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Closer to God	By : LadyYasha Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 1146 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Closer to God
- 1
Suggested track: “Closer” (Trance Remix) – Nine Inch Nails and Static X. Really, it’s an awesome song, even if a bit dated. It’s completely and totally the inspiration behind this story (hence the title). Another thing I’d like to point out – the 4th Hokage is one of the characters used in this story. Since his name was never really given in the manga or the anime, I decided to call him “Arashi”. I’ve seen this name used for him in several other fan fictions – on here and ff.net as well (notably in Makkura Arashi’s “The Bad Boy and the Baby”) – so let’s just say it’s a commonly chosen fan-fic name for his character and leave it at that. Another author/story I would like to credit is the awesome yaoi NaruSasu piece I found on LJ – it’s called Choosing who? by gelfling8604 http: // gelfling8604. livejournal.com/85377. html# cutid1 (obviously without the spaces). If you haven’t read it yet, go do it right now. That fic is awesome beyond words.
Now, onto my story…
WARNING! Contains scenes of violence and rape, as well as some *possibly* touchy religious themes. Please approach this piece of writing as a mature adult. Thank you for taking interest in the story.
Closer to God
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Chapter 1: Bound
This was the end. Sakura took a step into thin air, leaving the concrete roof behind her. For an instant that she was aware of her body in its freefall, a terrified thought crossed her mind. I don’t want to die! A blinding red pain suddenly swept through her whole body. She could feel her own flesh jolt off the ground with the force of the impact. The red then simply vanished into black, and Sakura found herself in the arms of a man, who was carrying her away, bridal style. Sakura quickly spared a glance towards her broken body lying on the ground. A crowd was already gathering, some woman screaming bloody murder. Sakura could hear the distant wailing of the ambulance sirens. Am I dead?
Sakura looked at the man holding her. “Where are we going?”
“Hell.”
Figures. I did kill myself after all. And him too…Suddenly, the ground opened up with a loud roar, the crack gaping like a black wound in the pavement. Sakura looked back, alarmed, at the people standing over her body. Don’t they see it? Her head snapped back to stare questioningly at the man carrying her. He didn’t seem the least bit concerned, so Sakura decided she shouldn’t be either. They were now slowly descending into the crack.
“What’s your name?” the pink-haired woman asked, the silence rousing her anxiety.
“It’s Sasuke,” the man answered as the crack slowly began to close above their heads. As the last pin point of light vanished, Sakura could’ve sworn she’d seen pity in Sasuke’s eyes when he glanced down at her face in the fading illumination.
***
Sakura groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. Where the hell am I? Sasuke’s face flashed in her mind. Oh that’s right. I’m in hell. Sakura scoffed. Her original question seemed entirely appropriate.
“Ow...ow! What the hell?!” Ok, I really have to stop saying that. Sakura looked up, wincing. Her arms were absolutely killing her. And no wonder – the girl saw they were chained up above her head, the chains extending upward, their original source hidden in the sort of cloak-like blackness that was all around her. It was almost as if her own body and the chains were illuminated, while everything else remained pitch black. It didn’t seem like there was a floor, yet Sakura’s feet weren’t dangling. What IS this?
The pink-haired then noted with interest that she herself was now dressed in a skimpy, black leather outfit. A full-body corset, shaped more like a one-piece swimsuit, all the while making Sakura’s breasts pop out unceremoniously; super-high boots that came up to the middle of her hips, and gloves that almost reached her armpits – all of the above adorned with some amount of black lace. Sakura raised an eyebrow. Uh…Kinky much?
All of a sudden, Sakura felt arms wrap around her waist. She gasped loudly as her head instinctively snapped to the side to see who was behind her. Sakura found herself staring into a pair of pale blue eyes, a man with silver hair smirking at her, revealing a pair of cat-like fangs.
“Suigetsu, should we start right away?”
Sakura turned to see who this new voice belonged to. Standing in front of her was a girl who looked to be about Sakura’s own age. She was an outfit identical to Sakura’s except it was red – just like the girl’s long, spiky hair and searching eyes. In her hands she held…A whip? Oh God! Sakura drew a sharp breath. She had a pretty good idea of what they were going to “start right away”.
“Go ahead, Karin. You go first,” the man behind Sakura purred, seeming even more disturbingly cat-like because of the way he spoke.
The whip connected with Sakura’s exposed hip, causing the pink-haired woman to yelp. All the while, Suigetsu slowly slid his hands down Sakura’s body until he was squatting behind her. The man then sunk his teeth deep into the bare flesh right under her ass. The whip connected with Sakura’s body again. A sharp bite was given to her arm this time. Biting followed the striking and striking followed the biting. This continued for a while, with Suigetsu biting Sakura all over, even tearing through leather in places, while Karin swung the whip tirelessly, leaving bloody welts in its wake. Sakura had long lost track of time, the pain becoming overwhelming, when she suddenly realized she wasn’t being hit or bitten anymore.
A shaky breath rose in her throat as she slowly lifted her head up. She wasn’t even standing any longer – Sakura simply hung limply from the chains that bound her arms. She could just barely make out the two blurry shapes in front of her. As they slowly came into focus, she recognized one of the men. Sasuke.
The other man looked a lot like Sasuke, but seemed somehow…meaner. His eyes were a flashy red, unlike Sasuke’s opaque black. Both men were wearing what appeared to be black cloaks over simple outfits of black. And yet, even though they were surrounded by the black murkiness that was everywhere, Sakura could make out every little fold of their clothing. The girl frowned in confusion. How is this possible?
The older man, gave Sakura a once over.
“Itachi.”
“What?” Is he calling me a weasel?
“My. Name. Is Itachi.”
“Oh…uh...Sakura?” the girl offered unsurely.
“I take it you met my brother, Sasuke, before.”

