I own nothing! I don't own Naruto or any of its characters! Just the OC's that come with Sarah's previous lifestyle, and even then, they're based off of the people they are in the story.

I opened my eyes, finally pushing off the horrible bands of darkness that had encompassed my mind. I looked around, everything hurting, and winced in pain as I tried to move my left leg. I discovered there were bandages, like what Orochimaru and Kabuto did back home. Right leg – same thing, as well as the left hip. I gasped – my infant was out of me now, and not in the room. That could only mean its death.

I remembered everything in an agonizing Tsunami. I'd almost been raped, and the man had slashed at my legs mercilessly as I struggled against him. It was obvious he wasn't used to people fighting back once he had a knife by the way he was inexperienced when it came to moving targets. He had, however, pushed a gun in places that he shouldn't have. I wanted to scream out in defiance at him and the world, but I couldn't. I couldn't talk – something was stopping my mouth from opening.

I began assessing what was on me – an oxygen mask, the bandages on my legs and hip, the pulse monitor on one of my fingers, the IV in my left arm, the summoning contract on my right arm, a second summoning contract on my left arm (was that – Orochimaru's?) and lotion of some sort on my wrists. I looked around the hospital room – ICU 1027; patient name: Denina Sarah; Diagnosis: Rest, blood restoratives, physical contact. Wait – physical contact? With my conditions currently and what had just happened? No way in a million years! Well, except my kids and maybe, if he was lucky, Orochimaru. I jolted as I heard movement to my right, and quickly assessed who all was here.

Orochimaru had red rings around his eyes like he'd been crying, and was asleep in the recliner (hahah, the old snot!), CSI's Gravem and Satyr had fallen asleep leaning up against each other sitting on the couch, and – for some strange reason – a cloaked figure was standing erect. I couldn't even tell who he was. I could feel his gaze on me, and I stared at him.

"Sarah?" Orochimaru said drowsily as he woke up. "Sarah, thank Kami you're alive. I don't know how I knew you or why we had intercourse, but I know this much – you will never do that to me again."

"Yes, sir," I murmured, wanting to cry. He was denying me my rights as his wife! I wanted to die there, and to top it off our child was dead, and he hadn't even known it was his!

"Sarah, I'm not sure why, but – you will stay with me. You are the only woman I recall having intercourse with, and I won't lose you," he growled into my ear, my body aching with fear as it almost relived the pain from the abandoned factory.

I welcomed the painful waters of passing out.

Orochi PoV

I scolded her to make sure that she would never leave me again, making it painstakingly clear why I wasn't going to lose her and exactly how much I remembered. What I hadn't expected was for her to pass out as a reaction. I almost panicked before I felt my emotions die down – I sighed, happy that I'd brought my Drowzee along with me. I still hadn't decided on a name, but I didn't really need to give him one just yet. I wasn't going to keep him in my party for long – just long enough to get the information from Sarah's dreams that I needed. I nodded to Drowzee, and he maneuvered his hands a little to let me watch Sarah's dreams as she slept.

Sarah PoV

I dreamt of Orochimaru. I dreamt I was back in various scenarios that he wasn't there for, but he was always watching me in one way or another. During the time in Konohagakure, there was always a snake nearby watching me eerily. In Sunagakure it was the same, just with a different species of snake. In Kirigakure, I was always visiting a set of remote islands that everyone feared. A set of islands I knew was Orochimaru's water hideout. The most vivid by far was when I was giving birth to Akuma. I'd been staring at the photo of the three Sannin Tsunade had left in there, and I could have sworn he was watching me through that thing.

The most vexing part had been to watch Orochimaru and my love life. I wanted to puke at everything that I'd done – it was so wrong, yet so right at the same time. It was right because he was my husband and I loved him. However, it was wrong since every man had the same primal urges and seemed to think I was a plaything that they could just destroy and torment as they pleased. I wanted to puke.

The most startling part had been reliving the most memorable times with him at my side. I relived the day I met him and how ecstatic I'd been at him touching me after going so long with people treating me like complete garbage. I fidgeted in my wedding kimono, my breathtaking beauty only far too temporary. He kept spoiling me and showering me with gifts that I had no way to reciprocate for. He'd tinkered with my IPod and my Laptop to make it to where they used my second chakra element, lightning, instead of wall outlets. I'd begun training under him and was mastering more jutsu than Sasuke in one day.

I was dreaming about all those times that he'd forgotten. The same were all those times that I was wondering if it was all really worth it now that he hated me. It was too confusing – I felt like I was playing tug-of-war with myself. He was worth the trouble – or he wasn't. I didn't know which to choose. I wanted to pick the first, but it hurt so much to see how he'd betrayed me. Then again, it wasn't his fault since he had amnesia. On the other side of that coin, though, was that he'd leapt away from me and in front of the car on his own free will, so he probably forgot all about that I existed until I walked in.

