Serendipity

by griffindork93

Finally the war is over, Madara is dead and Sasuke and Sakura are finally working things out...only to be ripped apart and scattered in different dimensions. Now they must fight their way across multiple realities to reunite and return home. Collaboration with Angellwriter.

2. Chapter 1: AU 5

Summary: Sakura thinks she's lost her mind when everyone keeps telling her the war never ended. She doesn't want to fight but what other choice does she have? She's stuck in a world not her own, and if she wants any hope of getting back home she needs to return to Konoha. Only, there's someone who doesn't want her to leave.

Genre: Angst, Tragedy, and probably some others.

A rough timeline for this story has been posted on my profile page. For those who care to know when major events happened and whether or not Angellwriter and I are pulling these dates out of our asses, it's there. And it is rough, because Kishimoto never put a date on anything that happens in the manga.

Warnings: Dark!Evil!Cruel!Sasuke, dark themes, character deaths, rape/non-con (nothing explicit. Only two sentences saying it happens. I am not condoning or supporting or saying it is okay in any way shape or form.), crude/profane language, brief description of torture/abuse, thoughts of suicide? Kind of. (They're vague.)

This chapter earns its M rating.

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Her chest was heaving as her lungs desperately tried to take in air. Her heart raced, blood pounding in her ears. The last time Sakura had been that afraid was during the war. Knowing that it was all in Naruto's mind had not helped any.

That's what she got for having a Yamanaka as her best friend growing up; an intimate knowledge of how mindscapes and mind jutsus work and knowing that events that occur in the mind can have physical effects. Ino was unflinching in her need to show off her jutsus each time she mastered one. On Sakura of course because it was her duty as best friend to help her with training and how better to prove they worked then to use them on her pink haired friend?

All she could see was the Kyuubi's orange colored chakra, bubbling angrily and giving off the killing intent expected of the greatest of the nine Bijuu. Seeing it whip towards her, all too similar to the time Naruto had lost control when he tried to use four tails against Orochimaru.

Déjà vu was never a comfortable feeling (and often times just bad news when ninja were involved because in that case, it was practically guaranteed you were walking into a trap. Genjutsus were a nasty business and if she wasn't so damned good at them she would have sworn off them.) but it was even worse when it was triggered by traumatic memories.

Stupidly, she had frozen in fear, half expecting Naruto to reenter his mind and protect her. Afterwards, she recognized that it was a ridiculous thought, but the blond had always been there, defending her even when she didn't need him to jump in.

But she couldn't always rely on Naruto to swoop in like the stereotypical hero and save her. Not to mention being paralyzed by fear was not a good trait for a ninja. Had the rosette frozen like that at any other time, she would have been dead.

In the last second before she had been removed from the tunnel mindscape, Sakura remembered pain. The soreness along her back from being smashed into the brick wall was an itch compared to the agony of the Bijuu's chakra striking at her for the second time. And that agony was so much more intense the second time because it was not only her upper arm injured, but the entire front side of her body.

Sakura slowly eased herself up into a sitting position, mentally cataloging how each part of her body moved. There was no twinge from her trapezius or latissimus dorsi muscles, which were the two largest muscles in the back and the ones that had taken the brunt of the collision. Nor did she note anything unusual in her rectus abdominus or oblique muscles, which were responsible for her shifting from a reclining position to an upright one.

She didn't like relying entirely on chakra for a diagnosis. Often times it could be a waste of valuable energy, and as a medic-nin, it was important that she conserved her chakra. Iryō-nin weren't supposed to completely heal any injury. Instead they healed it to the point that the body could safely take over.

Still, she let her chakra surge, running a full body scan to reinforce and verifying her hands on analysis. Being thorough and precise were key characteristics in her field of work.

Most importantly, Sakura discovered that she was not covered in lacerations from coming in contact with the demon's chakra, something she was glad for. Just the four scratches the pinkette had received when Naruto had unknowingly attacked her were excruciating. The Kyuubi's chakra was poisonous, and at the time she hadn't been skilled enough to heal the wound herself. Even Kabuto hadn't been able to heal it completely. For all his unsavory methods and twisted desires, she wasn't able to deny his medical acumen.

Absentmindedly, her fingers trailed along her left arm, tracing the faint scars left behind. With some trial and error healing Naruto when he trained to whatever it was he had done with the Kyuubi, Sakura had been able to minimize the scarring left behind. However, she hadn't been looking forward to healing the entire front half of her person. Had that attack not taken place in Naruto's mind, Sakura could say with certainty that she would be dead. Only a Jinchuuriki could survive exposure to so much of a Bijuu's chakra.

Relieved that she was uninjured, the jounin finally turned her attention to her surroundings.

"What the . . ." she breathed.

She was not, as she had anticipated, back in Team Seven's old training grounds. Naruto wasn't latching onto her in an insanely tight hug while shouting how he knew his plan would work and demanding the details. Even Sasuke, who had been in the idiot's mind with her until the end, was absent.

In fact, Sakura didn't think she was even in Konoha. Her teammates weren't the only things missing. The famous forest landscape was too.

She had awoken in a field of blackened grass the crumbled when she brushed a hand over the blades and sparse withered trees. Ash clung to every surface and the scent of smoke still lingered, telling Sakura that the devastation had been recent.

What had happened here? Was this her old training ground, charred beyond recognition by the Kyuubi's poisonous chakra? Or had the violent removal of her person from Naruto's mind resulted in her physical body also being moved?

The latter option made only slightly more sense than the first, because the first did not explain the lacking presences of Naruto and Sasuke. But it was still ridiculous because she had never heard of any power, all powerful tailed beasts that were beings of pure chakra be damned, capable of affecting one's physical state from within another person's mindscape. Yamanakas were an exception in that they could manipulate someone else by transferring their consciousness, but that was not what the Kyuubi had done.

Sakura heaved an exasperated sigh. Only Naruto could turn a favor into a disaster of such a scale. She had woken up that morning to the same routine she had fallen into since the war's end, and now she was in the middle of nowhere without even a kunai. She didn't even want to think how his jutsu managed to break all the laws of nature. Getting back home, preferably without causing an international incident, was her priority.

Taking into account the terrain, she reasoned that she had wound up somewhere in the north. Probably in Yugakure or Shimogakure, both of which were several days from her village. If she was really unlucky, she might even be in Kaminari no Kuni. The Raikage still hated Sasuke for supposedly capturing and killing his brother, because even if Killer B had managed to trick him, the Uchiha had still intended to take the Eight-Tails from him. Sasuke's actions in the war had in no way redeemed him in the Kage of Kumo's eyes, and he was likely to hate her just for being associated with him. Kumogakure shinobi were extremely unyielding.

This particular area couldn't have been part of the Fourth Shinobi War's battleground because the fire was too recent. It had been nineteen months since the war had ended. The vegetation, grass, flowers, sapling trees; something would have started growing back by now.

And while it was good to know she hadn't been displaced to a former skirmish site, Sakura still needed to get away from the area, lest whoever was responsible for the scorching the place returned.

"Well, no time like the present." Using the sinking sun to get her bearings, Sakura started lightly jogging southward, subconsciously masking her chakra until it felt like that of a mountain squirrell's.

After twenty minutes of travel, she had left the clearing charred beyond recognition behind, slowly traveling higher in elevation. It didn't take much longer for green grass to be replaced by grey and brown rocks. If the mountain range steadily growing larger in the distance wasn't a clue, the low hanging clouds were a kunai to the gut.

Lightning. She was in the Land of Lightning.

She felt like it bore repeating just to emphasize the point of it. She was in a dangerous country.

Sakura wanted nothing more than to hightail it out of the overly militaristic country, but she knew it was unwise. Beyond knowing that she was in Kaminari no Kuni, she had no idea where she was. So running blindly across the countryside would be foolish. Especially with night approaching. With her luck, she'd manage to run straight into Kumogakure and be arrested on charges of spying or entering unpermitted or some other bullshit.

Getting past the border checkpoint would be near impossible. They were unavoidable, being the only places to safely cross the mountains and she couldn't impersonate a Kumo shinobi well enough to fool them into letting her out. Hopefully, they'd recognize her as Tsunade's apprentice and give her a chance to explain.

