Author's Note:Happy late Valentine's Day! Fun note: I actually started A.S. on this very same holiday a couple years back. And I did not expect the length or plot this story has taken at allll. Again, I am sorry this is so late. I am hoping to update a LOT more this summer (only one summer class this time!) Unless I get the new job that I am hoping for (fingers crossed). But if I get this job, my free time to write will really open up for me. So it's a win-win for this story either way.

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Chapter 30: A Very Dangerous Game

Sasuke hated Kaguya's sand dimension even more than he disliked the desert that covered the vast majority of the Land of Wind. This dimension was forever hot despite that the dimension's otherworldly moon hung low in the dark horizon, a massive orb of blinding white that mirrored the Earth's moon in exact replica. Sasuke had always felt like the illusion was a reminder of the Otsusuki people, and that Kaguya had designed this dimension to display something that reminded her of home. To Sasuke, the dimension moons eerily reminded him of Kaguya's pupil-less irises, always watching the spaces that existed between nothing.

Glaring at it in paranoid response, Sasuke, deprived of chakra now, walked toward it slowly and determinedly as a challenge. He would show her exactly how her dimensions were now his domains. The Uchiha decided he would walk freely here because he couldn't do as he pleased his own world. He wanted to scream curses at that eye-like globe, demanding the Otsusuki show up and take him on now in his weakened state.

"Come on!" he screamed. "All of you! What are you waiting for? Let's get this over with! I will find you all eventually!" He wanted it done. He wanted this over. He wanted to have a life despite his promise to be the worlds' sacrifice for peace.

As if to taunt him, Sasuke's shuffling feet snagged over something in the sand, and he glanced down at his feet in surprise. A ninja's vest, half-burnt away from acid, displayed itself like a green bearing flag left behind by those who had explored a barren planet. Even though Sasuke had been the only human to ever walk here, Sakura's old vest that Sasuke had used as a teleport connection between dimensions back when he had been trapped here, always served as a call to his more current jumps. In other words, every time Sasuke had come here over the past couple of years, no matter where he opened the portal, he would always land within a few feet of it.

In the past, he had thought of removing it because it was a painful reminder in many ways. But as he returned consistently to the same spot, Sasuke began to theorize that it had something to do with his ability to travel here. At first, Sasuke believed it was because during teleportation, his path crisscrossed into a connection that had already been created and used before—this was the most likely explanation; his chakra simply wasn't strong enough to rip a new tear in the fabric of space and time. But as he looked at it now, Sasuke wondered if there was more to it than that. Did emotions tie him to this piece of fabric? And because Sakura's friends always existed somewhere in the back of his mind, did his chakra seek it out as something familiar to secure itself to before flinging him through the vacuum of nothingness?

Sasuke glared back at the moon in hatred, wondering too, if it could be just a sick part of Kaguya's illusions, knowing that the vest had in the past and always, always would continue to stop the Uchiha in his tracks. A temptation reminding him of a different life, one that would cause him to ignore the Otsusuki. Kaguya would want that.

He sat down beside it despite how much he wanted to turn and walk away from it as he always had. This time, he let it be his beacon out of the void, drawing some sort of strength from it in his chakra-deprived state. The whole point of being this exhausted was to avoid thinking of her, but the tattered shinobi vest always pricked him with guilt, especially now when he had left her alone in Sunagakure despite his promises of partnership. It was as if the green material had a voice of its own, saying "See how far she would go for you?" And Sasuke, keeping his thoughts private from the ever-watching rock above, would think to himself "I am doing this for her, too. She will understand eventually. She will accept just how far I am willing to go for this peace we both envision. We have the same goal."

As Sasuke thought these thoughts again, Sasuke accepted that if they couldn't be united in love, then at the very least, they would be united in the same goal, the same vision of happiness. It comforted him ever so slightly.

He sighed as he fingered the chakra pills at his waist, guilt invading his chest and suffocating him. How could he tell her his true feelings and make her accept what he was willing to accept? How could he satisfy the both of them and do the least damage?

Sasuke exhaled and leaned back in the sand once more to sleep, sweat beading across his brow in the high temperature. He turned on his side and faced the vest in exhaustion, pretending it was her—pretending to be satisfied with this small piece of the woman he loved and would ever allow himself to dream this close to.

