Inspiration: Serial Killer- Lana Del Rey

"Baby, I'm a sociopath, sweet serial killer. On the warpath, Cause I love you just a little too much."

Pairing: SasuSaku. ItaSaku. Naru/Saku.

Notes: I warn you here and now; if you have a problem with the situation of someone forcing themselves on another, you shouldn't read this chapter. I will say, on that matter, that you had to have seen it coming right? Sorry if it offends you, but it's all in telling the story. Don't worry, it isn't anything too graphic. No actual lemon, just some...really sad forced almost lemon. It was actually sort of hard to write honestly. Anyways, here is the chapter. Moving along way quickly. I didn't expect this story to move this quickly, but I update almost once a day these days. Either way, comment if you feel kind. Thanks for reading lovelies. Also, let me know your thoughts on which ship you want to be end game: Itachi and Sakura, or Sasuke and Sakura. 3

Reminder: I don't own any of the actual Naruto canon details. This is a reminder of disclaiming any actual rights.

Theme: Romance/Shameless, pointless sexiness

Rating:Mmmm for Mature: following themes are or will be present in this chapter or throughout the fic: some vulgarities such as language, sexual themes, humiliation, drugs, and other dark themes.

[You know I love the thrill of the rush. You send me right to heaven, sweet serial killer.]

Sasuke was listening to his brothers theory on where they should start their very secretive, careful search for his once best friend, that blockhead Naruto. He may have been listening to Itachi speak, but it was growing increasingly difficult.

Increasingly difficult to focus on anything.

It was all too annoying.

Annoying that Sakura was sleeping so soundly- and so incredibly nude- in Itachi's bed. He could see her chest rising and falling steadily, as she settled deeply into a coma like, drug fueled sleep.

Even more annoying to think that Naruto had let this happen. He knew Naruto wasn't as strong as he was, but the stupid boy was supposed to be stronger than this. To let them get captured like this; To let this situation become so dangerous.

So annoying.

Possibly so annoying because he couldn't stop thinking that they wouldn't be in this situation if it wasn't for him.

Sasuke had never felt guilt before. When he had left them, at the age of twelve, he did so with a heavy heart, but a clear conscience. He rationalized his decision to leave; If he left, he would get the power he needed, and even better, he would be able to stay by his brothers side. To get away from his overbearing, aggressive, perfectionist father. It was a win/win situation.

He never really considered his friends opinions on the matter. He assumed they would be upset, naturally. But he figured they would get over it in time. After all, it simply didn't make sense for a ninja to hold onto something like that. To hold on to feelings of loyalty, love or the loss of either.

They should have moved on. Like he did. Like he would if either of them had been the ones leaving.

Or at least, like he told himself he would.

He turned away from Itachi, suddenly more impatient than a moment before. "Alright, enough talk." He grunted, "I'm going to search the west wing."

Though Sasuke had his back to him, he could perfectly imagine that his brother nodded earnestly. "I shall search the east wing"

Sasuke paused to consider that before leaving the room. Should they leave anyone with Sakura? She was asleep, so she would most likely be fine. They couldn't exactly take her with them. But if they didn't begin looking for Naruto, they may never find him, or worse, find him too late.

Timing was essential to their new- possibly stupid and useless, just plain bad idea- schedule that would ultimately, hopefully, lead to Sakura and Naruto's "accidental" escape. Hopefully, no one would be able to figure out that the two had friends, and Sasuke's conscience would be cleared. Hopefully his brother would get some reprieve as well.

Well, they couldn't take Sakura with them. "We should hurry." For her sake.

Itachi didn't comment, but he knew they were on the same page. They both fled the room, shutting the door behind them.

Hopefully, everything would go smoothly.

Itachi was very carefully casual. He didn't walk at an accelerated rate, and he made very certain that he looked absolutely casual. Of course, anyone that might have been following him would no doubt notice his seemingly mindless wandering around.

Anyone who knew him would certainly recognize immediately how strange it was indeed. Because Itachi Uchiha never just wandered around. He went exactly where he needed to go, handled his business, and usually went straight back to his room.

The fact that he was out and about would definitely be suspicious to anyone who was conscious enough to pay that much attention.

Luckily, the Akatsuki were fairly used to simply ignoring the tall, dark and usually far too serious, Uchiha.

