Story goes VERY AU from the canon here. It's like an entirely different storyline for Shippuden. ALSO VERY DIFFERENT FROM DEAUTI ORIGINAL.
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Inopportune.
That's the one word that described Sakura's arrival.
Of course he'd already contemplated some plans to snatch her from Konoha at some point in the eventual future, anyway. He just hadn't planned on acting on any of them until after he'd obtained vengeance by assassinating his older brother.
Itachi. His one and only final blood. His only motivation for staying alive these last five years. The sociopath that had slaughtered his best friend; slaughtered their own parents -their entire clan, just to gain access to the deepest realms of the Uchiha Clan's power.
All for success.
All for reverence.
All for power.
I am your brother and therefore born to be the mountain you live to conquer.
Sasuke had given up everything to get to his current place right now. His own power. His own chakra. His own techniques.
He was ready to demolish that mountain.
Sasuke thought to this himself as he stared at Sakura's sleeping form, situated in the center of his bed, comforter drawn up to her armpits with her hands laying flat out in front of her. She was laying on her back with her short hair pressed down into the pillow.
Sasuke moved his hand up to ghost over her right cheekbone; her peach toned skin felt unbelievably soft, like a kitten's breath, under his calloused and battle wary hands. Her skin radiated warmth and comfort into his pale almost lifelessly cold skin. Too many years spent training in extreme weathers had made his body adapt a lower natural temperature.
Like a corpse.
But Sakura was not like him; she was no corpse lying before him right now. If he represented the dead and cold then Sakura represented the sun. She laid before him, so vibrant and pulsing, full of life. The way her covers rose and fell with every breath she took; the way her fingers twitched every now and again on top of the covers, her body still unconsciously trying to fight the genjutsu that had overwhelmed her. The way her mouth was slightly open as she hungrily sucked in oxygen through those small cherry red lips.
Lips that just begged for ravishment…
A knowing hardness grew painfully in the center of his groin and in a bid to alleviate his discomfort Sasuke relocated himself to half kneeling on the bed with his left leg dangling off the bed while the other was folded underneath him, pressed intently against Sakura's left thigh. The bed sloped with his added weight and caused a sleeping Sakura to groan in unconscious discomfort. She turned onto her side now to regain equilibrium, making her front now facing Sasuke while she pushed one arm underneath her pillow to give it more height; her other hand curled up in front of her chest, unveiling a bit of her minimal cleavage to the Uchiha.
Sasuke's Adam's apple bobbed up and down in the center of his esophagus as desire coursed through his veins.
He knew he was going insane.
Desiring Sakura Haruno sexually? He would have laughed at the very idea of this thought five years ago, when he first defected Konoha, at age 13. All he cared about was vengeance then. He still cared about vengeance even now.
But since the last two years or a little more so, his dreams had been plagued nonstop by the pinkette before him.
Night after night. Day after day. He saw her engaged with him, in the wildest throes of intercourse. The roughest most shameless acts of coitus he ever thought could exist, let alone lay inside of his subconscious. He saw himself bending her over a training vault, ripping her panties off and pushing into her roughly, heard her screams of pain and pleasure as a soundtrack in his mind, he dreamed about her taking him in her small mouth and making her swallow his essence, forcing her body to coil around him, taking him in deep with her center, surrendering to his every whim-
-Sasuke cleared his throat, already knowing his mind was taking him too far, as it always did now whenever he thought of Sakura.
Which was why he'd made it an excruciating point everyday not to think about her.
As unexplained as the sexual dreams had occurred, they had never stopped and Sasuke had made a concentrated effort every morning, after he woke up in a pool of sweat, to calm and erase his mind of his thoughts about the infuriating pinkette.
To focus on Itachi and his vengeance only.
And he'd succeeded, for the most part. While the dreams never ceased, he managed to curtail his desire for the girl he'd once found annoyingly obsequious and the constant day fantasies he had of just barging straight into Konoha one night and abducting the pinkette right under everyone's nose, bringing her here into his sound base to do with as he pleases.
The first time the thought had occurred to him was 13 months after his first sex dream.
Just randomly, during the middle of his afternoon chakra sprint across the sand dunes, he felt that knowing hardness grow in the pit of his pants as Sakura's creamy complexion appeared inside his mind again.
Dammit.
He'd swore to himself that day, cursing the pinkette for hindering his vengeance quest, as she always used to do when he was actually around her. Now she was even distracting him when she was thousands of miles away!
He'd gritted his teeth then, placing all the blame squarely on that annoying ex-teammate of his. How he should just go to Konoha one of these days and have his way with her once and for all just to get her out of his mind-
-Sasuke had stopped running then. The idea instantly sounding appealing to him.
