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Don't be scared of the night	By : thecorruption Category: Naruto AU/AR > General Views: 1400 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sai could hear Yamato coming in from his room upstairs. His body slowly began connecting to his mind again. He tried to take control of his limbs again as he dragged the duvet over himself and the aesthetic paraphernalia that lay besides him.

“Sai?” Called Yamato, softly. He knocked on the door before talking again “You in?” Yamato knocked again, opened the door and peered in at Sai. Sai had his back toward the door, wrapped in his duvet and faked sleep, knowing Yamato would leave.

It was only 4 in the afternoon, but already Sai just wanted to stay in bed. Granted, that was probably the ketamine making him feel sleepy, but now he had come round after the hit, he probably wouldn’t drift off again. Though getting up and facing the remainder of the day would make the aesthetic wear off sooner, meaning the drifting feeling would go, the pleasant numbness would be gone and the aches and bruises from working the past few days would come back.

In retrospect, he quite liked Yamato, even though he had only known the man a short while, it felt as if they had been friends for a while. Sai was pretty sure the feeling was mutual, from what he could tell, though he had never been very good with judging the scale of his relationships, or even forming relationships and making friends.

At school, he had stayed by himself for the majority, and the only people he knew were those who, like him, barely spoke. They formed a small group that no one else entered. From the outside they looked like friends, yet they only spoke to each other if they required something from one of the others. He always tried to stay in the background at school, and the few times he had tried to make friends, he was just shot down, and things just went badly. Then when he was 14, his art teacher had taken a liking to him. It wasn’t until his teacher made a move on him while preparing the set for a school play that Sai had realised what his intentions were;

At first no one, not even Sai noticed that the 30-something man was paying more attention to the young. Then when the head of department began to question the teacher’s motives, he simply said ‘He’s just lost his brother, he doesn’t have any friends, I’m just trying to make sure he doesn’t go the same way as his brother did’

If Shin had still been there at that point, he would have made sure the paedophile didn’t come within an inch of Sai, but with him out of the picture, Mr.Maeda was finally able to get at Sai.

It started as inviting Sai to the art club he ran after school, which was intended for those a year away from graduating.

When thinking back to it, Sai was able to pick up on Maeda’s suggestive hints, subtle flirting and grooming. He had driven Sai home once, and now, Sai realised that the way he stroked his thigh while driving wasn’t appropriate, nor was the way he kissed him on the cheek to say goodbye.

But it all changed with that night making the set.

A group of the more artistically talented people in Sai’s year grouped together to make the set for the school play.

Later that evening, after the other students had gone home on their parents orders, he asked Sai to help put the equipment and paints back in the store cupboard.

“Sir, what are you doing” Sai asked as Maeda used a few of the boxes to barricade the door behind them.

The teacher just turned and looked at him with a devilish smirk.

“Just-“ He planted a small kiss on the corner of Sai’s mouth “-Taking care of my” He placed a hand on Sai’s thigh “Favourite student”

Sai remained stoic until his teacher forced his tongue into the boys mouth, and began doing things to Sai which made his blood run hot. His shy whimpers caused by adolescent desire and hunger seemed to spur his attacker on. Meada’s hands forced themselves into Sai’s uniform trousers, one hand tormenting his cock at the other violated his ass.

“You horny for me, kid?” Meada purred between breaths and kisses. Sai couldn’t answer, this entire situation was too much. He could feel the teacher pressing his aroused body against his young, underdeveloped one. Sai whimpered more, having two of Maeda’s fingers inside him hurt, but Maeda’s other hand caused the heat inside him to grow hotter, as it would any boy his age.

Even then, Sai realised that the situation was wrong, but he couldn’t fight back, his earlier resistance at the kissing had been rendered futile, so he gave up and let his teacher have his way.

His teacher continued with his irrelevant smut-talk as he pulled off his and Sai’s clothes

After he’s finished fucking (or as the papers had later out it raping) Sai, he began to get dressed. He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his blazer, along with a lighter.

Sai, who was left naked, bruised, vulnerable in the corner tried to regain himself. He swore to himself for letting that happen. He tried to act like he wasn’t fazed, at least in front of his teacher.

“Won’t-“ Sai’s voice was shaky “-that set of the fire alarm”

Maeda chuckled a little “I disabled the one in here years ago” He had his back to Sai.

“Can I have one?” Sai asked timidly. Shin had smoked, he always told his little brother not to ever think of starting.

“What?” Maeda laughed.

“A cigarette”

“Kid’s shouldn’t smoke”

“And teachers shouldn’-“

Meada got up, tossed his lighter and a single cigarette to Sai, kicked the barricade out of his way and left Sai in the store room.

It was another three months of similar antics before the head of department finally started to question Maeda on his relationship with his pupil, and then simply hours for him to get the authorizes involved.

And then after that, a year and five months of persistent beatings, bullying and having his school life destroyed by his classmates for being a ‘whore’.

But the worst part of being called a ‘whore’ was that ‘whore’s went around sleeping with whoever they choose, whenever, without any thought. Sai, was thus, by definition not a whore, he did not choose to have sex with his teacher, nor choose when, nor ever think it would happen. And then when he tried to explain he was raped, it just made things worse.

So from then on, he spent his breaks on the roof smoking with Shikamaru Nara.

Sai pulled himself up from his bed, it was slowly drawing into the evening now. When had he fallen asleep again? And what was bring back the memories of Meada making him re-live it in his dream?

Sai dragged himself to the window and went to shut the blind. His room faced the street on the front, from his window he could see all these happy people rushing by with their perfect lives. The sky was almost completely black, just illuminated by the street lights.

Sai heard a light knock at his door and pulled himself to face Yamato.

From the awful smell greeting him from downstairs, he knew Yamato was going to ask if he wanted anything for dinner.

He looked up at the older man, whose face was awash with concern.

Sai was awful with non-verbal cues, he had admitted to this many times, but now, he knew that neither of them need use words.

Sai looked to Yamato, faked a smile and shook his head. ‘No thanks I’m not hungry’

Yamato’s lips parted slight, as if he was going to speak. He frowned. ‘Sure?’

Sai continued with his fake smile. ‘Sure’ With that Sai turned to head back to his room.

“Sai-“ Yamato held Sai’s arm. Yamato stared straight into his eyes, his frown deeper than before, he was worried for some reason. ‘Did they find it?’

Sai closed his eyes and gently shook his head. He just wanted to crumble down into the floor and never have to get up for anything or anyone again.

“Come on” Yamato rubbed Sai’s arm with his hand, keeping a platonic distance between them. But all he wanted to do was hug him. “You look thin enough to be bordering on anorexic” He exaggerated. Sai shyly looked to meet his eyes, and smiled while taking shaky breaths.

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“Yamato, have you ever cooked before?”

“Yes, why?”

“Because this is awful”

“Oh”

“How about I cook from now on?”

“You can cook?”

“I can boil water, which is about my limit. However I believe instant food will still be better than this”

“Very funny. Now eat”
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