DISCLAIMER:

NARUTO ©Masashi Kishimoto

KUROSHITSUJI ©Toboso Yana

Single Approach

Naruto/Kuroshitsuji Cross Over

Sakura Haruno and Sebastian Michaelis

Romance/Adventure/Humor/Angst

Rated T: for Language

Chapter 1 – 1st Step: Drowning

Author's note:

Here's the full chapter. Hope you all like it. Please endure my writing in making this story good. My effort was fry toasted as well as my brain for the past few weeks and I can't think quite well.

I do hope you enjoy reading this.

I will all thank you in advance for reading this fic.

THANK YOU

"Talking"

Sebastian's thoughts

Inner talking /thoughts

Sakura's thoughts

She was sold.

They broke her.

They betrayed her.

FLASHBACK

She was just having her sleep when a knock woke her up, she got up and walk towards her window and drew out the curtains, only to found Izumo crouching on her windowsill. Immediately, the thought of an emergency surgery came through her mind but she was directed to go to the Hokage's Tower then he disappeared. Glancing at her clock – 3:45a.m—, she walked to the bathroom as she dressed, opened the tap and washed her face with cold water waking her up from sleep. She grabbed the towel on the rack and rubbed her wet face as she walk back to her room. Sighing, she run her hand on her pink locks to untangle the knots then strapped her holster to her right thigh and secured her Hitai-ate to her head. She walks towards her window and jump outside .She decided to take the roof to get to the tower faster. Jumping from roof to roof, cold air slaps her cheeks and gives her chills. She mentally scolded herself for not wearing a scarf or a cloak. She regrettably sigh, maybe wearing her standard ANBU uniform was not enough to protect her from cold but something tells her that the coldness of the night was not because of the approaching winter, but something else. She sigh again, the silence almost deafening her. She gaze the village, still sleeping on the coldness of the night and then to the moon showing her elegance and lighting the bottomless darkness, the night held. She vaguely wonders how people deal with everything that happened in a span of 3 months.

Everything changed.

She too, had changed.

No longer was she a little weak girl that constantly needed to be protected. ANBU at the age of 18, toughen by the blood and death she witnessed, she no longer cries. But for the past few months, she felt like crying out loud. She felt like laughing too and for some fucked-up reason she wanted to be happy. If Inner was still with her, she'll be saying that she's bipolar or schizophrenic, but she suddenly disappeared. Before, she wanted to silence her, now she needed her most.

Right after the fourth ninja war, every Shinobi on the village is on mission mode. Even Naruto, who just came back from a month long mission, was dispatched again yesterday. Even Sasuke, yes, Sasuke. He came back and welcomed as a hero, when he killed Madara Uchiha, the true leader of Akatsuki along with his mass-murderer brother Itachi. He pushed his self on ranks and now also an ANBU. His team, Taka was welcomed too due to their contributions on the war. Suigetsu, the silver haired fish – as Naruto called him—now a Jounin along with Juugo. Their female teammate, Karin was accepted as the Hokage's new apprentice.

She, on the other hand, was left on the shadows. The Hokage no longer acknowledge her as her apprentice, give her missions, even duties on the hospitals were given to Karin. She didn't mind though, it felt like she was on vacation. No longer needed to stress herself from work, she laid back for a while. But everyone seems to be moving on and now she can only see their backs again.

Her thoughts were cut when someone coughed. Looking around she didn't know that she was already at the Hokage Tower. In her front was Shizune, a stack of papers on her hands. She smiled at her and nodded to the closed door "She's inside, Haruno-san." Then she left her alone. Shizune used to call her Sakura-chan along with Naruto, now, no one called her by her name. Shaking her head she proceeded to the closed door.

Gently knocking, she announced herself and waited. When the word "enter" was spoken, she opened the door and was greeted by a surprising sight. Surprising, 'coz there's only her and the Hokage in the room. Odd? The Hokage's eyes were staring blankly at her and the seriousness in her face means business.

"Hokage-sama?" she gently asks as she close the door.

"Seal the room, Haruno." The Godaime Hokage, ordered. Obeying she closes the door firmly and apply the seal. Taking a deep breath Tsunade, mentions for her to seat. She chose to stand. Silence swallowed them both for a while. The tension envelops them and Sakura can't take it anymore. She was about to speak when Tsunade spoke.

"I have a mission for you." She didn't even look at her emerald eyes. "This might be hard for you, but you're the only one I can trust with this mission." Sakura didn't react. Sweet words are nothing to her. Tsunade is beating around the bush. The mission she about to give will either kill her or permanently damage her.

