Long time no see, eh? I'm sorry for the massive hiatus, but I needed a break. After the intense Spring Semester I had, I spent the Summer having a blast with my friends and I worked a lot (gotta save up money for a car somehow). I've been writing every now and then, and I have a lot of ideas for this story too, it's just a matter of finding time to sit down and work on this that I have a hard time doing. I'd like to mention that this chapter is turning out to be longer than I expected so there will be one final part after this one. Which is awesome because I'd like to move the plot forward beyond this evenutally. Just to give a heads up, this part is inspired by the Magic Theater in Herman Hesse's Steppenwolf, so if you read the novel you might understand why I've set up Sakura's mind the way I've had. Also, I've been doing research on Karl Jung's theories and am deciding to base Inner Sakura off of his concept of a Shadow (I hope that isn't giving too much away). Finally, I'd like to say that this chapter has some disturbing content, so if you're sensitive to detailed violence and sadism, I suggest you skip the first room in bold text Sasuke enters.

As usual, I don't own Naruto, but that's okay because I will be an official college graduate in December! Congrats to me :)

Mind Fuck pt. 2

Sasuke glared at his surroundings annoyed. He should have known that finding Sakura would not have been so simple. He glared down the seemingly endless dark hallway dimly lit by mounted candles and eyed the various doors dubiously. Obviously, Sakura was behind one of those doors, but with a hallway stretching on into infinity, it seemed as if he would be stuck looking for her for all eternity. For a moment, he silently questioned why he was even bothering in the first place but remembered that he had not come here on his own free will. Rather that Shadow, or whatever she wanted to call herself, had somehow manipulated his chakra and trapped him here. He doubted he would be allowed to leave until he had found Sakura.

"Need some help?" a voice called from a few doors down.

Sasuke's eyes snapped towards the direction of the voice and widened in surprise to find a very much decapitated Kisame leaning against a door, his severed head with ever present shiteating grin tucked comfortably under his left arm.

"What the fuck happened to you?" he deadpanned, taking in the ex Kiri-nin's appearance.

"That pink bitch is tougher than she looks, especially when she goes berserk. She'd probably make for an exciting lay," Kisame commented dryly, stepping away from the door. "But I guess Sasori would know better, eh?" Kisame's eyes glittered in amusement.

Sasuke's eyes narrowed in disgust at the crude comment causing the ex Akatsuki member to laugh uncontrollably. As the torso's arms moved to clutch his heaving sighs, Kisame's head fell unceremoniously to the floor and rolled towards Sasuke, stopping upright at his feet. Sasuke watched disturbed as the headless body scrambled to pick up the wayward head muttering a, "How embarrassing."

"How did you get here?" Sasuke asked, unamused.

"She killed me," the decapitated head answered, as if that explained everything. Sasuke raised an eyebrow, signaling the need for explanation and the ex Kiri-nin continued, "When you kill someone you gain a part of their consciousness, a part of their soul, for lack of a better term. I'm trapped in this Purgatory until she dies. Sasori's stuck here too, but with what just happened, I don't envy his position right now."

"Where is he?"

"You wanna see?" the shark-like nin asked, his grin widening, his sharp teeth glittering like pearls in the haunting candlelight.

Unperturbed by the deadman's sinister appearance, Sasuke nodded his head, genuinely curious.

"He's in there," the headless torso pointed to a wooden arched door a few doors down from them. Upon closer inspection, Sasuke noticed the door had the words How to Punish One's Enemies (What Goes Around Comes Around) painted in what appeared to be blood on the wood. The doorknob was cast-iron molded into the shape of a demon's head sticking its tongue out malevolently. "Abandon all hope, ye who enter," Kisame intoned, resisting the urge to snicker at the dirty look the Uchiha threw at him.

"Aren't you coming?" Sasuke asked dryly, placing his hand on the demonic doorknob.

"And risk her seeing me? No thank you," Kisame answered dismissively. "I'd rather wait out here."

"Scared Kisame?" Sasuke sneered.

"Shitless," he answered matter of factly. "Tell me you aren't too when you get out of there, if you get out of there."

Scoffing, Sasuke resolutely opened the door and walked in, unfazed when the door closed itself behind him. Letting his eyes adjust to the dim lighting, he took in his surroundings, noting how much the room resembled a medieval torture chamber complete with crude torture devices. He took a step forward and heard the crunch of broken glass under his sandaled foot. Attention drawn to the stone floor, he noticed that large shards of broken glass littered the entire floor of the small dungeon like room.

