Summary: You're not supposed to fall in love with your captor, especially if he is a high-ranking member of the yakuza. Things just never seem to follow that law, however. Completely AU. Mainly Sasuke/Sakura. Rated for violence and language.
Pairings: Sasuke/Sakura, more will be revealed as the story progresses
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, at all. All the characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi-sensei. The only thing in this story that is mine will be the OCs and the plot itself.
Conspiracy of the Heart and Soul
Chapter Five – Satanic Desires
They didn't dare question his motives for what was happening now, they were too afraid to. Besides, who would question him if all he was doing was letting everyone have some fun, at least once in their lives, by having a party? Itachi wasn't as stiff as everyone thought him to be. In everyone's hands was either a tall glass mug filled to the brim with frothy beer or they had a wine glass filled with white or red wine. If not, they had a cocktail glass filled with a drink. Everyone had some sort of alcoholic beverage in their hands, waiting to be downed and to enter their system. It was a cheerful place; everyone was having fun, a rare occasion in their lives as yakuza members of the notorious Sharingan.
"Sasuke-kun, lighten up!" urged Ino, her voice loud even with the music blaring from the speakers. Ino tugged at his arm, a futile attempt to get him to go with her, to wherever she was planning to bring him. It was probably nearly eleven in the evening and basically everyone was still up and about, dancing, talking, drinking, and doing what most people did in a party, have fun. "Sasuke-kun!" she whined as she continued tugging at his arm, desperately trying to get his attention. He turned to face her, a sincerely pissed off look on his face. "Fine, can I get you something to drink then? Wine?" mumbled Ino, sorely disappointed that she wasn't able to get him, again. Sasuke shrugged as he turned to face the dance floor. "White wine it is then," said Ino as she wheeled around and made her way to get Sasuke a drink.
"Lighten up, little brother, nothing wrong is going to happen, you know," came the voice of his older brother, a shiver running down his spine. Itachi sensed this but said nothing of it, it usually happened anyway, even when their parents were still alive. "Why are you so worked up? You should really loosen up a bit, every once in a while?" asked Itachi as he sipped some of his red wine. Sasuke snorted as he said nothing, his gaze still glued to the sight before him. All he wanted as a normal life, a life not ravaged by anything that had to do with the underworld but he just had the luck of being born into the family that was the leader of the most infamous syndicate of all times.
"I have no chance to lighten up, especially with you around," he replied tersely as his onyx eyes stayed glued to the dance floor. Itachi let out a sound that implied he wanted to know more about his decaying relationship with his brother. Not that he didn't already know why his brother hated him, he was successful, a genius, perfect in basically every way. In other words, he was everything Sasuke was not. However, he felt like there was going to be a reason why his younger brother hated him added to his already large inventory every single day. "Because, I might just die the minute I loosen up and you're around," he replied, in the least number of words that had to escape from his lips.
"Really? The thought's never occurred to me before but now that you mentioned it…" said Itachi, a thoughtful expression on his face. Sasuke scowled and raised his foot to slam it heavily atop of his brother's. "Don't think you can do that," said Itachi with a dark smile as he sidestepped the incoming attack. Sasuke snorted as he slowly put down his foot, the hardened look still etched on his face. "No really, lighten up, little brother," said Itachi as he took another sip of the dark colored liquid in the clear glass. Sasuke's scowl deepened as he watched his brother with a disgusted look. Itachi looked at his brother, a half interested look on his face. Suddenly, a familiar head of platinum blonde hair appeared. Itachi faced the direction the figure was coming from, a half smile on his face, his eyes closed. "Hello, Ino," he greeted.
"I—Itachi-san!" gasped Ino as she abruptly stopped, a bit of the white wine spilling from the glass. "He-he-hello!" she stuttered as she tried to compose herself. She hadn't really seen much of Itachi, even if he was essentially her boss. Even so, she wasn't as privileged as the others when it came to their opportunities to see the man in charge of the syndicate they were a part of. "G-good e-evening!" she stammered, flustered at the fact that she was seeing him in such a casual occasion. That and the slight reddish flush on his cheeks due to the amount of wine he had been drinking was a lot, six glasses already actually, excluding the one in his hands right now.
