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ONE NEW VOICEMAIL
CHAPTER
IX
Come out-come out wherever you are!
You shouldn't be that far
Cricket….Cricket…cricket…
Swosh!
"Stop" Everything went still, the people that were walking though the forest immediately froze upon hearing the order that was given. There were a total of three people not counting the one that called out to them to stop walking. Upon hearing the order the three people instantly turned around to see what could have gotten their companion to stop trail back to their shelter. They had a long day, after traveling for what seemed days nonstop and eating very little they wanted nothing more than return to their temporary home and sleep. A blue skinned man with shark like teeth stepped forward from the three his eyes seething with annoyance, and groan was let out when he stepped toward the long haired male.
"OI We been traveling for days what the hell is up now?" Hissed the blue skinned male, but the male he had called to did not answer his question. However, the three companions froze when they saw the ice cold glare being sent their way. They should know to never question that man's motives. They should know what he does he does within purpose, and what he wants to do should never be talked back or questioned, because they knew that if that man wanted to he could so easily rip them apart with his bare hands. Though he was the youngest of them all, he was the strongest, raised to lead, and born to kill the very definition of a demon in a man's body. His eyes alone that held no emotion can have an army of men tremble in fear, but lately there was something in him that has changed. What is was no one knew, but the fact that he was still deadly could never be taken lightly.
"Stay here." He was never one to talk so much. When he would speak, he would limit his words, but when it came to an order no dared interrupt. It was rare for him to ever give orders nowadays, for he had stayed hidden in the shadows for years. Hidden from eyes and ears of the Government and the different Mafia Gangs, from the shadows he watched, and no one but him and his followers knew what was going on in every direction. In dark of night they stood still where they were at waiting and watching curiously at the man that lead them slowly walk out of their view. The rustling of the bushes that he had walked by were heard, the sounds of the chirping crickets nearby sang as they waiting.
He walked though the many trees, and full grown bushes, his feet ran against the dirt. He eyed everyone wondering if he had probably sensed wrong. However, he quickly dismissed that thought because his senses were never wrong. He knew something was out there, he knew it was something not harmful, but something that was fragile, something that even so small can catch attention irked his interest. His hands moved to move aside some of the branches that were in the way so he wouldn't get wacked in the face, he ducked over the thick-hard- to move branches until he came near the rushing river. Onyx hues looked over the dark waters of the river that had splashed against every rock nearby, and he wondered why the river was moving at a fast pace when it should be calm. His eyes scanned the area, and his feet made a trail in the mud, he was on guard looking for anything out of the area, until eventually he stopped when something at the corner of his eye was noticed.
There on his right side, covered head to toe in mud, drenched to the bone from the sea water. He walked closer to see just who it might be, and his eyes couldn't help but widen when he took notice just who that person was. He ran to her side when he drank in her appearance, drenched pink hair dirtied by the mud and water. Filthy cuts all over her face and arms, her body were covered in grass and dirt, she was unconscious but she was breathing….every lightly. He had to act fast, for he knew if he waited any longer she would probably not make it in time to draw out another breath. He picked her up slowly, carefully, gently as if he was afraid he would break if he moved her to fast. He whistled, and he knew that his followers will soon be on trail.
He sped walked towards their base, a place where they had all they need to nurse her back to health. He wondered just how in the world she was able to survive being swept away in such a powerful river. He knew her from a long time ago, but she never met him. They arrived at the base where they lived. A house built in a cave hidden in the forest where no one would ever think to come and find them. It was not a moment later that his followers arrived, and they knew that when they meet the man face to face they need to be cautious on what to say. One wrong move can set him off, and no one wishes for beating from that man. So they entered quickly to find the man who was dead set against showing emotions, tending the wounds of an unconscious girl.
"What the fuck did you bring back eh Itachi?" The blue skinned man was the first to break the silence as the other two sighed and prayed that Itachi would not be angry. However, just like always Itachi remained silent, always acting calm and never committing any outburst even after a fair warning. They wondered if Itachi was like the rumors ever said they were. That this man was the cruelest of them all, but they knew- they knew that he was the strongest, because they seen him wipe out an army using just ten percent of his strength alone. The other two stood behind the blue skinned male, removing their cloaks and hanging them up on a coat rack. One had red hair with a brownish red color eyes, he had a facial complexion that resembled a small child, but he was at the age of an adult.
