Inspiration: Bruises and Bitemarks- Good with Grenades
"Lips are for biting here. Let's make this moment worth the while. Let's kill the night and go down in style. / As I introduce the bedroom brawl."
Pairing: Sakura/Sasuke, Sakura/Itachi, Saku/Naru, with mild intermittent Sakura/vari-Akatsuki
Notes: Somewhat AU. This story takes place within the following alternate boundaries: Somewhere during or before the canon Pein arc. Naruto does not have control of Kurama yet. Sasuke and Itachi left Konoha together. Both are rogue shinobi. Non-massacre. - Thanks for reading. This has been a surprisingly popular fanficiton, so currently i'm going back through and revamping, soon to finish entirely. Anyways, carry on. : ]
Theme: Romance & drama
Rating: Mmmm for Mature: following themes are or will be present in this chapter or throughout the fic: some vulgarities such as language, sexual themes, humiliation, drugs, and other dark themes.
[That sparkle in my eyes is part of my disguise~]
She was tugging off her shirt. Itachi cast his eyes from the sight but it was too late. The instant he saw her it was already stuck. Locked into his memory; he would never be able to purge that image.
"Is this really necessary?" He heard his little brother voice quietly, blankly. The fact that Sasuke had said anything at all no matter how indifferent he sounded, proved that he was bothered by it. He glanced over at Sasuke to see the other Uchiha was standing stiffly, ill at ease. His fists were clenched and his eyes were also averted away from Sakura. Rather they were pinned directly to Pein.
The severity of the look he received in return was not lost on the tenants of the room. All the Akatsuki in the room were suddenly tense. They all directed their attention back to Sakura as if it were a direct command, even though Pein didn't speak a word.
Itachi also shifted his eyes to meet the pink haired, very famous Konoha medic. Her full frontal view registered on him uncomfortably. She was directly facing him, her back to Pein, and her side to Sasuke.
He gazed at her but she didn't meet his eyes. He didn't blame her. Not only was his sharingan spinning maddeningly, but the fact that a majority of her clothing was now piled in a heap on the floor was no doubt a factor.
Though she had peeled away her trademark red shirt, her chest was still in bindings. The white cloth that spun around her chest like spider silk, was pressing any breasts that she possessed tightly down. She wasn't making any move to remove the bindings.
He watched with astute eyes as her hands shook. Other than the slight, distinct tremor every few moments, there was no noticeable effect this humiliation was having on her . Her chin was set high, and those green eyes held no sign of shame.
Pein's harsh eyes didn't relent. His voice was steady, deep like a never ending pit as he watched. He was waiting. Everyone in the room knew it. They were waiting on her to continue. With her skirt and black spandex still covering the lower half of her body, she was leaving Pein's command un-served.
It was rapidly becoming an insult to prolong his wishes any longer.
Itachi glanced over at his younger brother again to see the even tighter stiffness. This was just as much of a test for him as it was for her.
Seeing Sakura move, Itachi's eyes shot back over to her. Her petite hands slipped into the tan skirt around her waist, and she pushed it to the ground with absolute resolve. Her eyes were steady as they were dazing into the depths of nothing. Focusing on absolutely nothing, thinking of absolutely nothing. Like she was in a sightless daze. Maybe day dreaming, or putting herself mentally out of the situation.
Standing in her black spandex pants, with her chest binding still in place she was finally slow in giving in to Pein's request. The fact that she had her back to him now was enough revolt in itself. To not look him in the eyes. To have her back turned to Pein. Most of the Akatsuki were quivering mildly in anticipation of what Pein would do. When he would have enough of her rebellion.
Itachi watched in helpless captivation as Sakura's green eyes darted quickly towards Sasuke first, and then around at everyone in her direct view. When they settled on his own eyes, he was surprised at her boldness. Looking into the depths of sharingan was a risky move, but it seemed she wasn't afraid of him.
She kept his eyes for a long moment before looking away and as she did, removing her spandex shorts in one swoop. She pulled them away as if she was doing so because she wanted to.
