I have no right to do this. I have such a freaking debt to my other stories I should be paying them in cash. But I can’t get this idea out of my head. As usual, it stars Sakura, and, as not usual (At least for me, as I have trouble with perverted scenes) almost all the other guys. It is based off of all that is science-fiction and fantasy, the series Maximum Ride by James Patterson and a few sweet pictures I found on deviantART:

Deidara Phoenix: http/ www. deviantart. com/ deviation /55762797/?qDeidara phoenix&qhboost3 Apopular agesigma3A24h agescale 3A5

Another Deidara Phoenix: www. deviation/ 56179361/

Itachi Weasel: http/www. deviation/43128134/?qo17&qItachi weasel&qhboost 3Apopular agesigma 3A24h agescale3A5

Summary: As a half bird experiment born in a laboratory, Sakura is a prisoner. As a half human, she wants to be free. As an intelligent, flying creature, Sakura must trust herself to find true freedom.

Uhhh…start.

Oh, wait, read this little thing here: Please note that this story begins in January of 2008.

Chapter the 1st.

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January 3rd, 2:24 AM (very late at night) ...Karin POV

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‘Daily Log. January 3rd, 2008. Writer, Karin. Secretary of Orochimaru, Director of Chambers Inc.

Today, January 3rd, our most interesting experiment has exhibited a new ability. Not only is it the first female in almost 25 years of experimentation, she has shown that her brain is capable of problem solving.

While undergoing the usual trials of an average Sunday at one of Chambers Inc.’s secretive laboratory bases, Number 9, nicknamed “Sakura” by specialist Kabuto Yakushi and his workers, broke free of her bondage by slipping her wrists through metal handcuffs. Never before has Number 9 shown any sign of useful intelligence. Although she has undergone this trial many times in her years, never before has she successfully escaped her restraints.

Because of her abnormally small size, Number 9—possibly—realized that her hands could be squeezed through the cuffs if enough effort was put forth. She is currently under heaver security and surveillance than usual, watched for any other sign of intelligence that could prove her worth.

Number 9, made as a war weapon for America in March of 1999, never showed any signs of being useful. She has never uttered even a grunt or squeak since her birth, and is confirmed as mute, despite having vocal chords. As most observations showed, she has no interests in her life other than silently twiddling her thumbs and sleeping. Today is a breakthrough for all of Chambers Inc and for America. As this is a special thing that will not expire or even lose her youthful appearance for likely a century, she has much time to realize the rest of her potential.

Next, Number 9’s brain shall be tested for creative problems solving skills. For a basic test, she will likely be put into a room where she will be given a child’s jigsaw puzzle of ten pieces and forced to solve it. Failure will result in her usual punishment, which, everyone knows, she hates and is deathly afraid of.

Once the intelligence of an average child is grasped and maintained, she will be put to the training she was born for: battle, combat and destruction, the same as all the experiments before her. All the others—coincidentally all male—have near-perfect scoring in all these courses. Expectations for Number 9’s scoring in her training will be significantly higher or significantly lower, depending on whether or not I myself am there.

In her combat training, “Sakura” will put to use the single trait that differs her from all of us regular people, the trait that will for many decades protect America and be a sign of courage and nobleness and strength:

Her wings.

Daily Log. January 3rd, 2008. Writer, Karin. Secretary to Orochimaru, Director of Chambers Inc.

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Time unknown ...Sakura POV

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…Hello? Who are you? I’ve never seen you before. Are you another of those damn scientists? No? Well…what’s your name?

That’s a nice name. I like it better than mine. Mine’s weird. My name—I’m pretty sure it’s a name, it’s what the gossip-types keep calling me—is Sakura. They say it has something to do with my hair. I don’t get what. It’s short and pink and tangly and that’s all it’s ever gonna be. I guess since you’re here to see about me I can tell you. It’s not like you can expose me.

Like I said before, my name is Sakura.

I live in a place that most people in the world would call Hell. I can honestly say—well, actually I wish I could honestly SCREAM—that every day I wish I would die. I live in a place called Chambers Laboratory, where all the hallways look nearly the same and all the rooms spell agony and pain. The walls and floors are all painted white. The scientists who work here all wear white. The only splashes of colors are me, a few other experiments, and the blue gloves and boots that the scientists wear.

I was born about eight years ago, but I’ve heard other scientists say that I look much beyond that age. What number did they say? Fifteen? Sixteen? Whatever. I look older than I am and they think that’s strange. As far as I can remember, I have been forced to endure torture and misery and suffering, every day of my life. The scientists here study me for it.

