Survival of the Fittest

WARNING: This fic DOES NOT adhere to the mangas past Sasuke’s and Naruto’s departure from Konoha. If you don’t like that idea, don’t read the story!

>> I DO NOT OWN NARUTO OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS.

IMPORTANT A.N! For the sake of making it a little easier and enjoyable, I am going to impart a few things to you. As stated above, this does not adhere to the mangas. The way I have set up the story is in a Pulp Fiction / Kill Bill style where there will be time jumps, although I think I set it up easy enough to where you could figure it out and piece it together without any help. SO>>> Forget everything you think you know about the characters past the time jump. Call it OOC, call it whatever you want. Fuck, call it AU if ya’ wanna… I’m just trying to make an interesting story. There will be at least one more chapter to this story, but I just might turn it into a longer series if I get enough of a reader response to deem it worthy. So if you like it…PLEASE REVIEW! *Smiles very sweetly*

‘thoughts’ *flashback* “spoken”




Chapter 1
The End is the Beginning


Sakura writhed against the bonds that held her wrists snugly against the wrought iron headboard. Perspiration that had collected in small rivulets on her forehead rolled gingerly down the sides of her flushed face. She watched in trepidation as Itachi approached her prone figure, spread-eagle and naked on the bed, her already labored breathing increasing in rate. She watched his soft lips slide into his usual smirk as he planted his knees on the bed at her feet, the mattress creaking as he planted first his left, then his right. She drew her legs together and clenched, trying her best to make her two legs merge and solidify into one appendage. Unbidden tears joined their salty brothers to make new trails down her heated face.

She did not speak when Itachi pried her legs apart and pushed the m up, presenting himself with an unobstructed view of her holiest of altars. It was not due to the lack of desire, though. She bit the course fabric of the gauze to restrain her reflexive desire to protest against the unwanted advance of the S-class criminal. She had learned quickly that her protests only served to arouse them further. She could not do much in her current predicament, but she would be damned if she was going to give them the benefit of any added amusement.

Sakura stared into Itachi’s crimson orbs in defiance and hatred. She followed his line of vision when his gaze slid from her face to her breasts, and then down her slender toned stomach and finally to the glistening lips of her sex. This past month had broken and humbled her, but she reached a level previously impossible when Itachi ran his index finger from her anus to her weeping entrance, collecting a thick smear of semen that had oozed out, before presenting it to her. She watched, horrified, as he pushed the finger into her passage.

“I must give my ototo an equal chance to produce the first heir.” Itachi stated matter-of-factly. Sakura turned her head away in shame as Itachi let his finger linger inside of her longer than necessary, pushing in and pulling out several times over. Wanting distraction, Sakura watched Sasuke across the room as he pulled a black yukata out of the closet before covering the pale flesh of his toned nude body and sitting in a chair directly in her line of vision. She watched him through the gaps of her pink hair that had fallen across her face, narrowing her visual field. For the second time that day she stared into the abysmal eyes of the Sharingan. A shiver overcame her body as their eyes locked, and she tried to tell herself that it was because Itachi had penetrated her, and not because Sasuke had smiled at her. It did not bode well on his features, this warmth. It was… unnatural.

Sakura succumbed to the finality of her situation. She did not fight against Itachi or her restraints as he invaded her body with his own. She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his contractions, not wanting to see Sasuke’s face as Itachi came, his seed mixing with his brother’s to fill her womb. Itachi stayed within her until he recovered from his orgasm, and his erratic breathing subdued. He grabbed a thick red pillow from beside her head and elevated her hips enough to wedge it beneath her bottom.

Sakura’s brow creased together at Itachi’s actions. She looked at him questioningly, but it was Sasuke who answered her silent inquiry.

“To ensure the highest probability of fertilization.” Sasuke said. “Gravity will help speed the process.” He rose from his seated position and walked to the bed, pulling the gauze gag from her mouth. Sakura licked her dry lips, eyeing Sasuke even as Itachi had taken to lying beside her on the bed, not bothering to hide his state of undress. As Sasuke admired her young body from the side of the bed, Sakura remembered her sense of modesty. That was something they couldn’t take from her. A hiss was heard in the room as she sucked in a breath between her clenched teeth as she pulled her legs together, muscles aching in protest. Sasuke ran his hand up the slightly tan length of her long leg, stopping to admire the light pink thatch of trimmed hair framing her lower lips.

