Title: silk kimono

Author: paws-bells

Characters/Pairing: Haruno Sakura and Uchiha Itachi

Type: Continuous (InComplete)

Genre: General/Romance

Word Count: 4233

Theme: LJ Community, 50shinobi theme #39, silk kimono

Rating: M (Contains content suitable for mature teens and older)

Disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishimoto-san.

Summary: AU. She was one of the youngest Neurosurgeons in Tokyo, sweet, innocent and extremely good in what she does. He was the youngest ever to assume the role of Superintendent-General, a coldly emotionless genius who was taught from birth to take anything he wanted—one of the most influential men in Japan. They were never supposed to meet; their worlds so vastly different that it was a literal head on collision when their paths crossed and that left them both shaken and wanting for more. She had always been oblivious and wary of the opposite sex, he simply would not take 'no' for an answer. This Christmas holidays was going to be something neither would forget.

A/N: This is probably the longest one-shot in the history of one-shots. It had simply gotten out of hand and had taken me an entire week to complete it. I was like a speed demon typing away on the laptop, trust me. My classmates thought that I was insane. I think I am, in a way. Again, enjoy if you can, folks.

Chapter Last Revised on: 09/12/07


Chapter 2

Sakura really had no idea whatsoever what was going on. One moment she was about to reach for that sinful looking French vanilla truffle that had been beckoning to her ever since she had laid eyes upon it, the next there was someone blocking her line of sight to the delicious confection. How the person had managed to slip in between herself and the buffet table was a great mystery to the pink-haired female but Sakura knew what she had to do.

"Excuse me." Not even looking up, the pretty doctor started to move around the person before her only to have her path blocked when he shifted into her way again. Frowning slightly as she tried to interpret the meaning of this, Sakura finally looked up to identify the mystery man.

"Hi. I cannot help but notice that you are all alone."

He was quite handsome. A most charming boyish smile, short inky black hair that was softly spiked and an angular face that most women would find pleasing. Sakura was slightly uncomfortable with the way those electric blue eyes kept running up and down the length of her body though; despite the fact that she was covered from neck to toe it was as if those eyes were mentally undressing her.

She wouldn't be too far from the truth.

The pink-haired female took a small, wary step back before she even knew what she was doing. She smiled hesitantly at the taller man.

"I'm waiting for my friend, actually." Her voice was soft, her pitch gentle and soothing. The man's eyes widened slightly with delight.

"Is that so?" He wasn't even feigning dismay at the fact that she was all alone. "Well, you can always make a new friend. My name is Aoishi Isuka. And you are?"

His earnest question had Sakura blurting out her first name before she could stop herself.

"Aa. Sakura-san, you have a very lovely name. May I steal a dance from a beautiful blossom such as yourself?"

He was just too sleek, too charismatic for her to be charmed. Not to mention that he was still eyeing her as if she was a piece of candy that he couldn't wait to devour. Sakura grimaced inwardly. Mentally reminding herself to tear a new one into Ino for dumping her here like this, she shook her head as ruefully as she could.

"I'm sorry." She apologized genuinely. "I really don't feel like dancing at the moment."

He looked crushed—but in a most winsome way. Sakura was starting to feel a little disgruntled about how smooth this guy was. "Are you absolutely sure?"

Sakura bit her lip, wondering how to shake him off without sounding rude. She nodded once more. "Yes. I'm really sorry. It is rather hard to move in this attire."

"I see." He was now looking so understanding at her that Sakura was a little nonplussed. Do women really fall for this type of exaggerated 'aw shucks' appeal? Isuka's attention was no longer focused on getting Sakura into his arms however; he had just noticed something much more interesting.

Blue eyes gleaming in a way that was filled with predatory intent, he tapped his mouth. "You have some chocolate on your lips, Sakura-san."

The pink-haired female jolted with surprise, temporarily forgetting her growing discomfort. "I do?" She asked as her hand flew up to her mouth. "Where? Here?"

It was only the smallest smudge but of course Sakura was not aware of that. She was busy trying to rid herself of that stain but was not succeeding very well and feeling mildly embarrassed while she was at it.

This was his chance. Taking a quick step closer towards the gorgeous but distracted female Isuka lifted his hand and brought it towards Sakura.

"Let me."

