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Atsuko decided he liked his new mother, even if she wasn’t quite like his old one. She didn’t hum or cook breakfast or tell him that she loved him like his old mother did. But the first night he’d come, she HAD kissed him on the forehead and told him that if he was a good little boy she would give him treats.

And he liked the treats she brought him, so he was always extra good. She seemed to enjoy buying things for him, and even though he’d only been here four days he already had a room full of everything he could have ever wanted—and all the food in the kitchen was his favorites! And his new mother didn’t care if he stuffed himself with sweets right before bed—as long as he brushed his teeth so he wouldn’t get cavities, because she said she didn’t like it when anyone had bad teeth.

So he always made sure to brush his teeth too.

He even had his own nanny, a woman that everyone else called Matsuri. She was kind of young compared to everyone else, or at least she looked it. And she seemed to really like Gaara-san. It had taken Atsuko a while to get used to the large house he lived in now, with all the people who came in at strange times of the day or night.
The house was usually empty during the day except for Atsuko and his nanny. His nanny always arrived at six in the morning and stayed at the house until his okaasan told her that it was time for Atsuko to go to bed.

And when that happened, it meant that everyone else that lived in the house was home. There was Gaara-san and Sasori-san, who he liked. Sasori-san showed him his puppets, but had said that he didn’t have time to play with little children and so Atsuko had only got to look at them once. And Gaara-san was really quiet all of the time, so Atsuko didn’t know if he liked him or not. Then there was Tomokazu-san, who didn’t seem to like Atsuko at all. He’d called him a brat when he’d first met him and then his okaasan had told Tomokazu-san to “be more kind. He is a nice child and I like him, so you will just have to learn to do so as well” and had apparently threatened him with something because now Tomokazu-san would actually nod his head in greeting at him when he saw him.

The other people who came and went in the house he didn’t know, because they never stayed long or they disappeared into one of the many rooms. Atsuko was only allowed on the first and second floors. The first floor was where the kitchen was, and the second floor was where his room and playroom were. The third floor was where all of the guest rooms stayed, and the fourth floor was where his okaasan, Gaara-san, Sasori-san, and Tomokazu-san slept. He’d never been up there, and he was told to never go past the stairs on the second floor.

And Atsuko was a good child, so he always listened when his okaasan told him to do something.

Like right now, when she was pulling on a large fur coat and speaking to Matsuri.

“I have a very important meeting tonight, so I would like it if you could stay later to watch over Atsuko-chan. You may stay the night, since I will not be back till late. I will have a room on the second floor prepared for you.”

“Of course, Lady Sakura.” Matsuri nodded. He wondered if his nanny found all the pale people as strange as he did, or that she wasn’t allowed onto the third or fourth floors either. But he supposed that because she was a servant she knew better than to ask questions. In the stories his old mother had read to him, the servants always obeyed their masters and never questioned their orders. He just thought that all of them were like that.

“Sasori-kun, can you tell Gaara-kun that he will need to make sure that none of our guests leave the third floor tonight?” Sakura asked, turning to the redhead that was leaning against the wall beside the coat rack. He didn’t seem to delighted with the fact that Sakura was going out with only Tomokazu as protection. But he merely nodded, disappearing down the hallway.

“I will see you later, Atsuko-chan.” His okaasan bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Her lips were always cold, and he shivered a bit, but still smiled brightly up at her. “Be good.”

“Okay!”

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Orochimaru leaned back in his chair, swirling the liquid in his glass lazily. He was still waiting for Kabuto to give him the information on their newest test subjects. It was getting tiresome, how long it was taking to get results, that is. But Kabuto was a perfectionist, and he wouldn’t show Orochimaru anything that wasn’t flawless.

So Orochimaru had to wait, and he was not the most patient man. Oh, he WAS patient, when it dealt with something that was beyond his control. But he KNEW that Kabuto’s reports were sitting in the younger man’s office and the only reason he wasn’t seeing them was because Kabuto wanted to make sure there weren’t any grammatical errors or something like that.

Orochimaru’s lip curled a bit in an annoyed snarl. His week just didn’t seem to be going very well at all. He’d gotten a call from Jiraiya a few days ago saying that he was disappointed in his friend for the gruesome attack he’d made in Konoha. And then Jiraiya had gone on to LECTURE him, of all things! Something about angering one of the high elders and a painful existence from now on if he didn’t stop messing around in places that he didn’t own.

