Another World 1

[Author's Note 12-19-20: I apologize for disappearing again, I was going through a lot of depression and soul searching, unsure of a lot of things in but I'm back again and I promise to try and update all of my fanfics as well as posting a few original stories I have in my mind. I'm going to try and make writing my main priority from now on and try to update at least 5 times a week but I'm going to focus more on original stories than fanfiction as I can only get paid (potentially) for the first option but I will still update my fanfics! Wish me luck!

I want to say a sincere thank you to all my devoted readers for staying patient with me during my health issues. So sorry again!]

No one knew what to make of the dirty beggar that tripped, quite literally, through the gates of Konoha one hot summer day. Dressed in grey half-white tatters from head to toe, with no shoes, and caked in dirt/mud, he barely made it one step over the border before falling flat on his face, alarming the group of small kids that had been playing nearby, who promptly ran away to alert their respective parents of the scary looking stranger.

In no time at all the Hokage was alerted. Though people were weary of the unidentified person, in accordance to Konoha's general health policy, the vagrant was taken to Konoha General Hospital for treatment from obvious chakra exhaustion. He was given a bed paid for by the welfare network in the general health ward but precautions were still taken just in case the person had ill intentions: his ankle was cuffed and Chunin level guards were stationed at his bedside until he awoke at all times.

It was a nurse called Maeda that made the discovery, one hour after his admission into the hospital–when she was stationed to cleanse and bathe the man's foul stench and grime to maintain the hospital's sterile environment.

When stripped of all his clothes and washed of all mud, the man was drop dead gorgeous.

Fine straight black hair that fell in perfect lines to frame an ivory sculpted face of fine bone structure and a subtle masculine imperativeness that made Maeda immediately turn red at the cheekbones. The washcloth she'd been using to dab his pectorals slipped from her hands and fell into the bathtub, disappearing beyond the murky white surface of the herbal healing water prescribed by Nestor, the head medic of the Public Health ward.

Maeda couldn't bring herself to reach her hand in and retrieve the cloth however, for it had fallen straight down in between the man's legs…

She'd had to promptly take leave for the rest of her shift after sporting a violent nosebleed that spurted the entire run to her car and subsequent driver back home.

Maeda wasn't the only one affected by the stranger's ethereal beauty.

Pretty soon, word of the man's attractiveness spread throughout all the ward and in a few more days, all over Konoha. It all started with an anonymous fan site created by a now-fired first year nurse that had been illegally taking and posting photos of the 'sleeping prince' (so she'd called the beautiful man in every one of her posts).

Nestor, as head of the Public Health ward, succeeded in discovering the blogger's identity and promptly fired the young nurse but the damage had already been done: people, particularly young single women, all across Konoha became fascinated by the 'sleeping prince' and the young man managed to gain a rather vehement fan base.

Nestor had had to make a rather ludicrous request to Tsunade for more guards across the hospital to deal with the sudden surge of intrusive females. Naturally, Nestor denied every visitor requesting to see the young man, regardless of whatever history they claimed to have with the guy. Nestor had never seen female magnetism on this level in all her years of medical attending and she was getting really sick of signing for delivery heart baskets, and the like, every time she started her shift.

With all his fans this beautiful man still had his detractors too, namely those of his same gender. Men either envied him of his female magnetism or straight up reviled him for being so effortlessly attractive: literally, being able to attract women in his sleep. Naruto, in particular, proclaimed one day before all his friends and female acquaintances that the sleeping man was "All air and no talk!" Naruto also claimed that as soon as this pretty boy awoke, he would surely prove to everyone that he was better than the pretty boy.

But as popular as he was among the opposite sex, there was still one female that had refused to visit the sleeping prince, at least not until two weeks after his initial arrival.

Because…this girl did not need to see the man to know what he would look like. From the first day of his arrival –from the first moment she'd heard news of the mysterious stranger's entrance…Sakura Haruno had known this guy would be…her Sasuke.

Sasuke Uchiha.

She stood by his bedside now: her body trembling from head to toe as she took in his sleeping figure; tears already trailing in rivulets down her pale tremulous face.

The ward was completely empty save for her right now as it was the night shift and nearing 3am in the morning. Sakura as Head of the Intensive Care Unit had asked to take on an extra shift in the General Health ward, officially for overtime pay but of course all her colleagues, including Nestor suspected her of having hidden motives towards the sleeping prince, just like all the other nurses that had made similar overtime requests.

