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An AU SasuSaku Fanfiction.

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Chapter 03

Sakura's POV

After our small cry fest, Hinata redressed my wounds, and went down to get me some soup despite all my refusals. I figured she was more stubborn than her appearance let on, and decided to accept what she was going to give me. Although, I still have no idea of whether or not I'll still be alive by the time my current condition improves. I still haven't talked to the Alpha after he got weirded out by my submissive behavior, and I really didn't want to talk to him either. A small smile graced my lips when I thought about how kind Hinata was to me. For the first time ever in my life, I didn't want to die. I wanted to live and experience the warmth of having people be kind to me. I think that kindness is a virtue worth having, because of how much you'll make a persons day by being nice to them.

I glanced around the tidy spacious room that I later learned belonged to the Alpha himself, which caught me completely by surprise. To think that Alpha Sasuke- who mind you is one of the most feared and respected of Alphas, along with his co- Alpha Naruto- would give up his personal room for some rogue such as myself is completely astounding. The Hono-Kaze pack may be fewer in size than other packs, however their strength rivals that of the Lycan Kingdom warriors. Some of the wolves of the Hono-Kaze take mercenary jobs, where their powers are unleashed for their enemies and allies alike to catch a glimpse of.

When I first thought about whether or not I would be given a merciful death when I laid at Sasuke's feet during the time I was fainting, I didn't expect this. Usually, rogues are kept in the dungeon where they're interrogated in order to understand why they'd infiltrated into a territory. So, why am I being given special treatment when I'm just a lowly rogue?

I shook away those pessimistic thoughts out of my head, and sat up. I took off the black hair tie given to me by Hinata, since a few strands had escaped their hold. I grabbed onto my brown locks with wisps of pink and wrapped it up in a tight neat bun. I didn't need hair falling into the food that someone worked really hard on to make for me. I slumped in discomfort when my stomach began to complain loudly for food. I really did want to eat something even though I didn't deserve the right to eat, after I had ticked off the leader of this pack.

I should maybe ask Hinata of what may become of me, after she comes back. I quickly straightened myself when the door opened, declaring that Hinata had come back. I turned my head her way to send her a small smile, only for it to fall off when I noticed that the person who entered wasn't the nice lavender eyed girl but the guy who owned this room. I shot my eyes quickly to floor, and bowed in compliance and respect.

"Welcome back, master." He just grunted in reply to my greeting, and settled something on the empty space of the bed right next to me. I glanced at the tray that had one bowl of soup, a cup filled with water, and a spoon. I bit my lip, wondering if this was some sort of test. I kept my guard up just in case he'd just get angry at my behavior and have me thrown into the dungeon once I grabbed onto the spoon.

When I reached out to grab for it, a hand came down at the same moment, grazing mine and grabbing the spoon. Sparks shot up from my finger tips, startling me and causing a slight gasp to escape my lips. I looked up at him shocked, and pondered whether or not the soup was meant for me or him. Our eyes connected when I glanced at him, and on the spot I was sucked into his dark obsidian orbs that reminded me of an injured wolf, prowling about, ready to pounce at the smallest of sounds. The world around us had begun to fade away into something insignificant, leaving the two of us in an area buzzing with an electric current that spurred a type of heat that had no clarity into every pore in my body. This type of heat wasn't unpleasant in the least, and that's what worried me.

The foreign feelings that I felt every time I looked at him was starting to bug me. Ever since the first time I've met him, my emotions have been going haywire. I'm accustomed to the feelings of rage, pain, and sadness. Is this some sort of magic this person using on me? Did he know which pack I came from, and was offered a job by them to terminate me?

He cleared his throat, breaking the trance we were both trapped in and dipped the spoon into the soup. He then brought it out, cupping his hand under it and bringing towards my lips. My eyes widened in astonishment, my head jerking back in disbelief.

"Mast-"

He rolled his eyes, and interrupted my objection. "Don't call me that," he ordered sternly, his voice remaining detached and his appearance impassive.

