I moved to California but it's just a state of mind, It turns out everywhere you go you take yourself it's not a lie.

It's killing me, slowly.

Fuck it, I love you.

Sasuke is driving when he gets the email.

It struck him immediately because it had come from a familiar email address he thought she never used anymore. Well, he really doesn't know if she still uses it, he just hasn't received anything from that email since high school, he had tried to contact her through this though, to no avail.

he had to do a double-take to make sure his eyes weren't playing him.

His nerves get the better of him, his fingers hang above the notification on his phone unable to press down.

No subject, just a file.

She sent him a file?

He hesitates and the screen goes dark. He pulls his eyes back to the road, a niggling sense in his loins. He was tired. Bone tired.

He had just come back from Madara's little errands he specialized in, and he was driving back to the confidential location of the Uchiha stronghold. He was itching for a shower, the blood underneath his fingertips was still there after all.

His palms are sweating, and his grip on the steering wheel is as tight as his teeth are clenched. Unable to keep his eyes from the darkened screen of his phone, his heart is beating erratically.

Dammit, Sakura.

Was this some sort of prank? Had she accidentally sent him a file?

5 years. 5 years and she still had the same effect on him. One fucking email and it was as if he had reverted to that teenage boy. He takes a calming breath and steels himself and decides he'll check the file once he gets home. He can't get his hopes up.

And then his phone sounds again. and again.

His screen lights up, showing multiple notifications one after the other from Sakura, each file the same. No subject, no text just a file attached to it. He finds himself distracted and almost misses a turn and almost crashes into the cliffside barricade but he breaks just in time, there is a deafening screech, and his vehicle lurches, if not for his instinct he could've been dead.

What the fuck?

He could smell burnt rubber and asphalt as he tries to calm himself,

he takes his phone off its mount at the dashboard.

If she was sending him that many separate emails it might be deliberate.

Once again he breathes in to calm the galloping of his own heart. Sakura had never contacted him after she left the manor. She had left livid and resolute on never coming back.

And Sakura Uchiha always made good on her promises. She had made it hard for them to find her, but not impossible.

He unlocked his phone and began skimming through the emails. She had sent 25 fucking emails to him.

That was strange, no, something was deeply wrong.

Taking the plunge, He clicked the first file and the image took up the whole screen, he could barely focus on anything else, his thumb was shaking over the screen now, his appendages freezing.

A cold that reached his soul.

Wide-eyed with panic. He continued his rapid scrolling, opening every email and saw every image load and take up the whole screen. His eyes glued to every image.

He finally comes to the first email sent to him and it is a video. A numbness comes over him as he plays the video, steeling himself. Her voice seems to echo in his ears.

He doesn't realize it but tears are rolling down his cheeks. He is biting his fist to stop himself from sobbing, his other hand has the phone in a deathly grip.

He gets out of the car and immediately vomits. Sasuke punches a nearby tree over and over again until his fists are bleeding until he is exhausted, too exhausted to think, to feel about what he is seeing. A choked sob escapes him as he tries to catch his breath while he sits down on the forest floor, looking at his phone.

He's dropped it and the screen is cracked. Through the cracks he still sees her. He wants to deny the reality of this situation but he knows it's her.

The same bubble-gum pink hair but longer than how she usually kept it, thsame full lips, the same weird birthmark on her forehead, freckles along her clavicles.

He might be the one person who knows her body the best.

A deep familiar need arises from him and he is at once unbuckling his belt, pulling his zipper down. A familiar feeling of self-hatred rolls inside of him as he grasps his member. It was like putting on his old high school uniform.

He hadn't changed really, he was still the same sick sick bastard of a brother to her.

Who was he kidding? She was never his sister. She never could be.

Kakashi finds him by tracking his phone down, he wasn't far. Just a few kilometers from the stronghold. He is inside of his car that has been haphazardly parked at the side of the road.

Sasuke's windows are down a hand with a lit cigarette dangling from the driver's seat. It's a warm July night and Kakashi almost regrets putting on his leather jacket.

Ambling down to the boy, his brow scrunches when he sees that he's covering his face with his arm. Sasuke's phone is on silent but lighting up like a Christmas tree in his dashboard, screen cracked. Kakashi guesses that the unknown number frantically calling him is most likely Izuna.

"Madara is calling. They need us at Kokuguchi Port. Now."