"This is a S+ mission, Sakura," Her suspicions were correct. S+ class mission a.k.a "suicide mission". No guarantees you'll come back home. 1-3% Success rate. Incomplete information, will last until you die. She mentally sighs. She knows that she'll be damned if she refused this. The only mission offered to her after 3 months of hiatus was this – a S+ mission. Might as well get accept it or she'll stay in the shadows forever.

Great, just what she needed.

"What does the mission entitles Hokage-sama?"

"Once I disclose this to you, it means you accepted the mission." Sakura didn't answer. "I'll give you a week, Haru-."

"No need" She interrupted. "I'll accept it."

END FLASHBACK

Ah yes, that mission. That damn mission was the start of all.

No, it was the Hokage. She confirmed.

Maybe they really wanted to get rid of her. She's the unwanted one anyway. For them she's still the weak, pink haired ninja that needs protection. As they absorb the gratefulness of the light, she remained on the shadows, drowning herself. She's an ANBU yet, it's not enough to be notice. Maybe, they wanted her dead. Or the Hokage wants her dead. Yes, that's it. She got herself a new protégée and they are already in peace.

So this is what she gets. After years of protecting the village, years of killing herself in training, years of dedicating her life as a Shinobi, she reduce herself to this.

Now, here she was, branded as a slave, chained and stuck on a cage like an animal. Paraded to nobles to be sold, and touched by traders for a price.

No help coming to rescue her. No future waiting for her.

She was betrayed.

Broken.

Yes, she was.

Loud footsteps woke the young Earl of the Phantomhive Manor. For unknown reasons, it seems Sebastian was annoying him, again. Tugging the sheets that covered his body, he sat slowly as he rubbed his eyes, and then sigh. He slept late last night, reading books, as well as, sneaking on the kitchen to eat a piece of chocolate cake that was left in the pantry. That was heaven, now he's in hell. He wanted to sleep more, yet he woke him up. His left blue eye stares blankly at his butler. "Give me reasons, for you to wake me – "he glance at the clock then to Sebastian "at 5 a.m in the morning, Sebastian." His butler just smiled.

"A letter arrived, a while ago." He presented the letter to him. "It seems urgent, so I woke you up, Bocchama."

"You should have knocked first." Then grab the letter. Inspecting it, he was not surprise when he saw the seal. Another job for him. And it's goddamn early.

"I did knock, but it seems you're sleeping tight, and didn't hear it."

"Of course, I was asleep. The sun is not even awake, yet." Annoyance laced voice.

Sighing once again, he heard his butler chuckled. It appears that Sebastian really wanted to annoy him. He could have waited till the sun is up to wake him up. But no, he didn't. Muttering something about 'annoying and irritating' which are literally the same, he heard him talk "Today's breakfast is flacked smoked salmon, with Celery Victor Salad, side dished of toast and scones, which one would you like?"

"Crumpets?" He asked as he gets down from the bed. As his feet touched the floor, he shivered, looking around, he noticed that his bedroom window was open. So that's the reason why the night was chilly.

"None, Bocchama. Would you like one?" Sebastian helped him stand and started to dress him up. He shook his head as an answer. Buttoning his long-sleeved shirt, he spoke once again. "Today's tea is White Peony Tea." He tied his tie, and straightened his shirt. "We'll be using Meissen Porcelain* Dishes." His coat comes next. "Preparations have been made with Herend* Princess Victoria Tea set."

"I got a job for you Sebastian."

"What is it, bocchama?"

He held the letter and smiled "This."

"You haven't opened the letter."

"Oh."

*Rare and expensive porcelain products

Darkness.

Void.

Null.

She was standing in the middle of nowhere, darkness seemingly swallowing her, drowning her and suffocating her, yet she can breathe evenly. She can't even see her feet or her hands that was trembling for unknown reason. She tried to walk but got her nowhere. She heard voices, familiar and strange at the same time. She longed to hear those voices of happiness and joy. She longed to be with those voices.

She ran.

But it seems the voices have gone far away from her. Dejected she shouted "Where are you?" No one answered. She heard them again, recognizing them, she ran again.

Those voices.

Sasuke, Naruto, Kakashi-sensei, Sai, Shishou.

To her joy, she saw them all walking together. "Wait!" But they didn't look back; they seem deaf, for they move on. Running faster she tried to catch with them, however, it seems in every step she takes they move twice faster.

She stopped and took a deep breath. "When? When did you all stop looking back?" She shouted. "When did you all stop seeing me? When did you all stop caring for me? Since when am I the unwanted one?" she kneeled and tears started to from in her eyes.

"Since, you're weak." She flinched at the voice. She looked up and saw Sasuke, Sharingan blazing with fury.

On her right, Naruto speaks. "Since, you're useless." Disgust fastened his voice. Along with him, Kakashi, nodded in agreement. "Since, you're a disappointment."

