Hallu: 3
I know it took a long time, but here is the 1st chapter!

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Darkness enveloped me, caressing my mind gently and sheltering me. As I slowly regained consciousness, my brain was running at full speed. My head ached as if I'd hit it somewhere for hours.

What happened?

I still remembered saying goodbye to Naruto and then heading home. At the thought of my home, I suddenly felt such an unbridled anger that my entire body tensed.
But why was that so?

I thought hard, trying to remember what had happened, but it didn't work. No images appeared in front of my inner eye, no sounds that I could use for orientation, and no smells that had been imprinted on my memory. I stopped.smells?It smelled damp and a little musty, as if everything was surrounded by permanent moisture. I frowned. These were both smells that I couldn't reconcile with my last memories. Now I remembered my other senses and listened intently for suspicious noises. A distant murmur could be heard. I kept listening, focusing more on my surroundings. There! A quiet, regular patter.What is it? Rain? In Konoha it almost never rained, especially not in spring. Then I checked the area for foreign chakras. At least I tried, because I quickly realized it wasn't working. I listened inside, tried to grasp the steady flow of my chakra, but ... there was nothing. Panic welled up in me. I went deeper, kept searching, and finally found what I was looking for.

My chakra, or what was left of it, was well hidden in the farthest corner of my consciousness and locked up behind a seal. My tension increased.

Where on earth have I been How did I get here and, more importantly, why the hell was my chakra sealed ?!
An infinite number of questions buzzed through my head, questions to which I did not know the answer. I swallowed. I didn't like the situation I was in a lot. Hesitantly, I opened my eyes.

I found myself in a more than spartan room. The walls were gray and exuded a coldness that made me shiver. Opposite me on the wall, next to the large but simple door made of dark wood, was a table. This was also made of wood and decorated with a chair, which was also made of the same material. A single candle stood lost on the table, spreading its flickering light across the room. On the wall to my left was a small window a little more than two meters above the floor.If I saw it correctly, there was a massive black metal grille in front of it. It was pouring rain and the small drops hit the window pane. I averted my gaze from this spectacle and let it wander on. Overall, the room was pretty small, maybe five paces long and three paces wide when it came up. My bed, also made of dark wood, completely filled one side of the room.
To my right was just a small, rather worn stool with a bundle of cloth on it. I sat up completely. A thin blanket that had just been spread over me now fell from my shoulders. Now I also noticed that I was not wearing my usual clothes, but a long nightgown. I didn't know whether to be appalled or relieved. Horrified at the fact that I couldn't remember changing my clothes and relieved that it was at least a women's nightgown, which suggested that there were women here too.
Still, I had to get out of here. I didn't like this place. There was something threatening about it all and it was overwhelming.
My gaze fell back to the window. When I got up there, I was quite a bit further. I briefly studied the pieces of furniture that were available to me for my escape plan. Then my face lit up.[i]This is how it should work! It is definitely worth a try.I got up and went first to the bundle of fabric. It turned out to be my ninja gear, which I found very comforting. I quickly took off my nightgown and slipped into the pieces I knew well. Then I went to work, pushed the small table under the window, took the chair that came with it and placed it on it. Then I carefully climbed onto the rather wobbly construction.
I was high enough to get to the window, but at this height it would be difficult to remove the grille, which was still attached to the outside of the glass pane. I entered the room again. My eyes fell on the small stool on which my clothes had been lying before. I jumped lightly from the chair and landed noiselessly on the floor. I had just leaned down towards the stool when suddenly I heard footsteps. I stood frozen as the steps came closer and closer. I listened intently. There were two people. One was barely audible, it moved so softly. I might not have noticed her at all if she hadn't walked at a different pace than her companion. This almost silent walk told me that it had to be a ninja - a well-trained ninja.
The other person, I was sure this was definitely a man, was like an elephant sneaking in comparison - it doesn't work.Stop it Sakura! You can make yourself funny when you've got through all of this!The two people were now directly in front of my door. I held my breath.
What if they came in?
Panic welled up in me again, constricting my throat and making it difficult for me to breathe. My hands started to shake.
It was dead quiet, even the rain seemed to stop at that moment to find out what happened next. I waited. It felt like an eternity, although in reality only a few tenths of a second had to have passed.
Then one of them began to speak.
I stared at the door, eyes wide and hands clasped over my mouth. A silent scream slid up my neck.
That was ...



