Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, Itachi would live FOREVER AND EVER. :3


Life.

Beginning.

Humanity.

Death.

Ending.


She caught his eye? He gets what he wants? She walked into his line of sight and now she was being held here like a medieval sex slave? Anger flared through her veins like never before, she could practically feel the heat flowing with her blood. She wanted to rip that smug look off of his face and shove it up a most unpleasant place.

"I'm… I'm just a toy to you?" Sakura mumbled through quivering lips.

Sasuke stared at her blankly.

"I'm a fucking human being!" She screamed.

The fire residing inside her just got doused with gasoline. She couldn't handle it anymore, his bland, stoic face was just asking for her to gouge its precious dark eyes out.

The piece of plate cut into her palm as she clenched her grip, but she felt invincible, her nerves sent no pain signals to her brain. The anger, the willpower, and the need to survive were all she could feel, and it felt amazing.

Her stance must have been intimidating, or Sasuke was just fed up with everything, but he came after her, his hands open and outstretched to yank her into a hold. Lifting her arms up, Sakura intended to slam her weapon down anywhere on his body, but Sasuke was two steps ahead. He grabbed her wrist, the one holding the shard and the same one he had sprained earlier. Gasping harshly in pain, she had no choice but to drop her weapon.

Sakura hissed as Sasuke clutched her already hurt wrist in his bone breaking hold. She was screwed now that she didn't have anything to help protect her. She couldn't even rely on her body; she read books instead of joining sports teams for a reason.

Sakura was all open now, pain from her wound caused her to freeze and she had no weapon. This was Sasuke's ultimate opening. Swiftly, Sasuke rammed his knee into her torso. All of the air in her lungs was immediately pushed out in a groaning cough. It was pitiful how easily she slumped to the floor.

Her stomach hurt so, so bad. She thought that the femur was the strongest bone in the human body, but after taking a blow from Sasuke's knee, she begged to differ. She collapsed to the bathroom floor instantly after she was struck. Air left her body and it was hard to get it back, her whole torso stung.

But fighting was the only way to survive, and she wouldn't let this tear her down. She's withstanded plenty from him; she could survive through some more.

Once she caught some air, Sakura kicked Sasuke's legs out from under him. The Uchiha was knocked down the ground. Scrambling on her hands and knees, Sakura tried to crawl around him to the door and get up on two feet at the same time, but Sasuke was insanely fast. His hand lashed out and curled around her ankle for the second time that day. Pulling her back, Sakura fell down onto her stomach.

"No!" She shrieked. She tried her best to dig her nails into the floor, but the tile was too smooth to even get a grip. But Sasuke easily pulled her back into his reach.

Straddling her back, he forced her arms underneath his legs so he could pin them to her sides. "You won't be able to go," Sasuke panted, still recovering from their tumble. "I'll make sure of that."

The pinkette underneath him wiggled around, trying her best to get either arm free. His well-muscled legs did a great job at pinning her arms. He wasn't the lightest man in the world, either. Her small, petite frame was too frail to even budge from underneath him. Though, the constant slithering of her body under his most sensitive of spots was quite enjoyable. That's when the arousal began.

Sasuke's breathing became deeper, less controlled and more ragged. That wasn't what truly bothered her, no, not even the sudden hardness that poked her lower back, what really made her nervous was how Sasuke's hands snaked their way under her blouse, massaging the skin of her lower back. The pads of his fingers were rough and cold to the touch, causing goose bumps to form. She shivered slightly.

The path his roving fingers decided to take led up to her bra, easily undoing the clasp with a flick. "N-no!" Sakura panted out. Wasn't what they did before Naruto came over enough for him?

Her small plea was ignored as Sasuke let his hands slither down her sides, only to move between her chest and the floor beneath her, cupping her plump mounds. She cringed, trying her best to wiggle away from the fingers that squeezed and groped what they shouldn't. She couldn't help but let out a groan of disgust, which Sasuke comprehended as a moan.

