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She felt her own breathing, her own erotic heartbeat against her rib cage. Crouched against the paper walls of the room, holding what was left of her robe. Her forehead was pressed against the dry grass mats allowing no comfort for her troubles.
"Were you really about to just take it?" He spit the words out. They rang through her ears like a curse. Her hands trembled and it felt as if Kabuto's grip was still on her, silencing her.
Sasuke's red glare demeaned answers, "Why do you never fight back?"
Before Kabuto got very far, he was thrown out of the room by the magically appearing Sasuke. Kabuto was over her, holding her down but she laid under him in rigid silence. Every beating, every hit she never so much as said a no. Why?
"Would it have made a difference?" Tsukiko's voice was hollow, unlike her usual voice. There was no echo in the room and every word seemed amplified and mocking in Sasuke's ears.
His fists clenched together. It was different for him. He could fight back all he wanted and somehow, he would always get his way from sheer force. But Tsukiko... Weak, ill-minded, un experienced, fragile Tsukiko had nothing behind her words. Her life was at the will of her tyrant. Only her words which spoke the ever-changing future were ever taken seriously. Yet, even then, she never spoke to better her life. She never lied...
"Even if I oppose, it will happen. It's already happened. There's no use delaying what is always bound to happen..."
Tsukiko never spoke in absolutes, but why now? Why was this act inevitable?
She sensed his shift in weight and raised her head to him. Sasuke turned his back away from her. Was it out of detest? Did he think her a whore?
Her words halted his step. "He'll be back tomorrow night."
His dark gaze shot to her, once more. "If not him, then another. The next night and the next night," she spoke the truth, "This will not stop-"
"Then I'll be back the next night and the next night." She held her tongue until the door slid shut and she was left alone in the dark room once again.
"You can't stop the inevitable, Sasuke..."
The lantern was lit in front of her room again, illuminating an alluring glow. She heard her door slide open, but didn't distinguish the flame. She moved so the candle was positioned beside her on the floor while she now faced the intruder.
Tsukiko's breathing stayed even as she waited for the next move. Her head tilted calmly, waiting; but after ten minutes of sitting she stood. Her footfalls were silent as she boldly approached the person.
"If you were afraid of what you would do," her hand placed itself oh his cheek, "why did you come?"
She felt his hand place itself upon hers, picking it off his cheek and holding it. His familiar scent hit her nose while his even heartbeat rang in her ears.
Why now was she so bold? Sasuke stared down at her limp hand between his fingers before his eyes moved to her bandaged face. Her mouth settled into a grim line, for only she knew of the horrid future that they would have to face.
She felt his hand behind her head and the pressure of the wrapping loosen. Tsukiko took a breath to speak, but as the cloth fell from her, as did the breath in her.
Sasuke would be sure that the future that waited her would include him. He pushed her closer to him, feeling her body collapse into his strong frame while their lips stayed connected and breaths held.
If she could not fight back then he would...
"Sasuke..."
He liked the sound of her breathlessly whisper his name into his skin. Her dark eyes would cloud over as she took short, panting breaths. Quite a change from her silent, sharp eyes self. She felt every inch of her body melt with his fiery touch.
His large hand gripped her bare, cream white thigh, guiding it farther from her center, next to his allowing him to pull her closer to his warmth. Her stature lowered as her weight shifted completely onto him as he supported both of them on his knees. Her hair flowed over his shoulder, running down his back while the stragglers tickled his cheek teasingly.
He took a breath of her scent, laced with his own before he felt her palm run up his neck to the back of his head. Her fingers snaked through his hair as he felt his heart vibrate with hers.
"Sasuke..." She repeated again, letting loosening the gates of his desire even further. With that simple command, her back was lowered onto the floor. She kept her hold on him, but loosened enough for him to reposition himself on top of her.
He heard her gasp and take a sharp breath as he filled the void within her. She gripped onto his shoulders, pleading for him to not leave her as her back arched, pushing her stomach into him. In turn, he placed his forehead against her shoulder and collar bone, breathing deeply to keep what was left of his calm.
Despite Tsukiko having such a fragile frame, Sasuke realized that her heartbeat matched his strength and speed. It rang in his ears and even went as far as to challenge his own.
Pain was not what she felt. Pain was what shot through her the other times with the other faceless men. A flame burned inside her, raging and growing. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling it lick her skin and consume all that was her. But she welcomed it. For once, she felt warmth in her own body and a life within her broken body.
"Sasuke..." he continued, in an even rhythm. His coal eyes watched her mask crack from her gasps and cries. The muscles beneath her flesh tighten with his as sweat trickled down his brow onto her bare form.
They continued in the darkness of the haunted room, entwining their destinies with one another.
