This is a somewhat dark chapter (not nearly as dark as some others I have planned, but dark nonetheless). Be warned. This might not be the content for some of you. I'll say this again: this is not a romantic story!

Also, I'd like to thank each one of you who bothered leaving feedback after reading! Enjoy!

Chapter II – Careful, Sakura


Sakura's crying rose after hearing what Itachi said.

Despite being in a situation that prevented her from creating any kind of coherent thoughts, she desperately tried to understand what he meant. However, the twisted words and disconnected threat only made the process more difficult.

Purgatory?

She couldn't think of anything bad she could have done to anyone to provoke such situation. Had it been her fault? Had she said or done something to the wrong person? As far as she remembered, she had always been a well-behaved, kind person, so whatever reason he had to be doing this, it was beyond her.

"But I… but I never…" Sakura choked on her words, unable to keep control. "I never did anything to—"

"Stay still," he interrupted, standing up abruptly. "If you fight back, I can make this worse very quickly," he warned. He had little patience and the idea of having to deal with a bratty little girl didn't please him at all.

He leaned down to be able to lift Sakura up, and despite his warning, she struggled with invigorated strength against his touch. "Don't touch me!" She screamed immediately, trashing back her body. "Get off! You degenerate!"

His hand gripped tightly the fabric of her tube top, disheveling the piece in the process as he lifted her up violently and promptly slapped her across the face, making her shut up immediately in pain and fear.

Itachi wanted to see nothing but obedience, and if Sakura didn't behave well the good way, she would do it the bad way. Whatever it was, Itachi wouldn't mind going to great lengths to educate her exactly how he wanted.

He dragged her ferociously to the other corner of the room, throwing her hard over an old, dirty mattress positioned on the floor.

An electric feeling ran through his body when he saw her curl up in fear against the corner of the walls – a futile attempt to try to get away from him.

She fidgeted uncomfortably as she tried to fix her top, pulling it down in order to hide as much as she could from her body. "Please, I never… I—I never did anything to you," she mumbled through sobs and tears.

"You'd think so, right?" he replied with a smirk, teasing her.

Sakura found herself completely stunned when she saw him approach her again, crouching beside her. He took a pocketknife out of his jacket and she panicked immediately, ready to fight back as she started to kick at him with her legs still tied tight.

Although the effort was exhausting to her, to Itachi it had been nothing more than a slight annoyance that he quickly took care of when forced her face down on the mattress.

Reaching for her tied arms, he took his pocketknife to her back, and she shrieked desperately. He cut the rope easily with the sharp blade, and as soon as Sakura realized what he was doing, she immediately stopped struggling, letting him cut the rest of the ropes that tied her legs.

Itachi grabbed the remnants of the ropes and stood up, looking back at the girl, who now panted and trembled out of fear. The sight of her visible anguish was beautiful to him – it made him itch. It trilled him to think of the things he could do to her, the fear he'd cause. It almost made him want to act on his desires.

He was Uchiha Itachi, though. He was a predator, and he would wait. He would wait and play with his prey before eating her. He would watch her break, more and more, every day, slow and tortuous. Then would muse at the sight of her eventual defeat – her resignation and lack of hope. Only then, he'd finally eat her, and she would entertain his sick needs.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked in a shaky voice, bringing him back from his thoughts. "Why me?"

"Because I chose, and I don't owe you any explanation," he replied nonchalantly, turning his back to her, and heading to the door. "If you keep asking these questions, I will have to hurt you, Sakura," he spoke again and left the room, turning off the light and leaving her alone in the dark.

As soon as she heard his footsteps fade away behind the door, Sakura broke down in desperate tears. She felt like her head was going to explode from so much pain and to think of her current situation seemed to only increase her pain.

Sakura curled down on the dirty mattress, hugging her knees tightly and screamed in frustration – anxiety slowly creeping to her. She felt as if she was suffocating, unable to breath properly. She needed to leave immediately.

She got up and looked into the darkness, trying to make out the door's shadow. Had he locked it? She didn't hear him lock it.

A spark of hope.

In a rush of emotions, the part within her that was filled with fear gave away to the feeling of rebellion, and she ran to the door, tripping on her way and slamming against the hard wooden material.

Turning the handle in hurry, she screamed in anger when the door didn't open. She begun to kick it desperately while she banged her fists against the wood, grunting and snarling with the energy and effort it took from her.

