So, to try to compensate for the delay with Let's Play! I've decided to release this morbid story that's been sitting in my computer for a while. I already have three chapters written so I thought "Hey, why not?" It's my first try at a dark fanfic and it's a different style of writing compared to my other fanfic on here. All criticism is welcome and hopefully Let's Play! will be updated soon!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Naruto or Love the Way you Lie in ANY way, shape or form!

Enjoy!

The Negative Half

Chapter 1: Emerald Daggers

"On the first page of our story, the future seemed so bright. Then this thing turned out so evil, I don't know why I'm still surprised. Even angels have their wicked schemes and you take that to new extremes but, you'll always be my hero . . . even though you've lost your mind . . . ." ~ Excerpt from Love the Way You Lie by Holly Hafermann

Karin's P.O.V

"Uzumaki!"

I scowled. Showtime's over so, what the fuck are they calling me for? It pisses me off that they think they can just do whatever whenever.

I turned around with a hard glare and seethed, "What?"

I saw one of the bartenders run up to me with a scared expression, "Haruno-sama wishes to see you immediately."

Haruno. That was a dangerous name to use around here. Haruno ran things, did some things you would never believe. Saying that name was equivalent to saying Satan's.

I nodded my head, "Alright."

I left the oblivious bartender and headed towards the warden's hellhole.

I could see the mahogany door located at the other end of the hall but, I couldn't bring myself to take a step towards it.

Why was I so scared now? I've been in there—countless times—before. It's nothing new to me so . . . why . . . ? It was silly. Me—Uzumaki, Karin—scared, afraid of Haruno . . . since when? That's unheard of. Haruno and I have known each other since grade school. So, why can't I take the first step? Why is it that I can't face my boss? How is it that I'm quivering in my stilettos?

I deeply exhaled a breath that I did not recall holding and took long strides towards that blasted door. When I was in arms distance, an audible moan came from inside Haruno's office.

I growled, "How dare you."

With newfound fortitude, I banged my fist against the door. There was a chuckle on the other side. Haunting . . . .

Then, there was whining and shuffling. Not a few moments later the door was swung open. The smell of sex flooded out and smacked me in the face. A blonde walked past me with a dull expression on her face.

Her once lively, sky blue eyes were now void of any emotion whatsoever. Her long, pale blond hair flowed behind her in a messy, high ponytail as she walked.

I know that girl. That girl was Yamanaka, Ino.

Once you got involved with Haruno, that's what you became: a lifeless marionette.

I suddenly felt a hot breath fan across my cheek. Something warm and wet—a tongue—glided along the shell of my ear. I stood there, frozen.

"You just gonna stand there or come and entertain me?" I wanted to melt at the sound of Haruno's husky whisper. Pink hair tickled my neck as those lips trailed openmouthed kisses on my collarbone.

The door was somehow shut as I was pulled into the office. I will never know how I ended up splayed across the couch with this beautiful creature hovering over me or how I was now only in my undergarments. It was a blur of pure ecstasy. The pleasurable touches were too swift and explosive for me to handle.

I heard intense, loud moans. They were mine, probably. Haruno loved to tease.

I looked up and through all of the haze I saw two dark, emerald daggers piercing my heart. After having caught sight of them . . . I couldn't let them go. Those daggers tore through all of my barriers, shut down my brain, claimed my soul . . . .

Though for some odd reason, images of an innocent, pink-haired first grader inundated my mind. Guilt washed over me. How could I do this? How could I give in when she was in desperate need of my help?

"S-Sakur—"

"Shut up," the demon hissed, "don't say that name!"

I usually would obey but, she needed me to resist. I couldn't let myself submit to this, this monster.

I raised myself to a sitting position. I allowed my fingers to softly comb through those pink tresses. "That's enough," I said firmly, "no more."

Pale fingers traced the contour of my lips. "What? No more, you say?" a curious, innocent voice asked in a daze. It was completely different from the tone used before.