Sasuke let his lips caress the shell of her ear. "Do you like that?" He whispered. "I bet you do, hypocrite."

The raven haired male went on with his cold caresses, moving his hands from her breasts to her back, and then down to her hips. He lifted his legs off of her trapped arms, moving them so he could pull off her cardigan, tossing it on the tub like it was nothing. His fingers ghosted up her arms, tingling the flesh along the way.

Wait, her arms were free now...

What the hell was she doing just laying around?

Slamming her palms down on the floor, Sakura used the adrenaline pumping through her to her advantage. Pushing her body up, wincing as she put pressure on her sprained wrist, she effectively got enough of Sasuke's weight off of her to get out from under him. As fast as possible, Sakura bolted out of the bathroom, down the hall, and straight to the door, ignoring her loose bra the whole time.

Her hand had connected with the door knob right as she heard Sasuke's footfalls coming after her. Wasting no time, she ripped the door open and ran out, but the sight that met her vision wasn't something to be happy with. A long hallway stood before her, tan walls and carpeting for a few yards straight ahead. The corridor ended with two doors, one for the stairs and the other for the elevator.

Well, that meant she had two choices. Elevator or stairs? She didn't have nearly enough time to wait for the doors to open and close safely without Sasuke catching her, so taking the stairs was her only option.

Sakura was at least seven feet away from the door to the stairs before Sasuke kicked her legs out from under her, forcing her to crash onto the hard, brown carpet. Momentum from running forced her to slide a bit against the carpet, giving her arms, her exposed stomach—thanks to her shirt riding up-and her cheek to get rug burn. She couldn't help but hiss in pain.

Despite her pain, she smiled; this was the closest she's ever gotten.

Sasuke was not a patient man, and his fuse was already set; wasting no time, he pounced on her, pinning her down on her stomach just like before. Her blouse was ripped off her body and over her head before she could even comprehend how it happened. Sasuke lifted his body up enough so he could slip her pants and undies down to her knees, not even bothering to remove them all the way. He just needed enough space to enter her.

"Sasuke!" Sakura shrieked, her voice cracking. "Please, no!" Tears started to spring into her eyes, making her vision blurry. "I'm begging you, don't do this! I'm sorry! I won't do anything bad anymore!"

She was screaming now, her voice shrill as it echoed in the hallway. He would be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy it. He relished in her harsh pants, the fear was evident. She didn't want this, that was much too obvious, but the thought of her not liking it was a challenge to him. It was his own personal challenge to break her, make her enjoy it so much that she'd be disgusted with herself. Well, more than she already is. If his little blossom hated herself, then she'd be weak. A weak Sakura is a Sakura that will bend to his will. A slave, per say.

Placing his hands on the floor next to her creamy cheeks, he balanced himself as he used his knee to part her legs. He had to force himself to hold in the satisfied groan that threatened to escape once he saw her fleshy petals, open and inviting. Lifting one hand, he rubbed her flesh, dragging his fingers across the moist skin until he reached her button of nerves, giving it a harsh pinch. Sakura screamed through her tears, begging him to stop, but he wouldn't listen.

Sakura buried her face into the carpet, praying that he would just stop. "No, no, no, no, no…" She kept repeating.

"Sakura, are you begging?" He mumbled slyly. "I thought you hated me? Yet, here you are, begging to your main enemy. Isn't that right?"

"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"

"My, my. Should you really be saying things like that in your position? I just might hurt you." He growled, slamming his fingers into her core. She screamed again. She wasn't quite wet yet, so his intrusion was unwelcome.

Sasuke smirked. "See? You should watch your mouth." Pulling out his fingers, he licked them then forced them back inside her. "You said it yourself, do or die, right?"

Sakura cringed, digging her nails into the carpet. "Please…"

Pretending to ponder, Sasuke replied smugly. "No."