It was absolutely rapture he felt as he looked at the smooth, supple skin of her thighs. It had been so long since he'd seen any form of skin that wasn't platonic, male comradery. Other men.
A woman as beautiful as his little brother's ex-teammate would be eaten alive here. If Pein wasn't in the room, it was entirely possibly that half of the Akatsuki in the room would try to corner her and have their way with her.
He liked to think he was above such a thing.
Itachi gazed seriously in what externally would appear to be a bored tone. Her white underwear were traditional and plain, and he imagined that they covered as much skin as possible in the back. Not very sexy in design. But somehow, possibly because he had been alone so long, he found them appealing.
Sakura angled her body slightly, turning in the direction of Sasuke, and tossing a look over her shoulder. She wouldn't turn herself around to meet Pein. It was an outright denying of Pein's wishes, and Itachi found it to be incredibly brave and charming, and also, horribly stupid.
His eyes shifted up to Pein. The man was like a dark shadow. A faceless, merciless God sitting atop a throne, gazing down at her in a horrifying, amused way.
When she spoke, her words betrayed what previously she had endearingly kept from her posture; Her fear. Her voice was quivering lightly, and muzzled in a way that it hadn't been before she was taken hostage. "I've done what you wanted. Now let him go." She said so quietly, it was like a fly buzzing in his ear.
Itachi again admired her strength, even as it wavered now, like someone softly blowing on a flickering flame. Not enough to extinguish it, but enough to make it rock back and forth fearfully.
Pein was bemused by her and he lifted one corner of his mouth in a bored grin. "Oh you did?" He diverted. His voice humorous, and threatening. "You're a terribly defiant girl."
There was a smothering silence that settled over the room while all of his fellow Akatsuki watched, entranced. Waiting for Sakura to respond.
The girl with the pink hair and the misplaced confidence visibly gritted her teeth. "I did-"
He cut her off this time, and at the snap of Pein's voice, Sakura jumped. Itachi tracked the movement, watching her muscles twitch mildly after the initial wave of nerves hit her.
"Is that so?" He shot, some of the humor gone from his voice. It wasn't a good sign in the slightest.
She looked unsure of herself for a moment. Frozen, she simply stood there for nearly 30 seconds, muscles twitching, and a slight sheen taking over her skin.
The new gleam of sweat that began to catch the light was too noticeable. It was too appealing. Itachi was slightly startled with himself to notice that he wanted to look at it. To observe further the pretty gleam of sweat over her forehead, that was rising on her stomach, and sliding down the valley between her breasts - disappearing into the wraps that bound them.
It wasn't long before she was moving again. She certainly wasn't in the place to deny Pein. With the chakra repressing drug still no doubt heavy within her system, she could probably barely even stand. Yet she made it look so easy. So much confidence steadying her shoulders. He thought that she put up a very convincing show.
Her hands were very slow to head towards her chest. The bindings there wouldn't take very long to unravel, but it was still excruciating to experience how sluggishly she was moving. Her fingers slid into the lip of the fabric and she tugged it loose from its place. It was very slowly, with very much dignity that she began unwinding it.
At this time, she had turned her body back towards Itachi and away from Pein again. Itachi had somehow missed when she did such a thing, regardless of the fact that he was looking at her the entire time.
Perhaps he was too distracted by the pretty glow her body had taken under the dancing candle light.
Agonizingly slowly, the final strip of her binds fell away and as they did her breasts bounced one happy bounce free. They were slightly red and lined with the impressions of her tight wraps. Beautiful sight.
They were almost painful to look at for Itachi, who had been without a partner for so long. He was so horribly lonely that just the sight of her was hard to look at.
He gave her breasts a once over, against his will, before his eyes shot to her face. She somehow was holding herself together.
His little brother's ex-teammate really was extraordinary. An amazing medic and she definitely knew how to hold her own.
With her breasts exposed she turned herself around abruptly, facing Pein for the first time since his order was issued. Itachi watched with utter interest he was having a hard time understanding.
