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Wrong Turn: Meeting A Nightmare

Poke. Poke. Poke, poke. Poke, poke, poke! "I think she's dead."

"Hn."

"She's not moving, it doesn't even look like she's breathing, and if she was a kunoichi, she's a horrible one."

"Hn."

Sigh. "Fine!"

As Sakura listened to the two people bickering as to whether or not she was alive or dead, she was trying to conceive an escape plan. She had woken up right before the two, obviously very powerful ninjas, at least judging by their chakra, walked through the door to the cabin. Sakura barely had enough time to still her rapidly beating heart, making it calm once again, and gather her breathing under control and regulate it to almost imperceptible movement before the two nins walked in to find her sleeping on their couch. To say Sakura was scared was an understatement. She was terrified. One of the chakra signatures felt vaguely familiar, but she could not pin where she knew it from. She could still hear the two nins bickering, or more correctly, one seemingly arguing with a wall.

"…"

"I'm telling you, Itachi, she's dead!"

'Itachi!? I knew I knew the one's chakra signature! I'm as good as dead now!' Thought Sakura as she struggled to stay calm and collected.

"She moved."

"What!?"

Whoosh!

Craaack! Went the couch as a huge sword, wielded by an even bigger person, as it cut through the couch as though it were butter.

Sakura barely had enough warning to move out of the way of the sword as she landed deftly on the other side of the room away from the two dangerous missing nins, with a kunai held in each of her hands. She knew she did not have a chance in the world against the two men if they decided to kill her, but she was not going down without a fight.

"Hmmm. Well, I guess you were right. She was alive," said the huge, blue skinned man, whom Sakura recognized as Hoshigaki Kisame. "And what do you know! She's from Konoha! Do you know her?"

Sakura shifted her full attention to Itachi, keeping her eyes on his chin, knowing that if she looked into his eyes she was a goner.

"Pink. Haruno Sakura. A teammate of my insolent little brother and the Fifth Hokage's apprentice," came the cool reply of Itachi as he gazed steadily at the kunoichi in front of him.

"Fifth Hokage? That makes her a medic nin," thought Kisame aloud as he fully turned his attention towards Sakura.

"If either of you even think that I would heal any of your kind," spat Sakura, pissed beyond hell that she had gotten into this situation, "then both of you are as crazy as everyone thinks. I don't heal trash."

"What a little wild cat we've got here Itachi," grinned Kisame, "Who knew Cherry Blossoms had thorns!"

Sakura watch warily as Itachi suddenly started advancing forward, towards her. "And who ever said that we want you to heal any of us…trash, as you so kindly put it?" Itachi spoke softly, as he continued forward.

Sakura scoffed at this as she took a step back, Itachi getting too close for comfort. "Please. I know your going blind, if not already, unless you've found an extremely talented medic nin who was willing to heal you and someone you trusted enough. Which, I doubt."

"And what would you know about my eyes?" whispered Itachi into Sakura's ear. Sakura immediately stiffened realizing Itachi was now standing directly behind her instead of in front of her like he had been half a second ago.

Sakura knew she had pushed it when she said what she did about Itachi's eyes. The fact was she did not know anything about a true Uchiha's eye, especially Itachi's, and was only guessing from what Kakashi had said all those years ago, when she had last encountered the stoic Uchiha, along with the information she had gathered during healing Kakashi's own Sharingan eye.

Sakura knew should keep her mouth shut, but a certain loud mouthed blonde had rubbed off on her, so she decided to push the limits a little bit more.

"I know that the Sharingan causes strain on the eye and eye muscles because of the flow of chakra that is need to concentrate the eye, and that even being an Uchiha still causes that, especially when used at long periods of time, which could cause wear and tear on the eyes," this guessed was what was wrong with Kakashi who always had his Sharingan on because he was not a true Uchiha, "I also know that you can't use the Mangekyo for long periods of time because it causes you pain and wears the user's body down and depletes his or her chakra. And from what I gather, you never seem to turn off your Sharingan. Understandable really. You are in a criminal organization full of ruthless killers. Betrayal comes to you easily no doubt."

Sakura sucked in a breath, feeling Itachi shift behind her, thinking that she had pushed too much and was now going to die. But all Itachi did was ask, "And how do you 'know' this, Haruno-san?"

Sakura said nothing, instead choosing to look straight ahead. She really did not want him, of all people, to know that she healed Kakashi's Sharingan. Sakura felt Itachi shift behind her once again, only this time she felt the cold steel of a kunai blade, pressed against her neck. "Well Haruno-san? Or would you die to simply keep how you know this to yourself?" breathed Itachi into her ear, pressing the kunai a little harder.

Sakura continued looking straight ahead focusing her attention through one of the cabin's windows. "Kakashi…" spoke Sakura before her world went black.

Woohoo! I hope you don't hate me. Really, this chapter wasn't going to end like this, but people on DeviantArt wanted a new chapter so I had to come up with one!

However, I wouldn't expect a new chapter tomorrow or something. I'm lazy. And a procrastinator. I don't even do my first period homework until, literally, fifteen minutes till it's due. Although, reviews might motivate me. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Sorry for the bad grammer and/or spelling mistakes. I don't have a beta. And let's say I don't tell everyone of my friends I write stories. In fact. I tell none of them. So I really can't have someone else read it.

Fun Fact for the Day: Giraffes have the pleasant ability to lick their eyes.