Warning. This story is rated M. It involves teen pregnancy (but no rape). If you are uncomfortable with the idea turn away now.

Chapter 1 - Capture

It was a disaster. Not just a disaster but also an unexpected disaster.

Sakura's heavy head lolled back against the cool, stonewalls and her eyes fluttered shut.

The throbbing in her head, though weaker than before, was still ever-present and her eyes burned despite the dimly lit room.

Or was it a corridor?

Sakura wasn't quite sure. The concussion was beginning to subside and she was finally beginning to piece together her surroundings as opposed to just snapshots of the damp, grey ground every time she woke up before passing out again.

Her eyes opened slightly to assess her surroundings, something she should have already done but her concussion was excuse enough.

A metal frame cot, thin sheet, discolored mattress – lay directly to her right, further to that was a small metal toilet and a sink, somewhat covered by a partition.

Wait.

There's a bed in here!?

Motherfucking bastards couldn't be bothered to deposit my sorry, unconscious ass on the bed! Just let me spend, what 3 days? On the cold, fucking floor

Sakura cursed inwardly, but the reality was beginning to settle in. This is what she should have expected from them. Having a bed in itself was a mercy.

Her head rolled against the wall to the left where they leveled with the tall, metal bars spanning the whole wall; a small metal door embedded within it.

The dim light came from a lone bulb flickering weekly somewhere down the corridor past her cell doors. The corridor seemed fairly long, although it felt like she was the only one in there.

Felt from the pure silence, because she couldn't truly feel without use of her chakara and the dumb fuckwits has made sure to seal every last drop of hers.

She brought her wrist to eye-level, her arms heavy with stiffness from sleeping on the floor and the healing bruises. Examining the intricate seals ingrained in her wrists closely, Sakura could only helplessly wish with mind power alone to undo them.

Her hands fell to the floor beside her in resignation and her eyes closed once more as the throbbing became intense again.

How did I end up here? Sakura moaned inwardly for what had to be the 50th time since she woke up.

Her head ached as she attempted to trek back through her memories, and sure enough she couldn't think up a single thing that had triggered this mess. It had all been going smoothly – as it always does before disaster strikes – but it really was an unimportant, low profile mission that had close to zero percent risk probability.

Of course their mission just had to be the outlier.

Tsunade had been sending Sakura on routine missions with medic-nin teams for months now as part of her training. It was standard procedure, 2 medics and 3 normal shinobi. They traveled to distant places high in the mountains or deep in the forest for collection of special medicinal herbs and then they returned. Sometimes it was a research team searching out new specimens and sometimes it was simply to restock.

Sakura had been on more than a few of these so far and there were never any risks. It was why Tsunade had been so willing to let her go. With Naruto off training with Jirayia and Sasuke-kun out attaining eternal power or something of the like, Sakura was stuck in Konoha whilst all her friends were going on team missions and well, doing things.

Tsunade had offered to reassign Sakura to another team, but Sakura had bull-headedly replied "Once a team seven member, always a team seven member".

And so Sakura had spent the time since Naruto's departure as Tsunade's apprentice, with the occasional resupplying mission. It was calm and peaceful, aside from the exuberant letters she received from Naruto and the occasional word on Sasuke-kun's possible location, Sakura was enjoying life just as it was.

Therefore she didn't understand how, a mission that was C-class at best had turned out this way. Tsunade's ANBU squads always checked potential routes beforehand, and pooling together various resources it was only once she had the all-clear she gave the go ahead on a mission.

Either Tsunade's sources were faulty, or the ANBU squad had fucked up, because the route they had taken wasn't clear. Not one bit.

Three days hiking through a mountain had been fine and all, especially when you had no potential of engaging in combat any time soon. Even the three jounin who were essential to the medic-nins support and protection, felt comfortable to take it easy, calling these missions their "vacations". And in no-man's land, where they weren't encroaching on known enemy territory nor any of the five countries, it was easy to get carried away.

Steep mountains, humid climate, rocky banks – Sakura had been prepared for it all. Akatsuki territory on the other hand, not so much. "Caught off-guard" – the term didn't even do it justice. It was closer to a dog being put down in its sleep than to an actual ambush, because in an ambush there was at least opportunity to retaliate.

