DISCLAIMER: This story is solely written for fanservicing. All known characters and plot lines belong to Masashi Kishimoto and the publishers of the Naruto series. I am merely a fan who wishes to write her alternate story to the Naruto manga. The title "In The Name of Life" is taken from Joe Hisaishi's soundtrack of the film 'Spirited Away', by Hayao Miyazaki and Studio Ghibli. This fanfic is not intended for lucrative purposes.

In The Name of Life

Chapter X

"Women have to be strong in order to survive." ~Haruno Sakura

Inner Sakura didn't want her to give up. The words she once told Ino repeated in her mind, like a mantra, trying to convince her system that she had to stay strong.
Her throat hurt for screaming so much. The special potion made her feel like her insides were incinerating. Everything hurt. Zetsu made her scream so loud that her voice echoed in the whole cave. He took pleasure in her pain.

"Sasuke wasn't very happy with your game, wasn't he?" Black Zetsu's half-face was merely inches away from hers, ensuring that she heard every single word he said. "Well, it's too bad that he can't see you playing our favourite game."

You sadistic piece of shit.

She screamed. Again. But this time her voice was not protesting for all the suffering and torture. Instead, it was defying what Zetsu planned on doing to her. She continued screaming as loud as ever; the last time she'd screamed this loud had been back in her gennin days, when she was still considered weak.

But I'm not weak. I'm stronger than this.

"Shut up, you bitch!"

CLAP!

Her cheek felt swollen.

"So fucking annoying," Black Zetsu complained.

His other half would not have hit her. Sakura had found that the Akatsuki member had a strange combination of two minds speaking to one another, with different personalities. Yet, as a whole, Zetsu could still act as one creature. White Zetsu would have given her more of Kabuto's potion, since he found that hitting prisoners led to nowhere. However, Black Zetsu enjoyed physical damage.

He had called her annoying. Just like Sasuke. But Sakura wasn't annoying –she had grown to learn that the meaning of that word was to define her enduring spirit. She was strong, not annoying. She had to be strong.

The mind was a strong tool, Sakura noticed.

To keep her mind strong, she needed to see –to feel— reality. There could not be any daydreaming or hallucinating. It would only make her more vulnerable against her enemies.
No matter how much pain they inflicted on her, Sakura would never reveal her village's information. She loved Konoha too much for that.

Sasuke-kun... why do you hate us so much?

She would not let Zetsu take more pleasure of making her scream. Perhaps fighting back wasn't an option at the moment, but silent resistance seemed like a good ally.

She had to stay strong. For Naruto and the Alliance. For herself.

"Tell me about your life."

C was cradled in Sakura's arms. He'd just returned from one of Zetsu's torture sessions, and his neck had crisscross bruises. Sakura concluded that the Akatsuki member had used one of his special chains against the Kumo nin. Zetsu probably tightened the chain enough to leave scars on C's neck. When C had entered their cell again, Sakura was painfully waiting for his return. Her inner self was panicking more and more as time passed; the horrors they had to live were something she never wanted to repeat.

"What would you like to know?" she asked softly.

Words and embraces seemed to work as a distraction from everything that was on the other side of the cell. She had never realized that her bond with C was deepening with every torture session and shift in Kabuto's lab. It was quite a frightful idea, becoming friends with her cellmate, who was also living the same nightmare as her. But they had to survive without going insane. That was key; if they were to escape from their confinement, they needed to have a clear mind for the Alliance to hear.

"You can start from the beginning," C simply suggested.

Sakura shifted her arms so that he could find a better position. Her back ached from not sleeping properly, her stomach felt empty, but she wished her mind was blank. Talking about her life meant talking about Sasuke, and she feared her old friend even more after their last encounter. The memory of the torture session that followed her little slip with Sasuke was still vivid. It had been one of her worst.

"Well... if it's not a nice story, then you don't need to worry about it."

"It's alright," she responded, taking in a breath that caused a hollow pain on her chest. If C were to escape from Madara's hideout, he could at least carry her life story.

"My name is Haruno Sakura. I was born on the 28th of March in Konohagakure. My parents were supportive of letting me enter the Ninja Academy, and that's where I met my best friends and... and my worst enemies," a tender smile found its way to Sakura's lips as she remembered her longstanding rivalry with Ino. She really missed Ino.

C chuckled, "And I'm guessing that your best friend was also your worst enemy?"

