Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto, and if I did, Sasuke would be with Sakura and Itachi would still be alive. But since I don't, that is obviously not going to happen.

A.N: Thank you to my first reviewer, you've inspired me to write this chapter.Chapter Two! Wow, I'm proud of myself; I'm very lazy and tend to not finish a fanfiction. The couples for this story are the fallowing: Sasuke/Sakura/Itachi, Naruto/Hinata/Kiba, Neji/Tenten, Ino/Shikimaru/Temari. .

Summary: The shinobi authenticity is relegating of pretence, allegiance, and infidelity. The contemporary instance is serene and prosperous. Conversely, beneath a veil of serenity amongst the murkiness, one association's arrangements become world ascendancy. Three prodigies cluster towards simultaneously creating bonds of reliance and comradeship. Attachments shattered, the broken must section collectively once more. The fate of the Lands of Gakure lies in the hands of a re-embodiment, an avenger, and a junchiriki.

Warning: This story will contain sexual situations, child abuse, violence, vulgarity and bloodshed. Reader's discretion is advised…

Bonds: Reveries of Forsaken Amorous

Chapter Two: Crimson Rain II: Formation, Team Seven

Three years later…

The sun was setting. The sky aligned in the usual manor. Blue cascading over pink, red, yellow, then willowing into blackness. Always black, the dark shades twisting with the stars. Senseless stars. Star gazing is what brought people expectation. Hope, Ha! Hope made people weak; it made them think that something in life could be better then what they had. Hope is weakness. Weakness is death. Those were the thoughts running in the young pre-teen kunoichi's mind. She scoffed at her distracted thoughts as a shuriken came flying past her aimed at her neck.

She glared at the person who had sent it at her. "Itachi…"

"Under no circumstances lease your judgment speculate Sakura." Uchiha Itachi, ex-AMBU captain, seventeen year old, now one of the highest and respected members of Akastuki scolded. He had trained her well in the past three years when she had come to join him.

Sakura Haruno's face remained impassive. She never dared show emotions to this man unless he desired it of her. Itachi had engraved that message within her mind. She cursed at her inner self. "Certainly, given that to implement subsequently is ruin." She finished his sentence, a now common occurrence in their daily lives. Her intelligence that of a woman far beyond her years, his lessons remained. Training with the icicle had her wits on over drive. Should she fail to remember any of it, brutal punishment fallowed?

He wasn't abusive like her parents, but she regretted not heeding his words. To her, he was the wisest person she had ever come to know. He had taught her that emotions were destruction. Only death waited for those with dreams and feelings.

Itachi's red ruby eyes glowed with amusement. His face stoic as per usual, but Sakura was no fool. If she truly desired to know how he was feeling, she had only to look deep within his gaze. A gift and a curse. For the Uchiha despised it when people went searching for his humanity. She of course was the only exception. "I've educated you fittingly, excluding, don't sanction it to transpire over. Our tuition for the day is inclusive." He turned his back on her, but she knew better.

Sakura smiled mentally. Her expression matching his, she put the shuriken in her pouch. "You wanted to speak to me about something important?" Her eyebrow rose when a moment of silence filled the air.

Itachi merely side glanced her. Awakening a gasp from the girl when he grabbed her arm, he held her in his embrace. He loved getting reactions from her. "You are to abscond for Konoha." He gazed into her eyes searching for emotions. He almost gloated to himself when he saw surprise for only a mere second. But it was there. 'Sakura, your eyes enlighten me what your words cannot.'

Her eyes pointed at his words. Sakura tried to escape from his arms, but his firm grip on her remained. She stopped struggling before voicing her question. "Why?" She couldn't believe her ears. After three long years of never hearing of the stupid village and shocking training, why would her sensei bring it up? She didn't understand.

"You are to commence your training for the Genin exams." Simple words, but she now comprehended. He held her tighter.

"So, you want me to watch over your brother?" She scowled, letting it pass over her face to show him that she was unwilling.

"Exactly, but this is your undertaking for Akastuki." Itachi was always impressed by her intelligence. At times she could be too perceptive. "You'll be examining the Kyuubi container." The corners of his mouth almost twitched when she glared at him.

"Mission accepted." Sakura was about to speak, but panted when Itachi's lips met hers. Never in her life had he met her head on with such contact. She didn't know what to do. He never aloud her to show emotion, so she didn't know what emotions surface at this act. So she did the only thing plausible that entered her mind. She returned the kiss. His lips moving with hers. 'His touch is warm.' She closed her eyes.

Itachi smirked against her mouth. So he had been correct, she did have feelings for him. They weren't unnecessarily unreciprocated now were they? He shoved that thought at the back of his mind. They parted to breathe, but he rested his forhead on hers. He searched her glazed eyes. "Nonetheless, you will no longer be in my corporation, memorize that you are mine and mine alone."

