Wasted Days and Wasted Nights Chapter 2 Hunted, a naruto fanfic

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Wasted Days and Wasted Nights—(Sequel, part 1)

Kaze and Kiba

Wasted days and wasted nights

I have left for you behind

For you don't belong to me,

You heart belongs,

to someone else.—Freddie Fender-1959

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Chapter Two-Hunted

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Sakura was ten miles away before hit her.

Had she really just bested two S-class ninja? Had they actually honored a bet? She thought that criminals were all the same—rogues, thieves, liars and cheats. She sat down hard on a large rock on the side of the path and set Samehada against her knee.

"I can't believe it!"

She heard a whine and quickly stood up. The sword slipped off her knee and now leaned on the rock. She looked all around her before looking at the huge sword closely.

"Did you just…speak?"

The sword made a forlorn sighing sound.

"You did," she said slowly, turning her head at an angle. "You have your own consciousness then?"

The bandaged sword's skull-capped handle wriggled and her eyebrows rose in wonder.

"So, when Kisame told me you wouldn't bite, it was because you agreed not to—not because he gave you some kind of order, right?"

The sword growled softly.

"Then, you're probably kinda upset that he would use you for a bet, huh?"

The sword growled louder.

"You poor thing," she cooed to the obviously upset, sentient sword. "I bet you really loved him, too, didn't you? Well, I understand about being brushed aside." Her soft smile held a sardonic curl. "You should always treat your friends and your weapons well because you never know when they'll save your ass, right?"

The sword handle wiggled and Sakura cautiously reached out a hand and touched it only to have it vibrate happily and extend itself further to twist around her wrist—almost lovingly.

She giggled. "Why, Samehada, you're pretty cool, aren't you? Would you like to visit my home with me?"

The sword handle vibrated soothingly around her wrist and she smiled and picked it up, setting it back over her shoulder as she set off down the path toward home.

"I bet Hoshigaki's sorry that he did something so dumb now. He should have just bought his own booze to begin with and left me alone—big bully."

The sword gurgled in agreement and Sakura giggled.

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Hours later, Sakura's trek home was interrupted about twenty miles inside the border of Fire Country. An impossibly tall, dark-skinned man who smelled like he hadn't bathed in a month blocked her path. She couldn't tell if his skin was truly dark or just filthy.

"Yo, sweetness. Whatcha got there?" He pointed at the sword before smoothing his hand over his grubby, bald pate. "Looks heavy."

Sakura paused, wrinkling her nose while she tried to get a read on the man who had so boldly stepped in front of her. He didn't look much like a ninja—tall, yet thin as a pole, no muscle tone on his threadlike limbs. Most ninja wouldn't be stupid enough to stand so close to a stranger, either. But looks hardly counted in her world. She had used her child-like looks to deceive enemies into thinking her weak many a time.

"Konichiwa, ojiisan. If you'll excuse me." She took a small step back. "I'm afraid I have no time to talk."

"We ain't looking for chit-chat, sweetness." The man loosened his belt.

Suddenly, Sakura felt the chakra pulse of four more men as they walked out from the wooded area around them. Maybe she couldn't sense if the man in front of her was a ninja, but they definitely were. Finally, the skinny guy dropped his chakra screen. The belt he pulled from his waist now looked more like a whip than anything. Sakura took another step back.

"Listen up, buddy, 'cause I'm only going to say this once." Sakura's voice took on the stern, unforgiving authority she'd learned from her master. "You don't want to mess with me."

"Oh, we wanna mess with you, sweetness." He grinned and the other men around her chuckled cruelly. "Mess with you, screw with you.' He paused grinning evilly. "Fuck with you."

'Bastards! They are so gonna be sorry for this,' she thought.

"Samehada, are you feeling hungry?" Sakura asked, taking the sword from her shoulder, drawing it out and waving it around—she used it to clear a bit more space between her, the creep, and his friends.

Sakura fed a burst of chakra into the sword and it hummed with life. For the first time since the stranger showed up, he and the rest of his gang started to look unsure of their perverted venture.

"I'll give you one last chance to run away, assholes. Then you're gonna die."

The men guffawed at the little girl's bravado. "Tough words aren't gonna save you today, sweetness."

"I warned you."

Sakura took a firm grip on the sword and made the first hit. One swipe and Samehada had drained the man of his chakra. Furthermore, the strength Sakura used in the swing knocked the man a good forty feet across the forest. In fact, the only thing that stopped him was his back hitting a tree, breaking the trunk in half.

