This is an eventual SasukexSakura. Rated M for descriptions of violence and language. Very little graphic sexual content.

The story is accurate up to chapter 238 of the manga and contains spoilers.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Never have, never will.

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Sakura woke up four hours later at the light tapping at the door. She smiled as she looked down on her thigh. Somehow, Kenji's leg had ended up on her hip. Again. Gently, she slid it off, and Kenji moaned sleepily as he curled up underneath the covers, inching toward the indent in the futon that she had left. She opened the door.

"Yes?" she said to the white haired woman.

"I need you," she drawled lazily, motioning for her to come closer with one, manicured finger. Sakura covered her mouth.

"I didn't know we were at that point in our relationship!" she whispered breathily.

Torino snorted and shoved a bundle of clothes into her arms. "I know I'm sexy. Just keep your pants on, girl. Get dressed, and meet me out here." Sakura concurred to it, and quickly, she flung the yukata off. She pulled the pants on and slipped the shirt over her shoulders. She turned to Torino, grimacing at the end product.

"Captain, these are way too big."

Torino shrugged haughtily. "Not my fault you're so small." Sakura huffed with annoyance and simply rolled up the sleeves and the pant legs so they wouldn't drag on the floor. Quickly covering her feet with some slippers, Sakura nodded to Torino. With a shake of her head, Torino beckoned for Sakura to follow her, which Sakura did quite willingly. It had been a long time since she had talked to her captain, and they would catch up in time, but now was not one of those times. Sakura could tell by the proud and arrogant way the white-haired woman was carrying herself.

The woman led Sakura to the room they had been transported to. The room that the man was being held in. Unaware of her actions, Sakura swallowed, jittery in anticipation. Sakura turned to the woman for further instruction. Grimacing, Torino drew out a brass key, fading and darkening in color due to age.

"This man came here for Itachi's daughter." Sakura's breath caught in her throat, and she suddenly felt like the whole world was caving in on her. Torino frowned. "He told me he had a family; they need him to survive, but..." Sakura suddenly found the floor very interesting. Really, they were practically gleaming at the intensity she was staring at it.

"I'll have to kill him, unless you can erase his memory." Sakura shook her head up and down, her thoughts swirling violently in her head. When her captain grasped her shoulder, Sakura realized that her breaths were coming out in shallow gasps, and she immediately put an end to it. Calming her senses, she took deep, fulfilling breaths.

"If I do this, you won't kill him?"

The Mizukage gave her a crooked smile, almost a smirk but not quite. "You know I don't like doing that, Sakura." She shoved the key into its hole. "So you'll do it?" Sakura nodded, almost imperceptibly.

"He has to be still and conscious for this to work."

"Good. I'll hold him down." She turned the key and opened the door, holding it ajar for the pink-haired medic. "Ladies first."

Sakura snorted. "Funny."

The two women walked inside, and the man with silver hair panicked. He thrashed about wildly in his chair until it tipped over, where he continued to struggle. Torino dashed to his side and held his shoulders down, shoving her knees on to the backs of his, effectively trapping him. She gave a nod to Sakura. The man, whimpering now, shut his eyes and clenched his jaw, the muscles tightening spasmodically. Whapping him on the back of the head, he fell silent. Sakura bent over and tried to calm him.

"If you don't stop squiggling around, this is going to kill you." It worked, for he fell still, but it did nothing to soothe the man's nerves. He perspired heavily, and Torino made a face of disgust as she felt it soaking through his clothes.

"That shit better not be pee," she spat. The man just squeaked in response.

Sakura called warm chakra to her hands, and it was soon glowing with it. The man squeezed his eyes tightly shut as her hands neared his temples, but they opened again, wide, once they made contact. Soon, his eyelids began to droop sleepily. To no avail, he tried to force them open, but Sakura's Jutsu prevailed. Sakura smiled as she tampered with his brain and memories, erasing the ones she saw going through her head that involved Itachi and his family. When she was certain that all was finished, she withdrew her hands.