"Hello, Ino," he repeated, a fake smile plastered on his face. Ino blushed as she averted her gaze from Itachi, handing Sasuke his glass of wine which he didn't graciously accept, but he got it from her anyway. "How have you been doing? Has the business side been doing well?" Despite the loud music blaring from one of the many speakers around them, his voice still cut through the air and was fairly audible. Ino flushed and nodded slightly. She had always wanted to be deeper into the syndicate but she was assured by her many colleagues that she was doing her fair share as one of the top executives of the company that hid the true nature of the Uchiha Clan. "Good, good," said Itachi as he flashed his famous smile that caught many hearts of the female population, "I've heard from your colleagues that you've been doing well lately. Maybe a promotion would suit you. It might come your way in a matter of days, Ino," suggested Itachi as a thoughtful look appeared on his face once more. Sasuke scowled.
"You like to flirt, don't you bastard?" sneered Sasuke as he clenched the stem of the glass. The crystalline container threatened to break, barely able to stand any more of the pressure Sasuke was applying to it. Itachi looked towards Sasuke, a blank expression on his face as he shrugged. "Screw you," he hissed as he clenched his hand so tightly that his knuckles began to turn white, the glass holding the wine breaking in the process. Ino gasped as she watched blood beginning to seep out of the wounds the broken shards had created and the white, sticky liquid that crashed atop the wounds, possibly making them feel worse since it had a certain amount of alcohol in its mixture.
"It's my nature to, little brother," said Itachi slowly as he eyed Sasuke and his reaction, "Unless, of course, I'm stepping into your territory, then I'll gladly back away. Hmm, and I always thought you liked your captive more." Ino looked at Sasuke uncomfortably, then back at his older brother. Sasuke's onyx eyes reflected his desire of wanting to murder his older brother right at this point. "Well, answer me and I'll back down off one of your women little brother," pointed out Itachi after taking another sip from his glass, as if not at all affected by the predicament they were currently in. Sasuke had an enraged look written on his face as he tried so hard to restrain himself from punching Itachi squarely in the face.
"Good night, Itachi!" he managed to hiss, venom coating his every word as he turned around and stomped furiously to his room. A smile found its way towards his face as he watched his brother's retreating figure. Turning to face Ino, he had a mildly surprised look on his face when he saw that the spot she had earlier been occupying was empty. Shrugging, he continued sipping at his wine, that carefree smile plastered on his face. One was down, only the rest of the members of Sharingan left to finish off. Of course, he never planned anything without any hidden motives. At the moment, his main goal was to basically knock out every single person in the entire syndicate so he could pull off his main goal of getting her to agree to give her body willingly to him. Though one person would be hard to knock out unconscious, she was easy to set aside since she obeyed nearly everything he had told her to do and this wasn't one of those demands she would question, it was a simple thing after all.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Sakura's Room
She was trying to sleep but the music was so loud that she could hear it as if she were in the room itself. Even though the party was occurring at the other side of the building and in a totally different floor, she could still hear the music pounding at her ears, as if a speaker had been installed in her room just so the music could annoy her to death. Her guard, Ayumi, was in that party and knowing her, she probably wasn't drunk. However, knowing her loyalty to the Uchiha Clan, or what was left of it anyway, she would stay in that party until the end, possibly even longer. Sasuke's usual thirty minute visit had yet to commence and despite her being the captive, she was sorely missing his presence and his witty remarks to her outrages.