“I had always wondered if pink was your natural color.” Sasuke mused. “Very unusual.”

“I rather like it.” Itachi pulled up to a seated position, gazing out of the bedroom window, his muscular back to them. “Very feminine. Tell me, Sakura-chan, do the males of the Haruno Clan have pink hair as well?”

Sakura was intrigued by the question, but did not allow it to show, keeping her features neutral as she answered the question in a dull tone. “No.”

“Good.” Itachi answered. He did not elaborate any further as he stood and made his way to the closet to retrieve his own yukata. But Sakura was certain that she understood his thought process. She secretly hoped that any male children born from this unholy union would have hair as pink as cotton candy, just like her own.

Sakura’s eyelids grew heavy with sleep. She shuddered as she felt a chill from the drafty old manor wash over her, her nipples tightening with the cold breeze. Itachi noticed and pulled a thick blue blanket from the top of the closet, carefully spreading it over her.

“We will remove your bonds in a few hours.” Sasuke said as he walked towards the bedroom door. “Can’t have you spilling and wasting our seed.” He said with a smirk.

“Sleep well, Sakura.” Itachi murmured before exiting behind Sasuke.


Sakura sat propped against the cold stone wall, knees bent, surveying the small crowd and tuning out the occasional whispers of the people crowded around her. She was getting worried, they all were. They had been locked in here for four days, with not so much as one word about the battle raging outside the shelter walls of the Hokage Monument. Sakura wished she was out there, fighting with her fellow shinobi, but knew in her heart that she would just be in the way. She twirled a lock of her shoulder-length pink hair around her finger over and over again. It was her nervous tic.

They waited another day. Then another. Then, on the seventh day, they came. Everyone froze and grasped for the people closest to them as they heard the resounding echo of the metal lock being opened, each wondering who would be standing on the other side of the door. Sakura quickly grabbed her kunai, as did Umino Iruka, each prepared to defend their charges. But nothing she could have done would have prepared Sakura for this moment. As the door swung open, there stood Uchiha Sasuke - her first love and her source of many sleepless nights over the past seven years. Apparently, she was not the only one struck dumb by his presence. Iruka stood there, shocked momentarily until his eyes landed on the dull hitai-ate with a large gash through it, declaring him a missing-nin of the Leaf. Iruka leapt into action, but his hesitation had been his folly. Sasuke had struck him down, three shuriken embedded deeply in his throat before the chunnin could even throw his kunai. Iruka made gurgling noises, blood erupting from his mouth as he labored to take his last breaths. Sakura screamed.

“Noooooo!” Sakura felt the tears fall for her fallen friend and comrade but could not take her eyes off of Sasuke even for a second, lest she receive the same fate. Sasuke stared at his ex-teammate with an appraising eye. His unassuming posture and arrogant smirk showed him to be unafraid of her and at ease with the situation. Sakura was many things, but one thing she was not was a fool. She couldn’t hope to beat Sasuke seven years ago, much less now. He radiated an unnatural amount of power.

“Please, Sasuke.” She caught his gaze. “Please leave the civilians out of this. This is not their battle.” She begged him, hating the sound of her voice.

“Very well.” She heard his voice for the first time in seven years, searching her memories and trying so very hard to remember the way he used to sound as a young boy. “Your life for theirs.” His voice was smooth and melodic. Not the way she expected it would sound. She nodded, feeling that if she had to sacrifice herself to save her charges, than at least she would not have completely failed in her mission. Sasuke’s smirk grew, sensing her doubt. “I give you my word.” He finished.

Sakura did not trust her voice not to waver, many realizations and emotions all taking root inside her mind. She simply nodded and slowly let her weapon to fall to the floor, allowing her gaze to lower to her slain comrade near her feet. She knelt beside him and gave him a kiss on his forehead, his body cooling rapidly. Her tears fell onto his handsome face. “I’m so sorry I failed you.” She whispered to his ear, knowing he could not hear, but hoping against a hope that he knew how she felt.

