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000

Will I make it through
This treacherous situation
I'm living my life
Surrounded by temptation
I'm addicted
I'm giving in to you
I'm addicted
I need another hit of you

"The Addict, by Papa Roach"

000

Chapter 1:

~Meticulous Me~

000

"All men are tempted. There is no man that lives that can't be broken down, provided it is the right temptation, put in the right spot."-Henry Ward Beecher

000

Sasuke leaned up against the wall of the restaurant for a smoke. He knew it was a bad habit, a pretentiously dangerous one at that; but his negligence to his body's management was not one of the biggest concerns to him. The rush always seemed to calm him when he was on the edge of a breakdown and he wouldn't trade his little pack of wonders for the world. As long as the outside looked good, who cared what was going on inside him?

Darkness had already began to spread through the small village, and he watched with some sort of odd satisfaction as the puff of grey smoke filled the night air above him. He inhaled deeply, enjoying the tingle and soon following that the burn, knowing his lungs were screaming at him to stop.

He didn't.

He always enjoyed being high, but knew better than to do so in the presence of others. The temptation was great, but he still had some of his morals. One more breath, and then he pitched the blunt to the ground, smashing it into the pavement with his foot.

He sighed and turned back to face the diner, indecisive on whether he should stay for another drink. It was his favorite restaurant, as it had all of the beverages an alcoholic like himself could ever wish for. And what made it better was that he knew he wouldn't have to pay for anything; the drinks were constantly purchased for him. It was if the women couldn't resist.

He smirked at the thought. He was, in fact, a sex machine, one that shouldn't be tampered with, unless of course, you wanted a good time.

The doors to the place burst open, and a petite red-headed waitress came rushing out. He remembered her staring at him the whole time he was inside; he had thought she was cute. Upon seeing him, she blushed and stopped in her tracks.

He smiled, meeting her gaze. "Can I help you?"

She gushed and fidgeted, nervously twirling a piece of hair around her perfectly manicured finger. "Umm, you left a wad of cash on the t-table." She spoke so quietly, he almost didn't catch it.

"Uh..." She thrust the huge amount of money towards him when he didn't say anything. "Here."

Though a small amount of fog was covering his brain from the weed, he was able to take the few steps towards the timid young woman. He reached out as if to take the money from her, but only let his fingers brush the top of her hand.

"But I left this for you," He answered. "It's a tip."

Her face almost grew as crimson as her hair from the contact. "N-No sir, this is way too much money for a t-t-tip..."

He shrugged and winked at her. "This is a fabulous place. I only tipped the amount I felt was worthy."

She kicked up some dust with her shoes and still persisted to hand him the money. "Umm, please take it."

He stared at her for a moment before taking a finger and pushing the wad closer to her. "Why do you keep insisting on giving this back to me? I don't want it."

"I will not be giving you anything special for this money, sir!" She shouted, her form shaking.

The comment took him off guard; he hadn't expected that. The Uchiha's were a very rich family, it was only natural for him to want to spend. He really had no sense for the value of a dollar, nor did he care. He would forever receive what he desired, but he would never force another person to give it to him. He didn't need to be aggressive with people; he had other ways.

He tilted his head slightly and touched the girl's shoulder. "Hey, listen," He spoke softly as so not to scare her. "I only wanted to spend a little extra tonight. I don't expect any services from you, okay?"

She was quiet, but nodded slowly.

"If you think the money is too much, then I will take it back. Will that make you feel better?"

"Well, if you're sure it wasn't for something else-"

"It's not."

"Then...I suppose I'll keep it." She let out a sigh of relief and he resumed leaning against the cool brick of the building. He was definitely not going back inside.

"Fine with me."

He waited for her to leave, but she didn't, only continued to stand there and look nervous.

"What?" He asked, trying to keep the annoyance from flooding his tone.

"Uh, s-sorry for the trouble..." She mumbled.

"No problem."

"And, um, thank you..."

"Don't worry about it."

She took a deep breath and turned away, stood still as if she was contemplating on returning to talk with him again, but then walked briskly back into the diner/bar.

He knew it was rude to wish that people would vanish, but that woman was really beginning to get on his last nerve.

So, taking another smoke out of his pocket, he decided to leave before she thought about returning.

He took a back way, one that he seldom crossed, hoping that by taking this little shortcut he could reach his destination faster.

He knew allies were a dangerous place a night time, especially around a bar, but something was telling him that he should take this path.

He shrugged it off as nothing, considering he knew it was most likely the drugs pinpointing him in this direction. As long as he got home, none of it mattered to him. It's not like he was looking for trouble; he just sort of attracted it. He was a magnet of solitude and yet called out for attention.

