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Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura/Nara Shikamaru, Haruno Sakura & Uzumaki Naruto, Haruno Sakura & Yamanaka Ino Characters: Haruno Sakura, Uchiha Sasuke, Nara Shikamaru, Hatake Kakashi, Yamanaka Ino, Sai (Naruto), Karin (Naruto), Uchiha Madara Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Blood and Violence, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Dark Uchiha Sasuke, Dark Nara Shikamaru, Protective Hatake Kakashi, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Self-Harm, Akatsuki (Naruto), War, Konoha 11 (Naruto), Everyone is Problematic ok?, Heavy Angst, Domestic Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fourth Shinobi War (Naruto), Memory Loss, PTSD, Manipulation, Bullying, Suicidal Thoughts, Degradation, Dacryphilia

Chapter 5 (chapter list)

Sasuke’s rebuttoning his pants when Sakura starts her usual lineup of pathetic attempts to convince him to return to Konoha. Like he could just as easily gain power there as with Orochimaru. Like she can’t see how hard he fights. How hard he trains. Nothing less than absolute perfection. Perfect katas. Perfect jutsu. Perfect answers on coursework. Sleepless nights spent finding more and more avenues to become stronger. “Come back with me? Please?”

“You’re being annoying. Isn’t this enough for you?” Sasuke snaps. More annoyed with himself than her. Frustrated. Torn. He fights to urge to comply, to agree to take her with him, to hide her away, deep in the snakes' den, safe. But Orochimaru’s lairs are no place for someone as soft as Sakura. Someone so willing to give and so many more than willing to take until there is none of her left. Dark. Dangerous. Deadly. Protecting her there would be near impossible.

“It certainly is more than enough for you,” she mutters. It’s not, really. But the best middle ground he can find to keep contact with her. To be able to keep tabs on her. (To make sure she is still alive.) To ease the ache in his chest that seems to get bigger every time they separate. Every time he has to tell her no. Every time he breaks her heart again, leaving her alone to pick up all the pieces.

“If you’re becoming too attached in our arrangement—” Sasuke starts, before she cuts him off.

“Of course I’m too attached, Sasuke. What did you think this was going to be?” She’s looking at him, but he keeps his eyes on the knot he’s forming in his belt, not wanting to admit this is exactly what he thought it would be. What he wants it to be. Sakura knows him too well though, smart enough to know exactly why he feels the need to trail along when her missions end up close to a base.

“I thought you would be sensible about this whole thing. It’s what you wanted all along.” Sasuke at least understands the irony in this, as he is by far being the most insensible one here. As she is here to try and convince him to return, trying to save him, and he’s really just being a creep about it. Seeing how far she will let him push her before she snaps. Before she deems him what he truly is. Broken. Irreparable. Unloveable.

“You think I wanted this? To sneak away from my missions, so you can fuck me in the forest?” Sakura never stops him, never tells him no. Lets him fuck her however he deems fit. He knows he is rougher with her than he should be. He should be more careful to not damage her. To not cause so many tiny little fractures in her psyche that she refuses to come back to him.

“You enjoyed it.” It’s a fact. He can usually get her off at least twice, simply, with only as much effort as it takes to get himself to orgasm. It’s not all about the fucking, but Sasuke likes to pretend it is. He doesn’t try to get her off. Some part of him worried if he does try, if he is bad at it, that he will lose her. That she will decide to stop loving him. To find someone else more worthy of her love.

She stands, gathering all her things. Her upset is visible in her movements as she shoves things back in her pack. “Find someone else to fuck then, if you think that’s all I want, Sasuke.”

He knows she’s well aware this is about more than that. He’s been interrupting her missions ever since he’s left. Just one or two, every couple months or so. Little rewards to himself for accomplishing a new jutsu or mastering a new technique. A long-term goal of defeating Itachi, laden with short-term goals of the next time he would allow himself to check in on Sakura. Taking a little more from her each time he graced her with his presence.

“If you’re going to be petulant, I might,” Sasuke threatens. He won’t, probably. He doesn’t fuck any other girls, not giving Kabuto the chance to make an Uchiha baby to experiment on. He had entered one of the hideout’s fucked-up version of a nursery one singular time, needing Kabuto to heal a wound, and had decided he’d rather bleed out than speed another second in the room.

Sakura mutters, just loud enough for him to hear. “I sure as fuck should.”

“What?” Sasuke whispers, seeing red, as he moves in closer to her. She wouldn’t dare. Would she? The curse mark is darkening his thoughts. Imaging the worst scenarios. The worst reactions to them.

“You left me. You found me. And I’m not the one who’s tracking you down on your missions, now am I?” Sometimes Sasuke thinks this would work out a lot better if Sakura didn’t need to be so fucking smart all the time.

Sasuke bends in until their noses brush, close enough to be sharing breaths. Threatening, “Find another man to fuck then. See how much I care.”

Sakura is his. He does not care if it makes him feel like a toddler on the playground throwing fits over his toys. He can feel the energy of the curse mark swirling under his skin. Ready to break free should she agree, should she fight back against him. Throwing herself out like a whore to the next man to come along.

