Haunted - A Gaara & Sakura Story
By MagenKyotenChiten
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters! But boy, I WISH I did!
Summary: GaaSaku 16-year-old Sakura Haruno looks like an ordinary intelligent nerdy high school girl, but she has gone through more than anyone can imagine...Being Abused and tortured both, physically and mentally. Can someone save her from this hell?
a/n: I'm sorry that the update was late. I've been really busy lately, and my laptop's memory has been completely erased. Plus, when it was just starting to work again it broke down. I just came back from a long err... annoying journey. And when I do get free time, my working on my other story, ItaSaku, which has a very... err hard to write plot. So here it is.
Note: Gaara and Sakura are the same age (16) in this story.
Itachi is 21.
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Chapter 3
It was bright and sunny Saturday in the big city Michigan, as 16-year-old Sakura Haruno woke up. The world seemed oblivious to what happened to her last night: the pain, the torture, and how he violated her in every way. There was no hint of the rain that fell last night or of the thunderstorm.
Sakura really didn't sleep. She couldn't sleep because him, how he haunted dream after dream, turning the dream into a nightmare. She took sleeping pills that didn't help. She had insomnia. She tried meditating, but that didn't help.
So, she mostly thought while sleeping, also praying for a better day, for someone to rescue from the monster and hell.
But little did she know what was going to happen very soon.
An event that would change her life.
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Meanwhile, our red-headed, green-eyed, handsome friend was in Amsterdam, Schipol, Airport. His direct flight to Michigan had an unexpected stop in Amsterdam. He hated Amsterdam so far. But at least his 8-hour flight from Japan to Amsterdam, being sandwiched between the fat lady ogling at him and the smelly old man was over.
Things in Amsterdam were expensive. "Damn Euros." he thought while gritting his teeth. He had traded all his yen for dollars. And dollars were worth less than euros. He was hungry and a hamburger at McDonalds there was 12 dollars! It wasn't worth his precious money. Just to stay in the hotel in the airport. One night was almost about 200 dollars! So he decided just to wait and sleep in the Lounge for his flight, which was the next day at 3:00 PM. Also for the food, he decided to wait until he was on the airplane, the food sucked. But at least it was something to fill his stomach! Water was 5 dollars there.
Anyway, the flight better not be delayed or have another unexpected stop. He wanted to be in Michigan, by Friday, so he could visit his brother and sister in New York for the Weekend, and be back by Monday to start his new high school. But what could he do? Nothing. So he just sat there in Lounge 3, waiting for his flight, while zoning out and listening to his SanDisk mp3 player.
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Sakura rubbed her weary eyes, and stretched. Wanting to know what time it was, she went and checked. 7:30 AM. Her eyes widened in surprise, Itachi would have had her woken her up and would make her clean the whole entire house. That's how most her Saturday mornings went. Surprisingly, she found a note in the kitchen from Itachi, in his scrawled writing:
Gone Out. Won't be back until a couple of days. Enjoy the small amount of freedom you have without me. Little whore. But don't worry I'll be back soon. If you know what's good for you, you'll be a good little whore and won't break the RULES...
Sakura frowned. Usually when he came back, he was much harder, crueler, and rougher with her. The RULES were a set Rules Sakura was supposed to follow at all times. If she broke there would be a major so-called "punishment".
The main RULES
1. Never to go in his room and this other room that was always locked.
2. Never to touch his personal items, like his TV, money, stereo, etc. The only things she could touch would be his clothes, when she had to wash them.
3. Never steal any of his items and use them.
4. Never interrupt him, and only talk to him, when he talked to her.
5. Never go in the fridge and take food out of there.
5. Always come back at home, straight after school. Itachi knew when school started and ended exactly, how long it took her to walk to school and back.
She sighed at least she had a short period of freedom. She also found a birth control medication bottle, next to note. Itachi always left them there, every morning, after the night he "played" with her. He couldn't afford for her to get pregnant.
She filled up a glass of water up at the sink, and popped one of the birth control pills in her mouth.
She washed and put the glass away. Itachi also had left her so-called breakfast on the table. It was this brown mushy thing that looked like and tasted like crap or cardboard. It looked like dog crap. It was the only meal for the week.
