Summary: A desperate Sakura attempts to hinder Sasuke Uchiha's intentions of escaping the village. What will happen when he takes her as a hostage? Warning: A/U (I guess?) and underage sex. I know, shoot me :3 Run along if you can't bare it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto!Not profiting from the work of this fan fiction.

Note: This was originally intended to be a one shot, but because it turned into over 11,000 words (I get carried away) I obviously couldn't fit it into just one chapter, so there will be approximately three, and no more.

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A/N: Greetings! This is my second oneshot, and I've vamped it up a bit. The lemon that was before wasn't exactly as romantic as I wanted it to be, so that's mostly all that's changed…Now, I'm usually not a SasuSaku fan, but the little what if had been going on in my mind at the time that I wrote this. Just what if Sasuke decided to take Sakura with her, for whatever reason, on that night that he left Konoha?

Well…you're about to find out a possibility…

Enjoy~

Taint Me

"Sasuke…"

"I'll tell you…when you're useless…"

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From what he could recall, the large number of mishaps the raven-haired nin had endured in his life had ranged from manageable, to devastating. And the results of those various inconveniences had ultimately altered the Uchiha's demeanor; quite permanently, in fact…

Yes, Sasuke had finally summoned the years of his accumulated animosity, and decided to turn his back on the Village Hidden in the Leaves. Without a single second thought or hesitation, he took that fateful stroll under the stars, forever abandoning the oblivious sleeping village.

Oh, amiable Konoha.

Farewell.

Just a few more steps, and Sasuke would be home free. He could already see the small column where the two unsuspecting guard ninja would be more than naïve, should they allow him to go beyond the gates of the village, unassisted. It would be no matter though, if they did not comply. Certainly, the raven would be mistaken for being the foolish one, conceding that he could escape their range of vision without confrontation.

Just a few more steps now the Uchiha's feet treaded lighter on the one-way path. With a plan to subdue the conversationally engaged Izumo and Kotetsu, the boy quickened his pace.

Another presence was behind him now. Had he been discovered?

"Sasuke!"

A fire burned at the Uchiha's core, dropping down to his stomach to explode like a giant firework. Clenching his jaw, he slowly turned to look at the pinkette that had happened upon him. In the blackness of the night, her beryl-colored eyes were dim with underlying, viridian green tones.

The last thing that Sasuke wanted to deal with was the clingy, pretentious kunoichi called Sakura. If anything were to be left behind in this deplorable excuse for a village, it would be this girl, and her requited, fantastical little crush. Gods, she was annoying! Here, he thought he might make a clean escape, until the only female of team seven had appeared before him. The look in her eyes told him that she intended to put an immediate stop to his well-sorted plan. Sasuke slid his hands into his pockets, and wheeled his body around completely to face the girl.

"Go home," he told her, coating his words over gently, as to coax her into obeying him. This was the approach you had to take with Sakura. Just a few candied words and she'd melt in your hands to something useless and flexible. Sasuke held no use for a person like this. He'd done everything he could to get this through the skull of the kunoichi, but to no avail.

She was just that brain dead.

"But, Sasuke!" her mouth opened, poisonous words of desperation cascading out. Just the hushed tone of her voice was irritating to Sasuke's ears. His eyes narrowed, and a frown pulled down at the corners of his lips. Quickly, the Uchiha grabbed the flower roughly by the arm, and promptly jerked her alongside the wall behind him. The girl let out an uncontrolled cry, but Sasuke was quick to smother a hand over her mouth.

Considering the unforeseen disadvantage he was now at, Sasuke had to wonder exactly what he would do with the very mouthy kunoichi that had discovered his attempted escape. Most likely, she would hold him back, or even try to follow him.

Yeah, that's probably dead-on…

"Listen to me," the raven demanded in a rough whisper, close to her ear. "I'm ditching this village. If you try to stop me, it will be useless. Scream and I will kill you."

