WARNING: Story gets dark from here on out. You have been warned so please be prepared and don't read if you don't like dark stories.
ONCE AGAIN, STORY GETS DARK FROM HERE ON OUT. DON'T READ IF YOU ARE GOING TO FLAME!
Please note that I changed Karin's powers to be a general healer. I'm also giving Sasuke an extra ability, so please don't butcher me for not staying completely canon. This is fanfiction after all.
Also, story is slightly AU. Though I've tried to keep everyone's personalities canon (except Sakura's).
Please be kind and thanks for reading. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
The next day Sasuke came to her room he carried with him a metallic tray with iodine, a pair of scissors, gauze and medic tape. Sakura hadn't been able to sleep all night and so she had sat attentively in bed all through the night and early morning, waiting for the moment he came back in.
"Sasuke, why are you doing this? What do you get by keeping me here?" she asked him as he sat down on the stool next to the bed and motioned for her to lie flat.
Sakura refused. "Answer me first."
The man pursed his lips, clearly annoyed but biding in his anger, because of her injured state.
He stared at her for a long time before sighing and throwing down the tray onto the nightstand, letting it clatter noisily into the otherwise soundless room.
"Tell me, Sakura," he intoned while crossing his legs and resting his head onto his hand with his elbow on the table, like his position from yesterday while he'd been sleeping. "Why do you think I'm doing this?"
Sakura crossed her eyebrows, impatient at his redirection. She opened her mouth to respond but closed it after just a few seconds. Why? How was she supposed to know? She ruminated on this thought: he wanted her to stay with him…he had kissed her…almost raped her.
There was a very obvious answer rising in her mind but her rational mind told her to forget about it. Yeah right, like Sasuke would ever have interest in her.
Maybe he was just sexually repressed or something.
This thought was funny to Sakura for some reason and she had to stifle a chuckle. Afraid to meet his eyes, and reveal her amusement, she sat back and threw her arms up in mock exasperation. "I don't know, Sasuke. I'm not a psychopath like you so I doubt I could fathom what goes on in that mind of yours."
Dammit. She'd been trying not to insult him.
A heavy silence filled the room then, making Sakura uneasy. After a while she tentatively sneaked a sideways glance towards Sasuke…who to her surprise had his eyebrow quirked upwards in one direction while he stared at her. Sakura tried to read his expression: there seemed to be a mix of emotions flashing through his countenance right then: disbelief, partial amusement and...irritation.
Before she finished blinking, he had her jaw clenched tightly in his palm, squeezing it painfully. He stared her down the bridge of his nose. "You're really lucky you're injured right now, Sakura."
His strong hands moved to either side of her shoulders and in a second had forced her flat onto her back.
His eyes turned into the Mangekyo Sharingan as he whispered: "Don't fucking move."
And she didn't. She couldn't.
She wanted to but her entire body seized up in protest against her mind. She could only watch in horror as Sasuke not so gently forced the hem of her shirt up over her bra, revealing her tummy and a large portion of her minute cleavage. The man's hand had inevitably grazed against her breasts during the action and caused her ears to plume an outraged red.
She thrashed in her mind with all her strength, willing her hands to form fists and pummel the living daylights out of this bastard the entire time he cut away her bandages, changing them.
Even this added fuel to her mental rage: she didn't need him to take care of her! She was a freaking medical-nin for crying out loud!
But no matter how much she screamed, punched, and cursed in her head, nothing she did could break the power his sharingan had placed over her.
She could only watch as Sasuke disinfected, cleansed and then finally re-bandaged the large gash in her stomach that had been expertly sutured together. She guessed that that Karin girl had probably done it, considering she was the healer in Sasuke's group, or so the ANBU reports had stated when they came back from a battle with Team Hebe.
At the mention of ANBU, Sakura wondered how long it would take before anyone noticed that she was missing. If Naruto really was better, then, probably not that long…
But then again, the blond would probably have no idea where to start looking. No one had known that she was going to seek out Sasuke Uchiha's help, the internationally wanted criminal. She had said that she was going out to look for Kakashi.
