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Sweet Addiction
Date: July 16, 2009
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language, adult situations
Type: Multi-Chapter (WIP)
Word Count: 4,317 words (not including the author notes)
Date Submitted: 07/27/09
Sweet Addiction
Authored By: Stab My Sanity
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Chapter I
“Hey guys!”
“What do you think Takatsuki-sensei is going to make us do today? He has such a strange…”
She shut out the rest of the sounds and refocused her attention onto the task. She walked slowly past the lockers of the school’s hallway, a strap of her walnut-brown knapsack hanging loosely on her left shoulder and her books tucked into the crevice of her right arm. Today was her first day to Mochizuki Preparatory Academy and so far, she was having trouble finding her Homeroom class and lugging around all of her heavy books. Why couldn’t this school be like her old one and let her go to her locker after every period ended?
Unexpectedly, a pair of hands pushed her to the side. She dropped her books to the floor as a result. Looking down at the spilt books by her feet, a scowl pulled at her lips before resting on her haunches and picking up her belongings one by one. She was hoping that no one would notice her embarrassing moment…Damn it! She felt her cheeks flush lightly when she heard the low giggles from the other students.
“Damn idiotic kids. How the fuck is dropping your books on the ground fucking funny?” she grumbled under her breath.
“Do you need any help or should I try avoiding you, ne?” a voice asked. She looked up to meet a pair of kind hazel eyes. Curly brown hair fell down to her shoulders and she had an air of confidence to her persona. She was dressed in Mochizuki Preparatory Academy’s simple uniform, consisting of a white button up shirt, a gray bolero jacket with three buttons that cut two inches below her breasts and a red plaid skirt that only went mid-thigh. To top it all off, on her feet were white bobby socks and a pair of standard penny loathers.
She gave the girl a sheepish smile and chuckled lightly. “Um, yeah I sure could use that help. Thanks,” she said. The girl smiled as she knelt down to grab each of her books. With everything picked up, the pair rose to their feet.
“So I'm assuming that you're the new kid that I've been hearing about, huh?” the dark haired girl asked.
She nodded and grinned widely. “Yep! I sure am!”
“Okay, so did you find your locker?”
She nodded again. “Yep.”
“So where were you going with all of these books?” she pointed a manicured finger at the heavy books in her hands. She shifted them slightly so that they would rest more comfortably in her arms. “You know, we do have small breaks between our classes. You don’t need all this.” So this school did allow you to go to your lockers more often, she mused.
She gave the dark haired girl another dazzlingly grin. “Oh I didn’t know that. Thanks. Um, what's your name?”
She smiled and gave a quick curtsey as she spoke. “Nagasaki Ten-Ten, Student Council President at your service.”
“Haruno Sakura. It’s nice to meet you.” She returned the curtsey.
Ten-Ten tilted her head to the side innocently before smiling her ever charming smile and linking her arm with Sakura's. “Ano, it’s nice meeting you too Haruno-san, please don’t ask about the honorific suffix. I'm President, remember? It’s practically mandatory,” she giggled. “Plus anyway, you're cute so I definitely want to make sure I give you a special suffix.” The poor girl’s cheeks colored darkly at the compliment. “Now shall we get back to your locker so I can help you find your class before I have to report back to Tsunade-sempai?” she giggled once more and patted Sakura's hand when she seen the confused look on her face. “I could tell you didn’t know where your class was by the way you were looking around like a lost puppy. How cute. Now come on.”
“Um, sure,” Sakura said as she walked down the thinning hall with the brunette at her side.
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Mitarashi Anko felt a vein twitching dangerously in her head as her sophomore class continued to talk loudly. She already asked nicely numerous times and you can see that that wasn’t getting her anywhere. Now fed up with them, she slammed her hand down onto the desk. “I will have order in my classroom THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!!” she screamed. The class immediately quieted down and turned their undivided attention to their frightening teacher.
She smirked as she straightened herself out. “Okay, now that I finally have your attention--” there was a knock at the door. Anko growled lowly under her breath as she moved to the door. Whoever dared to interrupt her just when she finally got them to shut up was definitely going to get it. She snatched it open with a look that could kill. “What do you want? I'm in the middle of teaching these ungrateful kids of mine!”
A chorus of “Hey!” was heard from inside the classroom and Kin quickly turned her deathly glare on them, quickly shutting them up. She back to the interrupter. Sakura just raised a blond brow before handing over a note. Anko took it and read over the contents. She then scoffed and move to the side to allow her to enter. The class watched with curious eyes as Sakura stepped into the room. Her eyes quickly scanned over the room but she said nothing. Anko moved beside her.
“Okay you maggots, I have just recently learned that we will be having a new student joining us. She just moved here from Tokyo so she doesn’t know much about Konoha. So I want you to welcome her, okay?”
“Yes Mitarashi-sensei,” the class replied in unison.
“Now that’s settled,” she turned to Sakura and smirked, “you can go ahead and introduce yourself.” Sakura nodded and grinned.
“The name’s Haruno Sakura, it’s nice to meet you all. Any who, I'm fifteen and you guys already know I just moved here from Tokyo so that was useless information. Anyway, it’s nice meeting you all.” She finished with a curtsey.
“Now Haruno-san, can you please take a seat in the back next to Sakagamino-san?” Kin said, pointing towards an empty seat next to a girl with dark colored eyes and long fiery red hair that reached the tip of her shoulders. Her pink lips curved into a small smile and she raised her hand half-heartedly from her desk.
Sakura nodded and quickly made her way to the empty seat. Once there, she shrugged her backpack off her shoulder and dropped it onto the floor before lowering herself into the plastic seat. “Hello Sakura-san. My name is Tayuya.” The redhead said softly.
Sakura grinned. “Hey Tayuya, it’s nice to meet you and I would love to talk some more with you, but,” her eyes quickly glanced over to Anko who was busy writing something on the Smart Board, “Mitarashi-sensei gives me the creeps so I guess we’ll have to catch up later, ne?”