"Do they.." He takes a hit of his cigarette and haphazardly blows the smoke inside his car. He never smokes inside his cars, he didn't like the interior stinking of nicotine. Well, she was the one who hated the smell, actually. His lips curl in derision, as he remembers that she hated cigarette smoke more than anything.

"You got a package too didn't you?, Obito has one as well as your other brothers Sasuke."

Sasuke looks at Kakashi then, his signature jovial tone is gone and his eyes stare at him knowingly.

"Move"

Kakashi steps back as the young Uchiha steps out of the driver's seat and climbs to the backseat. He raises a silver brow at him and Sasuke's deathly cold stare bleeds red.

"Drive me there"

Kakashi is quick to get in and Sasuke spends the next few minutes of the drive, allowing himself to think about memories he had long conditioned himself to forget.

"Ne ne, Sasuke-kun! I can't believe you embarrassed me like that in front of Satou-kun!" She is definitely annoyed at him now. Good, now she knows how it feels like to be him.

"I said no didn't I?" He is driving back to the mansion with Sakura sulking beside him. Her pink hair is in a high ponytail, the petal silk tresses tumble to her shoulders. Hugging her legs to herself puffing her cheeks out in anger as she looks at him with frustration, there are tears in her eyes. Her school uniform is wrinkled and she is unaware that he could see her spandex bike shorts peaking under her skirt. Tearing his gaze from her legs and focusing on the road he sighs wearily.

Sakura is distracting to be around. She is as distracting as she is annoying to him. It had been one of his self-imposed functions to be somewhat of a caretaker/protector to her, as she was too mischievous for her own good. They went to the same private high school and were in the same grade, the same age.

She attracted more attention as she grew, and she had become outspoken and loud. A contradiction to how he remembered her when they had been kids.

"I told you, you aren't allowed on dates until you're older"

She sinks into herself and mumbles.

"You're not my parent. You're not the boss of me..."

"Hn. That guy is disgusting, he isn't good for you. He's practically falling out of his classes"

The thing that really really annoyed Sasuke about her is that she has a propensity to be attracted to a certain type of guy. A type that always made his blood boil.

Tall brooding assholes with a rebellious streak. This particular asshole though has a string of girlfriends if Naruto's gossip is to be believed. The guy brags about it constantly Teme!, So he was extra banned to be anywhere near Sakura. The moment he had found out that she was ditching him after school to ride the guy's motorbike for a "date", he just about lost it.

She has a new crush almost every month and any guy always jumps at the possibility of dating Uchiha Sakura. Her befriending the Yamanaka in their class had added to his list of annoyances, with the two of them giggling and gossipping about boys, It drives him insane. He could've sworn she did all of this to drive him crazy.

"You don't get it, he's actually really cool and nice…. He's got a motorcycle...and-"

He snorts at that.

"Yeah, What a catch, You are such a child" His voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery while shaking his head.

Indignant she looks at him and starts fidgeting in her seat trying to remove her seatbelt.

"Get me out of here! I need to get away from you! I can't believe you! Fucking JER-"

He panics when he sees her try to open the door. Fucking crazy idiot.

"Sakura!" He pulls over the side of the road and hits the brakes a bit too hard. This catches her off guard and he reaches over to closes her door and lock them inside.

She screams in frustration and her small fists are hitting his shoulder now, cursing him and he lets her tire herself out. His Imouto has been spoiled by his older brothers, they said yes too easily when she flashed that pretty smile of hers, but he wasn't like that.

Though the same age, he only called her Imouto because of her immature tendencies, a side of her his older busier brothers rarely got to see. Her bullshit and her charm didn't work on him, he couldn't afford it to. He needed to keep her safe, he needed to steer trouble away from her. Especially from the disgusting pigs at school drooling at the thought of his Imouto.

"Are you done?" he sighs as he takes hold of her small fists, smoothing her knuckles with his thumbs.

Her head hung low and her tears fall on his center console.

"I'm not a child," she says petulantly

"Hn. That remains to be seen"

"You're never going to let me date anyone, no matter how nice and how smart they are arent you?" She whispers.

He frowns at that. "No, that's because you always go for pricks, besides if our older brothers find out I'm the one in big trouble here, not you"

She scoffs at that, her large green eyes finally looking up to his own, he forgets their proximity and his hands still clutching her fists.