“Yeah,” Sakura nodded, glancing Sasuke, who seemed to be staring off into space.

“What the!?” Sakura found herself staring into Itachi’s red eyes, his face mere inches away from her own. How did he get over here so fast? I didn’t even see him move!
“Now, Sakura-san. It is customary that all new arrivals get a…quick recap of their lives upon arriving.” Itachi never took his unsettling red eyes off her as he spoke.
A quick…? “NO!” Sakura screamed, startling even Sasuke out of his stoic state. “I don’t need a recap of my life! I know perfectly well why I’m here!”

Her teeth were chattering as panic began to grip her. No, no, no, no!

Itachi sneered at her. “Sorry. The rules are the same for everyone.”

Sakura tried to look away, but those eyes seemed to be grabbing at her very soul. She found herself slowly drowning in their haunting crimson.

“Mangekyou Sharingan!”

Sakura slumped lifelessly, hanging off the chains once again. Sasuke watched in silence. He’d seen this being done to others before.

“Itachi?”
“Hmm?” the older man answered, never taking his eyes off the pink-haired girl before him.
“I want to see for myself. Let me into her mind.”
Itachi raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure, foolish little brother? It’s not pretty. I don’t think you can handle it, you fragile little boy, you.”
“Just let me see it.” Sasuke growled.
Itachi shrugged. “Whatever.”
***

“Mommy!” an adorable little girl ran into her mother’s arms. Sasuke watched as Sakura’s father was being buried, Sakura clinging to her mother’s skirt in the crowd of somberly dressed people. He then watched her go to school, make friends, get her first job. Everything seemed so normal. An ordinary life of an ordinary girl.
Then a man entered her life. Her mother’s boyfriend. Arashi was his name and he was much younger than Sakura’s mother, who was 32 at a time. The man himself was 22 – blonde hair, blue eyes, tanned skin. A typical beach playboy. Sakura had been 14 at a time.
Her mother had boyfriends before. None of them stuck around for very long. Sakura didn’t even want to bother remembering this one’s name. He’ll be gone soon enough, she thought. She simply referred to him as “the Fourth” since he was the 4th man her mother dated following Sakura’s father’s death. Another part of Sakura’s dislike towards the man was the fact that he stared at her like a hungry wolf must look at a lonely stray sheep. Those looks scared Sakura. She tried to avoid being alone with him.
However, one can only escape fate for so long. Shortly after Sakura turned 15, her mother went away on a business trip, leaving Sakura in Arashi’s care. Sakura dreaded the moment he’d come “home” and try to babysit her. She asked her best friend, Ino, if she could stay over at her place until her mother comes back.
“Sorry,” Ino’s face was brimming with an apologetic smile. “My parents are on my ass right now about maxing out my credit cards. I can’t even ask them for rides to school anymore, much less to have someone stay over. I’ll come check up on you though, if you want.”
Sakura groaned. Great. Count on Ino to get into trouble at such a crucial time. “It’s ok, Ino-chan. I’ll call you later.”
Sakura walked home slowly. She was almost willing to sleep outside if she didn’t have to spend the night in the same apartment with Arashi. It’s not that he was ugly or anything. He was just…creepy, in a predatory sort of way.
When Sakura opened the door to her house, it was dark. “Oh, I guess he’s not here.”
Sakura was almost relieved until she flipped the lights switch and found Arashi sitting on the couch. Sakura noted with alarm that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His wet blonde hair clung to his face as he turned to face her.

