Naruto left the doctor on the floor of the lab and started running, knowing he had to leave, because his cover was officially blown. He just needed to get out before anyone else woke up, maybe steal a car if he could, and leave. He'd go back to Sasuke, and together they would find a way to stop Danzo, even without evidence.

Sasuke!

He suddenly remembered the phone. He'd stuck it in the pocket of his hoodie when the doctor had come into the room, and then forgotten all about it. He pulled it out as he made his way towards the stairs, seeing the call still going.

"Shit, Sasuke, it all went to hell," he whispered, desperately wishing Sasuke was here with him. Naruto never should have come back, he should have left with Sasuke that day he tried shifting. He hadn't been thinking, had thought he had control of the situation, that he would be fine going undercover without any backup. He should have thought things through.

"Get away from there right now, Naruto. Run for the barn, I'm leaving to fetch you. Just hide until I get there." There were sounds in the backgrounds, as if Sasuke was moving around the apartment. Probably making ready to leave. He was still hours away though. Sasuke was right. He needed to get to the barn, he'd be able to hide there.

"I will, don't worry about me," Naruto said, trying to sound confident. He didn't want Sasuke to worry about him. He was going to get out of here just fine. The doctor was downstairs, Naruto would be gone before he had time to notify anyone, it was going to be fi—

"What the fuck are you doing down there?"

Naruto startled, phone dropping from his hand to hit the floor as his head snapped towards the top of the stairs, heart thumping hard in his chest when he saw someone standing there, glaring down at him. Naruto recognised him as one of the shifters he hadn't talked much to, one of the twins; Sakon and Ukon. He wasn't sure which was which, they were practically identical, and he hadn't cared to learn to know them. He had the impression that Sakon was the louder one though, so he guessed this was him. Ukon tended to linger behind Sakon, some shadow to his brother.

There was only one thing to do, and Naruto squared his shoulders and prepared to fight his way out. He could take Sakon. One lousy shifter wouldn't be a problem. He was just worried that—

His worries were confirmed when another head appeared at the top of the stairs, almost identical to the first. Ukon. Shit.

There was nothing to do about it, Naruto would just have to get past the two of them, fast, before anyone else woke up and could intervene.

Never had he been more aware of the cold pit in his stomach where he knew the beast resided, held back by the cold grip of the suppressants. It wasn't long enough since his last shot that there was any chance the beast would be able to break free, not for hours yet. He was on his own, weaponless.

His hands fisted at his side and he sprang into action, leaping up the stairs, barrelling straight at the twins, wanting to take them off guard. He figured it would be his best chance.

Attacking from below gave him a disadvantage, and he knew he was screwed when spots spread over Sakon's face as the change flowed through him, smooth as a river, and the next Naruto knew a snow leopard was leaping from the top of the stairs, aiming right at him.

Naruto grabbed the handrail, bracing himself for the impact, and as paws connected with his chest he twisted sharply.

Claws dug into his skin, ripping open the front of his sweater and leaving gouges in his chest, but the move had worked, sending Sakon tumbling down the stairs. Naruto turned towards Ukon, but there was no one standing on top of the stairs any more, just an open door, empty.

There were two things that could be about to happen. Either Ukon as waiting to ambush him, or he had left to fetch reinforcements. No matter which of them, Naruto was probably screwed, but he knew that lingering down in the basement wasn't going to do him any good. He had to get out, and as far as he knew the only exit was on the first floor, so he would have to brave the possible ambush and fight his way to the front door. Then it was just a matter of getting over the wall somehow, and then run. There would be no time to hunt down car keys, so his legs would have to do.

He couldn't risk being cautious, not now, so Naruto didn't hesitate before leaping out the open door at the top of the stairs and heading for the foyer. He heard sounds behind him, but ignored it to push on, no time to see who or what was after him.

He got as far as the kitchen before whoever it was caught up to him, and he was slammed into a kitchen counter. Pain exploded in his hip where it connected with the heavy stone counter top, but at least Ukon hadn't ripped into him with his claws, just slammed his massive feline body into Naruto.

Like Sakon, Ukon was a snow leopard. Not the biggest of cats, but still powerful. In his other form Naruto was sure he could have taken him, but like this—in a human body and weaponless—he wasn't as confident.

