They Don't Coincide

By: Apherion

Summary: He savors the feeling of her fear. She hates that he is so near. They don't coincide—love and lust. ItachiSakura Mature Warning. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU CANNOT HANDLE RAPE, LEMONS, VIOLENCE, AND LANGUAGE.

Chapter 1

I smiled at Sasuke after he kissed me. His hands were still locked with mine and I basked in the feeling of him being so close. I couldn't help but feel loved. He caressed my cheek gently.

"Sakura," he whispered in my ear, and my face fell. He had to leave. "It's time, I must go." His stoic voice held just a hint of worry of leaving me alone. It should've been me that was doing the worrying. He was the one going on an S-ranked mission in the first place, along with Kakashi-sensei and Naruto and Neji.

"I know, be safe," and I kissed him as hard as I could. He returned the pressure ten-fold leaving me breathless as he broke and ran away. I felt as though I had been burned on the mouth. My hands still felt like they were still holding his.

Konoha instantly felt like a ghost town.

"Sakura, god I'm so glad I caught you!" Temari yelled exuberantly. I groaned. I loved her, I truly did, but Temari had the bad habit of showing up at the wrong time, at least when it came to me. I still wasn't able to get over the fact that she was Gaara's sister and that the two of them were… I shuddered, the idea too incredibly wrong to discuss publicly.

"Hi Temari…how's…Gaara?" I struggled with it, repressing the shudders. Sand is really accepting, I thought, but I bet the incentive to the people keeping their mouths' shut is because he's the Kazekage of the village.

"He's fine…actually; I've wanted to ask for your help with something. It's a bit of a trivial mission, but I figured that you could help. You see, I thought you were going on that mission with Neji and them, but you weren't so…" she trailed, sounding hopeful.

"What is it that you need my help with?" I asked patient and waiting.

"Well, I need to be escorted to Sand by a medic-nin because Tsunade gave me a few medical scrolls…let me rephrase that: I need to escort a medic to Sand so the medic can help the medic-nins there." She looked at me expectantly, and I caved. I had nothing better to do anyway.

"Sure, do we leave right now?" I asked, trying to sound semi-enthusiastic. She grinned, happy that I accepted her proposal.

"If you wish to, I don't see why not," she smiled and began to walk towards the gates of Konoha. "Oh, and don't worry about your shifts…Tsunade's taking care of them." I nodded and followed her. I at least had something to occupy my thoughts while Sasuke was gone.

As we were walking through the dark green forest, I began to get the feeling like we were being watched. I didn't ask Temari if she felt the same way. In fact, Temari appeared oblivious to anything except for her walking through this forest. I was beginning to feel unnerved as I trailed behind the blond.

"You've never been to Sand have you, Sakura?" Temari asked as she led the way. I called back a reply, which told her I had never. I still couldn't shake the sensation. I was tensed and I kept looking over my shoulder in vain hopes of finding the lurking culprit. I was tempted to speeding my pace, but I didn't want to rouse any suspicions on Temari's part that I was going mad. She clearly couldn't detect any other persons besides themselves in this part of the forest.

I didn't have time to react.

I was shoved against a tree with irresistible force, whisked away from my path without the slightest noise. Temari didn't stop, thinking I was still behind her.

"Hel-mmmph!" My attempt to yell was cut off as my kidnapper covered his hand over my mouth. Still with his hand over my mouth, in a blinding movement my back was pressed against a hard chest and we were moving further away from Temari. I struggled to get free from my captor, but found it impossible. My eyes caught a glint of a too familiar ring…

My fighting became more frantic as I tried to get out of his grasp. I bit at his hand and I flailed my legs to no avail. It took me awhile to figure out we had stopped moving. His lips breathed against my ear.

"Stop." The command froze my entire body as my fears were realized. My heart rate went through the roof and I heard his cloak billow softly in the breeze. Alarm filtered through my whole being. I'm dead, I cried in my head.

"I'm going to put you down now." His voice was cold and he enunciated everything to depict the sweet malice dripping in his tones. "Move and I won't hesitate to hurt you." I listened raptly, noting how he had said 'hurt' instead of 'kill'. Self-preservation told me that between being 'hurt' and being killed; being killed would be the less painful of the two. The paradox echoed endlessly through my head. It would've been comical if the man holding me wasn't someone whose name seemed to bring death.

True to his word, he released me from his grasp. Though my knees shook I did not move, nor did I scream for help. Though he had not said he would do harm to me if I did so, I knew it would merit a beating. This man loved torture, sick with sadism. My stomach churned at what he could do to me.