"Speaking of dog crap, there was a time when he actually fed it to me." She thought. Shuddering, Sakura did not want to remember that scarring memory. It was very disturbing.
After, taking a few bites of the "meal" Itachi had left her to eat. She decided she would dispose of it. She couldn't dispose of it, by dumping it in the trash can here, or dumping somewhere close near, like the neighbor's trashcan. The only place was in town. But town was too far, and noisy neighbors would report that she was going somewhere, to Itachi. She decided flushing it down the toilet was the best and easiest way.
After flushing it, she undressed out of the clothes Itachi gave her as pajamas, planning to take a shower. The pajamas were one of the few things Itachi had ever given her. It was shabby, black and soft. It was worn, had whole in it and too big for her. It made her remember her one of her fondest memories of Itachi.
Flashback
"Go to Bed." said stony 15-year said Itachi.
"I can't Ita-kun!" 10-year old Chirpy Sakura replied.
"And that is why?" He asked back.
"Because Ita-kun, when you said before you took away me from the home. You said that only to take a few items and no clothes. So, I don't have any pajamas!" Said Sakura, who pouted.
"Fine. Use these." Itachi replied emotionlessly. He threw a pair of soft black, shabby pajamas at her.
Even though the pajamas where too big for little Sakura. She still was very happy. "Thank You Ita-kun!" She said very happily, while smiling."
"Hn." He replied.
She was about run off and go to change into them, but before going, she looked back at Itachi. There was a hint of a smile on his face.
He had smiled at her!
And she had been so happy!
End of Flash
That was only the time he smiled at her. "It was probably a fake smile." She thought. But that was before...
Start of Flashback
A few months after the pajama incident...
10-year-old Sakura was undressing, getting ready for a bath. She turned on tap, so hot water would fill the tub. She was merrily humming. Just when, she was about to take her shirt off...
Itachi burst through the door, stumbled, heading right toward her.
Sakura screamed.
"Shut up, bitch!" He said. She smelled his breath and felt his breath on her. It smelled funny, a sharp tangy smell. It was alcohol. He pulled her long pink hair hard and looked up and down at her young undeveloped body in lust. Sakura screamed again, tears streaming down her face. "Ita-kun, what are you doing?" She was afraid. He had never acted like that. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. She felt naked, and tried to wrap her arms protectively around her body.
"I Said SHUT UP! Bitch." He shouted. He then brutally put his mouth on hers, shoving his tongue in her mouth. He roughly removed her arms that were around her. And started to rip her clothes her clothes off. She tried to stop him, but he slapped her. "Don't ever disobey me!" he growled. She cowered in fear. With her clothes off, he began to fondle her non-existent breasts.
Soon, growing tired of it. He unzipped his pants and took off his boxers. Sakura stared at in horror. It was what all the girls at school just started talking about...A man's penis.
He grabbed her hands and positioned her hands on his manhood. Making her rub up and down it. Then He pried her mouth open, and shoved his manhood in his mouth.
Sakura was afraid. She didn't want to do this. She started gagging and tried to take out it of her mouth. But Itachi put it back in her mouth.
He soon released in her mouth. And this strange, white, liquid started coming out in her mouth. It tasted horrible.
Itachi soon took his manhood, and shoved it in young, budding folds. It hurt like hell. Sakura was screaming like there was no tomorrow. She saw white flashes.
Itachi was moaning in pleasure, but tears running harder down, Sakura's face. When he was finally down, he grunted, gathered all his clothes and put them back on and left Sakura in the bathroom.
Sakura didn't know what he did to her. But it hurt. More than the time she had broken her pinky. And Itachi had never had acted like that before. He scared her.
The room smelled horrible
Not knowing what to do and confused, Sakura kept on crying and curled in a ball, rocking back and forth until morning came...
end of flashback
The first time Itachi violated her, and that's when her life broken into pieces. It was a horrible memory.
But those shabby, soft, black pajamas were a mystery.
They were too small for Itachi.
One day, When Sakura was washing them. She found a name: tiny and embroidered on the pocket. You barley could see it.
The name was "Sasuke"
A Japanese name.
From that day onwards, she wondered who Sasuke was.
She knew nothing about Itachi, only that he was the son of one of her beloved mother's friends.