Which she really would've done if she had had any clue as to where to start. Her old mentor had vanished four months ago without giving anyone a hint of where he was heading.
When news of Naruto's defeat first came to her ears, and she was sent to examine him in Konoha's hospital, she had immediately recognized his comatose symptoms, and the remedy he needed.
And then she had set off, on the journey to find Sasuke at his last known location.
Her thoughts were interrupted when Sakura suddenly saw Sasuke lowering his face down again to hover right above her's.
"Wh-what are you doing?!"
His eyes turned into the sharingan again; Sakura wanted to look away but just couldn't. Her mind started growing cloudy.
"Sleep," he commanded simply, and that was that last Sakura heard before her head rolled to the side.
Sakura honestly didn't know why he could so easily irritate her. She was never this disagreeable with even the most obscene patients she'd had to take care of back in Konoha. Usually, she could hold in her patience really well.
But with Sasuke….
She didn't know.
Or maybe she did, and just didn't want to admit it.
Truth be told, Sakura felt a deep need to prove to herself, whenever she saw Sasuke, that she wasn't that same stupid love-obsessed girl anymore. That he couldn't get her on tenterhooks by just a swish of his pretty eyes or some fake endearing words. Or a lame kiss.
Because she knew he was playing her.
How stupid did he think she was? He'd never shown a shred of concern for her in the past, let alone any feelings of affection. He probably had some plan to seduce her and use her as a spy for Konoha. Or trying to get her to lure out ANBU. Or maybe he just wanted to fuck with her.
Sadistic, psychotic, unstable bastard.
Whatever, she wasn't going to fall for his trap.
As soon as she felt better, Sakura was going to confirm that he had in fact healed Naruto and then leave, and if he dared tried to stop her, she would pummel him within an inch of his life.
Bet be damned.
She didn't have to keep her word to a bastard like him.
Time passed quickly after that.
Every day she was confined to Sasuke's room and every day the man came in to dress her wound as much as she told him not to, that she could do it herself.
"You know, since I do this for a living?" she had argued on the very third day only to receive a brusque 'hn' in response, which had confused her until she realized he was gesticulating her for to lift up her shirt so he could have access to the wound once more.
"Sasuke, come on! You're being ridiculous," she had argued, not obliging him.
The Uchiha had merely rolled his eyes and used his sharingan on her to keep her still, before redressing the laceration.
And without another word, he had left her, locking the room in his exit. Sakura knew this because every time he left she had burst out of bed trying for the knob, hoping that he would have at least once, forgotten to lock it.
She didn't so much have a plan to escape right now, in her current state, but rather she wanted to gain intel. She wanted to sneak around the place so that she might be able to find some kind of battle plan or maybe a map of the other bases Sasuke used with Orochimaru, so that when she escaped she could send ANBU out to arrest the criminals.
Alas, Sasuke was really too careful to give her this opportunity.
On the eighth day, Sasuke came in carrying a familiar steel tray.
Sakura just sighed as she automatically lied on her back and lifted her shirt to just above her ribcage, being careful to keep the rest of herself covered.
She had stopped trying to convince him to let her treat herself by now because she knew it was pointless. She'd even stopped speaking to him, since he never answered her questions anyway.
It seemed he was waiting for the time she completely recovered, which Sakura knew was any day now, being the medical-nin that she was. She had tried healing herself on multiple occasions from Sasuke's Kusunagi inflicted wound but her chakra had never been able to make a dent in it.
So she had just resigned herself to recovering slowly here.
As much as it annoyed her to have Sasuke's hands touching her, and she could have sworn that whenever she lifted her shirt for him, even just to reveal the stomach, his eyes lingered just a little bit longer than they needed to.
He really was taking this whole fake seduction thing too seriously.
But to her relief, he never touched her more than what he had to after cleansing and rewrapping the wound in new gauze. Then he would check her vitals through the irises and pulse line, nodding silently each time it tested regular.