Tayuya blushed lightly and nodded “Sure. That’ll be fine.”
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As Sakura tied her gym shoes, she caught a glimpse of someone walking by her row of lockers. She sat up and looked to see three girls standing in front of her. She noted that one of the girls had dark hair with a hint of indigo and white-lavender eyes that were lined heavily with black eyeliner and pale skin. She wore her dark hair in a pixie style and was dressed in a white tank and dark shorts with white trimming. Beside her was two girls, one with deep auburn hair in two braided pigtails and dark eyes and the other with long, dark brown in a single pony and chocolate brown eyes.
Sakura blinked in mild confusion at the tension she was feeling emitting from the group. What was up with them? Did she do something wrong? She stood up from the bench and found that she was an inch or two shorter than the dark haired girl.
“Um, can I help you with something?” she asked in confusion.
“I need to establish a few things with you.” The dark haired girl said in a dead tone. Inner Sakura gulped. She definitely knew something was about to happen and she wasn’t liking it one bit.
“What do we need to establish?” she asked hesitantly.
Her white-lavender eyes quickly glanced over Sakura and a fake smile soon spread across her lips. “You're in my area freak, and I want you to move your shit out of it.”
That’s it? That’s all she wanted from her? Sakura couldn’t believe it. This…this conceited bitch actually thought that she could order Sakura out of a spot that the teacher had given her. The bitch definitely lost her mind somewhere downs the yellow brick road to dumb ass land.
She twisted her lips into a frown and snorted. “No,” she said simply.
“If you won't move it, then I will.” To show she was serious, she grabbed a few of Sakura's belongings and threw them to the side. She made to grab for more, but Sakura gripped her wrist, turning angry emerald eyes to her pale.
“This is my locker and don’t you dare touch any of my belongings again, understood you conceited bitch?” Sakura all but snarled.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me clearly you fucking freak!” she sneered. Suddenly, pale hands clutched the front of Sakura's white tee. Her back slammed into the lockers, causing the locks to jingle loudly. She put her mouth next to Sakura's ear and whispered very quietly, “I will only say this once. I do not – she empathized the two words with a slam of Sakura's body into the lockers – want you anywhere near this locker area, got it?” Sakura growled and went to retort, but the dark haired girl wasn’t done yet. Her hand suddenly shot up to the fair column of flesh and Sakura gave a startled gasp from the quick movement. “And if you ever raise your voice to me again, I will personally make sure that the rest of your high school career is HELL, do you understand me, you little fucker?”
Sakura felt her lips curl into a smirk. “Fuck. You.” The dark haired girl growled before sending a hard fist into Sakura's stomach. She groaned, coughing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Don’t cross me ever again freak.” She said harshly before dropping Sakura to the floor.
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That stupid, conceited, self-centered bitch! Sakura thought miserably as she twiddled her fork through her mashed potatoes. She groaned as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen and she curled her left arm around her middle. Suddenly she heard a lunch tray slam down onto the table and she unconsciously jumped at the surprising movement. She was so caught up in her little world. She glanced up briefly to see the redhead from Anko's class. What was her name again? Ta-ta? No, that couldn’t be it. Tayuya? Yes, that’s the name; Tayuya.
“—scare you Sakura-san,” Tayuya chuckled as she took a seat beside the pink headed blond. Sakura blinked out of her momentary lapse of concentration and gave the redhead a weak smile before sighing heavily and resting her head in the cavern of her folded arms. Man, was her stomach hurting! She definitely would have to make sure that she remember what that bitch and her little lackeys looked like so she could kick their asses.
“Are you okay Sakura-san? You haven’t touched your food.”
“Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry, that’s all.” Sakura tried to say cheekily. She was hoping that Tayuya couldn’t see through her disguise. Yes! It worked! Tayuya just smiled softly before pressing a hand to Sakura's forehead. Sakura felt her cheeks flush a bright pink from the softness against her forehead.
“You don’t have a fever, so that’s good.” Tayuya said with a smile. She pulled her hand away from her forehead and Sakura mentally sighed in relief.
“Yeah, I guess that is good. So Tayuya, would you like my lunch? I don’t really like wasting food if I don’t have to,” she said with a half-hearted grin. Seeing her nod her head slightly, Sakura pushed the tray over to her.
“Thank you Sakura-san.”
“No problem and please, just call me Sakura. Suffixes gets on my nerves,” she grinned.
“Okay…Sakura.” She grinned again.
“What a line. Just for a piece of turkey and some mashed potatoes.” And there goes my peace of mind. Tayuya sighed and looked up, causing Sakura to do the same, though all she did was shift her head to the side on her arms. They watched as a boy with shaggy brown hair and dark colored eyes made their way to their table. He stopped shortly at the table, his dark eyes narrowed disgustingly at Tayuya. She returned the glare tenfold.
“Um…” Tayuya and the brunet tore their eyes away from each other to stare at Sakura who was now leaning on her elbow, looking between the two with much confusion on her face. “Who are you?”
The brunet looked Sakura over before a lustful smirk came to his face. Turning away from Tayuya, he placed his bent elbow on the table in front of Sakura and rested his chin in his open palm, dark eyes twinkling with lust and a dazzlingly smile that spoke of his true intentions. “Well, hello pretty lady. My, why haven’t I seen anyone as beautiful as you around here before?”
“That’s because she’s new, dick head,” Tayuya said, disdain dripping from her voice. She turned her eyes back to Sakura and said in a much gentler and softer voice, “Sakura, it is with my great dislike that you meet the biggest dick head to ever walk this Earth, Inuzuka Kiba.”
“How rude of you Tayuya, you couldn’t introduce this pretty girl to me?” Kiba mocked.
“That’s because I don’t fucking like you, dumb ass. You're nothing but a no good cheater. I don’t even know what Ten-Ten sees in you. All you ever do is hurt her and I'm tired of seeing her getting hurt by your stupid actions,” Tayuya gritted out.
