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A plan. One single, stupid, simple plan to get everyone out of this mess was all she needed. Even part of a plan would of been welcome right then to get everything in motion. But there was nothing. Sakura's mind was drawing a complete blank, furiously pacing around the room, as if she was hoping that the additional blood pumping in her body might help her. Her lip was numb from nearly being chewed off and the throbbing in her head had not subsided. She refused to heal herself, knowing that she was now dangerously low on charka supplies, unless she had something to replenish her dwindling energy.

Suddenly, the room filled with light and Sakura jumped back to her corner, sinking in to it, hoping if she pushed herself hard enough against the wall she might slip through it. To her relief it was the medic that had come to see her. He was doing his best to be silent but the rattling of the tray was kind of giving away his presence.

"There you go." The man attempted to smile, placing the plate a slight distance away from her. If Sakura hadn't been watching him she would have never seen him slip it into the shadows, completely out of view. It was then she noticed the guy wasn't a man, in fact he had hardly hit puberty. If Sakura had guessed correctly then he must have been around thirteen at least. In all fairness he was surprisingly tall for his age. This made her even more worried than before about who was looking after her mother. No one that young would have high experience on medical jutsu (herself being the acceptation) why had the men brought someone so inexperience? Just as the boy was creeping back upstairs, his path was suddenly blocked by a looming shadow.

"What are you doing?" The man demanded. Sakura thanked Kami that her corner was hidden in the darkest area, with the food the man had got for her hiding in the shadows.

"Just thought I heard something so I came to check it out." The boy answered. His voice didn't present a hint of nervousness compared to the other times they had spoken to each other. The transformation defiantly sent Sakura's head on a crazy spin. The other ninja just stared at him. He face was totally blank. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Get back upstairs solider." He hissed. The boy didn't argue as he bounced up stairs taking two steps at a time.

It wasn't until they had both left that Sakura risked eating the food. She didn't even take a second to test whether any drugs had been added to the continents. The bread was stale and the soup a little thin but Sakura believed it was like a feast made for a king. Now that she had something to eat she needed to start planning again, hoping that the food would give herself some more brain power to think. But still she came up empty. Panic began to swell up in her chest as her mind thought only of Kushina and the twins upstairs. Calm down Sakura! She told herself firmly. There was no point panicking. She needed to take it step by step. First things first, what did she have that could help her?

Charka was out of the question. She had very little left as she felt it drifting away from the lack of proper nutrients and sleep. Weapons were out of the question as well. The men had cleared the basement of all the obvious dangers. Left over knives, shrunkens and broken needles had been confiscate. But no one had removed the stored paper. Paper! She snapped her head back to make sure she wasn't having delusions. But there they were. It was all Sakura needed. Sadly, her new found happiness disappeared when she realised she was missing a second key ingredient. Ink. If her throat had been dredged out she would have screamed her head off. Instead she punched the wall so hard that her skin shattered on impact. She could only stand there and watch as the red liquid dripped from her hand. Watching the blood drip on the cream parchments was almost memorising. Slowly, she leaned over the paper and dragged her finger across its smooth surface. She practiced a few drawings first to make sure she could do it properly. Finally satisfied, she stood up to admire her work from afar. Now she had a plan.

It was difficult climbing through the vents of the house. Every time she moved through the system it made a thunderous sound that forced her to freeze in fear that someone might have heard her. The journey seem to last twice as long as Sakura had anticipated but if the directions in her mind were right, then she could be just below the main bedroom. It took her a while but she was able to remove the metal sheet above her (using just a spoon wasn't the best tool to use) and popped the floor boards to the side.

Her nightmare had come to life. When she pulled herself through the floor she believed she was in the wrong room. Everything around her was shattered and the furniture was covered in blood, puke and other things she dare not mention. The wimping from the bed dragged her attention away from the destruction. She had almost missed the bulk in the bed with the room so dark. Slowly, she crawled towards the bed, the environment sent a paralysing fear through the young girl that made it impossible to walk. The fear that gripped almost drained all the strength from her but she was stubborn enough to keep on fighting.

