Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Just My Luck ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

Just My Luck

Sakura had never had very good luck, but a run in with the mob after school leaves her with a lot more trouble than she ever wished to have. [Sakura/Sasuke/Itachi/Neji]

Warning!: This first chapter deals with attempted rape, so if that bothers you, don't read it. And don't come complaining to me about it either.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, nor do I make any money from the writing on this fiction.

Author: Kara-chan.a

 

 

 

 

 

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The rumbling of the motorcycle was loud in her ears, the smell of the exhaust fumes choked her, making her eyes water. His hand was tight around her arm, and she cried out as he shoved her into the brick wall. He hit her, pressing the tattered remains of her sweater into her mouth.

She gagged, tears fell freely and screamed around the material, scratching at him as he began to pull at the buttons of her shirt. He grunted as her long nails raked down the side of his face, and she could hear his friends laughing. The boy hit her again, shoving her head back harshly. “Come help me,” he grunted, and suddenly more hands were on her, one sliding up her leg.

The girl thrashed, kicking out and screaming loudly, her heart pounding against her ribs. This wasn't how her day was supposed to end! She was supposed to be at home now, taking her piano lessons and drinking tea with her grandmother in the garden. Frustrated, the boy ripped her shirt apart, his hands roughly fondling her breasts through the thin material of her brassiere.

She whimpered, trying to pull away, only succeeding in tearing the soft skin of her back as she pushed into the bricks behind her. A tongue danced over her skin, and she could smell the alcohol as another leaned in to placed open-lipped kissed upon her cheek. Her eyes clenched shut at the sound of a zipper being pulled down and she began to struggle harder than before, screaming her throat raw in desperation.

“What the hell is going on here?”

The hands tugging her skirt down halted, and the girl eased her eyes open, looking at the opening of the alleyway. Her heart plummeted. She prayed they weren't back up, anything but that. Her eyes closed again, and she tried to breathe around the coarse sweater.

“Do you know where you are?” The voice asked again when it received no answer to the first question. “No? This is Uchiha territory,” the owner of the voice moved closer. “So, I'll ask you again, `what the hell is going on here'?”

“We're just having some fun--”

“Fun,” a second voice chimed in, amused. “We love fun.”

The girl began crying again, her head falling forward, a hopeless terror spreading through her. “Yes,” the first voice agreed, now very close. “We do, don't we, Neji?”

She was dropped quite suddenly, and her first instinct was to cover herself; she pulled her torn shirt together, hands shaking. Fists connected with flesh and grunts of pain followed, she watched with wide eyes as the two boys ruthlessly beat down all seven of her attackers with ease.

It was over faster than she would later remember it being, and soon the dark-haired boy was kneeling beside her, talking quietly to his companion. “Can you walk?”

She stared into his black eyes and shook her head, feeling as though she was going to begin crying again. “No,” she managed, though it came out a dry wheeze.

“I understand. I'm going to pick you up, I won't hurt you.” She felt as though she were a wild animal and not a human, but she nodded, trying not to stiffen as he gently hooked an arm under her legs and then eased her back against his chest. “Neji.”

“I called the car; they'll be here in a minuet.” Sakura blinked up into clear gray eyes, gulping as she realized that they had no pupils. Neji watched Sakura, frowning as she quickly looked away.

“Thanks.” The black-eyed boy gave her a gentle shake, “can you tell us your name?”

“S-S,” she swallowed, “Sakura.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sakura awoke, frightened when she realized she had fallen asleep in the car on the ride to wherever they had been taking her --and, could very well be wherever. She sat up slowly, realizing that her ruined uniform was gone and a soft yukata had replaced it. It was beautifully made and the finest material she'd ever worn. The room was as splendid as the yukata and Sakura felt dwarfed by the sheer size of it.

“You're awake?” She leapt up from the couch, terror stretched across her face and her arms out as if to fend off an attack. A slender woman sat on a cushion, sipping her tea as though Sakura hadn't reacted at all to her question. She turned and faced the scared girl, her dark eyes narrowed in concern. Sakura held her breath; the woman before her was the most beautiful she'd ever seen, even lovelier than her mother.

