Disclaimer: Naruto and The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of the material. I don't own anything. Naruto characters were used in place of the original characters. I didn't write this story only replaced various things.Original by Kirsty Moseley.
Summary: Sakura and her older brother, Naruto, have an abusive father. One night her brother's best friend, Sasuke, sees her crying and climbs through her bedroom window to comfort her. That one action sparks a love/hate relationship that spans over the next eight years. Sasuke is now a confident, flirty player who has never had a girlfriend before. Sakura is still emotionally scarred from the abuse she suffered at the hands of her father. Together they make an unlikely relationship has always been a rocky one, but what happens when Sakura starts to view her brother's best friend a little differently? And how will her brother, who has always been a little overprotective, react when he finds out that the pair are growing closer?
Warning: Some abuse
Chapter 1
Sakura POV
I SAT ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER, watching my mom make a pasta bake. She was panicking slightly and kept glancing at the clock every couple of minutes. I knew why she did this – my dad was due home in exactly sixteen minutes and he liked dinner to be on the table as soon as he got in.
Naruto wandered in, playing with his Akatsuki figures. "Mom, can I go play at Sasuke's?" he asked, giving her the puppy dog look.
She glanced at the clock again and shook her head quickly. "Not right now, Naruto. Dinner won't be long and we need to eat as a family." She flinched slightly as she spoke.
Naruto's face fell, but he nodded and came to sit next to me. I immediately snatched the little man out of his hands and then laughed as he gasped and grabbed it back, smiling and rolling his eyes at me. He was a cute kid, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was my older brother, and as big brothers went, he was the best. He always looked after me at home and school, making sure no one picked on me. The only one allowed to pick on me, as far as he was concerned, was him, and to a lesser extent his best friend Sasuke, who happened to live next door.
"So, Saku, you need help with your homework?" he asked, nudging his shoulder into mine. Naruto was ten now, two years older than me, so he always helped with my school work.
"Nope. I didn't get any." I smiled, swinging my legs as they dangled off the counter.
"OK, kids, go set the table for me. You know how. Exactly right, OK?" Mom instructed sprinkling cheese on the pasta and putting it into the oven. Naruto and I jumped down from the counter and grabbed the stuff, heading to the dining room.
My dad was extremely particular about everything, if it weren't exactly right then he got angry, and no one ever wanted that. My mom always said that my dad had a stressful job. He always got easily annoyed if we did anything wrong. If you had heard of that saying 'Children should be seen and not heard', well, my dad took that to another extreme. Instead, he liked 'Children shouldn't be seen or heard'. At five-thirty every day he would come home, we would eat dinner straight away, and then Naruto and I would be sent to our bedrooms, where we played quietly until seven thirty when we would have to go to bed.
I hated this time every day. Everything was fine until he came home, and then we all changed. Naruto always went quiet and didn't smile. My mom got this look on her face, like fear or worry, and she would start rushing around plumping up the cushions on the sofa. I always just stood there and silently wished I could hide in my room and never come out.
Naruto and I set the table quietly and then sat down in silence, waiting for the click of the door that signalled he was home. I could feel my stomach fluttering with nerves. My hands started sweating as I prayed in my head that he'd had a good day and he would be normal tonight.
Sometimes, he would be in a really good mood and would hug and kiss me, telling me what a special little girl I was, and how much he loved me. That was usually on a Sunday. My mom and Naruto would go to hockey practice, and I would be left home with my father. Those Sundays were the worst, but I didn't ever tell anyone about those times, or how he touched me and told me how pretty I was. I hated those days and wished the weekends would never come. I would much rather it be a school day when we would only see him for dinnertime. I definitely preferred it when he looked at me with the angry eyes than when he looked at me with the soft eyes. I didn't like that at all; it made me feel uncomfortable and it always made my hands shake. Thankfully though, today was only Monday so I had almost a week before I would have to worry about that again.
A couple of minutes later, he walked in. As Naruto's hand closed over mine under the table, he shot me a look that told me to behave. My father had blond hair, the same colour as Naruto's. He had blue eyes and was always frowning.
"Hello, kids," he greeted in his loud, deep voice. A shudder tickled down my spine as he spoke. He set his briefcase on the side and took his seat at the head of the table. I tried not to show any reaction to him; actually, I tried not to move at all. It always seemed to me that got everyone in trouble or did something wrong. It always seemed to me that made things worse for everyone. It never used to be like this, I used to be daddy's little girl, but ever since he started his job three years ago, he changed. Our relationship with him changed entirely. He still favoured me over Naruto, but when he came home from work, it was like he wanted to pretend like Naruto and I weren't there. The way he looked at Naruto sometimes was like he was wishing he didn't exist; it made my stomach hurt to see him look at my brother like that.
"Hello, Dad," we both replied at the same time. Just then my mom came in carrying the pasta and a plate of garlic bread.
