Sakura clipped the back of her bra reluctantly. She pulled up her panties as well, staring at Itachi's naked bak. He sat only feet away, on the edge of the bed, unmoving.
The silence was too much.
"You do reali—"
"Yes, I do realize the consequences of what he have done."
"Don't you care?" Sakura's voice trembled. Itachi did not reply.
"Wh—why don't you answer me!?" Her voice shook harder, and she regretted speaking at once.
"There is nothing to say."
Quite in character for Itachi, really. Still, Sakura was frightened. She bit her lip before speaking again.
"We...didn't use any kind of protection. What...what did you do...if I become pregnant...?" She could almost hear his scoff and cold laugh in her imagination — but that was all it was — her imagination.
"If you become useless, I will dispose of you."
"Of course." she murmured, as if it made perfect sense to her. "Just – oh, of course." Her voice continued to tremble as she snatched up other articles of clothing and pulled them on.
"I'm perfect for the job you need done, aren't I, Itachi?" Sakura paused quickly, before continuing. "I am a medic, I am super-powerful...and with your raging hormones, I'm just fabulous for a bout of sex." Her voice was cold and annoyed by the time she had finished. "I couldn't kill you." She stated the last sentence dryly, with a tint of remorse.
"Why?" she asked the question for him, "Maybe the Sharingan would slow me down, but the truth is, I'm simply an emotionally weak girl when it comes to love. And oh, Itachi...it hurts like a bad fuck to admit it, but I love you." she breathed.
"Unfortunately for me, you will never listen."
"..."
"Nor will you ever respond in any way. Once I become annoying, too irritating to even tolerate me for my skills, you will torture me into insanity, perhaps even kill me. Itachi...you are much too predictable for your own good. Maybe all villains are like you, I wouldn't know. Besides Kisame. He, at least, has a sense of humor." She laughed sarcastically, feeling cold, even though it was a hot summer night.
"Our pointless chatter...it is irritating."
Sakura's heart skipped a beat and she clenched her fists.
"I...could easily slit your throat...you are not stronger or faster than I am." He didn't not laugh, as Sakura had.
"You are...hopeless. So am I, however. It does not show, for I have become accustomed to concealing my feelings, but — Sakura. I do look forward to your kisses. The warmth...is pleasant. It is different. It almost feels...real."
"Sorry Itachi..." Her voice reeked with heavy sarcasm. "but nothing is real. Nothing exists. Life is pointless." She hissed out each work, enjoying ever second of torment she knew she was causing Itachi. This was her way of getting back. Her way of getting strong.
"I'm so sick of this, Itachi. I heal, I spar, and I have sex with you. What happened to my life...it's gone."
"Maybe one day you'll be free."
Maybe.
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