Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. If I did, Itachi would live FOREVER AND EVER. :3
No, I'm not deleting the story. I'm going to just keep it up until something happens (Hopefully nothing happens… I don't want anything to happen D: Ugh). If many stories do get deleted, then I'll just post a link to whatever new site I find on my profile.
Melancholy.
Destroyed.
Dispirited.
Saddened.
Autocrat.
Some light source decided to set its rays on the sensitive skin of her eyelids, making her see a blaring red. The obnoxious color stirred her awake and out of her deep sleep, groaning as she did so.
"Is she—"
"Perfect timing,"
"I'll go get the doc—"
Voices were heard around her, but she couldn't make out all of what they were saying, she could only pay attention to the redness that irritated her eyes. She tried to roll her head away from the light, but gentle fingertips pushed her head back to its original position. Sakura flinched away from the touch, but no one seemed to notice.
Slowly, timidly, she opened her eyes. Large, white lights were right above her, burning her eyes. She twisted her head away, lifting her hand to her forehead to rub it slightly, trying her best to ease the tension headache that decided to form behind her skull. She tried to calm herself with shaky breaths.
Sasuke never had people over, besides Naruto, and that was only once. Who were all of these people speaking? Sakura blinked a few times, trying her best to look away from the lights but someone's hands were keeping her head still. She didn't like it. Why were Sasuke's guests touching her?
Were they all going to do things to her… together?
Sasuke did seem quite normal lately; maybe he couldn't handle it anymore and he he snapped back to his insane self. He probably decided to spice things up for her, in his own sick, twisted way.
Sakura thrashed her head from side to side, forcing whoever to let go. "Don't touch me!" She shrieked, pinching her eyes closed as a habit. Whenever she spoke out she got hit in response, but this time, nothing hurtful came, only a strong grip on her biceps, forcing her to stay still.
She opened her eyes warily.
Only to be met with the familiar surroundings of a hospital room and not-so-familiar people. Two men stood in front of her. One of them was large, body-builder large. He wore a black trench coat over a gray suit, shiny gloves, and a black bandana covering his whole head. His face had two scars etched deeply into the skin; they were thick in width, making him look like an ancient warrior, his dark expression helped too.
The other man next to him was a couple of inches smaller, but also large in his own right. He had shaggy, brown hair and almond shaped black eyes. A strange metal headband framed his face that had the Konoha insignia carved on. Even though he was shorter than the other man, he didn't pale in comparison. They were both well-built and they looked like they could hold their footing quite well in a fight.
But they added up to only be two men and they were both in front of her with stoic expressions and their hands in their pockets. Who was holding her down? To answer her own question, she tilted her head to look up in her laying position; her green eyes met a pair of blue-green ones that were so familiar she almost mistook the beholder as someone else.
"Hello, Sakura," The blonde above her said carefully. He didn't want to startle her any more than she already was.
"M-Mr. Yamanaka…?" She whispered.
He nodded, smiling somewhat. "Yes, it's me, dear. Can I trust you not to act out anymore if I let go of you?"
Sakura nodded slowly, obviously trying her best to take everything in.
Inoichi cautiously lifted his hands away from her extremely thin arms; he barely had to use any of his strength to hold the rosette down. Stepping out from behind her hospital bed, he stood next to the brown haired man. "Sakura, this is Yamato and Ibiki," He said, indicating to each man when their name was said. "They are part of the Konoha Police Force; they're here to help you."
Once she made it clear in her mind that they weren't anyone threatening she became more relaxed.
"Police…?"
"Yes, Sakura, do you know where you are?"
"A hospital room,"
"Yes, you were found on the street outside of the station just an hour ago. Do you know what that means?"
Sakura stared at her best friend's father with wide eyes; she really didn't know what to say.
Inoichi sighed, looking at her with a relieved smile. "It means you're safe now."
Safe, free from harm, danger, she was out of the shadows and into the sunlight of a new day. She was out of Sasuke's claws just like that. Was that even possible, or was this some sick dream her conscious decided to stir up and throw at her?
"Safe?" She said irresolutely.
Inoichi nodded with a gentle smile. "We have to ask you a few questions, get you checked up, and then we can bring Tsunade in to see you. It's all procedure."
