A/N: This is a very graphic story (extremely twisted). If you don't like, don't read. Themes of rape, drugs, and violence will be present.
MadaSaku. AU/ Graphic content, Rated M for a reason. Don't like? Don't read.
Summary: Life plays a wicked game with people, and for some the loss is greater compared to the others. For Sakura Haruno, the game is just about to begin.
Ch11: Suds
The bathroom was still, nothing but the sound of dripping water on the tub. A pale body stayed still refusing to make ripples in the water bringing notice the bruises on her thighs. Sakura's eyes were no longer swollen from crying, but they showed lack of sleep. Her face was completely still, nothing out of place. Her hair clings to every surface of skin it came in contact with. The door opened, and she knew who it was. She brought her knees to her chest trying to cover herself.
Madara slipped into the tub right behind Sakura, his legs spread to make sure she was sitting in between. He silently hisses at the heat of the water and the contrast of the cold marble of the tub. Sakura wasn't moving and the smell of peaches wafted in the humid air. Madara's smile found his lips, enthusiastic to see Sakura do his bidding. "Wash my hair" he commanded. Sakura's head lifts up almost automatically and she reached for the shampoo.
It has been days that she had lived in Madara's house and everyday there was a new threat, a new bruise, a new modicum of pain and pleasure that she's embarrassed to feel. It had only been days but it dragged on as if it lasted a year already. Each bruise on her body was a new lesson that was forcibly ingrained in her brain. She was treated with nothing but utmost respect in the house, she was pampered when Madara would leave. The only activity she does is play with her toy given to her by Itachi, and observes the garden.
The water had a milky color to it, only showing the top of Sakura's breasts. She made a move to stand up giving Madara full view of her plump ass. She made a move to sit on the edge of the tub placing both of her legs besides Madara's shoulders. His long and wild hair was actually very soft, but its wild appearance made it look rough. It was extremely long and reached the end of his back. Sakura's fingers lathered the right amount of shampoo on his hair and gently massaged his scalp. Madara never ordered Sakura to do such a thing but he finds the pleasant action to be welcomed. He found out that Sakura genuinely had nurturing skills and a soothing touch making him think that she would be an amazing mother, it made him smile at the thought.
Green eyed Uchiha's can you imagine that picture? Running around the house, or better yet a pink haired Uchiha? Madara chuckles a little at the thought. Madara never thought about having children, but with Sakura it made him think about the possibilities, the amount of power he will hold beneath his fingertips just because he will have an heir to his name.
Her dainty fingers massaged his temple absentmindedly and Madara lets his guard down for a moment getting lost in the relaxing touch. The way she touched him when she was like this made his chest welled up in satisfaction. He tilts his head up to catch her eyes, glazed over with inattention. Her hands stopped eventually and she found the detachable shower head. She removed herself from the edge of the tub and kneeled behind it to leave Madara's head and hair hanging as she washes it. Sakura treated Madara like he was fragile; it was all new to him because no one ever did this to him, not like this.
Right after Sakura washed his hair she opted to leave the bathroom, leaving him to his own devices. Madara has already brought her different clothes, some was his personal pick. She picked a pajama set with small polka dots, the light blue hue calming in her eyes. The bed was big, but not big enough for Madara to leave Sakura alone. He would often wrap his arms around her and she found no sense in protesting as soon as she knew that he would spout threats that he can actually carry on. She plopped on the bed and played with her toy until it was time to sleep. Madara finally went out, his hair still dripping.
Sakura still hated him even though her action says otherwise. When he reached the bed Sakura held his towel and helped him dry his hair. Madara felt like a king being spoiled by his queen. She led his head on her lap and she combed his fingers through his scalp and hair remembering how she would do the very same thing for Itachi. "You're thinking about him" he growls out. Sakura's attention snapped back to reality stopping her ministrations. His eyes were closed obviously enjoying the feeling of her hands. Her thighs were soft warm reminding Madara of the naps he would take on his mother's lap when he was a kid.
