Here is chapter three. Please leave a review.

No one would deny it, there was an unquenchable awkwardness that hung heavy over the heads of the quiet nins. Sakura felt it the most as she hesitantly slipped the key into the lock of their 'Honeymoon' suite. After twisting it quickly, she swung the door open, only to want to shut it once more.

The room was decorated with pictures of barren trees in black white. There seemed to be only one bathroom, which was to the right of the kunoichi's hip. In the middle on the room, straight ahead of them sat a king-sized bed with red, silk blankets and matching pillow covers.

'Kuso, my plan back fired big time!' the frozen girl thought in frustration. Itachi placed himself beside her, walking past her and into the room. Sakura followed suit, closing the door behind her as she entered.

"Hm...what side of the bed do you want?" Itachi asked. Sakura didn't bother to look at him, walking into the bathroom to investigate the situation. "It doesn't matter."

She noticed, as she walked into the room, that the S-ranked nin sunk unto the inviting bed, his eyes closed. What she failed to notice, Sakura rediscovered as she paced into the other room, her usual calm eyes widening. The Uchiha was laying on the bed with his hands crossed over his BARE chest. His hair hung down on his shoulders rather than it's usual ponytail, like it would any other day.

"It's rude to stare, you know?"

"AH!"

Sakura screamed as Itachi spoke, bringing her out of her dazed trance. He sat up, staring at her with a blank face; confusion flickered in his eyes.

She noticed this, and quickly came up with a convincing lie, "I've never seen you with your hair down."

"Hn."

The grunt annoyed the pink haired girl suddenly, though she didn't know why. She could feel a pulsing heat growing her stomach, bringing anger unto her face.

"Don't do that again," she whispered, a growl in her tone. "It annoys me. Sasuke used to do that all time when I was still convinced I was madly in love with him. That grunt makes me think of my old self."

Itachi's eyes, she noticed, darkened as she whispered his brothers name. Automatically, she wished she never had said a single word at all.

"My brother, huh? The traitor of Konoha."

"Yeah, and you're one to talk?"

"..."

"My point exactly," Sakura said with a smirk. She crossed her arms, looking at him quietly. Itachi lowered his head, looking down at his hands. "You don't know what you're saying Sakura. Watch that tongue of yours."

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower. Okay?"

He didn't reply; she knew he wouldn't so, she stomped off into the bathroom. The emerald eyed girl stripped the clothes from her body, the smell of sweat, blood, and rain on her now. Sakura let out a tired sigh, turning to look at herself in a mirror that hung on the bathroom door.

The young woman studied her body carefully, checking herself for any serious cuts and bruises. Finding nothing, she re- focused her attention on the shower that awaited her.

Frustration made his head pound as he watched her stomp off, the door slamming loudly. He listened to her tired sigh, and allowed himself to sigh as well.

Losing interest in the girl, Itachi laid down once again, chanting a mantra of hand signs to himself. He hoped that he would become so focused with it, the headache would stop all at once.

'It's been awhile...'

In his years with the Akatsuki, he had never once felt the undying need of a woman's touch as much as he did now. He couldn't explain the yearning need to touch that young girl's cheeks; to protect her from the evils of the world.

The idea, he had thought, was not possible anymore. He wasn't made to fall for someone so easily, actually, he couldn't be that way. The Uchiha had murdered some many; he had hurt too many to be capable to love.

Love...

The word rung his head, interrupting his mantra of hand signs, making his brain pound once more. A chuckle fell from his throat.

"Love is an impossible idea for me."

But, the idea didn't leave his mind and wasn't going to leave his mind for awhile. Itachi quietly thought, ignoring the ache in his head now, and succumbed to the call of sleep.

A moan of satisfaction slipped past her teeth, as she scrubbed at the caked on dirt that was on her thighs. Sakura, never once in her life, had loved taking a shower as much as she had just now. The water had faded into a icy cold that made her shiver as it grazed her chest.

The strong-willed kunoichi turned the showed off; stepping out into the lukewarm room, grabbing a white hotel towel. "That was well needed!" she exclaimed with a tiny giggle.

Drying herself off, she listened for any traces of sound outside of the door. She could hear light breathing, probably meaning the man had fallen asleep.

'This could be my chance!' Sakura thought with a smile. 'I can finally kill Itachi and escape.'

