The Kazekage stood impassively on a tree, watching her intently. Sacora knew that she was going to be beat. No matter how much training she had she knew that she couldn't beat someone like him. It's true though however that she wouldn't go down without a fight. After all, she didn't know any other way to fight.

Within seconds after she had noticed his presence she was evading iron sand left and right. Soon enough sand was once again starting to encase her. The sand was closing in on her, and she couldn't to anything about it. She fought for movement, but the sand had encased her entire body, inevitably making her immovable. She couldn't do anything to stop it. The only thing that she could hope for was that Sasori could come in time to save her from the Kazekage.

Sasori had been watching the skies from the boarder on Suna, resting on the hard stone that circled the village. The moment that Sacora had left the village, a lump had formed in his chest, and he hated every moment of it. Nearly an hour after she had left him he had decided to follow her, he just knew that something was amiss, it was almost as if she was calling him.

Now, within the forest he was starting to feel the chalkra signature of the girl he was looking for. Speeding up his pace he pressed forward. Sasori was beginning to wonder what had drawn him to find her. Was it really because of the moment that they had? He figured that nothing else could truly entice him to follow her. What had the girl done to him? He's known about the Haruno Clan's abilities, but he only knew the basics, nothing more, nothing less.

Then mid jump, he noticed something, making his eyes widen for fraction of a second. He stopped on the next branch, and concentrated harder. What he found startled him. The Kazekage was near, that was obvious to him now. Questions raged in his mind. He also noticed that the lump in his chest was completely gone, but replaced with a sharp pain that made him cringe. When a gust of wind went past him the pain was gone, but worry was starting to engulf his senses. A whisper past his ear, making him to ridged.

The soul with eyes of fire lies within the spring, with a name of equal importance. However greater significance...

The moment the words past his ears he raced onward, faster than he ever had before.

Then he saw him. The Kazekage, watching the limb body of a girl he knew all too well. Rage, loathing, and wrath suffocated him. Chalkra strings seemed to move by themselves, and whatever trace of love and compassion left him then in that moment. He would kill that man. Whatever happened after that with him, he didn't care.

The rest is history that is already known.

Sakura stood, watching as the scene faded, and furniture returned into their original spots in the study. No one spoke, and the atmosphere in the room screamed troubled and depression. The realization of the past was a weight on all of them, despite some of them that already lived through it once.

Sakura was in a mass of deep confusion and sadness. Why is it that she never knew the teachings of her own clan? Why did no one tell her? Tsunade knew of it obviously since Sacora had the strength of a thousand men. Were they friends of some sort? Mere allies? There was so much to uncover from the past now that she knew of the truth. Resolve filled her then, and a sudden maturity radiated off her.

Anare and Deidara looked at each other the moment the furniture rematerialized into existence. A certain understanding was between them at that moment, and Deidara took the lantern from the ground, light fading out of it quickly. They then left the study almost silently, leaving Sakura alone with a very quiet Sasori.

Sakura studied him for a moment, feeling a twinge of pity for him. She knew that he hated that just as much as Deidara or more, but he just sat there unmoving on the couch the moment it had became solid. He seemed to be staring at the floor, with a clenched jaw. Giving him one last look she went to his desk, and turned the chair around, and letting herself sink into the fine leather seat. She sighed in exhaustion before closing her eyes, letting the silence in the room engulf her mind in relaxation.

A long moment of silence passed between the two, and soon enough Sakura found herself closing in on sleep that was well desired.

Sasori who had been lost within his thoughts was starting to get annoyed by the fact that she hadn't even spoken a word to him about The Story. He looked at his chair, and frowned.

"You heard what she said to me when she died, didn't you?"

Sasori's smooth voice woke her from the dozing that she had allowed herself to do. "Hmm?" She asked with half open eyes, letting her feet swing the chair to face Sasori. She stretched, moaning quietly, before slumping back into a lazy posture. She had a slightly disoriented smile on her face, "Hmm?"

Sasori's eyes narrowed, "I don't like to repeat myself Sakura."

His tone was sharp and Sakura noticed it right away, making her straighten in her seat. She thought about what he had said moments before. She wasn't really listening, and didn't really care at the time, but now she really knew what he was talking about. The smile dropped from her lips, and she looked away.

"I did. 'The soul with eyes of fire lies within the spring, with a name of equal importance. However with greater significance'."

"You know what that means don't you?" He asked.

Sakura looked up at him reluctantly, "She meant me didn't she?"

He nodded gravely. She became frustrated almost immediately, "What does she have to do with me then? Why would she see me in her final moments?"

He rested his head in his hand, facing her with bored eyes, his head tilted, "All Haruno's have visions."