"This isn't a hospital you know yeah!" Spoke the other while he hung his own cloak up as well. His long blond hair was done in a high ponytail while his left eye was covered with a long slanted blond bang. He looked pissed off; one because he was tired of all the traveling he had done, and second that Itachi had placed the wounded female on his bed, without his permission. On the other hand, since when did Itachi ever have to ask for permission to do something? The other two thought to themselves, but once again Itachi did not voice the answers they wanted to hear.
"This girl is very important, leave it at that." Was all Itachi had said as he tended to all the open wounds. He knew what he was going to have to do, and he hoped to himself that when it was time for her to awaken that she wouldn't go and judge him for what he was going to do, but before he did he turned to the men that stood behind him. He turned his face only to the side and with the coldest glare he had plastered on his face they knew that was their cue to leave. So they left in silence with no words of protest as Itachi one by one removed the drenched clothing she wore on her sickly fragile pale body. A normal man would probably in this state try to hold down the hormones that would by now start kicking in if they saw the body that he was now witnessing. The body of a female that has yet to be touched, untainted by the darkness of the world, the worlds purest of all creatures were in his grasp. And yet he was not aroused to take her, not tempted to do anything improper, because woman such as her were really the ones worth fighting for. As he dressed her wounds and cleaned her skin, he was thinking of something to come up with so the girl wouldn't be frightened if she knew he looked upon her naked flesh. Because he knew that looking upon her naked form while she was sleeping was equal to him robbing her of her virgin sanctuary.
I prefer the dark side
Don't point that knife
If you are not going to cut me
Early that Afternoon
Upon hearing the news of Ino's activities from Tsunade Sasuke was lost in thought. His only thought was making sure that Sakura was alright, and he hoped for what was good for the world that Sakura was safe. He ran he ran for the life of him down the many sidewalks, and dodging the crowds of people so easily with his speed. Many people looked at him as if he was a madman- a madman running around pushing people out of the way. Their protest and yells fell upon dead ears as he merely just paid no attention to them. His face held the look of fiery, when he reached Ino's home.
His breathing was rough and ragged, he chest heaving up and down, and with every step he took forward he tried to keep himself composed. His eyes narrowing darkly when he was within an arm reach away from her front door. His heart was beating at a fast pace, and he swallowed a large amount of salvia when his right hand grasp the door knob. He paused wondering if he should knock first then go in? or if he should just barge on in? If she was not there inside than he would just be wasting time, but if she was inside and they were just talking all innocently then he could just make up an excuse to take her and leave without destroying their friendship and risk Sakura hating him even more. However, he had this painful feeling that Sakura would not be in that house. And an Uchiha's instincts are never wrong.
He backed away just an inch and with full force Sasuke kicked down Ino's front door. He had stormed in to find the inside of Ino's house dark and cold. His eyes scanned around looking for any signs, and clues that could lead him somewhere, but there was none. His chest tightened, and his fist curled inward his fingers clawing into the palm of his hands. He bit his lip when realized that no one has been in this house for awhile, and he knew that Sakura could possibly be anywhere. His right fist swung back and with a strength forced punch he landed a deep hole in the wall closest to him. He cursed, how could he allow such a thing to happen, she could be in the enemies hands right about now and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
Always to late
Always to late
Always….
Always…
To late
He couldn't save his father, he couldn't save his brother, and he couldn't save his mother. That was why he hated being around people that was why he was how some people would label him cold hearted. That was why he never wanted to fall in love, but he had, he foolishly let himself to fall in love with that girl, and now- now when he hoped that even though that girl hated him with all her heart, he wanted to protect her. Protect her even if it meant becoming what she thought of him as. Because he didn't mind, he never minded and he pretend like it didn't faze him when she would talk bad about him. She told him she wished he would die- and he wouldn't mind dying, he never minded dying if that was what she wanted. If she wanted him to die, then he would more than gladly give his life up for her so she could live. Because he knew- he knew a person like him that has done so many wrongs to her doesn't deserve her love.
