'She's running out again. She's running out, she'll run, run, run, run!'

I think this must be my favourite chapter! The writing is way better (in my opinion), I'm using the lyrics from Radiohead's 'Creep' song and evil, crazy, psychotic dude finally makes his debut appearance to Sakura! Mwahaha.

Screaming inside my head

The sight of blood could signify pain, death, anguish, hurt. The smell of it could cloud your senses on a battlefield, it could come from your own body or from the many foes you had cut down. You tasted blood when you summoned, when you sealed, when you bit your tongue so hard to keep from crying out because your best friend, the boy who gave his life for you and Rin, died.

But the sight of blood could also make jump into the fray of a fight, make you dodge and punch and scream and cry until you had used every muscle in your body to save a life, to make it back home at the end of the day with a happy, but weary Sakura, a not-so-fake smiling Sai and a triumphant, alive Naruto. The smell of it could alert you to your enemy's weakness and make tracking down a bleeding Sasuke so much easier.

But the taste of blood, that could be an aphrodisiac.

Sakura's blood had make Kakashi's head spin; his loins tighten and left with wanting more.

Sakura was an addiction, everything drawing him in; her blood was an aphrodisiac, her scent so sweet, the way her eye twitched right before she hit Naruto made him laugh and how she constantly encouraged him to socialise.

Kakashi admired how she had grown into the person that loved the boy she had hated as a child, that her and Naruto were the best of friends and that she no longer needed Sasuke to acknowledge her.

He watched the way she hid her pain and saw the cuts she inflicted on herself and those cross placed scars on each thigh.

He loved the way she had gasped and tried not to moan at the feel of his tongue gliding a wet path against the puckered flesh and cut skin.

Fear, hate, lust, pain, love. He wanted all of her.

The grey-haired nin woke along with everyone else. Sakura was on her feet, glowing luminescent in the moonlight.

"Sakura-san?" Hinata asked. She made no reply.

There was no wind and no animals moved in the forest. Sakura turned and her eyes were a horrible yellow. Her throat was working furiously, her mouth slowly opening. Words, seemingly forced, strained themselves to the night's sky.

"She is mine. Finally. I have my blossom once again." Sakura screamed and fell to her knees, fingers trying to claw their way into her scalp.

"No!" She screamed. "I won't let you do this to me!"

Kakashi moved quickly, his hands pushing chakra into the scars, telling her to "Fight it, Sakura!" That evil chakra was back, trying to take a hold of her.

Sakura started to laugh, an evil cackle that did not sound right coming from her.

"What's happening?" Naruto asked, panicked and full of worry, his sapphire eyes focused on his friend.

"We meet at last Hatake Kakashi. Cherry blossom in mine, she was always – GET OUT!" The voice changed, both still Sakura's but as different as night and day. The true Sakura was trying to fight back, trying to get rid of the enemy inside her and take back control of her own body.

Naruto moved forward but Sakura pulled back, she pulled away and Kakashi's hands disappeared from her thighs.

"Stay away!" She doubled over and Kakashi went to follow but she collapsed to the ground. The copy-nin placed his hands over the scars, trying to force that evil chakra out with his own. He could feel Sakura's suppressed underneath but she had not been affected entirely above her waist.

Naruto placed himself on the other side and Hinata joined.

"What are you doing Kakashi-san?" The heiress asked.

"She has two scars on either thigh; the source of the chakra is coming from there."

Naruto growled and stared accusingly at Kakashi. "How do you know that? Has this happened before?"

"Now is not the time," Kakashi replied sharply, he did not want to explain to Naruto what he had seen and heard and how he had not said anything to the fox-boy. It would only make Naruto angry and hurt that Sakura had not confided in him.

Sakura was still mumbling to herself, hands gripping tightly to her head. Kiba and Akamaru stayed back, taking watch in case someone attacked.

"I will have my bugs follow the chakra trail back to its owner," Shino intoned, to which Kakashi was surprised. He hadn't even thought of that, he was too concerned with trying to make those yellow eyes disappear from Sakura's face and for her beautiful emerald one's to come back.

Sakura gave another scream, long and loud and it nearly tore Kakashi's heart, but he stayed strong.

"Push your chakra into her, Shino, you keep watch with Akamaru, Kiba you help." Kiba moved forwardly quickly, eager to help.

Another scream and dimly Kakashi felt a pain in his head. Someone was trying to talk to him in his head, someone who was hurting . . . was it Sakura?

Hinata, Naruto and Kiba added their chakra to Kakashi's and they forced the brunt of the chakra back into the area of Sakura's scars. Hinata winced and Kakashi was grateful that he had his mask; the yellow chakra had that personal feel that he only medics could do, but instead of a gentle and healing chakra, this was painful and filled with malicious intent. The chakra stung and Kiba's eyes watered.

"You killed my parents!" Sakura screamed and the shock made everyone lose focus for a moment. That moment was all this evil person needed and the yellow chakra enveloped Sakura, shoving everyone to the air.

