A/N: Ugh, been a long time since I updated this story, I've really been meaning to....I just haven't been inspired d: I must get back into my ItaSaku swing, I miss writing about them xD So yeah, I decided to work on this chapter. I want this story to be super amazing though, and am doing my best to...do my best |D I'm going to warn you a head of time though, this chapter may be a little boring, I just needed to update to prove I'm still working on it, and (hopefully) have big plans for this story. SO, I now present to you chapter 2, I do hope you enjoy it nn
The quiet night air settled around the two figures. Chilled and heavy, it was if the whole world was asleep like the girl in his arms. His eyes slowly turned downward to glance at her features. Her pale skin was illuminated by the moonlight that was thrown upon them, her face taking on a softness in her sleeping state. There was no denying she was lovely, butItachi had to force those thoughts away.
His feet carried himself and the girl silently over the ground, leaving only the night behind them. Finally his steps slowly and he adjusted the small girl in his arms, fishing a key from his pocket. Soon enough he had unlocked the door to a dilapidated warehouse that was located in a remote location off the border of the mist village. It was old, worn out, and the perfect place to keep his younger brother's soon to be bride.
The inside had a sort of musty hint lingering in the air, but Itachi couldn't careless. It's not like he intended to lavish the girl, besides if she woke up tangled in silk sheets well now that wouldn't provide the needed effect. No silk sheets could wait, for now she was stuck with a run down old couch.
Itachi laid the girl down carefully, knowing she wouldn't awaken, yet not taken any chances. His onyx eyes traced over her slender form, but he soon blinked and shook his head a bit. Only one last thing to do, then it'd be safe for her to awaken. With a few quick hand-signs he placed achakra seal on the girl. Wouldn't want her waking up and using a jutsu no would he? Especially in his current state. The Uchiha's body still wasn't fully healed yet, the injuries he'd sustained from battle still littering his body, along with the sickness that had an iron grip on him. The girl would be good for that too,Itachi couldn't be luckier, at least his brother had good taste in women.
It was quiet. No not quiet...silent. She was uncomfortable, cold, an strangely uneasy, had she by chance fallen asleep on her balcony?
She sat up, feeling oddly drained. Her emerald eyes slowly opened, doing their bust to adjust to the darkness that engulfed the majority of the room. The air was stuffy and provoked a quiet sneeze from the pink haired girl. She blinked a few times, straining her eyes in the dimly lit room. Questions piled on top of each other with each slow moment that ticked by, her gaze finally resting on a shady figure. Her face contorted into a scowl.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Sakura snapped, shoving away the fact that she felt so groggy at the moment. Her green eyes narrowed dangerously as the figure stood up then shifted into the dim light. Her eyes widened and she found herself at a loss for words. She quickly averted her gaze from crimson eyes, but disbelief and temptation slowly pulled the man back into her life of vision.
"How..but...but Sasuke-kun h-he killed you." she stammered, clearly straining to force the words out of her throat, finding it hard to speak. She watched the corners of his mouth curl into a small smirk, amusement flashing across his features for a brief moment before his expression turned placid once more. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, only to have her stomach curl into a knot. This couldn't be happening, she had to be had killed Itachi, he'd been so sure of it.
"Hn, silly girl you really think I could be killed?" Itachi questioned in his deep tenor. Of course he wasn't immortal, but it'd play out so much easier for him if the girl believed shook her head and furrowed her brows. The logical, sensible part of her told her he couldn't be immortal, yet still...Sasuke had been so sure Itachi was dead, and the man now stood before her in flesh and blood.
Sakura could only stare at him with a mixture of confusion, anger, and an odd hopelessness. She searched his face, looking for something she didn't quite know herself. Her throat went dry, the ability to speak and think seeming to desert her when she needed them the most. He kept his gaze focused on her face, it was unwavering and unnerved her to no end. Finally she took in a deep breath, allowing the musty air to filter through her lungs. She shook her head a bit, as if the physical motion would really dispel everything that was couldn't tear her gaze off him, and she waited for the man to do something, anything, just to end the bitter silence and to answers some of the questions that began to crowd her mind.
She so desperately wanted this to be a joke, for the face of Itachi to melt into the familiar (and strikingly similar) face of Sasuke, and Naruto to jump out from nowhere and yell 'APRIL FOOLS!'
"Wh-what do you want?" she was slowly regaining herself. Forcing herself to remain calm, to keep herself collected, despite her urges to completely freak out. Her voice still wavered slightly, but the girl thought she kept herself together fairly well, for being in the presence of one of the most feared men in the world. A man that was supposed to be dead. Something seemed...off about the man though. It'd been six months since his and Sasuke's fight, and she couldn't help but be curious as to the injuries he had sustained. Just how badly had Sasuke beaten him? Obviously enough for her lover to think Itachi was dead. She was pulled from her mental musings as the sound of coughing broke out. She blinked a few times, watching the Uchiha go into a cough fit, hand cupped to his mouth. She could practically smell the blood that seeped into his fingers. She gritted her teeth, realizing he had yet to answer her question.
