.o2o contract
An oath, that should been simple if not for multiples of factors that were named loyalty, love and sadness. It was a forced hand written pledge added with a speech to the public that was humiliating as the eyes of injured shinobi and civilians bored in to her bruised faced tracked with tears. The real leader of the destructive organization dubbed in English the 'red sun' was smug, with scarred lips curled back akin to a feline. The Uchiha had ended the seemingly ever-lasting rule of the senjuu clan easily with extracted souls of the demons and violent men (and woman) at his cloaked side. In the end though many had fought valiantly to protect what they did not know, deaths ranked high; civilians and shinobi alike; friends, family and everything in between. In those ranks of corpses now piled to the grounds in cheap cedar coffins were her teachers, friends and the bodies of those wretched elders. Maybe some of them deserved that fate the medic decided, that they needed to or deserved to die as they have delivered the same fate as the Akatsuki has done to others. Imposing their ideals and figurative dominance on others in or around multiple villages.
The entire oath was a contract in layman's terms; in turn for the safety of the village and it's remaining population she would become his 'assistant' though that could be translated in to 'personal whore' my the general populace of glares. Though Sakura could plainly remembering Sasuke hissing in to her ear "Your such a martyr." Before he stalked away from the group creating the terms of the agreement, Madara looking at them in an amused way. He was right, she was the epitome of a martyr without the acknowledgement of the people that she was saving from a proverbial hell.
As eyes drearily rested down wards at the ground as the voice of the eldest Uchiha rung out over the Hokage's courtyard, most that were huddled in that area were forced to hear the terms of their fate. Upon her tender neck hung the edifice or the seal that showed her part of the contract, a heavy collar that regulated the use of her chakra. Oh it didn't suck it out and leave her with a civilians amount, no. It stored it away or locked it up inside of her, only allowing the use of that life energy to be used for purposes of 'good' i.e healing than the destructive sort.
Sucking in a breath, the reek of soot and death defiled her nostrils as Sasuke flagged her other side. Pinned between two dark haired and brutally scared individuals. Often times the feeling of a pitying look was shot from the man with sparrows frolicking in his hair and one of hate from a girl in glasses. The kunoichi swore she almost crushed that woman's face in with her pinky though it was possible that she was using a body replacement Pein style.
Eyes narrowed as the speech was concluded, and her hand was tooken by the new 'slave' owner. His grin was no longer just a coiling felid smirk upon scar tissue but a sparkling grin that could of possibly rivaled Naruto's if he were still alive. Who wouldn't smile? Especially when they had won something that had been supposedly stolen from them. Her mind mused how she would or could possibly be like the Shizune to Tsunade sort of deal; though that would never happen. As the terms of the contract started right away, Sakura was led off to a life that would quickly become not her own.