A year later, Sakura broke the rules. When Itachi was out and went into his room. There was a big king bed. Mostly of the items in the room were black or red. There was not much light in the room. The room was messy. On a table, she found a picture. In the picture there was a younger-looking Uchiha Itachi, a beautiful woman with onyx-black eyes who was smiling, a grumpy handsome man, and a small kawaii child that looked a lot like Itachi.
She guessed that was Itachi's family. She found more pictures of Itachi's family, but they were labeled. The beautiful woman with onyx eyes, who was smiling in the earlier picture was labeled "Uchiha Mikoto.", Sakura guessed she was Itachi's mother; the grumpy handsome man was labeled "Uchiha Fugaku." She guessed he was Itachi's father, and the kawaii child that looked a lot like Itachi was labeled "Uchiha Sasuke."
Finally, she had found out who was Sasuke.
He was probably Itachi's younger brother.
Judging the picture, it looked like it had been taken some years back.
So, Sasuke should be approximately her age.
But that night, when Itachi had come, hell had broken loose. He had found out, someway, she had gone into his room and he was extremely angry. He fucked her and tortured her so long, that she could not go to school the next day.
Once, for one of her so-called "punishments" Itachi made her sit on a burning stove.
But Itachi has done more than that. When he is extremely angry, the things he does to her get even worst.
He has submerged Sakura in freezing cold water, he had made her eat her own vomit, clean the bathrooms with ammonia, and (he forced to drink a teaspoon of ammonia once.) He had smashed her into mirrors and even stabbed her in the stomach (She was lucky she had survived!) He had done many horrible, twisting, sickening, heart-wrenching, disgusting things to her.
To stay alive, she started stealing food from the school. One meal a week, was not enough.
But he finds out and then makes her stick her finger down his throat everyday, so she can see what is in his stomach. If food comes up she is forced to eat it.
It's amazing how she lived so long.
There were two sides of Itachi.
One side of Itachi where he pretended to act kind to her, that he actually cared for her. But he only acted like this in public, like at Open house at Sakura's high school, and when the social worker visited.
The other side of Itachi. When he brutally beat and raped her. Making her do disgusting, inhumane things for his sadistic pleasure.
That was the true side of Itachi. It showed as monster that he really was.
Who has no emotion, who cares about no one.
She endured it all.
What he did to this girl was sickening and no one saw the signs. No one helped her.
Why didn't the teacher, neighbors, and the society see her malnourished and beaten body?
She cried out for help and no one heard her cries or they did and ignored them.
That's all Sakura wanted, was to be loved and taken care of by Itachi. Instead every day Sakura came home to him and he would abuse and torture her in the most brutal ways.
She had given up all hope. It was only enough time before she died.
"But enough reminiscing on the past, let's look forward to the future!" Sakura thought with fake enthusiasm.
But the future didn't look very good to her.
Sakura sighed heading back to her room, planning to finish her algebra homework due Monday.
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Now, back to our red-headed, green-eyed, handsome friend. Saturday had passed. Now, he was currently in a bit of trouble with security check. They were hassling him, because of a nail clipper he had in his pocket. And this female Dutch security officer who had 5 inches of makeup caked on her face, and was wearing orange lipstick, kept on asking him (in a very thick Dutch accent)" Did anyone give you anything ze suspicious?"
"Goddamn Security Guards." he swore under his breath quietly.
Finally, they let him go board.
This time he was sitting next to this guy who didn't talk at all, which was perfectly fine.
The only thing to do during the whole flight was too watch TV and play games on the pathetic entertainment system. So, pretty much for the entire flight, he watched movies. Even after 8 movies, he still won't stop watching movies. The whole night, he did not sleep; he just watched movies, since he couldn't sleep. He was an insomniac. Sleep was a heaven that was out of his reach. Or a sweet lullaby that he would never hear.
Soon the flight ended and he was in Detroit Metro Airport. It was a very busy airport and again he was hassled even though he had American visa. "Gaara Sabaku is your true birth name? And you herby swear that everything you said and claimed is true?" asked the U.S security guard. "Yes, my name is Gaara and everything I said and claimed is true." he snapped.
