It was difficult for Sakura to process what was there. She could hear before she could see, and what she heard was enough to send a sword of fear through her stomach, clutch at her windpipe and send tears into her eyes that she desperately tried not to show. The walls were black and bloodstained, and red lights shone down from the high ceiling, an arch that caused al of the sounds to rise and echo hideously, replaying themselves to Sakura's internal torment. If she squeezed her eyes shut, they would not go away. If she left, they still would not go away. She felt sick to her core.

Restrained in many ways shapes and forms were women of every kind. These men did not appear to be picky in their victims, and Sakura felt bile rise in her throat as she looked around the terrifying container. One woman in particular caught her eye. A girl.

She looked so young. So hurt. So frightened.

"Please don't touch me! Please! Please don't hurt me! Please…

I'll do anything you want."

"Stop!"

"No more!"

"Please!"

"Mmmf!"

"" Silence.

The desperate pleas rebounded and the men causing them laughed, becoming rougher, punching harder, stabbing recklessly. This wasn't just sex, if she could bring herself to put a 'just' into that sentence. This was a torture chamber, filled with sickening sights and sounds of victims. The girl had so many injuries it was as if she were made of paper.

Cuts speared through her like she was a broken plate or smashed glass, the wounds almost see through once the blood cleared, and Sakura's inner medic cried out at the ones that weren't left to congeal. Thick tears trailed down sallow cheeks from swollen red eyes, clinging in droplets to thickly made up eyes that were wide with fear. Rough fingernails raked red trails down her ivory skin, scraping into her neck, her shoulders, smearing bloody trails down over her swollen breasts and her abused stomach to clench violently into her hips. It was malicious, intentional, cruel. And she hated every second of it with a vengeance that tore her apart. She fought against her attacker with determination, but she was never brought down by his actions. She knew what to expect. She was ready for the pain.

His fingers trailed gently over her porcelain cheek, gently stroking away the few strands of hair that had gotten in the way. His eyes trailed over her soft smile, lingering on her relaxed mouth, her lips a vibrant red from her lipstick. He removed his hand, and brought it back down with a resounding crack.

"Don't look at me like that, bitch."

"I love you." She uttered brokenly, and then she proceeded to pick up the glass from the floor, trying to return everything to how it should be.

It never completely worked.

"Stop! Just fucking stop it, you bastard!"

A few seconds later she quieted, but only because her cries were the cause of a broken jaw.

It was sickening to watch, the way his hand so callously pulled back and crashed into her, his expression not at all changed as he did so. As if she had barely done anything to cause it. As if it were a completely normal thing to do.

To him it probably was.

Sakura jumped as that same, sweaty, disgusting hand landed again on her shaking shoulder, the skin beneath clammy and cold with fear. She didn't want him to touch her. She didn't want this shit anywhere knew her. She was nothing, she was weak, she was vile, she was defenceless, she was a murderer… She was better than this. She knew she was better than this, she wouldn't hurt people like this….

"Akina, darling?"

Sakura blinked and turned to see a different hand on her shoulder; Kakashi's. This comforted her nearly immediately, and she forced herself not to remove her eyes from him, with his sharingan covered by a contact lens. It was so closely matching his usual colour that she couldn't help but wonder if this was what he would look like with two usual eyes. It was calming… and the way his body was cradling her with his scent was soothing.

"I'm sorry, but Akina tends to get dizzy spells that are worsened with too much physical activity. We have travelled quite far today, and she could use a lie down."

Sweaty palms looked surprised. "How did you get so far when she is sick?"

"I carry her. She weighs little."

"Hmm," He scratched his chin and looked her over, not sexually, but with concern.

"Try some iron tablets. It could just be a hint of anaemia. Have you consulted a medic?"

Maybe this man wasn't so bad after all. "Akina trained as a medic, although she has little chakra abilities. She can heal minor wounds and ailments, but she doesn't know what causes her illness. We aren't sure of what could cause it, or any methods of healing it. The iron tablets sound like a good idea though."

He nodded. "I can have someone bring some to you. Come, I'll show you to your room."

Sakura was only vaguely aware of Kakashi leading her along the various hallways and down the wide stairs. She wouldn't probably know where she was, and that would probably be a good thing. She wouldn't immediately know her way back up there.

She didn't sleep, but none the less she was out like a light the moment she hit the large, soft, clean bed.

It was hours later that Kakashi finally got Sakura 'awake' again. He hadn't stopped trying, but he knew that it had nothing to do with his attempts. He wasn't sure how to handle it, and all he could really do was let her know that he was there, and that he cared, and wait for her to drag herself back out alone.

Her expression was still slightly glazed over, and her voice was hoarse from the hours of only occasional whimpers and dry sobs. Kakashi got her a glass of water, watching with care as she sipped at it slowly, waiting for her to talk in her own time. She handed it back to him, and opened her mouth, but all that came out was a sob and a broken whisper.

"We need to get them out immediately!"

He pulled her into his warm arms and rocked her backwards and forwards. "We can't yet, you know that," He replied softly. "We'll just have to work as fast as possible."

"That's not good enough!" She responded harshly. "They are in pain, we need to get them out! That should be our priority. This is sick and-"

"What, and let them just find others? If we get these woman out of here, and don't take down the organisation then they will just find more."

"They've suffered enough!"

"Well what is worse? A couple of months more, or a few dozen extra women to share it out? You know it doesn't work like that Sakura, and while we can't stop this immediately, we can stop them form hurting others."

"Stop spewing that textbook crap! Stop being so detached!" She pushed against his chest. "Let's go on a fucking killing spree and leave!"

"Sakura-"

"They deserve to die!"

They deserve to die.

Sakura stilled at her own words, shocked by them. She knew she was right. She knew that she'd been right then, regardless of the who. They deserve to die. Sakura let out a choked gasp as emotion welled and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

He deserved to die.

"Do you feel less guilty now?" Kakashi asked with a soft calming voice that only he could really achieve.

Sakura breathed in deeply. "Yes, I do. How would you know? I haven't told you."

"I know you wouldn't kill without reason. And that is a strength, not a weakness."

"Does it make a difference who you kill?"

"No. If someone deserves something, you should give it to them, regardless of who it is."

Kakashi's eyes didn't leave her own as Sakura slid her hands up to his shoulders, and slowly sat herself up until her face was at the same level as him. She kissed him slowly, gently, tenderly as she held him tightly to her.

"You deserve that, even if you were my teacher."

Kakashi stroked her cheek gently with his hands, wiping away any tears that remained.

"I love you Sakura. And you are more deserving of that than anyone I have ever known, or ever will do."

A/N - Not particularly pleasant I know. And the chapter is short again :L Just seemed like a good place to leave it.

1) MySoulIsYoursTakeIt - I hurried! :P Your wish is my command, or something like that XP My sister suggested black metal chopsticks :L They were used as a murder weapon in a book that she has just given me to read.

2) DarkAngelNeko666 - Good on you :P Come to the dark side we have cookies :L Thank you for the review and for pointing out what works, and of course for adding to story alert.

3) Little-bad-Angel - I understand you, and don't worry, that guy is the almost niceish one. Well, as nice as those absolute fuckers can get. Shall update soon!

4) TeamTHEFT - I thought my paragraphs were too short :L but I shall not worry about it now!

5) HarryPotterFreakXD - Thank you very much! Keep reading!

6) I haven't written put up anything else yet. I'm putting more into this fanfic than other current projects.

7) Hence why some mistakes haven't been fixed. I hate going through something I've written, lazily looking through it and 'wow, this is shockingly bad'. Once I'm finished with this I'll do something better.

8) Nothing else to say really. I'll update soon as possible.

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