Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. Itachi would still be alive if I did.


Moaning.

Groaning.

Creaking.

Cries.

Pleads.

Tears.

Blood.

Grins.

Broken.

Stolen.


Darkness was the only embrace she received for two whole months, for the room she was held in bore no windows. A lamp sat upon a small dresser next to her cot. She never turned it on, it would only remind her of how trapped she was.

Sakura Haruno, eighteen years old, only about 5'5, green eyed pinkette (caused by a simple gene mutation), and aspiring doctor. Dreams used to be within her grasp, but reality smacked her right across the face. Fate could be a very cruel thing.

Laying on her side, legs pulled up to her chest, she pulled the thin sheets over her beaten body. She simply couldn't understand it, she was always a good girl. Doing all of her homework, never getting into fights with her schoolmates, no drugs, nothing. She was the definition of responsible.

During the time where she was left alone she went through every possible reason to figure out why this happened. Many reasons floated throughout her bruised mind, ideas slowly surfacing as she sat in the dark, barren room each night.

Karma was out.

No petty problem she ever caused could create such a cruel punishment such as the one she was currently trapped in.

A set up was also out of the pickings.

Nobody she knew was sick enough to pay someone to do this to her. It was just unfathomable.

God wasn't an option either. She knew that no holy spirit would purposely send her spiraling into a fate so cruel. It just wasn't the type of thing a god would do, right? Gods were out there to be worshiped and prayed too. They only cursed the ones who have done wrong... right?

Right.

She was confident in that. That is why she prays to every holy being she has ever known, asking for safety, help, and peace. Heck, she even prays for the family she was separated from. Tsunade... No, she wouldn't think about her. When she thinks of her adoptive mother the waterworks turn on. And healways seems to sense when she cries. He storms in, staring at her with those blank, dark eyes. Depending on his mood he would either hit her, walk away, or even come over and wipe her tears away, which only made her want to cry more.

She definitely didn't want to seem him any time soon. Never again would be perfectly fine too.

Why? Why did this happen to herout of everyone at the mall. There were prettier girls out there, ones with breasts that easily beat hers into the ground. Girls with thicker, curly hair, and eyes not quite as large as her own.

Why did he feel the need to take her instead of anyone else? Probably the pink hair. It made her stick out like an albino peacock among a sea of colorful birds. She was different, probably exciting to an insane maniac who was looking for new prey to poach. Every hunter would want the rare necessity of exotically colored game pending as their own, a trophy of some sort.

Cursed with the rare, yet beautiful coloring of a pink mane, minty eyes, and milk white skin, she just happened to be that game.

Sasuke Uchiha's trophy.


Thanks for checking out Trophy. This story will definitely progress to become EXTREMELY dark and graphic. Please keep that in mind. Though there isn't anything bad in the Prologue, so please, enjoy! :D I hope to make this story at least 10+ chapters, but that all depends on the amount of Reviews I receive, so gimme some feedback! SHMAAANKS C:

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