Author’s Note: So this is a tentative new story I’m writing, MadaSaku FTW. It’s going to be short if I can help it, I really don’t need another full-blown story on my plate, but this idea just popped up and I couldn’t resist and…ugh. I’m a terrible person. I really know I should be finishing those that I’ve already started…but it was so tempting! And I like it! So there!
Love you guys. <3 You’re so patient with me. I couldn’t have asked for better followers.
Sakura Haruno has always wanted to be a singer, leading her to become the personal assistant of the manager of Ame Recording Label in Los Angeles, California. However, after an encounter with the owner of the label, Madara Uchiha, she finds her world turned up-side down. Madara, one of the most powerful businessmen in the world, desires her and refuses to take no for an answer. When he attempts to fulfill his desire and fails, Sakura is thrown into a dangerous situation that there is little hope of escaping. Madara is a man who does not let go of what he deems his…and Sakura has unintentionally put herself in that category.
Now it’s a game of hide and seek and neither is willing to bend.
Rating: MA (18+)
Warnings: Graphic rape, dub-con, general darkness and psychotic behavior
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto or anything affiliated; all ownership goes to Masashi Kishimoto.
Chapter One: Platinum
“…and when I fall into your arms, we’ll look up at the sky and see the red dawn…the red dawn, our tragedy is done, it’s time to see a new day and we’ll look into the sun, our future is just beginning, it’s another begin-”
“Haruno! Quit your stupid humming and get back to work!”
Sakura Haruno sighed heavily, continuing to hum the tune under her breath—she’d actually been singing before her boss, Kakuzu, had so politely told her to shut up—and stared blankly back into the computer screen.
Kakuzu was pissed because there’d been a mistake in the finances and had ordered her to correct them STAT, even though she wasn’t even in the financing department and had a general lack of skill for the subject. All she could do was dejectedly scroll down the 11-page document, looking for any mishaps and redoing all the math on her trusty calculator. It was millionth time she’d silently thanked Shino for the unwanted 26th birthday gift, which was now not so unwanted.
She worked at the famous Ame Recording Label in Los Angeles, California. She was a singer-gone-secretary, and though she would never admit it, she’d secretly gotten into the position so that maybe one day she could go secretary-gone-singer, as was her initial dream. She’d been singing since she was nine but no luck befell her in the music scene. Oh, people liked her and she had a following—it wasn’t enough to make money, so here she was wishing, waiting, wanting to become big like the famed band Akatsuki had through this company. The label covered many other bands as well, but none were as popular as Akatsuki.
Finally she noticed the glitch that was causing the deficit. She quickly corrected it and then checked with the end result to see if it added up. Kakuzu, being the micromanaging control freak that he was, had already known what the end amount should be and had added it—he just wanted the paperwork to match up because the owner of the label, Madara Uchiha, was flying in from Japan to supervise the venture.
Nobody had not heard of Madara Uchiha. Internationally acclaimed businessman, he had a business of every kind somewhere in the globe—a huge bank in Switzerland, a well-renowned winery in Rome, a multi-million dollar oil company in Saudi Arabia, and a massive weapons manufacturer in Russia, to name a few—and he was still making more. Ame Recording Label had been one of his more recent ventures, founded in 2006, two years before Akatsuki became one of the most popular bands in the world. The band was currently touring in Asia, where they had originated, something of a homecoming tour.
Sakura could only imagine how much money the 41-year-old man had, given that every business made millions in profits every year. She was paid 12.75 an hour. Madara had been named #1 richest man in the world 3 years in a row, making 2013 the fourth year that he would most likely win the title.
Heaving a sigh, Sakura printed the newly-edited document and stood, smoothing down her black pencil skirt before walking across the hall to Kakuzu’s office.
“Sir, here’s the finished document. I was schedule to go home two hours ago. May I leave now?” Sakura didn’t mind sounding snarky to Kakuzu—he didn’t really care what his employees did so long as the label continued to make substantial profit.
Kakuzu didn’t even glance up, motioning for her to place the stapled papers down on the desk. “Go home then. But remember, look your best for tomorrow. Madara will be here at 9am sharp, so make sure you’re in by seven. Make sure the entire place is immaculate or everyone in the company will receive a $1.25 pay dock. Understood?”
Sakura fought back a protest and nodded. “Can I go now?”
Kakuzu finally looked up at her. “Are you sure you can’t do anything with your hair?”
She glared at him, unfazed. “My hair color is natural and I refuse to dye it.”