The sound of a corresponding muffled scream reverberated into the boy's hand, and he pressed his thumb and index fingers into the contours of her cheeks. "I said, don't scream," he repeated.

"Fine," Sakura relented, the word slightly garbled due to his hold. The Uchiha then released the girl's body, and she turned to him with a pleading gaze. Sasuke stared on into the twin trembling emeralds, unfazed by the intensity of the desire behind them. No matter what she said or did, there was no way he wasn't leaving tonight. There was also no way she was going with him.

None at all…

"Sasuke," the pinkette began to whine. Sasuke glared until she lowered her voice, and then sighed in audibly as she went onto re-confess her undying love to him. He wasn't touched in the slightest by the declaration, but she was beyond any reason, going to continue it anyway. The raven crossed his arms, fighting the urge of an eye-roll as he leaned against the wall to listen to her empty promises; her meaningless reminiscing. No matter what she said to him, everything was vain on her part. She was wasting her time now.

Or so he had thought.

"Freeze! Don't move!" shouted a mega-phoned voice from above. Seeing that a group of armed elite ninja had suddenly surrounded the pair, Sasuke did the only thing he could think of to keep them at bay. Reaching into his pocket, he quickly brought a knife to the kunoichi's throat.

"Stay back or I will kill her," he threatened. The pinkette half-heartedly struggled against the boy's grip. Just as he he'd hoped, the ninja surrounding them distanced themselves considerably.

"Lower your weapons! The boy has a hostage!"

"Fuck yeah, I do," Sasuke smirked. Slowly, with Sakura held tightly in one arm, he backed up towards the village gates, all the while keeping his eyes on all sides. The worst thing to happen would be an attack from his blind side. He would immediately be beaten down, and lose what was now his only means of escape; his hostage.

The two had nearly reached the borderline of the village gates, when a series of kunai and other projectiles of the sort suddenly flew out in front of them. The Uchiha, anticipating such an attack, quickly turned the girl around to blockade it.

"Fools!" shouted the seemingly bodiless voice. "Don't attack, there is a hostage!"

Before the weapons could reach their destination, their true identities were suddenly revealed. In a brief puff of smoke the spear-headed knives transformed into several sharp needles. Sakura uttered a bewildered scream, as one of the syringes stabbed into her arm. Within a matter of seconds, the kunoichi's eyes became downcast, and she succumbed to sleep in the Uchiha's arms.

Well, fuck.

By this point, he probably didn't need a hostage; especially one that was completely unconscious. Still, he had no idea what kind of assault waited for him just beyond the village's border.

Sasuke decided he would have to take her.

"Don't follow me," said the missing nin to-be. "I'm leaving now. If you try to follow, I will definitely kill this girl,"

The assemblage of rather apprehensive ninja did not dare to move, as the Uchiha then crossed over the boundaries of the village. He kept his eyes on them; every garnet glance keen, and taunting. Sasuke would have his way tonight. Shortly after ditching the girl in his arms, he would officially abandon Konoha.

Forever.

Without further warning, the Uchiha then seized the moment to turn tail. With an unconscious Sakura slung over one shoulder, his previously decided pace was going to be halved. Fortunately, the ninja of the Leaf had not been so foolish as to follow him. He could take his time and get to his destination; to a particularly sinister, serpentine missing nin. The man who had claimed the Uchiha's body with a curse, and almost too generously extended a helping hand in Sasuke's quest for revenge.

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The pair had traveled for quite a while, though there was no way to be precise about the time. Sasuke could only go by the colors changing in the sky. By the way the soft violet light had begun to edge its way up behind the trees, it appeared to be somewhere around dawn.

Even now, Sasuke was still uncertain of whether he should dispose of his sleeping hostage. Once again, he reminded himself that she was, otherwise, of no used to him. Deciding to take a short break, the official missing nin leapt from a large branch to land safely on the ground. The unsteady landing caused the raven to wobble slightly, as the pinkette was merely slung over his shoulder with no other means of adhering to him.