He had hoped though- hoped that maybe she would forgive him. Forgive him for beating her, forgive him for isolating her, forgive him robbing her of her joy, and forgive him for only wanting to keep her for him-self. Her image crying all those nights rang in his mind, the sounds of her cries when he would beat her rang in his ears, but the image of her telling him she was willing to try gave him hope. Hope that she would- and when he thought that they were beginning to get somewhere when she didn't let of his hand when he weaved their fingers together she was gone. Gone- and he didn't know where she was.
"I can try…"
His fist took turns punching the wall, the holes were getting bigger with ever punch being thrown at it. He swore- oh yes he swore to himself he would make those people pay, no matter what. They will get what was coming and he swore- promised to himself that he would save Ino for last. The insister smirk that plastered on his face made the cold room even colder when he thought of all the sick twisted torture he would bestow upon the blond haired traitor. She was Sakura's friend. Best friend and she handed Sakura over to the likes of that man on a silver platter. He knew Ino was not to be trusted, he knew and yet even though he knew the risk he left them alone. He should have stayed- he should have made sure nothing was going to happen, and yet for all he knew Sakura could already be dead. But he hoped- he hoped with all the heart that he might have left- he hoped that Sakura was safe.
He had no time to lose, he shouldn't be drowning in thoughts, and he had to find her. But he can't- he can't do it alone. So he ran to Ino's kitchen looking for any signs of Ino's house phone, and once he found it by the window on the left he ran to it. However, he was caught off guard when white phone rang. It rang, and he wasn't sure if he should answer it- but he did- he answered it because he had the feeling the person on the other end was just the person that had Sakura. But he hoped to whatever God there was up there that he was wrong.
"Hello." Was all Sasuke answered, waiting for the other person on the other end to answer the phone. He remained silent, before he heard what he wished he never had to hear for the time being. He heard the sudden laughter, the same creepy, sadistic laughter he received back when he was in Hong Kong. The same laughter he heard in Sakura's voicemail's. The laughter that belongs to that sick bastard that kidnapped all those woman and performed experiments on them to achieve God knows what. The curling of Sasuke's fingers dug deep into his palm to the point where blood was drawn.
"You surprise me Lord Sasuke ku-ku-ku…" Sasuke could literally taste the amusement that sick bastard was getting from this. As if that bastard couldn't get enough, as if that bastard lived for setting Sasuke off. But then again Orochimaru was always the one that wanted to take down the Uchiha Mafia, or take over. Sasuke's eyes narrowed and his hand roughly held the phone in his grasp, but he restrained some of his strength so he wouldn't break it just yet.
"Orochimaru, what are you planning you sick freak." Sasuke hissed into the phone, his right hand grasping the edge of the counter. He hoped that he didn't have Sakura, he didn't know what he would do if Orochimaru had her in his grasp. But he knew that if anything were to happen Sasuke would not share any mercy on anyone. Because Sakura was something rare- she was an art piece that cannot be replicated. He considered Sakura rarer than all the jewels in the world, because nothing could compare to her. It has always been her. And he would pass through water and fire; enter Hell itself if he had to just to find her. He didn't care if Sakura hated him, as long as he considered her important than that was all that mattered.
"Ku-Ku-Ku always so demanding eh Sasuke…tell me, what was your reaction when you found out that Yamanaka was one of mine…eh Sasuke dear? How does it feel to know that you made the same mistake your older brother did? How does it feel to go against the order of the man that tried to keep her away from me only to deliever her this much closer to me?"
That was what set him over the edge. That was all Sasuke needed to know, because just within that sentence alone Sasuke knew that Sakura was already in his grasp. Fuck-fuck-fuck! His hand banged against the counter roughly, his heart felt so heavy, and he knew that if he didn't control it he could have a heart attack right then and there. He stomach was churning in knots, and his legs felt like they were glued to the floor, and he hoped that Sakura could stay alive long enough for him to get there to go and get her back.
