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Shades of Crimson	By : Onileo Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 2074 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3
          Sakura suddenly found herself standing in a strange place. It was a garden, judging by the carefully placed trees and the path of black volcanic stones beneath her bare feet. The sky was pitch black, indicating that it was night, but no stars shone in the sky. The only illumination came from bright red paper lanterns strung throughout the trees. A stream ran along the path, winding its way around the trees. A sickly sweet odor hung in the air, making Sakura's stomach feel a little queasy.
          Unsure if she was dead, alive, or how she even got here, Sakura wandered down the stone path. If this was a garden, then there must be someone around that looked after it. She had only gone a short way when a flash of something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Turning her head, she gasped. Feral eyes gleamed in the darkness, and suddenly she was afraid. There were wild animals out here, and she had no way to defend herself. She had no weapons, and for some reason, she couldn't feel her chakra.
          She saw one pair of eyes, then two, and before she knew it, she could count a half dozen creatures peering out at her from the darkness. They stalked closer, and the lead animal stepped out into the pool of light from the closest lantern. Wolves. Huge black wolves with blood red eyes and saliva dripping from their open mouths. She knew better than to run. That would only invite them to chase her. Backing away slowly, she retreated, her feet splashing in the warm stream beneath her when she strayed off the path. Her escape was halted when the trunk of a tree bit into her back.
          It was icy cold against her skin, making her jump. Looking up, she noticed that she was standing underneath the largest cherry tree she had ever seen. It was in full bloom, the pale pink petals ready to drop from the delicate branches. And the whole thing was frozen, encased in a layer of ice. The dim light from the lanterns caught the surface of the ice, making the tree seem to sparkle. Beside it was a silver maple, in the same state of suspension. They were the only two trees around her like that. And the air was far too warm to blame on the odd phenomenon. If it weren't for the wolves closing in on her, she would have stopped in her tracks to puzzle over such a strange sight.
          "Ah, so you've come to see the latest addition to my collection." a sinister voice said, making her start and look ahead again.
          Appearing directly in front of her was the most gorgeous man she had ever laid eyes on. He had waist length, raven black hair. His face was finely shaped with chiseled features and swirling violet eyes. His skin was so pale; on anyone else it would have looked sickly. On him, it gave an ethereal impression. He was wearing a crimson robe that fell all the way to his bare feet. He might be the most handsome thing she had ever seen, but he was also the most evil. A deadly aura hung around him, sending a shudder up her spine. Standing beside him was the lead wolf. His teeth were no longer bared, and he stared at her intently, red eyes regarding her with intelligence.
          Sakura tensed, arms raised defensively. "Who are you?" she asked forcefully.
         "You mean you don't know?" he asked, clearly amused. "Silly girl, you shouldn't go around giving yourself to people you don't know. It could get you into trouble."
          Sakura was completely confused by his words. What did he mean by that? She didn't remember giving herself to anyone. It must have shown on her face, because the strange man gave her an irritated look before waving his hand. A breeze began blowing through the leaves of the tree, carrying with it a voice. It took her a moment to realize that what she was hearing were her own words. "Jashin, or whoever the fuck you are, if you want me so badly, take me. But end this pain. I can't take it anymore." As the last word echoed through the trees, the breeze died down and everything was still again.
          The truth of where she was and just who she was with slammed into Sakura hard. Terror threatened to consume her. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. She was going to wake up any moment and discover that the box of dango she bought was out of date or the sake was a lot stronger than she thought. But it was undeniable. Here she was, most likely dead, standing in the garden of Hidan's god of slaughter, Jashin.
          A whine snapped her out of her momentary panic. The wolf that had been standing at Jashin's side was now in front of her, shoving his nose into her hand that had subconsciously fallen to her side. Sakura froze, unsure if she should move her hand or not. Slowly, she moved it, patting him gently on the head. He licked her fingers before turning and trotting off into the woods. Looking back up, she saw that the man in front of her was smirking.
          "It seems that you have made a friend. His name is Makoto. It's odd that he came to you. He generally doesn't heed anyone but me." he said. His words were friendly enough, but they were layered with a tone of unnatural malice.
          Sakura inwardly shook her head. This situation was getting more surreal by the second. First she was nearly attacked by the wolves, now they were standing around chatting like friends. Gathering her courage, she met his hard eyes. "Exactly why am I here?"
          "Because you belong to me now." he replied.
          "Like hell!" Sakura shouted. She didn't belong to anyone, and certainly not to a bloodthirsty god of death.
          Jashin just smirked at her. He let his eyes roam over her form before returning to her face. "You're certainly feisty. I think you will make a good companion to my most faithful priest. Yes, you do belong to me. And I have a job for you." She remained silent, glaring at him, so he continued. "I'm going to send you back. You won't be able to do it right away, but when the time is right, I want you to sacrifice Uchiha Madara."
          Sakura's eyes widened at this. He wanted her to do what? There was no way. For one thing, Madara was much too strong for her to defeat. For another thing, there was no way she was going to participate in Hidan's bloody religion. Jashin would just have to send her to Hell, or whatever he was planning to do if she refused. Narrowing her eyes, she met his gaze. "No."
