Naruto is the property of Masashi Kishimoto. A quick note before I start; this is something of a sequel fic to my other fic 'Rogue'. However, the response to Rogue was extremely lacking and I found writing it out to be difficult. But then again, that fic isn't necessary to understand this one; I just wanted to try hashing some ideas out in that instead of cramming them here. Ah well, what can you do? Anyways, this is strictly a Sakura POV fic with multiple pairings. It's based in the Naruto II storyline but it's very AU. As a warning, this fanfic is extremely dark and this prologue has adult content.

Fallen

Am I dreaming?

The air feels too thick. It's hard to breathe. And everything looks fuzzy. Maybe if I sit up I'll sit better.

If I can manage to sit up. My body feels like lead. It feels like my strength is draining as I try to brace my hands on the futon.

Okay, I managed that. Now I just have to force myself up. It's almost pitiful how difficult this is. This had better be a dream. If Kakashi-sensei or even Tsunade-sensei saw the effort I put into trying to sit up they'd both scold me for lagging in training put me on a strenuous regiment.

All right, I'm sitting up. But this doesn't look like my bedroom. Wait, was I suppose to be doing something? I can't remember. Oh well, dreams aren't suppose to make sense anyways.

But I don't feel better. If anything, the air seems even more suffocating. I can't get a breath in. What kind of dream is this?!

Ugh, I have to get out of this room before it kills me. The door seems too far away. Ah, the window!! Somehow I get enough strength to climb to my feet and stagger over to the window. I lean my whole body's force into it, nearly falling out of the window as it opens.

Blessed fresh air!! I take in huge gulps of the cool air, the relief from the still air of my room almost too much. The whole area seemed illuminated by the full moon and stars, almost as bright as day. This was the most basic dream I'd ever had. I can't breathe properly so I have to open a window?

But it doesn't make me feel completely better. My head still feels heavy and my vision is still fuzzy. I can't get in a clear concise thought.

"Sakura…"

I freeze. Who said that? Did someone call my name?

"Sakura…"

Yeah, that was someone calling my name. The voice was too soft, so I couldn't tell if it were a man or a woman.

My rubbery legs seem to have solidified. With the first hushed call they twitched. The second call had my left leg lifting up beyond my control. It was like I was moving by some compulsion; like I needed to follow that voice. I didn't have control over myself. I should've been frightened.

But I wasn't.

The third call of that soft voice had me hanging halfway out my window. I'm sure if I could think clearly I would be panicking.

Wait, wasn't this whole thing a dream? So what did it matter if I followed the voice or not? If it got too bad I could force myself to wake up.

I jumped out the window. It was only on the second floor, but my descent to the ground almost seemed like in slow motion. It was like I was floating, which didn't usually happen to me. If I was jumping or falling, I fell down fast. But it was nice and easy, and when I finally touched down I landed gracefully on my feet.

The compulsion was strong now that I was out in the open. I felt something like a tug, though there wasn't anyone else around. I follow the tug, my legs feeling even stronger though the rest of me was sluggish.

I was being led through the woods, away from the building. The night air was so chilly and the soft cool winds didn't help matters. Why couldn't my dreams be warmer?

I heard the sounds of the animals in the woods around me, but I wasn't afraid. I didn't really feel anything at the moment.

Finally, the tugging ceased. My vision was still blurred, but I could see I had left the forest. I stood in front of an exquisite lake, the surface shimmering in the moonlight. Trees surrounded the whole area and I could see no signs of anyone, whether just in person or in building.

Something in me told me I should be panicking, but I didn't. I was confused though. Why was I all the way out here?

"Sakura."

I gasped. It sounded soft, though something in me knew it should've sounded louder. Now that I had reached the destination, I could decipher the voice that had compelled me to come. I turn my heavy head slowly as a figure emerges from behind a tree nearby.

"Sasuke-kun…" was that really my voice? I was speaking too softly. I always imagined myself screaming when I saw him again.

I blinked several times to clear away the blurring in my sight, but it didn't work. But I could see it was indeed Sasuke who stood in front of me.

"Sasuke-kun." There, now I was crying. My head felt numb now. I was happy to see him, but I wasn't supposed to be. Until we pulled him from Orochimaru's grasp he's still a danger.

Oh wait. This is a dream. Then what do I have to worry about? The real Sasuke wouldn't just appear out of nowhere, anyways. Especially to see only me.

Sasuke was silent, though he seemed to be looking at me intently. I couldn't tell with my hazy sight and my tears. So it was a surprise for me when he was suddenly very close to me. He raised his hands and touched my upper arms. He gave me a little push and I found myself walking backwards.

