Extreme content warning for this chapter! Proceed with caution!
ALSO: I've gotten some feedback both here and on other fanfiction platforms that Naruto seems like too nice a person to do something so awful, but that's why I chose him as the villain! The character is supposed to seem super good-natured to everyone who doesn't know the truth, which is why Sakura wasn't able to convince any of her friends in Konoha.
This is also just a fanfiction.
The real Naruto would never do something like this, of course.
Thanks again for reading, y'all!
"Whoa, Sasuke, calm down! What happened?" Itachi lifted both hands in a calming manner as his little brother paced back and forth, red in the face, cursing unintelligibly, and overwhelmingly pissed off.
"I swear to fuckin' god, I'm gonna kill them both."
This morning, Sasuke uncharacteristically wanted to dote on Sakura, to kiss her, hold her, and smother her with gifts just because he could. Now, he wished she was in front of him so he could wrap his hands around her neck and- 'Don't lie to your damn self, you sad sack of shit. If she was here, you wouldn't lay a finger on her.'
The thought only made the younger Uchiha brother angrier.
"Tell me what happened, or I won't be able to help," the elder one said, an expert at dealing with his sibling's violent temper.
Sasuke stopped pacing and faced him, nearly shouting, "She played me. That's what happened. Sakura fucking- She-!" He groaned before returning to the therapeutic act of walking back and forth in the large bedroom. Itachi asked, "What did Sakura do? And where is she? Doesn't she usually come home with you?"
~One Hour Ago~
"My name's Naruto. What's yours?"
Sasuke's red-tinted gaze locked onto the blonde-haired, blue-eyed dickhead Sakura was cowering behind, "If you want to live to see tomorrow, shut your fuckin' mouth."
The tan-skinned man, apparently named Naruto, was about the same height and only slightly less muscular. He grinned sheepishly as though he hadn't grasped how serious the Uchiha man was about that threat, "Well, I can't just let you talk to my girlfriend like that, can I? I'm not that type of guy."
'Did he just say girlfriend?' Sasuke's dark eyes turned onto Sakura again, who refused to meet his gaze and continued staring at the ground with a pale face and trembling limbs.
"You're her ex," he said, more of a statement than a question.
Naruto's grin faltered slightly before returning in full, "Not anymore. We're back together, right?" Sakura subtly nodded but refused to do anything else.
"So, are you gonna back off? I don't want to fight you, but I will," his blue eyes were warm and cheerful, as was his voice, "I'm a lot stronger than I look."
Sasuke's hand slid into his pocket, wrapping around his knife, "I'm not going to fight you, asshole. I'm gonna kill you."
"Please, stop. Both of you," Sakura suddenly said, her voice softer than usual.
~Back To The Present~
"-and my dumb ass actually let them leave."
Itachi's eyes were narrowed, unfocused, and directed at the ground as he thought aloud, "It doesn't make any sense. Sakura said she doesn't have anyone."
"Yeah, well, she said a lot of shit, didn't she? The lyin' bitch." Sasuke was masking his hurt with rage. Both brothers knew it but didn't acknowledge it.
"I don't know, Little Brother. Something seems off about all of this. I think we should ask Nagato for the info he has on her."
The Akatsuki gang would never allow someone to live under their main house's roof, much less offer them a position among their ranks, without doing a more than thorough and highly illegal background check. Hospital, police, and court records, all of which were sealed, had been hacked into and copied for the gang's personnel files.
Sasuke wasn't having any of his brother's coolheadedness, though. No, he was still full of anger and dying to murder something or someone with his bare hands, "Who gives a fuck about her past? She's as good as dead to me."
'That's not true, and you know it. You weak, fragile man.'
Itachi rolled his eyes, coming to a stand and opening the bedroom door, "Well, if you won't do it, then I will. I'll let you know if I find anything."
'Fuck him. Why can't he just get mad with me? If she doesn't want anything to do with me, then I don't want anything to do with her.'
