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"Sasuke," Naruto called over his shoulder as their feet pounded through the echoing tunnels. "You good?"
No answer.
Sasuke's silence was thick, brooding. Rage throbbed in his veins, white-hot and merciless. Haruhi had taken Sakura—Sakura. And Jūgo… that betrayal stung deeper than he'd anticipated. To twist someone like Jūgo, someone so fragile and loyal, into their personal weapon?
Unforgivable.
"We're not killing anyone if we can help it," Naruto said, his voice sharp as steel. It was a warning meant for both Sasuke and Suigetsu. "Is that understood?"
Suigetsu gave a mocking snort, his blade resting across his shoulder. "Even the great Uchiha Sasuke won't follow that rule. Not when his girl's involved."
Sasuke's jaw clenched. His fingers itched to wrap around his sword hilt.
"Sasuke," Naruto said again, more forcefully this time. "Is. That. Understood?"
Sasuke snarled. "Damn it—yes. You have my word. I won't kill anyone."
Yet, he added silently. If Haruhi laid even a finger on her…
Naruto nodded, satisfied—for now. "We need him alive. Haruhi's the only one who knows what he's planning."
Suigetsu scoffed. "I'm honestly shocked you're not out for blood after what he did to Hinata."
Naruto's red eyes flicked back, glowing with suppressed fury. "Who says I'm not?"
The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.
Suigetsu swallowed hard. Maybe, just maybe, he should've stayed behind with Karin and the others.
But it was too late to turn back now. Their pace slowed as a voice—smug and far too familiar—echoed through the stone corridors.
"Sakura-sama," the male voice crooned, each syllable dripping with theatrical adoration. "Isn't this wonderful? You and I are going to reshape the shinobi world. With your brilliance and beauty, the world will kneel before us. Isn't that glorious?"
A pause, chilling in its expectancy.
"I said, isn't that glorious?"
There was a beat of silence, and then Sakura's voice came.
"Yes, Haruhi-kun."
She said his name the same way she had once said Sasuke-kun—gently and with love. It sent a spike of nausea straight to Sasuke's gut.
When they finally slid into the clearing, the cave widened into a natural chamber lit by dim, flickering torches. There they were—Haruhi, Jūgo, and Sakura. Her hands were bound loosely, chakra suppressors glowing faintly around her wrists, but it was the glassiness in her eyes that unsettled Sasuke most.
She wasn't just restrained—she was being controlled. Manipulated.
Haruhi turned toward the intruders, eyes narrowing as he took in Naruto, Sasuke, and Suigetsu. A slow, annoyed frown crept across his face.
"Tch. I thought I'd have more time," he muttered. "Maybe I should've broken Hinata's spine after all…"
"You thought wrong," Naruto snarled, his fists crackling with chakra. "Let Sakura-chan go. Surrender now, and we won't have to hurt you."
"Speak for yourself," Sasuke said, voice ice-cold.
His gaze cut through the cave, skipping over Haruhi to land on Sakura—and linger there. There was something in her posture, something off. This wasn't just a kidnapping. This was a performance. A puppeteer and his prized marionette.
Sasuke's fingers twitched.
He would burn this cave to the ground before he let Haruhi keep her like this.
"Jūgo. Sakura," Haruhi said smoothly, his voice as slick as oil. His grin widened as he draped an arm possessively around Sakura's shoulders. "Take care of these little nuisances, will you?"
Before anyone could move, Sasuke acted on instinct. A kunai was in his hand and flying toward Haruhi's skull in the blink of an eye.
But it never landed.
In one swift motion, Sakura raised her hand and knocked the kunai off-course, sending it clattering against the cave wall with a metallic clang. Her green eyes met Sasuke's with a sharp, icy glare. There was no hesitation in her movements—only precision and control. Too much control.
"Oi!" Naruto shouted, stepping forward. His eyes bounced from Sakura to Sasuke, concern etched deep into his features. "Be careful with Sakura-chan!"
"I know," Sasuke growled, not taking his eyes off her for a second.
Something was wrong—he could feel it. Her chakra was off, her expressions wrong. She moved like herself, but the intent behind it? Twisted. Muddied.
Controlled.
Suigetsu edged back a step, warily eyeing Jūgo, who stood silent and tense like a storm waiting to break.
"I'm not taking Jūgo on alone," he muttered.
"I've got Jūgo," Naruto said firmly, stepping forward and drawing in a sharp breath. "You get to Haruhi. And Sasuke—"
But Sasuke was already gone.