"Let me out!" she screamed. "You bastard! Let me out! Open this fucking door!"

Sakura assaulted the door until her fists and legs begun to hurt, her muscles burning from exhaustion. She wasn't sure how long she'd been doing this, but so far she hadn't received any response from Itachi.

When she'd finally given up, she turned against the door, leaning on as she tried to see the shapes in the darkness. Sakura walked carefully to where she assumed the mattress was and lay back down on it.

She watched the small beam of light under the door and soon her vision began to blur. She was crying again. Her sobs could already be heard clearly and once again she felt the weight of fear as anger and adrenalin slowly vanished and fear crawled its way back to her.

Sakura couldn't possibly tell how long she stood there, crying helplessly, but eventually, tired and worn out, she fell asleep – a deep and disturbing sleep, full of nightmares.


When Sakura finally woke up, she had no idea where she was, and for a moment she though it all had been a nightmare.

She looked around in the dark, darting her eyes curiously trying to see anything that testified her theory. Her hands scheming through the mattress she was lying on, until it hit her.

It was not a nightmare.

Upon realization, she felt her nose burn as tears filled her eyes again. She sobbed openly, not even trying to conceal her despair.

"No," she mumbled to herself, as if it would somehow change reality. "No, no, no, no…"

If anything couldn't get any worse, now, in addition to the headache, Sakura had one more annoyance. Grunting and closing her legs tightly, she motivated herself to be strong. She urgently needed a bathroom, and even though she was afraid to ask that sociopath for it, she much rather take her chances than risk peeing herself, so she made her way to the door again and loudly knocked several times as she called for him.

It wasn't long before she could hear steps coming down heavily against the wooden stair. Her heart sped up and hands shook in fear and hesitation. She hurried away from the door, tripping her way to the corner of the room, cringing as she heard the sound of locks and keys.

When the door opened, Sakura could have sworn she was about to vomit her heart out. She was momentarily blind as soon as Itachi turned on the bedroom light, but her eyes adjusted quickly, and she was finally able to look at the man in front of her, and his impassive expression. If he was annoyed, he didn't show any of it.

"What is it?" he asked, a slight indication of irritation to his voice, but not his expression.

Sakura stammered, "I—I want… I thought…" She fondled nervously with her hands, swallowing drily, chocking on her own words as if they were rocks. "I need to go to the bathroom," she continued with trembling voice.

He narrowed his eyes and Sakura immediately winced. He walked to the other side of the room, picking up a tin bucket. "Use this," he said, throwing the bucket at her feet.

Sakura looked at him incredulously. She could feel her body burning with anger and tears welling up in her eyes. The idea of having to urinate in a bucket was degrading. She couldn't believe he would humiliate her that way. She said nothing, but from the way tears streamed down her face, he knew she was outraged.

Itachi liked what he saw. Whatever he did, that's how he expected her to behave – quiet and compliant. Regardless of whether she liked the idea or not. He didn't care if she felt angry or wronged, he just wanted her quiet.

"If you've said everything, I'm leaving." He turned towards the door. "Behave," he warned. "If I have to come down here again because of your outbursts, I'll make you regret it."

"Please," she asked sheepishly at his explicit threat, "let me use the bathroom."

He turned to her once more, looking her up and down.

Sakura flinched under his excruciating gaze. Unsure of what else to say, she whispered, "I'll behave."

Itachi considered her for a moment, then turned to what appeared to be a wall. The room had dark stone walls, and the light in there was dim and didn't illuminate the place well, so the door on the side of the room had gone completely unnoticed by Sakura – not that she had much to look when he left her in the darkness.

Her eyes seemed to be lit up bright in relief and she followed him, watching as he unlocked the door. "You can use this one." He nodded towards the bathroom.

Without thanking him, Sakura entered the bathroom, noting the equally dark walls and black marble. She was ready to close the bathroom door when a strong hand grabbed her wrist.

"It stays open." He cleared his throat. "That is, if you really want to use it that much."

Sakura gaped. "Uh… what?"

"You heard," Itachi asserted himself. "What guarantee do I have that you won't try anything stupid?"

Once again, she felt on the verge of tears. That wasn't fair. He was indeed trying to humiliate her, and she couldn't do anything about it – anything but comply. It was either his way or no way at all.

"That isn't fair!" she accused between hiccups.

