A/N: An another! *Breaks a piece of glass*

You saw nothing.

Sakura awoke in the darkness. As many of her dreams ended in bloodshed, there was a difference in the light. It reflected across cream walls from one side of the room rather than every direction. Her nightmares started teaching the young medic what was real or not. Sakura wasn't sure if waking every night in a cold sweat would change any time soon. Sitting up slowly she found no restraints holding her back. Rather surprised this time around about the lack of bondage Sakura crawled off the futon standing slowly. She was hesitant while stepped across the room towards the door with yellow light coming from under it; she wasn't sure if there would be any small tables in her way. Successfully standing in front of it a hand slid it to the right. Peaking out into the brightly lit hall with cream walls and dark mahogany for décor along the base, Sakura stepped out closing the door behind her.

It was odd. Her surroundings felt familiar, but didn't look like any building she had seen in Konoha. Furthermore, why was she not in the apartment or the hospital room? Leaning back against a side of the door made of wood and not paper Sakura thought back to the last time she was conscious. When she awoke last time there had been an intruder. Not just any intruder to wake her only an Uchiha. Those eyes…

She shuddered thinking of Sasuke's crazed expression and cackle when he stabbed her. The sharigan was a deadly weapon. One she knew hardly anything about in her time during the war. Sighing at the predicament she found herself in Sakura decided exploring her confinement was better. Taking a left the pink-haired girl quietly followed the small turns of the hall coming to a stop at a dead end. Her irritation was short lived when a door to her right opened abruptly.

Emerald met onyx. Not just any onyx steadily darkening with no outward emotion. But older unhinged onyx piecing Sakura back together then taring her apart in the next second. She didn't know much about Sasuke's parents except there names and how they died. Looking at the Patriarch who loomed in the doorway with no intention to move Sakura felt her blood run cold. A step was taken back ready to flee the scene. As if anticipating this, Fugaku's cold gaze narrowed before sweeping by the kunoichi without a backwards glance. When he brushed passed, she could feel the dark aura hugging the whole of his body like a second skin. Chakra seeped into the floor imprinting each footstep receding with its owner. If death had been an actual person Fugaku came close.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry about that."

Sakura's head whipped towards the voice. It came from inside the room that was dimly lit by one lamp. The woman, Sasuke's mother Sakura realized, set next to it. She turned with a weak smile. A welt had decorated one side of the Patriarch's face coupled with small bruises along her neck. Faintly dimming the light Mikoto stood, walking towards the open door only stopping when she stood in front of Sakura, who in turn was ready to shit bricks.

"He can be a little abrasive at times. Fugaku is not used to having guest over."

Sakura heard Mikoto's explanation but couldn't look away from the hand print on her face. There nothing to say about how she felt living in this time. It opened Sakura's eyes to Sasuke's family life as a child. Noticing Mikoto's lack of movement Sakura looked away. Those eyes, just like Sasuke's, had caught her.

"Keep it to yourself."

Another threat added to the list Sakura nodded. A soft glow of green enclosed Mikoto's hand. In the next moment the bruises were gone. Unable to say anything about what happened Sakura turned again ready to leave. Emerald eyes were wide not accustomed to seeing a relationship like that.

"I'll show you to the dining room. Dinner's ready so I hope you are hungry. "

A cue to follow the older woman Sakura did without complaint. Head down looking at the ground, she only looked up when they entered the dining room. Sitting around a table were familiar faces. One Sakura could not look in the eyes when his young face sported a frown. Fugaku set at the head of the table, stern, and uninterested in the others around him. Sakura's gaze turned to the sitting back of Uchiha Itachi, who was eating quietly. If there were a time to think this situation was not real it would be now. The soon-to-be clan murderer was enjoying a meal not that far from her. Her gaze snapped to the matriarch taking a seat on Fugaku's right. Her gaze met Sakura expectant.

Gulping down many of the nerves telling her to run Sakura took a seat next to Itachi. Momentarily celebrating the view of which Fugaku could not see her Sakura grabbed a pair of chopsticks. Reaching for a bed of rice on her plate the small act ended in an instant. A kunai embedded itself in the very place her hand should have been if Sakura hadn't moved it out of the way in time. Wide eyes looked up to see who threw it only to instantly look away. Fugaku's sharigan was burning the side of her face.

"Are you a spy for the Hokage?"

"Fugaku!"

Rather than answer Sakura kept quiet when Mikoto glared at her husband. She was always obedient but wouldn't tolerate weapons at the table. Sasuke on the other side was fidgeting in his seat. He stopped eating the moment Itachi's house guest walked in the room. Itachi's form was relaxed, though his lips were pulled in a fine line. Sakura peaked at the matriarch who came to her rescue.

" I will have my answer."

"Can it not wait until after dinner?"

"As the Patriarch of the Uchiha Clan, it is my duty to question every outsider." Suddenly, the small confidence radiating from Mikoto blew out from that one comment. She shrunk in place when a glare from Fugaku found its way on her side of the table. Sasuke immediately looked down.

"Do you not agree with my methods?"

" I do."

Her voice wavered above a whisper. Nothing about the situation was right when Fugaku stared for another moment then looked away. He continued to eat when no one else did.

"We will speak about your insubordination later."

It was a promise of more to come. More in which Sakura wasn't sure she wanted to be in the house for. Itachi set still before following after his father. He kept eating ignoring what happened. Hesitant with a small look towards the Patriarch the kunai was removed from the broken plate. Split in half, with curry spilling over its sides, she started to stand until a hand caught her wrist under the table. Following the appendage, it belonged to Itachi, he was looking from the corner of his eye, warning Sakura not to move. Reading the expression well enough, she stayed.

A/N: I bet you can tell I do not like Fugaku. Like at all.

Sorry kiddies.

Also, I know it isn't longer but I felt it was a good ending. I will 'try' on the next chapter.

-NuteWelt01