Something odd was going on. I knew it in my gut. But I still couldn't think properly. I couldn't figure out anything. So I put up no fight as Sasuke backed me up until my back was pressed against the unyielding surface of a tree.

He let me go then. But he didn't stop touching me. I felt his hand touch my face, tracing my bottom lip. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach, replacing the unease. Before I could react, Sasuke's lips were on mine.

Ah, this was turning into a very nice dream. I'd always imagined what it would feel like to kiss Sasuke, but none of my fantasies compared to this. His lips were firm against mine, but with a subtle touch of tenderness. I forced my eyes open to look at him. At such close range I could clearly see his handsome face. But his eyes were firmly closed, concentrating on his task.

Then his lips left mine, to my own disappointment. But his lips soon found home on my neck. They glided over my skin, a soft caress almost not touching my skin. His hand pushed at the collar of my sleeping shirt to nip at my shoulder. Inwardly, I was relieved this dream had me clad in the same clothes I went to bed in, a short-sleeved shirt reaching my knees and black shorts. If I were wearing any less I'd probably die of embarrassment…in the dream of course.

I wanted to touch him. I wanted to wrap Sasuke in my arms and hold him close to me, never letting him go. But my arms were frozen at their sides. My whole body was frozen in fact; I only moved if Sasuke touched me.

And he did touch me. He pushed his hands under my shirt; his hands surprisingly warm against the cool night. His hands ran over my breasts and my body grew hot and my already heavy head heavier. No one had ever touched me like that; I'd never allowed anyone to get so close to me. It was almost like I had been deliberately saving myself for this moment.

Too bad it wasn't real.

The front side of my body suddenly felt colder. I deliriously realized Sasuke had pushed my shirt up and his lips were exploring where his hands had just moments before. When they came in contact with my chest it felt like explosions were sounding throughout my body. Gods, how I wanted to touch him! But my hands remained unmoving at my sides.

I wished this assault on my senses could last longer. But Sasuke soon lifted his head and my shirt slid back into place. But he didn't stop. He rested his hands on my hips. A million warnings seemed to flash in my mind, but I didn't hear them. Why would I want this dream to end when it was just getting better?

One of his hands slid down my right thigh. Even with cloth separating our skin it left a burning trail. His hand stopped when he reached the hem of my shirt. For a moment his hand rested there and I wondered, even through the haze in my head, if he was going to stop.

He didn't and he pushed his hand under my shirt again. But this time his hand stopped at the top of my shorts. He pulled on them and I vaguely realized he was pulling them down my legs. Something in me told me I had to stop this. But I couldn't move; I could barely hold my head up. Whatever compulsion brought me here was now holding me down.

Not that I cared.

The shorts came down to my knees when Sasuke touched my leg again. He lifted it up high, and my shorts slid lower. He gave a final tug and they went past my foot and were off almost completely; they still hung on my left leg. But he didn't paid this any heed as he hooked an arm under me and lifted me up off my feet and pinned me to the tree. He bent both of my legs, locking them at his sides. Something did seem wrong at that moment, but I didn't put up any resistance. I simply didn't care.

Until the pain came. I was use to pain, being a Ninja, but this still hurt me a lot. But usually my dreams were pain-free. I moaned softly, trying in vain to get away. But my body wouldn't obey me.

"You're all right, Sakura," said Sasuke softly, touching my hair comfortingly. "Shh, you'll be okay. It'll be over soon…"

It was crazy to use 'Sasuke' and 'comfort' in the same sentence, but that's how it was. He was trying to comfort me from the pain.

Then he was moving against me. It felt so weird to me. But he was right; the pain ebbed away and was replaced by hot lava. I'd never felt anything like this before, but it was the strongest feeling I was feeling. Stronger than the doubt and the weariness. I couldn't control it; it felt too good.

My strength seemed to be returning, as I could finally move my limbs. But all I could was wrap my arms and legs around him, my head arching against the tree, as the sensations grew higher.

Sasuke seemed just as influenced by all this as I was. His head was tucked into my shoulder and his breath grew ragged and heavy as he moved faster. I hoped he was feeling what I had been feeling.

Suddenly, it all seemed to end. I let out a soft cry as the sensations reached a peak; I'm sure if it were reality I would've screamed. As I sagged against the tree, my strength now nonexistent, Sasuke stilled against me and groaned.

I felt like I couldn't breathe on my own. My eyelids were so heavy I couldn't even keep them open. I immediately felt the disdain of him drawing away from me. I felt empty and my body cold. But he didn't go completely away. I felt him lift me into his arms and lay me down on the cool grass. Then he left my side and approached the lake. I thought I heard a soft splash, but the darkness was surrounding me. It felt like I was about to sleep.

But I was already asleep…