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So dark. Too cold. No light. Dripping

"Daddy?"

"…"

"Daddy where are you?"

Laughter

"Daddy!"

Running.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

An arm. A leg.

Cackling

"Daddy…why are you sitting on the ground?"

"…Where are your arms and…legs?"

Cackling.

"Daddy?"

"Daddy?!"

"DADDY!!!!!!"

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Sakura jerked up from her nightmare. She's in a large house, sitting on a couch in what seems to be the living room. As she looks around, she hears footsteps behind her.

"Awake miss?"

"Wuh?"

There was a middle aged man standing about 2 yards away from her. He was dressed like a butler and had a glass of water and aspirin on a tray.

"Sasuke Uchiha-sama requested that I see to it that you eat these after you had woken up. He also wants me to tell you that your 'bloodied up street' clothes are in the dryer."

Sakura blushes a dark shade of red as she realizes that she is no longer in her own clothes. Presently, she is wearing an old silk nightgown, her old underwear, and her torn up bra.

The butler, seeming to have noticed her discomfort, stated frankly, "Do not worry miss. Only the women changed you into those clothes."

"…thank you…uhhh--"

"You may call me Sora."

"'kay. Sora."

After taking the aspirin and drinking all of the water, Sora told her that she had a long gash on her left leg, a deep bruise on her side, minor bruises all over her body, and a bad kick in the head.

"Sasuke-sama said that you are to go up to his mother's room and pick out an outfit to wear. You are to stay here until the morning."

"I'm sorry, but who is 'Sasuke-sama'?"

"The young gentleman that brought you here, of course."

"Ohh."

Obediently, Sakura followed Sora up the stairs and into Mrs. Uchiha's room. Sora left Sakura alone to dress.

Crap, she thought. What the hell have I gotten myself into?

Who cares! YOU are sleeping in the same house as that HUNK. Let's get it ON TONIGHT!!!

You really need to can it sometimes, you know.

Now…what do I wear?

Nearly everything in the closest was either dressy or super pricy. In the end Sakura decided on a Chinese style blue silk shirt and a pair of matching slacks. She'd rather die that put on any of the dresses, skirts, and/or skin showing outfits.

Alright. Now I'm supposed to meet Sasuke-sama in the dining room.

Sakura left the feminine room and went downstairs to the dining hall. There she saw a look alike of the man that saved her today. He seemed older though, and had a less secluded look to him.

"You may sit here miss. This is Itachi-sama, the older brother of Sasuke-sama."

Itachi sat there and ate his dinner without glancing at Sakura. The silence made Sakura very fidgety and uncomfortable. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Itachi spoke up.

"You another one of Sasuke's?"

"What do you---No way. I am NOT on of his bed partners."

"How'd you guess that I meant that?"

"Woman's Intuition."(sarcasm)

Sakura began eating the meal that Sora had placed in front of her. All the while she was wondering what Sasuke was doing.

"He's up in his room. Probably has a girl up there with him. Don't go in. It'll burn your eyes out."

"Great."

"Jesus. Just because he was voted to be the #1 Most Eligible Teen Bachelors, doesn't mean he can take girls up there all the time. Right Sora?"

"I do not wish to gossip in this house. But I know for a fact that tonight Uchiha-sama did not bring a girl up to his room. He was busy carrying this young lady in. Oh. I'm sorry. What is your name?"

"Sakura."

"Oh yes! I just remembered. You are to see Uchiha-sama when you finish dinner."

Sakura chomped down the rest of her dinner and washed her plates and hands. She politely said goodbye to Itachi and followed Sora to Sasuke's room. The man seemed to be waiting for her there.

"Sasuke-sama, Sakura is here to follow your instructions." Sora said as he left the room.

Sasuke stood with his back to the pink haired teenager. He was amused yet frustrated by what the girl had made him go through for her. It's not every day that he has to break a rib and leave a party dateless just to help some idiotic teenager that willingly gets beat up. What interested him though and made him take her home was something beyond her unique pink hair and large green eyes. She had something about her that drew Sasuke to her. When she was being beaten to a pulp, Sakura didn't cry. She didn't even flinch. Jut rolled up in a tight ball and waited for the boys to either get bored with her, or break her spine. She was an interesting person.

"Tonight you are to stay in my late mother's room tonight. I don't trust you to go home by yourself this late. I will have Sora wake you up 8:00 in the morning tomorrow. Clear?"

"Yes."

"Those girls that were insulting you, do you know them?"

"Yes."

"…well?"

"They are my stepsisters."

"…you are dismissed."

And with that note, Sakura left the room.

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2:00 a.m.

"…what the fuck?"

Sakura had been having a hard time going to sleep. Every bone in her body was sore. The migraine that was pulsing in her head was the worse. It was like a hammer smashing against her brain every few seconds.

