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She took off. Faster than Gaara's sand could move, faster than Neji could see her, and faster than Naruto on the day they gave out Ramen at only half price.

Just a blur of pink and grey, then just a few melting bits of ice were left where just moments ago she had stood. Gaara didn't even blink.

Neji was less macho about it. His mouth was opened slightly in shock and he blinked rapidly a few times. Sakura had pushed past him, and on his bare shoulder was a perfect outline of her hand in solid ice. She was so cold, she froze part of his shirt off and gotten to his skin in a single instant. Her voice had been cruel, harsh, and bitter.

Why?

Why was she so angry?

He thought back to the way she looked. Her face was hidden behind her bangs, but his Byakugan could see it. Her beautiful round jade green eyes had turned a cold shade of white. Her face had a strange pattern across it as well.

Gaara started to walk, calmly following the ice prints in the fall grass. Each one looked a lot like a person following a cat. He chuckled, because that was sort of like what was happening now.

Neji followed him, eyeing the forest Sakura had run into. He was watching her, and he was getting worried about her. She was running very fast. There was no point in chasing her, she would outrun them and they would both be to tiered to fight if they needed to. She was running on her two feet, but he watched her stumble and run on her hands from time to time.

(A/N: Like how Naruto runs sometimes. ^_^)

Gaara stopped in front of a very large tree. On its thick, rough bark, were three deep scratch marks, very deep, and a bloody kunai knife. The scratches were carved by something much sharper than the knife. He ran a finger over the outlined edges, each mark, about as long as his finger. He felt something cool to the touch and a bit prickly.

Ice.

"She was here." Neji stated. He wrapped his hand around the knife. Yanking it from the tree, he looked over to Gaara. They both nodded, and took off walking in the same direction.

This isn't right.

So?

But they're following us!

So?

But….

Do not worry. I will help you.

Sakura felt her face changing. In fact, her whole body felt different. On fire, actually. It hurt so very much! Searing pain coursed throughout her body. As if feeling waves of lava wash over her, tightening her skin and making her mussels sore. And she couldn't control her body!

She tried to blink, but her eyes wouldn't obey her. She tried to stop running, but her legs didn't seem to listen. She tried to control her arms, but only managed to graze a nearby tree. She felt herself stop.

Cherry, please. Just relax. It hurts me too. I could find that boy and destroy him, if you would just let me have control….

Frosty! What's wrong with you?

He was silent.

Sakura looked around franticly. Where had Frost taken them? The area had fewer trees than the forest she remembered being in just a few moments ago. The ground had less soil too. There was no grass, and the dirt itself looked like it took a vacation at a desert.

She tried again to move her arms and was startled to find out she could move again. She flexed her fingers, eager to slice them across something to prove she really could move freely. She noticed her nails had a coat of thin ice over them, making them a pretty baby blue with little glitter effect. Not too much, just enough.

She looked at her legs, wondering why, after all that running, she didn't feel tiered anymore. It was strange. She placed a nail against her calf, and watched wide-eyed as her baby blue nail melted against her leg and steam rose up instead. She tore her finger away, and almost immediately new frost had covered her bare nail.

She put a hand on her hip and felt a prickly coil wrapped around her waist. She tugged at it, but it would not move. She yanked on it, but she felt a sharp pain on her lower back that told her, whatever it was, it was attached. She sighed.

There now. See how much better it is to have your thorns?

Thorns? YOU MADE US INTO A FREAKIN' CAT!

Cat?

She touched her face, fearing she might find whiskers or something there. Nope. Still smooth skin greeted her touch. Her hands felt cold, so she put one on her forehead and another on her cheek.

Now that she wasn't feeling so hot, she walked over to a big rock. She placed a slender hand in the middle of it and saw little bits of ice forming around it. She added her other hand next to it, and the ice got bigger. She pushed her arms harder against the stone, and ice trailed all over it, like a spider-web. It seems the more pressure she applies, the more ice will appear, or something like that.

"Haruno, age 16, jutsu-none. Demon tails, 13, age, newborn. Name, no name currently chosen."

Sakura turned around to figure out just who was talking to her. She saw Kabuto, standing with two large men in black robes with some sort of red pattern sown at the bottom. She felt herself sneer and turn completely around to face the trio.

She was about to rush them, when she felt something grab her arms and lift her off the ground into the air. She felt herself just dangling there, held up only by her wrists. Her neck started to burn, and she felt the area behind her eyes growing warm as well. She saw a rainbow colored figure appear and start talking to Kabuto. He smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, nodded at something, and pointed a long finger at Sakura.

"Yes, her."

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