A collection of one-shots about the secret lives of our favorite characters. I'll be writing one every day or every other day. If you have any requests for new characters to do, please input it into a review. I may or may not do the character depending on my feelings about the character. Leave suggestions, critiques, flames, etc in a review, and I'll reply when I have time to.

After years of fighting to the death with each other, they each thought they knew each other. But did they really? Everyone has their own secrets, and the Rookie 12 are no exceptions. Collection of one-shots. Dark. Mentions of cutting, rape, abuse, etc. Ratings may go up.

.:The Secrets Within:.

.:Kurenai: Violation:.

(This takes place during the group's genin days and after Naruto and Jiraiya brought Tsunade back, but for the sake of my plot, Kurenai will be pregnant with Asuma's baby long before his death. Doesn't really affect anything.)

"Congratulations, Kurenai-san. It's a healthy baby girl," Shizune exclaimed, marking off things on her clipboard. I stared, awestruck, at the ultrasound of the life inside my still somewhat flat stomach. "You said that you've been having minor cramps and headaches lately, but those are typical symptoms of early pregnancy. Nonetheless, we'll keep checking up on you to make sure you and your baby are alright, and I'll prescribe you some medicine to ease the pain."

For a few minutes, all that could be heard was the scritch-scratching of Shizune's pencil against hard wood. The calm silence was soon interrupted as Shizune inputted her thoughts. "By the way," she suddenly said, "who's the father, if you don't mind me asking." The Godaime's apprentice grinned in thought. "It's Asuma, isn't it? All of the jounins are curious about you too, especially if the Ice Queen of Konoha is taken."

I rubbed my bare stomach unconsciously. "Y-yeah," I muttered, though making sure my doctor could still hear me. "Asuma's really ecstatic. He already bought a bunch of baby clothes and toys, even though he doesn't know whether she'll be a boy or girl. He was really disappointed that he couldn't be here today, since his team had a mission."

Shizune nodded and said, "I can tell that you two will be great parents. Has he popped the question, yet?"

I shook my head. "I don't know, though. We don't want our child to be born out of wedlock. I think he might propose soon." Although honestly, it would be much more beneficial for him if he didn't.

Shizune accepted my answer and helped me clean myself up. Afterwards, she handed me my prescription notices, and I left the hospital with a soft gnawing of guilt.

My name is Yuuhi Kurenai, and I am a jounin-ranked kunoichi of Konohagakure. I'm not very strong or powerful, I'll admit that much, but I have my specialties, too. I specialize in genjutsu and tricks of the mind. I always pride myself in my illusions, since I was one of the best genjutsu specialists in Konohagakure. Those silly illusions couldn't help me that night, though. If only I had been stronger, than I could have defended myself. Asuma wouldn't have to carry another burden on his shoulder.

It was well past midnight in Konoha, and Kurenai was now just getting ready to walk home after a small celebration for Anko's birthday—that got out of hand, in fact. The birthday girl and the guys were passed out drunk at Anko's place, but Kurenai was still quite sober, so she decided to head home. She didn't see a single person outside as she walked along the streets, and the only things she could hear were her footsteps and the crickets chirping in the air.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her violently and covered her mouth. Kurenai widened her eyes and struggled in shock, wishing that the intruder was one of her friends playing a prank on her. She thrashed under her assaulter's strong grasp, but to no avail. She cursed herself for leaving her weapon pouch at home, even if she was just going to a simple party.

Her attacker didn't forget to bring his weapon, though. Through the darkness of the night, Kurenai couldn't see his face, but she could easily make out the glint of metal of a knife. The attacker promptly ripped apart her clothes and bandages, leaving her with a few cuts and vulnerably nude to the world. She could just imagine his malicious, lustful grin as he touched her, violated her, ruined her. Tears further blurred her diminishing vision as she continued to fight back, although her efforts were tarnished due to her tiring, bruised body.

The next morning, Asuma found her in a dark, abandoned alley, bleeding and naked like a wilted rose.

Because I was so weak and susceptible, I was raped. My rapist—damn him to hell—left behind a present for me: I was pregnant with his child. Asuma was devastated for days. He was in a dangerous, somber mood for weeks, and no one could find out why, but he confronted me again one day.

"Asuma!" Kurenai cried out in surprise as she saw her lover nearing her. She turned around briskly and was about to escape in a mad dash, but his tan, coarse hand firmly grasped onto her wrist. His hold was nothing like her violator's hold; his was warm and gentle, while the rapist's was violent and frantic. She tried to pull away, but his strong cling onto her forced her to turn around. Kurenai could already feel tears pricking in her eyes.

"Kurenai," his tired, baritone voice called out her name. "We need to talk. Let's talk." He sounded so eager and scared, that Kurenai just couldn't resist but give into his demands.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, nearly collapsing into his arms. "If I had just been stronger, I could have protected myself."

"No!" Asuma shouted. "Listen to me, Kurenai. This is my fault. Where was I when you were violated? I was passed out drunk on Anko's couch, that's where! While you were crying and calling out my name for me to rescue you, weren't you? Why am I such a useless boyfriend?" Asuma pulled her into an embrace promising warmth and love. Kurenai could only blubber in his chest like a little girl, wanting comfort and assurance. "I've spent long, hard weeks thinking, Kurenai. I've decided to take care of the baby. It's not just your child anymore, Nai-chan. It'll be mine, too. I'll take care of her like she was my own kin."

Kurenai tearfully looked up into her captor's gaze. "I can't let you do that!"

Asuma smiled softly at her and kissed away her tears. "It'll be our little girl. She'll be a daddy's girl. She'll be my princess."

As the weeks slowly and painfully pass by, I can't help but feel bitter at my growing stomach, though. Each time I stroked my belly, I was reminded of that painful night where I was helpless and tainted by an unknown man.

My name is Yuuhi Kurenai, and my darkest secret—the secret that I want no one to know—is that I hate my baby, even though she's an innocent yet to be born into the cruel world.

Eighth chapter done. Poor Kurenai and Asuma... Why am I so cruel? Anyways, I tried not to repeat a lot of words in this chapter, but it was hard. (I often repeated 'strong,' 'violated,' 'attacker,' etc. Agh. I still hope you guys enjoyed it. And I finally reached 1k views yesterday! To be exact, I currently have 1,273 words. And only 11 reviews. Are you kidding me? Grr... With this chapter, though, I'll have over 11k words. This calls for a celebration! -Throws virtual confetti in the air.- If you review, you'll get a virtual cake in honor of this fanfic!

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