Sakura couldn't deny herself any longer; she was madly in love with this clan killer. When his lips parted hers, a bright pink adorned her cheeks. "And you are forever mine…Itachi Uchiha." She gazed into his eyes.

Itachi let go of her, to her disappointment. "Once you are refined, you will return to me."

He smiled at her for the first time in her life. She almost fainted.

"Yes Itachi-sama." Her heart ached once she was lead by one of the blond Akastuki members. She glanced at Itachi, he was gone. So she would be returning to that ugly place? 'This should be interesting.'

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The wind blue, caressing the rosette kunoichi. She was at the gates of Konoha. "Three years." Her escort long gone, she entered the village. It hadn't changed at all. It was still beautiful. She stopped her train of thought. "Beautiful but distorted and ugly on the inside..." Her face remained emotionless.

Her resolve set, she only made it three steps before she eyed the two other children. They looked about her age. What made her observe them was the fact that the two people that stood before her were her mission. The jinchiriki, she didn't know his name, nor did she really care. Her eyes then met the second party, a boy with black hair. Her breath hitched.

The memories of her infancy came flashing back. The flower he'd given her. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for her. Her heart started to flutter when she examined him more. He was handsome. Her fist tightened. She was sickened by the fact that she'd been staring at him. Sasuke was unaware of her gaze.

She scolded herself for the second moment of weakness that day. 'Fool, to feel is to die.' She brushed away her inner self conflicting to speak to him. She couldn't ever let herself feel those emotions that came over her every time. Glaring at the ground, she stood there silently.

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Sasuke was irritated beyond any day that the blond had ever annoyed him. Mind you, all of the villagers of Konoha always did that to him. Especially this blond freak. "Go away, why can't you leave me alone?" He glared scornfully at the orange clad late Academy graduate.

"Leave you alone? Ha! I was here first, why don't you share the bench? Or are you too overweight that you just don't want to admit it?" Naruto Uzamaki teased. His orange jumper suit with a high collar opened revealing a black mesh shirt. Today was a very annoyingly hot day, and he'd merely come to his favourite sitting place to get away from taunting villagers. The lone stone bench had stood there since the very birth of Konoha. It had been his place of reconcile since he was six years old.

He was dozing off until the egotistic stoic Uchiha attention seeker decided to rudely awaken him by shoving him painfully off the bench. When his taunt had no influence on the young genius prodigy, he probed deeper hoping to get rid of him and claim his rightful possession. "You think you're so good, the bench is mine, now get lost teme!" He stared angrily at the unresponsive Uchiha. Their looks of anger matching each other with fierce malice.

"I don't see your name written on it, so it's You dobe,that should get lost!" He turned his head away from Naruto hoping he would just disappear. 'Why do we always end up in the same vicinity?' Over long years of solitude, he'd always found himself in the same arrangement as Naruto. That itself always drove him mad with rant and rave. He wanted to be unaccompanied, not tormented by some idiot who'd barely mastered simple transformation jutsus.

Naruto smirked before pulling out his trump card. The insult that drove Sasuke up the wall. He never knew why nor bothered to ask. It was a very personal insult he always took to heart. And every time it worked.

"Bakayaro."

Naruto was about to say, but was beat to it by a girl's voice. Both twelve year boys whirled around to see who had dared interrupt their dispute. Naruto's jaw almost fell to the ground. The girl standing in front of him…No the goddess standing in front of him was absolutely gorgeous! His anger at her spoken words dissipated in seconds. "She's a tennyo from the heavens sent by Kami to tend to my every need!" He smiled at Sakura. His smirk faltered when she walked right passed him, she had a plain expression on her face.

Sasuke observed her as well. Too angered by the insult from before, he grabbed her arm before she could pass by them treating them as insignificant insects. He didn't like that, her aura and stance seemed to remind him of someone he didn't want to remember. He couldn't exactly pin who she reminded him of, but she wouldn't get away with her affront. "What did you just call me?" He continued to scrutinize her now taking in her full outer shell.

She was sporting a red Chinese dress split at the thighs quite revealingly so. But her pale thighs were well hidden beneath black casing firmed shorts. When his eyes travelled up to her face, a sudden flash of childhood memories also passed within his guarded thoughts. A young nine year old girl with pink hair smiling up at him made him let go of her arm. His eyes widened. Pure shock emanating, wasn't this girl suppose to be dead? She'd disappeared from his life for three years, leaving behind her phenomenon status for the taking. Sasuke's face returned to his pokerfaced façade. He spoke. "Have we met before?" His suspicions started rising when she didn't answer the question.

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Sakura was surprised inwardly when the look of recognition reached his eyes. And for a moment, she had made him feel. Could she ever make Itachi look at her like that? Looking away from him, beating herself up on the inside wishing she weren't a woman in love, she walked forward.