That look. He was looking at her like that again.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?” Sakura was trying to act as casual as possible.
“Waiting for you.” Arashi said, his voice reverberating low in his throat.
Sakura shrugged. “Whatever. I’m going to go make some food. You want anything, fourth?”

“Yeah.” Sakura heard him approach her slowly from behind. She stiffened as she felt him wrap his arms around her waist and press her smaller body into his.

“Y-yeah? Um, maybe a sandwich?” Sakura was trying to pry his hands away from her waist, but he wouldn’t let go. She felt him drag his tongue against the side of her neck and jumped at the sensation.
“What are you doing?” Her struggles intensified. Sakura wasn’t young enough to not realize what Arashi had in mind. His grip around her waist tightened as he continued to shower her neck in kisses.
One of his hands slid upward towards the top of the sweater and unzipped it in one swift motion. Before Sakura knew what was happening, she found herself staring at the ceiling, Arashi straddling her hips.

His lips were hovering inches away from hers as his hands continued to work on getting rid of her clothing.
“What are you doing!? Stop!”

Arashi ignored her as he continued to take her clothes off.

“I’m going to tell mom!” Sakura could hear her own voice shaky with the tears that were threatening to spill.
Arashi scoffed. “Go ahead.” He kissed Sakura’s now-bare shoulder.
“Tell her.” Sakura felt Arashi slide his hands underneath the clasp of her bra and the next moment, it lay discarded on the floor. She watched in horror as Arashi lowered his blonde head towards her left breast.
“Break her heart.” He muttered, taking Sakura’s nipple into his mouth. Sakura gasped.
“She loves me, you know.” His other hand was roughly massaging her right breast and he continued to lick and suck on Sakura’s left one. Even then, Sakura knew he was right. She would never be able to tell her mother about this. But she wasn’t going to take this laying down either.
Sakura began to kick, thrash and scream only to be silenced by a harsh blow to the right side of her face. The girl clutched her cheek in shock as the blonde man slid her pants along with her underwear off her legs and threw them into the corner.
“It was YOU I wanted this whole time. I was just waiting for the opportunity to present itself,” Arashi murmured.
“You’re crazy,” Sakura whispered as tears began to roll down her flushed face. Her cheek stung from when the Fourth hit her before. She watched as he pushed his own pants down, exposing his erect manhood to her. Sakura wanted to throw up right then.
Arashi was prodding her entrance with his dick now, his breath coming in harsh pants.
“Time to get the party started,” the blonde smiled.
Sakura cried out as he slammed into her, burying himself to the hilt. The man didn’t even let the girl adjust to him as he started to move in and out of her at a steady pace. Sakura gasped every time he rammed into her.
“I-it hurts! Stop it!”
Arashi simply continued to stare into her tear-streaked face as he fucked her. He was taking his time on purpose – Arashi wanted to enjoy himself for as long as he could. The girl was exquisite. So tight too.
After about 10 minutes, he decided it was time to finish this off. Sakura was probably sore enough as is. He didn’t want to ruin that beautiful body just yet.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Sakura?”
The girl glared at him, tears brimming in her emerald eyes. “Fuck you!”
“I’ll take that as a yes!” Arashi drove into her harshly one last time, as Sakura felt him release himself into her. A new, terrifying thought entered her mind. He hadn’t used a condom! What if I get pregnant? I don’t want to have his children!
The blonde lifted himself off Sakura and the girl heard him withdraw from her with a sickening wet sound.
“Go take a shower,” he said simply as he headed down the basement stairs into the other bathroom.
***
Arashi continued to come to her, long after her mother came back. Sakura didn’t tell anyone what was happening but the man forced her to have sex with him almost every day for several months now. Sakura was running out of excuses for the bruises he left on her body. Her mind was damn near shattered too. Sakura never knew this kind of mental anguish existed. She wanted to tear her own skin off every time he touched her.
Sakura began to cut herself. If she could find solace in physical pain, she didn’t have to think about him.
Arashi was beginning to notice it too. The girl was breaking down, slowly wasting away. She couldn’t possibly be of use to him for much longer. Arashi decided that though that she at least deserved a farewell fuck.