Ukon was staring at him from across the room, body poised for attack. Naruto dared a quick glance around, suddenly remembering what room he was in. The kitchen, there were knives here, if only he could get to the knife block. He was currently right next to the stove, so the block was on the other side of the kitchen from him.

Ukon must have realised the same, because the moment Naruto twitched to make for it the cat leapt, powerful hind legs pushing him right at Naruto, claws probably extended to carve up more of Naruto's skin.

Naruto acted, arm shooting out to grab the frying pan he had noted as he looked for knives. Not as good, but he swung it around, the metal connecting with the side of Ukon's head. He didn't hesitate, didn't wait to see if Ukon got up again, just started running.

He came as far as the foyer before they caught up to him.


Cold dread settled in Sasuke's gut as the phone went silent, the conversation cut. He immediately pulled up Naruto's number and called again. Every beep of the unanswered call was like an ice pick to his heart. Never before had he felt as helpless as he did in that moment. He never should have let Naruto go back there, should have stopped him. They could have found evidence some other way, could have done anything to stop Danzo that wasn't to let Naruto go back there, unarmed and alone.

He had messed up, and now Naruto was in trouble, and Sasuke was hours away, and it might already be too late.

Sasuke had to go there. He had to go to the cabin and find Naruto, save him. He didn't care if he had to beat down the doors with his bare hands, he would do anything, would kill anyone in his way, as long as it got Naruto back safe and sound.

Hopefully Naruto was safe. Maybe he had gotten away. Maybe he was running away as they spoke, and Sasuke was nowhere close to where help him. Or maybe they had just caught him and locked him up. Sasuke had seen pictures of cells that Naruto had taken, it was likely that they would place him there, right? Then Sasuke would have time to gear up and go there, make his way inside and get Naruto out. He had to have time. He was not going to let anything happen to him.

It took him less than five minutes to change clothes and find his weapons. He'd strapped on guns alongside his katana and tied heavy leather boots on, tucking his cargo pants into them. He looked and felt ready for war.

The elevator was tortuously slow as he took it down to the parking garage, but he knew those seconds would matter little when Naruto was still hours away. Sasuke never should have gone back here, should have waited close by, should have been ready for this situation. He'd been an idiot, trusting that Naruto had control over a situation there was no way he could have control over.

The Lexus beeped a welcome as he yanked the door open and all but threw himself into the front seat, placing the katana on the floor on the passenger side.

He hadn't even left the parking garage before he realised how foolish his plan was. Being with Naruto had taught him the importance of teamwork. Sasuke was better with Naruto, but now that wasn't an option. Naruto would do his best to kick his ass if he knew Sasuke ran in alone and got hurt or captured in the attempt. Sasuke had no idea what was waiting for him at that cabin.

There was a time not too long ago where Sasuke didn't trust anyone, but Naruto had made him see things differently. Maybe he didn't need to do this alone, maybe there were others supporting him. If relying on others was going to help make sure he got Naruto back then he would do so happily.

He pulled open Kakashi's number on his phone, and as he made his way towards Naruto he called.


Tsunade tuned out the droning voice of the accountant sitting on the other side of the desk, something about red numbers and budgets and cuts. Nothing she hadn't heard before. It was hard enough keeping the city safe as it was, and every time they were forced to cut back on resources it only got worse. They needed more agents, more training, better equipment, but her pleas were mostly unanswered.

The moment the door to her office was yanked open she almost sighed in relief at the disruption, but then she saw the hard look in Kakashi's visible eye as he looked at her from the doorway, and she knew it wasn't good news. She dismissed the accountant who vanished in a rustle of a cheap suit, probably just glad to be able to leave.

Kakashi closed the door after himself and walked over to the desk, cutting straight to the chase. Tsunade appreciated it in a world of bureaucracy where it was all talk and no action most days.

"Naruto has been compromised."

Kakashi had filled her in on Naruto's situation since he quit, at least partially. He was unofficially undercover, searching for evidence that would expose a prominent political figure as the criminal he was. Kakashi's exact words, and Tsunade didn't approve of the situation, and had told Kakashi as much, but it was clear her opinion didn't matter. She couldn't do much about pulling Naruto out, he wasn't one of her agents any more, and she knew Kakashi would not care about any threats to his job she might make. As a compromise she had pretended she knew nothing. Like this she wouldn't have to report it to anyone, and could just hope for the best. Those hopes seemed to have been futile.

"What happened?" she asked, dreading what Kakashi might tell her.

