Title- When Misery Knocks

Rating- M

Pairing- Main KakaSaku

Summary- Sakura is raped by Hidan, and after the initial shock and wounds heal, she goes to the one person she thinks she can trust. Kakashi-sensei. He tries everything to help her, but everything fails. What will he do when she starts to crave his touch, when she wants him to do the unthinkable? Will he think about it?

A/N- So, yeah, not for young children. Contains graphic scenes of rape, and sexual themes not suitable for younger audiences, Viewer discretion is advised. Parental discretion is strongly advised. And Hidan, and Sakura are wearing different clothes from what they usually do. They have to change sometime. XD

soo sorry, I know I should be updating Substitution, but this came to me in a dream, a rather graphic, disturbing, and random dream, again, I'm sorry, I'll finish this and Substitution ASAP, I promise.

A girl of around sixteen was walking home from her training session with Kakashi-sensei, when a strong arm grabbed her from behind, and dragged her into the brush at the side of the road. She was thrown mercilessly onto the ground. Her bag was ripped from her hands, it's contents scattered on the ground. She lay silently, hoping that, that was all the unknown person wanted. She saw the light grey eyes flash to her face, and something in them darkened. She saw the transition, and tried to jump to her feet, to run before the person had a chance to do what they wanted with her.

The arms grabbed her from behind again, and dragged her down onto the ground again. She kicked, and screamed, hitting, and scratching trying to get away. A hand was placed over her mouth in an effort to silence her. She bit down hard on the flesh in her mouth, but her assailant didn't seem to feel the pain. She bit down harder, and felt her teeth meet in the middle of the skin. She gagged on the strong taste of blood, and raw flesh in her mouth. She felt a hand move under her skirt, and tried to stop the person from pulling her tights down.

Her hands were pinned above her head by her soon-to-be rapist. She looked deep into the eyes above her, and a sudden realization hit her. She'd seen this person before. It was the Akatsuki member Hidan, the Jashinist. She was over come by an uncontrollable fit of fear. Would he kill her when he was done, or did he think that what he was about to do to her was worse than death?

He ripped her tights, getting them off, and she felt a sudden awareness of everything around her. Her shirt was ripped open, the strips of fabric fell down her sides. He reached around her back, an undid the hooks on her bra, before cutting the straps with a kunai. He threw it, and leaned down to suckle lightly on her nipple. She felt disgust rise in her throat, as her body began to react to the man's touch. He seemed to notice it too. He bit down hard on her nipple. A thrill of pain shot through her chest, and she tried to pull away from him. He pinned her down with his body weight, pinning her hands above her head again, he pulled her skirt up.

His hands were rough as he puled her knees apart, and she was sure she was going to have bruises by tomorrow. He pulled his pants down to his knees, and pushed his body in between her legs, spreading them wider. She gave a cry, as he bit her again, drawing blood this time. She lay still, for a moment, until he pushed slowly into her. She felt something tear inside of her, the pain was almost unbearable. She writhed, and screamed in pain, and no one heard her. He began to thrust as soon as he was fully into her. Tearing her more, causing her deep pain, and humiliation. He bit her often, sometimes drawing blood, sometimes leaving a bruise.

She lay quiet while he had his way with her. Hoping that if she was still, and quiet, he would finish sooner, and leave her. The pain was still there, but it had lessened to an ache that throbbed in her lower abdomen. She felt him begin to shudder, and knew that his release was coming soon, and she prayed to god that he didn't kill her. He filled her with his disgusting essence, moaning, and clutching her sides tightly. She lay silently on the ground, as he stood, and pulled his pants back up. He squatted down, and grabbed her face in his hand.

"Forget my face." he said menacingly. She closed eyes, and pulled her face out of his grip. By the time she felt safe to open her eyes, he was long gone. She curled into the fetal position, and cried. It was getting dark when she sat up, and got her things together. She picked her things up off of the ground, and stuffed them back into her purse, before walking slowly home, feeling too sore to jump from tree to tree.

She opened her apartment door slowly, and shuffled inside. Throwing her purse on her table, she continued through the house to her bathroom, where she took a long shower, and came to a conclusion: they just didn't make water hot enough to make her feel clean at that moment. She doubted if she'd ever feel clean again. Something in her soul had been broken, and something from her spirit had been taken from her. Her innocence had been shattered, broken apart, and buried under the guilt that she now felt.

She should've tried harder to fight him off, or screamed louder so someone heard her. She couldn't have been that far from Kakashi-sensai. But it was too late now, what was done was done, she couldn't take it back now. It took weeks for her to be able to walk properly, and for most of her wounds to heal. She began to feel very unsafe being on her own, and decided that she should move in with someone. Naruto would be more than happy to have her as a room-mate. But she wasn't sure if she'd be able to live with Naruto without killing him. Sasuke would've been her first choice, but he was no longer in the village. She definitely didn't want to move in with Ino, or Tsunade. So that left two rational choices. Kakashi, or Jiraya. They were both pervs, but Jiraya was ten times worse than Kakashi, and he was also a good twenty years older than Kakashi.

So Kakashi it was. She changed her course, and went to the other side of town. Climbing two flights of stairs, she came to Kakashi's apartment. She knocked on the door, which was answered almost immediately.

"Sakura, what can I do for you?" Kakashi asked.

"I was wondering if I could move in with you." she said.

Kakashi seemed surprised. "Is there a reason for this?"

"Yes." Sakura answered slowly. "I don't feel safe on my own anymore."

"Why?"

"Can I come in?" Sakura asked.

Kakashi opened the door, and let her in. She sat on the couch, and for the first time since it had happened, she told the story of her ordeal. Kakashi seemed to become more, and more disgusted as she continued. He was literally shaking with anger by the time she finished.

"Who did it?" he asked, in a whisper.

"I don't know." Sakura said, feeling suddenly guilty for lying.

"So it wasn't someone from this village?"

"No."

"Do you know which village he may have come from?"

'The rain village.' is what she thought. "No." is what she said.

Kakashi sighed, and shook his head. He closed his eyes, and seemed to be in deep thought.

"You're not mad at me are you?" Sakura asked, panicking.

Kakashi's eyes flashed open. "No. Not at you. Never at you. I was so close to you, and I didn't hear. I'm disgusted with myself. And the scum that dared to touch you."

Sakura watched as Kakashi paced across the room. He suddenly stopped in front of her, he dropped to his knees quickly, and took her hands in his.

"You can stay as long as you wish." he said, kissing the back of her hands.

She shivered at the touch of his covered lips. She pulled her hands away, cupping the sides of his face with her hands. She pulled his mask down before he had time to reject, and gasped in shock. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

She saw him blush from the intensity of her stare. She felt herself leaning forwards, she pressed her lips against his. They were soft, and strangely willing. She felt him pull her into his arms, as if he'd been waiting for this moment, and she realized, he probably had been. He'd probably been waiting for her to make the first move.

She moaned as he pulled her right off of the couch, and right into his lap. She fit perfectly to the curve of his body, her's arching into his. Her arms were in a vice grip around his neck pulling him closer.

Wow, I've been working on this fic for a while now, and I finally decided that I was bored enough with it for now that I'll just put this up as chapter one. so here you go, chapter one.

What is Sakura thinking? lol

anyways, please R&R.