It wasn’t HIS fault that his territory was so small and Haruno Sakura’s was so immense. But seniority rules all, even in the world of vampires. But truly, Sakura and Madara owned enough land, they wouldn’t care that he had gone into ONE little city.

There was a knock on the door and he looked up, eyes narrowed. “Come in,” He snapped, watching as the door opened to reveal Kabuto. But he wasn’t holding any files, Orochimaru noticed. Instead, he looked a little disgruntled and was nervously fiddling with the brim of his glasses.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Orochimaru-sama but—”

“Than WHY praytel, have you done so, Kabuto-kun?” Orochimaru hissed out.

Kabuto swallowed, pushing his glasses up his nose from where they had begun to slip. “Well you see, I’ve just gotten a message from the front door and apparently—”

He didn’t get to finish, because at that moment the door was pushed open. The first person to walk in was a tall man with brown hair and silver eyes. He looked rather annoyed at being here in the first place. In his arms he held a large fur coat.

But the man was hardly worth notice when compared to the person who waltzed gracefully into the room behind him. Her footsteps were so light they were barely noticeable, and she seemed to float rather than walk across the threshold of the doorway. Orochimaru recognized her immediately, and suddenly everything that Jiraiya had been telling him made sense.

So, he had angered the beautiful Haruno Sakura.

That was not good. Definitely not good.

But he merely stood and walked over to them, smiling genteelly and ignoring Tomokazu’s chilling glare.

“Haruno Sakura-hime, to what do I owe such a wonderful pleasure?” Orochimaru asked silkily, his lips brushing against the hand she held out for him in a formal greeting.

She merely smiled. “I merely came by because I was so horribly saddened that earlier this week you were near my home and didn’t garner me important enough to visit. Truly, I was heartbroken, Orochi-kun.”

“I am not quite sure I understand, Sakura-hime.” Orochimaru murmured, gaze half-lidded. “But please, sit.” And he motioned elegantly towards the chairs surrounding a roaring fireplace.

She sat down in the chair he offered her gracefully. It was Victorian Rococo, or had at least been styled as such. She decided that, with Orochimaru’s exceptional taste, it was most likely not imitation. Orochimaru loved to flaunt his wealth and would be repulsed and insulted if he were to show anyone anything but the best. And it was quiet comfortable, she had to admit.

“Well, on my way home from our last Meeting, I came across a curious sight and I knew that such an…artistic display must have been of your doing.” She had no doubt Sasori would have had a heart-attack at her calling anything Orochimaru did ‘artistic’.

“Oh, that.” Orochimaru waved it off, as well as ordering a serving boy to get them some drinks. “It was merely a passing visit, and it was not myself who went. It would have been rude to merely send one of my own in my place. Besides…I would only be terribly envious of the servant who was able to enjoy such breathtaking company.”

Behind her chair, Tomokazu stiffened, silver eyes narrowed dangerously in Orochimaru’s direction.

Kabuto was standing behind Orochimaru’s chair, but he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else than in a room with two such powerful and old vampires—as well as Sakura’s murderous bodyguard. His eyes, however, had yet to leave Sakura’s form.

Orochimaru really couldn’t blame him, Sakura was a rare and breathtaking creature that not many had the chance to meet. The first time Orochimaru himself had met her he had been a bit speechless as well. It had been the first Meeting for Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru after they had been appointed to the title of Elders, being released from their servitude as a part of Sarutobi’s coven. He couldn’t help but sneer a bit at the thought of his old master. The man was a fool to have relinquished his hold on his servants. A sentimental old fool.

But truly, the matter at hand was not the past, but the alluring woman in front of him who looked as if she couldn’t decide whether or not to kill him yet.

“What were you doing there in the first place, Orochi-kun?” Sakura murmured. “Was there something there SO important that you had to come without permission?”

“My apologies, Sakura-hime…” Orochimaru nodded his head in a meek bow. “But you see, there is someone in your city that truly intrigues me that I have been hoping to obtain. And as well as that, Kabuto has been running some experiments and I’m afraid a few of his lab rats escaped from my territory and went to yours. You know how humans are.”

“Indeed.” Sakura nodded, her own gaze half-lidded, soft emerald glinting from beneath long black lashes. “I came across your…experimentations on my way back from our last Meeting. It was…rather perturbing, if I could describe it in one word.”