"I'm thirsty," she complained as she sat up straight. Her hair was disheveled and the only thing she was wearing to cover her body was an oversized shirt she managed to use as her sleeping clothes. She had at least been supplied a decent sent of clothes by her captors and been allowed to use the bath but she was still uncomfortable at the fact that she was wearing clothes that weren't hers to begin with. In any case, she allowed herself to be vain, even with the limited chances of her to be vain. Walking over to the closest mirror, she strained her eyes to see her reflection. "Uhh… I'll just wash my face then," she murmured inaudibly as she touched her right cheek softly. Wheeling around, she made her way to the bathroom. "I won't be able to sleep anyway. I have a feeling Sasuke-kun will visit soon," she added mentally.
In the bathroom, a dim light flickered, threatening to fade, as water from the faucet ran steadily. Cupping some water into her hands, she splashed it onto her face before proceeding to wash her countenance. The sound of the water running drowned out the sound of the door creaking open, soft footsteps arising, then the door softly closing, the familiar clicking sound reverberating, ensuring that it was closed and locked. She didn't even notice when the figure that had entered walked over towards the bathroom and watched her. She had a feeling that it was him, vaguely catching the familiar ensemble of black but she would wait. The figure that had entered wheeled around and made his way towards her bed, a slightly brighter light shining in the main part of her room.
"Sasuke-kun, I thought you wouldn't come!" she exclaimed cheerfully, her face still a bit wet, her damp bangs clinging onto her face. She froze when her eyes took in the black clad figure in front of her. He wasn't Sasuke, she was damn sure it wasn't him. But he looked so much like him, so much in fact that she would have actually mistaken him for Sasuke, had it not been for the difference in hairstyle and slight difference in their faces. "Wh-who a-are y-you?" she stammered as she regained her senses. She felt herself shiver, despite the warm air in the room, when she saw his smile. It reminded her of the devil.
"Why, I believe my younger brother has already introduced us, albeit in a very angry manner," he spoke as he stood up, a burning desire reflecting in his onyx eyes as he made his way towards her. Sakura inched backwards as she felt fear grip her body. Moments later, she felt her back touch the wall. Her face paled visibly as she watched him reach her. He towered over her, like Sasuke, but his presence alone felt so different from his. His was so cold, so dangerous, so terrifying. His was warm, comforting, happy, at least even a tiny bit, while she was with him. "But since you've forgotten," he said as his lips were only millimeters away from her earlobe, his hot breath dancing on her skin causing her to shiver, "My name is Itachi." Pulling away, he watched her reaction. Slowly, it came. Her reaction was a look of fear.
"Sa-Sa-Sasuke-kun told me to stay away from you!" she said defensively as she hugged herself, unsure of what might happen next. She trusted Sasuke enough to know he was watching out for her, at least from this man. He had a different air compared to everyone else in Sharingan; she was allowed to go out every once in a while after all. Their air felt cold but they still had a shred of warmth in them, as if the only reason they were here was because this was the only place where they felt like they actually belonged. Itachi shrugged as he began closing the distance between his lips and hers. Tears began forming in her jade green eyes as she watched, horrified. "P-please s-stop," she whispered, genuinely afraid, as she clenched her fists, sobs starting to take over her system.
"Why? Your body is telling me you want this, you want me," he whispered softly, lust obvious in his eyes. Frustration was there but he was hiding it. He hated being denied of anything he wanted, anything major anyway. Minor things, he could always get at another time, but this, this chance was hard to pass up. Rarely were the members of Sharingan knocked out all at one time, rarely was his younger brother locked up in his room while everyone else was unconscious. "Don't you want this, me, my Blossom?" he asked again, his breath dancing atop her skin, sending unwanted feelings of pleasure coursing through her body. It took all her courage to shake her head. "Why don't you want this, Blossom? I had to go through all this trouble because of you," he whispered again, annoyance evident in his voice.
"Be-because, it's wr-wrong," she managed to whisper, fear painfully evident in how she was reacting to this. Itachi grunted as he ignored her words, proceeding to nip at her earlobe. Sakura felt an uncontrollable urge to want him to continue but she didn't want it to happen, not now, not with him. Gathering enough strength, she managed to put her hands against his chest and push him away, slightly, far enough to bar his reach of her earlobe. A flash of anger appeared on his face as he watched and felt her push him away. "P-please s-stop," she whispered again, hoping this time he would really. A satanic smile found its way to his face as he pushed her against the wall, pinning her arms effectively, before proceeding to crush his lips painfully against hers.