Inoichi left to go tell a doctor that she was awake, leaving Yamato, Ibiki and herself alone for the time being. The brunette, Yamato, grabbed a small chair from the corner of the room and set it next to the bed; he took a seat and gave her a warm smile. She didn't give one in return. The large man stayed standing.
"Sakura, we have some very important questions for you. We need to know everything that happened to you, every little detail, for your safety." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "I know that it'll be hard to talk about, but we need to put the person that did this to you behind bars before they can harm anyone else. I know this is a bit fast, but we have to do what we have to do. Do you understand?"
Sakura nodded softly, viridian eyes wide.
"Good, now, it is standard procedure that we record this session," He said as he pulled out the recording device from his pocket, pressing the 'on' button and setting it on the arm of the chair. "Haruno Sakura, do you have any idea who kidnapped you?"
Sakura shyly turned away from him to look at her hands in her lap. She was safe now; Sasuke couldn't get her while she was in the safety of the police. It was time to let justice take its course and punish Sasuke for what he did to her.
Her voice shook. "Sasuke Uchiha," She said with her eyes clenched tight.
Yamato and Ibiki didn't ask her very many questions. Once she said Sasuke's name both of their eyes seemed to harden. They never asked her what he looked like or where he lived, which scared her more than anything. Yamato only asked her how she was abducted and if she was raped before Inoichi came back with Kabuto Yakushi, her doctor.
When she came in for job shadowing, he was the one she shadowed. Kabuto was very serious about his work, barely making any mistakes and always holding his head high in the field. Sakura would be lying if she said she held no respect for him.
Kabuto lightly touched her shoulder in a comforting manner, asking beforehand just to make sure, he didn't want to startle her. He gave her a small smile and then proceeded with her examination. He did the simple things, taking her height and weight, asking her to pee in a cup, checking her blood pressure, and everything else a doctor would do in a normal check-up. Kabuto said that they would send in a female doctor for the more personal testing.
Soon enough, a young female doctor walked in. She had reddish-brown hair that was cut just above her shoulders and big, bright, brown eyes. There were strange purple marks on her cheeks, but Sakura chose to ignore them, they fit her anyway. The young doctor said her name was Rin. Sakura thought that it suited her too.
Rin went over the tests they were going to do. As embarrassing as it was, Rin asked what kind of sex Sasuke and she had. Anal, oral, or vaginal penetration; Sakura had shyly said yes to all of them, hiding her eyes behind her palm. Rin placed her own palm on Sakura's leg, letting her know that she wasn't judging her, which was so comforting that Sakura smiled demurely back.
Rin had to ask her about when she was raped, how many times, if any harmful items were used against throughout intercourse, if contraception was used, and other things that made Sakura squirm uncomfortably, but she got through it. Now was the time to be strong.
The brunette told Sakura about the tests again, saying she had to have a Baseline serologic test for syphilis and other STD's. She also said how she had to take vaginal discharge samples, which made Sakura flush, and samples from every penetrated opening of her body, to test for other STD's. Rin also mentioned a blood test and a drug screening; Sakura had mentioned to Kabuto about the drug abuse she received, he must have passed it on to Rin.
Sakura was asked to lift up her hospital gown and remove her underwear, which she slowly complied. Rin gave her a reassuring smile and said that everything was confidential; there was no need to worry. Sakura nodded and laid back. Rin did some uncomfortable things to Sakura's vaginal area, probing and testing, which made Sakura squirm like a fish out of water, but she stuck through it.
She didn't need to run away, she didn't need saving anymore. No more claws were stuck in her skin, holding her back and keeping her hostage. She was a free bird with a broken wing now. She needed to tough through the pain and uncomfortable feelings to get to the other side, the happier side.
It took around two full hours to do all of the tests, most them leaving Sakura feeling dirty, but that was no matter. Rin gave her one of her bright, comforting smiles as she stood up. She told Sakura that she was allowed to wash up in the bathroom and change into a new gown. She also said that Yamato, Ibiki, Inoichi, and Tsunade would be coming in after she was showered. Rin left the room and the comforting feeling went with her.
Tsunade sighed obnoxiously for probably the thirtieth time since she sat down in her own hospital's waiting room. She understood the rules and that she had to wait for Sakura to be done testing before she could see her. Sakura was eighteen now, Tsunade wasn't needed to sign the test papers and such, but she still wanted to see her. She's been waiting months; another hour was just too much for her anxious self to handle.