          She waited for him to retaliate to her refusal, but he just continued with his infuriating smirk. "You have no choice. I have a gift that will help you." With that, he held up a small scroll. In the blink of an eye, it was gone, and Sakura looked down to find it in her hand.
          "What is it?" she asked, eying the parchment suspiciously.
          "It's a summoning scroll. Activate the seals inside and Makoto will come to your aid. But I have to warn you, it will only work once. You will know when it's time to use it. Now, I think it's about time for you to return."
          "Wait." she said suddenly. "Why Madara?"
          "Because out of all the mortals in the world, his blood is by far the sweetest. He is completely untainted by things like compassion and love. A perfect sacrifice." With that he stepped forward, to the edge of the path. Bending down, he stuck his forefinger in the stream, almost at Sakura's feet. Straightening back up, he let his hand hover a moment. The moisture on his finger shone black in the light. Then he stuck his finger in his mouth and grinned.
          Sakura's eyes widened as she realized that it wasn't water that she was standing in. It was blood. The blood of all the sacrifices that were made in his name. That explained the foul stench in the air. Before she had time to react and move away from it, Jashin was right in front of her, his hand resting lightly around her throat. Pulling her to him, he leaned forward and captured her lips.
          Sakura froze. His lips moved aggressively, forcing her mouth open. A massive wave of chakra poured into her. Coupled with it was a pleasure so intense, she had never known anything like it. Her head was reeling from it and the world fell away, leaving her with a floating feeling. She felt moisture drench her as the cherry tree behind her began to melt. Then the world flashed a bright white before darkness took her once again.

          "FUCK!"
          Pein and Konan both jumped as the familiar expletive echoed in the silent room. They were just about to step through the door to report their failure to Madara. After Sakura collapsed on the floor, she stopped breathing. They waited a full five minutes for a reaction from either shinobi before admitting defeat. Presuming her dead, they moved Sakura to her cot before deciding to inform Madara and let Zetsu know his next meal was ready.
          Turning around, their eyes widened in surprise to see Hidan sitting on the edge of the table, rubbing his neck. Konan glanced over to Sakura's cot just in time to see the girl convulse and gasp. Her green eyes flew open and she sat up with a start. Breathing rapidly, she wildly looked around the room until she realized where she was. Hidan watched her curiously before turning and looking at Pein and Konan.
          "It's about fucking time someone got me out of that Jashin forsaken hole! What the hell took so long?" he asked, glaring at Pein.
          Sakura lifted a hand to her chest. Her heart beat erratically beneath her fingers. But it was beating, and she could once again feel her chakra. She was alive. A wave of relief washed over her. So, if she was alive now, what had happened? Did she really meet Jashin, or was it just a hallucination? Looking down at her hand, she didn't see the scroll he had given her. If it all really happened, where was it? The sound of arguing broke her confusion and she looked up to see Hidan, very much alive and pissed off, arguing with Pein.
          "We could have left you there. You ought to be a little more grateful, Hidan." Pein replied, giving him an irritated look.
          Hidan ignored him and turned his attention back to the strange woman across the room from him. She was pretty, he had to admit, but it looked like she had gone through hell. Her light pink hair was tangled and she was wearing a pair of deep green pajamas. Her face was covered in sweat and she was breathing heavily. He watched as she raised a shaky hand to push a stray strand of hair out of her face.
          "Who's the bitch?" he asked Pein. He missed the narrowing of jade eyes as he questioned his leader.
          "Haruno Sakura. She's a medic-nin and the one that put you back together again." Pein answered.
          "Why didn't you just have Kakuzu do it?"
          "Because he's dead."
          "Ha! I knew that old bastard would get what was coming to him. Too bad I wasn't there for the fight." Hidan said with a laugh.
          "You were." Pain stated.
          All the humor left Hidan's face. "What? Are you telling me that those pussies from Konoha actually killed Kakuzu?"
          Before she knew what she was doing, Sakura was across the room. Pulling her arm back, she slammed her fist into Hidan's face, sending him flying off the backside of the table. The punch didn't have much force, since her chakra was still low, but it still gave her a sense of satisfaction. She didn't care who he was, she wasn't going to stand there and let him insult her friends. And no one called her a bitch.
          Jumping into action, Pein grabbed her by the arm, pulling her back. "That's not a good way to stay alive. Don't do it again." he said menacingly.
          Hidan picked himself up off the floor, uncaring of his near naked state. "Feisty, aren't you, bitch?" he said, grinning at her. A hard glare was his only response.
          Running a hand through his hair, a surprised look crossed his face. Grabbing the ends, he brought the long locks around to examine them. Looking up, he eyed Pein. "Just how long was I in that damn hole?"
          "Five years."
          "Five years? Fuck, why didn't you just build me a house there if you were planning on leaving me for so damn long!" he shouted.
          "It couldn't be helped."