Long black hair fell down her back, though strands of it hung down, framing her face. Her nose was small and tilted up slightly at the end. Her skin was the finest ivory and dark dramatic eyes stared over at Sakura, completing the look of classic beauty. Her lips were painted a soft red, matching the color of her long, neat nails.

“Sit down,” the woman beckoned softly, pushing a cup of tea out in the place next to hers. “It will help to calm you.” Sakura eased herself down into the place next to her, taking the cup between her hands. The woman studied Sakura's bruised face, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Thank you,” she told the woman, her voice hoarse. Sakura raised a hand, rubbing her throat. “I don't mean to sound impolite, but where am I?”

The woman smiled, “ah, I'm so rude! You're in the Uchiha complex, my dear. I'm Mikoto Uchiha, my son found you this afternoon.”

“Afternoon--how late is it?”

“Almost nine.”

Sakura launched herself to her feet. “I've got to go; my mother will be worried sick!”

Mikoto grabbed her hand, wincing when Sakura inhaled sharply. “Please, Sakura, sit back down. I talked with your mother hours ago and she understands the situation.”

“You, you talked with her?”

Mikoto eased the girl back down next to her. “You had your school ID on you; from there it was quite easy. And those boys--” she tried to ignore the way Sakura paled and swallowed audibly. “Have been dealt with accordingly.”

Sakura didn't ask the older woman to explain, only nodded gently, closing her eyes. “Thank you, again. I don't know what I'd have done...”

Mikoto wagged a finger at the girl. “Tut, tut. What's happened has happened. Everyone ate already, but you must be hungry?”

“Oh,” Sakura inclined her head, smiling thinly. “Yes, I am.”

“Good!” Mikoto took the girl's hand and pulled her softly through the massive archway that lead into a bigger hallway. The rug was soft under Sakura's feet and she wiggled her toes around while she waited for Mikoto to talk to someone about food.

“I already told you Sasuke, I know.”

“But nee-san, I really--”

Sakura looked up, eyes widening as she recognized her savior from earlier. Her mouth opened, and she tried to think of something, anything to say. Mikoto practically skipped in through a door ahead, blinking when she noticed the awkward silence that had settled over the group in the hall.

“Sasuke, Itachi, what are you two plotting?”

Sasuke rolled his eyes, “world domination of course.”

“Or course,” the woman agreed, though she didn't look pleased. “I hope you two aren't going to take this too far?”

“No farther than necessary,” the taller of the two boys assured her, studying the small girl beside her.

Mikoto followed his gaze and hit herself lightly on the forehead. “I completely forgot! Sakura, these are my sons. You already know Sasuke, and that's his older brother, Itachi.”

Sakura bowed her slightly, her hands twisting the yukata around. Itachi repeated the gesture and Sasuke grunted, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “It's a pleasure to meet you Sakura-san,” Itachi said, his voice deep and smoother than the finest silk. “Feeling better?”

She met his eyes, instantly wishing she hadn't for they were complex and seemed to drag her into their depth. “Yes,” she heard herself say before shaking her head to rid herself of the strange feeling that had come over her.

“Sakura and I are going to eat before getting some sleep tonight. Don't stay up too late.” Mikoto ushered Sakura into the room she had previously exited, throwing a warning look over her shoulder at her sons.

 

 

 

 

 

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Sakura awoke the next morning, her dreams endless nightmares of hot putrid breath and hands that destroyed. The yukata stuck to her back, and sweat beaded her forehead. “Ma'am? Sakura looked over at the door, pushing the covers back and wiping a hand across her eyes.

When Sakura opened it, a girl a few years older than she smiled, bowing slightly to show respect, “I'm here to take you to the baths.”

“Baths?”

“Yes, I have a change of clothes here, so if you'll follow me?” Sakura did so, taking her time to study the house. Her own family was middle-class, though well off. And while Sakura's house was fairly large, it was nothing in comparison to the monstrosity of the Uchiha's. The girl led her to what Sakura found to be an indoor bath house.

