DISCLAIMER: I do not own Naruto or any other characters belonging to the Anime series. However, I do own the characters that were created by me – they will make their appearances in the later chapters.

Summary:Sakura and Tenten – both FBI Agents – are on a vital mission to eradicate one of America's largest and most feared Mafia Gangs. Sakura has no memory of her past. What happens as she finds the missing pieces when she encounters the mesmerizing, drop-dead attractive, Sasuke Uchiha, leader of the gang?

WARNING: This Fan-fiction contains VERY explicit content in later chapters. If sexual content and mild violence bothers you, then it is advised that you discontinue reading this fiction immediately.

NOTE: 'Inner Sakura

'Thoughts' (Except for the short preface at the beginning of each chapter)

Narrator's POV

CHAPTER FOUR

An Unrealistic Reality

Life – life is hard. It embraces dreadful situations and beautiful ones. Life has its ups and downs: people fight, then come to peace again; people get ill, then get well again but people die and never come back again. Death – death is peace and pain. It can be peaceful to the one that is dying, but painful to the ones they are leaving or painful to both. Letting go of loved ones is a part of life, which makes it hard. When death does its work, a hollow space is created inside the loved ones of the departed, causing despair, angst. It makes one feel immobilized and fallen. But, life is all about living, strength, courage, hope and faith, which is why, when faced with a situation like this, one is expected to stand up and walk again. Life is about change; life is about moving on…

She opened the door ajar and peered into the kitchen. The digital clock on the white, marble counter read "4:30 a.m." There was no sign of human presence – which was strange because usually Tsunade would be up, making an early breakfast at this time. Tenten figured that she must have slept in, and quietly walked up the stairs, afraid that the slightest of noise would wake baby Hiro. Everything just seemed queer. She did not remember how she arrived at her house, nor could she recall where she had been before her arrival. The air seemed eerie and there was a strange feeling as she made it up to the last step. The atmosphere had gotten heavier and a cruel wind blew through the opened window. Slowly she walked towards it, loosening her buns as she did. Her silken brown hair tangled in the wind as it forced its way through the narrowing gap of the closing window and she ensured that it was locked.

As Tenten walked down the corridor to her room, she could see a dim light through the creasing of Sakura's bedroom door. But usually, Sakura never woke this early – even if she had dire dreams.

"Saki, are you awake?" Tenten asked quietly, but audible enough for only Sakura to hear. There was no reply. She was about to ask again, and stopped when she heard what sounded like water, splashing from the sprinklers and onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. She frowned at this and pressed her ear to the door. Every agent was trained to enhance their hearing skills as if they were blind and could not rely on sight. They were trained to detect signs of movement by listening intently for rustling of clothing and manual movement of objects. But all Tenten could hear were the dead falls of the water. There was nothing more but a deadly silence. Not caring about intruding Sakura's privacy for she was now furious, Tenten opened the door to her sister's room, holding her breath because she had no idea of what to expect.

The room was free of human presence. Sakura's bed was neatly made with covers folded neatly and pillows fluffed. There was a clean, folded suit of clothing on her bed, which Tenten thought she had chosen to wear before she utilized the bathroom. The water was still flowing constantly, giving Tenten the impression that no one was in the bathroom at all. But she knew Sakura of all people had better knowledge than to leave the taps running; she knew that flooding out the house would drive Tsunade up a wall. But to be on the safe side, Tenten knocked audibly on Sakura's bathroom door before entering…

The steam from the steam shower generator which Tsunade had recently installed made it almost impossible to see. But, Tenten could tell that the shower curtains had been drawn. Knowing that it was now possible for Sakura to hear her clearly, Tenten said, "Why are you showering at this hour, Saki? Do you have a mission?" But still, she had not received a single murmur. She knew to a fact that Sakura could not have fallen asleep because she was a light sleeper – the slightest of sound could awaken her. Holding her breath once more, Tenten reached her hand out to the curtains and slowly slid it along on the pole…

An earsplitting cry echoed through the corridors and traveled to every room in the house…

Tenten's body frantically ascended from her lying position on the bed. Her breathing was uneven and rapid and the image of a dead Sakura, in a tub of blood, remained fresh in her memory. She would have given anything to erase it, but somehow, that seemed inevitable. Her eyes were still shut tightly, as if she would see the image before her if she reopened them.

