Chapter II
Closing in
Never fall asleep when you have an Uchiha close to you.
Blinking, making a half yawn, half groan, Sakura tried to regain control of her teenage limbs, and any teenager know how hard that is. With a large amount of willpower she succeeded to bring her hand to her face in a try to rub the sleep out of her eyes. With another tired exhale she set herself on her elbows, dimly wondering if her sheets had always been this dark. And since when was her wall painted black? As far as she knew her room had always been white-ish jade green…
Suddenly she realized that there was far more pillows beneath her than there was on her own upper floor, while the duvet was far to heavy to be that which had laid on her bed for years on end. And, something even stranger, she had never had a king sized bed…
The person who had brought her here would surely regret it when her icing scream echoed throughout the house. She jumped up, her foot twirled inside the duvet, causing her to fall to the ground with a dull thud. She coughed a few times before she felt that more skin than it should be was in contact with something cold, and she guessed it was the floor. With a look down on herself another sound so strong that it was hard to believe that a human being could make such noise came out of her lungs. In panic she grabbed the duvet and wrapped it around her body, covering up everything which did not have an undergarment on. She laid like a worm on the cold floor, shaking with barely suppressed tears.
She didn't know where she was, or why, and it scared her. But soon the memories of the time before she fell asleep came back, and perception dawned. It only made her want to scream louder, but she resisted, and just left herself to mutter miserably in her warm cocoon. She curled up in a ball, biting her teeth hard together to keep her tears back. Why the hell did that bastard take her to his house?!
As if called upon the door opened, and she could almost hear how a smirk curved on that demons lips. Without further ado Sakura uncovered her head and glared angrily towards the direction she thought the door was, and saw a grin full of satisfaction on a man wearing nothing but sweatpants. He leaned calmly against the frame, his arms crossed over his extremely well trained chest. She would have been blushing if she wasn't so angry.
"Where the hell am I?! And why?!" she asked, or yelled, "AND WHY AM I NAKED?!!"
Itachi was smirking wider by the second. "I do not recall you where naked. Or would you have preferred it that way?" his vain hint was more than enough to throw her anger off balance, and she blushed deeply. If she had not known she didn't feel anything strange in-between her legs she would have made the assumption they had been engaging in some rather nasty activities.
"Shut up and answer my questions!" she ordered him, trying to stand up from her rather vulnerable position. It was hard to achieve a strong hold on her legs while still covering her skin, but soon succeeded.
"Why, Sakura, it's rather hard to answer questions and at the same time shut up," if he hadn't purred her name she would have been stomping against him right now to give him a dirty scolding. She instead felt a tightening in her stomach, and took a reluctant step back.
"Just answer…" she close to whimpered, not being able to withstand the pressure of the situation.
If possible, he smirked wider, "as you wish, hime-sama," he said, "you are in my room, in my house." He waited a few seconds for her reaction, and was very pleased when she looked confusedly at him.
"Why didn't you take me home like you said you would?" she asked, frowning.
"Well, after you fell asleep I couldn't wake you up nor get your address, since you mumbled something about tempura when I asked. Therefore I brought you here," he explained, his smirk ceasing to exist.
With a frown Sakura considered his answer, and found it quite plausible. She had always been a heavy sleeper, and Naruto said that if there would ever fall a bomb close to her she wouldn't notice until she was up in heaven. And her mother had mentioned that she mumbled about food while drifting off to sleep. Oh god…
Her eyes widened when she remembered that her mother had no idea where she was, and that she would break out in panic if she ever got to know she had spent the night at some close to stranger's house. "My kaa-chan--
"I sent her a text last night on your phone, saying you stayed the night at a friend's," Sakura barely noticed her chin dropping at the shock. She would never had guessed that he would have been so considerate about her disposition. Silently she came to an understanding about the situation.
"Em… I guess… That is… Thanks…" she mumbled, lowering her head in a respectful bow.
Itachi raised an eye brow at her formality, and wondered when her temper would take over again.
And true enough, it did. "But why the hell am I in your room?! And, once again, why the fuck am I close to naked?!" she hissed, glaring angrily at him.