“Did you find a small child, perhaps, Sakura-hime?” Kabuto asked suddenly, looking curious.

Tomokazu growled, taking a step towards the silver-haired boy and reaching into his jacket.

Sakura held up her hand to stop her bodyguard, while Orochimaru turned to Kabuto, his eyes narrowed in anger and annoyance. “Hold your tongue, Kabuto-kun. Don’t speak unless you’ve been given permission to.”

“It’s alright.” Sakura drawled out lazily. “And yes, Kabuto-kun, I did indeed find a small child. But he was an annoying, scrawny little thing. He wouldn’t stop crying. I had Gaara-kun kill him.”

Kabuto seemed to wilt with disappointment. “Ah, I see, Sakura-hime.”

Sakura merely ignored Kabuto once more and turned to Orochimaru. “But let us get back to the first reason for which you were in my city. You say there was someone there that intrigued you. Who was it?”

“Uchiha Sasuke.”

“You want…Uchiha Sasuke? Is he not Madara’s descendent?” Sakura asked coolly, but inside she was sneering. Orochimaru did love his beautiful men, didn’t he? Surely this Uchiha Sasuke would be just as beautiful as some of Orochimaru’s other servants. But…wasn’t he the one Sasori had told her about? Didn’t he have hair that looked like something strange…what was it…a chicken’s ass? She couldn’t quite remember.

“Indeed, but Madara hardly cares for the child. Besides…he has his sights set on the eldest brother, Itachi.” Orochimaru answered, drawing Sakura out of her musings.

“Ah, Madara does have exceptional taste. Is he merely giving you the leftovers, Orochi-kun?” Sakura taunted softly, though she was smiling kindly.

“You know me…I prefer mine…willing…” Orochimaru smirked, and Sakura couldn’t help but admit the feral curl of his thin lips was almost endearing. “And I highly doubt his older brother would comply.”

“I see.”

“So, of course, Madara and I are merely waiting for your compliance. Because the boy lives where you and Madara jointly own, I must first get your permission. I would hardly wish to offend either of you, you see.”

“How kind.”

“So do I have your permission to seek the child out and claim him?”

“I shall have to see.” Sakura murmured lazily, a malicious smirk tilting the corners of her own lips before disappearing. “I may have to see what is so amazing about this child first. He has, after all, caught YOUR eye, Orochimaru, and you do have exquisite taste.” Orochimaru’s grin seemed to grow at her compliment, before he nodded, half-bowing in his seat. “Very well, I will await your answer.”

“It was good speaking with you, Orochi-kun…” Sakura purred, appearing behind him, her lips brushing against his ear. And then she was standing beside Tomokazu and he was placing her coat around her shoulders. She looked back at him with a small smile, before walking out the door.

Orochimaru smirked. Talking with Sakura was always…an enjoyable experience.

But it was also a dangerous one as well. He would have to remember that, unlike some of the other elders, she didn’t take trespassing in her territory well.

“Kabuto-kun…I want you to find me a present to send to our dear Sakura-hime as an apology.”

“Of course, Orochimaru-sama.”

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You guys have no idea how much fun it is to write this. XD It’s a nice break from my other stories (I AM trying to finish the next chapter of Shades of Grey I promise!) and I enjoy writing a darker plotline.

Oh, and here’s a nice little treat for everyone. If you suggest it, I will try and include ANY Sakura pairing that you like. And I mean it. ANY. I will try and incorporate the character into at LEAST one of the little snippets and they’ll probably appear later on too. So anyway…vote away! And as you can see, Sasuke is already going to be appearing soon. XD

oh and...feel free to color\recolor it...this was just really quick.

Oh, and for those of you wondering at Sakura's sudden change of appearance just remember, Sasori IS one of her servants. And we all know how much he loves dolls. He probably does her hair and fixes a new outfit for her every day.

But WHO should Sakura’s present from Orochimaru be? It has to be someone from Sound, naturally…so who do you guys want to give to her? XD

©Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto

©Tomokazu, Atsuko, artwork, and storyline belong to Lady Hanaka

Forbidden...The Child [link]
Forbidden...The Meeting [You're here!]
Forbidden...the Gift [link]

Description
Atsuko decided he liked his new mother, even if she wasn’t quite like his old one. She didn’t hum or cook breakfast or tell him that she loved him like his old mother did. But the first night he’d come, she HAD kissed him on the forehead and told him that if he was a good little boy she would give him treats.

