Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the manga nor the anime nor any movies, trading cards, etc. that go under the name Naruto. I do not own any of the characters in the Naruto series. Naruto belongs to Masashi Kishimoto.

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After her fifteenth birthday, Sakura started wearing gloves more and more. She didn't do it because it was the latest fashion or she wanted to look unique. In fact, she wanted the opposite. She did it to hide a secret that started not long before the Suna rescue mission.

She didn't know what was happening when her hands started to hurt and bleed, as well as her chest, but when she went home to bandage them she was thankful that it happened when she was training alone. The same vile, disgusting mouths that an S-ranked missing nin that had killed Gaara had, were on her hands. Wonderful. Another reason to hide them.

She used stitches to keep them closed and she only hoped they would hold. She experimented on herself with medical procedures, mostly trying to figure what exactly they were and she was. She advanced enough that when team Kakashi went on another failed Sasuke retrieval mission, she was able to revive Deidara using her knowledge of herself and helped bring him into Konoha custody for questioning.

'Flashback'

BOOOM. What was that? "Search the area. Sasuke has been reported to be nearby." "Don't worry Sakura, we're going to find Sasuke Dattabayo!" "Thanks." "Let's split up."

Later Sakura and the nin dogs with her came across a crater in a devastated landscape. "Are you sure you smell Sasuke?" Not long after, Sakura found a body at the center of the crater. At first she thought it was Sasuke and rushed over, but after closer examination she discovered that it wasn't. It was Deidara of the Akatsuki.

"If we bring him back for questioning, we could find out where the Akatsuki and Itachi are, and also where Sasuke might be. Now if only he wasn't dead...Wait a minute!" Sakura had remembered that you can use chakra to restart the heart. He may not have one left after blowing himself up. There was, however, enough of him left for the chakra system of his bloodline to still be intact. The epiphany had come when Sakura figured out how to navigate her chakra through this system in order to reform Deidara's heart. The plan basically consisted of having the mouth on his chest swallow her chakra without spitting it back up and focus on internal growth instead of destruction. The actual application of said plan was the hard part.

'End Flashback'

This all leaves us where we are now. In an interrogation room, with Sakura attempting to question Deidara.

"How did you know how to revive me, un?"

"Hey! I'm the one who is supposed to be asking the questions here!"

"Then ask them, un."

"Where was Sasuke heading when you met him?"

"How should I know, un?"

"What can you tell me about the Akatsuki?"

"Nothing, un."

"Are you likely to commit suicide if we leave you alone?"

"How should I know, un?"

Arggh, Sakura thought.

As the questioning went on, she could feel herself become even more irritated than before. She could even feel her teeth grinding - all sets of them. With the way the mouths were moving, they were pulling against the stitches. She felt something snag in one of her hands and winced as she realized that she had pulled a stitch.

"You've got blood on your glove, un."

"I know that!" now I just ...gotta find.. damn stitches... She muttered on her way out.

On her way out, she met Tsunade. "What are you doing here? I ... I've got to go."

Tsunade stopped her in her tracks with a quiet "I know." "Know what?" "I know what you've been trying to hide and" "And how much of a freak I am?" "Sakura, listen to me! I don't care what others think of you, you will always be Sakura, the headstrong apprentice I took on, to me. I'm not about to betray you." "Thank you," Sakura replied before walking to the supply room of the hospital to pick up a needle and thread to start restitching.

A few unsuccessful sessions had passed since that first meeting. Other people have also tried interrogation.

"I could have blown this whole place up if I had my clay, un."

"I'd like to see you try," and with that Sakura placed a bag on the table in front of Deidara.

"My clay un!" Deidara wasted no time attempting to mold the clay and feed it to his hand mouths. That's right, attempting.

"What the hell did you do?!"

"Oh, just used a little medical jutsu to mess up your chakra system. Until it is released, you will not be able to focus chakra in your hands."

"You bitch!"

"If you had cooperated, you wouldn't be having this problem."

"Yeah right, un."

"Now, where is the leader of the Akatsuki?"

"..."

Sakura started to lean over the table. Several torture devices, internal and external were at her disposal but she preferred not to use them.

"Where are the rest of the Akatsuki located?"

"How the hell should I know, un? We rarely meet, un."

Sakura noticed him staring at her glove covered hands that she was all too self-conscious of and tried not to shiver, partly hiding her fear and nervousness.

"But you do meet. Where do - Hey!"

Sakura was interrupted when Deidara suddenly snatched one of her gloves away. She was reaching to get it back when the middle of her hand wiggled. The mouth was protesting against the stitches. She tried to hide it, but she knew he saw. She could only hope that he would think it some other cause.

He dangled it just out of her reach as she shouted at him to give it back. He relented and she wasted no time putting it back on. Sakura noticed that it felt a little strange, but pushed the thought back. She continued attempting to question him until her time was up. She took the clay back with her as she walked out and was replaced by another interrogator.

Later, Sakura noticed that the tongue in her hand was straining against the stitches, trying to taste – what, exactly? She waited until she was alone to remove her gloves, and finally noticed that the one was coated internally with the clay.

He knows. Since he wasn't giving up information about the Akatsuki despite his obvious dislike for the organization, practically the only thing keeping Deidara alive at this point was his bloodline. The elders were discussing whether or not having a clan with his abilities would be beneficial to the village. If they were to find out that she had the same potential, she would be stuck playing baby maker with him. Oh joy. The sarcasm in the previous statement could be seen on Sakura's face, but she didn't care.