"Had a nightmare?" a soft, childish voice asked. Tenten finally opened her eyes to see a little girl around the age of seven, sitting atop the bed, where Tenten's foot rested.

"My brother told me to keep an eye on you," she said, her soft voice stern. It was then Tenten took notice of the child's eyes – a light, lilac shade and asked, "You're Neji Hyuuga's little sister?"

"No, he's my cousin, but my sister and I grew up with him. I'm Hanabi Hyuuga," the girl introduced herself, outstretching her right hand. Tenten attempted to shake the girls hand and introduce herself as well, but was alarmed when her left hand jerked back. It was only then had she realized that it was shackled to one of the bed's posts. Hanabi gave her a helpless look and said, "I'm sorry about that. I guess Neji still does not trust injured hostages as well. I don't see why you're bottling it up inside like that, Tenten."

Tenten looked up at the girl, confused. Not confused that she had known her name; but confused of what she had mentioned.

On seeing that Tenten was confused, Hanabi said, "It's not healthy to keep your feelings compressed in a tight cube– you'll go mental. My sis says it's best to just let it out." Tenten was not accustomed to expressing her depression, but she had a taste of it from Anko's funeral. Subconsciously tears trickled down her cheek, and slowly her emotional thoughts invaded her mind in the form of questions. She questioned herself about her sister's safety; about whether or not she would do as Neji had said before – would she fall into the trap? Tenten loathed the fact that she was helpless at the moment. She cried, but did not sob. Tenten was trained by Tsunade to be a tough agent and to neglect emotion, but being told that it was alright to do otherwise, triggered the breakdown. Soon enough, Tenten was able to rekindle herself. Hanabi had not moved from her position for the past five minutes. Then, there was nothing but silence.

"That wound was really bad yesterday," the girl finally said, breaking the silence. Tenten nodded. But, all she could remember was the burning on her back, her cries and Neji's voice.

"Where is Neji, by the way?" Tenten asked, realizing the man's absence.

"When he told me to watch you, he said he had something to take care of. He did not mention what it was," Hanabi replied, beaming up at Tenten.

"What?" Tenten enquired.

"For a moment, you looked worried," Hanabi answered. Authentically, Tenten was concerned that Neji had been assigned to assassinate Sakura.

"Don't worry," Hanabi said to her, before she could have another thought, "I'm sure he just went to deal with Naruto about my sister."

Just then, said man barged into the room, alarming both Tenten and Hanabi. "Speak of the devil! What's the matter, bro?" Hanabi asked, getting off the bed. When Neji did not reply, Hanabi asked, "And how did you get that?" She was pointing at Neji's gray, long-sleeved shirt, bloodstained. Tenten drew her attention to Neji. It seemed as if Neji had somehow injured himself.

"Would you like me to take care of that?" the little girl offered.

"No," was his straightforward reply. "Neji, how did you get it?" Hanabi asked annoyingly.

"Naruto induced Hinata into indulging into a vulgar drinking session," Neji explained, "Please leave. See to it that Hinata gets cleaned up and tell her there's a favor I need to ask of her." Hanabi nodded and left the room. Now Tenten could not help but feel a little awkward.

"How is your wound?" Neji asked as he removed his shirt.

"It's alright," she answered, noticing his was not as bad as hers was.

"You'll need to change the bandages as soon as you get washed up to prevent infection. I don't expect that you can move on your own, knowing the amount of blood you had lost, so you'll be getting some assistance from Hinata," he said firmly. Tenten noticed that there were two wounds on the man's god-like body – one on his left arm and the other to the upper right of his back. Although Tenten did not like the idea of being dependant on the fugitives' hospitality, she was thankful, and somehow felt the need to return the favor. But, she kept at the back of her mind that the people she was involved with now, were nothing more that first-class criminals.

"Let me see those wounds," Tenten offered.