And he liked the treats she brought him, so he was always extra good. She seemed to enjoy buying things for him, and even though he’d only been here four days he already had a room full of everything he could have ever wanted—and all the food in the kitchen was his favorites! And his new mother didn’t care if he stuffed himself with sweets right before bed—as long as he brushed his teeth so he wouldn’t get cavities, because she said she didn’t like it when anyone had bad teeth.

So he always made sure to brush his teeth too.

He even had his own nanny, a woman that everyone else called Matsuri. She was kind of young compared to everyone else, or at least she looked it. And she seemed to really like Gaara-san. It had taken Atsuko a while to get used to the large house he lived in now, with all the people who came in at strange times of the day or night.
The house was usually empty during the day except for Atsuko and his nanny. His nanny always arrived at six in the morning and stayed at the house until his okaasan told her that it was time for Atsuko to go to bed.

And when that happened, it meant that everyone else that lived in the house was home. There was Gaara-san and Sasori-san, who he liked. Sasori-san showed him his puppets, but had said that he didn’t have time to play with little children and so Atsuko had only got to look at them once. And Gaara-san was really quiet all of the time, so Atsuko didn’t know if he liked him or not. Then there was Tomokazu-san, who didn’t seem to like Atsuko at all. He’d called him a brat when he’d first met him and then his okaasan had told Tomokazu-san to “be more kind. He is a nice child and I like him, so you will just have to learn to do so as well” and had apparently threatened him with something because now Tomokazu-san would actually nod his head in greeting at him when he saw him.

The other people who came and went in the house he didn’t know, because they never stayed long or they disappeared into one of the many rooms. Atsuko was only allowed on the first and second floors. The first floor was where the kitchen was, and the second floor was where his room and playroom were. The third floor was where all of the guest rooms stayed, and the fourth floor was where his okaasan, Gaara-san, Sasori-san, and Tomokazu-san slept. He’d never been up there, and he was told to never go past the stairs on the second floor.

And Atsuko was a good child, so he always listened when his okaasan told him to do something.

Like right now, when she was pulling on a large fur coat and speaking to Matsuri.

“I have a very important meeting tonight, so I would like it if you could stay later to watch over Atsuko-chan. You may stay the night, since I will not be back till late. I will have a room on the second floor prepared for you.”

“Of course, Lady Sakura.” Matsuri nodded. He wondered if his nanny found all the pale people as strange as he did, or that she wasn’t allowed onto the third or fourth floors either. But he supposed that because she was a servant she knew better than to ask questions. In the stories his old mother had read to him, the servants always obeyed their masters and never questioned their orders. He just thought that all of them were like that.

“Sasori-kun, can you tell Gaara-kun that he will need to make sure that none of our guests leave the third floor tonight?” Sakura asked, turning to the redhead that was leaning against the wall beside the coat rack. He didn’t seem to delighted with the fact that Sakura was going out with only Tomokazu as protection. But he merely nodded, disappearing down the hallway.

“I will see you later, Atsuko-chan.” His okaasan bent down and kissed him on the forehead. Her lips were always cold, and he shivered a bit, but still smiled brightly up at her. “Be good.”

“Okay!”

---

Orochimaru leaned back in his chair, swirling the liquid in his glass lazily. He was still waiting for Kabuto to give him the information on their newest test subjects. It was getting tiresome, how long it was taking to get results, that is. But Kabuto was a perfectionist, and he wouldn’t show Orochimaru anything that wasn’t flawless.

So Orochimaru had to wait, and he was not the most patient man. Oh, he WAS patient, when it dealt with something that was beyond his control. But he KNEW that Kabuto’s reports were sitting in the younger man’s office and the only reason he wasn’t seeing them was because Kabuto wanted to make sure there weren’t any grammatical errors or something like that.

Orochimaru’s lip curled a bit in an annoyed snarl. His week just didn’t seem to be going very well at all. He’d gotten a call from Jiraiya a few days ago saying that he was disappointed in his friend for the gruesome attack he’d made in Konoha. And then Jiraiya had gone on to LECTURE him, of all things! Something about angering one of the high elders and a painful existence from now on if he didn’t stop messing around in places that he didn’t own.

