him very still, with his blonde fox ears twitching at their ends. He crouched on the ground, and I stood. Naruto's ears were perfect. And I could guess what he was hearing. . 'Finally.'

It was another silent and snowy fifteen seconds before I began to scent Kakashi and Zetsu, walking together. Soon enough, Zetsu came into view. His plant-limb made strange, pointed shadows on the trees he walked past, a phenomenon I had never seen before. Kakashi lifted his head to acknowledge us, and instead of smelling like bark, like the wood of a healthy tree, he had the scent of snow, Sakura and…fire?

"What the hell took so long?" Naruto leaped in front of Zetsu. "You've been with here? You made us wait here for two hours so you could go play with her? And Deidara, you…Deidara's not with you?" Naruto jumped back in surprise as though Zetsu had suddenly turned to acid, I nearly had the same reaction. There had always been an annoying, nagging fear among us that when near Sakura, Deidara would open up his wings and fly after her, where we couldn't chase her with him. Deidara would not fly, so this fear was ungrounded, but we all of us would surely resent the first male to touch Sakura.

"Deidara can't fly, Naruto. You know that." I calmed him, and in doing so, hid my own anxiety from the same fear. 'Deidara cannot have her first. She must be shared.' This was something we'd decided a long time ago.

"Then, where is he? And Neji! You said you would bring Deidara and Neji back with you!" My eyes went wide and the cold suddenly seemed to matter a lot less. I stood up and nervously curled and uncurled my tail, and walked over to Naruto. I looked Kakashi seriously in the eye while Naruto ranted on, "What happened? Did she attack Neji? Tell us!"

Zetsu's plant-limb shivered in the cold (he is no better off than I in this weather; and in fact must take the same temperature pills) He rubbed one particularly cold and pale side of his plant-limb to get his blood flowing, and the white side of his mouth moved, "Idiot. Don't you remember? A meeting was arranged. We have time to collect everyone else and fix the collar problem before we go."

Like hell I would admit that I'd forgotten about it, too. Zetsu, Kakashi, Neji and Deidara had all fought each other in a four-way fight just before being released to hunt Sakura. It was a final test of the lessons we'd all learned in preparation for tracking her. Why did they decide to force those four to fight each other, and make no similar fight between the remaining four of us, is beyond me. Chambers Incorporated and the rats that live in its clotted veins have their own plans and I do not care to think about them unless necessary.

But this matters not. During this rare four-way battle, under the guise of shouting battle cries and shrieks of pain at their wounds, the four of them had discussed and decided on a plan to force Sakura away from her course of going wherever she had planned to go, and then meet us in a secluded location where she would finally and for once understand us. She would want to; we could make this so.

What the nine of us would do afterward was a secret, and I made a point of even keeping from thinking about it too terribly much.

"Neji and Deidara saw some very interesting things recently. Deidara believes Sakura somehow caused a car wreck on a highway not far from here. Neji saw this too, but some time after the event occurred."

We were silent. My tail curled and clicked as I turned over the thought in my mind. Deidara, half-parrot, somehow had the greatest sense of smell out of all of us. I would think Naruto would have that trait, being a canine, but there's always little quirks and mutations in a birth, such things as left-handedness or birthmarks. Nothing can be done for it. I'm sure not even Chambers can change every piece of DNA to fix such things.

Still, according to what Deidara had scented, little Sakura had caused a car wreck. I thought of her kicking a speeding car and sending it flying and flaming into a ditch. Somehow I thought I must have it wrong. "How?" I murmured, and within myself I was purring at such an amusing picture.

My elder only shrugged. "They weren't sure. Her scent crossed the road at the exact point the truck's did. They were almost touching for a moment or so in time."

"They didn't touch, though. The scents didn't touch."

Kakashi and Zetsu both shook their heads. I came to an answer for them. "Then obviously she was out on the road for whatever reason and moved out of the way before a truck ran her over. That's a very easy problem to work, Kakashi. I'm surprised you didn't figure it out yourself."

One glimpse of his covered face told me Kakashi disagreed. He elaborated his feelings further. "You think Sakura—no, Sasori, you think anyone—would stand in the middle of a busy road? A speeding highway, no less?" he asked me incredulously, and I could recognize the tone that suggested he was somewhat embarrassed. I nodded. "There is no other explanation."