"Since, you're ugly." Sai, said with a fake smile.

"Since, you're nothing." It was Tsunade.

"Since, you're not me." Karin smirked.

They all surround her kneeling form. Disgust evident on their faces, eyes staring blankly at her – the eyes of those she used to love – well, except for Karin, anyway –, she used to protect, and she used to be with.

A low chuckle vibrated on her right ear. "Why are you crying, Sakura-chan?" Sasuke's mocking voice haunts her. Tear stained face look at him, eyes longing for comfort and help. She knows she won't get it. This is Sasuke she's talking about. Those onyx eyes were nothing like him. She hated those eyes. Closing her own, she let more tears escape.

"Look at yourself. Poor little Sakura-chan" Sasuke continued.

A laugh was followed, "Weak."

"Useless."

"Disappointment."

"Ugly."

"Nothing."

"You can't be me."

She covered her ears. Their voices growing more loudly, making her ears bleed.

"STOP!" she shouted. More tears flowed on her face. "Please. Stop" She cowered at their voices. She felt helpless, she felt weak, she felt useless, she felt ugly, she felt disappointment, and she felt nothing. Yes, she was supposed to felt nothing but why, why does it hurt so much? Maybe they were right, maybe, they were right all along. She stood and begun to run. She doesn't care even if she returned to darkness; all she wanted was to stay away from them. From the back-stabbing, traitor, monster, unemotional freaks she used to called friends.

She'll welcome the darkness, even if it swallows her, even if it drowns her and even if it kills her.

She won't care.

Weary emerald eyes opened as she heard a door shuts. Blinking, she let her eyes adjust to the light. She slowly sat up and inspects her surroundings. It was strange for her to wake up on such a luxurious room. Anxiety filled her. For all she could remember, she was beaten, chained and lock up in a cage.

Her bed was as soft as the ice cream that melted on the summer heat, and the green covers, smooth as a marble. A large pair of windows was located on her left side, decorated with floral and dark green curtains matching the pale green color of the wall. A floral patterned couch was adjacent to it, along with a white chandelier bell lampshade sitting on a table. A set of wooden candle holders were place on her bedside table, candles burning and lighting the whole room. She tries to pinch herself only to found out that she can't move her hands well. Eyes landed on her hands and saw that it was bandage, and quite well, she might add. Whoever dressed her wounds are clearly professionals. No speck of blood can be seen on the white bandages that were covering not only her whole arms, but also her whole back. She sighs. It appears that someone helped her. Or maybe, someone took a liking of her and bought her. It might be the former but she can't let her guard down.

She noticed she was only wearing a large long sleeve shirt, long enough to touch her upper thigh. She had no undergarments at all. She hoped that a woman undressed her. Not that she cared who did it, but her womanly pride kicked as she thought of a man undressing her.

Trying to get away for the bed, she kicked the sheets that used to cover her legs and slowly moved. She shivered, when her feet touched the carpeted floor. Though the windows are closed, the room was relatively cold. Sweating bullets, she painfully stood up and slowly walks towards the door. Grabbing something on her way to support her weak legs, she was almost at the door when she heard loud footsteps coming on her way. She gulped, counting the time; she doesn't have enough to go back to her bed and pretend to be asleep. So she drags herself on the tall wardrobe and hides inside.

Nothing was inside it, so it was spacious enough for her to breathe normal. Taking a peek between the wardrobe doors, she was hoping to see who would come in the room, but instead a dark pair of eyes was staring back at her. She shouted "Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah", out of fear or confusion, she didn't know. One thing for sure those black eyes will keep on haunting her. She kicks the doors to open, and saw a tall man. Black hair framing his young face, wearing black trousers, vest and tailcoat, completing his butler look, his eyes were not really black, but dark red. The light of the room illuminating his smiling face, eyes held amusement and joy at the same time. He kept on smiling at her, his eyes close as his mouth titled upwards.

That smile.

"Stop" Emerald eyes narrowing at the man's smiling face.

He made no move and smiles more. "Hmm?" then tilted his head to side, asking her to elaborate.

"Stop smiling." She nearly growled.

"No need to be hostile." The man said as he opened his eyes again. Dark eyes took over her appearance. He seemed surprise, when it landed on her face. She knows why.

What? Never seen a pink hair before?She wanted to say that but she quickly dismissed it.

She took a step back when he walks toward her, gloved hands reaching for her face. She smacked it away and glared.

He withdrew his hand and smile once again "Oh my, I just wanted to take a good look on your eyes."

"My eyes? What's wrong with them, and where am I?"

"You're at the Phantomhive Manor." he answered honestly, observing her when she started to walk near the window. "Nothing's wrong with your eyes though. No need to worry."

