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Reiko-chan

Sasuke had watched as Sakura stepped out of the bathroom. Noted every look of anguish, pain, and remembrance that had crossed her face when Naruto had told her to sit. She may have grown up but her emotions hadn't seemed to have change since they were young.
Her fresh cuts and bruises now faded with the small amount of time Sasuke had spent away from Sakura, but he still saw the red cut that Sasuke had given her when he pushed Sakura. He inwardly winced and let out a sigh through his nose. He found his childhood friend, and smashes her against a wall. Sounds like an introduction to murder.
When she had forgiven him he resisted the urge to roll his eyes but it cleared his conscience a bit. At least he didn't have to worry about that. But the mother part... That was something that bothered him. He would meet the woman that took in Naruto, Sakura's mother, at last. Sasuke guessed she was good-looking, most likely also pink-haired, probably didn't look her age...
The doorknob turned and Sasuke turned his attention to the newest person in the room. She had hazel-green eyes, with short blonde hair that cupped her head, about Sakura's height. Her eyes burned with wisdom and the love that mostly all mothers seemed to hold. But the years had worn on her, Sasuke saw that. "Momma!" Naruto leapt up and hugged the woman who laughed.
"Alright Naruto, come on, I think Sakura needs a hug." The woman said and of course the dobe launched himself at Sakura who squealed and began running around. The whole room was filled with laughter as if it had been like this all along. Sasuke's eyebrow twitched but he smirked when Sakura threw Naruto across the room. "And you must be Sasuke."
Sasuke's attention turned to the woman and he stood holding out his hand. "Yes, pleasure to meet you Ms. Haruno."
The blonde chuckle and took Sasuke's outstretched hand. "Please call me Mebuki, or even Mom if you like. Sakura must have forgotten to mention that." If Sasuke didn't know motherly glares, he would have thought Mebuki was sending Sakura a death glare. Sasuke retracted his hand and followed Mebuki's gaze. He saw that Sakura had Naruto in a choke hold and connected his palm with his face. "Hey, kids." Sasuke watched in mild amasment as even Naruto came to attention at the sound of Sakura's mother's voice. "Naruto get us some drinks. From what I can tell Kizashi has pulled poor Sasuke into this too. So I'll order a pizza and we'll talk about this. Calmly." Sasuke was glaring at the ground for being called 'poor' but watching Naruto rush off at Mebuki's words, he didn't think he wanted to cross this woman. He couldn't see how the anger seemed to radiate off of Sakura.
Sasuke smelt a new wave of cigarette smoke and when he looked up he expected Sakura, but it was her mother instead. Truly that didn't surprise him but when Sakura lit up beside her, Sasuke was prepared for another one of Mebuki's glares but none came. Instead Mebuki took out her cell phone and sat down where Sasuke had been sitting. Naruto came back in with four beers and Sasuke took his gratefully. His calm Wednesday had turned upside down and had ran down the street.

The young Haruno bit into a slice of pizza before she looked over to Sasuke. He seemed agitated by her mother's explanation. But Mom had told him the truth. Well half of it. Simply putting years of abuse into one sentence. 'Kizashi simply wants a way into our lives again, and thinks that you, Sasuke, are a possible loophole.'
But how come it felt like more? Why did Sakura feel like Kizashi had bigger motives than using Sasuke as just a loophole? Maybe the small package could explain somethings... They had yet to open it and now it was just mocking her by sitting on the table. Taking a drag of her smoke, Sakura looked over to Naruto. He had fallen asleep on the floor, of course. With a role of her eyes she focused onto the package and she suddenly felt a bead of dread sliver down her spine. "Hey, Mom?" Sakura watched with the corner of her eyes as her mother turned to face her from the magazine she had picked up. "Can we open the package?"