Gently, Sasuke placed the girl down onto the grass. She remained undisturbed in her slumber, heart-shaped face catching the thin rays of the morning sun. He thought it would be best to leave her here. Would there be non-Leaf ninja already aware of the abandonment of his village? If so, there was a fair chance that he'd become ambushed at some point in the continuation of his travels.

Much to his displeasure, Sasuke then realized he'd have to hold onto his captive for…a little while longer.

"Sasuke…" the pinkette in the grass suddenly gave a soft moan. Crossing his arms over himself, the raven-haired male watched as the girl slowly came to. Fluttering lids opened slowly over round, emerald spheres that absorbed the intense light of the sun. Her fair skin glowed like luminous porcelain, pink lips parting to give a soft yawn before reforming the same word she had said in her wake.

"Sasuke…"

"What?" the Uchiha's tone sounded impatient. He couldn't stand there and wait for little miss sunshine to awaken as slowly and dramatically as she was. Even if every force of nature was doing its best to enhance just how beautiful she looked upon her waking state…

What the hell am I saying?

"Come on," Sasuke grumbled. He reached out and grabbed the delicate Sakura by the wrist. Her body was too slow to react though, and Sasuke was forced to pull her entire weight. Raising one hand to rub at her eye, Sakura settled her sights on the boy, and then her surroundings.

"Where are we…?" she asked.

"It's none of your business," was the Uchiha's curt reply.

"Hey! This isn't Konoha! Are you…did you kidnap me?" her voice held only half the amount of anger that any sane, abruptly kidnapped person's would withhold. What a foolish girl the Uchiha thought. Even at a time like this, she's barely considering the danger of her own life…

"As if I wanted to," Sasuke replied dryly. "You won't be with me for very long. Once we reach the next village, I'm dumping you. You can go wherever you want,"

"But Sasuke—"

"Just don't talk," the raven hissed. He was in no mood to hear her protests now. This was supposed to be his clean escape. The path to his new life; a future that promised him a charitable amount of power and a feat of revenge.

Garnet, crescent-adorned eyes began to gleam, and Sakura held her hands up to her face in a manner that seemed almost timid.

"W-where are you going?" she asked, emerald spheres beginning to tremble. "You can't really mean that you're abandoning the village—"

"And why not?" his voice clipped her off savagely, and he turned his menacing glare onto her. The pinkette quaked before the magnitude of their wrath, and shrunk before him considerably. "You know nothing about me…" Sasuke continued in a low growl. "You're always running your stupid, damn mouth as if you do—"

"I do!" Sakura insisted, momentarily finding her voice. Lucky for her, the Uchiha had chosen to ignore her this time, only speaking to announce their departure.

"We're going now,"

"No!"

Defiance? Her bravery surprised the boy. "If you leave my side, I will kill you and leave your corpse to rot in the very place where you stand," Sasuke wheeled around to glare into her eyes. Sakura's body tensed up, disbelieving in the words that her life-long crush had just threatened her with.

The emeralds of her eyes seemed to dim considerably, as she realized that the things he'd said were very much plausible. The murderous look in his eyes, and the way he hovered over her while his shadow nearly seemed as though it meant to consume her own…The boy was dangerous. But just how dangerous…?

"We're leaving," Sasuke said, reinforcing his previous statement, and this time snatching the kunoichi by the arm. Swiftly, he threw her over his back and her first impulse was to wrap her arms around him. Ignoring the fact that she now clung onto him, Sasuke leapt from the grass and resumed his prior dashing through the forest.

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Much to his relief, Sakura had mostly refrained from talking through the rest of their travels. She was smart not to disrupt the usually cantankerous Uchiha, or as he'd warned, escape him during the nights where they'd stop for sleep. According to Sasuke, their destination (or his, rather) was no more than about eight days from their current location. Maybe half as much, if he discarded his annoying companion and went on by himself. I'll just ditch this girl, and then hurry to the Sound Village to meet up with Kabuto he decided, though a little reluctant with the thought of having to deal with contemptuous bastard that was the snake Sannin's right hand man.

