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.
Ch29: Flames
With every step the man took within the small home a soft clink of metal and the ruffling of clothes could be heard. His deep baritone reverberated through the hallway as he hummed his jolly tune, his smile crinkled his eyes because that was how wide it was. His aristocratic features highlighted by the natural light the moon provides as he happily took his time to see his heaven again. He was like a starved man about to have his first meal in decades.
The coppery smell wafted around him in abundance as the sticky red substance enveloped his appendages. His favorite gun at hand, ready to kill at his will swung in the air as he could no longer contain his excitement. The Senju woman has put up quite a fight but it was like an insect bite with what she did to him. A stab was nothing to a god like him.
A small pang of regret assaulted his chest as he thought about how he would greet his beloved after so long. He missed her so much and he could already smell the lavender emanating from her room. Silently, a pin could drop and it would be heard thanks to his fluid cat like motions. He was walking grace and smoothly went inside without even alerting the sleeping girl, his beloved.
It had been too long, and the remaining months even thought the flowers had bloomed and the ground has melted the cold, cold ice it remained chilling for him as his very own ray of sunshine was gone from his side. No other color was vivid enough to compete with the vibrancy of her eyes, no flower as gorgeous as she will ever be.
The strong smell of blood and smoke woke Sakura up and she immediately stands up in a flash, worried that there might be a fire burning the house, but what she saw was considerably worse. Her throat constricted and her stance almost wavered as he positioned herself in a defensive one. Her heart was beating too loud, loud enough to snap her out of her disorientation. The cloud was gone and the thumping in her chest became almost unbearable. Was this one of her damning dreams again? But it had been so long since she had one. The stress she was feeling was nothing like before, the creaking of her joints and her erratic pulse slapped her with the truth that she was indeed awake this whole time.
The glow of his skin and the vibrancy of the red stain on his white dress shirt told her that he was not a figment of her imagination no matter how badly she wanted him to be. She willed herself to focus even as the worry in her veins begged her to find out who the blood came from, because with the way he stood tall and unwavering told her that he was in no means hurt that badly. "My beloved" that voice, how she detested that voice, it was deeper than the depths of hell than she remembered and that smile defined the stress lines that weren't there on his face before, it seems that he had aged even more and yet kept his handsome features still.
"Won't you come greet me?" he said almost with a purr of delight.
Tsunade? Where was she? Was she alright? There was a myriad of questions she would like to ask but she inched closer to the window. Her adrenaline was pumping high and hard right now, and her bravery went off the roof like what she was about to do now. The best thing she could ask for was a quick death or at least an injury that would render her useless for life. Do not resuscitate, she thought.
The worst could be that she ends up injuring a part of her that would render her the inability to run or escape and very much alive. "Do you really think that would be enough to escape me Sakura?" his tone was playful and deceivingly so. If it weren't for his excitement Sakura would have been bent over right now.
On an impulse Sakura grabbed a potted plant and hurled it his way, a simple tilt of his head evades the ceramic projectile. He hid his surprise with the precision of her aim. Their time apart has changed his Sakura and he would make sure that he will correct that once he brings her back into her new home. "How did you find me?" Sakura growls out, every bit of malicious intent evident in her tone of voice; Madara was not pleased to see this side of his Sakura, so fearless and violent. "Oh my beloved, if you only knew. I believe there is something about lovers that just pulls them together in the end." He said sweetly.
The gun shined under the moonlight and it was enough to scare Sakura in a way to see him hold one. Right now she could see that he is not in the right mind at all and that this was something that could put her at risk, he could actually shoot her and knowing him he would just make sure he would hit a part that would debilitate her and not completely harm her. "Bull fucking shit, isn't it obvious that I don't want to be with you?" Slowly frustration was creeping up on Sakura, the house was too quiet, and even Tsunade would have heard of this by now. "When will you stop Madara? When will you understand that you cannot own people?!" his wicked smile widened, "I don't like your tone Sakura, believe me that I have sorely missed you and I don't want to punish you and make our reunion quite terrible." Madara offers his free hand out for Sakura to take and smiles at her adoringly "So won't you please surrender to me?" his voice sending chill down her spine.