Sakura watched his straight nose, and his closed eyes. How his thick lashes landed on top of his cheeks making it stand out more with his pale skin. He was truly a beautiful man, nowadays Sakura finds herself blushing when she sees him with his eyes closed, but as soon as he opens them everything was brought back to her memory, of how everything has recently unfolded in her life. His dark eyes were all consuming, sucking her in closely. Her free hand started caressing his cheek, noticing how cold he was. He slept with just a pair of sweat pants and no shirt. Her eyes would always wander to his chest wondering how much blood would come out if someone were to inflict a wound on him… if she would inflict a wound on him.
Madara loved the warmth of her palm and her soft skin. "My term break is about to end." She says, Madara just hums in response. "I need to gather some things for school" she speaks again. Madara was still too busy enjoying her ministrations. Sakura breathed in trying to hide her frustration. "I would like to go to school, please Madara-sama." She says calmly. Madara couldn't help but smile, still not opening his eyes. Sakura watched his face light up, "Of course, dear." his voice really low. She didn't want to bother and thank him, when she noticed that Madara was already in deep relaxation she moves him off. She gently places a pillow underneath his head. Madara still stayed still with his eyes closed wondering what her next move would be. She places his hair by his side making sure he won't make knots in his sleep. She tucks them both in bed and she occupies the far end..
Madara was thoroughly disappointed because of this; he almost started seeing red when he remembered the picture of Sakura and Itachi sleeping together in bed. The sheets made a sound of shuffling body as Madara pressed himself closer to Sakura. His bare chest feeling how warm her back is, his height to his advantage tangled his legs with hers. He could feel her breathing pick up but she doesn't move, making herself believe that she is capable of falling asleep in a situation like this.
She closes her eyes, thinking about how different it was sleeping beside Itachi. She misses the feeling of security that he provided and how comforting his presence was just by being there. She just misses someone being there for her even when she lived most of her life fending for herself and standing on her own two feet. She didn't see it coming; she misses her family and having dinner together.
Madara's face was buried in her hair, enjoying the smell and softness. He felt himself ebb into sleep but Sakura had too much on her mind. She refused to move not wanting to wake up Madara or give him another erection. Sleep for her was a delicacy lest she wants to suffer another nightmare.
"Alright, I'm glad all of you are present here and it looks like you all had a relaxing break" Kakashi said a little too happily. "We'll be practicing a new medium now which is called carving. Carving is different because it is a deductive method of 'sculpting' meaning instead of adding material to create a form we remove it to make shape-" Sakura was drowning out what Kakashi was saying, already reading the lesson before it even started. She was focusing on the block of wood in front of her, thinking what should be her masterpiece. Not soon after Kakashi started roaming around the room observing everyone and how they made their sketches on the wood.
"Hm, if I didn't know better I'd say you're being lazy Sakura-chan" he says behind her, startling Sakura a little bit. She looks back at him with an easing smile, "I just felt like doing abstract today, Kakashi-sensei" she noticed his eyes doesn't crinkle making it known that he wasn't smiling underneath his mask. "Sakura-chan, you could always move to a bigger block if you don't feel that is not enough." Sakura for the first time in her stay in the university did not feel like making something. She was thoroughly demotivated. Kakashi had always had an eye for incredible talent, and he knew what Sakura was about to become. He does not take lightly this slump that Sakura is obviously in, but he knew how to turn it around to her advantage. "Sakura-chan, move to the bigger block." He mutters one last time. Sakura could just raise an eyebrow at him wondering what his sensei would want from her.
The block was almost to Sakura's height, it was thick and now Sakura's mind was running with what to do with it. Kakashi couldn't help but smile knowing that his student was already in the process of making her masterpiece. Sakura looked at Kakashi, her eyes watering from the thoughtful action of her sensei. "Thank you, sensei" she says. Her hands started sketching and immediately grab the tiny chainsaw, only to receive a knock on the head by Kakashi. "I want you to make a masterpiece, not a disaster to be. Wear your protective gear Sakura-chan." He says flatly. Sometimes he fears that the more he introduces Sakura to bigger and harder mediums that her carelessness would get the best of her and think he would only be the one to blame.
Sakura is a talented artist, Kakashi believes. She had potential right beyond the stroke of the brush even when she is unmistakably good at it. He watches her small hands remove big chunks of wood. Sakura was already too involved with her sculpture taking shape for her to notice that it was already late in the afternoon. Kakashi observed her technique and some areas she could improve from but remained silent and waited for her to be satisfied with her work before she stops. Only a moment has passed when she finally stopped, and Kakashi watched her wipe the sweat off of her head, removing the safety gear and putting the equipment back in place.
