Summary: Sakura is tasked to blind a captured Uchiha Itachi. [ItaSaku, NaruSaku]

Blindness

Chapter 2: Temptation

She knew she had lost something when she woke up that day.

"Sakura?"

She was in Naruto's office, absently fiddling with the pen she had given him on his desk.

"We are trying him tomorrow," he said, watching her behind a mountainload of paperwork.

"I know."

"Are you all right, Sakura?"

She turned to Naruto briskly, wondering when he had changed so much as to drop all endearments from her name. He had grown gracefully, and was a good head taller than her. She did not want to notice, but he had become rakishly handsome it was impossible not to stare at him when he was not looking. She must have been blind not to have seen all the signs. Sasuke was gone, but the only teammate she had left was going farther away from her. It did not help that girls from ages 8 to 35 looked at him with gooey eyes whenever he passed by.

She sighed. He really should go out with Hinata soon.

Naruto chuckled softly while signing some papers. Sakura snapped back to reality.

"I hope you weren't thinking about something perverted, Sakura."

Sakura smirked, then waved her hand dismissively. "I was just thinking that you should go out with Hinata. She has suitors within the ANBU, you know."

"Aren't you well informed."

She shrugged, smiling. "I just think you would look good together."

"How about you?"

"Me?" she asked. "I'll just be by myself for a while, I guess."

"No, I meant—" Naruto cut himself off. "Well, I'll just be by myself too. You might be alone for a long time you know?"

Sakura gave a small laugh, then bowed playfully, "I am most honored, Hokage-sama."

He cleared his throat, then grinned. "You should be, medic. In exchange you must give me night massages—"

She laughed, holding one hand to her side. "Seriously, though," she wiped the smile off her face. "I don't know how you can be so incredibly lighthearted about this, Naruto-kun. The Uchiha murderer is at your doorstep. He killed Sasuke-kun."

Naruto paused from signing, then leaned back steadily. "He's blind, was tortured for a full week by Danzo, and will be on trial tomorrow. I will not deal death so eagerly."

Sakura narrowed her eyes, standing up. "Pity? You pity him?"

He was silent.

"He did not ask for it," her voice shook with emotion, "he did not show it. Not once, not ever."

"Would you kill him if you were in my place?"

Sakura paused, features darkening. "That's unfair. You know I wouldn't."

Naruto was unperturbed. "You healed him, didn't you, Sakura?"

"Because I had to," Sakura retorted. "I had to heal him because I was inflicting greater injury. I took no pleasure in either."

"He has nothing. He had nothing but power before, and he has even less now. No power, no family, no village, no friends. What greater punishment is there?"

Sakura turned on her heel to walk to the door. Naruto instantly followed, grabbing her by her arm and forced her to face him.

"I know you are angry because of what Danzo asked you to do," he said in a low voice, his eyes burning into hers, "but I have thought this through. Trust me."

"I trust you, Naruto-kun" Sakura said, trying to keep the trembling from her voice.

He held her hand between his. "You will not stain your hands again."

Sakura entered Danzo's lair unceremoniously, situated ominously at the edge of the village near the forest of death. She began dictating identification codes to the ANBU posted at the door, while pulling her hair up in a bun. There was actually no Intelligence Division Room 130. It was ANBU code for Danzo's missions.

She was led to the inner room.

"I wish to speak with him," she said quietly to the ANBU posted by the door. He nodded in understanding, then left her. There was no reason to be worried about a half-dead, blinded Uchiha, who cannot perform even the simplest seals.

Sakura entered the room. He was taking a bath.

She proceeded to the bathroom. She decided her questions were more pressing and important than his privacy. And it was not unheard of for medics and ANBU guards to watch high profile criminals even while taking a bath. They were not afforded any kind of privacy.

She closed the door behind her. He was simply standing in the shower, face up, with the blindfold, and fully clothed.

"I was waiting for you," came his greeting. His voice was deep and he addressed her as if they were merely continuing past conversation. He began taking off his clothes using his left arm.

Sakura crossed her arms on her chest.

"What did you do to me?"

He was fully naked, except for the blindfold. Sakura watched him wash his hair and body in soap. He was taking his time. She trained her gaze on his face.

"Answer me."

He turned the shower off and turned to her. Sakura averted her gaze and handed his clothes. He did not take them. He closed the space between them and stood before her, dripping wet.

"Put your clothes on."

He turned on the shower and the noise drowned their voices once more. He held her chin and forced her to look at him.

"Sakura, take the cloth off."

"Don't call me by my first name."

The Uchiha was smirking. Sakura breathed heavily then raised her hands to untie the knot behind his head. She dropped the bloodied cloth and observed his face. His face looked the way it should after an operation: parts of it were still swollen, but there was nothing amiss. He raised his good arm and leaned it against the wall, resting his naked body against hers. All that water, and he was still dehydrated he could not even stand for minutes long.

Sakura felt her ears ringing. There something wrong about all of this. She had to get outside. There were no cameras in the bathroom, no way anyone would hear her if something was amiss.

"Please stop leaning against me. Put your clothes on and we'll head outside."

He placed his hand on her chest. "You're nervous."

Sakura ignored him and lowered her body, attempting to half-carry him outside, but he had pushed her against the wall. He aligned his body languidly against her, and Sakura felt something rise, hard as iron, and throbbing near her thighs. Sakura drew a sharp intake of breath, shocked at the force of his arousal. Her breath stilled in her chest. There was not enough oxygen to survive within five minutes of the Uchiha.

She forced the calm in her voice. "Let me go."

"Should I open them?"

She felt panic well up within her. "What are you talking about?"

When his eyelids started drawing apart, she immediately pieced it together. She began to scream, but he had already closed his lips on her mouth, his left arm pinning her right. She tried pushing him with her other arm, but he was not moving. The moment she stopped resisting to gather strength, he pushed his tongue inside her mouth and tasted her. He slid his left hand under her shirt and caressed her, then his hand traveled downwards.

She gasped when she felt his hand between her legs, and at that moment, he stopped.

He turned away from her. In a flash he was fully clothed, and out of her sight.

Itachi leaned his head against the wall quietly, willing himself to sleep. Tomorrow he would be tried.

He had not expected to lose himself so easily in her presence. She had pushed him away, but she had been ready. He smirked to himself. He wanted her, and she wanted him. He could smell her need and taste her lust, even now. But there were better places to fuck her in, and not inside a dingy bathroom in a cell somewhere in Konoha.

She had already betrayed Konoha once. She can redeem herself and turn him in, completely, tomorrow. If she chose to be silent, he would not betray her. He can kill the conniving rat Danzo, without an arm, and with both eyes closed.