As if on cue, a group of three men turned around the corner at the end of the alley. Sasuke thought nothing, except that he could hear them talking, and let the mist cloud his brain and fry the cells. He pressed on forward without looking up once.

Before their paths could cross, he was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. Finally letting his eyes drift up, he caught the penetrating gaze of Neji Hyuuga. His eyes were white and burning, like fire, just looking into them gave Sasuke the delicious feeling of being high. He smirked.

"Hello, Hyuuga."

"Uchiha." Neji inquired before taking Sasuke's hand and lifting it to his mouth so that he could take a long drag from the blunt.

Sasuke watched as he inhaled and exhaled, the same look of satisfaction on his face that he surely displayed at the moment.

"How are you?" Sasuke asked before bringing the smoke back to his own lips. He knew he shouldn't have many more. His vision was already starting to blur; one more inhale and he would leap over into the pit of night.

"I've been better." Was the answer he received from the headstrong male. Sasuke chuckled and handed the drug over to the awaiting Neji.

He watched Neji flick the still burning bud to the ground, blowing the smoke to the side of him, as he secretly admired his attributes while the darkness shaded the direction of his eyes. Neji was built, and handsome; his long, flowing, chocolate hair contrasting beautifully with his pale skin. His angelic orbs were probably the most defining quality about him; despite their kind, pure color, they were filled with evil, deep pools of the finest sin. Neji hardly ever exposed what he was feeling, though Sasuke had been aware for the longest time that the wealthy Hyuuga had had a crush on him, although he knew that he would never admit it.

At least, in public.

So here they were: Alone, except for the two thick idiots that Neji had brought along with him, nobody else was here to see.

Their eyes locked, and Sasuke decided to test the waters.

"And what is your definition of better?" Sasuke questioned, fingering the buttons on Neji's shirt.

Neji's eyes shifted to the idle pace of his wandering fingers. "I wonder, what you are thinking, Uchiha?"

"You tell me."

Neji growled and roughly grabbed his hair, yanking his head upwards to crush their lips together. Sasuke pushed open Neji's mouth with his tongue and was rewarded with a strangled moan as their tongues twisted and turned together, the sweet fragrance of weed still staining their breath.

The waters were boiling.

The two behind them chuckled. "Dude, they are totally buzzed."

But the fact was that they weren't. Both Sasuke and Neji knew of their surroundings as they ended up crushed against the smooth wall of cinder block that Sasuke knew so well. Neji's kisses grew more demanding, and Sasuke could feel the other's erection pressing through his jeans. His eyes shot open like someone had pulled a trigger and he pushed away.

"Enough." Sasuke ordered, placing his arms up to keep Neji at bay.

Both of their breaths were ragged and shallow filling in the silence of the night around them. Neji's eyes were wide with shock at his words while his hands still held onto Sasuke's arms, and Sasuke was finding it more and more difficult to pull away from the strong grip.

"Enough?" Neji whispered.

Sasuke nodded, trying to maneuver out of Neji's grasp as he did so. His heart was pounding. "I have to go..." He murmured softly.

The act did not work and he was slammed back into the wall, chips of the hard brick flaking off and falling into his hair from the force of it. He groaned in pain.

"You have to go...and leave me so unsatisfied?" Neji hissed into his ear.

The world spun slightly, but Sasuke managed not to slip into the murkiness of his mind. The emptiness in his pockets where he would reach to at times like this was uninviting; he suddenly wished he had another smoke.

"I could take you right here, right now." Neji threatened. "And you'd enjoy it."

Sasuke smiled. Neji didn't have the balls to rape him, even if it was in a dark secluded alley. It wouldn't be good for his reputation if it got out, and by the look in his blazing eyes, he knew it too. All he wanted was to seduce Sasuke into going home and sleeping with him.

And it wouldn't work.

Although, Sasuke had to admit, the little rapist facade was fucking sexy as hell.

Sasuke let out a fake moan, enjoying the dumbfounded expression he received from the Hyuuga. He pulled him closer until their groins were touching, and placed his lips to the other's neck, sucking gently. "Do it, Neji."

Neji gasped. "W-What?"

Sasuke sighed and pressed feather light kisses to Neji's jaw. "Take me; I want you to. Here. Now."

He could feel Neji's nervous swallow. "But-"

"Scared?"

"Fuck you, Uchiha."

"Well, if you insist."

Sasuke grabbed the back of Neji's neck and locked him into a kiss, forcing his mouth open and claiming every part of it that his tongue touched. The Hyuuga didn't resist; Sasuke had no doubt that he would, as they continued this forbidden yet luscious dance.