She tried to scream but she couldn't, he was blocking her mouth from doing so. She tried to move, tried to get him away from her body, but she couldn't because he was too strong. Tears formed in her jade green eyes and began to spill as he began to move downwards, towards her neck, as his hands roamed across her body. She felt so dirty, so unclean, even though he was just starting. She didn't want any of this, she just wanted to talk to Sasuke but she wouldn't force him to come here if he really didn't want to. She moaned when Itachi began nipping gently and expertly at her neck but she didn't want to, she felt so violated but she didn't have enough strength to push him away. In the end, she had to succumb to the physical desires and the lust of the man before her, no matter how wrong it felt, no matter how dirty, how unclean, how violated she felt in the process.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hours Later
A phantom smile was on his face as he walked through the dark corridors in the middle of the night. The earlier activities had tired basically everyone out. It was either that or they couldn't handle the alcohol they had down. In any case, as long as basically everyone was knocked out, he didn't care. He had done what he had planned to do and he was satisfied with it. She fit perfectly against his body and because of that, he wouldn't kill her just yet. A dark smile finally showed itself on his face as he took a left going to his own room. No one would ever deny him of what he wanted, especially if it was of the flesh. Not even his little brother could do that. He was Uchiha Itachi, the man who basically got everything and every single woman that he wanted.
In her room, Sakura was crying, trying so hard to cover herself in the sheet. Even though Itachi had been a gentleman, if he could be called that after raping a truly innocent girl, enough to dress her in her oversized shirt and put her back to bed, effectively covering her with the sheets that lay atop the mattress, she still felt so naked. Tears were spilling continuously as she continued trying to cover herself from the eyes in her room. No one was there, though she felt as if the entire world was watching her during the darkest hour of her life, even darker than the time she had been taken hostage. It felt as if the entire world was laughing at her misery. It was right now she felt like dying, as if she didn't have a purpose left in the world.
"Why?" she managed to croak out, still sobbing. She couldn't get the mental images out of her head. His hungry kisses forced upon her lips. His calloused hands roaming across her body, painfully making her feel pleasures she never thought possible yet she didn't want to feel them in this way. Gripping the cloth of the sheets that covered her, she felt her nails press tightly against her palms but she didn't care about the pain, she didn't flinch. That was nothing compared to the rough kisses Sasuke's older brother had inflicted upon her. Never in her life had she felt this bad before, never in her life had she felt so depressed, never in her life had she felt like committing suicide. When she heard a knock on the door, never in her life had she felt so paranoid.
"I'm coming in," said the voice dully as he opened the door. Flicking on the lights, he entered the room, turning around to close the door. Sakura's eyes widened as she eyed the back of the figure. He was clad in black, entirely in black, just like Itachi had been earlier. Wild images began coursing through her mind as she felt paranoia and hysteria coursed through every single vein within her body. It was him! His lust filled face was visible in her mind's eye as she began thinking of what might happen to her again. Didn't he have enough already? Did he have to go out then go back in, just to torment her? What did she do to deserve this?! "Sorry it's so late in the evening but I forgot all about it," said the figure as he turned around, "My bastard of a brother pissed me off, again." Sakura screamed, pointing accusingly at him.
"Don't come near me! Haven't you had enough?!" shouted Sakura, delirious from her traumatizing experience. Confusion was written on the figure's face as he walked towards her. "I swear I'll kill you! If you kill me first, I don't care, as long as you never touch me again!" she shouted. She was near the point of insanity already as she gripped the sheets tighter, pulling her legs closer to her body. The confusion already in the figure's face only deepened as her words sunk into his mind. Touch her? He never actually touched her in any way except maybe gripping her wrist at times but surely that sort of touching didn't equal to death, right? "I mean it! Get away from me!" she hissed as she pulled her legs as close as she could get them to her and as far away as she could get them from him.