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The blackness pervaded all of Sakura's senses as soon as her feet hit the ground opposite the giant hole she had just created in the sand. She blinked hard, hearing the cursing and alarmed proclamations of those she had attacked. The darkness was like a leaden mist before her eyes and Sakura instinctively created the sign of "release" for genjutsu. And whether it was from her lack of chakra, or because this was a ninjutsu, Sakura's attempts yielded zero results. The blackness remained and blinded her past several inches in front of her face. When she heard Isao's shout for her, she had no choice but to dart forward blindly, determined to reach him before someone else did.

"Let go of me!" the child screamed, his pursuer unfortunately catching up with him. Sakura navigated through the pillars of sand-dripping earth that now projected themselves in the air around her. With hands outstretched, she cursed herself. The blow had meant to disorient her opponents and it had, but this damn thickening darkness made it difficult to move forward through the landscape of her own destruction. Thankfully, the waterfalling crumble of sand masked her rushed footfalls.

The kunoichi drew upon her chakra once more, but it came as slowly as before, the medicine still lingering in her system with its toxic chakra clotting effects. Sakura moved hurriedly ahead, hoping that she wasn't the only one choked with darkness.

Isao's curses came and Sakura finally rounded a huge boulder to find herself facing the back of the thug's head. He had his massive hands around the child's throat, weapon tossed aside in favor of a crueler death to the victim that had caused him so much trouble. Despite his struggle for his life, Isao made eye contact with her the moment they were close enough to see each other. His attacker saw recognition register in the boy's eyes and spun to face her. But it was too late. Sakura's kunai was slicing the gray flesh of his throat before he even had time to see her, a final blow that had been delayed from earlier, but determined by fate to be his cause of death. The brutish ninja dropped to the ground instantly and Sakura justified the blood that pooled freely at her feet by remembering his cruel actions to the child that struggled to catch his breath before her.

Sakura picked up the abandoned weapon, the weight unfamiliar in her hands. The sound of the man's death had betrayed her position, and the footsteps of his companions crunched closer to her location. Terrified, Sakura clutched the child, pushing him behind the jagged column of rock behind her.

"Isao," she pleaded in a whisper. "You have to make a run for it."

"I won't leave you," he declared, determined to fight to his death for her.

"The only thing you can do for me now is to go get help," she said honestly. It was a half-truth. There were only a few realities before them, and Isao making it back to the village and bringing help was not likely due to how much time it would take. But Sakura was desperate to remove the brave child from the scenario. She cared too much to let him sacrifice himself for her.

"Miss—" he protested, but Sakura propelled him forward in the blinding darkness, an enemy's footsteps rounding the earth that cloaked him. It was too late to argue, and Sakura turned to face the phantom-man who stepped toward her in visibility, shadows curling around him as he cleared a path through the inky mist.

Sakura faced him squarely, taking a defensive stance and raising the wicked katana with her sharper green eyes, sending a stare to him along the metal's surface. The shadow-wielding ninja smirked and the rest of his crew appeared beside him.

"Go!" she screamed in final command at the child whose feet took off into the black at her back.

Sakura brandished the sword in confident threat at her attackers, herself serving as the shield between herself and Isao; they wouldn't move an inch in pursuit of his direction if she had anything to do with it. Sakura had never wielded a sword before, but in the absence of chakra, she would become a master at it in this moment. Sakura was a kunoichi, a medic, a chakra control master, the pupil of a legendary Sanin, a rising legend herself, and today, she would add something else to her list. Scratch that. She would two things tonight: she would eradicate this new movement of anti-peace revolutionaries, and she would do it at disadvantage with the weapon of her enemy.

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As Isao ran, he clutched his side in pain, a sharp stab in his waist. The man who Sakura had killed moments before must have broken one of his ribs as he crushed Isao to the ground. At first, the young ninja pitched forward in blackness, half-debating to turn back to help the pink-haired ninja. But Isao knew the truth. He had been foolish to pursue her and her kidnappers alone and he cursed himself for his rash decisions in his fear of losing sight of them; he should have told someone else even if he lost their trail. Any of them, anyone at all would have been better help to Miss Haruno than he had been.

Isao's bravery amounted to nothing and it was evident in every piercing word from the medic kunoichi: The only thing you can do for me now is to go get help … Isao let the command fuel him forward despite the pain, until the night faded into morning hours later and the mighty walls of the Sand Village came into view.