Finally, an hour later he was free to go. He then asked a taxi driver to take him to the address where the apartment complex was, which he would be soon living in.
After, arriving at the apartment complex and going to the floor where his apartment was located, he opened the door to his apartment.
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The weekend passed by quickly for Sakura. Things were so much easier when Itachi wasn't around. But she didn't dare to break any of his rules and she constantly lived in fear that of him. And that he would come home early, and
Monday came and she was extremely happy, even if Itachi came home early, he would not catch her until later, when she came back from school. Besides, he probably won't be back until Tuesday.
Sakura woke up and took a brief shower and brushed her teeth. Itachi did not allow her taking a shower longer than 10 minutes. If she did even when he wasn't around, he would still somehow now, and she would be "punished".
She quickly put on a pair of old, too big brown black and a ripped black shirt.
Then she stuffed her homework in the ragged, ratty, old, patched bag that was her backpack, headed out the door and started the long walk to school.
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Currently our favorite red-headed handsome friend was in his apartment, pacing around. Ready, showered and dressed from school.
He wouldn't admit it, but he was nervous.
Today he was starting a new high school.
"Would this high school worst than my old high school in Japan?"
He scowled. He really didn't want to think about his past in Japan. It held too many bad memories and good memories. He shouldn't be thinking about the past, he should be thinking about the future.
But he couldn't help it. He drifted on his past, falling into light slumber...
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His name Gaara Sabaku.
He was born to poor couple, who already had two kids.
But Gaara was not supposed to be born. He was a mistake. A fluke.
The couple had wanted an abortion, but was too poor to afford it.
As a result, his mother Karura who was a very weak woman died giving birth to him.
And after that things fell apart. His father started drinking heavily, abusing Gaara, and blaming him for Karura's death.
His siblings ignored him blaming him for their mother's death. So, Gaara grew up abused by alcoholic father, ignored, and unloved.
He grew up without a mother's love.
Then at school, everyone shunned him or picked on him. He was friendless. One day, a boy was torturing him endlessly, by having two goons hold him, while he painfully burned Gaara, by putting hot cigarette bums on his skin. The boy taunted him "A useless weak sniveling thing."
He could not endure it any longer. The pain, the anger, the sadness of not being loved. A new demon was unleashed. Gaara lost control and killed the boy strangling him.
After that Gaara was know as a monster, and people stayed even father away from him, afraid of suffering the same fate.
Gaara was turning out all wrong. He felt nothing back then, only the lust to kill someone. He joined a gang and killed many.
He hated school. But he did not drug out. He absolutely found no good use for it. And he was rarely seen in school.
Then he later found out about drugs. Oh, how he loved them. How they made him feel. He felt so numb, there was no pain.
It felt so damn good, when he injected drugs in himself. The exhilarating rush that was so intense. The blood in his veins felt like they were on fire, every time.
But everything change, when he met Naruto. Uzumaki Naruto was an ex-gang member of the gang. A sworn enemy of the gang.
Gaara was supposed to shot him when the gang cornered him. But he couldn't. He was amazed at the boy's determination to stay alive. Even after being beaten badly, he would stand up every time. But then he felt angry at that boy. How could have betrayed the gang? Didn't he feel shame? And more importantly, Gaara never hesitated to kill someone.
That boy was making him feel confused.
But there was something about that boy that intrigued him. Feeling even more confused, Gaara vowed to kill him.
Gaara was again, instructed to kill Naruto. He tried beating him with his bare fists that could make any strong man fall.
Naruto was still standing. That boy had a stamina no ordinary human could have.
And then the impossible happened. Naruto beat Gaara. No body has ever beaten him before, except Naruto.
Gaara wanted to know how he was beaten and to know more about this boy.
Gaara later learned Naruto was a student in his school. Same age, same grade, different classes. Soon, Gaara was going to school everyday, just to spy on Naruto what he did.
But one day, Naruto caught Gaara watching him. He was very annoyed. And they fought again.
Again, Gaara lost.
But after that fight, a delicate bond of friendship was made between him.
Gaara and Naruto started to hang out with each other.
Naruto became Gaara's first friend.
Gaara learned that Naruto was like him in many ways. Naruto had no parents and he had been shunned and picked on. But later on, Naruto slowly started making friends. He wasn't lonely like him. On the brink of insanity, stuck in his own hell.