What Sakura did next caught Madara off guard as she rushed with full force in Madara's direction and quickly kicks him with both legs as she jumped. The force was enough to knock him to the ground and catch him breathless. The gun skidded on the other side near the door and Sakura bolted immediately in that direction along with the gun at hand. All the doors she has passed along were open; making it all the more obvious that Madara had searched for her thoroughly. The moment she stepped into the living room made her stop in her tracks. Her short hair falling on her face, green eyes wide in shock and instantly watering at the sight of a dead Tsunade soaking the carpeted floor with her blood
There were bloodied and empty sockets where her eyes should be, her mouth open wide with blood pouring out. Upon closer inspection some of her fingers were missing, and to her mortification it looked like they were ripped off. How did she not hear all of this? The room was in an immaculate condition except for the center where the corpse laid. Sakura wiped her face and continued to run, swearing to grieve for the woman who made her stronger later on. The tears and the painful constricting of her chest made her slow down as her sobs grew louder, but the haunting noise of Madara's footsteps recharged her purpose every time she had a chance to hear it.
"If you open that door and run through it Sakura, believe me it will not do you any good at all. I will forgive you for what you did just now, and I would never want to hurt you, but if you go out through that door with me by your side I will go easy on you and we could go back to the way we were before." His tone at the end softened and his smile became a little too gentle, even the way his eyes mollified it was enough to mask the blazing anger and insanity in them. Sakura glared at him, doing her best to hide how her body trembled and instead pointed the gun at Madara with both hands for a better aim. Madara looked at her and changed his expression to a very loving one. He couldn't help but admire how real she was in front of him right now, no longer those dulled versions of her in his dreams or how she would disappear when he blinked. And yet here he was, blinking and breathing and she was still there right in front of him. It was exhilarating to a point where he could feel himself go hard at the thought of feeling her soft skin again.
"I'd rather you die first you bastard." Tears slipped out of her eyes without her permission and yet her facial expression almost seemed feral, Madara swore that her green eyes glowed in the dark just like wildfire. "You killed Tsunade, you killed Ino. I should have smothered you with a pillow while you slept back then. I don't know why I was too scared before to become a monster like you but now, it seems like you're not giving me an option at all! How dare you!" her shrill scream echoed around them as Madara chuckled until it was his turn to laugh almost hysterically. His shoulders shook as he laughed and he heard the gun click and aimed directly to his head. Sakura's stance was hard and unwavering. Before Madara could even blink Sakura fired the gun and he dodged the bullets easily as he dove to where Sakura was standing. The butt of the gun landed on his jaw even before he could get a hold of her.
Sakura didn't have the chance to turn the knob on the door when Madara painfully rips her off of it. His free hand twists her hand that held the gun and breaks it in the process. Sakura doesn't yelp in pain and instead swung her leg from underneath her and aimed for Madara's private parts, only for her attempt to be thwarted as he steps on her calf and made her kneel painfully with now both of her arms twisted behind her as the rest of her torso hung forward. The stress of her weight hung heavily on the joints of her shoulders. Madara's height made him tower over her, the foot on her calf added pressure almost making it unbearable for Sakura, but she refused to make a sound still even though she was feeling a different form of pain.
Suddenly she felt his foot land on her left shoulder slowly adding his weight that was when Sakura felt her cold sweat break out. Every hair on her body rose up as she felt his breath on the nape of her neck, "You know I never wanted to hurt you Sakura." The cold caress of his breath on her skin made her remember the times where he would violate her all too vividly. "But it seems like those people have corrupted you while you were gone from my side. You really leave me no choice but to discipline such awful behavior." His free hand caressed the side of her face gently and with one quick jerk the foot that was resting on her left made her joint snap quickly dislocating it. Sakura screamed for the first time in pain that night and Madara watched her pant on the floor unable to cradle the oddly angled arm with her broken wrist. She could barely lift her head and with all her writhing she wasn't able to wipe the drool from her mouth as her face became numb. Madara lifts her up by her hair and crouched down to her level peppering kisses on the side of her face and even then she tried to butt his head with hers if it weren't for his other hand ripping her hair from her scalp.
Madara made her kneel and forcibly dragged her to the living room where Tsunade laid. A hand gripped her jaw hard and made her look in the direction of the corpse. "This is what will happen to the people who took you away from me. All of them will pay." The tone of his voice was so nonchalant as if killing people were his hobby, and for now Sakura didn't know how right she was at that. "Those who took you away will be begging for death once I am done with them." Sakura couldn't feel her face because of the adrenaline rush and the pain, she couldn't utter a single word as her lungs painfully tried to take in as much air as possible with her erratic breathing. Her hair was everywhere and stuck to the side of her face as her perspiration made them do so. With one last look Madara made her stand up on her one good leg and she still didn't lose the will to escape him. The hand on her head painfully ripped a few hairs in the process as he slammed her to the wall painfully relocating the joint at the same time. She howled one more time as she fell to her knees which her face followed next.