"Take a seat Sakura-chan, we have something to discuss." He says, Sakura obediently took a seat wherever one was near her. Her doe like eyes showed Kakashi how eager she was to listen or to learn, which made him wish that all of his students were to be like this. "It's no secret that you are my favorite Sakura-chan" he starts off, and Sakura blushed at this. "And I thought that it would be best for you to know that this is my last year in the university." Sakura looked baffled, "Kakashi-sensei, why?" her eyes felt like watering again, having to lose someone she grew to be fond of. "Things came up, and I have a higher calling or so it seems, I will resign right after your last exhibit. I will be leaving the country for a while." His tone was final, and Sakura wished that he didn't tell her. "I just want to see how far you've come under my tutelage Sakura-chan" she was undoubtedly sad with the news but it served to fan the flame in her. "I'll do my best Kakashi-sensei" she says. Kakashi dismisses her and worked to pack his things.
Sakura was by the door when she turned around, "Kakashi-sensei" she calls out, he in return looks in her direction with a questioning look. "I'll make you proud" she says with a sincere smile, Kakashi's heart skipped a beat and without the mask she would have seen him blush. He watched her walk away and held her promise close to himself.
"Itachi-kun how nice it is to see you" Madara purrs out as Itachi walks into his office with papers at hand. "Everything is in order; there are go signals everywhere for the operation to continue under my management in America." Itachi says flatly. Madara was silently ticked at how composed he is. "Ah, I do hope you have a safe trip going there Itachi-kun. I know you won't disappoint me, I have utter faith in you." Madara said condescendingly. It was in Madara's mind to separate Sakura and Itachi this way, it would be best if her focus was solely on him rather than anyone else. Sasuke posed no threat, as he was the one most likely to do his bidding than the defiant man in front of him.
"Sit down Itachi-kun, we need to talk" Madara said, a hint of danger present in his voice. Itachi did as he was told and sat down with him, his features was still cold and unrelenting. "Itachi-kun, as you are aware of my birthday is almost less than three weeks from now, and I am having a difficult time of choosing a ring for dear Sakura chan." Madara smiled watching Itachi grow rigid at the news, but still he said nothing. "Madara-sama, I think you would know better. You have everything at your disposal." Itachi says flatly. Itachi already knew that Madara would do everything and anything in his power to corner Sakura and anyone else who gets in the way. The engagement did not surprise him in the least, but it only served to his advantage.
"If you'll excuse me Madara-sama, I have work to finish." Itachi stood up and dismissed himself. Madara was certainly pleased that he caused Itachi great displeasure at the news. Madara checked the clock and looked at his phone to see if he got a text from Kisame. He has Kisame monitor Sakura's activities making sure that the only places she will go to is her school and his house, anywhere he isn't present will be unacceptable. He dialed Kisame's number and the man immediately answers. "Boss, the girl wants to buy some supplies." He mutters in the phone. "Ask her what she needs and have it delivered to our house." Madara says in a final tone. He heard the phone get snatched and Kisame's protest.
"Hello?" Sakura says softly into the phone, Madara will never get over how pleasant she sounds most of the time. "Yes my dear?" he grins at the way he says it because he could feel Sakura scowl at this, "I need to go to the shop myself, I am not familiar with certain brands that I'll be checking." She says curtly, Madara just hums in response. He chuckles when he hears her make an aggravated sigh. "Please Madara-sama" she says. "Alright, bring Kisame with you." Madara sounded like a strict parent at that and he dropped the call. Sakura returned the phone to Kisame's side and kept her stare straight on the road. "Madara says I can go and you should come with me" she says in a straight manner. Kisame only grunts in response.
The tall man was being stared at, and personally Kisame doesn't mind. He had odd colored skin and his teeth made him look like a shark, to most people he looked scary and his height made his brute strength apparent. But he had to admit to himself that he looked ridiculous walking with a tiny pink haired girl. They looked like an odd bunch. He stares back at the people who looked at them for far too long scaring them with his scowl. He waited right outside the store watching Sakura through the glass. A lot of people looked at Sakura, but not the way they did with Kisame. He observed that most people gave her looks of endearment, maybe it was just something she naturally brings out in people with the way she looks matching with her actions. He huffed at his realization.
