A/N: Okay, so, I haven't been on FFN for a while now I realize, a couple of months or so. And I feel like shit for leaving all of you hanging on my other stories. If you're still a dedicated fan of mine, don't be surprised if I disappoint you now and time again later on in the future. I'll try to keep writing on my other workings, but I doubt I'll have time. I apologize to the lot of you and hope you all forgive me for my lack of dedication.

On the bright side, I've made a new story this time around. It's not much, but it's something I've had since a couple of weeks ago; I thought this was a great story idea and I decided to post it up here. I hope you all like it. It's dark-themed, as subjected to the title, so don't flame me later on about this, please.

Anyway, thank you for taking the time to read this bit of information. I trust you all to have faith in me and wish me back into loving my stories. Ideas are welcomed greatly. Thank you.

Summary

I couldn't forgive myself for what I'd done. I messed with someone's life, someone's purity, and I felt like scum. [Rape. NaruSasu in later chapters.]

Silent Bridges

Lightning flashed. Thunder roared. Rain fell into sad drops of despair onto the top of my head, flattening my hair against my brow, and cascading down the sides of my cheeks and onto the small naked, shaking figure on the ground. My heart crashed against my ribs. My hands clenched into fists at the sight of the battered boy before me.

I couldn't believe that I was the sole cause of this. I was responsible for this unforgivable deed. I did the worst inhumane thing possible that one person could ever do to another person. This boy of age sixteen was perfect evidence of what kind of person I clearly was beneath the surface of my true self. And all because I wanted to be accepted by the people I so clearly ached attention from. But I found out too late that they were monsters; they made me. They forced me to steal the innocence away from him, from a complete stranger. It was the only way, they said. If I truly wanted to be in their group, I had to do it; I couldn't find myself to say no. Pressure and guilt caged my ability to deny to what they wanted me to do to someone I hardly knew. Someone we went to school with. A minor. A boy.

I was blinded by the idea of being accepted by a group of people I thought were the perfect people I could one day hope to call my friends. They seemed so cool and beautiful from afar. They had their beauty, their flawless skin, and their shining personalities. But it turned out they were the worst of the worst.

My assumption was unreal, veiled by the qualities I thought I was seeing from them, qualities I had only hoped for. I was the one at fault for any influence these people I'd hoped to call my 'friends' had over me. I was disgusted with myself. And I was horrified at what I was subjected to perform to a sole person. My human nature was destroyed; I was a monster, just like the strangers around me.

At my feet, the boy lay, curled into the fetal position, whimpering, crying, drowning in his tears and pain of the unwanted destruction of his purity and virtue. My heart crumbled at the sight in horror and hopelessness. I wanted to help him. I wanted to tell him I didn't mean to hurt him. 'I didn't do it of my own accord,' I wanted to say.

Rain still fell over us. Harder and harder. Thunder and lightning clashed in a horrific battle in the distance. The cold wetness blanketed him, I noticed. He welcomed the wetness calmly. He didn't care.

His clothes were abandoned somewhere on the ground, but he didn't reach for them. I wanted to, but instead didn't. I wanted to cover his shame that he so anxiously wanted to hide.

In the struggle, the calm before the storm, he covered himself constantly, red-faced with tears gushing down his cheeks, spluttering out words and sounds of protest and unreciprocated sounds of pleasure he didn't wish to relinquish. He bled. Internally and externally. Blood intermingled with the water sent down from the heavens and traveled carelessly in a journey towards the crevices and cracks of the world, the place where his life had fallen apart.

"…Your belt's still unbuckled, Uzumaki." Kiba stated coolly. I didn't care. I looked at him, loathing the whole point of his existence. But he wasn't looking at me. He stared down at the boy, almost as if significantly ecstatic about his anguish. He looked at me. And smirked. "You're in, by the way."

The second those words slipped from his lips, my lip threatened to curl up in disgust. Bile built up in my throat. I'd never think that rape would be part of initiation in being taking into like family by this atrocious group. I couldn't find words to say to him. I didn't smile. I stared at him in silent judgment and turned away from him, pushed my way through my new 'friends' and from the broken boy lying in the rain. They called out after me. I kept walking.

I had to get away. Being around the boy was hell. I couldn't look anywhere else without thinking about what I'd done to him first. I'd sinned and I had to find somewhere to relieve me of my mistake, even if such a thing wasn't possible. I just needed to tell someone. Anyone. I couldn't stand the idea of having to live with this secret. I began to ran, the rain slapping my face, as if telling me I deserved it, as if the man above knew what I'd done. He'd smite me if he could, the drops of rain whispered to me. I welcomed it, and thrived in the shrill pain of the wet.

A/N: I realize this is short, but it's only just the prologue. The rest will come in a longer chapter. If you could, I'd appreciate if you'd review.

~With much love, KK247.