Hey all! Here I am again with Savage Hearts, chapter 10! You guys cannot imagine how difficult writing this chapter turned out to be. Not because of the content itself [I'm still a kinky freak] but because of the problems that popped up to interrupt the writing process!
First, my laptop's charger stopped charging, and I was freaking out thinking that I had lost all my information, since I don't have anything saved elsewhere (I'm looking into buying an external hard drive; any suggestions?), but thankfully after 24 hours it suddenly decided to start working again. That was such a relief!
But then, I decided to save copies of my chapters onto my mp3. Everything was going fine until I got to this chapter. Halfway through, a message popped up saying something along the lines of "there's already a version of this chapter saved, fool! Do you want to replace it?" I clicked Yes, and found myself faced with half a chapter! WTF? Isn't the latest version supposed to replace the earlier one? Not in this case…
After all those suspicious happenings, I started to think that the fanfiction gods didn't want me to write SasuSaku smut. I was forced to submit before anything worse happened. So, no SasuSaku smut! I only mentioned it in the rewrite.
Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto! Or any of the other characters either!
Warnings: language and mentions of DubiousConsent!SasuSaku
Notes: Thank you everyone who reviewed! As promised, review replies for chapter 8 can be found at the end of this chapter. Replies for chapter 9's reviews will be found next time!
ALSO: Sakura-centric chapter! Sorry guys, I don't like it either, but it's necessary to further the plot… Darn this plot, making me do such yucky things!
~ SAVAGE HEARTS – THE BEGINNING OF A SEXCAPADE ~
It was hot. But it was not just the regular type of summer hot, though – no, today it was unbearably hot outside. It was practically blazing.
The sun's rays were beaming down on her relentlessly, making Sakura believe that her pale skin was in imminent danger of burning and then, she shuddered in disgust, peeling. The air flowing sluggishly around her didn't help any, for it was steamy and humid, which inevitably caused her long pink hair to stick uncomfortably to the nape of her neck and frizz out of control. It was just her luck that on the one day she actually walked home, the weather outside was this horrible.
Releasing a frustrated groan, Sakura gathered her hair and twisted it quickly into a bun on the top of her head. After just a few steps forward, her hair loosened and the first few strands started to fall out of her makeshift chignon. Due to her hair's straightness, it did not hold any type of hairstyle without the help of several clips and ties and a whole lot of hair products.
Rolling her eyes, Sakura pouted. This is all that damn Sasuke's fault! the pink-haired girl complained mentally, never ceasing in her steady walk despite the fact that her feet hurt. Sakura had unfortunately discovered that her white high-heeled sandals, while being undeniably cute and being a perfect match for her pink and white sundress, were definitely not built for comfort. This usually didn't stop her – "there's no beauty without pain" was her motto – but this time she was regretting not wearing a more sensible pair of shoes. Of course, how the hell was I supposed to know that I was going to have to walk for miles in them when I was debating which shoes to wear?
She was exaggerating, of course – the drive leading to the mansion, while indisputably long, was in fact only three-quarters of a mile long. To a tired Sakura, however, it felt like the gravel road was never-ending. She was beginning to despair; Sakura was now seriously afraid she was going to melt. Either that or she would die of dehydration before she reached the Namikaze-Uzumaki mansion.
"Aaah!" The sudden cry scared the surrounding wildlife into fleeing, birds flying away from their roosts and little woodland creatures scurrying away into the underbrush.
Sakura, chest heaving after releasing such a loud yell, stomped her foot in the dirt and then moved off the road, settling in the shade provided by one of the large trees that lined the path. I am not moving from this spot! I have walked way too much already; I deserve a rest. Someone will come by and find me eventually… Nodding her head in agreement to her own thoughts, Sakura scooted back until her back touched the bark of the tree.
"Oh!" Heat made its way to Sakura's cheeks, tinting her face a bright red. Her previous movement had caused the fluid that was still inside her to slosh around a bit, and her still-wet (and most likely stained) panties to press uncomfortably against her body. The pink-haired girl had the sudden urge to take her panties off and throw them away into the woods, to hide the stained garment where nobody would ever find it. At the same time, however, she wanted to keep those panties forever and ever, for they were a physical reminder of the best sex she'd ever had.
Sakura shivered as she recalled the way her captor's dark eyes had shined with such intense lust as they gazed down at her naked body. It had made her feel so beautiful, so wanted, so alive. The previous night had been the longest and greatest night of passion she had ever experienced, and she had loved every minute of it. Her captor had been, hands down, the best partner she'd ever had.