"Correct," she answered, "Her name was –is Yamanaka Ino. She defended me from bullies, but then we developed a love and hate friendship. All because of... because of something stupid and not worth mentioning," she added. A part of her wished that Sasuke listened to her story to know that she was trying to forget his impact in her life. "I graduated from the Academy when I was twelve, one of the top in my class. It was probably one of the happiest days of my life. That was when I was put in Team 7.

"I will never forget all the missions we had. Our sensei was Hatake Kakashi, and he's now commander of the Third Division. Our team was like a family. It was the family that my friends lacked and that I took for granted. We had created a bond that was unbreakable –or so I thought. However, it all changed during the Chuunin Exams. Unfortunate events happened, like meeting Kabuto. We had to split up. Sasuke left to seek Orochimaru's power, Naruto travelled with Jiraiya-sama, and I stayed in Konoha under Tsunade-shishou's tutelage. Naruto came back after two and a half years, and we teamed up again. But, as you can see," Sakura nodded towards the cell's entrance, "Team 7 will never be the same again."

What a bitter ending to an even bitterer story.

"What makes you think that?" C asked her, "the Uchiha is a lost case, but you can still cure him."

Sakura remained quiet for the next minutes. C didn't know about Naruto's promise; he didn't know that Naruto was bound to kill Sasuke and die with him if the Uchiha were to attack Konoha. The several memories of her two friends fighting each other kept replaying in her mind. She wished that her strength was on par with them so that she could've prevented Sasuke from turning against Naruto. Words were not enough. They were never enough for a shinobi; the possibility of being defeated was what moved a ninja, not the diplomatic words of a twelve year old helpless girl. After all, shinobi were weapons of destruction before politicians.

"What about you?" she questioned him, changing the subject. She was tired of thinking about her life and, by extent, thinking about Sasuke. He was always a sensitive topic for her to think about. "You seem to know a lot about my life. Tell me about yours."

C struggled while he sat up facing Sakura. He crossed his legs and the girl imitated him. His hair was a tangled mess, much like hers, and the symbol of his hitai-ate was more opaque. There were dark circles under his eyes, and Sakura figured that malnutrition had also taken its toll on C's body. The flesh of his neck was still fresh and crimson. She reached out her hand and green chakra glowed from it, healing his bruises.

"I was never given a name, nor a family," he began, "Thirteen years ago, when I was seven, Kumo's medical team discovered me wandering around the streets of our village."

"Is that why you're only known as C?" Sakura wondered, finishing up her healing on his bruises. C bended his neck front and back successfully, and continued with his story.

"Many Kumo nin carry names like mine, such as the Raikage and the Hachibi jinchuuriki. Ever since I was found, our medical team noticed that I had an acute sense of chakra, so they double trained me in medical and chakra sensing abilities. Of course, the things they taught me never prepared me for war. Nonetheless, the Raikage assigned me as one of his personal ninja –that was probably the happiest day of my life. I felt terrified when the war broke out, knowing that I wasn't preparing for this. Now, a part of me wishes to... to have never been a shinobi."

"You shouldn't say that," Sakura interrupted him, touching his cheek with her hand to get his attention.

"You served your village rightfully. The Raikage, he's probably really proud of you, and even though we're imprisoned in here and that we may die, we still acted dutifully as shinobi. Our lives aren't supposed just doing mission after mission –trust me, I learned that lesson the hard way," the faces of Team 7 blinked in her mind, "A shinobi's ultimate responsibility is to one's village and loved ones. You are born to protect them, and you shall die protecting them."

They remained silent for a while after Sakura's statement. In fact, she had never articulated her own beliefs of being a shinobi. Her inspirations for becoming stronger were Naruto and Sasuke; now that she had earned a well-known position amongst the medical community, she had to owe it to those she loved. Tsunade, Shizune, Kakashi... all of her teachers, her friends, her parents. Sakura felt thankful for her life and opportunities. Yes, she'd failed at keeping her two most precious people from turning against each other, but she had to give credit to those who helped her achieve so much at such a young age.

C watched her intently, as if he'd just met a whole different person. He'd been the first one to hear her say that.

"I miss them," she whispered more to herself than to her companion, "My loved ones, that is. I wished I could've left a piece of me behind for them to hold on to."

I miss you, Sasuke-kun.