"Come here, Sasori no Danna," a feminine voice purred, snapping Sasuke's attention to his right. His eyes widened involuntarily at what he saw. Seated upon a throne made of bones was a black leather catsuit clad Sakura, one leather bound leg thrown over the right arm of the chair in a lounging manner. A blood red leather corset that matched the red staining her lips, and black stilettos complete with six inch silver spikes completed the outfit. Her fingers combed her long waist-length pink hair absentmindedly as her hardened emerald eyes glared fixedly at a pale hunched form cowering on the floor, the stick of a lollipop poking out between her pouty lips.

As Sasuke watched the very naked, very male, form crawl slowly on hands and knees towards the domineering looking Sakura, he winced at the sound of the broken glass on the floor tearing its way through the palms and knees of the abased Sasori. Bruises and cuts crisscrossed in a nondescript pattern along the ex Suna-nin's arms and legs. Fresh blood oozed out of long gashes across the puppeteer's back, the telltale sign of a recent whipping.

"That's close enough," the leather clad Sakura hissed, removing her leg from the throne's arm and resting her foot against Sasori's left shoulder stopping his advance. She smiled as the sharp spike of her heel pierced the flesh of his collar. As Sasori gasped in pain, Sakura plucked the lollipop from her mouth with an audible pop and shoved the candy into his mouth to gag him, simultaneously tearing her heel from his shoulder.

Sakura kneeled down to Sasori's level staring transfixed at the blood dripping from the wound in his shoulder, flowing down his chest and coating his nipple in the thick liquid. As if drawn to the blood's calling, Sakura slowly leaned towards his chest licking the blood covered nipple teasingly, smiling as her former rapist shuddered in pleasure. Giggling playfully, she continued to lick her way slowly up the blood trail until she reached its source, letting the tip of her tongue to prod the wound gently. Sasori let out a long stuttering moan, half in pain, half in pleasure.

"Do you want to fuck me, Sasori no Danna?" Sakura asked innocently, violently pushing him on his back and smiling at the sound of glass biting into his back. Slowly she crawled up his sprawled body, undeterred by the broken glass on the floor, pausing as she reached her goal, his erect member. Chains appeared from the shadows of the floor and snaked their way around his arms and legs, restraining him and pulling his limbs in a spread eagle fashion. As the fingers of her left hand wrapped around the engorged appendage, Sasori let out a whimper.

"Shhh," Sakura comforted. "Don't worry aijin," she let the pet name hiss out sinisterly, "I remember what you like."

Sasuke watched horrified as the glint of a kunai's blade flashed in his ex team mate's once empty right hand before it slashed soundlessly through the air, severing Sasori's penis in one stroke.

Sasori screamed in surprised pain as blood spurted from his crotch, hitting Sakura in the face in a hot splash. She smiled malevolently down at her victim throwing his offensive organ to the side and placing the tip of her kunai against the gaping hole that once had his appendage attached to it.

"What's the matter, Sasori?" she asked innocently, penetrating his castrated crotch with the kunai. "I thought you liked this." She proceeded to pump the blade back and forth through the wound, laughing in delight as the puppeteer shrieked in agony. Blood gushed onto the kunai's handle, making her fingers slippery. Giving one final deep thrust, she released the blade, allowing the weapon to remain buried in his flesh.

Sasuke's stomach lurched sickeningly at the combination of Sasori's uncontrollable screams and the equally loud squelching noise of the kunai as Sakura had tortured her rapist. His hands had instinctively gripped his own crotch in a protective manner as he watched the former weakest member of Team 7 castrate an Akatsuki shinobi. Although thoroughly disturbed by the scene unfolding before him, he had been unable to turn away from the macabre sight, his own morbid curiosity piqued. His feet remained glued to the floor as he watched Sakura resume crawling up the still shrieking puppeteer.

Sakura sat up on Sasori's stomach, pulling him up slightly by his shoulders. She shushed the hysterical red head, combing her fingers through his hair comfortably. Gradually, his shrieks turned to whimpers as he calmed under her soothing touch. Sakura gently caressed his face, tracing his cheekbones with her fingers. Sasori stiffened at first, but relaxed against her touch as she continued her gentle ministrations. Slowly, she traced his eyebrows with her thumbs and moved downwards. His eyelashes fluttered butterfly kisses against the pads of her thumbs before she suddenly shoved both fingers into his eye sockets, attempting to dig through his brain and spring out from the back of his head. He shrieked in surprised agony as blood and clear fluid ran down his cheeks in thick streams.

As Sasori fell back writhing in pain, Sakura folded her arms across Sasori's chest, her chin resting atop her arms. She stared down at the ex-Suna Akatsuki member with a calm and patient expression, as if she knew she had all day, all night, all the time in the fucking world to do what she wanted to him. A movement across from her drew her attention away from her victim, and she finally noticed Sasuke, her captive audience. She smiled up at him and offered a blood covered hand, as if inviting him to play.

