Gift

By Silent Yuli

A/N: This is my first fic. This prologue is just a teaser; hopefully you guys will bet interested. Please review!

Summary[AU [Rape [Love Triangle Was he a vision, or just a desperate wish? Either way, these hallucinations were her connection to something, something strong and powerful

Prologue

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It was all wrong. Sakura's stomach clenched and the dark room spun as she felt the hem of her nightgown be tentatively pushed up by inexperienced hands. Her fingers clutched the sheets at her sides, her palms sweaty and wetting the light cotton where she gripped it like it was a lifeline.

"Is this okay?"

"...Yeah."

She had never imagined it would be like this. When she pictured the moment when she and Neji finally found the courage to consummate their marriage, she pictured roses, a golden glow bathing everything, and tender smiles and sighs. Not sweaty palms and quivering, inept bodies in their shadowed, painfully silent bedroom.

"Am I hurting you?"

She bit her lip as tears of pain sprang to her eyes. "No."

Even though it technically was expected of a married couple, what was happening seemed, in Sakura's mind, totally unprecedented. Earlier he'd returned from a mission, caked in dirt and blood and exhausted, which was to be expected of one of Konoha's top ninja, and was what Sakura had become accustomed to.

Neji was never unkind, merely unfamiliar. In their three years of marriage she had never had anything to honestly complain about: he always made sure she was eating well and bought her gifts constantly, most likely to make up for what this marriage they'd been forced into clearly lacked.

Tonight, after changing and showering they'd eaten dinner in the dining room, across from each other at the long, shiny lacquered table. There was little conversation. Neji seemed troubled; he was clumsy which was extremely unlike him and wolfed down his food. But Sakura had thought little of it; she'd been too busy going over the dreams and visions she'd been having to pay much attention to her husband's behavior. After finishing dinner, Sakura had retired to the bedroom early.

She'd felt his clammy hand touch her side nervously. In another situation, it would have been funny: a man who battled S-class criminals mercilessly by the day was too scared to touch his own wife after five years of marriage by night. Still half-asleep she'd merely murmured his name, but her eyes snapped open and she was yanked from her dream world as she felt herself being forced slowly onto her back. As a dark shadow hovered over her anxiously, her keen mind put together what was happening and she didn't resist him; it had to happen eventually, right?

For awhile she stared at the ceiling, but of course, as always, the one she'd been dreaming about for two weeks captured her synapses again and roughly pulled her away from her memories. It was another vision, this time he was sleeping, his beautiful face twisted as he writhed and sweat, crying out what Sakura intrinsically knew were his parents' names. His nightmare dragged her away from the bed with Neji and she gasped as her sight was clouded by bodies, bloodied and lying dead all around.

She clawed at the sheets as an unbearable pain seized her heart, worse than the pain her husband was inflicting on her body. She didn't know these people and yet she knew they were important, somehow, and she cried out when she saw a young man with a katana standing over a corpse, his long, thick black hair shrouding his face. Momentarily she was brought back to reality when Neji's lips crushed hers, painfully, but the vision stole her away again, and she saw the beautiful man, the one whose mind she'd been caught in so often the past two weeks. She felt as though she were trying to tread water in turbulent water, her mind bobbed from the bed with her husband which felt like being trapped underwater, to the stunning and confusing clarity of surfacing and seeing this man she technically did not know. Her body burned with empathetic pain and as her vocal chords contracted to cry out again, a name she didn't know she'd known formed on her lips and she spoke it:

"Sasuke!"

Suddenly, the motion stopped and she was ripped from this man Sasuke and his frenzied state, and she realized Neji had long ago entered her and the pain in between her legs was refreshed. She gasped again when she saw Neji's livid face.

"How the fuck do you know Sasuke?"

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