He didn't know how much time had passed and he didn't wait to scream for help. The Kazekage was not in the village—he had overheard that much. Neither was the teammate that traveled with Miss Haruno. He yelled the only name he could think of, the name his heart still cried out to despite how much he hated him. The roaring sand shrouded his cries, and the prison walls would buffer it completely, but Isao begged to the air, shouting over and over, "FATHER! HELP ME!"

. . . . . . . .

The taste of the chakra pill was bitter, smoky and acrid. The Uchiha almost gagged trying to swallow it down, and he silently confirmed that Sai had been right—although Sasuke hated to agree with anything his entitled replacement said. What had he called them? Mudballs? Despite the accurate term, Sasuke feared his kunoichi companion more than he hated the taste, so he would keep the complaint to himself.

The pill pooled in his stomach and Sasuke took a breath, focusing on the ignition starting in his core. The rush of power was exhilarating as it topped off his chakra supply, overflowing visibly in a blue-purple halo around him. It sizzled along his skin and Sasuke grinned wickedly as a spiraling vortex appeared before him, much larger than any he had been able to create on his own before.

This was it! It was working! He pushed beyond the core dimension easily, his ready supply of chakra speedily fueling the tunnel between the void, but it ate and ate away at his energy and the color disappeared from his skin. Running off his own meager supply now, Sasuke exhaled and grinded his teeth in concentration. Finally, the connection was made and Sasuke threw himself through it.

He landed roughly, skidding to a halt, and he was ironically thankful for once for the Land of Wind's high volume of sand. Sasuke found himself smirking up at the lightening sky as he recovered, because this was his first victory in a long struggle of jumping dimensions. To the Uchiha, it was proof that he was doing exactly what he was meant to do: beat Kaguya and the Otsusuki clan at their own game in their own territory. Giddy in his success, Sasuke used the last of his dwindling energy to rise to his feet, his thoughts immediately turning to the woman who had helped make this all possible—he hadn't achieved this on his own; Sakura deserved the credit. And it was the first time that Sasuke could admit that he needed someone else's help in his goal.

The dark walls of Sunagakure cut the bright morning horizon in half and Sasuke's gut twisted in a combination of emptiness and guilt at the thought of returning to Sunagakure to face his friend after their… kiss. Sasuke was torn between finding her immediately to tell her that their plan had worked, pretending the kiss never happened in typical Uchiha fashion. But the time he had stolen away from her "to think" brought him to only one conclusion: he needed to apologize—again—and at least explain why. He had made her a promise to be a partner that depended on each other, and here Sakura was continuing to keep that promise, while Sasuke stole moments of happiness and bailed when he had to face the consequences. Suddenly remembering their sunset conversation the last time he had returned after leaving, Sasuke felt a fresh stab to his consciousness as he recalled her statement: "a part of partnership is communication."

Sasuke slowly made his way toward the village gates. When he passed through the canyon-like entrance, people greeted him with "good mornings" while others stared openly at him. Their gazes were a little different, warmer, and Sasuke wondered if his teammate's influence in the hospital had something to do with his newreception in Sunagakure now.

Feeling even more ashamed, Sasuke resolved himself for his female companion's wrath and made a straight line for the hospital.

When he entered the hospital's double doors, Sasuke came upon a scene that made his stomach drop into his feet. Kankuro, who was haggard from exhaustion, and had apparently returned sometime in the night, was fisting the collar of a hospital staff member.

"What do you mean they're not here?" he bristled. "If she's not in her rooms, then she should be here. Where's Mako? Where's the kid?"

"I don't know sir," came the panicked response from the employee, terrified to be facing the Kazekage's right-hand man. "I'm sure they're in the village somewhere."

Hearing those words had Sasuke acting before thinking and the Uchiha rushed forward to fist the shirt of the same medic. "Are you talking about Sakura?" His eyes darted between the both of them and Kankuro's grip released from the startled staff's shirt in the same moment he shoved Sasuke's own hand away.

"Where the hell have you been?" Kankuro accused icily, and a fire Sasuke didn't even know he had left in him, surged from his throat in anger.

"What the hell is happening?" he demanded, taking another step toward the puppet wielder.

Kankuro pinched his nose in frustration, then beheld him in shock. "You mean Sakura isn't with you?"

Sasuke eyes widened in immediate response, an answer refusing to form on his lips. Instead, he shouted, "You don't know where she is?!"

Kankuro frowned deeper at his sudden animosity. "She hasn't been seen since yesterday morning," he explained quickly. "The innkeeper said she never came back to the inn. Mako, another medic, and Sakura's young patient are missing too."