He even knew how to perform the prick test (to test her reflexes): taking a sterilized needle and pricking each one of the pressure points in her feet and hands.
Sakura had watched with amazement at his precise and flawless movements.
"Where did you learn to do this?" she finally asked him on the eighth day, getting bored of the silence.
But Sasuke seemed to be in a good mood today, because he answered her easily: "Karin taught me."
Which made Sakura remember that Sasuke had a perfectly capable female medic at his disposal. Why did she have to suffer all these days from the man's foreign touches?
Ugh. Again with the fake seduction shit. Sakura didn't even bother asking Sasuke about why Karin hadn't been the one treating her because she knew that he was just going to use this as segue for some kind of bullshit that he cared about her.
When he was done with all the reflex tests, Sasuke did something that unsettled Sakura because she was so unused to seeing it: he smiled.
Sakura emitted a nervous laugh. "What?"
"You're all better," he replied while stepping to the side of the mattress.
Sakura blinked. No…she didn't feel any better than the previous day. Sure the wound in her stomach had closed -leaving nothing except a dry ugly scar- Sakura still couldn't feel the strong invigorating feeling her chakra gave her when summoned it in a fist.
She knew because just the other day she'd tried to punch a hole in the wall next to the bed; her attempt at an escape.
Sasuke smirked above her, reading her confusion. "I sealed away your offensive chakra."
Excuse me?!
Her jaw dropped expression was enough to bring Sasuke's grin into a full blown chuckle, low and derisive. "I know you're going to try and back out of our deal unless I make you keep it."
Sakura's eyes widened as he leaned in, uncomfortably close now.
"W-wait, Sasuke, I-" Sakura stammered.
"I'm done waiting," he said before sealing his mouth over hers.
The kunoichi back away from the kiss but Sasuke only advanced and forced her body shrinking deep into the mattress. She squinted her eyes shut and turned her head away, breaking their lip lock only to have him force her back facing him by a tense hold around her chin. The surprise action caused her eyes to flutter open right before he started kissing her again.
All the while his hand started travelling downwards, grasping the belt she used to keep her pink skirt up-
"Let me see Naruto!" Sakura suddenly blurted, breaking away from the kiss
Sasuke stopped moving but his hands stayed where they were.
"Let me see him, so that I know you kept our deal, and then, if he is better, I'll-" Her extemporized excuse got interrupted by Sasuke.
"You and I both know you won't keep your word either way."
Sakura bit her lip. Why did he have to be so intelligent?
"So that's it then? You're just going to force yourself on me?" Sakura threw caustically at him.
Sasuke stared at her hard now, his movements staying still. "You gave yourself to me. You promised-"
"I was trying to save Naruto!" Sakura howled indignantly.
"No, not the bet we made, even though you still lost that one. I'm talking about that night," Sasuke's description was general and ambiguous to anyone that overheard him but Sakura was already reminiscing. Her pride and dignity igniting at the memory of the most demeaning night of her entire life.
"I'm so in love with you I can't even stand it!"
"I'll do anything for you Sasuke!"
"If you can't stay…take me with you!"
"You're still annoying."
In a second, Sakura had punched Sasuke upside the head. The force alone threw him off the bed, even without her chakra.
How dare he?
HOW DARE HE?
Sakura stood up from the bed now. She could be using this moment to run but Sakura wanted to hit Sasuke more. Wanted to tear him limb from limb.
The dark haired man recovered, wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand. He turned to look at Sakura again.
"You are completely deluded if you think anything I said, anything I did, back then, is still valid," she raved indignantly. "I hate you beyond words can describe, Sasuke Uchiha."
In an instant, he had her pinned to the wall. Sakura thrashed within his cages limbs. Arms, legs, fists and kicks, everything she had, Sakura threw at him in a desperate attempt to get free.
"You're disgusting! GET OFF ME!" Sakura screamed right before his mouth came to cover hers again.
The kiss shook through her being and nipped at her lips, his teeth unintentionally scraping over her gums. Blood pooled in between their mouth as Sakura accidentally bit her own tongue in a bid to bite his.