"Who are –?" She was interrupted when the door opened revealing a young child, wearing an elegant blue suit, which matches his single left eye. An eyepatch covering the other one. His face contorted with confusion "What is happening, Sebastian?"

She saw another person on the young child's back, wearing a chef's jacket with a cigarette smoked on his mouth, the dirty blonde hair man look at her then speak. "Oh, she's awake."

The child eyed her. His eyes held something she can't decipher.

What is with this child? She thought. Those eyes filled with darkness, but it was empty at the same time. She shivered, she's a ninja yet a mere child can scare her.

She's scared.

No, she's troubled. Troubled at what kind of mess she runs herself into.

She was surprise when the blue haired child was feet away from her. She doesn't even sense him walk. What the hell? They both stared at each other, silence enveloping them all. A little later, footsteps were heard. Tearing her gaze from the child, she looks at the doorway and saw another blonde with a large pair of green eyes glistening with happiness, a young woman with red hair wearing thick round glasses and an old man wearing the same clothes like the first guy she met.

"How are your wounds?"

Startled, she touched her elbows and look outside the window. The moon is in full bloom and its light revealing her paled face. "You shouldn't have bothered." Her voice lacking emotion. She wanted to get out. Those eyes that scrutinizing her as if she was a criminal, as if she'll do something bad, well, she was thinking of doing something bad, but she's not doing it, yet.

She hated it.

She hated those eyes.

She hated those piercing blue eye, those dark red ones, happy green ones, and smirking blue-grey eyes, glass framed ones and the closed ones.

She can't breathe.

"Stop." She whispered softly, her bangs hiding away her eyes. The child tried to touch her but she shouted. "NO! STOP. DON'T COME NEAR ME." Hugging herself tightly, she slowly slid her back at windows down to the floor. Trembling terribly, she heard someone talk. "We won't hurt you."

She knew they won't, but those eyes. It's like looking at them again. "STOP!" covering her ears, she shouted again. ". I'm begging you." No one move, and she's thankful because of that.

She then heard a sigh.

"We'll leave you then. Just don't kill yourself, let's go, Sebastian." Footsteps slowly faded away as the door closes. Sensing someone still there, she looks up, seeing the guy she first met.

"Why?" dull emerald eyes stares at his dark red ones.

"It appears that you wanted to die. Why is that?" He walks in front of her, voice full of curiosity.

"None of your business."

He shrugged and his eyes then cursorily brightened. Like a child waiting for a candy or a reward, he stood patiently. There's no fleck of irritation on his body movement, his eyes kept on darting from her to the moon. She coughs, gaining his attention. Right hand gripping her chest, she speak.

"When you have no one to turn to, when you have no home to return and when you have nothing left, you'll never have a chance to smile, be happy and even to cry." She hugged her knees. "When they robbed everything, your wealth, your health, and love, you'll never have a chance to see the future." Tears flowed freely as she placed her cheeks on her knees, eyes looking outside. The moon soaring high like the sun, stars sparkling like diamonds and lighting the dark night. "I have nothing, no one to turn to, no home to return to, yet I can smile, be happy and cry. I wonder why?"

Dark eyes look at her form, his first impression on her disappeared like a bubble. Though she looked tough, she's fragile like a porcelain doll. She's a broken doll. The pain she's having is deep within her. Those wounds and scars are nothing. Her heart shattered to million pieces, her hope disappeared, and her trust broken beyond repair. Emerald orbs stare at him; the eyes that were void in emotion a while ago disappeared as she shed more tears. Crouching down, he wipes her tears with his thumb and smile.

Grinning wide, he pulled her up and wipes her tears again. To his surprise she hugged him. He stiffened; no one had tried to embrace him, well except for Ciel and Grell's constant harassment. Blinking, he realized something then started to stroke her pink locks. He can feel tears started to stain his suit. Not that it matters.

This is easy.

His life might get exciting, after all. Hell, serving a 12 year old brat is quite boring, but maybe repairing a pink haired lady would be endearing. He'll repair her, step by step. The slower the better, the longer the better, and then he'll get her soul for free. No need for contract, no need to serve, no need to obey, a little emotion here and there, would get what he want.

He cupped her face and stare. "I'll repair you, my beloved doll"

His master surely won't like it.

Chapter 2 – 2nd Step: Branding

"Please don't cry. I don't deserve such innocent tears." He tried to wipe her tears but failed miserably.

"No one deserves to die alone." She smiled, though her tears won't stop flowing.

"My brother was really foolish. Leaving you alone was a huge mistake." He coughed, blood trailing down his mouth. "I would have married you if I can." He chuckled. "Thank you, Sakura-chan."

Chapter 1 done!

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Chapter 2 might be post next month.

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