Perfectly Imperfect Love

Ambush

Warning: The following chapter contains dark scenes; torture, violence and death. Read at your own risk.

-One Year Later-

A scream echoed through the air, piercing the silence like a blade through flesh. A calming breeze blew through the tree's, rustling the leaves and bushes.

In a clearing, two Black Ops soldiers stood in front of a tree, where their comrade was tracing a shuriken along a man's body, cutting deep into the skin. Blood pooled below him.

The man's fingers were crushed; his legs broken. Tears poured down his cheeks as he stared with blurry eyes into the empty, black gaze of his interrogator. Those deep, onyx holes held no soul; no remorse.

A slight chuckle sounded from within the torturer's mask. "Tell me, Daisuke...do you know what happens when you attempt to use high-level medical ninjutsu without any practice, nor perfect chakra control?"

Daisuke swallowed thickly. His hair was drenched in sweat and blood, and his eyes were fearful. He had made the mistake of sleeping on guard duty at the camp he was assigned to; the ANBU had captured him in his slumber, effortlessly.

"If you do not mend the bone and tissue perfectly, it alters the body at a cellular level. Mutation, altercations and, if the person is truly unexperienced, complete cellular annihilation. Organs will shut down, blood will literally boil, bones will shatter; it's not pretty." Another chuckle sounded, echoing through the area as the masked man put away the bloody shuriken.

"Daisuke, I have to admit, I have terrible chakra control."

Another scream, even worse than the others broke, the silence once more.

A squad of Chuunin rushed through the trees on their way back from a diplomatic mission to the land of Lightning. A squad of Konoha's brightest, sent to deliver and negotiate a trade agreement with the land's Daimyo and Raikage.

They were travelling through unclaimed territory; the reminents of Otokagure.

A woman with long, flowing pink hair jumped beside a woman with equally long lavender hair. The pinkette's viridian eyes were stern and focused, as if getting home was the only thing important to her.

It was a tough year for Sakura. Her time in the hospital had severely put a dampener on her combat skills, and she learned by her second mission she was severely out of shape. But she took mission after mission, barely taking a break; her friends worried for her.

"There's a clearing over there. We should make camp; storms about to hit." A man with pale, lavender eyes and dark brown hair said, pointing to a meadowish area. The squad entered the large expanse, and were about to make camp, when a series of explosions rocked the earth.

The trees all around them exploded and splintered; Kiba was clipped by a stray exploding tag, and a good chunk of his side was blown out. He screamed in pain as he was thrown to the ground, blood flowing everywhere.

A dozen figures leaped into area, and the Konoha-nin recognized their headbands as those from Otogakure.

"AMBUSH!" Neji yelled as the figures rushed forward, and the clearing burst into a warzone. Kunai and shuriken flew everywhere as the shinobi from Konoha began to battle the nin from Oto.

"Oi! Akio! Check the legs on pinky over there!" One of the men said, a lecherous grin on his face as he eyed Sakura up and down. She was standing next to Hinata, whom she was protecting. The Heiress was attempting to stop the bleeding of her long-time teammate.

"Heh. She's not bad lookin'. I think camp 115 needs more playthings; those two will be good for them." Akio sneered, licking his lips as he stared at Hinata. The girl paled, and focused on her task while her small band of comrades battled the nin.