The younger Uchiha man finally gave up pacing and pretending to be angry, falling heavily onto the bed with his hands in his hair and glaring at the ceiling. After all they did last night and even how calm things were when they woke up together this morning, Sasuke never expected this to happen.
It was all too confusing.
Besides the few short-lived relationships with crazy bitches like Tayuya and Yugao, Sasuke's entirely new to the idea of a relationship. He and Sakura didn't outright agree to date, but it was obvious that was where they were headed. It'd have been his very first actual girlfriend that he didn't intend to drop before their one-month anniversary.
Even before last night, he'd occasionally catch Sakura looking at him with an unfamiliar, warm expression that no one's ever sent his way. At first, he didn't know what it was and even felt a little awkward, but once he realized it was her inability to completely mask her feelings for him, it made him happy and a little prideful when he noticed.
'How did all of that change over the course of a few hours? Did she seriously sleep with me while dating someone else?' Sasuke never imagined she'd be capable of such a thing. Even now that he witnessed it with his own eyes, he struggled to believe it.
Sakura was so terrified she couldn't contain her trembling as Naruto all but dragged her along up the stairs of the house he'd rented out. 'Something terrible's about to happen; I just know it.'
After four years of tiptoeing around the violent man, sensing when he was about to have an outburst became second nature, and all her alarms were going off at max volume. The biggest hint was that the blonde didn't speak a word or even look at her the entire car ride here.
Upon unlocking and opening the front door, her fears were confirmed when she was shoved roughly inside, stumbling and barely stopping herself from falling onto the hardwood floor.
"Why would that low-life care if we're dating, Sakura?" His voice was calm, as was how he steadily locked the door and turned to face her.
"When we signed the employment contract, he agreed to protect me, that's all."
Naruto held out his hand, "Give me your phone."
Sakura stepped back, her grip tightening on the device, "Why?"
"I said, give me your phone. Hand it over."
For a split second, the duo stared at one another, and nothing happened. There was no sound or movement. Then, all hell broke loose.
The woman turned her back to Naruto, holding the phone to her midsection with both hands as he wrapped his arms around and tried to pry her fingers away, "Let go!"
"No!"
After about a minute of struggling, the man became fed up with Sakura's defiance and grabbed a firm handful of her hair at the scalp. He pulled her through a hallway, "Why do you always make me do this? You know I don't like it."
She clawed at his grip with her free hand, crying and trying to kick him while stumbling not to fall. He opened the last door in the long hallway before pulling her down a set of wooden steps.
"N-Naruto, what are you doing? Where are we going?" It wasn't lit well, and Sakura couldn't turn to look ahead without losing her balance.
"Where do you think I'm taking you?"
'...No….'
Just before she broke up with him and he threw her through that window, he'd locked her in the spare bedroom of their house for three entire days. You can probably guess what he did to her during that time. It was the last straw for the pinkette and why she chose to run for her life.
They entered a small room in the basement, and then Sakura was tossed unceremoniously onto a small metal cot with a thin mattress atop it. Before she could gather her bearings, Naruto was on top of her, wrestling her arms down to the bed as he tried to pry the phone from her fingers. The woman sobbed as he finally won. He pressed his knees down onto her biceps to keep her from fighting as he went through the device.
"N-Naruto, please! It hurts!" Her bones wouldn't break from this, but the bruising would be substantial, not to mention the muscle soreness.
The plea was ignored. A minute later, the blonde tossed the phone to the foot of the bed, "There. I told Sasuke you won't be coming to work for a few days." Naruto moved back to straddle Sakura's hips, his cheerful grin and warm expression in place as though he wasn't about to torture the poor woman, "Now, what should I do with you? I'm still hurt you thought you could hide, Babe. What do you have to say for yourself."
'Just go along with whatever he says. Do what he wants, or it'll only make things worse.'
Sakura knew from experience not to misbehave when at his disposal like this, so she nodded, "I-I'm sorry! I was wrong. Please forgive me. I'll never do it again!" He paused as he searched her tearful, scared face before kissing her. She wanted to puke but choked it back because it'd only anger him further.