"Sasuke was on the phone with Naruto as he was looking for evidence. Someone found him, there was a struggle and Naruto made to leave. The last thing Sasuke heard was someone discovering him, before the line broke. He was unable to get back in touch with him afterwards. It's clear that they now know Naruto isn't loyal, but we have no idea what they've done to him."

Tsunade's fist trembled against the desk, itching to punch something but trying hard to contain herself. Naruto might not officially be an agent any more, but she knew Kakashi still saw him as one of theirs, and then she did the same. They were not about to abandon him to whatever fate might befall him. If there was a chance he was still alive they needed to get him out, and she knew exactly why Kakashi was here.

"You want to send your unit?" she asked, flattening her hand out against the smooth wood, fingers tensing as if testing the give.

"Yes," Kakashi simply stated.

"You know I will have to discuss it with a higher level to get clearance for a mission like this," she said. She might be the one in charge of this headquarter, but there were people above her, those in charge of all the DPA headquarters across the nation. People who cared more about politics and economy than lives, too far removed to know any of the agents; people who had never been out there, facing vampires and ghouls and the other monsters that thrived in the dark.

"I do," Kakashi said. "And you know that I'll be leaving no matter what they say."

They looked at each other for a moment, and there was nothing but understanding between them. Tsunade would have to go through official channels to try and get approval, and Kakashi was going through with it, not matter if that approval was given or not, safe in the knowledge that Tsunade wouldn't send anyone to stop them.

"I'm going to need all agents back here come Monday," Tsunade said, "and I would appreciate it if they had all their limbs still attached."

Kakashi nodded once, and then left.

Tsunade let out a ragged sigh and pressed the heel of her palms to her eyes for a moment before she shoved at a stack of paper so she could pull the computer keyboard towards her. She would have to talk to the main office in Washington DC, home of everything she despised about this organisation. She might lead one of the biggest DPA offices in all of America, dozens of agents under her roof, but the virtually agent-less office in the capitol ruled everything she did.

She made a connection over video chat, thrumming her fingers against the desk while she waited to be connected to someone. It took five minutes before she was patched through, two familiar faces popping up on the screen.

"Utatane, Mitokado," Tsunade greeted them, trying to keep the displeasure of seeing their wrinkly old faces from showing. She'd dealt with them before, and it usually ended with her either ruining her furniture in frustration, or just drinking too much afterwards. They should have retired long ago, but they appeared too invested in making her life hard, issuing budget cuts and new rules that lead to paperwork rather than action.

"Tsunade, what a pleasure," Utatane said, not sounding like she meant a word of it. "How can we assist you today?"

Tsunade knew time was of an essence, but also that she needed to keep from actually shouting at them or they'd never give her the green light she needed.

"One of our agents have been compromised, and we need to send a team to retrieve him," she said.

Mitokado frowned. "Which agent?"

Tsunade hesitated for a moment. "Naruto Uzumaki, of Unit Seven."

She could hear the tapping of a keyboard, and had to fight with herself not to scream in annoyance. Mitokado was pulling up Naruto's file, which meant he would see what his status was, and then…

"Naruto Uzumaki is no longer an active agent, which means he has not been compromised during an official mission. What exactly have Mr. Uzumaki done?"

"Mr. Uzumaki," Tsunade started, trying but failing to keep the venom from her voice, "is undercover, looking for evidence against someone who is thought to be running a crime syndicate. We believe the target is a name in the black market, and we suspect him of multiple counts of kidnapping and murder as well."

The two on the screen didn't say anything for a long moment before Utatane spoke again. "Who is this man, why have we not been contacted? You should have made a formal mission of it."

Tsunade had wanted to do just that, but talking to Kakashi had kept her from it. Apparently Danzo was believed to have connections to the high levels of their organization, which would mean that making it official would have only given him time to wipe out any evidence, and she'd agreed to that, not surprised in the slightest that there might be corruption in the DPA. It was almost a given, corruption ran rampant through those with power, and now, as she watched Utatane and Mitokado she could easily see either of them being willing to look the other way if it meant they kept their position and power and money.

"We had no definite evidence, and didn't want to launch a full investigation before we were sure."

"Who is the suspect?" Mitokado asked.

Tsunade could give them Danzo's name. It would force them to start some preliminary investigations, but if they were some of those getting their pockets lined with money from the man in question…

"You are not going to allow me to send in a team to retrieve him, are you?" Tsunade asked, dodging the question, cutting to the more urgent matter.

