Three Strikes and I'm Out
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto… because Itachi would still be alive and he would've married Sakura if I did.
I had never asked for more when they kidnapped me except to just let me go. That their efforts to try and kidnap the Kyuubi were futile because I had made Naruto promise me to never come after me. Then they mocked me, telling me that promises in the world we live in are worthless. I told them no and I never prayed or hoped that someone would come rescue me from the hell I live in. After all, this is the path of a shinobi. A shinobi who was friends with what the Akatsuki were after.
It's funny. The man I loved the most had left. I was captured by the Akatsuki. I hoped that Naruto would stay safe. But I knew he wouldn't. There would be a time when all things would just come to an end. I laugh inwardly about it.
My guard that's been assigned to me just looks at me now, not talking. My hands are cuffed behind my back, palms upward. My feet are chained. I am bound to the ground. The chakra spell on the chains keep me from escaping. His onyx eyes stare at me, looking me deeply in the eyes, probing. The door opens, and he looks at the people that come in. Kisame and Sasori enter. They drop water on me. They hit me until I become bruised here and there. They throw me against the wall and they leave. I push my weight against my elbow, not making a sound, not shedding a tear, not saying anything, not showing any weakness to my guard. Wouldn't Sasuke-kun be proud? What would Naruto say? Itachi comes up to me, ice pack in his hand and a towel in the other. He dried me and placed the ice pack on one of my bruises. He releases my chains and locks the door. He takes out a shogi board and opens the window partially. I shiver from the cold and he sees it. He takes off his cloak and places it around me. We play.
I wake up to see Itachi kneeling down in front of me, a picture frame in his hand. He talks to me for the first time.
"This is for you." He hands me the picture frame and tears spring to my eyes. The first sign of weakness, but yet, I couldn't stop it. The picture… Team 7. Itachi releases my chains once again, letting me touch the picture. Kakashi-sensei… is he still late to team meetings? Naruto… is he still alive from eating too much ramen? Sasuke-kun… what is he up to these days? I look up to Itachi.
"Why?" The tears fall from my face. The second sign of weakness. Three strikes and I'm out.
"Just because." The tears don't stop, chokes come out from my mouth, and sobs can be heard. My body shakes and I fall into Itachi's arms. He pulls me close to him. And I let him, wrapping my own arms around him, looking for comfort.
Three strikes.
And I'm out.
Here's a little fic about Itachi and Sakura. If you look closely, there is indeed ITASAKU. So yeah, review please. No flamers.