"But I've never had one," She said hoarsely.

"That's probably because of the fact that you've never known of them, either that, or you've never known you've had them. If Sacora saw you in her last moments then you must be something special."

Sakura's brows knitted together, and her mouth was open, but no words could be formed. She was at a loss for words. She was lost within her thoughts, where questions with unknown answers lay. She then felt a sudden lump in her throat as it went dry. Why had no one told her? Just... Why?

Sasori then got up from his chair from a sudden urge that even surprised himself. Sakura's hair fell right into her face, shadowing her features. He could see her shell-shock, and frustration in her posture. Her fists were clenched so hard that her knuckles were turning white. Sasori's face remained expressionless as he strode up to her.

"Get up," He said so softly that he barely heard himself. She turned the chair to the other direction, having it now facing the window. The moon was showing now high in the night sky. When he had arrived, it was midday. Much time had passed since he came here.

He looked down to Sakura again, frowning. Kneeling down to her level, he still couldn't see her face clearly from the shadows that covered it. Reaching her loose strands he put them behind her ear, showing her face clearly on that side, and slowly doing the other one. Now fully seeing her face, Sakura looked so sad, and confused with her brows knitted together.

Her emeralds looked at his expressionless face, fully calm, and content almost. She didn't understand him, just a awhile ago he nearly killed her, and yet he does this. His was so unpredictable, and had very strange patters of caring and respect. One day he hates her, one day he helps her, another he tells her something affectionate. She just didn't understand, and yet thats what drew her to him most. She wanted into his world; that unpredictableness, that he has shown her many times over.

"Sasori," Sakura breathed.

He put his arms on the armrests, gripping them genteelly, as he kneeled. Slowly, but surely he lifted himself so that their faces were opposite each other, with just inches separating them.

"Sakura," He breathed. Her eyes widened slightly for a moment, while her brows were still together in an almost sad expression. She shivered at the way he said her name so softly, and full of meaning.

Unlike the expression Sakura wore, Sasori remained completely calm despite what he planned to do.

He then kissed her. Seconds passed, and he remained soft and slow with her. Based off of her earlier emotions he decided not to get too fierce with her. Even the strongest of flowers need their time to get stronger.

Sakura gasped softly, starting to feel her lips tremble against Sasori's own. She wanted this, but not anymore now, she wasn't in the best of moods to be the romantic that she really was. With one last force of her lips, she broke the kiss, panting slightly from not breathing for awhile. A lone tear fell from her face.

Something in Sakura just snapped back together, and she scolded herself for her actions of tears falling. Just what was wrong with her; crying in front of Sasori like she was. This wasn't her! It made her angry to act this way, especially since she was, no, is a shinobi. A ninja. A damn good one at that.

Sasori's face broke from it's composure into something more genuine. He knew that he would never fully turn into a person of such unstable emotions, but for Sakura he would break that, just as little. This girl changed him, just like her grandmother did, but surprisingly enough, he didn't mind that. From the final moments of his puppet life, something in him changed. His heart became suddenly whole again, just a sudden switch of personality that would be there probably for the rest of his life. Sakura had turned him, Sacora had done the same. He never wanted to accept that in the past, but now he did, and was going to use that now.

He wiped the tear from her reddened cheeks with his thumb, his expression confusing Sakura. She smiled sadly at him.

"Sorry, I probably disappointed you, crying like this," Sakura said softly, looking from the floor, to his eyes.

Sasori was at war with himself when she said that. He did feel slightly disappointed with Sakura for showing him this side of her, being that shinobi should not act like that, but he somehow understood, despite himself. He did understand though, full well. His grandmother had hid the truth of his parents deaths for years, never telling him. When he did though, he broke; all emotions became poison to him, that is, until Sacora had came, and now Sakura. Now Sakura was in the same position, but it was less of a traumatic event to her, being that she never met Sacora. She did know now that the truth was locked from her for years, no one telling her a single thing. The Haruno Clan.

"I understand Sakura," He said finally.

Sakura knew what he had meant by that. His parents, the never knowing of the truth, behind the cover Chiyo had put up. She looked at him with slightly widened emeralds, the tears dry. Just remembering Chiyo made her gut ache in sadness, she had been a good women, despite what she had done to the man in front of her, but she would never mention that to Sasori.

Sakura nodded, not looking into his eyes.

Sasori sighed, today had been a long day of watching, and emotion. He then stood, and stretched. Quite a lot of lost secrets had been revealed today, but there was a question that wandered into his mind. What next? What were they suppose to do with this new revelation of information? As far as the Akatsuki knew-other than Deidara-he was dead. He knew though that this was not the ending, no, this was just a simple beginning that had much more vibrant secrets, and paths to follow. The ending was nowhere near, that was positive.