Most of the Akatsuki ignored both of the Uchiha brothers, for that matter.

Itachi because he was too serious, and Sasuke because he was too harsh. Even Itachi had to admit that his younger brother really didn't have any tact what so ever. You'd think he did at first glance, but really, Sasuke didn't have time for tact. He was on an eternal quest to better himself. Using tact and humor were too time consuming for a boy who had everything already on a strict up-and-onward, life schedule.

Carefully peeking around each door, he was planning to check the not so obvious places first.

The blond would be around here somewhere. If Pein was telling the truth, he had Naruto shackled and ready for Sakura's visit, whenever she had properly been taught a lesson that was.

Itachi's walk slowed even more as he thought of it.

Teaching Sakura a lesson.

How would this be avoided? What could he do to prolong that girls virtue? He would do it for his brothers sake, but how? By Pein's insinuation, technically they all had a right to her. He would occasionally do such things.

Bring in a woman from the outside world, no matter where he found them really. They were all kinds. Kunoichi, from various regions, commoners, anyone he could get his hands on, and he would send her around. To relax the men. Give them something to get their minds of the fact that they were all underground, with only each other as company.

Women make better company than men, even Itachi agreed, but he couldn't allow that to happen to this woman.

Sakura was once a precious person to Sasuke.

She was his teammate. Itachi remembered viewing the young team 7 during practices. How the pink haired girl would smile at him, and wave. She would say, "Good afternoon Itachi-san." And then happily tag along after his brother. He recognized the puppy love she felt towards his hardheaded little brother.

It was something that he both scoffed at- as he had learned to scoff at all fangirls, or girls that had feelings for someone who obviously wasn't interested in return- and admire. She truly did worship his little brother.

The night they had left, she looked so broken. So utterly defeated by their betrayal that Itachi almost asked his brother to reconsider leaving with him.

Becoming a rogue. Earning such a disgraced name. That was all Itachi's fault, and he had pulled his treasured brother into that mess. That was all on him. It was all his fault.

So he would do all he could to make it up to Sasuke.

He carefully looked through more rooms in the catacombs of the Akatsuki hideout

She was trembling beneath the weight of calloused fingers, pressing too tightly across her face. They dug into the skin of her cheeks, as Sakura was being forcibly hauled out of Itachi's room. After dragging her became a nuisance, he simply wrapped both arms around her waist and jerked her up entirely off of the ground. His grip was so tight she felt that it was hard to breath.

One arm strapped hold-fast across her waist, and the other clasped over her mouth.

She kicked her feet up in the air and thrashed in his arms. Whoever he was, he was very strong, and very solid and hot against her back. Being lifted from the ground so suddenly had caused the return of aches and pains in her head, like someone had unknowingly bashed her in the head. A horrifying feeling. She felt the queasiness take over her and she settled immediately, in fear that it would grow worse.

He took her halt in struggle to signify sudden approval, and he purred suggestively in her ear. His tone was still somehow strong and mischievous, even when he wasn't speaking actual words.

Trying to swim through her muddled mind to retrace the bingo books, she tried to think of a a description that fit his physical characteristics. She must know who this was! How many times had she flipped through the bingo book? She wanted to be able to remember every dirtbag she came across, so she had studied so hard. But now, it was all as good as gone.

She was still largely confused, and weak. For some reason, the only Akatsuki she could think of at the moment, was Itachi, Sasuke and of course Pein.

Being carried through the hall, away from Itachi's room and down another still identical hall, Sakura could only take minor comfort in the fact that she had managed to slip on her shirt before he entirely captured her. Before she was hoisted into the air and carried out into the hall still almost entirely nude.

Somehow, she was almost certain she would lose her shirt again before this was over.

Suddenly, very sadly, she recognized that she was safer with Itachi. Surprising that Itachi would become her savior. In some measure anyways. Being in Itachi's room, at least there she hadn't felt any crudeness, any thing akin to savagery. Maybe it's because Itachi isn't as frightening as he was in her memories. She was willing to admit it now.

After all, she hadn't seen him since she was fourteen.

She and her still unknown captor were approaching a door two halls down from the hall Itachi's room was on. All memory of what turns they took to get to this new door was entirely washed away by the drugs effects. She had no idea how to get back to that room, even if she tried to run.