It wasn’t HIS fault that his territory was so small and Haruno Sakura’s was so immense. But seniority rules all, even in the world of vampires. But truly, Sakura and Madara owned enough land, they wouldn’t care that he had gone into ONE little city.

There was a knock on the door and he looked up, eyes narrowed. “Come in,” He snapped, watching as the door opened to reveal Kabuto. But he wasn’t holding any files, Orochimaru noticed. Instead, he looked a little disgruntled and was nervously fiddling with the brim of his glasses.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Orochimaru-sama but—”

“Than WHY praytel, have you done so, Kabuto-kun?” Orochimaru hissed out.

Kabuto swallowed, pushing his glasses up his nose from where they had begun to slip. “Well you see, I’ve just gotten a message from the front door and apparently—”

He didn’t get to finish, because at that moment the door was pushed open. The first person to walk in was a tall man with brown hair and silver eyes. He looked rather annoyed at being here in the first place. In his arms he held a large fur coat.

But the man was hardly worth notice when compared to the person who waltzed gracefully into the room behind him. Her footsteps were so light they were barely noticeable, and she seemed to float rather than walk across the threshold of the doorway. Orochimaru recognized her immediately, and suddenly everything that Jiraiya had been telling him made sense.

So, he had angered the beautiful Haruno Sakura.

That was not good. Definitely not good.

But he merely stood and walked over to them, smiling genteelly and ignoring Tomokazu’s chilling glare.

“Haruno Sakura-hime, to what do I owe such a wonderful pleasure?” Orochimaru asked silkily, his lips brushing against the hand she held out for him in a formal greeting.

She merely smiled. “I merely came by because I was so horribly saddened that earlier this week you were near my home and didn’t garner me important enough to visit. Truly, I was heartbroken, Orochi-kun.”

“I am not quite sure I understand, Sakura-hime.” Orochimaru murmured, gaze half-lidded. “But please, sit.” And he motioned elegantly towards the chairs surrounding a roaring fireplace.

She sat down in the chair he offered her gracefully. It was Victorian Rococo, or had at least been styled as such. She decided that, with Orochimaru’s exceptional taste, it was most likely not imitation. Orochimaru loved to flaunt his wealth and would be repulsed and insulted if he were to show anyone anything but the best. And it was quiet comfortable, she had to admit.

“Well, on my way home from our last Meeting, I came across a curious sight and I knew that such an…artistic display must have been of your doing.” She had no doubt Sasori would have had a heart-attack at her calling anything Orochimaru did ‘artistic’.

“Oh, that.” Orochimaru waved it off, as well as ordering a serving boy to get them some drinks. “It was merely a passing visit, and it was not myself who went. It would have been rude to merely send one of my own in my place. Besides…I would only be terribly envious of the servant who was able to enjoy such breathtaking company.”

Behind her chair, Tomokazu stiffened, silver eyes narrowed dangerously in Orochimaru’s direction.

Kabuto was standing behind Orochimaru’s chair, but he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else than in a room with two such powerful and old vampires—as well as Sakura’s murderous bodyguard. His eyes, however, had yet to leave Sakura’s form.

Orochimaru really couldn’t blame him, Sakura was a rare and breathtaking creature that not many had the chance to meet. The first time Orochimaru himself had met her he had been a bit speechless as well. It had been the first Meeting for Jiraiya, Tsunade, and Orochimaru after they had been appointed to the title of Elders, being released from their servitude as a part of Sarutobi’s coven. He couldn’t help but sneer a bit at the thought of his old master. The man was a fool to have relinquished his hold on his servants. A sentimental old fool.

But truly, the matter at hand was not the past, but the alluring woman in front of him who looked as if she couldn’t decide whether or not to kill him yet.

“What were you doing there in the first place, Orochi-kun?” Sakura murmured. “Was there something there SO important that you had to come without permission?”

“My apologies, Sakura-hime…” Orochimaru nodded his head in a meek bow. “But you see, there is someone in your city that truly intrigues me that I have been hoping to obtain. And as well as that, Kabuto has been running some experiments and I’m afraid a few of his lab rats escaped from my territory and went to yours. You know how humans are.”

