It was around one in the morning when she finally was able to come out of her hiding place and get to work. Who knew that people in morgues actually wanted to be here longer than necessary. No matter, she had at least five hours until someone came to open up the building again. She only needed about ten minutes.

But due to incompetence, it took her a good three hours just to find the damn body. This place really did need to be organized better, she had only stumbled upon his body because of its strange resting place, which happened to be five feet in front of the door to the air tight room where bodies that were currently being worked on were being kept. It was a bad idea to store them there of course, if enough oxygen got into the room, the bodies would begin to decompose immediately. Luckily, it wasn't her problem.

She tossed the body onto the table and pulled off all of the material and plastic they had wrapped him. He looked even worse than the last time she had seen him, and that time had been pretty bad; she didn't feel the need to describe it.

After a few deep breaths, she place her hands on the body and began the healing process. Forming and reforming cells, skin and tissue on a dead body always took a few minutes to do, and once she was done, it was attaching everything back together correctly and reattaching nerves that really got to her. The only thing that kept her going was the thought of Madara covered in blood, his own blood, and begging her to spare his pitiful little life.

After a few more minutes, his body began to radiate heat and she felt a weak pulse. She sent a small shock of electricity towards his heart, and he shot up, coughing and breathing deeply; it made her feel like Dr. Frankenstein in a way. He looked towards her for a few moments before going into one of the most annoying little rants she had ever heard.

"Where the hell am I?! Who the fuck are you?! Where is my money?! Why in Kami's name am I naked?! Get me some God damn clothes you bitch!!"

"Madara - Blood covered - Begging for his life." She thought to herself before taking in a breath and grabbing his throat, effectively choking/shutting him up.

"I suggest you be quiet before you end up being a corpse again, asshole. You are not the one in control here, I am. Now then, I will let go of your throat and you will listen to me. Do we have an understanding here?" The man who was currently turning blue nodded. She released his neck and he inhaled deeply. It took a few moments for him to regain the ability to speak without coughing.

"Who are you?" He asked calmly.

"My name is Sakura Haruno, but you shall refer to me as Sakura-hime or hime. I've brought you back from death for a reason, Kakuzu. Which is mainly to serve me as a guard, errand boy, or anything else that I please."

"What makes you think that I'll-"

"You will, of course, be paid for these services. And once my plans have been completed, you will be given a very large sum of money."

"How much money are we talking here?"

"If everything goes as planned, about a quarter of the worlds currency."

"You are most definitely and completely shitting me."

"Believe what you want, Kakuzu. But do you really want to miss out on a chance to be the wealthiest man on that the world has ever seen? I think not." Kakuzu thought for a moment before sighing.

"You are by far the most annoying bitch I have ever had the displeasure of meeting," Sakura's eye twitched slightly, "But I like that about you. I suppose that we can work something out."

"Excellent, now then, we have to go and get my other little companions."

"There will be others?"

"But of course, my dear Kakuzu, I need more than one guard you know." She said as she walked towards the door that led into the main part of the building.

"I have one more question." Said Kakuzu.

"Yes?" She asked turning to him.

"Am I supposed to do this job without any clothes? Because I really don't mind." He said, looking her up and down.

"Keep that up and there will be no money for you what-so-ever."

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After a few minor arguments about how they should proceed to leave the village, Stitches, the name Sakura had dubbed him, actually came up with a plan that didn't seem like Naruto had come up with. It was surprisingly quite simple. Kakuzu would run around the village gates and surrounding streets causing minor destructions and making it seem as if a rogue had gotten into the village. Sakura would then try and apprehend him, and follow him over the gates, where she would then yell back to the guards to inform the one Danzo had put in charge of the village while he was absent to attend the meeting immediately while she chased after him. It would give them enough time by them to get into the forest and escape.

She wasn't surprised to see that her fellow shinobi fell for the act hook, line, and sinker. It was painfully obvious that it was all an act. What rogue nin would actually go into a village and draw attention to himself? Even as academy students we had learned that going unnoticed it the only way to survive. It would be easy for Madara to overthrow Konoha with a coup if the village continued this way.

They had stopped after a few hours of traveling to rest in a small town and had rented out a hotel room. Kakuzu wasn't exactly the easiest to deal with when it came to spending money, but after a few good punches to the gut he had become compliant.

After they had dropped off the few belongings in their room, Sakura had dragged the newly revived immortal to a clothing store for a new wardrobe. The whole red shirt, black shorts and white apron really was getting annoying. She wasn't playing the role of the innocent sixteen-year-old girl anymore. Konoha's little princess was gone, and an extremely pissed off goddess, with a certain and soon to be dead Uchiha who needed to be dealt with, was here in her place.

"Most we do this?" Asked the immortal in a tone that clearly stated that he was bored. Kakuzu had never been one for shopping, it was boring and he really didn't care for clothing. Mainly he hated it though because it meant spending money.

"Yes, we do." She answered before grabbing a few things off the rack, a pair of shoes from the shelf, and walking into the dressing room.

Sakura undressed and slid the new clothing on. The strapless red midriff gave a nice view of her toned stomach and the tops of her breast showed. Her skirt was a black mini with two straps that held both pieces off material together. After pulling on pair of extremely short black shorts and black lace up heeled sandals, she was done

When she walked out of the dressing room Kakuzu nearly fell out the chair he had been occupying. Somehow she had made her hair grow so it reached her thighs, her breasts were bigger, and she had the face of a beautiful adult woman.

"How did you manage to look like that?" He questioned, looking at her attire, and constantly glancing back towards her chest.

"This is how I normally look. Once I decided to live in the village for a while, I had to use chakra to change myself into a seven-year-old child, then a preteen, and finally a sixteen-year-old girl. But it uses up too much of my chakra, so I didn't have much left to use for other things. Now that I'm gone, I don't have to change my appearance."

"So you've been playing this charade for about nine years?"

"Pretty much. But there were times when my cover could have been blown."

"Like when?"

"I don't wish to discuss it." She said. The conversation then ended.