Sharp Edges
The sound of her heart thudding wildly in her chest seemed so loud to Sakura, she was surprised it wasn't echoing off the walls.
'He's not supposed to be here,' her inner screamed at her. 'The source said they should have moved on two days ago.'
However, Sakura had already confirmed that this was no genjutsu and though he had changed, Sasuke Uchiha really was standing in front of her. In the years since she had last seen him, he had grown taller, the muscles were more defined, and the boyish features had become sharper and more masculine. If she was not in such a dangerous predicament, she would be swooning over those sharp features- how they had made the handsome boy she had known even more attractive.
As it was, she was more concerned about the sharp edge of the kunai pressed against her throat.
"Why are you here?" he demanded.
'That's what I should be asking you!' she wanted to scream at him, but she held herself in check. This was, after all, part of her mission and to give away any information to an enemy ninja, even if it was Sasuke, would be to betray the village. Stubbornly, she scowled at her former teammate and said nothing.
Sasuke returned a scowl of his own and pressed the kunai closer to her throat. Sakura's eyes widened and a bead of sweat ran from her temple, down her cheek and dropped to the floor. Feeling that his point had been made, Sasuke tried again. "I suggest you cooperate."
Sakura chewed the inside of her cheek, trying to gauge what she could and couldn't say with the best chance of survival yet without compromising the village. Eventually, she settled for confirming what she could reasonably assume he already knew. "I had a mission to infiltrate this base."
Although he had suspected as much, he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "They sent you? That was stupid. If they knew this was a sound base, there was always a chance I would be here."
Sakura opened her mouth and closed it again. It wouldn't do any good to say that they had information that he had been there but had moved on. It would compromise their source. However, Sasuke had seen the movement and was waiting for her to speak. She had little choice but to say something. "That's why I used a transformation jutsu."
She was surprised when he pulled the kunai away with a snort. She felt a droplet run down her throat where the sharp blade had nicked her skin. Sasuke returned the weapon to his pouch, levelling her with a look that questioned her intelligence. "You really thought that would work? That I wouldn't recognise your chakra?"
When he put it like that, it really did seem stupid. Konoha could have sent anyone but they sent her. Even if they had been told he wasn't supposed to be there, their source was a former sound nin- hardly the most reliable. She looked at the floor, biting her lower lip so hard that she drew blood.
Suddenly a hand closed around her throat, forcing her face up. She gazed into his onyx eyes that looked more troubled than malicious. "We move out tomorrow," he told her.
"We?" she choked out and the hand relieved some pressure but remained on her neck.
Sasuke smirked. "Of course. You're too valuable a prisoner to leave behind." With that, he dropped his hand and walked away, leaving Sakura alone.
'Prisoner,' she thought despairingly. She felt as though that sharp kunai had been embedded in her gut.