Madara had a satisfied grin on his face seeing Sakura stay still on the floor and nothing but her breathing could be heard in the hallways. Her hair formed a halo around her and soon after he crouched to her level on the floor her ragged breathing stopped as she passed out from the pain. Ever so gently as if he never did her any wrong, he lifts Sakura and cradled her in his arms as he brought her to her new home.
Sakura woke up in a wide bed with tall posts with the curtains tied to make the light hit her. She felt like she was in a cloud with how she felt like she was floating. She knew that she should be in terrible pain right now but she wasn't, the pain was dulled considerably. Her damaged wrist was bandaged and in a splint. Her vision dragged as she moved her sight to focus at something else. Her hearing was coming back to her as she realized that there was something playing in the room. The warm lighting in the room made it difficult to focus for her and she had to snap out of her drowsy reverie. Her legs had multiple bruises and she tried to flip herself over to better raise her head as she leaned on her good shoulder.
She was wearing pristine white robe that stopped at her calf, and there was a television a bit further away from the foot of the bed. It was the news and at first Sakura couldn't digest what the reporter was saying but there was a burning house and she realized that it was Madara's mansion. Multiple cars were parked right in front of the burnt building and cops and investigators alike had grim expressions on their face. The footage was on a loop and then began playing all over again and this time Sakura could understand everything better in her drugged up state.
"Within one of the well known clans in Konoha faced a devastating tragedy around 9 in the evening. The Uchiha main house was bombed and the motives behind it are still unclear. Massive amounts of bodies have been recovered and according to the police count there are more that they have yet to find. There are no survivors whatsoever as they see it. The body count is still undetermined as of late."
"The whereabouts of the former Uchiha Clan head Madara Uchiha, also the former CEO of the Uchiha corp. is reported to be missing along with his fiancé Sakura Haruno."
"This is very tragic as a prominent clan of Konoha was attacked today, children are also missing. Charred bodies everywhere, multiple investigators state that this could have been an inside job seeing as the detonated bombs were well placed. There are no known survivors still as of yet. Itachi Uchiha, the said new head of the Uchiha clan is yet to be seen and so is his family."
Sakura couldn't stop herself from crying at the news, this couldn't be real right? No this wasn't right, could Madara actually do this to the very clan that he helped build? Could he actually kill that many people? The drugs in her system tore her walls down and she sobbed painfully in the air like a child would. She couldn't find her voice at all as she took in the moment to grieve. The uncertainty of her family surviving was what caught her on the edge and knowing that there were no definite body count just yet was what pushed her. Her sitting form slouched as more sobs wracked her small frame. Her crying was enough for her to not notice Madara enter the room.
The sight of her tear soaked face brought back memories of his beloved Sakura, how fragile and feminine she was in his arms. Her cheeks stained red and her mouth deformed into a frown where incoherent words came out. "Not true, no" were the only audible words he could hear. Madara closed the door loudly on purpose to make his presence known and saw Sakura jump slightly but didn't snap her focus from the news on the television as it played all over again. His smile widens at the sight of her form. He doesn't plan to tell her what happened to the rest of her family just yet, both her parents were alive simply because they weren't there. And even though it was Itachi's night to be officially announced as the new clan head, it didn't matter that he was still alive and breathing. The entire Uchiha council was decimated including their future successors. As the prominent and important members of his clan are gone, the ones that dare betray him and disrespect him as he stepped down of the position of power were also affected in the aftermath.
The clan in the state of calamity would call Madara back in position, his plan was drastic to a point where he almost lost Izuna since he needed him there to keep the council in one spot, but his victory being the clan head again couldn't compare to the joy he felt in his chest to see his Sakura back in his grasp. She looked at him with a pitiable face; of course she would never know Itachi was alive. He would never give her a reason to hope for something detrimental to their relationship.
He could see that the drugs in her system were still present; he didn't want Sakura to spend her new waking moments with him in pain so he got the best pain killers in the market for her. He couldn't stop himself from reaching out to her only to meet her weak protests to get away from his grasp. He was still able to get a hold of her rather and held onto her tightly, sniffing her scent through her hair. Her whimpers muffled by the material of his sweater. "Get away." Sakura weakly muttered through a weak sob. "You're a monster." Madara angled her head to give him access to the skin of her neck, the part where he craved to place his lips for him to better realize that Sakura was with him with a beating pulse. Her warmth was heavenly and almost infectious as it bloomed in his chest giving him an even stronger feeling of elation. His mouth opened and sucked on the delicate skin. Her good hand dug painfully on his chest pushing him off. He was so hungry for her, he faced her in her drugged up state and watched her eyes clash with his, so full of hatred and anger.
