Heres Chapter 2! I know it's a little delayed, but time tends to get away from me...please enjoy!

The morning sun came in trough the window and woke her from her nightmares. Sakura opened her eyes slowly, pain radiating through every muscle in her body. She thought back on the night before, but couldn't remember anything after she'd passed out in the woods. She sat up and ran her finger down the healing gash between her breasts; it was proof enough that it wasn't all a dream. It didn't make her feel like crying. She didn't feel like yelling or punching her walls. She didn't feel much of anything.

She looked around her room catching a glimpse of her self in her full length mirror. Sakura would have cringed at the sight if it had been any other morning. She would have rushed to pad herself down with make up and blush, primp her flat, choppy looking hair, and pull it all back to reveal her electric green eyes. There was no point now, the electricity was gone.

Downstairs she could hear her parents chatting while her mother made breakfast.

"Should I tell them?" She mumbled to herself.

"Who would believe you?"

His voice filled her head like she was there again, stealing the breath from her lungs. The words etched into her mind.

He was untouchable. He was the son of the white fang, star of the leaf village, and she was his misguided student looking for attention. That's the way he'd make it seem. She held her face in her hands, shaking her head.

That's when something accrued to her she hadn't thought of before.

"Do they already know?"

How could they not have noticed? She must have been naked and bloody when she'd gotten home. Sakura ran her fingers through her hair, it was clean and smooth. Someone must have washed it. Her parents couldn't be having breakfast like nothing had happened if they'd known, right?

Visions of him, his smile, his lustful eyes, the deep chuckle he used to mock her, resurfaced. Sakura shivered, if he could betray her, who else could?

She dressed quickly and ran down stairs.

"Mom?! Dad?!"

Her mother spun around, worry written on her face, leaving the eggs forgotten on the stove.

"Are you alright dear?" she asked, her words dipped in guilt. Sakura stepped away from her looking over to her father. He was hiding his face behind a paper, crumpling the edges in his fists.

"Daddy?" she prodded desperately. He didn't answer. Her stomach churned, making her want to puke.

"Look at me!" she yelled ripping the paper away. He looked up at her, new wrinkles between his brows.

"We warned you didn't we? That nothing good would come of you being a ninja." He insisted defensively. Sakura's lips hung open wordlessly as she stared into her father's changed eyes. Cold. Evil.

Her mother reached for her arm, her touch burning her. She slapped her away stumbling back towards the door.

"Honey please, it's not…" Her mother trailed off, her outstretched hand falling.

"Stay away from me." Sakura seethed. She threw the door open and ran, ran with no idea where she was going. She passed familiar faces, people she cared about, people she thought cared about her. Lies. It was all lies. They were all against her. Her legs carried her past the houses and businesses she recognized, she pushed through the crowds, leaving angry shouts behind her. She could feel her wounds reopening and blood dripping down her stomach and thighs as she ran, soaking through her clothes. Memories of that night came flooding back.

She staggered naked through the street, her brain refusing to focus on anything except getting home. Doors of her neighbors slammed shut and lights clicked off in her wake. They didn't want to know. Her front door swung open before she reached it and she fell into her mothers arms.

"Sakura!" she shouted, rushing her inside and wrapping a blanket around her.

"My baby, what happened to you?" Her mother questioned sitting her on the couch and rocking her side to side softly.

"Training…with Kakashi-sensei…" was all she could mutter.

The rocking stopped. Her father had been watching from the bottom of the stairs. She looked up at him with hope. Her father was from a long line of village officers, of course he would protect her. Sakura tried to examine the looks they were exchanging, confused that they seemed to be caught somewhere between disgust, horror, and understanding.

"Mama?" She whispered. Her mother kissed her forehead and laid her down.

"It's alright dear." She cooed, "I need to talk to your father for a minute." Sakura watched her be led away by her father into the kitchen.

"This isn't right at all." Her mother told him, chocking back a sob. "He was supposed to tell us; he was supposed to explain-"

"He wasn't supposed to do anything Jun!" He snapped. She heard her mother back into the table and a glass fall to the floor. "He can do whatever he wants with her! Those are the rules! There's a reason he didn't take students until now." She could barely hear the last part, or maybe she just didn't want to hear anymore. She held her knees to her chest trying not to pay attention to her mother crying as she ran back to her daughters side.