She continued her ascent up the mountainside, keeping a close eye out for a cave or rock overhang. The sky was turning steadily darker and the clouds were now black. There was a storm rolling in, and Sakura would need to find shelter to wait it out.

The thunder came first, sounding infinitely many times louder up in the mountains than it ever did in her apartment. For a moment, she thought the clap might have temporarily deafened her, because only silenced followed it, then a streak of lightning arced across the sky with a sharp crack.

The jounin ducked into the first cave she found, grateful that it was semi-deep and lacked any signs of mountain lions. The Land of Lightning was notorious for their mountains lions, which Sakura had had an unfortunate encounter with during the war. The lion was easily comparable to the tigers that could be found in the Forest of Death and were lethal predators.

She set a complex genjutsu on the entrance. It wasn't being paranoid. Paranoia to a ninja was establishing adequate safety measures. She was simply taking precautions. Any other ninja foolish enough to wander out into this storm would only see what they expected to see when they looked inside her overnight shelter. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was a bear or a large mountain cat. Either way, they would not see Sakura.

The cave's floor was uneven layers of rock, so Sakura didn't bother lying down and trying to get comfortable. It would be futile. The walls were as uneven and scraggly as the floor, but she leaned back against the back wall, using it to support her as she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her head between them. Her stomach gurgled, protesting its empty state, but Sakura deftly ignored it.

She had chosen her spot specifically because it was furthest from the cave's opening, and a small outlying pillar offered her minimal protection from the blustering winds that howled outside. Sakura huddled back further as thunder rolled once more and lightning lit up the dark circle that lead outside in a blinding flash of white. Then the heaven's poured, and the torrential downpour, the drumming of its fall echoing around her, hindered all visibility. She couldn't see through the continuous stream of water cascading over the cave's entrance like its own personal waterfall.

Every time the thundered boomed overhead, Sakura pressed her legs closer to her and wrapped her arms around them a little tighter. Knowing it was irrational didn't stop her from being afraid of thunderstorms. They weren't common in Konoha.

The first one she remembered was when she was four. Her mother had been preparing dinner and her dad wasn't home from work yet. Sakura's mother, never liking having her young daughter underfoot as she cooked the evening meal, had shooed her out of the kitchen. Unable to jump into her father's arms when the first rumble sounded, Sakura had hidden in the hall closet, shaking and crying.

Her parents, frantic with worry when she hadn't answered their calls to come to the table, eventually found her sleeping, curled up underneath the heavy coats with twin tracks of dried tears on her face.

And that was how Sakura coped with thunderstorms ever since. She found a small, enclosed space, usually dark as well, and made herself as small as possible. Sometime while she was still young, she had started to sing the lullaby her mom used to sing her to sleep to, having found focusing on the sounds she was making drowned out the sound of the thunder.

"Baby's bed's a silver moon,
Sailing o'er the sky,
Sailing o'er the sea of sleep,
While the stars float by.

Sail baby sail
Far across the sea
Only don't forget to come
Back again to me.

Baby's fishing for a dream
Fishing near and far
Her line a silver moonbeam is
Her bait a silver star.

Sail baby sail
Far across the sea
Only don't forget to come
Back again to me."

Sakura sang softly, repeating the lullaby over and over until the soft melody was all she could hear. Eventually, she fell into an uneasy sleep. Simply being in the Land of Lightning was enough to prompt horrific dreams of her time during the war.

Corpses as far as the eye could see belonging to the five elemental nations that had come together to protect Naruto and Killer B from Madara and his grand plan to put the entire world into a genjutsu. The overpowering stench of hundreds of rotting, burning bodies. The blood, so much blood, that was a permanent fixture on the grounds where they had fought and bled and died. Explosions. Ninja crying out in pain. The scratching of when swords and kunais ground against each other, locked in a desperate struggle for survival. The feeling that she would never be clean; that she could never wash away all the blood on her hands. Some days she would glance at her hands and see dry, crusted blood under her fingernails. Madara's hysterical laughter.

The faces of those that she had failed to save swam before her. Glassy eyed in death, pale as a sheet, and cold as ice. Nonota. Ruka. Ensui Nara. Okisuke. Natsu. Ran. Yukai. And dozens and hundreds more. It was enough to make her doubt her purpose at times, when, as skilled a medical ninja as she was, she felt like she was losing more than she saved.

Sakura jerked awake when her head slipped from its position between her knees. Her hand automatically reached back for a kunai, only to freeze when it met air. Fresh off a shift from one shift from the hospital and with plans to return within two hours, she had not been wearing either her weapons pouch or her medical one. Both sat on her office desk; no use to her. It was a poor decision on her part to leave them behind, and if Kakashi or Tsunade-shishou ever learned of her rookie mistake, she was probably going to be forced to take on D-ranks for a month. She was never going to take them off after this. She was literally in the middle of semi-unfriendly territory with nothing but the clothes on her back. The red top with her clan insignia, covered by her green flak vest, short pink apron skirt with black shorts underneath and elbow protectors, were not the most protective of wardrobes. They certainly didn't prevent her from being cold. The Konoha flak jacket alone could get her killed.

She could still hear the metallic clang and shink of weapons clashing violently against one another. And it sounded awfully close by.

The pinkette shook her head so hard she nearly gave herself whiplash. The fighting had been a dream. A bad memory. Nothing more. She was recreating the sounds of battle because the nightmare was so fresh in her mind. No one was crazy enough to be out crossing swords in this weather.

When the distinctive sounds of fighting continued, Sakura decided she had to know who it was, because now that she was paying attention to it, there seemed to be more than two people fighting. The metallic clang sounded too often to be from a singular fight.

Sakura crept along the dripping cave wall, keeping one hand on it for balance. She peered down at the valley below, straining to pick out the combatants through the heavy rain that was still falling.

"No," she whispered, voice trembling as much as her hands. "This isn't possible. It can't be real." The jounin stumbled back, lost her footing on the slick cave entrance, and fell hard on her butt. That pain would register as a dull ache when she woke the next morning.

The mountain rumbled and shaked around her, further solidifying the sight she had seen. But Sakura stoutly believed it wasn't real. It couldn't possibly be. A hallucination, maybe, brought on by her sudden spatial disorientation, dehydration, and lack of food. Or her mind was recreating memories. She would believe any excuse so long as it meant that the sight below her was a figment of her imagination.

There was no reason for the Third Regiment, looking wearier and smaller than she remembered, to be locked in battle at the base of the mountain. The war was over. They had won.

Sakura retreated to her corner, the words "not real," falling from her lips over and over, as if giving voice to the denial would make the fighting and bloodshed disappear. She avidly watched the cave entrance, straining her ears to pick up the light footsteps of an approaching ninja over the rain. Hours later, stressed and scared out of her wits, exhaustion claimed her, and the woman remembered nothing. She would awake in the morning and write the whole thing off as a nightmare.

Or she would have, if not for her shelter being discovered.

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"This is it! It is right here, Kakashi-sensei!" shouted a familiar voice, breaking through her sleep deprived haze. Sakura peeled her cheek off her leg; sure there was a matching red mark on her face to the one left on her knee.

It was followed by the even more familiar voice of her one time sensei. Sakura tried to convince herself the goose bumps down her arms were because of the chilly misty mountain air and not because of fear. Kakashi was on a mission, but there was no way he was this far north.

"Mou, I'm not your sensei, Lee."

"Then I shall call you Commander!" Sakura easily envisioned Lee saluting to the cyclopean man with his signature bright smile that shine bright enough to temporarily blind a person.

There was a heartbeat of silence. "Sensei's fine." Well, the man never was a stickler for rules and formal address after his team's deaths.

"I sensed a genjutsu here. I assumed you would wish to know about it." Lee's genjutsu abilities had never been something to write home about, but what little skill he had had always been enough to detect an illusion, even if he couldn't dismantle it. It would be her sensei and her most fervent admirer that found her when she didn't want to be found.

Sakura's sleep hazed brain didn't register that she was about to be discovered until it was too late. Kakashi had already removed her genjutsu and advanced into the cave with Rock Lee at his side.

Green eyes blinked when Lee suddenly appeared before her. The man clad in green spandex was on his knees, eyes wide, as he reached a shaking hand out to touch her, like he couldn't believe he was seeing her.

