Ignite
(So, this is actually a redo of a story a wrote AGES ago.)
The family of three sat there in mere silence, eating the food slowly.
"You're growing up now, Sakura." Her mother started, picking up the meat with her shining fork.
Sakura already had her slight guesses on what her mom would bring up. Waiting for her to continue, she took a sip from her cup.
"Have you found a husband yet?" She continued.
Sakura shook her head politely. "No, mom. Nobody is really interests me. I'm only 18 anyways."
Her father joined in, "Honey," He said with a mouth full of food. He gulped it down afterwards. "Every Haruno woman is to get married at usually nineteen or even eighteen of years. Many boys would want you as a spouse! You're a beauty."
Sakura tapped her large forehead and pull a short strand of her light-pink hair. "Perhaps not.." She responded respectfully, resting her hands on her knees.
"We love you, Sakura." Replied Mebuki, "We love you to the point where we don't want to let go of you - but we have to eventually." She got up and took their dirty plates.
Sick of the conversation, their daughter got up with no emotion shown on her gorgeous face. "Thanks for the food.." Sakura muttered disappointingly. She strolled down the halls and headed straight into her room, leaving her silent parents behind.
Everything was silent except the sound of Mebuki washing the dishes. "Kizashi.." She began, trying not to choke up on her words. "I can't bring myself to telling her what I did." She gasped for breath, trying not to burst into tears.
Her husband comforted her. "I'll spill the news later tonight.."
His wife nodded in agreement although a frown was painted among her face. Many questions echoed through her head - mainly about whether or not her daughter would accept what they had done. How would she react? Angrily? Would she even show emotion?
"I'm going to bed early." She stated, gently massaging her temple as she exited the kitchen and went into their bedroom.
Kazuki sighed; clearly exhausted. 'How is this going to work out?'
He arrived at Sakura's door. "Sakura?" knocked Kizashi softly. "Could I come in?"
"Yeah.." a quick and short reply came from inside.
Her father turned the squeaky doorknob, entering the room. He wandered around as he glanced at the family photos that were hanged up on the white wall.
"So.." He began to speak, "We had a chat with one of the main Uchiha families."
Sakura nodded slowly.
"And we arranged something for you and their son." Kizashi said.
"What did you discuss?" She asked curiously.
"A.. marriage between the both of you, sweetheart." He replied, his teeth clattering due to his nervousness. He thought that maybe adding 'sweetheart' would make it sound a bit better, but now- he didn't really know if that was working.
Sakura's eyes widened as a bright flame started to furiously burn inside her.
"Wh-what?" She muttered softly, trying to keep her emotions in check.
"We thought you needed help with finding love, so-"
She quickly intercepted his reason, "I needed help? When exactly did I ask for it! Is this you sugarcoating an insult? 'Cause apparently, in your world people NEED to have love?"
"No!" He defended. "This boy couldn't find love either!"
"We aren't trying to find love, father!" Sakura shot back. "We don't want it!"
"Why? We can't keep you forever!" He cried.
Sakura cringed in response. She opened her closet, snatched away a short dress that barely fit her and a plain pair of sneakers before exiting her room, leaving a shocked Kizashi behind. She hurried into the bathroom, quickly got changed and headed out.
"I'm going." She said unenthusiastically. She shut the door behind her roughly, strolling out into the cold, night air.
Calling Ino was no option here. She'd refuse to take me to where she was going - in fact, she'd probably take her right back home.
Sakura inhaled the fresh breeze as she continued to walk freely with the air blowing against her skin.
'I'm going to the club..' She thought. 'I'll forget about all of this.'
She shook her shoulders that were now freezing. Suddenly, headlights flashed on her. Windows were scrolled down. Random strangers decided to whistle at her.
"You look pretty cold out there, hun." A male voice called.
Sakura glanced at the car driving beside her. She shook her head and ignored them.
"We don't bite. Were 'eading over to the club if you're going there." the blond teenager replied.
Sakura raised an eyebrow as she changed her mind. "Why not, then?"
She welcomed herself into the expensive-looking car and shut the door, finding herself to have to sit between two boys. The car began to drive drown the rocky road.
"The one on your right is Sasuke. I'm Naruto, this is Itachi," He pointed at the person sitting beside him, "And the one on your left is Neji."
Sakura sat there quietly, putting her hands on her knees. She accidentally emerged her whole body onto the guy on her right due to the sharp turn.
