The Gift

Chapter Three

Sakura froze. His words pelted her like hail through her skin and tearing through her heart. She could practically feel her heart getting shot into a bloody mess. She swallowed, her throat constricted painfully like sandpaper rubbing against her flesh.

It was worse than a simple, "annoying." Or all the "annoyings" added together. This was the first time Sasuke ever sounded a little too grand or arrogant, like he was so much above her because he betrayed his country or something.

Of course he had called her weak before with the same tone…

"What…do…you…mean," Sakura asked, although her clipped monotone made her question sound like a threat, daring him to answer.

Infuriatingly, he had the nerve to turn his head away, and start walking away too! Damn those stupid overly long bangs for swishing around flamboyantly! Damn my eyes for scanning his ass! (Sakura's thought.)

In a shout of fury she propelled herself towards him, feet scampering through the air rapidly like an antelope. But time was nothing to the Uchiha, as he sensed her motion the moment she started and reacted like she was moving in slow motion. He grabbed her fists and twisted her arm savagely.

His eyes bored into hers, still onyx, but they seemed to say, "See? This is what I mean." Which only made Sakura even angrier. She knew that just by twisting her arm, he had broken her wrist, but Sasuke wasn't the only one who had gained a bit since four years ago.

Sakura held the same wrist up limply, the one that had been broken, and then aimed it at Sasuke's face. She punched thin air, because what once stood before her appeared behind her.

He was holding her wrist.

"Interesting…," he smirked. What he had just broken was mended within a couple of seconds. Both her chakra control and medical skills have improved tremendously. He had broken her wrist as a test of her ability. But his observation didn't last long; Sakura thrust her arm forward and then backwards to elbow him in the abdomen-hard.

Elbow bone, and chakra? Ouch.

Sasuke sucked in air quietly, that was sure to be the beginning of an ugly bruise, most likely to turn the shade of sickly yellow.

Sakura whipped around to face him; her body was in a low, predatory stance. She looked ready to fight.

Sasuke, enjoying her presence even more now took off of his shirt, also getting ready to fight. His katana was poised in his right hand.

"I know you Sakura. If you hurt me, you'll regret it," Sasuke smirked, trying to tick her off even more. Anger was good. Anger was strong.

"Not anymore, sweetheart," Sakura hissed back. They circled each other for a little bit, like lions dominating the shared territory before pouncing at each other. And pounce they did.

Simultaneously, the leapt at each other, katana clashing with kunai. Sasuke didn't infuse his blade with his chakra yet, he didn't feel like letting Sakura losing so early on.

"Rule: no explosives, unless of course, you need mommy and daddy dearest to come help," Sakura grinned.

"Done," Sasuke agreed, "Although I wouldn't be so sure in your case."

Sakura narrowed her eyes, feeling even more aggressive. Was Sasuke set out to bruise her ego or what? She took a swipe at his arm, miss.

"Your exploding tag kunai trick," Sasuke continued, springing away from Sakura, "You're known for using that in battle."

"You've heard?" Sakura almost smiled proudly.

He let out a breath through his nose, almost an airy smile, if not at least a sign of yes. He noticed Sakura scanning their gigantic 'love suite,' and realized that he should be doing the same. Knowing the landscape, no matter how small or un-battle-like it was, was always useful. Sakura leapt for the gym-sized bedroom. The bed dominated a good two-fifths of the room, a sturdy four-poster with thick layers of canopies draping down. At the corner of his eye, Sasuke thought he saw a small puff of smoke, but kept his attention at Sakura. He wasn't going to turn on his sharingan yet, he didn't feel like giving her the satisfaction so soon.

Sasuke followed her to the bed where she disappeared within the layers of cloth covering the bed. He slashed his way through the canopy and before he cut the last layer, a feminine looking arm stuck out from the inside and a voice purred.

"Sasuke-kun."

Sasuke immediately felt a yearning, and then suspicion, and then anger for his overreacting hormones. What was Sakura playing at? It seemed like that was the question of the night.

Sasuke leaned through the crack to find Sakura lying on the bed with her slip-off, face flushed. Her body was taut, and was she fingering herself?

"What the-

…FUCK!"

