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-Untold Secrets-

-20-

The muscles in her shoulder ached. She tried to tense them and roll them for her circulation, but the blood had left her arms fifteen minutes ago, leaving them tingling and numb.

She could just barely stand on her own two feet as her arms bent at the elbow to adjust to her new height. However, the only thing worrying her at the moment was Yoko's words.

"You'll be fully aware of things when he arrives."

In other words, the drug will have wore off by that moment in time. Already, she could feel the intruding chemicals dying down and her vision returning. She had time to figure out what the hell was happening.

Yoko's strange call and the 'bet' made was now clearly centred around herself. She had sold her… or more specifically, her virginity. She overcome the shock of that little fact five minutes ago. The bitch would pay.

A girl's virginity was supposed to be lost through love, when the time is right. But Sakura couldn't help but think it would be a small price to pay if it meant escaping.

Osamu wouldn't want her anymore… she would be tarnished. Broken goods. Perhaps he would simply discard her at the nearest orphanage, which would be the home Naruto and Tenten came from. That sounded like a luxury right now.

But along with Osamu discarding her came the serious blow to her personality. Episodes like this affect everything about a person, and not only that, but her whole relationship outlook on the future could be in peril. Not only would Osamu not want her; nobody would.

She laughed dryly finding no humour behind the small act. This sucked.

Her vision cleared and she examined the room in disgust. She wouldn't be surprised if the designs for this room were taken directly from a porn movie. Walls were bright red with strange devices hanging on hooks or rested against black shelves… devices that made her shiver. She did not want to know how they worked out.

The floor beneath her was wooden still, thank god. If she felt furry carpet beneath her she would have puked and stained the abomination. Actually, that sounded quite nice right about now. Never had she welcomed the ability to lose her dinner with so much warmth. Perhaps the small happiness from ruining the room partially would distract her from what would happen.

Her mind wondered to which rat bag Yoko would have picked and her final selling price. She scoffed and began to imagine some bulky male with his brain residing in his penis. Perhaps he would suffer brain damage if she sent her leg sharply upright.

Yet, the humorous thoughts died and sorrow replaced any optimistic outlook she had once carried. One simple, innocent thought of him made the situation be less favourable and death more welcoming. Yet she wouldn't harness such thoughts. Still, it would have been nice… if she lost her virginity to him.

Gaara.

One thought of him made her regret eating the poisoned food. She didn't need chakra to out-power Yoko and if the food hadn't been a setback, she could have ran while she still had the chance. If only she had figured things out sooner.

Yoko was delusional. It was too clear what was going on in her head, yet the sense she found out of her little plot completely escaped Sakura.

She now understood why Yoko stayed with the monster. It wasn't out of love… it was fear. Yet, not the sort of fear associated with losing ones life. This was much more desperate; the fear of not being loved. The fear of being abandoned into a world that didn't need used goods. After all, no one wants another man's left over's with a life of abuse. So Yoko chose the safest option: To stick with the man for fear of being left alone.

How could Sakura cope after the act? Beg the man who bought her to take her away. Follow him like one lost puppy would? Sakura had too much pride for such a thing. Besides that, she didn't want to stay with such a man… all she wanted was love, as cheesy as it sounds.

And as crazy as it sounds, she found herself thinking of the broody red-head once more when that four lettered word came to mind. No, she didn't love him. Of course not. She didn't even know what she was to him. The little tricks and games they played left her longing for him.

The word came to mind, not out of love for him, but for the fact that if she was ever to love another, it would be him. The feelings were already growing and taking over like a drug. She wondered how long it would have taken for her to completely fall for him. Heck, it could have only taken a day. She wouldn't be surprised.

A clicking sound brought her back to her senses as her head snapped up in defiance and worry. She couldn't give up so easily, and despite her discomforting position, she managed to gain the tiniest shred of chakra into her system. She was ready.

Yoko emerged and leaned casually against the door, as if she were waiting the 'customer's' approval. In he came, just like Sakura had imagined.

He was a tall, bulky man wearing all the right clothing to intimidate men and make women fall. Only Sakura wasn't falling. She would make sure he was the one who fell.

He walked slowly, trying to vanquish the determined gleam in her eye, yet she stood firm, somewhat angering him. Okay, maybe not the best of starts.

"Leave" He ordered the grinning Yoko, who sent a wink in the captive girl's direction, before leaving the room. The staring connection they kept hadn't been shattered or disturbed by Yoko.