She still had her head held high. "Fine. I've done what you want. Now take me to Naruto!" She said sternly, confidently. As if she wasn't drugged and almost entirely naked in front of a room filled with her enemies. Outmatched and out manned. She was in over her head, but she was strong enough not to let it show. It was something he admired.
Pein was gazing down at her as if he was looking through her. Even though she was exposed to him, he wasn't looking at her body at all. Just her face in a steady, non-blinking stare.
Sakura was beginning to shudder under those eyes. She was fighting it, because the girl wasn't anyone to undermine, but she was losing speed. Losing some of her resilience.
It was hard to watch. Itachi focused his attention on her green eyes, rather than the sight of her breasts and wondered where this situation would lead.
Sasuke felt his muscles flexing and twitching in an effort to restrain himself from removing her. From simply removing Sakura from this situation.
It had been close to five years since he'd last laid eyes on Sakura, or Naruto, either of the two. He left them to gain power, and he had accomplished his goal. Power was something he'd achieved years ago, but a side effect of leaving the village in search for power, was that he had to give up his family.
Well, his other family. Not his brother, but his team. Leaving Konoha with Itachi was the only way he could gain the power he craved. The fact that he had to go rogue for that power was regrettable. He didn't blame his team for hating him, and he didn't even blame them for coming after him.
Maybe it was their right. Stupid, loyal Naruto and loving, sweet Sakura. They had came after him even though he told them not to.
But this was ridiculous.
Around three years ago, he had stopped running into them. He didn't spot Sakura anywhere. Sasuke never ran into Naruto, or Kakashi. His old friends that he had left behind in a quest for him to better himself on a personal level, to become more powerful, had apparently given up on trying to get him to return home to them.
He followed Itachi into the Akatsuki, and it was the best decision he'd ever made. Not once since he left Sakura and Naruto had he regretted leaving them.
All of those things aside, he didn't wish them harm. His naive, weak friends who were too foolish to try and grow strong themselves. He didn't want anything outright horrible to befall them.
He simply outgrew their group long before they did.
Yesterday when his brother found him in his room to tell him that Pein had taken hostages, he was more than mildly surprised to hear that Naruto and Sakura hadn't stopped searching for him like he thought.
They were here.
They were so much closer than he thought.
And now he was watching as Sakura was stripped of her pride so that she could perhaps save Naruto.
Sasuke hadn't seen Naruto since he received word that the blond was captured, but immediately he saw Sakura. Pein brought her forth drugged and chained, into the middle of the Akatsuki meeting hall.
It was like swallowing shards of glass.
He hadn't seen Sakura since they were fourteen. Five years ago, she had still been weak. She told him he didn't need to leave to become stronger.
He had left her without a second thought. Power was all to be obtained. It was the ultimate goal, as ninja. Become stronger, and grow.
Sasuke knew he would never grow unless he went to find himself, and his strength, so he left.
With his fists clenched at his side, he was lightly shaking. Stupid girl for getting caught, and even stupider girl for agreeing to prove that she was unarmed by removing all of her clothes.
This was entirely his fault for not being more assertive when he told his old team not to search for him; To let him experience life on his own.
As her breasts bounced free of the wraps that bound them, Sasuke closed his eyes away from the sight. He couldn't see her this way. Not without her pride, and all grown up.
She was a long way away from the fourteen year old, sad girl he'd last seen. And even that was more barely improved from the twelve year old he'd walked away from in the village all those years ago.
Sakura, you idiot.
Really, he couldn't just watch this much longer.
His brother was only a few steps away, and Sasuke cast a quick glance at Itachi. The taller, older Uchiha looked only moderately uncomfortable. At that moment, his brother turned his head and abruptly met his eyes.
They exchanged a very serious expression. He knew that Itachi only knew his friends so well. Before he left the village when he was barely a teenager, he had only ran into Itachi while he was with Team Seven a handful of times. Even then he was considering leaving the village.
When Itachi told him he was leaving to meet a friend, and would be considered a rogue for doing so, Sasuke immediately wanted to go with him. Though his brother warned him not to, Sasuke went anyways.