"Yes," I confirmed, "it's over."

Those hands cupped my face, gently. I watched as those emerald daggers tore through the innocent guise. The façade was now shredded to pieces and the grip on my face hardened, the monster had returned.

"Don't do this to yourself!" I grit out painfully, "Sakur—"

I was violently thrown off of the couch. A searing pain shot through me as I collided with the cold, marble floor.

The monster chuckled, "Sakura this, Sakura that! Why can't you just except that things from the past won't return? Sakura will never be the same; I will never be the same!"

"That's not true!" I cried out. I felt something wet drip down my cheek. It didn't take a genius to figure out that I was crying now.

That monster rose from the couch and dread came over me as Haruno's body was placed over mine, hovering over me with a malicious smirk. A wave of cool air hit me as my underwear was torn off from my body.

I gasped as Haruno's tongue traced my perked nipple before devouring it. I whimpered as those skillful fingers pressed at my opening. The unoccupied hand lavished my right breast, squeezing and plucking the bud from time to time. A moan erupted within me as those digits plunged into me.

Haruno's finger ruthlessly thrust and a chorus of loud moans and whimpers by me followed. The lust monster released my right nipple with a pop and kissed me harshly before removing those digits from me.

I whined in protest before another surge of pleasure vented through me as Haruno's tongue came in contact with my opening. I moaned loudly.

Where had my dignity gone? How did Haruno have the ability to degrade me like this?

The pit of my stomach seemed to explode as I found my release. I whimpered as Haruno finished lapping up my juices. I felt repulsive, downright revolting.

The monster's head rose, those emerald daggers piercing through me once again. Haruno's mouth began nipping and sucking at my neck. I just let it happen. It seems no matter how hard I try to resist, I always ended up in this state; completely ravished and a little more broken inside.

"St-Stop," I whispered hoarsely. There was no threat behind it. I didn't have the energy to muster enough strength to—

The devilish chuckle resounded throughout the office.

"You're such a bore now, Karin."

My eyes widened in astonishment at the comment.

Haruno heaved a sigh, "I miss when you actually challenged me. It was sexy, turned me on. Of course, that was when that blasted Uchiha was still in the picture. When he found out about our little game, he broke your little heart. You've been tedious ever since."

"Just shut up. Shut the fuck up!" My vision was blurred by tears.

Despite my cries, Haruno continued on. "I'm still fully dressed and you're already worn out. You've become too easy. See, this is what I hate about Uchiha."

This needed to stop! Sasuke-kun he—

"Sasuke-kun loved me! You tore us apart!"

"Tore you apart? It was you who came to me when he refused to fuck you." Haruno stood up, "What I hate about boys coming and stealing my bitches is that they always break what's mine. I don't like damaged goods."

"You just—"

"Can you stop defending him already? He's moved on with that secretary bitch, he doesn't want you anymore. You think you're something special? You're just like any other whore, already used when he got you. He's a man who wants something untouched, something he can make only his. You . . . you're mine whether you like it or not."

With that, Haruno walked out of the office and slammed the mahogany door shut. I sobbed uncontrollably, knowing that everything that monster said . . . was true . . . .

Ino's P.O.V

Were they fucking right now? You know what—I don't even want to know. How am I supposed to even face Sakura tomorrow?

I sighed.

When I was there . . . I don't know why I let myself submit. Why was I even there in the first place? I don't remember.

Oh, that's right. I saw Shika on a date with that bitch from Suna.

I only broke up with him last week. I was going to see if I could get him back but, he had moved on. He fell for her hard—and fast.

I was lonely. I promised myself that I would never go back. Of course, that was when I convinced myself that I was in love with Shikamaru.

If I was really in love with him, I wouldn't have left him. I wouldn't be tempted to seek comfort in that heartless monster.

My phone blasted. I looked at the caller id, it was Sakura. I ignored the call before entering a bar. I needed to rid myself of these awful thoughts. With Shikamaru, Sakura and . . . what happened earlier circling around in my head, I needed to find my escape. I needed to lose myself into nothingness.

