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Bring Her The Horizon
Chapter eight
Sakura's dread
"Mother, Who's Ken?" Sakura repeated, pulling herself away from the woman with a frown. The corners of her lips curved downwards.
"Ken… Ken is, he's my fiancée."
When the girl you think of as annoying does not show up for a whole week, what would be on your mind? A full week of boring training had passed, even Naruto didn't bother him. Kakashi seemed apathetic to the situation, it was true that Sakura have had numerous unexcused absences before but it was getting way out of control.
She was hiding things for sure, that was obvious but nobody knew what and unfortunately, nobody tried to find out. Sasuke usually minded his own business, meaning he was selfish about certain things. Certain as in… everything.
He noticed his sensei's apparent negligence to what was happening. Lately, he had been prompt, he was also pokerfaced and more serious on their training. Sasuke wanted to believe it was because of the upcoming chuunin exams or because of something else that must not be mentioned in the presence of genins. Whatever it was, Sasuke did not like it.
Kakashi announced another day of training, no breakfast and little to no lunch at all. Naruto had ignored it, possibly the blonde would be puking a barrage of ramen tomorrow.
On his way to his apartment, his stomach growled quite louder than he would like. Sasuke kicked some rocks out of his route, he felt his pockets and a smirk rose to his lips. Going to a restaurant tonight for a couple of minutes won't be so bad.
Alone would be though.
Sakura felt awkward.
Sitting in a comfortable restaurant with her mother and someone else that she will soon call… "stepfather". Her mother told her that he was the one that saved her from the streets last week.
Sakura fidgeted under her clothes, she had on a slim red sundress that hugged her upper torso and widened at the bottom like a bell. She felt uncomfortable but since her hair was down straight and one of her bangs clasped back to the back of her head, she felt more like herself. A little. Her mother had wanted her to look like… a real girl, to look like her; strong features and beautiful. Not sweaty, bloody and torn.
Sakura loved the attention her mother gave her but it slowly made her feel like a useless civilian, weak and unable to care for no one, not even herself.
Her green eyes met Ken, he had a firm grip on Hana's hand. He had that bad attitude look and young too, maybe a year or two younger than her mother, something Sakura did not like. At all. Ken had pale skin and his nose and lips were shaped exactly like Sasuke's. His black hair did not help either, spikes were pointing down, curving upwards at the end to frame his cheeks with a blood red hue at each odd tip.
His eyes were probably the strangest she's ever seen. His pupil was not black, it was very small and loud red. The iris was huge and mesmerizing, it caught her attention the most… a crystal white that almost revealed the red linings of his eye structure.
Sakura gulped as she glanced at her surroundings, she noticed how everyone looked so different, from hip to vague, weary to plain, gothic to punk, girly to preppy, retro to just… naturally freaky.
Sakura felt like she was about to suffocate once her apple green eyes widened on the sight of a familiar boy, clad in his alternate ninja outfit. The waiter seemed to be guiding him to the table across from her.
"What in th-" She gasped.
"Sakura? Sakura-chan?" Her mother called her repeatedly, waving her hand and snapping her fingers in front of the distracted girl in hopes to get her attention.
"Oh, I.. I-I have to use t-the girl's room." She quickly rose from her chair and in a blink, found herself in the restroom.
"W-wait!" But she didn't hear her mother calling after her.
The first thing that came in her mind was; what the hell was Sasuke doing in a place like this? Sakura locked herself in a stall and buried herself in a corner where her heart thumped violently behind her ribcage. If Sasuke saw her…
She hasn't been to training or anywhere near her house-or should she say, her prison-for a little over two weeks. Sakura released a scream as she bit on her arm, her eyes gushing tears unconsciously. She couldn't understand, whatever she did, she could never be what she needed to be. She could never be strong enough, not even in her dreams.
She was weak, she was a fool and she was a fake.
A small knock resounded behind her bathroom stall, completely catching her attention. She rose silently, brushing the slight dust off her new dress; which she learned to hate because of its tight hold on her waist. She thought about saying the old typical line; someone's in here, however, she decided against it and opened the door.
Since the stall was narrow and could only take one person, or two people that were really, really close… Sakura didn't have enough time to dodge the clutch of her throat.
Her breath was immediately cut from her lungs as her back hit the wall with a thud.