"S-sorry, S-sasuke, was it?"
"Hn." He ignored her coldly, pushing her away from him emotionlessly.
"Sorry about that deadbeat." Naruto laughed. "Um, what's your name, exactly?"
"Sakura.." She muttered.
"What was a pretty girl like you doing out there, Sak-ura?" He asked.
"Just taking a casual walk." She lied.
"Oh?" He paused.
Itachi joined in, "In a dress that is super short at 10 in the night?"
"Yes." She snapped, "Any problems?"
Naruto stopped the car on the sideway as it screeched against the rough road's cement.
"We're here," He stated, getting out of the car.
The boys plus Sakura got out. In sync, they all headed into the club's bright entrance - Sakura nearly being suffocated by walking in the middle of Sasuke and Naruto.
Quickly everyone's eyes were focused on the short, pretty, pink-haired girl.
The blond boy, noticing how much attention she was receiving, pulled her closer to his chest by her waist.
"She's mine." He lied, walking around with her in his arms.
Sasuke cringed in disgust as he watched his fake friend dragging the girl forcefully around.
Sakura flicked his forehead. "Get off me," She growled through tightly gritted teeth.
He smiled viciously, refusing to let go and tightening his grip around her hips. He banged her on the wall, staring hungrily at how much skin Sakura was showing.
She closed her eyes in full embarrassment as more and more people came over to check out her revealing body. Naruto took control of her, putting his knee in between her shaking legs. He was practically begging for her to moan.
Sakura refused, looking away in pure shame.
"Stop, please." She pleaded through heavy gasps.
Sasuke clenched his fists.
"That's her, isn't it?" Itachi asked curiously.
"Yeah." He muttered smoothly, trying to hide his anger.
"I didn't expect her to be a slut. Her parents said she was a well-behaved girl."
Sasuke glared at him. "I don't know if she's a slut, though."
Itachi laughed at his seriousness. "Go get her, then."
Sakura moved her head side-to-side, dodging his pathetic and desperate attempts of kissing her.
"Stop!" She cried.
Quickly, Naruto let go of her.
An angered yet calm voice growled at him, "She isn't your's." He shoved him away, pulling Sakura by her wrists. She swung into his arms and laid there without a complaint. He could feel her body trembling in utter fear.
Recognising the voice, she stared up into his onyx, black pupils.
"Sa-su-ke?" His name rolled of her shaking lips.
He shoved Naruto away once again, causing the blond boy to stumble to the hard ground. Sasuke tightened his grip on Sakura and threw her into his cozy arms.
"She's mine." He corrected, quickly kissing her forehead.
She looked at him in surprise as they both walked out of the club.
"I'm taking you home." He spoke to her sternly.
"Who are you?" She questioned curiously.
"Some guy who got caught up into an arranged marriage with you." He chuckled.
"You're him!" She nearly rolled out of his arms as they strolled down the road.
"Hn." He groaned while the rain began to fall. Sasuke managed to take off his jacket, laying it over Sakura's shivering body.
"Why did you have to wear something so short?" He complained.
Sakura grinned, her teeth clattering. "I-I wanted to b-be fre-e."
"Oh god." He teased mockingly.
"Thank for.. you know.. saving me from that weird creep." She stumbled on her words.
He looked at her softly. "Hn." A small smirk creeped onto his face, but it was big enough for her to notice.
Suddenly, a loud beep came from behind as headlights flashed on them. A black car approached them.
"Sasuke.. and is that.. SAKURA!" Cried a motherly voice.
Sasuke looked back at the car in surprise and ran into it, slamming the door behind him.
"What were you two doing out in the cold? And is Sakura okay?" Sasuke's mother asked.
"Yeah, she's just shocked by what's happened tonight. I was going to take her home, mom."
Sakura went red, embarrassed by what she was currently wearing. She wrapped his expensive jacket around her body cuddling closer to his arm.
Sasuke continued to shake the water out of his hair.
"Can she sleep in your room?" Asked Mikoto, "I don't want to leave her in the lounge."
Unsure, he still replied. "Hn." Sakura fell onto his lap due to exhaustion.
"She's just as cute as they said!" Mikoto squealed, looking at her through her window. "Are you still upset?"
He shrugged carelessly, avoiding her question "Who knows?"
Slowly his eyes closed with his hands still resting upon Sakura's wet, pink hair.
Mikoto giggled at the two. Maybe this was going to work out?