With a swift motion, Sasuke was turned around and his hands met the wall. His head was still swimming from the kiss as he looked down to see Neji's hands removing his belt.

This was not as he planned.

"Wait, wait-" He couldn't breathe as he felt Neji's hands slip down his pants, the belt thrown to the ground with a sharp clang as it hit the asphalt beneath them.

It was all going so fast.

He was affixed between Neji's body and the wall, unable to move with him pressed so tightly against him, his hands also wrapped strongly around Sasuke's waist. He could feel Neji's knee forcing his legs apart from behind.

"Are you scared, Uchiha?" Came the sinister and mocking tone from behind. He shivered at the feel of Neji's hair tickling his ear. His arduous breathing cascaded down Sasuke's neck leaving goose bumps in its wake.

Sasuke's breath hitched and he arched backward as Neji ran a slender finger over his length. He grit his teeth in a pathetic attempt to keep himself from getting turn on.

It didn't work.

"You want this." Neji disclosed proudly. Sasuke retched at the thought of how big his ego was growing, however, he knew he was right.

"And...if I do?" The words came out slow as Sasuke tried not to focus at the jolts of pleasure shooting up his body at Neji's touch.

All he receive in return was a soft groan of approval as Neji began to slide his hands underneath Sasuke's shirt.

By this time Sasuke had already made up his mind that he was going to have sex with Neji Hyuuga in the desolate alley way. He gave up, allowing the sensations to rock his body back and forth, he was quiet about nothing, making sure each moan, each sigh, was twice as loud as it should be.

"You're...going to...regret this..." Sasuke rasped out.

"Oh yeah?"

Sasuke rested his head on Neji's broad shoulder, and smirked at him. "I can't wait to see this on the front page, tomorrow."

Neji snorted. "Who's going to know?"

Sasuke let his gaze wander to the two men standing close behind them. They stood petrified, their eyes as round as saucers, their mouth's slightly hanging ajar.

A deadly silence came over the Hyuuga, and Sasuke could feel his muscles tense.

"You really think they'll keep full blown sex a secret?" Sasuke whispered tauntingly. "You'll be lucky if this doesn't get out."

"They won't say a word." Neji said, his voice cracking. It sounded as if he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.

Sasuke laughed. "We'll see."

With a snarl, Neji released him from the terrifying binds and marched over to the two frozen sidekicks.

"Stop standing there like a bunch of idiots!" He shouted as he pushed them, effectively breaking their trans that was on Sasuke as he picked up his belt from the ground.

"Let's get out of here." Neji commanded after making sure that he had full attention over his groupies. He took two long strides back up to Sasuke and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up until they were face to face.

"This isn't over, Uchiha." He promised, venom flowing out through his words. The glint in his eyes was menacing, creating the sense that Sasuke should be afraid.

He was not.

"I wouldn't wish it to be." Sasuke flashed him a crooked grin and Neji released him, scowling, and didn't look back once as he made his way down the alley.

Sasuke sighed and took a moment to catch his breath and check his watch. It was four in the morning, and he knew that his mom must literally be going crazy with worry. The fact that he was eighteen didn't seem to matter; she made it clear when he graduated that he would always and forever be her baby boy.

His dad, on the other hand, couldn't care less where he was or what he did. Fugaku gave up on him when his grades took a nosedive his freshman year at high school, and he didn't stop failing until he made new friends.

Drugs.

He didn't know why they seemed to help him, but they did. His grades were never perfect, as his father managed to squeeze out of Itachi his whole life, but somehow the drugs put an ease on the world of school and Sasuke was able to get by.

He graduated as a nothing; the teachers were just happy that they didn't have to deal with his attitude and girl attraction skills for another year. His mom and Itachi attended, but his father did not. He remembered having that butterflies in your stomach feeling when he strode onstage and grasped onto his diploma as an uproar from his classmates began ringing through his ears.

He was happy.

But then he looked into the crowd of people and didn't see the person he wanted to see most. His father, the person he had been trying to impress, looked up to his whole life, was not there. The feeling of happiness went away as quickly as it came.

He felt as if he stopped caring about what his father thought when he hit his teen years; he would kill himself trying to impress Fugaku when he was a child as a common need to want his father's approval and acceptance.

Which he never received.

So he stopped trying, stopped caring, and allowed his father to continue on being the heartless bastard he wanted to be, all the while forcing Itachi to follow in his god forsaken footsteps.

And of course Itachi wouldn't understand him either. He was a golden boy, perfect in every aspect of his being and character. He's going to be something one day, the neighbors would excited tell his mother. Such a great man, others would croon. And Itachi sucked it all in like a sponge and then craved more.

It sickened him.