He stood before me, eyes narrowed with anger. "Why this, I'm repeatingthisgirl ?!" His voice was no longer as emotionless as usual, but I was surprised at how calm he remained in the end.Somehow reminds me of Itachi ...My counterpart didn't seem to like at all that I didn't answer him. Oh yes, he didn't like to wait.
I folded my hands together and rested my head on them. "What speaks against it?" I asked calmly. If his looks could have killed, I, or rather one of my bodies, would now be over. Although actually they were already dead ... Can the dead die? An interesting thought. Would be really worth knowing what was going to happen, but in this case Sasori was just not like the Uchiha, that means in plain language that his looks were not as murderous as those of the black haired man.
I remembered my visitor again. "Well? What speaks against it?" My deep voice echoed in the room. “You know exactly what speaks against it.” He had regained his bored tone and was now looking at me again with his typical sleepy eyes. I raised an eyebrow. "Am I doing that? I see this Kunoichi as one of the best Medic-Nins in the world, a good weapon and, if necessary, also a suitable leverage for the Kyuubi boy." His facial expressions betrayed nothing of his feelings, but his fisted hands revealed this clearly.
He's still not getting along properly with his human body.I eyed him attentively, noticing every movement that could tell me something about his thoughts. This would not have been possible in the past. As a doll he was emotionless, had shown no movement and had been inscrutable. A fact that he was probably also aware of, because he twisted his mouth briefly angrily and then relaxed.
I waited a little longer to see if he would reply, but it wasn't. “I think everything is sorted out with that.” My voice was now cold again and I looked at him ambiguously. Sasori turned around with a jerk and was about to open the door when my voice stopped him again."Sasori ..." he looked over his shoulder at me. "... you should try to get used to this situation." It wasn't well-intentioned advice, he knew that. “Hai.” With that he had left the room.

A shadow dares from a corner of the room. I turned my head to the petite figure. “Do you think it would be wise to leave her near Sasori?” Konan stepped into the light and looked at me searchingly. I snorted. "He would do well not to disobey my orders."
"You know just as well as I do that he is not yet completely under control of his body. He has lived too long as a doll to really have a grip on himself." She looked at me and apparently waited for a movement on my part.
“I can't deny that, but I won't change my plans because of him, Konan.” My voice had grown a bit colder and I literally pierced her with my eyes.
The blue-haired one was not deterred. "I don't ask that of youNagatoeither!" She glared at me angrily. "I just want the Kunoichi to be housed elsewhere."
Nagato. It had been a long time since she had addressed any of my bodies other than Nagato. Usually she left it at Pain to keep up appearances. I frowned. “You care.” Although it wasn't a question, she nodded.
"You didn't bring her here to have Sasori tear her up at the earliest opportunity."
"Is that really just what you care?"
There was no movement in her face. "Of course, only the goal is important, nothing more."
Involuntarily the corners of my mouth rose a little. "Is it because she's a girl or the fact that she's not that dissimilar in character to you."
I just ignored her answer because I knew her well enough for that. Also, I hated being lied to, and she knew it.
"She has a strong spirit," my counterpart replied before she fell silent again. She was waiting for a decision.
I took my head from my hands and straightened up.
“I'll think of something.” Konan nodded to me and was gone in the next moment. She could be really stubborn when something was important to her. I shook my head briefly at my long-time teammate.It probably never changes.
With measured steps I hurried to the door. I knew she was right about Sasori. He was not sane, especially when he argued with Deidara again. With my coat billowing, I had disappeared from the room.



... Itachi? “You shouldn't provoke Sasori, Kisame.” His deep sonorous voice went through my marrow