The blonde woman eyed the nurse sitting at the desk in front her, fidgeting in fear of the head doctor. Tsunade chuckled to herself, everyone seemed to be scared of her sudden wrath, and no one knew when she would explode. But, hey, fear kept her workers working, which in turn kept her working. Fidget little nurse, fidget, she thought bitterly.
Tsunade leaned back, closing her eyes and sighing once more. Her finger drummed against the arm of the chair she was sitting in, not noticing the large body that sat down in the chair next to her.
"She seems to be in shock, Tsunade, but I can't really blame her. It must be a lot to take in."
"Does she seem," Tsunade paused, thinking of the right word. "Damaged?"
Ibiki sighed, rubbing his palm against the scar on the left side of his face. "Well, in her predicament, she has every right to be dazed and… different. She'll definitely be put into counseling; no one goes through a situation such as hers without coming out as a different person."
Tsunade turned her honey eyes onto him. "Did she say anything about it yet?"
Ibiki sighed, clasping his hands together in a fashion that proved how uncomfortable he was. "Well, she named her abductor." He said quietly.
"Spit it out, Ibiki!"
The large man sighed once again. "She was abducted by Uchiha." He said carefully.
"Which one?" She asked frostily. Please say Itachi, please say Itachi, she begged in her thoughts.
"Sasuke Uchiha." Ibiki replied softly.
Fuck.
Sakura showered quickly, incredibly eager to see her aunt after so many months. She jumped out of the small cubicle and raced to get her clothes on. She slid the paper-ish gown on quickly, accidentally ripping a bit in the armpit area. She ignored the flaw to put on the cheap socks and new underwear provided for her.
The rosette was about to leave the bathroom in hopes of seeing Tsunade but a sudden wave of dizziness decided to sneak up on her. Her vision blurred and her stomach felt like it dropped to her feet. "Whoa," She moaned, rubbing her forehead in attempt to ward off the sudden vertigo.
Sakura opted to lean against the counter for a minute or so, she still felt strange from all of the tests Kabuto and Rin preformed, the shower did very little to make her feel cleansed. But, she was a big girl, she knew that the tests would do nothing but help her in the long run. All she had to do was bear with the feelings for now and then she would feel better.
Once she was done waiting out her dizzy spell, Sakura got up and slowly opened the door. She was surprised to see only Ibiki in the room, seeming to be standing guard by the door that led out towards the hallway. He nodded his head to her politely, waving his hand towards her hospital bed. She took the hint and went to lie down.
"Sakura, would you like to rest for a bit or see Tsunade? Either choice is perfectly acceptable." The large man said smoothly.
"I… I'd like to see Tsunade," Sakura said quietly, looking at her fingers as they fidgeted with the end of her blanket.
Ibiki nodded to her once more then stood aside, opening the door for Tsunade, Yamato, and Inoichi to enter the small room. Tsunade pushed past the three men in front of her like a tank to get to Sakura, wrapping her strong arms around her and squeezing so tight that Sakura thought her breasts might suffocate her.
Sakura started to tear up, her own arms tightening weakly around her busty aunt. "Shh," Tsunade cooed, "Don't cry yet, Sakura. You don't want to be all sobby when these men question you, right?" She asked. Sakura smiled and nodded.
The blonde pulled back to look at her niece, definitely noticing the signs of stress etched into her face. Her minty green eyes were glazed over darkly, almost sickly. Tsunade's heart clenched for the poor girl.
Tsunade gave Sakura a light kiss on the forehead and brushed her still wet bangs out of her eyes, flashing the pinkette a bright smile before sitting down in the chair next to the bed. The three men that were also in the small room gave them no time to reunite; they all sat down, got the recorder out and started their questioning.
They asked her many questions, each of them spurting out right after another. How her abduction happened was brought up again, asking her to explain everything step by step as if it just happened yesterday instead of seven months. They asked about Sasuke's car, ranging from the brand, to the model, the color, the license plates, even where she sat. She regretfully told them that it was a large black truck, which was all she knew.