Either insane or simply foolish, the other four men didn't back down. They all leapt in to tackle her at once but Sakura was able to kick the second man away from her while Samehada sucked the chakra from a third. She twisted and blocked a forth's kunai as it sailed through the air. With a spin she hit the other two with the sword and she swore she could hear Samehada roar with satisfaction. When she paused for a moment she realized that the fight was over. All around her, men lay unconscious, broken, and bleeding, or dead.

It had taken less than a minute.

"Amazing," she said, petting with one hand the eager sword that seemed to have grown after having eaten so much chakra. "Samehada, my friend, you are unmatched."

Sated and happy with his new partner whose chakra tasted as sweet and pure as honey, the sword hummed and its pommel twisted around her wrist. Sakura left the men where they lay. They could save themselves or die there, she didn't care. Either way, they would think twice before confronting a woman alone ever again.

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Four ANBU met Sakura a mile outside Konoha.

"Haruno-san!" A spike-haired shinobi stopped a few yards in front of her. "Are you alone?"

"Yes. Why?" She suddenly felt the presence of the other ANBU as Samehada growled softly.

"Sensor nins on Konoha's wall felt the presence of something powerful and perhaps dangerous coming toward the village." He looked pointedly at the sword.

"Of course." She nodded. "I picked up something new on my way home. I should have sent a summons with a warning. Gomen."

'Good thing I stuffed that Akatsuki robe in my pack,' she thought, 'or I might have already been under arrest.'

"We will escort you to the Hokage. You must give up your weapon to us, Haruno-san."

The sword's aura began to darken and swell.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, ANBU-san. The sword is very…particular about who carries it." Sakura patted the blade and soothed it, calmly telling it to back down. "You have my word as a Konoha shinobi that I will do no harm."

"You are aware that if you are perceived as a threat, your life is forfeit."

"Of course, ANBU-san. Lead the way."

"Sakura-san." The gate guard smiled when he saw her. "Welcome ba—" He gaped like a fish when he saw the huge sword she carried. Others followed suit.

Sakura was marched straight to Tsunade's office. Unfortunately, the Elders were there having a meeting with her Shishou. They were more than interested in the prize Sakura brought home.

Sakura told them the story of the bar, the arm wrestling, how she'd charmed the bartender, beaten the men, and won so much sake. She heard a few quiet snickers from the unseen ANBU watching the debriefing.

"Then, I guess, word must have spread through the town because they showed up."

"The Akatsuki?" asked Homura, the elder, male Council member."

"Hai," she confirmed. "Uchiha Itachi and Hoshigaki Kisame."

"And they didn't attack you?" Koharu, the female elder, added suspiciously.

"No." Sakura did her damnedest not to squirm and fidget, but it was nearly impossible. Her story sounded outrageous to her own ears. If she showed any sign of weakness, these Council members would jump on it and have her thrown in jail. "Uchiha Itachi didn't even speak to me. It was Hoshigaki. He wanted to challenge me."

"And?"

"And I'd already had too much to drink, so I refused."

"Traitorous! Why didn't you attack them?" Homura hissed. "They are both wanted criminals!"

"I had no back up and was in no condition to fight."

"What happened then, Sakura?" Tsunade urged her to continue.

"Hoshigaki insisted on a challenge. He wouldn't back down. He issued a drinking challenge. At first, I refused, but…"

"What?"

She scratched the back of her head nervously. "He, ah, insulted me."

"Sakura!"

More snickers came from the background, pissing her off more than a little and unconsciously causing her to snap.

"Shishou! I was tired, the weather was crummy and I just stopped in the bar to have a little drink and wait out the rain. How was I supposed to know the Akatsuki would show up?"

Sakura's face glowed when she realized how freely she'd spoken in front of the Council. Bowing low, she said, "Please forgive me, Hokage-sama. I was stupid and accepted a ridiculous bet!"

"A bet, eh? Now that I can understand." Tsunade's eyes took on a wicked glow. "What were the stakes?"

She shifted nervously. "Hoshigaki wanted to bet his Akatsuki cloak, but I said no. Then I saw Samehada here and I thought, ah, well, it is an amazing sword."

The sword hummed appreciatively.