He even beat Itachi, she admitted guiltily, but I'm sure that was only because Itachi wasn't in his right mind at the time. I'm sure the drug had something to do with it.
Sakura sincerely hoped that Itachi would perform better on their wedding night. And it would have to be on their wedding night – Iruka had clearly stated that there was to be no more premarital sex going on under his roof. He'd brought up the point that it would not be proper for Sakura to have sexual relations with her fiancé before the wedding (which was utter bull, in her opinion, since they'd gotten engaged because they'd had sex), and she'd had to reluctantly agree. After giving that promise, Sakura had grudgingly accepted the fact that she would be celibate for the next week and a half.
At least, she had until last night, when, after one of their many rounds between the sheets, her captor had asked to meet her again. Having been offered confidential sex was an opportunity she hadn't expected and one that she couldn't afford to pass up. She, despite being a proper noble lady, still had needs that needed to be met.
She could not have sex with her fiancé until their wedding night – that was fine. Until then, Sakura had decided that she would take her captor up on his offer and continue to meet him for regular bouts of steamy sex. No one needed to know.
Even the fact that her captor was a peasant who had hijacked her carriage and then proceeded to kidnap her, and who had no family name at all (he was an orphan, she assumed) wouldn't deter her from meeting him again. He was much too handsome and talented when it came to the world of carnal pleasure to let such paltry things interfere. It wasn't like she was going to marry him or anything anyway, so the fact that he was nameless was unimportant. He would be a pleasurable pastime until it came time to become Mrs. Itachi Uchiha, Lady of the Uchiha Estate.
With a satisfied sigh, for everything was right with the world, Sakura rested her head back against the tree's wide trunk, peering up at the bright blue sky through the leafy branches. She would pass the time until someone heading towards the mansion came along by remembering the way that her handsome captor, after scaring her out of her wits, proceeded to sate her every need.
~ SAVAGE HEARTS – THE BEGINNING OF A SECAPADE ~
Sakura was terrified.
Despite being quite versed in the world of men, and being used to dallying with all sorts of men, she had never before found herself in a situation quite like this one. Unlike her present circumstances, she was used to being the one in control. Sakura was the one who chose who she was going to be spending the night with (or perhaps the week, if her suitor was handsome and rich enough to hold her interest for that long), along with when and where they would meet. She was the one who decided when she would put one of her many suitors out of his misery by giving him the time of day (or night, as the case often was).
In all the time she'd been playing the field, she'd never once had to deal with a man who overstepped his bounds by demanding her attentions, much less casually stating that he would touch her body as he wished, whether she wished him to or not. Sakura had never considered the possibility of a situation like this arising – ladies like her just didn't get raped. Such things didn't - weren't allowed to - happen in her perfect world, much less to her.
So yes, Sakura was terrified – but she was notgoing tostandfor this kind of treatment!
"Seriously!" she hissed, her green eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do you not know who I am? Have you never heard of the Namikaze-Uzumaki family? I can tell you right now; this sort of treatment won't go down easily with them! And don't you even think of touching me, you filthy cretin! I'll blast your hands off with my chakra if you so much as try!"
Her captor snorted, and her blindfold was suddenly yanked from her head, quite a few strands of long pink hair being pulled along with it. "Ow!" Sakura whined, wincing at the slight pain. She desperately wanted to rub at the stinging pain in her scalp, but was unable to due to her hands being bound by a length of rope that chaffed horribly. Yet another complaint to add to the mental list of grievances that she fully planned to write out and hand to the arresting officers. Because Sakura truly believed that, surely, this man would soon be apprehended.
To help with that, Sakura opened her eyes and peered around the dim room – or, at least she tried to. It was much too dark to see much of anything. She did her best though, for she knew that any information she could give about this man's hideout would help the authorities arrest him that much faster.
The man scoffed, seeming to know what she was trying to do. "That won't help you, sweetheart. The only way you'll get out of here is if I let you out of here – and that's something that won't be happening anytime soon."
Sakura narrowed her eyes but didn't reply. The man was mistaken and, in her mind, such an erroneous statement did not deserve a reply. She would get out of here… somehow, eventually.
Her captor laughed at her stubbornness and touched her hair fondly. Sakura quickly jerked away from his touch, but she hadn't really needed to. The man had moved away almost as soon as he'd touched her – he was heading away from her, if the sound of his footsteps could be trusted. The click of a light switch was heard before the room was bathed in a soft yellow light. The bulb was almost directly above her, but it still didn't help her visibility much. The bulb's light illuminated only part of the bedroom Sakura found herself in and even then only dimly. The far corners of the room were still cloaked in darkness.
