I do not own the Naruto, for if I did, I would be a rich guy walking around with money by the pound; I would have also made Sakura and Gaara hook up.

Dark Attractions

Summary: Meet Sakura, a hyper, popular, and crazy girl who is hung up on winning the affection of one person: Sasuke. But to do this, she must be anything but herself. She tries to act cool, and relaxed, almost seeming like she has no feelings. Apparently, this is the kind of girl Sasuke likes, and after years of un-fulfilled dreams about him, she is finally asked out. Happy at first, she takes her time getting to know him, and as much as she hates to admit it, she doesn't like that fact that Sasuke likes this "false Sakura". That is, until a new boy comes into school, and she can't help but feel drawn to him and his mysterious past. As she later learns, this boy is just like her. Hiding who he really is. Will these two be able to cope through things, and accept their relationship? And will Sakura be able to accept this guy for who he really is?

Pairing: SakuraxGaara

Chapter 16: WHO. DO. YOU. ….?

She grabbed her gear and set off for another mission. Putting on a black jacket, along with a pair of gloves, she strapped holsters to her legs and inserted weapons into the pockets that were held on her legs, and the other one that lay right above her right breast. She then put on a pair of boots, and was then ready and set to go. The mission was to be taken care of independently; she was on her own.

An assistant of Orochimaru's had dropped her off at the specified city; if her memory of the document she had laying in her pocket was right, then she was now in Osaka. The cars sped through the streets, and the sounds of honking horns and the chatter of people was all that could be sensed for miles. She took a step out of the car, her bag filled with more equipment swinging on her shoulders as she completely got out of the vehicle. Slamming the door shut, she didn't even give a second glance towards the car as she pulled out the piece of paper and read the address.

According to the details of this mission, the building she was to go sneak in to was owned by a young CEO who was once a part of Orochimaru's group, but betrayed them and now lived as a regular man. He needed to be killed, for his fame gave him easy access to the media, which brought their secrets at risk. The man, before he left, was a low Chuunin, while Sakura stood as a middle-leveled student; though their ranks were very close, she was sure she could take him on without many problems.

She looked to the ground, trying her best to divert any attention towards her walking stature. And there, placed high above her head, was the building of none other then Samboshi Kamui.

"Mr.Kamui," a young woman said with a gentle whisper, "we have a guest who is here to see you." He blinked as an eyebrow rose. "I never arranged any m-" "Comply to my wishes and this women lives," hissed another voice. A kunai was pressed against the creamy skin of her neck as her captor struggled under her grip.

The man stood up with quick speed and tried to identify the voice, but had no luck. "Who might you be?" he asked with an uncertain calmness in his voice. She ripped off her clothes so that she could move more freely, the deceiving business garments revealing her equipment and uniform. "You—" "Yes. I'm from them." His fists shook as he bit his lip and cursed, "Damn."

Looking at the woman, he complied, and set himself down onto his seat. "Let her go," he said, glaring with false confidence, "and I'll take the time to listen to what you have to say." Releasing her grip on the female worker, she pushed her out the door, and slammed it behind her, locking it just to be extra secure; the snap of the lock did not go unnoticed to the man, either. "Well?" he said. "Talk."

She sent him a smug smirk. "I think you know what's about to happen."

Punch. Kick. Slam. Punch. Kick. Slam.

It all repeated itself as he trained himself in the dojo, running forward with as much agility and speed he could gather from every bit and ounce his molecules allowed him to congregate. His fair swung by his eyes as he smirked, sending an image of his opponent before his very eyes, though he wasn't there. His smirk only grew as he imagined the blood loss his opponent would suffer.

He then worked on flips, running up the wall with speed and power no untrained human could ever manage to assemble and pushed his feet of the wall, doing somersaults while swinging his feet into the air as he gathered his hands below him, like a sideways handstand, still throwing his feet at the imaginary outline's face.

With sweat beading down his face, he knelt down to take a breather. Even though he was exhausted, he managed to stand up and walk towards his bathroom. First he would take a quick shower and then take a stroll in the park.

It would be the perfect way to calm his nerves.

He winced in pain as he threw a metal chain towards her. Stepping to the side, she sped behind him and brought her hands forth onto his muscles. Her strength surprised him; it was almost inhuman! How could such a feeble little girl hold such surprising ability? He didn't have a chance.

It wasn't even worth fighting out.

He brought forth his hands in a pausing signal and took a breath. He clutched his knuckles together and eyed the open window behind him. Slowly and steadily, his feet shuffled backwards as he slammed behind the wall. She shot him a piercing glare, but it was easy to see underneath it; what she covered was warmth and concern. "You're ruining your life," he said gently, "don't you see that?" She didn't answer. "A sweet thing like yourself shouldn't be acting like this." "Who are you to say that?" she hissed. "You don't even know me. Besides; how can you call me "sweet"? I haven't showed any compassion towards you." "Yes you have," he stated without a doubt.

