Shadows from The Past

Summary: Sequel to Akatsuki gang. Sakura lives in the stone country with her unborn child. Itachi/Sakura, lemon, lime

Authors note: Shadows from The Past will probably be better than Akatsuki gang. Why? Because I said so ; if you haven't read Akatsuki gang then it doesn't really matter…but I think you should read it.

Beta: MitsukiShiroi…you have helped me so much with this story, and I thank you!

Chapter One – Friend or Foe?

Sakura sipped from her cup of tea, watching the steam swirl from the mug. Looking out of the small window, she watched how the grass lazily swayed in the breeze. Silently, she set her mug on the wooden table and turned up her small radio.

Slowly, Sakura made her way out of the cozy kitchen and out into the grassy field. Bending down she took a look at the wild flowers. A soft smile settled itself on her lips; she had always loved flowers, especially the pink blossoms.

Sakura swayed slowly through the field, letting her hands run along the long grass and flowers. She had lived in the cottage for over five months. During that time she had tried to pick up the pieces of her heart that lay around her feet. Some of those pieces, however, would still cut deep.

Sighing, she let herself fall onto the earthy floor, tilting her head up so the sun was shining on her face. It was the start of April, the sun finally started to warm a little. Her loose white top shifted a little, ceasing here and there with her movement.

Her short black trousers were loose on her now expanded belly; she had gone up at least four sizes because of her pregnancy! She gave a small snort of laughter; it was a good thing nobody of her team or her Hokage could see her. She would be in big trouble if she had to tell them that she was pregnant of his baby.

She lived on the outskirts of the Hidden Village of Stone, it was peaceful there. Although she missed Konoha more then she could ever express, this was the closest thing to home now, and she instinctively knew that she had made the right decision. She hadn't heard from anyone, well, no one knew where she was. Especially not Tsunade-sama; they would have known she left the gate to Itachi's cell open on purpose, especially the chakra she had transferred to Itachi to heal his worst wounds.

Sakura's looks had changed significantly as well. Her pink hair had grown longer; where it used to sit on her shoulders it now brushed the small of her back. Her face had matured as well; the young curves of her body now completely changed to the womanly curves she had today. She had almost completely changed from the young girl that had left Itachi in his cell, to the radiating mother she was becoming.

She lay down, pursing her lips as the memory of that night came to her mind. Quickly, she got up and headed for the market. She needed to get some food and drinks for tonight. Sakura made her way down the dirt path, the tall looming trees surrounding her.

Her black sandals scraped against the rocks on the path, making small slapping noises every time they set on the rocky path. Sakura got to the big market area within five minutes, a hand held her belly while the other picked up things she wanted to buy.

When she finished shopping, she went to the local sandwich bar deciding on getting a BLT for lunch. Sitting on one of the small stools, she sipped at her class of water. Pondering on what she could do, she had already done up the homely cottage and now all she could do was relax until the baby was born.

Three more months and he would be born. Sakura had found out two months ago that he was going to be a boy; she wasn't a medic-nin for nothing. She smiled in gratitude at the waitress when she walked over to give Sakura her sandwich.

Taking a bite out of the sandwich she swallowed quickly before taking another. Soon the whole sandwich was gone, getting up she strolled out of the sandwich bar and onto the street full of people and children laughing.

Sakura power walked back to her cottage, breathing heavily when she got through the door. Sweat was running down her back and legs, it was hot and she had extra weight on her. Quickly, she moved towards her bathroom to turn on the water so she could have a bath in her old fashioned tub.

Getting undressed without much difficulty she settled in the tub, sighing with relief. She scrubbed at her skin delicately, running her wash cloth over her body. She soaked in the bath for a little while, before gently easing herself out so she could start the dinner for tonight.

Sakura hummed to herself while she made stew, leaving it to boil while she went outside to have an evening class of wine while listening to the crickets chirp and watch the sun go down.

Sitting in her deck chair, she sipped her glass of water.

Flashback

She blushed as everyone looked at her in amusement, suddenly they all turned their heads to the right, and she knitted her eyebrows together in confusion and moved her head to look.

Her jaw dropped.