"Not unless we have reason to believe this… person, in actuality are a suspect. If a former agent infiltrated someone based on hearsay, there's not a lot we can do. It sounds like a case for the local sheriff's department, but we would be willing to send a message to them, get them to look for Mr Uzumaki."

The Mr sounded like an insult in Mitokado's voice, a way to clearly mark Naruto as a civilian rather than an agent, and Tsunade knew then that there was nothing she could do. Kakashi was going rogue, and she was going to let him.

"Thank you for your time, I'll be sure to not send anyone to help him," Tsunade spat out, and closed the window before she could see the outraged faces on the screen. Then she turned off her computer for good measure, just to make sure they didn't try to contact her again. The cord on her phone was likewise accidentally pulled out. She wasn't sure why she was surprised. She had known all along that those in charge cared absolutely nothing for the agents. They cared about results, and money, and politics. Everything Tsunade despised about this job.

Kakashi and his agents were on their own, and there was nothing Tsunade could do but try and cover it up. At least she hadn't given Danzo's name to Mitokado and Utatane, so if they were corrupt they wouldn't be able to warn him. A small mercy.

She pushed her chair back, dove into a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle, forgoing the glass entirely as she took a swig, the familiar burn of alcohol down her throat not even helping.


A lone light bulb hung over his head, its stark light illuminating the nothingness of the room he was in. Bare walls, concrete floors. They hadn't even given him the cell with the dingy mattress, so he was sitting on the cold floor, freezing his ass off.

His knees were pulled to his chest with his arms wrapped around them as he stared blankly at the door, willing anyone to enter. The moment they did he was going to take them out and escape.

He'd been so close, but Ukon had gotten reinforcements, and against him and Kidōmaru Naruto had been in trouble. And then Sakon had come up the stairs from the basement, limping but still a threat, and no matter how hard he had fought Naruto had found himself pinned to the ground, sharp fangs locked around his neck, a threat to tear his throat out keeping him still as the others bound his arms and legs, making escape impossible.

They'd all been shifted back into their human forms as they carried him downstairs, but all Naruto could do was make it a harder task by thrashing in their hold. It hadn't done anything other than making them pissed off at him, and they hadn't even untied him as they threw him into the cell and shut the door.

It had taken him a good while to make his way out of the ropes, and by the end his wrists were rubbed raw and sore, but he had gotten loose and had spent the next while alternating between banging on the door and trying to kick it down, but he was no match against it. He likely wasn't the first to try and force his way out of the cell, but if he got it his way he was going to make damned sure he was the last one. Danzo was going down, one way or another.

His wrists had long since healed, as had the knuckles he had split open against the heavy wood, leaving nothing but unblemished skin. His palm wasn't doing nearly as well, throbbing dully.

He lifted it up and saw the deep marks left by the doctor's teeth where he had bit down to break free. It had finally stopped bleeding, but it was still a row of open wounds. Usually a wound of this size would have long since closed up by now, leaving nothing but unbroken skin, but something about the bite had slowed the healing process considerably. Maybe something in the shifter saliva, but Naruto had no idea. He pressed his finger against the wound, feeling the flash of pain as he did.

It made him feel vulnerable in a way he wasn't used to, and he didn't like it one bit.

The only good thing about the situation was that he could feel the beast stirring deep in his gut. A few more hours and it would be free of the shackles of suppressants, and with its strength the door would be no match, he was sure of it. He'd claw his way out if it came to it.

They had to be aware of it as well, knew the clock was ticking down from where Naruto was human, to where he was beast, and the only way to stop it would be more suppressants, which meant they would have to come in here sometime soon. Either way Naruto was going to get out of here in a matter of a few hours tops. He had been surprised earlier, hadn't been able to fight properly, but now he was going to be ready, and the moment the door unlocked he would be on them.

Feeling restless Naruto got to his feet, shaking out his shoulders and jumping in place. The fireplaces upstairs did nothing to warm the basement, and apparently they hadn't bothered to install heat in the cells, so the winter chill was seeping into his bones. Normally Naruto wasn't too affected by cold weather, but sitting still on a concrete floor was making even him feel it. He couldn't afford to have his body sluggish when he was to attack and fight his way free, so he needed to stop moping and start preparing instead.