Not that anyone could really do anything about it because Sakura was in her perfect right and professional standing to take on an extra shift as she had the most reputable history out of all the young medics in Konoha General; the one nurse that Nestor trusted most out of any other. Plus, the Public Health Ward was always in need of Head Medics that could perform upper level healing jutsus during the night hours (when most critically injured shinobji tended to get rushed in) and Sakura was still the best from her years of training under Tsunade.

As such, the pink haired medic now stood less than three feet next to Sasuke's hospital bed.

Falling to her knees, Sakura's hands flew to cover her quivering lips as her sobs grew in intensity to rake her entire form; she had to muffle her cries lest she alert one of her colleagues or the nearby sleeping patients.

If they heard, how would she even begin to explain her connection with this sleeping raven haired boy?

That she'd been his prisoner for more than a year's time? That over her entire imprisonment he'd repeatedly tried impregnating her against her will? That he'd forcibly wed her without even telling her the end result? That she'd only found out on a fluke. That he'd tortured, oppressed, physically and verbally abused her time and time again but she still came of her own volition to visit his comatose self? Weeping in tandem amounts of relief and apprehension at the same time?

Sakura still felt so conflicted with how she thought of the man. To say she hated him wasn't true because she knew how relieved she was just seeing him in perfect health after The Third Myael's attack. She knew how happy she was seeing him without anything wrong except mild chakra depletion. Sakura knew she ultimately, would never want anything bad to happen to this man, so long as she was alive.

And yet, for all her concern, to say she loved him was wrong because, at any given moment, the rosette could still feel the resentment and intense hatred that had beget during her captivity, the hatred that had only magnified in intensity when she finally regained her memories about her death. This hatred was still inside her, even now as she squeezed Sasuke's left hand with one of hers while she kept her head bowed parallel to the floor, unable to keep her head upright with the force of her emotions.

Sakura finally looked up from her kneeling position on the floor next to Sasuke's left bedside to gaze onto the man's serene face.

The most perfect male face to disguise the monster underneath.

Suddenly, the thought of killing him right then and there occurred to Sakura. Her medical training allotted her the knowledge to end his life in any number of 'natural accidents'; a seemingly violent allergic reaction, a blood clot to the brain, or even just a simple disabling of the man's ability to breathe with a precise strike of chakra…

She wouldn't be doing anything wrong, Sakura knew this.

The man was as violent and unpredictable as he was uncontrollable. Who knew what atrocities he would commit this time around? Who knew what or who might trigger his psychotic rage this time? Who knew…how he would react to the current universe they were presently in…

Sakura's left hand infused with green flames as she slowly raised it from her side.

This was for the best.

She knew a still not-insignificant part of her heart couldn't bear the prospect of never seeing Sasuke again but Sakura rationalized that the pain would fade over time. As time did with everything, so would her feelings for Sasuke –both the negative and positive.

And yet, even as her enflamed hand moved towards the man's neckline, Sakura found tears once more falling from her green eyes.

She bit her lower lip to stifle her sobs as her hand located to right over the man's esophagus, ready at any moment to send that precise shock to the man's third upper vertebrae-

I'm sorry Sasuke. A single tear landed onto the man's upper arm.

Just as she was about to send the lethal dose of chakra, a fierce grip landed onto her glowing wrist.

Sakura's breath caught in her throat as Sasuke's charcoal black orbs locked onto her trembling green ones. At the same time, her left hand extinguished of all chakra flames, either because of her petrified shock or from the intense grip that still held her wrist hostage.

Sakura felt as if all blood had drained from her body; she knew her face must have been white as a sheet from the shock of seeing Sasuke Uchiha perfectly awake before her.

His expression showed a mix of fury and exasperation...did he know about what she'd been trying to do? His grip only grew tighter as her breaths grew shallower. Fear filled her from where he touched. Was he going to punish her? The strength in her legs drained and her body collapsed under her weight but because Sasuke refused to release his grip she could only fall straight into his embrace on the bed.

Terror filled her body and mind but euphoria filled Sasuke's. In a second, he had pulled and maneuvered her entire body over his, lying in between his legs above the hospital duvet. Their mouths came within millimeters apart and Sasuke naturally could feel the girl's hot breaths blow against his. It was unbelievably erotic. His hands automatically fell to the small of her waist and the back of her neck before pressing her lips down against his.

God, he had missed this.

"Sas-Sas-u-ke," Sakura said his name in a whisper, just managing to separate long enough from his ravenous kiss to speak each syllable breathlessly. He ravished her like she was the only oxygen available; completely and insatiably taken with her, as he always was.