Sasuke fingered the cell phone in his back pocket, considering the possibility of calling his mother. He truly loved his mom, and he hated worrying her. His mother was the best part of his childhood after Itachi got lost in the attention that the public rewarded him with. She was the only one that treated him and his brother as equals, even though he was nowhere near as special as Itachi. He would do anything for her, no matter how silly the request because she was the one he loved the most.

They tell you not to pick and choose favorites.

But that's just too damn bad.

Finally deciding, he pulled out the phone and dialed the number to his house. He ran a hand through his hair as it rang. He never knew what it was about the ringing of a phone that unnerved him. Maybe it was the fact that he never knew who was going to be on the other end when it stopped.

"Hello?"

Relief. "Mom."

"Sasuke?" She sounded groggy. Now he felt bad for waking her.

"Yeah."

"My god, I was so worried! Dear, I swear you will be the end of me. Where in the heck are you?"

"Out."

She huffed. "Well, please get home soon. It's dangerous outside at this time of night, you know that."

"Mom, I'm eighteen."

"I know, I know, but it's really late..."

He smiled. "I just called to tell you that I'm on my way."

A sigh. "Oh, good."

She was silent for a moment before asking. "Are you...okay?"

"I'm fine. Are you okay?"

He knew that she understood his meaning. Fugaku could be abusive at times, especially when he and Itachi weren't there to stick up for their mother. Sasuke couldn't fathom why she hadn't left him yet, but when he ever asked she would simply shrug and state that love could do strange things to people.

And he remembered his answer to her after she spoke those words to him. "If turning into a monster in front of my wife and children is the definition of love, than I want to take no part in having it."

And it was the truth. Because of his fear that he would become as his dad, he hadn't had a steady relationship with a girl since he was in elementary school. But even that didn't really count; they were only naive little children.

"Of course I am, sweetheart. Of course." She murmured into the phone quietly.

"Is Itachi there?"

Silence.

"I'll be there soon."

"I love you, Sasuke."

"You too."

He clicked the phone shut and placed it back into his pocket, quickening his walking pace so that he could get home faster. He was exhausted and slightly tipsy from the drinks he had consumed earlier, but most of all did not trust his father alone with his mom. He always took advantage of her kindness when no one was there to stop him, and if he didn't get what he wanted, he would take it by force.

To many a time did Sasuke come home to see his mother being thrown across the room, fresh purple splotches covering her cheeks and arms, his father so drunk that he wouldn't even remember beating her when he woke up. And then his mom would treat the situation like nothing, smiling at him in the morning and cooking him breakfast all the while knowing that he could have killed her the night before.

Sasuke clenched his fists and turned the corner onto the street. Except for the occasional car that passed by, it was empty and quiet. The only sound he could hear was the insane beating of his own heart. The street lamp flickered when he passed as if it could feel the anger that radiated off of him and was affected by it. The many stores and shops had no lights on, the "Closed" sign hanging ominously in the window frame. The Uchiha mansion wasn't that far from here, and yet it seemed like miles until he would reach it.

"Let me go!"

The scream had no affect on him as he presumed it was his insanity playing with the strings of his mind, so he kept on walking.

"NO!"

But when he heard it the second time, he stopped, his curiosity making him wonder where it was coming from, and why the person sounded like they were in distress.

He was still, waiting for it to penetrate the silence once more, but it did not. He shook off the feeling of confusion and continued walking.

"Somebody help me!"

He hesitated. It sounded like a female's voice, coming from the alley, or in his case back the way he came.

"Please!"

It was none of his business.

Sasuke was not one to put himself into the center of trouble. He was like a piece of scenery, only good for the background, meant to stay out of everyone's way. Just look pretty and do nothing else of value; that was him.

"It's not my problem." He said aloud, hoping that hearing it would make him feel better.

He promised his mom that he would be home soon.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"

He wondered why the screams were so loud. What was happening to that poor person? Who would help her? Was it his duty?

The answer was no.

It was not his duty.

He went stiff.

"Stop it, Fukagu! The children will see!"

"Fuck them. It's you and me right now, baby."

"God, please stop this! You're hurting me!"

He had been seven the day he and Itachi saw their mother raped.

He hadn't been able to do anything.

Before thinking twice, he turned on his heels and sprinted back the way he came.

He hoped he wasn't too late.

000

"I told you, Ino. I didn't want to come here." Sakura whispered to her blond friend harshly as they entered the bar. Ino scowled and flipped her long locks over her shoulder.

"Oh hush, and have some fun will you? We're only eighteen once."

Sakura looked nervously around the place. There wasn't many people, considering how late it was, but the idea of being in a bar underage scared her to no end.