"You little bitch, did I not tell you that you could never ever get away from me!" The deep male voice screamed at her. She struggled, kicking her legs around like last time to get away from him. Kenta. He simply wouldn't leave her alone, he couldn't anyways because he was her father. But sometimes, everything gets out of control. Rephrasing that, Kenta is always out of control.
Sakura whimpered this time, feeling his knee parting her legs apart. It was as if there was nobody else in there anymore, it was as if there wasn't a blonde in front of the mirror applying makeup anymore. Sakura moved her arms from his strong grip, succeeding at pushing him off her but he jumped right back above her and settled over her body, this time… he was the one pulling her own hands from her own throat.
"Sakura! Stop it!" The voice changed, when her vision cleared, there was no white bleached hair nor emerald eyes. Instead, she was staring at concerned eyes of onyx and spiky locks of blue-black. "S-Sasuke-k-kun?" She stammered, coughing slightly.
"What are you doing? Y-you w-were tr-trying-!"
She saw him sigh and tighten his grip on her wrists. "No Sakura. You need help, look around you." He whispered harshly, bringing his lips down to her ear.
Sakura looked around her, she shivered as she felt the bystanders' eyes on her. They all seemed blurry and fake. The pretty blonde from before was there, clasping her hands together and mouthing incoherent words. 'slut,' 'whore,' 'weak.'
She saw her mother with a disgusted look on her face and her soon-to-be-step-father with annoyed crystal eyes. She couldn't think anymore, Sasuke's cold tongue licked the side of her neck, dragging down to nip at her skin, his hands worked fast as she noticed her dress hanging loosely off her shoulders and her tiny bra long gone from her breasts.
A sudden rush of chill hit her torso, unfortunately, she couldn't help but moan aloud when he was doing these things to her, his body didn't feel warm against hers though, it was soft and almost false. She couldn't wiggle free from his grasp, nor did she want to. She felt weak because of that. Sasuke wasn't a bit gentle, he nipped and sucked on her, touching her places she's never known were sensitive.
"Sakura… are you enjoying this, you little slut?" He whispered, pinching her small breasts, however, she couldn't feel the pain she'd expected. She saw the look in his eyes, how cold and inconsiderate those were. She hated it!
"S-Sasuke! S-stop! P-please, j-just stop! Ahhh! St-stop!" She whimpered but he didn't stop, he kept going.
"So weak… So fragile." He muttered repeatedly, sinfully with a voice too evil for himself. Large droplets of tears trickled down her cheeks, and she still held on to him.
"Sakura, your name suits you well, did you know that?" He licked her throat as he said those words, running his hands down her body and resting at the hem of her panties.
"Tell me Sakura… do you touch yourself?" He smirked on her skin, resting his nose in the small valley of her creamy breasts, taking in her sweet naïve scent.
"N-no… S-stop doing this, please." The pink-haired girl cried.
"Then make me, you're enjoying this… don't deny it… you want me. You want me to touch you." He slipped his fingers inside her panties, leaving her gasping in a terrorized face that read; 'you wouldn't' and he countered it with one that said; 'it's mine to take.'
Sakura's hands were bound behind her without her knowing it, her breathing quickened and her heart thumped fast and hard behind her ribcage.
"You want me to kiss you," he kissed the side of her mouth, leaving behind a trail of coldness. "and you want me to fuck you until you can't breathe anymore, isn't that it, Sa-ku-ra?" He snickered as his fingers reached her dampening heat, before he could plunge them in and seal her mouth with his, she emitted an earsplitting scream and just as fast, she found herself cradled in large arms, surrounded by an outstanding amount of people.
She saw Sasuke first, his eyes were hidden behind dark bangs as she watched two Anbu members teleport away with him. That was the deadliest look she's ever seen on him.
The blonde wasn't mouthing insults, in fact she had a stricken look on her face.
Sakura looked up to whom was holding her, it was Ken. He had a concern look on his face and his eyes were blood red. Maybe a kekkei genkai?
He was holding onto her very tightly, she shivered. Sakura looked down at herself, her dress was nicely held onto her body, her skin didn't feel violated but the ache on her throat was still there. A dream? Here? What about Sasuke? He wasn't… doing…
"You're alright honey, he won't be doing anything to you anymore." Her mother said softly with tears in her eyes.
"Now, those people need to take you for a checkup, don't be nervous ok?"
It was as if her mother had lost her strong confident self, a little terrified girl had replaced her façade. Just what the fuck was going on?
Misunderstandings... mmm... hope you cried for this chapter, just kidding.