He was the definition of mysterious sexuality, long dark hair tied back into a simple pony tail and bangs falling into his red eyes, so intense and piercing you could get lost in them, an arrogant smirk plastered over his smooth looking lips, pale skin and a lean compact body muscular body made for sinuous graceful movement. He was wearing a study in black with just enough white to contrast the beautiful shape of his body with black suede shoes, creased tailored pants and jacket fitted perfectly to his frame, the only change an expensive white silk shirt, the collar pulled up high to frame his face. The beautiful material of that shirt just begged to be touched and would be like smooth water running through your fingers; it was so thin you could probably feel every texture of skin on his chest right through the fabric.

Her face went red, a blush straining the capillaries of her face to full capacity. Wow and she had thought Sasuke was good looking? He strutted over and sat at the far end of the table from her. Looking at her all the while he gracefully leaned over and whispered something in Shikamaru's ear.

Shikamaru nodded his head once and came over to her; she did well to hide the shaking over her hands and took a minute struggling to remember why she was here in the first place.

"Oi! New girl He wants you to sit next to him, he would like to talk to you," he said like the words coming from his mouth was more then any person should have to trouble themselves with. She only nodded in thanks giving a quick glance to Ino before she went to take the chair next to him.

As she sat down she gave him a shy smile but he only stared back at her with flat emotionless eyes, scrutinizing her every movement and facial expression she felt he could even tell if she was wearing underwear and even what color they were, god she hated it when people did that she had never appreciated the feeling of being undressed in a crowded room by someone's eyes. She stilled her hand that begged to slap him around his pretty face and put on a smile for the show attempting to hide the blush that was coming to her face either from embarrassment or anger or hell probably a mix of the two which just pissed her off more.

"What's your name?" he asked his voice a husky whisper making her lean forward and strain towards the sound of his voice, she realized this made it seem she was hanging on his every word and almost forced her to pay attention only to him and no one else. Once she realized this she had a hard time maintaining her composure which grew even harder as his musky seductive scent washed over her in waves. She started to feel a deep pull in her lower belly and decided that his smell must not agree very well with her, Sakura didn't have enough experience with sex to be able to tell the difference between passion and nausea.

"Haruno Sakura," she answered politely, silently patting herself on the back for not stuttering. "And why do you want to join Akatsuki?" he questioned; not even bothering to look at her, which only made hearing what he said even harder.

She huffed in annoyance at his disrespect, and her mind went into overdrive, what had the paper said? Why did she want to join Akatsuki? Shit! She thought.

And then it suddenly clicked in her head, "I want to join because you are the deadliest group in Konoha correct? My brother is being held prisoner by an organization called cobra, the leader-"

"Orochimaru," Itachi rudely interrupted, she frowned how could he know that?

"He used to be apart of Akatsuki, but left because I became stronger than him," he replied to the unasked question in her eyes almost seeming to be musing to himself on the implications of this new piece of information.

"I see," she muttered,

"Well then, you will have to go through a trial to join, and I'm not going to make it easy on you." he murmured finally looking at her to her delight. She nodded eagerly her hair swaying with the quick movements of her head and catching the low lights from the bar.
"I'll do anything," she excitedly said; he only smirked at her and nodded again looking away from her.

End Flashback

Sakura was jolted from her musing when she heard a rustling near her, eyeing the bushes and darkness beyond she silently wondered how a green could be so…dark. Shrugging, her eyes glazed over again with her thoughts.

Flashback

He walked around the couch and sat beside her, letting his hand trail up the side of her face she still didn't stop ranting as she was to angry to feel the feather like touch. Itachi smirked as he got to her ear, tickling behind it he heard her slight giggle.

"That tickles" she whispered. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her neck and brought their lips together, washing away any protests when his tongue swiped over her upper lip.

Mewling helplessly, Sakura gave up and loosely wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing her lips against his lightly and opening up to him. Letting his tongue play with hers, he let them fall back so she was on top of him.

He grabbed a hold of her butt, squeezing her globes gently. Hearing her slight moan he smirked against her lips, breaking the kiss off he looked into her bright emerald eyes.

'Oh god, I know I'm falling for him…but I'm on a mission!' Sakura thought to herself.

"Itachi…what are we? I mean…do I mean anything to you?" Sakura timidly traced an invisible line across Itachi's chest. What? Did she expect him to admit his undying love for her? Sakura didn't know why she said that they had only known each other for a week or so and all he wanted was to bed her. But you know…she didn't really care; she lusted after him as well if she had to admit it, who wouldn't?