"Sumimasen."
A man stood in the doorway of her recently moved in, old room. After finding a positive test result, Orochimaru allowed her to move back into her old bedroom.
Tsukiko looked up from her scroll with her hand on her still flat stomach. She found herself doing that many times thought the day, sub concisely. The idea of her body now containing what would be a life was still very new to her. She found herself even taking unnecessary, ginger steps to and from the washroom.
She recognized the man in the doorway as a guard.
"Your presence is requested in the arena," he bowed from the doorway. Tsukiko stood from her bed, smoothing out the wrinkles in her black, cropped kimono before following behind the man. She followed hesitantly, as this was the first time that she had been called to the arena.
With every step, she could almost hear the creaking of her bones. Her body was sore, but ready for the new demands that awaited her, like all women. Two weeks... two weeks of trying had produced a life within her. She bit her bottom lip as she followed the guard through the dim corridors. Ten nights with Sasuke had yielded a warm stomach.
The guard stopped at the door and signaled her to enter without him. She complied and halted at the other side. It was the first time she had entered this area and she stared around her as if on a foreign planet.
Her life consisted of tunnels and rooms, never had she felt so small in a room that could contain all the hallways and rooms, ten times over. Full grown trees would feel spacious and boulders would be mere marbles.
"Tsukiko..."
Her gaze lowered to the ground, recognizing it as the snake nin's. She told herself the breath before walking up to meet him at the railing beside him.
"Look how much he's grown," he chuckled to himself.
Bellow, Sasuke was training with twelve inmates. Tsukiko turned her gaze down to her feet and tightened her jaw. It wasn't training, she realized with widening eyes, it was a massacre.
"Such beauty," Orochimaru sighed from beside her with a growing smile.
The scent of blood caught her nose and she forced herself step back in shock. Rooted to her spot, she turned to watch as Sasuke danced in the midst of battle. His eyes were empty, emotionless and cold. She felt her heart slow. When had he become this?
Sasuke halted, holding a man by the scalp. They were the last ones breathing. His red eyes moved up the walls to seek the instructions of the master. His breath hitched in his throat as he saw the company on the balcony of the arena. He controlled his expression to an uncaring visage, but something gripped his heart as he saw Orochimaru give a sign to kill the man who's last breaths were to be by his hands.
Sasuke saw the forced gaze of Tsukiko as she wearily stood. She watched him in an almost pleading way.
What had these men done?
It wasn't death that bothered her, but the one putting the man in their premature graves. She had known Sasuke as a ninja but never witnessed it. Her hand rested on her stomach once more, but not out of sub consciousness, but out of sickness.
Never has she seen the man that she knew as her future take a life. She took a shaky breath, fighting her raging heartbeat in her hears.
The man's throat sliced easily and his head rolled onto the red dirt beneath them before his body followed.
"Very good Sasuke. And without any chakkra," the smile never left the snake nin's lips. "Dismissed."
Without looking up to meet her gaze, Sasuke made his way to the stadium exit, dragging the tip of his sword behind him. The glare never left his features, even after being consumed in the darkness.
"Amazing display of power." He turned to the trembling girl beside him. "Dismissed."
"Sasuke," Tsukiko called out as she followed after him in the dark hallways. He took deep strides with clenched fists. Blood still coated his sheathed sword.
"Sasuke, wait," she repeated reaching out to him, only three steps away.
"You think I'll become a monster, like my brother," he spoke with his back to her, stopping where he stood. Tsukiko's steps halted, as did her reach. Her hand retreated to her side as she looked on at the lone Uchiha with wide eyes.
"I don't think you'll become a monster," she said carefully as she took a step towards him. He turned to face her with a sharp glare; but suddenly softened as she reached up to kiss him lightly.
She retreated and gazed straight in front of her, at her hands which framed his heart upon his chest. "No one can become a monster if they listen to this." She smiled lightly before looking up at Sasuke. "What does it tell you?" His eyes were dark and something seemed to be growing behind them. A spark had been ignited. Lit by her knowing words and gentle touches. She foresaw what could be and what would be. And, for once in her life, she wanted what couldn't be.
Slowly, a smirk formed on his lips and before she knew it, his palm pressed against the back of her head and she was pushed up, into his mouth. After a second of registration, she lightly returned it, rising on the balls of her feet ever so slightly. She continued to coax the spark into a flame.
Thank you very much for reading! I swear, I thought this chapter would be longer... either way there might only be four or so more chapters left. Special thank you shout out to Spark10111, XxxWeepingAngelsxxX, and Abandon All Hope! Really, i appreciate you writing to me just as I write for you.
Hope to hear from you!
-Sin