With an amused sigh he turned and walked out, leaving her with her anger. "Hey! Don't run away!" she called after him, jogging over the floor as good as she could while holding the thick cover around her. When she came out of the bedroom she felt a mouth watering smell, and realized just how hungry she was. Letting her nose lead her she soon ended up in the kitchen, after a detour into the living room and bath (she never claimed to have a nose like Kiba or Naruto).
Walking into a shiny, luxurious, kitchen she gawked at finding Itachi standing by the stove. It was rather surprising, considering his brother could burn boiling water and mistake cinnamon for flour. He was stirring in a pot filled with something white and green. Suspiciously closing in she realized it was potato and leek soup, and felt her mouth water. Her stomach made a loud growl, but thankfully the duvet dimmed the sound to a fainter level.
"Shouldn't you put some clothes on, Sakura?" Itachi asked when she was almost drooling.
"Eh? Oh…um…yeah…" she turned around to wobble back to the bedroom, "wait a sec, where are my clothes?!"
"On the chair next to the bed," he said, not facing her.
Pouting and glaring at him she once again wanted an explanation.
"I thought it would be rather uncomfortable for you to sleep with your uniform on, so I took it off. And I don't have a guestroom, so I just let you sleep in my bed," he smirked, looking over his shoulder on her blushing face.
"Pervert!" she said and ran back to the bedroom, after loosing herself inside the bathroom once again. When she finally found her way back to that place where she had been sleeping for quite a few hours, she carelessly threw the duvet on the bed and grabbed the shirt she usually wore for school on. She yawned and dressed fully, thinking that people would be surprised to see a girl in uniform on a Saturday walking around. The uniform was manly white for girls, and black for guys. They were made from silk, sown with threads with gold. Really, it was unnecessary to go to such extreme lengths to show the school superiority, but what could she say, the Uchiha's (who conveniently enough owned the school) loved to brag about their fortune. And also, it wasn't that bad to walk around in something for 'free' that it would take normal people years to earn enough money for.
Finally satisfying with her look she walked back to the kitchen, finding the table already set and Itachi just setting the pot on it. Once again her stomach rumbled like an avalanche, and the bit her lip, hoping he didn't hear. Without as much as a glance at her he seated at the rectangular table, and patiently waited for her to get the hint to sit down. Walking hurriedly she quickly sat down and observed her table-neighbor for some kind of invitation to start.
Blinking once, he nodded slightly and let her begin. Happily she took her bowl to the edge of the pot and with the ladle she scooped up a rather big portion of the soup, happily digging in when she had given it a small zip to see if it was acceptable. She found it far better than her assumption based on previous encounters with Uchiha cooking. She was sure Mikoto was proud that at least one of the men in her house could tell the difference between potatoes and stones. Because neither Fugaku nor Sasuke had any culinary skills Sakura suspected that Itachi had more of his mothers genes than his fathers, his feminine handsomeness strengthening her hypotheses.
"How did you learn to cook so well?" she asked after finding her curiosity impossible to clench. At her question Itachi raised an eyebrow, pulling on his cheek muscles a bit.
"Do you ask because I am a man or that I am an Uchiha?" he chuckled.
"A little bit of both, you decide yourself which one you would prefer it to be," she waved her hand carelessly.
"In the beginning, I couldn't even warm milk properly, even if I had a microwave. But since kaa-san often worked and too-san refused to set his foot in the kitchen for any other reason than the car keys, newspaper and dinner I had to make Sasuke food," he smirked at some memory, "and let us just say he was, and is, very picky with what he put in his mouth."
Sakura snorted, "tell me about it. It took me two years to get his stupid onigiri right."
"And I guess you do not like okkake?" he asked, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"No, I don't. I've never been a big fan of fishes, alive or not," she wrinkled her nose in disgust at the mere mention of those aquatic vertebrates. "And you? Do you like fish?"
"It's eatable," he lowered his lashes, "but I prefer cherries."
Sakura choked on the last spoon of soup flowing down her throat and coughed to get it out of her trachea. It wasn't healthy to converse with this man. "E-excuse me?" she asked with a cough, trying to stop tears from falling out of her eye sockets. She grabbed the glass of water standing on the table and took a large gulp before breathing out.