"So, how much did I sell for?" Sakura asked feeling some of her Shishou's temper and antics coming into play. She had spent too much time with the blonde woman.

The man's lips upturned as he approached and traced his fingers down the skin of her arm. "15, 000"

Sakura couldn't help but raise her eyebrows. That… was impressive. "What a waste"

"Oh, how so?" He taunted as her eyes closed as if relaxed in such proximity. His fingers found their way tracing down her figure, dipping and stretching over her curves. The dress didn't help, rising upwards in her position thanks to her elevated arms. She cursed the straps with a hiss.

"Well, I don't plan on submitting to you. Believe me when I say I will leave you seriously crippled. What a waste of money, you could have bought three sluts permanently…"

The man chuckled deeply, leaning over to whisper in her ear. "I don't plan on seeking your permission. You're mine for as long as I choose tonight."

"Sure you wanna lean so close?" She taunted right back sending her leg up into the man's stomach with the slightest of chakra powered into the move.

The man stumbled backwards clutching his stomach. Apparently he had quite the toned stomach, because he stood back up after a sympathetic rub and glared at Sakura. "You don't want to do things the hard way" He warned walking back with more purpose.

"I do, believe me" She said before sending a sidekick out into the man's stomach, using up half of the small amount of gathered chakra. The man was sent backwards, barging into the door leaving a giant crack which would no doubt appear on both sides of the door.

The man stood up with an incredulous look as he examined Sakura. In no way could she provide such power to a blow. It was inhuman.

Stomping forward the man moved out of the way of Sakura's other leg and, instead, grabbed it. Startling the pink-haired girl, he lifted her by the leg and hooked it around his waste after delivering a blow to her face for her fight. Grabbing her other thigh, digging his stubbed nails into her skin with much force, he lifted it around his waste and sent her a sinister look.

"You will obey me, little bitch" He ordered through clenched teeth before roughly kissing her neck as she balanced and squirmed against his waist, where she clung. She struggled against him, gripping her chains with her twisted hands to provide a feeling of resistance in herself. His hands were tightly closed around her legs and her hands bound. She had no way of resisting… unless.

As predicted, the man came up and forced his mouth upon hers, parting her lips with his own in a bruising manner which stung. He forced his tongue through her mouth and she took her chances, biting down hard on the intruding body part. She gripped tighter when the man winced in pain and screamed into her mouth as he tried to pull back his tongue. Eventually, the slimy intruder withdrew from her lips, and she then tasted the strong, coppery taste on her mouth. She spat out the disgusting taste, leaving it to run down her chin and nightgown.

She looked up in time to watch his swollen, loose tongue move back into his mouth, trickling blood down his own chin and clothes. She smirked in some form of victory. "Fucking bitch!" he yelled striking her face hard in the same spot as the last strike. She yelped when he struck her but looked back up, as he half expected tears. She had faced worse pain from the owner of the house.

He growled at her before dipping down to her neck, and sinking his own teeth into the soft skin there, making her scream in pain as he continued to break hr skin leaving a bloody wound to run down her shoulder. Her arm began to feel more numb and when he drew away, mixing the blood on his chin with her own, a smug grin took place on his lips. Her face looked troubled and sore with the new addition.

She looked down to see the wound, which looked more like a dog had savaged her shoulder.

She struggled against him, focusing her chakra in her leg, once more for her final blow, before she was helpless. She managed to squirm her leg out of his grasp and lift the limb into contact with his male pride, sending him backwards on the floor in pain, as she fell and the chains above her yanked at he muscles in her arm from the fall. She panted for oxygen as her shoulder began to burn.

Her friend on the floor continued to roll and moan while clutching the appendage between his legs. He was down… for now.

She gasped in surprised when he managed to stumble upwards with a wince, glaring at her with a newfound hatred. 'he's pissed' she thought as Inner Sakura screamed to hurt him more, despite the fact she had no chakra left for usage.

The man continued forwards, a look of menace reflecting in the onyx eyes, which made her cringe. He stopped immediately, eyes wide and dimmed after the sound of a loud shot made her jump. Ever so slowly, he fell to the ground in front of Sakura with a dull thud, leaving her staring at the new figure behind the man, who was smaller in frame and build, yet still threatening.

"Hello Sakura, what have we here?" He sneered as he tucked the gun in his pants. Sakura panicked and looked down at the hole in her rape-ee's back. Looking back up, she should have felt thankful to him, even though he took everything from her, yet the look in his eyes wasn't in the slightest bit kind.

