A/N: This is a very graphic story (extremely twisted). If you don't like, don't read. Themes of rape, drugs, and violence will be present.
MadaSaku. AU/ Graphic content, Rated M for a reason. Don't like? Don't read.
Summary: Life plays a wicked game with people, and for some the loss is greater compared to the others. For Sakura Haruno, the game is just about to begin.
CH1: Spring
"Do you think you could do it, Sakura? Hello? Sakura?"
I got snapped out of my stupor thanks to Shikamaru. "Yeah, I got it. Submit all of the papers before noon, and I could get out of this place." I heard Shikamaru sigh deeply for the nth time today.
"Hey, Sakura I know how big this day is for you but you still got some obligations to fill in. You know I'd gladly take this off of your hands but it just so happens I got mine full too." He rubs the back of his head sheepishly. I tried my best to smile; the unease was creeping through my spine as I speak. "It's alright Shikamaru, I'm just glad that you're here." He stops holding the back of his head and stares into me intently. "I can read right through you Sakura. Cut the shit, are the Uchiha's really that bad?" I couldn't find the right words, they weren't exactly that bad, distant maybe, but not at all that bad. Ever since my mother got married to Fugaku, I got myself new brothers. Itachi and Sasuke, they aren't all that bad they don't treat me wrong at all. Itachi is the oldest amongst all of us, he's working now and he's barely home, but with the small amount of time I had to get to know him he doesn't seem all that bad, he has moments where he would show me his warm side. Sasuke, he's a year older than me and he's in college. He's a different story, let's just say we argue more than we agree on things, but that doesn't cause him to treat me wrong at all and there are times even though he's only a year older than me, he never fails to treat me as a little sister.
"It's okay Shikamaru, don't worry about me. They're nice people; they just have a different way of showing it. I'm just nervous for today. Clan law is such a weird thing; I mean you would know right? You're a Nara." His facial expression calms down a bit, sitting down right in front of me with his elbows propped up and his fingers laced together. "We do have clan laws, but not like the Uchiha's. Their Clan laws are like a different culture on its own. Their line is pretty historic even." This time it was my turn to sigh. "I'm really nervous meeting their clan head... what if he doesn't like me? I don't want my brothers to suffer just because I made a mistake. What if their family gets shunned by the rest of the Uchiha's?" Shikamaru rests his head on his hands and stares outside the window like he usually does. "It won't turn like that, trust me. Just keep a leveled head, and don't react too much to anything, never give them the satisfaction of eliciting a reaction out of you when it's not necessary." I try to breathe this time around. The meeting with the clan head is in a few hours, and I can't seem to gather my thoughts. I feel Shikamaru's hand pat my head. "Don't think about it too much Sakura, from what I know about the Uchiha's current clan head; he's pretty intimidating to be with. Even my dad tries to reign in his composure when he's around, but you have nothing to worry about. Your brothers will be there right? They'll be able to give you the support you need." I blink at him slowly, appreciating his words. "Thank you Shikamaru, I appreciate it very much."
"Look, I gotta go now. I'll see you around."
The brief amount of comfort my friend offered me dissipates immediately as he leaves me with the papers in my hand.
All I could do is sigh.
"Sakura! You ready?!"
I hurriedly clip my hair out of my face, and look over my kimono one last time to be safe that I dont embarrass myself in front of the entire clan. "Sasuke! I need help!" I can't hide the panic in my voice. I heard his footsteps running towards my room. "Whats wrong are you alright?!" I saw him in his yukata trailing behind him in his hurry. He stops in his tracks and looks at me clearly irritated. "I'm scared" I could feel the bile rise up my throat. Sasuke comes closer to me and assess my situation. "Well, you wore your kimono right. Nothing fucked up about your hair. Your face isn't as horrible as it usually is. Everything is in place." I can't keep the pout from forming, I smacked his arm. "Ouch! Alright, chill out. Don't worry too much. I and Itachi will be there, right by your side. I know this feels scary, but we all go through this. Every Uchiha that's been born, or married into the family must meet the clan head, even you. Me and Itachi went through it too. It's not that bad." He tucks some hair behind my ear. "Thanks Sasuke. I just hope I do well." He nods and offers me his arm to hold. I take it without hesitation as I felt weak in the knees.
"We're leaving!" Fugaku shouted. "Going down already, dad!" Sasuke replied.
God, this night is going to be long.