"This looks nice, Mebuki," he complimented, smiling. We all started eating in silence, and I tried not to shift on my seat uncomfortably. "So, how was school, Naruto?" he asked my brother.
Naruto looked up, his eyes widening in apparent surprise. "It was good, thank you. I tried out for the ice hockey team and Sasuke and I were –" he started, but my father nodded, not listening.
"That's great, son," he interjected. "What about you, Sakura?" he asked, turning his gaze on me.
Oh no. OK, be polite, don't ramble. "Good, thank you," I replied quietly.
"Speak up, child!" he shouted.
I flinched at his tone, wondering if he was going to hit me, or maybe send me to bed with no dinner. "It was good, thank you," I repeated a little louder.
He frowned at me and then turned to my mom, who was wringing her hands together and chewing on her bottom lip. "So, Hotaru, what have you been doing today?" he asked, eating his food.
She cleared her throat. "Well, I went to the supermarket and got that shampoo that you like, and then I did some ironing," she answered quickly. It sounded like a prepared answer; she always did that, having her answers ready so that she wouldn't say anything inappropriate and make him mad.
I reached out my hand for my drink, but I wasn't watching properly and knocked it over, spilling the contents over the table. All eyes snapped to my father, who jumped up from his chair.
"Shit! Sakura, you stupid little…..!" he growled, grabbing the top of my arm and pulling me roughly from the table. Suddenly my back hit the wall. Pain shot down my back and I bit my lip to stop from crying. Crying made it worse, he hated crying, he said only weak people cried. His eyes were hard and angry as he drew his hand back, sneering down at me. I held my breath waiting for the blow, knowing that there was nothing I could do but take it, the same as always.
Almost instantly my brother jumped from his chair and threw himself at me, wrapping his arms around me tightly, covering me. His back was to our father as he protected me. "Get the hell off her, Naruto! She needs to learn to be more careful!" my father ranted, grabbing hold of Naruto by his clothes and throwing him to the floor. The palm of my father's hand connected with my cheek. The force of the blow knocked me to the floor as my face burned with white-hot pain. Then his attention turned to Naruto. His foot made contact with my brother's thigh, making him cry out in agony as he tried to curl into a ball to protect his head. "You don't ever get in my way again, you little shit!" he shouted.
Silent tears were flowing down my face. I couldn't stand to see him hurt my brother; he was only trying to protect me. Naruto always did that. Whenever I got into trouble, he would provoke my father so that he would take it out on him instead.
I whimpered as my father glared at us both in turn before turning and picking up his plate and storming into the lounge. He was muttering something about us being 'the worst kids in the world' and 'how the hell did he get stuck with this life'.
As soon as he was out of the room, I crawled over to my brother and wrapped my arms around him tightly, clinging to him as if my life depended on it. He groaned and pushed himself up to sitting, hugging me back, rubbing his hand across my stinging cheek and hissing through his teeth.
"I'm so sorry, Naruto. I'm so sorry," I mumbled quietly, crying onto his shoulder.
He shook his head. "It's alright, Saku. It's not your fault," he croaked, smiling weakly and trying to get to his feet. I jumped up as he wobbled and wrapped my arms around his waist, helping to steady him on his injured leg. The movement to my right made me jump as I imagined my father coming back in to cause more harm, but instead, I saw my mother. She was frantically clearing the table and using a paper towel to sop up the water that I'd spilt.
"Take your dinner to your rooms and eat, OK?" she instructed, kissing us both on the cheek. She needed to go to my father and do damage control; he would be in a rage in there due to my mistake, and she needed to calm him down before anything else happened. "I'll see you tomorrow morning. I love you both. Please be quiet, and whatever happens, stay in your rooms," she ordered, quickly kissing us again and handing us our half-eaten dinner, before pushing us towards the back hallway.
We had a nice house, four bedrooms, and it was all on one level. My father earned good money so we lived in a nice area, but I would rather the house was smaller so he wouldn't have to work in his job. Maybe then he would be like the old Dad, taking us to the park and buying me toys and candy.
Naruto came to my room and we ate in silence, sitting on the floor near my bed. He held my hand tightly as my father started shouting at my mother in the lounge. Something smashed and I winced, feeling my heart sink. This was entirely my fault.
My body was racked with uncontrollable sobs as I imagined what he was doing to my mom in there. Naruto's arm slipped around my shoulders, squeezing me against his side. He'd always acted so much older than me; he was so much more mature than I was.
"It's OK. Everything's OK, Saku. Don't worry," he cooed, stroking my hair.
Once I had calmed down, and the shouting had stopped, we played snap cards for a little while. When we were in the middle of the game, we heard stomping coming up the hallway. Naruto's body stiffened as he stared at my bedroom door with wide eyes. Thankfully though, the footsteps didn't stop and seconds later my parents' door closed. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and slumped down, closing my eyes. It was over for the night.
