WARNING: THERE IS RAPE CONTAINED WITHIN THIS CHAPTER! DO NOT LIKE? DO NOT READ!
Here I was hoping my slutty actions wouldn't be broadcasted across the entirety of Japan, but apparently having a four-way with an Uchiha and a Sunano is a big thing. Tossing in a Hozuki is just icing on the cream pie. If you catch my drift.
Golden showers and cream pies were the headline on everyone's gossip the next day at school. Karen was appalled and Kurama was wondering what happened.
Rumors spread like wildfire. It was rape. I was raped. Sasuke was raped. Suigetsu and Gaara were raped.
I was raped.
I keep trying to tell myself I wanted it, but in reality I only wanted Sasuke.
I was raped and I can't keep denying that. The man I love and two other subordinates raped me in the boy's bathroom at school. I have the stitches on my ass to prove it.
I'm basically a mute now. I talked some before, but I don't anymore. They ask questions, I shrug. I'm done talking. Talking hurts my throat anyway.
They want me to express myself, but what I really want to do is scream. Scream as loud as I can until my voice dies and I wither away. I want to scream and scream until Sasuke finally gets it. Gets that I love him and stops treating me like garbage.
But instead of screaming aloud, I scream on the inside. Scream so loud inside that it's tearing my fragile mind apart. Breaking it bit by bit, piece by piece.
Shattering it into nothingness.
I was raped and now I'm mute.
The bell rings for class to begin and already my head is on the desk as I try to squeeze in a few more hours of sleep. Nightmares don't bode well for sleeping, besides Kakashi-sensei won't be in for another 15 minutes.
I doze off and before I know it a book's ricocheting off the top of my head. I look up and see an angry Iruka-sensei. Wait? I thought this was English, not Math. I look at the time. I slept through English completely.
I'm a senior in high school and I'm in Class 3-D. The class for almost adequate teenagers that are riding into college on the escalator system. I may have had the opportunity to go to Osaka or Kyoto University, but I flagged it down to ride the escalator through life. Sasuke decided on Escalator, but he'll probably transfer within a year.
I'm going in for medical. Medical at an escalator college. I wonder how that'll go.
Class 3-D is filled with not-complete-morons-but-still-morons. I'm one of them. Just look at my love life.
I have high standards though, apparently.
As school ends and I walk out the school, I'm berated by my peers with spitballs, paper balls, trash, food, spit, shoves, and even a few golden showers (courtesy of the jocks). I'm drenched and sticky and I reek but I don't care anymore. I'm done with it all. I head out the double doors where Kiba's waiting for me and he looks so saddened.
Shikamaru and Chouji are next to him with saddened expressions as well. I move forward and grab a towel out of my backpack and set it on the seat in Kiba's car and get in. They other three follow suit.
"Hey Naru. Shika, Cho, and I are gonna go to the arcades. You're coming with," Kiba smirks and nods. I shake my head.
"Not in the mood. I'm just going to go shower and then sleep. Maybe I'll get lucky and become comatose..." I state dryly as they all give me sympathetic looks. It's the first time I've talked in a week.
"Naruto. It's not healthy to keep things bottled up, we're worried about you. Kurama thinks you're going to commit suicide," Chouji pipes in.
"Yeah and Karin says she wishes you'd open up more," Shikamaru puts in his two cents. Shikamaru was temporarily 'dating' Karen while he and Temari were on break.
I shrug and stare out the window. They drop me off at my house and I trudge in and take a bath immediately. I almost want to take a blade to my wrist and bleed to death or even drown in the bath, but I refrain. I'm all Kurama's got. With mom and dad gone, Kurama and I are all we have. Yeah, there's Karin, but she's just a cousin. Kurama's my older brother. We were born from the same parents. We're all we have left.
Once I'm all showered, I change into pajamas and crash in my bed. A nightmare ensues once more.
I wake up around 1 AM, the nightmare getting to me. I go downstairs and get a glass of water, drink it down, and head upstairs. I shut the door and look up and nearly scream.
There's an Uchiha on my bed.
And it's not Sasuke.
"I-Itachi! What are you doing here?" I ask, scared.
"Well, my brother seems to have gotten himself quite a reputation. And if you're good enough to risk a reputation over, then I had to see it for myself," the older brother smirked.
I shake my head.
Before I know it, his hand's on my mouth and I'm pinned to the wall. He grabs a small bandana out of his pocket and gags me before using my bedsheets to tie me down (after stripping me, of course). I struggle, but the knots are too tight.
I know where this is going.
He doesn't do anything. He just pulls down his pants and boxers enough to pull himself on, slips on a condom, and then presses into me. He's longer than his brother, but Sasuke's thicker.
He presses in and out of me and I cry and scream and beg for help.
But I'm powerless.
I zone out. It's all I can do. I don't want to be here and I don't want this to be happening.
Why is it happening? Where is Kami-sama in all this?! Where the fuck is he?!
Eventually he finishes after I release (much to my chagrin).
"You had three guys, I figure what's a fourth to a slut like you." He smirks and leaves out the window after untying me and reclothing me. I curl into my bedspread and cry silently and rather violently.
Why does this happen to me?
I don't mind it with Sasuke. But the others. No. They need to stop.
I swear, I'm going to chop off the dick of the next guy who does this to me.
I'm going to.
The next day follows and after the day ends, I make my way through the halls. I'm stopped and suddenly dragged to the bathroom where I am pinned to the door on inside of the bathroom. I look up and see Sasuke's face. It looks hurt and angry and confused.
My eyes are wide. I try to speak but my throat is still paralyzed. I'm still mute.
He kisses me roughly and holds me to him tightly. Am I dreaming? If so, I don't ever want to wake up.
"I... I know what Itachi did to you. It's unforgivable. He knows not to touch what's mine unless I give permission to him or anyone else." His voice is venom.
Did he say I was his?
I find my voice. "Since... when have I been yours?"
"You're an idiot. Sakura was for appearances, shit-for-brains, but now it's out in the open, so I don't care," Sasuke kisses me roughly again.
"But you treat me like shit..." I mumble.
"You never stopped me and you know damn well you like it," he glares at me and I shiver. Before I know it he's kissing my neck and I'm sliding down the wall as we get into it.
I'm his and he's mine. Is that what we are? Are we finally each others? Or is this some testament? A cry for help? An act of rebellion against his brother? I don't know and I don't want to know.
I'm happy where I am right now.
I'll carry on merrily, pretending nothing's wrong when I feel like my brain's about to fall apart.
Completed at 1 AM EST on 36 hours of no sleep. :D
Hope you guys enjoy what my insomnia makes me write. I literally decided to type this up at midnight and finish it.
But yeah, more rape. It's called "Sadistic Love" for a reason. This isn't meant to be a happy story. It's meant to be an outlet for my frustration at work. xD
Anywho, enjoy my moronic idiocy! :D
Your author,
Nova