She didn't even like to drink. The whole concept of alcohol was some kind of vexatious brat to her. She hated the idea of letting yourself go in front of others, hooking up in public places, and overall acting like a complete idiot and allowing your best friend to drag you out of the house for a night of partying.

She knew she shouldn't have told Ino that her parents were out of town. The second the cat was out of the bag, Ino was at her house demanding that she get dressed so that they could have some girl time. Well, drinking and acting like a complete fool was not Sakura's definition of girl time.

"This is ridiculous." She persisted in telling Ino after the prissy blond put in their orders for food and drinks. "What if we get caught?"

Ino waved her hand through the air as if she was swatting a fly. "Oh, who cares? And shut up, we're twenty-one tonight remember?" She winked and Sakura slapped her forehead.

Who knows? This could be great! Inner Sakura chimed in unexpectedly.

Hush. She told herself. This is a bad idea, and nothing more than that.

The drinks came no sooner than a few minutes, and Ino raised her glass, a huge grinned plastered across her features.

"To luck." She declared.

"Yeah, sure."

Sakura unenthusiastically tapped her glass to Ino's and then took a sip of the strong liquid while Ino finished hers in one gulp.

"Ah, the burn." Ino purred. "I love it."

Sakura shrugged and gradually sipped her drink until the glass was half empty. She pushed the rest forward. "That's it for me."

Ino choked and Sakura watched in slight amusement on how she tried to get a hold of herself before the most likely expensive beverage was spit everywhere.

After she swallowed, she slammed her fist down on the table. "What? I don't think so! I brought you here to have a good time, and even if it kills me, you are going to drink more than one!"

Sakura shook her head and blushed when she saw the people who sat behind them turn to look at the commotion Ino was creating. "Someone has to drive you home, Ino. And you've already had two." Sakura explained calmly.

Ino laughed. "WhatEVER. We'll call a taxi or something." She pushed Sakura's drink forward. "Now drink it, or I'll force you too."

Sakura sighed and picked up the drink once more. Maybe, she thought, if she waited long enough, Ino would get so drunk that she would just forget about the whole alcohol thing.

"DRINK IT!"

But that was doubtful.

So she drank the remainder of what was in the glass, appeasing Ino for the time being. She gave permission to her eyes to wander from face to face in the bar, when the front door slammed open, instantly absorbing hers and Ino's attention.

Three men marched in and collapsed at a table, the one in the middle shouting at the waitress for drinks. She watched, knowing that she shouldn't stare because it was rude and very unattractive, but did it anyway.

Her eyes lingered on the man with dark brunette hair, and couldn't help but notice that he was...more or less...hot.

"Someone's got an attitude problem." Ino snorted as she reached for another cup, trying to be conspicuous about jerking her head in the direction of the handsome man.

She wasn't.

Sakura chuckled and watched intently as the man received his drinks, without saying a word to the waitress for his rude behavior, and began to chug them down. The two guys with him said nothing and drank nothing, they only sat there looking very uncomfortable. As for the main man, he looked like a mad dog, which made a cold chill run up Sakura's spine. What was most enthralling were his eyes. They were pure white, though she doubted he was pure himself, and made him seem even more dangerous. There wasn't something right about him, and she suddenly wished she hadn't come here at all.

"Ino," She said looking to the clock above the diner's counter. "It's almost four 'o'clock. Let's get out of here."

Ino pushed two little shot glasses in front of her. "No. You. Drink." She slurred.

"No, Ino."

"DO YOU WANT ME TO YELL?" She yelled.

The man turned and looked causing Sakura to fidget in her seat. She smiled at Ino and took the drinks. "Of course not." She grounded out through clenched teeth. She chugged the first one down. "Look, I'm drinking them. You see?"

Ino clapped and continued her parade of alcohol fun. "The other one too, pinkie!" She demanded as she took three more shots of her own.

Sakura could sense her head spin from the intake. She was never a big drinker. The most she ever had was one glass of wine, and now she couldn't even remember how many shots she had drained down.

She twitched, the semblance of someone's eyes still on her, and she turned, the man still staring at her, glass in hand. A shattering sound filled her ears and her eyes widened to see that the man's glass was now in fragments all over his table, the liquid that once filled it all over him and the floor. His friends rushed to give him a napkin, though he didn't seem to care; he was simply gazing at his hand as blood started to flow from two huge gashes. He seemed fascinated by it.

Her mouth dropped and he caught the action, sneering. Upon seeing him smirk at her horror, she downed the rest of her drinks in one draft, now feeling the need to be as drunk as Ino.

It was as if he had loved the sight of his own blood.

