I don't own Naruto
Sorry if there are any grammer mistakes, I'm really bad at editing
"Sakura, where have you been?" Ino shrieked as she walked into the living room of the giant Yamanaka house, dropping the curling iron she had been holding and pouncing on the girl.
"What do you mean idiot, I haven't been anywhere!" Sakura said hotly, shaking off the frantic blonde and dumping the excess clothes that she had been struggling to carry on a nearby chair.
"Sakura, you're two hours later then you said you would be, we were both worried.." Tenten replied slowly, her concern evident in her eyes.
Sakura's eyes widened as she pulled her phone out of the back pocket and saw the time, as well as the several missed calls and frantic text messages. She rubbed the back of her head, looking sheepish. "Sorry, I got a bit lost."
Ino looked like she had wanted to say a lot more than she had, but one glare from Tenten had shut her up really quick.
"You have given me no time to work on your face Sakura, I need time woman!" Ino shouted theatrically as she started pulling out all types of cosmetic contraptions. Sakura shivered, slightly frightened.
"She was actually really worried about you Saks" Tenten whispered, grabbing her hand and pulling them over to their eccentric friend. "Let's get this over and done with" Sakura groaned her approval.
"So what are you wearing tonight? It'll be super sexy yeah?" Ino asked casually as she went about applying all sorts of different things Sakura didn't recognise.
"I'm wearing this." She said, pointing down to the jeans and t-shirt that she usually rocked. Ino looked like she had just suggested they attend a Ke$ha concert.
"No way we are leaving the house with you in that girl, I will not be seen by Ita-kun with my friends looking like boys!" She screeched
"No one said that your had to be seen with us." Sakura said smiling sweetly as Ino threw several different tight bits of material at her.
"Whatever sweety." Ino replied sweetly, not even bothering to look up. "OMG. This is perfect." She declared, holding up a tight fitting golden dress.
"Not happening." Sakura said hotly. Five minutes later she came down the stairs, a dirty great frown on her face as she tried desperately to pull the hemline of the damn thing down.
"I look like a to work the corner." She whined, covering her body with her arms.
"Nahh Sak, you look hot!" Tenten cried happily, clapping her hands together happily.
"Lets go then yeah!" Ino shouted excitedly, pushing the two out the door.
Sakura stopped when they reached the car.
"Ino.. I can't." She said, voice strained.
"I'm wearing shorts. There's a bike in the garage, I'll take you over." Tenten said kindly, putting her hand on her shoulder.
"It's fine, ill drive behind you guys. Don't go to fast, I don't want you to mess up all my hard work!" Ino said, not unkindly.
"Thanks guys" Sakura whispered, smiling softly.
"Are you hungry Sasuke-kun?" Orochimaru taunted, holding an apple above the teenager as if he was some kind of donkey after a carrot on a stick. Of course he was fucking hungry. Orochimaru had denied him any food for the last three days, he was skin and bone as it was. He looked at the foot with crazed eyes, crouching as if ready to lunge at the food at any given second.
"Yes." He hissed, arms reaching out, growling as Orochimaru swiftly moved it out of his reach.
"Well then you must do me one tiny little favour." The snake man's smile grew wide, promising pain if he dared refused. But that was the least of his worries at the moment. All he wanted was this damn food.
"Anything!" He hissed back, though regretting his words straight away. Orochimaru signaled his man, who dragged in a whimpering and bloodied man of no more than forty.
"This man was selling in my area Sasuke-kun, you know that won't do." Orochimaru handed him a long blade, a katana.
"Teach him what happens to those who cross me, though make sure he is alive to tell others of his lesson."
Sasuke had stopped listening. His eyes were firmly placed on the shining blade in his shaking hands.
"No, I can't I won't." He whispered, voice breaking.
The guard behind Orochimaru drew his own blade at his words, as if expecting them.
"Him or you Sasuke-kun. Him or you."
Sasuke awoke suddenly, the horrific images that played through his mind shaking him from his slumber. The comfort of the bedroom was slowly diminishing as the sun went down and the shadows crept in, he started to the small sense of security that he had desperately held onto for the past twenty four hours. He sat up, wincing as pain clenched his side. Standing up slowly, he stumbled down the empty corridors, intent on exploring the foreign house he had somehow ended up in. The place was massive, winding corridors that seem to go on forever, doors to rooms that couldn't possibly be needed. Something that was very familiar to him once. He frowned at the thought, shaking it from his mind. That was a time that was long gone, that would never come back, That wasn't his life anymore.
He opened one of the doors, finding to his pleasure an overly large and quite possibly unused bathroom. Stripping down slowly as to not antagonize the already aching wounds.
Even with the burning pain of the hot water running down his skin, Sasuke felt like he was in heaven. It had been a very long time since he had been allowed the privilege of warm water, and it was well worth the pain for the small comfort. Drying himself quickly he caught sight of himself in the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, hardly recognising the gaunt emotionless looking creature that stared back at him. He had changed so much in the past few years that it was hard to believe that it was even him. He limped out of the bathroom, intent on searching for some clothes, as his own were already torn and bloody. He stumbled quickly through the rooms, looking for some kind of sign of a male presence, a father, or a brother, when he found a room that was unmistakably the master bedroom. The room was so well kept and neat that it was stifling. There was no feeling of life in it, obviously not being used for a long time. He picked up the picture frame on the table, examining the happy faces of who were obviously the pink haired girl Sakura's parents. It was obvious by the striking pink hair of the smiling women and the emerald green eyes of the male. He felt a twitch of annoyance at the big grins on all three in the photo, resting it down on it's side. It reminded him to much of the old days.