          "Yeah fucking right. I'm outta here." he said, brushing past Pein and heading for the door.
          Pein turned to look at him, a strange expression on his face. "Where do you think you're going?"
          "To the kitchen. I'm fucking starving." With that, he left the room and disappeared down the hall.
          A moment later, Madara entered the room. Hearing the commotion, he came to see what had happened. Stopping in front of Pein, he looked at Sakura. "I see you were successful."
          Sakura said nothing, so Pein nodded. Turning, Madara looked at Konan. "Take her back to her room. Then I want you back here for a report."
          "Hai." Konan replied. Pein released her, and Sakura left the room, followed closely by Konan.
          After they were gone, Madara turned back to Pein. "Well done. As soon as Kisame gets back with our latest recruit, we should have enough people to continue with our plans. As for the kunoichi, she seems to be more trouble than she's worth. Most Leaf ninja are. Dispose of her as you see fit."
          "That's going to be a problem."
          "Why's that?" Madara frowned beneath his swirling orange mask. He hated it when things interfered with his plans.
          "There seems to be an unexpected side effect to the jutsu we used on Hidan. I didn't notice it right away, but as Hidan left the room, it was very obvious."
          "A side effect? Explain."
          "Hidan and Sakura seem to have the same chakra signature. That wasn't the case before."
          "So you're saying they're connected somehow?"
          "It seems that way. But the extent and duration of the connection is unknown. If something were to happen to the girl, it could possibly undo everything we worked for in getting Hidan back in the first place."
          "I see. If that is indeed the case, then we have no choice but to keep her here, at least for now. But keep a sharp eye on her. She is not to be trusted." With that, Madara turned and left the room, leaving Pein to his own devices.

          Back in her room, Sakura paced. She had already studied the seals on her door and window. She was unwilling to test them out physically, however. The results were sure to be unpleasant. As she walked, her thoughts turned to the events that happened during the resurrection jutsu. Had she really died? Did she really meet the actual Jashin, or was it just a figment of her imagination? He had said she was to be a companion for his priest. She assumed he meant Hidan. He was the only Jashinist that she knew. But there was no way in hell she was going to befriend that insensitive jerk.
          Her musing was interrupted by the reappearance of Konan. She brought Sakura a change of clothes. They were simple. A red tank top with a mesh under shirt and a pair of black shorts with a pair of calf high sandals, similar to the ones she normally wore. Konan didn't speak to her, just laid the clothes on the bed and slipped back out the door, sealing it behind her. After she left, Sakura headed to the bathroom to shower.
          Stepping in under the hot water, Sakura let it soothe her tired mind. She was completely worn out. The aftereffects of the drugs she was sedated with combined with the strain of using her chakra for such an extended period of time left her exhausted. Finishing quickly, she stepped out and wrapped up in a large towel. Stepping in front of the mirror, she glanced at her reflection. She was still a little pale, but the shower had helped considerably. That was when she noticed the difference.
          Leaning closer, she peered at her eyes. Odd. Mixed in with the brilliant jade of her irises were tiny flecks of violet. She was certain that they hadn't been there before. Did it have something to do with the jutsu that had knocked her out? Hidan's eyes were practically the same color. Turning her chakra inward, she sought out any other differences. The only thing she could detect was that her chakra seemed to fluctuate and react a little differently from normal.
          Shrugging, she pushed it to the back of her mind for later examination. She was too tired to think about it now. Dressing quickly, she left the bathroom to find a tray of food sitting on her nightstand. Walking over to it, she realized that she was hungry as well. The contents were soon demolished and Sakura lay on the bed to think. Before she knew it, her eyes were drooping downward. Minutes later, she was fast asleep.

          Hidan stood in his bedroom, looking around in dismay. The place was a wreck. A thick layer of dust hung over everything. Some of the drawers were pulled out of the dresser, as if someone went through them, looking for anything of value. He would have blamed Kakuzu, the greedy bastard, if Pein hadn't told him he died right after Hidan was defeated. A wave of anger went through him at that thought. That damn Konoha brat. When he found the little shit again, he would make him pay dearly for the embarrassment.
          Finding a clean pair of pants that hadn't been pilfered, Hidan grabbed them and a kunai and headed for the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, he raised the weapon. A quick slice later and his hair was back to a decent length. He grinned at his reflection. Jashin had preserved his good looks well over the last five years. You couldn't even tell that any time had passed at all. His smile faded and he leaned closer to the mirror. There was something wrong with his eyes.
          Mixed in with the deep violet of his irises were small flecks of green. Tilting his head, he studied the new color. He was certain it hadn't been there before. Probably an aftereffect of the jutsu, he concluded. It was irritating, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Shrugging, he turned and stepped into the shower, turning the water up as hot as it would go. Twenty minutes later he was stretched out on his bed, uncaring of the dust in the room. Moving his hand up to his chest, he went to grasp his necklace only to discover it missing. He had no idea where his scythe was either. Damn. That meant he would have to make another trip to the temple. Closing his eyes, he began his lengthy prayer to Jashin.
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