There was no retaliation.

Low on energy, unprepared and spread out – they were easy meat. Hardly a challenge really, especially considering they had not just stumbled upon a two-man team, but what seemed like a majority of the cursed organization.

Sakura had been crouched by one of the jounin, tears streaming down her face and covered in blood. He had taken fatal damage protecting her and Sakura cried as she poured all her energy, whatever she had and could muster into healing him.

She cried harder as the blood continued to soak her dress, his pulse quickly fading. He was older than the others, older than Kakashi even and he had always been kind to her, had never treated her like a kid and despite being 14 years old had listened to every word she said as if he was speaking to someone of his own age. He always made sure she was warm and fed, and was the first to offer her a hand in steep places.

He was gentle and caring and she was sure he had a family back home. He had mentioned at one stage, that he loved taking these missions because it assured his family he would be home safe.

How cruel was fate. They were never safe. Not in this world.

Even though Sakura knew she had to get up and fight, or more importantly get up and run away before she was noticed Sakura couldn't find the will. She continued to pour her soul into healing the dying man, completely and utterly overwhelmed by her emotions and by the situation.

In hindsight, she probably wouldn't have made it far. Not from them.

Her mind was a haze as she saw footsteps approaching her field of vision; she looked up just barely, her hands never leaving the man beneath her.

She recognized instantly her perpetrator.

The Konoha defector, the Uchiha clan traitor.

Uchiha Itachi.

He held a long blade in his hand, dripping with blood and his eyes held the crimson of the sharingan. The steps he took towards her were slow, purposeful.

Sakura felt as if the small circle of trees surrounding her were closing in on her. She could hear the cries and screams of the remaining members of their small team, a short distance away. She wondered how many were left. If any.

Her eyes focused on the approaching figure, emerald irises glazed over and filled with grief. Her brows were set in firmness, in determination and in resignation. She made no move to leave, she was glued to the ground and to the body she helplessly tried to heal.

He stopped a few paces away from her, and Sakura looked up in slight surprise as to why his sword had yet to descend upon her.

In that moment her eyes locked with his, for just a few seconds so quick she almost missed it, she watched his lips form around the word:

"Run"

But it was too late. For even if she had managed to push the body of her lap, to stand on her fear-frozen limbs and run, it would have been too late.

"Why the pause Uchiha, surely you've killed a child before"

The voice was cold and distinctly feminine, cutting in her speech in a way that sent shivers down Sakura's spine. The woman was beautiful – Sakura didn't even know there had been a female member to Akatsuki – but she held an air about her that would make even the strongest mans balls recede.

"I merely thought, she was different to the others" The Uchiha responded without hesitation and it was the first time Sakura had heard his voice – deep in tenor but smooth and crystal clear, as if there was no doubt whatsoever in the words he was saying.

The female's gaze narrowed, her sharp, grey eyes piercing Sakura with a gaze so intense Sakura broke out in shivers. She looked upon Sakura as if she were worth less than dirt, a disregard so firm in her features that it seemed to question the Uchiha's sanity in the process.

It was only when her gaze fell upon Sakura's hands, which had until this point been non-stop, continually pumping chakara into the body of her fallen comrade, did her expression change.

"I see what you mean" As if those words explained everything, she turned on her heel swiftly, barking an order to the blonde Akatsuki who happened to be passing by her.

"Take the girl"

He seemed to open his mouth in opposition but thought better of it, making his way over to her in three long strides and leveling her with a grin so wide it could only be classified as manic.

"Sorry girlie"

She hardly had time to register his words before she was struck on the head and the world faded to black.

Sakura rubbed her head ruefully, she didn't know much about the sharingan but she did know it could put a person unconscious within seconds, why hadn't the imbeciles thought to ask the Uchiha to do it instead of damaging her pretty little head?

Sakura moaned as stretched out her limbs, attempting feebly to bring herself into a standing position for the first time in days. She moved to a crouch at first, moaning and groaning the whole time before collapsing back into her position slumped against the wall.

