Chapter warning: contains slight lemon. Don't worry, this is only going to happen ONCE in the whole story and is quite necessary for the plot. Just bear with me here, mkay?

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Chapter 1: Help Out a Comrade

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The floor was damp and cold; dirt dug into her left arm and leg. Without opening her eyes, Sakura tried to figure out her surroundings by sound and feel. Echoes of water droplets falling lifelessly into puddles gave her the clue that she was in some sort of cave. Based on this analysis, she concluded the distant thundering noise was some sort of waterfall a ways off in the distance.

"I know you're awake, Sakura." A voice echoed just as melancholy as the drip-drop of the water falling against the cavern floor, "open your eyes."

That voice… she realized before doing as told, finding herself lying on her side, face to face with…well, who was he anyways? Friend? Foe? Lover? Traitor? Sakura couldn't tell, and as she looked into his dark charcoal eyes, she was at an even greater loss for describing the man before her.

Sasuke was lying on his side, parallel to her, with his head propped up in his hand as he watched the fearful girl's expression. Smirking, he reached out his hand, a gentle finger running over a deep cut on her arm—the touch burning like fire, the after shock stinging like ice.

"Sas…ke…kun…" she whispered out in disbelief.

"Shouldn't you, a medical ninja, have healed that already?" He asked condescendingly, yet she couldn't help but feel the seducing undertones in his words being transferred through his feather light touches.

His hand ran up her shoulder and to her face, where he gently caressed the innocent skin along her cheek. "You've grown." Her mouth fell open slightly as her body trembled at his touch; confusion and fear mixed with longing and desire. "I need you…" he whispered, leaning his face closer to hers, "…Sakura."

The last syllable of warm breath ghosted over her skin, causing a small, involuntary gasp to escape from between her lips. They were soon taken over by two others pressing breathtakingly against hers; a pair of lips that she had wanted for so long to kiss her as they were right now. Suddenly her hands were free and she was lying on her back, being straddled and kissed by her former teammate.

She couldn't stop him if she wanted to, and even if she could, she wouldn't. Her free hands, which could have reached for a kunai in her pocket, instead went to his head, weaving through his hair, and pulling him deeper into their fitful kiss. She felt as something slipped past her lips and began to caress the inside of her mouth--a small, feminine, yet wanton moan working its way out from between the two of them.

Pants and short breaths echoed of the walls of the cavern as their tongues struggled for dominance. She could only arch into the hand which unzipped her top and began caressing the soft, flat skin of her belly.

With his ever so trademark smirk Sasuke pulled away, nipping on her lower kiss-swolen lip lightly. He looked down at his work of art, the female ninja laying completely and willingly vulnerable before him. "I need your help…will you help me?" he asked quietly.

Nodding was the only way she could answer him. How pathetic am I? she thought as her mind finally came back to life. Just as Sasuke went to kiss her again, she protested, "Wait…what do you need help with? And what about the others? Are you going to come back to Konoha after this?"

Sasuke sighed, rummaging through her pouch and pulling out a kunai. Before she could act, he had ripped open the bandages wrapped around her chest. "You talk too much."

She shivered as the cold air reached the sensitive skin on her chest. Frowning, she collected a large amount of chakra in her left hand and sent it sailing towards his face. Sasuke, however, caught the projectile by her wrist and pinned it back above her head. Closing his eyes, he opened them once more to reveal a sharingan she had never seen before.

"I will use this if I have to." He whispered lowly in her ear.

She growled, "Looks like I don't have much choice anyways."

His other hand reached down to play with one of her nipples, earning him a small gasp. "You might have super strength, Sakura, but admit it…" He leaned forward, his lips only centimeters away from ear, "You're weak for me."

She would have continued to protest but when he slipped his hand below her shorts, Sakura instantly turned to clay in his hands.

You're weak for me…

It was true. Though she'd never admit it, she would be on her knees faster than you could say "Uchiha heir". She knew he'd never love her, but she also knew she'd always love him; fighting against those feelings was about as hopeless as getting him to return them.