The next arch of questions was about Sasuke himself. They still never asked about his appearance, which surprised her greatly, but she chose to ignore it, she wasted enough of her time thinking about him. Questions came up about where he lived, what it looked like, what she saw when she looked out windows, how many rooms, where was she kept, and so on.
Tsunade's hands clenched into white knuckled fists when Sakura said she was held in a small, windowless room with only a lamp, dresser, cot, and a small closet. She turned in her chair and cursed under her breath, when Sakura looked at her she seemed to have regained herself. She also shared about how Sasuke worked for Orochimaru as a translator. She turned towards Tsunade, expecting some form of a shocked reaction, but the blonde woman had her eyes closed and her hands re-clenched.
No one asked Sakura why she thought Sasuke abducted her, so she decided to bring it up herself. She told them about his strange tendencies. How his moods would flicker like a dying light and how he imagined people from his past, the Mikoto woman. Sakura shared about the time she found his medicine, easily piecing the puzzle together through medical and psychological knowledge.
Sasuke had Borderline Personality Disorder. Yamato sighed and looked at the ground when she shared that, she chose to ignore it as she did before. Sakura told them about how he would drug her, avoiding his own dosage and in turn, giving it to her. The drugs made her relaxed, weak, and sometimes immobile, depending on the amount she was given.
Next, they asked about her rape. The rosette turned pale and looked away from all of the eyes that rested on her form. She chose to stare at a small vase of fake flowers that were supposed to make the room feel homey for patients; they did nothing of the sort. As uncomfortable as it was, she told them the minimal amount, saying that yes, he did rape her, many times, but she never went into detail, only saying that he forced her through violence, other times she just couldn't say no.
Yamato asked her how the tests went, she just nodded. Tsunade asked which doctor ran them, Sakura said Kabuto and Rin. It was Tsunade's turn to nod.
The interview went on.
Sakura kept telling them about her seven month experience, digging up all of the memories that sat stagnant in the crevices of her mind. When she brought up Naruto, Sasuke's friend, the atmosphere in the room changed drastically. Inoichi sighed, Ibiki cursed, Yamato rubbed his cheek, and all of them had a sad, almost remorseful expression on their face.
"You met Naruto?" Tsunade asked suddenly in a strict tone.
Sakura turned to her with a questioning look. "Is that… bad?"
"No," Yamato said with a sigh. "He just doesn't deserve to come into questioning."
Tsunade growled. "We all know that he didn't do anything wrong!"
"Yes, but the judge doesn't know that." Ibiki shot back at her.
Sakura tried to ask more about the sunny haired boy who she met only once before, and not in the greatest of times, but no one would answer her. She took the hint and gave up.
Inoichi decided to cut questioning short, saying that it was late. The other detectives agreed. Yamato said that they'll be back the next day for another interview. Tsunade stayed with her for another half hour, coddling the pinkette and letting only a few tears slip, she was a strong woman, she could handle her emotions. Sakura, on the other hand, bawled.
Tsunade left her nieces hospital room with one last hug. Sakura wasn't allowed to have anyone stay the night for safety regulations, whatever that meant. She told Ibiki to shove it, but he rubbed her off with a grunt.
"Your men better be on that Uchiha's ass like butter on bread." Tsunade snapped at the three police men as soon as she shut Sakura's door behind her.
Yamato smiled awkwardly. "Lady Tsunade, men have already been dispatched to his home, I assure you."
"I don't give a shit." She barked. "I don't even want to hear his side of the goddamn story! I want his ass in a strait jacket and in a cell with padded walls."
"Tsuna—"
"No!" She laughed. "I want his next meal slathered in arsenic! Burn that bastard from the inside out!"
Ibiki rolled his eyes. "Tsunade, go home, get some rest. It's already five in the morning, you're just overtired. Come back in the afternoon when you can think straight."
Tsunade's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Don't tell me what to do." She said before she stalked off down the white hospital halls.
Sakura let the cool water blasting from the showerhead rinse her down for few minutes before she began washing her hair. It felt so nice to be back in a shower without the worries of someone else coming in to join her. She seemed to scrub just a bit harder at the thought and she quickly stopped, taking a deep breath before finishing up her shower speedily.