Her captor, who was still standing by the light switch, had to be standing in the patch of light, a fact that Sakura immediately took advantage of. Her eyes searched out his form, and they widened once they found him. She was wholly unprepared for what she found.
He's gorgeous! was the only thought that registered in her befuddled mind.
Her captor was a pale-skinned young man who appeared to be around her own age. His lower half was clothed in (deliciously) tight black pants, very similar in nature to the ones Sakura had seen Itachi wear as part of his ANBU uniform. She had to admit, though, even if only to herself, that this man filled them out in a way Itachi could only wish to compare to.
His upper body was clad in a loose white shirt with billowy sleeves and a gaping front cut into a deep V. It left very little to the imagination. But, with a chest like that, Sakura thought, gazing at the toned pectoral and abdominal muscles that were in full view unashamedly, I can see why he wouldn't feel the need to cover up. Muscles that nice deserve to be shown off.
The man's outfit was completed by his black ninja sandals (even though Sakura was sure he wasn't a ninja – he didn't have a village headband anywhere on his body) and the sword that he had strapped to his side with the help of a thin purple rope. (1)
What captured Sakura's attention the most were his eyes, though. They were a deep black color, a shade darker than even Itachi's soulful dark eyes, something that Sakura had previously thought impossible – until she met this man, of course. And what Sakura found most interesting was that, despite the fact that her captor was a lowly thief, his eyes held a softer, kinder gleam than those of her fiancé.
The man moved to run a pale, long-fingered hand through his dark hair (that was cut in a strange fashion – he had long bangs framing either side of his angular face, but had it cut short in the back into gravity-defying spikes that were reminiscent of a duck's butt), a movement that served to bring Sakura back to the here and now – to the fact that it was her kidnapper that she was ogling.
Shaking her head to snap herself out of her momentary daze, Sakura bared her perfect white teeth at the man, trying to be threatening. Sakura's actions fell miserably flat and simply caused her captor to scoff at her efforts, most likely because it was hard to be threatening when lying helpless on a bed with her hands tied up.
The man stepped away from the wall, creeping slowly towards her. His smooth gait reminded Sakura of the way a panther stalked its prey, a mental image that didn't help her nerves. Her captor came to a stop right next to the bed, spending an unnerving minute just staring down at her with his dark eyes. Finally, after the longest, most excruciating pause Sakura had ever experienced in her life, he said, "Of course I know who you are…"
Sakura blinked. She hadn't been expecting such a short sentence after such a long pause. Maybe the man wasn't right in the head? Sneering, for she didn't like invalids (along with most of the lower-class, she considered invalids a taint to society), Sakura said, "Well then! You should know that it would be in your best interests to let me–"
"Of course I know who you are," the man repeated, interrupting the pink-haired girl, which cause an angry frown to materialize on her face. "I know that you are Sakura Haruno, cousin of Naruto and Gaara Namikaze-Uzumaki. They are the real members of the Namikaze-Uzumaki family. You are nothing. Your mother was their aunt; at least she was until she was banished from the Uzumaki family, leaving her clanless and poor – leaving you clanless and poor. Now you are merely an unwanted guest of the Namikaze-Uzumakis that turned into a permanent resident…"
Green eyes narrowed and Sakura let out an unladylike growl. "Who the hell do you think you are, to talk to me like that? Let me go and we'll see how much you know, you stupid-"
Her captor chuckled, and it incensed Sakura even further. "Now, don't be like that, sweetheart. You were the one that asked, remember? I'm merely telling you what I know…" He stroked a hand down her face, smirking when she tried to bite at his fingers. "You want to know what else I know?" he asked teasingly.
Sakura merely snarled at him, her green eyes nearly spitting fire. She hoped her body language was communicating her thoughts, which were Go to hell, you scumbag!
"Well, I'm going to tell you anyway," the dark-haired man said, shrugging away Sakura's lack of response. "I know all about the Haruno family's untimely demise…"
The pink-haired girl stilled completely, even ceasing in her previous fight against the ropes that bound her. Sakura pinned the man with an icy glare. "What are you talking about?" she hissed, "My parents died in an accident."
The man nodded, seeming very casual despite the fact that they were currently discussing a couple's early demise. "Yes, that is what the authorities are saying, isn't it? Too bad they don't have contacts in the underground – they would know a whole different story then, wouldn't they?"
