Hahaha, I enjoyed reading all your reviews you left me. Hateful or not, I still enjoyed. On with chapter four. I'll be playing around with summaries also, I just don't think the one I had before did justice. So I'll be switching it up until I find one I like, and I'm pretty content with the one that's up right now.

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Sakura clenched her fists; she was waking up out of unconsciousness―again.

Pathetic.

Her dull miserable eyes slowly opened, scanning her new hell cell. It was just another bedroom; just as dirty and foul as the last one she had woken up in. But the aura of this one was different; it was darker even though it appeared the same. It was a miserable room, screaming of murder.

There was no window letting the night's moonlight touch the room, everything was black. Silhouettes in her eyes as she looked around.

Dark; she hated it.

She frowned; there was no Naruto to even make this even bearable for her in this room. She would've done anything just to hear his voice, a sense of comfort. She needed him. He was her support beam, and she was his. It was a rare friendship―one that worked.

She scrunched her eyes shut, clenching her jaw. Maybe it was all just a dream, a nightmare that she would soon wake up from. And when she opened her eyes she would wake up back in Konoha safely in her bed, where she belonged.

But wishing―hoping for something like that was silly, and she knew that. But that still didn't stop her from trying, hoping, and wishing.

A soft weep escaped her perfectly shaped lips as she hesitantly opened her miserable eyes, looking around.

Everything was the same as it had been when she closed them; dark, threatening, and hard.

If only wishes came true, everything would be better, brighter, and happy.

Too bad she was wishing too hard. What a shame.

She stared down at her hands, why was she here? If they had only wanted Naruto then there was no need for her here. She would only be a burden to them, nothing more than a doll tossed in the way. There was something she didn't understand and she hated it. She needed to know―wanted to know.

She had been taken from Konoha, her home, her life, her friends, her family, and she didn't even know why.

It was saddening.

Her hands fell to her side, unmoving. She stared into the dark room, her breathing the only thing audible. It was quite, and it didn't bother her as much as it would have.

Thoughts of Konoha plagued her mind; how did they react? What are they doing in case of another Akatsuki visit? Have they sent rescue squads to come and get them? Was Konoha even still there?

Her dull, darkened eyes flashed to the corner of the room where she saw a silhouette move towards her. The shadow was tall, broody. It wasn't an object.

A man?

She followed it with her orbs until it had reached the end of the bed where she had laid. It was just a shadow, but it was intimidating.

She clenched her delicate hands into fists, her chakra hadn't fully replenished yet, but she could resort to normal non-chakra enhanced punches. Her head had rose as she looked up at the shadow that stood before her as she sat on the bed, brows knitted together.

Surely if the shadow―the man would've attacked her by now if he intended to, or killed her. But there was really no difference between the two now, they might as well be the same.

"Sakura."

Sasuke.

A small gasp found its way out of her as her eyes widened at the man, not for the first time. He was here with her in this small room. If she screamed, no doubt she would be heard. But would anyone do anything?

No.

The honestly of the answer hurt, but why lie to herself now?

He looked down at the form on the bed, crimson eyes boring into the Sakura's form. A chill crept through his spine as he remembered earlier events. Her pale frightened face, fallen body, trembling hands; all heavenly.

It should be a sin the way she made him feel.

But it wasn't, and he smirked.

Her pain was godly; he slowly closed his eyes as he breathed in deeply. How pleased would he feel if he completely broke her, shattered her to no repair?

He wouldn't know until he tried.

Naruto walked throughout the room he was captive in, early morning's light sinking through the small window. He clenched his fists tightly to his toned body, flexing angrily.

Sakura slumped heavily onto his back, effortlessly.

But just as quickly as she had fallen against him, she was taken off.

"Sasuke! What did you do!?" Naruto flipped over, glaring at the dark man who held Sakura with one arm like she was nothing but a simple rag doll.

"Hn." Sasuke turned gracefully on his heels, walking towards the door where Suigetsu stood, who was watching.

Naruto jumped to his feet, ready to aim a punch at the retreating man. But his punch was stopped by a blade coming down, slicing through the air between Sasuke and himself.

"Watch it, Kyuubi." Suigetsu sneered at him, eyes digging into him with a deadly intent. "But if you want to fight, then by all means―lets fight." A devilish grin crawled onto his face, "That girl isn't even conscious to stop you now." He shuffled the honored blade, resting it on his shoulder.

"Suigetsu." Sasuke warned, standing in the doorway with the limp body under his arm carelessly. "Stop."

The hued man looked back to Sasuke, nose scrunched in disgust. "Whatever." He slid his sword back into the holder strapped on his back. He turned, following the raven haired man out of the room.

"Sasuke!" Naruto roared as he watched Sasuke turn with Sakura in his arms in the hallway, heading in a different direction.

Suigetsu glared, "Will you just shut up?!"