Sakura's mouth fell open and she stared with wide eyes at the huge bath. “This is insane.” She took the clothes handed to her and walked to the changing area. Sakura eased the silk material from her shoulders, stopping and staring at herself in the full body mirror. The entire right side of her face was a splotchy purple bruise and her stomach sported similar ones. Her nipples and breasts seemed to be the most bruised of all, and Sakura felt sick as she stared at handprint markings that had been left behind.

She turned away from her image, taking a few deep breaths before picking up the towel and walking to the baths. The steaming water soothed her tired muscles and Sakura dipped her head under. When her fingers had begun to prune Sakura got back out, walking to the showers and washing her hair.

The maid had left her another yukata, this one a soft shade of blue, with large violet flowers imprinted on it. Sakura tied the obi tight around her slender waist, smiling and rubbing a hand down the smooth silk. Sakura worried momentarily about finding her way back, but she soon found the fears to be silly, for a new maid was standing in wait for her.

“Ah, sorry, I hadn't meant to take so long.”

“I can wait, ma'am, though breakfast is being served.” Sakura followed the new girl as she walked briskly back down a different hall, and soon Sakura was facing large oak doors. The maid pushed them open and ushered Sakura into a dining room that could have easily housed forty people.

Everyone looked up as she entered, Mikoto stood and beamed at her, taking her gently by the elbow and sitting her down beside Itachi. “Sakura, we were wondering where you were.”

Sakura blushed, and didn't answer. Mikoto didn't seem to mind. “Itachi, are you taking the car?” Sakura looked up from her food, staring at the man who she had failed to notice. He might have been handsome once, but the severe way he frowned had carved deep creases around his mouth.

“Yes,” Itachi replied, sipping his coffee as he turned a page in the book before him.

“Itachi I really wish you wouldn't read at the table.”

“A bad habit,” he told his mother, closing the book. “Why do you want to know father?”

The man looked over at Sakura, and he studied the bruise on her face. “Your mother would like you to take Sakura to school.”

“Aa.” Itachi glanced sideways at Sakura. “Do you want to go to school, Sakura?”

“Yes!” Sakura covered her mouth and cleared her throat, this time talking slowly and not so loud. “Yes, I have mock tests that I need to take.”

“I see, then I'll drop you off at school.”

Sakura shook her head quickly. “It's alright, I can take the bus; I don't want you to go out of--”

“It's quite alright, Sakura.” Itachi waved two fingers and a maid scuttled over to pour him more coffee. “Sasuke goes to the same school.”

Sakura's head whipped around to look at the boy who hadn't spoken for the entire course of the meal, he didn't look up, only took another bite of eggs. He too was reading. He glanced up at her briefly before letting his gaze drop back to the book.

“Th-thank you, Itachi-san a ride would be nice.” She paused, “what am I going to wear?”

Mikoto waved a hand. “Don't worry; I had a uniform brought over last night. You can change after breakfast.”

 

 

 

 

 

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Sakura held her backpack in her arms protectively, her head resting on it. Sasuke sat beside her, staring out the window. Itachi sat across from them, talking quietly on the phone, writing in a small black day planner. Sakura smoothed back her hair, her nervousness doubling with each moment she spent in the vehicle.

“Are you feeling better?” Sasuke asked her, his voice a soft whisper.

Keeping her own voice low as well, Sakura nodded. “Yes, thank you. I--that it, if you ever need anything, or just--well...”

Sasuke looked over at her, his lips twitching. “I understand. Would you like to eat lunch with me today? Neji wanted to see how you were doing.”

Sakura agreed quickly and Sasuke turned back to watch the scenery as it flew by. Before she knew it, the car was rolling smoothly to a stop before the school, engine purring. Itachi finished his conversation, tucking the phone into his pocket. “Shall we?”

He stepped from the car after Sasuke, reaching back down in to help Sakura out. Sakura took his hand, holding her bag tightly in the other. Everyone stood in the entrance, waiting for the teachers to open the doors. Itachi took her hand, and she suppressed the urge to shudder, allowing him to lead her. Sasuke pressed closely behind, shielding her from the curios glances being sent their way.