He bolted forward, eyes locked on Sakura, his footsteps echoing like thunder through the cavern. His heart pounded as fast as his feet hit the ground. He didn't care about Haruhi. Not right now. Not when she was looking at him like she didn't know him. Like he wasn't the love of her life.
Naruto let out a sharp exhale and gave Suigetsu a tight nod.
"Let's move."
Suigetsu cursed under his breath. With a sharp flick of his wrist, he flicked his blade, the metal gleaming ominously in the low light of the cave. He launched forward, aiming straight for Haruhi's throat.
But Haruhi only smiled.
With the same unsettling calm he'd worn since the beginning, Haruhi pivoted and darted deeper into the labyrinth of the mountain caves, his cloak trailing like a shadow behind him. Suigetsu growled in frustration but gave chase—he couldn't let the bastard slip away.
As Haruhi turned a sharp corner, Jūgo suddenly peeled off and vanished into a separate tunnel without a word.
Naruto swore. "Damn it—Jūgo!" He hesitated for only a second before sprinting after him, chakra flaring around his body in an orange blur as he disappeared into the darkness.
And just like that, they were separated—each forced into a different battle, alone.
"I can't believe Jūgo is being controlled," Karin muttered, pacing at the base of the mountain. Her voice was tight with frustration, her arms folded across her chest. "It's ruthless—tampering with his medication like that."
Hinata stood beside her. Karin's crimson eyes scanned the jagged silhouette of the mountain that loomed above them like a sleeping beast.
"Naruto-kun and the others will figure it out," she said gently. "I'm sure once Sakura gets a good look at him, Jūgo will return to normal."
Karin paused mid-step, then glanced at the Hyūga. Her expression faltered. "Sorry… about your eyes."
Hinata shook her head slowly, the wind tugging at her hair.
"Sakura will heal them," she said, a quiet conviction in her voice. "As soon as Naruto-kun and Sasuke bring her back."
A silence settled between them for a moment—anxious and heavy.
Sai exhaled as he finished tying a scroll to his ink-summoned bird. With a flick of his hand, the creature took off, flapping into the dusky sky toward Kakashi. He watched it vanish, then turned back to the two women.
"What a mess," he muttered under his breath, then said more clearly, "We should put some distance between ourselves and the mountain. When Team Seven moves together…" He glanced up at the looming rock. "Destruction tends to follow."
Karin sighed, the tension never leaving her shoulders. Her crimson eyes flicked up toward the rocky peaks, brows knit together. "I hope they're all right in there…"
The wind carried her words away, leaving only the silence of the waiting woods and the distant echo of rumblings from deep within the mountain.
Water dripped rhythmically from the stalactites above, echoing off the jagged stone walls. Naruto skidded to a halt as the tunnel narrowed and then widened again—just large enough to serve as an arena.
A growl echoed from the darkness.
Jūgo stepped forward, his body already morphing. The curse mark patterns spread like wildfire over his skin, one arm bulging and transforming into a grotesque weapon of raw flesh and rage. His eyes glowed, glassy and vacant.
"Jūgo," Naruto said, panting slightly from the chase. "I don't want to fight you, man. You don't have to do this!"
Jūgo didn't answer. He roared, a guttural sound filled with anguish, and lunged.
Naruto barely dodged the first strike, the force of it shattering the rock where he'd stood moments before. Dust filled the air, but Naruto's vision was sharp—he could see the tremble in Jūgo's fingers, the flicker of hesitation in his stance.
"You're not a monster!" Naruto shouted, flipping back and forming a shadow clone in a flash. "This isn't you, and you know it!"
Another punch. Another explosion of stone. Jūgo was relentless, driven by something beyond anger.
Naruto's clone grabbed him by the shoulders, trying to hold him back, but Jūgo roared and sent both of them flying with a violent wave of chakra. Naruto slammed into the cave wall with a grunt.
"Come on, Jūgo!" Naruto shouted, forming a Rasengan in one hand. "I know you're in there! Fight it!"
The Rasengan met Jūgo's punch midair, the resulting shockwave hurling them both backward. Naruto hit the ground hard, coughing, but pushed himself up again.
Jūgo hesitated. Just for a second.
Naruto saw it—and pushed forward.
"Find a reason to fight for yourself, not as someone else's weapon! Don't let Haruhi take that away from you!"
Jūgo staggered. His breath came in ragged gasps. His hands trembled as the curse mark began to retract slightly… then surged back with a scream of pain.
Whatever control Haruhi had over him—it wasn't breaking. Not yet.