“I just want you to come home, Sasuke. We can help you—“

We? Naruto and Kakashi couldn’t do anything to help him. They can’t do a thing to stop him. This is his path of vengeance. His family slaughtered before his eyes. His brother responsible for the massacre.

“I don’t need your pity. I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.” Sasuke’s words are sharp. Knives intended to cut and wound her. They do. He can see it in her face, like a kunai to her heart.

“Tell me how much you hate me then. Tell me, and I’ll quit trying. I’ll let you use me however you want. I’ll leave you alone. But I want to hear you say it. I can’t keep doing this anymore.” It’s whispered, hoarse.

He cannot take her with him. He cannot take her with him. He cannot take her with him. Sasuke activates his sharingan. Tucking her hair behind her ear and tilting her chin until he can taste her chapstick on his lips.

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you need me. You want me. Beg for it.” Sakura begs. She begs like she always does, offering Sasuke, everything, anything. Willing to trade her body, her heart over to him. It’s desperate. Needy and pathetic. Sasuke wouldn’t want it, doesn’t want it, any other way. Some twisted part of him getting off on knowing she needs him, just as desperately as he needs her.

He. Does. Not. Need. Her.

“Go fuck someone else. I’m sure Naruto’s been dying too.” Sasuke’s glob of spit lands on the ground between her feet, and he has body-flickered off before he can see her upset reaction.

Sasuke gives himself one last chance to see Sakura before he takes on Orochimaru. He finds her in a small outpost, wandering through the hastily set-up stalls of a street market. He lets his hand brush up against hers. She does not acknowledge him but he can feel her gaze after he's moved on. (He knows some of her missions are extremely time-sensitive and will not interfere, usually just waiting outside of town until she has accomplished her task and comes to find him.)

He forces himself to walk past. One foot in front of another. To keep walking. Out of town. Faster, through the trees. Until he is far enough away from her to ignore the pull. The desire to go back and find her. Fuck her until she is his, and only his, full of little Uchiha babies.

A new reward. For when he slaughters his older brother.

Orochimaru.

Deidara.

Itachi.

Tobi and Madara.

Family- Uchihas.

Itachi’s secret.

Konoha must fall.

Danzo. (Karin.)

Sakura.

Sakura comes to him. Showing up as his reward for killing the man responsible for the Uchiha massacre.

Sakura is his. As she always is. As she always was.

Sasuke eyes Sakura as she kneels down next to the sort of dying Karin. Danzo had tried to use her as a shield. Sasuke, gone enough in the darkness of his own mind, stabbing through both of them with a lightning blade. Sakura gathers a medical jutsu in her hand, laying it on Karin’s back. It’s not the razor-sharp style favored by Kabuto. Softer, gentle even.

He himself gathers a Chidori. If she will not listen, he will make her. He grabs her neck, and it’s easy to get her face in the pavement, dropping in behind her, being sure to pin her legs in the process. He grabs her by the hair, pulling her back taunt, digging his elbow into her spin to keep her in place. Shifting her head to look at the girl she is trying to save.

“Kill her.” A useless order, Sakura’s not one to hurt others. Nose to temple, he inhales her scent. He’s loathe to admit he misses her. But now she’s back where she belongs, where he needs her to be.

“Already so insolent. Hmm, disobedience in a subordinate requires correction. Are you looking for a punishment so soon, Sakura?” He shifts her weight, bringing the Chidori in close enough for the electricity to jump the gap. Sasuke groans as the force of the Chidori rolls through them, diffusing it out from himself in pops. Exhilarated. Intoxicated. Euphoric. He can feel the way Sakura is conducting it away from both him and Karin, trying to circle the force of his lightning chakra through her own pathways. To pull the weight of the hit from the others.

Karin grabs a hold of Sakura’s arm, clinging to her weakly. “He’s not the Sasuke he used to be.”

He’s not. Better. Stronger. More powerful.

“I told you to kill her. So do it, you crybaby. You’d do anything for me, wouldn't you?” Why isn’t Sakura doing what he wants? She always does everything he wants. She loves him. She loves him.

The last of his Chidori fizzles away, much quicker than normal.

Sakura is shaking and crying underneath him. He tugs at her, adjusting her twitching body as he sees fit, pulling her ass higher so he can grind his half-hard cock right against the fabric, preventing him from sinking into her warm heat.

Sakura will always love him.

Right?

He bites down in her ear, a punishment fit for the crime she’s committing only in his head. She is his, to do with what he wants. Sakura’s jutsu picks back up again, swirling through Karin.

“I remember you. Why do I remember you?” Sakura whispers to Karin. She’s not supposed to be talking to her. Paying attention to her. Sakura loves Sasuke. Why is she ignoring him?

He grips her by the neck. Intent on shaking some sense back into her. It doesn’t work, in his anger, he slams her head down, causing her chakra to flicker. He holds her down under him, pressing his weight against her.

The chakra Sakura is circulating through Karin grows, cloaking all three of them. The rush is almost as good as the shock had been. Coating muscles and wounds, even his sharingan feels better with each blink. “When we were looking for Sasuke. You were there.”

