A/N: Sorry it took so long, I had a new chapter for you, but my computer deleted it by mistake. Thanks for the reviews!
Chapter 4: Rape Me
Of course he had to leave that night before morning came. It would look too casual, to friendly, it would arouse suspicion if he stayed. It was deadly. There was also the other ladies.
Fulfilling the warning in Sasuke's (or 'Davey's'. What the fuck?) letter, Sakura awoke instantly to find several pretty young women surround her bed, peering at her curiously and holding back giggles. While she knew it was coming, she still felt uneasy. She didn't like it when people watched her sleep. On top of that years of training as a Shinobi had honed her senses to detect any presence within ten yards of her, and it kept her awake. She truly wished to sleep. Last night had been...eventful, to say the least. And she would need to be up and alert when she had her first meeting with Lord Tojo.
Despite this, she did not want to be rude, for she knew she would need more than just Sasuke as a friend when she lived here, and the girls all seemed nice. So she sat up, smiled, and greeted them all. "Hello, my name is S-Aira. Nice to meet all of you."
The women around her smiled and relaxed. Sakura was amazed at all the different looking women she saw. European, Arab, Asian, African American. About nine in all. Lord Tojo obviously had a wide range of tastes in women. As soon of the thought crossed her mind, she scolded herself. Horrible thing to think these women were people, not things to be collected, no matter what Lord Tick-Dick thought. If they were property, then she was too. And she had too much pride to be someone's property.
At the foot of her bed, a pretty, dark-haired italian Lady spoke. "Hello, Aira. Sorry to barge in, but we felt our curiousity was too great. My name is Natalia, and this is Juliya, Marie, Chienne, Rachel, Hittora, Roxy, Sara, and Nosheen." She pointed to each girl in sequence as they smiled and bowed. Sakura just kept smiling, not sure what to do. There was an awkward silence before she ventured, "Um, does anyone know what time it is?"
A girl with thickdark curls, introduced as Sara, glanced at her watch. "Eight-twenty-six. You should start getting ready. Your meeting with Lord Tofu is in an hour. We'll leave you alone to change. See ya."
Lord Tofu, that was a good one.
With that all the girls filed out of the room whispering to each other worriedly as Sakura jumped out of bed and started rummaging through her drawers. She had never been this late waking up.
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Despite what he knew was going on in there, Sasuke could not help but grin at the thought of Tojo's face when he realized what he had gotten himself into taking Sakura on. He expected an explosion any second.
It came. There was an outraged cry, then a smack, a slam, a thud, and a groan. Taking it as his que to enter, he burst through the door, trying to keep a straight face. True to his expectation, Lord Tojo lay at Sakura's feet, doubled over and groaning. Sakura stood feet planted shoulder-width apart, hands on her hips, and her face a beet red. To him, with her pink hair and white and pink dress, she look like a valentine's day lollipop. At this thought, his face cracked in to a smile for a fraction of a second before masking it again with a look of false surprise and concern. Inside he was doing a little victory dance for his pink-haired ex-teammate.
"Lord Tojo, what happened?" Sasuke asked, already knowing the answer. Sakura answered for him.
"Why, nothing, Davey, your lord and I just had a tiny disagreement over boundaries. But that has been remedied, hasn't it, My Lord."
Tojo just squeaked and nodded.
"Well then," Sasuke said, winking at Sakura, "Then if things have been taken care of, then I think we have no more need for Aira to be here. Shall I take her out now?"
Tojo nodded once more and Sasuke lead a still angry Sakura out. As soon as they were a good distance from the Lord's apartments, Sasuke burst out laughing. He could not help it, he just doubled over, tears of mirth coming ddown his face. He continued to laugh until a very pissed Sakura administered a sharp punch to the back of his head.
He stood up straight, rubbing his head. "Ow, that hurt. So what happened did he ask to be your Sugar Daddy?"
Sakura just looked at him. "No. He didn't," she said with irritation, "but he did ask me if I was willing to go both ways."
That was too much. Sasuke could not help but start to laugh again. But this time, instead of hitting him, Sakura just looked at him happily.
"Uh, Sakura? Shouldn't you be hitting me again?"
"No. I'm just savoring this moment since I've never seen you laugh like that before."
Sasuke stopped and looked at her seriously. Sakura began to look very disappointed and unsure. "No, please! Don't stop laughing! I like you when you laugh! Just keep laughing! Please!"
"Sakura."
"NO! Wait! Here." Sakura said, making color rise to her face and repeating her words, "No, but he did ask me to go both ways. There, now you laugh. Go ahead-laugh."
Sasuke pulled her into a hug. "Sakura, I've changed a lot since I left Konoha. I laugh a lot now, you'll have plenty of chances to hear me laugh. I'm not that little emo-kid, pissy boy who only thought of how much hate he had."
"I know. So show me more of this new boy please. Gimme Gimme!" She said giggling.
"As you wish."
With that, Sasuke began to tickle her mercilessly, moving his hand to all the sweets spot he knew from watching Naruto doing it to her all those years. Sakura retaliated, and soon they were on the floor, sweaty and laughing together, in a vicious tickle-fight. Finally, Sasuke gave in.
"Okay, Mercy! Mercy! I surrender."
Sakura jumped up and down. "I won! I won! I am victorious! I beat you!"
'In more ways than you know,' Sasuke thought as he watched her dance around in triumph. Despite the ways she seemed to have grown up, she was still that litte girl he had trained with all those years ago. Only now her boobs were bigger. Nice improvement.
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Sakura lay back on her bed and surveyed her rooms in shock. Her apartment was transformed from that bland hotel-room to her own little paradise. The walls were now a light blue, her furniture dark grey plastic. The walls were covered in movie and band posters, there were black light on every surface, and she had a nice tv, stereo/dvd player, a laptop computer with DSL, and beads hung from every doorway. gauzy netting surrounded her bed like a tent, and everything smelled of cinnamon and vanilla. She felt like a boho-chick at Woodstock, complete with a joint in her hand andThe Whoplaying in the background.
"Pinball Wizard" started playing, but before the intro was up, Sakura was distracted. She knew someone was in her apartment. She jumped up of the bed, and stashed her weed under her bed after setting it out into an ashtray. She left her bedroom to find the figure of Lord Tojo standing in her living room, grinning at her wickedly.
"M-My Lord. What are you doing here?" Sakura stammered, for some reason feeling extremely uneasy.
The man ignored her question. "It cost me a bit of money to have this for you, you know. I am prepared to spend a lot on you."
Sakura sniffed, acting aloof to mask her increasing discomfort. "Well, you made me come here. So it's only proper I should be made comfortable. But right now, I'm not. So if you will please-"
Tojo ignored her and stroked her cheek. A shiver went down her spine. "You're here to do a job, my little flower. I suggest you do it."
Sakura smiled meekly. "Well, I will, but I am a little tired tonight, so--uuuhhh!"
There was pain. There was darkness. There was the sound of "SURE PLAYS A MEAN PIN-BALL!" Then there was nothing.
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