I could vaguely hear his voice, but I shoved it away. I wanted nothing to do with him right now. I wanted Jiraiya – Tsunade – Naruto – Kabuto – my brothers – anyone to cling to and sob on that wouldn't toy with my body, mind, and emotions. I wanted to vanish in that dream. I wanted everything to go away forever. I wanted to be alone with my children to get them away from him for a few weeks since he seldom paid attention to us. It came back stronger, and I wanted to get the stupid mask off to tell him to bug off.

I must have taken the mask off, because the next thing I knew, I couldn't breathe at all. I felt Orochimaru's lips crash against mine, and I put my hands around his throat to choke him to death.

I didn't want him. He was too violent, controlling, sadistic, negligent, and obsessed with his other students. He was everything I wanted to be – a leader that nobody disrespected, someone people feared, and wise. He had everything. I had nothing except what he taught me. Now I knew why Anko hated him so much. I'd have to race to Konohagakure and apologize to her for being a bitch about him during the Chunin Exams.

I felt him jerk away in shock, and I grabbed my IV to swing it at him. I wanted him dead, lifeless. He was my husband and the father of my children, but the way he was treating me was beyond wrong. He was treating me as though I was his daughter who he had complete control over and like I was a human puppet almost like Sasori no Akasuna's army.

I swung my IV dangerously, just barely missing his head. Everything hurt when I sat up, and he was lucky I still couldn't breathe or get out of bed. The two CSI's stepped between us to get everything sorted out, and I tried to shove my way past the female so I could have another whack at Orochimaru's head. He more than deserved it. heck, it might actually bring his memories back.

"Die, you arrogant, pompous, over-possessive and obsessive monstrous bastage!" I screamed at him, and he fled the room, possibly the entire building. I settled down, more than happy with how that went as the female CSI put my gas mask back on my face. I glanced over at the CSI's, who were staring at me like I'd lost my mind. I didn't care if the medicine was getting into my head or if it was the pain – I was finally free to express myself without having to worry about the consequences or the threat of impending death.

Orochi PoV

I put my lips to hers in an attempt to help her breathe, and welcomed her hands on my neck. I leapt back in shock as I realized she was going to try to choke me, and stared at her. She grabbed her IV – I didn't even know she had that much strength left in her – and swung it at me. I dodged and felt the breeze of the passing metal near my ear and on my hair. I could tell she was in pain, and I wanted to go up to her to calm her down.

Without warning, the two CSI's intervened, something that was completely unnecessary. Sarah, however, must have been angry at me for probable cause since she kept trying to shove past the officer to get to me. She looked like she wanted to kill me or hit my head again.

"Die, you arrogant, pompous, over-possesive and obsessive monstrous bastage!" she screamed at me, her voice a strangled croaking sound, and I fled the room. I couldn't let her win – I knew she'd attack me again, and I felt my gut well up with emotions that I hadn't felt since childhood. I was hurt, scared, betrayed, lonely, and heartbroken. I raced out to an alleyway to be alone. Drowzee hadn't followed me, but returned to the Pokewalker as Sarah had awoken.

I wish I could have known as a child that the emotional pains were temporary because of death and that there were others around you to help ease the pain, but this cut far deeper. I'd trusted her, and loved her even though I swore as a child that I'd never love another again. I began wondering why I married her in the first place since I was three times as old as her. Aside from the fact that she was young and beautiful, she would look past my experiments and monstrous deeds and see me for who I really was – a human. I was a monstrous human, but a human nonetheless. She would look past my cruelty and find a child who just wanted to be loved, who wanted to fit in somewhere. She knew most of the pains of my past without trying and understood them equally since her past was the same way.

Everything was rushing back now about Sarah, and the gates of my memories flooded open when it came to the memories of her – all those times that she would work on an unconscious experiment with me even though it disgusted her. All the days that she would use doppelgangers to train so she could please me and make me proud. All the times that we argued, and then made it right with sex – her idea, not mine. All the times I would join her in the dojo when I was angry at someone or something not going how I wanted or planned it to. All those times she took care of me when I was sick, and vice versa, which were sadly murky memories whenever I was ill.

I pulled out my mirror, the sister of Sarah's that I'd had made that was made of pewter, and ordered it to show me her. it glowed purple for a bit, then showed me her hospital room. she was panting angrily, and trying to get away to hunt me down. I stared hopefully, wishing that it were to apologize and make up, but knowing that it was hopeless. She'd completely gone insane, her mind tilted on its axis from the medicine. I saw the mirror I'd given her on the nightstand, and right as I saw it, she noticed it. Her fist rammed down on it, breaking the glass, and I almost wanted to cry. I'd given that to her because I saw how much pain she was in at leaving her family – even though they'd treated her like garbage more so than I had – and because I wanted her to see how beautiful she truly was. She never looked in it except to view others' lives, I remembered, and she hated her reflection.