Naruto introduced people to him, his friends. They were kind people, which Gaara had never experience with. It has hard for Gaara to be use to having people around him. He wasn't exactly a people person.
But after some time, he got use to people. He would never be as enthusiastic to meet people, like Naruto. But still he could communicate with people, at least.
Gaara also started to make a close bond with his siblings. At first they were scared of him, the monster he used to be. But now things have changed. Now, he was very close with his siblings.
But the hardest part, in Gaara's life, was going to rehab. Naruto, his friends, and his sibling urged Gaara on. His addiction to drugs was dangerous. It was going to kill him, if he didn't stop. Drugs were what, Gaara used to vent out his frustration and anger on. It was extremely hard for him to give up drugs. He couldn't live without drugs.
Gaara was stubborn. He refused to obey. There were times when he thought; again he was going to be on the brink of insanity.
But after many days, and many months, Gaara was free to leave. He had finally conquered his drug addiction.
Soon his sister, Temari moved to NY to study fashion. Her dream always was to be a fashion designer. And New York had some best fashion-designer schools in the world. His brother, Kankuro also left for New York, where his was offered a well-paying job opportunity.
Gaara then decided too, that he would move out of Japan and into the United States. He had a hard, rough, long past in Japan. He needed to be somewhere new. He felt New York, wasn't his kind of place. After, researching all 50 states in the U.S, he found Michigan interesting. The unusually shape of the state, which was shaped like a mitten. Also, the fact that Michigan was home to more than 11,000 lakes fascinated him.
And for some other unknown reason, Gaara felt somewhat attached to Michigan, like there was someone or something there for him. Only god knew why.
He decided to move Detroit. A well-known populated city in Michigan.
And so Gaara got settled, he decided what high school he would be going to, where he going to stay, etc.
When, He got his U.S vista and passport it was time to leave. Gaara said his good-byes and headed on to a direct flight to Detroit, Michigan. And you know then rest.
Naruto and his friends was sad to see him go, but was happy for Gaara. He would be starting fresh. Japan held too many bad things of his past.
Of course they keep in contact phone and the computer. But things wouldn't be the same, without him there.
And that was his sad, rough past. But everything was going change for him, little did he know that he would be changing some else's life. He would be saving someone from their abusive hell, very soon...
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After, half an hour, Gaara woke up from his light slumber. Dreams of his past once again, haunted him.
He looked at the time. He cursed himself. It was almost time for his new high school to start. Thank God, he rented an apartment that was walking distance to his new high school.
But before getting leaving, he checked his cell phone. Missed calls.
Naruto already had called him three times in a row, today.
Lee had called thrice, also.
And Kankuro and Temari had called him two times, yesterday.
He smirked. It looks like his friends and family haven't forgotten him after all.
He put his cell phone back into his pocket and headed out the door, to his new high school.
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Sakura finally arrived at school.
After sometime. The walk to school was different. No screaming ladies at their husbands, no kids shouting, no early drug dealers dealing drugs to kids, and no pimps trying to recruit more prostitutes. The walk to school was peaceful. And she got to admire the beautiful sun rising.
And she didn't arrive early, either. She arrived just in time, for school to start, enough time to go to her locker without getting bothered; which was a good thing. If she arrived early, she would be a victim of early morning bullying, which wasn't pleasant.
Maybe, it was a sign, today would be better.
Sakura slightly smiled. She hoped.
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End of Chapter 3.
a/n: I'm really sorry about the late update. I mean no harm. My laptop crash and got broken again. And also, I went on a cross-country road trip with my family to drop my brother and his stuff of his college.
It was kind of hard being stuck in the same car as him. He's all ways bitching 24/7 and screaming at whoever's driving to go faster, or he'll be late for college and his room mate will come before him and take up all the space.
But I really doubt that. His room mate is Indian, like us. But he's from Kuwait. He's coming directly from Kuwait. Where it's tax-free. Damn it! I wish it was tax-free here.
Sometimes, it was really hard to get a hotel/motel. Because there was some event in town like a rodeo or something. Like, in NY it was really hard to get a hotel. In the end, we spend the night in a really nice 5 star hotel for $100 a night.