"I'd better go to my room, it's after seven," Naruto muttered, motioning towards my alarm clock that sat on my bedside unit. "Lock your door. I'll see you in the morning." He pushed himself up and limped to my door. I stood too, watching as he crept out of my room and across the hall to his own. As he opened his door, he turned and smiled weakly. "Lock your door," he mouthed.
I nodded and crossed my room, waving goodbye before I closed my door and locked it. I put my ear to the wood, listening for the telltale click of Naruto locking his door too. Once I heard the click that signalled he was safe for the night, I turned and ran to my bed, throwing myself down onto it and burying my face into the soft pillow as the tears started up again. I'd been stupid again tonight and I'd gotten my brother, and probably my mother, hurt again.
As I cried helplessly, for the hundredth time I considered running away. But I quickly dismissed that idea, as I always did, because I didn't want to leave Naruto here alone with my dad. Deep down, I knew I would never be able to convince him to come with me because he wouldn't leave my mom defenceless either. We were all stuck here at the mercy of a cold, heartless man.
Suddenly, there was a scratching, tapping noise on my window. I jerked up, shocked, looking up quickly to see Sasuke was standing outside my bedroom window. He was Naruto's best friend and had been since we moved into our house four years ago. I gasped and jumped up, heading over to it quickly. Panic was setting in because if my father caught him here I wasn't sure what he'd do. I didn't want to be responsible for another person being hurt tonight.
I gritted my teeth as I unlocked the window and slid it up, praying it wouldn't squeak or make a sound. Cold, fresh air hit me in the face as I leant out, shaking my head in disbelief.
"Sasuke, what are you doing here? You need to go, now!" I hissed. But the stupid boy just put his hand on my shoulder, pushing me back inside as he cocked his leg up and climbed into my room. My mouth dropped open in shock as I looked back at my bedroom door, panic-stricken. If my father caught him here he would go crazy; he didn't like Sasuke to come and play at our house. I looked back at Sasuke, shaking my head in disbelief.
What is he doing? Does he think this is Naruto's room instead of mine? Maybe he snuck into the wrong window…
Sasuke and I didn't get on at all, so I had no idea what he was doing here now. He seemed to make it his ambition to tease the life out of me; he tripped me all the time, pulled my hair and had the most annoying habit of calling me, Hime. He'd called me it from the moment we met, and it has always driven me mad, but he refused to stop.
"Sasuke, get out!" I whispered, desperately trying to push him back towards the window. He didn't budge; he just wrapped his arms around me tightly and pulled me against his chest. I thrashed, trying to push him away, but he just tightened his hold on me.
"It's OK," he whispered, stroking my hair. It felt so nice to be comforted again that the tears came back with a vengeance. Sasuke knew about my father and the abuse that we all went through. Naruto had been covered in bruises once and had blurted out the truth to his best friend. Naruto and I had both begged him not to say anything though, and to this day, he never had.
I whimpered, angry at myself for crying again, but I couldn't seem to stop. I sniffed loudly, swiping at my nose with the back of my hand. I looked up at Sasuke, seeing he had tears in his blue eyes too as he just continued to hold me. My chin wobbled as I pulled back to look at him.
"What are you doing here?" I whispered.
He sighed and sat down on the edge of my bed, pulling me down next to him as he rocked me gently. "I saw you through the window. I just wanted to come and make sure you were alright," he whispered back, still hugging me tightly.
I looked back at the window. Sasuke's room was directly opposite mine, and I could see into his room, which meant that he could see into mine. I bit my lip and nodded as I pressed myself against him, needing comfort.
As I cried against his chest, I realized that he was wearing a Ninja T-shirt and matching shorts. I frowned, a little confused as to why he would be wearing that, it was freezing outside. Then it dawned on me that he was wearing his pyjamas, ready for bed. My eyes flicked to my alarm clock, seeing it was almost half past eight. I'd been crying for over an hour.
After a while, the tears slowed but didn't stop. "I'm OK. You need to go," I whispered, pushing him again, trying to get him off my bed.
He shook his head firmly. "I'm not leaving until you stop crying," he stated. His arms tightened around my waist as he guided me to lie down on my bed with him. His arms were so tight around me that I couldn't even squirm away an inch. It was nice though. The firm grip he had on me made me feel safe and protected. I stopped struggling and just gave in, scooting even closer to him, pressing my whole body against his as I sobbed on his chest.
Disclaimer: Naruto and The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window are the property of their respective owners. I am in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of the material. I don't own anything. Naruto characters were used in place of the original characters. I didn't write this story only replaced various things
A/n: This isn't my original story, I took the original story and with the characters and other parts and replaced them with Naruto characters and other naruto stuff. Basically just changed a few things to create a Sasusaku story. I'm not taking credit for this story. I am just a bored teen creating more sasusaku content to feed my obsession with the ship. I'm working on something original but it sucks right now so I'm just doing this kind of stories for now. The story was originally written by Kirsty Moseley. I just edited to be a sasusaku fic.