A/N: Hi all! So I've had this idea playing around in my head for awhile. No sure if its going to work out but I'll let you guys be the judge of that.
Warning: This story will be graphic in terms of killing and maiming. It may also conain scenes of rape and abuse. If you are not comfortable with that type of content then I suggest that you do not read this story.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters.
Edited: 18-10-15
Chapter I - Kidnapped
Sakura heaved a gigantic sigh, adjusting the heavy backpack over her shoulder.
Why did it have to be raining now of all times?
The weather bureau was becoming so damn unreliable.
Having been under the impression it wasn't going to rain until tomorrow, Sakura hadn't bothered taking an umbrella to work. Now, as she trudged through the heavy downpour in the direction of home, she was seriously regretting it.
Abnormally pink hair was all but plastered to her face; a white nurse's uniform utterly drenched to reveal the tasteless lingerie that lay beneath. Heaving another sigh, Sakura cursed as her sneaker landed in a deep puddle, flooding the already soaked material. At times like this, she wondered how she managed to keep a rein on her temper.
Hunching her shoulders, Sakura increased her pace only to let out a yelp of surprise as she tripped over something large, catching herself on her palms to find that the obstacle was a man. He lay on his stomach, arms reaching out as though to crawl from where he landed. And the ground was covered with splotches of blood, continuously being washed away by the rain.
"Oh my God! Sir! Sir, are you all right?" Sakura clambered over him and her breath caught in her throat as she beheld his profile. Sharp, aristocratic features with a masculine jaw and prominent high cheekbones. Dramatic, slashing brows sat peacefully above closed lids that flickered every second or so. Hair as black as ebony framed the manly borders of his face; shortly cropped just below the neck.
Whoever he was, he was gorgeous.
Sakura, blushing and giddy, cleared her throat before searching him for injuries, finding that the muscle beneath her hands was taut and strong. It gave her goose bumps that had nothing to do with the rain. Blood stained her hands as her fingers skimmed over his side. A bullet wound. Alarm now rising, Sakura hissed and growled until she managed to push him onto his back only to find deep, burgundy eyes staring at her.
She froze.
And for a reason she did not understand, she felt terrified.
He continued to stare at her, giving no indication that he was in pain, wet or getting continuously soaked in the downpour.
"I'm going to try and get you out of the rain. Do you think you can move?"
No answer was offered and with a huff, Sakura opted into nurse mode. Stubborn patients were her speciality and the silent treatment was nothing new to her. Slinging her arm under him and grabbing his other arm, Sakura heaved him into a sitting position, noting with a blush that he was still staring at her. It took a few minutes but eventually, he was standing, towering over her as she helped him towards a pile of storage boxes under the overhang of a side street.
Setting him down, Sakura unconsciously brushed the dark locks from his face, immediately snatching her hand back. God, just because she was a nurse didn't mean she could go around touching people! Clearing her throat, the nurse tried to ignore his penetrating stare. "I'm going to call an ambulance-"
As Sakura turned to retrieve her phone from her backpack, long fingers ensnared her wrist in an inescapable grasp.
"No." The voice was smooth, deep and velvety like the touch of satin. It almost made Sakura weak at the knees before she understood what he was saying.
"No? What do you mean, no? You're bleeding! That wound needs attention!"
Unblinking eyes stared resolutely back at her.
Sakura faltered and glanced at the fingers still circled around her wrist. Well, she always did keep some bandages and a first aid kit in her backpack. At least she could patch him up. If nothing else. When she explained this to him, he consented and let her go, watching as she tentatively unbuttoned his shirt (which was silk) enough to reveal the wound. The nurse's cheeks went red to see toned abs and a hairless chest. Shaking her head, she focused on the wound which was not as bad as she first thought.
The wound was superficial; the bullet had passed through his side without hitting any organs or major arteries. Though he had bled quite a substantial amount, it was obviously because he had been in that position for some time. Relief flooded her when she realised that she wouldn't need to insist on getting him to a hospital. It wouldn't have been easy to persuade a man such as this one. Or ask how he had received the gunshot wound. She was gentle as she applied disinfectant with a cotton bud, shifting to collect bandages from her bag.
Though the overhang of a roof afforded them cover from the dreary downpour, Sakura could clearly feel the cold digging under her flesh. Wet clothes and skin did not spell well for her concentration as she smacked a wet bang out of her face.