Sakura didn't last long and eventually walked right out with a bag at hand. It was already turning dark and he wanted to get home as quickly as he can, he finds it bothersome to watch this girl and missing in the line of action he so loved. In his musings Kisame noticed that Sakura was no longer by his side, he became frantic for a moment doing his best to hide the fact that he let her slip even just for a second. Punishment after punishment passed through his vision and he didn't want to face either one. Just as quickly as he lost her she came back with something at hand. She was looking up at him, she barely reached his chest. Kisame stared at her for a minute noticing why people looked at her the way they did. She had soft features, not like the other models or anything, but she was something from a fairytale.
Her hair brought out her features all the more and her green eyes were soft to look at. Her lips were poised naturally to look like she was ready to be kissed any minute now. Kisame found himself blushing, now understanding why Madara was so obsessed with this girl and going great lengths for her. "Eat, the takoyaki is warm" she says. She further pushed the food in his direction and he took it. "Er, thanks pinkie" he mutters. They both ate on their way to the car and had a quiet drive home. Kisame no longer wanted to look at Sakura and opted to ignore her existence the entire time.
Dinner was quiet; Sakura's thoughts were occupied with her next masterpiece. Madara was observing her eat and her movements were mechanic, seeing that she was deep in thought. "Care to tell me what's on your mind?" he started. Sakura snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Madara, her expression was empty of distaste and hatred making Madara raise a brow at her. "Hm, it's nothing. I was just thinking about school." Madara made a move to grab his drink and peer at her. "Is that so" Sakura missed the dangerous tone of Madara. "I'm still thinking about the finishing touches of the sculpture I'll make… it's not that interesting but I want to make my sensei proud. He's leaving soon." She mutters, and a pang of jealousy sparked through Madara, but he chose to let this slide for once because Sakura has been awfully pleasant tonight.
Right before they went to bed Sakura was working on something on the table in their room. She was preoccupied with a sketch Madara couldn't peer at. He sat patiently in bed watching her face morph into a determined expression. "Sakura" he calls out, and she looked at him with wide eyes asking him why. "Go to bed" Madara commanded. There was no spite in her face at the moment; it was as if Madara had done her no wrong at all. "I'll be there in a-" she stops as Madara's voice thundered in the room. "Now." He demanded. A look of disappointment was displayed on Sakura's face as she abandons her work. She looked at it one last time and dropped her pencil.
The closer she got to bed the more she felt the temperature drop, she tries to hide a shaky breath. Her pajamas this time was a plain pink one with sleeves that shielded her from the cold, Madara didn't appreciate her hiding her skin, this would be something he'll correct after their engagement. He was letting her be comfortable; he watched her act like she was fine with everything that was happening right now so as long as he doesn't touch her in a way that was not favorable in her opinion. Sakura was someone who thrived on touch, she would always find herself touching Madara absentmindedly. Sakura planned to no longer make things harder for herself, for some reason in the back of her head there was a voice telling her to strike when the time is right and to her self control she lessen her rebellious actions.
As she climbed on the bed Madara's arms were open, she paused for a minute and repositioned herself so that her hands were on his head massaging his scalp again. The action wasn't something he found romantic, but thought it was just something she would do to anyone and he didn't know that he was actually right about that. He was finding this routine rather boring and flipped her underneath him. "M-Madara, please not tonight" she was scared, and he lived on it. He proceeded to kiss her neck ignoring her protests and her fingernails digging on his biceps.
"Please, not tonight!" she was pushing him with all her might. His hands eventually found the button of her pajamas and started sucking on her nipple without even completely removing the article of clothing. She whines out loud and she pulled on his hair trying to remove him from her breast but all she felt was a sharp bite. "Please not tonight!" she screamed one more time. He lifts his head up and looked into her eyes, "Just this once, comply." She gave him a look of disbelief.
A rapist was actually bargaining with his victim.