"Now why would I let you of all people, tend to my wounds?" he questioned stoically. Tenten remained silent. She did not expect Neji to co-operate with her, knowing her position. But then, what happened next was not what she had expected. The Hyuuga prodigy made his way across the room, and sat on the bed. "Make it quick," was all he said.

The shackles were long enough to allow Tenten to tend to Neji's wounds. He made sure that he was close enough. There were no infectious substances in the wound on his arm, but she still gently scrubbed around them, to remove bacteria invisible to the human eye. Their bodies were close together – it was then it had been brought to Tenten's attention that she was wearing nothing on to cover her upper region except for her black bra. His body heat made her feel weaker somehow. 'Why am I letting this affect me?!' she thought and immediately snapped out of it.

After wrapping the bandage thoroughly and tightly around his arm, she proceeded to his back. This one was a lot bigger, which was why Neji washed it under the shower before letting Tenten dress it. There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Neji said as he threw on a new shirt. The person at the door was Hanabi.

Without Neji having to enquire, Hanabi explained the reason for her presence. "Neji, my sister is not home. Sasuke told me she and Naruto went out."

"Fine, is Karin available?" Neji asked.

"No. She's out as well," was Hanabi's reply.

'And I don't think Hanabi should be handling this either,' Neji thought. "Please leave, Hanabi," Neji demanded. Said girl left the two adults without a word.

Neji moved across the room, and then headed towards the pole to which Tenten had been shackled. There was 'click' sound and the shackles fell to the floor. Then he turned to her once more. "Can you walk?" he asked.

Tenten did not know the answer to that question. In attempt to find out, Tenten threw her legs over the edge of the bed, so her legs could touch the carpeted floor. Then, with the aid of her arms, she hoisted her body off the bed. When she applied force onto her feet as she stood, Tenten lost her balance and fell back onto the mattress.

"Just as I thought," Neji said to her, "You are still suffering the effects of hemorrhage." Tenten sighed when he said this.

Neji did not like the idea at all, but he had to do it; he had to do it for the sake of their plan. If Tenten's wound had gotten infected, then she would need immediate medical attention, and that would put the gang at a severe risk provided that the Sakura agent had informed the FBI. His pale lavender eyes met her chocolate ones.

"Remove your clothes."

Sakura sat in the middle of her bed, thinking. Options for a reasonable plan were limited. They were so limited that you could almost say she did not have any. She had thought of informing a close and trustworthy agent like Kakashi or Ino, but still, she did not want to risk Tenten's life – she was sure that Kakashi would strongly advise against keeping the situation hidden from Tsunade and the other two Vice-Directors: Danzo and Orochimaru. Sakura started loading her gun when she heard her phone vibrate on the wooden bedside table. She looked on the screen and recognized the number to be that of the Investigation/Research Department – Jiraya.

"Senju Sakura," she answered, "…Hi how are you? What kind of reports? No…no that's not true…that's impossible…why would…"

The phone fell to the floor…

"Excuse me? You want me to what?!" Tenten demanded furiously.

"I do not like to repeat myself," Neji said firmly. "But leave your undergarments on," he added.

Tenten made no move.

"You need to wash up before I can change the bandages on your wound. If you fail to do so, it'll get infected. And we don't want to kill you so soon," he explained.

"I'm quite capable of washing up for myself," she stated.

Neji grunted inwardly. She was being difficult; too difficult. Neji had patience for almost anything, but somehow this woman made him feel otherwise. He had other things to see to, knowing that Sasuke would be out for the day. Neji was one to respect others' privacy, but the situation had given him no other option. "That's funny coming from you who – as I just witnessed – can't even stand properly without falling over at the moment," Neji stated reasonably. "I'll give you three minutes," he said before heading into the bathroom to prepare the bath.

Tenten was quite self conscious about her privacy and her body, considering her past. She had moved on and away from that – the fright she had gotten whenever a boy touched her; the urge to run away whenever she was approached by a male character at school – she had let go of that fright. It was Tsunade who had taught her that she should not let those stupid situations deprive her of her freedom; her sexuality; her choice of clothing. Tsunade taught her to defend herself if she ever came to relive that situation again. And endless times she did have to face those situations again – but she dealt with the matter nonetheless. Sitting up on the bed, she removed her long, black pants and waited.