"I think you heard what I said," he whispered in her ear. She yelped at his closeness, she hadn't noticed him moving in her oxygen-lacking state.
"W-what are you standing so close for?" she asked meekly, trying to look away from him.
"I couldn't have you lying dead on my kitchen floor, I would be accused for inflicting another persons death," he said, but leaned closer, "and I am rather sure you don't dislike my proximation." He smirked and closed the distance between them, placing a light kiss on her cheek, leaving her in shock. After what she had experienced together with him so far she was sure he was about to make her all dizzy and light-headed.
In a way he did succeed, but not the way she had expected him to. She was gaping like a fish out of water, staring wide eyed at him. "W-what the hell was that for?!" she hissed, still not moving from her stiff position.
His smirk just widened and he then took her bowl, seeing she had finished. "You can go watch television in the living room of you want to, I will get dressed and then I'll take you home," he said over his shoulder as he put the dishes in the washer.
"Oh…ok…" she stood up and brushed of her legs (for some strange reason, this house was clinically clean). She walked out of the kitchen, walking straight to the living room, without detours. She sat down in the comfy sofa in front of the flat screen television, which by the way was one of the largest she had ever seen. She grabbed the remote set on the table before her, and turned it on, noticing the clear picture showing the news. She wondered how the hell he could afford all this, she had no idea what he worked with…
"And now a feature from yesterdays press conference at the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department where Uchiha Fugaku announced his soon-to-be retirement from the position of superintendent general, as well as who would be the successor," the anchor said stiffly, waiting for pictures from the press conference to start. Sakura immediately paid attention, she hadn't heard anything of his retirement and it came as quite a surprise to hear it on a news program since she rarely got news reports from anything else the radio on the morning bus (as well as Ino's daily gossip report).
"I am honored to see that so many has come here to listen to my announcement today," the usual formality Sakura couldn't help but to roll her eyes at, "as you may know, I am nearing the age of fifty-five, and has been the leader of the military force here in Tokyo for twenty years, and I see it fit, both for me and the employees, that there should be some new blood at the top." Mumbles and hands rose as he finished what he was saying, but he just put a hand up to quiet everyone. "And many agree with me that the next man at the top will be my son."
Sakura gawked at the screen when a well known figure appeared from the sidelines as soon as Fugaku made a move with his fingers. She made a long and loud gasp as Itachi stood beside his father.
"By next year, Itachi will take over after me as the Superintendent general," by now her eyeballs were ready to fall out of her head. She had been having extra lessons with one of the, in the future, most powerful men in Japan, and she had taken a ride in his car, and slept in his bed, and tasted his home cooking, and seen him topless and…kissed him…
A scream left her lips as she flew up and ran inside the bedroom, where she found him just about to get undressed. He turned and raised his eyebrows at her, obviously wondering what the ruckus was about. In a fruitless attempt to look angry she glared at him, standing with her limbs wildly spread over his wall, door and floor. "Y-you…you're the next superintendent general…?" it came out more as a question than she had wanted it too, but she couldn't help herself.
"Yes?" he blinked calmly turning towards her fully.
"I…I've kissed one of Japan's most powerful men…" she mumbled, mostly to herself, but unfortunately he heard her unclear voice.
"You can get more than just a kiss if you want too," he smirked seductively, discreetly untying the bow on his sweat pants.
She gasped again, and felt herself get hot like steaming water. "G-get dressed!" she yelled and slammed the door, running back to the sofa, finding a pillow to hug in despair. She stared blankly as the news continued to roll interviews with people about the generation shift, both employees and civilians getting the mic stuffed into their face by the reporter.
"I think it will be good with, as Fugaku-sama said, with some new blood. Itachi-sempai is a mature, calm, collected and responsible man, and I think he will take on the task whole heartedly," Sakura had to narrow her eyes at the young man who was interviewed, if he only knew how 'mature' his beloved Itachi-sempai was at home, and how 'responsible' he was when alone with a female student in the late afternoon.