Naruto seemed to bolt up as if someone had poked him with a hot coal, except for once he seemed focused. Mebuki took a deep breath and Sasuke seemed to tense. Sakura couldn't tell from the other side of the small living room. "Go ahead..." At the moment her mother's voice faded off Sakura grabbed the wrapped box and ripped it open. It was small, but not to small and Sakura's curiosity sent her imagination wild. Too bad she guessed right on.
A human heart lay in the centre of the cardboard box that Sakura had on her lap. She didn't register the scream that ripped out of throat, or the fact she was grabbed and placed into the arms of someone strong. She didn't feel the burning tears running at top speed down her face. The sobs that crippled her small body, didn't even know it was happening. It was so out of body. Her father had sent her a heart? A human heart by the looks of it too. Sakura was beginning to study that with the little amount of medical textbooks she possessed. Had Kizashi killed this person whose heart now lay in her living room? Sakura didn't know. She wasn't sure she wanted to know...
Sakura's senses began to come back to her. First her hearing.
"What does it say?" That had to be Naruto. He sounded far off... Wasn't he the one holding her?
"That fucking son of a bitch!" Her mother. Period.
Sasuke's voice was the last one and Sakura felt the rumble of his chest. So Sasuke was holding her? "We have to notify the police." Why was Sasuke holding her?" Wasn't he across the room when she last had looked? Why wasn't Naruto being the protector? Wait... What was she thinking? Sakura Haruno didn't need protecting! She had dealt with uglier things than a human heart! For fuck sakes she was supposed to become a Surgeon!
Sakura opened her eyes and was met with Sasuke's black t-shirt. She was then hit with her sense of smell. God Sasuke smelt good... Shut up woman! Get up! "You can let me go now," Sakura said her voice cracking a bit. She felt Sasuke tense and look down at her before he took a sharp intake of breath. He gently let go of her and Sakura found herself on the couch the farthest away from the heart. She blinked and sat up gaining the rest of her senses back as she noted the three pairs of eyes on her. But she focused on the box and stood going over to it. No one stopped her, not even her mother.
Sakura now stood in front of the box on the table and she looked down at it with a piercing glare as if it would suddenly go up in flames. No one dared breathe as she took the lip and opened it once more. As she studied the heart, her instincts kicked in. All those extra Biology classes had been worth it. "Human heart, young by the looks of it. Naruto hand give me your shirt."
"Me? But why? Why not Teme's?"
"Give me the damn shirt you idiot!" Sakura hissed through clenched teeth. She didn't remove her eyes from the bloody organ that lay before her and grabbed the shirt Naruto had so kindly stripped for her. She wrapped her one hand in it and took the heart in her make-shift glove. A small amount of black blood was squished out and Sakura narrowed her eyes. "A few days old by the stiffness and look of the blood." She stated matter-of-factly before placing the heart back down into the box. She then noticed the writing on the lid. Sakura glanced up at Sasuke who had moved himself to stand in front of the pinkette. His lips were pulled into a firm line, his face paler than usual, and his eyes seemed to flash with an emotion Sakura didn't recognize. But Sakura didn't ponder long, she looked back down at the messy script of her father's hand.
My dearest little cherry,
Did you like my gift? A little birdy told me you wanted to become a doctor! I hope this helps your studies, I found it myself! I hope you're doing well, I see you have been reunited with Sasuke again, ne? Well he seems like a fine man. If he mistreats you I'm sure Naruto will have something to say about that!
Anyway, I hope you know you have become a fine woman. You're simply beautiful just like your mother! Of course that cheating bitch will never know true beauty if it slapped her. This is a little reminder of what I can do. I hope you realize that your mother and yourself will soon be like this guy. Chopped up. And Dead. DEAD DEAD DEAD.
Good-bye for now!
Kizashi.
Sakura wasn't a profiler like Reid on criminal Minds, but what she had read just now? True psychopath. A very murderous psychopath. Sakura took out another cigarette and lit it up. She sat back down into the chair she had been sitting on previously and took another deep drag of the tobacco stick. No one spoke. No one moved. Then Sakura's mother spoke up.
"Well... I think he violated the divorce arrangements."