"What the hell are you talking about? I've never touched you more than gripping your wrist!" he hissed as he watched her reaction. She shook her head and mumbled something about younger brothers, rape, and warnings from Sasuke-kun about his older brother, Itachi. The figure's eyes widened as realization sunk into his mind. His older brother, his heaven forbidden older brother, had raped Sakura. He went through with his intention of claiming her innocence, even if he had to force her to give it to him. "Hey, Sakura, are you alright?! It's me, Sasuke!" he said urgently as he watched her, rocking herself. She was nearing the brink of insanity because of that experience. Hell, if he were her, he would have already been drive insane.
"Sa-Sasuke-kun…?" she asked uncertainly, fear still evident in her voice. He nodded slowly as he sat down on her bed. Not caring about who was who, about her being the captive and him the captor, she launched herself in his arms, crying, sobbing, and seeking all the comfort she could get. She was so scared of what could happen that she didn't care anymore who she was crying on. He was so concerned for her sanity that he didn't care anymore that his arms wrapped around protectively around her waist. "Sasuke-kun! It was so scary," she sobbed as the tears that had been flowing for hours continued to fall. Sasuke looked down at her, trying so hard to restrain himself from comforting her in any way more than this.
"I… I'll kill him for doing this to you," he whispered, reassuring her that everything was alright. Sakura didn't hear, all she knew was that she needed to feel safe, to feel reassured, that she was still cared for even after being used by Itachi. Awkwardly, he remained in that position as she continued crying. A couple of hours later, her tears subsided and she was breathing normally again. Standing up, he tucked her in bed and watched her sleeping figure before moving out. "I will kill you Itachi," he whispered to the night air after exiting Sakura's room, "I told you that no one deserves to be toyed around like that, except yourself." With that, he wheeled around and began to walk towards his room, a firm desire to kill his older brother planted in his heart.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tsuzuku…
Okay, I really feel bad for Sakura but it had to be written! Argh! Must… kill… Itachi… for… causing… Sakura… pain!!! ARGH! He must die! .x!!!
On a lighter note, you do get to see Sasuke act all caring towards Sakura, though slightly. I know he went out of character but hey, I can imagine him doing this, say this happens in the animanga. After all, what kind of male teammate doesn't care if his only female teammate got raped and wouldn't want to kill the one who did it to her, right?
And about the rape scene, I'm okay with writing the very start of a citrus-y scene but beyond that, I get all queasy and can't write it anymore. I'm… just not comfortable. Please don't suggest for me to actually write the scene, I'll lurch. Or don't even think about suggesting about you yourself writing the scene. I'll… just leave it to your imagination as to what happened.
I also feel kind of weird right now. If you've read my bio, you'll know why. If not, well then, here. I managed to think of the basic-basic plotline for a sequel to this fanfic! And no, I don't think I'm going to end this any time soon. It'll hopefully have at least ten chapters, or close to it, before this fanfic ends. I'm hoping for this one to be as long as Just One World after All or a little longer. If ever shorter, by like, only one or two chapters, inclusive of JOWaA's epilogue, thus me making this, at the shortest, ten chapters long. That is, if all goes well.
As usual, here's the chapter preview! Hopefully, I'll be able to lighten up the mood. x-x
Next Chapter: Chapter Six – Slowly Knowing the Other
Chapter Preview: "I… I don't know," whispered Sakura uncomfortably as she watched Sasuke, uncertain of what might happen. "I'm still… still afraid," she added, a dark look crossing her face. Burying her head in between her legs, she closed her eyes, trying to forget the vivid memories. A couple of days had already passed since the incident but she still couldn't help but remember everything. It was too, too traumatizing to forget easily. Something made an impression on her bed, causing her to look up. Her jade orbs met onyx ones, onyx orbs laced with slight concern. "Sasuke-kun?" she asked tentatively as she tucked a stray tress of her pink hair behind her hair, "What is it?"