"I'm done," she informed the other woman. Torino let out a held breath. She had obviously been rather...tense during the procedure.

"Thank God it's over," Torino sighed. "Now we can get this piece of trash out of here." She roughly handled the unconscious man's limp body and threw him over her shoulder. "I'm going to be giving this guy to Saobi. You should get back to Kenji."

Thus, the Mizukage walked away.

What an odd girl.

Sakura shook her head, and her lips curled upward as she headed back to her room.

To her displeasure, Kenji had awoken already and was sitting applesauce style over his futon. His eyebrows were furrowed together, and it seemed that he was deep in thought.

"Hey, Kenji. Why aren't you asleep, sweetheart? Did you have a bad dream?" Sakura cooed, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand. "Are you sick?"

Kenji did not respond. He simply stared straight ahead and tapped his fingers against his knee, mumbling something incoherently. Suddenly, his head snapped up, his posture straightened, and he seemed to understand something now.

"I got it," he whispered. "I understand now, Mom."

Sakura was genuinely confused. She cocked her head cutely to the side and asked for enlightenment. "What do you understand, Kenji?"

"It's Mr. Uchiha, isn't it?" he demanded, standing up so he could look at his kneeling mom directly in the eyes.

"What's Mr. Uchiha? You're not making any sense, Kenji."

"Okay," he sighed, preparing himself for launching questions at his mother. "Do you remember how you told me that my dad was a bad person?"

"Mommy, was Daddy a bad person?" Kenji asked.

"Yes, Kenji. Your daddy's a very bad person," she choked. "But baby, you're nothing like him."

"Well, yes...but-" Kenji cut her off.

"And I heard you two talking when you thunk I couldn't hear you."

"Listen here, woman," he rasped out in a dangerous tone, stressing her insignificance to him on that stupid word. "You mean nothing to me. I thought we had that established."

Sakura snorted defiantly. "Yeah. Next time you say that, maybe you should keep your cock in your pants!" She hissed.

"I think cock means private parts, right?"

"Kenji, you weren't supposed to hear that-"

"And then you said that Mr. Uchiha was a bully! And not just a normal bully. A killing bully!"

"Kenji, don't talk to him!" she warned the little boy. "He's not like normal bullies; if he doesn't like you, he will kill you."

Sakura vaguely wondered where he got "killing bully" from, but she realized that now was not the time to entertain such thoughts. It was over; she knew. Kenji was just too smart for his own good.

He had found out.

His intense gaze suddenly broke, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me that Mr. Uchiha was my dad?"

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Sasuke awoke with a start, grabbing for his katana. Who the hell had gotten into his room? Sasuke would kill-

Boisterous laughing cut off his thoughts. Sasuke growled as he realized that he recognized this voice.

"Rudy Fallenhaust," he spat. The hairy man slapped Sasuke on the back, causing him to wince. God damn it, he didn't need this pesky existence right now! "What the hell do you want? Why are you still here? Haruno Kenji is not here anymore."

Rudy Fallenhaust hummed in agreement over on the opposite bed. "Yes, that boy isn't here anymore, but I noticed that they had brought you back here. You were pretty badly hurt, by the way. There was blood all over the back of the girl's shirt. I staked the place out, watched where she ran off to, and found this instead."

He tossed a bloody scroll over to Sasuke.

Sasuke's eyes widened almost imperceptibly when he saw the familiar Mist symbol on its front.

"That little, white-haired bitch!"

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I'm so sorry that was so short and late! Really, I am. But if I hadn't updated today, you wouldn't have gotten a chapter for at least another week. So my apologies!

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I am now going to do a sneak peak of the next chapter, a summary, if you will. Here it goes:

Sakura knew she was betraying her country; she really did, hiding a criminal in her home. However, this criminal did not deserve to die. Naruto would never have to know. Sakura didnt' know at the time how much this would affect and stress the relations between Leaf and Mist.

On a completely unrelated note, you should watch Seirei no Moribito!