Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ A Dangerous Seduction ❯ Another Player ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: Mentions of incest, rape of minor

Note: Ummm, can't think of much to say. Hope people are still reading this. Still looking for a beta! Enjoy.

Chapter Two: Another player

Sakura dreamed restlessly. Her mind was filled with images she thought she recognized, while others brought a vague sense of déjà vu. A barely audible sigh escaped her lips as she twitched in her sleep. Her somewhat serene expression began to twist into confusion when a man, cloaked in dark, stepped in to her dream realm. Also to her surprise, she saw herself, in the midst of nowhere, tranquilly waiting. In a detached manner, Sakura stared at the man, slowly walking towards her dream self. Each of his steps was calculated. And she felt every footfall in her mind. She noted that she was sitting calmly, dressed in the same outfit she wore on her wedding night, as if she had been waiting for this man.

However serene her dream self was, everything about this man's presence gave off an aura of menacing danger. No longer detached, Sakura leaned forward to warn of danger. To her horror, she could not even shift. With her body paralyzed and mute, she could only watch.

He had finally reached her and even though he was closer, Sakura could not see his face. Her dream self seemed recognize him and gave him a sweet smile. The man began to leisurely unbutton her shirt. After, he unhurriedly slipped it off her shoulders and pushed it down to her waist. It wasn't until he took out a kunai and began to trace a path from her lips to her cleavage did she realize that he was mimicking her first night with Sasuke. Reluctantly fascinated, she stared as the man began to touch her like Sasuke did, fuck her like Sasuke did. The performance was so flawless; she began to suspect that the still cloaked man was Sasuke, despite the intensely evil aura.

However, at the end, he did not walk away. This time, he hauled her to her knees. This time, she felt the sensations her dream self did. She could feel the sick heavy excitement in her gut when her roughly caressed her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples till she began to equate pain with pleasure.

When he placed his lips by her ear and whispered that she was a slut, a whore and opened up her legs for any man what would fuck her, she moaned and began to beg him to fuck and that she was his whore. That seemed to please him and he slid down a hand to her clit and rubbed in the same manner as her breasts. Her fluids were dripping down her thighs, a testament to how aroused she was. When he finally plunged into her she wailed her relief. She panted to the pace of the bone-jarring thrusts, sensing him go so hard and deep, she could feel him in her womb. She could not count how many times she climaxed, the numbers blurring in her mind, yet he kept going.

Sakura was too ensnared in the sex to realize that he had picked up the kunai again. It was only after he slipped out of her to flip her around did she see it. Dazed, she uncomprehendingly watched him as he brought the kunai down the same time he thrust into her again. Shocked, she could not voice her terror as it sank into her breast. Then she began to scream. This time, he began to carve words into her body. Hate. Unwanted. Fear. Sakura willed herself to die; anything to escape this horror her lust had trapped her in. The man began to laugh crazily, throwing back his head. When he looked down at her again, the wound on her chest began to frantically pump out blood, because that face, with the insane grin…was Sasuke's. Sakura's mind recoiled and withdrew further into itself, till all she could sense was blessed nothingness.

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Silently Sasuke slipped inside his house. Since it was almost one in the morning, he was not surprised Sakura was sleeping. He had just returned from an S-class mission. And though he would not admit it to anyone, he was bone-tired. He actually preferred it that way. Nightmares would not be able to penetrate the thick fog of fatigue. Leaving his armor scattered on the floor, he began to tread upstairs.

Halfway up, Sasuke's sharp senses picked up faint whimpers. It was not the whimpers themselves that caused Sasuke to run, but the pure terror heavily laced in it. He burst in, only to see Sakura huddled in a fetal position in the middle of the bed, the unearthly sounds still escaping from her. Suddenly realizing that she was trapped in a genjutsu, Sasuke quickly summoned the Sharingan and dispelled it with ease. Pushing aside the troubled feeling at the familiarity of the genjutsu, Sasuke approached Sakura.

She was till curled up and was now trembling violently. Cautiously, he placed a hand on her shoulder and softly spoke her name. Fearfully, she slowly lifted her head. When she saw his face she started to scream. Ear-piercing, heart-shattering screams that told of unspeakable horrors.

Stunned, Sasuke could only stare, frozen. ANBU quickly arrived. One immediately launched questions at Sasuke while the others struggled to calm her down. When it was apparent that she was not going to cooperate they hit a pressure point and knocked her out. With a tinge of sympathy in their voices, the ANBU informed Sasuke that they were taking Sakura to the hospital. The captain suggested that his peer should try to get some sleep and visit in the morning. Sasuke curtly nodded his head and the ANBU exited in a puff of smoke.

Several hours later, Sasuke lay awake, his restless mind refusing to let his body sleep. He stubbornly did not think about the genjutsu, reluctant to follow the painful vein that lead to his past…and his brother.