She blinked and stepped back, biting her lip with a nervous look on her face. "W-What do you mean?" He smiled. "You could have killed me long before, but you held back. I mean, think about it: I've been out of battles for about a year and a half now, and here comes a fresh new worker ready to take me on. Who do you think will win?" She didn't answer. "You, of course." He set his foot on the wooden frame of the window.

"What's your name?" "S-Sakura," she hesitantly said. "Well, Sakura; do you know why I left Orochimaru and the others?" "…No." "Maybe explaining it to you will give you a feel of justice to gather the courage to quit yourself; care to spare a few minutes to let me explain?" She nodded.

"I was a young boy, fresh out of High School. I had great friends, and a very supportive gang of friends; we were inseparable. I had just gotten out of graduation, with a smile bigger then ever on my face. I was skeptical, though. My parents hadn't come to see me graduate, so I was worried; where we they? I got into my car and went home. I then stepped into the house was shocked at home quiet it was. I yelled my mom and dad's name several times, but there no response. I searched through the entire house, but I didn't find anything. I was so confused; what was going on here?"

He paused in his story for a second and then continued, "I then realized I hadn't checked the basement and turned on the lights, and began to thoroughly search for them, but no avail; I had found nothing, no clue as to where they might be. And then I saw something red, splattered next to a fresh white piece of paper that had handwriting that had obviously been rushed through, for the sentences were gathered slopply, as well as the form of the letters. I read it, and fell down with anguish; my parents were dead. They had committed suicide; but why? I figure that out later when I uncovered a secret code hidden in the sentences. It seemed that someone was after a family secret, and had been after both my mom and dad for years.

So…to make a long story short, Orochimaru had found me. He knocked on my door the next day, pretending to be so sincere; he brought a new life to my future. That was when I tangled myself in his business; I trained hard, and obeyed his every order. Killing, stealing; it soon became a part of my everyday routine, my life…and I was shocked. Was this really how I wanted to spend the rest of my future? And then I discovered another thing: Orochimaru had been lying to me all along.

Without even me knowing it, I had given away the family secret; apparently, both my parents had been experimenting with genetics and DNA and found a way to make instant healing occur, along with other things by encrypting nanomachines into human's to make them superhuman. Not only did it do that, but it strengthened the genes in one body, making the chance of survival much higher.

Over that short period of time, he had stolen everything from me and left me with an illusion. I had to take back my life, and I was willing to risk everything to get out of his grasp, just for one simple word: freedom. I hadn't realized how many strings he had put on me, controlling my every move like a puppet. I needed to cut those ties off, so…I broke away." He gave her a sad look and then continued on with a few more sentences. "Don't you see? He's controlling you; he's taking over your life. You need to take it back before it's too late," he warned. "Take it while you have the chance."

Every word echoed in her mind, but she didn't listen. She roughly shook her head from side-to-side and closed her eyes. "Do you not believe me…?" he whispered. "Heed my warning, Sakura," he said softly. "Think: what really matters to you? Strength, power-" he paused to look at the ground below him, "or your freedom to love your life, along with others?" She was frozen.

She could mutter a single word.

His eyes softened as he set his other foot on the window sill and grabbed ahold of the blinds to keep him from falling. "I found the courage to do what was right-" he looked at the busy cars, "can you?"

And he jumped. Jumped into the air below him, the wind swirling around his face as it danced around him in circles. She screamed, running up to the window and call to him. "Mr. Kamui? Mr. Kamui!" she screeched. But he didn't reply; the last thing she could see was the smile that was graced on his lips as his soft eyes darkened.

He mouthed his last for words:

Who.

Do.

You.

….

And he was gone. She had never gotten the chance to see what else he had to say; in fact, she was rather surprised she was even able to guess what it was that danced across his lips. All she knew was that he said it with such warmth, such kindness that she couldn't help but melt at the remembrance of his face.

The tears fell down her face as she continued to morn over him, screaming his name. "Mr. Kamui!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. But her scream of agony was erased by the sound of moving cars that roamed in the streets.

He shut the door softly behind him, and didn't give his house a second glimpse. The dark coat the whipped around him hid his identity well; no one would ever be able to configure who he was unless they saw his eyes. The wind blew around him harshly, as if upset. Taking attention to his, he trailed close to it and looked up, and saw what he was only able to vision in his dreams.

Pink hair.

Alrighty, everyone! I'm done with that chapter. Hope you enjoyed it! Anyway…uh, moving on, I would just like to sorry for being about a late week with this chapter. I apologize for that. From now on, I'm going to start to work on the length of my chapters; my goal would be about at least 7 to 11 pages. This chapter was only 5 pages, so…I'm close. Anyway, this story is going to start heating up real soon, so stay in touch! Also, everyone…please review! I still need your support.

I would have made his chapter longer, but I'm eager to see my dad; heck, he's downstairs right now. He just arrived! I haven't seen him for about 2 days and a half, so…I'm excited. Heck, I wanna go now!! So…ba-bye!