Madara met the two teams at the border between Wind and Fire, they would be ready to go at Itachi's signal. He was looking through one of the folders he had grabbed from Sasori's apartment when Shisui pulled up looking grim.
"Anything new?" Madara asked the younger Uchiha.
"Yea, Itachi asked me to call Tsunade Senju about a file we found at Sasori's apartment. It was titled the Amoeba of Madness. Get this, it is a parasite that attacks the brain, it eats your brain away. Tsunade said if Sasori had learned how to control it, it was bad, really bad." Shisui told him.
"It eats your brain? What did she mean control it?" Madara asked him.
"Direct it I'm guessing to different parts of your brain, like the hippocampus, memory. Itachi said something about how he wants to erase her memory."
"So it affects the hippocampus, where events and facts are stored in your brain?" Madara said.
"I don't really know how it works. She is so pissed that Sakura got kidnapped, she blames us" Shisui told him
"We will get her back."
"She called her cousins Madara. They are on their way here as we speak." Shisui informed him reluctantly
"Hashirama. Damn it Shisui! You should have told her not to involve them! This is an Uchiha matter!" Madara was furious.
"You think I didn't try, you think that crazy bat shit woman would listen to a damn thing I said when I had just told her, her apprentice that is like a daughter to her is missing, kidnapped by some art crazy serial killer?" Shisui protested, the last few weeks of stress breaking through in the strain of his voice.
"Look, I know this is an Uchiha matter, I know he is doing this to get back at us as well as getting Sakura, but shouldn't we accept all the help we can get?" Shisui tried to reason with the clan head.
"Yes." Was all that Madara said.
Shisui nodded. He knew they had been rivals, that the Senju and the Uchiha had been at war since the times of their father's father's, but this was Sakura, both families had lost someone precious to them, they could work together this once to get her back.
Shisui pulled out his phone and texted Itachi: Senju reinforcements are on the way. Tsunade called in her cousins to help get Sakura back. She confirmed your worst fears, it is a memory erasing drug.
Itachi pulled out his phone. "Shit."
He had been hoping he was wrong, but as usual, he was right. The Senju huh? He would take whatever help he could, this was no time to argue over ancient feuds, he had never liked that the clans had been at war for so long anyway.
They had a days trek ahead of them, Madara had let him know the two back up teams were waiting for his signal at the border, the Senju would be there soon with their own special team. He was looking forward to seeing Tobirama again the white haired asshole.
A grin broke out on Itachi's face. Yeah, Tobirama was a real asshole, but his team, like Itachi's, never failed. If only they could get over this hate, the Uchiha and the Senju would make great allies.
Tsunade threw her purse down on the lab table in the Senju mansion. She had to make a restorative for the amoeba. New neurons, brain cells, develop in the hippocampus, the brain region responsible for learning information, storing long-term memories, and regulating emotions, the very part of the brain she knew Sasori was attacking inside of Sakura.
She needed Glial cells. Glial cells protect neurons from further injury. If she could get the formula to Sakura quickly enough she could stop Sasori's memory loss drug. Tsunade just happened to have 7 months worth of Glial cells available to her. She had been requested by Konoha University to join a select study and research group to bring Glial cells into production. For her own private research, she had taken a sample home and had been cultivating her own supply of the cells.
Tsunade quickly grabbed syringes, plungers and sterile bottles throwing them into her medic bag, along with alcohol, gauze, and her base solution. Carefully she lifted each cultivated vial from it's holding frame and inserted them into a form-fitting case. She ran to the door grabbing her bag, phone, and keys, taking the metal foam casing from the table and ran out the door.
Once the case and her bag were in the car she pulled out her phone and texted Shisui: I have the cure, I'm on my way to the border.
She added Tobirama and Hashirama to the group text and drove down the road at top speed.
Tobirama followed his brother's truck down the road, his team following him. He didn't see why they had to be there. Itachi Uchiha was heading the main infiltration team after all. He was a genius they said. Tobirama begrudgingly admitted the man's talent for infiltration and assassination. He had never failed a mission and aside from Izuna who was now dead, was Tobirama's greatest rival in the field. He would admit, he admired the man.