Sakura's already pale face paled further, leaving her skin a ghastly white color. "What do you want?" she questioned, still glaring but with her voice calm and accepting.
Her captor smirked. "Oh, honey, I think you already know what I want…" he drawled, crawling up the bed over her helpless form. His hands and knees came to rest on either side of her, effectively caging her in.
Sakura glared up at him. "Dream on! I already told you, try anything and I'll blast your hands off!"
The man laughed outright. Sakura felt like kicking herself because, despite everything, she still felt attracted to that soft, deep sound.
"Sweetheart, I hate to tell you this, but… I know something else!" her captor said, still chuckling. "I know that you don't have any chakra to blast me with… At least, not nearly enough to be a match for me…"
Bound hands fisted and green eyes narrowed into a defiant glare, Sakura told her captor, her voice full of bravado, "I have enough to at least cause some damage!"
The man above her shook his head, black bangs swinging with the movement. "Oh, I don't think so," he drawled, smirking cockily. He ran his index finger across the seam of Sakura's lips, the action causing her to clench her lips tightly together, putting a stop to the reply that was about to come out of her mouth – exactly what he'd wanted in the first place. "You see," he said, releasing his chakra into an ominously dark cloud of pure energy that was almost visible as it spread to envelop the entirety of the room, "I have much more chakra than you do."
And Sakura did see. Against this man's, her chakra was like a speck of sand compared to a desert.
The man grinned at the way Sakura's shoulders, which had been previously squared defiantly, slumped in defeat. "That's more like it," he said, stroking that same finger down the side of her face gently. After winding slowly down her throat, it came to rest against her fluttering pulse. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll take good care of you," he drawled, pitching his voice low.
Despite herself, Sakura shivered in slight anticipation. She couldn't help herself – the man just oozed sex appeal.
With a smirk, her captor raised himself up onto his knees, working quickly to shed his barely-there white shirt. Sometime earlier (Sakura had no idea when), the man had rid himself of his sword and the rope that held it up, along with his black sandals. He was now straddling her in only his skintight black pants (and it really was only, since those pants were much too tight for him to be wearing anything underneath), seeming like something out of her fantasies.
"That's right, sweetheart. Eat your heart out," he said boldly, stretching his lean, strong arms up towards the ceiling. The muscles of his chest jumped lusciously under his pale skin, and Sakura found herself transfixed. Eager green eyes watched greedily as his hands made their way back down his body, seeming to caress his own skin. The sight was tantalizing.
Sakura desperately wished her hands were free – not to escape, as she'd wanted earlier, but to allow her to touch.
Seeming to have read her mind, her captor reached down to free her hands, ripping the ropes away from her wrists with his bare hands. He then proceeded to yank her pink and white dress over her head, leaving her lying on the bed in only her pale pink bra and panties.
Leering down at her, the man whistled and said, "Now isn't that a pretty sight?"
Sakura blushed. Despite having been with plenty of other men (and having gotten over her shyness a long time ago), she was still feeling self-conscious under this man's gaze.
"Sweetheart, there's no need to be shy. I like when my lovers are loud in bed – especially if they're screaming my name!" he said arrogantly, running one hand through her long pink strands while the other was stroking down one of her arms. Blinking, seeming to realize something, he looked down at her and said, "It's Sasuke, by the way." Seeing the blank look in her green eyes, he added, "My name – it's Sasuke."
"S-Sasuke?" she stammered out, curious. "Just Sasuke? No family name?"
Her captor – Sasuke's – black eyes seemed to become instantly distant and cool, nothing like the heated stares he'd been giving her previously. "No, no last name. I didn't give one to you, did I?"
His glare seemed so icy that it instantly froze Sakura to her spot. The glare served to cool the lust that had been rising steadily within her. No matter how handsome this man was, he was still the man who had kidnapped her; he was still dangerous.
Seeing the way the pink-haired girl shrank back away from him, Sasuke made an effort to calm down. "In this world," he explained, his tone somber, "a family name is all that matters. If your last name is important enough, then you will be recognized and treated well wherever you go. Respect does not have to be earned; it is given whether you personally deserve it or not."
Sasuke saw that Sakura didn't grasp what he was saying. He sighed. "I guess you wouldn't understand, being from a privileged background. You're used to all the perks that come from being from a well-known family. But for someone like me, who has been scorned all his life because of the lack of a family name, it's not the same. I don't like being reminded that not only do I not have an important family name, I don't have one at all."