"If you prefer, you can use the bucket." He pointed to the object. "Hurry up, little girl. Clock is ticking and I got things to do."

"Can you… at least leave the door ajar?" she pleaded. Her voice sounded shaky and low.

Itachi didn't even bother to give an answer to it. His cold gaze and expressionless face were the only answer she needed.

"Could you at least turn around?" Now, Sakura openly cried, and she felt worst for doing it in front of him. She spoke again, her voice needy and hopeless, "Please?"

He moved so suddenly towards her that Sakura yelled in panic. "Then, you can leave," he said, grabbing her by the wrist again and pulling her out of the bathroom.

"St—stop! I'm sorry, it's fine!" She squirmed away from his grasp – but only because he allowed her to. "It's fine!"

"You're not getting second chances anymore. Next time you refuse something, you stay without it," he told her, and she merely nodded.

She bit her bottom lip, heading to the toilet, and hesitantly took her hands to the hem of her dress. And that's when it hit her.

She didn't have her underwear.

Her eyes widened and she gulped loudly as her throat constricted in uneasiness. Her shaking hands pulled her skirt up as she sat down and did her best to bend over her thighs in order to hide from him.

Sakura kept her head down, only glancing at him for a second when she heard him scoff, and what she saw unsettled her.

It was disgust, plain and clear. The first expression she could decipher from him, and it was something horrible. He was judging her, and it terrified her. She hated herself. What would he think of it? What would this situation lead him to believe he was entitled to do to her?

Not that she cared what he thought of her, but she feared he might interpret it any way that could bring harm to her or put her in an unpleasant situation – worse than being obligated to pee in front of him.

She felt humiliated and ridiculed. For a moment, she almost wished she had chosen the bucket. At least, that way, she would get to keep her dignity and privacy.

"There is no—no toilet paper," she said softly when she noticed the absence of the material.

"There is a bidet shower at your side."

She sighed, glancing at her side. It was humiliating enough that she had to use the toilet while he watched and listened, now she had to wash herself like that too. She had no idea how long she'd be there, but if was a long period, she didn't want to imagine how she would have to shower, dress, or attend to other basic needs.

She stood up pulling her skirt down quickly as some of the water was absorbed by the fabric and the rest uncomfortably slid down her legs. She mechanically turned to the sink and washed her hands as she tried her best to ignore Itachi's penetrating stare.

Itachi stepped away from the doorway and gave her room to pass. He closed the door and locked it again, then made his way to leave the room.

"Wait," she asked gently – afraid to offend him somehow.

He stopped, not bothering to turn to look at her, and waited for her to continue.

"I'm—I'm hungry."

"I know," he replied and left, locking the door, and turning off the light.

Sakura growled loudly. She was tired of being trapped in that cold, dark room, but she could do nothing but to wait for the next time she would see Itachi. She longed desperately for food and a warm bath. Her stomach ached from hunger and from the drinks she had chugged a few hours ago on an empty stomach. It all made her feel like she could throw up at any moment.

Making her way back to that disgusting, pathetic excuse of a mattress, she lay down, closing her eyes and hoping to be able to rest. Her head still hurt, and the pain hadn't eased the slightest. It made her question herself, though. Would she even be strong enough to handle her current situation – to find a way out of it?

She wanted to see her aunt again so badly. She should've paid more attention to her lecture, and most importantly, she should've obeyed her. She'd lied to her aunt – her guardian – about her whereabouts. What would she think of her when she found out? And eventually, she would, of course.

Someone had to have already missed her. How long had it been? Only a few hours? A day, perhaps? She had no idea, and it scared her. She wanted to know if someone was looking for her – she needed that comfort.

Her thoughts wandered to dark places, and she begun to question whether she would ever be able to leave. After all, that maniac had drugged and kidnapped her, why would he let her go, just like that? Especially when it was obvious that she wouldn't stay quiet about it and he would most certainly be arrested.

At that moment, she realized; he was never letting her go.

Her nausea intensified at the thought, and she got up dizzy – her head spinning in disorientation. In the dark, she walked over to what she supposed was the bathroom door and tried desperately to open it. She was getting nervous; her stomach was churning, and she could feel the vomit rising in her throat.

She looked desperately around, trying to make out the shape of the bucket Itachi had thrown at her, but before she could even move, she put out all the drinks she had taken and the little food she had eaten. Between sobs and coughs, she threw up again, pain reaching her stomach as it contracted in an effort to expel the contents that left it on a sensitive state.