Sakura heard him inhale deeply beneath her while the hand on the small of her back moved lower to dip below her pants line-

"Sas-suke st-" her words were once more cut off by his kiss. She felt his heart jackhammering against his bared chest because of the front opening hospital gown. The bed cover lied in between them but Sakura could feel his growing excitement pressing into her stomach through the thin duvet and the panic only increased inside her body. She continued to struggle but her hands stayed trapped in between their bodies; a way too familiar sense of dread filled Sakura's body while elation filled Sasuke's.

Finally. After so long.

His hand stuck into her nurse's scrub, reaching for her left breast but he stopped when he felt a wetness drop onto the back of his hand.

Sasuke opened his eyes through the kiss and only realized then that tears were leaking from the girl's eyes.

"Sakura…" he whispered her name breathlessly in their close proximity. He wanted to ask her what was wrong but he had an idea. "I'm sorry."

Was this phrase so foreign and unexpected from him? Sasuke felt mild irritation at the way her eyes widened in reaction to his words. Sure, he…tended to be fairly…imperious whenever he was around her but it wasn't like he had never shown her a kind side, right? It's not like he had never been patient with her when she made mistakes or said something he didn't like.

But Sasuke knew he still had a lot to make up for, so exhaling a deep sigh, the Uchiha swallowed his irritation and pressed his forehead against the kunoichi's, hoping to calm her down and console her at the same time. He couldn't tell if it worked or not because Sasuke still felt her pulse racing beneath his palm just above her chest, where it had retracted to after leaving her breasts. Her tears still continued to trail down her pale face soundlessly.

Sasuke was never good with comforting girls, namely because no female ever got upset with him about anything. They always just accepted everything he said or did to them, irreverent of how asinine or inconsiderate it was (like Karin for example) and naturally he never felt any incentive to learn how to pay reparations to a girl…

Sakura was the first female ever to hold him accountable to how he treated them and also the first female he ever felt motivated to win forgiveness from.

He still wanted it now.

But judging by her weeping disposition, Sasuke knew he must have gone the other direction again.

How –no, where could he even start? He had never paid attention to any romantic plotline in his life- hell, he'd never even watched that much television or cinema before. He had always been concentrating on training and getting stronger…he really had no idea how social relationships were supposed to go, let alone romantic relationships.

The only thing he had always been able to understand was the physical aspect between partners because…well, he only ever had to follow his instincts –especially with how ungodly alluring Sakura was whenever he laid eyes on her.

Even now, as he contemplated ways to console the distraught weeping girl inside his arms, the Uchiha could still feel his quite painful arousal beneath Sakura's lap, wanting desperately to spring from the duvet and-

Sasuke cut his thoughts off right then, not wanting to end up forcing Sakura like before. Sasuke knew he had a lot to make up for but he expected Sakura to meet him halfway.

That's what couples did, right?

Didn't Sakura say she would do anything for him so long as he would stay by her side? Didn't she say, time and time again in the past, that she was willing to endure anything so long as he would be with her? Shouldn't she understand him like a good wife and allow him some leverage because of his…lack of experience with relationships?

He was just contemplating how to tell Sakura this when he suddenly felt her entire weight lean into him; Sasuke looked down and realized in deep apprehension that she had fainted.

Sakura recognized the feel of her bed, the scent of her studio apartment's bedroom, and the cool sensation of a wet cloth patting down her face as her eyelids fluttered.

A moment later, her eyes flickered open and for better or worse, the first sight she saw was Sasuke Uchiha, hovering over her with a moist towel in his hands.

Seeing him again hadn't been a dream.

Did she even want it to be a dream?

Sasuke sat in a chair next to her bedside -a bottle of smelling salts, a clear glass of water and seltzer tablets sitting on the nightstand next to her digital alarm clock.

As soon as he saw Sakura's opened eyes, Sasuke exhaled a shuddering sigh.

"Sakura," he spoke her name while extending his hand out to touch her face. Afraid of triggering him, she remained still while he cradled her cheek but Sakura couldn't hide the trembling in her eyes. She felt Sasuke tense up next to her which filled her with dread but in the end he only moved away enough to grasp the glass of water. He dropped a seltzer tablet into it and it immediately began to effervesce. He raised it to her lips even though Sakura tried to take it into her own hands. Too weak to express opposition, she let him feed her the water sip by sip.