Ultimately, she wished she could've reunited Naruto and Sasuke, and that they considered her as an equal rather than a burden.

"Heh. I always considered Konoha shinobi to be cockier than the rest of us," C said, "But you, Haruno Sakura, are a special person. I now consider you one of my special—"

His sentence was interrupted by the sound of their cell's door opening. Oh no, Sakura thought. Whatever was left of her sanity was coming back, but it would no longer do so because Zetsu had appeared from the other side of the door. He sported his usual sadistic smile, his two sides were having a discussion.

"I will take the little kunoichi, and you take the Kumo nin," commanded Zetsu's darker side, "You know I'm fond of her."

She suddenly remembered Black Zetsu's hand slapping her cheek. The stinging sensation came back for the split of a second.

"She's all yours," replied White Zetsu.

The Akatsuki member split in half, and each side took a hold of the prisoner they wanted. Sakura's skin tensed up when Black Zetsu forcefully stood her from the ground. She feared of another torture session, but thought it unusual for Zetsu to split in two and then take a hold of them. C gave her a final look, trying to convey as much as he could with his eyes. Sakura knew that whatever Akatsuki had planned for them was not going to be pleasant, and that every time they were taken from their cells could be the last time they saw each other.

She moved her lips, forming the words 'I will be back', and C answered with a silent 'Me too.'

Then, White Zetsu pushed him out of the cell and dragged him to the passages on the left wing. Black Zetsu imitated his other half, but turned to the right instead. She recognized the path that led to the room where Sasuke was recovering, and her bottom lip started trembling uncontrollably. Sakura was not sure of how much time had passed since her last encounter with her former teammate, but she was not ready to face him again. Sasuke was no longer her old friend; he'd turned into a person filled with hatred and vengeance, there was no turning back for him.

"Madara would like to have a word with you, little kunoichi," like usual, Black Zetsu summoned two of his clones, which grabbed each of her arms.

"You should know by now that I am too weak for your clones," she snapped irritated. It was true; Sakura's chakra had been drastically diminishing.

"And you should know by now that we do not take our guests for granted," retorted one of Zetsu's clones, and then gave her arm a squeeze.

Every time Zetsu grabbed a hold of her, she felt so filthy. Even though Madara and Kabuto presented a greater threat to the Shinobi Alliance as the masterminds, Zetsu was the reason why she wanted to tear her skin off of her body. She doubted that he could violate her, but after all those torture sessions, Sakura had experienced enough horrors that would stay with her until her death. He had almost asphyxiated her, poisoned her, and psychologically abused her with his knowledge of her relationship with Sasuke. In other words, Zetsu had become Sakura's personification of the things she feared the most.

They took the same passageways as the last time Sakura went to Madara's chambers. Every step reminded her of how close, yet how far she was from Sasuke. Her feelings were torn: most of her was already convinced that she was living her last days, and that Sasuke was going to fall into deeper darker, but there was a small glint of hope that still held on to salvation and to her love for the boy. It was a painful love. Painful, but unavoidable. That was why she couldn't bear to look at Sasuke now; he signified the destruction of her sanity.

Once the group was standing in front of Madara's chamber, Black Zetsu knocked on the door and it opened by itself. They entered the circle room, which was lit by its usual candles on every rock wall. Madara was standing in the middle of the room, waiting for them with his giant fan held on his left hand. The Zetsu clones pushed her towards him. Sakura already knew the effects of looking at Madara's eyes, so she kept her sight away from his face, focusing on her feet.

Then she heard the sound of footsteps nearing the Uchiha. Lifting her eyes just so that she could see who else had arrived, she noticed that Sasuke was now standing beside his ancestor. Sakura could not tell if he was still wearing bandages around his eyes, she didn't dare to look up and answer her question.

Sakura, thank you.

How could he fall so low?

"The Kyuubi jinchuuriki is on his way to rescue you, Haruno Sakura," Madara announced.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She was shocked. Naruto had been looking for her. He'd almost gotten to Madara's hideout. That idiot. Fear took over her senses, just thinking of how much Naruto had to sacrifice in order to come and look for her. She wondered if he'd come alone –or worse, if Madara had taken him hostage also and he was hidden somewhere inside the Mountain's Graveyard. Even though Sakura missed her best friend dearly, she did not want him near the enemy's headquarters, regardless of her presence. Notwithstanding, her heart ached to see Naruto once more before she fell apart.