Itachi lead them into the school, ignoring the teacher that demanded that he wait until they opened the doors. “Find Yamada-san,” he snapped at the woman. “And tell him that Uchiha Itachi would like a word, now.”

Her eyes now quite wide, the woman scurried off, her face pale. “I never knew.” Itachi and Sasuke looked at her, “until yesterday I'd never even heard of the Uchiha clan,” she confessed.

Itachi smiled, “well, if all goes well you'll soon know quite a bit about us.”

“Wha--”

“Uchiha-sama!” The principal, a fat man with a fast receding hairline, scampered over, smiling nervously. “What can I do for--Sakura-san, whatever happened?”

“That,” Itachi said, “is exactly the reason I am here. If I might have a word?”

“Yes, yes of course!” He told the woman, who had been hanging around by the office door, to make some coffee, before leading them into his private office.

Before he could ask Itachi threw a folder down on the table. “Yesterday seven boys sexually assaulted Haruno-san. We have dealt with them accordingly, and now have come to ask the school to do the same.” The principal's face seemed to loose all color at, `dealt with', but he pressed his handkerchief to his head and nodded.

“I understand, and will bring it up before the superintendent, I promise you it will be taken care of.”

“Thank you,” Itachi said coolly. “I'll be here at two thirty to pick Haruno-san up, if you could let her teacher know that I'll be taking her early?”

“Of course, of course! And Sasuke-sama?”

“Can stay,” Sasuke said, looking bored.

“Right, right.” The man seemed to wither under Sasuke and Itachi's cold eyes and he focused instead on Sakura. “Sakura-san, will you be needing medical attention?”

“Not necessary. I'll be taking her to our personal doctor, though; I suggest she be removed from physical education until a time when she feels comfortable around the opposite sex.”

Sakura's head pounded and she tried to keep up with the conversation, one that was all about her it seemed. “I'll make sure, she's well taken care of, I assure you, Uchiha-sama.”

“That is all I ask. Have a nice day, Yamada-san, I`ll be seeing you.” Itachi gently took Sakura's elbow, helping her stand. Sakura let him pull her into the hall, looking up at him with dazed eyes.

“Why are you doing all this?”

Sasuke snorted, “don't ask stupid questions.”

“Sasuke, don't sulk. Sakura-san will you be alright today?”

Sakura nodded, watching Sasuke as the boy brooded, his hands rooted deeply in his pockets. “Yes, I'll be fine. Thanks, Itachi-san. I really mean it, you don't have--”

“It's my pleasure Sakura-san. Sasuke will be watching over you today, and until you no longer need it, so please don't think of him as some crazed stalker.”

Sakura smiled, shaking her head. “Never.”

“Nee-san,” Sasuke snapped, “who would take me for a crazed stalker?”

Itachi raised a brow, “who indeed?” He checked his watch, before straightening his suit once more. “I've got to go. I'll be back for you at two thirty, Sakura-san.”

“Ok. I'll wait for you inside?”

“Yes, inside is perfect.” He reached over to ruffle Sasuke's hair. “Stop pouting Sasuke, I thought you had finally grown out of that.”

Sasuke growled and slapped the hand away. “I'm not pouting, nee-san. You just have bad eyesight.”

“Perhaps,” Itachi agreed and turned, walking away with a small wave over his shoulder.

“Alright.” Sasuke said abruptly. “What's your first class, where is it and who teaches it?”

Sakura stammered for an answer, “Uh--well, English with Kurenai-sensei, room 400.”

Sasuke nodded, taking her book bag from her. Sakura notice that he wasn't carrying one, but didn't mention it. Sasuke slung her bag over his shoulder and motioned for her to lead the way.

 

 

 

 

 

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I finished! In a little under six hours, guh. Remember to review--and if anyone flames me from the rape scene they will be laughed at. Yes, I know. Itachi is horrendously out of character. But, hey. It's an AU, get off my back, I can`t crack that shell of his either.

Beta: None and I have been known to make some pretty weird mistakes, so I apologize in advance for them.