"You're shivering," the man noted in his soft, lovely voice, eyes skimming over the visible bra through her uniform.
"If you're worried about my fingers digging into your wound, don't worry. I have steady hands." Sakura assured him blindly, and missed the twitch of his lips. "There. All done-eh!"
Sakura squeaked as his hand came down to grasp her jaw, her heart pulsing in her ears as he leaned down with dark eyes. "I, also, have steady hands."
Warm, beguiling lips brushed her own as lightly as a moth's wing, his other arm coming to cage her in, holding her close. Sakura sat frozen against him, water dripping down their faces, eyes staring into his own as he leaned back to appraise her. He'd just kissed her. A man she didn't know nor had ever met had stolen her first kiss. A dozen sensations cascaded through her body but nothing was more prominent than the burn where their lips had met. And rage that he had claimed something so precious.
A soft schnik of a blade startled Sakura out of her revere to see that he was now standing with a knife in hand and a lock of her pink hair in the other. She was too shocked to even try to grasp a shred of anger.
"I presume you will want some description of gratitude for saving me." The man began softly, studying the piece of hair within his grasp.
Sakura pressed a finger to her lips, dizzy and completely out of it, not even comprehending what her silence meant to him.
"I will see you again." And with a curt nod of his head, he sprinted into the rain, lost to sight.
"You expect me to believe that?"
"It's the truth, Ino!"
"A stud; you ran into - oh, wait, I'm sorry. You stepped on the 'wounded stud', bound his wounds, he kissed you and told you he'd see you again. What a load of bull."
"An apparently attractive load of bull." Temari chuckled.
There were times Ino and Temari damn near pushed her to the very brink of madness but Sakura valued their friendship too much to let her temper ruin it. Taking a deep, calming breath through her nose, the pink-haired woman relaxed more sedately into her couch. Ino and Temari also worked at the hospital in the emergency department with Sakura. The woman herself still had difficulty believing it had all happened, yet she had her uneven fringe to prove it.
To think a complete stranger had stolen her first kiss – it hadn't been much of one but that wasn't the point!
It left her downright speechless and angry.
It turned Temari and Ino into a pair of laughing hyenas.
"Fine. Don't believe me. Screw you both. I'm going to bed."
Sakura stormed to her room, ignoring them completely.
She hadn't imagined it.
She was certain of it.
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Maybe she was being paranoid or over sensitive but Sakura just couldn't stop herself from taking the alley route to work that morning, certain that there would still be some description of evidence from last night there. Temari and Ino followed her, if only to rub it in that she'd been imagining the whole thing. Rain had washed away whatever blood there had been, but as Sakura scoured the area, she found a small little item next to the storage boxes.
Picking it up carefully, Sakura studied it.
It was a fan of white and red on an intricate silver chain. It looked very expensive.
It had to be his. The man had been wearing silk, for goodness sake.
"See?" Sakura all but shoved the proof under their noses.
"So what? It's a bauble. How do you even know it's his?" Ino said with a raised brow, hands on her hips. Sakura's eyes were momentarily drawn to the wedding band around the blonde's finger and jealously struck her like a kick in the gut. Temari, too, beheld a lovely diamond encrusted ring on her finger.
Both were married.
Both were happy.
Except for Sakura.
"Just a feeling." Fingers tightening around the necklace, Sakura buried it in her pocket before turning away.
Had she caught the worried look that Ino and Temari shared, Sakura might have been a little more suspicious of their seeming disbelief of the entire situation.
"Sakura, can you do number nineteen's observation, please? I've got my hands full with an ECG over here."
"Yeah sure."
Emergency was as flat-out as always. Patients were always streaming in and out with various problems such as a heart attack to something as simple as a cut finger. It was days like these that made Sakura happy. Because it kept her busy. While she was concerned for patients, the concerns of her own life didn't matter as much.
Her mother and father were going through a divorce.
And she was still a single virgin at the age of twenty.
It was enough to dampen a woman's mood.
"Nurse, when is the doctor coming to see me? I've been waiting for an hour." The patient was a middle-aged men with a sprained ankle.
Sakura checked his blood pressure and adjusted the drip to increase the flow of painkillers. "I understand, sir, but the doctors are quite busy. I'm sure you won't be waiting too much longer." She assured him with a bright smile and quickly retreated before he was able to coerce her into running down a doctor.