“SHUT UP.” Sasuke slams her down again, speaking another wave of Sakura’s chakra through his system. It flickers, and the comeback is less strong than before. The peak high of it lessened. But Sakura is still pushing a good deal of chakra into Karin to save her.

Sakura is supposed to love Sasuke. Not Karin.

He can feel the curse seal chakra pushing at its boundaries, searching for retribution. For revenge. Influencing, encouraging darkest thoughts.

“Sasuke. Sasuke, you’re going to kill her.” Karin’s attempts to forward this are dismissed. He could kill her. Sakura would let him. He knows she would. Killing Naruto, his rival (his best friend), would gain him power. Killing Itachi did give him power. Power he’ll need to bring Konoha to its knees. To destroy it.

How much power would killing Sakura bring? Someone who loves him. Someone who would do anything for him.

He will kill her. Because deep down Sasuke knows that he loves Sakura. Or it’s the closest he can come to loving anything. She is his. She will let him do anything. She loves him.

He can feel the change in himself with the decision. The Sharingan sharper, clearer than it’s ever been. The power seeping through him. He blinks, easily pulling Sakura into a genjutsu just to test his powers.

Sasuke’s not just in Sakura’s mind. He’s in her memories. Flowing past him as if floating on water, controlled by her subconscious. He starts collecting them as they move by. Ones of himself. Of Naruto. (He does not know how much of the two of them he leaves behind for her. Nor does he care.)

“Good.” Sasuke lifts Sakura again, twisting her in his grip. She blinks a few times, like she can’t focus on him.

He takes others too. The events of the chunin exams while Sasuke and Naruto were both unconscious, Sakura giving herself over to the enemy to protect them. One of her getting a sword shoved through her heart. Anything of his lookalike replacement on the team. One of her and Nara Shikamaru fucking, it’s nothing like the rough fucks Sasuke gives her—romantic, loving even. He could gag. A whole block of the events leading up to this moment, everything from the point of her fucking someone else until this point. Where she will die in his hands.

One thought echoes around her mind while he works. ‘Naruto, where is Naruto?’

“Sasuke!” It’s not the high-pitched whining of Karin. It’s deeper, angrier. Enough to pull most of his consciousness back to the real world, leaving enough of the genjutsu for him to continue to rifle through her memories, taking whatever he pleases.

‘Naruto?’

Sasuke lifts her up, higher. He’ll do it this time. He will kill her. He can sense the Chidori before it’s even fully formed. Sakura laughs. once.

“You knew he’d come,” Sakura squirms in his grasp. Trying to deny it. He knows that it’s not Kakashi she was expecting, not with the way ‘Naruto!’ keeps bouncing around her mind. Kakashi cannot save her. He’s not the hero she’s waiting for. One that will be too late to save her.

He should wait to be sure Naruto sees her die by his hand. To see how much he was much too weak to ever stand up to Sasuke. That Naruto could do nothing to stop him, that he has failed his precious friends.

He sits up straighter, pulling Sakura up between himself and Kakashi. A shield. Kakashi would never dare hurt his favorite student. (He’s seen the way Kakashi frets over Sakura—more memories popping up with his appearance. The way he worries over her safety.) Karin loses her grip on Sakura at the motion. Sakura’s arm is bleeding where Karin’s nails had dug in, trying to hang on.

‘Where’s Naruto?’

“Let. Her. Go.” Kakashi demands, like a toddler not getting his way. Poor little lazy, late CopyCat Kakashi. ready to witness the death of Sakura. He’ll be the first to fall to Sasuke’s new powers. The new level of Sharingan unlocked.

“Kakashi, you’re late.” Sasuke tells him as he dips his head down to mouth at Sakura’s neck. One last taste of her. It’s really too bad he won’t get to fuck her one last time.

“Where’s Nartuo?’

“Tell me you hate me. Tell your dearest Kakashi-sensei how much you hate me,” Sasuke mocks in Sakura’s ear.

“I don’t hate you, Sasuke. I love you.” Out loud she sounds out of it, words slow and sloppy. But she’s looking mostly at him when she says it.

Sasuke tsks, with a laugh. “See that, Kakashi? She loves me.”

He catches her line of sight again to try and pull her back under the genjtsu, but it doesn’t work. She’s still lightly under the first round genjutsu. He can feel it. He is still vaguely in her memories, only glimpses now, bits and pieces he can latch onto. But the second layer of genjutsu won’t stick and he finds he can’t lift the original layer.

‘Naruto. Naruto. Naruto?’ Echoing around her head.

Sakura does not love Naruto. Sakura loves Sasuke. Sasuke knows she does. The darkness infecting his thoughts, like a virus, spreading, spreading, spreading.

Sakura is his.

He doesn’t need to kill Sakura. He needs to kill ‘Naruto’. To kill everyone, until it’s just the two of them.

Sasuke and Sakura.

Alone.

Together.

Sasuke drops Sakura right as Kakashi attacks.

Chapter 6

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