They make me put my hands on a heated grille until my skin burns, I see my own bone, and I wish I could scream. They hit me with hard objects to see if my bones will break. Sometimes they do, sometimes they don’t. Almost always, it hurts. More recently, I’ve been forced to crawl through barbed wire, barehanded, barefoot and almost naked, so I feel both emotional awkwardness and physical pain. It's truly a deadly combination.

If you’re feeling sorry for me and you wish you could get me out of here, please stay put. I wouldn’t want a freaking fly to have to go through this. Nothing on Earth deserves it but these goddamned scientists who do it to me every day. Why? Did you just ask that? I thought you would have gotten it by now.

I have goddamn wings.

Because these hell-rejects screwed with my DNA while I was still in the womb (a phrase which doesn't make sense to me; I highly doubt I was developed in a womb) I was born with these things growing out of my back, and no one else on the planet was. And just because I have wings they think it’s all fine and dandy to jab me with knives and hit me with bricks and write down what happens.

And if I don’t respond the right way, they shock me. How? How the hell do you think?With a Pikachu? No! With a shock collar. It’s been on me for almost four years now. It’s not that tight, but it’s probably left a mark on my neck by now and I hope it doesn’t get all stuck on my skin…you know, like…embedded. I heard a rumor from a worker called Genma that one of the other experiments had that happen to him. His collar can never be taken off now. But Genma is a chain smoker and very unobservant, so perhaps I should know better.

Oh! Another joyous aspect of my beautiful life here at Chambers: I get to see other experiments! Sweetness, right? NO!

Well now that we all know that lucky little Sakura has wings, we should also know that Naruto has a tail. Oh, yeah. You don’t know. I’m called officially “Number 9” because there were eight other experiments before me. I’ve heard they look older than they are, like me, and since I’m on the short side it doesn’t help to know they’re all taller than me. It’s very intimidating for short people to have to look at really tall people...really dangerous tall people.

One of the experiments, officially Number 8, is called around the gossipers, Naruto. I have wings coming out of my back because I am a half-bird experiment. (How else would I have these things on me, right?) Naruto has big orange ears and a big gold tail because he is half-fox.

One of the older experiments, Number 5, nicknamed Deidara, is also worth speaking of. He and I are the only two out of nine who have wings. I’m guessing he’s part Prehistoric-bird or just parrot, because his wings, which are much bigger than mine, are blue. Like, blue like water blue. Mine are plain, silvery-grey, but blue, honestly?

I can’t say I like any of them. No, that's a ridiculous understatement. I'd have to say I hate them to the core. They all seem like they want to tear me limb from limb or, even better, eat me alive. Without a doubt the worst thing about the other experiments is that the scientists like to stick me with one of them in a big room and see what happens.

I’ve heard about, but never seen, how a dog chases a cat. The cat usually ends up running for it’s life, I know. Me, I would always be the cat. Never a dog. Whatever other experiment I’m stuck with, be it Naruto, Deidara, Sasori, or even Zetsu, I almost always end up running as fast as I can with my heart in my throat, and usually a few feathers get clipped from my wings.

Usually it varies from Number to Number. I suppose I may as well tell you about them. They're deadly and dangerous and they want my flesh and blood, so you may as well be warned of them, right? I wouldn't want a perfectly decent person like you (...?) to be hurt.

Number 1, the first creature that Chambers Inc. ever spawned and born in 1992, is called Kakashi. He is the eldest experiment, and possible the smartest of those wild-brained males. While I look like a sixten-year-old, Kakashi appears to be a human somewhere in his twenties. He wears two black scarves on his face, one over his mouth and nose, and one over his left eye. The bottom bandana has never been lifted, so I've never seen all of Kakashi's face. Sometimes a breeze will life the top bandana when he's chasing me, though and I'll see his eye, which is just as red and evil as Itachi's is. (Heterochromia much?)

I never could figure out this guy’s animal half-ness until I overheard it about six months ago. This really important purple-haired woman named Yuugao talked about him, and according to her, Kakashi is half-wolverine. I’m guessing a wolverine must be a really badass animal, because Kakashi, usually calm and mellow, can dish out some serious fear and pain when he’s got a helpless target like me in sight. He’s always going for me, never giving me a second to catch my breath, always attacking. He growls a lot, snarls when he misses his targets and can easily slice a tree in half with one claw. I decided a long time ago I don’t like Kakashi or wolverines. It's just been a stroke of incredible luck that my speed is just a smidge greater than his. That's the only thing that keeps him from ripping me apart: my speed.

