Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto.
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Sakura's voice was cut off as Hideaki forced his lips down upon hers, his body resting over her own injured form that lay on the floor. His callused hands roughly held her by the shoulders, preventing her from squirming away. He finally broke the kiss to take a breath.
"Let me go!" Sakura pleaded, struggling against him.
"No way, girl! I found what I want, and I won't leave until I get it!" Hideaki argued, using one wrist to wipe away a small amount of spit (eww...).
"But I don't want to bear your children, you freak!!!" Sakura yelled, and Hideaki used one hand to smack her across the face.
"You make my life hell, you know that?" he hissed. "Listen, Sakura baby, think of our offspring! They will have my strength, your knowledge, and both of our looks! I mean, face it, we're both far more beautiful than most people." He looked down at Sakura, whose eyes were wet with tears as a small amount of blood trickled from her lips. "Don't you see? I do this for our countries."
"Liar!" spat Sakura, flecks of blood punctuating her words. The salty liquid flew up to Hideaki's face, and he smacked her again. He glared down at her as she cried. "This is only... random lust, Hideaki... I belong here... with Kakashi... why ruin my life for your foolish ambitions?" she gasped out slowly, her breath ragged.
"You talk too much, sweetie," growled Hideaki. "Now the, what was I doing? Ah yes, I-" he stopped suddenly, stone faced and rigid. "Damn, that asshole is back already." Sakura's eyes widened, Kakashi was coming back now? Ino had given the message?
"Kakashi!" Sakura said hopefully, but Hideaki hit her again, shutting her up. "If I'm leaving, you are coming with me!" Sakura gasped as Hideaki stood up and hoisted her up beneath his arm.
"Put me down!" whined Sakura, struggling feebly against her captor.
"No way! I am an elite ninja of the Hidden Mist, and I will do as I please!" said Hideaki nobly, and dashed for the window that faced the forest.
"Where are you taking me?" cried Sakura.
"Home," was all she heard before the man hit her once more, sending her drowning in blackness.
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Kakashi quickly assessed the situation as he dashed through the front door. There was no chakra to be sensed in the house, and he cursed himself for not taking precautions against such attacks as this. He quickly ran around the house, looking for clues. He paused as his gaze fell into the purple guest room- there was blood on the carpet. He quickly searched for more clues- there were pieces of Sakura's white sundress, strands of hair, both blonde and pink, and small droplets of either water or sweat. Despite the disturbing potential when Kakashi pieced these together, he thought things through- did Hideaki really...? Would he possible rape Sakura...? Kakashi banished the thought when he realized that there was no scent of sex in the room, and the blood led somewhere- to the window. "I'll be there soon, Sakura- hang on," he whispered in prayer as he leapt out the window and followed the faint trail of blood.
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Sakura's voice was cut off as Hideaki forced his lips down upon hers, his body resting over her own injured form that lay on the floor. His callused hands roughly held her by the shoulders, preventing her from squirming away. He finally broke the kiss to take a breath.
"Let me go!" Sakura pleaded, struggling against him.
"No way, girl! I found what I want, and I won't leave until I get it!" Hideaki argued, using one wrist to wipe away a small amount of spit (eww...).
"But I don't want to bear your children, you freak!!!" Sakura yelled, and Hideaki used one hand to smack her across the face.
"You make my life hell, you know that?" he hissed. "Listen, Sakura baby, think of our offspring! They will have my strength, your knowledge, and both of our looks! I mean, face it, we're both far more beautiful than most people." He looked down at Sakura, whose eyes were wet with tears as a small amount of blood trickled from her lips. "Don't you see? I do this for our countries."
"Liar!" spat Sakura, flecks of blood punctuating her words. The salty liquid flew up to Hideaki's face, and he smacked her again. He glared down at her as she cried. "This is only... random lust, Hideaki... I belong here... with Kakashi... why ruin my life for your foolish ambitions?" she gasped out slowly, her breath ragged.
"You talk too much, sweetie," growled Hideaki. "Now the, what was I doing? Ah yes, I-" he stopped suddenly, stone faced and rigid. "Damn, that asshole is back already." Sakura's eyes widened, Kakashi was coming back now? Ino had given the message?
"Kakashi!" Sakura said hopefully, but Hideaki hit her again, shutting her up. "If I'm leaving, you are coming with me!" Sakura gasped as Hideaki stood up and hoisted her up beneath his arm.
"Put me down!" whined Sakura, struggling feebly against her captor.
"No way! I am an elite ninja of the Hidden Mist, and I will do as I please!" said Hideaki nobly, and dashed for the window that faced the forest.
"Where are you taking me?" cried Sakura.
"Home," was all she heard before the man hit her once more, sending her drowning in blackness.
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Kakashi quickly assessed the situation as he dashed through the front door. There was no chakra to be sensed in the house, and he cursed himself for not taking precautions against such attacks as this. He quickly ran around the house, looking for clues. He paused as his gaze fell into the purple guest room- there was blood on the carpet. He quickly searched for more clues- there were pieces of Sakura's white sundress, strands of hair, both blonde and pink, and small droplets of either water or sweat. Despite the disturbing potential when Kakashi pieced these together, he thought things through- did Hideaki really...? Would he possible rape Sakura...? Kakashi banished the thought when he realized that there was no scent of sex in the room, and the blood led somewhere- to the window. "I'll be there soon, Sakura- hang on," he whispered in prayer as he leapt out the window and followed the faint trail of blood.