Tobirama thought back to the hospital, the look in his cousin's eyes. She had already lost her lover Dan and her little brother, did she have to lose her apprentice who was more like a daughter to her also? No, he and Hashirama would make sure to get Sakura back for her. He had seen the news. Sasori of the Red Sand was a psychopath, if he was the one to kill these girls...he would help, this wasn't the time to hold grudges clan war or not. Like Hashirama had said. Sakura was an innocent.
Sasori dressed slowly so she could watch him. He felt her eyes on him as he buttoned up his shirt and looked over to the bed. She quickly looked away like she had when his towel had dropped to the floor. He smiled slowly at the blush staining her cheeks.
He had never met someone so transparent. You could tell every thought, every feeling just by looking at her. She was so beautiful and now she was his. It was time.
Walking to the tea cart he took the clear vial from under the napkin and emptied it into her cup. He poured the tea halfway and added the mild tranquilizer. He pocketed the final dose of his memory erasing amoeba and wheeled the cart over to where she still sat on the bed.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting my dear."
Sasori poured his own cup of tea and handed hers to her before taking a sip. She took it with a smile and sipped. They sat together in companionable silence before she looked up at him to ask how they had gotten married.
"We were married here at the house, a private ceremony." He took her hand in his and stroked it while she drank her tea.
Sakura frowned, that seems like something she ought to have remembered. Fragmented thoughts clouded her head. She remembered being engaged and looking at wedding dresses.
"Is something wrong Sakura?" Sasori looked at her in mock concern.
"No, I'm sorry, I just don't remember our wedding. I remember our engagement was sudden though, was it?"
"Very my dear. You see, we hadn't seen one another for a very long time since we were children. I kept a close watch on you, always making sure you were safe, from a distance. My work did not allow me to have such close...connections. We were reacquainted in college, you remember the art class together don't you?" He stroked her hand as they talked.
"Yes!" She exclaimed finally remembering something that made sense to her. "I remember." She smiled at him and squeezed his hand.
"Yes, we shared an art class together, went on several dates and knew, there was no one else for either of us. We were engaged for two weeks and then married today." He took her now empty cup from her hands and filled it again, adding the last vial to her cup as she pleated the fabric of her dress looking down.
"But, where are my friends, did they come to our wedding, I still feel like I am forgetting something, many things." She took a drink of tea.
Sasori watched her, her limbs were getting heavy he could tell. Her hand shook as she tried to bring her cup to her lips.
"Do not worry my dear, all of your friends were there, Ino, Naruto, Hinata, Kiba, all of them." He had watched her for years and knew all of her friend's names.
A look of relief flooded her face and she smiled at him. "Good." She whispered, her eyes closing.
Sasori took the cup from her hands and set it on the tray with his. She could finish it later, she had more than enough in her system.
"Sakura, wake up doll. I want to show you how much I love you."
He ran the back of his hand over her bodice making her shiver.
Fugaku watched as the last box left the studio. He and Madara had decided the best thing to do was to take everything back to the old compound where it could be controlled. The neighbors and already seen too much. Fugaku was surprised a news crew hadn't come by with a camera and a nosey reporter yet.
"That's everything, Sir." An officer addressed him as he stood in the middle of the now empty studio apartment.
"Let's get back to Konoha." Fugaku pulled his phone out to update Madara and get an update from the border.
Madara flipped his phone open on the first ring. "Ah, good, thanks for letting me know. Yeah, they are here. The Senju are coming. Tsunade sent them to help get Sakura back. Yeah, her apprentice. Shisui says she is more like a daughter to her than, yeah I know. I'll let you know if anything comes up, yeah Itachi knows. Were just waiting for his call."
Madara flipped his phone shut as the trucks pulled up.
Hashirama saw Madara flip his phone shut as they drove up. How nostalgic, he hadn't been here since they were friends, years ago, when they were just teenagers.
"It's been a while, Madara." Hashirama stepped out of his truck followed by Tobirama and his team.
