A/N: Ok well this idea has been plaguing me so I've decided I must work on it. The chapters are kind of short but I felt the breaks were needed there so oh well. I hope you enjoy it anyways and can ignore any weird junk that crops up and doesn't fit with the Naruto world. We call it fan fiction for a reason. Kakashi do the honors please?

Kakashi: "Wiccawitch doesn't own anything Naruto. She just likes to make up stories and fantasize about the characters like I do with Icha Icha Paradise. I don't blame her one bit. You shouldn't either."

Chapter 1 – Losing Faith in Love

His hands trailed fire across her body, bruising and harsh and demanding. His kiss was possessive and insistent. He wanted her. It thrilled her to her no end. After all this time, it was finally happening. Sasuke was finally returning her love. She didn't mind that things had progressed so quickly. After all, it wasn't as if they barely knew each other and she had loved him since she was a child. She had always known he would be her first and now all her dreams were coming true. Things would finally go back to normal.

She was shivering at his touch as he divested her quickly of her clothing. His mouth biting hungrily at her throat, his teeth sure to leave bruises in the morning. But she didn't care; it was proof that he was really here with her, really wanting her. His hands gripped her wrists and shoved them roughly to either side of her head pressing them securely into the mattress beneath her. His head rose from her neck and she caught his gaze for a moment and a chill ran down her spine. His eyes! They weren't the fathomless black depths she had expected, but the bright red sharingan he was famous for.

And then he pressed into her and she had to squeeze her eyes closed at the pain. He spared her none of it and took his pleasure from her with harsh fast thrusts. She didn't mind because this was what she wanted, to give him pleasure. He took her several more times that night lifting and positioning her like a rag doll to his whim. There were no passionate whispers or declarations of love, but she hadn't expected as much; he wasn't the declarative type. She could just feel it in the way his hands clawed at her desperately and his mouth met her own with bruising intensity.

When he had placed her above him to straddle his waist, his fingers had dug into her hips with every move she made. She had felt especially empowered when he had rewarded her with a moan of pleasure. And then the world had cracked. When he was finally spent he rolled away from her and began to dress. "

Sasuke," she whispered her eyes bright. He turned to look at her as he pulled his high collared shirt over his head. His eyes still the bright red sharingan and she wondered briefly if all Uchiha eyes awoke when their holders were aroused. She stood up and walked over to him keeping the sheet wrapped around her. She stood before him and leaned forward gently pressing her lips to his.

"I love you Sasuke. I always have," she whispered looking up at him for his reaction. The red drained from his eyes and he blinked at her. He reached forward and yanked the sheet from her hands exposing her to him once again. One of his hands went to her waist and the other gripped her by the hair at the nape of her neck as he strode across the room pressing her back with his advances until her back hit the cool wall behind her.

He pressed into her hard letting his weight smother her as he loomed over her. His knee was wedged between her legs and his hand at her waist was pressing into what were already bruises. He yanked her head back to look up at him. "Don't cover yourself like you're modest. I've seen it all and I'll see it whenever I want. You are mine to do with as I please." Her eyes grew wet at his confession. Sasuke wasn't the most poetic of men, but he had claimed her and she was touched.

And then he slapped her. She blinked shocked for a moment as she stared at him bewilderedly and blood ran from her lip. He dipped his head and ran his tongue across the corner of her mouth sucking the bleeding lip between his own.

"Make no mistake Saukra," he said his voice low and harsh, "This isn't love. It is power. I own you. You are mine to do with as I please and so I did. I'll take from you what I want. I don't love you. You're just convenient. You've been offering yourself to me for years, so don't act so surprised. If you wanted to be used that badly how could I refuse?" He released her and turned away.

"I won't be back. I've had what I want from you." She slid down the wall the tears pouring down her eyes as she realized how stupid she had been. Sasuke was a lost cause. He was evil and she knew it. Her eyes glazed over as her mind worked furiously to keep from collapsing in on itself. He had been right. She had offered herself to him. What had she expected? That he would come strolling home to Konoha and marry her? That he would give her the tender love and devotion she had read about in fairly tales? How could she have been so naïve? Those weren't real. Fairy tales didn't exist. Bright green eyes lost their light that day as Sakura lost faith in love.