“Whatever Tayuya; just tell me where Ten-Ten is and I’ll be on my merry way.”
“She’s in a meeting, which reminds me, shouldn’t you be there too.” I mean, you are Class Treasurer.” Tayuya mocked. She seen the twitch of his right eyes and knew that she had hit a sore spot. Kiba had wanted the position of being President, if not President at least Vice-President because he loved being in control of everything. But no, he wasn’t awarded either positions. Instead his girlfriend Ten-Ten won the position as President and some boy named Hyuuga Neji won the position as Vice-President. How did the prick who never spoke to anyone got the job, she’ll never know, all Tayuya knew was that he was furious – no, scratch that, livid – that he only got Treasurer, which in his book was nothing at all.
“Thank you very much for the information, Tayuya,” he gritted out. He turned back to Sakura with a sexy – like he knows what fucking sexy is, Tayuya mused to herself – smile and took her hand into his. “It was nice meeting you Sakura-san. I hope to see your lovely face again real soon.” Sakura’s cheeks flushed when she felt his lips on her hand and she stayed frozen even as Tayuya shouted at him for ‘flirting with girls when he knows damn well he’s in a committed relationship with her best friend’.
“I fucking hate his damn guts, that no good cheating bastard. I don’t even know what the fuck Ten-Ten sees in his bastard-y self,” Tayuya muttered. She resumed to eating her lunch, now in bitterness. Sakura just continued staring at the spot Kiba was once standing in, her cheeks still tinged a bright red.
Wow, she definitely wasn’t expecting that.
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Pushing open her house door, Sakura stepped inside and closed the door. Removing her school shoes and leaving them by the door, she made her way to her bedroom. The school day went by much too slowly for her taste and she had wanted nothing more than to return home to the comfort of her bedroom.
Away from the world.
Away from the reality she had to live each and every day.
Closing the door behind her, Sakura threw her bag to the side and switched on her stereo to her favorite song, Numb by Linkin Park. After hearing the first part of the lyrics softly sing out the speakers, Sakura proceeded to remove her uniform. She unbuttoned the bolero jacket and tossed it to the side. She then unbuttoned her white collared shirt and threw it to the side of her room. As she bend over to remove her skirt, she hissed when a quick pain shot through her left side; she instinctively grabbed at the pain clothed area. She grimaced at the wetness of the bandages that her hand was on. She pulled open her drawer to retrieve antiseptic creams, and clean bandage wraps.
She sat down on the edge of her bed and began to remove the dirty bandages from around her middle. As the bloody red bandages were pulled away from her body, red and purple bruises began to throb in hideous pain from the bandages being pulled away. Sakura bit into her lower lip continuously as she pulled the bandages away, a few tears sneaking their way past her screwed shut eyelids. Even though she could never tell a soul where she received the bruises from, she wished she could – it would take so much pressure off her mind.
Her uncle, Agatsuma Jiraiya was a man who greatly – and I mean greatly – disliked women. He believed that women were beneath him and were no more then sex slaves or just plain trash. Hell, he even thought his own sister, Agatsuma Kun-Loon was beneath him. It definitely didn’t make it any better for herself when she revealed that, after she had given birth to Sakura and broken things off with her then boyfriend, Takishima Arashi, she was a lesbian and already was in a committed relationship with a lovely young lady of a wealthy family.
To make the story short, her lesbian parents and biological father were dead and Haruno-Takishima Sakura was left into the care of her uncle. Since living with her uncle, she was beaten periodically.
All just because she was a girl.
Once she was done with nursing her bruises, she made to put away the first-aid items and then slipped on a loose fitting t-shirt. She flopped back onto her bed and rolled onto her left side, tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes. She placed a hand to her left arm and lightly traced the multiple scars that she had inflicted on herself over the past few years since she been living with her uncle. Her eyes glanced up to her nightstand where two photos sat.
One photo was of her mothers and her father. She was sitting on her father’s shoulders, a wide grin on her face. Her mothers stood on either side of her father and their respective arms were wrapped around his waist. They laid their heads on either of his shoulders and had huge grins on their faces. When she glanced over to the other photo, she snapped. Tears fell down her cheeks and she fell back onto her bed, burying her head into the pillow to keep her loud sobs muffled.
The photo was of her parents’ funerals with Sakura standing to the side, tears falling down her cheeks and Jiraiya standing beside her, a hand on her trembling shoulder and an evil smirk on his face. That day, her innocence was destroyed.
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Sakura parted her eyelids weakly and was startled when she seen nothing but darkness surrounding her. How long was she asleep? Pushing herself up onto her elbow, she reached over, grabbed her alarm clock and peered at the red digital numbers through half-focused eyes.
0700.
She sighed and forced herself into a sitting position. She rubbed sleepily at her eyes and yawned softly. Her skull felt like it had been stepped on repeatedly by cleats with metal prongs and the rest of her body wasn’t faring any better. Still half-coherent, Sakura slumped out of bed and went down the stairs.
In the kitchen, Sakura slipped the light on. She walked over to the cabinets and clattered through, pulling pots and pans out as she went.
“Sakura-nee-san, I'm hungry.” Sakura swiveled her head to the left and the corners of her lips quirked up into a smile when she seen her cousin, Takishima Inari, standing behind her in his Spongebob © pajamas. He was holding a stuffed tiger in his hands and was rubbing sleepily at his right eye with the other. Sakura smiled and turned to face her cousin, holding open her arms. Inari smiled and ran into them, encircling Sakura with his own arms. “Sakura-nee-san, I'm hungry.” He repeated.
Sakura laughed and pressed a quick kiss to Inari's nose. “Dinner will be ready soon Inari, so just sit tight, okay?” Inari giggled and gave Sakura a sweet and innocent peck on her lips. Pulling his stuffed leopard up to eye level with Sakura, he pushed the leopard’s head close to her forehead as if it was giving her a kiss too. Sakura smiled and placed him in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “Now Inari, did you shower before putting on your pajamas?”
