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Chapter Five - or number one in the countdown.
.one.
(&could you ever be mine?)
"Take me home," She whispers plaintively, hiding her face against his chest. She's facing him now, clinging to him like he's all she has left. (and maybemaybe he is)
He doesn't say anything, just leads her away from the rooftop. She shivers, blurring; they walk and walk and walk, and suddenly she's in his car. She doesn't know how they got there, but she doesn't care, either.
They drive in silence; he concentrates diligently on the asphalt beneath them, and she shivers and tries not to scream.
When the big garage door creeps open it's the only sound, and Sakura things it sounds just like bones snapping.
"I'll be right back." Sasuke's deep voice rings through her head, cutting through the fog. The pink-haired girl just stares at him dimly until he leaves. She tries to follow, sluggish (dont leave please dont wanna be alone), and collapses against the shiny black metal. She wishes it were somehow sharp.
He finds her asleep on the cold concrete, huddled up like a child.
"Sakura!" He says, irritable (but hes really just worried really), and shakes her awake.
"Hmmm?" She asks slowly, trying to form words. It doesn't work.
"When's the last time you ate?" When she just looks confused he lets out a frustrated breath and picks her up like she weighs nothing (but shes so big daddy says so) and carries her inside.
When he deposited her on a bed, she bounced limply, whimpering weakly at the loss of him.
Then he was gone again - but he couldn't be gone, she needed him. She made herself stumble out of bed and to the floor, clawing her way across the lush carpet. She hadn't even crawled her way to the staircase when she collapsed, spent. Her head was spinning - maybe it would just twirl away. Maybe then her brain would stop telling her that her stomach ached. Everything ached.
But there - the door was open.
Her blurry eyes finally focused on someone inside, sitting primly on the bed. Black hair, pale skin, lithe and muscled.
"Sasuke…?" She whispered, but the boy didn't seem to notice her. He had a syringe in his hand, and as she watched, he slipped the needle into the soft skin of his elbow unflinchingly. (hes almost as delicate as you, why cant you do that?) When a gleeful smile suddenly lit up the boy's stoic face, his body thrumming with barely contained energy, she decided she wanted it.
She ate, because Sasuke kept finding her at lunch, forcing her to choke down some apple, or a carrot, or - please no- crackers.
He made her come home with him everyday - except liquid days. Daddy would be furious if he knew she was going home with a boy.
And Sakura was almost happy - except for when she had to shove her fingers down her throat and hold them there, until the crackers and apples and carrots came up, until the bile burned her from the inside out.
Except for when she couldn't help thinking, what if he knew? He wouldn't like it, if he knew how she was daddy's little girl.
And then she found out from Anko, her science partner, that Itachi went to club Eternal every Friday night. She found out that if you were a good girl, he might share his crystals with you.
On Friday, Sakura didn't go home with Sasuke. She went home with Anko instead.
Eternal wasn't like the rave she'd been to with Hinata. The lights were low, and pulsed gently in darker colors. The music was slower, with heavier bass, and little or wordless vocals. It pulsed across her skin, and she wanted to dance.
But Anko was pulling her towards a back room, out of the misty, swirling lights. She knew they were going to Itachi and his ice, and a wave of ecstasy washed over her; she'd eaten nothing all day, and she knew she could be a good girl for him, like she'd been for Gaara and Kakashi and Sai. (not like daddy, right?)
"Itachi!" Anko shouted over the music, and oh, there was Sasuke's brother. He was sitting on a leather couch in black jeans, shirtless. His skin glowed in the dim lights. He turned to look at them, but didn't say anything.
"This is Sakura." Anko introduced her, (im sorry -) and she smiled.
Anko sat down on his left, motion for Sakura to sit on his right. She let herself fold down onto the couch, and he let her lean her head on his shoulder, exhausted. She was just so tired…
She perked up when he pulled out a dark plastic bag, popping it open to reveal dozens of small syringes. He handed one to Anko, one to Sakura, and kept one for himself. She watched as he and Anko both shot the liquid into their veins expertly - but she didn't know how. She held hers dumbly as the euphoria washed over their faces, feeling small and childish.
"Oh, you poor baby! You don't know how." Anko cooed when she'd noticed Sakura's pause. She wished she hadn't come.
"C'mere." The other girl practically purred. She pulled Sakura closer - incidentally, onto Itachi's lap - and took her syringe from her. She yanked one of Sakura's arms toward her, and she braced herself against Itachi's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, but she closed her eyes anyway as Anko slipped the needle into her skin. She was being such a bad girl…
And then suddenly that didn't matter anymore. She was soaring over the world - and she could do anything. She smiled when someone kissed her - it didn't matter who - and opened her eyes.