Sakura felt the sincerity in his actions and couldn't deny that she was somewhat moved by it. He was trying. Sakura would admit that much. When she finished the water, Sakura didn't stop Sasuke when he moved onto the bed and maneuver her head to rest against his chest.

"Sakura…Sakura…" he kept saying her name while never letting go; his hold wasn't tight or painful but with the way he continued to whisper her name, Sakura felt genuinely creeped out. It made her think of those days back in that steel prison…when she would wake up randomly just wrapped tightly in the man's hold, unable to break free and it usually was followed by him forcing…

Sakura shivered inside his hold just from the memory.

"Are you cold?" he asked while already reaching for the duvet but Sakura stopped him with a hand to his wrist.

"Sasuke, you…"

Just as she'd guessed, he had found her apartment through the address on her medical ID card and taken her back here. She asked him about what happened to him after the Third Myael's assault, how he had survived and how he managed to recover without even a scratch.

Sasuke had no answers for her because he himself had no idea either. He related how he could only remember how he had been on the brink of death and then that bright white light from Sakura's armband…

And…he was suddenly stumbling through Konoha.

Sakura related how she'd had a similar experience except she'd woken up in a hospital bed, having been told she'd been comatose for the last…three years.

Sasuke's eyes had tightened fiercely when she finished this explanation, making her tremble again in fright but he ultimately said nothing and the girl didn't know how to read him.

She feared his reaction for the next fact she had to divulge…but Sakura knew she had to do it because with his affection for her, she stood probably the best chance of calming him when he learned the truth.

"Sasuke I…have to tell you something," Sakura gently freed herself from the boy's grip to lift her head up from his chest and meet his eyes when she started to speak but quickly looked away with her unease: "We…this world…we're currently in…is…um…"

She flushed in her stammering and her cheeks gained an attractive rosy hue that did not go unnoticed by Sasuke; again he felt that insatiable hunger ignite inside his loins. Because Sakura wasn't directly in his lap, just lying diagonally from the side, he knew she hadn't noticed his excitement yet. He tried to focus on her words and ignore the desire but just like always, Sakura's body tempted him beyond imagination.

"Th-this…this world…has never-" Sakura nervously scratched her collarbone, a habit of hers she'd had since childhood but this action let Sasuke see the barest top of her porcelain chest and he couldn't take it anymore.

Sakura half shrieked/half yelped when she was suddenly flipped and pinned beneath the Uchiha; his hands stuck fast and brazenly into her shirt-

"Sasuke! What- what are you-"

"We can talk afterwards, Sakura," he spoke with a coy smile before sealing her lips in a deep kiss, his hands were already possessively kneading her breasts underneath her medic's scrub. Sakura's hands had gotten pinned in between their stomachs and she couldn't pull them free now.

She kept trying to break the kiss to scream "stop" but his tongue kept ravaging her mouth and her head got forced deep into the pillow; his fervent breathing filled her ears as he ravished every crevice of her jaw.

She felt his heartbeat pounding both against her chest and in her ears; or was that her own heart? Her fear and emotional pain only increased when one of his hands stuck down pass the waistband of her underwear. Her tears leaked down the side of her face, unseen by Sasuke as he kept his eyes closed, completely lost to his passion.

Sakura squeezed her eyes shut, resigning herself to her fate right as Sasuke half-lifted and half twisted her hip upwards to shove her lower garments, all of them at once, down to her knees. He suddenly broke the kiss to push Sakura to lie on her right side so that he could spoon her from behind. He moved to grip her jawline and force her back into a lip lock but Sakura used that chance to try and scream but because of how out of breath she was every syllable came out in a breathy whisper: "…stop…Sasuke…please…"

He both heard and didn't hear her at the same time. Whenever he touched Sakura Sasuke felt like he was in an out of body experience, completely unable to control his actions, even if he wanted to. His mouth covered hers again and his tongue ravaged hers at the same exact time as he penetrated her from behind.

Sasuke felt Sakura's entire body stiffen and become ramrod straight against him as he started their rhythm. He supposed it was because he hadn't aroused her enough beforehand which he felt remorseful about but he wouldn't stop now. If he didn't get his release then Sakura's discomfort would've been completely pointless.

His arms wrapped around her waist while he rutted against her; for him it was an act of deep passion and love but for her she was yet again being humiliatingly violated. Just as before, she had no chance of denying Sasuke what he wanted.

This thought alone brought fresh tears to her eyes, unseen like always by the man that claimed to love her.

She felt each of his thrusts like a hammer to her soul, making her wish she was dead with every forward movement. So it had all been a lie: him promising to never hurt her again.