She almost fell into slumber when the sound of creaking metal snapped her wide-awake. Her eyes darted to the left in panic; she could hear the door at the far end of the corridor open followed by footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

Sakura instantly feigned a position of sleep, relaxing her limbs and muscles as much as possible so that it looked like she had passed out against the end of the bed.

The figure came to a halt in front of her cell.

"Oh goodie your awake" there was a pause during which a clattering sound echoed around the cell as something was dropped to the floor and was slid into her cell.

Sakura could hear her heart beating in her ears, desperately trying to control her breathing so that she wouldn't give herself away.

The figure stood by the gate for what felt like eternity, before speaking again.

"Or maybe not" he seemed to be talking more to himself now "I'm sure she was in the middle last time" It sounded almost as if he shrugged, the nonchalant tone which he used to regard Sakura almost as if she were a sack of potatoes pissed her off but she remained still, her fear far greater.

"Dead or alive, foods on the floor" he spoke as if to her this time, before spinning on his heel and making back the way he came.

She could hear him muttering to himself as his footsteps receded, just barely able to make out one sentence.

"Maybe the Uchiha bastard should come check on her next time, if she really is dead…"

A day and a half passed before Sakura was visited again and sure enough this time it was the Uchiha. Sakura knew it the second the door at the end of the corridor had opened, knew it from the heavy stillness only broken by slow, purposeful steps echoing cleanly around the room, the gentle scrapping of metal, the soft swish of hair against the flutter of fabric.

Sakura who had been conscious enough now had the ability to perceive all these small details; the aura surrounding the Uchiha was one of a shadow in the night neither seen nor heard but present nonetheless.

He was the true embodiment of Shinobi.

And the fear. Sure it was there, but since being brought there Sakura had already resigned herself to her fate, her worst possible nightmare had already happened and yet somehow she was still living, still there.

And no ounce of fear would change anything.

"Awake" His head tilted slightly to one side as he regarded the form hunched on the bed, her back against the wall and her knees drawn to her chest.

She turned towards him and already from the dark circles under her eyes to purple bruising against her face from where she had been thrust unmercifully onto the ground; already she was a different girl from the one they had brought in.

Her lips parted as if to speak but all that escaped was a sigh as if she thought better of what she wanted to say, instead she turned her head back and rested her undamaged cheek against her knees.

The silence lasted a while, with no element of time-telling in the cells it was hard to gauge how long it lasted. The cell seemed to dissipate around them, narrowed down to only three elements – a tense heaviness, the strong smell of damp and the vast emptiness of the corridor.

Eventually he spoke, voice quieter than usual, deep and clear but almost gentle as if the bearer of bad news.

"They will require you above in two days. Be prepared"

He lingered a moment longer as if anticipating some sort of response from her but when none came he turned away, back down the long corridor that led to some degree of light.

Sakura was still for a long time, tears rolling quietly down her cheeks without her permission. His warning was signal enough. They had a purpose by bringing her here, that much she had figured already, but the truly terrifying part was what use exactly would an evil, terrorist organisation have for someone like her? She was neither great nor powerful, she was not of a limited bloodline nor from some royal family.

There was nothing great about Sakura and that was exactly what scared her the most.

The more Sakura thought the further down the rabbit hole she found herself falling. In attempt to shake herself from such depressive thoughts she rose from her position and reached her toes to the cold ground with view to begin pacing her cell.

It was then she noticed it.

It was small, nondescript but above all clean and that was exactly what set it apart from everything in her cell.

She made her way over to the bars, quietly and carefully as if any wrong move would scare the inanimate item away. With slightly shaky fingers she reached out and picked it up, trepidant as if it may explode in her hands.

A book.

"The adventures of Alice in wonderland"

It was almost as if the next two days never existed.

A/N: Have you guys ever watched 14-year old mother (14 sai no haha)? It's a Japanese drama about a 14-year-old girl who gets pregnant and the troubles she deals with when she decides to keep it – its innocent and beautifully done and I cry like a lil bitch every time I watch it. This story was inspired by it.