"Who cares, as long as it didn't hurt her?" Naruto barked, his tail bristling. "It didn't, did it?" Zetsu laughed while I cuffed Naruto's ear with one claw. While he whined and complained of the pain, I explained in very dumb terms that, no, she'd gotten away from the wreck perfectly fine, which I somehow felt to be true. Even after I was done, Naruto held his fox ear in a fist and bared fangs at me. I ignored him.

"And your plan?" I addressed Zetsu instead of Kakashi, whose eyes still showed embarrassment and wouldn't want to be addressed now.

Both sides of Zetsu's face grinned. "Perfect," They said together. And Naruto and I were told exactly of what had happened, from their finding Sakura inexplicably inside the house of two human men (here we had to stop because everyone erupted and was fighting not to claw the bark off of trees. Human men with Sakura. What the hell makes her think they're worth her time? Her presence?) and up until Zetsu had pushed her into the bushes, threatening to kill the two men unless she came to Buffalo Jump to meet us.

And the parts in between about how they tricked her, and Neji was the one to pounce on her and pin her. Eight years of trying, and he had won. Touched her, spoken to her, connected to her first. It almost hurt to know this.

It did hurt, in fact. But I nodded my praise to Zetsu and Kakashi's conduct of the plan they had made. Naruto, however, dashed up to the two of them and made them give him awkward high-fives, shouting out how perfect and amazing everything had gone. But he also showed anger at not being able to see her, when the others had. Naruto was crouched in Kakashi's tree branch, his ears pointing irritably at Kakashi as he explained the last time Deidara had beaten him to something. I chose this time to ask Zetsu, who appeared bored with Naruto's ranting, "Do you know where Buffalo Jump is, or did you just repeat the name of a location you've heard of?"

"That's half the reason Deidara and Neji left to guard the humans' house, fucking moron!" The black half hissed, narrowing one eye and looking thoroughly insane. "If she came back to take them to safety, they would kill them as I threatened. The other part was that I told them to find a map if they could. I know the place is somewhere in Canada. Definitely. ...But other than that I really have no goddamn clue."

My breath came long and disappointed. Even we, the creators of the ultimatum, needed a map to show us the way to the rendezvous. That was straight-up shameful. "Of course you don't. Are we supposed to wait until they come back?"

He shook his head. "We'll go the the house once Naruto shuts up." Hearing his name, and the words "shut up," Naruto did just that, jumped down from Kakashi's tree branch and looked me straight in the eye. In the span of a few seconds, he'd become serious. "Then let's go. I want to find that place as soon as we can."

There was no need for talk. I glanced at Kakashi, and found the same grave expression in the one eye he let the world see. Our dream was coming closer and closer. One moment, we stood still as stone with snow falling quietly around us. The next, we were gone, running at full speed back towards the suburbs that lay scattered off the city, towards Neji and Deidara.

It would only be a few more days.


January 13th, I'm guessing about 7:00, since the sun's coming up. God, I'm tired. ...Sakura POV


Well, that was one plan achieved. Not only did I nab a map from those two hunters—Rock Lee and Maito Gai, so said the ID cards I'd found in their car—but I also got a snack! Cheetos were one of the many things Hidan and Kakuzu had fed to me yesterday night, and I'd especially loved them. Cheese me. Is that the right slogan?

Okay, so after I'd dived down, kicked the older man, Gai, onto that pillow-net thing, which was some patented Chambers creation, I swear, and then did the same to his son, I looked around their jeep. It was a Wrangler jeep, I recognized it from the thorough descriptions Hayate had said many months before. (Yet another example of how they'll talk about everything and anything in front of me, not care, and not know how much I learned from them. Cha-ching! Knowledge!)

I didn't want to rifle around with their stuff too much; I was here to take one item that I needed, not plunder from innocents. I only took the map because I'd seen another one in the car that covered mostly the same area, so if I took one, it wouldn't be a loss on their past. And I only took the little bag of Cheetos because I was very hungry—I still am—and Hidan told me that a small bag like this costs a dollar. No matter their financial situation, I couldn't be cleaning out their wallets that much by taking a bag of Cheetos.

So, here I was, flying just below the clouds, almost fully out of sight. It was a slight risk: if anyone had binoculars, they might see me, but then again, I'm very fast, could pass as a big bird from that distance, and I can't really see towns or landmarks very well while submerged in clouds. So I flew around and matched landmarks and cities to their map counterpart.

