Satora awoke with an almighty scream, a scream fraught with terrible pain. She bolted straight up in her bed, and Sakura went flying across the room in search of cover, not to be outdone in the panicked screams department. Makuro came slamming into the room mere seconds after all the screaming had began, wild, and saw Satora sitting up quite alive and well, if not a extremely upset.
"SATO!" Kuro exclaimed, rushing to her side. (After first making sure Sakura was alright), "Are you well?"
The girl opened her mouth as though to consider her response, and then without another word she sunk back onto the pillows.
Alarmed, Makuro peered closer at his friend, and saw that she had just laid her head back down. No doubt her head was still throbbing a little from the wracking it had undergone.
"My head feels like its being stabbed by a hundred million little needles, Kuro." Sato whispered, eyes wide. Sakura picked herself up off the floor, and also came over to see if Sato was okay, "Oh Makuro, Makuro what happened to me?"
"We were hoping you could tell us." Sakura looked anxious, "Makuro and I were on the street over when we first heard your scream. You had just met Kakashi sensai, and then—"
Abruptly the terrible memories the vision had brought her fell into Sato's mind like a brick. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a few seconds, forcing herself to sift through what had happened in order to—
"Kakashi isn't an Uchiha, is he?" Sato asked quietly.
"No, of course he isn't." Kuro looked surprised, "He has one Sharingan eye, however but—"
"No, I saw two!" Sato said stubbornly, her brow creasing as she remembered, "He blinked and then there were two…and then I was gone…gone into a place of….nightmares…I don't know…"
Kuro glanced over at Sakura, who shook her head so hard that her pink hair flopped about her face, "No, he only has one Sharingan eye. I'm quite certain of it. in fact I know its true. He was my sensai, you have to remember."
"I know what I saw!" Sato said heatedly, "He had two!"
A small possibility formed in Makuro's mind, and he knew it was the only reason Sato's story could be true. However, if his theory were true it meant that once more, they were all in grave danger…
"Satora…" Makuro said quietly, "Do you think it could have been Itachi under a genjutsu?"
The look on Sato's face registered such complete and total shock, and then fear that Makuro cursed himself for even mentioning it.
"It's just a thought—" Makuro tried swiftly, "—I could be totally wrong of course…"
Sato knew that Makuro was never totally wrong, or even half wrong or three quarters wrong. She knew that if it was Makuro's theory then his iron-clad logic was probably right. No, not probably. Defiantly and without a doubt.
It must have been Itachi.
A cold chill swept up and down Satora's stomach, and for one horrible second she had thought she was going to be sick—that was yet another time that he had touched her. Albeit a handshake, he had still got through her defenses and trampled on her spirit. How did he keep doing it?
Sakura was looking totally bewildered, "Whose Itachi?"
He's trying to scare me. He's trying to break me down into a weak little pulp before any of the heavy stuff starts. They know, they know. Sato bared her teeth as she felt that same swooping feeling in her gut return, I wont let Itachi bully me around anymore. The next time that I see him…I'll recognize him and I'll kill him. Dead.
Sato sat up again, and swung her legs out over the bed, dropping lightly to the floor. She gave her head a vigorous shake, and swiftly retied her hair.
"Well, lets get going then, shall we?" She said, her voice strong with resolve.
"Umm…" Makuro blinked, "Where? What? Sato I think you should stay here until Yoake went back…she went off with Naruto to go find Kakashi and ask him what happened…"
"Kakashi wasn't there, was he?" Sato's eyes were blazing. Still just the smallest buit unsteady on her feet, she went into the next room and collected her hitai-ate and her sweatshirt, "Come along, lets go!"
"Satora!" Sakura sounded bemused, "Where are we going?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Sato rolled her eyes and was halfway out the door, "We've all got to train for the exam, silly! They're only two days away!"
And with that she was gone, slamming the door hard behind her. Once more Sakura glanced questioningly over at her linen-clad friend.
"One second she's out cold, the next she's up and rearing to go?"
"Yeah I don't get her either." Makuro muttered, "Come on we'd best find her before she rips the village gates off and carries them back to Yoru as trophies…"