"WHERE IS SHE?" Sasuke yelled loudly it was a stupid question to ask the enemy, but what else could Sasuke say? His breathing was already picking up, and the other person on the phone laughed with sheer amusement knowing all too well that he was getting under Sasuke's skin rather fast. Sasuke felt his shoulders fall when he heard the next sentence spoken from the sick man.
"She fell off a cliff…I guess the game is on ne Sasuke dear?" The call ended with the laughter emitted from Orochimaru's mouth. He didn't know if he should be happy, sad, pissed off, hopeful or something. Sakura wasn't in his grasp, but Sakura had fallen off a cliff….Sakura could be dead and that wouldn't solve anything. Sakura could still be alive somewhere, but Sakura could be dead. His thoughts kept lingering on the fact that Sakura could be dead- dead- dead –dead. He bit his lip and looked down to the white tiled floor, his eyes were burning, and it was the first time Sasuke felt useless since the death of his brother, father, and mother. He was useless…
Go ahead and hide it
Somewhere dark
Somewhere private
The night was cold and crisp, but she felt warm. No. She felt both warm and cold. She didn't know how to feel. She could hear voices, but she didn't know whose voices those belonged to. It was Shikamaru's, it wasn't Neji's, and it defiantly didn't belong to Sasuke. Why couldn't she move? Why did her body feel so heavy? She felt something being placed on her head, something cold and wet. It was relaxing and it felt so soothing, but moments later she felt a stinging pinch on her right arm, and something hot entering her body she didn't know what it was but she still couldn't move.
"Looks like her fever is going down, your pretty good at this Itachi yeah" Spoke the blond as he peered over Itachi's shoulder, watching as he removed the needle from her arm. Itachi sat there handed his companion the small needle that way he can bandage up the small bleeding wound. He cleaned it first with a small cotton ball before placing a small band- aid over it, then wrapping it with a wrap. He noticed her breathing returning back to normal, and the sweat glands she use to have due to her fever finally subsided.
"Deidara, you're becoming annoying. It's late you should retire for the night." His voice calm and smooth, but it held the warning behind the words. The warning that told the blond that he better take his leave and keep his voice down as well. With scoff Deidra folded his arms in front of his chest narrowing his eyes at Itachi, but Itachi didn't even pay any attention to the blond's horrible attempt to try and scare Itachi off.
"And sleep where Uchiha yeah! The girl is sleeping in my room, on my bed yeah!" Deidara hissed. Itachi slowly turned around giving Deidara an uncaring look. It amazed them all at how just a look could tell someone what they had to do, and what Itachi was saying even with no words spoken. He smirked when Deidara finally left the room, and closing the door silently as well. But the smirk died down when he turned back to cool the girl off with a damp rag. Her face had already started to bruise, and her arms held the most cuts, and he figured that she tried grabbing for something, but in her attempt she was banged and damaged. Her right leg was broken, but not too badly to will heal in a matter of weeks.
He didn't eat that night like the others had, he spent the last few hours tending to her wounds. Though he was a cruel man, because of the incident that had happened something in him did change. When he heard the death of his mother he tried to at least honor his mother by treating woman with the upmost respect and care. Treating women like the way his mother always wanted him to, the way his father treated his mother. That was the least he could do for his mother, he wasn't tending to the girl for her benefit it was because that was what his mother would want for him to do.
He knew that she would probably wake up soon, but waking up in a few hours he knew she wouldn't be able to come out of her unconsciousness so fast. People that usually go through something that rough like being swayed away by the rushing tide usually either die, or they are placed in a coma for days. He just hoped that she wouldn't die in the process, because even though he was able to bring her fever down, and give her medicine to heal, there was still that tiny point where she could go into shock at any moment. He knew he wouldn't be able to stay up every waking moment for he too would need sleep, especially after such a long trip. He also knew that if he didn't watch her, she could probably end up going into shock, so with a sigh he stood up from the sat and walked to towards the door.