Sasuke pulled her up from the ground with no effort, his hand around her upper arm in the manner of a mother exerting control over her petulant child. He then addressed the group. “Your freedom has been bought. You are allowed to go. You will check out with my men at the entrance of the shelter. Everyone’s names will be taken. There will be a formal announcement tomorrow in front of the Hokage’s tower at noon. All villagers are required to be in attendance. All new rules and regulations will be addressed. I highly advise that you heed my warning and be there. That is all.” He said by way of dismissal.

Sasuke continued his hold on the pink-haired chunnin’s arm as he directed her towards the exit. “Stop.” He commanded. She froze in place; lowering her gaze to the ground as she felt the heat of his body close enough to warm her back. She vaguely heard the clinking of metal through her mental fog before he had secured her arms behind her back with the metal cuffs. “Haruno Sakura, you are now a prisoner of war.”

Sakura refused to shed any tears over her own predicament. It was her fault after all that she was in this position. She could have fought him, although she would have died in the process. But at least she would have died with her dignity. But she had chose to trade her dignity for the lives and safety of the villagers. “Hai.” She whispered. She spared nothing and no one a glance as she was led out into the streets of her beloved village. She didn’t want to see the carnage and destruction left in the wake of the war. Konoha had fallen. She would soon find out to whom.

Sakura studied the tall, weathered, stone wall surrounding the Uchiha compound. She had been here, inside these walls for six months. She had been granted access to any and all areas of the compound, which was around 25 acres… thank Kami for small favors! The matriarch of the new Uchiha clan would at least have those rights, prisoner or not. Sasuke had erected a barrier, much like the one Orochimaru had used when he had killed the Fourth Hokage, to surround the compound walls. There wasn’t a single chance that Sakura could escape, or that anyone could get in, for that matter. That was why Itachi conducted a lot of his duties as the new Hokage within these walls.

It was still so surreal, like a waking dream, even after all these months…

Uchiha Itachi, the new Hokage and Rokudaime.

Uchiha Sasuke, the Hokage’s apprentice.

And Sakura, what had she become?

Sasuke had surprised everyone when he had returned to Konoha in allegiance with Itachi. In the years since Sasuke had left to seek power from Orochimaru, many things had changed. Sasuke had succeeded in surpassing the forked-tongued Sannin, ultimately leading to his death. Sasuke had killed one of the most powerful and successful S-class criminals, thus gaining control of the small army that once had answered to the serpent lover. As with all power-hungry individuals, they immediately pledged their loyalty to Sasuke, eager to soak up any morsel of knowledge or power he might bestow them.

No one knew how it had come to be that Itachi and Sasuke had overcome their differences and joined together, but Sakura had her suspicions that Sasuke had finally bested Itachi in battle, or was on par with him at the very least. She had overheard them speaking one night while she was roaming the halls of Uchiha Manor one sleepless night two weeks ago. She stood stock-still beside the shoji door, listening…

*

“I always knew you had potential, Sasuke. That is why I chose you. You were the only one who held promise. You have made me very proud, ototo. I am honored to stand beside you and call you an equal.”

Sakura held her breath as she heard footsteps in side the room, wearing a pattern in the floor. She imagined that Itachi was pacing. She ignored the biting chill at her feet as she continued to listen in on their private conversation.

“And now, we are going to see our dream of rebuilding our clan come to fruition. A clan without restrictions will be able to evolve and go far. Our new clan will set an example for others to follow. We will endeavor to build a new village. There will be none that can stand against us.”

“Hai, thank you, niisan.” Sasuke spoke. “ Indeed, I am excited to witness the birth of our first heir. Sakura will be a good mother to our children. While her loyalty and love for me was a hindrance in the past, it will only serve us well now. Even after all this time, she is easy to bend to my will.”