After all he wasn't a good man and never pretended to be. He hated Naruto and all the other sanctimonious people in Konoha that wanted to "bring him back to being good." Pft. He wasn't a good soul, even back then, he just hid his darkness better back then. Sasuke was a man that fully embraced 'the ends justified the means' logic in life, and cared only for fulfilling his only desires in the world. Sakura deserved to be punished for still being an annoyance even after five years and so he was going to punish her; if it meant satiating and finally ridding his mind of her incessant presence, then it was just killing two birds with one stone.
And so he'd planned to take her, concocting and perfecting the plan in his mind all the while as he trained and searched for Itachi, working with Orochimaru and Kabuto. Neither of the two fiends had any idea of what he planned to do once he'd gotten his revenge, and Sasuke had made it a point not to tell them.
It would be his own business once he was finished with them. He knew Orochimaru planned to take his body for his own and so Sasuke had killed him before he'd had the chance, obliterating him when he'd had nothing left to instruct. The man thought he could hide within the curse mark of his body but Sasuke had expelled even that portion of the man's life force too, ridding himself of his Cursed Seal, with a special item he'd found called the Rune of Totsuka, a sister artifact to the legendary Sword of Totsuka, both known for their sealing properties.
Now Orochimaru was trapped in a limbo genjutsu for the rest of his miserable existence.
Did Sasuke pity the man? No, because the fool deserved what he got for daring to try and manipulate him.
Sasuke groaned as he shook free of his mental reverie, unfortunately because his excitement for the girl now being far too painfully obvious in his abdomen.
Damn.
This girl really was a stupid distraction.
But he sure as hell wasn't going to give her back now just to take her again, one or two years later. Not now when so much of his plans had changed since he'd first decided to take her.
Sasuke made his decision. Resolutely, he pulled the zipper of his high collared white shirt all the way down, splitting it completely open to reveal his lean muscled upper body. He shucked it off his shoulders and let it fall on the bed, abandoned.
He reached down to undo the purple rope that he always used as a belt.
Bare masculine arms wrapped around Sakura's sleeping form that night, underneath the covers a fully naked and erect male pulled her back body flush against his front, one arm around her waist while another wrapped around her bra covered chest, just above the swell of her miniscule A cups. Searing lips pressed hotly against the back of Sakura's neck, causing the girl to stir in discomfort in her deep genjutsu sleep, her subconscious registering the sensation as an insect's bite. Sakura whimpered and tried to crane her neck away but immediately fierce muscular arms pulled her back, squeezing her most likely to the point of pain but still not able to wake Sakura as the creator of her genjutsu sleep kept a firm hold over her mind the entire time he ground himself against her leggings and skirt covered butt.
Sasuke's palms reached around to cup her breasts over her bra, using them as grip holders so he could piston himself up and down against her clothed posterior. He didn't like the idea of taking her in her sleep; he wanted her awake for their first time together.
And every time after that. Sasuke noted in his mind as he climaxed, exploding in bursts of white streams that got absorbed by Sakura's skirt and leggings, and even a little on her lower back.
Sasuke took a minute to regain his breath before he easily stripped Sakura of her skirt and then her leggings, using them to clean her back before tossing the soiled articles of clothing off the bed and onto the ground. His arms relocated themselves around her soft –so soft- waist and drew her back against him before he found sleep.
Definitely not letting her go back.
Sakura's brows were furrowed in discomfort as she stirred awake. The air felt invasive and cold across her nose and cheekbones but yet her body felt perfectly warm from the neck down, maybe even a little too hot.
Then she felt the arm constrict around her bare belly.
Sakura shot up awake, breaking free of her sleeping partner's grip in the process. Always the vigilant shinobi, Sasuke bolted awake as soon as she separated from him and his eyes were wide with surprise as he took in her belligerently shaking form.
"Wh-what the hell?! D-did you rape me, Sasuke?!" Sakura shrieked while tugging the white comforter around herself as a makeshift robe.
She was making to leave the bed when Sasuke lunged at her, right when she was near the edge, plummeting the two of them onto the ground, limbs entangled with each other as both of them sought for dominance. Eventually, Sasuke had her arms pinned on the ground, on either side of her head, as he straddled her waist. His half hardened arousal pressing disgusting against Sakura's sex, if not for the covers, their flesh would have been touching directly.
"GET OFF OF ME PSYCHO!" Sakura tried to knee him in his groin but her angle on the ground just didn't give her enough leeway.
Sasuke grouped her hands into one palm and then forced them both above her head, before coming to grip her by her jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his. In an instant, his Mangekyo activated and the girl stopped struggling.
Her arms fell listlessly above her head as he let go of them and stood up from around her.
Sasuke used all his training and endurance to keep his thoughts clear of her perky breasts that glimmered so invitingly in the pale moonlight while he scooped up Sakura's form from the ground and relocated her back onto the bed. Her long hair fell in a smooth silk beneath her body.
Damn. How the hell had she managed to wake up? He'd made sure to exert a heavy amount of sleeping chakra over her mind right before he went to sleep…and even now, as he gauged her mind he could already feel his genjutsu slipping its hold on her again.
What the fuck?