She found the blankets drenched in blood. Kushina was unconscious, her skin drench with sweat and her lips were turning blue. Sakura didn't have time to worry about her surroundings. The fear of her adoptive mother dying was more important than the hygiene issues at the moment. She checked the stomach first. Thankfully, the babies vital signs were fine. The problem was the torn flesh inside the stomach. Not waiting another second, Sakura began healing the wound. Knitting the flesh together was easy. It was getting the organs to function properly again. The process was slow, due to the amount of blood loss and nothing to replenish it. But relief flooded her whole body when the pink in her lips began to return and the shallow breathes began to ease. When the tissue was finally fix, the woman's eye fluttered open.

"Kushina!" Sakura cried out, hugging the woman so tightly, that it felt like she was never going to let go.

"Sakura." The mother whispered, crying with joy that the girl was fine. It was only when the women squealed again that Sakura sensed her job wasn't finished yet.

It was nothing like the text books. She could now understand Naruto's reaction when she told him how babies were born. The crowning process was not the prettiest sight to see. Whether they wanted it or not, this baby was already coming out. The girl had to make sure they were not disrupted. Blocking the door with anything every enough, then slapping seal on the door. Racing back to the woman, she tried to make the area presentable as possible.

"Kushina! The baby's coming!" Sakura called out, almost forgetting someone could hear her. "You've got to take a deep breath and push." She ordered, trying to hide the dread in her voice. It was a hard command to follow, especially in the condition the mother was in. But Kushina was an Uzumaki and they were known for their extreme pain fresh hold. The woman screamed with effort as she did the first push, popping the first head out, then the shoulders, then the rest. The child's scream filled the room. "It's a boy." The girl cried happily, finding it hard to believe she was holding something so small and yet so loud. Even covered in blood and fluid, Kushina looked at the little boy like he was the most beautiful thing in the world. But the moment was soon interrupted when another pain stabbed the woman's abdomen. Sakura was forced to work one handed as she attempted to deliver the second one. "It's a girl." Sakura whispered in disbelief. She had nothing to cut the umbilical cord, so when she passed the children on to their mother, they were still attached.

"Hi." Kushina breathed, finding it hard to stay awake. She was exhausted from all the work. Plus, she had lost way too much blood. Sakura had to act fast.

"Promise me right now Kushina!" Sakura shouted at her forcefully, grabbing the woman's face between her hands and forcing the woman to look into her eyes. "You don't under any circumstances let go of those babies, even if Kami tried to rip them from your arms you do not let go. Promise me right now!" Sakura couldn't help but shake her mother slightly, worried that all the energy had been zapped from her body. Despite the sweat dripping down her face and her clammy skin growing whiter, Kushina still seemed to be able to hang on to all of Sakura's words.

"I promise." Kushina croaked, following the orders and hugging the twins tighter to her chest. A brief sigh of relief escaped the young girl's lips. Leaning forward, she kissed the woman on the head, slapping the sign on the woman's back as she did. If Kushina knew what she was planning, she would probably go berserk.

"I love you." Sakura whispered, forcing the tears away from her eyes as she crept back under the floor boards and back into her room. Sitting down as comfortably as she could, she began focusing her charka. It was time to get to work.

First she needed to create a scene. That wasn't going to be hard. She was a ten year old, who had suffered many traumatic experiences and had an explosive temper to match it all up. Throwing a riot should be second nature.

"I HATE YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!" Sakura screamed, grabbing the closets things she could get her hands on and threw them as hard as she could at the walls. As expected, Mister Cranky Pants came stomping into the room. It didn't really help that the last thing she threw hit him in the face. His piercing black eyes ripped her flesh apart, the hatred fuelling them was enough to make her skin peel. He dived in low, slamming his fist into the centre of her stomach where her belly button would be.

"Shut up Brat!" The attacker spat back, continuously beating her. The medic and the other team member ran in seconds later.

"Stop." He yelled, tackling his team mate on the ground, while Sakura's body slumped on the ground. With the crazed ninja restrained, the medic found it safe to examine the girl's body. His hands glow green as they went to her stomach but snapped back a second later.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!" The medic's eyes grew wide as he stumbled back from the little form, bashing his back into the wall. "Oh Kami! She's dead. We've just killed the Hokage's daughter!"