Sakura was immediately alarmed. When did he get so near? She started to lurch backwards but knew instinctively that she wasn't going to make it. "Erm, I don't think that's necessary-"

Her quick statement ended abruptly in a loud squeak when the sudden presence of a strong arm wrapped around her waist made itself abundantly clear to her. Before Sakura could react to this strange turn of events she was promptly removed from Isuka's eager reach and-

And being kissed by an entirely unknown man.

Large doe-like eyes were filled with pure incomprehension. Everything happened so fast and she had no idea what was going on. The brilliant emerald orbs widened further when the second male slid his tongue against the seam of her closed mouth and gave her succulent lips a gentle nip before withdrawing completely from her.

Whereby she had only managed to see darkened onyx eyes when he was kissing her, his entire features came into view as he straightened to face the stunned Isuka, arm still wrapped possessively around her waist to keep her firmly beside him.

Sakura could only stare at the even taller male in shock.

Whereas Isuka had been handsome in a most boyish manner, this man was simply beautiful.

His long raven hair was tied in a low ponytail at his nape and trailed down slightly past his collar bone. His face was arrogantly aristocratic with unbelievably high cheekbones, a sharp nose and thin, unsmiling lips. The obsidian eyes that she swore had flashed with a hint of…something earlier was now cool and emotionless, and put together with his lean form and seemingly distant demeanor…

Sakura felt herself burning a bright, furious red. What the hell was she thinking? This man had just kissed her against her will!

"Aoishi." His strangely lilting tenor had her shivering slightly with a sort of delight she wasn't quite sure she understood. All Sakura knew was that his silky voice caressed her spine in a way that made her want to edge even nearer to him, which was ridiculous because she was supposed to be finding a way to get him to let her go, not the other way around. The bewildered petal-haired female frowned and eyed the two males curiously.

Whereas Isuka had attended the function as a rather dashing pirate, the unknown male was dressed in a formal tuxedo of unrelieved black that made him look very intimidating. She tried to edge away from him but he merely tightened his hold without even looking down at her.

Isuka narrowed his eyes slightly at the impassive male standing before him with his arm wrapped around the nonplussed female. "You-"

"You have my appreciation for amusing my date until I could get here, Aoishi." His tone was quietly tranquil but the hint of condescension was apparent even to Sakura. Isuka started to turn a dull red. "I believe that you are needed somewhere else now, however. Your wife is looking for you."

Immediately Sakura quit trying to escape the man beside her in favor of staring at Isuka with sheer outrage. He was married and yet he still had the gall to flirt most outrageously with her!! Before the pink-haired female could open her mouth to give the man a piece of her mind however, she was promptly guided away from the red-faced 'pirate'.

"Come." After giving the attorney a curt nod he easily led her away. Sakura allowed herself to be propelled into the large crowd of people until she realized just what she was doing.

"Hey…wait!"

Sakura tried to stop him from dragging her along to wherever he wanted to go but he did not seem fazed by her reluctance. Cool onyx eyes slid over to look at her.

"Yes?" He was so cordially polite that Sakura paused for a moment.

"Please let me go?"

It wasn't supposed to come out as a question and Sakura was a little bewildered when it had. He didn't waste time taking advantage of it, however.

"No."

Sakura stared at him. She had never been in a situation like this before and honestly she had no idea how to react to it.

…does this count as kidnapping?

"You are aware that this is a police-hosted function, right?" Sakura asked calmly. She had no idea why she was so composed when there was an unknown man all but attached to her hip. Despite all the layers of clothing she had on her the heat of his large palm against the small of her back felt so intensely warm that she turned pink just thinking of it.

To Sakura's surprise (and the increased blush on her cheeks), his glacier eyes warmed fractionally with the mildest of amusement. "Yes, I am quite aware of that."

Sakura really did not know what else to say.

"Please return me to the buffet table. I'm sure Isuka-san has left already."

The amusement in his eyes became a little more apparent.

"Are you still hungry?"

His soft tone sounded so intimate to her that the pink-haired female had trouble deciphering his words. Then she quickly shook her head.

"No…" She stammered slightly, not really understanding why she was behaving so timidly under the presence of this man. She was almost sure that she really didn't like the way she was behaving right now. "Not really."

"Very well. You will dance with me."