She shuddered and looked up, shocked to realize that Ino was no longer sitting across from her at the table. She sighed in frustration and spied around, but saw nothing, and couldn't help but wonder why she didn't see her get up.

It was just her luck that Ino probably saw and followed a man out of the bar and she would have to go find her later. Or even worse, Ino might have tried to drive away with the guy, and they were both drunk.

What did either of those scenarios equal?

Disaster.

She stood up, setting a tip on the table, and was about to leave when a waitress waltzed up to her table with a bottle of red wine.

"Oh, no. I didn't order this." Sakura tried to explain through her slurring words.

The waitress laughed and handed her the brand name bottle anyway. "No, miss. This was ordered for you."

Sakura's first thought: Damnit, Ino-Pig.

"It was that man over there." The waitress pointed to the white eyed male. He was staring at them intently.

Second thought: Shit.

"Well, I'm sorry but I'm leaving now." She declared, perhaps a little too loudly, and marched out the backdoor of the place, making sure to leave the drink on the table.

She stumbled out the back door and found herself in an alley way. It looked gross and deserted, as most places would be at four in the morning. Her eyes fell upon a dumpster and her stomach twisted from the smell that it was giving out. Was there a dead animal in there?

She walked no more than five steps before her stomach lurched and she ended up emptying herself all over the ground next to the filthy dumpster. She knew it was coming, and that was exactly what she deserved for drinking.

Yeah, but it was worth it! Screamed Inner Sakura.

"Ugh..." She dragged the back of her hand across her mouth and started down the lonely alley, creating an elaborate plan to find a ride home and be safe in bed by no later than four fifteen.

She doubted it already, and assumed it was her drunken part thinking stupidly.

Her head was pounding and she tripped once, catching herself on the side of the building before her face met the jagged ground. The world was turning too fast.

"You didn't want the drink?"

She spun around, nearly falling flat on her ass when she did so, and saw the man from inside the diner. The other two men stood behind him, like they were his body guards. Maybe they were his body guards. She didn't care.

"I'm going home." She pointed down the alley.

"So soon?" He questioned, taking a step closer.

She backed away, nervous about the look in his eyes. She didn't like it and her gut was telling her to run.

"Umm, yeah. It's really late..." She whispered.

He nodded as if understanding. "Would you like a ride home?"

He has no car. Inner says. He marched in angry, with looks that could kill.

Don't be a dumb broad. Walk away.

"No thanks, I'm fine." She smiled.

He smiled too. "That's too bad."

She turned, and wished she hadn't. She was spun around by the other two men, each one had hold of one of her arms. She struggled in their grasp.

Scream.

"Let me go!" She hollered, her throat burning from the force of her scream.

"You see," The cold-eyed man spoke softly. "I have a problem that was caused by an earlier incident. I want you to help me."

Sakura tried to pull away from the other two, but their strength topped hers tenfold. "I can't help you with anything, really. I have to get home, or-"

The sound of a zipper made her throat close and any thought of making a noise was impossible. He was unzipping his pants. The man with the white eyes was going to defile her, right here in a alley, and his friends were going to help.

These things only happen in movies, she told herself. Not in real life. Not to me.

"NO!" She hollered and kicked. Her attackers continued to hold her back adequately.

"Are you sure, Neji?" One asked. "She might tell..."

Now knowing him as Neji, she bit back her tears and was prepared to beg. His pants were all the way open now, giving her a perfect view of his erection through his underwear.

"Neji," She begged. "I know that you don't know me but," The tears fell shamelessly. "Please don't do this to me."

Neji roughly grabbed her chin, causing her to wince. "I'm sorry dear, but I think you're confusing me with someone who actually cares about your well being."

She didn't know if it was shock or just plain fear, but for some reason when they were removing her shirt, she said nothing, didn't move at all, just stood totally petrified and unmoving.

But it when he went for the pants, it seemed to snap her out of her trans. She thrashed will all of the force she could muster, causing the two holding her down to have to work together to keep her still. When she couldn't move she screamed like there was no tomorrow.

And for her, there might not have been.

"Somebody help me!" She shrieked as the pinned her to the ground, Neji ripping off her jeans in the process.

"Shut the bitch up." He hissed to the other two.

"But, Neji-" The other two complained. They looked scared

"Fucking do it!" Neji screamed, kneeling to the ground next to her.

She focused her pleading gaze upon them both. "You don't have to do this. I know you two are good men, and-"

Her head snapped back from the force of Neji's hit. She was seeing stars, and not the kind you wish upon.

"I have to do everything myself, don't I?" He growled before pulling out his member from his boxers.

Sakura looked to the others. "Please!"

They were silent, and didn't move. "We're sorry about this..." One whispered.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" She screamed, using the last remainder of her available breath.