"Itachi is a very talented youth, and I don't think Fugaku could have chosen a better replacement," the old man smiled and seemed to mean what he said genially, not an ounce of jealousy in his face. By his casual addressing of the two Uchiha's she guessed he must also be from that family, no one else would have the guts to exclude the honorifics publicly.
"I'm not very updated about it, but that man seems to be suitable for the position. Not to talk about his looks," the civil woman laughed and Sakura felt a sting of something in her chest. She didn't dare to think it was jealousy, so she just decided it was pity, for that woman to be trapped in his net already.
She zapped through the many channels, wondering why someone like Itachi would need such a large number of them. And three channels entirely for drama? What was he, a sissy in disguise? A woman? His long lashes and smooth features did strengthen that theory…
"Are you ready to go?" the voice from behind startled her, and she turned, gazing at that beautiful face of her suspicious host. Blinking twice she realized he was dressed in a suit, and guessed that he was off to work. With that attire he did absolutely not look like a female.
"Do you have work today?" she asked sheepishly, quickly standing up, suddenly stressed.
"I do, but I do not need to be there until twelve," he said, calming her quick panic attack. He started to walk out, probably against the hall, and she hurried to turn off the television to follow him. She was glad she did, because it would have taken her a little while to find the right way (she had a terrible sense of direction).
She saw her shoes neatly placed on the floor beside the few other pairs. With a sigh of relief she noticed he wasn't a diva who loved those pieces of fabric worn on the feet. She herself had nothing against shoes, but she had always found it a bit freakish for someone to have more than twenty pairs of them, and especially if the particular someone was a male.
After fitting her feet into the slightly heeled ankle-boots she followed him outside, stalking behind him to enter the garage, opening the port, revealing the black Mercedes and another very rare and valuable car, judging by the horse on the vessel she guessed it was a Ferrari or a Mustang. She really didn't know how the hell he could afford these crazy cars, or the extraordinary house etc.
He unlocked the Mercedes, seating himself inside, and started the motor just as Sakura sat in beside him. She noted that her bag was on the floor, and realized she had forgotten all about it. She quickly put her security belt on and waited for them to move.
"Where do you live?" he asked before tapping on the gas.
"Huh? Oh… Minato," she said.
"That isn't really much of a help," he mumbled.
"Where are we?"
"In Shirokane," Itachi said, slightly impatiently.
"Oh, I live in Aoyama," she smiled.
"Aoyama? One never think there are houses there, with all the companies main offices," he said absentmindedly as he began to drive.
"I know, right? But my dad works at one of them, so he got a house," she stopped herself from starting a rant just as she was about to start, and sat quietly, looking out the window. The silence laid as a coat between them, and she felt it was a rather unpleasant one. She thought about something to say as they rolled through the streets. She took a peek at him out of the corner of her eye, noting he looked very good in a suit. That woman on the news was definitely right when she complimented his exterior appearance.
"You look good…" she said before she could discard the thought into the garbage bin of her mind.
His lips curled, "so do you." He leveled up the gear, "but I prefer you more without clothes on."
She became red in the face, both out of anger and embarrassment. "It will be the worst decision in the history of Japan to let you become head of the police force!"
"Why Sakura, your words flatter me," he chuckled, knowing what he could do to her by calling her name.
"You're even worse than you little brother!!" she cried throwing her arms across her chest in defeat. All her matches with him were short--both casual and…sensual--and she hated the fact that he always won. He should be a gentleman and lay down his cape for her to step on, but nothing like that, just god damned success after success!
She stuck out her tongue at him childishly, trying to make him feel at least a little bit of pity for her. But no, no, he just continued to smirk.
Uchiha's are dangerous to befriend, and damn it, she knew half the clan! She thought it was strange to rarely hear Sasuke utter a word about his older brother. In fact, it was with such space in between that she more often then not forgot that he had a sibling. She had never met him, until yesterday, never even hearing his name either, the only reference was Sasuke's precious aniki (he even wrote nii-san on their family tree in grade school).
"Left here," she said quietly, sighing over the fact that Uchiha's would always be bastards.