Sasuke couldn't help but remember when the same nine year old girl in his younger days had done the same thing. Glancing at him with bright green emerald eyes, making him feel inferior to her greater superiority, she stopped in the same pose as his memory. "I called you an asswhole; your persona seems so befittingly so. And no, I've under no circumstances had the calamity of meeting two fools such as you in my life time awaiting now. Goodbye." She continued on her way, ignoring the ogling Naruto and steaming Uchiha.

Left alone to their devices, they stopped the useless arguing and headed to their respectful living arrangements. 'How funny it is that we both live alone.' He reached the isolated Uchiha district and slammed his door stomping up to his bedroom to brood over the day's events.

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Sakura retreated to her old home. She was surprised to see a garden outside. 'Is someone living here?' Curiosity got the best of her. Her hand reached for the door. Her hand quickly retreated when the image of her mother's dead body and blood covered floor reached her mind.

Sakura's was quickly taken out of her trance when an older looking Kurenai grasped her arm painfully. Both gazed at each taken aback. "Sakura Haruno?" Kurenai couldn't believe her eyes. The girl that she had thought of as a second daughter dead had returned to her! All this time, and her husband had said that believing she was dead was nothing but troublesome!

Sakura quickly analyzed Kurenai. The woman seemed twenty five now, but her long black tresses remained. She appeared even more beautiful then the last time Sakura had distinguished her. Her red eyes brought Sakura back to reality and the image of Itachi's spinning tomoe flooded her contemplation. Quickly pushing the woman inside with disguised chakra, astonishing the woman in front of her before talking, she shut the door behind her. Sakura gasped when she saw how transformed her old home had become. The walls painted blue. The style now that of an old fashioned Japanese home. She scanned the room for any signature chakras and only felt her own and Kurenai's. "You must promise to speak of nothing that I am about to tell you. It is for your own protection." Sakura mentally smiled when Kurenai's expression changed from happy to serious.

"I promise. Now, tell me what happened to you?! I haven't seen you in three years…" Kurenai's eyes began tearing. Sakura as well, but her tears fell silently, her face a slate of no emotions.

"The last day I saw you, I murdered my own father… He had slaughtered mother and tried to snuff out my existence. So I did the only thing I could, I ran away." Sakura turned her gaze away from Kurenai piercing eyes. This was too much for the older woman to take in. So Sakura had thought.

"I know all of that; the AMBU squad identified your father's abuse. I'm so sorry, I never knew…" Kurenai began sobbing, hugging Sakura. Sakura blanched at the contact. Only Itachi was aloud to hold her, Inner-Sakura raged. Sakura ignored her inner self and let her emotions show. Only to this woman would she ever reveal herself.

'Oh! Don't forget Itachi has more awards!' Sakura thought smugly to herself.

Kurenai let go of her, she offered her a place on the nice white velvet sofa. A feeling of content reached Sakura. She felt guilty for discarding Kurenai in her memories. The woman had let her into her home after all. She stopped thinking when she noticed Kurenai's gaze. "You can't tell anyone who I am. I am here to become a Genin, but absolutely no one must know my true name." Sakura gaze at the picture on the brown willow wooded short table beside her.

She easily recognized Sorutobi's grandson. A baby could be seen in Kuranai's smiling face. Sakura glance at Kurenai's wring finger, her investigation complete. "Not even your husband…" She turned to look at the older woman waiting for a response.

"Why not? What are you hiding from me Haruno?" Kurenai eyed the kunoichi suspiciously before receiving a reply. Sakura headed for the door before answering.

"I'm sorry. I'm not at liberty to say. Goodbye for now Kurenai. I'll stop by again, I promise." Before Sakura could leave, Kurenai stopped her.

"You can stay here; I haven't touched your room." Kurenai smiled when Sakura turned around and returned the face expression.

"Wouldn't you husband mind? I'd be barging in." Sakura eyed Kurenai hoping that she could stay.

"I don't care, and he wouldn't mind anyway." She regarded Sakura's dirtied robes and pointed upstairs. "You already know where your bedroom is and the shower, use it however you see fit." Kurenai returned to washing the dishes. Earlier before the unexpected visit, she'd been cleaning when her hopes went up after recognizing the small chakra signature.

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Pulling the green curtain aside, she was happy when she felt the warmth of the water washing over her. Focusing at the task at hand, she washed her hair and body of the day's grime and dirt.

Quickly finishing, she dried herself. Taking a quick look in the mirror, she brushed her silky clean hair and then quickly left for her room. Kurenai had not lied. Her room had remained untouched. A bookshelf filled with jutsus and medical books, a side table with a golden lamp, and a bed with a violet blanket. Entering the room fully, she headed for her closet. Girlish dresses and clothes she no longer fit in crossed her. She glared at them. Slamming the closet door, she entered the comforts of her bed. She smiled when she noticed it wasn't her old bed, but the one her mother had slept in. Falling asleep, the usual nightmares of that day didn't torment her. She was finally able to sleep in peace, dreaming of the wonderful sensations Itachi had completed her experiences in.