Naruto sneered at the man before the door slammed shut, carelessly.

And just like that, Sakura was gone.

Naruto pulled at his hair, he could've used the Kyuubi's power. Why didn't he? He scrunched his eyes shut, grinding his teeth.

God knows he would've gotten Sakura back if he used the Kyuubi just this once, no doubt in his mind thought otherwise.

It was a tempting offer, but he knew he couldn't. If he let the demon's power slip just a little bit now, who knows what would happen. He hadn't used it in so long. He might have killed Sakura while beginning in his unconscious state―if he went unconscious. The risk was too high, he couldn't do it.

He couldn't bring himself to succumb to the monster's power within him, he was going to do this with his own power; not the thing's inside him.

He would be strong with his own power.

Too bad that wasn't much at the moment; he was still running on low chakra.

A sigh slipped from him, pinching the bridge of his nose. He needed to rest, but how could he? He was in an unknown place, Sakura was missing, and his childhood friend was behind all of it. It was practically impossible.

He sat at the edge of the stained mattress he had woken up on, shoulders falling forward as he stared at the ground. His sad blue eyes watched as a bug ran around his feet, busy with its own life.

His brows furrowed, what was Konoha doing without him? He was their Hokage, he hadn't even been it for a day and he was already captured. I'm a horrible Hokage; someone else should've been chosen for it. As much as he hated thinking it, he couldn't help but believe it.

What kind of Hokage got kidnapped on the same day they became the Kage of their precious village?

Not a very good one.


Sasuke bent down, looking into her miserable eyes with his insane ones. They were so different, complete opposites. It disgusted him the way she had always been so happy when they were younger. How? How could someone be so happy when there's so much hate in the world?

She had been a puzzle since the beginning, without even knowing it.

The corners of his mouth rose; in order to solve a puzzle―it must first be completely scrambled.

Sakura looked at him, into those dark, deadly eyes. They were full of so much hate, nothing else shone. No other emotion flashed in the depths of them. They were the eyes of a monster, eyes of a killer, and eyes of a sadist.

They were the eyes of the devil.

He smirked.

She cried inside.

The hellish man leaned forward, hot breath tingling Sakura's ear. "Such a tempting puzzle." He whispered into her ear, eyes closed silently.

Sakura shivered, her brows knitting roughly together at his words. What was he talking about? She stared ahead, trying to focus on something other than him, anything. He was too close, too insane, too frightening.

"Sakura." His voice―unpleasant, uncaring, deadly, dark, deep, powerful… everything. He whispered her name, his breath suffocating her ear.

Her eyes widened, her hands clamped onto the bed sheets, hoping for comfort―desperate for it. The hairs on her neck stood unwillingly, her emotions mixed.

Sasuke inwardly smirked, watching her body tense. Breaking her would be more exhilarating then he would've thought. If only he had found this delight sooner, then he would have been truly a pleased man.

But he didn't, and he wasn't.

However; none of that mattered now, because he had found it now. Hope was gone for his true happiness, however; there was no hope for him. God would not shower him with something he did not deserve.

He was a sinner; but he liked the title.

Sakura flinched, feeling his rough calloused hands graze the back of her neck. She wanted to hate him, desperately wanted to. But as he touched her, she became lost.

She became her own prisoner.

He rested his face in the crook of her neck, eyes closed. To anyone else he looked peaceful―innocent. But he wasn't. His life had twisted him, made him something people feared, something they ran away from with fresh tears in their eyes.

He was anything but pure.

There stood a tainted man with the blood of his kills on his hands.

Sakura shivered as a chill traveled down her spine, eyes refusing to look at the man whose hot breath tickled her neck's flesh. Her nails dug into her palms as she clenched them shut, knuckles turning white.

The deadly man smirked into her neck, enjoying every moment of her agony. He was in a sense of bliss as he looked at her through the corner of his dark solid eyes. He traced her jaw line with his nose, hearing her gasp.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted? To be here, with me by you. Doing this." He looked into her frightened eyes before taking her lips with his, his dark raven hair covering his eyes from her view.

A silent, agonizing tear slid from her eye.

It was what she had wanted when she had been younger, but as she grew older she convinced herself she wished for nothing like that anymore. It became just an old dying want.

But as he's lips met hers, maybe she still wanted it―him. She was turning on herself, battling with her emotions.

His hands glided under her shirt, moving around her skin roughly. His hands were cold, almost as cool the room's temperature.

Oh, if only she could just die.

This wasn't what she wanted, far from it.

She wanted something―someone that cared for her. To be there when she needed them, to talk to her when she had too much thrown at her, someone.

This man―this monster… wasn't her someone.

He was a machine, designed for killing without any emotions. He was not programmed to care or love.

He was not programmed with the things she wanted.

Oh, what a shame it was.

