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“Sakura, wake up.” Hot breath across her cheeks and something soft tickled her forehead. “Sakura. Wake. UP.” Her head snapped up and eyes flew open to find Kakashi staring down at her, uncomfortably close. She frowned and tried to step back, and that’s when her brain caught up with her senses.
She was chained. They both were. Arms bound behind them, pressed chest to chest inside a narrow hallway.
She cleared her throat. “How did we get here?”
He frowned down at her, worried and tense. “I don’t know. Last I remember, we were scouting the hills near the hideout.”
Sakura concentrated on the warm flow of chakra within as she did a cursory inspection, before extending her awareness further into Kakashi’s network. “Both our energy levels are weirdly low… almost like–”
“Shadow clones. Several deployed, I think, for both of us. God knows why. I don’t have a sense for how long we’ve been in here, but it can’t have been too long or one of us would have gotten a clone dispersal by now.”
“That’s if the clone is able to disperse,” Sakura added worriedly.
Sakura’s clone poofed into existence, just behind the version of herself that had called her into being. That version of her glanced behind to make sure the new clone was there, before she stepped forward through an opening in the darkened stone room. Shrieking cries echoed from the room beyond before the door came down, sealing her and the sounds apart. A strange, guttural voice echoed in the darkness. “Make another clone. Now. No questions.”
“What is happening,” she whispered.
“No. Questions. Or Hatake gets a kunai through the heart.”
Sakura reached deep into the well of her chakra, but it lay quiescent when she tried to call it to her fists. She tried again. Nothing. Cautiously, she made the hand signs for a shadow clone, before skeptically muttering “kage bunshin no jutsu.” A clone poofed into being behind her.
The door opened. The shrieks returned. She hesitated, glancing behind her to confirm the new clone’s existence, before stepping forward through the yawning opening.
The door closed. The new Sakura stood in darkness for a long moment, alone.
“Make another clone. Now. No questions.”
“What is happening,” she whispered.
Kakashi considered the ceiling, letting his eyes wander anywhere except to the woman shoved up against him, breath warming the fabric against his neck.
“This is taking forever. Can’t you get those undone any faster?”
“Patience, Sakura-chan. I’m trying to get my hand out of the cuff without taking off all of my skin.”
“I thought you were supposed to be some sort of genius,” she groused, from somewhere below his right earlobe.
He sighed. “Genius only works so well against–”
–sopping, wet heat surrounding him, slick running down his chin, dragging his canines against the tender curve of her lips before diving back in, quivering thighs clamped around his ears muffling the broken, keening cries–
“-ashi! Ka-!”
He shuddered against her, moaning.
“Kakashi, talk to me! What’s wrong?”
He slowly came to his senses, swallowing hard and refusing to meet her eyes. “We need to get out of here.”