He never regretted it, but it was possible that Itachi felt responsible for Sasuke leaving the Leaf.
Maybe he even allowed himself to feel responsible for Sakura being in the predicament she was now.
Sasuke turned sharingan away from Sakura. She looked positively radiant really. It was horrific that she could look so beautiful and strong during a moment like this one.
The spite in her eyes as she did what Pein asked was surprising. She was much stronger than Sasuke remembered. At least where her personality was concerned.
She hadn't even spared him a second glance when she first saw him. 5 years since they last met, and she wasn't even giving him any attention at all. It almost made Sasuke wonder whether she was really there for him at all.
Regardless, if Pein did have Naruto somewhere, he was now using that knowledge against Sakura.
"You expect me to just take you there?" Pein's voice sounded harsh like metal grinding against metal, and sour like black licorice.
Sasuke gazed at Sakura. Some of the fight in her eyes evaporated immediately. In a blink it was gone and she almost looked afraid. "You said you would-"
"-Don't tell me what I said," Pein snapped at her, and she recoiled like a spring. Her shoulders betraying her fear, as they hunched forward.
She chewed on her lip, and Pein looked pleased at her demeanor change. "I will keep my word when I feel like keeping it."
A pinkness touched Sakura's cheeks, and Sasuke wondered where it came from. Her eyes were bold and for the first time she looked outright angry. "Do what you want with me, I won't go one step further until I see Naruto." She barked, like a cornered dog.
Sasuke would be impressed with her rebellion if he wasn't afraid it would get her killed. He flinched at the tone of her voice and immediately looked to Pein. This idiot girl was going to get herself killed alright.
There was a disturbing silence that colored the room gray, like they were all trapped within the walls. No one speaking , no one moving.
Pein took a breath and as he released it he spoke, calmly, and arrogantly. "Itachi, Deidara; Take this little girl from my sight. She needs to learn some respect. Do teach it to her." It wasn't a request, and Sasuke stiffened at what it might mean.
His eyes shifted quickly to his brothers dark form.
Itachi had the grace not to react to his name being called, even as it slightly startled him.
Pein's words instilled in him a deep discomfort. He felt the pull of Sasuke peering at him, and for the first time he truly felt Sakura looking at him. He did have the presence of mind to look back at her.
He felt consciousness as he looked at her this time; She was gazing at him with her green eyes, and very much paying attention. The burn was gone from her. No more feisty spirit, no more outstanding resolve. She looked frightened. There was a frown touching her forehead, and her hands had come up to block her breasts from view.
A tightness enveloped him as he met her eyes. An unsettling uneasiness. He had never felt compelled to look away from another person out of embarrassment, or shame before that moment.
He nodded his head to Pein, conscious of the fact that Deidara was already moving forward towards Sakura. He was coming up from behind her, a curiosity present on his face.
Itachi moved to counter him, walking carefully towards her. She was closer to him than Deidara, and he intended to keep it that way.
He remembered the girl from the Leaf. She was quite taken with his brother at the time. Anyone who respected his brother, earned his respect.
While he couldn't say he cared about Sakura, he felt he owed her at least that much.
He reached her quickly and he gazed down at her in the shadows of the main hall. He wondered why all the candlelight seemed to disappear in his presence. He wished it would return so that he could see her face better.
What he could see from her, was anger, resentment, a little shame and disappointment. She looked uncomfortable and even afraid. Very carefully, and slowly he reached his hand down to touch her.
His fingers curled around her upper arm, and she didn't try to fight him, but he felt her shaking beneath his grip. Pulling her closely against him, he was tugging her along quicker than he ideally wanted to, but Deidara was now at his side. The look the blond was giving the pink haired kunoichi under his grip was disturbing him.
They walked through the quiet, dome-like circular room and into the low ceiling, narrow hall way that lead from it to the bedroom quarters. He would take her to his room. Deidara wouldn't resist such a thing. At least, Itachi hoped not.