The blonde man came earlier than normal that day. He knew that Sakura wouldn’t show until it was dark outside but it didn’t really matter. He was simply trying to get into the mood. Arashi wanted to recreate their very first encounter so he left all the lights off.
***
When Sakura got in that night, she tossed her backpack into a corner and plodded through the dark house. She didn’t feel like turning the lights on. A tiny rustling noise caught her off-guard and the girl stiffened.
“Who’s there?”
“Do you really have to ask, Sakura?”
“You…why are you sitting in the dark again?” Sakura squinted into the darkness of the room, barely seeing the silhouette seated on her couch.
“Come here.”
Sakura took a hesitant step towards the man. This was unusual – normally Arashi got straight into it.
“Come a little closer.”
Sakura swallowed loudly – she was sure he thought of some new way to fuck her life up and was about to implement it. The pink-haired girl stood frozen in one spot. She was really, truly afraid for the first time in months. Kind of like when it all started.
The man noticed that Sakura wasn’t moving anywhere nearer him, so he got up and walked over to her himself. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Yea, like hell! “Whatever,” Sakura muttered. She let Arashi steer her by the hand towards the big mirror in the hall. He then flipped the lights on, causing Sakura to wince. Once the girl’s eyes adjusted to the lighting, she saw they were standing in front of the mirror, Arashi behind her, hand wound around her waist and another caressing one of her thighs. He’s going to make me watch this time!
Sakura tensed up. This was just going beyond sick now.
“Don’t worry, relax.” The blonde man continued to caress her, placing feathery light kisses all over the back of her neck.
“Take your clothes off.” Arashi let go and watched as Sakura disrobed herself without ever turning to face him and then she just stood there in front of the mirror, her face as white as chalk. The blonde took his own pants off and pressed his body into her. One arm found its way around Sakura’s waist once more, while the other one lifted up her right leg and moved it to the side, opening Sakura up for anyone who’d care to watch.
With a moan, the man slid himself into the girl and slowly began to move in and out of her. Sakura tried to look away, but in her half-disgusted, half-fascinated state she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mirror. She wouldn’t think about him, Sakura decided. She would simply focus on the image of herself and that thick manhood penetrating her slowly.
She wouldn’t look at his face.
The hand around her waist slid lower and found its way inside her pink curls. Sakura gasped as she felt Arashi rub her clit slowly, massaging it in small circles. The pressure in her lower belly increased significantly, and she found herself panting for air. Sakura was making guttural, animal sounds now. She never once imagined that this man would ever be capable of extracting those sorts of sounds out of her. Sakura moaned and bit her lip as she continued to be transfixed by the visual of what Arashi was doing to her. His pace increased, the blonde’s breath now burning Sakura’s neck.
“Mmmm. Sakuraaaa!”
Sakura gasped, pleasure tearing through her upon hearing him say her name like that. Suddenly, the image in the mirror bursts into millions of white dots, blinding her. She screamed as loudly as she dared to without startling the neighbours, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. The man behind her felt her release and held none of his back. Sakura panted as she watched him withdraw from here, followed by trails of white cum slowly sliding down her inner thighs. Sakura collapsed onto her knees, struggling to catch her breath.
“You were amazing today.”
Sakura flinched when the man bent down to give her a kiss on the cheek. Arashi shrugged and went off to shower.
Sakura’s lips began to tremble; really her whole face was quivering. Sobs were already wrecking her body as she buried her face in her hands. “It’s bad enough,” Sakura wailed “that he forces me to do this with him! Now he has to make me enjoy it too!?”
***
Sasuke stood in the shadows and watched the girl break down in front of the mirror. He had seen everything. Really, he’d kill the bastard himself but he couldn’t interfere in the events long past. Still, it made him mad enough to want to bite through wood. For some reason, he felt so much sympathy for this Sakura.
“Fuck!”
