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Chapter 2

~Follow the Leader~

The door cracked open and light surged into the dark room. Sakura narrowed her eyes in reflex because the light came too suddenly. "Who's there?" She was irritated. The sudden burst in of light somehow pissed her off for some reason.

"It's me," A white rose made of paper peaked into the doorframe, "They're ready for briefing…" Konan spoke quietly outside.

"Aa," Sakura calmed down. She ran a hand down her long pink locks before standing up. Her Katana gripping tightly in hand, she walked towards her mirror, "I'll be there,"

Konan's eyes watched her move across her room. She took this opportunity to see what was inside Sakura's room. She had a single bed, a desk—it was a normal room, save for the eeriness. Her eyes traveled across to where Sakura came from and noticed the carved writings on the wall.

"Sakura," for some reason, Sakura allowed Konan to call her by her first name while Zetsu wasn't, "What did you do to your wall?"

"Just," She stared her own reflection, "a reminder note, is all."

Konan did not press on. Instead, she cautiously stepped into the room, "Will you be coming?"

"You go ahead," Her voice was calmer, more relaxed than when Konan first peeked into the room, "I think I'll get rid of my Konoha nin clothes. They're getting…old." She couldn't hide the lump in her throat as she paused.

Konan took one long look before shutting the door. Out in the doorway, she stared at the door, "Old? Why do you lie to yourself?" Blue gray eyes turned away as she walked down the hall and into the summoning room.

Sakura stood in front of her mirror. Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders and curved at the edge of her bottom. She examined her attire: her usual maroon vest, dark tights, a skirt over them to add femininity, boot-like shinobi sandals, and her katana in her hands. Somehow, it looked…not right. Something about her outfit just seemed wrong—like it didn't fit. She scowled, dissatisfied with herself. "Hmph…"

Unzipping her maroon vest, she began taking off her clothes until she stood stark naked in front of her mirror. Her skin was white. It was a wonder how it did not pale with her eyes. Her breasts, freed from her kunoichi bra, had grown despite being held down by bindings all the time. They weren't as flat as they used to be. If measured, they were probably somewhere between a B or C cup. Her waist curved into a perfect hourglass shape—shaped and carved by her numerous fighting and training as she had the hint of underlying abs. Her legs were firm and strong; they were just right if she needed to kick something hard—or grip something tight.

In all her nudity, she turned and walked towards her bed and folded her old clothes. Slowly, she caressed each article of clothing as if she were bidding goodbye to them. Taking the stack of clothes, she walked towards her dresser and pulled the lower drawer. She grabbed her folded clothes and pushed them into the deepest creases of her drawer. As she pushed the drawer to a close, she pulled the one on top of it. The upper drawer contained a new set of clothes. Set-by-set, she took them out and laid them on the bed before putting them on one by one.

Moments later, Sakura stood by the mirror staring at her new attire. She wore a maroon Chinese-like dress with a diamond hole where her cleavage was. However, where her cleavage was supposed to be exposed kept its decency by having a very light translucent fabric over it.

She smirked at the suggestiveness of the upper half of her outfit. Her top was cut just where her breasts ended and was continued by a net-like fabric mesh. The mesh was a translucent black that showed enough of her hardened naval. Her sleeves did not begin where sleeves normally began. Instead, they began a little above her elbow and ended at her wrists leaving her upper arm bare. She wore the same leather gloves as the only piece of clothing that came from her old attire. On each arm, where there were no sleeves, she wore armbands that were a metallic black in color.

Her skirt was the same shade of maroon as her top. Its length stopped halfway her thighs where black fishnet stockings took over covering skin. The hemming of her short skirt was trimmed with black lace. And, in the middle of her skirt, the Haruno symbol, the circle, was printed in black. For her footwear, she wore leather boots that hugged her ankles and reached her knees.

Sakura stared at her new image in the mirror. There was something missing—ah, yes, she remembered. She walked towards her dresser and grabbed the ninja headband, an unfortunate reminder as she was the only living shinobi who wore such a headband, which sat on top of it. She tied it up like she usually did, on her head like a headband. With a smirk on, she grabbed her katana, left the room and headed for the summoning room.