"Since preparations aren't ready, the clones will have to divert them for a little until the right time comes. He is accompanied by the Hyuuga girl. She could make quite a good addition to my collection."

Hinata had accompanied Naruto? Confusion took over her senses. What was happening? She wanted to yell at Madara and tell him to stop ruining her friends' lives. The person she loved the most was already standing by his side, ready to kill anything she held dear. Madara knew how to destroy her so well. But Sakura was not going to beg for her life. If she was going to die, she was going to do it standing, not asking for mercy from the least merciful shinobi.

"Haruno, you will receive punishment from their interruption in my plans," Madara continued speaking, "Kabuto requested that you worked on Uchiha Itachi's body."

Madara's words stiffened her stance. Uchiha Itachi, who had already killed every person Sasuke loved. The reason behind the boy's cold-hearted attitude. Sakura was going to prepare him. She was going to reconstruct all the strength the deceased Uchiha had so that he could eliminate everything she held dear. His reputation was widely known across the Five Great Countries, and the responsibility of bringing him back to life fell on her shoulders. Her words wanted to fight back and crush Sasuke and Madara, but her body restricted her movements.

She was paralyzed with panic, with the idea of how much destruction Uchiha Itachi could cause, even in death. It was like another torture session, but one that not only was targeted toward her.

Due to the little chakra she had left, Sakura could feel that Sasuke hadn't reacted well to his ancestor's words either. He had stiffened as well, causing an unstable jolt in his chakra balance. He was still troubled by his dead brother. Just like Zetsu's tortures will follow her until her last breath, Sasuke's horrors were most likely going to accompany him in the other world. Madara had taken them both by surprise, and Sakura wondered if he had done it on purpose just to provoke the younger Uchiha.

"Afterwards, your chakra flow will be confined unless you are inside the laboratory."

Not only was Sakura going to ready Sasuke's worst nightmare, but her access to her chakra was now restricted. She was going to be the ultimate definition of weak, completely ridden from what she considered to be her best trait. Her perfect chakra control, the only power she exceeded Sasuke and Naruto in, was about to be taken away from her. The worst part was that she could get her precious chakra back whenever she worked for the enemy's weapon.

No. No. No.

She wanted to kill herself in that moment.

Don't do it. Don't touch it.

And not even once did she try to make eye contact with Sasuke.

"Take her away from here," Madara concluded.

The Zetsu clones were already forcing her motionless, colourless body out of Madara's chamber. Her mind was going in whirlwinds; she had to devise a plan where she could sacrifice herself while saving C. It would be a difficult task, especially since her chakra would be taken away from her, but her death wish was to at least save her cellmate, her friend. Her only friend in this place.

Without noticing how far they have gotten, Sakura found herself in front of Kabuto's laboratory. The entrance was slightly open, giving her and Zetsu's two clones access to the inside. The real Black Zetsu stayed outside, and she heard a low chuckle coming from him before the door completely closed behind her back. The two clones merged in with the rock wall, once again acting as guards, ready to find a reason for punishing her. Sakura noticed that she was alone. She assumed that Kabuto was either in his personal office at the back, or working outside of the laboratory.

It didn't matter. All that was left was her, Zetsu's clones, and Uchiha Itachi's dead body covered with a white sheet.

She took slow steps towards Itachi's bed. The rest of the resurrected bodies had been taken to another room, where Kabuto would prepare them for the final launch. There were only a few bodies left, but the only one she recognized was the Uchiha's. Zabuza and Haku, Chiyo and Asuma-sensei had already been prepared. Thinking of Team 10's sensei redirected Sakura's mind to Ino, Chouji, and Shikamaru. They were going to hate her for what she'd done to their beloved teacher.

In fact, Sakura would never forgive herself for being put into such sadistic tasks. The thought of self-sacrifice returned to her mind, but she couldn't do that knowing that C would be left alone in their cell. That she could miss the opportunity of changing Sasuke.

"Get to work, kunoichi!"

Zetsu's voice boomed around the laboratory while his face appeared repeatedly on all the rock walls. Sakura looked down at Itachi's body, whose face was still covered with a white sheet. She slowly lifted it, showing his once handsome traits covered in blood and bruises. There were trails of blood running down from his eyes and lips.