“Yes Sakura-nee-san,” Inari replied. He yawned and rubbed sleepily at his eyes, “but I fell to sleep.”
Sakura chuckled and ruffled his dark hair affectionately. “Don’t feel so bad about it, Inari. I did also,” she admitted, fixing the plates of food. The dinner she had prepared was spaghetti with a slice of garlic bread. She placed Inari's plate in front of him and placed her plate across from his. Sakura moved back to the sink and began to wash the morning dishes left behind by her uncle.
“Hey Sakura-nee-san, can you help me with my homework?” Inari asked after swallowing his food.
“Sure Inari I’ll help you. Just give me a few minutes to finish the dishes and I’ll be right there, okay?” Inari nodded and went back to eating his dinner. Sakura smiled and went back to finishing the chores before her uncle was due back home.
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**Mommy!!! Daddy!!!**
**Who can love someone like you? You're nothing but a disgusting piece of filth, Sakura.**
Sakura jumped out of her sleep, harsh, ragged breaths leaving and entering her lungs at a rapid pace. Sweat had her plastered to her sheets and she could feel her heart beating ferociously against her throat. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes as she slammed the palms of her hands to her ears.
**Sakura, I want you to know that your mommies and daddy will always love you…**
Lies, lies, all of them were lies. They didn’t love her. How could they? She was the stain on the family’s once good reputation. She was an abomination. No one could love a abomination like her.
“Sakura.” A sniffle.
Sakura snapped out of whatever little world she had put herself in and leaned over onto her side to switch on her nightstand lamp. She settled back onto her bed and looked worriedly to her cousin. “Inari, what's wrong?” she whispered softly. Inari sniffled and shook his head wildly.
“I'm sorry Sakura-nee-san!” he sobbed hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t want Daddy to find out!” his sobs started to grow in volume. Sakura sat up and, not wanting her baby cousin to cry over something so frivolous as wetting the bed (especially since kids his age –especially boys – were prone to bedwetting) or awakening Jiraiya, pulled him onto the bed and into her arms. Inari's cries were muffled into Sakura's collarbone as he sobbed into his older cousin’s skin.
“Shhh…Inari, don’t cry. Jiraiya-Jii-sama isn’t going to find out,” Sakura said reassuringly. She pulled his head away from her neck and cupped his wet cheeks. “Stop crying baby. I'm not mad at you so be glad for that,” she said softly, the pad of her thumb wiping at the tears that were falling. Inari nodded. “Now I want you to calm down and rest, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Inari nodded and crawled under the sheets. Sakura smiled her approval and then tiptoed out of the room. When she entered his bedroom, she worked quickly to remove the soiled sheets and changed them, hiding the dirty ones in the harbor for cleaning. She definitely didn’t want her uncle finding out about her cousin wetting the bed. The last time he did that…let’s just say that he had to stay in his room for a couple of days in order to let the wounds heal and so no one would question about the bruises. Sakura hated her uncle for what he would do to his own son. Son…you would think that being a boy along would have been enough to save him from this treatment.
Oh no, it surely didn’t because guess what Jiraiya’s new reason was for treating his own – mind you – like he was common trash? Because Inari looked up to Sakura and refused to treat her the way his father was treating her, it was his punishment to be treated the same, just like a woman.
Talk about fucked up in the head.
Since Sakura seen it as her fault for Inari's punishment – Inari never blamed her for his father’s stupidity – she made sure that she would do whatever it is that she has to do to make sure that Inari would never fall under his father’s abuse ever again.
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To Be Continued
A/N: This is probably going to be the longest Author’s Notes, sorry, but I just want to get some things out. This is obviously going to be a Abused!Sakura or anyone story. Not very original, I know, but I had this idea for quite some time now and I've been wanting to get it out. I have read a lot of stories with one of the characters abused, mainly either Naruto or Sasuke and the two that really stick out to me (or the ones that I actually remember without trying to look them back up again) are Arra-Frost’s Concrete Naruto and Too Young for This (I wish I could remember the writer’s name correctly. I don’t want to write the wrong one). This will, hopefully, be different from those, but we’ll see.
As a warning to everyone, there will be some psychological disorders working in this story that probably won't happen until a few chapters later. Right now, she does have some sort of psychological problems going on now, but it’s not as severe as I would have liked it. I didn’t think it would be very realistic to have it very severe to the point that it disables her or anything at this point. Also don’t expect this story to just focus on the abuse. For the next few chapters it will kind of but after this chapter, it will focus on the development of her relationship with Sasuke. Yes, this is going to be a Sasuke x Sakura story, but it’s not going to happen willy-nilly, mostly because I'm still trying to work out of my dislike for the pairing. There will be other pairings that are evident (like Ten-Ten x Kiba) and some that are just obvious but the story won't focus on them mainly. They're just there for the plot of the story. I hope this is making sense to you guys because so far //chuckles// it’s not making much sense in writing but is in my head.
Any who, how was this chapter? Did you guys liked it? As you can see, I brought a couple of characters back that were either killed off – Tayuya – or you only seen them once – Inari – into my story because I didn’t want to JUST use the Rookie Nine and think up OC’s. Instead, I searched over the internet to find a complete list of Naruto characters and chose ones that I wanted to use or thought would fit perfectly. Don’t worry, you are going to see the Rookie Nine, but a lot of them won't be seen until later into the story so don’t worry about not seeing your favorite ones, okay? As for the last thing to see, everyone is either sophomores or juniors in high school and are between the ages of fifteen and sixteen. Some may be even be seventeen but I highly doubt it. So please leave me a review and let me know what you thought about this chapter.
See you guys next time!
Next Chapter Preview: “You stupid bastard. All I was trying to do was be fucking nice to your stuck-up ass, but NO! You can't just accept a fucking invitation; you have to go and make sure that you're a fucking idiot and crush all niceness under your fucking feet. You know what, FUCK YOU!”