"O-Osamu?" She questioned weakly, feeling all the pain in her body begin to burn once more after the intense moment of silence and shock.

"Entertaining guests are we?" He asked voice taking a turn for the worst. She felt her heart speed up in fear. Why couldn't he see the obvious?

She looked past him out the opened doorway to see an unconscious Yoko on the floor, head bloody and face marred with a deep cut.

"Don't concern yourself with her…" He spoke up after following her eye's line of focus. "That little whore will get her punishment"

Sakura's breathing became hyperventilated as she watched him approach her. She didn't understand what would happen and could fathom the outcome.

He stepped forward and sent his fist into her stomach where she curled and lost her breath in a weak yelp. "I come back from a problematic trip to find you could have lost what I need you for?"

Sakura looked up through pain filled eyes. His taunts and words could sting more than a punch; she hoped he wouldn't use them against her. Only now did it strike her; how come he was back so early? Wasn't he on a week long trip? He shouldn't have been here; Yoko planned things out quite cunningly.

"You will stay here and think over what you've done."

"W-What I've done?" She spluttered feeling incredibly weak. "I did nothing!"

He back handed her cheek sending her head spinning as usual. "Did nothing!" He hissed loudly letting anger take control. "Whether it was Yoko or not, some form of trust must have come from you to be put in this situation!" He screamed in her face making her wince and close her eyes in terror.

He was right and the words stung like usual. She trusted Yoko when she placed that plate in front of her. Of course it was fishy for her to make Sakura food, and even claim it was Osamu's orders. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself and he knew it. It's how it had always been.

She felt his hand clutching her cheeks and opened her eyes to see him plunge his mouth on her own before pulling away in disgust and spitting. "You taste like him!" He screamed. Sakura held back her inner's yells of 'No shit! Can't you see the fucking blood?!'.

Grabbing the dead man in front of the still hanging young woman, Osamu drug his body from the room and closed the door in a feral slam.

Her head hung and she lost all feeling in her body as she slumped in the chains. Sleep… she was so tired of it, but welcomed the incoming darkness gratefully, taking her to a world sweeter than reality.

oOo

No energy came from the night's rest she received. It was unsettling and thought her eyes were closed in peace; she couldn't relax or gather enough chakra to heal. Any chakra she did poses worked on the pain of her tattered body, thanks to her earlier visitor's parting gift.

Yoko had arrived that morning, face bruised and battered. She looked heartbroken, yet she wouldn't receive any sympathy from Sakura, who had spat at her calling her a monster. She simply laughed… a dry, empty laugh. She was broken good now. Broken beyond repair. Her dim eyes said it all.

Sakura stared down at the cuts and lacerations over her arms and through her dress, which stained the frayed openings red. Supposedly cutting her up was her revenge; a pitiful one. Her once strong, vibrant green chakra was faded and weak. Easing her wounds from any pain, as she hung lifelessly. How long would she be in here? A week, right?

Yoko's visit was sneaky. Before Osamu left only an hour earlier, he had locked the door, telling his little 'pet' Yoko, who should have been the one hanging limply for her stunt, that he will send the key through post and it would arrive through the week. Clever, she supposed. He was starving her until the key was posted and she could feed her, as per his instructions. After more threats and talk outside the door, he left.

Monday.

She should be in school by now. Her mind began to drift and think of her friends. Were they worried about her? Were they asking how she was? She highly doubted Yoko would have called the school to warn them of her absence.

Maybe they would visit, or force past her to see Sakura. The part of her which warned against involving them suddenly sprung to life, but not defensively. She was a child when her friend was killed because of her behaviour. Not only that, but her school was secretive about its lessons. They were being trained for a reason, yet the reason escaped her. She had never asked before.

Her friends, they were so strong. How hadn't she noticed her predicament? They were strong and always there to help her? She scolded herself for thinking such thoughts. They sounded so selfish. She could never abuse her friendships like that.

But should they ask. Should they demand she tell them the truth and promise to protect her… she wouldn't be able to say no. She was tired of keeping it all in. Tired of this lifestyle. Osamu's world was filled with thugs like last night's… yet she dealt with him with the tiniest of chakra, and knew he would be no match against her should her arms not be unfairly tied and her chakra depleted.

Maybe, she should open up and trust her friends more.

She smiled before letting tears roll down her face. Would she see them again? What would happen this week… next week, when Osamu returned?