"Um, yeah, and I sort of asked for Uchiha's cloak, too." She pulled the pack from her back and unzipped it, pulling out Itachi's robe—her faced burned when she realized that she recognized Itachi's scent on it from sleeping with him all night.

"This is a farce!" Homura roared. "It's obvious she's in league with the Akatsuki. I want her arrested immediately and put under Ibiki's interrogation!"

'Ibiki's is a torture specialist!' Sakura paled. "It's true! I swear it!"

"That story is pure cock and bull!" Koharu railed in her thin, high voice. "She's as much as declared her loyalty to them by her presence here with that, that thing. And she can't prove this is Uchiha Itachi's cloak. It must be hers! She's just trying to cover her tracks. She's a spy!"

"Calm down," Tsunade ordered. "We will get to the bottom of this. Sakura, what exactly did you put up for the bet?"

Sakura turned beet-red and sputtered and choked on her next words. They came out unintelligible.

"What was that?"

"I said I was drunk, Shishou." Her eyes begged her master not to make her say it out loud. "Drunk and stupid, but not a traitor!"

"Tell me what your stake in the bet was."

Sakura mumbled.

"Speak up, child!" Koharu snapped.

"I said, the sake I had won," she covered her flaming face with one hand, "…and for one night, and only one night…me."

The silence was deafening.

'Good thing I left out the part about waking up in bed with Uchiha Itachi,' she thought acidly.

Tsunade opened her drawer and pulled out a bottle. Normally, she wouldn't imbibe around the Elders, but the day was already fucked, so why not?

She took her time pouring two cups and drinking them both before she spoke.

"Damn it, Sakura. It looks like I might have to put you on probation. Give the robe to the ANBU so they can take it to be examined." She gave the Council elders a dirty look.

"Hai, Shishou." Sakura handed the robe to the ANBU.

"Hm," Tsunade pondered a bit as she poured another cup. "The sword technically belongs to Mist. Would you be adverse to taking a team of jounin and returning it to the Mizukage as a sign of goodwill between Konoha and Kirigakure, Sakura?"

"Uh, no, if it's ok with Samehada. As he has his own will, I think we should ask him, too."

"I agree. May I hold him?" Tsunade held out her hand.

Sakura held out the sword. "He likes chakra."

Tsunade sent out a large pulse of chakra and the sword groaned in pleasure as she took him in hand.

"Samehada," she greeted. "It is common knowledge that the best swordsmen in the world are trained in Mist. Would you be averse to going there to possibly find a new and better master?"

The sword whined a little, but relaxed. Sakura nodded. "It seems he's ok with it, Hokage-sama."

The Elders broke in. "Anyone you send with her to return that sword is in mortal danger. You can't sacrifice our best nin to the Akatsuki that way."

"I can go alone." Sakura said acerbically.

"No, it's too dangerous, Sakura."

"I still say you should lock her up indefinitely and torture her until she gives up everything she knows about Akatsuki!"

"She is my apprentice! If you lock her up, I will lock you up, too!"

"Hokage-sama," Sakura warned, not wanting to start a civil war. She knew how much her Shishou disliked these meddling old farts.

"Fine." Tsunade growled, handing the sword back. "You can return the sword alone. But first I will contact Mist and have them meet you at Fire's border. I won't have you wandering through those oceans alone."

"Thank you, Shishou."

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Sakura sighed heavily. Over her shoulder, Samehada gurgled with pleasure.

"You would love this weather, wouldn't you?"

Something resembling a long tongue slipped out the edge of the bandages that encased the sword and licked at the cold, pouring rain around them. It had been raining steadily since she left Konoha. At first, she didn't mind the soft, warm, spring rain, but as she moved closer to the borders of Fire and the oceans surrounding Mist, the air turned chill.

After two days of rain, there wasn't a dry spot left on her body. She shivered and looked at the darkening sky. It would be dark early with the rainclouds. She had maybe another hour until full darkness. She wasn't very far from where she was scheduled to meet with the representatives from Mist. She wasn't relishing the thought of spending another cold, wet night in the pouring rain, but she wasn't supposed to meet them until tomorrow.

Then she spotted the ryokan.

Surrounded by lush, sculpted landscaping, was a large onsen hotel. Its yellow light glowed warmly, inviting her to come in out of the rain.

'Why not,' she thought. If she had to, she could carry the water-loving sword right into the hot, healing waters with her to keep an eye on it. There probably wouldn't be too many people out and about this late in the evening.

