Hello all, this is Kitsuko, and this is my new fic. I will forewarn you people, this story is DARK. It contains rape, incest, yaoi rape, sex, attempted suicide, violence, attacks on pregnant women, and most of all...death. These are all very serious subjects. Please note that the uncensored version of this story will be placed on media miner (dot) org. I will only warn you once though.

-Kitsuko

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I never will. I will only say that once. Deal with it.

WARNING! THIS PROLOGUE CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF RAPE! IF THIS DISTURBS YOU, LEAVE NOW AND DO NOT COME BACK! IF YOU READ THIS ANYWAYS AND IT DISTURBS YOU...THEN IT'S YOUR OWN FUCKING FAULT! THIS IS ADULT CONTENT AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH. ALSO...this is a bit more adult than most fics on ff.n but if you report me or something...I will hunt you down and beat your ass.

Thank you

-Kitsuko

Mistakes are Unforgivable

By Kitsuko-san

Prologue: Brute Force

She could still feel it late at night: him moving inside her roughly, biting her lip and swallowing her cries of pain. It was a constant source of terror for her afterwards--for nearly six months she would wake up in a cold sweat screaming. (It was why she had moved back into her childhood home--Ino always asked questions about her night terrors, and she didn't want to talk about it.)

She had feared Sasuke greatly after that, cowering in fright when she saw him and shrinking back to whimper pitifully against Naruto. Her teammate and sensei had chalked it up to shyness and a crush--though she had been over that ludicrous idealism and worship of him at fifteen, and as a twenty year old woman was far to old for such a reaction towards a man she liked.

Sasuke had acted as if nothing had happened, regarding her with the same cruel disinterest as always--though she now knew it was false. She had understood how much he had repressed himself when he had taken her against the cool cement wall of her backyard in the late hours of the night.

It had been unexpected--but was rape ever really anticipated? Sakura had stepped outside on a balmy August evening--close to about two AM--to let her dog (the one Ino hated) go "potty-wotty" (as Sakura called it) and had been thrown against the wall, with Sasuke's hand on her breast as he sliced off her clothes with a shiruken.

He had entered her with extreme force, and she felt the tear deep within her abdomen and the blood gushing out to coat his maleness and ease his movements in her. Sasuke had latched onto her mouth with his lips to silence her as she screamed in pain, her back arched and fingernails clawing at his naked back in agony. Her cries had been muffled, his grunts of pleasure in time with his thrusting as he roughly racked her curves and gripped at her wrists with bruising strength.

Suddenly, Sasuke had removed his mouth from where it rested upon hers and moved to suckle at her breasts. She had opened her mouth in hope--she had a chance to scream for help--but had a hand clapping over her mouth angrily and a harsh bite at her nipple. "Don't be stupid, Sakura-chan," he had hissed at her, nipping at her voluptuous chest again--this time hard enough to draw blood.

Sakura had whimpered against the calloused surface of his palm, a few warm tears trickling down her cheek. Finally attempting to get her wits about her, she decided to employ the ninja's method of withstanding torture--thinking about something happy to distract from the pain, and pulling one's mind to an out-of-body experience. She had instantly gone back to her childhood with Itachi--yes, the evil brother of her rapist and former friend and love interest--remembering how they had played by the streams and forests when little, and when older, had given each other their first kisses. (It was a memory Sakura was still very fond of. It had been a sweet, simple kiss where their lips had touched softly, and then their tongues had gently slid against one another in a beautifully innocent manner.)

A smile tugged at the corners of her eyes--she had loved that boy with all her heart. (Itachi had been her first kiss, first love, and first lover.) Sasuke, seeing her sudden peaceful attitude towards his assault, took a kunai out from his pants pocked and sliced down each of her breasts, a trail of blood following the path, the crimson liquid gleaming in the moonlight in an extremely macabre manner.

She had screamed then, biting on Sasuke's warm hand and clutching at her chest. She had felt the wetness on her hands--a combination of her blood and tears, and Sasuke's sweat. The tears were fresh, and flowing from her eyes freely once more, bright emerald sparkling horrifically in the dim lighting of the evening.

Ripping his mouth of where it had been licking and nipping at the pulse on her neck, Sasuke turned a curious eye to the mixture which coated her hands at a stark contrast to her pale, creamy skin. He had pulled one off where it rested on the now gaping wounds on her feminine attributes and had slowly licked it off, moaning loudly in ecstasy at the taste of his Sakura-chan.

Sakura's eyes had widened massively at the noise--she now knew that Sasuke might do more than just rape her, her might even kill her. She prayed silently to whatever gods might have been listening, turning her face to the moon and begging that she might live to exact revenge on this man. Somehow, her prayers seemed to be answered, for at that moment, Sasuke had climaxed inside her. She had felt him soften in her, and the hot fluids sliding out after he had exited her.

Sasuke had collapsed on her then, his chest shaking with each pant he took, and his member still twitching in aftershocks of his climax. He had rested his head on her breasts, applying a healing jutsu to seal the wounds, and licking off the blood that had remained on each of the soft mounds of flesh. After he had caught his breath, he had replaced his shirt and vest, zipped his pants up, and slipped out of the yard with the silence only he could possess.

Sakura had stared at the sky for a few minutes, still naked on her lawn, and shaking uncontrollably. Once the gravity of the situation had set in, she had fallen to her knees, dry heaves racking her body, and she had hurried back inside and prepared a scalding hot bath for herself, feeling horrifically dirty. The water had turned her skin terribly red, and she had scrubbed at every inch of her body until it was raw--almost to the point of bleeding.

After she had been dressed, she had taken the long nightshirt she had been wearing before the rape and burned it, smoke filling th back yard and shadows dancing and flickering upon the walls. The bloodied kunai and shiruken had been left on the ground, and she threw those in the fire too, laughing in a disturbing manner as they melted down.

Sakura wasn't sure how she'd get over this. But one thing was sure. She would get her revenge on Sasuke, if she had to kill him to do it. Some mistakes were unforgivable. And this was one of them.

END PROLOGUE

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-Kitsuko