"She looks as if she's recovering but she will still need to be watched." He told himself. "But I won't be able to tend to her if I am not in the right mind." He added, he turned back from where he stood to look towards the sleeping girl. Watching her intensely, her chest would rise but pause for a second before going back down. Her mouth would let out slow shaky breathes, and he knew she was still far from recovering. His eyes narrowed dangerously, he thinks his little brother really is foolish for not taking better care of that girl. He walked across the hall where his other companion's room was, and knocked three times on the door.
"Sasori" He called the red head male once his door was open. Sasori dressed in black slacks, and a loose red shirt that was fairly large on his body, and Itachi figured that Sasori was already sleeping. However, Itachi knows that Sasori can survive on just two hours of sleep. Sasori stood in front of Itachi, his arms crossed in front of his chest as he waited for Itachi to tell him what just what he need from him so late in the night.
"What do you need?" Sasori asked.
"I need you to watch the girl for a few hours." Itachi went straight to the point, and Sasori's eyes narrowed in detest. He didn't want to baby sit some sick girl that Itachi rescued, why he rescued that girl Sasori didn't understand. However, that didn't make that girl his responsibility, but Sasori knew with the look that Itachi was sending him; he wasn't going to be able to reject. With a tired sigh Sasori nodded and stepped out of his room meeting Itachi head to head, red clashed with onyx, but Itachi didn't stand down. Itachi smirked when Sasori closed his eyes and walked slowly passed him and into Deidara's room.
"Don't do anything to that girl Sasori." It was a warning, because Itachi knew exactly what kind of person Sasori was. Though he looked like a normal person, with an innocent face, Sasori was anything but a sweet person. He could be responsible, and he was good at following orders the right way, but Sasori was also a sick twisted person. He lives for the thrill of killing another person and making them into a human puppet. Literally a human puppet with strings and everything, with a nod Sasori unwillingly agreed and took the seat that once held Itachi.
Sasori watched the girl sleep, his red eyes looking over at how shaky her breathing was. She was recovering he knew, but she was recovering rather slowly. His right hand went up to take the rag off of her head and dumped it back into the bucket of water on the nightstand nearby. He didn't take it out though just let it soak for awhile. While the cloth soaked in the water he let his right palm rest on top of her forehead. He thinks she still has a slight fever, but she should be out of the danger zone. He went over and reached for the already damped cloth and placed it back on her forehead, but not before squeezing it tightly so all the water could come out.
"She would make a beautiful puppet." He smirked while running a finger down the sides of her face. He thinks that if she was being protected by Itachi he would have already had the girl stuff and bound. He found her beautiful even when she was bruised and Sasori wondered just what could have happened to her to be found in the rushing river. His fingers played with a strand of her pink hair, and he wondered just how on Earth could a person's hair be pink? She was unique he thought, and she would make for a wonderful prized puppet, if only he wasn't being threatened by Itachi's fearful warning.
"Such a shame" He whispered, he removed the black blanket that covered her to keep her warm from going into shock from the water. His red eyes narrowed at what he saw, he was intrigued. She was dressed in Itachi's clothing. Why the Uchiha was going this far to nurse a girl back to health was foreign, especially since Sasori never seen the Uchiha ever care for something or someone so much. Sasori think that maybe just maybe Itachi knew this girl from somewhere, and the sinister smirk plastered on Sasori's face hid in the shadows of the darkens of Deidara's room.
A few hours had passed by and day break was already being noticed. The light color shade of the sun rising, and the sweet aroma of the new day was already upon the men that saved the girls life. Sasori was the first to be up since he stayed up all night with the girl, he waited for Itachi to step in so he can go and take rest in his own room. He looked at the girl one more time, before turning to Itachi who had already made his presence known. No one could mistake the dark feeling coming from that man. Without saying a word Sasori stood up from his chair, closed his eyes and walked passed Itachi and out of the room.
Tell me what I can do
To make sure you
Are safe
Sasuke had left Ino's apartment shortly after finishing up punching her wall beyond repair. His knuckles were the shade of dark red they were bleeding and swollen. His mind thought of nothing but Sakura, he didn't cry, he never cried, because Uchiha's don't cry. Uchiha's never hurt. Uchiha's get revenge, and an Uchiha never shows emotions, because that was the rule and code they go by. He was realistic; Sakura had fallen from a cliff. If that were true then the chances of her serving were slim to none. However, what if she did somehow manage to survive the fall? Where would the river take her? But if she did survive the fall the chances of her being found were also slim to none, because no one but hunters come out and hunt.