The day passed with Sakura doing her normal rounds, occasionally running patients up to wards for theatre. It didn't happen often but she did enjoy escaping from the chaos of emergency every once in awhile. The woman enjoyed helping others but sometimes they didn't make it easy. That man last night for example.
Her brow furrowed as she scrubbed her hands clean with disinfectant.
Just who was he?
"Sakura, you coming to lunch?" Ino stepped into the washroom, closely followed by Temari. Both were equally splattered in blood causing Sakura to raise a brow.
"Uh...yeah. What happened?"
"Some moron who was on suicide watch slit his wrist; got blood everywhere. He's fine now but damn it. Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of a white uniform? Urgh!" Ino grumbled and began wriggling out of the soaked material, struggling over to her locker. Most nurses kept at least two uniforms in the locker room just in case something like this happened.
Temari wasn't blood doused as badly but she was still wrinkling her nose, trying to rinse the blood out with a towel. It wasn't working well.
"Shikimaru is going to be pissed if I have to buy another uniform."
"He goes through more uniforms than you do." Sakura chuckled. "He's still a forensic investigator, right?"
"Gah...yeah. I never hear the end of it."
"If Sai spends another dime on his uniform again, I'll murder him. I swear. I don't care if an inspector needs to be prim and perfect. We have bills to pay!" Ino complained, throwing a new uniform on and ruffling her hair.
Sakura smiled softly as an argument ensued between her two friends as to which husband spent the most on uniforms annually. The nurse knew they never realised the effect it had on her when they discussed their happy love life. Sai and Shikamaru treated Sakura like a baby sister; they'd do anything for her but the one thing they couldn't do was find her the right guy.
Ino was suddenly linking their arms, and Sakura was stuck between them as they skipped off to lunch together. They then chattered about anything besides men, including the mysterious man she had saved. The hospital wasn't too far away from a shopping centre so the three made a small, comfortable coffee shop their destination.
"Latte...oh, come to me, baby!" Ino moaned and rushed into the shop, closely followed by Temari who jostled for position with the blonde to be first in line.
"Move over, Ino-pig!"
"Suck on it, Temari!"
Sakura laughed and shook her head. Who could ask for better friends?
Knowing that the two would take their time in indulging in the coffee menu, Sakura meandered over to a small table, choosing a chair that beheld as much sun as possible. Compared with the rain they had been having for the past couple of days, just that little bit of light shinning down on her skin made her feel warm. And would hopefully give her a much needed tan.
Yeah because we totally tan. More like burn. Her inner-self reminded her brutally.
Glaring down at her almost white skin, Sakura was resigned to admit defeat in terms of turning a more becoming colour. Where Temari and Ino became olive-skinned beauties in summer, Sakura turned into an albino with emerald eyes and shockingly pink hair. It was just her luck that she took after her mother in terms of complexion, and her father in the hair department.
Groaning, Sakura used her arms as a pillow as she flopped boneless against the table, the sun creating an insistent warmth upon her back. There was an almost incessant urge to close her eyes and sleep in the sun but if she did that, she knew that the other cafe goers would most definitely catch her snoring. Especially Temari and Ino, seeing as they always liked to remind her that she snored.
"Don't fall asleep, forehead. We would hate to cause a scene," Ino remarked teasingly as she sat down in one of the uncomfortable metal chairs. It didn't matter though because she had her cream topped latte. Any discomfort could be handled as long as she had her precious caffeine.
Knowing that her long time friend was teasing, Sakura canted her head over her arms, giving the blond a snide smirk. "Yes, yes, I know you would love to pledge yourself to me but I don't swing that way, Ino-pig. When I'm asleep is the only time you would have the opportunity to kiss me."
"Who are we kissing now?" Temari chuckled as she walked over with a cappuccino in hand and a nondescript confectionary packet in the other.
Ino waved her hand obnoxiously at Sakura. "This shameless bimbo, apparently. Thinks I'm crazy for her." Though the words themselves could be taken in a bad light, Ino's smile took away any of the malice.
Sakura giggled and rested her chin on her forearm, wriggling her eyebrows. "You know you are. Admit it."
Taking a sip of her drink, Temari cocked an eyebrow at the pink-haired woman before glancing at Ino. Some unheard sentence ran between the two before they both looked at Sakura with evil smiles, the former warily sitting upright.
"Ok. I admit it." Ino laughed maniacally, drawing the other patrons' attention to their little conversation. "I'm totally in love with you, forehead. C'mere!"