At this point it was quickly becoming not only energy sapping, but just plain futile to fight him. He removed his hand from it's rough grip over her mouth, and she gulped in air.

Sakura remained limp in his arms as he pushed open the door- He held her in his one arm while he did so, with ease- and slammed it shut behind him. Much to her extreme relief, he didn't lift his hand to cover her face again.

Then once again she found herself stuck in a dark, stale room. This room also only had one lit candle in the far corner, sitting atop his dresser. She would complain about the lack of light seeming to be a theme, but she was concerned he would take it as a good natured joke.

She rapidly realized that she was alone with him. His dark eyes were gazing down at her like jewels, glistening as they picked up the flame, even though it was so far away. His gray hair looked much darker in the dim light, and his skin was lined with the shadows in a mysterious, almost beautiful way. He turned with her in his arms to face the door again, as if he was going to carry her back out of the room again.

She very nearly felt a lightness akin to hope inside of her at the thought; That he would give up so easily. It was a foolish, merely drug brought-about ignorance to assume such a thing. It was dashed a moment later as his hands did not in fact reach down to peel open the door, rather he was slamming her against it.

Her back collided with the dark, cold wood and she groaned at the pain it caused to her weak, corroded muscles. His torso was pressed firmly against hers, pinning her tightly. Sliding his knee up in between her legs, he jarred them apart and pressed it securely between her thighs. His strength was unrelenting, and especially effective against her chakra drained state.

Though it was futile, She shoved her hands against shoulders weakly attempting to push him as far from her as possible.

Her action seemed to amuse him.

"Stupid kunoichi." He shook his head, but he didn't slur together any more curses. Rather he became suspiciously quiet. His suddenly silence and general stillness tore her attention away from escaping for a moment. Her hands lulled into inactivity, laying atop his shoulders in cautious abandon.

Sakura turned her head up to face him for the first time. His skin was pale, but not quite as exquisitely fair as Itachi's, or even Sasuke's. His eyes were veiled by the darkness of his room, his nose was brushing against her ear. Every time she took a breath, her breasts came up to graze against his chest. Without bindings on, she could feel the firmness of him easily.

For a moment, once again, she felt optimistic that he would release her. She spoke, while she had the opportunity and the courage to. "Please." She began her statement, fully ready to toss her dignity out and beg. To cry and grovel. Anything but to lose her virtue to a man she didn't even know; An Akatsuki like this one, in this way. "Please don't do this."

He listened to her voice, and his deep breathing fell in-sync with her own for a moment. She could feel his heavy heartbeat. His hands which were braced on both sides of her arms, were strong and steady anchors.

When he spoke, his words were more nullifying than the drugs in her system. "You really are fucking stupid aren't you, little leaf bitch?" He hammered out the words, a startlingly sickening humor coloring his voice. "You don't have any say in this anymore. What I say, you just do. It's as fucking simple as that. So don't fucking beg anymore. Some guys may like it when girls are weak and subservient; Not me." He snorted.

It was like throwing water over a camp fire. A hot, deep, searing pain hit her chest.

Like throw down a flag that signified a race was beginning. A fight was starting. A competition, and she was going to win it even if it killed her. The award would be that she got to keep her virtue, of course she would fight to the death.

His teeth- which were surprisingly, painfully sharp- were suddenly digging roughly into her neck. He had somehow gotten his right hand around one of her wrists and was pinning it above her head; His knee was holding her higher against the door, so that barely her tip-toes brushed the ground.

His free hand was suddenly roughly groping her. Using the free limb he wasn't preoccupied with holding, Sakura was hitting him. Bashing him roughly everywhere she could. When it seemed a worthless struggle she switched tactics. She put the rest of her effort into pitching herself side to side, trying to squirm out of his grasp. To knock off both of their balance, and perhaps be able to reach the ground, at least; To get some leverage against him.

When a gruff groan tore from his lips and bounced against the skin of her now throbbing and sore- from his teeth- neck, she stilled as if she had turned into a corpse. Entirely uncertain whether her motion had stirred the pleased groan from his lips, or if it was instinctual.

She certainly wasn't going to do anything to make him enjoy this more.