A bitter, cold shiver decided for her. If she was going to be wet, she at least wanted to warm up, too. She opened the sliding door marked Manager and slipped off her sandals.

"Welcome!" the older woman greeted Sakura. "How nice to see a traveler on such a stormy night. Would you like a room?"

"Yes, please. Just for one night."

"Of course, ojousan." She swept her arm back toward the front desk. "Come right this way and I'll check you in."

As Sakura signed the registry and got out her wallet, the innkeeper looked curiously at the wrapped sword she had leaned against the wall.

"That's quite a large parcel you have there, ojousan. It looks heavy."

"It's not bad, really," Sakura assured her. "It's a gift for some friends."

The innkeeper was still looking curiously at the large sword.

"I'd like to go to my room now." Sakura gently reminded her. "It's getting late."

"You're right, ojousan. Let me show you to your room and then I'll close up for the night.

Sakura followed the manager down the long halls, half-listening to her extol the virtues of her lovely inn—the semi-private hot springs, luxury rooms, even masseuse services if she desired. Sakura perked up at her next suggestion.

"Would you like a snack?"

'Food would be great,' she thought, her stomach rumbling.

"If it's no trouble, that would be wonderful," she smiled. "Thanks."

"No trouble at all. I have some umeboshi onigiri made. If you give me a minute, I'll bring it up and then you can have dinner before your soak."

"Sounds good. If you don't mind me asking—" She looked around at the open doors of the many empty rooms they passed. "Why is this inn so deserted?"

"Well, it's a popular place, normally, but when the rainy season comes, no one around here is in the mood for a rainy soak and travelers usually head closer to northern Fire Country for vacation. There's a public indoor bath further up the road, if you prefer."

A deserted place suited her needs well. "I'll stay. Thank you very much."

"You enjoy your room and the baths now. I'll be right back with your food." She bowed and slid the door closed.

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Sakura pulled back the curtains in her room to see that it was still raining steadily. The hot spring was directly out the back shoji door. She could see the large pool steaming faintly. The manager knocked and gave her a tray, bidding her good night. She ate, went into the bathroom and cleaned up, washing her hair and body with the soothing, honey-scented soaps and shampoos there. Then, she wrapped herself in a soft, white towel provided by the inn and, picking up the sword, went out the door to the spring.

Her room had been a generous size, but the spring outside was positively luxurious compared to many she'd seen. Her large, private pool was shielded from the rooms around hers by tall bamboo and other plantings. The pools had been cordoned off on two sides by tall cedar walls and nature provided the third. There was a small, stone-paved path used by the owner to maintain the pools without having to enter guest's rooms. Sakura sat Samehada on the pools edge and took off her towel, folding it and setting it in the sheltered ledge before stepping gingerly into the steamy water with a satisfied sigh.

As she waded in and sat back soaking in the warmth of the spring, she noticed the rain had slacked to a gentle sprinkle. Soon, it stopped altogether and the clouds parted to reveal a hint of moonlight which brightened the night sky.

Sakura glanced at the floating sake tray in the middle of the pool. The innkeeper had provided her with a nightcap, but she was suddenly so relaxed that she thought she wouldn't need any help getting to sleep.

Sakura sighed, closed her eyes and sank down until her chin touched the water. The hot water lapped soothingly at her body, sending waves of delicious sensations through her from head to toe.

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"When are we going to stop for the night, Sasuke-kun?" Karen whined. "It's cold and wet and my hair is frizzing like crazy with all this damn humidity." The redhead sidled up to the dark, stoic ninja and walked two fingers suggestively up his arm, petitioning, "I think there are some bathhouses ahead. If we stop, I can wash your back and make dinner and a give you a nice, warm bed."

"You just want to be in his bed, tramp." Suigetsu taunted. "What are you complaining about anyway? This weather is great. We can travel unseen and—"

"You just like all the water, Fishboy!" Karen hissed. "If it wasn't raining, you'd be howling about eating and resting, too."

"Well, then you should be grateful that I'm not, shouldn't you?" Suigetsu grinned sharply. "You're always bitching at me not to take breaks."

"I hate you, stupid Suigetsu."

"Shut up," Sasuke growled in irritation as he stalked ahead.

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Sakura roused herself from her semi-conscious state with a start. She thought she felt something just on the edge of her consciousness. She reached out, searching with her senses, but there was nothing there.