I had seen the "welcome" sign to a town called Abbotsford awhile ago. According to their ID cards, Lee and Gai are both residents here, who live on Turret Road. Anyway, um. Next, I was looking for a town called Hope, though honestly, I'd take any town at the moment. I'd been flying above this big highway for almost an hour now. It was early morning, and adults were heading off to work in their cars far below me. I can guarantee there was some Chambers employee, though not necessarily someone who knows about the laboratories, driving under me at some point in time. The company is just too huge, too widespread, for that not to happen. I've probably flown over half a dozen Chambers department stores already, continuing the daily struggle to beat out Wal-mart for "We sell everything better than you!"

I wonder if I passed Rosedale? It was a smaller dot than Hope, which indicated a smaller town. It was near the highway I was flying over, though, so either it's a little ways off from the highway, or I'm getting so sleepy I missed seeing it. That could, unfortunately, be true. I haven't slept in awhile so it might be catching up to me. I think I'll find a tree to sleep in after another half hour or so.

Hey, I think the temperature dropped a little! It must be due to the mountainous area around this place. Mountains in general were colder than lower, flatter ground. But that didn't stop me from getting a burst of warmer air on occasion, a thermal, which pushed me up and made flying almost completely effortless. I could literally float on air. I suddenly felt like a princess. But then the thermal faded and I was back in the comfortable cool-chill-cold of Canadian airspace and back to reality.

Hey. Hey, there's Hope! With a movement of my wings, upward and folding back towards each other, I dropped a few hundred feet, briefly, to see the sign that welcomed visitors, and happily flew over the town while getting back up to a higher, safer altitude. After a few minutes, I passed by the last few houses on the outskirts of the town and found my way back to the highway that the map noted as Crowsnest Highway. The next big town appeared to be called Princeton (that's not where the big, prestigious college is, though...I think...) and according to the key, looked seventy or eighty miles away. I wonder if I can fly to Princeton and fall asleep there, maybe in some mountain cave? And maybe get another snack? A drink would be nice, too. I'm starting to miss all the cans of Sprite the cousins had let me have.

I did just that, following the highway to Princeton with the map held safely in my first. It wasn't snowing here like it had been in the area between Portland and Abbotsford, but it was cold enough to make me content and comfortable. Again I felt the feeling of potential freedom that all birds probably feel: the feeling that the sky was a place where no one could get them, and they could fly wherever they wanted.

So, on the way to Princeton, I did just that: wallow in the feeling that I was alone and out of danger up here. Nothing could get me, catch me, annoy me, piss me off, hurt me or scare me. I could strip all my clothes and no one would see or care. Oh, did I mention I got my clothes back from the cousins? They're washed and feel all cozy! Okay, so maybe I'm not gonna strip off all my clothes anyway. They're not suited for winter at all, (but hey, I am) and they're good clothes.

I'm not sure how much time passed while I just flew in a straight line through the cold air over the mountains and woods and thought about being free and sleeping at the same time. I was lucky I didn't have another one of my episodes where a few thoughts turn into a five-hour long discussion with myself. Sure, I have a map to help me now, but I don't want to spend more time on this than I have to.

I am flying to my doom, after all.

Well that sounded depressing. Now when I find a suitable sleeping tree I'm going to have nightmares. Way to be, Sakura. You may have just screwed one of your last peaceful sleeps as a living, breathing creature. Hey, does that sign on the highway say, "Princeton, 3 miles"? Hey, it does! I'm three miles away from a good night's, er, good day's, sleep! Hell yes, I feel like I could sleep on a bed of nails if I had to.

After a few moments I saw a few pale lights of the next town, Princeton. I pulled my wings up and drifted lower and lower until I could make out the details of individual houses and trees and hills. 'Someone could see me if I'm this low,' I told myself worriedly. 'Find a tree, any tree that's far off from a trail or from the town.' This I did. I searched for an evergreen tree, which would still be leafy-green in winter, and settled my little self snugly in a fork of two thick branches. I was a hundred feet up from anything that could hurt me.