"W-what should I c-call you then?" I stuttered out, blood rushing to my cheeks at my apparent trepidation of displeasing him. He raised the spoon to my lips, urging me to drink up what he was offering. I did so without a word of protest, although I was feeling quite flustered at having such a powerful man spoon feed me while I was perfectly capable of doing so myself.

"Sasuke," he replied indifferently, plunging the spoon once again in the bowl. My cheeks burned in mortification; I couldn't call him directly by his name. "What's your name?" He added absentmindedly.

I swallowed what was in my mouth, and mused on why Hinata didn't tell him my name. They both seemed kind of close, despite the formal way she addressed him. What if they were mates? The thought alone brought upon a pang of pain straight to my heart. Why was I feeling this way?

"Your name?" He once again asked, irritation lining his tone of voice.

I exhaled slowly in dismay, and responded to him, "M-my name i-is Sakura."

"Hmm, cherry blossoms," he mumbled under his breath in a low voice that I couldn't quite comprehend what he said.

"Sasuke-sama?" I questioned curiously, only for him to shake his head and place the tray on the nightstand.

"What pack are you from?" He inquired, startling me into choking on my own saliva. I looked at him in alarm, my whole body tensing like a viper coiling to spring at its unsuspecting prey.

"W-what?"

"Hn," he grunted, sending me a look that indicated he wasn't going to ask the same question again.

I bit my lip, pondering on the fact that he may be interrogating me and the fact that I wasn't ready to reveal exactly where I came from. What if he was just trying to confirm if I'm the right person he's looking for? What if he was going to return me back to the people who hurt me beyond belief? Thinking that he would do something so cruel to me, felt like a sharp jagged knife being twisted about in my innards.

My wolf had told me not to trust too easily, and I know I shouldn't, but the very fact that I am feeling safe in the presence of this person is throwing me off my well adjusted axis. It's driving me up the wall in confusion. I began trembling in terror at the thought of being returned to malicious people who reveled at the suffering of others. I didn't want to continue having my guard up at all times. Being woken up in the most cruelest of ways. Being treated as though I didn't deserve to breathe the same air as them. Being tormented to the point where I didn't want to live anymore.

I sharply turned Sasuke's way while almost giving myself a whiplash, shaking my head vehemently in refusal. My eyes were wide and glassy with unshed tears, puffs of heavy breath escaping my lips, my chest heaving up and down in a rapid pace. Horrible flashbacks began smacking me repeatedly in the face, causing the tears to flow out of my eyes and down my cheeks.

I remembered the time when I was first beaten by my mother, while my father watched with upmost fascination. I remembered the time when I received my very first whipping session. I remembered the many hardships I was forced to endure, and because of those I've always wanted to end my life. To sum it all up, despite the tries on ending my life, there was this tiny voice in the back of my head that always advised me to not take the easy way out, but to preserve. And for the second time in my life I've been treated kindly, all because I've listened to that voice.

"Are you okay?" He asked, the light concern lacing his voice breaking me out of my violet past filled absorption.

I let out a small hiccup, and rubbed the tears away from my cheeks only for it to be replaced with more droplets. "Don't send me back there," I verbalized pleadingly. I threw the covers from myself, and sat in a kneeling position once again. I began rubbing my hands together, chanting the word, "please" over and over and over again. I must have looked like a deranged rat to him, because he stood up with an expression filled with what I thought was contempt.

I thought I died and was sent straight to heaven, because the next thing I know Sasuke gets on the bed and wraps his large arms around my waist, yanking me towards his chest just like Hinata did an hour or so ago. A sudden- yet pleasant- heat envelopes my entire body, melting me to my very core. The iron walls surrounding my fragile heart began to chip off one after the other, my senses malfunctioning at the scent that emanating from his hard body. The shattered hope that lay at my feet was starting to come back together like puzzle pieces, each finding its respective spot.

"I won't send you back," were the five sweetest words that has ever been said to me. The five words that saved my very being. The sweetest words that began to light up the flame of hope that once again began to burn after being brought back together.

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