"Paranoid," she murmured, impulsively reaching out and pouring herself a cup of sake. She picked up the tiny china cup to take a sip and brought it all the way to her lips before she changed her mind and carefully put it back. If she was already half asleep, she didn't really need to imbibe any of the pungent crutch favored by her shishou. She sat up and stretched her limbs, thinking of calling it an early night. Then she saw the tray gently lift and bob on the surface of the water.

'Oh, hell, no,' she thought anxiously. She snatched the towel off the shelf next to her, stood up and swiftly wrapped it tightly around herself.

"Why can't you ever just leave me alone, Fishface?"

"Tsk." A disappointed voice spoke from the shadow of the pool. "What gave me away?"

"There are no waves in a hot spring, Tunahead!"

"You know, my mother gave me a name, Pinkie. It's Kisame." The Mist nin's grinning maw rose from the depths of the water.

Sakura stared at him incredulously. "You have a mother?" she scoffed. "I thought you were spawned in the depths of hell."

"Such sincere flattery from a sweet, little hellion," Kisame muttered. "Come now, little girl. You have to give me a chance to win back my sword. How about a rematch?" He grinned and plucked her sake cup off the tray, looking ridiculous holding the tiny china cup in his big, blue paw. "I'll buy, Cherry-chan."

Sakura backed up toward the edge of the pool and stepped up to the edge. "I was freaking crazy to drink with you in the first place, you big, blue jerk! I would have to be completely insane to try that again."

"Have it your way, Pinkie." Kisame threw the tiny cup and picked up the sake bottle, taking a swig. "But if you don't answer my challenge, I'm taking Samehada back, regardless."

"Omai—" Sakura hissed and reached back to grab the sword she'd left sitting there, clasping her hand around a strong, lean…wrist? She swiftly turned and ran, nose first, smack into the hard, naked chest of a man. His free arm snaked around her waist, holding her close.

"Oh, shit!" She let go of the wrist she held and her chin was caught in a firm grip.

"Sakura-chan," Itachi's deep, sultry voice gave her chills as he shook his head in disappointment. "Such vulgar language from such pretty lips." Itachi's red eyes spun and she was immediately lost in his genjutsu. Her knees gave way and Itachi caught her and laid her out along the pool's edge.

"What are you gonna do with her? Take her along?"

"That is none of your business. Just retrieve your sword. I'll catch up later."

"She sure is a pistol." Kisame stepped atop the water. "If she wasn't such an innocent, little do-gooder, I'd say we keep her. Might make life more interesting," Kisame snickered and leapt over the pair to collect his sword.

Itachi sat next to the pretty girl still struggling inside his genjutsu. "It might at that," he agreed with a smirk.

Ever since they'd let her go from Grass, Itachi's mind had lingered on the kunoichi. It was unusual how one woman could capture his attention so completely.

Normally, he sealed his emotions off, kept his distance from everyone, and set his mind only on his mission. He'd known about the girl being on his otouto's genin team and he'd seen her in Suna. He'd even heard about her battle with Sasori of the Red Sands from other members of the organization—but it wasn't until she'd stood fearlessly up to them in that bar that he'd taken an interest in the girl. Her sassy spirit and appealing smile had charmed him in a way he couldn't explain. She piqued his curiosity. No one ever stood up to him in such a way.

He found himself making up reasons to drop in on her. He'd detoured from his last mission to Wave, stopping in a small bar frequented by lower-level personnel from the Hokage Tower, who, unknown to the Hokage, gossiped about the hidden village—he needed to know if she'd been punished or praised for the sword's retrieval. He'd even gone so far as to slip into Konoha's training grounds to watch her try her hand at handling his partner's sword to see how it melded with her own fighting style. It was surprising the things he'd done since crossing paths with the kunoichi—even agreeing to assist Kisame in his quest to retrieve his lost sword.

As he watched her wake up in the pool and stretch her lovely limbs gracefully before Kisame revealed himself, he contemplated what he really wanted from her and how to get it.

Itachi knew the girl would not be foolish enough to accept another wager with the Mist-nin. Perhaps if he told her that he wanted his robe back—it still contained a special trinket he'd had sewn into the hem. The wristlet had been given to him by his father, Fugaku, on the day of his oshichiya. The small bracelet with rare, crimson firestones encrusted in it, was one of the few things Itachi kept from his childhood. His father proudly told him that the bracelet had been handed down from father to eldest son as far back as their family records had shown and, one day, Fugaku hoped to live to see Itachi hand it to his own son.