"I told her!" he raged on accusingly. "That Kakashi is just like his father! This is an attack on me, for my father trying to expose that white fang bastard!" He took a deep breath rubbing the muscle between his brows.

"Well," he decided, "she'll just have to live with it now."

Sakura felt the words weigh down on her along with their meaning. She sat up, cringing against the pain from her wound.

"Don't please, please! I'm sorry!" She begged. He crunched up his nose in repulsion.

"Clean her up and put her to bed." He ordered slamming the door as he left.

"You won't let him do it again will you Mama?" She asked fervently, clutching her mother's arms. Wiping away her tears, her mother smiled sadly.

"You heard your father." She answered simply "Now let's get you upstairs."

She didn't stop running until she reached the gate; she ignored the stares from the guards and leaned against a post staring down the road that led away. Away to places she didn't know.

She looked back at her village, what did she know about her own home? So many things she wasn't aloud to know, so many conversations that ended with, "We aren't aloud to talk about that." Sakura knew she was going to be the topic of one of those conversations. She was a danger to the village, a liability if anyone tried to save her and take away the village's best ninja. So they were going to cover it up, bury it deep beneath a Hokages order and a citizens fear of the world outside the village walls.

She felt the instinct to flee from such overwhelming control, but couldn't move forward. She felt like she was being pulled from both sides, nothing to stay for, but to afraid leave.

"Sakura? Are you ok? You're bleeding." Her head snapped back, the familiar voice pulling her back to reality.

"Naruto?" She studied him carefully as he hopped anxiously from foot to foot.

"Is he one of them? Even Naruto?" She wondered helplessly. "I don't know anymore!"

He grew more concerned under her distressed gaze, "That's a lot of blood, maybe you should go to-"

"What was I doing last night?" She interrupted harshly, taking a few sudden steps toward him.

He pulled away from her quick advance in surprise, nearly tripping over his own feet. "What do you mean?" He asked, cocking his head to the side slightly.

"Just answer the damn question!" She yelled. Her voice was shrill and demanding. She had to know, because if he could betray her, there was no one left.

"Okay." He replied quickly, confused but scared. "You were training, right?"

She stared, watching for any sign of deception. Slowly she stepped back and looked at the ground, holding her arm to her side.

"Ya, training." She muttered. The idiot was telling the truth, she should have known he couldn't lie. He was the worst ninja she'd ever met, and the only one with real morals as far as she could tell.

"But if he didn't know then everyone else..."

"Now that you mention it though, Sasuke was acting really weird about it once you left. I said something about how cool it was that you were learning Gen-jitsu and he just called me an idiot and left! What a jerk!" Naruto laughed nervously, trying to win points with the girl of his dreams.

Her hopes were dashed as quickly as she'd gotten them up, a new blade adding to her collection of knives in her back. Sasuke, her first love, he was gone now too. Everything and everyone that she loved Kakashi had taken from her. Her teacher, her parents, Sasuke, they were gone, and he took what was left of her innocence with them.

"Why?" she growled to herself, holding her head in her hands.

"Why what?" Naruto held her shoulders comfortingly, even more concerned now. She looked up into his topaz blue eyes, shining with sincerity. She saw something there she'd taken for granted before, something genuine and pure,

He loved her.

"No," she thought "he hasn't taken everything"

"We should really get you to the hospital." He insisted "Wrap your arm around me, I'll help you walk."

Sakura shook her head, faking a smile. "You've done enough Naruto, thank you. I've gotta go okay, I'll see ya latter." She kissed him on the cheek and left him blushing.

"I can't tell him." She told herself, "Neither one of us could handle it."

As she walked home she held onto the normal way he'd looked at her, a look that was so different from the ones of her neighbors. Pity, scorn, and fear stared her down, and that was from the ones who could bring themselves to even look. She held her shoulders high under there scrutiny, she wouldn't bow to them. She would keep her spirit strong no matter what was done to her body, because they would get what's coming to them.

She'd make sure of it.

Many thnx to all my readers and reviewers, and especially my betas!=)

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