Itachi stared down at me with an emotion I had never seen before. It was primitive and almost savage. I began to feel sick, all of a sudden claustrophobic. Despite his request for me to not move, I wanted to flee, to run away from the lustful eyes. His cloak had dropped to the ground and my stomach disappeared as I blanched.

A wicked smile was in place as he advanced on me. My breathing quickened and I felt so vulnerable, so weak. His lips were against mine as I went to turn my face. His hands touched my cheeks gently and then softer still pushed my face back. I flinched and felt his hand strike me. I fell to the forest floor, eyes watering with tears as I looked up at him.

"I told you not to move," he said in the same, sadistic, cold voice. I shuddered and lay perfectly still, closing my eyes. I felt his lips against mine with bruising force. I couldn't breathe. His hands groped at my body, and I felt the contusions forming on my fair skin.

I noticed I was crying when I felt him slap me again. My cheek stung from the contact. He didn't say anything to me this time, and I felt his weight shift. I was too busy praying to anyone that would listen. This can't be happening! I must be dreaming! This is a nightmare!

My thoughts were drowned by one of his hands trailing down my stomach—which had been revealed some time ago. My eyes shot open, shivering against the tickling feeling. His lips crushed mine again, but I could still feel his hand…his fingers…

Crying harder, I didn't understand why. Why me? I screamed in my head. This was too horrible. I imagined a different situation, imagined it wasn't Itachi doing this. Sasuke, I thought as I shut my eyes tightly.

His lips played against mine as one of his hands held my wrists above my head. I pretended I couldn't feel his other hand slipping off my last bits of clothing.

My eyes opened, watching him watch me. Those sharigan eyes stared into mine passionately as his hair fell gracefully over them, almost beautiful. And then, I screamed.

His hand held me by my waist, pulling me harder on him as he ripped through me. I could almost feel myself bleeding. Tears flowed more rapidly as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. I couldn't breathe, my breath hitching with each push. It hurt so bad, I was reduced to crying vague pleas.

Every time, it was as though he was trying to cause me pain, as though he getting one pleasure out of me wasn't enough. I was tight around him, so tight it hurt when he pulled out slightly. He was still gripping my side, forcing me against him in time with each of his thrusts. I was in pure agony.

"S-stop…p-please…" I said weakly, crying so hard. I didn't even know why I bothered. I knew he wouldn't. My begging seemed to encourage him to go a tad bit faster and I felt as though he was stabbing me each time. I prayed for it to be over. He was pushing so hard and so far into me, each pain flowed anew. I screamed again and again and the hand holding my wrists above my head went to my other hip.

Pangs shot through me as he forced me into his body, his body pushing back deeper. There were no words to describe this feeling. I began to feel numb as my mid-drift tightened. I constricted against him and he pushed past it, tearing me further. I shuddered convulsively before allowing unconsciousness to sweep over me.

When I awoke, I couldn't describe the pain. I didn't want to move, ever. Just let me die here, it hurts too much.

"You're awake?" His voice was soft, kind, almost as if he had no recollection of what happened before I passed out. I noted that I was on something much softer than ground. A bed?

"Where am I?" I asked assertively. He chuckled darkly and I cringed, hurting myself in turn. I felt as though I had been stabbed.

"A house," his cold tone was a definite mood shift. It startled me and I tried to move further away from him. However, it was a vain try, it hurt.

"Where though?" I asked, almost in tears. I wanted to draw my knees to my chest, but I couldn't…the pain. His hand touched my shoulder and I wanted to shake it off, to get away from him. I shuddered in fear.

"Nowhere of importance to you." Was his voice stony and hard? I couldn't tell if the words were more for him to say rather than for me to hear. I just wanted to get away, reverse time—go back—and deny Temari my expertise.

"They'll come for me…they'll realize I'm gone." I said coldly…hopefully. Itachi just stared at me. Minutes passed as we continued to look at one another, he touched my stomach. I gasped, gripping the sheets, before I felt the cool, tingling sensation of chakra washing over me. My eyes must've alerted him into speech.

"You don't know how to heal yourself…or you'd have done so by now…" He said it as though he was thinking out loud. He continued pouring his chakra into me, and I felt the soreness ebb away. I felt a wave of tiredness overcome me. I began to feel very…drowsy. I didn't want to sleep in his presence, but as my pain left me, I was light-headed and a nap sounded like a great idea.

"I know they will, but…" and I could hear no more of what he said to me. I was too tired to care. I fell into a comfortable sleep.

TBC...