True to his word, Neji returned precisely after three minutes. Gently, he carried Tenten in a bridal style, to the bathroom, not even glancing down at her semi-nude figure in his arms. Neji left the bandages on to prevent the wound from getting wet. They were thick enough and wrapped several times around her abdomen, making it impossible for the water to penetrate through it unless it was wet several times. The tub was less than half filled and it was large enough for Tenten to sit up in it, trying as hard as possible to keep the bandages dry. Neji left her to wash up. He told her to give a holler when she was done, so he could clean the area around the wound. She loved bubble baths, but today, she could not enjoy one for many reasons. Tenten quickly slipped on her bra and underwear when she was finished before hailing out, "I'm done!"

Neji walked into the bathroom with one of his Mahogany Chiavari chairs from his room. He placed it in front of the bathroom mirror, and then carefully took Tenten over to the chair. She sat with her left side to the back-rest, giving Neji easy access to her wound on her back. From the nearby cabinet, Neji got some cloth, new bandages and Hydrogen Peroxide. Tenten noticed that he still kept his eyes of her, and for that, she respected him. "Please excuse me," Neji said to her before placing a hand on her bare back. His hands were gentle and his touch was soft as if he was afraid that she would break, but when the Hydrogen Peroxide touched the wound, Tenten squinted at the burning sensation, but it did not hurt like what she had felt yesterday. Tenten began to feel a little awkward with the silence and as if sensing her discomfort, Neji broke it by creating a conversation.

"Does it hurt?" he asked stoically.

"No, not as much," she answered, and blushed slightly. 'Luckily, he's can't see my face,' she thought.

"There are clean clothes on the bed for you to change into," he said as he wrapped the bandage around her back and stomach.

"Thanks," she mumbled.

"Hn," was all he said which she took as a 'no-problem'.

Neji left Tenten alone to change after he carried her back into his bedroom. Of course, he locked the door. The T-shirt which was provided was definitely not her color – pink, while the pair of jeans was alright. She guessed that the suit must have belonged to either the Karin girl or the Hinata girl Neji had mentioned earlier. Somehow, the outfit had a familiar fragrance, but Tenten was unable to recall who it smelt like. She shrugged off the discovery and lay back on the bed. Her mind was now on Sakura. Tenten recalled the last nightmare she had was at the age of thirteen and proceeding after it was that unforgettable situation. After those happenings, she slept peacefully. The image from the dream was still vivid and made her feel miserable with worry. Tenten was second eldest of the three sisters, and she knew that even though Sakura had joined the family a recent five years ago, it was her duty to look after Sakura. How could she do that when she was in this position? She finished the meal Neji had brought in for her, and ten minutes later, she found that her strength was returning.

'Good timing,' she thought as redid her hair in her signature buns.

Tenten searched around Neji's wealthy room for any thin piece of sharpened object – one that would help her pick the lock. On his desk she managed to find a thin-blade pocket stiletto knife. With a few turns and twists, unlocking the door was child's play. She found that there was no one to guard the room as she was a prisoner. That only made life easier. She kept the pocket knife at hand in case she ran into one of the gang members, and seeing that she was totally unfamiliar with the area, she was sure to encounter problems. She needed more than just a pocket knife as that required close-up combat in order for her defenses to be effective; she needed a fully loaded gun.

As she scouted the area in search for an exit, she also kept an eye out for any forms of ammunition that could have been of good use. The corridors were lit by bright, fluorescent lights which made her act even riskier. Blowing the fuse box would have wasted time and alert the gang members – that was the last thing she wanted to occur. She was now approaching an intersection of corridors, so she slowed the pace, keeping it silent and listened attentively for any forms of human movement. She glanced across to the opposite wall for human shadows. There were none, so she predicted that it was safe to go. She remembered having a peek at the exterior surroundings from outside Neji's room and recognized the path which she and Sakura had come from yesterday.

'If I continue North, I will get out,' she thought. And following her reckoning, she continued north through the building. Tenten beamed when she saw an exit ahead. It looked just like the one she and Sakura were standing at when they were eavesdropping on the gangs' conference. But, before she attempted to move another step, her hopes of escaping were deflated by the cocking of a gun.