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Naruto © Masashi Kishimoto
Sweet Addiction. All Rights Reserved © Stab My Sanity 2009
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, language, adult situations
Type: Multi-Chapter (WIP)
Word Count: 4,317 words (not including the author notes)
Date Submitted: 07/27/09
Sweet Addiction
Authored By: Stab My Sanity
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Chapter I
“Hey guys!”
“What do you think Takatsuki-sensei is going to make us do today? He has such a strange…”
She shut out the rest of the sounds and refocused her attention onto the task. She walked slowly past the lockers of the school’s hallway, a strap of her walnut-brown knapsack hanging loosely on her left shoulder and her books tucked into the crevice of her right arm. Today was her first day to Mochizuki Preparatory Academy and so far, she was having trouble finding her Homeroom class and lugging around all of her heavy books. Why couldn’t this school be like her old one and let her go to her locker after every period ended?
Unexpectedly, a pair of hands pushed her to the side. She dropped her books to the floor as a result. Looking down at the spilt books by her feet, a scowl pulled at her lips before resting on her haunches and picking up her belongings one by one. She was hoping that no one would notice her embarrassing moment…Damn it! She felt her cheeks flush lightly when she heard the low giggles from the other students.
“Damn idiotic kids. How the fuck is dropping your books on the ground fucking funny?” she grumbled under her breath.
“Do you need any help or should I try avoiding you, ne?” a voice asked. She looked up to meet a pair of kind hazel eyes. Curly brown hair fell down to her shoulders and she had an air of confidence to her persona. She was dressed in Mochizuki Preparatory Academy’s simple uniform, consisting of a white button up shirt, a gray bolero jacket with three buttons that cut two inches below her breasts and a red plaid skirt that only went mid-thigh. To top it all off, on her feet were white bobby socks and a pair of standard penny loathers.
She gave the girl a sheepish smile and chuckled lightly. “Um, yeah I sure could use that help. Thanks,” she said. The girl smiled as she knelt down to grab each of her books. With everything picked up, the pair rose to their feet.
“So I'm assuming that you're the new kid that I've been hearing about, huh?” the dark haired girl asked.
She nodded and grinned widely. “Yep! I sure am!”
“Okay, so did you find your locker?”
She nodded again. “Yep.”
“So where were you going with all of these books?” she pointed a manicured finger at the heavy books in her hands. She shifted them slightly so that they would rest more comfortably in her arms. “You know, we do have small breaks between our classes. You don’t need all this.” So this school did allow you to go to your lockers more often, she mused.
She gave the dark haired girl another dazzlingly grin. “Oh I didn’t know that. Thanks. Um, what's your name?”
She smiled and gave a quick curtsey as she spoke. “Nagasaki Ten-Ten, Student Council President at your service.”
“Haruno Sakura. It’s nice to meet you.” She returned the curtsey.
Ten-Ten tilted her head to the side innocently before smiling her ever charming smile and linking her arm with Sakura's. “Ano, it’s nice meeting you too Haruno-san, please don’t ask about the honorific suffix. I'm President, remember? It’s practically mandatory,” she giggled. “Plus anyway, you're cute so I definitely want to make sure I give you a special suffix.” The poor girl’s cheeks colored darkly at the compliment. “Now shall we get back to your locker so I can help you find your class before I have to report back to Tsunade-sempai?” she giggled once more and patted Sakura's hand when she seen the confused look on her face. “I could tell you didn’t know where your class was by the way you were looking around like a lost puppy. How cute. Now come on.”
“Um, sure,” Sakura said as she walked down the thinning hall with the brunette at her side.
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Mitarashi Anko felt a vein twitching dangerously in her head as her sophomore class continued to talk loudly. She already asked nicely numerous times and you can see that that wasn’t getting her anywhere. Now fed up with them, she slammed her hand down onto the desk. “I will have order in my classroom THIS FUCKING INSTANT!!!” she screamed. The class immediately quieted down and turned their undivided attention to their frightening teacher.
She smirked as she straightened herself out. “Okay, now that I finally have your attention--” there was a knock at the door. Anko growled lowly under her breath as she moved to the door. Whoever dared to interrupt her just when she finally got them to shut up was definitely going to get it. She snatched it open with a look that could kill. “What do you want? I'm in the middle of teaching these ungrateful kids of mine!”
A chorus of “Hey!” was heard from inside the classroom and Kin quickly turned her deathly glare on them, quickly shutting them up. She back to the interrupter. Sakura just raised a blond brow before handing over a note. Anko took it and read over the contents. She then scoffed and move to the side to allow her to enter. The class watched with curious eyes as Sakura stepped into the room. Her eyes quickly scanned over the room but she said nothing. Anko moved beside her.
“Okay you maggots, I have just recently learned that we will be having a new student joining us. She just moved here from Tokyo so she doesn’t know much about Konoha. So I want you to welcome her, okay?”
“Yes Mitarashi-sensei,” the class replied in unison.
“Now that’s settled,” she turned to Sakura and smirked, “you can go ahead and introduce yourself.” Sakura nodded and grinned.
“The name’s Haruno Sakura, it’s nice to meet you all. Any who, I'm fifteen and you guys already know I just moved here from Tokyo so that was useless information. Anyway, it’s nice meeting you all.” She finished with a curtsey.
“Now Haruno-san, can you please take a seat in the back next to Sakagamino-san?” Kin said, pointing towards an empty seat next to a girl with dark colored eyes and long fiery red hair that reached the tip of her shoulders. Her pink lips curved into a small smile and she raised her hand half-heartedly from her desk.
Sakura nodded and quickly made her way to the empty seat. Once there, she shrugged her backpack off her shoulder and dropped it onto the floor before lowering herself into the plastic seat. “Hello Sakura-san. My name is Tayuya.” The redhead said softly.
Sakura grinned. “Hey Tayuya, it’s nice to meet you and I would love to talk some more with you, but,” her eyes quickly glanced over to Anko who was busy writing something on the Smart Board, “Mitarashi-sensei gives me the creeps so I guess we’ll have to catch up later, ne?”
