Storm

"Where did this rain come from..." Sakura whispered as she huddled in a nook made by the roots of a tree. It wasn't even close to being dry, but nothing was; the sky had opened up so suddenly that when team seven had darted to find cover they had all rushed in opposite directions without meaning to.

Lightning flashed and almost instantly thunder rumbled across the sky, so close that it shook the earth beneat Sakura's feet. She curled tighter, pressing palms to her ears and squeezing her eyes shut. "Sasuke...come find me..." she whimpered as another crash of thunder exploded in her ears. "Sasuke..."

Night had fallen, and it was raining so hard that even if she had looked up she wouldn't have been able to see much past the reach of the tree's lower boughs. But with her face buried against her knees she couldn't see the form that swept past her; only her small size among the tree roots kept her from being noticed. The figure was almost past the wall of water outside the tree's protection when another flash of lightning lit the sky, throwing his black-and-red cloak into sharp relief against his pale blue skin. The thunder rolled in and Sakura bit back a scream, but her whimper was enough to make the man turn back to her.

The pouring rain covered the sound of his footsteps as he walked back toward her, and her hidden eyes kept her from seeing him as he looked down on her. Her clothes were completely soaked through and stuck to her skin; she was shivering and her bare feet were covered in mud.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Kisame's lips pulled back in a grin to reveal white fangs. Sakura's head snapped up and her eyes went wide; before she could so much as squeak he was kneeling before her with one hand across her mouth and slamming her head against the tree. Her hands came up to try to pull his away, but his fingers were digging into her cheeks and she only succeeded in scraping her hands raw on his rough skin. "Out all alone, little one?" A sound of fear, muffled by his hand, escaped her as she tried to squirm free and he grinned wider. "You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?"

His free hand trailed through her hair, pulling a pink lock free and twirling it around his finger. Sakura's eyes went wider and Kisame snapped his hand away with a sound of pain. She started to leap up but his other hand grabbed her arm, circling her bicep with large fingers and pulling her back down as he examined his hand. A trickle of violet blood was flowing from the deep bitemark between his thumb and first finger; he brought the wound to his lips and flicked out a blue tongue to catch a droplet of it.

"Feisty," he chuckled.

"SASUKE!!!!!!!" Sakura screamed at the top of her lungs, and was answered with a crack of thunder.

"Scream again," he leaned toward her and she struggled harder, but he held her tight and whispered in her ear, "No one can hear you."

She bit her lip, unwilling to indulge him, and narrowed her eyes as she focused her chakra into her free hand. In a flash she'd swung it around, but he blocked it easily with the palm of his bleeding hand. Her eyes went wide as she dropped her fist and he drew Samehada from its place on his back, laying it beside them.

"No tricks, now," he laughed softly. He suddenly slammed her against the tree, lips pressing tight to hers as she tried to struggle away; his hands released her to open his cloak and pull her closer to him.

He caught both her hands easily in one of his, his other hand coming down to tear her dress down the middle instead of pulling the zip. His hand trailed over the exposed skin of her torso and abdomen, rain making it shine in the darkness as she shivered from cold and fear. She tried to kick him but he shifted closer to her; she screamed again but he only grinned wider, baring his fangs as he forced her hips tight agaist his. She could feel him through his pants and knew what was coming; she flailed against him as reason gave way to panic.

His breathing came heavier as she fought to get away and a wild look was in his eyes, as if all her struggling only aroused him more. "Yes...yessss..." he hissed, leaning in to kiss her violently again, fangs cutting her lips as he devoured her. His free hand trailed down her body and he pulled away slightly to pull her shorts down; but rather than slip them down her legs he tore them away from her body. She screamed again as he slipped two fingers inside her, a demented grin on his face as she tried to writhe away. A moment later his pants were open and he was at her entrance, seeming too large to possibly fit; he leaned in to whisper "Scream for me," in her ear and she obliged as he thrust into her, tears coursing down her cheeks. "Yesssss..."