The Uchiha had seen the trucks coming and stood gathered behind Madara.
"So it has." Madara crossed his arms over his chest and stood tall.
"We have found a common ground, it seems." Hashirama continued.
"So it seems," Madara replied.
"Leave it to a pink haired, green eyed, medical prodigy who paints on the weekends to catch the eye of an international criminal with stalker and serial killer tendencies, and get herself kidnapped out of a wedding dress shop." Shisui grinned at everyone.
Hashirama's mouth quirked right before he burst out laughing. "Tsuna said she was quite talented."
Madara reluctantly joined him shortly after. Tobirama just grimaced.
"Yes, well, she had guards, he is just that good. Itachi will get her back though, I'm sure." Madara spoke proudly of his nephew.
"I am sure he will, and we are here to help make sure he has all the backup he needs." Hashirama turned to his brother who stepped forward.
"Last known location?" Tobirama had his arms folded across his chest like Madara.
"See for yourself." Madara threw Tobirama the GPS tracker.
"Hum." The white haired man studied the map on the little screen. "Smart, he is closing in from the east, clever prick." He said with a small smirk of his own that matched Madara's.
"We will head out." He made a hand sign to his team who sprang into action grabbing gear and strapping on equipment.
"We will come from the West. Once we get into the sand we will be out of radio, tell Itachi via satellite phone."
He turned to his team, " We leave in 10, be ready!". And went to strap on his own gear.
Sasori ran a lazy hand over Sakura's arm as she hummed in her drowsy state of mind. He had given her a tranquilizer to relax her and slow her reflexes. Her memories were scrambled enough with the doses he had given her to mix real memories with fragmental ones to sate her clever mind. He knew if he lied to her without a basis of truth, she would start to question him too much and he couldn't have that.
"I fell in love with you that day, before I even knew what love was, at the park." Sasori talked as he pet her.
"Sasori." She mewled and leaned into his touch.
Sasori smiled, finally.
"I kept it, the pieces of your sweater you used to bandage up my leg. I kept everything. Notes, pictures, your artwork. You mean more to me than you know, my doll." He crawled over her onto the bed hugging her to his side, her head resting against his chest.
Sakura turned toward his touch putting her arm over his waist, snuggling up to him.
"When you were 12 you went to the movies with the Yamanaka girl, I was there in the back row, watching over you. I remember how cute you were, so self conscious, so shy. You have always been adorable." He leaned down placing his fingers gently under her chin, lifting her mouth to meet his.
"So beautiful Sakura." He said against her lips as he kissed her.
Sakura ran her hand up his chest and started unbuttoning his shirt, she wanted to feel his skin against hers. She flicked her tongue out into his mouth and he pressed down harder over her mouth, heart racing.
Sasuke rubbed his temples with his fingers, how long had it been since he had first gotten there a day, two? He wasn't sure. What he had told Sasori wasn't a lie, Itachi would be coming and soon. Sasuke knew his brother, he knew his family, he had complete faith in them getting out of this alive, he was only worried how long it would take and what damage Sasori would do to Sakura till they could get here.
A squeaking noise could be heard over head and Sasuke looked up to see a small lift platform being lowered slowly from above. The solid metal plate on the bottom and the angle did not allow Sasuke to see what or who was on the platform. He tried to get up off the chair once more but found his body wouldn't co-operate, he still had trouble moving, so he sat, and waited.
Soon the white haired man could be seen looking over the side of the rail on the small platform watching him as he was lowered down. Sasuke scowled recognizing Kabuto as the asshole who had kidnapped them in the first place and tied him to a chair, and injected him with whatever the hell he had injected him with.
Kabuto stepped off the platform as it touched the floor and regarded Sasuke with an odd look. Sasuke glared back at him.
"So arrogant, such a face." Kabuto teased as he regarded Sasuke one hand on his hip, the other on his chin.
"I wonder what other kinds of faces I can get you to make for me." Kabuto stepped forward and ran his hand through Sasuke's hair tugging a little as his fingers tangled at the ends.
Sasuke jerked back in disgust.