"Sakura?"

Kakashi practically teleported to the teen's side at his fervent whisper. He, too, looked at her with turbulent eyes. She looked up at her sensei's face, and flinched at the sight of blood still flecked in his silver hair. Unbidden, memories of battle fighting side by side with these two men raced through her mind, filled with cries of pain and blood and one instance where Kakashi ordered her and Lee to leave him behind.

Unthinkingly, Sakura flung herself at her former sensei, not noticing the cold bite of steel at the base of her neck. "Is this real?" she murmured lowly. Then she made the mistake of looking him in the eyes. The black on red doujutsu spun, and Sakura was unconscious.

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Kakashi stared down at the unaware form of his lone female student. She had disappeared from the battlefield over five months ago. With no body to be found, he refused to believe her to be dead, no matter who told him otherwise. The silver haired jounin had spent every spare hour scouring the site of her last confrontation only to come up empty handed. His ninja hounds were unable to pick up her trail, so he had been forced to stop after two weeks.

He was told he had to let Sakura go. Forget the dead and focus on the living and the war at hand. Kakashi did not do that. Instead he held on tight, using the loss of his student to drive him forward.

Her disappearance had been another crack in his heart at the same time it served to strengthen his resolve to not let Naruto go the same way. Kakashi had already failed two of his students. The least he could do was keep his last one alive and safe.

Kakashi had never truly expected to find her alive. If she had been taken by Madara for whatever reason, the lunatic would never have let her go. Sakura would have been better off dead. Yet here she was, shrouded in genjutsu in a cave above their temporary camp.

Would they have found her had they not been attacked and he had issued the orders to stop for the night? Would he have noticed her chakra signature, weak as it was? Been able to pick it out from the thousands he was leading?

"Is it really Sakura-chan?" Lee's question broke the silver haired man out of his reverie. The boy was vibrating with hope and he looked at his commander beseechingly.

The three words she had brokenly whispered echoed in the small cave. "I think so, Lee. I think so." Thankfully, Gai's protégé didn't comment on the way his voice broke at the end of the sentence. He returned his kunai to its place in his weapons holster. Kakashi had not seen or sensed any genjutsu on the woman herself, but with those White Zetsus able to take the form of another person, he could not take any chances. Naruto was the only one who could pick out imposters by chakra alone.

The infamous Copy-Nin was trusting his instincts, which were right more often than not. Sakura's reaction upon seeing them was nothing like he had witnessed of the Zetsu clones' typical manner of interacting.

Kakashi was gentle picking her up. For all that she physically appeared to be fine, the young woman Kakashi saw before him was broken.

He handed her over to Lee, loathe as he was to do so. Kakashi wanted to maintain his hold on Sakura so that he knew this was real, and then the pair returned to the rest of the Third Division, which Kakashi immediately ordered back to Allied Headquarters. No one complained about the lack of rest when they caught sight of Sakura in Lee's arms. Kakashi tried to shield her from their prying eyes, but he knew that word of their discovery would spread. He and Lee would take Sakura straight to the medical base, where she would be monitored until her identity was confirmed.

Was it wrong for him to want this broken version of his student to be real?

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When Sakura awoke for the third time in two days, and was greeted with the white ceiling of a hospital room and the heavy, cloying scent of disinfectant in the air, she initially breathed a sigh of relief. It meant the whole thing, the burnt clearing, the war still being fought, Kakashi and Lee crouched before her with eyes full of both want and wariness, all of it was just a crazy dream she had because she had overworked herself one too many times. Maybe she ought to listen to her friends and take some time off.

The theory shattered upon closer inspection because her white walls were made of cloth. She was in one of the white tents erected by the medical corps, easily assembled and even quicker to disassemble. They were used during the war so they could relocate as needed but still offer privacy to the injured shinobi they were treating.

The second thing to register was the pounding in her head. She hadn't had a headache this vicious since the one time she let Ino and Tenten convince her to go out for drinks. Sakura had consumed enough alcohol to put Tsunade to shame, and that woman's blood was ninety-seven percent sake.

Sakura sat up, wondering why she was in an isolated tent and why there was nobody present. She could understand why Kakashi wasn't there, the man was notorious for hating hospitals and that fact didn't change just because it was a medical tent instead. Plus, he was busy commanding one of the army's most used divisions (no he wasn't her brain insisted because none of this is real), but surely Naruto would have moved in while he waited for her to wake up.

The rosette gnashed her teeth. Naruto most likely hadn't been informed. Nothing would have kept the blond from her side if he knew she was hurt. She remembered seeing Kakashi's Sharingan whirl. He had put her under for whatever reason. She had a tent to herself because they thought her to be dangerous.

The medic snatched up the small scroll at the foot of her bed. Individual clipboards weren't practical, nor were there enough to go around. So the medical shinobi wrote down all the patient information, treatments done, recommendations, and the whole nine yards in scrolls. Viridian eyes scanned its contents, pay particularly close attention to the history and cause sections.

Sakura Haruno, Chuunin of Konohagakure and apprentice to the Godaime Hokage , was labelled MIA November 26, in the sixth year of the Godaime Hokage. She was admitted to the Allied Shinobi Forces Medical Bay on May 11, in the seventh year of the Godaime Hokage.

Patient's body shows no signs of malnutrition, starvation, or dehydration, although she appears not to have eaten in over twenty-four hours. There are a few notable injuries.

One scar on her upper right arm, beginning at her shoulder and is half the length of her upper arm. Mildly resembles burn scars but was not caused by fire.

A laceration the left side from waist to hip.

The first two fingers of her left hand and her right thumb were previously broken and reset.

Several bones, see list below, show evidence of either old fractures or breaks, estimated to be two to five months old, that were previously healed.

The scroll, signed by Shizune, slipped from her nerveless hands, landing on the soft cotton sheet with a muffled thump. What in the name of the Sage of the Six Paths had Naruto done to her?

What Sakura had just read had to be a mistake. The war was over. Done and dusted. It had been more than a year and a half since Team Seven had defeated Madara. And she had never gone missing in action. If this was some kind of elaborate hoax, it was a cruel one. And a poorly designed one at that. How could anyone possible think she would fall for this tripe?

But there were things that didn't add up. Like her list of injuries. She couldn't remember ever acquiring each one, but sure enough, a quick scan of her body with medical chakra confirmed all the former wounds on the list.

None of her friends would deliberately injure her, and most certainly not for something as ridiculous as a prank.

She didn't want this to be real. A dull, hollow fear flooded her stomach at the possibility that this wasn't a hoax. It wasn't uncommon in patients that had undergone severe trauma, especially mental trauma or hard enough blows to the cranium that induced bleeding in the brain, to dream subconscious desires and convince themselves that their dreams were real.

Sakura knew that she had been injured several times during the war. It scared her far more than she wanted to admit, even in the safety of her own mind, that the nineteen months of peace and being home in Konoha might be nothing more than a desperate want for the war to be over. To not have to fight for her life and those of her teammates and friends day in and day out.

But what other explanation could there be? If it wasn't for the dates and Shizune's signature on her medical chart, Sakura might have accepted time travel. Naruto and Yamato had done that once, an excursion neither had remembered until after they had returned. A paradox that ensured that the two men would indeed travel back to the city of Rōran at the right time.

But she didn't think there was any jutsu in existence capable of moving someone forward through time. Just thinking it made her feel ridiculous.

If time travel wasn't her answer, then what was? Everyone in this—world—Sakura decided to call it for lack of a better term, because she still wasn't certain what was and was not real, was under the impression that the Fourth Shinobi World War was still being waged, that she had vanished from the battlefield without a trace and that she was still a chuunin, and that the date was May 11, in the seventh year of Tsunade's reign, which was three days after Naruto asked her and Sasuke for help with the seal that had caused this.

Sakura picked up her chart again with numb fingers, eyes mechanically scanning in contents, looking for any evidence that might indicate an injury severe enough to cause her to imagine nineteen months of her life.

She was torn in two. Part of her wanted to find what she was looking for, perhaps blunt force trauma to the hippocampus and its surrounding cortical structures or the temporal lobe. An injury to either area would affect the storing of her long term memories and her ability to retrieve facts and events. But Sakura also wished for nothing, because she wanted the good memories to be real and prayed that whatever was happening to her was induced by contact with the Kyuubi's chakra and that Tsunade-shishou would be able to fix it.