I wonder what Ino did when she found out I left. Sakura hadn't gotten the chance to call her friends yet and it was driving her crazy. Did they even notice I went missing?

Nah. They probably thought 'hey that bitch is gone!' 'she didn't even get us our drinks!'

What the hell are you trying to do? Make me so depressed that I'll fall into a deep hole of depression and slowly drive myself insane?

No. But that's a good idea.

With no hope of getting any sleep tonight, Sakura left her room t get a glass of water. As she crept along the hallway, she heard come noises coming from the kitchen.

"Sasuke pleeeaaassseee. I…I need you. I need you desperately. I need you in me."

"Go get your own fuck boy to play with. I'm not interested."

Sasuke was in his boxers. There was an older red headed woman clinging to his body. She had a heavily made up face and was wearing the most indecent clothes that Sakura had ever seen.

Sakura hid behind the doorway while the other two continued arguing.

"Remember that night? That passionate love-making? Didn't you feel a connection? Anything at all?"

"No."

Those two letters looked as if they had burned a whole through the woman. She quickly turned her tear streaked face away from Sasuke.

"I'll never forgive you for this."

The woman rushed out with her hands covering her face. She ran and seemed to not have noticed Sakura standing behind the doorway.

Sasuke stood in the kitchen for a moment. As Sakura tried to sneak back to her room, he appeared in front of her.

"Now what do you think you're doing?"

Sakura squealed but quickly shut up so as not to wake anyone else up. "I…I couldn't sleep so I wanted some water."

"Well?"

"…what?"

"Where's your water?"

"…I don't feel thirsty anymore."

"…hn."

Sasuke turned away from Sakura and look at where the crying woman had left. He seemed to have an annoyed look on his face.

"Do you have any questions?"

"I…" Come on Sakura! This is your chance to get to know that piece of spicy hot sexy as hell—"why was she here?"

"I brought her home one night. We both had had too many drinks. I was careless. So she's been trying to get me to marry her or something for a while."

"Oh."

"Now it's my turn. Why the hell were those people treating you like that?"

Sakura squirmed under his piercing eyes. She had never told anyone the whole story. Her stepfamily had been too ashamed of her to tell anyone the truth. But Sakura thought that she owed the guy something for what he told her. And besides, why would he care?

"I was adopted. They don't really like me so it's just like this."

Sasuke continued to stare at her with those devilishly handsome eyes. Sakura had never before been interested in any male or female before but Sasuke's snow white face, silky black locks and kissable lips lured her to him. It was impossible for her to stop staring at the beautiful face.

"…When I was twelve, my parents were killed. I…" was raped and tortured for three whole days until someone finally had enough brains to call the police. "--was adopted later and treated like I was some sort of monster. My sisters Jen, Margie, and Lannie think I'm their maid. It's not that great but I can live with it. I don't have anywhere else to go anyway."

"hn."

The Uchiha knew that she was hiding something but he decided not to ask her again tonight. She seemed to have gone through a lot—not that he cared or anything. Tomorrow he would drop her home. Though Sakura might not know it, she has now been marked as Sasuke Uchiha's #1 conquest. He would dig deep into her, win her heart, screw her over, and then crush her like an ant between the tips of his fingers, just like he did to all the women that were careless enough to get close to him. He was a regular cold-hearted Uchiha, and not even this unique strawberry pink haired girl could change that. Right?

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"Sakura-sama, are you ready to leave?"

"Coming Sora!"

Sakura had finally been able to fall asleep after the encounter with the icy Uchiha. Sakura was back in her ripped up clothes and ready to head home. Elda probably hadn't noticed that she had even been gone. The other three are probably still out sleeping in some random guy's bed.

Sakura jogged down the stairs and into the dining room. There she found Sora preparing breakfast for Itachi, and Itachi at the table reading the morning newspaper.

"Sakura-sama, Sasuke-sama is waiting for you out in the car. Drive safely."

"Thanks. Bye Sora. Bye Itachi-sama."

"Whatever."

Sakura left the Uchiha household and stepped into Sasuke's Porsche. She told him where she lived and just sat back and relaxed. There's nothing to worry about, she thought. I'll just tell Ino and the rest that I had to leave early. Besides, they would probably never even believe that I went home with the #1 Most Eligible Teenage Bachelor.

Back in the house…

"...well?"

"…?"

"…what do you think?"

"I'm sorry. What are you asking Itachi-sama?"

"That girl. She seems…different. Will she be able to get through that bastard?"

"I dearly hope so. That young lady is a tough girl. But Sakura-sama may need her prince to save her."

"You heard too huh?"

"…yes"

The older Uchiha smirked and went back to reading the papers.

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