Sasuke looked so much like his older brother, she thought. They had the same nose and mouth, but Itachi's eyes featured two long lines that reached his cheeks. His hair was longer and darker than Sasuke's. Overall, he was like a grown up version of his little brother. It broke her heart to look at the one individual who had caused so much pain in her old friend. He was the reason why Sasuke could never be happy. Why he was never going to be happy.

She ran her fingers from his forehead to his nose, and then over his two closed lids. Was it possible for Itachi to still have his eyes if Madara had taken and implanted them in Sasuke? The only way Sakura could find out was by opening the deceased's eyelids, but she didn't dare taking that risk. If working on Itachi was a trap set up by Madara, he would use the eyes as a trigger. She was not going to fall into that. Sakura removed the blanket from the rest of his body, discovering the many bruises on his arms, and the blood that stained his cold, grey hands. Perhaps that was Sasuke's blood from when they fought, or a combination of both.

"Fuck, woman, work!" One of Zetsu's clones commanded from the rock wall, startling her for a second. She had been too concentrated on comparing the Uchiha brothers.

A faint glow of green chakra appeared in her hands. Sakura carefully placed them on Itachi's chest, without physically touching him. Just as she had done with the other resurrected bodies, she'd started on the chest area and then focused on other vital organs and limbs. Itachi's skin was weathered as well, and had adapted a grey tone. With her background in forensics, Sakura knew that he had been dead for a long time already. He wouldn't be for much longer, though.

His face... it gave her shivers; Sakura kept confusing him with Sasuke. She felt like she was preparing Sasuke's grown up dead body for the Edo Tensei rather than Uchiha Itachi's. What grabbed her attention was the expression on the deceased's lips. They were slightly curved up, as if he had died smiling. She wondered if he was sadistic enough to accept death with a smile, after all the horrors he'd caused in the living world.

'Haruno Sakura...'

Sakura's body froze in place. She heard someone call her name, but aside from Zetsu's clones, she was the only living person in the laboratory. She looked over at Zetsu's faces scattered around the walls, but their lips formed a silent, disturbing smirk. It was like they didn't hear the voice that called her name.

'Sakura...'

It was inside her head. That voice. It was neither hers nor her inner self's.

The voice did not even sound like Zetsu's. The Akatsuki member's voice was on par with his appearance; it was monstrous and disturbing. This was a male voice as well, but it sounded young and worn out. Instantly, she looked down at Itachi's inert body. It was impossible, she thought, for him to speak when he hadn't been ordered to revive. Maybe Sakura's mind was hallucinating, which could be a valid excuse due to the horrors she'd lived in the past days. The malnourishment and torture were finally playing tricks on her mind, causing a chemical imbalance in her brain.

'You aren't hallucinating.' It was that voice, again. Inside her head.

"I-Itachi?" she asked quietly, and then looked over at Zetsu's faces with caution. They didn't flinch.

She was going insane, that was the only answer.

She finally recognized the voice as the Uchiha's. Her mind fished through her memories, recalling the times that she'd met the older Uchiha brother. Sakura carefully directed her eyes to Itachi's face, and she stiffened with astonishment at seeing that his eyes were wide open –and that his Sharingan was activated. He was looking right back at her with the same pair of eyes that she saw in Sasuke. That crimson red. Those three black tomoes.

Sakura was about to jump away from Itachi's revived body, but his blood stained hand took a hold of her arm. Her skin froze under his touch; it was still inert, paper-like, cold.

'I am not going to attack you,'Itachi said, but his lips weren't moving. 'Speak with your mind. When I first felt your chakra on my system, I instantly cast a genjutsu of Zetsu, we must be careful.'

In fact, his whole body hadn't moved except for the hand that reached out to grab her arm. How could he use a genjutsu if he was supposedly dead? Uchiha Itachi seemed to have taken his potential as a shinobi to the other world. Shocked, Sakura felt how his hand let go of her arm. She released a breath her lungs were holding, still not knowing what to do against such a powerful opponent who, to her misfortune, was already dead. Sakura felt that her insides were panicking as Itachi spoke.

'I would like to speak with you.'

'Did you speak with your family before you slaughtered them?' Sakura retorted, trying to channel her anger, 'Or before you battled with you brother?'she involuntarily emphasized the last word.

Why did she feel so much anger towards the dead Uchiha? There was nothing she could do about Sasuke's past.