She left the bathroom wrapped in a large towel, quickly changing into a pair of sweats and baggy tee. The rosette combed out her wet strands of pink hair, growling whenever she had to detangle a vicious knot. She currently set to work on an annoying one that decided to form right smack in the middle of the back of her head when the doorbell rang. Tsunade wasn't home so she had to get the door, she groaned.
Sakura agitatedly got up and stumbled through the empty house to get to the front door. With the outside lights on, she could clearly see Yamato's tall form through the glass of the door. "Hi there, Mr. Yamato." Sakura said with a small smile as she opened the door. "What's up?"
Yamato returned her smile with a bright one of his own. Sakura wouldn't admit it out loud, but he was kind of handsome in a sophisticated cop kind of way. "Well, some things came up with the case and even though it's late, we kind of need to discuss it. Do you mind?"
"Oh," She mumbled, "Oh yeah, no problem!" She said with a fake smile. She was definitely uncomfortable now. "Please come in,"
Sakura stepped aside and let the older man in, shutting and locking the door behind her before she showed Yamato to the kitchen. He sat down at the table and accepted Sakura's offer to a drink. Sakura brought him a can of soda and slowly sat down across from him. It was obvious she was as uncomfortable as ever. If her twitching fingers, down casted eyes, and bouncing leg weren't enough to tell him that nothing else would.
"Sakura, I'm not here just to discuss things with you. I'm also here as a bodyguard."
Sakura lifted her head immediately, making contact with Yamato's black eyes. "Bodyguard?"
"Yeah," He sighed. "We recently got some reports of Sasuke being on the move. We don't know his current whereabouts, but the only reason he'd be running around is to either get away or," Yamato paused, holding her stare for a few seconds. "Or to come get you back."
Sakura could barely describe her reaction to his words. He would come get her… back? Her stomach clenched uncomfortably and she felt acid bile sting the back of her throat. Forcing herself to swallow it back down, she definitely didn't want to puke on the poor man; she turned away to look at the floor.
Holy shit, she thought. She couldn't find it in herself to comprehend anything else; her mind was a big black blob of emotion right now. Flashes of black, raven hair and matching eyes to boot jumbled around her mind. Fear mixed in as well. It was a catastrophe.
She just got rid of Sasuke, he got rid of her. Why would he want her back? What was so important about her that he wanted her back after she finally got the sweetest taste of freedom?
Maybe that was it, maybe he wanted her to enjoy the very few days she had away from him just so when he took her back it would be ten times more painful. He wanted her to see that Tsunade, Ino, and everyone else were ok, but he could ruin it all for her in a second. He was pushing her around when he wasn't even there.
It just proved how much power he had over her.
He could just be running away, a softer voice whispered in the back of her mind, behind all of the chaos.
Yes, he could just be high-tailing his wanted ass out. No one wants to go to jail; no one really wants to face their sins. Running away is what people do; Sasuke was just following the crowd. He didn't want her, and that was good, she didn't want him to want her.
While Sakura was unconsciously tracing the lines on the table Yamato took the liberty to walk around and lock all of the doors. He was supposed to stay with Sakura until dawn; Inoichi would have gathered a proper protection team for her by then. Sasuke would probably already be caught by them, they were cops not snails. They weren't going to sit around and mope.
Yamato sat back down at the table with the cherry haired girl, she was still out of it, the only thing telling him that she was alive was her roaming fingers. He sighed. "Sakura, it'll be ok." He reached forward and tapped the table, making her look up at him.
He smiled.
She nodded. "Uhm.. Thank you, Mr. Yamato." She said stiffly. "Tsunade should be back soon. She went late night grocery shopping."
Yamato realized what she was saying. "Ah," He acknowledged. "You can go to sleep if you'd like, Sakura. I'll be right here."
She nodded once more. "Thank you and good night, Mr. Yamato." With that said, she got up and went up to her room.
Sakura slowly got in her bed, not yet used to the mattress she had all of her life, she was still accustomed to a small, stiff cot. She tugged her blanket over her head, hiding herself from the world childishly. She tried her best to let sleep take over her but her mind was too frazzled.
She sighed. Sleep always used to come easy to her, now it was practically a competition between her conscious and her body's needs.
Sakura heard Yamato shuffling around downstairs and then a door opened. Tsunade was back. She heard their voices as they talked; Yamato was probably relaying the information to Tsunade as he did for her earlier. A small crash echoed throughout the house, making Sakura smile. Tsunade never handled bad news well; she probably dropped her cup of sake.