He started walking laps around the room, fingers dragging over the walls as if it would magically make another door appear. He lost count of how many rounds he made when he heard the jangling of keys.

This was it.

He was not going to let them shoot him up with more drugs, he would get free.

He sunk into a hunch, ready to attack. They would probably be prepared, some of the shifters already in their animal form, ready to take him on. They wouldn't surprise him this time, he could take lousy snow leopards, he knew he could. Determination was a powerful thing after all.

The door swung open and Naruto leapt towards the open doorway.

He skidded to a halt, lips still peeled away from blunt fangs, fingers tightened into fists. His body thrummed to attack, and he could barely contain himself, eyes almost going cross eyed as he stared down the barrel of the gun directed at his head.

He might be strong, and fast, but not even he could dodge a bullet. He should have realised they'd bring guns.

Kidōmaru smirked at him from behind the gun, and Naruto wanted nothing else than to plant his fist right into that ugly mug.

Behind Kidōmaru the doctor was standing, cowering like the rodent he was. He clutched a syringe in his hand. Suppressants, no doubt.

Naruto had been so dumb trusting these people. The doctor had probably yanked his chain all along. They didn't need to adjust the suppressants, they just needed a way to keep Naruto here, under their control. He had no idea what Danzo wanted him for, to be just another thug to do his dirty work, or something else entirely, but he knew it wasn't good.

"If you come any closer with that, doc, I'm going to finish what I started," Naruto spat, taking his eyes off the gun to send a sharp glance in the doctor's direction. The doctor flinched, but didn't run away.

"Now now, you are going to do exactly as I tell you to, or I'll plant a bullet in your brain, and we'll see if that'll make you cooperate," Kidōmaru said, the hand with the gun still steadily aiming it at him. Naruto had no doubt Kidōmaru would pull that trigger.

Naruto was desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation, but there was little he could do that wouldn't land him dead. He growled and he saw Kidōmaru grin as he noticed realisation settle over Naruto.

"Now, you are going to walk to the middle of the room, turn around and get on your knees. The second you do anything else you can say goodbye to your brain."

Naruto hesitated, body thrumming with anger, wanting nothing more than to attack, but he managed to force himself to step back and turn around, dropping to his knees hard enough to send pain bursting in his kneecaps.

"Hands behind your neck," Kidōmaru continued, and Naruto lifted them, lacing them behind his head. He wanted to show them all the finger, but he didn't think that would be particularly appreciated, and he didn't trust Kidōmaru not to shoot him out of spite.

"Doc, you are up," Kidōmaru said, and Naruto could hear the shuffling of the doctor approaching, clearly not very happy to be sent into the room armed with little other than a syringe. It wouldn't do him much good.

He felt the doctor stop at his side, and then Naruto's left arm was yanked down, sleeve pushed up past his elbow, and Naruto sprang into action immediately, not sparing a second to think things through, just reacting.

The doctor made a strangled noise as Naruto's arm wrapped around his throat, putting him in-between Naruto and Kidōmaru. The syringe shattered against the floor, green pooling on the dirty concrete.

"Move!" Naruto yelled at Kidōmaru, shaking the doctor for good measure. Kidōmaru hesitated, assessing the situation, gun wavering.

Deep in his gut Naruto felt curling tendrils of warmth, but it would still be hours before the beast would be able to break away from its shackles. He was not going to let that stop him from getting free. Naruto didn't need that other side, he could do this alone.

It was a gamble and he knew it. He didn't think Danzo would want the doctor dead, and maybe not himself either, but whether Kidōmaru knew that, or even cared about that, he had no idea. Kidōmaru might just shoot them, claiming it all an accident.

Naruto walked closer to the door, the doctor being yanked along, a stuttering human shield. He wasn't fighting, most likely because Naruto's hand was wrapped around his throat. It would take very little to snap his neck, and the doctor had too much self-preservation instincts to risk it, stumbling along as Naruto moved.

Kidōmaru was still keeping the gun trained on them, but he was making no move to pull the trigger.

This might work, Naruto would make his way out, ditch the doctor and leave.

"Step back," he growled at Kidōmaru. A glare was sent Naruto's way, and Kidōmaru hesitated.

"Don't let him get away!" the doctor yelled out as Kidōmaru started lowering the gun.