Itachi remained silent, but his eyes did not leave Sakura's. They were in one of the first levels of the Sharingan, with the three tomoes not moving. She felt so self-conscious under his eyes, as if he could look right through her. She wanted this encounter to be another nightmare, to wake up in C's arms and let him comfort her, insist that she stayed up to avoid repeating the same image over and over in her sleep.

'I was being loyal to Konoha,' he finally responded. He kept his motionless demeanour as he continued speaking, 'What has been happening lately?'

Sakura ignored his question with a scowl on her features. She was sickened by Itachi's calm attitude, 'You killed your family. How is that being loyal to Konoha?'

She didn't expect what happened next.

With inhuman speed, Itachi got off his bed and stood behind her, much like Sasuke had done before he left Konoha. Much like Madara had done when she was ordered to check up on Sasuke's eyes. Sakura had learned to never trust an Uchiha when they stood behind her, but she was caught off guard once again by the deceased's prowess. However, unlike Sasuke, Sakura could not feel Itachi's breath behind her. He was dead, after all.

'Do you know the story?' Itachi asked her.

Sakura shook her head, frightened to what he might do. Since they were caught in Itachi's genjutsu, he could do whatever he wanted. A part of her expected to see the whole massacre played out much like Sasuke had experienced it, but Itachi chose to tell her the story instead. He told her about the suspected coup d'état, which could have brought Konoha into civil unrest and eventually escalate into another World War. How Itachi acted as a double agent for his clan and ANBU. How Madara had agreed to stay away from Konoha if Itachi killed his family. How he defied orders when Sasuke was the only one left alive. How he had to join Akatsuki in order to keep the organization from attacking the village.

'I threatened the Konoha elders to never lay a hand on Sasuke. If they did, then I would disclose all of their secrets.'

Sakura felt that her breath was quickening. There was a huge lump on her throat. Unlike Sasuke and Naruto, Sakura exceeded at being empathetic, which was why there were tears rolling down her cheeks. Despite her last words before Sasuke departed Konoha, she never truly understood the pain that he'd been living through. She wanted to believe Itachi was lying. That the reason for the Uchiha clan Massacre was due to his unfaithful attitude to the clan, just like she'd been told in Konoha.

Still, she could not evade feeling pity for the dead brother, who had died with the guilt of killing everything he loved.

'Then why... why didn't you kill your brother?' Sakura asked, 'If you loved him so much, why did you let him live with all this pain?' For some odd reason, she could not bring herself to say Sasuke's name.

'I wanted him to avenge our clan and become a hero,' Itachi responded.

'But—' Sakura could not finish her next question. Itachi had returned to his bed in a millisecond, and looked back at her.

'Someone is coming to fetch you now. We will speak next time,' he said, and then his eyes closed.

Sakura finally realized how the laboratory returned to its normality. It still looked the same, but the sense of being caught in an illusion was no longer there. She noticed that her hands hadn't moved from Itachi's lifeless body, while the Uchiha's eyes were now closed, and the slight curve on his lips reappeared.

She heard the door open, and Kabuto walked in with a snake-like smirk on his face. He looked over Sakura and her hands working on Itachi's body, and proceeded to walk over his personal office.

"You are dismissed," he announced, "Go back to your cell and expect your punishment."

Her meeting with Itachi replayed in her mind countless times. It had been brief, unexpected, not meant to happen. A part of Sakura wondered why Kabuto had chosen to revive Itachi if he wasn't so familiar with the Uchiha's prowess. Or perhaps he was, and Itachi had never disclosed his ability of coming back to life by his own means. There was a whirlwind of questions in Sakura's mind, and she needed him to answer them.

For the first time, she was looking forward to her next session in Kabuto's lab.

And Sakura was the winner! How'd you like this chapter? Did it meet your expectations? I thought the quote fit in just nice with her struggles. Once again, if you find any misspellings or grammar errors, tell moi!

I just wanted to say: thank you so SO much for your support :') Whoever is the 100th reviewer will get a virtual hug from me! Or something, I don't know yet, but I will figure it out.

OMG Itachi. I know there was not enough interaction between Sakura and Sasuke, but I will make up for it. You just see, heehee. Next chapter will be about Naruto and Hinata since the voting turned out like that, lol.

Anyway, thank you again :D I love talking to you folks, you're all so lovely! And for the quotes suggestions, I'm already thinking of using some of them in here ;)

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