He kept pushing his fingers in side her tight, now wet hole, scissoring them every now and then to hear her cry out, even though it was muffled by the carpet. It amused him to watch her struggle, her arms lashing around, trying to dig her nails into the ground, her head lashing from side to side, and her torso wiggling under him.

Sasuke felt her body prepare for her release, but he didn't want his fingers to have all of the fun. Pulling his digits out, he dragged his soaked fingers across her cheeks and up her back, trying his best to make her uncomfortable. By her squirming and her displeased noises, he'd say he accomplished that goal.

Sasuke bent his head down so he was eye level with the folds of her womanhood, practically drooling at the sight of her pink flesh glistening with the evidence of his crime. "Sa-ku-ra," He breathed out, letting his cool breath blow across the heated area. She clenched in response. "Horny little, Sakura." He tsked. "I thought you were stronger than this." He mumbled before he dragged his tongue across her cunt.

Sakura replied with a harsh cry. He could hear the disgust mixed with her lust. Parting her wet folds with his tongue, he explored to his delight. Lapping up the juices all around her slick entrance, getting between crevices of her flesh, he relished in her uncontrolled moans whenever he found a sensitive spot. It was just too easy to turn her into a pile of worthless goo. Her fight was just so easy to break.

Once a weakling, always a weakling.

Sakura exploded a few seconds after Sasuke began his oral assault. She screamed because of her body's reaction, not because she wanted to. She was disgusted with herself and with Sasuke. But, she couldn't help slamming her hands down on the ground, arching her back, and panting. It was just what her orgasm forced her to do. The pinkette fell back to the ground, out of breath and weak.

"No more… Please, no more." She whispered, tears still flooding her green eyes. "I don't want this…" Sakura breathed.

But, as usual, her pleas fell onto uncaring ears. Sakura's body was a pile of candy haired mush. The orgasm she received relaxed her muscles so much that she could barely even twitch her finger, Sasuke decided to use this to his advantage. Grabbing her hips, he flipped her over so she was on her back, she groaned in response. Her naked torso was red, irritated from rubbing against the stiff carpet. Her nipples were peaked from the friction. They were pebbled up like the finest cherry candy. Sasuke wasn't one for sweets, but when it was Sakura's body, he would eat it right up. He took one of her nipples into his mouth, licking, nipping, and sucking on it for a while before giving her neglected breast the same treatment.

"Please!" She cried, covering her face with her hands as she cried. He couldn't tell if she was trying to hide from him or if she just didn't want to see what he was doing to her. Sobs wracked her body as she choked out her words. "I don't want this! Leave me alone! Sasuke, please…"

"Shh," He cooed, leaning up to kiss the hands covering her face, she turned away but he just followed. "You'll enjoy this, blossom."

Sitting back, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down enough until his shaft was out. Lifting her frail form onto his lap, he removed the pants and underwear that were hanging around her ankles. Next, he wrapped her legs around him and slowly brought her down upon him. The intense heat and wetness that encased him was enough to make him groan like an animal.

But Sakura thought otherwise.

Immediately, she cried out in fear, not in pleasure. Her small hands left her face and went straight to his chest, trying her hardest to get off of him. "No! No! No! NO!" She screamed, her voice getting higher and higher each time. "Stop! No! No! No!" Sakura was frantically pushing at him. She was trying to stand up and get away, but he held her to him in an iron grip.

Well, fucking her in his lap obviously wasn't working. So pinning her on her back would have to do, again. Pushing her forward before she could struggle anymore, he pinned her on her back and began to wildly thrust into her hot cavern. The movements forced her to stop struggling, but it did nothing to her cries. Sakura kept screaming "No!" over and over again.

When Sasuke slammed her onto her back all of the air was forced out of her lungs, but she kept screaming. She was panting and sobbing along with her pleas for him to stop, but he still didn't listen. He just keep thrusting into her, the length and girth of his manhood reached every point inside of her just right, bringing her bliss that she didn't want.