As she thought this, there was a soft pain in her heart that annoyed her. Ignoring it, the young woman quickly dressed in her old clothes in disgust, feeling for the hidden kunai in the pocket she had sewed into dress before her first assassination mission. Her breathing became erratic as Sakura opened the door, creeping into the bedroom and sneaking to Itachi's sleeping form.

Her jade eyes searched his face, looking to see if he was truly asleep. According to her search, the man was knocked out into a sleep. Relief rushed through her body; raising the kunai to Itachi's neck gently.

"This is the end, Uchiha Itachi..." she whispered under her steady breathing.

"I don't think so, Haruno."

A gasp escaped her mouth,and a fist came in contact with her stomach, forcing her to fly back into the wall. Her eyes snapped shut; her teeth clamping together as an agonizing pain erupted in her lower abdomen. It became harder for her to breath as she laid on the ground, gasping for air that was needed badly. "Whaa...?" she asked between her pants.

"That wasn't wise of you. I never let down my gaurd even when I am resting," Itachi scolded standing from the bed. "I thought you would be wise enough to know that by now."

Dozens of insults danced in her mouth, but nothing came from her mouth. At the moment, it was impossible for her to breath, let alone actually speak.

"You are foolish, Sakura," the red eyed man accused. He began to walk towards her, but paused after a moment. "Are you able to move?"

Her harsh breathing slowed after a moment. "I-I don't t-th-think so."

"I'll carry you to the bed, then."

"D-don't touch me," she hissed, venom dripping from her words. He ignored her, continuing to stalk towards her before picking her up gently. She was placed on the large bed, where she let out a little groan of pain when the bed came in contact with her stomach.

"I'll be back later, Haruno." Itachi announced grabbing his shirt and cloak. "I'm going to pick up some supplies for myself. And, if you'd like, I'll get you a more decent attire."

Sakura didn't respond--not because of the ache, simply because she was at a lost of words. The door shut with a quiet thud.

'...'

Nothing passed through her mind as she laid on the gentle bed. Her eyes were focused on the wall and only the wall. The silence of the room rung in her ears, and whispers from outside the inn seeped through the window behind her. The walls seemed to move in closer, and the room became darker then she thought it was.

"....What the hell just happened?" she asked the silent room. There was no reply, but the answer passed through her mind. Sakura began to chuckle after a moment, finally realizing her stupidity.

This wasn't right. She was a tool; a machine used to help others that needed her assistance. She couldn't be falling for a mass murderer! In fact, the idea of falling was quite impossible. The mask she wore in front of her captor wasn't her true face but, every once in awhile, the mask cracked and Sakura let herself out.

After being alone for so long, the numbness had filled her body completely and an actor was born. She had many faces; many different masks. The most common was the quiet and conservative Sakura, that walked around the village in a daze.

The one she wore now was her bold mask; it blocked out the real Sakura and made her become a smug, arrogant person.

Then, there was the broken mask that was always trying piece together Sakura's life. It also had the tendency to let out all the tears that were bottled up inside the mind.

The real Sakura was always smiling, and trying her hardest to push herself to the next limit. The real Sakura was rarely seen anymore due to the murder of her parents.

"Ugh, shut the fuck up brain! You're confusing me!"

Sakura scolded herself quietly and closed her eyes as a tired feeling passed through her body. She felt herself drifting into a well needed sleep, and finally relaxed her body. After a moment, the young kunoichi fell into a deep sleep.

Itachi opened the door, balancing the bags on one arm as he shoved himself into the inn room. He let the bags fall unto the ground as he closed the door, and locked it.

Upon him turning around, the black haired shinobi found that kunoichi had fallen asleep. His lips curved into a big smirk; he creeped to her side and grabbed the edge of the silk blanket. Gracefully, he draped the silk unto her body, chuckling as Sakura sighed.

Itachi turned once more, making his way back to the bags that were on the ground. His hand searched once bag, and withdrew a pink tank-top and some ripped jeans. He carried them over to a chair that was on the other side of the room, where he laid the clothes down.

Lazily, the Uchiha walked over to the other side of the bed that was not occupied by the sleeping girl; he slipped into the sheets and stared at the ceiling.

After ten minutes, the onyx eyed man succumbed to darkness once more.

Okay, so, it's not THAT long. Sorry, 'bout that. I was anxious to move unto my other story! XD I hope you enjoyed the chapter; it was a killer to write.

I'm on a writer's block everyone. In the Spring, I wish to audition for the Creative Writing program at my school. I need three stories completed. I have two of them and I need another, so, any suggestions?

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