***
She killed him. Sakura stood panting over the lifeless body on the bathroom floor, the bloodied kitchen knife still clutched tight in her hands. “I hope you burn in hell, motherfucker!” the girl spat before exiting the bathroom. It took her three years to find Arashi, after he left her mother on the night he made Sakura watch them fuck in a mirror. When she showed up at his house, the man was unpleasantly surprised. The bastard even asked her if she came to try and get money out of him. Money! As if any money in this world could buy her innocence back!
Sakura left his house in a daze. She took the elevator up, towards the roof. Once up there, Sakura she peered over the edge: she thought about her mother. If she wasn’t mother enough to see and realize what he was doing to me, she doesn’t deserve my pity or my consideration for her feelings. Sakura then took the step that would end her life. A thought suddenly ripped through her and she wailed “I don’t want to di…” Sakura’s eyes flew wide open as her body hit the ground below, the blow killing her instantly.
***
Itachi’s Sharingan disappeared into pools of obsidian. Really, he looked so much like Sasuke when his eyes weren’t red. Sakura was breathing heavily, unable to make herself stand. Her legs felt like jelly. A very wobbly kind of jelly – definitely not the kind of stuff you could use for support. She wearily watched as Itachi’s figure melted into the black that surrounded them. Sasuke, however, was still there. He was watching her silently, making Sakura feel as if he was judging her.
He knew everything – she was sure of it. She was so frustrated! And he was just standing there, staring at her like she was a freak in a circus. Angry tears began to roll down her cheeks.
“Do you think you are better than me? I don’t buy that holier-than-thou bullshit! You are all twisted sadists down here!!”
Sasuke came closer without saying a word and simply stood in front of the crying girl. Sakura looked up at him viciously. The pompous jerk.
A cool hand brushed against her flaming cheek. Sakura swallowed loudly as she closed her eyes and instinctively leaned into the gentle touch. She felt Sasuke touch his lips to hers. Just a little. He wasn’t demanding – he was asking. Sakura craned her neck forward, responding to the dark-haired man. The hand that was caressing her face moved towards her hair, massaging her scalp. Sasuke’s other hand rested gently on the small of her back, drawing her closer to the body in front of her. Sakura’s blood began to boil as she desperately wished she could touch him right then. Sasuke moved slightly to the side, then a little more, until he was behind her. Suddenly a large mirror drifted out of the darkness, reflecting the both of them. Sasuke hugged Sakura tightly from behind and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
“This is how you like it, isn’t it?” His muffled words caught Sakura off-guard. Did he know about that too?
Sasuke’s hands began to roam her body slowly, tracing her collarbone, the line of her ribcage, the edges of her corset. Sakura wanted to ask him…she wanted to ask him…but she forgot what her question was when his tongue touched one of her earlobes. “Sasuke!” Sakura threw her head back in abandon and closed her eyes, letting the sensations envelope her.
Sasuke smiled into the crook of her neck. The words ghosted over Sakura’s ear, making her shiver. “You’re missing the show.”
Sakura lifted her head up to watch Sasuke caress her body. She was now trembling with arousal. “Sasuke-eeee! Please!”
“Please? Sakura, you have to tell me what it is you want.”
Sakura bit her lip lower lip, trying her best puppy eyed look. “Mmmph. You know.”
Sasuke’s hand moved to shift the leather covering her crotch to the side and he slowly put one probing finger into her.
“I want to hear you say it. Do you want this?”
Sakura had trouble breathing now. She wanted him so bad, it hurt.
“Yes!”
Sasuke continued his ministrations, playing with Sakura’s sensitive bud with his thumb.
“Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“Yees! I love it!”
The dark-haired threw his cloak off and slid his pants off his hips.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I have to be sure you really want this. I might not be able to stop once we start.”
Sakura groaned. Why was he being such a tease? “Just do it already!”
Sasuke plunged into her willing body with a stifled groan. Their bodies moved in perfect synch, their pants and groans creating better atmosphere than any music could ever hope to create. Sasuke grabbed hold of both Sakura’s legs and lifted her up. The visual alone almost made him cum. Sakura’s groans as he was rubbing her in all rights spots weren’t helping things either. She was digging her nails so deep into her palms, they bled; her knuckles were turning white from the pressure.