But Naruto didn't stop. He pressed his hand to his chest, feeling Kurama's chakra stir inside him.
"I'm not leaving you like this," Naruto whispered, eyes glowing with determination.
And with that, he charged—ready to fight for Jūgo until he could fight for himself.
Across from Suigetsu, Haruhi stood with an eerie calmness. His pale fingers toyed with a syringe filled with a shimmering purple serum. He twirled it idly, as if he had all the time in the world.
"Looks like it's just us," Suigetsu muttered, his eyes narrowing.
"Indeed," Haruhi said smoothly, slipping the syringe into a pouch at his waist. "How fitting. The sword-wielding water rat against the man who understands how the body can break."
"Cute," Suigetsu said, resting his massive sword on his shoulder. "You talk a lot for someone who's about to get diced."
Haruhi smiled. "And you underestimate the nervous system."
He moved first—a blur of speed unexpected from a medic nin. Suigetsu swung his blade in a wide arc, but Haruhi ducked beneath it, palming three senbon coated in a glistening black substance. He flung them expertly.
Suigetsu dissolved into water just before they made contact, reforming behind Haruhi.
"Nice try."
His blade came down with a heavy, wet crash—but Haruhi had already moved, using chakra to propel himself to the wall. He crouched like a spider, feet clinging to the vertical surface, and smirked.
"You do know some poisons travel through moisture, don't you?"
Suigetsu's eyes flicked down. A small nick on his arm. One senbon must have grazed him when he reformed.
"Shit."
"Your body is made of water, Suigetsu. That makes you very easy to dose."
The world tilted slightly, the cave beginning to spin. Suigetsu steadied himself with his sword, eyes narrowing.
"I've survived worse."
"Oh, I'm sure," Haruhi replied, calmly pulling out another vial of silvery fluid. "But the question is: how long can you keep your form before the paralysis sets in?"
Suigetsu gritted his teeth. "Long enough to shove this blade through your smug face."
With a roar, he charged, ignoring the way his limbs felt heavier. Slower. He swung horizontally, forcing Haruhi to dodge backward, then downward, landing with catlike grace. Haruhi countered with a slash from a chakra scalpel aimed at Suigetsu's side.
It sliced clean through—but instead of blood, water spilled out.
"You're going to have to do better than that."
"I am."
Suddenly, Haruhi slammed a palm to the ground—chakra surged.
A poison mist erupted from a seal hidden beneath the rocks.
Suigetsu choked, the vapor clawing at his lungs. His vision swam now. His form dripped, struggling to stay cohesive.
"I designed this to target blood cells. But I imagine it will make holding your shape… difficult."
Suigetsu dropped to one knee, snarling. "Damn… you're a real freak."
Haruhi's eyes flashed with something almost manic. "No, Suigetsu. I'm a visionary."
With the last of his strength, Suigetsu slammed his sword into the ground, channeling chakra to force a burst of high-pressure water in all directions. It scattered the mist and knocked Haruhi back against the far wall.
Both men lay still for a beat—blood dripping from Haruhi's mouth. Suigetsu, gasping, slowly forced himself to rise, reforming inch by inch.
"You're not walking away from this," he growled, blade in hand once more.
Haruhi wiped the blood from his lip and stood, unshaken.
"Neither are you."
"Sakura," Sasuke hissed, pivoting just in time to avoid her fist. Her chakra-charged blow slammed into the cave wall behind him with a boom, sending cracks spiderwebbing outward and a storm of debris raining down around them.
"Look at me. Listen to me."
But she didn't pause. Didn't blink. Her emerald eyes were glazed, empty of the fire that used to burn whenever she fought by his side. No warmth. No recognition. Just chilling obedience.
Sasuke gritted his teeth, sidestepping another strike—this one narrowly missing his face and carving a gaping hole into the wall beside him. The force of the impact trembled the floor beneath them. Rock dust thickened the air like smoke.
"Stop being controlled!" he shouted, desperation creeping into his voice as he ducked low and rolled away from a brutal roundhouse kick. "You can break out of this—I know you can! You're strong enough, damn it! You've always been strong enough!"
Still, Sakura advanced. Wordless. Robotic. Like a weapon wrapped in the form of the woman he loved.
Sasuke's heart pounded—not from the fight, but from the fear gnawing at his chest. This wasn't her. He knew her strength, her stubbornness, her willpower. She was the one who never gave up. Not when they were kids. Not when he left. Not even after he returned.
And now—now she was gone?
No. Not yet. Not like this.
"Sakura!" he roared, his voice echoing off the walls. "Snap out of it! I don't want to hurt you!"