It was a frustrating endeavor, and a failed one at that, for she found nothing that remotely pointed to either heavy physical or mental trauma. In fact, the most serious injury listed underneath the history subheading was a broken elbow and two fractures in her left humerus from the disastrous mission to Wave.

It took several seconds for that information to sink in, and when it did Sakura blinked wildly, bringing the scroll within inches of her nose, as if reading it at a closer range would change the words written there. The pinkette hadn't broken any bones on that escort mission, or ever at any point in her career for that matter. She was the only member of Team Seven that hadn't been injured on that mission.

Green eyes roved the rest of the scroll, taking in all the details. Now that she was actually reading it and not just looking for key words, Sakura found several mentions of injuries that she had no recollection of. From the summary, she gathered that she had been tortured, and that was a hard pill to swallow.

Just what in the world was going on? This was too detailed to be a prank (Sakura had long since dismissed that theory because this shit just wasn't something you joked about. It wasn't anywhere near the realm of funny), she hadn't been injured in any way that affected her ability to recall memories, and she most certainly had not broken the laws of time and space and mystically travelled into the future.

Sakura slapped a hand over her forehead. Could it really be that simple? She had referred to where she was now as a different world, because she couldn't think of a more appropriate term to call it by. But what if it was a whole other dimension? Kakashi's Mangekyō Sharingan allowed him to manipulate time and space, warping items, jutsus, and people between two dimensions.

Taking into account Naruto's knack for making the impossible possible, Sakura had to seriously consider that the blond had transported her to another dimension. She stubbornly refused to acknowledge the fear and discomfort that came with such consideration.

The pink haired woman sagged back against her mattress. If Naruto's seal was responsible, she was stuck here. In the back of her mind she realized that this scenario was worse than having dreamt the last nineteen months of her life. There was no way she would be able to rewrite the seal from scratch, and with no formal teaching in fuuinjutsu, she wouldn't even attempt it had she had perfect recall and could remember every symbol. If this world was similar to hers, Jiraiya was dead in it as well, and Naruto didn't start learning until after the war, so there was no one skilled enough to send her home.

Although that was kind of a moot point. They'd have to believe her wild story first, and there was a higher chance of Tonton sprouting wings and flying than there was of someone believing she had traveled from a different dimension with the aid of a jutsu written by Naruto.

That was how Tsunade found her apprentice when the famous medic stepped inside the tent, lying despondently and staring at the ceiling in a shocked stupor. Thankfully for Sakura, the Sannin attributed it to post traumatic stress associated with shinobi that had been held prisoner for months on end and had been resigned to constant pain until they were finally killed.

The first couple weeks, sometimes even months, of recovery were the most critical. The shinobi in question would often believe their freedom to be a trick, or not think they were safe enough and fear that their captor would return. For some, they were so lost in their instinct to survive and escape that they believed every set of walls a prison.

Still, Sakura swore, when her shishou pulled up a chair and spoke to her gently, yet insistently, that she would be extra vigilant. They wouldn't always be able to attribute her out of character behavior to her supposed time as a prisoner. Eventually, someone would start asking questions and demanding answers she couldn't give.

"Can you tell me the last thing you remember?" Tsunade asked, amber eyes alit with concern for her second and youngest apprentice.

Sakura didn't answer immediately. Telling the truth was not an option here, but waiting before replying would make it seem like she was trying to think back to what happened before Lee and her sensei found her in the mountain cave.

"I woke in a clearing. It had been completely incinerated. I went south, to return to Konoha, taking shelter in the cave when the storm came in. Before that, I—I can't." The teenaged medic brought her hands up to her forehead as if to stave off a headache. "I'm sorry. I can't even remember being taken."

The Hokage pursed her lips, and for a minute Sakura thought she was going to be called out on her on her half-truths. It wasn't like she had lied. She remembered everything since she had entered this world, and she retained all her memories of her own world, but even though she would be expected to remember something of her time in captivity, it was by far safer to claim to recall nothing. Not only was it true for her, but it meant not getting caught up in lies.

"Were you wounded when you awoke?" Tsunade asked cautiously.

"No," Sakura blurted.

The famous medic nodded, acceptingly. "I thought so. The wounds we saw did not look to be healed by you. The residual scarring's not at all like you."

Tsunade then pushed off on her thighs and stood. "I suppose it was a long shot. And in the long run it's really inconsequential. We changed battle plans and relocated several times since you were taken, so any information they may have extracted from you is outdated and useless. What matters is that you're back and on the mend. I'll have you back in your division by the end of the week. I'm sure that Kakashi will be glad to have you back."

The jutsu monitoring her heart rate wailed. A honest reaction this time, not her just responding like she had witnessed patients do in similar situations. Sakura did not want to fight another war. Or the same one twice or whatever it would be. She had only just gotten out of one, and the aftermath of war was so much more brutal than living in one and participating it one.

"Sakura. Sakura!" Said girl was jarred out of her panic attack by Tsunade shaking her. "Listen to me. It's alright. You're fine. Take a deep breath and hold it." Tsunade continued talking in that vein, instructing Sakura to breathe in and out in measured breaths until her breathing and heart rate returned to normal.

"I'd like to work in the Medical Division," she said weakly.

Tsunade's eyes softened. "Of course, I understand."

She truly did, Sakura realized. Her shishou had lost her precious people, her brother Nawaki and her lover Dan, to war and senseless fighting between nations. That was when she developed her hemophobia. So Tsunade understood how fear could be paralyzing all too well.

"Now, I think there's someone waiting to see you." There was a twinkling in the older woman's eyes. "You can come in now," she called out.

And just like that, Naruto's arms were wrapped around her neck. Sakura blinked, wondering if the Naruto of this world had managed to learn his father's teleportation jutsu. Tsunade laughed at her bewildered expression and left the two teammates to their privacy.

"I knew you were alive," he said, and Sakura melted into his embrace, sinking into the warmth that was Naruto. His presence was comforting. Even if she hadn't been missing for five and a half months, the her of this world had been, and it was easy to see in Naruto's face that he had run himself into the ground trying to find her.

Sakura's arms came up to wrap around him in turn. "I'm okay, Naruto. I promise," she smiled brightly. The blond had enough problems on his plate. He didn't need to worry about her.

Naruto withdrew far enough to look her in the eye. Intense cerulean orbs stared into her soul. Sakura fought to not look away, irrationally fearing that her friend would be able to tell she was not the Sakura of this world. "No, you're not. But you will be," he said adamantly. "You're strong, Sakura. Stronger than me."

The pinkette stared at him, flabbergasted by that admission. In what world was she stronger than Naruto? She ignored the voice in her head the snidely whispered that it was clearly this one. Naruto was the strongest person she knew.

Not just in terms of his skills as a ninja, although he was off the charts there and would go far if her Naruto was any indication of this one's potential. This was going to get confusing fast. Sakura hoped she could keep the different variations separate in her mind. But his heart was strong. Naruto was pure. Selfless. Nothing could shake his belief, in himself, in his friends, in his village. He would do anything to protect his precious people, and his determination to do just that only made him stronger.

So how could he say in such a defeated tone that he was weaker than her?

It wasn't possible. Naruto being seen as weaker than herself was like Kakashi showing up on time and not reading his smutty books. It just didn't happen. Sakura was terrified of getting involved in this war again. Had it been the blond in her place, she knew that Naruto wouldn't have hesitated to do his part. He would have been on the front lines again protecting his friends, even if they weren't his but ones from another world.

Thinking about what Naruto would have done in her place made Sakura's stomach churn guiltily, but she convinced herself she was doing the right thing for herself. She had briefly considered that her knowledge of her world's war could prove beneficial, and then realized that it couldn't possibly be helpful because hers had ended nineteen months ago and there must have been a drastic change in this one for it to still be going. So she'd have no guarantee that the two would be alike in any way.

Plus, she could save lives here. And maybe, if she got over her anxiety, she could enter the war efforts as a field medic. No fighting, just saving people who might die before they could be transported to the medical encampment, set up well behind the campgrounds of the rest of the army so it would be well protected.