It wasn't even a request; it was an outright demand.

Before Sakura could protest he had easily gathered her to him and was starting to position her limbs around him for the dance. She wasn't even aware that he had walked them both to the dance floor until now, so busy was she trying to figure just what was going on here.

Sakura was sincerely regretting being spirited away by this arrogant man. Married or no, Isuka hadn't even been half as bad as this male and she probably had better chances escaping unscathed with him than with this raven-haired and cool-eyed enigma standing before her. It was also irritating her that he was pushing her around so easily like this.

Emerald eyes fired up with increasing agitation.

"Stop." Sakura lifted her head and glared at him with as much annoyance as she could muster. "I don't want to do this." She quickly took her hand off his shoulder and moved it behind to try to disengage his arm from her waist. "Please let me go now, Mister."

Somehow she wasn't very surprised when he did not budge. Onyx eyes perused her silently. It was amusing that she was still being so polite when she was obviously getting angry. He had no doubt that anyone unfortunate enough to assail her would be given a lecture about manners and morals that they wouldn't forget in a hurry.

It must be the reason why he was so interested in her.

"Is this the way to repay the person who had just rescued you from an overly amorous suitor?" His voice was quietly silky and Sakura gasped indignantly.

"Isuka-san wasn't an 'amorous suitor', as you have so rudely put it! I didn't even know him until today!" The pretty petal-haired female defended immediately. "And you didn't rescue me; you took advantage of me!"

He lifted a brow.

"Did I?"

She let out a cute growl at his bland question. He wondered if she was aware that they were already moving to the slow music. Judging by the preoccupied look on her face he really doubted it. Onyx eyes gleamed with masculine amusement.

"You kissed me against my will!!"

"I didn't hear any protests from you earlier." He retorted mildly. She turned bright red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"That's because I didn't have time to react!"

His brow rose at her unwitting invitation. Drawing his face very close to hers, he whispered his question to the badly blushing female.

"So if I were to kiss you now, would it give you enough time to…react?" He asked her quietly, his voice filled with gentle teasing…and a little of something else.

Sakura stared at him with wide eyes, and for a short moment he was reminded of an innocent doe caught in the headlights.

She stopped dancing immediately, and he had no choice but to halt with her.

"I…I need to go."

To say that Sakura was not used to this type of attention would not be an understatement. For some reason the sweet, vivacious young woman was always shying away from masculine attention, which certainly explained why she had never had a relationship before in her entire life. Friendship she could easily handle but this, this was something she was just not equipped for. While most teenaged girls were falling in love and crushing on boys Sakura had spent most of her adolescence studying instead and as such she really had no idea what to make of intimate relationships and the opposite sex. She was already twenty-two years old, but yet she was still painfully inexperienced about love and the infamous dating game.

And she was quite content to remain that way actually.

Tonight however, she had clearly met her match. The man whose attention she had caught was like no other she had ever known, and he had no intention of letting her go anywhere until he was good and ready to release her.

In response to her sudden remark he brought her even closer against him, much to her surprise. Onyx eyes darkened slightly at the mild panic in her own emerald gaze. She was so very innocent, and he found himself even more mesmerized with her than ever. He moved his face towards hers until their cheeks touched.

"You are lying to me, hime." His soft purr did strange things to her insides. Sakura's breath hitched as his heated whisper brushed against the sensitive skin of her ear. She didn't move when he withdrew slightly and pressed his lips against the side of her slightly parted mouth.

Her beautiful emerald eyes were dark and confused. The world around them had ceased to exist; it was only the two of them, focused intently upon each other.

"Why…are you doing this? I don't even know you." Sakura was utterly bewildered by his attention. What had she done to merit this? The petal-haired female did not know what to think. Morally this was definitely wrong; she didn't even know his name but yet it had felt so good when he was surrounding her like this, arms around her, lips caressing her face. It was something that she had never experienced before, that was for sure.

Sakura wasn't sure if she wanted to know more about this new thing that she was feeling.

The most curious part of her was leaning towards 'yes' though.

"Do you want to know me?" His question back to her was deceptively simple but its hidden meaning was something Sakura had detected right away but unfortunately did not understand enough to decipher what it meant.