"Who could resist such a large forehead!" Temari said dramatically, placing her cappuccino and pack of snacks in a safe spot on the table before she and Ino crowded on their friend and started kissing all over her face.
Sakura squealed and laughed in the embrace of her friends, almost to the point of hysterical tears. Eventually though, after laughing themselves stupid, all three women sat back and reminisced of all the fun times they had had before two of them had gotten married to childhood friends. It made Sakura happy that her two close friends could talk about something other than their happy marriage lives and talk about the old days.
"I remember I used to have a crush on every hottie in high school." Ino recalled, taking a generous mouthful of her latte. "How shallow I was, and narcissistic."
"Well that hasn't changed!" Sakura said with a laugh and promptly got a napkin thrown at her.
Ino tsked and pointed a finger at her friend. "You were worse than I ever was! You had a crush on Sas-ow!" The woman shared an anxious glance with Temari who was outright glaring at her for her slip, still nudging Ino in the shin where she had kicked her. "Sa-Sai, I meant."
Sakura remained oblivious to the slip though her brow furrowed in confusion at the unspoken message between her two friends. "Yeah...I guess so. Until he started making fun of my forehead, too." If Sakura didn't know any better she could have almost said that Ino had become jumpy all of a sudden and Temari was as stiff as a board. Just what were those two up to? Though any chance at grilling them was dashed as an obnoxious beeping sound echoed from her waist.
For the past couple of years, Sakura had been tutoring beneath the watchful eye of the Chief of Staff in the hospital. Tsunade, known as one of the legendary Sannin. Kakashi Hatake had given her the basics of Ninjitsu and set her on a path of achievement. It was only when she met Tsunade that Sakura became aware that she was not quite as weak as she thought she was. The older woman had taught her many valuable lessons, both in physical strength and in healing, part of which she kept hidden to conserve her sensei's secret and her own.
And as her student, Sakura carried a personal beeper around to be summoned to Tsunade's side when the older woman either had something to scold her for or something new to teach her. Sometimes it was something as simple as the gambling addiction. Either way, when the annoying little beep started, it meant Sakura had to get off her butt and get moving or risk terrible ramifications should she dawdle.
Ino and Temari wore matching smirks however, knowing their friend hated to be summoned during lunch.
"Looks like Tsunade-sama is requesting your presence. Better get moving." Temari encouraged, hiding another smirk in her cappuccino.
Sakura glared at her friend, jealous that they got to savour their lunch break.
"And who knows. You might even fall over another stud along the way." Ino added in, sniggering to herself.
Standing up quickly in a false pretence of anger, the pink-haired woman took a step away from them. "Bloody hyenas, the both of you. Totally uninvited from coming over tonight."
As Sakura turned her back on them, a smile lit up her face at the collective whines from both Temari and Ino. Married or not, her two friends loved a girls night. "But we were so looking forward to another sleepover."
"And doing a Pirates of the Caribbean marathon just to drool over Jack Sparrow." Ino added, lower lip quivering as Sakura glanced over her shoulder at them with a wink.
"I'll see you both after the shift." Giving them a happy wave, Sakura headed off in the direction of the hospital, noting they were shouting at her and then to each other.
"I'll bring the baileys!"
"I thought I was bringing the alcohol?"
"No you were gonna bring the porn to make Sakura the same colour as her hair!" Temari howled with laughter, and Ino soon followed whilst Sakura blushed to the roots of her namesake and walked away from her friends a little quicker.
"I don't know them." She told a curious onlooker awkwardly.
Giving Sakura a rather shrewd, don't-talk-to-me glance, the stranger inched away, giving her room to pass. Did no one have the decency to find something amusing on account of someone they didn't know? Sparing the odd behavior little thought, Sakura heaved a sigh and set off to the hospital, the sound of hyenas dwindling into the background.
There weren't many open areas until reaching the major entrance of the hospital: there were just a lot of alleys and stories upon stories of apartments. It always gave Sakura the creeps to walk between the narrow buildings, some of the old architecture appearing as if it were going to drop down on her head.
"Wouldn't that be nice? It might actually flatten more forehead." She remarked dryly to herself.
Or make our brain decorate the walls. Either way.
Fortunately, scaffolding had been constructed around the older structures, creating much needed support and a means to start rebuilding the wear and tear. Sakura found her gaze drawn to a line of laundry sporting some very questionable lingerie. She had hoped she would have been wearing something of that ilk by now for her husband but as the saying goes, wishes would be fishes.
