Sakura didn't know what to do, so she ran. Naruto lay dead on the ground behind her, but the others were still fighting valiantly. The whole Konoha village was trying to fend off the attack of Sasuke and his evil comrades. Though she hated herself for it, she was running away, she simply couldn't bear to face Sasuke. God, Sakura, you fool. How can you still love him after what he did to Naruto? To obtain that wretched mangekyou sharingan. Panting as she darted past the burning ruins, Sakura thought she was safe. But something hard appeared right in front of her and she crashed right into it.
Her first reaction was that it was Sasuke, until she got a clearer look. "I… Itachi." Sakura stopped, knowing it was no use to try and get away. If he wanted to kill her, she couldn't stop him. No more of that nonsense, the fight until the bitter end crap. Naruto had tried it, and now he was dead. Gone forever. Sakura felt tears well in her eyes as she tried not to cry. Konoha seemed doomed too, and she hated Itachi for witnessing her as she fled from his brother. Deep down, she understood that it had not been his doing, but she couldn't find anyone else to hate at this point.
"Damn Uchihas, I hate you, I hate you, you're all fucking bastards!" Sakura spat out, not caring that he didn't care. His eyes, void of the sharingan for once, stared at her emptily. Somewhere deep down, Itachi understood what the girl was feeling. Despair, perhaps? Yes, most likely. She raised a tired arm to hit him, but he caught it easily and threw her back. She hit a tree, but Itachi had been softer than usual. She hardly even felt it behind her. Sakura balled up, letting the tears run freely down her face, simply because she had nothing more to do.
"They're all going to die. You made the right choice, running away," Itachi told her coldly as he stepped over her small body, walking away with the Akatsuki cape billowing out behind him. "But it's all the same. You'll die when they're gone." He continued to walk.
Sakura felt so defeated. Sasuke would take her willingly into his arms, and treat her kindly if she joined him. But she couldn't bear it, she couldn't bear to ever look at him again. It hurt her that he was putting her in this position. She loved him, she was smart enough to know that. But God, she didn't want to. She wanted to despise him, give up on him like all the others had done. "He'll never be the same again." She grit her teeth, and pulled out her last kunai. Placing the sharp blade on her battered wrists, she made a slashing motion and watched the blood begin to spill out from her veins. Sakura wanted only death now.
"You're a coward." Itachi's face appeared inches from hers as the sharingan re-entered his eyes. He moved his hands over her wrists, and his glowing chakra easily repaired the damage done.
"You look so much like him, you know." Sakura breathed heavily, her chest rising then falling. "The only thing that set you apart was that Sasuke had not yet obtained the mangekyou sharingan. But now he has it." She hated him for how he reminded her of Sasuke, how she could feel her love and hate for him burn as she stared into Itachi's blood-red eyes.
"If you want him so much, you should have taken him up on his offer. He would have treated you well." Itachi smirked, reading her mind. She glared at him with feistiness, then turned her head to the side sharply.
Itachi glanced at her silently for another moment. What was he doing, speaking to the stupid little Leaf girl? Perhaps it was her connection to Sasuke that drew him to her. Itachi knew Sasuke wanted her so she could heal the damage that had come with the mangekyou sharingan. Itachi remembered the sensation well. His eyes had been searing with pain, feeling like they were bleeding almost. The sharingan, while powerful, could be terrible to use. Everytime it was activated, Itachi felt the pain shooting back. While using it for long periods of time, he often went blind for weeks after. She could take it all away. There would be no consequence to using the sharingan, no disadvantages at all. Without warning, Itachi delivered a quick blow to Sakura's head. The girl fell back, limp. He picked her up and with a swirl of wind, the two disappeared.
Sakura woke up, sore and tired. But she was alert. The room she was in was warm, a fireplace crackling. There was a bed, an armchair, a table, and a closet. Her bed was so comfortable, she felt she could drift off again. But then, she realized that she had been taken here by Itachi.
"You're up, I see." Itachi said quietly from the corner of the room. Sakura jumped; she hadn't noticed him at all.
"What do you want with me?" Sakura asked warily as she got out of the bed.