While all this occurred, Sasuke's hands had roamed unabashedly down her sides, groping her skinny waist and hips before rising back up to grasp at the collar of her shirt. The sound of ripping cloth occurred in the air as he split it completely down the middle.
Those hands were back roaming up over her small breasts, covered by a simple bra. Sasuke ripped that away too, leaving only the elastic bands (that were now buried deep and painfully into Sakura's shoulder from the force he had used) to hang loosely inside her torn shirt.
Sakura shivered from her newly revealed flesh, right before Sasuke stuck his hand into her leggings, immediately penetrating her with his fingers. The pinkette gasped at the intrusion, her face pluming in red and slight excitement, despite herself.
Sasuke left her mouth in favor of kissing her neckline, but just as Sakura was about to scream out more profanities, the man's remaining free hand came covering over her lips in a painfully tight grip.
Fuck you. Fuck you. FUCK YOU!
She screamed again and again inside her head even as her vision clouded over from the blood rush of her growing arousal as he continued to play with her down there. Sakura could feel herself weeping liquid heat because of his ministrations and she had to bite her lip to suppress the moans from escaping her.
When Sasuke was satisfied with how slick she was, the man forced her leggings, along with her underwear down. He couldn't get it too low since Sakura was still using everything in her to push him off her. Moving back to kissing her, Sasuke used his freed hands to undo his own clothes, or at least the top half, before rolling his hips into her, through his clothes. Sakura gasped into the kiss, having never felt this sensation before from any man, ever.
Sasuke used his feet to push down onto her partially pulled down pants and undies, making them pool around her ankles. With his feet still stepping on the clothes, Sasuke came grip her thighs with both of his hands, forcing her body upwards and her feet out of the leg holes. Sakura fought hard and strong inside the kiss. Punched and pushed and punched against his chest but he literally was like a brick wall before her, indomitable.
The sound of clothes being adjusted hit her ears and soon Sakura felt him completely and carnally against her core. He pushed himself into her.
Sakura cried out in the kiss, biting the corner of Sasuke's mouth and her nails scratching angrily at his back as he stole her first time. It hurt just like she'd read it would. The small membrane inside her getting shattered by him cruelly.
Sasuke's breathing had become shallow now, deep and fast as his body perspired. Sakura's hands slid from his shoulders for a second but came back just the same, clawing with her nails as hard as she could against his ivory skin.
Sasuke felt the pain and groaned into the kiss, but he endured it. He needed this right now. He'd gone too far. She'd incited him too far.
And there was nothing she could do to stop him.
Deciding he needed more space to control her, Sasuke carried her back to the bed, all the while staying inside her. The movement and his own sweat caused his bleeding back to sting miserably but Sasuke still didn't stop.
Keeping her arms pinned by the wrists so she couldn't scratch him anymore, Sasuke hurried towards his own release.
The pinkette felt his thrusts growing short and fast now, frantic even. Inexperienced. His movements were crude and unrefined. This couldn't…be his first time too?
Sakura felt him shuddering inside her soon, interrupting her thoughts as his warmth filled her.
All the myths she'd heard of sex were completely different from what she'd just experienced. Correct that. Rape.
Neither of them had fallen asleep afterwards and Sasuke had just adjusted his clothes and gotten up after he regained his breath, stepping out of the room before slamming the door shut.
The only consolation Sakura had was that she could see the damage she'd done to his back while he'd left: blood completely seeped down his lean and ivory torso, dripping onto pants and even onto the carpet while he'd walked.
Tch. Bastard. Served him right.
As much as Sakura prided herself on being strong and independent, she still couldn't stop her tears. Dammit. She hated crying. She hated being weak, wallowing like she was right now.
Shucking off what was left of her upper clothes, Sakura huddled herself into a fetal position, hiding underneath the covers.
Her eyes were swollen and hard to open the next time she woke up. Sunlight streamed in through the window to her right, causing her eyes to flutter open weakly.