He obeyed her command, and turned, surprisingly enough presaging a neighborhood at little further away that actually seemed to have houses meant to live in. They speed down the lane, seeing people and stores flash by outside the glass.
"At the end of the street, turn left again," she said, pointing in that direction with her finger.
"As you wish, hime-sama," this arrogant man really had no shame, making a woman melt like this!
"You're almost taking the price as the largest bastard I've ever had the lack of luck to meet," she mumbled absentmindedly, lost in a fantasy about herself being a princess, having this man act as a knight going out in a battle for her sake. 'What kind of sick technique is he using on me?!'
'If I recall correctly it is called sexual attraction! Or was it love?' Sakura had to groan in frustration of the sudden intrusion of her mind by her mental alter ego.
'Shut up you useless character!'
'Oh, that hurt!'
'I hope so!' with a sigh she opened her eyes, realizing they were just about to approach her house. "Oh! This is it!" she squealed, collecting her bag from the floor.
With a soft deceleration they stopped, right in front of her gate. She had to marvel at his skillful driving, but soon told herself it wasn't anything special since he was a police. She unbuttoned her seatbelt and moved to open the door, just to feel a hand on her neck. She froze up, anticipating another hand to come up to wrap around her throat. She turned her head uncertainly, seeing red eyes staring hazily at her. Or not really at her, but at the place he held his hand. Gently he tugged at her body, making her lean against him. What really frightened her about this man was that he was impossible to fight off, as she had discovered earlier.
"U-Uchiha-san…" she mumbled, uncertain of what he would do. He gave her an almost cruel grin, brushing their lips together.
"I don't listen to that name, hime," he said and kissed her cheek, laughably close to her mouth. Her breath stayed in her lungs, and she had to grip her bag painfully hard to stop herself from loose herself in bliss. It should not be possible to make this to her with such simple actions, she had refused advances from men for years, and it should be no different with this man.
"Please stop it…" she begged, sighing in pleasure when he stroke her skin.
The only reply she got was more kisses showered over her face, going down towards her neck. The fragile ribbon she had around her neck as part of her uniform slipped off, her neckline became deeper with every button coming lose. She didn't know how he did it, but he was having himself undressing her without objections. He found her collar bone, nipping it greedily, marring her fair skin red with his teeth. She gasped in pleasure when he pressed his mouth against her shoulder, moaning in surprise.
Suddenly it struck her that he was successfully creating a hickey on her body, and if she didn't stop him he was sure to give her a blue mark. With a weak whimper in protest she tried to push him away, only to find her hand removed by his. She made an attempt to withdraw, but found herself trapped by his arms. Biting her lip in defeat she lowered her head, speaking against his ear, "please let me go, Itachi." Her voice was a lot more huskier than she had planned for, and found the result memorable.
Itachi shivered, raising his face from her shoulder. His hot breath fanned over the wet spot on her body, before he towered over her with his full sitting length. "That's more like it, Sakura, even if I doubt you minded very much," he cooed, looking at her through thin slits between his lashes.
"I hate you…" she mumbled angrily, shrugging out of his grip. She turned around to open the door, and put her foot out. Suddenly she felt a light pull on her hair, and she flew hear head around, only to see Itachi kissing her tresses.
"Good bye, Sakura," he said, taking a breath of her scent.
She blushed, and hurried out on the side walk. "Thanks for the ride…" she said before shutting the door. She started to walk over the pavement inside her garden, hurrying towards her door. She pulled her keychain out of her pocket, and quickly found the house key. She unlocked the door and opened it, looking back over her shoulder, spotting Itachi still standing on the road with that expensive car. She turned her gaze to the ground shyly and entered her home, hearing him drive off as she shut the door.
"I'm home," she called in a low voice, afraid that if she was too loud she would crack it. Her throat hurt a bit, and she frowned in irritation.
"Sakura! Oh, don't scare your mother by just deciding things without telling me first!" Haruno Mikaru, physician and teenage mother, came running out of the kitchen, hugging her daughter tightly. "I was so worried that you didn't come home from your extra hours, I almost thought you had fainted from fever!"