"Madara, please." She begged one more time. Madara kissed her on the mouth, he was so hungry for more. His kiss was fervent, harshly kissing and biting her lip. She was still shy and always needed coaxing to play with his tongue. She was so gentle and never did she kiss him with the same passion. "Touch me" he said in between kisses. She was breathless, her hands still pushing his broad chest. She paused quickly until Madara took one of her hands and trailed it down his body. She felt the contours of his chest, and his well defined stomach, her breathing got caught in her throat when Madara's hand made hers brush his erection. She was still for a moment, at a loss with what to do and that was what Madara loved about her the most.
She was new to everything, he could mold her into anything he pleases. He kissed her very passionately this time and in between those fiery kisses he ordered her "Stroke me, do whatever you want." The palm of her hand slowly stroked his erection. He was really big and she knew that was the reason why it was always difficult to walk right after. His breathing was turning ragged the more she stroked him, his mouth found her neck and she was well heated up too but refused to admit it. His free hand found her breast and played with it. She silently panted as her other hand playing with his hair and trying to remove knots. "Remove my pants" he huskily said through her neck. She was full of hesitation and with Madara's impatience he guided her hand underneath his pants instead, actually feeling the softness of her palm this time. His heat got more intense and he maneuvered to remove everything of his.
Sakura's eyes watered at this, feeling powerless against this man and his wants and needs. Madara made her hand grip his length gently teaching her how to stroke his erect member. Tears flowed right out of her as Madara slowly thrusts in her hand. Madara's hands now disposed of her pants much to Sakura's protests. She made a breathless whine as Madara's hand touched the wetness in her panties, he grins at this. Madara was going insane at the pace that she was going and his control was about to break, with one final kiss Madara cums on Sakura's stomach loving how she looked breathless right after the kiss and how his cum glistened on her.
Her face held a blush and her eyes looked anywhere but in his direction. She looked breathless from the kiss that left her lips look all the more enticing. Sakura made a move to go to the bathroom but Madara stopped her right before she could leave the bed. Madara pressed Sakura's back to his chest and effectively trapped her arms to her side as his arm wrapped around her. She was in between his legs and his free hand slipped underneath her underwear. His fingers started rubbing her clit making a series of moans come out of her mouth. She was still struggling against his probing fingers and she froze as soon as one slipped in her.
The fire she felt at the pit of her stomach started engulfing her alive and all the words that came out of her mouth became incoherent. "Tell me what you want Sakura" he whispered to the shell of her ear. He added another finger and quickened his pace. He left her ear and started sucking on her neck from behind. His legs maneuvered hers to spread them wider. As he leaned back Sakura's torso followed and he added another finger making sure to stretch her. She was extremely frustrated with her situation, wanting him to stop and continue at the same time. His fingers left her slit, and he asks once again "Tell me what you want Sa-ku-ra" he says throatily. A whine escaped her lips and more frustrated tears. "Please" she said, "Please what?" Madara was having fun this time to know that he broke the routine. "Please let me go" she cried out, no longer caring if she will feel pain from the loss of her supposed release.
Madara growls at this and returns his fingers back to her slit, slipping in three fingers at once. A small scream erupted from Sakura and his pace was quick and harsh. She couldn't stop Madara and her breath increased as the pleasure she was feeling escalated too quickly for her to comprehend. It was too quick and Sakura saw a flash of white, stopping in her struggle and succumbed to her orgasm. Madara kissed her lovingly seeing her glow in an instant after her orgasm. He cradled her and held her still as they both caught their breath. "Tomorrow, I would like you to meet someone." He says, Sakura stayed still not having the energy to talk anymore. She sorely wanted to take a bath and get away from Madara for a moment.
His voice became lower as he signaled that he was going to fall asleep, "Someone close to me will teach you all about the Uchiha clan law tomorrow." He murmured, and Sakura felt his breathing go even. "Madara" she calls out, but he doesn't respond. He was well into his sleep she assumed, "I don't know what happened to you." Her voice was low as well, just above a whisper. "But I wish you never ended up like this Madara… you should know, that it's not right to take out your loneliness on people." She was choking on her tears remembering her best friend and how he took away her family in a snap of a finger.
"I will never forgive you for everything that you've done."
Madara waited for Sakura's breathing to go steady until he opened his eyes. This time it was his turn to evade sleep for the night.