He pushed her down onto her stomach for the last half, completely covering her from behind as his thrusts grew wild and fast, signaling to Sakura he was near finishing. Sure enough, a few moments later she heard his familiar shuddering groan as his entire body trembled into her.

Sakura wanted to scream. To shout and push Sasuke away. To claw his eyes out or even slash his throat but she knew it would all be pointless. He was always stronger than her and nothing she did, said or even wanted ever held any significance for him.

Having noticed her emotional pain, Sasuke's hands came to gently cover both of her fisted ones atop the bedsheets. He lined his mouth next to her ear to whisper gently: "Sakura you're too enticing for your own good…"

Was that his way of apologizing? She wondered bitterly with a shuddering cringe.

He seemed to be waiting for her reply and when he didn't receive one, the man flipped her back supinely so that he could look into her eyes, only to realize that she was crying.

Sasuke pursed his lips, frustrated that he had upset her so badly again. Sasuke knew he hadn't been as gentle as he'd wanted but he didn't think his actions warranted such a forlorn hopeless look. However, for Sakura, he would do his best to swallow his pride.

"You make me lose control, I'm sorry," he whispered before kissing her gently. Sakura gagged through the act and a vein pulsed irately in Sasuke's neck. What did she want from him? He'd already apologized. Plus, Sakura should know and appreciate how much effort he was putting forth since he so rarely ever admitted to being wrong for anyone.

Sakura's heart quickened in fear and fury when she saw that familiar scowl knit across the man's sculpted brows. He was angry? What the hell did he have to be angry about? She thought this the same time as he exclaimed: "Sakura you have to learn to be patient with me."

That did it.

In an instant, Sakura slapped and shoved him off her, scratching his face viciously in the process. Three bloody red lines marred his otherwise perfect features when he turned back facing Sakura –who had leapt from the bed to stand next to it on the right side, her eyes glaring absolute hatred for the man who slowly stood up to stand right before her.

His height and menacing aura intimidated her as always but Sakura's anger gave her courage to scream her thoughts: "Be patient?! I've shown you NOTHING BUT PATIENCE since the first day I met you! And every time I do you pay me back in pain, insult and rape!"

Sasuke's expression darkened impossibly here. He suddenly grasped both of her wrists in his and yanked her back into his hold. The blood from his scratches dripped morbidly down from his face onto hers, emphasizing even more how deeply pale her complexion had fallen.

He seethed quietly but none less menacing: "Watch your words Sakura. You are my wife, what we just did was not rape."

Not just his words but also his logic disgusted her.

"I am not married to you! You forced that ceremony on me! And didn't even let me know what happened afterwards! Now you're claiming to be my hus-" she couldn't say anymore because his mouth had sealed over hers once again. This kiss was much more vicious and possessive than before, filled with anger and punishing sadism. Sasuke pushed her back against the wall of her bedroom, knocking down several photo frames of her parents and her childhood with his fierce momentum.

Sakura screamed and squirmed in his embrace; she kept trying to bite his tongue or lips but because of his strength she found it impossible to close her jaw. Her wrists were still in a vice grip against his chest as he kissed her. Sakura shrieked in the kiss when his right hand stuck straight into her underwear, fingers sliding in easily because of their recent union.

The sound of her apartment's doorbell ringing interrupted his actions. Normally this wouldn't have stopped Sasuke's actions but a way too familiar voice called out from the front door, saying Sakura's name, making Sasuke freeze right above the girl's lips, to whisper the name of the person standing right outside: "Naruto."

The ravaged rosette used that second to shove him away, fixing her clothes and appearance the best she could in a moment's time, all the while never breaking bitter eye contact with the man. "If you touch me again I'll kill myself."

Sasuke's eyes widened in their sockets at the same as Naruto called out once more from the front door: "Sakura! Ramen Ichiraku is having a midnight sale! Let's go for late night snack run!"

"N-Naruto, I-I'm not feeling well tonight," she tried to keep her shattered emotional state out of her voice but she didn't succeed because soon Naruto's alarmed voice came screeching from behind the green painted door:

"Sakura! What's wrong?! Are you okay?!"

"I-I-I'm fine Naruto!" Sakura reassured in the best composed voice she could muster but once again Naruto's voice came exclaiming worriedly through the green mahogany door:

"That's a lie! I know you're not okay! I'm worried! Let me in, I want to see you!"