"I'm fine, kaa-chan! Like I said in my text, I slept over at a friends," Sakura said, really hoping Itachi indeed did send that message, since she hadn't checked her cell phone yet.
"Oh yes! But who was it? I called Ino-chan's father, as well as Minato-kun, but neither said you were there," the older woman stared at her offspring in confusion.
"Uh…oh, kaa-chan, did you make tempura?!" she made a poor try to lead her mother's attention to something else, good thing she was usually rater absentminded, since it seemed to work.
"You noticed? Would you like some? Your father won't come home until this evening, but if you'd like some now you can take," with a smile Mikaru walked against the kitchen, probably planning to take out chopsticks and plates.
"I've already eaten, kaa-chan. I'll eat later," Sakura couldn't help but to feel a small clench at her heart when her mom looked so very disappointed.
"Oh, of course you have. Just take it later then," she brushed it off with a smile, like always.
With a sigh Sakura removed her jacket and shoes, running upstairs as soon as she was out of all outdoor clothing. The stairs were rather narrow, but they were pleasant to walk up and down in. The math spiked to the wood made it moth soft and safe, and the pictures hanging on the walls showed happy moments in their lives.
Running down the corridor on the second story she entered her room at the end of it, throwing up the door, "Leo, I'm home!"
On her bed, tucked into the far corner of the room laid a large, orange cat, stretching out over half the length. His green eyes opened lazily, and he stretched before jumping down on the floor, trotting towards his mistress. He stroke along her legs, purring softly and meowing, happy to have her back. With a smile she bent down and patted him, making him stand on two legs to meet her hand. "Missed me?" she asked, but didn't get more of a reply than his continued love administrations.
She picked him up and walked towards her bed, and found it strange that he was sniffing at her neck and face, but soon understood why. Her face became pale, and she let go of her cat, trusting that he would land softly on her bed (that cat is probably the only cat which does not land on his feet in all situations). She ran up to her full body mirror and widened her collar, seeing a mark on her collarbone, stained purple. It was a wonder that her mother hadn't noticed it.
Her fingers carefully stroke the bruise, and she felt a slight sting. It would be there for days, two at the very least. If she was going to school with this she would have to put make up on it. In fact, she had to have it covered before she come in front of her parents again.
"Good bye, Sakura."
What the hell did he mean with 'good bye'? Was it enough for him to just have his fun, and then dump her? That thought…hurt. It hurt more than she had assumed it would.
It hurt a lot.
"Exactly what did you do this Friday and Saturday? You didn't answer my calls at all!" for the millionth time Sakura sighed at her persistent friends questions.
"Like I told you, I was so tired I was asleep ever since I left school," she couldn't tell her blonde friend exactly where she had been, and she didn't exactly lie either. It was just after the last period, and the students started to gather up their belongings and quickly made their way out to the corridors.
"And remember the assignment for tomorrow, I want a full ten pages report on the topic you were handed!" Jiraya-sensei said to the class before he walked out the classroom. Even if he was a skilled teacher he was just an old pervert, who spend most of his free time writing porn rather than correcting tests and essays. But despite all that he was married to the headmaster, however many thought it was just a farce to keep him under her watch. Although this theory was pushed back by the many hour-long…chats they had every now and then at the Dean's office. Not many wanted to even think about it anymore, but of course, freshmen just had to ask their sempai's if it was true or not.
"Lousy old perverted man," Ino muttered but immediately started to glare at her pink haired classmate, "and lousy young lying woman."
"I'm not lying Ino," Sakura said, rolling her eyes.
"You must be. First you show up late, and then you don't have your ribbon! You practically refuse to pick up your phone and you have been avoiding Mikoto-sensei, and--
"I've been absentminded, right?" they were getting enough of this, both of them.
Narrowing her eyes the Yamanaka figured there was something that disturbed her friend, and that it was something she'd rather have no one know about, but of course, that only made it more the interesting. And when Yamanaka's have found something they find intriguing they won't let it slip them by to easily, and this Haruno was going to find that out the hard way--again.
"Hey Naruto, help me pry the truth out of forehead here! She's hiding something from us!" she waved her hand for the blondest man there was in that town, together with his father.