His thoughts ambled on with disdain at the idea of having to travel a short while with the silver-haired medic, until he forced them to the result the effort would bring about; a smirk came to his face that was not lost on his flower captive's notice.

On the first night of the few, Sasuke decided that he was tired of sleeping on the ground. Wasting no time in grabbing onto Sakura, the raven-haired missing nin dragged the girl into the depths of the trees.

"Sasuke! Where are we going now?" she exclaimed. He said nothing, simply tugging harder on the pinkette's slender wrist, signaling for her silence. Obediently, Sakura remained silent the rest of the way, only making small motions such as combing dead leaves from her strands of coral hair. After a bit of rifling through the darkening forest, the Uchiha finally came to a halt in the clearing. Just a half a yard away, it stood waiting, surrounded by the leafiest of trees.

Sakura stared at it unblinkingly. The great stone walls. The small squared windows. The step-stone path and the rounded wooden door. The cottage before them seemed like something straight out of a sweet dream. The pinkette couldn't help but to marvel at it in awe. A smile crept to her face, and tears stung her eyes.

This had to be a dream.

"S-Sasuke—" the overwhelmed kunoichi began, before Sasuke shot her a warning glare. Quickly, she closed her mouth, allowing him to take up her wrist again and drag her up the stony path. As they reached the front door, Sakura allowed her eyes to settle on the rest of her surroundings. Trees seemed to scatter about the expanse of the clearing, as if surrounding it in a wide circle, with a few wild flowers sprinkling in a makeshift garden. The kunoichi concluded that the strange arrangement of forestry was probably meant for the sake of concealment.

The safe-haven would go on with unnoticed by the untrained eye, so long as they didn't suspect anything more to be there among the scattered trees. Perhaps, there were even genjutsus about the area; her current state wariness left her too unable to tell.

Sakura briskly turned her attention back to her run-away love, to see that he'd succeeded in unlocking the small wooden door. After taking a step inside, he pulled the girl in quickly behind him. His grip on her wrist had been tightened there for so long, that she could hardly feel the place on the finger-imprinted skin. Soon after the two were inside the house, Sasuke closed the wooden door, locking it promptly. Finally, he'd released her hand, and shook his own away as if he'd been touching something diseased.

"We'll be staying here for the next for days. I've decided that I will leave you here on the morning of the fourth. That amount of time should give the Leaf ninja that are trailing us a chance to catch up. I will be gone, and you will be free to return to that pathetic village".

The slight quiver in the pinkette's arched, thin brows caused the rest of her composed countenance to falter the rest of the way.

"You seriously can't be doing this," she whispered. The Uchiha sighed, and sauntered over to the sofa in the far left corner of the room and settled onto it.

"You still don't get it, do you?" he said with a turn of his dark, spike-ridden head. "Never mind that. Not that I expected you to."

With the expanse of distance between them, the liberated kunoichi allowed her eyes to steal a glance at the door behind her. Before she could even think of do the unthinkable, Sasuke was standing before her, eyeing her with intimidating expectancy.

"What do you think you are doing, Sakura?" the dark-eyed male asked with a cross of his arms. Unable to look the boy in the face, the girl shifted her eyes, and her parted lips began to tremble. Feeling the faint, familiar soreness as fingers wrapped around her wrist, Sakura let out a low cry. The Uchiha dragged her across the room then, and threw her to the floor.

Once again, he settled himself in his previous place of rest. His eyes stayed on her from that moment on. Those bottomless twin abysses that glowered with a black, hateful fire. The kunoichi could see nothing past that, as much as she'd hoped to chance upon some light.