"And just where do you think you're going," was the calm and deadly voice of none other than Hyuuga Neji. The gun was kept at about a two meter range away from her head, which meant that Neji was standing approximately three meters away from her.

"Drop the knife," he commanded. Tenten had no other choice, so she obeyed – or at least he thought she did. She let the knife fall, but listening very intently to the displacing air molecules against the knife – the sound of the object as it fell; Tenten was able to catch it when it was approximately two feet away from the ground and dodge a bullet. With a kick, she knocked the gun out of Neji's reach, but he in turn, caught hold of her foot. Tenten launched an intentional aim with her other foot so that he would get a hold of it.

'As I predicted,' she thought when he did.

Then, she swung her body backwards, and made a surprise launch with the knife in her arm, aiming for his thigh, but he seemed to predict her move at the last minute and let go of her left foot to stop her hand. Soon, he had released both her arm and the other leg. She was really swift – he would give her that for sure, but by the way Neji launched his attacks, Tenten did not match his standards.

"This is as far as it goes!" Neji said, pushing her against the wall, not caring of her wound. "I've had enough," he said to her. His face was very close to his, she noticed, but he seemed to have not. She also realized that his legs were between her thighs – an uncomfortable but appealing position for her. So, to prevent any further ado, she made the pain on her back noticed.

"Hyuuga…my wound," she whispered, squinting.

IN THE EVENING

Everything she had seen at the house was still a devastating memory, so clear that it seemed to be right before her eyes. But the way it felt was indescribable. She did not want to believe most of it; she did not want to accept it. Sakura wanted to believe that everything was just a dream, but it was not. But still, it did not feel real. To her, it was an unrealistic reality. She paid no heed to how cold the floor was as she lay on it, lifeless. She could not believe the bloodstains on the walls, still fresh in Tsunade and Kurenai's rooms; on Hiroshi's crib. A tear ran down the corner of her eye. It was too hard to face.

"No, Sakura, it's true. I'm sorry. They're gone," were Jiraya's words when she went to her home, wanting to believe that he had been mistaken, but he was not. Those three bodies were theirs – their dead bodies.

They're gone.

They're gone… Those words echoed in her head.

"SHUT UP!" she screamed at the words and broke into endless sobbing. They only thing she had that was even close to a family, was taken away. What was she supposed to do? There was nothing left…

'No. They will not escape,' she said inwardly. The Uchiha and his ruthless gang would suffer a painful death for claiming the lives of her family – her only family. She closed her eyes and rekindled her thoughts to prevent her from falling into insanity's grasp. 'What would mother do in this situation?' she said mentally as she thought of Tsunade.

"Tsunade, what was your husband like?" Sakura asked curiously as she looked at the photo of the white haired man on the kitchen counter. "Dan…he was the most understanding and generous man I've ever known in my entire forty-five years," Tsunade answered, putting Sakura's coffee on the table. "He cared a lot about his family – they were his first priority," she continued. "Why did you ask, Saki?"

"It's nothing. I can't remember my past; my family, so I can't recall how it feels to lose someone dear," Sakura answered. "I see," Tsunade said.

"It must have been hard to lose the only man in your life," Sakura said with a blank expression.

"When Dan died," Tsunade explained, "Tenten was eighteen. She was going to University at the time. Kurenai was in another state, living with Asuma at the time, so it was just me." Tsunade sat at the table. "When he left, I alone had to face it. No one was there to comfort me. I remembered that every night before we would go to bed, he'd make me promise to him that I'd be strong if anything were to happen to him. It did not seem strange coming from him, after all, he was a Navy Soldier. Of course I had an emotional breakdown. But, that only lasted for a week. I kept in mind, the promise I made to him. For an entire week, I could not manage the Bureau. Danzo and Orochimaru took over temporarily. From that situation, I learnt that sadness is weakness. It prevents people from thinking logically, and I for one could not live like that," Tsunade concluded. She got up from her seat and headed towards the sink to see to the dirty dishes.