Finding an old tracksuit in the back of the closet he dressed quickly.
Now what to do? He wondered to himself, incredulous. Realistically, he should be getting out of the strange house as quickly as he possibly could. But he could not bring himself to leave. He told himself over and over it was just out of fear of being found, but in reality it was because it was one of the first times in years that he had been shown any small amount of kindness.
At the first chance that she got Sakura retreated into the dark depths of the corner of the party, praying that no one would come looking for her. She hated these stupid social events, not liking having to keep up the happy, chatty facade for so long for so many people. At the first chance she had got she had removed herself from the crowd, ignoring Ino's calls and walked onto the balcony, pulling down her dress as she went.
"Damn Ino, make me wear this shit." She muttered grumpily, trying to make it a decent length.
"I think it looks fine." An amused low voice came from the corner of the balcony, causing her to jump and whirl around.
"Itachi-Taicho, what are you doing here?" She said surprised, trying to gather herself.
He raised an eyebrow. "I am here for the party..." He said slowly, as if speaking to a ten year old.
"I realise that." She said annoyed, folding her arms. "I meant out here with me, not in there mingling and doing what you do best."
He laughed softly. "That is in no way what I do best. I dislike crowds of people immensely"
"But you're president of the school council." She said incredulous.
A dark look past across his face and he looked away, leaning on the railings of the balcony. "Because of my name, not because of my character." He murmured.
She could see very clearly the pain in his eyes, something that she recognised so well. Without even thinking, she moved her hand to cover his.
There was a lot more to Itachi Uchiha than she had first thought.
The two did not notice a fuming blode girl watching from the window.
"Sasuke-kun, come here." His voice soft and slimy, causing him to shiver. He sat in the corner, arms raised over his head, trying to make himself as small as he possibly could. He was only seven years old. He didn't understand.
"Sasuke!" The voice was angry now. Sasuke held back the tears that were threatening to fall. When that man got angry, he always look it out on him. Always.
The pale men peaked around the room, spotting the little boy in the corner easily. Orochimaru leant down, grabbing the collar of the boys shirt and hoisting him up in the air, ignoring the screams coming from the boy.
"You should know Sasuke, there is no where you can hide from me. I will always find you." He slammed the boy against the wall, ignoring the whimpers that erupted from his chest. He pressed his lips to his ear. "You will never escape me."
"NO!" Sasuke jerked awake, swinging his arms like crazy, knocking the glass of water that he had gotten himself onto the ground with a smash.
He cursed under his breath, gathering the shards off the ground quickly. Of course, one of the sharp edges cut through his pale skin.
"Oh god Sasuke, what are you doing?" He looked up to see Sakura entering the kitchen. His eyebrows rose slightly as he took in her rather well fitting attire, subconsciously making a mental note that she looked exceptional in that particular dress.
"I'm sorry." He muttered, slightly embarrassed as he clutched the cut in his hands. He was feeling like a bit of an idiot, she must think he was such a clutz.
"It's fine don't worry about it." She looked up, her bright smile startling him slightly. She stopped suddenly, startled by his clothing.
"That's my father's tacksuit." She said surprised, reaching out and touching his arm slightly, startling when he quickly moved away.
"Hn, my clothes were all torn, hope that's okay. I'll be gone before they get back." He said hurriedly, noticing the sad look in her eyes. He lent away from her arm again, though without being fully aware of it himself. The last few years had caused him to hold a fear of being touched. It had been a long time since anyone had touched him with any sort of fondness.
"Ahaha It's fine, they won't be coming back. They died earlier this year actually. It's just me here." She laughed bitterly, sitting on the floor next to him.
"I'll go change back." He said softly, suddenly understanding, and feeling terrible at the line he had probably crossed. God he was stupid.
"No, don't." The smile from before was back. he examined it carefully, looking for sign of doubt. He found none. "Looks good on you." She blushed, realizing what she had said. "It's a tack suit Sakura. It looks good on no one." He smirked slowly, laughing at the mortified look on his face.
"Well anyway, I want to check your wounds. Then food, don't know about you, but I'm starved." She quickly changed the subject,standing up and offering him a hand. He got up slowly, refusing help even pain shot up his back.
"Hn. Sounds fine."
"He's going to come for us Naruto, we have to move!" A brunette boy with red tattoos on his face roared back at his blonde friend. They had been fighting all morning. They had to move, it wasn't safe.
"He know's that we know Sasuke. He's going to come for us now that he is missing." Kiba pleaded, for he was scared, more scared then he had ever been before. These people were crazy.
"Teme might come back here, we can't leave, can't let that psycho get a hold of him again." Naruto shouted back, just angry. He had left four dozen messages on his friends phone, but to no avail.
And it was getting bad. Word on the street was that Orochimaru himself would soon join the search.
"Stay safe bastard, we'll figure something out." He whispered to himself, leaning against the wall of their hideout.