Naruto had apparently continued talking while she had reasoned to herself why he was completely wrong. "B's dead, you know. Well you don't, because it happened after you were kidnapped. Oh I wasn't supposed to say that! Baa-chan told me not to mention it or you'll panic and then she'd have to kick me out and I don't want to leave you alone. I just got you back," he rambled.

She laughed lightly, which saw Naruto relax infinitesimally. He was rather adorable when flustered. And he looked so contrite for bringing up a taboo topic. "I'm not going anywhere."

Naruto hung his head, slumping into the chair sitting beside her bed. His blond spiky locks hung in front of his face, shadowing his eyes. They probably hadn't been cut since the start of the war.

"You don't know that," he said despondently. "Someone took you from me once."

At this point, he burst into angry tears, and Sakura could only watch as Naruto fell apart in front of her. "It was my fault. Everyone out there, all the shinobi from all the villages, fighting day in and day out, dying left, right, and center. They're dying for me. Sometimes I think it would be better if I surrendered to Madara."

"No!" Sakura shouted. "You can't! Handing yourself over to the enemy won't do anyone any good."

"But, Sakura-chan," he tried to plead, "I don't want anyone else getting hurt for me. Everyone will be happy in his Infinite Tsukiyomi. There would be world peace. No more hatred. And that's exactly what I want. Why draw this out when we don't stand a chance of winning?"

The sound of flesh striking flesh echoed in the small tent. Naruto's cheek bore a red hand shaped discoloration.

"I already told you I was fine," she growled, unable to contain her anger. How dare Naruto, of all people, considering giving up? How dare he try to use her as an excuse to stop fighting? It was his nindo, his ninja way, to never give up and to never go back on his words. "Madara's genjutsu is not going to bring peace. It's going to enslave us all. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to be a slave to that madman again."

The second she spoke those words Sakura wanted to take them back. The idea that she had been caught in the Infinite Tsukiyomi hadn't crossed her mind, but her memories definitely could have been a result of the Uchiha clan's ultimate genjutsu. It was an obvious one in hindsight, although no less possible since Naruto was still alive and Madara didn't have the Nine-Tail's chakra.

Naruto reeled away as if she had slapped him a second time, hurt evident on his face. "I thought you didn't remember the last five months." His voice was strangled.

She didn't know whether she should gape at him in disbelief, because it wasn't like she had made personal enemies out of other shinobi and they were lining up to take her hostage, or admire that even as a shinobi, who by definition was a cold blooded killer, Naruto managed to maintain his innocence and naivety.

"I don't. But who else could it have been?" Sakura invented wildly, scrabbling to fix the blunder she had just made. She had just warned herself that she had to be careful with what she said and the first thing she did was insinuate that Madara was responsible for her capture. "No one else has reason to kidnap me. Maybe he thought you would come for me."

Naruto snatched her hands up, holding them tightly between his own. "I did. I would have found you. I wouldn't have stopped searching."

"I know." Just like they had never stopped searching for Sasuke, in hopes of bringing him back home before Orochimaru took over his body. Naruto had not given up then and Sakura had steeled herself to kill Sasuke so he'd stop causing Naruto pain. He would have never stopped looking for her.

"Thank you, Naruto."

Shizune poked her dark head in, tossing a friendly smile in her direction, and insisted that Naruto wrap it up and leave Sakura to get her rest. He complained loudly that it hadn't been fifteen minutes yet and the pinkette smiled seeing him back to his normal upbeat and loud self.

"Naruto," she called after his orange clad back as he moved to exit her temporary living situation. "We're going to win this war. You're going to beat Madara. Then we'll go back home and Kakashi-sensei will actually pay for a meal for once. We'll make him pay for all the times he's skipped out by going to Ichiraku's and eating ramen until we're fit to burst."

Naruto turned around, a mixture of insecurity and joy shimmering in his blue eyes. "So don't give up hope. Everything's going to turn out all right."

He flashed her a bright smile and ducked out of the tent. But not quickly enough to hide the crimson blooming in his cheeks. Her impromptu speech had been spoken with such confidence and sincerity because she already knew the outcome of the war.

Yes, it was different in this world. But the results were inevitable nonetheless. The Allied Forces could not afford to lose, and Naruto would go to any lengths to protect everyone he could. Madara had already lost and didn't know it. It was only a matter of when the end would come.

---

Naruto was a constant visitor over the next couple of days. He popped by before reporting in to the Kages, brought his rationed lunch and split it with her, which Sakura greatly appreciated because hospital food was worse out here than it ever was back in Konoha (she swore blind that she had seen hers move), and snuck her out after dinner so she could walk around the encampment.

But, as thankful as she was, Sakura was desperately praying that someone else would step into her tent. Given the restrictions imposed on her, it was understandable that she couldn't find a moment alone to hunt down Sasuke (It should be relatively easy. According to Naruto, he was part of the Third Division like her.) and see if he knew how the hell they were going to get home.

What she didn't understand was why the asshole hadn't come to visit her yet. He did not have limited freedom like herself.

Sakura nearly kissed the ground when Shizune finally released her from her clutches. Any day of the week, she wouldn't hesitate to put in extra hours at the hospital. Tsunade often had to lay down a mandate to keep her from going in and there were a few occasions where she was forcibly removed from the premises. But Sakura loved her job. She loved being able to save lives. But she would pick being the doctor over the patient every time. Everyone thought ninja made the worst patients, always leaping out the windows before they were cleared to be released or only coming in over someone else's shoulder because they collapsed. But they were wrong. Medic-nins were the absolute worst patients. Shizune had to keep one eye on her fellow apprentice so that she wouldn't interfere with the healing process by trying to hurry it along herself.

Well, if he wasn't going to come to her, she would find him. She would put her years of stalking the Uchiha to good use. Sakura cracked her knuckles and rolled her neck across her shoulders. Her parents had called her obsession unhealthy, and now as a grown woman she could comfortably admit it was, but it was damn useful at the moment.

Unfortunately for Sakura's fraying patience, Sasuke was not in any of the places she checked. The only places she hadn't looked had been his tent, because she didn't know where it was, and the mess tent, because Sasuke wasn't the type to linger and talk about the number of White Zetsu clones he killed over the midday meal.

With no other choice, the world traveler gave up on her manhunt.

Of course, the second she gave it up as a lost cause, Sakura turned the corner of a row of tents and ran smack into the man. Thankfully, neither took an embarrassing spill into the dirt, but Sakura was mortified enough that she hadn't sensed him and nearly fell. She was a ninja, for the love of all that was holy (and no, she wasn't referring to Naruto's ramen). She was supposed to be on high alert. They were at war for the Sage's sake.

Sakura took a hasty step back, looking up to say sorry, but her apology died a quick death.

Underneath the surprise he hadn't been quick enough to hide, lurked a thunderous rage. Like Sasuke was trying with every fiber of his being not to express that ire. His black eyes practically glittered with malice. The dark haired man sidestepped her with a stiff "welcome back," and stomped away, leaving her to gape at his back.

What was up with that reaction? It was like he didn't know that Sakura had been found. No, she corrected herself, it was more like he was furious that she was back. And who the hell said welcome back to someone who had supposedly been tortured? "Glad you're okay," or hell, even, "Glad you're alive," was better than "Welcome back." That made it sound like she had taken a voluntary vacation, which if the suspicions about this world's Sakura were true, was the furthest thing from the truth.

Sakura stared at the spot where he had disappeared for several minutes after he was gone. That run in was the weirdest encounter she had had with the avenger. More asocial than usual. She didn't know that Sasuke could be any more of a bastard. It was like this world's Sasuke didn't care for her at all. It made her wish for her Sasuke back, the one that she had made peace with. The one that had just admitted he liked her. At least she somewhat understood him. As opposed to this one. There was something vastly different about him, and she couldn't restrain her urge to know what.

Guess she would have to dust off the Handbook for Stalking Sasuke Uchiha. Because she had questions, and he was potentially the only persons with answers.

---

The day after that literal run in, the Third Division was sent out again. The five divisions were on a rotation schedule so that one division wasn't run ragged. That's what they claimed anyway, but with the First, Third, and Fourth regiments gone so often, she suspected otherwise.