As commanded, the obedient idiot immediately found a place hooked to the side of his blossom haired childhood friend. "You are, Sakura-chan?" he was trying to sound hurt, as if he hoped for a mental breakdown from her, forcing without forcing her to tell him what's up.
"Can you stop this ridiculous quiz?!" she cried in frustration, turning to head for her corner. "I'm getting sick and tired of it!"
Ino tugged at Naruto's jacket, making him bend down to lend her his ear, "she avoided the question, that means she's definitely hiding something!" As if a light went up for him he grabbed her shoulder.
"She's avoiding the question! That means she's definitely hiding something!!" he repeated, louder, and as if it was something he came up with, earning himself two smacks to the head.
"Be quiet, dobe," none else than the most outstanding genius and hottest item at the school, within all the years, was making his appearance. He didn't seem to stand the very existence of that orange and yellow wonder, but the truth (which only Sakura knew of) was that he would be devastated without it.
"Shut up teme! I'll talk all I want!"
"You're not talking, you're yelling," Sasuke claimed, his eyebrow twitching in annoyance.
"Am not!" Naruto protested, hitting his rival on the arm.
"Hn," ah, the universal sound. To understand the meaning of each 'hn' you would need someone who had studied the behaviors of Uchiha's for a long time, and that someone was Sakura.
"Sakura-chan, what did that mean?" Naruto leaned against his past love object and whispered his question.
"It meant 'I'm right and you know it, so shut up you dobe or you won't be getting any for a week'," she whispered back, "but I think that last part was a lie, I could feel an undertone of disappointment."
"Thank you, Sakura-chan!" with renewed knowledge the Uzumaki took up the fight again, "you might be right, but you can't come and tell me to shut up, because then you won't be get--
It was most fortunate for Uchiha's to be born with quick reflexes, or else their secret would have been exposed the day after they kissed for the first time. "Shut up, usuratonkashi!" he hissed, holding his hand over his counterparts mouth.
Sakura giggled at the scene, and laid the strap of her bag over her shoulder, closing her locker to head home. "I'll be going soon, you two better hurry up if you want to have company home," it was a well know fact that the three of them are friends from childhood, and they usually walked home together. But recently that fact had also been used by the two lovers, they said walking her home was priority over their own quarrels, but usually went to the others place after dropping her off.
Quickly the two of them stopped their name-calling contest and headed for their lockers to get ready to leave. Thinking that she would finally have a few quiet minutes for herself her hopes were crashed by her first female friend, once more.
"I am demanding an answer from you! And I'm not satisfied with the 'I fell asleep' crap!" Ino demanded, towering with her few more centimeters of height over her friend.
"Oh, just drop it! I've already told you the truth!" with an irritated sigh the pink haired girl walked outside, shivering when the cold air bitch slapped her entire body. Feeling the goose bumps appear on her arms and back. She really couldn't wait for spring to come, but unfortunately there was half a year left until she could be guaranteed a warmer climate. She heard Naruto dragging Sasuke over the ground behind her to catch up with them. When finally reaching the two girls they had found another reason to fight over, this time it was if okkake onigiri or jam onigiri was more delicious (and you can guess which one of them fought for which).
"Jam is so much tastier than fish!" the blonde yelled at his friend.
"Idiot, it's unhealthy and doesn't fit with rice or sea grass!" Sasuke stated angrily, standing up for his favorite food, after tomatoes, of course.
"Stop arguing about it, because neither of you is going to give up in the end! And we have a much more important mission right now, getting Sakura to tell us exactly where she was this Friday and Staurday!" Ino said, glaring warningly at the pair of males.
Sasuke groaned, irritated by the noisy people he called friends. Discreetly he drew closer to Naruto, but not too close, since others might notice.
"So, tell us right this moment or I will…and oh ho, ho, what is that delicious eye candy I see over there?" it was rare for the Yamanaka to direct her attention to something else than the task in front of her in the middle of a sentence, so of course all of them turned to the direction she was looking in.