"You're not afraid of Madara-Nii or Shisui-nii or any of them... YOU just don't want me to be with ANYONE.." her eyes are defiant with genuine rare anger, At him. She says it so surely.

He narrows his eyes at her. Their breaths already intermingling with their closeness, he grits his teeth and she just pushes her face closer to his, a challenge.

Her familiar cologne hits his senses, and he can see a bit of her cleavage from his vantage point. No, she wasn't a child.

"Oh yeah? So what if I don't.." He growls as he pushes her back in her seat. Her eyes are wide as he descends upon her. His hands holding her wrists above her as he cages her with the other.

"Sakura?" Her surprise turns to irritation and defiance once again, her pretty lips twisting. Gods why did she have to look at him like that?

"I'm not a fucking child Sasuke-kun." Her mock sweetness stirs something in him, why did she have to push all of his buttons like this? she was fucking maddening yet, he doesn't seem to want to be rid of these moments with her. He knew her better than anyone, he saw her more than anyone, she wasn't all sugar with him, she was Sakura with him. Her temper, her frustrations, her reactions. He understood her like no one can. He feels pride in this and deep inside he knows nobody deserves to see all of her as he did. They didn't deserve to. So yes, She was right. He didn't want those bastards near her if it wasn't him.

He leans down to her so close, that she closes her eyes.

"You're right, you're just annoying." he whispers this against her neck and she starts struggling against him again. They were so close that he savors the smoothness of her neck, the smell of her sweat, his free hand moves to one of her soft thighs covered in knee-high black socks. As soft as they look, he could feel muscle underneath, she was captain of Taekwondo Club after all. She stills at this and stops struggling.

"S-Sasuke-kun..." her breathless call prompts him to pull away and look at her eyes. They are dark and hazy with lust, it should surprise him that his own sister looks that way to him but seeing his own eyes reflected in hers, he knew he looked just as aroused as she was. Fuck, was he hard.

He closes the space between them, her lips soft and pillowy. She tasted like cherries.

His grip on her wrists loosens and she immediately grabs his collar to deepen the kiss. He adjusts his chair so there's more room for them as His one hand roves under her blouse. He pulls grab her by the waist so she can sit on his lap.

Desperate and hungry he devours her and she rubs her groin into him. He hisses at her as she rolls her hips against his erection.

"Sasuke-kun…I'm.." she mewls in between his bruising kisses.

"Fuck. Sakura.." She breaks the kiss to remove her blouse and unclasp her bra. Her chest is covered with small freckles that he finds so lovely on her. Her perky mounds are immediately assaulted by his mouth his hands, gripping her hips closer to him, he sucks on her nipples, Her hands move down his groin as she touches his erection.

"Sasuke-kun….I want it.." All his careful control of his proximity to her seemed stupid to him at that moment. She was ready for him, begging for him, and for once he wanted to give in to her demands and spoil her.

They were never brother and sister, no.

They had always been just Sasuke and Sakura to each other.

He unzips his pants and she moves her underwear aside so she can enter him. His head is in a frenzy of emotions that he doesn't care that they are doing it in broad daylight, in his fucking car.

He guides his member inside her wetness, and she slowly engulfs him. She gasps from pain or maybe pleasure when he pushes himself in a bit too suddenly. His head was so preoccupied with the sensation of her warmth that he found himself impatient for her,

"ugh..Sasuke-kun you're too much...ah..ah!" he hugs her to him as he thrusts in and out of her mercilessly.

"S-sakura.." She meets his won thrust by bouncing on him frantically, Her grip on his hair suddenly loosens and he knows she just came. Her fluttering walls around him feel more moist and warm and he pumps in and out of her heat,

"I..inside S-Sasuke-kun, spill it in me.." Her innocent way of saying this makes him lose his mind, as he thrusts inside of her until completion.

After that incident, they would make it a normal thing between them. He goes to her room at night when Madara and the others are gone, which happened more often than not. If not, they would do it in his car when they pretended to go out for random chores. They would go at it and not say a word afterward. There was always guilt and shame inside of him for what he was allowed to happen, looking at Sakura sometimes, he knows she feels the guilt too.

She suggests that they stop one day, her guilt eating her up. She looks at him with those impossibly green eyes, and he knows he has already gone too far to stop now, Not with those eyes looking at him like they did.