I don't know the birthdates of any other experiment, but I know their age order, and the next eldest is Number 2, called Sasori, half-scorpion. I’ve heard an employee named Hayate say that Sasori is actually three-fifths scorpion, which is more than half, which makes him all the scarier. He’s known for his poison bite, which I’m glad to never have been the victim of.

He appears human, expect for a long, dark-colored tail jutting out of his back. His tail has a particularly deadly poison barb on it’s end, too, with a venom in it potent enough to kill a human in half a minute or less. I should know. Though he's never bitten me, I’ve had some of his venom injected into me with a needle so the scientists could make an antidote. And I wasn't resistant to his venom, I realized after the scientists finally made an antidote and gave me it--which was the only thing that kept me from dying.

Number 3 is a half-weasel humanoid nicknamed Itachi, though I think he looks completely human, save for his weird, crimson eyes. I've heard chitchatty workers say that Itachi's eyes were cloned specifically for him. Because the scientists fucked with his eyes before he was born, they say they can be used to hypnotize you, and not even the scientists themselves completely understand how it happens. I've been pit against Itachi before. I've never looked him in the eyes to find out if the rumor is true. He seems to be one of the more ruthless ones. I dodge and run without ever looking him in the eye. If that doesn't sound difficult to you, read the sentence again.

Number 4, who I have dubbed the creepiest of all, is named Zetsu. Zetsu, unlike most experiments, is more than half of something. I’m half-bird, right? Well, Zetsu is four-fifths Venus Fly Trap. That’s like eighty percent. And it’s fucking scary. Zetsu has this totally whack ability to become anything around him. He can melt into the ground and pop out of a tree behind you as easily as I can blink. When I’m put with Zetsu, I can never stop moving, or I know he’ll get me. He can become part of the ground and grab me whenever he wants. And Zetsu has always looked like a hungry carnivore.

I already said that Number 5 is Deidara, a half-some-kind-of-weird-bird experiment. His wings are icy-blue, and much bigger than mine, but I know from gossip that he's never flown before. He’s got a unique hairstyle, let me say that. The first time I saw him he was very little, and though he was not full-grown either at the time, he charged at me just for looking at his hair, and he charged like a behemoth. That’s when I got a nice little close-up of Deidara’s power—the mouths on his hands. Not only can they eat up rocks and clay and magically spit out wide-range explosives, but the tongues inside the mouths can lash out like twenty feet in a second and whip your skin right off your bone.

Number 6, you say? Why, that’s Neji. A weird-eyed half-cat with long brown hair that makes him look like a girl. Sometimes I compare him and his hair with a really mean worker named Kin. But his hair isn’t the thing to worry about, it’s his eyes. Neji’s eyes, mean and cat-like, I gotta say, must have had some kind of work done to them like Itachi's—courtesy of our own mad scientists.

Veins pop up around his eyes and he lashes out at me and aims punches and kicks. As a half-cat, his claws hurt like hell, but whenever his punches hit, it’s like being hit with a tree. Somehow he knows exactly where to hit and when so that I keel over and he can walk toward me like some evil and hungry predator. Thank God that scientists come out into our room at that point, and restrain him in shackles and collar before he can come too close to my felled body. But at least he doesn't usually fell me anyway. Most of the time, Neji, like the other males, can't get close enough to land a hit.

And lastly Number 7. He’s easily the biggest, muscliest person-humanoid thing to exist. His nickname is Kisame, he’s half-shark, which you can easily tell, likes to carry around a huge sword that was somehow made for him, (which the absolutely insane scientists allow him to use sometimes to slash iron pillars) and can swim as fast as lightning. I like to swim, I really do, but whenever I swim it’s either with Kisame in a cage of death or through underwater mazes where I nearly drown. Kisame has this ability to control water and make it hit me, and when I’m underwater and surrounded by water, I feel like I’ve been punched in the face. Thank god for being small and quick, or else Kisame would have me done in every time.

Number 8, since I haven’t really explained, is Naruto, a half-fox little demon in a bottle who loves to run next to me while he chases me...when he can. Usually, he fails. Occasionally, he almost doesn't. Years ago, I remember, he put on this façade of a cute little fox-boy who just wanted to have his ears rubbed. I fell into that once or twice. For a few seconds, I was fooled. He purred like a pleased kitten when I scratched his ears, and he rubbed up against me, and I started to feel all relaxed...then he started growling and I ran away just before his claws went down on the spot I was a moment before.

