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Summary: Haruno Sakura, a normal woman with a normal life, suddenly finds herself in the grasps of her supposed, "Mate." Will time make her fall in love, or is his brutal nature too much for her?
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The tall and pale man, clad in a black coat decorated in red clouds that effectively hid his body from view, let out a snarl while his hands began clenching involuntarily, the blackish purple nail polish glinting in the setting suns light streaming through the open window. His long, silky black bangs slightly swept into the front of his right eye but he took no notice of it. He had to find her. Nothing else mattered to him. He was foolish, and waited too long. The easy opening was his first chance, after all.
A smirk barely grazed one side of his lips. Her scent was still strong, even as the two other members of his team stood in the small living room. His eyes narrowed, taking in the hunger-filled gazes of his teammates. A low warning growl escaped his throat.
"She is mine," he reminded them as his crimson eyes narrowed in on their own -yet more normal- eyes, "You will be punished." The men in the room shivered, the fear rolling down their bodies as they nodded. No one survived if they disobeyed this frightening Uchiha.
"Hai, Uchiha-sama." Said a rough, deep voice coming from the tall red-headed man. This man was also clad in the dark cloak with strange patterns on it, although he looked even less human than them all. The face sticking out from behind the collar of the cloak was cold, unblinking and so very pale. This man was known as Akasuna no Sasori, who had some sort of sick obsession with puppets. The Uchiha knew he would be good in battle, but definitely would do no good in a mission such as this.
The last man who was dressed similarly had long blonde hair, his bangs covering his left eye most of the time. He was good in battle, too, and definitely needn't be on a mission such as this. Itachi understood that Leader wouldn't have had it any other way, though. They weren't allowed to leave the nest alone anymore.
Uchiha Itachi growled inwardly, masking his face into an even harder blank shell than before. His long, black hair was quickly swept back from his face as his thoughts drifted back towards the mission at hand. This was a personal mission, one that he didn't like sharing. He almost had her, her scent lingering just faintly telling him that it had been a few hours since she departed from her most recent hideout. She could be anywhere by now-
A low, angry growl left his lips before snapping up to look at his teammates. He already knew what he would find, even as he walked purposely down to the hall while following that alluring, sweet scent as it grew stronger. Pausing at a door, he quickly grabbed a hold of the handle before slowly stepping inside of the room. A soft, feminine whimper filled the sound of the room as he noticed the figure crouching down under the window.
The Uchiha clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay on task even as he calmly stalked towards the woman, his feet making no noise. Itachi wouldn't have been able to hear his feet anyway, what with the way the young woman's heart was beating frantically and her breathing turning rapid. With some of the last bit of self-control that the man had, he crouched down in front of the woman before tugging her chin to force her eyes into meeting his.
Innocent emerald eyes clashed with haunted, hungry, crimson red eyes before the former violently pulled her chin out of the man's grip and leaned back against the wall. Itachi smirked, already ready to point out how foolish that was. His eyes narrowed on nothing particular as he felt his two teammates behind him. A low growl left his lips, his eyes flashing. They didn't need to see his face to know that he was not in the mood for their disobedience. With barely even a finger to lift, the two men were gone from the small bedroom before the woman in front of him even noticed their presence.
"G-Get out of my home…!" She looked up at him defiantly, her chin jutting out as she held her head up high.
A shiver raced down Itachi's back as he looked at her, his crimson eyes taking in her features. She was beautiful, there's no denying that. Her pastel pink locks went down to around the middle of her back, her pink bangs lightly fanning the front of her face. Moving his eyes lower, he looked in those bright, emerald eyes as she narrowed them at him. He smirked, ignoring her building rage as his eyes dropped down to her lips. They were a light pink, but slowly turning a bit red as her teeth kept sliding out to bite them.
Reaching out a hand, he lightly cupped her cheek while using his thumb to trace over her small, dainty lips while his eyes darkened ever so slightly. She sucked in a tight breath, her heart picking up speed once more. "What is your name?" Itachi asked softly, trying to distract himself from the lust. He couldn't just take her like that, after all.
"H-Haruno Sakura…" She mumbled, her wide innocent eyes staring up at him in shock. She didn't quite know how to react with having some male looking at her like she was some piece of meat. Her instinct was to slap his hand away from her, but it was almost like she was frozen. Not to mention those crimson eyes seemed to be trapping her own. She couldn't look away, no matter how hard she tried.