“Sasuke-kuuuUn!” Sasuke hadn’t missed the way Sakura’s voice jerked up a pitch just then. He knew he’d hit something inside her. Now he just had to keep doing the same thing. With Sakura restrained with chains, unable to move, he had his work cut out for him. Sakura felt the familiar ache in her belly building up slowly, driving her mad. The sounds their bodies made as Sasuke entered her over and over became sloppier. She knew she was growing wetter by the second. Sakura’s orgasm hit her like a shovel, sending her eyes rolling deep into her skull, her back arching into Sasuke, her legs shaking, and her body convulsing as she screamed in pure ecstasy.
Sasuke followed almost immediately, unable to hold back any longer.
As their breathing slowed, Sasuke gently lowered Sakura’s legs back down, withdrawing from her.
“Bravo!” The sound of clapping startled the lovers out of their post-orgasmic stupor. Itachi was walking towards them, an evil smirk plastered on his face.
“Nii-san…” Sasuke quickly pulled his pants up and threw his cloak back on. He instinctively stepped in front of Sakura, protecting the girl from his brother’s shameless ogling.
“I enjoyed the show very much.” Itachi eyed his brother. “However! You know the rules Sasuke – we are not to make out ‘clients’ feel good. She must be punished.”
Itachi leaned to the side, looking beyond his brother’s stoic figure straight into Sakura’s terrified green eyes.
“You know, Sasuke, I can make your girlfriend feel even better than you just did.”
“Itachi.” Sasuke’s tone was urgent. “She…It’s not like that. She didn’t want this. I raped her.”
“Oh, really? Then I must’ve imagined her screaming ‘ooh Sasuke-kun, more, ooh yes.’”
Sasuke continued to stare off into the space directly in front of him. “She didn’t want this,” he repeated firmly.
Itachi leaned back to stare his brother in the eye.
“Fine. I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt, little brother. If she tells me it was rape.”
Sasuke stood perfectly still. “Tell him, Sakura,” he said without turning around.
Itachi placed a heavy hand on his brother’s shoulder, towering over the younger man and staring down at the petrified girl.
“Yes, Sakura-san. Tell me. Did you want this?”
Sasuke’s mind was screaming in anguish. Tell him I forced you! Save yourself!
“Yes.”
Sasuke’s head snapped to the side. What the hell was she saying?
“I did want it.” Sakura stared straight into Itachi’s obsidian gaze stubbornly. “I wanted it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
Itachi leaned back with a sneer. “That settles it, little brother. Sakura-san admits it was fully consensual.”
Itachi shoved his little brother out of the way and activated the Sharingan. Sasuke stood, unmoving, fear gripping his entire body. What was Itachi going to do to her?
“For the next 48 hours, you will experience continuous orgasms, Sakura-san. Not too horrible a prospect, eh?”
Sasuke watched Sakura slump, pulling against her chains once again. Soon she began to shake, and threw her head back gasping for air. Fluid was now running down her thighs. It soon turned into blood as her very insides were robbed of every last drop of moisture. Finally, she cried out and collapsed as far as the chains would allow her. Itachi’s Sharingan reverted back into black and he left without saying a word or so much as sparing a glance towards Sasuke.
A glass water appeared out of the darkness. Sasuke took it and carried it towards Sakura. Tipping her head back, he poured the water into her mouth. He took care, doing it slowly so that she wouldn’t choke.
“That should make you feel better,” he murmured softly as he stood, his form slowly fading into the cloaky blackness. Sakura opened her eyes with a groan. She could just barely make out Sasuke’s body melting away into the darkness. The pink-haired woman’s eyes snapped wide open and she lunged towards her lover.
“Sas…!”
The chains jerked Sakura back into her previous position before she had a chance to stop the dark-haired man. Sakura looked up slowly. The chains served as a perfect reminder of where she really was.
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To be continued...
Whew! I don’t think I’ve ever written a chapter this long O.O. Hope you’ve enjoyed reading this. More is on the way. Next chappie: Sakura gets to meet some of the “staff”. Please Rate and Review! :) You know you want to! Suggestions, comments, constructive criticism…all is welcome!
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