At first, the woman begrudgingly went along with the kiss, but when she felt his cold fingers slide under her shirt to hold her waist, she pressed her hands to his shoulders and tried to shove him away. Naruto's nails dug into her skin, his lips leaving hers. His hot breath dusted her face as he said, "If you keep fighting me, I'll have no choice but to teach you again."
The threat sent a flight response through her, and she frantically tried to kick and shove the man away with all her strength.
"Just when I think you've gotten smart, you pull something like this," Naruto hissed. While quickly holding her down with one hand, he removed his belt with the other before skillfully tying her wrists together with it.
'He's going to hurt me! I can't do this….not again.'
"Please, no! I'll stop! I'll behave, Naruto, please!" All her fighting didn't matter much to the man, and he made quick work of removing her clothes, tearing some of them in the process to make things go smoother.
Then he was forcing himself inside, between her legs. She cried, screamed, and fought, but nothing helped. A harsh pain came across her cheek, and then a hand wrapped around her throat, effectively quieting the woman.
Naruto glared at her, not pausing in his disgusting actions, "If you don't stop, I'll have to be rough. Don't make me do that."
Before she could react, those baby blue eyes became distracted, dropping to her shoulder. The monster stopped moving as he released her throat and moved her hair away from where he was looking. His face gradually reddened, the faux cheerfulness disappearing as his glare turned onto her face, "Did he touch you?"
Sakura was so distraught she could barely speak, but she tried, "I-I didn't-We-!" "Did you let him fucking touch you, Sakura?!" Naruto bellowed, making the woman squeeze her eyes closed and prepare to be hit while sobbing helplessly.
'I'm going to die.'
The next day passed in a whirlwind of rage for Sasuke. Last night, Sakura had the audacity to text him, saying she'd be gone for a few days with an excuse as weak as not feeling well. He knew better. She was just too scared to face him after what she'd done. He didn't bother replying because all he had to say was for her to go fuck herself.
Itachi called him earlier, between classes, to inform him that Nagato was emailing over all he had on the pinkette, but Sasuke just hung up on him.
'Why should I care? Fuck her.' His elder brother tried calling him three times after that, even texting, saying he needed to talk to him about something important, but he knew better. 'All he's gonna do is try and convince me Sakura's not at fucking fault here because she has some stupid ass sob-story-past. I don't wanna hear it.'
Upon arriving home just before dark, Itachi grabbed his arm and all but dragged him into Nagato's office, where the redhead, Konan, and Yahiko were waiting. To his surprise, but not that much, another man was there, but he was beaten, bloody, and tied to a chair with a cloth bag covering his head.
Sasuke pulled away, glaring at his brother as the door was closed, "What the fuck?"
"You need to sit down and listen to-" "I don't need to do shit, Itachi! Get the hell out of my way before I move you myself," the younger Uchiha threatened, really not in the mood for whatever game they were all trying to play.
"Sakura has been compromised."
He froze, facing their leader with a paling face, "What did you just say?"
Yahiko repeated himself, "Sakura has been compromised. It's your duty to take care of this."
Sasuke shook his head, utterly confused, "What do you mean "compromised"? She may be a cheating bitch, but she wouldn't do something that stupid."
Konan then stood, crossed the room, and removed the sack from the bloody man's head, revealing the white-haired teacher Sakura always hung around. He'd even been at the Christmas party as a plus one of another, trusted guest. Seeing him didn't clarify anything, and the others seemed to understand that because Itachi explained, "He's not really a teacher. He's an undercover cop from Konoha."
'No fucking way. This has to be a joke.'
He tried to reason with them, "So? What's that have to do with-" "I went through Sakura's records and discovered she's been in an abusive relationship for over four years. When I looked into the man, his father turned out to be a cop, and who else but Professor Kakashi Hatake stood beside him in their unit photo."
Itachi was obviously angry, probably because he'd come to like the pink-haired girl. Now, because of this asshole, she was going to die.
Sasuke saw red, speaking directly to the undercover agent, "Why would you do this to her? You had to know what'd happen if we found out."