I sauntered over to the nearest bartender.

He smirked, "What can I get ya, Sexy?"

A melancholy grin formed on my lips, "The strongest thing you've got."

Sasuke's P.O.V

"Uchiha-san?" I heard Takizawa call for my attention.

"Hn."

"Uzumaki, Karin-san is on line one. Do you wish for me to direct the call to you?" my secretary asked.

Karin . . . .

"No," I sighed.

I heard footsteps echo closer. Does she not understand that I have a deadline for this paperwork?

"Uchiha-san, you look so tense. Do you want me to give you a massage?"

I heaved an aggravated sigh. "What happened last night was a mistake."

"What happened seven months ago was a mistake. Last night was a step in making amends for your error."

She sat on my lap and released her hair from her bun, letting her false blonde locks fall down to her petite waist. She then gingerly grabbed my hands and brought them to her breasts before threading her fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp.

I had to stop this before it went too far, "Taki—"

She brought her lips to my ears and bit my earlobe, "Enough with the formalities Sasuke-kun, just call me Yuri." She then rocked her hips and smirked when I unwillingly responded. "Onegai Sasuke-kun."

I then grabbed her and slammed her down on my desk while occupying her mouth and unbuttoning her blouse. That paperwork will just have to wait.

Hinata's P.O.V

That dress is so beautiful! I wish I could afford it. It would make a beautiful gift for Hanabi. I stared at the boutique window in awe. The sound of my cell phone disrupted my thoughts. I quickly answered it without looking who was calling, already knowing that it was a customer and I might be able to buy the dress after all.

"Konichiwa, this is Yuuki speaking. How may I be of service to you, Goshuujin-sama?" I asked innocently, it drives them crazy. Yuuki was the name I used for work just to be safe.

"Still selling yourself, Hina-chan?"

My eyes widened and I gasped, already knowing who was on the line.

"I thought you would have learned from your mistakes."

I couldn't move. My heart was beating so fast I could hardly breathe.

"Do me a favor, will you? I have someone in need of your service. Meet me at the usual place and we'll take it from there. I hope you won't disappoint."

I finally found my voice, "M-Matte Saku—"

"And by the way, I like the imouto bit better than the dorei one."

And just like that, the line was dead.

"I-Imouto?" I thought aloud. I then remembered to what that meant.

"Onee-chan, won't you help me undress? Ah! More, Onii-tan, I want more."

I turned beat red. Demo, I thought people liked to be served like a master-slave relationship. The only person I can think of who likes to pleasure for entertainment is—"

I stopped myself and gasped.

"And by the way, I like the imouto bit better than the dorei one."

I looked back at my phone. Does that mean you want me to . . . ? I was surprised but, I wasn't at the same time. Shocked that I was wanted again but, knowing that I would one day get a call like this.

I shouldn't be doing this, every inch of my mind screamed, "No!" . . . however . . . every cell in my body cheered, "Yes!"

I sighed, what will it be Hinata? I then looked back at my cell phone.

"I hope you will not disappoint."

Since when have I been wanted by this person so bad? . . . This only happens every once in a blue moon.

I then put my phone in my bag and headed towards the meeting place. It's not my fault I won't deny you. I just can't help it that I love you so much!

Next on The Negative Half:

Ino's P.O.V

I was kissed harshly, my thoughts fogging up in my brain . . . but, I just couldn't wave away my emotions. I could not help the tears that glided down my cheeks. I then asked, "Why are you doing this to me, Shika-kun?"

"Nara doesn't love you. Love doesn't exist. Only I give a shit about you because you are mine."

I looked up into darkened emerald eyes.

It's true . . . love doesn't exist. The look in your eyes proves it. . . .

So, I want to thank you all for taking your time to read this and review, fav, alert, let me know how you viewed this story! This story is really different from what I read and write so . . . let's see how this'll go lol. 'Til later!