He took advantage of her hesitation and started to lead her out to the deserted patio nearby. Their exchange was something he had no wish for others to see. It was private and quickly getting so intimate that he was becoming rapidly possessive of this little pink-haired female who didn't even have an idea how much she was affecting him. She followed blindly, too occupied with her confusion to know any better.

"This is not a good idea." Sakura blurted out at last. She was inexperienced yes, but not stupid and definitely not blind.

He was not surprised by her resistance. Most females would have jumped to be in the position that she was in now but of course not her. It spoke a lot for her innocence and unfortunately for her he was more determined to have her than ever.

He turned completely to her and stared at her intensely.

"You are afraid of me." There was no apology in his tone, just plain fact. A part of Sakura wanted to puff up and deny his simple charge but she knew that she would have been lying if she had. Oh, if she had known that she would be in this situation now she would never have agreed to come here! Damn Ino!!

"…Yes." Long dense eyelashes a shade darker than her vivid pink hair lowered, and effectively concealed her eyes. "Yes, you frighten me."

This time he was genuinely surprised. It never showed on his face though. It never will.

"I will not hurt you."

She was not the only one taken aback by the quiet emphasis in his tone. He had meant what he said of course, but he had not expected for his conviction to be so strong. He wasn't alarmed by it however. He never broke his promises and this just made it even more iron-clad than ever.

Sakura did not know what to think.

For all she knew he could have said the same thing to hundreds of other women before. For all she knew he could be lying through his teeth. For all she knew he could be just toying with her. Sakura really did not know what to think, what to decide.

Then he made the decision for her.

The first two occurrences earlier had been flukes; they didn't count.

This time, however…

It was a kiss that Sakura would never forget.

He was unbelievably gentle when he bent his head down and caught her lips with his. Long fingered hands, artist's hands, traced the graceful line of her jaw as he lifted her face up to his. It was a gentle contact of lips and nothing more, and she who had been frozen stiff at first began to relax slightly at the soothing way the pad of his thumb was trailing lazy circles across her cheek. He didn't force his way into her, instead he coaxed silently; licking delicately at her lips, tasting the mild chocolate coated flavor of her essence, allowing her to accustom herself to him.

And slowly, shyly, she began to respond. Her eyes fluttered close, her lips moved slightly, experimentally against his, and entirely of her own volition she edged a little closer to him. Onyx eyes gleamed with muted triumph.

Sakura trembled finely as warm lips moved away from hers to trail to her cheekbone, then to her nose, her jaw. A small sound escaped from her throat despite herself, and she did not understand why. Her eyes opened, looked into his. He was waiting.

"Open your mouth, hime." He whispered against her lips.

His silky tenor was husky and so very velvety that she obeyed immediately. Cautiously, she parted her lips for him and it didn't take much more for him to invite himself into her.

Dark emerald eyes widened slightly when his tongue slipped past her lips; they shot straight to his again with bewilderment. The texture of his tongue rubbing almost sinfully against hers certainly didn't feel bad, but she felt slightly awkward all the same because this was something she had never done before.

But she could learn, right?

Delicately, the petal-haired female touched her own appendage against his, slightly startled when a rumble of approval erupted from his chest. Slowly becoming more adventurous, Sakura relaxed slightly and started to curl her tongue around his, rubbing her lips against his own as she did and pressing even closer to him than ever. Her actions pleased him and he quickly took their kiss to a much more aggressive and sensual level.

Pushing fully into her small mouth, he sucked at her succulent lips and explored her as thoroughly as he could. Her small dainty teeth were straight and perfect and she let out a small whimper when he returned his attention to her tongue again.

Her eyes were beginning to gleam with a growing awareness and he became more aroused just looking at the sexual curiosity in her eyes. Just thinking of all the things that he could teach her made him muffle a groan. And he would.

He didn't care if she knew it yet or not, but she was definitely not going home tonight.

And obviously this wasn't the right place to conduct the type of activities that he had in mind.

Disengaging abruptly from the surprised female, he looked at her with such dark hungry eyes that she shuddered.

She had no idea how she looked at the moment; lips kiss swollen and eyes misty with passion. He wanted her badly.

"Let's go." His voice was slightly hoarse as he grabbed hold of her hand and started to tow her back into the ballroom, his strides long and purposeful. Still dazed by the bout of passion that she had been in, Sakura did not protest. It was a good thing that someone was on the stage giving a short speech when the couple emerged back into the huge room; no one noticed their disheveled appearances as they kept to the side and slipped quickly out to the hallway.