Now I know better than to trust Naruto and his begging schemes. Naruto’s little power is seemingly to control the air, make it turn orange and have it attack me. He makes a fist, it glows orange, and even if the fist misses me, the orange glow will come flying and still slam into me with the force of a punch. I call it Teleportation of Orange Air. Because I have no idea what it really is.

Number 9? That’s me, or did you forget? I’ll do this, but I’ll make it short. I’m Number 9, AKA Sakura. I like sleeping, thinking, swimming, eavesdropping, twiddling my thumbs and the concept of being free and flying. Nice to meet you. I have no powers—except maybe flight. I’m called special among the Numbers because I’m the first and only female. I don’t know how it happened, but females must be rare in their DNA-splicing work.

Plus the whole female thing makes me more interesting to attack in pair-up trials. When two other male experiments me are put together, the two don’t fight nearly as energetically as one male would with me. It is NOT a good thing. Stick one of them in a room with me and there’s no stopping them. I run just to keep my feathers on my back. Ain’t I just lucky to be a girl?

I don’t get why they like to chase me. I never did anything to them, yet I have recieved a serious injury from each one of them at least once or twice in my life. For example, Zetsu once popped out of the ground and aimed a punch at my thigh that hit so hard I could feel my bones coming close to snapping. Oh, and there was that time Kisame got a hold of my foot while we were in an underwater cage and kept me under so long I almost fainted from lack of air.

Usually, though, some scientist will shout something to stop the trial before it gets as ugly as my terror-filled mind thinks it can get. I'll usually get shocked via shock collar--which sometimes hurts so badly I want to cry--and the one who's chasing me just stops and is led away by a bunch of workers with forked, metal sticks.

I usually end up with only a few feathers gone or an annoying series of scrapes on my arms and legs, and I think if they wanted me dead I would be by now, but the image of this huge humanoid thing coming at you with a satanic smirk and wild eyes just makes you want to run away. And since they’re not as smart as me they just go with the animal instinct and chase their prey. That brings me to my next subject, one of my better ones to talk about. Guess what?

I’m smart.

Let me explain. The scientists all think I’m a retarded and mute little winged-thing. They think I'm stupid, not capable of learning, almost completely useless. I even try not to use my strength, and look as weak as a mouse when forced to push or pull something. So they think I'm as stupid and useless as a rock, which confuses me a bit. They think I'm dumb as a rock, so why not just kill me or toss me into a garbage can? I dunno. Point is, I'm not dumb in the least.

I’ve been watching them and listening to them as long as far back as my memory goes. From their conversations about work and movies and life I’ve learned how to do math problems in my head, spell words, solve riddles, and think of reasons and strategies for different situations. I’ve had this little nagging thought in my head that’s always told me to keep quiet and listen, and that’s what’s gotten me this far. I’ve never spoken a word or uttered a single sound in all my eight years, and you better believe it.

Because of that, I’m thought to be stupid and their standards for me are much lower than those of the the male experiments. They can’t talk, it’s been proven, but they can make sounds, and understand basic commands like "stop" and know the difference between yes and no. Growls and purrs and snarls, like your average wildcat or wild-dog, are the only sounds they can make. Personally I think it’s pathetic. They probably don’t even know one plus one.

I'm not like them. I've kept quiet and listened to the scientists and workers as much as possible, and taught myself to talk and learn perfect English, all in my head. I'm probably as smart as an average human adult, even though I'm not even nine years old yet. This smartness and my awesome ability to keep quiet about it is what’s getting me out of here. My intelligence is what’s going to get me my freedom. My escape. Yeah, I’ll explain that, too. What else have I got to do now, anyway?

I’ve been listening and watching for all my eight years, not making a sound in my life, all because I want freedom.

I’ve heard little gossip rings talking about new trials for us experiments. Outdoor trials. I’ve looked through windows before. Sure, maybe the last time I saw a window was a year ago, but I remember it like it was yesterday—no, half a minute ago. Outside, the world is blue and green and more beautiful than anything I ever saw. Plants like Zetsu—no, er…much nicer and prettier than Zetsu—grow anywhere and everywhere, and get this: there’s a sky: A big blue thing that stretches forever across the whole world! It covers every last patch of the planet, and everyone but me has seen it. I want to see it, too. I want to feel it. I want to fly in it. I will fly in it.