Tayuya blushed lightly and nodded “Sure. That’ll be fine.”
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As Sakura tied her gym shoes, she caught a glimpse of someone walking by her row of lockers. She sat up and looked to see three girls standing in front of her. She noted that one of the girls had dark hair with a hint of indigo and white-lavender eyes that were lined heavily with black eyeliner and pale skin. She wore her dark hair in a pixie style and was dressed in a white tank and dark shorts with white trimming. Beside her was two girls, one with deep auburn hair in two braided pigtails and dark eyes and the other with long, dark brown in a single pony and chocolate brown eyes.
Sakura blinked in mild confusion at the tension she was feeling emitting from the group. What was up with them? Did she do something wrong? She stood up from the bench and found that she was an inch or two shorter than the dark haired girl.
“Um, can I help you with something?” she asked in confusion.
“I need to establish a few things with you.” The dark haired girl said in a dead tone. Inner Sakura gulped. She definitely knew something was about to happen and she wasn’t liking it one bit.
“What do we need to establish?” she asked hesitantly.
Her white-lavender eyes quickly glanced over Sakura and a fake smile soon spread across her lips. “You're in my area freak, and I want you to move your shit out of it.”
That’s it? That’s all she wanted from her? Sakura couldn’t believe it. This…this conceited bitch actually thought that she could order Sakura out of a spot that the teacher had given her. The bitch definitely lost her mind somewhere downs the yellow brick road to dumb ass land.
She twisted her lips into a frown and snorted. “No,” she said simply.
“If you won't move it, then I will.” To show she was serious, she grabbed a few of Sakura's belongings and threw them to the side. She made to grab for more, but Sakura gripped her wrist, turning angry emerald eyes to her pale.
“This is my locker and don’t you dare touch any of my belongings again, understood you conceited bitch?” Sakura all but snarled.
“Maybe you didn’t hear me clearly you fucking freak!” she sneered. Suddenly, pale hands clutched the front of Sakura's white tee. Her back slammed into the lockers, causing the locks to jingle loudly. She put her mouth next to Sakura's ear and whispered very quietly, “I will only say this once. I do not – she empathized the two words with a slam of Sakura's body into the lockers – want you anywhere near this locker area, got it?” Sakura growled and went to retort, but the dark haired girl wasn’t done yet. Her hand suddenly shot up to the fair column of flesh and Sakura gave a startled gasp from the quick movement. “And if you ever raise your voice to me again, I will personally make sure that the rest of your high school career is HELL, do you understand me, you little fucker?”
Sakura felt her lips curl into a smirk. “Fuck. You.” The dark haired girl growled before sending a hard fist into Sakura's stomach. She groaned, coughing as she tried to catch her breath.
“Don’t cross me ever again freak.” She said harshly before dropping Sakura to the floor.
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That stupid, conceited, self-centered bitch! Sakura thought miserably as she twiddled her fork through her mashed potatoes. She groaned as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen and she curled her left arm around her middle. Suddenly she heard a lunch tray slam down onto the table and she unconsciously jumped at the surprising movement. She was so caught up in her little world. She glanced up briefly to see the redhead from Anko's class. What was her name again? Ta-ta? No, that couldn’t be it. Tayuya? Yes, that’s the name; Tayuya.
“—scare you Sakura-san,” Tayuya chuckled as she took a seat beside the pink headed blond. Sakura blinked out of her momentary lapse of concentration and gave the redhead a weak smile before sighing heavily and resting her head in the cavern of her folded arms. Man, was her stomach hurting! She definitely would have to make sure that she remember what that bitch and her little lackeys looked like so she could kick their asses.
“Are you okay Sakura-san? You haven’t touched your food.”
“Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just not hungry, that’s all.” Sakura tried to say cheekily. She was hoping that Tayuya couldn’t see through her disguise. Yes! It worked! Tayuya just smiled softly before pressing a hand to Sakura's forehead. Sakura felt her cheeks flush a bright pink from the softness against her forehead.
“You don’t have a fever, so that’s good.” Tayuya said with a smile. She pulled her hand away from her forehead and Sakura mentally sighed in relief.
“Yeah, I guess that is good. So Tayuya, would you like my lunch? I don’t really like wasting food if I don’t have to,” she said with a half-hearted grin. Seeing her nod her head slightly, Sakura pushed the tray over to her.
“Thank you Sakura-san.”
“No problem and please, just call me Sakura. Suffixes gets on my nerves,” she grinned.
“Okay…Sakura.” She grinned again.
“What a line. Just for a piece of turkey and some mashed potatoes.” And there goes my peace of mind. Tayuya sighed and looked up, causing Sakura to do the same, though all she did was shift her head to the side on her arms. They watched as a boy with shaggy brown hair and dark colored eyes made their way to their table. He stopped shortly at the table, his dark eyes narrowed disgustingly at Tayuya. She returned the glare tenfold.
“Um…” Tayuya and the brunet tore their eyes away from each other to stare at Sakura who was now leaning on her elbow, looking between the two with much confusion on her face. “Who are you?”
The brunet looked Sakura over before a lustful smirk came to his face. Turning away from Tayuya, he placed his bent elbow on the table in front of Sakura and rested his chin in his open palm, dark eyes twinkling with lust and a dazzlingly smile that spoke of his true intentions. “Well, hello pretty lady. My, why haven’t I seen anyone as beautiful as you around here before?”
“That’s because she’s new, dick head,” Tayuya said, disdain dripping from her voice. She turned her eyes back to Sakura and said in a much gentler and softer voice, “Sakura, it is with my great dislike that you meet the biggest dick head to ever walk this Earth, Inuzuka Kiba.”
“How rude of you Tayuya, you couldn’t introduce this pretty girl to me?” Kiba mocked.
“That’s because I don’t fucking like you, dumb ass. You're nothing but a no good cheater. I don’t even know what Ten-Ten sees in you. All you ever do is hurt her and I'm tired of seeing her getting hurt by your stupid actions,” Tayuya gritted out.