Itachi met us in the opulent house where I'll be meeting the clan head. My mother already met him before and she told me it wasn't that bad, now that it's my turn I can't seem to believe in her words. "You look adorable imouto" Itachi whispered to me, "Thank you Itachi -ani". Everyone was dressed formally, beautiful kimonos and well made yukatas can be seen for miles and miles. It's weird that Uchiha's have one distinct trait which is dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. They all look beautiful in a way, and they have this distant air amongst them. " I wish mom was here"
Itachi offers his arm for me to hold like what Sasuke did a while ago, but oddly this time around it feels like a lifeline. I didn't belong in this place; everyone was dressed in dark blues and reds. I stood out like a sore thumb. Being a Haruno, I inherited the pink hair from my grandmother, but my mother has red hair. When she married Fugaku, I didn't know what I was also getting into. Such an established clan like this felt like only the best amongst the best can join here. "Don't fret Sakura, you look beautiful. The green kimono you're wearing right now suits you, I know I didn't pick wrong." I smile a little at Itachi, and for a moment I wanted to be even more thankful for what he did for me. He knew I didn't know much about this kind of lifestyle but he didn't hesitate to introduce me to it slowly. His patience astounded me at first, but as I knew Sasuke I figured out where he was able to form his patience. The kimono looked like the essence of spring; it's a cliché because of my namesake. The cherry blossoms at the bottom made it more so.
"Was Sasuke able to explain the entire process to you?" I blinked at him a little, "I meet the clan head, and then get out." I saw him sigh in disappointment, which made me purse my lips a little. He looks straight ahead as he explains. "It will go like this, Imouto. You will meet the clan head in a designated tea room, he will ask you a few questions, get to know you a little, and you will go out there with him afterwards, and he will introduce you to everyone as a new member of the clan." I could feel the bile rise up again, knowing that I'll be introduced to this many people. Itachi's deep voice soothes me yet again, "It's not that bad Imouto. Don't worry, these people won't get to you, not as long as me and Sasuke are here. Dad is already inside the tea room with Madara -sama. He'll call us in a bit." My stomach felt like it was turning as the time draws near. "Itachi -Ani, I'm going outside to the garden, I think I need to calm down a little." He looks at me with understanding and let's go of me. I walked to my destination alone, heart pounding. It was a chilly night, or maybe it was just because I was nervous. No one was in the garden, everyone was having a nice time inside as I assumed since everyone had a drink at hand.
I leaned on the wall beside the door and stared at the sky, trying to distract myself from the meeting. A strong smell of smoke wafted in the air and I couldn't help but wonder where it was coming from. I looked to my left and saw a man in the corner smoking; he had the longest hair I have ever seen on a man. It looked wild and untamed, his deep red yukata blended well in the dark, a stark contrast to his pale skin. He was incredibly tall. It was intimidating and it made me wonder if all the Uchiha's had this air of intimidation innately around them.
"It's rude to stare." He said without even looking at me.
I felt the heat rise up to my ears, and bow down repeatedly towards him. "My apologies, please I didn't mean to offend you." I haven't even met the clan head yet and I was screwing up already. A hand shot out and tucked some hair behind my ear, the smell of smoke stronger now. The height difference was staggering now that he was near, and my breathing felt like it stopped at the sight before me. He had chiseled features, obviously blessed with the good genes. His eyes however told a different story that I couldn't explain. "What is your name" his deep voice rumbled through my ears, "S-sakura" I bowed again. "Stand straight" he commanded with authority, I couldn't see his face completely now with the angle his head was in. I feel like I fucked with the wrong person.
"Sakura? It's time we-" I turned around immediately thankful that Sasuke was there, I couldn't help but cut him off. "Yes! Here!" When I looked back to my front the scary man was no longer there I couldn't care less though, now that I'll be leaving him, hoping I won't ever be meeting him again. "Ready?" I breathed in one big gulp of air and proceeded to hold onto him.
The walk to the tea room felt like an eternity. Sasuke and Itachi were by my side, I could feel the heat radiate from the two, it made me feel like a princess with body guards since they wore matching yukatas. "Take it easy Imouto, we are here, you have nothing to worry about." I nodded at Itachi and looked forward. They both took one door handle each and opened it for me.
Holy. Shit.
He was there sitting right across from the table, I was expecting it to be a really big room with a long table, but with the size of the room it was made clear that this is supposed to be an intimate meeting. I couldn't breathe.
There was a chair right across from the man from before with the wild hair. He nods at me to take it, and I did my best to hide my hesitation. The two chairs near the door were taken by Itachi and Sasuke and right behind who I assume to be Madara was Fugaku. Shit, the lump in my throat wouldn't leave. He was staring at me and it felt like I was going to die. "Hm" he made such noise.
"Ah, it seems like tea will be served in a minute. Boys? Would you please give us some privacy?" My head snapped as soon as he said those words, my eyes wide as I saw Sasuke and Itachi stand up and bow before him. I saw Fugaku do the same too. I felt faint, but before the doors close behind me I saw that Sasuke and Itachi were just as puzzled as I am.