I will be free in it.

Well, the outdoor tials are going to be outdoors, right? Outdoors is where freedom is. I’ve been thinking more than I usually do, and I’ve worked out a plan. It involves my wings. I’ve never used them before for anything. I've never even opened them. But now is my chance.

Once I’m outside, once I’m free of bondage and set in front of some other Number to be chased like prey—because that’s doubtlessly what I’ll be doing out there—I’ll turn around, run, open my wings, jump up, and fly. I’ll escape Chambers, fly far away, and they’ll never find me again. They’ll never have another chance to stick knives, needles, syringes or spikes into me. Those scientists will never again hit me with bricks or metal plates.

The other experiments will never strike fear into me or hit me with lashing whip-tongues, feet, tails, claws, fists, fangs, or anything else ever again. I’ll float in the sky forever and be free like the birds I’ve only heard about.

I’ve lived almost nine years in this hell and I am getting out.

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January something, according to I-love-thinking-out-loud-in-front-of-everyone Karin; maybe early morning since I’m tired…? ...Sakura POV

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I was sitting in my cage at some point many days later, trying to sleep. My cage is a little metal box with steel bars in the front as a door. It’s barely big enough to sit up straight in, and, sitting down, I can almost lay my legs straight. The only pillow I have is a dent in the corner towards the top that had been worn away from year after year of my head settling there.

I woke up at some point after having a dream I couldn't remember, and then cursed myself for waking. I fell asleep but didn’t have the sweet dream again. It was a comfortable sleep though, and since it was peaceful in my quiet, bare room I could almost forget how sore my legs and back were, how my shock collar felt uncomfortably hot on me, and how more than ever, with my goal coming closer every day, my wings ached to stretch out for the first time.

Then I heard the door open, and I rubbed my eyes to rid them of sleepiness. I heard the brisk, businesslike steps that could only belong to Karin. Before long, I saw her signature extra-tall blue boots standing before my cage. I heard the jingling sounds of her fumbling with some keys. She crouched down and I stared at her strange hair while she undid the double locks on my cage door.

“Come on, get up.” The command was hurried and sharp and unkind like Karin herself. I pretended not to hear or understand. Karin believed the act.

I was looking at Karin’s hair—short and unkempt on one side and long and neat on the other, as weird as it was every day—when the door opened and she shouted something at me, pointing towards the door of my room. I moved and crawled out of my cage and stood up. I took the precious seconds to stretch my stiff egs and arms, then my hands shot to my neck.

Karin was shouting at me again, but I only registered the pain that jolted from my neck down. She had shocked me using the shock collar to get me motivated, as she usually did, being her pain-causing self. I frowned and promptly stopped tears from coming out. I swallowed and slowly set my hands down, preparing to crawl out of the cage. Karin jabbed me with a cane and I started towards the white door of the white room towards the surprisingly white hallway. As soon as I came into the hallway, two men in white coats and blue boots slapped handcuffs on me, and attached a chain to my shock collar. One of the men took hold of the chain. I heard Karin press a button on a remote and electricity again coursed through me.

I shuddered with the terrible pain but walked as she jabbed me in the back again, between my wings. I cringed, letting out a silent sigh, just about the only sound-like thing I could do besides breathe heavily. Karin jabbed me with a cane whenever she wanted me to turn a corner. Thwack my right side to turn right, thwack my left side to turn left. The other two men walked stoically beside me. The one who held the chain to my collar didn’t seem to have any interest in pulling it and causing me pain...this time.

Eventually, after turning many corners and going down a flight of stairs, the man who held the chain to my collar came to two double doors and reached into his pocket. I heard the jingling of keys, and as he searched for a certain one on a ring with at least three dozen keys on it, I looked out the tiny square windows on the two double doors. I saw patches of pale blue, white and even pink.

The sky! The sky’s right out there!

I hoped to the gods above that I wasn’t tense with anticipation. I wanted to look neutral and stupid like I always did. The doors were kicked open by the second man, who didn’t hold my chain, and I closed my eyes as I was suddenly blinded by something harsh and white. At first I thought it was a flashlight that the maintenance workers sometimes carry to fix broken things in dark places, but realized it was too big and bright to be one of those dinky things.