“Whatever Tayuya; just tell me where Ten-Ten is and I’ll be on my merry way.”
“She’s in a meeting, which reminds me, shouldn’t you be there too.” I mean, you are Class Treasurer.” Tayuya mocked. She seen the twitch of his right eyes and knew that she had hit a sore spot. Kiba had wanted the position of being President, if not President at least Vice-President because he loved being in control of everything. But no, he wasn’t awarded either positions. Instead his girlfriend Ten-Ten won the position as President and some boy named Hyuuga Neji won the position as Vice-President. How did the prick who never spoke to anyone got the job, she’ll never know, all Tayuya knew was that he was furious – no, scratch that, livid – that he only got Treasurer, which in his book was nothing at all.
“Thank you very much for the information, Tayuya,” he gritted out. He turned back to Sakura with a sexy – like he knows what fucking sexy is, Tayuya mused to herself – smile and took her hand into his. “It was nice meeting you Sakura-san. I hope to see your lovely face again real soon.” Sakura’s cheeks flushed when she felt his lips on her hand and she stayed frozen even as Tayuya shouted at him for ‘flirting with girls when he knows damn well he’s in a committed relationship with her best friend’.
“I fucking hate his damn guts, that no good cheating bastard. I don’t even know what the fuck Ten-Ten sees in his bastard-y self,” Tayuya muttered. She resumed to eating her lunch, now in bitterness. Sakura just continued staring at the spot Kiba was once standing in, her cheeks still tinged a bright red.
Wow, she definitely wasn’t expecting that.
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Pushing open her house door, Sakura stepped inside and closed the door. Removing her school shoes and leaving them by the door, she made her way to her bedroom. The school day went by much too slowly for her taste and she had wanted nothing more than to return home to the comfort of her bedroom.
Away from the world.
Away from the reality she had to live each and every day.
Closing the door behind her, Sakura threw her bag to the side and switched on her stereo to her favorite song, Numb by Linkin Park. After hearing the first part of the lyrics softly sing out the speakers, Sakura proceeded to remove her uniform. She unbuttoned the bolero jacket and tossed it to the side. She then unbuttoned her white collared shirt and threw it to the side of her room. As she bend over to remove her skirt, she hissed when a quick pain shot through her left side; she instinctively grabbed at the pain clothed area. She grimaced at the wetness of the bandages that her hand was on. She pulled open her drawer to retrieve antiseptic creams, and clean bandage wraps.
She sat down on the edge of her bed and began to remove the dirty bandages from around her middle. As the bloody red bandages were pulled away from her body, red and purple bruises began to throb in hideous pain from the bandages being pulled away. Sakura bit into her lower lip continuously as she pulled the bandages away, a few tears sneaking their way past her screwed shut eyelids. Even though she could never tell a soul where she received the bruises from, she wished she could – it would take so much pressure off her mind.
Her uncle, Agatsuma Jiraiya was a man who greatly – and I mean greatly – disliked women. He believed that women were beneath him and were no more then sex slaves or just plain trash. Hell, he even thought his own sister, Agatsuma Kun-Loon was beneath him. It definitely didn’t make it any better for herself when she revealed that, after she had given birth to Sakura and broken things off with her then boyfriend, Takishima Arashi, she was a lesbian and already was in a committed relationship with a lovely young lady of a wealthy family.
To make the story short, her lesbian parents and biological father were dead and Haruno-Takishima Sakura was left into the care of her uncle. Since living with her uncle, she was beaten periodically.
All just because she was a girl.
Once she was done with nursing her bruises, she made to put away the first-aid items and then slipped on a loose fitting t-shirt. She flopped back onto her bed and rolled onto her left side, tears starting to gather at the corners of her eyes. She placed a hand to her left arm and lightly traced the multiple scars that she had inflicted on herself over the past few years since she been living with her uncle. Her eyes glanced up to her nightstand where two photos sat.
One photo was of her mothers and her father. She was sitting on her father’s shoulders, a wide grin on her face. Her mothers stood on either side of her father and their respective arms were wrapped around his waist. They laid their heads on either of his shoulders and had huge grins on their faces. When she glanced over to the other photo, she snapped. Tears fell down her cheeks and she fell back onto her bed, burying her head into the pillow to keep her loud sobs muffled.
The photo was of her parents’ funerals with Sakura standing to the side, tears falling down her cheeks and Jiraiya standing beside her, a hand on her trembling shoulder and an evil smirk on his face. That day, her innocence was destroyed.
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Sakura parted her eyelids weakly and was startled when she seen nothing but darkness surrounding her. How long was she asleep? Pushing herself up onto her elbow, she reached over, grabbed her alarm clock and peered at the red digital numbers through half-focused eyes.
0700.
She sighed and forced herself into a sitting position. She rubbed sleepily at her eyes and yawned softly. Her skull felt like it had been stepped on repeatedly by cleats with metal prongs and the rest of her body wasn’t faring any better. Still half-coherent, Sakura slumped out of bed and went down the stairs.
In the kitchen, Sakura slipped the light on. She walked over to the cabinets and clattered through, pulling pots and pans out as she went.
“Sakura-nee-san, I'm hungry.” Sakura swiveled her head to the left and the corners of her lips quirked up into a smile when she seen her cousin, Takishima Inari, standing behind her in his Spongebob © pajamas. He was holding a stuffed tiger in his hands and was rubbing sleepily at his right eye with the other. Sakura smiled and turned to face her cousin, holding open her arms. Inari smiled and ran into them, encircling Sakura with his own arms. “Sakura-nee-san, I'm hungry.” He repeated.
Sakura laughed and pressed a quick kiss to Inari's nose. “Dinner will be ready soon Inari, so just sit tight, okay?” Inari giggled and gave Sakura a sweet and innocent peck on her lips. Pulling his stuffed leopard up to eye level with Sakura, he pushed the leopard’s head close to her forehead as if it was giving her a kiss too. Sakura smiled and placed him in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. “Now Inari, did you shower before putting on your pajamas?”