It happened too fast for Naruto to react. Kidōmaru lifted the gun again, trained it on Naruto and the doctor, and then the doctor tried to get out of Naruto's grip, throwing him to the side, and Naruto wasn't sure just what happened, but then a gunshot rang out, echoing in the basement, and a flash of pain burst in his chest.

The sound faded out, taking with it all other sound as well, leaving a vacuum of quiet he wasn't sure was real, or just his own mind.

He looked down in disbelief, saw the hole in his sweater, and the darker patch of black where blood was seeping into the fabric. He knew exactly what it meant, but he still looked at the gunshot wound in disbelief, not quite believing it.

He dropped to his knees, tilted his head to the side and saw the doctor lying there as well, clutching an arm to his own chest. The bullet must've grazed the doctor's arm as he moved. Nothing deadly. Naruto wasn't sure if he could say the same about his own wound, he usually tried to avoid getting shot.

The world grew grey on the edges of his vision, and he closed them, hoping his healing ability beat out gunshot wounds. This was not how he wanted to go.


Kakashi walked into the office of Unit Seven, looking around the bullpen. Half the unit was sitting there, looking up at him expectantly. Their shift had already ended, but he'd asked them to stay back the moment Sasuke had told him about Naruto, not telling them what happened, but telling them to stop any patrolling and come back to the offices. There were too many empty desks. Temari and Gaara was miles and miles away, assisting the DPA down in the south where the swamps were overrun by reanimated corpses courtesy of some voodoo practitioner on a power trip, and Shikamaru had been sent to Chicago, assisting at the office there, a technomage having wreaked havoc on the city's computer networks.

And then there were Sasuke and Naruto's desks, empty for far too long.

There was a chance that come Monday there would be more empty desks to keep them company, Kakashi's own amongst them.

Neji got up from his chair when Kakashi walked into the room. His long hair was gathered in a loose ponytail and he looked poised, his back pin-straight in a way Kakashi had never mastered himself, naturally falling into a slouch.

"What has happened?" Neji asked and Kakashi could see five faces looking at him expectantly, watching him to see if he carried good or bad news. He hated to disappoint them.

There was not enough time for long explanations, and he knew his unit would understand that.

"Naruto has been working undercover, but he has been compromised. It's not an official mission, so we have not been given the clearance to extract him. Sasuke and I are going to assist him. We have no idea what will be waiting for us, if he is even alive still." He stopped, taking a quick breath, not wanting to think about the fact that they could be too late already. "But we have hope they will find him too valuable to dispose of him, and that we will be able to get him out."

He saw five agents with determined looks on their faces, and he was sure what they were going to say, but he had to make certain they knew what they might be sacrificing.

"Director Tsunade is trying to get us clearance, but Naruto is no longer seen as an agent," Kakashi said, and Kiba cut him off before he get further.

"And we all know they are not going to give us that clearance. So, what, do we lose our jobs, or are we talking anything worse than that if we leave?"

Kiba was sitting cross-legged on top of his desk, but now he unfolded his legs and jumped down. He looked ready for a fight, dark cargo pants and a black sweater, twin gun holsters strapped over his chest. Dressed to patrol the city to take out vampires he now looked just as ready to leave to find Naruto.

"Most likely just the jobs," Kakashi said. He doubted they would take it further than that, but losing their job was punishment enough. Every single agent in this room had sacrificed a lot for this job. Not just time, but literally flesh and blood as well. Most of them got hurt at some point or another, putting their lives on the line every single night they went out on the streets, hunting for vampires. They didn't do it for fame or recognition, but because they all believed they were doing an important job, keeping their city a safe place, but now the organisation they were working for were abandoning one of their own. Naruto might not be an agent any more, but their bonds were stronger than a badge.

"Fuck it, I could need some time off anyway," Kiba said, rolling his shoulders. "When are we leaving?"

"I'm not ordering any of you to come along. If you want to stay no one will think lesser for you. Sasuke is already on his way, and I am leaving now," Kakashi said, and moments later the remaining agents all got up from their desks as well, looks of determination on their faces.

"We're with you," Sakura said, and the rest nodded in affirmation.


A/N: I know it's been a few weeks since the last update, but I bring good news along with this new chapter! I spent those weeks writing all of the remaining chapters of Unleashed. They still need heavy edits before I can post, but still, so much closer to being completed. I hope you'll all stick with me until the end. (Do you want to know how many chapters there'll be, or do you want to be surprised? :3)