Mind and body are completely different things. They reside on opposite sides of the spectrum. Her mind was telling her that this was disgusting, frowned upon, and that she needed to get away. Her body was reacting biologically. Her body didn't know that this was wrong; it thought that she was mating, trying to get pregnant to obtain offspring. It was making every move he made inside of her feel like ecstasy, trying to get her to release so Sasuke's body would follow. So, she couldn't help but throw her head back and moan when he bumped a particular place inside of her. But, she also couldn't help to want to get this done faster. Sasuke may take what she was about to do the wrong way, but sacrifices are needed in tough situations.

Sasuke wasn't one to believe in magic or spiritual things, but Sakura stopped screaming. Thank the lord, his ears were starting to hurt. Though, that wasn't quite as surprising as the sudden touch he felt on his head. Sakura's boney fingers twined in his inky hair, pulling his head down harshly, she breathed hotly against his ear. "I hate you," She huffed. "I hate you so much,"

Pleasure was induced by touches and responses. All she had to do was respond to him, make him feel good until he dropped. Lifting her hips up into his thrusts, their pelvis's slapped into one another, making each participant moan in definite pleasure. Sasuke's movements became wobbly as he neared the peak. He panted hard against her ear, licking her lobe for good measure. He was about to burst into her, so he prepared himself by biting into the flesh of her neck. Sakura did the same, but she slammed her canines into his skin to pain him, Sasuke bit her as a grip to hold him to reality.

Hot seed splashed against her inner walls, practically forcing her to follow him into climax. The usual stars danced behind her eyelids, a scream tore through her throat, and every muscle underneath her skin went flaccid. Sakura couldn't help but fall back against the carpet panting. Sasuke regained himself quickly. He lifted himself off of her, pulling his now limp length out of her core as he did so. He couldn't help but release a crisp laugh when he noticed that his little blossom blacked out.


"Orochimaru, I need more Valproic Acid. My prescription is already out."

"Sasuke, Sasuke," The man hissed through the phone. "Your last order should have lasted three months. You ordered that last month."

"If I tell you how I lost them, you'll think I'm insane." Sasuke sighed, rubbing his forehead. He didn't need to know how people could take that statement many different ways.

"I need a plausible reason to give it to you. Now spit out your excuse."

"I was making soup and my cabinet is above the stove. I reached up to grab something and all of the pills spilled out of the bottle and into it. I lost have of them and I'm running low now."

Or he's been drugging a pink haired teenager with double the dosage ever since her last freak out, but Orochimaru doesn't need to know that.

"I just need another refill. You know how I get without them," He mumbled into the phone, trying to act embarrassed. He didn't care about what that snake thought of him, he just needed drugs.

"Fine, I'll have your refill at the pharmacy by two tomorrow. You can last that long, yes?"

Sasuke couldn't help but grit his teeth. Orochimaru always was a dick, and he wanted people to know it too. "Yes."

"Good, I expect you in early on Thursday as well. Suigetsu took the day off and I need my orders."

"Whatever." With that said Sasuke turned the phone off and set it down on the dock with a quiet growl. He rested his hands on the counter in front of him, letting out a sigh he didn't know he was holding in. Unknown to him, Sakura was listening in on him from her spot on the couch in the other room.

It has been a week on the dot since her episode. She blacked out and woke up doped on drugs, she hasn't felt clean since then. It was to be expected, she couldn't argue with that. Sakura wasn't an idiot, she knew that she would either get away or just get dragged back. Even though the outcome that she received wasn't golden, she was proud of how far she got. Knowing that, it only motivated her to keep trying… when she wasn't drugged.

Blankets were wrapped around her like a cocoon as she lay back on the sofa. The drugs she received from Sasuke's prescription were a mood stabilizer, which keep people calm and collected. They make people relaxed, hence, why it used for people with mental disorders that are connected to moods. In turn, Sakura is getting those effects times ten. Sasuke is either giving her more than the dosage prescribes and possibly some form of depressant or muscle relaxer on the side. She could barely take a shower by herself, which Sasuke probably enjoyed. She sighed, wiggling around to try and get her arms free from the blankets hold.