In an instant, he was right in front of her again. She tried to pull herself away but felt her back hitting the cold walls. Sakura couldn't help but feel her heart thud in fear. She willed herself to melt away, for her body to pass through the walls, but no such thing would happen. Itachi seemed to enjoy intimidating her. He looked down at her with a cold expression on his face. Sakura closed her eyes, not wanting to look into the mangekyou sharingan. "Open your eyes." Itachi ordered monotonously. Sakura refused to, and he pushed her further back against the wall. She could feel the heat of his surprisingly warm body seeping into hers. His muscles rippled against her with every breath that he took, every moment she did not do as he wished. Finally, Sakura opened her eyes. He drew back. She stared into his dark red eyes, knowing what would happen.
But nothing did. He said, "Make my eyes they way they were before." Sakura stared at him, surprised he hadn't done something more terrible to her by now.
Finally, Inner Sakura made an appearance. "You knocked me out and brought me here! What the hell makes you think I'll help you in any way?" Sakura shouted at him. "Go fuck off and die somewhere! I want to go, I want to leave!" She hated him. Hated him for looking like Sasuke, for reminding her of him.
"You won't have anywhere to go." He said to her, not angered in the least. Itachi's face held still, in that stoic expression of his.
"Let me go!" Sakura unleashed her inner strength, a burst of chakra enflaming her hands as she moved to strike him. Of course he moved, but not before feeling exactly how strong she was. He was almost impressed. But not quite. She obviously did not know how to control all of her strength yet. If she did, she wouldn't even be in the situation. Sakura moved to hit him again. This time, Itachi reappeared behind her back and grabbed her shoulder, twisting her arms back. Tying them together after muttering a seal, he threw her back onto the large bed.
"You'll heal my eyes, whether you want to or not." Itachi stared at her, his sharingan trying to draw her into a dark memory. He searched for it, tried to find a painful one in her mind.
flashback
"Sasuke!" Sakura screamed out. She was naked, writhing underneath him. "Oh, God, Sasuke!" Sakura cried out in pleasure, her hands making indents in his muscled back as he fucked her harder and harder. The handsome Uchiha overtop of her grunted as he felt his release, and she moaned along with him.
"Sasuke, don't ever leave me," Sakura whispered softly. But then, she felt the coldness of the night air wrap around her and didn't even have to open her eyes to know that he was gone.
flashback
Sakura cried, sobbed quietly and letting the tears flow freely down her face. She hadn't recuperated from the effects of her memory. Itachi had stopped it abruptly, somewhat surprised by what he was seeing her see. The pink-haired girl had slept with his brother. For the first time in a while, he let a bemused expression cross his face. So the girl had a complicated history with his moronic little brother. He really couldn't bring himself to care.
Finally, Sakura stopped the tears from flowing down her face. "Let me move again, I won't try anything, I promise." She hated being restricted, bound the way she was. Invisible ropes kept her hands behind her back. Sakura bit her lip to keep from shouting profanity at her captor. God, she never wanted to relive the memory of Sasuke ever again. Ironic how every time she looked at him, she only saw his younger brother. "Please."
Itachi's eyes flickered, changing back into their deep shade of dark blue. "You'll heal my eyes or find yourself tied up like this every day."
Sakura's temper flared. "How dare you threaten me! I've already lost everything that's important to me, I don't give a fuck if you tie me up or even if you kill me!"
"You should stop talking. You realize you're sitting tied up on my bed." Itachi let a hint of an amused smirk cross his face. Sakura's face twisted in disgust as she found the meaning of his words. "Relax, kunoichi. I have no interest in that. You'll heal my eyes…" this time he decided to make a threat that could make her feel worse. "Or I'll make you relive Sasuke every day." His eyes flickered coldly.
Sakura could feel her hate for him mounting. "Fine. Fine! I'll do what I can for your fucking eyes."
"Language." Itachi warned. He walked toward the wooden doors, deciding he would let her rest and start healing him the day after. "Rest well. You have work tomorrow, kunoichi."
"It's Sakura."
Itachi stopped for a moment, right in front of the doors. Pushing them open and walking out, he said, "Right. Sakura."
End of Chapter One
lol i was inspired briefly when i waswalking outside and i saw this cute little japanese boy who reminded me of what sasuke might have looked like a long time ago lol anyway, i'll be updating soon i hope... maybe in the next few days?
thanks for reading, comment maybe:)
TheKat