Taken aback, Sasuke stumbled backwards, fumbling for the door. He wanted out of there before she decided to make him her next plaything. He resisted the urge to cover his ears against her condescending laughter that grated on his skin, sending shivers down his spine like nails on a chalkboard. Finally managing to open the door, he clumsily stumbled out of the room slamming the door shut on the horrific sight and silencing the haunting laughter.

"Scared Sasuke?" Kisame asked from his stance a few doors down.

"Shitless," Sasuke replied dryly, attempting to regain his composure. "I thought I left that Shadow back upstairs."

"Oh that's child's play compared to what that creepy bitch would do to him," Kisame scoffed.

"Then what the hell was that I just saw? That wasn't Sakura," Sasuke asked.

"A fantasy that will never reach fruition," Kisame answered soberly. "Haven't you ever thought of doing something disturbing that you knew you would never do if given the opportunity? The human mind is a strange thing. These doors are a collection of memories, fantasies, wants, and wishes."

"So that wasn't her?" Sasuke asked.

"No, it wasn't her, but she's down here somewhere. She's retreated here to recuperate after her traumatic encounter with Sasori. Seeing you just sent her over the edge," Kisame added pointedly. "I've tortured plenty of people to know a disassociation from reality when I see one. She's either locked in a memory of happier times or fulfilling a fantasy of some type. If I had to put money on it, I'd say she's probably punishing herself, trapped inside a Hell of her own making. Rape victims have a nasty habit of blaming themselves you know."

"I'm going to kill him," Sasuke growled.

"He's already dead," Kisame said, chuckling lightly. "However, you'd have to get out of here first."

Sasuke eyed the other doors warily. He really wasn't up for watching another grotesque scene unfold in front of him. Considering Kisame's words, Sasuke stopped in front of a door in the shape of a squared white marble slab, a picture of a weeping angel on her knees, hands reaching towards the sky in a vain attempt to gain salvation etched into the stone. The words How to Punish Oneself (When One's Worst Fears are Recognized) were carved above the distraught angel's stretched out wings. Pushing against the cool stone, he opened the door and slipped through the opening, silently hoping this room wouldn't be as bad as the last one.

The distinct sound of Sakura crying immediately drew his attention to the pink haired medic hunched on a dirt floor. Hope that he had finally found Sakura sprang in his chest as he noticed this Sakura was dressed in a green jounin vest, black shorts, and knee high black ninja sandals. He briefly wondered when she had reached jounin status. As if sensing his arrival Sakura lifted her head from her knees, tears running freely and unashamedly down her face.

"Sasuke-kun," she said meeting his gaze, yet looking right through him as well, as if someone was standing behind him. Sasuke immediately moved towards her, intent to grab her and leave before something crazy started to happen. However, someone else had beat him to his former team mate.

"You know what you have to do Sakura," came an eerily familiar voice. Sasuke watched as an apparition of himself moved towards the medic. The apparition was dressed in torn black ninja slacks and sandals. Blood covered his shirtless chest and abs. Sasuke watched bewildered as the apparition kneeled before the simpering kunoichi and gently combed his fingers through her shoulder length hair. "Give me your hand," he commanded softly.

Leaning into his gentle touch, Sakura hesitantly offered her right hand. Taking her hand in his, the un-Sasuke placed a kunai in her palm and closed her fingers around the weapon before embracing her. "You have to prove you love me more if you want to be with me, Sakura," he whispered seductively in her ear. "I know you can do it."

The un-Sasuke smirked as he watched Sakura stand up and tighten her grip around the weapon, setting her face in determination. She took a step towards the real Sasuke, causing said man to slip into a fighting stance. He had no intention of having her do to him what she had done to Sasori in the other room. However, Sakura's pace did not slow as she continued to walk towards him. Sasuke's body tensed, ready to throw the first punch, but he never got the chance to curl back his fist as Sakura walked right through him and continued walking, unfazed that she had slipped through Sasuke like a ghost. Sasuke whirled around, eyes widened in shock as he saw Sakura's true target, a battered and broken apparition of Naruto.

"Please Sakura, help me," the un-Naruto begged, painfully stretching out a heavily bruised and grotesquely twisted arm towards the approaching medic.

"Shhhh," she hushed, gently grasping the specter's hand and kneeling down next to him. "It's going to be okay." She placed a gentle kiss into his palm before resting her cheek against it. "Close your eyes, Naruto-kun," she whispered.