In a flash Sakura was gone, no traces of her body left and Kakashi was sprawled in the branches of a nearby tree.

Kiba's frantic words and Naruto's cussing let Kakashi know that neither could trace her. But something was tingling in his head and Shino said his bugs were still following the trail.

Still . . . the distant pain in his head let Kakashi know that Sakura was hurting and that something was blocking him from feeling it entirely.

Fuck.


He watched her, hair splayed across her face, eyes closed and those beautiful lips puckered, as if waiting for him to kiss them. He had finally got her, finally taken her away from that bastard, that ninja who thought he could this affections of his blossom.

He had killed for her! And would continue killing until she had no one left except for him, until he would be the only person that she could turn to.

Sometimes he wanted to force her, to bend her entirely to his will but he didn't. He pressured and encouraged but her fighting spirit, the fire that would blaze in her eyes, it made his insides throb. He wanted to tame her; he wanted her to willingly submit beneath him.

But she had fought, she was always fighting him. He was getting angry, his patience was running out. He wasn't going to wait any longer.

The ex-suna shinobi tightened the chains around his precious and left her to wake. She would be in for a surpise when she realised where she was. He had to keep his cherry blossom safe from the others that would take her away from him.

After all, he was going to take what was his.


Sakura blinked, her eyesight was bleary. Why was she hurting? Why did the scars on her thighs tingle like they'd be zapped with electricity? Her chakra paths felt like molten fire had run through them.

She rolled over and snuggled into the soft pillow, letting her sore body sink into the bed. The bed she had travelled with she was fourteen years old felt comfortable; as if there was no lumpy spot on the bottom right that she always ignored.

The pink-haired nin went to move her arms out so that she could stretch. But something pulled around her wrists and her arms couldn't stretch out completely. A noise; an eerily familiar noise.

Sakura was wide awake in seconds.

She jumped up in the bed that most definitely wasn't hers and looked around franticly for her teammates. They weren't there.

Her wrists were shackled and short chains connected her to the headboard. The room was large and spacious, a table with chairs was to her left and a door to her right; beside it a bookcase holding many books.

The rug on the floor was the exact same one in her apartment, the bedsheets and pillows her own and the books in the bookcase held titles that she read over the years.

Something was in her head, something trying to reach her but it was as if a huge wall had placed itself in front of her; a wall that she hadn't made.

The kunoichi tried to remember what had happened, how she had got here but everything was blank in her mind. The last thing she could remember was going to sleep after they had set camp, then pain. Why had she been in pain?

Kakashi. It came as a distant thought but Kakashi had been there, been there while she was in pain. The pain, why had she been in pain?

Sakura summoned her chakra to break the chains but nothing happened, no chakra responded her call. She frantically checked her reserves and found them periliously low. Even so, her chakra should still be steadily increasing, but it wasn't. It was almost as if something was inside of her, holding her chakra back.

Her body ached.

'Where are you?' Whispered in her head, the soft voice recognizable but she couldn't place it to a face.

'I don't know,' she said back.

'I'll find you.'

The voice went away and the throbbing in her head diminished but did not leave. Sakura didn't understand why she felt so out of place, like everything was surreal. She couldn't remember.

Something wet and warm trickled down the side of her face and she raised her cuffed hands to touch it. She came away with blood. Sakura stared at her fingertips, straining her thoughts, brow furrowed. Why was she bleeding? Where was she? Why did it look like her place but not?

Sakura pulled her legs up and cuddled up to the headboard of the bed. It even smelled different, like a different scent had come along and tainted this room.

A small table was beside her bed; it held her brush, jewellery, the necklace Tsunade gave her for her seventeenth birthday and a photograph. It was in a beautiful silver frame and it had been taken from her house as well.

But it wasn't the same as when she had last seen it.

A fourteen-year-old Sakura was smiling, her eyes shining and her hand holding out a huge stick of candy floss to a burnt out figure.

Someone had burnt out the faces of her Mother and Father and left the photograph framed. The kunoichi felt a shiver run through her body, making her fingers tremble as she reached out. Someone had superimposed themselves behind Sakura, as if they were holding her.

The door opened and the chakra inside her body flared but was held down. Held down by a chakra she knew so well and feared to remember. She remembered now how she got here, she knew where she was.

Sakura was with the man who had tormented her dreams for four years, the man who killed her parents and had left her mind and body scarred.

"I see you are awake, my love."

Sakura's heart nearly stopped and she stared at the man she hadn't seen face to face since that awful night four years ago.

"Itome," she whispered, fear driving her to push herself further into the headboard, as if she could make it out to the other side.

His yellow eyes glinted darkly, liking how sweet his name sounded coming off her tongue.

"Next time you say my name, it will be a scream as I take you."

He started walking towards here but Sakura was frozen stiff.

She was already screaming inside her head.