Neji reeled back and punched her again, drawing blood from her lip and nose. She moaned in agony and her head lolled from side to side from the force of it. She couldn't help but speculate if they would leave her alive when they were done raping her. Would she at least be able to go home? If she continued to fight, would Neji kill her out of spite? He obviously wasn't afraid to rape her, and as far as she was concerned, death wasn't that far from being humiliated in the worst way.

"Please," She tried again as he began fiddling with her bra. "Please, don't-"

She immediately shut up when he pulled out a pocket knife. Now she knew for sure: She would be taken, her virginity must not mean anything to this man, but maybe, if she went along with his incredulous and horrific demands, her life might.

Her heart clenched as he cut off her bra and she began to sob uncontrollably. She was sure that they were all looking at her. She was exposed and helpless.

Was there no one that would help her?

"Now, you just stay quiet, and I won't kill you, alright sweetie?" Neji smiled as if he had a heart before leaning in to press his lips to hers.

She did nothing when he licked the blood from her wound, and tried to control her sobbing when he pulled her face to his and forcefully shoved his disgusting tongue into her mouth.

He smelled of alcohol and drugs, she thought when he put his hands on her breasts, touching her in every way that she had dreamed of being touched by her soul mate. But this was repulsive and unwanted. She hated herself for not being strong enough to fight back.

You tried. Inner said. You tried, and that's good enough. You'll be okay.

Her head was still spinning from the alcohol when he started at her panties. She couldn't help it; she cried out in fear.

Another slap was dealt to her and she coughed up blood and watched as it overflowed from her mouth and onto the ground.

She had never known the definition of cruelty before.

She knew it now.

Her eyes stood still with Neji's.

She hated this man.

Before she had the time to think, she said it. "Fuck you." She seethed.

His eyes seemed to glint in surprise and satisfaction. It was not the reaction she had hoped for.

"If you insist." He replied with a smirk.

She exhaled as he seized her once again, this time ready. She was ready for it to be over with. She was ready for the pain and she was ready to hate this man for the rest of her life.

She was so prepared.

But the despicable act never occurred, because Neji froze. His eyes were fixated on something behind her.

She turned as well, and a surge of hope swelled through her entire being.

"Neji, you dirty, little punk." Came a voice as smooth as silk.

He was an angel.

But the question was...

...was he a fallen one?

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It infuriated him.

It was as if the same scene playing before him like when he was a child. His mother was screaming, crying for help and he was able to do nothing but watch and cry with her when it was all over. He recalled her sobbing and rocking him in her arms once Fukagu had left the house. She was trying to calm him down when it was her that was in pain and suffering.

He would not stand by and watch that happen to another innocent being.

He could see the new girl of Neji's torment. She had bright pink hair and tear streaked eyes. They were an emerald green; alluring and beautiful. She was already almost completely exposed, except for her underwear, everything else had been torn away from her body as if it were trash.

What made his eyes turn red and swirl was the fact that there was more than one of them; the other two shitheads from before were holding her down while Neji took her as he pleased. The poor girl didn't even stand a chance.

Neji froze at the sight of him, and the girl turned as well; that's when he was blessed with the first shot of her eyes. He couldn't help but admire her beauty.

She looked so relieved to see him, as if he were her savior or somebody really important. He thought of laughing. He was a nobody, and here this girl must consider him a hero.

But instead he tried to calm himself so that he wouldn't go crazy with anger. Neji always knew how to press all his buttons. Whether it be sexually, anger, or perhaps devastation, he knew them all. Sasuke had no idea why or how, but he did.

So he had to be careful.

"Neji, you dirty, little punk." He chided like he was a small child. "Couldn't get enough of me, so you had to harass this innocent girl?"

The two bozos that were the sidekicks in crime released the girl and scurried to the other side of the alley way.

Good. They weren't complete bozos.

"Uchiha. Leave." Neji spat out.

The girl cowered away from his gaze and tried desperately to cover herself. She shot another pleading look to Sasuke. His heart almost gave out when she blinked those eyes at him and fresh tears fell down her cheeks.

That's when he noticed, her cheeks were bruised, her lips bleeding. Her right eye was black and nearly swollen shut. He sucked in a deep breath.

They beat her.

He smirked. "Let her go, Hyuuga. You know it's not what you want."

Neji growled. "You didn't give me what I wanted." He grinned sadistically, and placed a tiny pocket knife at the girl's throat. She whimpered. "I want you to tell this girl that it's your fault she's about to get raped or I'll slit her throat." Neji ordered.

Sasuke scoffed. "You don't have the balls."

