Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, or the characters.

Hey guys! Just me with a new story :) I'm giving a little warning for people who are just starting out with reading this, and I would like to let you guys know that this will be a darker story. So there's your warning: this will get darker as it progresses. This story also takes place after Sakura defeats Sasori, so something to consider while reading this is that she is still developing as a kunoichi and growing stronger in her own way - whether it be physically or mentally, she's still growing as a person. Same with Sasuke!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

Glass Heart
Discontent

Vision hazy, hair rising on the nape of her neck, the scent of blood looming around her; everything is vividly unclear as to where she's at and what she's doing here. Her eyes can't adjust to the dim light, be it provided by a flickering flame, she can't adjust enough to see exactly where she's at.

The numb sensation in her head is overpowering, causing her weight to adjust while the tips of her toes remain brushing the cold slate of the floor. Beneath her, the floor is damp. A water leak, or sweat that drips from her body, possibly?

No.

It makes sense now: the scent of blood, her head throbbing, the wet trickles that line the tips of her toes.

She moves her head to the point that she's looking down over the tips of her breasts, trying to make out the dark figures that loom in the shadow of her body. She feels the slow drip ooze from her head, running through her hair and trickling down her face.

"Damn it," the curse slides through her teeth. Her voice is shaky, trembling, tired.

She closes her eyelids over evergreen eyes, blinking the tears that hid in the corners of her eyes away. Sakura hadn't noticed it before, but her arms were aching, almost a stinging feeling that formed in her triceps, surging out to her shoulders, and finally her neck. When she looked up, the light bulb in her head finally went off.

She was suspended from the ceiling, chains and shackles encircling her wrists, her body left barely hovering above the ground. If she reached with her toes, extending her legs, she should be able to get the balls of her feet on the floor. She could if she really tried, but her body ached, her arms throbbing, her head pulsating.

What exactly had happened?

"What do you mean you brought her here?"

That voice.

Memories of a lost past came whirling back, ridding her lungs of air, like another blow to the stomach, she had felt the need to vomit. She felt her world turning upside down, her walls around her heart begin to shatter, crumble under the weight that pushed against her chest. Sakura felt the sour feeling at the base of her throat, the stinging from the tears that threatened to fall. No, it wasn't that, it was-

She let the vomit project from her throat and finally splash against the stone tiles beneath her. The taste lingered in her mouth along with the sour and bitterness that pulsed through her blood.

She didn't want to be here.

She knew where she was at now; pain struck her heart the second she heard that all too familiar voice. Deep and inviting, hypnotizing and enticing; the voice of Sasuke Uchiha.

When her jade green eyes finally looked back up, the flicking of the torch nearby was running rapid, finally the breeze catching hold of her cherry blossom tresses and blowing them across face. Small pieces of short, choppy hair stuck to the blood and saliva around her lips, while the rest fell, losing the fight against gravity itself.

Sakura couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. She was losing far too much blood and she felt the inside of her body begin to grow cold, matching how she felt on the outside. Her eyelids slip over apple green orbs once more, before she finally kept them shut and pressed her lips into a firm line. She resorted to listening to the sounds around her, honing in on the footsteps overhead, the low, drawn out screams of nearby prisoners, probably down the hall.

"Fuck all of this," she whispered to herself, finally letting a single tear escape from behind closed eyelids.

Sakura fought to open her eyes, only one more time. She knew she was going to die, she just didn't know when. Her eyes felt hot, sticky, dry, everything but the comfortable feeling she was use to. She flexed her muscles, trying to pull her feet up and above her head, but she couldn't. Couldn't will her body to listen to her, let alone build up enough chakra to break through these shackles.

When another rush of wind blew through the cell, the small room, the torch finally went out, leaving Sakura to her thoughts, her body out in the open for the shadows to begin to consume her. She clenched her teeth tightly, squeezing her eyes shut as well. It was lighter than the pitch black room that her body hung from.

Finally, he creaking door from around the corner opened, willing Sakura's nerves to be on edge, her heart pounding loudly in her chest, the her rushing blood cancelling out all noises within her own mind. She inhaled deeply before swallowing whatever courage she mustered up.

Open them, she tells herself, open your eyes you coward.

And when she did, he stood there, red eyes bearing into hers, tearing her soul from her body, shattering her heart, and leaving her entire body numb and motionless. She feels the lump in her throat emerge from the damp, flesh walls. She can't hide the soft expression on her face, not from the eyes that the Uchiha possess.

He didn't move, only stared at her with vivid, blood hungry eyes.

"Sasuke..." his name fell from her chapped lips naturally, echoing through the enclosed space, bouncing off each stone slate that made this room as a whole.

He still did not move, only blinked once, and when he finally opened his perfectly maroon orbs, she could see the black specs from within begin to circle the round of his eye; familiarity filling her body as a whole, she's seen this before.

Another moment passed, and she could no longer see a thing. He was gone, away from her body, out of her cell, and she exhaled the breath she had been holding the entire time he stood before her. Her throat still constricted as if he were still here, leaving her with that sour and sick feeling in her throat once more.

Sakura's mind began to run through thoughts, scenarios that should've gone down, but didn't. She thought about how she should be dead, dead from the blood loss. Dead because of Sasuke's hand, but she wasn't. She hung from her arms, barely balancing her toes against the cool tiling of the floor. She knew she wouldn't be leaving this place anytime soon.

It'd take Anbu days, weeks to find this hideout of Orochimaru's, and Sakura knew that in that amount of time, she would gone and transported to somewhere new, for she was a hostage and only when they eliminated Tsunade, would she be free.

Or not.

"Damn him," the echo sounded through the small space and Sakura had cursed to herself once more for not paying closer attention. Another body had entered the room that she resided in, and they had gone completely unnoticed.

When the torch had been lit once more, her eyes began to adjust to the dim light again. She knew the owner of that voice, and even thinking of his name made her own skin crawl, her stomach curl with disgust.

"Kabuto," she snarls as he perches his body in front of her; a smug look lining his face beneath glass lenses.

Sakura wills her legs up, kicking out before her, but skims the tip of his shirt. Her body comes swinging back and the silver hair medic only chuckles, his dark eyes mocking her.

"I was going to let you down, but if you're going to behave like a heathen, then forget it."

His words did not echo off the walls like hers did, but only filled the room with a monotone voice, laced with sarcastic intentions. Sakura closed her evergreen eyes once more and bit down on her lip, tasting the bile and dried blood that was removed when her tongue slid over the scaly skin.

"We'll try this again tomorrow. Sleep well, Sakura."

She was left alone once more, her thoughts eating away at her and her body trembling from the amount of pain that she felt. She felt light headed, numb, aching to get down from these shackles, and most importantly, gone from this dungeon.

She was a kunoichi of Konoha; strong, smart, beautiful and level headed. She would escape, whether it be from sheer destruction, or sliding out unnoticed. She, Sakura Haruno, was not to be take lightly, and she would shed her knowledge upon her captors soon enough.