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(Re-edited, Re-written, 4-2-06)

Chapter Four: Lost within Myself

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Running through the Uchiha district Sakura found herself slowly losing touch with reality.

Observing her surroundings Sakura realized that the night was unseasonably hazy causing the moon to be barely visible.

Sakura had no idea why she was running, and the Uchiha district of all places. No, wait, she did know. "That song..." A sober melody drifted through the air, almost blending in with the night itself.

"Sasuke used to play that...on his flute." Sakura subconsciously followed the tune, bringing herself further into the depths of the Uchiha complex.

"Where am I?" Sakura asked herself, even though she was well aware of the answer. She had lived in Konoha all of her life, and yet Sakura had never been to such a dreary place behind the village's walls.

Slowing down a bit Sakura soon realized that the music had come to a halt and looked around as if she had been under some sort of trance.

"Of all the places to run to at 3 am, it had to be a cemetery." Tightening her windbreaker Sakura maneuvered her way around an endless maze of graves, all with the sur-name Uchiha. "Sasuke, this was his family..."

Then the melody started again. "Hello?" Sakura shouted into the oblivion. A few minutes passed by with no response. Sakura was about to give up and walk back home when she noticed something. A dim, almost unnoticeable light coming from one of the larger headstones.

Without even thinking Sakura ran over to the light, which she soon found out was being given off by a candle. And it was scented Vanilla too.

"That's weird." Sakura leant down and observed the candle, and soon identified the grave it was placed in front of.

"Uchiha Fugaku and Uchiha Mikoto. Wait, I know them. They are his parents. Which can only mean..."

Sakura got up and looked around. She was positive he was here. No, wait, he was here, she just knew it.

"Sasuke! Sasuke it's me! Sakura! Please, come back!" Sakura ran a few yards and looked around. "Please, Sasuke, I..." She hesitated for a minute, not sure if she wanted to throw the 'I love you' phrase into the sentence.

Sakura looked around. No-one was in the cemetery,well no-one but herself. Sakura sighed, knowing she was just making herself sick again. And it could be debatable that she was developing mild schizophrenia, thus she convinced herself that she was hearing the flute.

Collapsing to the ground Sakura clenched her knees tightly, trembling on the verge of tears. She looked back up at Sasuke's parent's gravestones and struggled to read the inscription with her teary eyes.

"(2)Tu fui, ego eris?" Latin. Sakura's mind shifted back to the peasant girl for a moment, but her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the same melancholy song that had been taunting her for the past hour or so.

Turning around slowly Sakura's mind raced with adrenaline as she soon came face to face with a tall, prominent young woman. In her left hand wielded a flute. Wait, not any flute, his flute.

"Who are you!" Sakura asked viciously, trying to piece together the events that had unfolded.

"What you are, I was, and what I am, you will be." The woman answered coldly as she kept her clear eyes fixated on Sakura; as if she was peering into her soul.

"What the hell?" Sakura clenched her hands together tightly, not in the mood for this cryptic 'shit'.

"I translated the inscription on the grave for you." The woman now pulled the flute back up to her lips, and continued to play the tune Sakura once listened to long ago.

Sakura nodded slightly and looked up at the woman. Her mind was racing, "You know where Sasuke is, don't you?"She just had to know. There were too many coincidences. The song, the gravestone, everything.

The woman stopped playing the flute and put it down to her side. "Sakura dear, are you so lost in grief that you are resorting to making up stories? Tch tch, I'd expected better from you."

Something caught Sakura off guard. 'Wait a second, what did she just call me?' Sakura looked up at the woman, more determined than ever. "What do you want from me?"

"I particularly don't want anything from you, I'm just here to deliver a message." The woman's clear eyes wandered for a second, but soon focused back on Sakura.

"Tell me!"

Pausing for a moment, the woman raised the flute up to her shimmering lips.

"No. How about I show you?"

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Hoc natura est insitum, ut quem timueris, hunc semper oderis."

Huh?

Sasuke stopped playing his flute and looked up, annoyed at the soft, yet confident voice that had interrupted his song.

Oh, it's her.

It was the frail, skeletal girl who seemed to be drowning in her own clothes. Sasuke had observed her around Oto before, wondering what the sickly girl could possibly do in Orochimaru's organization. He'd figured she was an experiment of some sort, and a failed one at that.

"What did you just say?"

The girl smirked, and stepped closer towards him. "It's an innate thing to always hate the one we've learnt to fear."

Her wide blue orbs scanned his features, but settled on the small flute clenched in his left hand.

"I like your song. It's sad." The girl looked down towards the ground, digging her discolored nails into her thighs. Bringing her head back up she revealed a contradicting smile. Sasuke was beginning to get the feeling she was one of Oto's many schizos.

"Shouldn't you be training?" Sasuke wanted her to go away. And fast.

"For what?" Her innocent, naive eyes burned through Sasuke's heart and soul. He just couldn't figure out why a girl like her was in Orochimaru's grasp. She could posses some rare bloodline limit. Though if she did posses some powerful kekkei genaki he would expect his sensei to inform him about it.

Then again if his sensei really had enough time for him then he wouldn't be sitting around playing the flute all day, would he?

"I would assume you are a sound-nin. This isn't a village full of civilians like Konoha." The girl let out a perplexed expression, shifting back a bit.

"You mean a ninja? Nawh, I'm took sickly to do that. Besides, my dad said fighting is too dangerous."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. "How so?"

The girl let out a childish giggle. "Oh no, not for me, but for the person I'd be fighting."

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A/N:

I combined this with Chapter 5 and removed the Interlude. (Part of my re-writing this story plan) Any suggestions or constructive criticism PM me.