So Sakura didn't have a chance to confront Sasuke. The more she thought about it, the more certain she was that Sasuke was her Sasuke. Not hers in the romantic sense, but that he had also come from her world. If that was the case, Sasuke probably believed himself to be alone here, and he wouldn't know what had happened to this world's Sakura. Acting distant was his way of keeping an army of ninja from looking at him twice.

It made sense to Sakura. Both she and Sasuke had been the test dummies for Naruto's experimental jutsu (she was going to use this as an excuse to never test one of his prototypes again as long as she lived), and they had been alone in the Jinchuuriki's mind when his furry friend had explosively evicted them. Which was almost certainly what had resulted in them being flung through space and time and into some kind of parallel universe.

That accomplishment alone was enough to boggle the medic's mind. But the truth was impossible to deny. It wasn't a dream. Way too surreal to be one, and while she had nightmares about the war and how it could have ended, she never dreamt of it lasting longer. Only that more had died because she failed to save them. It also wasn't a genjutsu. Sakura could dispel any genjutsu with ease, although Sharingan based ones did require a little bit of effort. But it was made easy by knowing the infamous doujutsu was capable of ensnaring her in an illusion. After you met an Uchiha's gaze, whatever you saw afterwards was almost guaranteed to be false. Knowing that what she was seeing wasn't real was ninety percent of the work done. Once Sakura knew she was in a genjutsu, breaking free was simply a matter of stopping the flow of chakra in her body, and then applying an even stronger power to disrupt the flow of the her chakra. Usually by making it circulate in the opposite direction for a short time. With her phenomenal chakra control, dissipating genjutsus was quick work.

Once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Therefore, the truth was that Sakura was in a world almost identical to her own, from the people to the events, but it was not hers.

There were enough differences when she looked around to hammer that home. Obviously, the still ongoing war was a huge hint. That discovery alone had been like getting hit by one of Tsunade's punches. There were also the faces she glimpsed around base. People who had died in her world were alive here and vice versa. Although, Shikaku Nara and Inoichi Yamanaka, Ino's and Shikamaru's fathers, were still counted amongst those dead even though the Juubi had failed to materialize in this dimension.

Sakura was still on a strict no strenuous activities ban for two more days. When the ban was lifted, she reported to the processing tent. It was massive, easily one of the largest tents. Every injured shinobi was brought there first, at Tsunade's insistence and to Ōnoki's grumbling, so that medics could prioritize them for medical treatment according to the seriousness of their injury. No exceptions. Her shishou didn't care if the world was ending, which was a distinct possibility if they lost. They couldn't fight a war if her shinobi were dropping dead from internal injuries they ignored to deliver an oral report.

Working triage wasn't her favorite job, but Sakura could usually tell with just a glance how soon one needed to be treated. Skin pallor, perspiration, fingernails, breathing, dilation of the pupils, dryness of the skin. The body gave off endless small clues for identifying ailments quickly without having to use chakra for a full body scan.

Before she knew it, more than a month had passed in this world. Tsunade called her into the Allied Forces' war tent once a week, but Sakura adamantly answered each and every time that she had not recalled anything since the last time they spoke.

Her shishou warned her that it was dangerous to constantly suppress her memories. While she may have healed physically, Sakura wouldn't be back to one hundred percent unless she confronted her memories and accepted the truth of what happened. If she continued to hide from them she ran the risk of something small triggering one violently. Maybe even a psychotic breakdown.

Sakura swore that a mind healer wasn't need. There wasn't any way she was letting a Yamanaka near her memories. She didn't remember anything of the five and a half months this world's Sakura had been missing, which made perfect sense because she had not lived them, but was also odd because, over time, Sakura knew everything her otherworldly counterpart knew.

She hadn't noticed it until Naruto once told the tale of the one disastrous date they had been on. She knew it had to belong to this world's Sakura because she had never accepted one of the blond's invitations to ramen. Yet she remembered how stiffly the two of them had acted and how little they had talked. It was like putting a romantic label on top of their friendship had made them into complete strangers. Naruto had called it off half way through, proclaiming that they could never be together because she was more like family. He had then brought her home, pecking her goodbye on the cheek, and knocked on the door as soon as she closed it asking if she wanted to hang out because he was bored. They had gotten ramen (again, but Teuchi didn't question them paying patronage to his stall twice in two hours) and made a beeline for the practice fields. Both agreed they were better friends than a couple.

So the woman found it highly odd that she had yet to learn just what had happened to her since she was taken off the grid in November.

Her memories weren't the only things acting oddly around camp.

According to Naruto, the third member of their team spent most of his time away from the packed encampment. To avoid all those that would gladly try to stab him in the back for his brief stint on Madara's side at the beginning of the war. And she said try because there weren't many shinobi capable of getting the drop on the Uchiha and sticking a kunai in his spine.

But, ever since she had been brought back by Lee and Kakashi, Sasuke was spending increasingly longer amounts of time at their base. His dark hair and piercing stare were everywhere she went. His behavior was maddening to the pinkette, because it was further proof that he could be from her world, and yet he never once approached her.

Sakura emerged from the triage tent, wondering what Sasuke was waiting for and hoping that he hadn't chosen now to fix his moral compass. Because she didn't want to wait until the war was concluded to return home.

Amongst the members of Team Seven, they joked that Sasuke was notorious for his bad timing. Not in the same sense as their chronically late sensei, but in when he made life altering decisions, because it was always happening at the worst possible time.

Sasuke had switched sides in her world as well. He had done it towards the end of the war. Not even three months after he had joined up with the Allied Shinobis and the war was over. But he chose to do so during one of his insane ancestor's moments of grandstanding. Madara had thought he had taken out the Fifth and Special Attack divisions, which would have been a crippling blow, but Sasuke, ingeniously, had used his Sharingan to manipulate a platoon of White Zetsus into leaching the chakra of every member of those two divisions, and Madara had wiped out a significant part of his own army instead. It had taken a lot of convincing on the Kage's part, which Naruto play a heavy role in, but it was done with the Allied Forces's cooperation and the knowledge that, if successful, Sasuke would be allowed into their ranks with minimal persecution.

It was bad timing because he had chosen to approach the Kages after he assisted in an attack that forced the Second Division to cede the land they had been defending. And he gloated about it when Tsunade unveiled that Madara's attack had failed, while he was still standing at the madman's side. Sometimes Sakura wondered why he had been labeled a genius, because none of his choices since earning his hitai-ate could be labeled smart even.

She supposed she could always approach him first, but Sasuke was a very unapproachable person. Not to mention that any time she came within speaking distance of him (which was quite large since they were ninja and had excellent hearing) he mysteriously vanished. Although she could still sense his eyes on her.

The trek back to her tent was a long one. Tsunade had ordered it relocated. Instead of being close to the multitude of medical tents on the camp's eastern border, she now slept closer to the center of camp. They thought she was less likely to be stolen from her bed if said bed was near all of the highly defended Kages' and division commanders' tents.

She hadn't walked by more than eight tents when she was dragged into the shadows between two by an arm around her midsection. It pressed a blade into her side. A large calloused hand, indicating that the person it belonged to fought primarily with taijutsu or weapons, clamped down over her mouth and nose. Unable to breathe, Sakura thrashed and struggled, bucking her hips back and digging her elbows into flesh. But the man stood firm, holding tightly until Sakura was on the verge of blacking out.

Just when Sakura thought she was going to die, and rather lamely at that she thought sardonically, the hand covering her mouth dropped to wrap tenderly around her throat. Of all the ways to die, being suffocated didn't even make her top ten most likely.

She desperately gulped in air, praying that a lack of air wasn't going to become a pattern. It was extremely painful.

"What do you want with me?" she gasped between lungsful of delicious air.

Sakura screamed when the kunai slammed into her. It was muffled by the hand that had come back up to cover her mouth, and once more her lungs were set to burst from not being able to draw in air. There were tears in the corners of her eyes from the unexpected pain. She cried unashamedly when the man dug the weapon in deeper and twisted it violently. The pain was agonizing.

"You know better than to question me," came the sibilant tenor. Sakura stiffened. "You'll regret leaving," he hissed in her ear. "Enjoy your transient freedom while it lasts. You're mine, Sakura. Don't ever forget that."

Sakura couldn't see her assailant, what with her eyesight black from lack of air flowing into the brain, but she didn't need to see him to identify him.