"Do you not want to anymore?.."

"I still want to...I love you Sasuke-kun…but if they find out..." Her eyes start to water with fear and he tries to control his emotions to appear calm in front of her apprehensions. No one can take her away from him.

"Hn..We'll be careful" He tells her and tries to convince himself that this would last forever.

She stops trying to date anyone else and sneaking off into parties with her blonde best friend. He calms down and stops breathing down her neck as much too, lets her even go to parties and outings without him. A relationship of sorts. Their friends and family don't notice anything, Sasuke is too careful. His older brothers are happy that Sakura seems to have stopped causing so much trouble. They are happy that the two of them seem more focused on their studies than ever if the number of their private study sessions were to be considered.

He finds himself freed from his worries, his family is at ease and Sakura is in love with only him.

And then one day they slip up, Itachi is cooking them dinner and have come to get him and Sakura downstairs to eat. They were studying for finals, and Itachi had bought them a cake because their graduation was so near then and his older brother loved to shower Sakura with sweets. Sasuke doesn't know when he sees the unmistakable foil packaging of a condom in his bin. He had been the one to throw the thing away after they had sex before anyone came home.

Itachi doesn't say anything then, and he and Sakura never notice his silence.

The night after their finals his dear older brother requests his presence in his private study. He wonders at this and thinks that Itachi was going to give him a reward for a job well done on his entrance exams. He had been accepted to Tokyo University and Sakura as well, they were going to stay at the same apartment and he had nothing but excitement in his veins.

The moment he sits down Itachi slaps him. The slap tells him all he needed to know. He knows. Itachi knows.

Itachi tells him what he saw and that he had had suspicions for a while now, all in his calm calm voice. But all he heard was disappointment and pain from his older brother's voice. If there was anyone he didn't want to fail. It was Itachi. Shame and guilt ran through his system, rendering him unable to face his Aniki.

Itachi is crying now and his body is shaking from the humiliation. It was his fault, he made it go this far, his control he prided himself over? It was all a stupid lie. He was the worst out of anyone. He wasn't her protector, he never really was.

'Otouto..she is our sister..you know this is foolish...how could you..'

He is speechless as Itachi hugs him.

'It was all me Aniki, She had nothing to do with it...I...I'm sorry.., It won't ever happen again..so..' He is sobbing now too...He knows he let everyone down.

Itachi shakes his head and he knows that it wasn't up to him anymore. He had broken His Aniki's trust, Sakura's trust. He knew Itachi was never going to let this happen ever again.

After their graduation, it was decided that Sakura was going to Tohoku University, and would live at one of their properties with Madara whose work required him to be in Northern Japan. He cuts off all communication from her and she demands to know the reason. He numbs everything within him so he could tell her that he regrets everything that transpired between them. She begs and screams at him but his control doesn't slip. He can never allow himself to ever again.

'Sakura you're my sister. This will never work'

'I'm not though..not really..'

She is relentless and the pain becomes too much for him, knowing she still loved him the way he did, the way he didn't want to anymore. When she finds out that he got a girlfriend their junior year she stops talking to him altogether. It was easier for her to hate him he supposed.

The day she cut all ties from the Uchiha, he doesn't hear a word from her.

He finds out where in America she was studying medicine and her new name,

Haruno Sakura. It suits her, it had been her father's original surname.

He tries to contact her but she refuses to even show herself to him.

The Moment Sasuke and Kakashi step into the base, a chair has been thrown to the big screen TV, completely shattering it.

Madara is roaring with anger destroying anything he can get his hands on, while Izuna tries to calm him down. Obito watches them silently, in complete shock, and Shisui is openly sobbing and pacing the room distraught yelling 'Fuck!' over and over.

Kakashi comes forward and picks up a few of the pictures strewn on the floor. The silver-haired man's hands begin shaking. He doesn't need to look to know that those were the very same images sent to him earlier.

He fires a shot to the ceiling and everyone's attention falls to him, the youngest.

Reaching inside of him once again for his calm and control (every ounce and drop) even if he knew he was just a sick bastard, he was going to get her back.

A/N: Oof sorry, So yea please note that this story is a bit dark (theme wise) and angsty, Also there are a lot of lemons..so...

Who do ya'll think abducted Sakura?

Reviews are well appreciated as always guys!