I stopped the flow of chakra to my mirror and put it back in my sealing scroll. A dam broke inside me, and I cried for the first time in decades. I let the racking sobs come with the painful accompaniment of tears, but it didn't matter anymore – she had become a reason to live, a reason to feel again. I was somehow sucked back into the ninja world at that moment, right onto the spot that I'd vanished from.

I was in my familiar room again, the scroll pile now cleaned up – courtesy of Kabuto, no doubt – and everything layered in a small film of dust. Kabuto had performed a jutsu on the summoning scroll that transferred Sarah and I back and forth from our world to hers. Apparently that was what had brought me back home, but it didn't matter anymore. Immortality was almost hopeless if there wasn't someone to spend it with, and Sarah was too far gone to care about me anymore. I sat on my bed, welcoming the hot tears streaming down my face, my back on my pillow and my arms atop my knees so I could cry into them to hide the tears. Not that it mattered – Kabuto would know I was crying anyways, but to others it would look like I'd fallen asleep while studying again and Kabuto had cleaned the mess up to put me into bed.

I curled up in a ball, wondering once more why I fell in love with Sarah. I'd sworn not to love anyone, and for good reason. I'd risked the pain with taking Kabuto in, and had been rewarded with a loyal medic. I'd risked Sasuke-kun because he would have been my next vessel, but that plan was now out of the question. Sarah was gone, I realized. I could attack Konoha again. it wouldn't matter – she'd just hate me more for it since it was our old home. I turned my mind back to my memories to take it off of the woman I loved, if only temporarily.

I let myself fall asleep and look back at what I had been doing my whole bloody hellhole of a life.

Sarah PoV

I stared around me in confusion. Everyone was gone, the room was completely empty, and the room number was now 1031. There were no windows, and my wrists were handcuffed to the bed railing. My ankles were also cuffed to different railings, and I wanted to break free of everything to get away. I felt like I was going to go insane if I stayed here for much longer. Not a single soul was in sight aside from me, not even the nurses and medics, or even cops. I felt the bandages on my legs, and thought back about the intense pain I'd felt as I'd heard medics talking over me.

"Use my blood," I heard a man say – not just any man, Orochimaru, I realized now.

The others had protested before a needle was stuck in my left arm. I knew it was Orochimaru because only he could find my wrist vein when I was so severely dehydrated or losing so much blood. I could feel which wounds he healed, and it had felt like pure ecstasy when he'd stitched my injuries closed. I could almost smell his arousal, but I could most definitely smell his deep, musk, scent of scrolls, metal, earth, and, somehow, an extremely slight, just barely existent undercurrent of hormones, even past all the smells of the operating room.

I laughed at this sudden realization that I'd rubbed off on his scent. I knew it wasn't permanent, but it was just permanent enough to be funny, until it left him. I sighed, missing him. Why weren't they letting me out? And why weren't they letting me eat or drink anything? They weren't even coming in or out of here. I looked at the clock – noon. They should have been bringing lunch in by now.

"Hey!" I yelled angrily, my stomach growling. "Whatever happened to feeding your hospital patients?"

I leaned back on the pillows, my stomach and legs still hurting. Everything hurt in every way. I was officially broken. I was a demolished toy that Orochimaru had destroyed so thoroughly that nobody nowhere could ever fix me. I was a hopeless case, and probably never going to leave this room for the rest of my life. This place that they called my sanctuary would become my hell. Oro's lap was my haven.

Okay, so that was a little out of line. That wasn't my only one, though. My bedroom, Konoha's Forest of Death, one of the experiment labs once I was experimenting with something, you get the idea. Someplace I could be alone, but not for too long without being able to create havoc of some sort.

My routine was pretty much the same every bloody day. Scream at them to bring me food, be forced to wait until nightfall, and then go to sleep and relive my nightmare all over again. No relief, no numbing medicine, no dream-removal pills, just torture. It became routine so much that I'd almost what it was like to be an actual person instead of just a hull of flesh and bones chained to a bed that was to be given just enough food and water to survive.

I'd sat through this same routine until I had been in this blasted hospital for a month, and they had no intention of ever discharging me. If a male medic came in, I screamed profanities until he left, writhing all the while. I didn't trust them – not while they forbade me to wear underwear. For once, I welcomed the cold feel of my menstrual cycle, and the nurses of course didn't give me anything to keep clean with or to clean up with. Bastards and bitches is what they all were. What made it worse was that the rapist had almost gotten away with it – until the CSI's brought up that I'd lost my mind and was still suffering from an extremely severe case of Post-Traumatic Stress syndrome, and was the only survivor of his antics.