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Sasuke stared at his sleeping wife. Without fatigue in the way, his mental capacities were back up to par. Now, he could rationally reflect on the jutsu without emotionally and mentally succumbing to the tendrils of memories that beckoned him. Narrowing his eyes, he methodically created a list in his mind of those that were powerful enough to cast this incredibly high level genjutsu. The only shinobi that was capable were those that possessed the sharingan.

Which would leave Kakashi and…himself. He stilled immediately when he came to conclusion that he himself was a suspect to this wife's current state. Grimly, he hoped that the Hokage would also realize that he was the only one that could unravel the mystery of the attack on Sakura.

He was quickly jerked out of his musings when Sakura groaned quietly and began to shift on the bed. She slowly flickered open her eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling before focusing on the figure beside her. Sasuke forcefully repressed a shiver at the first glimpse in Sakura's eyes. It was like a mirror image of his own: a glassy hardness that hid the turmoil's of the soul underneath the surface.

"What are you doing here?" she asked in a dull voice.

"Can't I be worried about my own wife," Sasuke answered in mock concern.

She shot me a flat glare, last night's events wearing her down so she couldn't drag up the energy to act civil towards her beloved Sasuke-kun. Of course, the glare simply rolled off since he is the Uchiha Sasuke.

"Tell me about your dream," he ordered abruptly.

Startled, Sakura blurted out, "How did you know it was a dream?"

He gave her disdainful look, as if the answer should have been obvious, "The Sharingan"

For Sakura that was the last straw. She did not need his attitude or the superiority complex on top of her shitty night, hell her shitty life!

"It's none of your business," she sneered. "Besides, it's not as if you really give a damn," she muttered under her breath.

He stiffened and his eyes warned her to stop. However, exhaustion and a month of a frigid parody called a marriage was taking its toll on her and she began to speak recklessly.

"I'm so sick of you telling me what to do. You only think about yourself! Why am I the one that has to tell you everything, obey all of your commands! I'm not a fucking dog dammit. Why don't you tell me something about yourself huh?! Why can't I touch you? Are you some fairy tale princess or something? Is my touch gonna contaminate you?"

"COME ON!" she screamed. " WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME SOMETHING ABOUT YOURSELF?! HOW COME YOu…y-you…"

Sakura was getting more and more hysterical with each sentence, ignorant to all but her own volatile emotions. She didn't notice that Sasuke had moved till he was nose to nose with her, his arms creating a prison around her body. The expression on his face was enough to halt to rant to a stuttering stop.

"You wanna hear something about me, baby?!" he sneered. " Fine, I'll tell you my fucking fairy tale. Isn't that what you want princess?"

To terrified to speak, Sakura just nodded her head in quick jerky movements, her wide green eyes never leaving his face, unsure it he was going to retaliate physically. Sasuke gritted his teeth, to restrain himself from lashing out bodily. After all, it was her fault for bringing back these painfully degrading memories. If she just kept her fucking business to her fucking self then they could have gone back to their normal lives. Sasuke snorted inwardly. Who was he fooling? The memory still controlled every aspect his life. Grimly he rebuilt that wall around himself so that he wouldn't start crying like a baby as he told his most shameful secret.

"Weren't you curious as to who took my virginity, Sakura? Don't fuckin' lie to me," he warned when she started to shake her head. She turned away, unable to look him in the eye anymore.

"Don't worry," he crooned, all of a sudden. "It wasn't your precious rival. It wasn't even a woman."

Shocked, Sakura's eyes shot back to his face.

"Kinky huh? Well, guess what? It gets better," he continued with a parody of a smile. Sakura didn't know what scared her more: the "story" or the fact that he was smiling.

"Lost it when I was seven years old. I didn't even know what sex was. Did you know that at that time, I would have given anything to have that man be Naruto or anybody else but him!? I trusted that fucking bastard. I trusted him! He was supposed to protect me," he said shrilly. "Did you know that the bastard chained me up for three days? He didn't just rape me. He made me like it. Made me cum just like his fucking whore. Made me call out his name when I climaxed…"

With each statement, Sasuke's voice got higher and louder and his eye's became distant and glassy as he revisited that nightmare. His chest heaved and he struggled to breath, tears tracking down his face. As he kept talking, Sakura began to suspect who he was talking about but her answer was so sick and gut wrenching that she kept praying that she was wrong. So Sakura could only watch him in agony. Hating herself for selfishly probing where she shouldn't have. Knowing that her tears meant nothing yet unable to stop crying.

"Who…" she struggled to ask through the lump in her throat. "Who did that to you?" she managed to squeeze out in a pain-laden whisper.

He focused his eyes on her face, suddenly looking like a bewildered child who's been punished but doesn't know why. Her hands gripped her blanket so hard her nails tore into it and cut into her palms. His answer stabbed her in the heart and lay waste to all her prayers.

"My brother," he whispered.

And all Sakura could do was weep with him.