Sakura was having trouble keeping up with her companion's long, ground-eating pace. Her Juni-Hito was giving her some trouble and she yelped when she tripped and stumbled on the layers of clothing she had on. He caught her immediately of course, and before the petal-haired female could question his motive he scooped her up easily into his arms, the subtle flexing of sleek muscles under his tuxedo evident to her as he pulled her to his chest and continued his quick movements down the deserted hallway, her long silks of white and gold trailing gracefully behind him.

The haze of passion was rapidly dissipating under his urgency and Sakura was quickly coming back to her senses. He rounded the corner with her and a private lobby came into sight immediately. He quickened his pace.

"Where are we going?" Sakura enquired softly, starting to get a little worried now.

His eyes, trained ahead earlier, slid over to look into hers.

"What do you think?"

He did not bother to hide his desire from her and it obviously showed in his glittering, obsidian depths. Sakura swallowed hard and felt herself turning bright red. Before she could say a thing though, they reached the elevator and without further ado he stepped in with her, setting her back down upon her feet immediately before turning to the row of buttons and the extremely high-tech looking device mounted next to it. Sakura watched curiously as he procured a card from an inner pocket of his formal coat and swiped it across the machine.

The doors to the elevator slid shut immediately and the lift moved up silently.

Then, he turned his attention to her.

Sakura stared at him with huge eyes, suddenly very unsure of what to do. Her indecision was obvious to him, and he moved towards her.

"I want you." There were no ifs and buts in his hard voice, just pure certainty. "When we go up tonight you won't be leaving my suite until tomorrow morning. If you don't want this, tell me now."

Sakura's breath froze in her throat. The intensity in his eyes was so great that it was hard to think.

He was giving her a choice. Sakura forced herself to swallow, and breathe.

"If I say no, what would you do?" She asked him quietly instead.

His proud, patrician face was grim.

"I will bring this elevator back down and let you go." His admission was curt.

Oddly enough, Sakura was assured by his tone. It told her that he wouldn't like what he had to do but he would respect her wishes all the same.

Meanwhile, the elevator ascended quickly to the highest level in the hotel.

Sakura bit her lips anxiously.

This was crazy. She had never done this before. She didn't even know him, didn't even know who he was—and he definitely had not asked for her name either. Probably didn't even care.

This was probably what most would term a one night stand.

Was she ready for something like this? Did she really want her first time to be like this?

Sakura's common sense was telling her no way. Heck, it was screeching at her and giving off all sorts of alarm bells in her head. She would be wise to say no to him, to leave this place now and chalk tonight off as a result of her curiosity and inexperience and forget completely about it.

But something was stopping her from asking him to take her back down to the ground floor.

Her own curiosity, as well as an innate sense deep within her was telling her that this was something special, something that would probably never happen to her again. She should try it; experience what tonight has to offer to her, to demystify this strangely strong allure that this man held before her.

Besides, chances are after tonight's encounter she would never see him again.

The elevator came to an abrupt stop the exact moment Sakura came to her decision. The doors slid open with a soft 'ding'.

Itachi didn't move, didn't take his eyes from the stunning little female before him.

"Your decision, hime?"

Her wide eyes met his. The way her emerald depths looked calmly into his made a most fundamental part within him relax.

She licked her lips nervously, then gave him a soft, hesitant smile before quietly stepping out of the elevator. Looking trustingly at him, she did not resist when he came to her and touched her face with a lingering caress.

"Come."


::tsuzuku::

Questions That I Would Like To Answer Before You Ask:

Seriously, I'm not advocating for anybody to go on one night stands just to find their soulmate. That would be quite a foolish thing to do. This is known as fan-fiction for a very good reason. It is not real.

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For those who do not know, 'Hime' means princess in Japanese and Aoishi Isuka is just a figment of my imagination. Please do not waste time looking for him in the rather lengthy (and often confusing) cast of characters in Naruto.

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Once again, Itachi's canon character is completely being slaughtered by me. I think I made him a little too touchy feely but for rather obvious reasons this Itachi makes me giggle like a pervert. Oh, the possibilities…

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--paws