He scoffed and remarked sarcastically, "Although, being a thief, I guess not being instantly recognized is good, ne?" His smile was a mockery; it held no amusement in it at all. "If you must know, the authorities gave me a nickname," Sasuke continued, smirking at the way Sakura instantly perked up and gazed at him curiously. "They call me Sasuke, Son of the Devil."
Seeing the way Sakura's eyes widened at the name, Sasuke rolled his own. "I guess you'veheard of me, then."
Sakura's green eyes were still in their rounded shape; surprise was easy to see in her gaze. Of course she'd heard of him! The Son of the Devil was the elusive thief that plagued the elemental countries' noble clans. He was rumored to sneak in during the night and make away with most of the family's riches, no matter how many guards were in place to protect their belongings. The next day, he proceeded to give away the money gained from his heist to the needy poor, keeping only a bit of the bounty for himself. He was a modern-day Robin Hood.
Sakura had always thought that, if she ever came across this pillaging man, this Son of the Devil, she'd give him a piece of her mind. Faced with him though, she thought he deserved a reward for what he was doing. Most of the clans he steals from gain their money through illegal means, anyway. They probably deserved what they got. She of course conveniently forgot how she had gotten her own money.
"I had no idea that was you," she breathed, astounded at the discovery.
Sasuke laughed, sending pleasant shivers up Sakura's spine. "Well, I don't make it a habit of telling people who I am – that would make it hard to stay secret, don't you think?"
Sakura nodded, feeling silly, something she had not experienced for quite a while.
"Now," Sasuke said, caressing Sakura's bare stomach, which successfully brought her attention back to the fact that she was only wearing her undergarments while he was only in his pants, "I believe we have much more fun things to be doing than talking about my secret identity…"
~ SAVAGE HEARTS - THE BEGINNING OF A SEXCAPADE – END
(1) I pretty much just described Sasuke's Shippuden outfit in a sexy manner. I only changed his big purple butt bow for a small purple rope 'cause that butt bow freaks me out.
REVIEW REPLIES [for chapter 8]:
Shirookamiinu: Haha, yes, Sakura's face will be priceless, I guarantee it. ;) As for love at first sight… Well, while Naruto leans towards guys, Sasuke hasn't experience the joys of being gay just yet. I'm afraid he won't fall in love quite so easily. Will lust at first sight do?
Xxgabigailxx: [for chapter 3] Thank you for thinking my story is cute despite the beginning being ItaNaru! I try [for chapter 5] Yes, she is, isn't she? [for chapter 8] Haha. Should I start referring to Sakura as "that thing" in the story? It could fit in some scenes…
xXPierceMyHeartXx: Thank you for giving me your honest opinion, and I'm sorry to hear that you can no longer enjoy my story. While I respect your opinion, I must point out that while Naruto did agree to go to the wedding, he never stated that he forgave her. Naruto said, and I quote, "Fine. Let's say I believe you..." Also, please take note that the title of the chapter was "the beginning of a pardon." Yes, Naruto doesn't like to make girls cry – that doesn't mean he's completely stupid. He was beginning to buy into her "I'm drunk!" excuse in chapter 8, but that does not mean he'll fall for it completely.
KitsuneNaru: Some of your requests will be granted! You'll just have to read on to find out which ones ;)
KoTenshi: Thank you for liking my story :) As for Sasuke sleeping with Sakura… I'm sure you got your answer in both this chapter and last! –sweatdrop- Sorry I didn't answer last chapter, when this answer would've been more relevant… And I'm pretty sure the other story you're referring to is Phantomsnow's Savages of the Heart. As we are both basing our stories off the same show, our plots will be similar in some things ;)
Takuya: Yes, that would be a good way for Karma to snap its fingers in Sakura's face and say, "In your face, biatch!" Unfortunately, I can't say this will turn out that way :( I can say that Naruto will eventually be known as Lord (Lady) Uchiha as well, though…
WindFall Lucivar: Ack! I don't want any of my readers to die of suspense! Sakura does have an appointment with Karma, but their final showdown won't come around till the end of the story… The first signs of it won't be for maybe another… 5 chapters?
Kitty Tokyo Uzumaki: Thank you very much for saying I'm awesome! –blush- As you probably noticed last chapter, Sasuke is now in the story! More of his background was given in this chapter, but since this is at the END of said chapter, you've probably seen that by now… -sweatdrop- As for the jealousy thing… Definitely in my plans! ;)