Another punch. Another dodge. More stone exploded behind him.
He was running out of space. And time. If he let her keep going, the mountain would collapse. If he pushed back too hard—she could be seriously hurt. And Haruhi... Haruhi could use the chaos to slip away.
Sasuke's eyes narrowed. He didn't want to do this.
But he would.
"Fine," he said coldly, voice low, barely above a breath. "Have it your way, then."
His Sharingan snapped to full power, tomoe spinning until they bled into the black and red kaleidoscope of the Mangekyō.
A second later, Sakura stilled mid-punch.
Darkness swallowed her.
She was no longer in the cave.
Instead, she stood beneath a pale moon, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The forest was quiet, almost reverent. The stone path beneath her feet was familiar, as was the ache in her chest.
This was that night.
The night Sasuke left Konoha.
The night he left her.
And there she was—her younger self—standing on the path that led to the village gates. Tear-streaked, trembling, begging him not to go.
Sasuke's voice echoed around her, low and soft. "Sakura… arigatou."
She watched it unfold, heart splintering again despite the years that had passed. Her younger self stepped forward, full of hope and desperation, whispering "If you leave, I'll scream."
But she never did. She never got the chance.
Because young Sasuke, with shadows in his eyes, stepped behind her. And with one swift motion, rendered her unconscious.
Only—this time—it was different.
This time, she saw what she hadn't before.
Instead of letting her fall, Sasuke caught her.
Held her.
Cradled her like something fragile, like something precious. His fingers trembled as they brushed the hair from her face. He memorized her, devoured her with his gaze—as though he knew this would be the last time.
And then, gently, he lowered her to the bench. Took care not to let her head hit the wood. He crouched beside her and leaned down—not to whisper a final goodbye, but to press a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead.
Sakura gasped.
The vision began to shimmer—cherry blossoms blooming and falling around them in a swirl of memory.
Then his voice came again, low and raw, echoing in her soul.
"That night was when I knew I loved you," Sasuke said, "I couldn't deny it anymore. I always felt something. But when you stood there, offering your heart to me without hesitation, I knew... I couldn't stay. If I stayed, I'd never be able to walk the path I'd chosen. You were the one tie I couldn't sever without breaking completely."
The petals scattered, caught in a breeze that wasn't real. The illusion faded.
And suddenly, they were back in the cave.
Rock dust still hung in the air. Debris littered the ground.
Sakura stood motionless, her fists lowered. Her eyes were wide, shimmering with unshed tears. And when she blinked, the dam broke. Silent tears streaked down her cheeks as she looked up at Sasuke.
He stood before her, breathing hard, eyes still glowing with the Mangekyō's power. But now, there was no coldness in them. Only quiet desperation. Quiet hope.
"Sasuke-kun…" she whispered.
Her voice was her own.
The haze of control had lifted. Not just because of Sasuke's sheer force of will, but because Sakura herself had been fighting the drug in her system with her own chakra. Taking her time deep down to push it out of her system. Her eyes shimmered, green and wide, locked onto his.
Sasuke exhaled slowly. His Sharingan faded, though his eyes still brimmed with emotion.
"I love you, Sakura," he said, his voice low and sure.
She blinked. The world seemed to still.
"When I asked you to help me rebuild the Uchiha clan… it was never about using you. It wasn't some cold calculation or duty. And it wasn't just about children, though…" He paused, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Having a family with you… that would be the greatest happiness I could ever know."
He stepped closer, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed her cheek, brushing away a tear. "What I meant was this: I want you beside me. Not just as a kunoichi or a medic-nin. Not as a teammate. I want you to help me restore the Uchiha name. To restore its honor. To build something better… together. For what was lost. For what could be. For what we can create—side by side."
His hand lingered against her skin. "Thank you… for loving me all these years. For waiting. For never giving up on me. Even when I gave up on myself."
Sakura's lip quivered, and she stared up at him like he'd just unraveled her soul and stitched it back together with a whisper.
Then a slow, wobbly smile spread across her face.
"Shannaro…" she muttered, voice breaking as she half-laughed, half-sobbed. "It's about time, you idiot."
Sasuke let out a breath of something dangerously close to a laugh—relief, affection, awe. He cupped her face now, pulling her in close, their foreheads touching as dust settled softly around them.
And for a moment, in the depths of a battle-ravaged cave, time stopped. There was only them.
Sasuke smiled and wiped away her tears, but then glanced beyond her. "We need to go."
Sakura nodded. "Let's finish this. Together."