Next, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and heading to her room. She really didn't want to deal with her aunt's form of comfort; she was never too good at being soft either. Sakura decided to fake sleep, at least then she'd be able to put off the conversation until the morning.
Her door opened and Tsunade stepped in. Sakura fought off the urge to cover her head even more.
"Oh, Sa-Ku-Ra, don't hide from me,"
Sakura shot up and out from under the covers faster than she knew she could even move. Jade eyes met with obsidian instead of the honey gold color that Tsunade had.
Sasuke stood there with a dark smirk on his face which quickly turned into a malevolent grin that did nothing to hide his dark intentions. Blood was splattered across his white shirt and a little bit was also evident on his arms. He held a large knife in his hands, it was jagged and ridged threateningly, if someone was stabbed with it, it would probably shred muscle and tissue as easily as a blender.
Sakura felt sick at the thought.
Was that Yamato's blood?
"Oh, floare, my blossom," He cooed sweetly. "Don't look so scared."
Sasuke dropped the hunting knife, blood droplets dripping off of it and now onto her white carpet, but that was irrelevant. The deranged man walked towards her, his grin not faltering one bit. He crawled onto her bed and found his way on top of her. His hands were placed against her headboard on both sides of her head, caging her in like an animal.
"Oh, petite princesse," he whispered softly against her cheek. "I thought I could be rid of you, but it just isn't that simple." His cold fingers traced her jaw. "I'm sorry that I tried, it must have hurt you so badly that I just tossed you away. I'm so sorry that you had to deal with that, but I'm back now!"
He met her eyes, his grin replaced with an excited smile. "I'm back now and we can be together like you've always planned!"
Always planned? Where was he getting this from?
Before she could think anymore, Sasuke's thin lips covered her own. She went wide eyed. He smirked against her mouth, letting the tip of his tongue trace her bottom lip before he moved away to pepper kisses on her cheeks, forehead, chin, and then back up to the corner of her mouth.
Sakura tried to lift her arms to push him away but right when the thought entered her head she felt scales slide up her arms. She managed to look away from Sasuke to see two white snakes coiling around her limbs, one on each arm, holding her in place. She thought about kicking him but two more snakes coiled around her legs just like the first ones.
"Is Sakura thinking naughty things?" He asked menacingly, laughter evident in his words. He was enjoying every sick minute of this.
Sakura tensed her body up, insanely scared that one of the large reptiles would snap out and bite her. Who knew if they were poisonous? That thought alone made her heartbeat skyrocket.
"Calm down, floare, you sound like you might explode." He emphasized his point by running his fingers across her clothed chest, right where her heart resided. He bent down and placed a soft kiss above her heart. "That would be bad, wouldn't it?"
Sasuke looked back up at her, and what she saw made her squirm away in fear. Heart pounding, stomach clenching, erratic breathing fear.
Sasuke's eyes were pure black, no whites and no pupils. It was as if he had no eyes at all, just cold holes. He started panting, smiling insanely all the while. He looked as if he were about to say something but he groaned lustfully instead. Sasuke started grinding his hips against hers, his arousal evident against her midsection.
She felt like she was going to be sick... again.
Sasuke ripped her sleeping tee right down the middle, pushing the scraps away so he could lick every inch of her torso. Sakura cried out uncomfortably. She began to shiver when she felt the trails of his saliva begin to drip down her skin; it only added on to her disgusting feeling. Sasuke's tongue ravaged all of her chest and stomach, dipping into her navel, swirling around her ribs, and then moving up to her breasts. She pulled against the snakes but she couldn't budge.
Sasuke chuckled against her, his hot breath tickling her wet skin. She felt drops of his spit trail into her bellybutton; other drips went as far as the waistline of her sweats. Sasuke picked his head up to meet her eyes. His pierced hers, but she barely paid any attention to the black holes that were now his eyes, she only saw the dark red liquid dripping from his mouth and off of his chin.
Blood?
Sakura looked down at her bare chest, crying out when she saw the rivulets of blood trailing down. It wasn't drool but it was still disgusting, and not to mention frightening.
