Snow White Queen by Evanescence

A/U: A very late birthday present, my dear Iridescent Rain, I had problems with this one and then proceeded to lose all my free-time. I hope it's everything you hoped for! Happy birthday!

Every body part of hers was under his complete control, she could only move when his hand and will said so. The dominance of the situation made Sakura Haruno sick to her stomach. But she couldn't do anything as she was forced to walk down the corridor, her limbs being controlled by him. Her arm rose and took hold of the door handle, turning it slowly as if it would break. Her feet shuffled forward as Sakura grit her teeth, trying and failing to stop them.

The door shut behind her, the darkness enveloping, as she regained control. She was too tired to do anything else than fall to the floor.

Now she wasn't just being controlled, she was vulnerable. Weak, Sakura moved her aching limbs until she could huddle quietly in the corner. Hiding wasn't much of an option, but she could try.

Just outside the door, he sat with his back to the door. She knew he was there, why wouldn't he be? He wanted her for a reason, as a perfect puppet. Why he didn't just kill her, Sakura couldn't know. She was grateful to him, in a way, for not killing her. But what were his reasons?

A tear rolled down Sakura's cheek, making the only sound as it dropped to the floor. Every word out of his mouth, every command, every harsh critic, they stung. She was malnourished and under treated, how did this man expect her to do anything? He asked everything of her, provided both physical and mental torture, and yet he still expected everything of her?

Why? Why did she want his approval? It was a strange concept, but still there.

He didn't know her.

Sakura fell asleep at one point, she wasn't sure when. Long ago she had lost track of time and went in and out of consciousness without knowing the difference. Except for when he entered the room.

His shaggy red hair matched the clouds on his cloak. Sakura hadn't figured out how he walked yet, his stride was long and confident, but not ambitious, and it was sturdy but not overpowering. This man never felt anything when he walked into a room, when he came for her.

Sasori Akasuna, the scorpion of the red sands.

He knelt beside her, studying Sakura's face. He would give her the same speech he always did.

"You belong to me, my Snow White Queen."

Sakura bit back the words trying to escape her mouth. Saying anything would only make it worse.

"There is nowhere to run, my pet."

Her head turned away from his outstretched fingers.

"Don't scream anymore, my love, you're just like me."

"I'm nothing like you."

"Soon you'll see, all I want is you."

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All she saw was blood, it was everywhere. Some of it was hers, some of it her opponents, and some of it belonged to the man in control. Her hair was soaked red, Sakura wondered if the blood would ever fully wash out. The person before her was on the ground, at her feet, blue cerulean eyes pleading with her.

But she was in control. Sasori had let go several minutes ago, and yet she had continued. Why?

She spun around, wanting to know why! Sasori was standing there, just behind her, his arm reaching for her. Kakashi stood just behind him, his hand sticking from her owner's chest. Most of the blood upon her was Sasori's, the stuff was pouring from the hole, gushing across the floor.

Why?

Kakashi withdrew his hand, allowing the puppet-master to fall to the ground. He stepped back, watching Sakura. Her eyes showed the worst kind of fear, the fear for a loved one. Down he went, limbs crashing down with enough force to dent the earth.

She dropped beside him, panicked. Her hands found his life-container, but it was torn to shreds. The remains of his heart beat erratically, clutching to life. Eyelashes fell and opened, irises focused on Sakura's face.

She couldn't save him. She couldn't save him before either, but now it was helpless. She would never be able to save him, though nothing she bled was more tormenting. Her world, the world she had known for an innumerable amount of time, was crashing down around her, and nobody could do anything about it. What was going to happen now?

His hand came up to cradle her cheek. The entire thing felt wrong; the non-temperature of the wood, the mechanical movement, the emotionless face. And yet, everything felt right. This person had spared her life, he touched her with feeling, and his heart was hers. But all he could do was stare as everything divided.

His mouth opened, a small amount of blood coming through his hard lips. No syllables were spoken, but Sakura heard it anyway. "You belong to me, my Snow White Queen."

A/U: Okay, I have no idea if any part of this makes any sense. I had it semi-mapped in my head when I started it, but it twisted into something different. I dropped hints and things everywhere, trying to show just how Sakura felt and what happened in the time-skip, don't know how successful I was.

If you have a song-request and/or pairing request, I would be happy to hear them!