These eyes, though, they were nothing more than the exact epitome of two black holes. Everything they saw, everything they settled upon, was immediately swallowed into the hungry dark orbs. Consuming every glimmer of kindness, or every smile they ever beheld, those things could never sojourn upon their surfaces long enough to display a reflection.

Coming to terms that she could not persuade the dark shinobi before her, Sakura sat up and drew her knees to her chest. There on the floor, she began to cry.

Unfazed by the pathetic display before him, the Uchiha turned his head and began to study his new surroundings. The cottage did not belong to any one person in particular, but instead it was a place that had been offered by Orochimaru. A small shudder quaked through Sasuke's body, recollecting the memory of their first encounter.

Alabaster skin and serpentine eyes; a tongue that elongated to an inhuman length. As far as Sasuke was concerned, the man might not even be human at all. His body, just as well as his tongue, had the disturbing ability to stretch to all sorts of lengths. Those teeth and that tongue were the most unsettling features of them all…just thinking about the way they had so lavishly lingered on the vulnerable flesh of his neck to inflict a curse made the shaken Uchiha want to vomit.

Sasuke's discomforting memories abruptly dissipated, just as Sakura's crying had heightened to a series of wails. Finding this to be the most bothersome sound the kunoichi had yet to make, he reached down and grabbed a handful of her rosy pink hair.

"Shut up!" he bellowed, pulling the girl toward him. Immediately, she succumbed to silence under the thunderous tone of his voice. Sasuke held the pinkette a moment longer than he wanted to, testing the stability of her emotions, before releasing the tuft of candied locks in his hand. Without a word, she fell to the wooden floor in a series of thumps where she would lay there, unspoken for the rest of the night.

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At some point in time, Sasuke Uchiha had temporarily abandoned the cottage, to where the despairing kunoichi didn't know. It was morning when she'd awoken. The warm rays of the sun traveled through the square glass of the windows, soaking the vitamin D into her fair skin. Recovering the events of the previous night, she decided she would not move an inch from where she was. Where was Sasuke? What was the time? A doubtful thought of four days having gone by this quickly came and went. There on the empty sofa, was a pile of the Uchiha's things; weapons and other necessities of the sort.

No, whether it was to her relief or dismay, the fiery raven-haired male had only left for what appeared to be a short time. Soon he would return, and she would have to face him again. Seeing as he was now gone for the time, the pinkette decided to take this opportunity to have a look around her new inhabitance. The stone walls of the cottage left the interior feeling a bit chilly. Having noticed this for the first time, Sakura gave a small shiver.

Besides the sofa in the corner, other pieces of furniture lay aligned around the almost bare expanse of the house. To the opposite side, near the wall adjacent to the door stood fair-sized table and three matching wooden chairs. A fourth chair had been pulled away from the arrangement, shoved into the corner near the door. Sakura wondered about that, but dismissed it without further inquiry.

Not far from the makeshift dining room, was what appeared to be a small kitchen. A stove was positioned between two granite countertops, and opposite that, stood what appeared to be a sink. Unfortunately, there were not any appliances that resembled a refrigerator. That was fine though, Sakura decided. It wasn't like they needed the luxury of cold things anyway; this place was freezing enough.

Straying away from the decent little kitchen, Sakura moved on to the next unexplored part of the cottage. Beyond a doorless frame, was a darkness which seemed to lead in to a wide crevice. Hesitant at first, she decided to see what lay ahead. The kunoichi took her first steps into the darkness, immediately becoming enveloped into the crepuscule.

Beyond the murkiness, Sakura could barely make out a lengthy hallway. On opposing sides of the narrowing gap, there appeared to be more doorless frames, baring the same vacant gloom. Without a concept of time, and any clue as to when the Uchiha would make his return, the kunoichi decided to abandon the strange little area. Venturing further warned to be too much of a risk. For this reason, Sakura neglected to view the unseen remainder of the house, and return to her place where she had been sitting on the floor.