"Well, answer me." she demanded firmly, finally getting a hold of herself. Perhaps it wasn't wise to be so rash in such a situation, butSakura was desperate for answers. She watched as his eyes narrowed into a scowl, his hand being removed from his mouth as the man stepped closer. He leaned down so they were nearly eye level, his hand gripping her chin tightly.
"You're in no position to speak to me in such a way." he hissed, glowering at her dangerously. Another lump formed in her throat, but she forced it down, taking the chance to study his face now that he was closer. He seemed drained, and yet ever so dangerous. She guessed he still had injuries from his battle, and she wondered just how well his eyes worked. It was very likely unless he was very close to someone or something he could only recognize colors and shapes. BrieflySakura wondered if those tired, and deadly eyes would be the last thing she saw before he killed her. She waited for it, waited for him to capture her in that deadlyjutsu , and dispose of her without so much as even enlightening the girl as to why she was there. But no, it seemed her death wouldn't be just yet. His hand dropped and he straightened up,Sakura noticing how he faltered just a bit. The Uchiha sank into a chair, obviously tired and seemingly worn out. That reminded her of how tired she felt, her muscles stiff.
Sakura's blood ran cold as she realized something. That warm, comforting feeling her chakra always seemed to give her wasn't there. It was as if she'd been sleeping, and someone ripped the blanket off her, leaving her with only coldness. Her emerald eyes widened a bit as she jerked her gaze to her hands, desperately trying to workchakra into them. Her efforts were in vain, and she shot a glare at the man, knowing all too well what he'd done to her. It made sense though, for him not to take any risk, though she expected nothing less from the man, expecting him to be two steps away of the game.
The two stayed silent, Itachi coughing once in a while. She was doing her best to keep herself level headed, calm, collected, almost like the man that sat across from her. Her thoughts were thrown all over the place, everything being turned upside was alive, and for one reason or another had taken her to some dying building, planning god knows what. She was still getting past the initial shock of the man being thought about, and despite her better judgment came to a conclusion on one subject.
"If you let me go....I won't breath a word of your being alive." she said, shattering the silence. He quirked a brow at the girl, studying her face carefully.
"And why's that?" he asked in a smooth voice. She averted his eyes to the ground, squeezing the thin blanket that rested over her bare legs for a few moments.
"Because....because if Sasuke-kun knew you were alive he'd...he'd..." she trailed off for a moment, letting out a quiet sigh as she regathered herself before continuing, "ifSasuke-kun knew you were alive then he would leave and come after you." she finished. Sakura didn't know what she'd do if Sasuke left again, she'd lost him once, and couldn't bear the thought of losing him again. She didn't even consider the fact that she was the one who was gone this time, but then again she'd been had left of his own free will. Itachi only stared at her with hos cold eyes, his expression not changing in the slightest.
Before Sakura knew it her lids grew heavy, the girl feeling that same sudden tired she'd experienced on her balcony. She managed to move into a laying position before nodding off into a restless sleep with the aid of a jutsu, her mind still riddled with questions.
Itachi watched the girl as she spoke about her fiance, his younger brother, with slight interest. He could tell how the simple thought of losing him tore her apart, though she did her best to hide it. He had to admit Sakura did a fairly decent job at keeping her emotions under check, doing better then most, but her composure still slipped up. Through their brief conversation (if it could be called that,Itachi hardly said anything to her) his interest in the pinkette only grew, much to his dismay. She was a curious creature, daring to look him dead on in the eyes, and even having the audacity to demand answers from him. She was a brave one, that was for sure, and somewhere inside of his mind he was pleased with her feisty attitude. TheUchiha knew he shouldn't be, knew he shouldn't be taking such an interest in her, and yet he still did.
His gaze wandered over her form as she slept. The fabric that rested atop her was really a pathetic excuse for a blanket, and he could see her body shiver from the cold that lingered in the air. He turned his attention to her face, it was amazing how peaceful one could look while they were asleep. The spark of anger, frustration, and fear that crossed in her eyes and effected her expressions was no longer there, softening her features incredibly.
Her attitude did serve as a problem, as interesting and somewhat amusing it was. She was going to be less likely to cooperate, he really had hoped this plan wouldn't be too difficult. No matter, theses were only minor setbacks, if they could even be called that. After all,Uchiha Itachi was always known for being two steps ahead. A quiet sigh left him as he pushed himself up slowly, so that he wouldn't get light headed. He may still be suffering from injury and illness, but that wasn't going to get in his way, not even his ever waning eyesight would stop him, even if he went completely blind. A quiet voice mused about how it'd be a shame if he did end up blind, he rather liked looking at the girl's pretty face. Shaking the nonsense thought awayItachi left the building, making sure the girl couldn't escape if she happened to awaken before he returned.
A/N: Ah, like I said this chapter is kinda boring, I promise it'll pick up more, and get more into the plot as it progresses, just like I said I kinda needed a sorta filler to show I'm still working on this thing |D; I do hope you enjoyed it, and it didn't suck too bad nn and remember reviews make me a happy camper :'D