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"Where is she?" Nagato asked as he sat on the couch Zetsu brought in by Nagato's order. The rest stood around him.

"She's getting changed," Konan answered in her little corner.

"She needs to get pretty just to brief us? How unprofessional…" Nagato complained.

Konan scoffed silently. But really, what was taking her so long?

Sakura's timing was impeccable. Just as Konan had wondered, the door swung open and Sakura, dressed in her new outfit, walked into the room with her Katana in her hand. "Pay attention, everyone." She demanded for attention—well she didn't need to ask for it because she had already gotten it when she walked into the room.

She strode across the room and sat on the couch. With her piercing gaze, she shooed away Nagato who stood and stepped aside though bitterly.

A whistle resounded throughout the room, "Oh I wouldn't mind having you for a leader," Hidan ogled her body up and down taking in each curve, dip and bulge of her body, "Fucking fine body…" He had a wide smirk on as he stared at her bosom area.

Sakura shot a glare at the silver aired man before she leaned back, "I'll take your hanging mouths as a compliment and have no offense to them, but at least put your eyes back in your heads and pay attention."

She crossed her legs earning a 'god damn' from Hidan. Ignoring his lustful remarks, She rolled her eyes and flipped her pink mane back then spoke in her lioness-like voice, "Right, so first of all, you should all be aware that I'm leader now." She watched the Akatsuki members' reactions from across the room, "And our goal is to kill Sasuke Uchiha." She twitched as she said his name. The damn name that she wanted so badly to get rid off.

"And why must we kill this, Sasuke Uchiha?" Nagato inquired with gray eyes staring intently into her emerald green ones.

"Hmph, does it matter what my reason is?" She avoided his gaze which confirmed that she was avoiding telling the reason. "Anyway, we're going to gather information first. But, to do that, we need funds which I assign Kakuzu to be in charge of, knowing your past record-"

"Naturally," Kakuzu remarked from his dark corner and cut off Sakura's talking.

Sakura leaned forward further exposing her cleavage through the hole in her top. Her movements and sudden exposure tensed up Hidan. Jashin, he could bang her at that moment. Lust filled his eyes as he gripped his scythe to contain himself. He didn't know how strong she was, but now wasn't the right time to find out.

"Which is why I'm sending Hidan and Kakuzu on a mission to gather some bounties."

Her announcement replaced lust with shock and anger as Hidan exclaimed, "WHAT THE—A fucking mission already?"

"Un," She nodded indifferent to his obvious fuming, "Oh and none of you are to wear your Akatsuki cloaks. You can choose whatever shinobi attire you want save for your Akatsuki cloak. Remember…the Akatsuki is no more."

Hidan scoffed and turned away. One minute, he wanted to fuck the girl and ride her till she screamed, moaned and thrashed beneath him. The next, he wanted to strangle her and hear her cry. Then Hidan got an idea. What if she did all that? Taking the mental image in his head he inwardly shivered. Oh Jashin now he really wanted to get her in his bed. NOW.

"And once we get information on his whereabouts we'll go to him then you can leave the killing to me." Sakura's teeth gnashed together at the thought of killing Sasuke.

Itachi watched Sakura's movements and features: her extremely long pink hair, hard built but lithe body structure, pale skin—she looked like a murderous doll. Her beauty, he would not deny it because she had lots of it, was like that of a porcelain doll and an exotic Amazon goddess mixed together to form Sakura Haruno.

But, what caught his attention, among all things that caught his attention, were her venomous eyes. It seemed to Itachi that everything she looked at would be pierced by her gaze, yet that was not the real reason he was sucked into her eyes. Her deadly green pair swam with so much anger…and sadness. He, in his entire life (including his current one), had only seen a pair most identical to Sakura's—and it was Sasuke's. Both their eyes were filled with murderous intent and a darkness that lingered, swirled and flowed in their irises. Their eyes contained Revenge.

"Can't you do this on your own?" Sasori asked. It was true, though. Gathering information only needed money if it were on a large scale, but getting information on one person, who apparently destroyed an entire village, was easy enough and often came cheap.