Before she had time to process it, Itachi had switched their positions so he was on top and she was on the bottom, kissing her with a fierce passion.

Both their clothes were thrown on the floor. Sakura moaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around him loosely; feeling his searching, hot searing touch find her untouched folds, parting them and soothingly stroking her clitoris.

Sakura's head thrashed from side to side, one of his fingers slipping into her delicately. "Itachi," she whispered hoarsely, her eyelids fluttering looking at his beautiful face.

He gave her a small smile, guiding his lips down her neck and to her supple breasts, teasing them with the tip of his tongue.

She groaned his name in broken syllables, softly massaging his scalp with appreciative hands. Sakura whimpered in disappointment when Itachi stopped his ministrations; set on the task of unbuttoning his pants.

Seconds later and Sakura moaned in pleasure as she felt Itachi let his warm body lay over hers, his muscled chest softly moved against hers and he slipped his hands under her upper thighs bringing them around his waist.

Cooing to her softly, and letting his tongue trail around her earlobe, leaving saliva in his tongues wake; Itachi hauled her up and slowly walked down the hall and into Sakura's bedroom.

Sakura was a bit intoxicated from the brandy's, it affected her thinking, I mean, she was just about to make love with her enemy and target. If Tsunade found out she would be toast.

She felt herself being lowered onto her comfy bed, looking up at Itachi, she saw his flicker of resentment, he had tasted the slight tang of alcohol on her lips but this was no time for regrets. He wouldn't be able to stop, he couldn't stop.

Itachi played with her breasts while his lower half came into contact with hers, slowly letting himself be taken in by her. Sakura felt the pain, but she had felt far worse so it really didn't matter, especially because Itachi was playing with her nipples, making her feel pleasure.

When Itachi was into her till the hilt, he settled down and watched her face for a slight discomfort. There was none, so he started to move. Sakura let herself go, squeezing her legs tightly around his waist, feeling her juices trickle down her thighs.

Her cheeks laid home to a heavy, permanent blush; eyes half lidded, full of passion; body language screaming for more from Itachi, which he complied to.

He sheathed himself inside of her over and over again, letting his hands trail fire across her body, her nipples perking at the attention. Letting himself the pleasure of a few grunts and pants, he bowed his head staring at her rising and falling chest, his raven bangs tickling her breasts slightly.

His tongue slid out to caress each nipple slowly, meaningfully. Sakura let her hands run down his back and front, scraping her manicured nails over his nipples getting a harder thrust from Itachi.

Staring into her passion filled eyes, he brought a hand to her cheek and caressed it, Sakura's head tilting to his hand, her eyes closing. Swiftly he gripped her by her hair, pulling her forward and giving her a bruising kiss, pumping harder and faster as the need to climax grew.

Itachi held her hip in a firm but loose grip, making her move in time with his hard thrusts. Holding onto his neck for dear life, she felt him thrust into her harder than a normal human could, making her scream his name over and over.

Everything wiped from her mind except her and Itachi making love, moaning she felt his finger slip beneath her folds and press against her nub.

A particular thrust led Itachi to hit her sweet spot; Sakura tightened her grip around Itachi's neck and screamed his name to the high heavens. The tightness of Sakura made Itachi stifle a long drawn out moan; instead he quickened his pace and came within a few thrusts, letting his sperm flow into her.

As they lay in the aftermath of their climaxes, Itachi rolled over and brought Sakura with him, twirling one of her pink locks around his forefinger.

End flashback

Sakura shifted her thighs together, trying to get a hold of her desires; gulping down the rest of her drink she tried to think of other things than Itachi. Sighing softly she got up and made her way towards the cottage.

She paused, mid-step; she could feel someone there… Shaking her head, she announced that it was her imagination playing tricks on her. But then she halted altogether, she couldn't deny it; the feeling had been there all day…someone was watching her.

Sakura's eyes narrowed her head snapped up and look towards the dark forest. She made her way towards the trees, her eyes widening slightly by what she saw. The shadow smirked.

"So this is where you have been hiding…Sakura," the deep, reprimanding voice made Sakura flinch.

She shifted uncomfortably on her feet, jade eyes trying to see the person she had not thought about.

"What are you doing here…Sasuke?" she asked with a firm voice. Sasuke revealed himself, smirking, to Sakura's eyes.