Snapping back to reality, he found Sakura looking up at him with an incredulous look. He smirked slightly.

"Tell me Sakura," He said, "What do you make of all this? What will you do now?"

Sakura flushed at the question, feeling quite idiotic for not even thinking what she was going to do next. She had not thought that far ahead yet.

"Well," She started, leaning back into the leather chair, exasperated, "It's all so confusing, as to why my clan never told me a thing. What I plan to do next..." She tapered off into thought.

What would she do now? She knew that she would have to back to Konoha soon. Tsunade was probably going to kill her for not sending anything back for so long. Naruto had probably already requested a retrieval of her. She would have to go back to Konoha as soon as she became fully recovered, but what of Sasori? Will she see him again, and sometime soon after her departure? She had many questions too, about this place that she has kept to herself.

"I'm going to have to head back to Konoha soon Sasori, you know that," She said looking into his eyes with reluctance.

Sasori nodded, his mask back on his face, covering his true feelings once again. Now was not the time for sadness or reluctance, and Sakura had to know that.

"I know full well, Sakura. There's one more thing you need to know though."

Her brows furrowed. "What exactly would that be?"

"This is the Haruno castle, and only me and Anare know of it's past."

Sakura's brows flew to the sky, while her mouth dropped to the floor. What. The. Hell?! What else does she not know of her own family? Her freaking family owned a castle. The same family who never told her anything even remotely like this. Just what the hell?

Sasori chuckled lightly at her facial response. "It's true. In all honestly I hadn't even known until recently, when Anare first found out that you were a Haruno. She's the one who brought me here."

"My clan is from Snow country?" Sakura asked, shock still radiating off her tone. Sasori nodded in response.

"Sasori you need to tell me everything you know about the Haruno clan, before I leave here, and get back to Konoha." Sakura begged.

"I'm afraid I cannot help you much."

She looked to the ground in desperation. She needed to know just what she was.

Sasori smirked slightly, "There is however, many books that have knowledge of the Clan's past, along with many jutsu's to help you with your studies."

Sakura's head snapped up to him, a huge grin on her lips, and before she knew it she was crashing him into a bear hug that rivaled Naruto, but lessened the tightness knowing that Sasori wouldn't be happy. She nuzzled her face into his neck, smelling his scent of pine needles. Just like the scent of her bed, she thought.

Sasori was halfway expecting the hug, but was startled at the seer strength in it at first, but then he realized it was Sakura, who was as strong as the Hokage when need be. He put his arms around her, and held the short pinkette. When the arms lessened in strength around him, he did as well, and Sakura knotted her hands into his shirt pulling him closer to her. A soft smile played on her lips, while Sasori smirked. Sakura then leaned closer into him, and Sasori closed his eyes, leaning towards her as well.

The moment Sasori closed his eyes, Sakura grinned mischievously, and made a dead shot to the door, laughing. Sasori who was actually quite shocked, sighed, closing his eyes in exasperation, before running after her.

Sasori knew that she would be leaving soon, and now she was his secret lover. That meant that he would have to help her in the best way he can, whether it be in teaching her about her clan, with what he knew, or he would simply be her lover. Either way he would be there. The Scorpion, after all, has been turned, by the Flower; the Flower of Konoha. Just who knew what was going to happen to either of them? One thing was for sure though, he would never be alone again.

With the new knowledge of her clan, Sakura was more than determined to find out more about herself, and what she is bound to achieve with Sasori around to help. She knew that she would be leaving, but she knew that Sasori didn't want to be alone. That meant that she would see him again after all of this was over, or they would never leave each other's sides again. Who knows what the future was to be anyway? She knew also that she was something special, after all, Sacora herself had been the one to see her in her final moments.

The soul with eyes of fire lies within the spring, with a name of equal importance. However with greater significance...

Maybe there was more to what happened then what she had thought, especially since she could just heard the words left unsaid within the barriers of her mind. With wide eyes Sakura rushed to the library, in a dead sprint, no longer thinking of Sasori, who was following her. She needed to know what was happening.

...She is never left alone by her other side.

The end of Sakura and Sacora. Yes, I bet you are wondering just what is going to happen, next, but I will only start a part two if I get A LOT of review and favs/follows. This story is pretty boring, I know, and I'm sorry. This is my first story with more than one chapter.

Read my other stories, with Sasori and Sakura. They're sooooo much better than this one!

And yes, I am very sorry about not updating in nearly 3 months. I have been far too lazy. I was busy in May and April though. Anyways, I hope you liked this story. It's been fun!

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-Cassandra