Sakura kept silent. It seems as if Sasori's question hit a place that she didn't expect to be hit.

"Ah," Deidara spoke with a smug smirk on his face, "I get it, un. You say your threats and all that, hmph. But, in truth, they're all bark and no bite, hmph."

Sakura rose from her seat and glared at Deidara, "It's not like that!" Her hair, in her fury, seemed to rise as if fire was spreading through it, "The only reason I need you all is because of Madara Uchiha!" Her eyes widened in realization. She had spilled. Taking a step back, she sunk down onto the couch and mentally beat herself.

"Madara Uchiha?" Nagato had his brows furrowed and so were Konan's except her eyes were filled with worry. "He's with Sasuke Uchiha?"

"Uchiha?" Kakuzu asked, "He's related to Itachi?" Green eyes turned to Itachi whose eyes looked to be steady but were actually on the verge of widening.

Itachi, upon hearing that scoundrel's name, felt his innards churn and shake with a seething anger he had long forgotten. His fists clenched within his Akatsuki cloak and his lip silently trembled with a suppressed heat in his chest.

"So we're dealing with Uchihas, yeah?" Deidara had a wide smirk on. He never liked the high and mighty Uchihas. One reason was because the elder Uchiha who stood a few meters from him had defeated Deidara and brought him to the Akatsuki. The other reason was the fact that the younger Uchiha had killed Deidara in combat, "What's with your clan, yeah?"

Sakura slapped her huge forehead. Oh kami She let her anger get to her and spilled words she didn't need to say. A little disappointed with herself, she sighed and stood up. Evne if it were simply a small amount of information, it was still unneeded to be said information. For a little while, she had let guard down and weakened her defenses, but it taught her to be wary at all times especially around the Akatsuki. "Alright alright, yes Madara Uchiha ancestor of the Uchiha clan is alive. Yes, Sasuke is with him now can we fucking get back to topic?" A vein her head throbbed and their asking questions weren't helping.

The Akatsuki hushed down with Sakura's boiling anger evident from her cursing.

"So," She was beyond annoyed and just wanted to get this over with, "Information first. Use all your available resources to get information." With narrowed eyes at an empty space, she turned on her heel and walked out of the door.

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Sakura stood gazing out the Akatsuki base window. Her once dangerous green eyes were softened into molded jade. Alone, she breathed a sigh.

"NARUTO!" Sakura caught Naruto as he fell onto the ground. The sky rumbled with a foreboding rainfall that went unnoticed by the pink haired kunoichi. His red chakra shriveled and seethed away as red liquid took place of red chakra.

Sakura trembled as she glanced down at the blood pooling on the ground. Her green eyes, wide with horror, watched his blue eyes tremble. "Sa…kura…Chan…" He muttered, his lips trying his best to smile, "I'm…" He coughed blood, "Sorry…I couldn't…keep…my promise…"

Sakura felt tears pour from her eyes. She shook her head as she held his hand in hers, "No, Naruto kun, you can still keep it. There's always next time, ne?"

Naruto managed to give his sheepish smile despite the numbness in his body, "Aa…maybe…"

"No, not maybe! Naruto, stay with me..." She felt her lip quiver as Naruto's body began limping. She let out green chakra from her hands and pressed it close to Naruto. Her tears cascaded down her face.

"Sa…kura chan…It's…cold…"

"NO NARUTO! C'mon Naruto! Stay with me! We'll eat ramen together! I'll—I'll go on a date with you, just please stay with me Naruto!"

"Mm…Ramen…Don't worry Sakura chan…I just feel tired…I just need to…rest…" His eyes began lidding shut, "just…for a little…while…"

"Naruto! Naruto! NARUTO! NARUTO! NO!"

Sakura slammed the windowpane, forming small cracks on the surface.

"Back from your thoughts?"

Startled, Sakura whipped around to find Itachi staring at her with those charcoal gray eyes of his. His gaze enraptured her. They were like endless space—unfathomable oblivion—and it sucked Sakura into them. Closer and closer, his eyes drew near her. It was only when she took a subconscious step back did she realize that Itachi was walking towards her. His gait was graceful, slender, and calm. He, in all aspects, was like a gentleman. It was hard to believe that someone so...elegant…could be an S-class criminal or a murderer.