Not paying attention, Sakura cursed as her sneaker disappeared into a large puddle. There was nothing worse than wet footwear. Hopping around on one leg Sakura shook her foot out angrily, as though that alone would desaturate it. Tsunade will be royally pissed at her for making the clean lino floors a slip hazard.
"Great. Just great. The one day I don't have an extra pair in my locker." Sakura grumbled at herself and continued walking with the company of a wet squeak, unaware that the abrupt movement had caused her pager to drop into the puddle.
Although she did have her end of shift footwear which were a pair of beige wedges. Somehow Sakura didn't think she could get away with wearing those on the shift. If she was lucky Tsunade might have a spare pair of sneakers seeing as they wore the same size.
Now you know when it's been raining to bring another pair of sneakers.
Oh shut up.
"Excuse me?"
Sakura looked up from where she had been glaring at her wet sneaker, a little surprised to see the stranger that had not responded to her joke earlier. How had he gotten in front of her? Better question, why was he here now and talking to her? Maybe he had received some sort of injury and identified her as a nurse. She was in uniform after all.
Putting on her best patient smile, the nurse continued approaching the man before coming to a stop just a metre or so away.
"Can I help you?" A quick scan of his body reassured her that he was not suffering a visible ailment but one never knew when it came to illness.
There seemed to be some sort of recognition in the man's eyes but when Sakura concentrated, it was gone in an instant as though it were never there to begin with. Instead he shifted his weight back onto one leg, hands disappearing into the pockets of his pants. And then he let out a sigh, brown eyes meeting hers in something akin to resigned acceptance.
"No, no you can't." His voice was deep and smooth, sending an unnameable shiver down Sakura's spine as she took a pre-emptive step to the side. This was not normal behaviour from a stranger, or anyone for that matter. "And you'll have to forgive me for this if you can. It's nothing personal – I'm just following orders."
Following orders? Sakura frowned at him, growing uneasy as the seconds elapsed between them. Just what was he talking about? It's almost as if he knew her but she couldn't recall meeting this man before now.
"I don't know who you are or what you want but I need to get back to work. So…please move." Sakura bid him quietly, watching as he relinquished one hand from his pants to brush his fingers through short, spiky orange hair. He sighed again and blocked Sakura's path when she kept moving to the side. Anxiety rising, Sakura reached into the pocket of her nurse's uniform that held her mobile and the bauble that had belonged to the strange man. If she could just hit speed dial to call the police-
"Sorry but I can't do that. Konan, be gentle."
Sakura turned seconds too late but it afforded her a brief glimpse of the man's partner. The woman before her was beautiful with short, straight blue hair and a paper flower settled elegantly into the strands, and piercing amber eyes. The labret piercing reflected a temporary shine of light before the strange woman clasped the back of Sakura's neck and with the other secured a cloth emitting a pungent odour over her mouth and nose.
Struggling and flailing her arms, the nurse tried everything she could to escape, to stay conscious – to stay alive. Getting oxygen was of a higher priority than blindly fiddling with her phone. They could be organ thieves; when she woke up in a tub with open wounds and a missing organ sold on the black market for thousands, Sakura would be hours if not minutes away from dying a lonely, painful death.
And yet the ability to resist was lost to her despite how her mind and body screamed in protest. Someone had secured a hold of her from behind, holding her waist and supporting her bodyweight as consciousness began to escape her. All Sakura could do was stare into the impassive amber eyes of the woman before her as she succumbed to the black abyss.
"I'm always gentle with delicate flowers, Yahiko."
Giving the woman a crooked smile, he lifted the now unconscious Sakura into his arms. "We have to leave before they realise she's gone. The last thing we need is to run into Naruto."
Konan nodded her understanding and the two left the alley, aware that they had now started a chain of events that would lead to their destruction or salvation.
With a groan, Sakura slowly regained consciousness, blinking blearily to gain some semblance of her surroundings. White leather was blocking the entirety of her vision and it was only when the world moved that she realised she was in a vehicle. She attempted to use her hands to steady herself only to find them bound behind her back by some sort of material.
"Where am I?" Sakura croaked, coughing at the foul taste of chloroform that seemed to be stuck to her tongue.
"Hong Kong." A voice answered her.
Said voice was actually the reason she wasn't lying in the gap between the back seats as the car went around a corner. Struggling to look over her shoulder, Sakura recognised the attractive orange-haired man from earlier. He was holding her restraint between her wrists so that she wouldn't slide all over the car.