"Damn it," she whispered, short of breath. She knew she needed to call Itachi, but she feared his reaction.

Sakura leaned against the wall and slipped until she was sitting on the floor. She didn't have many options, so she would just wait until that freak came back and try to explain what happened – after all, it was part his fault. The tears that filled his eyes were quickly wiped away. She brought her knees close to her chest and rested her head on them.


After a couple of hours since Itachi's last visit, Sakura was awakened to the now familiar sound of his footsteps.

When the door opened and the light was turned on, Sakura raised her head and looked at Itachi through the threads of her tangled hair. He carried an aluminum tray in his hand and Sakura assumed that he had brought her food. She got up immediately and watched as he looked at her with mild disgust after observing the scene in front of him.

He went to the wooden table in the middle of the room, setting the tray on it before turning to the girl.

Stupid brat had done it on purpose, and he wasn't the one who would clean it.

Before Sakura could register anything, he struck her with the back of his hand – the force throwing her on the floor. She mumbled something disconnected and looked at him in disbelief. It had barely been a day and he had already beaten her twice. She wanted to ask what the hell was wrong with him, but she didn't find the courage to do it.

Itachi walked to the door. "Don't move until I get back," he spoke as he stepped out of the room. "You'll clean this up."

Sakura did exactly as she was told, and, mainly out of fear, she didn't move an inch until he returned with a sponge and a mop.

"Get water from the bathroom," he commanded, throwing the materials on the floor for her to get, "and use some of the cleaning products in the counter drawer."

He unlocked the bathroom door for her, and she got up slowly – still shaken up from the attack – and collected the objects from the floor as she made her way to the bathroom.

"The bucket," Itachi spoke.

"Wha—what?"

He huffed, pointing at the bucket he had previously offered her to use as a toilet. "Get. The. Bucket."

"Sorry," she apologized, grabbing the tin material.

She went to the sink, filling the bucket with water and taking the disinfectant products under the counter.

"Your food is there." Itachi pointed out to the table. "You can only eat once you finish cleaning. Be quick, I'll be back in half an hour."

Sakura nodded shily and waited for him to leave before she started cleaning up. She had always helped her aunt with house cleaning, so cleaning up her own mess wouldn't be a problem.

After she was done cleaning, she washed her hands and rushed to the food tray waiting for her on the dusty old table. She sat down and took the bowl in her hands, flinching in revulsion by what she saw inside. She didn't know what that was, but it looked gross. The substance was had a moss-green color, a pasty texture, and it smelled slightly unpleasant.

"Disgusting," she muttered to herself as she stirred the food, taking a spoonful of it and turning the utensil down, watching as the paste-like food remained firmly still – refusing to drop down. "God… is he trying to poison me?"

She sat the bowl down on the table, refusing to eat it. She was starving and her stomach hurt, but it wasn't enough to force herself to eat that.

Taking a second look at the tray, she realized that a glass accompanied the meal. She quickly picked it up and brought it close to her nose. The drink was weirdly dense, and its color was a strange orange, but the smell wasn't as unpleasant as the food's.

Had Itachi been the one who prepared this to her? Was he trying to feed her spoiled food? She couldn't possibly know, but she had to pick one, and since she was not willing to eat that poisonous paste – as she dubbed the green substance –, she decided that she should at least fill her stomach with some of the drink.

A bit uncertain, Sakura took a sip, wondering if it was supposed to be orange juice. Like the smell, the taste was borderline bearable, and she chose to chug it all at once, turning the glass over in a quick motion, then breathing in deeply before letting it all out and setting the glass back on the table.

A few seconds went by, and her vision begun to defocus. She turned her head to the side, her eyes gazing absently at the dark stone walls.

This had to be a basement, not a regular shack as she initially thought – taking in consideration the stair. It was of medium size, with poor lighting and a dirty, hideous appearance. There was a wooden table in the middle of the room – the same one that supported the food tray –, an old mattress on the floor and a wooden bookcase near the door – the shelves all empty.

"At least the lights are on." She smiled, feeling groggy.

She looked at her hands with a tired look. The air came in and out of her lungs with difficulty. She wondered what was going on as her vision focus worsened. She felt her body soften completely.