“Indeed.”…

Even though the words were not spoken with malice or ill intent, the words cut Sakura very deeply. She did not bother to conceal her presence as she ran away from the sounds of their voices, holding her growing stomach as she fled. She had run nearly halfway across the distance of the Uchiha compound, only stopping because Itachi had caught her. She fought against his hold on her with all her might, swinging her arms and legs in protest. Her cries of protest could not be understood through the tears and sobs that wracked her petite frame. Itachi continued to hold her close, her back pressed against him, until her cries subsided considerably. ‘Shhhhh…’ Itachi pressed his lips next to her ear while his left arm held her fast by her shoulders, and his right arm held her on the underside of her rounding belly. His hand made small, comforting circles there.

“Do not be deceived by his words, Sakura. Sasuke is a proud man. He loves you more than you realize, more than he himself even realizes. He has spoke highly of you before, and indeed, there has been no other to grace his lips or his body.” Itachi whispered softly.

*

Sakura stared at the billowing clouds in the sky above, feeling the green grass cool her back and the hot sun warm her face. She imagined that this is the way Shikamaru must have felt each time he was cloud gazing. She wondered, not for the first time, what Shikamaru was doing. Was he alive, or dead? Was he a prisoner now, like her? And what of the rest of her fellow shinobi and kunoichi? And what of her students at the Academy? Her heart nearly broke as it had occurred to her that her students, and indeed all of the children at the Academy were learning to be shinobi under their fearsome new Hokage. They would undoubtedly be learning new values in a new system, and that scared her more than even her own fate. She only saw the man Itachi had portrayed in his home, but she had heard many things about how he conducted his… business…at work.

Sakura unconsciously rubbed her stomach as she thought. She did not know who had fathered the child she was carrying in her womb, and was likely to never know. Sasuke and Itachi were nearly carbon copies of each other. The only visible differences were the deep lines etched on Itachi’s face and his shoulder length hair. Even Sasuke’s Sharingan was always on, just like Itachi’s. But she did not dare ask Sasuke if he had the Mangekyou. Some questions were better left unanswered. Sakura could not dwell on these thoughts for too long, lest she risk losing her remaining sanity. She closed her eyes against the warm rays of the sun and prayed, as she did every day, that Naruto would return to Konoha one day and save them.

Sakura stood with a little difficulty, stretching her back to ease some of the muscular tension in her body. Her warmed body was now becoming hot and she was beginning to perspire. She told herself it was the intense heat, putting out of her mind the way that Sasuke and Itachi had made love to her that night she fled the manor after hearing Sasuke’s insensitive words. Sasuke did not say that he loved her with his voice, but he showed her with his lips, tongue, and body. That was the first time that both Itachi and Sasuke had made her come before they fell asleep that night, and the first time they had all shared a mutual bed.

She began to walk back to the cooling confines of the manor house, She waved shyly to the few people she had passed who had taken up residence in the servants quarters near the back of the compound. They waved from a distance, but did not interact or speak with her much. They were too afraid of their new Hokage and his brother. They tried to keep contact with her to a minimum …a prisoner…

Sakura felt the salty tears fall from her eyes as once more her hormones and her emotions had got the best of her once again. She constantly teetered on this invisible line between having some kind of misguided love and affection for both Sasuke and Itachi, and hatred towards herself for even having those feelings and thoughts for the two men who had ruined everything she had ever known about trust, loyalty, and yes, even love. They had even ruined the village that she, no… they had all grown up in.

She ran, blinded by her tears, until she reached her room, slamming the sliding shoji screen behind her. She sunk to the floor, her back against the door, muffling her sobs in her periwinkle yukata. She missed her friends. She missed her job, her students. With no one except Itachi and Sasuke to keep her company, she felt so alone. Her muffled cries slowly turned into gasping breaths, and then into soft hiccups. Between the pregnancy and her physical and mental strain, Sakura fell into a troubled sleep. And that is how Sasuke found her several hours later; slumped on the floor in front of her bedroom door, dried tearstains on her beautiful face.


End Chapter 1

A.N. I know that it’s weird… but hey. I write what comes to me. As stated before, if I get enough of a responds I’ll consider making it something more. If not, you can probably expect another chapter like this one to end it. So cast your vote!!