He found himself in the forest where he guessed Sakura ran into. He scanned the area down to the very last detail. The foot print indented in the muddy ground, followed by eight other foot prints over lapping each other. Broken branches that had hung loosely on from the trees, he could practically see the image of a frightened Sakura running, tripping, and he knew that she was probably frightened for her life. He continued to walk further down the trail until he reached a cliff, the trail of foot prints were still clearly shone. Four sets of two side by side, one other set was at the very edge, and as Sasuke moved further he looked down from where he stood and saw the rushing river crashing into the side of the cliff, and nearby rocks. He cursed as he probably guessed what had happened after that.
He stood still eyeing the river; he never hated water so much before like he did right that moment. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the branches from behind him snap. On instinct he turned around, not waiting to see who it was he ran towards the sound, his hand gripping at throat of the unwanted person who dared to follow. Roughly, as soon as he got a good grip he pulled the person out from the trees and dragged them out to his view. His eyes narrowed in on the person, but at the site of blond hair he instantly released his hold.
"Tsunade you were following me?" He asked coldly, his hands crossed each other in front of his chest eyeing her, giving her a look that demanded answers.
"Well yeah, you stormed out in haste Uchiha. I can't believe you left her alone with Yamanaka honestly. This was the type of thing that you know who worked so hard to keep her away from. If you had done your job and stayed out Sakura's life none of this would have happened." Tsunade hissed, her hands were at her hips, and her eyes told Sasuke all that she pinned all the blame on him. She blamed him for not doing his job correctly, and she blamed him for being careless, and Sasuke knew he was at fault for he was not denying it.
"We are not discussing this now Tsunade. Take some time off from the hospital you're coming back to Hong Kong with me." Sasuke turned his back on Tsunade, it was an order that even if Tsunade wanted to she could not protest against Sasuke's wishes. Because even though Tsunade was older, it was thanks to Sasuke's father that Tsunade had a job, a life, in return for her services, and insight. She knew that Sasuke was not like his father, and she knew that if orders weren't followed the way Sasuke wanted he would crush everything that Tsunade spent years building within a blink of an eye.
"I'll see what I can do Sasuke. I'll try to be at Hong Kong as fast as I can." Tsunade responded, and she was inwardly happy when she received an approving nod from Sasuke. She knew, she could tell that Sasuke was trying all he can not to rip something apart. She knew he was beyond pissed, and she knew what Sasuke was fully capable of once his rage is let loose-and when that happens she prayed to God that it would never happen. Because Sasuke will start a world war greater than the first two that had previously existed. She knew that he would slaughter any living thing, burn anything alive, and he would smile upon their burning or dying flesh, she knew because she had seen it once before if not for that man who knew what would happen. She remembered that man's words all to well.
Those eyes bore the longing of wanting something he doesn't have.
One day he'll be a different person, and his frozen world will spin again.
Tsunade walked up behind Sasuke, placing her hand on his shoulder she looked to what he was watching, and her face instantly fell. Sakura was like a daughter to her, she taught Sakura everything she knew. She went as far as surpassed her, Sakura was her prized student, and she was someone she didn't want to lose. Her eyes looked to the rushing river and she knew exactly with no words spoken, she knew what had happened to her. She wasn't kidnapped or taken just yet, but she had fallen or was pushed off the cliff and in to the rushing river. Tsunade thinks she can't help but wonder why Sakura didn't run to the hospital instead of into the forest? Why didn't she run to the police station instead of the forest? Why didn't Sakura run somewhere smart? Tsunade can't help but feel burdened by why Sakura chose the forest and not somewhere more secure.
"So she fell into the river eh?" Tsunade asked, her question was answered in silence.