She found herself tiring of the topic and began to think of what happened of Yoko. Would she survive? This morning… she already looked dead…

"It's all your fault"

Sakura looked up to Yoko's vacant expression and bruised face. A small gash was hidden in her hairline and looked dry and bloody. The image disturbed Sakura.

"My fault?" She challenged growing sick of being blamed. "My life was stolen… my freedom imprisoned… my body bruised… your tricks twisted my life, as did his… yet you still blame me?"

"It's your fault"

"Look at you" Sakura spat full of pity. "You're pathetic. You can't even control your own life, stand up for yourself, so you submit to him. It's sick. Disturbing. Does playing the puppy entertain you, or are you absent of a brain, which could be telling you to run"

Yoko leashed out and slashed Sakura's arm. "I hate you! It's your fault he doesn't look at me anymore!"

"My fault… again. Perhaps you should gauge his eyes out, then he'll never look at anything again" Sakura laughed wanting to anger the woman to the edge. It worked, she slashed her stomach, ripping the vile pink dress.

"I love him and all he sees is you!" She cried.

"So take it out on him… I didn't ask for his attention! You're so selfish! You see nothing but you and your own misery! Your so wound up in your own self pity!" Sakura yelled at her receiving more cuts.

"Shut up bitch!"

"Get out if you can't handle the truth, whore!" Sakura snapped back. Looking down at the cuts she had received she scoffed.

"He only wants you for the league" Yoko sneered wanting her own revenge in the form of words.

"League… care to enlighten me?"

"It's simple… the main way to control a man is through his sexual desires, they can be wound around ones finger so easily"

"Yeah, we've all see the fine example you've shown… Osamu is so obviously hooked around your finger" She received more cuts as she laughed back at Yoko.

"He won't be here to save you forever. You will be taken by a man of power… as a peace offering for Osamu's brothels to become legal. He'll gain control throughout the city through sex. It's quite amusing really" Yoko chuckled.

"Hilarious" Sakura remarked dryly.

"Don't worry Sakura" Yoko began, trailing her knife along the pinkette's jaw line. "You're not alone in this… there are a total of eight member's of Osamu's league. Eight with so called 'exotic beauty'… I personally think you're just a freak" She spat making Sakura smile sweetly to spite the woman who turned and stormed out.

oOo

The blonde sat irritably, his leg jumping up and down in nerves. Something didn't feel right. He didn't know how he knew, just a feeling. It made him feel sick and his heartbeat nervously.

"N-Naruto-kun?" A shy voice from his side asked gently, he turned quickly making her jump.

"Sorry Hinata-chan" He cooed reaching for her hand to squeeze it gently. "But, don't you think it's odd?"

She nodded sadly. She wouldn't have been so worried and unsure if Tsunade had told them a little more, but it looked as thought the busty woman didn't know anything more than themselves. "Un, G-Gaara-san seems… a little tense t-too" She replied looking over to the red-head who was glaring holes in the back of the head of his classmate in front.

Naruto looked back attracting Gaara's attention and nodded in understanding. Where was she? She was causing quite a fuss in school, among quite a lot of groups. Sai joined them for lunch in the cafeteria every day in hopes of speaking or hearing news of her. He was quite worried about his new friend. The martial art's group began to whisper questions of her well being, not wanting to upset Gaara with their loud words.

Sasori and Deidara began demanding answers from different groups in school, including their own. Their searches weren't very informative as it was mainly led by Deidara who seemed to resort to questions last, as Sasori followed her wordlessly.

"P-Perhaps she's ill…" Hinata spoke up again, twiddling with her fingers as she glanced at Naruto.

"She would have answered my calls!" Naruto pouted crossing his arms and looking out of the window. Their Sensei, Kakashi, didn't seem to mind their loud discussion. He too, in fact, was quite concerned about Sakura. She made sure to come to school no matter what.

Her absences over the past few months had been phoned in by her father. Apparently he had snapped rudely at the receptionist and wasn't a very kind man. Kakashi had his suspicions too. The incident with Saki raised quite a few questions among the teachers. They still hadn't managed to get her to speak of it all.

"This sucks…" Tenten muttered into her hand, where she was slouched over. She picked her phone out of her bag and dialled Sakura's number once again. They had tried since Monday when she didn't turn up. She usually called Tenten or Naruto when she wouldn't come in. She sighed and hung the phone up once again.