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Closing the door behind her, Sakura put the Konoha hitiate gracefully. Birds sung, which annoyed Sakura to no end. She stomped her way to the building where the team formations and Genin exam were to be taken.

Opening the door, she was met with at least fifty shinobi dressed in their ninja gear. She spotted Sasuke glaring at her, Naruto was ogling her. She waved at the Uchiha enjoying the steaming anger that radiated off from him.

Sitting beside a blond girl, she smirked when she noticed it was Ino Yamanaka. In her younger days, she would always try and be her rival. Ino glared at her. "Don't even think Sasuke likes you!" Sakura's face remained the same. Ino fumed when she didn't get a reacting.

Everyone's attention was then on the Jonin that entered the room. Kurenai was the only one Sakura documented.

"You are all here today to be put in teams. When your names are called, please go see your instructor." Hidan replied, smirking when he saw Sakura.

The kunoichi's eyes didn't even widen when she saw him. She merely flashed him a look of recognition.

"Team One…" It went on like that, young pre-teens descending to go join their teams. It had only taken fifteen minutes before Sakura's named was called.

"Team Seven, Instructor Hatake Kakashi's team; Sakura Haru, Sasuke Uchiha and Naruto Uzamaki. Please stay in your seats. Your sensei will arrive, well, we don't know, so just wait." Ino glared at Sakura, the rosette uncaring. Sasuke eyed Sakura, and Naruto jumped up in excitement. But then glared at Sasuke.

Everyone else had been called out. They waited for a half an hour only the three of them now occupying the room. "Damn it! Where's that stupid teacher!" Naruto shouted unable to stand the silence getting more impatient.

Sasuke didn't reply and Sakura merely glared at Naruto. Before Sasuke could insult him, Sakura beat him to it. She'd been doing that a lot lately he noticed. "Be silent you fool, I'm tired of hearing your senseless chatter!" She relaxed when Naruto went silent and sat down.

Before five minutes passed, he picked up an eraser from one of the blackboards and grabbed a chair. "Oi dobe! What are you doing?!" Sasuke finally spoke, exasperation clearly elevated within his voice.

"I'm giving our sensei what he rightfully deserves." Sakura didn't even have to look at him to know it was the oldest prank in the book.

"He would not be senseless as in to be reduced for that…" Sakura said before turning her gaze to one of the windows outside. Her patience also wearing thin.

Naruto used the chair to his advantage after placing the eraser between one of the shoji doors. Just to say, it was only enough for a hand to reach. After hearing soft foot steps approach his work. He ran quickly back to his seat.

All three paid their attention to the door, a hand reached to pull it open. Their instructor was hit with the eraser. Naruto laughed. Sakura knew that he let it happen. Sasuke observed Sakura's reaction, but was met with none. 'What is with this girl?' His thoughts turned to the silver haired Jonin scuffing that he would fall for such a trick.

Kakashi glared at Naruto. "I suppose it was you." Looking at all three he smiled flakily. "Listen up brats. I don't like you and you don't like me. So let get this over with." He took the chair that Naruto had been in and sat with the backwards of the chair facing him. "I'm Kakashi Hatake, famous copy ninja. I like to read and I hate kids. My goal is to protect Konoha. Now, you will answer me in the same manor." He scratched his head when Naruto raised his hand first. "Yes, you boy first, your hobby, interest and goal." He smirked when Naruto looked taken aback.

Naruto had been about to ask him what he meant, but he'd already answered his questions. Jumping up in excitement, he shouted. "My name is Naruto Uzamaki! I love ramen and Sakura-chan! My goal is to become Hokage and make everyone respect me!"

He sat down looking at Sakura. Confusion entered his mind when he saw the vain popping on her forehead.

"Now you, the one with the attitude." Sasuke glared. "I don't like anything, and I hate a lot of things. My goal is to kill a certain man." The room went silent. Sakura glared at Sasuke. Kakashi eyed her curiously.

"Now, the one with the pink hair." Kakashi continued to observe her.

Sakura's faced remained deadpan. "My leisure recreation is to obliterate anyone who stands in my way. My goal is to massacre anyone who stands in the way of the man I love. I would depart this existence for him if I had to." Sakura replied darkly. All eyes were on her.

No one was expecting her to reply something so serious. She said nothing more. Kakashi pondered over her, sneering at the Uchiha. He reminded him of himself in his younger days. Concluding these events he stood from his chair ready to leave. "Be ready tomorrow at 4:00 am… Don't eat breakfast." Exiting the room, everyone glanced at each before collectively going to their own homes.