Kabuto laughed, grabbed Sasuke by the back of the neck, leaned down and kissed him hard. Sasuke tried to pull back, lift his fist to hit the man but his body wouldn't move, wouldn't let him.
"You can't fight back, I gave you a special injection of my own design. The body is helpless but the mind remains clear. I want you to know what I am doing to you, unlike Sasori and that woman, you will know every touch, every feeling for what it really is. Forced."
Kabuto kneels down in front of Sasuke and started to undo his pants. "Just enjoy it, like you enjoyed fucking that pink haired girl when she was drugged."
"You sick fuck, that was different." Sasuke spit in his face.
"Hum. I have better uses for that pretty mouth of yours but for now." He pulled out a ball gag and gagged Sasuke.
Kneeling down in front of Sasuke once more he took his cock in his mouth and stroked it with his tongue. Sasuke grunted behind his gag, eyes wide with disgust as his cock began to harden under Kabuto's attentions.
"You like it don't you?" Kabuto asked looking up at Sasuke his mouth around his cock.
Kabuto held Sasuke's hard cock in one hand as he moved it deeper down his throat and unbuttoned his own pants freeing his hardened member, stroking it with his free hand.
Sasuke tried but he couldn't move. Anger flooded his chest at his humiliation and he closed his eyes, trying very hard to ignore the sensations Kabuto was arousing in him.
He opened his eyes when he felt Kabuto pull away from him to find a tiny vial of clear liquid being pressed against his lips as Kabuto removed his gag.
"Drink this." Kabuto smiled at him upending the vial into his mouth, pinching his nose and covering his mouth. He swallowed.
"The muscle relaxer I gave you will start to wear off soon, then we can have some real fun." Kabuto rubbed the tip of his cock against Sasuke's lips coating them with a drop of his precum.
To Sasuke's horror, his tongue flicked out and licked it bringing a flush of heat to his cheeks.
"Suck it." Kabuto pushed his cock past Sasuke's lips and into his wet mouth.
Sasuke closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else but Kabuto wouldn't let him, he kept talking.
"Do you like that Sasuke, can you feel it in your mouth, my cock, can you taste it on your tongue? I'm going to cum in your mouth and make you cum in my hand." Kabuto reached down to Sasuke's stiff cock and rubbed it with his free hand, pumping it slowly, tauntingly. Sasuke grunted in pleasure to his extreme disgust and hummed around Kabuto cock.
"I can see it in your lovely eyes, you like it when I touch you, don't you?" Kabuto leaned his hips into Sasuke's face choking him with his cock.
Kabuto began pumping into his mouth harder and faster, the back of his throat tore in pain. Kabuto dropped both of his hands to Sasuke's head bucking up against his lips. "Unnnnhh." Cum shot out of his cock down Sasuke's throat. Instead of pulling back, Kabuto bucked into his face a few more times holding his head to his crotch.
"How selfish of me, I didn't help you finish." He said as he tucked his now limp penis back into his pants.
"Maybe later." Kabuto did Sasuke's pants up for him again and stepped back onto the metal platform hitting the control button.
"Itachi, the Sat phone is ringing." Kisame threw the phone to Itachi.
"What is it, this is not a secure line?" Itachi said.
"They have arrived and will be closing in on your opposite side. They have your cords on GPS and are moving fast. Our two teams are assembled and ready at your word." Shisui told his cousin.
"Thank you, we have about 5 more hours before a visual, I'll stay in contact." Itachi threw the phone to Kisame who strapped it back onto his pack.
"I can't wait to blow shit up in this sand, it will really be a true work of art out here!" Deidara smiled as they ran.
"You and your fuckin art man, all it is, is blowing shit up, I'm okay with that don't get me wrong but it isn't fucking art. Art hangs on your wall or some shit." Hidan taunts Deidara to pass the time.
"Man, fuck you, why do you always do this shit, you know my art is more than just an explosion yeah!" Deidara huffs.
"Silence, focus." Itachi shuts them down. Five hours, then we can see what we're really up against. I'm coming Sakura, please be safe.