It was just the two of us now, and I felt like going to the bathroom from the fear. He was still looking at me intently, and I reminded myself about the words of Shikamaru about not reacting that much. The tea was served and he didn't move an inch. While staring back at him I flinched a little, and he smirked and grabbed his cup. I didn't know what that was about but I wanted to scream for my brothers.
"Sakura" he tested the name against his tongue and he got my full attention. "Yes, M-madara -sama?"
"I've heard so much about you" he propped his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his hand. His face was made for royalty; I could see that now in better lighting. My face felt heated again. His mouth was twisted into a smile, I felt scared. "Come now, don't be shy. You haven't even touched your tea, its good." his voice felt like a demand so I took a sip. It was true that the tea was good, it was better than anything I've ever tried; waking up a different side of me that appreciated this. "Do you like it?" he asked, even though it felt like he knew my next course of action. I just nodded at him; he was in a relaxed position. "I heard that you're a promising painter Sakura, I'm an art connoisseur myself." I nodded yet again, "So tell me Sa-ku-ra" my stomach was in knots, I didn't like the way he just said my name. "What do you think of me?" I breathed in like it was the last. I saw him raise an eyebrow.
What the shit is that question. "I, uh, I don't have one as of yet. Does this offend you, Madara -sama?" I didn't know why I had to ask. I just want to kick myself. His twisted smile was back, but it oddly suited him. He looked like a predator, the villain from the book. The bloody red yukata that fitted him well rippled from his slight movement, his staggering height still evident even when sitting down, he draws closer inching a little bit on the table. "It doesn't Sakura -chan. But I do have an opinion on you." He reaches from the other side and holds my hair, gliding his fingers through. I was frozen from the shock, I know this isn't normal. "You're a beautiful woman Sakura -chan. I would like to see more of you and how you improve as you grow older. I heard that you're about to graduate high school, is this true?" I nod in agreement, still staring into his pitch black eyes. It felt like sucking me in. His hands found my cheek and I couldn't help myself but swat his hand off.
HOLY SHIT
"I- I'm, I'm so sorry Madara -sama!" I stood up immediately, bowing in his direction. Shit, this was not good. "Stand straight" this time he said it in a playful tone. "I like you, Sakura -chan." His smile was beautiful, but it doesn't hold anything nice behind it. I screwed up big time. "Sit back down, and let's enjoy the tea." I did as I was told, and tried to down everything in one go. "Sakura -chan, please do tell me something about yourself. I would like to know you." He was back to his relaxed position with his chin in his hand.
"I- I'm graduating next month, I've taken an entrance exam in one of the most prestigious art school in Japan. I have yet to find out the results." It felt wrong to say any more information so I stopped. "And what school may this be?" he asked.
"Konoha University" I almost whispered. He closes his eyes, and remained like this for a moment. It was weird now that his eyes are closed I can finally look at him as a whole, he was made for royalty, no, scratch that. He IS royalty. He was born into it, and in a sense, in a demented way; I can understand why he's like this. The power he holds, the influence he has, including his looks, I can sense how twisted he actually is. I didn't realize his eyes were open already when he snapped me out of my thoughts. " Hm, Sakura -chan that is a nice choice if I may say so myself. I just might visit you there one day, as you know I invested in that university not so long ago, as a board member I think it would be nice to have a budding talent like you in such an establishment." Knowing that he works with the school scares me. "Any relationships that you have Sakura -chan?"
"None that concerns you" I'm done playing now.
He smirks dangerously, "You're very entertaining you know that Sakura -chan? I'm glad you're a part of the family now." My breathing stops yet again. The closeness of the room is suffocating me. "How old are you Sakura -chan?" I frown at this. I don't like where this is going now.
"I'm turning eighteen next month, after the graduation."
This time, what I saw scared me. His eyes held that predatory glint. His arm reached for me again, and as I try to swat it back down again he caught mine, his grip not relenting. It felt like it was going to bruise in the morning. His free hand touched my face and I tried to swat it too but he managed to hold both of my hands in his large one. Finally nothing was getting in his way, he touched my cheek. I know this fear, this is actual primal fear.
Get out Get out Get out
That was the only thing I could think of. His breath was dangerously fanning my face, the smell of tea and faint smoke. His eyes were leveled to mine, and his huge hand played with my hair. "I like you, Sa-ku-ra."
The next thing I knew, he stood up and his back was facing me. He looked back as he opened the door. "Come with me, it's time."