.one.
(&could you ever be mine?)
"Take me home," She whispers plaintively, hiding her face against his chest. She's facing him now, clinging to him like he's all she has left. (and maybemaybe he is)
He doesn't say anything, just leads her away from the rooftop. She shivers, blurring; they walk and walk and walk, and suddenly she's in his car. She doesn't know how they got there, but she doesn't care, either.
They drive in silence; he concentrates diligently on the asphalt beneath them, and she shivers and tries not to scream.
When the big garage door creeps open it's the only sound, and Sakura things it sounds just like bones snapping.
"I'll be right back." Sasuke's deep voice rings through her head, cutting through the fog. The pink-haired girl just stares at him dimly until he leaves. She tries to follow, sluggish (dont leave please dont wanna be alone), and collapses against the shiny black metal. She wishes it were somehow sharp.
He finds her asleep on the cold concrete, huddled up like a child.
"Sakura!" He says, irritable (but hes really just worried really), and shakes her awake.
"Hmmm?" She asks slowly, trying to form words. It doesn't work.
"When's the last time you ate?" When she just looks confused he lets out a frustrated breath and picks her up like she weighs nothing (but shes so big daddy says so) and carries her inside.
When he deposited her on a bed, she bounced limply, whimpering weakly at the loss of him.
Then he was gone again - but he couldn't be gone, she needed him. She made herself stumble out of bed and to the floor, clawing her way across the lush carpet. She hadn't even crawled her way to the staircase when she collapsed, spent. Her head was spinning - maybe it would just twirl away. Maybe then her brain would stop telling her that her stomach ached. Everything ached.
But there - the door was open.
Her blurry eyes finally focused on someone inside, sitting primly on the bed. Black hair, pale skin, lithe and muscled.
"Sasuke…?" She whispered, but the boy didn't seem to notice her. He had a syringe in his hand, and as she watched, he slipped the needle into the soft skin of his elbow unflinchingly. (hes almost as delicate as you, why cant you do that?) When a gleeful smile suddenly lit up the boy's stoic face, his body thrumming with barely contained energy, she decided she wanted it.
She ate, because Sasuke kept finding her at lunch, forcing her to choke down some apple, or a carrot, or - please no- crackers.
He made her come home with him everyday - except liquid days. Daddy would be furious if he knew she was going home with a boy.
And Sakura was almost happy - except for when she had to shove her fingers down her throat and hold them there, until the crackers and apples and carrots came up, until the bile burned her from the inside out.
Except for when she couldn't help thinking, what if he knew? He wouldn't like it, if he knew how she was daddy's little girl.
And then she found out from Anko, her science partner, that Itachi went to club Eternal every Friday night. She found out that if you were a good girl, he might share his crystals with you.
On Friday, Sakura didn't go home with Sasuke. She went home with Anko instead.
Eternal wasn't like the rave she'd been to with Hinata. The lights were low, and pulsed gently in darker colors. The music was slower, with heavier bass, and little or wordless vocals. It pulsed across her skin, and she wanted to dance.
But Anko was pulling her towards a back room, out of the misty, swirling lights. She knew they were going to Itachi and his ice, and a wave of ecstasy washed over her; she'd eaten nothing all day, and she knew she could be a good girl for him, like she'd been for Gaara and Kakashi and Sai. (not like daddy, right?)
"Itachi!" Anko shouted over the music, and oh, there was Sasuke's brother. He was sitting on a leather couch in black jeans, shirtless. His skin glowed in the dim lights. He turned to look at them, but didn't say anything.
"This is Sakura." Anko introduced her, (im sorry -) and she smiled.
Anko sat down on his left, motion for Sakura to sit on his right. She let herself fold down onto the couch, and he let her lean her head on his shoulder, exhausted. She was just so tired…
She perked up when he pulled out a dark plastic bag, popping it open to reveal dozens of small syringes. He handed one to Anko, one to Sakura, and kept one for himself. She watched as he and Anko both shot the liquid into their veins expertly - but she didn't know how. She held hers dumbly as the euphoria washed over their faces, feeling small and childish.
"Oh, you poor baby! You don't know how." Anko cooed when she'd noticed Sakura's pause. She wished she hadn't come.
"C'mere." The other girl practically purred. She pulled Sakura closer - incidentally, onto Itachi's lap - and took her syringe from her. She yanked one of Sakura's arms toward her, and she braced herself against Itachi's shoulder. He didn't seem to mind, but she closed her eyes anyway as Anko slipped the needle into her skin. She was being such a bad girl…
And then suddenly that didn't matter anymore. She was soaring over the world - and she could do anything. She smiled when someone kissed her - it didn't matter who - and opened her eyes.