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At Sixteen [Part Three]
The spine-chilling crack resonated through the house. In the living room with the boys, Sakura startled at the sudden noise, her blood running cold. That sounded like it came from… Sakura paled and swallowed. She was on her feet and running toward the drawing room before she knew it, the boys hot on her heels. She lifted the hem of her restrictive yukata to free her movement and run faster. Every pounding step throbbed between her legs, but her panic compelled her.
The staff leapt out of the way, but some began to follow as Sakura and the younger Uchiha boys hurried to the drawing room. Izuna, the fastest, got there first.
“You will bathe and remain in your room until I decide what to do with you!” roared Tajima from inside the locked room.
From the corridor, Izuna jumped back and stared at Sakura with wide eyes, unsure what to do. He looked so very young at that moment that Sakura reached for him, tugging him behind her instinctively. Then she turned back to face the door.
Dropping the hem of her yukata, Sakura set her shoulders. She stepped forward and knocked on the door, politely. Her hand shook. She closed her eyes and took a deep, calming breath.
Everything would be okay. Everything would be okay. Please let everything be okay...
There was silence for a long, pregnant minute.
Then the lock clicked in the latch and Sakura and the boys stepped back again as one, unsure what they would find.
A haze of cigarette smoke leaked into the hallway.
Then, his indolent, inky eyes forward, Madara walked calmly from the room. His gaze flickered to Sakura’s only for a moment before he continued past her and his brothers, heading for the stairs.
The bruise across his jaw was already swelling and purple. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
Yet his back was straight, his chin lifted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened at all.
Terrified of what she would see inside the room, Sakura turned her back on it and tried to herd the boys back to the living room.
“C-come on. Let’s get back to our lessons…”
At a noise from the drawing room, Sakura instinctively stilled. She peeked over her shoulder like a forest rabbit hearing the nearby crunch of dead leaves. Her eyes widened.
Tajima’s leather wingback chair was toppled over on its side. The ashtray and its contents were strewn across the floor. One of the drapes and curtain rods was askew, as if someone had been thrown against it. Sakura couldn’t tell if it had been a scuffle or a single strike, but violence had erupted within the drawing room’s polished, wood-panelled walls.
And there, leaning over his desk, his shoulders rounded as he took deep, shaky breaths, Lord Tajima glared at Sakura.
From beneath his dishevelled hair, his haggard eyes betrayed his guilt and disappointment in her.
His fists were clenched.
His knuckles were red.
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Alone in his room at night, Madara closed his eyes. Freedom still existed in his prison. He drew on and tasted it every time the sun disappeared below the horizon outside.
He remembered the way he had moved in Sakura. He remembered how tightly she clung to him, how hard she bucked against him, how snugly he fit inside when her feminine muscles squeezed and milked him. He remembered the filthy words she whispered against his skin, the ones she taught him years ago.
His breath would hitch as his lower back tightened in warning, and then sweet release would ease him into sleep.
He remembered, and he smiled, and he didn’t give a damn about the pain radiating from his jaw. He’d made her his, and no one could change that.
TBC
Uh Oh
Date: 2022-03-09 09:36 pm (UTC)Re: Uh Oh
Date: 2022-12-21 07:58 pm (UTC)Sakura is definitely spooked being around Tajima, but we'll see what changes over time. ;)