She tried to think of any way to escape; Samehada was eating away at her chakra and too large to move, Kisame had taken her weapons when he tore her clothes away. His cloak slipped off his back as he thrust into her, tangling about her legs and baring his torso. She didn't bother trying to stop the cries that escaped her lips every time he pushed into her; pain mixed with guilty pleasure of her betraying body. His skin was rough against her smooth, leaving marks wherever they touched and scraping her hips raw until blood flowed; his large hands roved over her body and held her in place every time she managed to move an inch away. She writhed as her body became used to the intrusion, refusing to believe she was feeling anything but pain but feeling pleasure nonetheless. One hand fondled her breast as he leaned in to kiss her again; he moaned softly into her mouth as he tasted the blood his fangs had drawn. His other arm wrapped tight around her waist as he thrust harder into her, upper body pulling away from hers enough to tilt down and watch himself slide in and out of her. She screamed again, her voice breaking with each thrust into her, eyes squeezed shut to try to block out the terror that was happening to her and the disgust at the thought of any enjoyment coming from it.

Then she felt him coming inside her, pleasure overcoming pain and she felt her body tensing along with his; every time he shifted the smallest amount another shock of pleasure went through her system until she fell limp against the tree, sobbing. She didn't realize he'd buried his fangs into the soft skin of her shoulder until she felt him pull away and flick his tongue over the freely-bleeding wound. A small sigh of contentment passed his lips as he pressed them to the torn skin, drawing more blood out. He didn't pull away for several minutes, hips gently rocking against hers as he cleaned her shoulder of every drop of blood.

Finally he pulled away from her, his softened penis slipping from inside her with a small wet noise. He kissed her violently again as he crouched over her, one hand clutching her chin, but she didn't struggle or respond in any way as his tongue thrust into her mouth to find every drop of blood still there. When he released her and stood he continued to stare down at her as he closed his pants. The rain was still falling, but not nearly so heavily as before; just enough to make his skin glimmer in the dim light.

"You've a beautiful scream," he grinned as he turned away, looking over his shoulder at her, "And I'll hear it again, someday." Then he turned away from her, sighing deeply and holding his arms out to greet the rain that fell on his bared torso.

"Don't you ever laugh when a hearse goes by
for you may be the next to die.
They wrap you up in a big black box
and cover you in dirt and rocks;
all goes well for about a week
and then the coffin begins to leak."

He reached down to pull his cloak back on without looking at her, lifting Samehada to its place on his back as he continued te grisly song.

"The worms crawl in
the worms crawl out,
the worms play pinochle on your snout,
and one big green worm with rolling eyes
crawls in your stomach and out your eyes."

She curled in on herself and shivered as he walked from under the tree and disappeared into the rain, still singing to himself.

"Your stomach turns all slimy green
and pus pours out like whipping cream;
you spread it on a slice of bread
and that's what you eat when you are dead."

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She didn't know how long she laid there for; it could've been minutes, hours, or days. The rain had faded to a fine mist by the time she heard her name gasped and a shadow fell over her. What a sight I must be, she thought to herself. My clothes are shredded, my shoulder torn open, bruises and scrapes and mud all over my body...

One of the shadows was shaking her gently with warm hands as it said breathlessly, "Sakurachan, just hold on--"

"Shit, she's freezing--" Strong, thin hands wrapped her in a soft blanket as the warm ones disappeared.

"Sakura," a much calmer shadow said quietly, kneeling next to her and brushing clumped hair away from her face. "Can you tell us what happened?"

The strong hands lifted her up, the warm ones holding her hands tightly. She flopped her head toward the calm shadow and smiled slightly. "Don't you ever laugh when a hearse goes by, for you may be the next to die..."

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I don't want to hear anything about 'how can you write stuff like this!' All I like about this story is the writing itself, not the story; I wrote it for a friend and I DEFINITELY don't agree with anything having to do with rape.