He shrugged. “Get out of my sight then. Don’t blame me if you get fired, though. There’s no worker’s comp for being laid off because of obnoxious pink hair.” Sakura ignored him and did just what he ordered—leave.
The trek down to her car in the parking garage below the building was thankfully peaceful because everyone else had gone home at five, like she should have. As Sakura took a seat in her small Honda Civic, she rubbed her temples hard to delay the oncoming headache.
She was just pulling out of the garage when her phone rang. Recognizing the specialized ringtone as Ino’s, Sakura quickly picked it up and answered, “What’s up, Pig?”
“Oh my god, Madara Uchiha’s coming to LA tomorrow! What should I wear?”
Sakura made a face at the car that had just cut her off in order to make the red light. “Something extremely slutty. I heard he likes that type of woman.”
“Oh, Forehead. You’ll never learn, will you?” Ino sighed dramatically. “Are you sure you can’t take me to work? I heard he’s visiting your company.”
“Believe it or not, the Uchiha’s coming to LA specifically because of ‘my’ company,” Sakura retorted coolly. “I’m the one who should be worrying about what to wear—except I’m not, because I have a boyfriend and I’m not trying to impress a man who’s out of my league times a billion.”
Sakura could almost hear the scrunching of Ino’s face, almost as much clearly as she could envision it. “You know that he’s a loser, right?”
“James is not a loser, okay?” Sakura knew she didn’t sound all that convinced herself.
“Yeah, and you believe that about as much as you’d believe that I finally got Shikamaru together with Temari.”
“I don’t know why you care so much, anyways,” Sakura replied, hoping the change the subject as quickly as possible. She knew James wasn’t good for her; she was almost positive she was being cheated on because she refused to sleep with him.
Ino, luckily, took the bait. “Shika’s been my friend since we were born, in case you forgot. He’s totally in love with her but is too much of a lazyass to actually show any interest.”
The pinkette snorted. “Didn’t they sleep together?”
Ino snorted sarcastically back. “You know that Temari initiated it because she’s in love with him too. If he doesn’t do something soon, Kankuro’s going to kill him for ‘seducing’ his sister.”
“Dear god, Ino, I don’t need this drama right now.” And she really didn’t.
“Whatever. Go home and sleep in an passionless bed again. I don’t care. But if you can, mention me to Madara!”
Like I’m even going to talk to him, Sakura thought wearily. “Yeah, yeah, Pig, I’ll do it if I can.” She ignored Ino’s self-satisfied huff and said, “Look, I’m home. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”
“Call me on your lunch break! I want to know everything!”
“Okay, okay,” Sakura replied. Sometimes she wished she could just hang up, but Ino was her best friend. “Bye, okay?”
Sakura put her car into park and, grabbing her purse, quickly hurried into the house she and James shared. She was surprised that the light was on in his bedroom, as he usually didn’t come home until eight, but figured he’d gotten off work early and was playing Xbox like every other twenty-eight year old loser.
Yes, to herself and herself alone, she could admit that James was a total bum. She just didn’t have the heart or the money to break up with him.
She climbed the steps slowly, dreading having to see the messy house again. It needed to be cleaned terribly but James never pitched in with household chores and she worked too much to take care of them, especially recently with Madara’s announced trip to LA. Sakura slid the key into the lock and turned it, but was surprised when it was already unlocked.
Sakura couldn’t help but feel extremely suspicious. One thing she couldn’t fault James with was his security measures around the house and this was careless and totally unlike him.
She silently opened the door, for once glad that they had paid to have the hinges oiled. She hadn’t taken but two steps inside before she heard it.
“Oh, yes, yes! Harder! Faster! Please, make me cum!”
And it was a female’s voice.
It didn’t take walking in on them to realize what was going on. Sakura, filled with so many emotions, didn’t even care to see them in the act. Quickly, she packed a bag from the clean laundry she had laid out on the couch for hanging up the night before, stuffing it all into a plastic bag before storming out the door. The only indication she gave James that she had been there was slamming the door loud enough to wake up any neighbors who might have been napping and to startle all the birds in the general vicinity.
Returning to her car much more quickly than she had left, she sped off in the direction of Ino’s, dialing the phone furiously.
“Missed me that much, Forehead?” was Ino’s smug answer.
“That slimy, greasy, no-good fucking bastard is cheating on my this very minute!” Sakura shouted into the phone. The moment the sentence left her lips she broke down into desperate sobs.
“Oh, honey…” Ino said softly. Then she was all business. “Mint chocolate chip or cookies’n’cream?”
