"Who is Sasuke?" Sakura asked.    Steeping out from the uncertain blackness of the hallway, was a man. He had spiky black hair, black eyes, and he wore a wicked smirk on his pale face.    "Hello," He greeted.    "Hello," Sakura replied, seeing as no one else did.   "What do you want?" Gaara death glared.   "Oh, I have just come to collect taxes," Sasuke said, looking around.   "So take them and leave!" Neji growled, not liking his presence.   "Ah, I would, but this time, Orochimaru-kun doesn't just want gold, he wants blood, in order to keep the curse from worsening," He chuckled.   "Who's blood?" Naruto asked fearing the worst.   "Her's," He pointed to the portriate on the wall above them.