His mouth twitched into a smile as he remembered the feel of her soft, full lips against his and an undeniable urge to feel them again burned within him. His eyes hungrily ran over her pale throat to pause at the site of her cleavage cinched tightly in her towel.

Even though Itachi had stolen one dream from his father when he'd slit his throat, he still felt the responsibility of family tradition and could not leave his oshichiya gift behind when he left the village. His fingertips trailed over her cheekbones as he wondered if he might, one day, have need of his inheritance.

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The dreamlike quality of the space around her confused Sakura—she didn't remember leaving the hot spring—yet here she was in her candlelit room, looking at the large bed which was sprinkled with…what was that? She walked over and smoothed her fingers over the white bedspread.

"Petals?"

White and red rose petals, to be precise. Why in the world would the owner put rose petals on her bed? She shook her head in confusion. And why was there a candle? Why not just turn on the light? She flipped the switch, but nothing happened.

Maybe the power was out. That was why the owner had lit—

The candle sputtered out!

She turned to see, but the room had fallen into darkness.

'What the hell is going on?' she thought, watching the curtain flutter gently in the faint light from the window.

'Of course,' she realized, breathing easier. 'I forgot the window was left open. The wind must have gusted enough to put out the candle. No matter,' she thought, exhausted. 'Better to get some sleep and ask questions in the morning.'

She found her way back to the bed, took off her robe and slid under the rose-scented covers with a grateful sigh.

It only took her a second to realize there was already someone else in bed with her, but it was half a second too late.

She hadn't even pulled up the covers when she found herself tangled with another warm body. She started to scream and a hand covered her mouth. Her eyes flew open to see the glint of red above her.

Itachi!

'It's a trick!' her Inner hissed. 'Genjutsu!'

"Kai!" She was finally able to disturb her system's chakra just enough to disperse the genjutsu. Sakura discovered that she lay not in her bed, but on her back next to the pool. The cool air on her bare shoulders and arms gave her goose bumps.

It seemed darker than before. She shook her head and refocused her vision—above her, naked from the waist up, bent a man so beautiful and deadly that she forgot to breathe. The moonlight shone like the halo of a dark angel around his head as Uchiha Itachi leaned over her—his long, silky hair curtained around them, tickling her naked collarbone, making her squirm.

Was this vision real or was she still trapped in the genjutsu, she wondered in awe.

No, a drop of sweat ran from her chin, down her neck, to pool at the base of her throat. She could feel the pulse of heat coming from his body. It made her flush all over. She felt the faint puff of breath from his mouth directly above her forehead and his thumb rubbing her side through her towel in a disturbingly pleasing caress.

This was no genjutsu.

Sakura pressed both hands against Itachi's bare, muscled chest. She gasped at the contact of his warm skin, feeling his strong heartbeat beneath her fingers.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

The velvet of his silky voice was electrifying. "I believe my job is to distract you, kunoichi, while my partner steals his sword back." His eyes shone with mischief and her jaw dropped in alarm.

Sakura's fingers flinched over the hard, smooth, pale skin. Itachi's knees slid between her legs and he pressed his body closer to hers. When she felt his thighs press against her towel-clad ones and the noticeable evidence of his arousal there, she nearly swallowed her own tongue from shock.

"How am I doing, kunoichi?" he purred near her ear, making her shiver.

Behind them, a too-familiar voice sneered, "Itachi!"

Itachi smiled wickedly at Sakura and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Summen, otouto. I'm afraid I can't play with you today." One arm slipped around Sakura's waist and arched her closer to him before his hand slid down over her bottom, grinding her into himself and making her yelp in surprise—he never even glanced at his glaring, younger brother standing on the other side of the pool.

"As you can see, I'm on a seduction mission."

Sakura's eyes grew as large as saucers and she screamed one word, just before she and Itachi disappeared.

"Sasuke-kun!"

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Omai-means 'you' but not in a nice way, more like-you asshole.

Oshichiya-baby naming ceremony—done on the seventh day after the child's birth.

A/N-Hmm, well, this is the first installment of the sequel you requested. I really didn't think that many people would want a sequel to WD&WD one-shot which is now the first chapter. Thanks for your patience. I was very pleasantly surprised by all the nice reviews, so I've done my best. What do you think?