Sasuke's fingers gripped her chin and lifted her face so their eyes met. All Sasuke did was chuckle. When he opened his mouth a long, slimy, lithe tongue slipped out. It had to be at least a foot long. Her reaction made him smile wickedly.
"Oh my god…" Sakura whispered, so frightened that she was frozen in place.
"God?" He scoffed. "Don't call out some entities name when I'm right here, Sakura." He grinned. "I'm the only one you're allowed to think about."
Sasuke ground his hips into hers, pushing her into the mattress. He bent forward, his face a breadth away from hers yet his tongue went back to licking her navel. It was sickening to stare into his black eyes and feel his rough tongue slithering all over her.
"Stop…" She whimpered, eyes clenched shut. More blood trickled down her body as he kept up his monster-like tongue's movements. Sakura gasped when she felt the disgusting appendage worm its way up her neck. "Please,"
"Stop? But there's still a little bit of you that I haven't kissed."
All four snakes that were coiled around her limbs tightened. She gasped. Sasuke winked at her before he bent down, placing his mouth over her heart. She expected him to just give her an open mouthed kiss but the sudden pain of ripping flesh said otherwise. Sakura screamed bloody murder at the pain, closing her eyes tightly and clenching her hands and toes. The worst of the pain ended after a few seconds, but there was still a burning ache that resided.
"Hush," Sasuke cooed. He lifted his face up to her level, grinning.
Sasuke's pale face was covered in dark red blood. It shined against his skin, making him look ethereal. Her gaze switched from his face to the hand he was now holding up. In his palm was a heart, her heart. All of the valves looked ripped and tattered, they squelched blood as the still pulsing organ tried to pump out liquid life.
She physically gagged. Sasuke smirked.
The small heart thudded in his hand, it was still alive and so was she. It oozed out blood as it tried to do its job, failing because it wasn't connected to her system anymore.
"You see, Sakura," Sasuke said quietly, dragging his gaze back and forth from her to the organ in his hand. "I own you and there isn't anything you can do about it."
He leaned forward. "You can run,"
His free hand came up and wrapped itself around her neck. "You can hide,"
He let his face drift so close that their lips touched when he spoke. "You can do anything,"
His lips brushed sensually against hers, licking, sucking, and biting. The blood that stained his face was now smeared on hers. "But I'll always have control over you."
With that said he held her heart above her head and squeezed, letting the organ pop, the crimson blood raining down.
The cold porcelain toilet bowl felt so refreshing against her aching head. She didn't mind the thought of germs and bacteria; she just wanted to cool her temperature down.
The second she woke up she felt bile climbing up her throat. She jumped out of bed faster than an Olympic gymnast and dove for the toilet so she wouldn't have to clean up puke off of the floor. She groaned as another wave of nausea decided to smack her in the face. Preparing herself for the worst, she sat up on her knees, stared into the toilet, and prayed to god almighty that whatever would come out wouldn't bounce off the water and splash her face.
She felt something start to defy gravity inside and she braced herself. She puked up the rest of her dinner, which consisted of cereal and some crackers with cheese. One of the doctors, she forgot who, said that she desperately needed to gain some weight, so most of all she ate was carbs.
She groaned again. So much for gaining anything, she sneered at the puke in the toilet. After wiping her face and rinsing her mouth out she curled into a ball on the floor.
She was free, that much was obvious. Sasuke dumped her on the curb like trash, he wouldn't be coming back. He was done with her. Yet, her dream had her thinking otherwise.
It hurt to know that he wasn't done with her. He was haunting her, forcing her into a small corner of her own mind.
"You can run,"
Sakura clutched her head in her hands.
"You can hide,"
Her breathing turned ragged. "No, no, no."
"You can do anything,"
She gripped her hair and pulled frantically. Anything to make his voice go away.
"But I'll always have control over you."
It was too much, she broke down and began to cry.
Sorry for any weird mistakes, I hate how FF handles italics .
Well, this was supposed to be the last chapter, but there's so much that I need to clear up that I decided to just end this chapter here.
I'll clear up how Sakura originally got free, her pregnancy, what happened to our dearest Sasuke, and all of that fantastic jazz next!
I hope you're all excited!~Much thanks to Fabia13 for inspiring me to write quicker and all of the nice reviews!