Realistically he should barely have to exert any on her right now...
He could see her eyelids starting to flutter again and Sasuke hastily reached into the night stand next to his bed to take out a mini shuriken, careful not to touch the edges dipped in sleeping solution. Swiftly, he stabbed the jugular vein in her neck with the weapon and instantly, Sakura's body fell limp once more, still as a rock.
This particular shuriken was laced with one of the stronger sedatives he'd gotten off of Orochimaru; Sakura would be out for the next 24 hours straight, at least. He hadn't necessarily wanted to knock her out that much but Sasuke supposed it was all for the best anyway. He didn't have time to deal with her contrivances right now.
A couple more seconds of contemplation and Sasuke reached into the night stand again, pulling out an Aichi needle, laced with memory erasing solution. He didn't want to have to deal with her freaking out that he'd raped her or anything right now. It was best if she just forgot this whole night had happened.
When Sakura next woke up, her body felt incredibly heavy and groggy, like she'd just woken up from a coma or something, and there was a weird coarse pain in her low back, as if she'd fallen on it recently.
Her eyelids fluttered open and took in her current surroundings.
Sasuke's room again. She internally groaned.
White ceiling with a single lamp dangling down from the center as the sole light source. Simple light green tatami floor mats, on top of which sat a white dresser in the far right corner, some few feet below the dresser also on the right wall was a door that stood adjacent to Sakura's bed and a white nightstand, three white rectangular dresser drawers lined the left wall, and then a singular door on the far back, that currently stood openly ajar. Sakura saw that it was a bathroom.
As if on cue, an urgent need to use the restroom rose in her abdomen then and Sakura made a dash for the restroom. It was only after she was standing up from the toilet, discomfort alleviated and saw herself in the mirror that Sakura realized she was completely naked.
Wh-what the-
Out of the corner of her eye, Sakura saw the stack of clothes and a towel piled on the rim of the bathtub, next to some bottles of basic toiletries including shampoo and conditioner. Upon closer examination, Sakura found they were all scented with cherry blossoms.
The fuck?
She knew there was no way Sasuke would ever use soap like this to bathe. To her deep shame and self-loathing Sakura had once sneaked into his bathroom when they were…10 or 11, almost at the time of graduation, to see what kind of soap he used to clean with (she'd been trying to think of a birthday gift for him). They'd all been unscented and generic brands, which present Sakura didn't find surprising at all and suspected that he still only used stuff like that.
Did he specifically go out to get this kind of soap for her? Sakura snorted at that idea.
The bottles were all at least half empty so at best he had just stolen them from somewhere but Sakura theorized he had just taken some from that female teammate of his; the magenta haired kunoichi whose name escaped her right now.
The temptation to not use the bottles and just lob them at Sasuke's head when he next visited her (served him right for giving her that ultimatum in order to save Naruto) rose inside her mind invitingly, but Sakura knew she had to try and stay on his good side, at least until Naruto was healed. She grit her teeth and stepped into the shower, begrudgingly lathering up with the cherry blossom soap bar.
Half an hour later, Sakura stepped out of the bathroom donned in fresh clothes: simple white panties and matching strapless bra, which to her surprise fit her perfectly and were thankfully clean. On top of them she wore a pink t-shirt with white polka dots and very pale pink shorts that fell to mid-thigh. The ensemble looked hideous but Sakura didn't really care so long as they were clean and were her right size. Sasuke had probably just taken whatever feminine clothes he could find in some abandoned home and thrown together this outfit for her.
The only thing that interested her was Naruto.
When she arrived out of the shower, there was a note waiting for her on the bed (someone must have come in while she'd been showering without her noticing) and in Sasuke's writing it said:
One of my teammates will come in everyday to bring you food and clean clothes. I am away on a mission right now and will heal Naruto while I am out. When I come back, I expect you to fulfill your end of the deal.
Sakura's eyebrows rose sharply as she read that. He was completing his side of the bargain first? That didn't sound like the calculating Sasuke she knew. He must have had something else hidden on his agenda.
I haven't put any mechanism to keep you here inside this fortress, you're free to leave as you please -go verify Naruto's recovery if you so please, but know that if by the time I get back you are not here, I will send our retarded blond teammate's soul right back to the limbo I fished it out from, and nothing you offer to me then will get me to bring him back.
Sakura crumpled up the note when she'd finished reading it. Of course. Sasuke was still Sasuke. Evil and maniacally calculating as always.
Did he really expect her to back out? She'd meant what she'd said about always keeping her word but she supposed the man hadn't really been listening. Just like how he had never really heard anything she'd said back when they were both in Team 7. Five years ago, when she was 13, this fact would have sent her sobbing to her room, depressed for the rest of the week but right now it just left a sort of dry humor beget in her chest.
He always looked down on her.
She would use this against his someday.
For those that miss the original Deauti, I have reposted three chapters of it with some minor alterations. Go to my profile to find it. Thanks.