Sasuke watched as the un-Naruto smiled up at Sakura trustingly, letting his eyes slowly flutter shut. Hesitatedly Sakura, lifted the hand holding the kunai, pausing above the un-Naruto's chest. Silently mouthing an apology, she held her breath as she swung her arm down, squeezing her eyes shut as the blade sank easily through the flesh of his chest and pierced his heart. His eyes sprang open, mouth gasping in a silent oh as he turned towards his friend and childhood love in disbelief.

Tears streamed from her eyes as she watched the life slowly slip from the specter's eyes as the un-Naruto gave a final shudder before laying still. Sakura slowly let go of the handle buried deep into his chest and stared horrified at the blood coating her fingers. She turned towards the un-Sasuke, now suddenly behind her and reached her bloody hand out towards the apparition. "I did it Sasuke-kun. I killed him for you."

"Don't touch me you filthy whore!" the un-Sasuke shouted, slapping her hand away before smirking down at the shocked kunoichi who visibly flinched at the insult. "You stupid little bitch," he sneered. "Did you really think I would want to be with you after you gave it up to Sasori so easily? How could I ever love a slut like you?" He kicked her in the stomach, causing the medic to double over in pain as she struggled to regain her breath. "Thanks for getting rid of my final obstacle between Konoha and my revenge. I'll be sure to tell everyone what a big help you were," he added condescendedly, turning on his heel and walking away without a backwards glance. "Toodles Sakura-chan," he waved before disappearing in the shadows of the room.

"Wait Sasuke-kun!" she shouted after him, desperation leaking into her tone. "Please don't leave me! Don't leave me alone," she glanced back at the blonde corpse behind her, sobbing uncontrollably before collapsing to her knees. "I did it for you," she whispered brokenly. "I love you. I love you. I love you…."

The real Sasuke watched as Sakura screamed after the specter, begging him not to leave her alone and professing her love over and over again. As he watched the heartbroken and hysterical medic attempt to crawl after the apparition, Sasuke tried to convince himself that he wasn't sympathizing with her. Believing he had seen enough, Sasuke moved to exit, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the scene as he noticed another apparition had appeared and had advanced on Sakura. He remembered this person too. He had encountered him back when he was training under Orochimaru and right before he had seen Sakura again for the first time since he had defected. Sai stared down at the pink haired kunoichi coldly, his gaze unforgiving.

"Traitor," the un-Sai accused in a tone as cold as his gaze. "I knew you would only end up betraying us in the end, but what do you have to show for it? Look at you, all alone and pathetic. You've killed the only person who ever truly loved you and led to your village's destruction, all for a man who doesn't care if you live or die."

Sakura visibly flinched at his words, but made no move to look at him or respond.

"It really is troublesome how stupid you are," commented the specter of Shikamaru as he emerged behind the un-Sai.

"She can't help it though," came another voice as an apparition of Neji joined the group. "It's her destiny to be a dumb whore."

"She attempted to murder her shishou and now she's killed her team mate, the Kyuubi. But we all knew she was a traitor when she failed to kill Sasuke at the Kage's Summit," chimed in Ino's voice as her specter jumped onto Shikamaru's back and wrapped her arms around his neck for support. "We all know what has to happen now," she continued, sneering down at Sakura in disgust. "Treason is an execute-on-site offense during times of war."

Sakura's head snapped up, her eyes widening in horror as the small group began to advance on her.

"Yeah," agreed the un-Neji. "Thou shalt suffer a traitor to live."

Sasuke had to get out of there. He refused to watch the infliction of violence on his former team mate. He had had his fill listening to Sasori torture her. He didn't pause to consider that his resolve towards her was weakening, that he was starting to care. He dismissed the emerging feelings as just a desire to escape this world he found himself trapped in. He managed to reach the door as Sakura's screams began. Calmly he exited and walked back into the hallway, grateful that the door had closed itself and silenced the sound of ripping flesh and agonized shrieks.

"No such luck in there?" Kisame asked, bringing Sasuke's attention away from what was happening on the other side of the closed door behind him.

Sasuke simply shook his head.

"Hmm, maybe you should try looking through her memories," Kisame offered, pointing to a wrought iron door blocked by numerous heavy chains and locked with a large padlock. The words Things Better Left Forgotten (But Are Always Remembered) were etched in gilded letters on a sign above the door.

"How am I supposed to get in there?" Sasuke asked, raising an eyebrow in annoyance.

"Oh, all of that is just for show," chuckled Kisame. He walked up to the door and tapped the padlock causing it to instantly crumble as if covered in rust. The heavy chains followed suit, crumbling to dust as they fell away from the door. "She couldn't hide this stuff from you. She's never been able to hide much from you."

Unwilling to confirm or deny the ex Kiri-nin's statement, Sasuke pushed the door open and walked in. It didn't take long for him to recognize the setting. He may have been absent from Konoha for years, but he would never forget that fucking bench.

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