"Sakura," she said, turning to face her adopted daughter, "promise me that you too would be strong when you are faced in this position…"

"I promise," Sakura said as she got up from the floor. Yes, Sakura was faced with that situation; the situation where she could not close her eyes, they were wide awake; the situation where the silence was beginning to split her open. She knew that she could not take it in, but giving up was not an option – it could not be; she had more to live for. She had to survive this mishap for Tenten's sake. She needed to keep her promise to Tsunade and keep her sense of purpose. She would slaughter all of Onikage…

"It cannot be; I have more to live for," she said, putting the guns in their respective jackets, and another between her belt which remained concealed under her black jacket.

I HOUR LATER

The drive to Onikage's residential area seemed pretty quick, considering the rate of speed at which she drove. Sakura decided that the need for precautions was not necessary as she was not sparing any lives. So far, she had assassinated every man that had gotten in her way. There was no need to be sneaky because the guards were not given enough time to warn the other gangsters. But when she entered the Uchiha's main compound, where the Uchiha and his friends stayed, she had to worry about the security cameras.

"This is too fucking troublesome!" she said, infuriated, and shot them down after reloading her guns. Of course, she knew that her actions would make her become a tourist attraction, but she did not care at the moment. She figured that she would just have to kill them as they came. And that was precisely what she did. Sakura had not known the Uchiha Compound well, but with the aid of a volunteer at gunpoint, she was able to find the entrance to it. "Where are they?" she asked her hostage when she entered the mansion.

"At this time, they gather at the Assembly Suite," the man said in a shaky tone.

"Lead the way," Sakura commanded.

The man took her to a richly carven, wooden door. "What is your name?" she demanded.

"Daisuke," he answered immediately.

"Well, Daisuke, thank you for your services," Sakura said coolly before pulling the trigger.

Sakura pressed her ears to the door and listened.

"Mr. Uchiha, there's an intruder in the residential area," someone informed and taking that as her cue, Sakura busted through the door, wasting no time on aiming her guns at the fugitives: one directly at Sasuke and the other at a random guy with Sasuke's resemblance. Sai's eyes widened.

"If you make a move or disobey my orders, I will not hesitate to pull this trigger," Sakura told them, referring to the gun she was aiming at Sasuke. Everyone stood still.

"Where's Tenten?" she enquired.

Neji was the one to answer. "Alive and under high security."

"I want to see her," she told Sasuke.

"Neji, get the agent," Sasuke instructed. At this, Neji left the room. Sakura waited in silence, keeping her guard up. She liked the fact that she had the advantage now, but did not let herself get too infatuated with it. She did not want to repeat the mistake of losing her focus.

Shortly, Neji returned with Tenten.

"Sakura you're so stupid!" Tenten screamed at her, "You should have told Tsunade! She's not gonna for-" "SHUT UP TENTEN!" Sakura cut her off angrily, not letting her aim stray from Sasuke.

"Why?!" Tenten questioned angrily.

"There is no Tsunade! There is no Kurenai and there is NO HIROSHI! THEY'RE GONE!" Sakura yelled at her sister who had instantly become silent.

"Who…who?" Tenten struggled to ask as tears welled up in her eyes.

Sakura's gaze was now strongly fixed upon the Uchiha.

"Me?" he asked, sounding slightly surprise.

"I couldn't think of anyone better," Sakura replied coldly.

"That's stupid! Teme wouldn't do that! He's not stup-" "It's alright, Naruto," Sasuke cut him off, giving his other gangster friends an 'I-have-everything-under-control' look.

"I can explain everything, just put the gun down and we'll discuss it like civilized people," Sasuke told Sakura calmly.

"How can you call yourself civilized when you're the one that murdered my family?!" Sakura questioned, gritting her teeth.

"Hn, you're so annoying, Sakura Uchiha…"

Yep, so that's the end of Chapter four. Thanks to ALL of my reviewers including Garib. Thank you for reading my story, Garib. It means a lot.

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NEXT CHAP: Tue. 7th April 2009

AND: The gunpowder idea from the previous chapter is real. I read about it in a newspaper article recently.

--Izzie.