“Yes Sakura-nee-san,” Inari replied. He yawned and rubbed sleepily at his eyes, “but I fell to sleep.”
Sakura chuckled and ruffled his dark hair affectionately. “Don’t feel so bad about it, Inari. I did also,” she admitted, fixing the plates of food. The dinner she had prepared was spaghetti with a slice of garlic bread. She placed Inari's plate in front of him and placed her plate across from his. Sakura moved back to the sink and began to wash the morning dishes left behind by her uncle.
“Hey Sakura-nee-san, can you help me with my homework?” Inari asked after swallowing his food.
“Sure Inari I’ll help you. Just give me a few minutes to finish the dishes and I’ll be right there, okay?” Inari nodded and went back to eating his dinner. Sakura smiled and went back to finishing the chores before her uncle was due back home.
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**Mommy!!! Daddy!!!**
**Who can love someone like you? You're nothing but a disgusting piece of filth, Sakura.**
Sakura jumped out of her sleep, harsh, ragged breaths leaving and entering her lungs at a rapid pace. Sweat had her plastered to her sheets and she could feel her heart beating ferociously against her throat. Tears instantly sprang to her eyes as she slammed the palms of her hands to her ears.
**Sakura, I want you to know that your mommies and daddy will always love you…**
Lies, lies, all of them were lies. They didn’t love her. How could they? She was the stain on the family’s once good reputation. She was an abomination. No one could love a abomination like her.
“Sakura.” A sniffle.
Sakura snapped out of whatever little world she had put herself in and leaned over onto her side to switch on her nightstand lamp. She settled back onto her bed and looked worriedly to her cousin. “Inari, what's wrong?” she whispered softly. Inari sniffled and shook his head wildly.
“I'm sorry Sakura-nee-san!” he sobbed hoarsely. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t want Daddy to find out!” his sobs started to grow in volume. Sakura sat up and, not wanting her baby cousin to cry over something so frivolous as wetting the bed (especially since kids his age –especially boys – were prone to bedwetting) or awakening Jiraiya, pulled him onto the bed and into her arms. Inari's cries were muffled into Sakura's collarbone as he sobbed into his older cousin’s skin.
“Shhh…Inari, don’t cry. Jiraiya-Jii-sama isn’t going to find out,” Sakura said reassuringly. She pulled his head away from her neck and cupped his wet cheeks. “Stop crying baby. I'm not mad at you so be glad for that,” she said softly, the pad of her thumb wiping at the tears that were falling. Inari nodded. “Now I want you to calm down and rest, okay? I’ll be right back.”
Inari nodded and crawled under the sheets. Sakura smiled her approval and then tiptoed out of the room. When she entered his bedroom, she worked quickly to remove the soiled sheets and changed them, hiding the dirty ones in the harbor for cleaning. She definitely didn’t want her uncle finding out about her cousin wetting the bed. The last time he did that…let’s just say that he had to stay in his room for a couple of days in order to let the wounds heal and so no one would question about the bruises. Sakura hated her uncle for what he would do to his own son. Son…you would think that being a boy along would have been enough to save him from this treatment.
Oh no, it surely didn’t because guess what Jiraiya’s new reason was for treating his own – mind you – like he was common trash? Because Inari looked up to Sakura and refused to treat her the way his father was treating her, it was his punishment to be treated the same, just like a woman.
Talk about fucked up in the head.
Since Sakura seen it as her fault for Inari's punishment – Inari never blamed her for his father’s stupidity – she made sure that she would do whatever it is that she has to do to make sure that Inari would never fall under his father’s abuse ever again.
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To Be Continued
A/N: This is probably going to be the longest Author’s Notes, sorry, but I just want to get some things out. This is obviously going to be a Abused!Sakura or anyone story. Not very original, I know, but I had this idea for quite some time now and I've been wanting to get it out. I have read a lot of stories with one of the characters abused, mainly either Naruto or Sasuke and the two that really stick out to me (or the ones that I actually remember without trying to look them back up again) are Arra-Frost’s Concrete Naruto and Too Young for This (I wish I could remember the writer’s name correctly. I don’t want to write the wrong one). This will, hopefully, be different from those, but we’ll see.
As a warning to everyone, there will be some psychological disorders working in this story that probably won't happen until a few chapters later. Right now, she does have some sort of psychological problems going on now, but it’s not as severe as I would have liked it. I didn’t think it would be very realistic to have it very severe to the point that it disables her or anything at this point. Also don’t expect this story to just focus on the abuse. For the next few chapters it will kind of but after this chapter, it will focus on the development of her relationship with Sasuke. Yes, this is going to be a Sasuke x Sakura story, but it’s not going to happen willy-nilly, mostly because I'm still trying to work out of my dislike for the pairing. There will be other pairings that are evident (like Ten-Ten x Kiba) and some that are just obvious but the story won't focus on them mainly. They're just there for the plot of the story. I hope this is making sense to you guys because so far //chuckles// it’s not making much sense in writing but is in my head.
Any who, how was this chapter? Did you guys liked it? As you can see, I brought a couple of characters back that were either killed off – Tayuya – or you only seen them once – Inari – into my story because I didn’t want to JUST use the Rookie Nine and think up OC’s. Instead, I searched over the internet to find a complete list of Naruto characters and chose ones that I wanted to use or thought would fit perfectly. Don’t worry, you are going to see the Rookie Nine, but a lot of them won't be seen until later into the story so don’t worry about not seeing your favorite ones, okay? As for the last thing to see, everyone is either sophomores or juniors in high school and are between the ages of fifteen and sixteen. Some may be even be seventeen but I highly doubt it. So please leave me a review and let me know what you thought about this chapter.
See you guys next time!
Next Chapter Preview: “You stupid bastard. All I was trying to do was be fucking nice to your stuck-up ass, but NO! You can't just accept a fucking invitation; you have to go and make sure that you're a fucking idiot and crush all niceness under your fucking feet. You know what, FUCK YOU!”
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