But no matter how breathtaking he was, she had to keep her cold demeanor on at all times. "What do you want, Itachi?"

"Why do you want to kill Sasuke so badly?" He was blunt. Despite his cordial appearance, his mouth needed softening.

"Why does it matter to you?" Sakura was sick and tired of this man. The more she looked at him, the sicker she felt. She hated him, his rigid skin, his well-built body, his silky raven hair and his eyes—especially his onyx eyes that was so similar to the one she hated the most.

"He is my otouotou,"

Sakura scoffed, "You call him your brother when you also want to kill him?"

Itachi didn't say anything. He kept his onyx eyes set on her, unmoving…and unnerving.

"Hmph, well whatever."

"You still haven't answered me,"

Sakura, her temper steadily increasing, lifted a fist at him, "Fucking ask one more time, and I'll kill you."

In a split second, Sakura found herself in a predicament. She could feel the glass press against her bare shoulder, but she paid no attention to the cold glass. Her attention was fixed on Itachi who had pinned her arms with his against the windowpane, his breath tickling her ear, "You can't kill me…" Itachi whispered huskily into her ear, "besides, I'm already dead to everyone." Itachi pulled away so his now scarlet eyes could stare into her jaded ones.

Sakura felt her breath hitch the moment she felt his warm breath on her ear and neck. Chills ran down her back as Itachi's grip on her wrists tightened. She struggled, unable to use her brute strength to push away Itachi. Why? Why was he so damn captivating? A single look from him sucked all the strength from her.

He smirked, "What's wrong? Where's your inhuman strength now?" His tomoe began swirling, "You may be known as the strongest kunoichi, but that was before the Akatsuki were brought back to life. You should be wary of your own strength now that we're back," He warned her.

"Your Sharingan doesn't scare me," Sakura taunted keeping her eyes fixed on his, "You've lost your Mangekyou abilities. You can only copy and re-use techniques now." She held her ground, making sure to hide all signs of fear, weakness, or wincing—if any.

Itachi pulled back a little, "So you're aware?" He scoffed.

"I'm not stupid. I gathered information about the mangekyou."

"How perceptive of you…" He let her go, propping her up so she could stand straight. But, he and she kept their eyes fixed on one another.

"But even if I knew that, I still brought you back to life. Do you know why?"

He smirked, "You want more information?" Oh she was cunning. She had turned the tables around so quickly and smoothly that he hadn't noticed she already had the upper hand of the situation.

Sakura smirked backed at him, side-stepping slowly to give herself some space, "Yes. And you will give it to me." She demanded.

Itachi grunted and turned on his heel to walk down the hall. He was impassive. Did it matter if he told her about its secrets? Did it matter if she killed his brother? Did anything Itachi Uchiha do matter? He was dead in the eyes of everyone.

"After all," Sakura continued watching his retreating figure, "We both want the same thing, and that's Sasuke Uchiha dead."

Itachi stopped in his tracks. A long pause filled the hollowed halls that contained only him and Sakura, "We both want the same thing…But it's not Sasuke dead." With that, he continued walking and disappeared as he turned down the hall.

Sakura stood there dumbfounded. What did he mean they wanted the same thing but it wasn't Sasuke dead? How could Sakura not want Sasuke dead? He was the reason this all began. If he hadn't left for Orochimaru years ago, they'd be slurping down Ramen at Ichiraku's as team 7! Sasuke destroyed all happiness in everything Sakura had, did and wanted. He had taken everything from her…everything.

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Sakura sighed, feeling her neck. She still remembered the way Sasuke bit at her neck and the way he grabbed her hair. She remembered him being inside of her, wiggling and dangerously growing.

She remembered the pleasure.

She remembered the pain.

She remembered the hate.

She remembered…everything.

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-So yeah my first lemon? XD And it was rape how sadistic xD

-Er I'm not very good with lemons, it's my first after all so if I left out details or the scene was confusing you know why. =D

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