And yet that little doom thought from several minutes ago hadn't left me. It was not one thought anymore but many thoughts, many possibilities, enough to fill an dream or an entire book, an entire movie, and then I was watching Gory Demise: The Movie in my head. Completely involuntarily, I saw myself, moving quietly along and then being grabbed. Pulled down. My hands tied to the earth while something tore my legs off. Raped me. Grew thumbs with which to press into my eyes. It took a bite out of my arm and fed it to rats. And people watched, and a few of them trickled towards me so they could talk to me. Be quiet, they said. Or, take your wings off. Both these I did. I was nothing now, alone and weak, a single, brainless cell thrashing in a petri dish. And like any single cell with no other element to unify with, I continued thrashing until I died.

Oh, please please don't let it be this way. I want to save my friends but I don't want to die.


I don't…know the time… ...Gaara POV


I don't know if I had a dream or not. It might have been real. I might have woken up from that silent place where the world morphed every few minutes. Maybe this was still part of the dreamscape, and this was just another world I was seeing. This world seemed different, though. There were no people walking around me or through me, and I could hear things again. Actually, it was frightening. I would rather have those silent, predictable landscapes around me. This makes me feel like something bad, something horrible, is going to happen to me any minute. This makes me think that Dad's going to come into my room any minute.

It would be so like him to approach me when me when I'm helpless and injured in a bed. Will it be his usual fists this time? His fists. His fists. My father's fists are all I know of him.

For some reason, I dreamed—or did I experience?—I was in a hospital bed, and there was something beeping beside me. I could feel that the dirty jeans and jersey my sister had gotten for me were gone. They were replaced with something lighter and cleaner. I couldn't move so I couldn't tell what exactly I was wearing. There was no one in the room, but that was okay. As long as it wasn't my brother or sister, I couldn't stand being in another room with anyone.

Temari told me she'd help me fix that one day, help me be okay with people, but I just can't find it in me to believe her. She wasn't there the last time I tried to talk to someone. I tried to order food at McDonald's on my own, and it was so terrible, so intimidating and so humiliating that that was what qualified as human contact for me, that I fainted at the counter and Kankurou had to carry me home.

I thought about how he'd carried me and I still smelled fries all around us. It was so pathetic. So stupid. I had kept my eyes shut because I didn't want to see it happening. People stared. I knew just what they thought: What the fuck was happening in a family, when one brother was unconscious, and the other one had to carry him like a corpse, and also carried McDonald's food like it was just as important? What the hell was going on there?

I hate this. I hate it all and I want to go back to my dreams.

Maybe that thing beeping beside me is just a dream, too. I couldn't move…at least I don't think I could. I tried twitching a finger. I tried many times before I felt some response in my fingertip, a teeny blip of motion. But it was something. Next, I took a huge step forward by trying to turn my head to the right towards the beeps. I couldn't. Well…maybe left will work better.

It worked. I hadn't really thought it would. I tried to move a little more, and this sent cold aches lancing up and down my neck and upper back. But I could look out the open window now. Was it actually open, or were the blinds just drawn away? Either way, I could look outside into what looked like a courtyard. It was surrounded by walls on all sides, and had many trails running through grass, flowers and garden-scenery sorts of objects. I think Kankurou was down there.

He was. He was down there in a wheelchair.

I remembered the three of us riding in the smelly moving truck. I was looking at the scrapbook Temari had made of us. It was several years old, and only had eleven pictures. My favorite one was the eighth, one Temari had taken herself with a print-out camera she found. It was of all three of us. We were dirty. I was eleven at the time and my shirt had a mud stain on the bottom that smelled like dog fur. Kankurou was twelve and thought his deepening voice was just the shit. Temari was thirteen and her face already looked twenty and too hard. But she was my sister and that was all I knew of her, so the fact that she was twenty when she was really thirteen did not bother me. Temari has always looked hard and tough and too old for herself. She must always be. I remembered that Kankurou had a black eye in that picture, but he still smiled. How had he gotten it again? I was thinking that when the truck started going crazy.

We must have crashed, or hit another car. That's the only reason I could be in a hospital, right? The only possible reason why Temari wasn't standing protectively by my side and looking at me with her tough face, and why Kankurou was stuck in a wheelchair when he should have been loud and mobile like always. This suddenly seemed like less of a dream. I must be awake…right?