Itachi smirked, drawing her eyes down to look at his lips. For a moment, she just took in his pale features. Itachi decided to take her sudden lapse as an advantage, leaning forward before nuzzling his face against the side of her neck.
"W-What are you doing?!" She gasped out, placing her small hands against his chest to try and keep him at bay. A light groan left his lips as her scent washed over him, calling him to her. He breathed in deeply before sliding his lips along her throat.
"I've waited so long….I finally found you." He murmured against her skin, effectively causing goosebumps to rise along her arm. She whimpered under him weakly, realizing that even at her strongest she wouldn't be able to move this man away from her. It was like moving rock!
A growl left his lips, pausing in his light ministrations along her neck. "You're mine." He whispered, his fangs slowly extracting as he traced them along her neck. That seemed to have done the trick into knocking her out of her shock, and she pulled back her fist, releasing a punch against her intruder.
To her disappointment, he moved away before her fist could connect with his jaw. He let out a feral grin, standing up as he also pulled her to her feet. Grabbing each of her wrists, he effectively pinned her down against the wall, holding her wrists captive above her head. He slowly let his nose bump against hers, catching her attention before sliding his lips along her cheek. She let out a ragged breath, whimpering lightly before turning her face away.
"W-What are you..?" She whispered, her stuttering getting worse as his lips slowly trailed down her neck. His eyes flashed dangerously before he pulled back, looking down at the dainty woman in his arms. She stared back up at him defiantly, and he knew if she could she would be crossing her arms across her small chest. She settled on just glaring at him, though.
This was his mate. His, and nobody else's. He planned on treating her with as much respect as she deserves, knowing that she was going to reject him over and over again. It suddenly didn't matter, anymore, either. He knew she would be willing eventually. He liked challenges, after all.
A smirk crossed over his blank features, raising one of his perfectly lined eyebrows before he allowed his fangs to extract from his mouth. As soon as she saw them, her whole body went rigid while her eyes stared up at him in horror.
Just to add effect, he let a light growl rumble from his chest as he took in her frightened expression. He didn't really like that look on her. Or maybe he just didn't like it directed at himself? He didn't know. Finally, after getting over her shock, she began thrashing around in his arms. A louder growl rolled from his lips as he pressed his body against hers, his weight holding her down even as she struggled fruitlessly with freeing her wrists.
After deciding he had had enough, he let his lips trace back over the unfamiliar terrain of her neck, sliding his lips softly down before finding the right spot. He bit back a possessive growl as his fangs once more slid out, before he slammed them down into her neck. A pain filled gasp escaped the lips of his mate, and already he could feel her warm tears slide down her cheeks.
"W-What are you doing?! S-Stop! That hurts..!" She cried out against him, trying to wiggle away from the pain. He decided then to let out his possessive growl, closing his eyes as he took a few sips of her blood. A groan left his lips. She tasted so sweet…! Deciding he had enough, he pulled back from her neck, his eyes focusing around the bleeding wound. Leaning forward, he began licking the pain away, along with closing the bite mark, allowing it to heal as fast as possible. Most of her blood had seeped through, sliding along her neck and down her collarbone. He watched as it almost slipped down the front part of her chest, mesmerizing him.
Realizing he hadn't paid any attention to her outfit, he backed up an inch to take in her figure. She was thin, and he decided to let go of her wrists as he traced his hands along the sides of her body. She dropped her hands down to her sides, her eyes closing in dazed shock and pain. She was in too much pain to swat the man away from her, so instead she leaned against the wall as her knees gave out. Looking along her body, he took note of the red kimono she was wearing that went down past her ankles. She must have been out to something formal, he decided.
She was an inch away from unconsciousness, he noticed. Gripping her waist, his hands almost meeting around her body, he held her up against the wall. With a slight sigh, he decided he could memorize himself with her body later as he took in the ragged breaths of pain leaving her lips. Sliding his hands along her back, he lifted her into his arms easily, pressing her face into the crook of his neck as he wrapped her legs around his waist. He bit back a groan as he pressed her body against the wall with his own, effectively holding her up as he grabbed her hands to wrap them around his neck. Standing back up straight he made his way into the living room, finding his two teammates sniffing around the tiny home. The woman in his arms was finally unconscious. Deciding that his team would follow without a command, he walked towards the window and noticed the dark skies. Just in time for traveling, he smirked. He jumped out of the window with hardly jostling Sakura, his two teammates following close behind him.