I opened my eyes when I thought they adjusted, and Karin jabbed me hard between the wings. I started walking, and the pain between my shoulder blades didn’t seem to matter at all. My bare feet walked out on something cool and unbelievably soft. I looked up and saw the awe-inspiring blueness of the sky above me. It was tinged pink and orange with what I assumed was a sunset, and I almost wanted to cry at its beauty. It looked even more amazing than I’d dreamed. I reminded myself quickly that there’d be time to admire the sky after I got out of here.

I looked around as scientists and worker bustled about in their white coats, talking and whispering hurriedly as though they were late for something. I saw the green stuff all over the ground...grass, right? This stuff was so much better than the green that covered Zetsu. I gave a half-smile, and then made it disappear. ‘Not a single sign, remember? Keep a blank face or it all might go down the drain!’

I kept myself busy by looking around, desperately trying to keep my confusion and awe out of my expression. The outdoor yard-place had a huge brick wall around it, about as tall as nearly four Kisames. Not even the nimblest experiments, Neji and Kakashi, would be able to jump it. I certainly wouldn’t. Thank you, wings! A fringe of barbed wire covered the top of it, as though anyone who could somehow climb the wall would have their hands pierced to ribbons or possibly electrocuted. I shuddered fearfully at the latter thought.

I spotted a few cameras on the brick wall—most of them were directed at me, I noted slowly. Then suddenly I felt someone’s rough hand undoing the chain on my collar. It was taken away and the handcuffs ripped off. I rubbed my wrists and pretended to be absorbed in the task. A few minutes later, all the white-coated people started rushing inside through the double doors I’d come out through.

“Get out there!” a man yelled at me. Electricity zapped my neck and shoulders and with a silent gasp of agony I staggered out towards the middle of the field. I shoved the tight collar up my neck to rub the sore part that it usually rested on. Woefully I felt the skin. It hurt to touch and felt hot and raw under my fingers.

“Be ready, students! Prepare to record everything you see!” I heard someone shouting from above me.

I pushed my collar back down, hoping no one had noticed me feeling me pained neck, and turned around. All up the incredibly high wall of the Chambers Inc. building, there were balconies that jutted out of the wall. People were coming out from inside the building filling up these balconies and staring down at me with video cameras and notepads in their hands.

I felt fear and anxiety starting to rise in me as everything quieted and they all stared at me. I wondered if I was shivering. I backed up a few steps, remembering that I was probably going to get chased around the yard by one of the male experiments. I looked around for once, ready to run incase Zetsu popped up out of the ground. I stared around the yard. I was happy to note that the brick wall around this outdoor place was not nearly as high as the Chambers Inc. building. It would be easier to fly over a two-story-high brick wall than a nine-story-high building.

Back to looking for the males. I stared around, squinting. The light seemed to be growing dimmer. As I’d heard, the sun set and rose in the sky, making light brighter and dimmer. It must have been nighttime now, as the light was getting worse and worse. It wasn't much of a problem for me, though. I'm assuming that birds have great vision, because I'm half-bird and my vision has to be beyond 20/20. 40/40, I daresay! I stared into the darkness and shadows, searching for Itachi, who had his evil ways of not being seen by anyone.

I found something worse.

There, in a dark corner where I hadn’t noticed them hiding in shadows, was Sasori and Itachi. My breath hitched in my throat. The two of them almost always were given dark clothes to wear, it wasn’t a wonder I hadn’t noticed them in the shade and shadows before. My breath decided to hitch some more when Neji stepped out of the darkness, followed by Kakashi and Deidara. Soon enough, all eight of the other part-human men emerged from the dark corner, not thirty feet away from me.

All eight of my worst life enemies stood in front of me, all looking perfectly capable of tearing me apart. Even my wings were trembling. I started at each one of them in turn, and, no surprise, they were all staring at me.

But the scary thing was that they were all smiling.

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Hmmm…what happens next? Find out next chapter.

To clear a few things up, since I know a few things got confusing…Uh,

A.) Sakura and all other experiments were created in the laboratory. Kakashi was only made in the labs fifteen years ago yet he appears to be twenty-something. Sakura is only about 8 years old but she appears 16. This is true for all the rest of the experiments. However old they actually are, they look youthful-ish, and do not gain aging features like normal people. In simpler words, they stay sexy basically their whole lives. (It's a tactic to unconsciously lower the guard of enemies and prey, btw.)

B.) I stated Kakashi's date of birth and age and Sakura's but none of the others' for a reason. Their ages and dates of birth will be shown in some later chapter. All you really need to know now that Kakashi is oldest and Sakura is youngest, and they are all numbered according to age, so you already know the order.

Ta…Storm