Finally, at eight in the evening, I was hungry, tired, and lonely. They'd completely isolated me for the whole month. First they'd prescribed physical contact and social interaction, now they prescribed isolation and the position for sex – what was wrong with them? I was tempted to break the handcuffs and summon Reshi to destroy the hospital, except that that would kill innocent patients.

I was startled at nine in the evening by the two female CSI's walking in. The first social interaction I'd had in a month, and it was cops. I didn't care – I wanted out, I wanted freedom, I just wanted to talk to someone, to cry on someone's shoulder, anything to do with society.

"Hey," CSI Satyr said as she sat down. I began fighting my chains, attempting to get to her.

"Help," I pled. "Get me out of here, please. I haven't eaten all day, I'm hungry. I want out, they won't let me leave the bed, not even to go to the bathroom! They won't give me a bed pan, they send in male nurses whenever I call them for whenever they do give me a bedpan, and they won't give me anything for my menstrual cycle!"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down!" CSI Maple said furrowing her brow and pulling out a tape recorder. "In a talkative mood today?"

"Miss Maple, I haven't had social contact with another female since they handcuffed my wrists and ankles to this bed. The male nurses – if you can call them that – it's like they're not even medics! They take one look at me and start firing off sexual remarks about my chest and hips!" I whined. "You don't know what it's like to be treated like an object instead of a person! And why the heck am I even in this room? Which part of the hospital is this? And why would anyone prescribe isolation right after prescribing social contact? It doesn't make sense!"

"One thing at a time, Miss Denina," CSI Maple said calmly. "I think I do know what it's like being treated like an object instead of a person – that would be what my marriage felt like, which is why I divorced him. You're in this room because they think you're mentally and emotionally unstable, it's the psychiatric ward. The suicidal/homicidal unit, however, given the fact that you were traumatized and reliving the memories in your medicine induced sleep, it's almost natural to feel like everyone's a threat. As for the third question – I think you know the answer to that."

"Hey, he attacked me!" I protested.

"He was going to give you mouth-to-mouth," she corrected.

"Right after I'd almost been raped right before I'd lost consciousness outside the hospital? I don't think so," I scoffed. "That sadist is like the Phantom of the Opera – he'll kill whenever he doesn't get his way, you just watch. Any day now he'll kill someone in cold blood."

"Sarah, he's been gone for a month. He never came back after you cussed at him and told him to drop dead," CSI Satyr explained quietly, and I froze. I had no recollection of screaming that.

"I don't remember yelling at him. I remember swinging my IV at him when I felt threatened, but not cussing at him," I said warily.

"Yes, you did. Gravem and I both saw you," she said firmly, looking me square in the eyes. She must have gotten her girls mixed up – I would never cuss at Orochimaru. Would I? Then again, he deserved it for being a heartless bastard and should go gift wrap his male parts and hand them to me on a silver platter.

"Oh, dear Neptune," I murmured. "I really did cuss at him. What have I done?"

Ruined everything that you could have dreamed about in the ninja world and so much more potential that you had in this one is what you did. Follow me, and I can make you so much stronger than what Orochimaru can give you. Come to me, and I can make you the equal to Uchiha Madara, a voice sneered into my mind. It was tempting at first, until it told me I would be equal to an Uchiha. I would never be an equal to an Uchiha – I was better than them. I could vaguely hear the two CSI's talking to me and saying something to me, but I couldn't quite make it out.

"Shut up!" I screamed out, gripping my head like Sasuke had when Itachi had showed him the Uchiha massacre as a five year old. "You lie! Uchiha Madara's life is lower than garbage! Uchiha mean nothing to me! Uchiha are pathetic and worthless, lying, murdering filth!"

I never stopped cussing until they finally backed off. I writhed against my chains, and began fighting a war within myself. Orochimaru deserved to die for letting that man slash me and rape me using a gun. He did, however, save my life by sewing shut some of my injuries, and giving me a lot of his blood. My life was such a losing battle and a failing grade no matter what I did. I would never be strong enough to amount to anything. Not now, not ever. If they'd done a phyciatric evaluation, they'd have labeled me as a schizophrenic with some serious bipolar and trauma issues. I was screwed up all around, like all Otonin.

I wanted out. I would do anything to get out. Orochimaru's house was better than this, and that was saying something since his house was comparable to a hellhole by Konohagakure standards. Finally, something inside me broke, and I began screaming in perfect Japanese at them to tell them to kill me. They had no idea what the heck I was saying, and a medic soon raced in to give me something. I didn't know what it was, but I didn't care anymore – medicine or murder, I didn't care. If it got me out of this room, I didn't care what it did. Like I said before, I just wanted to get out, dead or alive.