Abruptly, in her sudden inactivity, she realized that she was crying. Tears were causing her eyesight to blur, and she was having trouble focusing through the haze. Even the light in the corner of the room was just a fuzzy ball of orange, that looked small and unreal against the darkness.

"Let me go!" She screeched desperately. "Please!"

He hadn't progressed very far from grinding his rough hands against her breasts. At the sound of her words, he removed his hand from grabbing her over her shirt, but only for a moment before his fingers crawling like insects over her skin and up under the clothing instead. She yelped and in turn it made him bite her neck more fiercely. A broken gasp escaped her lips. "Naruto!" She realized how desperate it was. How horrifyingly stupid and cowardly it was for her to call out for him. Even if Naruto could help him, she would hate for him to see this. But she was desperate.

The gray haired Akatsuki's knee was grinding harshly against her groin and she let out a pained groan. She dimly noted his voice near her ear. "You can scream if you want, but it won't help." He was purposely trying to break her down and it caused her to fight with more vengeance. "No one will help you here."

Was he right? Was there no one here to hear her screams and come to help her? No one besides her Naruto here, wherever her Naruto really was.

She swallowed bile down as she felt him kneading her bare breast roughly, taking his time and clearly enjoying himself. His teeth had relented on her neck, but his hand which was holding hostage her hand against the door, was squeezing her wrists more callously all of a sudden.

She was growing hopeless. The tears were almost dried up at this point and she was not pitching around like a fish out of water anymore. It was simply too tiring. The drugs had kept her disoriented for the last several hours, and her body felt like she had been asleep for years. Like she had the strength of a child. It was too much. She was heaving against him, fighting to breathe, the makings of a panic attack budding. The room was suddenly spinning and she was groaning against the uncomfortable feeling.

"Itachi..." She breathed, though it wasn't a shout like she had called for Naruto. It was quieter. Broken and demoralized, "Please..." She gulped down a shrill outcry as the man's hand was suddenly clawing down towards her underwear. "Sasuke!" She shrieked. "Stop it! Get off of me." She ground out hopeless, a new round of tears suddenly at the ready. "Itachi."

Like a wave toppling over a bucket in the sand, came an extreme force from out of no where.

They were both pitched out of position. While the gray haired Akatsuki was rightfully agile and conscious enough to catch himself with somewhat grace reserved, Sakura simply slammed positively violently into the ground. Her palms both laying flatly on the ground as her aggressor left her to her own devices. The sharp cracking sound that accompanied her fall was unwillingly lost on her.

Rather she was too busy dry heaving. Wanting to vomit but nothing coming up. She had nothing left in her. Physically, or emotionally

She could hear that the man with the gray hair was absolutely livid. He sounded like a demon, and suddenly she remembered she could move. So she scrambled with a speed she didn't know she could possess without chakra, in the opposite direction of that thing.

And then she heard a voice counter his terrifying voice. Her eyes shot up. Whoever had broken down the door.

Itachi? Somehow, that's what she wanted. For it to have been Itachi. That her quiet pleading had lead him there because that's just what she expected. The tall, serious and kind Uchiha from her past. Itachi was such a superior ninja then. When she was first dragged away from that humiliation in front of Pein, Itachi was considerate. He didn't attempt to harm her. He remained respectful, and when the drugs made her head spin so violently that she almost lost consciousness, he caught her in his arms. Itachi wouldn't hurt her.

And she wanted to know that he would save her now.

Green eyes landed on a tall, dark figure. Akatsuki cloak like everyone else possessed. She almost reached out for him, but then she squinted through the fresh round of tears.

Not Itachi.

Not Itachi.

It wasn't Itachi, like she had thought it would be. It wasn't Naruto like she wanted it to be. It wasn't either of them, it was the one she thought would never come. Out of each of the names she had uttered in desperation, she didn't expect it to be Sasuke. Sasuke.

She didn't have time to frown or to reassess her thoughts about the younger of the Uchiha brothers.

Instead she was watching, with her arms wrapped around her knees, as Sasuke shouted at her aggressor. As his sharingan spun murderously, and he looked like a horrifying, terrifying presence. A monster even.

Sakura curled her spine inwards, her chin hitting her knees and making herself as small as possible.

Sasuke was the one who came.

Sasuke had come to her.

Sasuke had saved her this time.