You're weak for me…

She brushed off the thought like a dandelion in the wind. So what if he knew her weaknesses, while she had no idea of his? He wanted her, he needed her, and that's all she cared about, or at least, right at this moment.

I'm weak for you.

She lay naked on the cavern floor, feeling spent but not at all used. No, even if she had been used, she would never admit it. Even if it did have the undertones of rape, she would deny it. Even if she was left shivering there, lying on the cold, wet stone, she bore no ill-will toward the man who had just taken her; such was heart of a woman in love.

Besides, he promised her he'd be back, that he needed to gather supplies for her. Supplies for what? She pondered, but didn't dare ask. He said he wasn't going to leave her, and she didn't want to test that. So, grabbing her shirt, she laid it over herself for warmth and fell back asleep.

A couple of hours had passed until Sasuke finally returned to the cave to find Sakura still fast asleep. Sitting down beside her, he reached into his bag to pull out a simple female outfit he had bought for her (bandages as well) and some kunais and shurikens since he had left her bag behind.

Sasuke's mind instantly reverted to the sleeping team they had left behind; He had realized that with her missing, it might distract them from chasing after him. After all, who would suspect their teammate had been kidnapped by the very person they were all looking for. Not likely. If anything, they'd suspect an enemy; maybe even Akatsuki, but not Sasuke himself.

He looked over at the girl, her pink hair disheveled from their earlier tryst, face slightly muddy from the sweat and dirt. But even still, he had to admit, she was quite pretty. And if it did turn out that she did produce an offspring, Sasuke had already decided he was satisfied with her being the one to carry on the lineage. She was smart, skilled with genjutsu, extremely strong and only had one weakness: him.

However, this was not to say he loved her by any means. No, she just lived up to his standards—that was all. He knew she was still madly in love with him and not liable to leave him, no matter how much she might threaten to; all of this making her perfect for his next big project.

Reaching over, he gently shook her shoulder, and immediately the girl was awake. "We need to get moving. I got you some new clothes; we can use your old ones to separate your scent, distracting them from finding you."

"So…I'm not going back then?" she asked, accepting the new clothes.

"No. From now on you'll be staying with me." He smirked, "that is what you wanted, correct?"

She knew he was talking about the day he left, the day she begged him so helplessly not to go; anger welled up inside her, "What if it isn't?" even though she had her back turned to him so she could wrap the new bandages around her chest, he could still sense her glaring.

"You love me." He stated simply.

"So? Just because I love you, doesn't mean that if you asked me to jump off a bridge that I would." She said, finally turning around as she pulled the new grey shirt over her head. It was a little baggy, but Sasuke hadn't really bothered to find something her size.

"Hn." He stood up then looked at her with his new sharingan eyes, "No, but I could make you anyways."

"Teme." She growled before throwing her hand toward his face. Sasuke of course caught once again.

"You really shouldn't test my patience." He lifted her chin so their eyes connected, sending her down a spiral into what was known as the Mangekyou Sharingan.

Every one of her fears was brought to the forefront as he confronted her in her world of pain and sorrow, "This is only a minute in Tsukuyomi, which isn't even half a second in reality. Need I go on or will you help me?" he confronted her, wondering if she was even listening to him as she looked around in horror.

Watching her parents fall dead, her comrades mutilated, feeling so very weak and helpless, she sobbed out, "Please! I'll help you!"

Suddenly she was back, chin still held in his hand, now looking only into black obsidian eyes. "Good," he answered curtly before yanking his hand away and walking over to his bag. "I got you some supplies as well." He handed her a few kunais and shurikens. "Anything else you need we can get on the way."

"On the way?" She asked, taking the metal weapons, "to where?"

He began to walk out of the cave and replied, "To the rest of my team."

RA: Thank you anon for your review! I try to make the narration as well-written as possible, seeing as it makes up for half of the story.

I know this chapter and the prologue were relatively short, but I promise you that they will get longer as I progress. I use chapter breaks to create a sense of time passing and transition, and it just so happens that there is a lot of that in the beginning. My normal chapters are usually about 3500+ words (about 9-10 pages in MS word) and to give you an idea, this chapter was only 1600 (3-4 pages).

So that is all, Review please! :D