The handsome piece of metal was built without a heart.

Her common sense awakened, staring at the man. She released her clenched fists and shoved him off of her, wiping her pouting lips with the back of her hand. Her heavenly green eyes glared at him, it didn't fit her.

She looked too pure, too innocent; such a glare didn't belong on her.

It looked too wrong.

Demon red eyes stared at her, narrowing sharply. Who was she? Who did she think she was, pushing him off her? He was an Uchiha, feared and idled by many. She…

To his eyes, she was no one.

She got in the way, caused too much drama, cared far more than she should; she was a pest. She was and always will be such a terrible excuse for a kunoichi to him.

"Bad idea." His words hung in the air, contaminating it with death and hurt. He leaned forward, reaching out and grasped Sakura by the neck.

Her orbs widened as her air passageway was crushed by his powerful grip. She wailed her feet, searching for the ground as he lifted her up and held her against a wall. Goosebumps spread across her body when her flesh connected with the cold wall behind her.

"What made you think you could do that?" His bleeding red eyes stared at her, questioning her. His vice like grip didn't loosen as she looked at him through near blood shot eyes.

She needed oxygen to breathe. She needed oxygen to talk.

But she received none.

He was getting to much enjoyment out of her haggard state, pleasing his eyes with her shot ones.

Oh, if only all his kills had been like this.

Then maybe he'd kill more often.

Sakura parted her lips, gasping for air. But none came, nothing passed through her passageway to pleasure her dying lungs. Never had she wanted air this badly, never in her whole lifetime.

You don't know what you've got, until it's gone.

"Sasuke-kun, Juugo's loosing it!" Karin slammed open the door, eyes searching for the one and only gorgeous monster.

A snarl erupted from him, he hated being disturbed. It was his own peeve. He glared at the woman he held, the woman he was killing. Slowly his grip loosened, finger by finger before she fell to the ground; fighting for air.

Sakura clutched her throat, pale fingers running over it helplessly. Her coughing was loud, it filled the room. Air stung her deprived sore throat as she sucked it in, desperately wanting more.

Never had something that she'd been surrounded in her whole life been so godly.

Sasuke sneered down at her with annoyed face.

So weak, so pathetic, so helpless.

"Sasuke-kun, we need you!" It was Karin.

He looked back over his shoulder at her, once crimson eyes now a smoldering onyx. Turning towards the door, his soft footsteps pattered against the floor, making Sakura cringe.

She watched him leave, her fingers still roaming helplessly around her throat.

The corner of Karin's mouth rose as she looked at Sakura after Sasuke left. "Serves you right, I bet, bitch."

And she slammed the door shut.

And Sakura wanted to punch herself.

Hard.

So very hard.

How did this happen? How could this happen?

Tsunade sat quietly on a stool at Ichiraku's, glaring at the saké glass she held firmly in her hand. Her mind had been racing since she left the council to suffer, thinking about Konoha's future.

"Aa, Tsunade-sama." Kakashi sat down next to her, closing his book silently as he looked at her through the slit of his eye. "I heard about Naruto and Sakura, the council is not being very discrete about this. I heard them from the hallway."

She sighed, "I suppose not." Her honey eyes focused on the saké she held.

The masked man nodded solemnly, "It's a shame, honestly." He ran a hand through his messy grey hair, combing it out.

"I suggested you." The words fell numbly out of Tsunade's mouth, automatic. She was too caught up in her own thoughts to worry about how she sounded to anyone.

"What?" His hand stopped brushing through his tangled mess.

She tilted her head back as she down the rest of her saké, mindlessly. "I recommended you for the replacement of Naruto—the Hokage." She slammed the small glass down violently on the wooden bar.

"The council's already considering a replacement? He hasn't even been gone for a day. Aren't they moving a little too soon?" Kakashi stared at her, questioning.

"They're afraid. Konoha's in such a chaotic situation right, they don't want an attack happen upon us and have no Hokage to help and represent us." She stared ahead, fuming.

Kakashi's lone eye sunk, looking at the woman next to him. "How did they take to your recommendation?"

"They said they didn't want to hear anymore of my foolish suggestions."

It was quiet; the streets had emptied out of civilians. It was too early for anyone to be up, for anyone to want to be up.

It was ghostly.

Glass shattered, covered the small bar the two sat at. The sound broke through the morning calm, shredding it.

Blood dripped silently onto the bar; running off Tsunade's shaking arm as she stared at it; the dark liquid reflecting in her eyes.

"Tsunade-sama." Kakashi's brows tied together at the sight of her hand.

"Be quiet."

Just as quickly as the cuts presented themselves, they were healed.

Tsunade's honey orbs squinted at her hand, watching the remaining blood still drip calmly.

So much pain in one lifetime, too much.

If she could get out, she could get to Naruto and they could find a way out of this place together—with or without Sasuke.