"What?!"
Sakura couldn't believe it. When she was conscious she'd been in Japan. Now they were in Hong Kong. What! The car came to an abrupt stop, sending Sakura onto the floor with a loud thump despite Yahiko's attempts to stop it from happening. God, how could she get herself out of this? The door opened and a different man dragged her out, forcing her onto her feet with a harsh shove.
The car that had acted as a last vestige of hope pulled away from the curb, taking her two kidnappers with it. Sakura blinked at the black sedan as it went down the street only to have her attention taken by another shove to her back.
"Walk, little bitch."
"Don't call me a little bitch you f-" Sakura snarled before receiving a backhander to the side of her face. It knocked the breath from her and it was only by biting her tongue did she manage to stop from crying out.
"I said walk, little bitch." The man's blond hair was tied up into a half ponytail, bringing out the very boyish features of his face and striking blue eyes. If he hadn't just smacked her around like a doll and called her a bitch, Sakura would have called him handsome.
"Uchiha-sama did say not to touch her, Deidara." A man with short red hair and a calm voice said, obviously the more mature out of the two.
"Shut up, Sasori. It's his bloody fault I'm in such a bad mood so since I can't hit him, I need to hit someone else." Deidara snarled and gripped Sakura's elbow, much harder than necessary. The woman glared at him from between the strips of pink hair, willing herself not to lose her temper. These men carried guns and she wouldn't put it past the blond to shoot her. They escorted her - more like dragged - up several flights of stairs to an extravagant building littered with Japanese symbols of the same fan she had in her pocket.
Sasori simply rolled his eyes at his friend's rationalisation. "Regardless. It's frowned upon to hit women."
Deidara snorted at him but his grip did lessen slightly about her elbow.
What was going on?
Emerald eyes were then drawn to the large letters strewn across the building.
'Akatsuki Organization'.
Where had she heard that before?
Elegant doors swung open to reveal what looked like a throne room; a regal, occupied chair sat at the very end. As Sakura was dragged closer her eyes widened in realisation. Obsidian eyes stared at her over the rims of sunglasses, lips quirked into to a devastating smirk. As he stood, the silk suit of ebony fit him like a glove; the white business jacket draping over his shoulders to touch the floor, flared about him.
"She put up a fight, boss." Deidara remarked as he shoved the pink-haired woman onto her knees before the handsome man. "And, she had this in her pocket." The blond tossed the necklace to the man and Sakura noticed that her phone was also sticking out of his jacket pocket…next to a scary looking gun.
The bauble was caught between elegant fingers.
"I see. And how," The man simply glided down the steps, hooking a finger beneath Sakura's chin to raise her head. Sakura glared daggers at him. "Did she get this?" His thumb smoothed over the bruise blossoming across her cheek. She visibly flinched beneath his touch but continued to glare at him.
"She wouldn't listen to me so I- GAH!"
Deidara was knocked to the floor as the man punched him in the face before kicking him in the sternum.
"Touch her again and you won't ever walk again. Is that understood, Deidara?"
Deidara grimaced angrily, having known that this is what the result of his actions would cause. Still if Itachi hadn't assigned him to temporary babysitting, he would have been able to attend his pottery class at seven. He hated missing his pottery class. "Y-yes, Itachi-sama."
Sakura's eyes widened in realisation and she finally understood where she'd heard it before.
The Akatsuki Organization; an infamous Yazuka group renowned for dealings in Japan.
Offering a hand down, Itachi helped her to her feet. Bowing over her hand, he pressed a chaste kiss to her knuckles. "We meet again, Miss Haruno. I am Itachi Uchiha, leader of the Akatsuki Organization. I trust your flight was pleasant?"
Sakura ignored him, furious at being kidnapped by a stranger and brought to a different country. "Why am I here? How do you know my name?"
"I know a great deal about you, Miss Haruno." Was all he offered in that regard and he went on to say, "I did warn you I'd see you again." His eyes were darkly amused. "This is my gratitude for you saving me."
"What gratitude?" Sakura snapped, determined to get more out of him than that.
"Why, allowing you to become my mistress." Itachi's eyes became darkly sinister as Sakura's eyes became wide and frightened. With a low chuckle he straightened and pocketed the necklace. "Take her to my quarters and see that she is appropriately dressed."
"No!" Sakura screamed as she was dragged away to her expected future.