A painful jump in her chest made Sakura gasp, and her eyes widened considerably. Her entire being got drained from just a look, but her body heated up. She didn't know if she believed the scene before her, since these kind of cheesy situations only occurred in manga. But well, she had to believe it, now that she could feel electricity run through her as the red ruby's she had been staring into a few days prior was staring straight at her.
Almost invisibly, his mouth curled into a slight smirk, making her cheeks heat up like lava stones. Her head felt dizzy, and the icy air burned her nostrils. She had to take a few steps back to stabilize herself. It truly was a shock for her to see him, because she had been convincing herself for two days that she would never see him again.
"Sakura, why is he looking this way?" Ino asked.
"Uh…my hair?" she mumbled absentmindedly.
"Then why is he now trying to burn of the hand that is about to grab you and pull you in behind the wall with his gaze?" the blonde asked, mischief and anger seeping out of her mouth.
"What?" before Sakura could get an answer she was promptly pulled back within the school grounds, pushed up against a white wall.
"S-Sakura-chan, why the hell is teme's older brother looking at you with the Uchiha stare saying 'I want you and you know it'?" Naruto was in despair, trying to shake the answer out of his item of protection.
"Uh…he is?" she asked, letting herself get close to torn apart by his rough shakes.
"Hell yeah, he is!!"
"Naruto-kun, if you don't mind, I would like to return this to Sakura," the silky purr was right beside them, and both jumped like cats to avoid it. Itachi smiled a fake, smooth smile, holding up a long red band.
Poor Naruto was almost loosing his eyes over the shock, not only to hear that the bastard's brother called his precious Sakura-chan by name, but also that he was holding on to her ribbon. "W-why the hell do you have her ribbon?! And why are you here at all?!" he yelled, pointing accursedly at the dark haired man.
"Um, Naruto--
"Have Sakura not told you she spent the beginning of the weekend with me?" how could he make it sound so much more serious than it was? Really, Uchiha's are real mysteries.
Now the two blonde's within hearing distance as well as the younger one of the two brothers were gawking, more or less involuntary. Ino was gripping after something to hold on to, and found the closest thing being Sasuke, and Naruto did the same. Their terror-stricken faces soon started to stare at Sakura, who was white as a sheet, trying to make herself shrink. Only that humans don't shrink out of nowhere, and she knew that very well. She held up her hand, blushing because of the awkward situation that she was sure she would have to explain later.
"T-thanks…" she muttered, getting the thin silk placed in her hand.
"See you this weekend, Sakura," he purred before walking out on the street again, leaving with a superior smirk, directed to his brother and his blonde partner.
The three friends of the innocent Haruno was left in shock, and all of them tried hard to find heir voice, or sense. "E-exactly what did just happen?" Ino asked, rubbing her temples.
"My older brother just gave Sakura her ribbon and practically confessed that he is going to rape her this weekend," Sasuke felt the headache knocking on his door, and the soon to come screams were definitely not going to help.
"What… Who… Why was he… What the hell is he going to do to my Sakura-chan?!" Naruto turned in despair to his fastidious counter part, grabbing him by the shoulders, "what is your freakish brother going to do to her?!" The poor blonde was soon in tears, not being able to grasp the fact that his adorable fake sister was going to be locked up in a room, tied up and forced to heed every command of that devil walking around in a human cloak.
"Sakura, I want you to explain everything. And by everything, I mean every. Last. Little. Detail!" Ino threatened, her blue eyes darkening with poorly suppressed fury.
Sakura backed up against the wall like a frightened animal. "Ehm… Sasuke, explain your bother's behavior!"
Yes, that headache was a fact by now.
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Word count: 7057
A/N: Wiiih! It's done, after almost one month with lots of stress and holidays and shit. My holiday is almost over, and I suck because I haven't gotten the chapter up earlier -.-' Yes, I feel emo over it.
I have to learn how to use the Japanese addressing system, it's damn confusing. I spent 2 hours just looking up the Tokyo info on wikipedia, until I gave up and searched on Google maps… our world is quite funny, don't you think?
Still, it's pretty good I think, but I do have to get myself a beta reader, or I will be even more screwed!
Hope you like it! The more you review, the faster I will write!