Sasuke kept saying the name Orochimaru. He would mumble it when he left some mornings, he had that name on important papers strewn around the kitchen, and he kept growling it on the phone. That name sounded so familiar to her. It always has, ever since she first heard it pass through his mouth. Why couldn't she pinpoint the name to a face? Sasuke was asking him about getting more drugs, so he was either a dealer or a doctor, right?

The only drug dealer she knew of was Shino Aburame, and that's only because he offered her Angel Dust at a concert. Her innocent mind thought it was sparkles people throw in the air, Kiba told her otherwise. So, a dealer clearly wasn't the answer. But she knew so many doctors, especially with her shadowing jobs and Tsunade being the head of the Konoha Hospital.

Sakura clenched her eyes shut in hopes to imagine the man behind the name. The pinkette could swear that Tsunade and Shizune talked about him once, maybe more. He had to work at the hospital. But, she knew a lot of the staff at the hospital if not all. Though, she was mostly familiar with people in the medicine mixing wing of the hospital.

Orochimaru. Medicine. Hospital. Tsunade. Jiraiya…

Jiraiya?

Why was that pervert popping up in her mind? Tsunade's perverted porn writing friend had no business popping up in her mind. But, didn't he have a friend named Orochimaru? A best friend? Yes, he did! He and Tsunade were talking about him and his business at one of their poker games. Orochimaru was their childhood friend, how could she forget? Sakura gasped, finally realizing who he was. He was the main importer of Konoha's medical supplies! That's why she heard his name all over the hospital!

"Is something wrong?" Sasuke said as he rushed into the room. He knelt down by the side of the couch, a worried expression on his face.

Sakura stared straight ahead, keeping her eyes on her cocooned feet, still trying to piece together the puzzle about Orochimaru. "Nothing," She mumbled meekly.

Sasuke's face fell into a genuinely worried expression. "Do you want some tea, maybe something to eat?" She shook her head and he sighed. A few choppy hairs fell from the bun atop her head. Reaching up, he ghosted his fingers over her cheek and pushed the stray strands behind her ear.

Sakura ignored his movements, she was too weak to do anything at the moment, let alone give him her attention. Now how did Sasuke know Orochimaru? Orochimaru's medicines were only supplied to hospitals, small offices, and pharmacies. He wasn't allowed to just give it away to a single buyer. Naruto popped into her mind just then, didn't he say something about Sasuke and Orochimaru?

Sakura turned to Naruto and said, "So, anyway, do you and Sasuke happen to work together?"

"Pfft," Naruto snorted, "I wouldn't work for Orochimaru even if my balls were on the line."

"Plus, I'm not as smart as the bastard and I don't care to learn a new language either."

Of course! Sasuke worked for him. And he always spoke in different tongues around her and on the phone. He was obviously a translator. Sasuke was the person who spoke to exporters in other countries; he made the orders for Orochimaru.

Sasuke chose this time to speak. "Are you sure you don't want anything? You don't look too good," He said, concern evident in his voice. He pressed his palm against her forehead to check for a fever. "You don't feel hot,"

"I'm fine."

"If you say so," Sasuke said with a smile. "I'll put a movie on for us."

He leaned forward, grasped her chin, and pressed a chaste kiss on her lips. Sakura didn't respond, only sighing when he pulled away. Once the Uchiha had his back to her Sakura visibly grimaced. She never liked his lovey-dovey moods. He would either escalate into a pissed, unpredictable Sasuke or a sad one who would cry into her neck and hug her so tight she might pop into a pink mess.

Sasuke put in a movie that she didn't care to learn the name of, she wasn't going to pay any attention to it anyway. He settled on the couch next to her, after he pushed her up into a sitting position. Sakura complied with him, not bothering to let out a snarky comment on how he could just sit somewhere else. She may have been stuck with him for more than half a year, but he was still unpredictable.