Sasuke didn't wait for any further explanation before he began sprinting up the stairs to the second floor of the hospital, the filter for his behavior now completely removed. Let everyone think what they want! That bastard! When Sasuke got ahold of Mako, he wasn't sure what he would do.Sasuke's feet were unusually heavy and his breath labored as he continued climbing to the third floor toward the medicine preparation room they had occupied together only recently.

"Sakura?!" He kicked open the door and furiously searched the vacant room with his eyes. After seeing no one, Sasuke stared at the empty couch where they had sat so close to one another the night before last. As if his memory of her there could recall her, Sasuke gazed openly at it, breathing hard.

Having followed the Uchiha, Kankuro appeared in the door behind him. "We've already checked the hospital. She isn't here. We need to check the rest of the village, quickly!"

She couldn't be missing. Was she really with that assistant of hers or that child? Were they off somewhere else doing something medical, or were they truly missing? Shit. Shit. Shit.

He turned on Kankuro in his unnerved rage. Sasuke wanted to demand where they had been, he and the Kazekage, but Sasuke remembered that Sakura had told him that they were investigating trouble near the border. He cursed himself again for being selfish and leaving her here alone.

As if reading his thoughts, Kankuro explained, "I was sent back by the Kazekage in the night. He is handling a situation regarding the ninja Sakura said ambushed you both in Tanigakure. The incidents were apparently related."

"What do you mean?" Sasuke suddenly asked, a deep and cutting sensation coming over Sasuke that he hadn't felt in a very, very long time: fear.

Kankuro looked down and away from him, debating on how much to reveal. "With some unmentionable methods, we were finally able to find out who their target was," he finally informed with a sigh. His eyes rose to meet Sasuke's and the Uchiha saw the same raw fear mirrored in Kankuro's eyes. "It's Sakura."

At the very moment that Sasuke's knees felt like collapsing beneath his weight, the same staff member that the two ninja had threatened seconds before, came running into the room, panting heavily from having hiked the floors.

"Come quickly," he urged between breaths, turning immediately to run back down the steps. "Isao has returned."

Kankuro made eye contact with the Uchiha before they both bolted back down the stairs, taking two and three steps at time. Sasuke cursed his lack of chakra that kept him from just teleporting downstairs.

Sitting in a chair, the child clutched his side. Sasuke noticed that he kept trying to rise, but the staff held him down as they tried to bandage a wound on his arm. Deep purple finger marks circled around the child's neck like a collar.

"Not me! Her! Go find her, please!" he shouted as he struggled against them.

"Calm down boy," a woman medic urged. "We have to staunch the flow of blood from your arm." The child looked at his wound as if he didn't even know it had been there.

When Isao caught sight of Sasuke and Kankuro, he started to cry. "HELP! Please help!" he shouted, and they quickly moved to hover over the child. Kankuro suddenly kneeled before him, taking the gauze from the medic and wrapped the child's arm himself as he questioned.

"Speak kid," Kankuro urged, "What is going on?"

"Miss Haruno," he choked between tears. "She's still out there! Please, we have to go!"

Before Kankuro could ask the child why, Sasuke did something appalling, an act that Sakura would be disappointed in him for. His sharingan flashed bright, soaking up the last of his chakra like a sponge, and he caught the panicked child's stare in his own crimson and purple one.

Just as he had to Isao's father, Sasuke stepped into the child's memories. Isao's recollections were almost too overwhelming for Sasuke to handle at the moment, each image dripping with the fear in which young ones saw the ninja world. There was also bravery in them and familial concern for the pink-haired kunoichi. Sasuke skipped through the memories like speeding up a film, an act that made his head throb in pain. He didn't care about his own state at the moment though, seeking the green-eyed face of the woman he had come to love.

There. Isao's most recent memory Sakura was of her telling him "to go get help." Sasuke didn't have time to go back further and he let the memories play out from that point, mapping the child's nighttime desert sprint, hours long, from the empty desert back to the gates of the village.

Not needing to explore the child's mind further, he released Isao and they both gasped. Sasuke clutched his eye, ignoring the angry glare on Kankuro's face. He didn't care about Kankuro's morals or even the child's shocked state at that moment. There was only one thing he cared about. He would let the child explain the details to Kankuro; Sasuke didn't have the time to explain things to Kankuro. Instead, the Uchiha did the unthinkable, playing the very dangerous game of popping another chakra pill into his mouth as he sprinted out the hospital doors.