A kunai was stabbed into his back with immense force. It had to be half-way imbedded into his flesh.

"You learned the Kage Bunshin no jutsu?" Sasuke hissed through clenched teeth. He was not going to show that it hurt and that his hold body was pulsating, not because of the wound…

"Of course, I learned from the best," Sakura smirked, "As you said, with you not around, who else can I seek other than Naruto?"

Sasuke's teeth clenched harder after hearing that statement, his teeth was going to break if he didn't chill out soon.

Well, two can play that game. The kunai sank into a pool of mud instead of Sasuke's flesh. He appeared next to Kage bunshin Sakura on the bed, who unfortunately for him, disappeared in a puff of smoke.

The look of disappointment on Sakura's face was obvious, but she reacted fast.

"That was dirty and low," Sasuke growled.

"Do I care?" Sakura purred, stepping towards him. She crawled on to the bed and pushed his chest flat on to the bed. She stood on her knees next to Sasuke, who was now lying on the bed.

Sakura leaned down and whispered into his ear, "It distracted you."

Sasuke slip his hand up her thigh, past her ass (not without making a pit-stop to squeeze it), and to her waist, where he pushed her down a little.

Sakura's lips landed on his for a wonderful, sweaty and bloody kiss. Sasuke stuck his tongue inside Sakura's mouth and she just thrashed her tongue along with his. Their lips were wet from each others spit, but Sasuke didn't mind as he continued to stroke the insides of her mouth erotically.

Sakura felt like she was losing attention-fast, the contracting of the muscles down south proved as much. So she withdrew a little and bit down on Sasuke's lower lip. Blood seeped on to Sakura's lips and Sakura's fingers as she stroked his split-open lip. She sat up and tasted his blood from her mouth and from licking her bloodied fingers.

"Oh…salty," Sakura frowned, and then spit out some blood to the ground. She wiped the blood from her hands messily on her slip, a garment that was starting to look deranged with all the rips and blood. Then she held up her kunai.

Break's over.

A kunai whizzed by Sakura's face and cut a chunk of her pink hair off. She widened her eyes and upped her alert level. Where did Sasuke go?

She froze her eyes suddenly focused in on the hard and dark eyes of Sasuke. Strange, he hadn't turned on his sharingan, he must not have taken her intent to kill him seriously.

"If you don't keep alert, you'll get killed in a second," Sasuke warned.

Sakura smiled at him, putting her hands together in a seal behind her back. Tricky.

Soon Sasuke found himself getting sucked out of the room and into reverie…He could have come out in a second, what with his sharingan, but it was for the best he thought, to see what Sakura wanted him to see.

"Sasuke…sasuke…sasuke…sasuke," a cold echo repeated over and over, like it was bouncing off of invisible walls.

Suddenly Sasuke was back in Konoha, the spot he last stopped before leaving his country for power. A pale, pink-haired girl was lying on the bench with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Overhead the dark storm was brewing, the wind picking up, howling loudly. A streak of lightning cracked down from the dark sky, followed by a thunderous boom. But the girl slept on. Soon rain started pouring, drenching the girl and making her shiver unconsciously in her sleep, but she stayed sleeping. Sasuke stood there, drenched as well, just waiting for the night to be over. She never stirred from her sleep, only crying along with the weather in her nightmare.

Sasuke bent down to sit on the ground next to the bench. His face was eyelevel to seat, where young Sakura lay. She was much more juvenile then, with little traces of softness on her face, her shrunken mouth making sobbing noises. Sasuke stared at her and eventually took her hand in his. Her cold, wet hand, her pulse so slow, it was like she was a dead corpse instead of the vibrant girl he knew. Finally dawn broke, and the sun shone brilliantly in the clear sky.

Two jounins that Sasuke recognized from the genin exams came running after hearing Sakura's shrill scream. He stayed by her, knowing that it was a genjutsu. The two jounins gawked at him and their faces morphed into Kakashi's. Two Kakashi's, retch.

"Sasuke, you left didn't you?" he smiled coldly.

"Was I not good enough of a teacher for you?" the other one taunted. Then they both stabbed him on the sides of his waist.

Sasuke winced and looked down, he didn't prepare a kage bunshin this time. He could only wait, and see how far Sakura was going to take this.