"Jesus!" The girl exclaimed. "Do you want him to fucking kill me?"

Sasuke raised an eyebrow. Hmm... She speaks... She had an odd sense of humor as well. If he wasn't concerned for her safety, he might have chuckled.

Sasuke shook his head. "Tsk. Tsk. Neji. You know it's me you want. Just let the girl go, walk away, and I promise you that I won't tell my father to lock you up."

Neji let out a fake laugh. "Your dad can't do shit to me. He's a worthless drunk who beats his woman."

Beep. Button pushed.

"That may be," Sasuke whispered. "But he can still throw your ass in jail."

Neji looked amused. He twirled a piece of the girl's hair around his finger and she squinted her eyes tightly shut. "For what? Rape? I hear he does that to your mom all the time."

Beep.

Sasuke's eyes flared.

"Whoops," Neji feigned guilt. "Did I hit a nerve Sasuke-kun?"

Beep.

"Why don't we make a deal?" Sasuke suggested before his top officially blew off. His whole body was quivering with that pent up rage he never dealt with or got help for, and he knew that if Neji uttered one more word about his family, then he would explode.

Neji cocked his head to one side. "What kind of deal?"

Sasuke sighed and walked towards them until he was a foot away from the Hyuuga. At least he was willing to hear him out.

"You let her go. I let you walk without worry of being thrown into jail with all of those butt-fuck buddies you would appreciate too well."

Neji raised an eyebrow, smiling slightly. "And?"

Sasuke licked his lips. "And," He held Neji's gaze firm. "You get me. Tomorrow night, as long as you want, whatever you want to do. Because-" He winked. "I know I'm the one you're truly after. And won't waiting until tomorrow just...intensify the pleasure?"

It was silent. He could tell Neji was thinking about the deal. He only hoped he would take it, because he had nothing more to offer. Sasuke had always been the kind of person to fight with his words. He was that strong, but when it came to sticky situations, usually he would be the winner in the end.

He looked back to the girl; she was terrified. His only wish was to save her. He didn't want her to go through the horrors he remembered as a child. Rape was a sickening act.

Neji slowly slipped the knife back into his pocket, pulling up his jeans at the same time and stood, causing a wash of relief to cross the girl's face. She instantly started to gather her clothes and slip on what she could salvage.

"You're on, Uchiha." Neji whispered huskily, before marching up to him, their faces now only inches apart.

Sasuke was mesmerized by his lips and Neji leaned in, but missed what Sasuke presumed he was going for, and instead placed his mouth right by his ear.

"Don't think you'll get out of this one, Uchiha. I'm holding you to it." He murmured low so only Sasuke could understand it as his cold breath brushed his ear lobe.

"Of course." Sasuke answered.

"And," Neji continued. "Don't think I'll be going easy on you. Tomorrow, you're all mine."

"As promised." Sasuke spoke clearly as Neji pulled back until their lips were mere centimeters apart.

Sasuke leaned forward, having a strange need to taste him again, only to be met with his finger. pressed tightly to his mouth.

"But Sasuke," He exclaimed innocently. "Won't waiting until tomorrow just intensify the pleasure?"

Beep.

He pushed him away, signaling to the guys behind him with two fingers, and after a moment they were all gone.

This left him all alone with the girl.

She was shivering and sitting helplessly on the ground, obviously still in shock about the whole situation. His sympathy went to her.

Shredding his shirt he walked up to her quivering form and placed it on her shoulders. She jumped at the sudden contact.

"You're okay." He whispered, assuring her.

She nodded, obviously aware of that fact.

He placed a hand on her back and gently rubbed, hoping he would somehow soothe her. "We're you at the bar with someone?" He asked.

She nodded. "Yeah, but...she's gone..."

"Need a ride?"

She nodded again.

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell. With only pressing one number he had the Uchiha limo driver on the line.

"I'm at the bar down the road, come pick me up." He shut the phone.

He looked back to her; she hadn't moved an inch.

"Do you have someone waiting for you at home?" He questioned, helping her to her feet.

She shook her head.

"Well," He sighed. "I guess that means you're coming home with me. No exceptions."

She looked up to him and their eyes met. She was crying again. He began to think that maybe he had done something wrong, when she smiled. "Thank you." She sniffed and wiped her eyes.

It was an extraordinary smile.

"No problem."

Silence.

He reached out his hand. "Sasuke."

She shakily placed hers in his own. He squeezed it, loving the warmth.

"My name is Sakura."

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A/N: Well, that's the end of this chapter. I made it really long so you better send me some love and review for that because I was being super uber NICE! :) Hope you liked the 1st chapter of "The Addict". I will be sure to update soon. ;) REVIEW!