Looking back at the glass on the table, she blinked her eyes a few times, before finally shutting them hard. She felt her legs weaken and fell to her knees on the hard, concrete floor. The tears started to flow again, and she brought her hands up to brush them away. She started to sob, and like a desperate child, she cried.

Her thoughts were already wandering aimlessly amid so much crying and disconnected words she tried to voice.

She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids were heavy, refusing to open. Soon her willpower succumbed, and she blacked out completely – her limp body falling to the hard floor.


Sakura struggled to open her eyes, her weakened state not being of much helping. She tried to cling to the floor, unable understanding what was going on. She tried to say something, but she managed nothing besides a few tired grunts.

She only realized that she was being dragged by Itachi, when he let go of her arms, dropping her upper body to the floor. With an audible thud, her head hit the floor, and she only managed to groan in protest.

"Get ready." Itachi's voice sounded hoarse, and it chilled her even in her chaotic state of mind.

"What?" she asked. Her head still hurt, and amid confusion, she also felt awfully sleepy.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded in a serious tone.

His words struck Sakura like an electric shock. She immediately understood very clearly what he was saying, and it made her heart sunk. She wanted to protest, to fight, but no matter how strong her will was, her body was weak.

"N—no," she answered, sobbing loudly as her eyes watered.

She saw Itachi's eyes narrow dangerously, and she knew he was silently defying her.

"No?" He tilted his head. "You don't have to feign pudency," he mocked her, "this must be easy for you."

"What?" She eyed him suspiciously, her trembling arms coming to brace herself as if to shield her from him. She wasn't sure of what he was talking about, but she had a good idea of where he was getting at.

"You must've had quite the fun, hadn't you?"

"I don't—I don't know what you're talking about," she spoke through gritted teeth.

"Is that so?" He looked her up and down.

She nodded her head negatively, and Itachi flung himself at her, making her shriek as she tried to back away from him.

He pulled her violently towards him – hands gripping forcefully against her shoulders. "You think I don't know what happened in that room?"

"Stop it!" she yelled – eyes wide with utter terror. "You're h—hurting me!"

"Who was it with?" he questioned, pressing her shoulder tighter, making her wince in pain. His voice was strong and loud, but he wasn't really screaming.

"I—I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Was it Hidan?"

"Please!" she begged, and Itachi pulled her closer by the pink hair – his hands now tangled between her messy strands –, and she screamed again.

"Was it Deidara?" he enquired. "Say it!"

Sakura was baffled. How could he possibly know what happened in Temari's room? And why did he care? Was throwing a tantrum and assaulting her over that even worth it?

"Don't make me ask again," he warned, and something in his voice melted her completely vulnerable.

Deciding that maybe it was better if she told the truth, she admitted between sobs, "Y—yes." She felt his grip tighten against her scalp. "Please, don't hurt me."

For the first time, she saw confusion in his expression. "Which one?" he asked, and his voice was demanding. She hadn't been specific when she answered him.

"The blonde one," she whispered with trembling voice.

Maybe she wouldn't be here if that hadn't happened. She regretted it so much right now, and she hated herself. In her hurry – and intoxicated state – she had forgotten completely to pick up her underwear when she fled Temari's room – too scared to keep playing around with Deidara.

Itachi seemed to consider her answer for a while – almost as if he were shocked.

Sakura could hear the contempt in his voice when he spoke. "You let him fuck you?"

If it were possible, her eyes would've widened more, perhaps to the point that her eyeballs would've popped out of its cavities. "Wha-what? No-no, no I didn't!" she stuttered as her nerves rose exponentially – she felt as if she were about to pass out.

He slapped her hard, still holding her head still with his other hand, and she cried out. What little mental stability she had left being completely obliterated with that slap, and it set Sakura into chaos – her mind almost shutting down in fear.

"Say it," he leaned over her so he could be at her eye level. "Say you let him fuck you."

"No! We—we didn't—" She was cut off by another slap.

"Do not deny!" The warning in his intonation was clear, and it sent Sakura to complete panic for she had no idea what to do.

"I'm not! I don't—" Itachi slapped her again, and she choked on saliva, coughing up as she tried to regain her breath. "P—please! Please!" she supplicated, and it stirred a dark, hungry feeling inside of him.

"I warned you."

"I'm sorry—I'm sorry!" Sakura held her hands up in defense, fearing another attack to her burning, red cheeks. "I don't know what you want me to say! I don't know what you want me to say—I'm sorry!" She collapsed in tears and screams.