Her body protested against her when she tried to move it. Sakura eventually gave up and turned back inside the covers, intending to go back to sleep so she could delay facing the problems in her life right now.
But as she turned, her head turned to face splotches of dried blood across the white bedsheets.
The sight of it filled her with rage all over again. Immediately, Sakura tore out of the bed, but fell over as soon as her feet touched the ground, the movement too fast and abrupt for her weak body. Blood pooled to her head before it slammed straight into the hard carpeted floor.
Oww.
Sakura's vision spun as she tried to regain herself, but each time she moved, her head felt even dizzier.
The door opened soon and in stepped the man that had caused all this pain. Sasuke was shirtless with just a pair of drawstring pants on, but his back was bandaged with white gauze as he took in her fallen sight.
Sakura refused to meet his eyes. She tried once again to get up, this time with all her strength and pride –she managed to pull herself onto her knees, only to fall again.
Sasuke came striding up to her now, bending down to pick her up only to have the girl slap his hands away. "Don't fucking touch me!"
Sakura wanted her voice to sound strong and unwavering but it ended up coming out strangled and desperate. Like a high pitched cry from a girl hiding her depression. Her tears welled in her eyes but Sakura would be damned if she let them fall.
Sasuke's mouth formed into a thin line, biding in his anger as he stood back up, letting her try and pick herself back up again.
Sakura turned away from him and reached up to grip the bedsheets trying to use them as leverage to help her stand, but halfway up the sheets slid off the bed and Sakura once again fell onto her back.
Dammit!
Sasuke bent down to meet her eyes, looking into them sternly: "Which is more important? Your health or your pride?"
Sakura didn't respond but when he moved to sweep her into his arms, she still fought him, shoving his hands away again and again until he screamed in rage: "SAKURA!"
His shout shocked Sakura into temporarily stopping and he used that second to lift her bridal style. Sasuke threw her onto the bed before forcibly grabbing her by the back of her head, and forcing her to stare right into his now red eyes.
"You will stop fighting me," he said the words simply and Sakura was about to scoff when…she suddenly felt the ferociousness inside her limbs drain away. She could still move them but whenever she willed herself to form a fist…it didn't happen. She still had violent thoughts, like the one in her head right now about sticking Sasuke's decapitated head on a pike, but when it came to enacting it out -even with just lifting her two hands, Sakura found she couldn't.
"What did you do?" Sakura asked, unable even to yell at him now. Since when had he gotten this power?
Sasuke didn't answer her, only moving to trace his hand over her forehead, brushing against the dark bruise that had formed on her right temple from her earlier fall.
What the fuck was he doing?
"Answer me," Sakura said, a second before Sasuke's head lowered to meet her face head on, just millimeters away from kissing her. Sakura's eyes widened at the act, which is what he'd predicted would happen because his eyes were once again red and he said simply: "Go back to sleep."
And Sakura felt the world around her blacken once again.
Karin hated this. Treating this bitch once more with Sasuke's dominating presence overlooking. Maybe he suspected that she would try something in jealousy to hurt Sakura if he was away.
Well, he wasn't wrong.
The thought had more than once occurred to Karin now as she sent her chakra into Sakura's body, knitting back cracked and split skin across her lips, and fixing bruises on her forehead and…thighs.
And that was when Karin realized what had caused those bruises.
She had sex with HER Sasuke? Karin was going to-
Her furious gaze seemed to have caught Sasuke's attention because she suddenly felt a strong, almost painful grip pressing down onto her shoulder, squeezing it hard. "If you hurt her, I'll gouge your eyes out, Karin."
The medical-nin hissed in apprehension at the threat, quivering in fear at his cruel menacing grip on her shoulder. She screamed when he suddenly tightened it infinitely.
"Are you done? If you are, leave," Sasuke stated simply with an incline of his head towards the door.
Karin nodded, trying to look brave but quivering hands revealed her fear as she picked up her medical supplies and before stepping out of the room.
When she was gone, Sasuke went back to the bed, staring at Sakura's sleeping image. She looked really peaceful, and she was smiling.