Suddenly, Sasuke –who had stayed fiercely quiet the entire time while never breaking eye contact with Sakura– finally turned to stare at the front door with flashing sharingan eyes. The inner locking brass chain broke apart at the same time that the door's lock turned open on its own.

Immediately, Naruto came running through the door, exclaiming: "Sakura what's…"

He trailed off when his eyes planted on the black haired apathetic man that seemed to be emanating menace and darkness simply just by standing motionlessly.

"Oh…um…Sakura is this…your friend?" the blond haired boy asked in genuine confusion, causing Sasuke's brow line to furrow in deep bemusement, though he still stayed speechless, quietly gathering reconnaissance.

"H-he…th-this is…um…" Sakura stuttered just like she'd done earlier with Sasuke when she'd tried to explain the fact that this world, for some unknown reason, never had an Uchiha clan exist here before.

When she'd woken from her coma, Sakura had quickly come to this realization after being told by all her physical therapists and psychiatrists that everything that had happened to her had been a dream concocted by her comatose mind. She had been unable to accept that all her pain and suffering had been just a nightmare and so Sakura had gone on to research in every online database/library in Konoha about the Uchiha clan.

She'd almost fallen into another coma when every search came up empty. No Obito. No Madara. No Izuna. No Curse of Hatred. There had been shinobi wars, even a fourth one but they had been caused by a rogue ninja named Kabuto who had summoned countless natural disasters in his bid to conquer and unify all of the shinobi world.

It had the exact same history of her "fake memories" that the Third Myael had created when she revived her.

Everything exactly like the regular world, with its jinchurikis and rogue ninjas, except just no Uchiha clan.

Sakura hadn't known how to comprehend or rationalize this sudden turn of events. What was real and what was fake? Was this all…still just a dream? Even just contemplating everything made her head spin. The only consolation she'd had at the time was that she at least didn't have to worry about Sasuke.

But here he was again.

"He's…m-my b-boyfriend, Sasuke Uchiha," Sakura finally settled on; she originally wanted to just call him a friend but she had feared how he might react to that title. And yet even with this introduction, Sakura found Sasuke's tight gaze trained on her in obvious dissatisfaction.

What did he want her to call him? Her husband? In his dreams. The fact that she didn't immediately associate 'rapist' with his name was already him being fortunate.

Naruto felt the uneasy tension radiating off the two of them and exhibited zero subtlety as always: "You two don't look like boyfriend and girlfriend."

The blond boy almost lost his footing when he saw the steely gaze of Sakura's so-called boyfriend glaring daggers at him. He spoke in kind: "Whoa, calm down, ore."

Sakura staggered, her mind aching unimaginably so. Sasuke moved and caught her in his arms right as her legs collapsed beneath her.

Naruto saw the sincerity and concern in his actions but still felt an odd feeling radiating off of the two's relationship. "Sakura, do you-"

"Naruto," the rosette interrupted the boy while being cradled inside Sasuke's arms. "I-I am feeling really tired. I'll contact you tomorrow…please can you leave for today?"

While she dreaded being alone with Sasuke, Sakura knew by the intense fierce look on the man's face that she needed to seriously talk to him. Calm him down before he did anything impulsive.

Naruto exchanged looks with the cold man, then with Sakura who gave him another reassured look and the blond boy finally nodded before leaving, closing the door on his way out.

Sakura picked herself up from Sasuke's hold and to her relief, he made no move to stop her.

"Sasuke…what I was trying to tell you before was exactly that…" she said while meeting his eyes for final half: "…for some reason, this world doesn't –no, has never had an Uchiha Clan in its history."

The man pressed his eyes close. He inhaled deeply and stayed quiet for a long time, which was a much better reaction than she anticipated. After a while he finally said: "I figured as much when Naruto didn't recognize me."

Sakura swallowed a lump in her throat, watching him with apprehensive eyes, weary of him suddenly having a violent reaction. She didn't expect him to hit her but Sakura did fear him suddenly bursting forth in anger or sexually assaulting her again. He seemed to always reach out to her body whenever he got stressed or triggered…

She surreptitiously gathered her knees up to her chest to hug tightly, trying to protect herself by getting in a fetal position.

In a second, Sasuke turned back looking at her. Her breath caught in her throat, forming into a lump that try as she might, she could not dissolve. Fear filled her mind but she still somehow summoned the courage to say: "I meant what I said Sasuke, if you force me again I'll-"

Sakura shrieked when a violent wind suddenly spun forth from around the Uchiha, encapsulating him in his entirety, like a small hurricane with only about two feet in diameter. When it disappeared, so did Sasuke.

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