"I could've brought you all down weeks ago, but I didn't because I didn't want her caught in the crossfire."
"You expect me to believe that horseshit?"
"He's telling the truth," Nagato interrupted. "We went through his phone; he has enough proof to send us all to prison. It seems they've been watching all of us, Sakura included, for over a month."
Sasuke needed to sit down, but also couldn't because too much uncomfortable energy was shooting through his veins, "I don't understand…."
"Sakura never met me before coming here, but I knew of her well before this assignment," Kakashi explained, his voice quiet and raspy as he breathed through his injuries, "My unit captain is her ex's father, and she'd often visit the station with his son when we worked late."
'What the hell is he going on about?'
"I don't think Captain Minato knew about it, but I noticed immediately. My mother was in an abusive relationship when I was a teenager, and it was like I was looking at her all over again."
"So you knew she was being hurt. That doesn't explain why you'd sit on the bust of the century for the girl," Yahiko said.
Kakashi winced, swallowing hard before continuing, "All those photos. Did you bother checking who they came from?"
The Akatsuki leader shared a look with Nagato, who nodded and began typing on his laptop. Itachi shared a glance with Sasuke, but the man looked away to glare at the cop, who was staring as though waiting for him to do something. After a minute, Nagato said, "Found it. All the photos were sent from a phone belonging to someone named Naruto Uzumaki."
Sasuke's blood turned to ice. "My name's Naruto. What's yours?"
Then, Sasuke had to sit down because if he didn't, his legs might've given out from the guilt that suddenly weighed on him like a ton of bricks.
'How was I supposed to know?! Why didn't she tell me?'
Sakura undoubtedly went along with that blonde asshole to prevent those photos from being leaked. It didn't take a genius to figure that out. Of course, they'd already been handed over to the police, but she hadn't known that, or else she probably would've either told him about it or disappeared without a trace.
She ran to the person she'd been running from, and the Uchiha man showed zero faith, blaming her for playing with his feelings and calling her names.
"Naruto is her ex-boyfriend," Kakashi added.
Sasuke scoffed, "Yeah, no shit. We've gathered that."
"I chose to wait to do anything until I could get Sakura to trust me enough to listen when I told her to run. I wanted to prevent her from getting caught by that boy again."
For some reason, the younger Uchiha's blood turned to fire again, and he punched the man's face harshly before Itachi grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He still yelled, though, "You have some sick fuckin' pedophile crush on her? If you care about her so much, how come she still ended up with that asshole?"
'He knew. He fuckin' knew she was in danger and didn't stop it, even before she came to Oto. This fuckin' jackass. I'll kill him. I'll slit his goddamn throat.'
At that moment, all Sasuke could think about was the scars. All of those scars on Sakura's body. The reason he knew she'd lied about them being from a car wreck was because they were at different points of healing. Some were fresh, some were newly scarred, and some appeared years old and faded.
'But they were from that blonde guy.' He pictured Naruto's outreached hand when he introduced himself yesterday, 'With those hands, he put her through years of bullshit.' Sasuke suddenly stood, gaze like fire, and directed on the white-haired cop, "Where is he?"
"He has a rental near the college. I'll give you the address if you swear not to hurt Sakura."
Yahiko interjected, "We can't do that. Because of her carelessness, you have incriminating photos of us all."
Kakashi shook his head, "I haven't sent them to anyone else or even backed them up to any hard drives, I swear. You can do whatever you want to me, but leave her out of it. She's innocent."
"Is there a way to verify his claim, Nagato?" Konan asked, but her orange eyes were hard on Sasuke in a silent threat to shut up so she could try to help.
The redhead responded, "Yes, but there's no guarantee this Naruto person hasn't shared them. I'll need his devices or at least his IP address."
The Akatsuki leader said, "If we can locate this boy and prevent the photos from being leaked, then I swear not to harm Sakura."
"And if Naruto's sent them to someone else?"
"Then he, Sakura, you, and whoever else has knowledge of this incident will be dealt with."
