The Heart's Battlefield

Chapter 1

Welcome to a less slutty version of Battle for a Blossom's Love! If you read the first one, many had some reservations about how I portrayed Sakura and her "relationships" and "flings". I don't blame anyone for it as my friend was the one that wanted to portray her that way. We were cowriting and she liked more adult books and things such as why Sakura had an inner demon. Sorry about that. It wasn't done maliciously, it just came out the wrong way for the story, as she had said.

This book will have the same outcome and mostly the same plot with a few exceptions and Masuda will not be included. The sequel to this story is already out and so if you've already read the original version of this story and don't want to read the revised version, go ahead to the sequel called Tests of Heart. I hope you enjoy this story and the sequel and that you enjoyed the original Battle for a Blossom's Love. Now welcome to The Heart's Battlefield.

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The pinkette wondered how she had gotten into the mess she was in currently. The room she was in wasn't the cleanest, but it wasn't a dungeon like she had thought she would be thrown in. She couldn't help but look at the chains that were supposed to bind her. The chains sapped your chakra and were a marvel. Of course she was supposed to be bound, but they were uncomfortable so she had removed the chains long ago. She knew how to pick locks after all.

She had been sitting in the same spot for hours, ever since she was put in the room.

Sakura wrapped her arms around her legs and rested her forehead on her knees. Light was starting to filter through the dusty sand colored curtains, causing golden light to sift through the dusty air. The room must not have been used often, Sakura mused to herself.

Suddenly footsteps could be heard along with hushed voices, though the jade eyed woman didn't care to figure out who it was. Her head was still reeling with the fact that most of the Akatsuki were ALIVE. They weren't reanimated, but were living and breathing.

The door opened and Itachi and Kisame stepped into the room. The two blinked at the sudden light, the hallway beyond them bathed in darkness. Their eyes looked around the room quickly before falling on the kunoichi in front of them, sitting exactly where their comrades had placed her last night. Itachi noticed light bags under her eyes and sighed. She hadn't slept at all. He glanced over at the bedside table noticing the food left there was untouched as well.

"Your strength will wane at some point kunoichi," he said slowly to her.

Sakura lifted her head and looked at him, studying his features. She then looked at Kisame and did the same with the same stoic expression. She was devoid of emotion as she looked over them then sighed heavily and shrugged.

"Maybe someone will notice me then," she said just as slowly back to the two shinobi.

Kisame was definitely unnerved. It was one thing to be nonchalant or seem uncaring, and a totally other thing to actually not care at all. Last he saw the young woman, she was full of life and was serious about her presentation and all she did. She was a medic nin too if he remembered right.

"You should know as a medical ninja that loss of sleep can greatly inhibit a person's abilities and eventually their personality and mind," Itachi said with a tilt of his head.

Sakura copied him and shrugged yet again. If Itachi wasn't concerned before, he was now. He didn't show it but instead walked to her and helped her up. He wasn't concerned at the fact that she didn't have chains any longer and just motioned for Kisame to take the lead, Sakura situated in a way as to walk between the two men.

She looked at everything in the hallways lazily, not really caring what she was seeing but still observing it all in case she had to make a quick escape. By the way the group was treating her though, they either didn't care if she did or didn't think she would. Sakura didn't have anything to go back to so it didn't matter to her.