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Naruto used his sexy Jutsu…
And it worked?
Sakura would find it funny if she wasn’t panicking so much. Her stomach was shot clean through with a sharp rock, impaling her, and on top of that, what the hell was that mass of Chakra gathering behind her friends?
It was, odd.
No one was even turning their heads at the Chakra, which was building by the second.
It was… very... alarming?
No one, not even Sasuke or Naruto, the closest ones to the energy, were prepared to fight whatever was building, shifting, storing, that obsessive amount of chakra.
Sakura didn’t have much Chakra left herself, nor time.
Her wound was already starting to heal, organs and spine were both regenerating quite quickly, but the blood kept coming and coming out of her mouth.
She had the Chakra to heal herself, but it would take too long before she was able to speak, to warn them of the freakish chakra.
But, then came brute force and an... ok-ish plan, a classic substitution jutsu and the use of air pressure from a punch to fling team 7 out of the way… if she used her chakra very, very carefully she may pull it off!
Her plan was set, but her calm demeanor disappeared as quickly as her mind came too. The Chakra, she sensed was almost revolting, like a greedy obsession, eating away as much of you as it could. Tearing away life and death and hope.
She couldn’t help the frantic signs, nor her chakra spiking prepared for whatever that, thing was. Sakura knew she was wasting her chakra, spilling it with sloppy signs, but the fear built up in her chest. It screamed at her to get them away,
then get the fuck out of there.
“Huh? Is that… Sak-” Naruto lifted his arms to wave, but then was sent flying back, knocking the air out of his lungs. Sasuke was seemingly in the same predicament, if the gasping behind him said anything.
“Sakura! What the hell? What’d you do that for!” Naruto shouted, she knocked them pretty far away for no apparent reason.
He got to know the real Sakura in the war, in the medic tents and with the old hag, Tsunade. This wasn’t anything… Er, well- odd, but the weird look on Sakura’s face made his stomach turn.
Konoha 11 was spread across the field, very confused, some shouting confused remarks,
“Forehead?!”
“Sakura?”
“HEY!”
“Wha-?”
Then they felt it.
It was a gross feeling, like something was under your skin. Like greed and desire served in a invisible feeling that ate away your rationality.
Then,
it started.
A wispy purple began to grow and twist and turn.
Right where Sasuke and Naruto had been,
Right where Sakura is, barely holding herself up, blood gushing down her chin.
....
Then,
She was gone.