"What happened last night?" Kiba asked Naruto who exchanged his playful pout with an angry look.

"Some blonde answered" He replied drawing Gaara's gaze to him. "Told me she didn't know where she was"

"Did she somewhat resemble a prostitute?" Gaara asked startling the surrounding crowd. He was participating in idle chatter?

Naruto snorted and held his hand to his chin in thought. "Yeah she did… but her face was badly bruised… she looked like she had been in a brawl" He snorted with a chuckle.

"Bruised?" Gaara questioned again in thought. He had overheard Sakura say she was a prostitute… maybe one of her client's roughed her up. But a nagging feeling in his stomach was telling him to look into things. He hadn't been able to meditate since Sunday night. It was Wednesday.

"Yeah, and I overheard Saki spreading rumours about her…" Tenten muttered with venom.

"What rumours?" Gaara pressed.

"She was telling her friends how Sakura was a prostitute in training or something… bitch"

Gaara narrowed his eyes and rose from his chair making Kakashi look up from his book. The class looked back to see the red-head heading towards the door.

"Gaara… please wait until the bel-… ah just go" Kakashi muttered looking back to his orange book, making the class stare strangely at him.

Gaara made it to his destination and threw open the door. "No interruptions please!" The teacher snapped before looking in confusion at Gaara.

"You, here" He said pointing to Saki who dropped the pen from her mouth in shock. She felt herself blush and rise as her friends gave her thumbs up.

"I beg your pardon, students are not authorised to-!"

Gaara looked at her in anger and looked back to Saki who walked down the classroom in front of him. "Don't jump to the wrong conclusions" He said coldly before walking out the classroom with a nervous Saki. "What is it I hear of your spreading rumours?" He asked turning around to stare at her in an intimidating fashion.

"G-Gaara-sama… what ru-"

"Don't play coy!"

"What about them?" She asked a little stronger, crossing her arms.

"Is there a shred of truth behind them?" He knew he shouldn't believe it. But something was troubling him.

"You believe me? Of course it's true! My cousin works for her father! She told me months ago!" She said a little happier while Gaara all but glared at her.

"Cousin?"

"Yeah, my cousin Yoko…" She smirked before continuing.

"You don't deserve to talk of her. Don't dare speak another word of it."

Saki's eyes grew before they begun to slowly close. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to spread rumours…" She begun hearing a scoff from Gaara. "…I only told my girlfriends."

"Why the sudden change of heart?" He had a feeling what had changed the brunette. He still felt sick around his number one fan girl, however.

Her eyes dimmed and she looked around the corridor, avoiding his eyes. "N-No reason"

"What did you see?"

"See… It isn't my place to say" She said, guilt overwhelming her senses as she looked to the floor. Gaara growled angrily feeling his patience slip and she looked up a little more courageously. "You should ask her. Go over there, make sure you get to see her…"

Gaara nodded feeling a little more respect for the girl. At least she knew what to do in the right situation. He heard her shuffle back to the door and barely caught her words before she slipped back into the classroom.

"I… saw torture"

He turned in shock to see she had left and he changed his course. He wanted to know what his siblings were talking about when she was visiting. He made it to another corridor overlooking a small section of the courtyard in the centre of the building. Looking out the windows he spotted his sister sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey" She called as he approached. Her eyes told him she knew why he was there.

"You know what I'm going to ask" He said standing cross armed.

Temari sighed and threw the white stick to the floor. She looked to the skies after a deep breath and began. "He beats her; her father. I just know it"

"She told you?" He asked feeling his anger rising.

"No, I just know what beatings look like… the excuses she uses… we've experienced them first hand Gaara…"

His eyes focused on the floor. She was right of course, like always. Suddenly, her words sunk in deeply. Beatings… she had been missing for how long? Three days. That was only from school, what if it began at the weekend? How long had she been alone, or worse. What if she…

His eyes slowly began to seep into golden hues and Temari stood quickly looking worried. "Gaara stop it! Calm down!"

He smirked before disappearing into a whirl or sand, which drifted off into the wind with purpose. Temari gasped and looked to the skies as if the sand would still be there.

"Shit!"

To Be Continued…

-Author dies of suspense- I know I know… I'm mean, but I'll get over it .

So, it was Osamu who saved her, eh? Betcha didn't think that would happen…

Next Chapter: Finding out the truth leaves Gaara angry and in search of Sakura. He will find her… make no mistake about that. And he wants revenge…