“Indeed.” Sakura nodded, her own gaze half-lidded, soft emerald glinting from beneath long black lashes. “I came across your…experimentations on my way back from our last Meeting. It was…rather perturbing, if I could describe it in one word.”

“Did you find a small child, perhaps, Sakura-hime?” Kabuto asked suddenly, looking curious.

Tomokazu growled, taking a step towards the silver-haired boy and reaching into his jacket.

Sakura held up her hand to stop her bodyguard, while Orochimaru turned to Kabuto, his eyes narrowed in anger and annoyance. “Hold your tongue, Kabuto-kun. Don’t speak unless you’ve been given permission to.”

“It’s alright.” Sakura drawled out lazily. “And yes, Kabuto-kun, I did indeed find a small child. But he was an annoying, scrawny little thing. He wouldn’t stop crying. I had Gaara-kun kill him.”

Kabuto seemed to wilt with disappointment. “Ah, I see, Sakura-hime.”

Sakura merely ignored Kabuto once more and turned to Orochimaru. “But let us get back to the first reason for which you were in my city. You say there was someone there that intrigued you. Who was it?”

“Uchiha Sasuke.”

“You want…Uchiha Sasuke? Is he not Madara’s descendent?” Sakura asked coolly, but inside she was sneering. Orochimaru did love his beautiful men, didn’t he? Surely this Uchiha Sasuke would be just as beautiful as some of Orochimaru’s other servants. But…wasn’t he the one Sasori had told her about? Didn’t he have hair that looked like something strange…what was it…a chicken’s ass? She couldn’t quite remember.

“Indeed, but Madara hardly cares for the child. Besides…he has his sights set on the eldest brother, Itachi.” Orochimaru answered, drawing Sakura out of her musings.

“Ah, Madara does have exceptional taste. Is he merely giving you the leftovers, Orochi-kun?” Sakura taunted softly, though she was smiling kindly.

“You know me…I prefer mine…willing…” Orochimaru smirked, and Sakura couldn’t help but admit the feral curl of his thin lips was almost endearing. “And I highly doubt his older brother would comply.”

“I see.”

“So, of course, Madara and I are merely waiting for your compliance. Because the boy lives where you and Madara jointly own, I must first get your permission. I would hardly wish to offend either of you, you see.”

“How kind.”

“So do I have your permission to seek the child out and claim him?”

“I shall have to see.” Sakura murmured lazily, a malicious smirk tilting the corners of her own lips before disappearing. “I may have to see what is so amazing about this child first. He has, after all, caught YOUR eye, Orochimaru, and you do have exquisite taste.” Orochimaru’s grin seemed to grow at her compliment, before he nodded, half-bowing in his seat. “Very well, I will await your answer.”

“It was good speaking with you, Orochi-kun…” Sakura purred, appearing behind him, her lips brushing against his ear. And then she was standing beside Tomokazu and he was placing her coat around her shoulders. She looked back at him with a small smile, before walking out the door.

Orochimaru smirked. Talking with Sakura was always…an enjoyable experience.

But it was also a dangerous one as well. He would have to remember that, unlike some of the other elders, she didn’t take trespassing in her territory well.

“Kabuto-kun…I want you to find me a present to send to our dear Sakura-hime as an apology.”

“Of course, Orochimaru-sama.”

---

You guys have no idea how much fun it is to write this. XD It’s a nice break from my other stories (I AM trying to finish the next chapter of Shades of Grey I promise!) and I enjoy writing a darker plotline.

Oh, and here’s a nice little treat for everyone. If you suggest it, I will try and include ANY Sakura pairing that you like. And I mean it. ANY. I will try and incorporate the character into at LEAST one of the little snippets and they’ll probably appear later on too. So anyway…vote away! And as you can see, Sasuke is already going to be appearing soon. XD

oh and...feel free to color\recolor it...this was just really quick.

Oh, and for those of you wondering at Sakura's sudden change of appearance just remember, Sasori IS one of her servants. And we all know how much he loves dolls. He probably does her hair and fixes a new outfit for her every day.

But WHO should Sakura’s present from Orochimaru be? It has to be someone from Sound, naturally…so who do you guys want to give to her? XD

©Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto

©Tomokazu, Atsuko, artwork, and storyline belong to Lady Hanaka

Forbidden...The Child [link]
Forbidden...The Meeting [You're here!]
Forbidden...the Gift [link]