Moments later, Sasuke had made his return. In his arms, he carried what appeared to be several containers of fruit and a large container of water. Giving her a slight glance, Sasuke walked over to the counter in the kitchen and set his findings there.

"What's all this?" Sakura asked, peering into the closed containers.

"Food," the Uchiha replied stiffly. "And water. Are you hungry?"

Was she hungry? Sakura had to press a hand to her stomach, where in response it gave a faint gurgle. "I am," she concluded. The boy moved to a cabinet above the stove and took from it a couple bowls and two glasses.

"Here," he said, holding an item of both dish wares out to her. Sakura accepted them gingerly and watched as he then moved to open the containers, going to work at cutting up the various fruits into a beautiful assortment with a kunai. Meanwhile, Sakura stood back and observed his artistic skill.

Finally finished, Sasuke slid her bowl across the counter. Overwhelmed by the masterful arrangement of fruit, she began to compliment him until she realized he had walked away.

"Hey! Sasuke…this is really pretty," the pinkette called out. With the bowl and a glass of water in each hand, she followed him into the makeshift front room. Sasuke had once again settled himself onto the sofa, and Sakura took her place on the floor.

The hard-hearted Uchiha turned his eyes to a barren fireplace. Had he noticed it before, wood would have been one of the many things he had gathered while he was out on today's scavenge for necessities. With a quiet sigh, he reeled his head back to his former team mate, who only looked half as content with her place on the ground.

"Why are you sitting there?" he mumbled in a rather callous tone. Looking down at her, all disheveled and disengage strangely provoked him to a level of discomfort.

"What do you mean?" Sakura tilted her head. Her slender fingers searched through the plastic bowl for whatever they wanted, and then lifted themselves to her mouth to apply the fruit of her choice. The raven felt his cold expression momentarily falter, as she'd done this ever so daintily. His narrowed brows pulled themselves downward, quickly reshaping that dispassionate expression.

"Get on the couch," he ordered her. The rosette's green hues rose from the bowl to look the Uchiha in the face.

"Why?" she asked. Sasuke found her question completely rhetorical. With a quick extension of his arm, he grabbed the girl, the bowl and her glass all onto the sofa roughly where he sat. The kunoichi set her items beside her to straighten out her clothes and then turned to Sasuke with a look of delayed exasperation.

"What the hell was that?" she wanted to know. The boy now beside her did not answer her question. Picking up the bowl and the glass, Sakura began to slide down from the edge of the couch. Just before her knees could reach the floor, however, she was suddenly jerked onto the cushions again.

"Sasuke-! Tch, what are you-!" the kunoichi's scream abruptly dissolved into silence. Sasuke's eyes glared down on her where she was now sprawled awkwardly across the sofa, legs tangled over his lap.

"Women don't sit on the floor," he told her, as if this would explain his alarmingly brutish behavior. His dark pools smoldered into hers that of forest green, setting Sakura's viridian orbs ablaze. From the undertones of his voice, she could sense something more than just the intention to scold. Deciding not to argue, she instead sat up and placed her bowl in her lap. The two sat in silence, saying nothing else to each other for the remainder of the night.

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Later that night, Sakura lay on the small couch, as she had been told to stay put. The rosy-haired nin, however, found it uneasy to sleep in the dark. Long before the sky had gone completely dark, Sasuke had dismissed himself into the black void that was the unknown hallway. Now she laid there on the couch, trembling from the unforgiving cold. The small red dress that was her usual attire proved to be useless in the stony little fridge of a house.

Sakura drew her knees in to her chest, hoping to provide some warmth to her upper body. It was some time after that, when she'd managed to drift off to sleep. In a dream, she embraced the sudden warmth that surrounded her; comforted her. The cold was immediately chased away like nothing more than a nightmare.

From the depths of the roomy cottage, a pair of garnet eyes simmered their glow. No sooner than they had appeared, were they then one with the darkness.

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TBC

Smiles~