I stood up and wavered in my stance. I kept a distance with him waiting for him to finally move, but he only stared at me. He took long fast strides towards me, scaring me in the process. His hands found mine and I found he was linking his arms with mine. I couldn't protest any further as soon as I saw there were a lot of people in just outside of the door. I just realized how well insulated the tea room was, if the noise wasn't getting in then for sure it wouldn't come out. Another wave of fear washes over me. I tried to keep up with his strides. More and more Uchihas appeared when I finally saw a small clearing with a mic in the middle. Immediately the room was hushed, his presence appeared golden to everyone. I noticed the faces of the people around us, eyes wide in shock that I couldn't fathom. I fervently looked for Itachi and Sasuke, still feeling abandoned from a while ago. I saw them in the far right, shock apparent in their faces. Sasuke, for the short amount of time that I know him I never saw him with his mouth hanging open. Itachi, one of the most composed people I know of, has his eyes wide. It felt like there was something wrong.
The ride home was quiet. Fugaku was driving, and he cleared his throat. Itachi and Sasuke could barely even talk to me, but Sasuke held my hand when he noticed that I was starting to shake.
"Sakura, darling. It seems like everything went smoothly for you with Madara -sama." He said. I was still a little shaken from what just happened. "Yes, I think it did, Dad." Sasuke's grip on my hand tightened a little bit.
When we arrived home, Sasuke and Itachi followed me straight into my room.
I felt like crying.
"We've never seen that happen before, Imouto. Sorry for reacting the way that we did." Itachi was standing in front of me. I sat down on the bed and Sasuke held my cold hand again. "Was that bad? Did I do something bad?" I looked at Sasuke this time, his eyes hardened when he saw mine. "It wasn't normal that's for sure. It weird that he asked us to leave the room... what happened?"
I couldn't help the frown that was creeping into my face. I moved my right sleeve up, showing them the bruise that was starting to form. I felt my eyes water in anger and confusion. I saw them both look at one another. Itachi was kneeling on one knee this time. "Can you please tell us what happened imouto?"
I explained things as best as I could. I saw them look at one another, something in their eyes that scared me even more. They shared an all knowing silence with one another. "Please tell me what's happening" I was close to begging. They both look at me this time, the silence was eating me alive. "It's over now Imouto, don't worry about it." Itachi stood up and Sasuke followed. "Yeah Sakura, go to sleep. It's over now, you got nothing to worry about. It won't happen again."
"We won't let it happen again." Itachi said in a hard tone.
I wish they were right
"You look like you're in a good mood Aniki, how was the new member of the clan? I heard she's a promising painter." Izuna said while sipping his tea, it was late into the night and the boy was sitting in the office of his brother. Madara was smoking, looking outside of his window, a smirk present on his face. "She was charming brother, I wish you could see her." Izuna smiled and held the blindfold on his head covering his eyes. "She must be that pretty huh?" Madara was looking at his brother this time, exhaling the smoke from his mouth. "She is something." There was a comfortable silence between the two of them. "What will you do brother?" Madara smiles, he's happy that his brother knows him so well. "What do you mean little brother? I have no idea what you're talking about." Izuna chuckles at this, "I know you, brother. She must be different huh?"
Madara puts out the light of his cigarette and sits back down. "It seems like the Gods has sent me the essence of spring. Brother, if you saw her you'd understand. She had pink hair, as soon as she entered the premises she stood out like a sore thumb. I saw her even before she could see me. In fact, she actually saw me smoking in the garden. Up close, she was breath taking." His brother Izuna hums at this.
Madara closes his eyes leaning back. He can't remove the sight of pink hair in his mind, her soft skin, and those wide green eyes. By the way she moves it was obvious she has no knowledge of how things work in the Uchiha clan, her lack of experience in such functions was endearing. Her mouth a healthy shade close to red, it was obvious she had no makeup on as I saw how many times her face flushed and drained of color. It was amusing how she expressed herself, how her fear was evident, and finally when she fought against me. The pearl clip adorning her head kept the hair off of her face. Her kimono hung on her beautifully, showing me what has yet to develop from her body, not that there wasn't anything I couldn't grab from her. Her petite body made her look like a fairy from the books, and just looking at her awakened new desires in me. I wanted her all to myself. Seeing her held by Fugaku's brats made me realize how bad I actually want her.
Her face felt so perfect in my hand, and I wanted to know more how else we mold perfectly against one another. I breathe out a sigh, Izuna has a calm smile on his face making him look even more harmless than before.
"She was a fighter Izuna, she even talked back to me." Madara chuckled at this trying to remember the incident. "She must be a wild one brother." Izuna said. "Indeed she is, I thought that I have finally found the fitting matriarch of this clan." A twisted laugh escaped from Madara's lips, "Big words brother, surely you must be kidding." Izuna's mouth was set into a thin line this time. "I have yet to find out brother." Madara focused on his brother sitting harmlessly in front of his desk.
A wicked smile adorned Izuna's face "How unfortunate for the girl."