She went slack in his arms. He gently laid her on the ground. Hot and sticky crimson blood sluggishly poured from the wound, inhibited by the kunai he left within it. She'd recognize that voice anywhere. Her voice was no louder than a breath.

"Sasuke."

---

There was absolute chaos in the morning when Sakura was discovered in a pool of drying blood by a three man patrol squad that had run directly into a trap of ninja wires and explosive tags. She was healed quickly and escorted to the war tent where the five nations' leaders had already assembled.

Sakura tried to act appropriately shaken, but judging by the expressionless faces on all of the Kages she stood before, she guessed she hadn't succeeded. In all honesty, she didn't see Sasuke's attack on her as such a big deal. It was not the first time he had tried to kill her, and by doing so he had told her exactly who was behind her kidnapping over six months ago. She also got her answer as to why they never put their heads together to plan how the hell they were going to get out of this world.

The jounin could understand their anger. In their view, someone had snuck into their most secured base and successfully attacked on of their own. It was even more concerning that their target had been Sakura, because it was the second time they had gone after her.

But, while Sakura understood their concern, their fear that if it happened once it would happen again, she didn't share that she knew specifically who had choked her the previous night. It probably never crossed their minds that the enemy they were looking for might come from within.

She knew Sasuke well enough to know, despite this not being her Sasuke, that involving the rest of the army would only see to more people getting hurt. He didn't care whatsoever about attacking her unprovoked. This was something she was going to have to handle on her own.

With that in mind, she recited that her attacker had been a male taller than she was with calloused hands. It described three-quarters of their own army, which was no help because they did not know of any shinobi on Madara's side.

Sakura figured she ought to be concerned that Sasuke apparently had it out for her, but she found herself more curious than worried. Clearly, since he sequestered her away for five and a half months, his plans didn't involve killing her. For reasons she couldn't explain, even to herself, she wanted to know what made this world's Sasuke different from the one she knew. And the only way to get those answers was stick close to the man like a primed paper bomb.

Which was why, when dismissed by the collective Kages, Sakura remained where she was, looking beseechingly at the Hokage.

"You have something to say, Sakura?"

The pinkette chewed her lip a moment longer as the woman's eyes bore into her. She really didn't want to, but she didn't have much of a choice. "I'd like to return to the Third Division."

Tsunade raised a sculpted eyebrow at her request, but appeared to be actually considering it. Sakura was reluctant to set foot on the battlefield once more, but she was even more averse to letting Sasuke out of her sight. If Naruto's grumblings weren't exaggerated, Sasuke would vanish at the end of battles and return to camp hours after the rest of the division. She was actually kind of surprised that Kakashi, Gaara, and Tsunade let him get away with that behavior.

Knowing what she did now, Sakura would bet a lot of money, a vice she avoided religiously being Tsunade's apprentice, that Sasuke had been going to check on her. If she wanted to find her former prison, she was going to have to follow him.

She had berated herself for her sudden fear of fighting, of killing. She was a kunoichi. A proud ninja of Konoha. Killing enemies and targets, civilian and shinobi alike, was part of the job description. Yes, the war had been horrible, but it was not the first time Sakura had killed. Puppet he may have been, Sasori had still been alive. Besides, her enemies during the war had been monstrous clones of Zetsu's white half, who were vicious and capable of assuming the appearance of anyone whose chakra they stole, and a legion of people who had been revived from the grave.

So it really shouldn't be this traumatic for her. She should be able to throw herself into the war effort with no problem. Her current enemies weren't ones that even Naruto could sympathize with. There'd be no war if the lovable idiot could work his magic.

"Very well," Tsunade said at long last. "Starting next week you're back on duty."

"Thank you, Tsunade-sama."

The woman smiled wanly. "Just don't die. I'm not taking on any more apprentices. They take too long to break in."

---

If there was one thing Sakura had always been good at, it was pretending.

As a young child, she had always been chattering away with her imaginary friends, the only ones she had until she met Ino. Her parents had grown concerned when she showed no sign of letting them go at the age of eight, so instead of speaking to them out loud, Sakura did so in her head. And thus, Inner Sakura was born.

To Sakura, her Inner self was everything she was not. In a word, perfect; another thing she was good at pretending to be. All throughout her academy years, the pinkette upheld the image that she was a perfect kunoichi, because she had memorized all the rules by rote and could recite them by heart. Backwards too. It didn't take long for reality to shatter that delusion.

Whenever life became too stressful, Sakura fell into the habit of pretending her problems didn't exist. And in rare cases, like Sasuke's homecoming after the war, she actively avoided and ignored them. Just long enough for her to rein in her emotions, or simply take a step back and breathe, so that she could deal with the issue logically.

Currently, the jounin was pretending that she wasn't in over her head. That putting herself back on the front lines so she could track Sasuke wasn't a mistake.

She didn't recall having this much trouble the last time she fought this war, but the last time she wasn't simultaneously trying to keep tabs on her most wayward teammate, who despite sneaking away several times, she had never managed to follow. Sakura had had more close calls than she would like to admit. She had been saved by both Lee, who when she returned to her original world she just might finally go on a date with him as a thank you for saving her twice in another world (so long as he didn't ask for an explanation), and Naruto, who was everywhere with his Shadow Clone jutsu. His clones didn't hesitate to throw themselves in front of fatal blows. Sakura winced just thinking about Naruto getting those memories from the dispelled clones and fervently prayed that it would always be a clone that sacrificed itself for her and not Naruto himself.

But time wore on, and reintegrating herself into wartime habits became easy. Her reflexes were top notch. Her punches laid waste to Madara's army. Her improved medical skills, from drowning herself in the hospital when her war ended, were responsible for saving many lives. Every time she had to watch as a fellow shinobi bled out beneath her hands, Sakura vowed to end this war that much faster.

So focused on doing as much good as she could, whether it be healing wounded ninja or smashing through a group of White Zetsu's, Sakura utterly forgot her original objective for returning to the chaos that was the front lines.

Keeping an eye on Sasuke Uchiha, bastard extraordinaire. When she finally remembered, it would be too late.

It wasn't long, just shy of two months, when the ancient Uchiha finally graced the Allied Shinobi Forces with his presence. Team Seven, the current generation's heavy strike team, designed and put together to be destructive, was tearing apart his clone army faster than he could generate them. So it was only a matter of time before Madara confronted them.

While many quailed at his appearance, Sakura was glad for it. For it meant the war was drawing to a close, that Madara felt threatened enough to fight personally.

Funnily enough, Madara's death came about the same way as it had in her world. Naruto and Sasuke had fought the megalomaniac head on, with Naruto, being the more impatient of the two, attacking foolishly and generally without a plan.

Naruto, with his endless reserves of chakra, spammed numbers of clones most shinobi never even dreamed of. He used just about every version of the Rasengan that he had in his arsenal, which was a fair few. Big Ball Rasengan. Planetary Rasengan. Twin Rasengan. His Rasenshuriken. It was basically his Rasengan Super Barrage with every available form of his favorite and most devastating jutsu.

Only he wasn't attacking randomly. The blond's relentless assault was serving as a distraction so Sasuke, when he did strike, could get in a hit calculated to do the most damage. He struck as quick as a snake with his electrified Kusanagi, flung about Amaterasu, his black fires of hell, like he was igniting campfires, and made liberal use of his Susano'o to both deal massive amounts of damage and to protect himself and Naruto. The major benefit to that strategy was that being inside the younger Uchiha's Susano'o kept Naruto from being trapped in a genjutsu.

Sakura's part in Madara's demise was not so prominent. Every so often she would leap high into the air, a signal to her two teammates to clear out of the way and fast, and bring a fist down on Madara with enough strength to create a crater thirty meters deep and twice as wide. When Madara caught onto that trick, Sakura mixed it up so that the ground would shatter beneath his feet.

With no way to anticipate with attack she was utilizing, Madara had to clear out of the destruction radius. And having to do so quickly meant he had to follow Naruto or Sasuke, because the two men had already leapt to a safe zone.

So her role was actually quite important. She kept Madara off balance. Whenever Sasuke and Naruto were occupied, and the Uchiha ancestor was forming the hand signs for a jutsu, the jounin did her outmost to knock him off his feet and disrupt the undoubtedly horrible and lethal jutsu he had been aiming to unleash.

