DISCLAIMER: NO, ACTUALLY, I DON'T OWN NARUTO. THANKS FOR REMINDING ME.
Warning: F-ed up scene ahead.
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She was twelve. Only twelve.
Her father had just been killed a week ago, right in front of her.
She was walking home, head down, done with today's clumsy pickpocketing. She hadn't quite got the hang of it. She kept having to run after she got caught. But that didn't matter. What mattered was her that her mother was waiting for her and the money she brought home. She couldn't care less where it came from as long as they had it.
She made a right down an alley she used often and was about halfway down when she ran into him.
"S-Sorry." she made as if to go around him, but he blocked her way.
She looked up at him and recognition dawned on her face.
"Hello, Haruno."
He was smiling at her like an old friend.
"No..." she murmered, backing away quickly. "Get away! You killed my father!" she turned to run, but he grabbed her wrist and squeezed tightly.
"So you saw that? Interesting..."
She screamed, and he clapped a hand over her mouth.
"No, no, you don't want to do that. It would spoil everything."
Sakura closed her eyes tightly, wishing with all her might that she had not stayed out so late.
He laughed softly in her ear as he pulled her pants down.
She whimpered.
"That's it. Stay quiet."
He ripped her shirt open to stare at her small breasts.
"No!" she pushed at him in vain.
"Sorry, sweetie, but there's nothing you can do."
Stop it.
Why are you doing this?
Why?
She sobbed and he laughed once more.
Her panties were around her ankles now and something hard was between her legs.
She stomped on his foot, but that only made him bite her ear.
His hands were playing with her breasts, moving them around, squeezing them.
His mouth was on her neck, sucking hard.
She didn't like the thing between her legs and grabbed it, squeezing hard.
He groaned with pleasure and shoved his fingers between her legs.
She stifled a scream of pain as he twisted his fingers around inside then withdrew them.
"Did you like that?" he whispered huskily in her ear, the hand he'd used to invade her stroking her face.
She brought her hands up to choke him and he grabbed both her wrists in one hand.
It was inside her now, and he was grunting softly.
Oh, the pain.
Why is he hurting me like this?
She moaned and the hard thing shoved into her harder and faster. His grunts became louder.
Blood.
Why is there blood?
Why am I bleeding?
He was kissing her now, his tongue forcing her mouth open. She hated his taste. She bit down on his tongue and received a bite on the lip.
She began to scream again and he hit her mouth. She bit her own tongue and tasted blood.
She clawed at his back, his arms, his face, but all he did was smash her head against the wall of the building they were against.
"Stop... Stop it." she sobbed.
He pulled away from her and the hard thing left as well.
She fell to her knees, sobbing.
He only laughed again, and drew out a knife.
She didn't look up.
He lifted her shirt to reveal her bare back.
"I'll leave you with something to remember me by on that untouched back of yours."
The knife carved painfully into her back as he placed his mark on her.
"Unlike your father, you survived after meeting me. Count yourself lucky."
She sobbed harder.
"C'mon, honey, you should be honored I chose you." he said, laughter in his voice.
She couldn't answer. She felt too violated, too hurt.
The place between her legs throbbed painfully and she curled in on herself, clutching her stomach as she threw up.
His laughter haunted her long after he left her in the alley.
When she had finally been able to stand and get herself home, her mother had hung herself from the rafters.
She passed out at the sight of her mother's swaying body.
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"Sakura! Wake up!" Tenten yelled, shaking her friend's body roughly.
She'd been having a nightmare and thrashed around, actually managing to land a hit on Tenten's jaw.
Her movements stilled and then her eyes fluttered open.
"Tenten?" she said weakly.
"Yeah, it's me. I'm here." Tenten smiled warmly at her, one hand on her bruised face.
"What happened to your face?"
"You were thrashing around a lot in your sleep." Tenten brushed stray strands of hair away from her friend's broad forehead.
"Sorry. Bad dream." Sakura closed her eyes and his laughter came back. She opened them again with a gasp.
"It's okay. It's not the first time I've been hit in the face." the older girl's face was creased with worry.
She knew that whatever her friend had been dreaming about had not been pleasant.
She still keeps everything locked up inside. I've known her for three years and all I've learned is her name.
"I'm still sorry."
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Sasuke screamed with frustration, in his room after a long talk with his father.
He was now confined to the compound. His 'antics' yesterday had convinced his father that he was yet too young to leave the safety of the Uchiha compound.
That was what pissed him off the most.
His father didn't know the first thing about him.
Noone did.
Noone but her.
She had, perhaps unconsciously, known exactly what he had needed after returning home.
And that both reassured and mystified him.
He punched his pillow, hoping it would make him feel better, but the damn thing was too soft and didn't remind him of his father's face at all.
Still angry, he flopped down on his bed and pounded it with his hands and feet.
Didn't help at all. It just messed up his bed even more than it already was.
Fuck.
He looked out the window and saw that it couldn't be any later than nine o'clock.
Only three more hours.
Surely he could wait that long...
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Noon came and went while he passed his time reading a book he'd gotten from the family library. Itachi had been in there, annoyingly enough, with the excuse that he was bored and needed some new reading material.
Which meant he was on orders from Father to keep an eye on him.
He turned the page quickly without really looking at the words and the page ripped.
He growled, growing more impatient by the second.
A gust of wind blew in through the window and turned the next page for him.
He threw it to the floor with impatience, scowling darkly.
Where is she? How dare she be late! She told me she'd be back by now. His selfish, pampered heir attitude was kicking in.
But- A tiny thought was niggling at his brain, the part where his softer side hid in public.
Noone had seen that side but Sakura, and it had been accidental. His father had trained him severely, which had given birth to that side of him.
What if something had happened to her?
No way. Not her.
That would be absurd.
His other side wouldn't be silenced.
Just what if?
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Naruto found Kiba and Lee scouting out the Uchiha compound at about noon, having searched for them everywhere else in the city.
"She was with the Uchiha heir." Naruto told his friends, gazing at the tall wall as well, his blue orbs scanning it expertly for any hand or footholds.
"What?!" Lee was outraged.
"With Sasuke Uchiha! No fucking way."
Akamaru barked in agreement.
"Yes, way. But I can't figure out the connection. What would Sakura have been doing with a rich bastard like him?"
"What if he-"
"Don't even go there. Sakura would never have put up with that kind of shit."
"The only way to know for sure is to get in and ask. But there are sure to be guards and clan members wandering the grounds." Naruto bit his lip uncertainly.
"We'll have to come back tonight then."
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Keigo watched the three teens leave, brown eyes filled with curiosity.
They'd been talking about that girl. The one his master knew.
He had to tell him. They could be of some use.
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A/N:
R&R Please
I realize I can write some pretty messed up crap.