Sakumo/Kakashi/clone/henge/figment-of-a-genjutsu-addled-mind gave a soft order to the dogs to release her while grabbing her wrist and spinning her, pinning her face-first to the tree, one hand twisted tightly against her back. Sakura's hatai-ate was unceremoniously pulled off of her head and then dangled next to her face.
"Where did you get this?"
'The same place you did, at my graduation from the Konoha Ninja Academy!" Sakura snapped, incensed that anyone should think her an enemy of Konoha.
Sakumo leaned in closer to her, pressing her into the tree, adding a little more pressure against the arm bent behind her. "Your story isn't going to hold up, and you know it, so why don't you just tell us the truth now and save T&I the trouble of formally interrogating you?" he asked softly, his reasonable tone almost disguising the ominous meaning of his words.
All of the fight went out of her, and she rested her head against the tree as she realized this was really happening. Somehow, this was happening. It wasn't a genjutsu, it wasn't a clever and complex trap laid by any enemy to trick her . She was the enemy. She was an unknown ninja surrounded by strangers in a village where no one would recognize her. The village she had sacrificed so much for, had risked her life for, wouldn't even know her name. Torture and Interrogation loomed in her future, but that thought was pushed to the back of her mind by an sudden, oppressive feeling of loneliness. She had no one. No one to reach out to, no one to help her, no one to even acknowledge her as a Konoha shinobi or a friend. She felt the pain of it in her chest, like a weight on her heart that was growing with each breath, pressing against her lungs, making it harder to breathe. Her throat felt tight, achingly tight, as if Sakumo's hand was still around her neck and squeezing, squeezing harder until she was choking and gasping for breath.
"Crying isn't going to help you, and neither is a panic attack."
Sakura opened her eyes and glared at what she could see of Hatake Sakumo in her peripheral vision. He still had a firm grip on the arm twisted behind her back, but he had backed off of her a bit, giving her room to breathe, standing slightly to the side to watch her face dispassionately as she struggled to get control of herself. It was that distant, clinical look that snapped Sakura back to her senses. She belonged to the Leaf Village, and no other Leaf shinobi had any right to look at her that way! These were her comrades, and she would make them see that. Somehow.
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A/N: I write sooooo slooowlyyyyy. Sorry for the mini mini update, but I figured I'd throw it up here because, well, it's all i have right now. Don't worry, this will NOT be a wimpy Sakura story, she's just having a tough time in these few paragraphs.