Hello everyone...and to those who have been reading my other story...my apologies...anyway! For this story, it just came out of thin air and I liked it so I rolled with it. Simple as that! I would like critism, but please be...what's the word...mature? errr whatever you know what I'm saying. Just don't crush my little fragile heart.

As soon as Sakura opened her emerald green eyes, her body stiffened, and she instantly knew something was wrong.

It was the effect of a mission she was sent on by Tsunade-shisou. She was told that a man was selling children ad women in slave trafficking, and she was to stop it. She was never told the man had former ninja training, and she got careless. She took the place as one of the woman and got close to him. When she was sent in in order to...entertain him-as the man took liberty to train the them before being sold- she expected a quick injection to the neck vein would be the end of it, only to have the man inject her instead. She not only lost her innocence that day, but took a beating: physically and emotionally. For her rookie mistake, the job was twice as hard, and as she came home for her physical (something all ninja coming back form mission were ordered to do seeing as prideful ninjas felt that a hole in their stomach was a mere flesh wound) Tsuande-shisou, putting the pieces together, took pity. It was a "vacation" she said. She planned to give it to her anyway, but might as well start then. It was better off to continue to work at the hospital...it took her mind off things rather than have it run around in her head like a broken record. She trained her ass off after that. Her body knew how to respond to things...like kidnap, which was what she thought was happening now.

The hard floor that had a hint of moistness that soaked into her clothes definitely wasn't her bed. The stench of death, blood, and gore certainly wasn't the freshener she brought from the grocery store. Sakura tensed her muscles. She wasn't tied down, which she found odd. Her strength was legendary along with her master's, so everyone knew that when capturing her, thick chakra ropes were necessary. No one would make such a fatal mistake.

She sent out her chakra for caution...only to pull back hastily in panic.

'What is going on?' she yelled in her head.

Something was wrong. Very wrong. She could feel it in her bones. There were spots-holes-in her detection. For the first, time in a long time Sakura felt raw fear. It was like something was there but wasn't alive, which should be impossible! Anything living should have chakra, if it didn't...it shouldn't have been noticed in such a way.

The feeling sent a chill down her spine.

'Well, sitting here isn't going to get me any answers'

Not detecting anyone, yet still wary of the chilling feeling from before, Sakura carefully sat up. A sharp crack sounded from her back, and she grunted from both pleasure and pain.

'First comes first, where am I?'

There was a small window in the wooden room she was located in, but her body was now stuck in sitting position. She felt oddly lethargic and drained, which were symptoms of...she scanned her body of her chakra, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion to her almost dangerously low chakra levels. It had been awhile since she suffered from chakra exhaustion; she almost forgot the feeling. Multiple years being a healer, she knew of the consequences of pushing something so essential, and she had a feeling she would need it...wherever the hell she was, so she carefully laid back down, and prayed for Kami to watch over her