Her whole body shook in utmost fear – lips trembling and teeth chattering as she tried to remain still. She was having a mental break down and an anxiety attack. She could barely breathe, and she was sure that, at any minute, she would throw up the little she had in her stomach – bile and that horrible, tampered orange juice he'd served her.

"Stop denying, and say it," he said slowly, but assertive, "in details."

"Okay! O—Okay!"

"Do not lie to me," he spoke again, his voice low and dark, "I will hit you."

"I'm sorry! I won't!"

He was clearly a lunatic, trying to understand or rationalize with him was no use. The least she could do was resign and obey. She was honestly trying to tell him the truth, but he wasn't giving her much space between the slaps he gave her every time she denied his obnoxious, unfound accusations.

"Speak," he ordered when Sakura failed to continue.

"We… we did something," she sobbed, "but—but not that." She saw his face contort in disapproval and she closed her eyes, ready for a slap that never came.

"Continue."

Itachi confused her – so much. She couldn't figure him out, especially not now that her nerves were on edge and she could barely think for herself or speak as if she weren't a complete idiot.

"He did," she spoke very slowly, breathing out the air she seemed to be holding for an eternity, "something to me."

"What?"

"Please, don't—" Sakura flinched, groaning in anticipation when she saw Itachi raise his hand threateningly. "He did… I don't… I don't know how to say this."

"You say it in details, Sakura," he said venomously.

He obviously wasn't letting her off easily. She didn't know if he knew what they'd done exactly, but he could have an idea, and he still wanted to make her voice it out – to demean her, humiliate her.

She didn't know how to say it, and she was scared to say the wrong thing, but she was between a rock and a hard place. There wasn't really a way out of this – at least, not an easy one.

"He gave me o—oral sex," she answered, feeling on the verge of throwing up.

"What else?"

"Nothing… nothing, I swear!"

He pierced her with his eyes, looking deep into her own green ones, and she cracked, blurting out the rest of the story, "And—and we kissed."

"And?"

"He… he showed it to me… but I… I didn't touch him."

"Hm, did he now?" He let go off her hair, and held her face in his hand, his fingers digging slightly hard against her jaw.

Sakura looked back deeply into his dark eyes – almost pleadingly. She just wanted this to nightmare to be over with. She didn't know what he thought he was getting out of this, but as long as he left her alone afterwards, she didn't care.

"What else?"

"Nothing!" she affirmed. "That was all."

"Are you sure you didn't touch him?" He quirked an eyebrow in feigned suspicion, digging his fingers harder on her skin. "Are you sure that's all?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm sure." She nodded slightly with her head – his hand preventing her from moving too much. "I didn't… we did nothing else… I promise."

"Good," he let go of her, "I don't want Deidara's leftovers."

Sakura swallowed hard and loud, closing her eyes in relief.

"Now, you can strip," he ordered.

Sakura almost choked at his word. "What? But… but I said—I did what you wanted."

"No, you didn't. You only provoked a mess for disobeying me." He set a bit of space between them. "So, do it."

"I don't… want to!" she mumbled through tears.

"Why? You didn't seem so shy when you so willingly opened your legs for Deidara," Itachi mocked, and Sakura burned in shame.

"That was—that was different!"

"Strip," he ordered again, this time, his voice was darker.

"N—no!"

"No?" He inhaled deeply the icy air.

"Please, I don't want to!"

Itachi grabbed her arms and pulled her close again, towering over her small frame. "Careful, Sakura," a vicious smile slowly crept into his face, "you should know not to say no to me."

01/02/2021


I have a poll in my profile regarding another story, I'd be thankful if you could answer it!

Thank you all who answered my question about the story direction, and what I have to say about it is: when I spoke about writing about the outside world, I meant just some small fraction of what is happening, and it would have no impact whatsoever in how many words I'd write for sections with Itachi and Sakura only.

I'm not sure when I'll start approaching that (or if I'll start at all), but I do have some things planned already (in case I decide to show you a bit of what's happening with Sakura's family and friends).

I look forward to write chapter 3, but I'm not confident it will happen any time soon.

Now… to what matters the most… what did you think of this chapter? Did you like it? Was it awkward for you? Unsettling? Uncomfortable? Was it chill? Okay? Let me know!