"What's wrong? Does the hurt you've caused feel like this?" the first one laughed.

"Oh no, I think it would go more like this," Sakura rose up and stabbed him in the heart. And then in the back.

"Backstabber."

"Backstabber."

"Traitor."

"Traitor."

Naruto came running, "Sakura was sick loads of times after you left, dumbass."

"Breaking bonds was a smart thing to do wasn't it?"

"And easy, right?"

Then he transformed from a thirteen-year-old boy to a demon-like form. His nails looked like they were about to claw out Sasuke's black gems.

Next to him, Sakura started convulsing madly, her body shaking like she had an extreme case of malaria. A bump arose from her left breast and it was beating. When the lump was completely out, Sakura looked like she was born with her heart on the outside instead of the inside. The repulsive heart kept beating, low and hard.

"You were going to break my heart, so I did for you."

Sasuke felt dizzy with unease and almost turned on his sharingan to get out of this hellhole when he saw Sakura in her current body in an all white room. She was wearing a pure white cotton dress, ripped in the most inappropriate places, and of course, blood splatters near her inner thigh. A black ribbon was tightly wound around her white neck.

"You think you're my first, don't you?"

"You're not."

Red liquid started pouring down the sides of the walls.

An array of images flashed too quickly in front of Sasuke, so he wasn't able to distinguish the people in the black and red photos.

A low moaning came out of Sakura's mouth, but her lips weren't moving. Then screams, blood-curdling ones, out of her open mouth, but her throat wasn't strained, her lungs not expanded. The voice came out from her lips, but she wasn't the one making them.

A low panting and a series of noises came out from Sakura's mouth. It was obviously from rape, abuse, and some pleasure.

"I'm going to make you scream."

The red liquid came rushing quicker. It was starting to rise to Sakura's ankles, tainting the edges of her dress.

The ribbon around her throat tightened. Her mouth stretched wider, and the noises came out louder than before, piercing Sasuke's ears.

"He was good.

He really gave it to me."

The red liquid was rising to her knees, yet Sakura stayed planted on to one spot. Sasuke was standing in front of her, eyes wide.

"He tore it.

He came first."

The liquid rose to their waists.

A new image flashed, staying long enough for Sasuke to see a figure with long black hair pushing Sakura up against the wall. He was wearing a black cloak.

Sasuke tried to turn on his sharingan, but it wasn't working, he hadn't felt this weak since…the day his clan was killed.

"Help me.

SAVE ME!"

Sakura stood with red water all the way to her chest. This time her mouth was stretched obscenely, veins pulsing from her neck. Her ribbon was chocking her.

"HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME HE'S GOING TO HE'S GOING TO WHAT ARE YOU DOING WHERE ARE YOU-

WHY CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?"

Sakura's lips were stretched, cracked and her face was stretched into a screaming expression. Her face was read and veins were sticking obscenely from her forehead and throat. Another scream, this time, the sound was actually produced by the Sakura standing before him. The ribbon was cutting off her head. The red water was lapping up against her cheeks.

"He was going to kill me afterwards.

That's why he was so good."

Sakura's face was barely above the water.

"Your brother.

He was so good."

Sasuke's knees gave away, and he sank into the water that had risen to his throat. Underwater, he saw Sakura's thighs, revealed due to the floating dress. If possible, an even deeper, darker red liquid was flowing down her thighs.

A string of obscenities pounded in his head, but most of all, he wanted to scream, but being immersed in bloody water he couldn't. His lips parted, and a rush of emotion came forcing out.

His scream floated away in a myriad of bubbles in the red water, as his tears sunk to the bottom.

The water turned clear.

Sasuke found himself in a white bathtub filled with clear blue water with Sakura sitting at the marbled edge, looking weary.

It was over.

And Sasuke was pissed.

He grabbed Sakura by her dress and slammed her against the corner of the tiled wall. He gripped a kunai in his hand and ripped the blade through Sakura's hair. Pink tresses sunk into the bottom of the bathtub.

"S-Sasuke?" Sakura felt genuinely scared.

Because glaring at her were two bloodred orbs, sharingans spinning madly.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.