Stage one was complete, Sakura wondered to herself, glad that her body was settled into a paralysed state.

She wasn't so glad when she was delivered to the people outside. The medic was the only one that had the courage to deliver her outside. Sakura wasn't even sure she had passed the barrier until she felt her weight shift into different arms. Words were exchanged but none of them seemed to make sense to her. In the state she was in, she couldn't use her ability to sense who was who and what was going on. All she had to rely on was her sense of smell, touch and hearing. Whoever was holding her now had a firm grip of her body. Gently, she was place down on a flat surface; possibly a table.

"Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke." Kakashi's voice pleaded from somewhere. She felt guilt hit her hard in the stomach when she felt the pain in his voice. The material that covered her face was softly removed from her face. The whole room went silent. Sakura wished she could reach out to them somehow, let them know she was okay. But the paralysing system she had set into motion had not finished yet. Her body was complete stone.

"I'm going to kill them." Tsunade growled the fury the woman's charka release made everyone in the room want to suddenly hide. "No, I'm going to slowly cut them apart and make them watch as I drag their insides out. Then I kill them!" If the whole room wasn't afraid before, then they certainly were now.

"Calm down Tsunade." Jiraiya spoke calmly but this only seemed to intense the woman's rage.

"Screw you." She barked, making the other sannin back off instantly. "Minato! Say something!" Until that moment, Sakura hadn't realised the man was nearby. But she defiantly knew he was there when he began stroking his hair. It was the same movement she was use to when both she and Naruto would listen to one of his stories. The strokes had been small and gentle; she would have recognised them anywhere.

"Minato… we've got too…"

"Don't tell me what to do." Minato's voice was barely audible but the tone was enough to cut through flesh and bone. She so badly wanted to hug the man right now. But she couldn't, not now. The sensation was beginning to wear off.

"Oi! Hokage!" Sakura knew that was Mr Cranky Pants voice. She felt everyone leave the room, she was sure all of them wanted to get their hands around his throat and strangle him. It was perfect for Sakura to be left on her own; she didn't want anyone dying of fright. "Our sincere apologies for the little one but the women in this family have got to learn to keep their mouths shut." Was the ninja's response to her death; what a nice guy. Was this guy just asking to have his insides torn out? She could do nothing expect wait for the charka to start running through her system properly again. Furious discussions continued as her body began regaining full control again.

"It doesn't have to end this way." Minato's voice called out, making the girl pay attention.

"Not till the fat lady stops screaming!" The man laughed, the noise getting quieter. He was heading back to the house. The technique wore off just in time.

"Transport!" She shouted, slapping her hands together to perform the seal she need. Smoke filled the room, alerting some people outside the tent. They all went running in, dispersing the grey smoke as they went. They were shocked to find the dead body gone and a confused looking woman holding two babies instead.

Well that did it. That teleportation technique had totally drained her of all her charka. She could feel exhaustion rip through her body, her lungs working overtime to keep breathing. When the door burst open, she only had enough strength to push herself off the bed. Sent herself rolling towards the hole, before flames engulfed the entire room. Even when the fire burnt the back of her legs, the girl had no energy to cry out. Her whole determination was based on dragging herself through the vents again. It was easier getting down to the basement then getting up to the bedrooms. Gravity helped a lot by allowing her to fall two storeys down. Again she was lucky, twisting her body so that her shoulder took the impact instead of her neck. But it made the journey more difficult as she was sure that every bone in her left side had shattered to pieces. Dragging herself the rest of the way felt like she was carrying four tons of boulders on her back.

Hitting the ground floor of the basement was less painful than expected. It was nice to just lay there and absorb the coolness from the floor. Slipping her one good hand into the pocket, she pulled out the slip of paper and looked at it. The last one. She smiled to herself; though it hurt to do so. Before, she did anything she calmed herself, getting as much rest as she could. It took forever for a little bit of her charka to return but it was enough to finish of the final seal. Just in time as well, as she heard footsteps echo through the room. Slipping herself through the hidden trap door, she slapped the seal on the ground. The last thing she saw, was the men bursting through the door and thee seal glow red. Burn in hell you bastards! She cursed, slamming the door above her.

KABOOM!