I squinted to see better through that window. I could now see Kankurou wheeling towards a person who was kneeling by the flowers. Next thing I know, Kankurou pulls the man's tail…what? His tail? And these two things pop up out of his hair. They look like animal ears. Cat ears, even. Maybe I am dreaming, after all.

The cat-man grabbed Kankurou by his collar and nearly lifted him out of his chair. Their mouths moved. The cat-man let go and ran to the nearest wall. He crouched and then leaped so high that he landed on the roof, and then dashed across the roof itself. I think I saw him leap down, off the roof and away from the hospital.

That can't be real. That can. Not. Be real. I stared for a while, it might have been a long while or a short while, until Temari came out of some doors and went into the courtyard with a cast on her arm. So she'd broken an arm and Kankurou had broken both legs. They talked for a bit and then Temari wheeled Kankurou back towards the doors she'd come out of. I hoped they were coming to me. Now that I saw them together, it made me feel sort of left out. If this is a dream, I hope the next dream is about my siblings. Men with animal ears are okay but I want to see my brother and sister.

"Sutton, Frederick! He's awake! He's awake!"

Huh? Who's awake? Is that woman talking about me?

"What? Already? Wonderful! Where are his siblings? Somebody go find them."

"His eyes are closing…he's slipping back. He's slipping back into the coma."

"No. No. Here, help me check his pulse, pupil dilation."

Someone's cold hands touched my chest and then some foreign instrument did the same. A metal, doctor thing. Maybe I would have flinched away from it if I had the strength. My mind had gone fuzzy and sleepy and was already halfway into dream-world. I wanted to…just drift away again…get some more rest. I don't think I've felt this exhausted for months. Why am I this exhausted in the first place? I wasn't like this ten second ago. What is going on?

"The poor boy's lucky. He had cerebral hemorrhage, but it—"

"Excuse me. What hemorrhage, Doctor Sutton?"

"Oh my god, these stupid interns don't know anything! Cerebral hemorrhage, Thompson! Blood leaking into the brain. Gaara, here, is just plain lucky his ambulance didn't get stuck in traffic. He almost had too much for us to drain out."

"He's just plain lucky his father bit the dust. Look at his bruises. His prick father did that."

"Yeah, well, he's living, okay? He had a stroke of luck in the actual accident, with his siblings landing on top of him. Saved him from being crushed by furniture and they broke two legs and an arm doing it."

The doctors and interns and folk kept on talking, and I...I wanted to cry. Temari broke her arm and Kankurou broke his legs…for me? To protect me from dying? I hoped my muscles still had the energy to smile. I tried, just to make sure, and I was wrong. No smile. Well, that didn't matter. My feelings about them did.

This is going to be a good sleep indeed. Slowly but surely I felt an indescribable sensation of content and calmness coming closer and closer. It told me I was going to have good dreams about my siblings in this nap. Good dreams. For goddamn once.


This is a shorter chapter than usual. Only ten pages. I guess it's because I'm making this a three-for-one chapter for you guys. There's another third left, meaning a chapter twelve, but I'll wait a bit. It's about noon on Christmas Day as I type this, so on Christmas night when a few people have seen this I'll post the last piece. This is a selfish practice I'm doing mainly because lots of people only review the last chapter, and I'm trying to teach you guys gratitude and patience...just because I have the powah.

Please know that I found the male experiments' POVs hard, always, so I struggled with Sasori's. If it seems OOC…well, I've already explained why in earlier chapters. Look back to see.

Oh, since I just kinda feel like it, I'm gonna post the experiments' ages right here for you. Enjoy and don't correct me on my math. I wrote my own fifteen-year calendar/list so I could make sure their birthdates was right and I will be mildly ticked if all that work was wrong. Also, some birthdays, like Deidara's, are unknown at this time so I made them up, and if we fans discover them later, it'll be a shame because I'm not changing them.

September 19th, 1992: Kakashi is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 15 years old.

February 11th, 1993: Sasori is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 14 years old.

June 9th, 1993: Itachi is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 14 years old.

May 25th, 1994: Zetsu is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 13 years old.

August 30th, 1995: Deidara is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 12 years old

July 3rd, 1996: Neji is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 11 years old.

March 18th, 1997: Kisame is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 10 years old.

October 10th, 1997: Naruto is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 10 years old.

March 28th, 1999: Sakura is born. As of January 13th, 2008: 8 years old.