“Both,” Sakura sobbed. “And I want to watch The Notebook.”
“Done and done. I’ll see you when you get here.”
“Okay…see you in five.”
“Love you, girl.” Still sobbing, Sakura let the phone drop into the passenger seat and closed her eyes, sobbing weakly.
Sakura’s eyes snapped open as the car rocked back and forth at the impact of the hit. As soon as she realized she’d just rear-ended the Lamborghini in front of her, she burst out into further tears.
“God DAMMIT!” she screamed, pounding on the steering wheel in hopeless rage. After venting her fury on the innocent unanimated object, she slumped back in her seat and let the tears roll down her cheeks.
She was only moved from her dejected state when there was the tapping of a nail against her window. Looking up through teary eyes, Sakura saw a beautiful brunette with French-manicured acrylic nails staring into the window.
Oh dear…Class A bitch it seems I’ve hit.
Sighing, Sakura opened the door and got out. She was immediately intimidated by the brunette’s 5’10 height and expensive, eloquently-slutty clothing.
“I’m sorry, miss, I wasn’t paying attention. I-”
“You hit us because you weren’t paying attention?” the woman snapped. “That’s all fine and well, but that car is worth $115,000 and yours is a piece of junk! Do you know how much it’s going to take to repair it?”
Sakura glowered. “Now wait just a second, my car is not a piece of junk! Look, I’m really sorry, I need to be somewhere ten minutes ago,” she lied. “Can we just trade insurance and get on our way?”
“Don’t take that tone with me, you ugly little girl. Do you know what you’ve just done? You’d better hope we don’t take you to court!”
Sakura stiffened at the insult and the threat, respectively, but tried not to let her anger get the best of her. “Look, ma’am, it was an accident. There is no reason to bring anything to court, I’m sure with a car like that you’ve got great insurance, so-”
“You’re going to pay for the repairs,” the woman sneered. Then, appraising Sakura’s clothing, she said cattily, “If you can. A car like that doesn’t get repaired with pennies.”
The insinuation was what pushed it over the edge and Sakura’s patience ran out. “The repairs are not my responsibility. If you didn’t want to pay for expensive repairs, then you don’t buy expensive cars,” Sakura responded slowly and coldly, as though she were talking to a dimwit. “Now give me your damn insurance so we can get this over with.”
“Natalia, go get the papers,” came a distinctly masculine voice. “We’ve been here long enough, we’ll miss the dinner party if you keep this up.”
The voice was cold and unfeeling and Natalia, sufficiently cowed, went to the passenger’s side of the vehicle and began to dig around. While she was at it, Sakura turned to thank the man who had called off the rabid bitch.
Before a ‘thank you’ could even be voiced, Sakura’s throat caught and she immediately was filled with horror.
“Oh, I am so losing my job,” she groaned under her breath as the one and only Madara Uchiha approached her.
“I apologize for my date’s rudeness. The stylist didn’t do her hair correctly and she’s been in a foul mood ever since,” Madara said calmly. Sakura couldn’t even look at him; she just nodded her head and stared miserably at the large dent in the back of the Lamborghini.
Natalia soon returned with the insurance and Madara’s driver’s license. Sakura wilted further as his identity was confirmed. and taking out her phone, Sakura began to jot down the information. After she was done, she nodded at the couple she’d had the misfortune to get into a car wreck with and went to go get her own insurance card and driver’s license. Madara wrote down the information on a small notepad that had been in his tuxedo pocket and when done, nodded at her and handed back the information.
“Again, I’m so sorry,” Sakura mumbled, not daring to look at either of them. Natalia just huffed and Madara nodded again.
“It’s nothing,” he said. When he lingered after Natalia had already gotten back into the car, Sakura finally looked up at him and blanched at the scrutinizing look he was giving her.
Sakura gave a weak smile. “I’ll just be going now…”
“You have no reason to be so upset. The car will be easily fixed.”
“Uhh…yeah,” she replied dumbly. “Yeah…I gotta go.”
Ignoring the fact that he was still standing there, watching her, Sakura quickly jumped into her car and shut the door. Putting her car into reverse, she sped away.
There was no way she was going to tell Ino about this.
To Be Continued…(Maybe)
So, what do you all think? No-go or go? I’ve already got Chapter Two almost finished, but that’s on hold ’cause I’m going to bed. Depending on what you all say, this story may or may not be continued. It’s majority rules here, people, so make sure you tell me what you want!
~Of Broken Love~