She flinched when she felt his long fingers begin to comb through her hair. He let her cotton candy locks twist and twine around his digits, smiling as it left a pleasant sensation against his skin. He kept playing with her hair throughout most of the movie until Sakura leaned into him. He didn't expect it at first, but she twisted her body to face him and then started crying. Tears poured out of her green eyes as she sobbed.

Sakura couldn't help herself. She just needed to cry. Him playing with her hair had reminded her of Tsunade and Ino, how they would constantly touch her hair and tell her how beautiful and exotic it was. Sasuke's fingers felt just like Ino's when she put it up in a stylish bun for prom. The way he hummed when he did it reminded her of the faint memories of her mother's lullabies and how Tsunade would easily mimic them.

Tsunade, Ino, her past life, why did it all have to leave her grasp so quickly? She couldn't question god enough. Why, just a one word question that no one ever felt the need to answer for her. Why? Just, why?

Her fingers twisted in his shirt just like his previously twisted in her hair. Her face was in the crook of his neck, not caring if her tears dribbled down his neck, she needed comfort, not to be sanitary. The world and reality decided to team up and crash down on her at that exact moment. More tears gushed out of her eyes as she began to cry louder, huffing and puffing against Sasuke's now damp neck. She hiccupped and coughed between her sobs, nowhere near calming down.

He had no idea what to do. He was never good with her when she cried, mostly because she took forever to stop. This time was especially uncomfortable, her breath was hot against the moist skin of his neck, it took a lot for him not to shiver at the feeling.

He gave her five more minutes to let her cry it out. She had calmed down by then, but she was still crying enough for it to be classified as sobbing. He decided that it would be best for her to just be on her own. Standing up from the couch, he easily picked up her lax form bridal style and carried her to her room, easily opening the door with his foot. He walked the sniffling girl to her cot and set her down gently, pulling the blankets up and over her like a parent putting a child to sleep.

Sasuke turned to leave, but Sakura's croaking voice kept him still. "You know," She sniffled, "I was the nerdy girl throughout school. I was never athletic or popular. I only had one boyfriend, mostly because I spent all of my time training to become a doctor.

"I had dreams, big dreams. I wanted to grow up and take Tsunade's place in the hospital, maybe even move away and become Dean of Medicine somewhere else, who knows." She coughed, an aftershock from her sobbing. "You took all of that away from me, and I hate you so much for it, but you'll never care, will you? You don't care about how you fucked up my life, my aunt's life, and my friends. Maybe even the lives of every other little girl in Konoha who heard about my kidnapping; I bet they're scared that they'll end up just like me."

Her green gaze was boring into his back. He didn't flinch at her words, even though she wished he would, but just because nothing visible happened didn't mean her words weren't effective.

"I don't know what happened to you in the past, or why it affected you so badly, but I just wish that you would have had a better mindset than to take your emotions out on me."

Sasuke had no words for her, he just strode out of the room, the dead bolt clicking into place soon after.


Well, first off, about last chapter. I got a lot of crap about how Sasuke's reasoning for taking her was stupid. Yes, it was, and it was meant to be that way. Sasuke is crazy, remember? And no, I'm not saying that everyone with a mental disorder is a flat out criminal and goes off stealing teenagers. It is actually very rare for a person with Borderline (among other disorders) to be criminally active. In this case, Sasuke just is. xD Actually, a lot of people in my family have bipolar disorder, I could even possibly be diagnosed with it later in life. So, no, I'm not 'hating' on people with disorders. (Yes, I have gotten a message saying that I am.)

Whoo… got all of that off of my chest xD Once again, VERY sorry for the late update! End of the year papers and such… got caught up in all of the school work xD Very sorry!

But in turn for this update, how about some reviews? Yeah? Oh yeaaaaaah. :D