How?

She didn't know where she was, she didn't even know how far Naruto was from her. Clueless. She didn't know if there was anyone even guarding the door; she couldn't sense anyone, but that didn't mean there wasn't someone there. These were skilled shinobi, missing or not, they were still shinobi and could hide their chakras.

This isn't childs play.

But, oh, if it was.

Everything would be so much easier, so much.

Sakura on the floor where she had fallen, she didn't care to move anywhere. What did it matter if she did or not? She was still stuck in this room.

"Serves you right, I bet, bitch."

Karin's words stung hard.

But the way Sasuke looked at her.

…

Stung even harder.

…

No matter how much she told herself to hate—to hate him, she was still weak for him. She frowned at nothing, her thoughts eating her deafly.

Why couldn't living be easier?

She stood up slowly; clouded green eyes looking at the door Sasuke and Karin had walked out of. She would never find out if anyone was out there if she didn't try.

And so she did.

Her legs numbly carried her to the door, almost robotically. Her body was running itself like a machine would. She turned the dirt covered doorknob, and frowned.

It was locked.

Of course it would be.

Sakura closed her dim eyes as she leaned against the foul door; she had regained a small amount of her chakra. But it was just enough for what she had planned.

She backed away sluggishly, facing the door with dull determined eyes. Pushing chakra to her leg she kicked the door open, tearing it off its hinges violently.

She was free.

Free from the hellish room.

A small smile grew on her lips, but fell just as quickly as it had arrived.

Her pink hair swung as she peaked out the door, no one. That was a relief all in its self; she felt the urge to smile again. But that would have to wait; someone would be coming soon to investigate the noise.

She walked out of the room, the halls lights illuminating her womanly form. Her eyes quickly scanned the hallway, no one was there yet.

Good.

And then she did the only thing she could do, run.

He stared at the wall, eyes glowering. Trapped. That's what he was.

Two shinobi stood at the door, watching, waiting, whispering. They were there, wanting Naruto to just step one foot out for freedom—they prayed for him to do it. It would give them a good excuse to kill. And they would love that.

They were machines just like the others.

Just like him.

Pity.

Naruto clenched his eyes shut, dreaming. Dreaming of what his honest first day as Hokage would've been like if he hadn't been abducted. Nice, happy, pleasing, eventful, fantastic.

It would've been wonderful.

Too bad that wasn't the case.

Blood dripped from his hands, nails digging into the tanned flesh of his palms. Konoha deserved better than him; he was a fool for thinking he could actually make it as the Rokudaime. There was so many better shinboi out there for it.

His dream—his goal, childish.

But that didn't matter now; Konoha would've probably elected his replacement by now. He could only hope that they wouldn't be as big of a failure as he had been.

Hope.

He was losing it—slowly.

His head snapped up, blond hair shone in the light emitting through the small window. He listened the two shinobi argue and yell at the door, someone else was there with them—fighting them. Curiosity got the best of him as he stood up, walking towards the door. He braced himself as he placed his hand of the doorknob, anxious but fearing.

But just as he was about turn it, he jumped back as the door flew off its hinges, landing inside the room with a loud thump. A body lay on top of the door's ruble, limply.

"Naruto."

He looked up at the doorway, eyes focusing through the dust and debris. "Sakura-chan!" A smile grew on his handsome face, eyes shining through the dreary atmosphere.

Sakura nodded with a soft smile, "We have to get out of here." A cut on her face bled, dripping deafly to the floor. "Before anyone comes."

His smile faded, "Hai." His voice not the usual cheery tone, but that was expected after being held prisoner in a room.

"I think you should give up on ever bringing him back."

His smile fell even harder as Tsunade's words rang through his head, eyes becoming just a dull as they were before. Would they really leave Sasuke behind when he could be right down the hall? Maybe? Yes? No? Even after everything he said earlier before, a small part of him still wanted him back.

"Naruto, maybe Tsunade-shishou was right. Maybe our effort is futile after all."

"I guess Sasuke really is a lost cause."

"I wish Sasuke would just die."

…

Of course they would leave him behind.

It hurt to admit it, but it was the truth. The honesty was like a thousand bee's stings, sore, aching, and painful.

"Let's go." Sakura's voice broke his muse; her green eyes stared at him, waiting for his blue ones.

He nodded; confirmation.

No other words were spoken as Sakura's legs darted off, followed by Naruto's. Their steps were quiet, eager. Their breathing was loud, labored. They didn't know where they were going; they didn't even know where they were. They only thing that mattered was that they were running.

To where?

Irrelevant.

From where?

Irrelevant.

They just ran, for their lives, for their freedom, for themselves, for each other.

Too bad they were already caught.

God's own personal demon had already found them.

SORRY! I know; this is the shortest chapter I've written so far; disappointing. Anyway, thanks for reading!

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