In a perfect moment of coordination, Sasuke shoved a Chidori into his ancestor's heart while Naruto grounded a Kyuubi's chakra mode Rasengan into the villain's back.

Blood dribbled down one corner of Madara's mouth. "Traitor," he coughed harshly at Sasuke. The now officially the last Uchiha's eyes were glimmering with cruelty and wickedness again.

Madara's dying words confused Sakura, cutting through her celebratory spirit. This scene should have been hashed out when Sasuke first switched side's months ago. Watched on by an army of several tens of thousands strong, the distinctive sound of chirping birds resounded as a Chidori crackled into existence.

Sakura realized his intentions too late. "Naruto!" she screamed.

The jubilant blond turned at the sound of her distress, exuberant grin slipping from his face when he saw Sasuke charging towards him, Chidori in the palm of one hand.

There was dead silence as the Uchiha's hand pierced Naruto's chest. Sakura faintly heard the sound of a woman screaming. It sounded an awful lot like Hinata, but the pinkette couldn't be sure because all she could see and all she could hear were the two men in front of her. The rest of the world ceased to exist, wholly unimportant when Naruto was dying in front of her.

Sasuke ripped his arm out with a disgusting squelch noise and Naruto crumpled like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

That shook Sakura out of her horrified stupor. She sprinted forward on shaking legs, dropping beside Naruto and calling upon every last drop of her medical chakra. Tears streamed down her face, and some snot too. Naruto's gaze, instead of staring at Sasuke with betrayal, was locked on her as she tried to perform a miracle.

"Just hold on, Naruto. I'm going to fix this. You're going to be just fine," she rambled, the hiccups and sobs interspersed making her nearly impossible to understand. "Kakashi's going to pay for all the ramen you can eat. And you still have to become Hokage. You can't die here. You can't!"

Sakura screamed wildly as she was bodily pulled away from Naruto.

The green chakra enveloping her hands puttered out. She shook and trembled against the body keeping her away from Naruto.

"Nuh huh, Sa. Ku. Ra." Sasuke taunted her. His voice dripped in her ear like poison. "Healing is against the rules. You honestly should know better by now."

"Let me go! You bastard! I can still save him! You have to let me go!" There was a sharp crack. It was several moments before Sakura's numb brain recognized that it was her wrist that had snapped.

Sakura stared wide eyed at Naruto, whose eyes were glazing over. She looked up to glare at the rest of the army, Kakashi and Tsunade in particular, to demand why they were just standing there when Naruto needed them to save him. The one time the Jinchuuriki truly required someone else's aid and they were letting him down, letting him die.

The entire army was looking at the three of them blankly. Genjutsu, her deadened mind provided. She had no idea that Sasuke was capable of casting genjutsu on such an enormous scale. It could not have been easy, even with his Sharingan.

"Why?" she asked desperately. "Why would you kill Naruto?"

"Because he loves you," was the cruel reply. "I won't let anyone take you from me."

Sakura knew that couldn't be true. Naruto didn't love her. Not in that sense. They were friends. Sasuke had to be lying. The snide voice in her head was back; this time saying that Naruto would pretend he didn't love her if his love made her uncomfortable.

"Please. I'll do anything you want. Just please, let me heal him," Sakura begged. "I'll do anything," she repeated.

Sasuke chuckled. It was a dark and twisted laugh. "No, I don't think I will. You'll do whatever I tell you to anyway. This is your punishment. For disobeying me. For breaking the rules. You won't be leaving me again, will you? Sa. Ku. Ra."

She went limp against him as he laughed hysterically. This was her fault. Well not really. The Sakura of this world was the one to run away, but what did it matter at this point. She was still her. It was her fault Naruto was dead.

"No. I didn't think so," Sasuke continued hatefully. "The next time you so much as put a toe out of line, I'll kill Lee," he venomously spat.

Sakura sagged, defeated. Sasuke let go of her at last and she slumped to the ground. She couldn't be responsible for another one of her friend's deaths.

"I'm sorry," she cried tearfully to unhearing ears.

To Naruto, who was dead because of her. Her promise of a happy ending just as broken as his body. To Kakashi, because she wasn't quick enough to prevent this. Just like that time on the roof of the hospital which felt like a lifetime ago. To Tsunade, who would have to train another apprentice in her place. To all her friends, who she was betraying in order to keep them safe.

Those would be the last words she spoke until the end of her time in this world.

She bitterly tried not to think about how those had been Sasuke's last words to her before he knocked her out and fled Konoha.

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Sakura lost track of time. It wasn't really important anyways. Her days revolved around Sasuke, blurring into a monotonous existence. A mockery of life.

Nothing mattered but what Sasuke wanted. His orders. His desires. His pleasure.

His every whim took precedence. Nothing else mattered.

It was a world full of pain. Sasuke was completely unhinged. Deranged. Insane. She didn't have to do anything remotely rebellious for him to plunge a kunai into her shoulder blade, trap her in his Tsukiyomi and force her to watch Naruto die over and over again for seventy-two hours, where he blamed her for his death, or randomly break a bone. Those were his favorite punishments.

Mentally, Sakura had shut down. She functioned enough to perform what the bastard demanded of her, but nothing more. She didn't want to feel the pain. Not the physical pain from Sasuke abusing her, but the emotional and mental pain. She couldn't bear it.

She couldn't reconcile this version of Sasuke with the one from her world that she had just made a working truce with. Yes, she knew her Sasuke had the capacity to be cruel, but of all the unforgivable acts he had committed before returning to Team Seven, he had never once done her serious harm. And, if the kiss she and her Sasuke had shared was anything to go by, her Sasuke cared for her whereas this one did not.

There was one part of her life that she was conscious of. Every time Sasuke took her, which happened frequently, Sakura temporarily froze her ovaries so they wouldn't release any eggs. She refused to become pregnant with that demon's spawn. No doubt the child would also be a monster.

Thankfully, Sasuke was too insane to know what she was doing, so she was safe from any repercussions. And so were her friends. They were the only reason why Sakura didn't fight back. Without insurance that she would win (was it weak of her that even after all he had put her through she struggled with the thought of killing him) it was too risky.

Or so she thought.

Sasuke was apparently not as unaware as she had believed him to be, though. He struck her across the face after he finished with her.

"You little slut!" he screamed violently, throttling her. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing! You're going to stop that!"

"No," Sakura said firmly, speaking for the first time in many weeks. Her voice was no louder than a whisper and came out all scratchy, but there was no mistaking her defiance. Her emerald eyes burned with an inner fire.

Sasuke punched her in the jaw. Her head was flung to the side. Sakura didn't react in any way to her jaw breaking.

"I'll teach you," he said, crazed. "I'll teach you just like I did Naruto." The chirping of birds sounded glorious to Sakura. She had wanted nothing more than an escape from Sasuke. To die and join Naruto would be wonderful.

The Chidori tore through her. Instantly, Sakura coughed up blood.

Sasuke's eyes widened frantically seeing the red substance spill from both her mouth and the hole he had just made in her chest.

"Heal yourself!" he demanded. The Uchiha grappled for her hands, setting them over the gaping hole in her body and staring at her expectantly.

Sakura smiled at him, blood covering her teeth and bubbling past her lips to slide down her chin. "No. Not today, Sasuke. I've been waiting for a moment when I could die."

"No!" Sasuke spat, furious. "I won't let you die. I won't let you leave me. Not again. Not ever."

"You don't have a choice."

Sakura only wished that she had died in her own world, surrounded by friends that loved her and would mourn her passing. She hoped she would see Naruto when she died, so she could apologize for causing his death.

She closed her eyes, drawing up an image of Naruto in her mind. She didn't want Sasuke Uchiha to be the last thing she saw before she died. In her mind Naruto was as bright as ever, from his blond hair and his orange jumpsuit to his smile.

He extended an arm towards her. Smiling softly, Sakura lifted her own arm to grab it.

There was a searing pain on her right arm, and her image of Naruto vanished. Sakura stared in disbelief at her forearm, which now bore a strange seal that was glowing orange. The light emitting from her arm grew brighter and brighter until it was all she could see.

When the light died away and she sank into oblivion, Sakura did so gratefully.