Sakura was genuinely scared with the twisted look on his face, she knew this face all too well knowing that there was nothing good promised once that spark of insanity has been lit behind his eyes. Her right knee suddenly made contact with his ribs and Madara did not appreciate this wiping the wicked grin he had on his face only to be replaced with a sadistic looking one. In one swoop both of her hands were viciously put together with his one hand as the other raised her right leg. God knows where Madara whipped the rope he used to tie her hands and her right leg deftly to the head of the bed. Sakura openly cried knowing what demented thing Madara was going to do next. Her eyes made contact with his and watched him kiss her gently on the forehead. His breath fanned her face and those thick dark lashed almost combined with his brows because of their length. "It has been a while." His free hand traced her raised leg from her ankle to her bottom, cupping the supple flesh a bit too roughly. She knew what he meant by it being a while. The robe showed Sakura's core as it was swept aside in her stretched position. She didn't want her other leg to be tied along with the other one with her hands above her head, she didn't want to feel that extreme sense of vulnerability at all.
She just stared to the ceiling type of the four poster bed and cried to the high heavens because she knew Madara will never stop his assault at all. His eyes watched her intently as she kept hers trained to the ceiling. His hands roamed all over the parts of her body that were still covered by the robe and he watched her face for any form of reactions besides crying.
Madara finally removed the part of her robe that partially covered her pussy and marveled at the sight of her pink flesh. A single digit slid over her slit and he clicked his tongue in disapproval at her dryness, but it wasn't something he couldn't fix. His face dove to her lifted thigh and began giving it open mouthed kisses, savoring Sakura's taste and intimate scent. Sakura was choking on her tears and she was glad that she was too depressed to react to his touches. As time went by she thought Madara finally gave up because of the lack of her response, she didn't quite see what he was doing but he went back to his position in front of her core with a huge box at hand. The sound of tape and something being squeezed out of a bottle made her anxiety rise. Madara met her eyes and he had a gently expression on and lovingly kissed her cheek, and with one quick thrust something wet and cold went inside her, it wasn't his finger that's for sure, and most certainly not his dick as it didn't stretch her like it did. Her breathing became too quick that her face felt numb and Madara enjoyed the sight of panic being replaced by pure primal fear. Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as an inanimate object violates her. "I just want you to enjoy our time together again, but I just have something to go to right now. You will have to wait my beautiful bride." His words didn't match his feral grin. Madara pushes the vibrator in up until it was just right at the entrance and he finally placed a tape around it so Sakura couldn't push it out with her walls.
Madara moved away from her and salivated at the sight of something penetrated deep inside her. Her hips swayed in high hopes of it getting out of her somehow but it only ended up moving inside her making her feel it even more. She forced herself to stop and realized that she was in no position at all to be successful at removing something like this. Just as she was about to try and negotiate her way out of this Madara was by the door already and held his phone by his hand. "But this is retribution for your actions a while ago." His tone became dark and with one press on his phone the vibrator activated. He felt depressed that he couldn't enjoy the symphony of Sakura's moans and screams but knowing that she would be ready when he got back was enough for him to go through his day with a skip in his step.
"Yes, truly that is such a depressing thing; I do feel the sorrow of my fellow clansmen and the pain they are also feeling. Our family has stood strong for generation and this is the first of its kinds to happen to us, but no matter we will persevere through this and know that this will only make us stronger. Business will resume as usual, and because of the damage the company will also suffer I would have to fill in some of those jobs as well myself. For my clan, and for a better life for them I could do anything. Thank you." The fake sullen expression on Madara's face brought some of the reporters to tears, and as for some they saw right through his farce.
Izuna listened to his speech in Konoha, managing the position of Madara. Seeing as the council was obliterated Madara was back into power again, he was able to simply play that he was in America because he was there on vacation with his fiancé and kept it private to not expose them to the media. Izuna felt a sort of peace that he had never felt quite before in his life. There was no longer a council that would fret over them and threaten his brother, the ideals of their father that became theirs eventually can now be realized as they bring their clan to the great power it was before. In the past three months Madara has been making a plan of his own as he made Itachi and the rest of the council think that they finally found a way to defeat him.
Izuna only had to implement what his brother has written and he could finally subdue the clans that haven't worked with them quite yet. Now that the traitorous bastards in his clan are dead he could now forge and build loyalty out of the people who will replace them. They finally have actual and full control over everything without anyone second guessing them. Izuna lets a heavy sigh pass between his lips and his muscles relaxed considerably as if he blew all of the weight with his breath. Itachi could be considered powerless by this time now that there was no clan laws that could render him having the upper hand. Izuna touches the tender burns on his arm and kept in mind that the pain was worth it
It was all worth it for their dreams to be realized.