"You know there is a high possibility that she could still be alive." She added, but she was replied with nothing but silence. They stayed like that for awhile until Sasuke turned around maneuvering himself around Tsunade so he wouldn't bump into her. The slight touch of their shoulders brushed against each other, but Sasuke didn't even look Tsunade's way, he just stuffed his hands in his pockets and continued to walk. Lost in his thoughts, he was wondering what he would do, and where should he start his search. Instantly he halted, he froze when he realized something, Kiba….Kiba and that mutt of his, he smirks. He thinks that with Kiba and that dog…they could find Sakura…and in a rush Sasuke ran back to where Tsunade was at.
"Tsunade…give me your cell phone I need to make a call." He needed to hurry, because if Sakura was still alive, then there wasn't much time. For one, a person can only stay alive along enough after being swept away by the rushing tide, and two if that bastard was on the hunt for her to see if she was also still alive, then there wasn't any more time to lose. Tsunade immediately pulled out her phone upon Sasuke's request and watched him curiously at just who he was giving a call too. All was silent for a couple of seconds until Sasuke looked up, and she could have sworn she saw just the tiny bit of hope reflecting in those eyes of his.
"Kiba…"
To paint the world in what it really is
Itachi watched the sleeping girl her breathing was suddenly picking up, and he wondered if she was having a bad dream or something. He wiped the sweat glands from her face and from her neck, hoping that the cool towel will help her relax, her fever had broken down completely and her temperature was back to normal. However, he wondered how come she had not awoken from her state of unconsciousness. With a sigh he began to undo the bandages that held all her wounds, but he left the cast he had made for her leg still intact, while he redid the cleaning of her wounds. Itachi thinks, just how would that girl react when she sees him? He wonders if she would be grateful to him for nursing her back to health, but he found himself wondering just what color eyes she would have when she opened them.
It was a few more hours that had passed by when the girl in front of Itachi began to stir, and he could have sworn he saw a tiny color of green behind those close eyelids of hers. He thinks, no he hopes that he was right. He hoped that she was the girl he knew, because if she wasn't then he would feel like an idiot. But he feels ninety-nine percent sure that this was the girl- that this was the girl that he told him about. The girl who needed to avoid their way of life, the girl that needed to stay clear away from Orochimaru, because of what she had was special. Itachi thinks that if this was the same girl, he would probably have to come back out into the open and help protect that girl. Itachi can't help but sigh when he remembered the stupid thing he did to that girl, and he wondered why he would put her through such a thing. His hand went up to her hair and he twirled a strand between his fingers before kissing it lightly.
"Are you her…are you Sakura?" He whispered to her sleeping form fully aware that his words fell on deaths ears, but he didn't know that Sasori was by the door watching the Uchiha intensely. And Itachi didn't see Sasori back away, his eyes clearly widen when he heard the name spill from the Uchiha's lips, Sasori hoped that he heard wrong when he heard Itachi call the name of the girl he wondered it belonged to. He inwardly hoped that Itachi was wrong, because if that was indeed Sakura, the same Sakura that he did that stuff to, then all was lost. It was suppose to remain a secret, and Sasori couldn't help but hope that the kid wasn't going to do anything foolish.
"Damn you Kiyu"
Next time On One New Voice Mail
"So you awakened"
Sakura find herself in a place she doesn't know
"Find her…tear up all of Tokyo if you have to."
Sasuke's search begins
"You…You can't be alive…"
The truth about Itachi finally becomes revealed
One new Voice mail-
"My confession….it's not my blood."
Authors note: So I updated really fast are you proud guys? I was really happy with the amount of reviews I got from the last chapter. And I know that this chapter was mainly about Itachi, but he's going to become a big part of this story, as well as some upcoming new character. Especially with some that have dealt with Sasuke in the past, the story is just beginning now guys, be aware because a lot more drama, violence, heartbreak, and romance is going to upcoming up! One last thing congrates to VibrantShadeOfPink for being the 100th reivewer. I want to say thank you to the rest of the reviews as well that sent me messages, and reviews hoping that I am okay and I want to tell you all that I am doing alot better, but I can say thanks to that little incident my imagination has expanded alot ha-ha. Hoope you guys enjoyed the chapter Hope to hear from you guys soon.
