.o35 Memory Loss
It worked in the favor of the Akatsuki, especially the brains of the outfit that the apprentice of the Godaime had lost all her social memories, all that was left were the basic means of medical know how and fighting. Easily becoming prey for manipulation by the use of words that would make her perceive them as friends rather than enemies of the state. They were all little white lies, based around the truth that was buried by the two elders and root leader. With that memory loss, Madara facilitated a relationship with the pinkette often times jealously guarding her from his relative who was piqued by the behavior of his superior and old teammate. Probably in hopes that her memories wouldn't inadvertently repaired by the sight and sound of Sasuke. As the puffy eyed leader liked the way things were now, simply put. The inexplicable crutch that Konoha was placed upon after Konan and Pein's assault, his new relationship and the power that was flowing inwards to a now well-known group of 'criminals'
Sakura took up these false memories easily, often times cavorting with Konan when her 'fiancé' was not around. Being quite content though troubled constantly by headaches that flashed snippets of what could be foreign film. Wisely, not telling any one she wrote them down in to a secret journal in attempt to decode what these visions and dreams meant. Hiding the binding of sentences in the floorboards beneath her shared bed. Luckily the sharingan eye couldn't read minds or see through floors. As time moved on and they one again moved positions to a place that was vaguely familiar. There the people looked scared, if not betrayed as they paid respects to her 'fiancé' and his group. The people that ran up proclaiming that they were her real friends confused the pinkette, and they were often times torn away from her before she could question their intent or information.
Often times one of the Akatsuki members, an older one (the newer ones were not trusted enough to deliver Madara's idea of information to his soon to be wife) would intervene right after wards and tell her what they were saying was not true. Those shouting, hopeful eyed people were false as well as being apart of a radical contingent that wanted to use her. Most of the time she believed what they said despite the niggling feeling that they were what they called a radical group and that they were using her for their own selfish gain. After a few incidents with these 'old friends' yelping their truth at her, Madara would be at her side almost every afternoon and night being as gentle as any lover should be. Which resulted in disgust on his relative's face as his female partner wooed at the gooey romance of it and persisted in chasing the boy down.
It had been apparent to her self after some time that she had lost her memory, well not everything like an amnesiac would. There was nothing she could even do about it, as her journals became filled with the flashes of imagery and information that confused her more and more. All while the Akatsuki and her new 'lover' took advantage of her obvious handicap without pausing and feeling guilty. Truly she didn't know what to do about these feelings and flashes of imagery dancing around in her head. But Sakura knew enough from being around these people not to share anything that was personal, even with a lover.