A/N: Le gasp! Look who's back from the dead! Well, actually, more like finally woke up from a coma and smelled the bacon. Who doesn't love bacon? No offense to vegetarians or vegans or anyone of the like. Bacon's awesome! It's been over a year since my last update, so to write this chapter I had to read everything over. I totally forgot everything that happened! Because of the huge gap between chapters (well, this gap isn't as big as the one between chapter 2 and 3) there might be a slight disturbance in the flow of the the chapters, and a slight change in writing style. But anyways, let's cut the chit chat and go right to the chapter!


Sakura sighed.

Uchihas will be the death of her.

She was doing her rounds at the hospital when she thought of the two brothers that just drove her crazy. One was a cruel, emo traitor while the other was a caring yet really dangerous traitor. Guess one thing ran through the family. Traitorism.

Both traitors, yet both were now back inside the Konoha walls.

"Ne, Sakura-sensei, is something wrong? Am I dying?!"

Sakura blinked in surprise and quickly calmed the non-terminal patient down. "No no no, Kitayama-san. There is nothing wrong. You'll be out of the hospital by tonight."

"Whew, you scared me there, Sakura-sensei. You did this really long sigh and frowned at the clipboard so I thought you were trying to think of a way to break the news to me–the bad news," the kind elderly woman rambled.

Sakura smiled disarmingly. "My apologies. I just have a lot on my mind."

A mischievous look overtook the panicked look in elderly woman's eyes. "Ah, I know what it is."

Sakura raised an eyebrow and decided to humor the woman. "Really, Kitayama-san? Is is that obvious?"

"Of course it is! A fine little thing like you." Her point was emphasized by a playful slap to Sakura's bottom. "Guy problems, isn't it?"

Still recovering from the shock of having her butt smacked, Sakura laughed awkwardly before replying. "Well, I guess you can call it that." She hooked some stray hair behind her ear. "Actually, it's two guys."

"Ah! That reminds me of my youth! I was such a beauty." The woman had a reminiscent visage until it turned bitter. "Not this saggy crap I have now." She held out her arms and wiggled them to emphasize her point. "Boys used to chase me around everywhere."

Not really wanting to hear the story for the fifth time, Sakura quickly finished her visit and excused herself. Seriously, that old woman couldn't leave her past behind. She talked about it every time Sakura came by to check up on her. But luckily, she was finally being discharged tonight, having been in the hospital for a bout of exhaustion.

Sakura quickly finished up her rounds and returned to her office only to get a nasty surprise. Sitting in her fancy, black leather chair was one of the traitors. The one who broke her heart time and time again. She'll never trust him ever again. She still didn't know why she gave him another chance the other day. She thought he had changed. But she was wrong. Oh, how horribly mistaken she was.

Ignoring her unwanted visitor, Sakura looked through the IN files that were on her door. She had a few surgeries the next day, but nothing major. She had a couple sign-offs that she quickly filled out and put into the OUT shelf on her door.

She slipped off her white doctor's coat and hung it up on the coat hanger in the corner. Trying her best not to have her back to him or to look at him, she looked through the folders on her desk and signed off the complete ones while gathering the incomplete ones to bring home.

Sakura turned to leave and almost wanted him to reach out and stop her when she thought about what happened between them a few days ago. She tried to suppress the shudder that didn't fail to run down her back. She didn't want to be anywhere near him. She wanted Itachi.

And as if Sasuke read her mind, he growled.

Sakura froze in her step. Did she say that out loud?

"Where is he?"

Oops. Seems like she did. Taking a deep breath, Sakura schooled her face into a nonchalant expression before turning towards him and looking him in the eye. "Who?"

"Itachi. Where is he?" he demanded.

"I don't know what you're talking about." With that, Sakura defiantly turned on her heel and continued on her way out, until Sasuke flashed in front of her. Sakura immediately looked away from his eyes, his deadly Sharingan had flames dancing in them. He was out for blood.

She tried to walk around him when he caught her wrist in a painfully tight hold. Well, now she got her wish. And she regretted every bit of it. Hiding a wince, she tried to free her arm from his vice grip. "Let go of me."

"No. Not until you tell me."

"There is nothing to tell you." With one firm yank, she freed her wrist and quickly brushed past him. Sakura felt her eyes tearing up; whether it was from the pain or the fear, she did not know. Not looking back at him even once, Sakura held her head up as high as she could and kept her walk as confident as possible.

The pulsating pain in her wrist started to subside as she left the hospital and made her way through the streets. Having bought enough food for two days yesterday, she skipped her usual trip to the market and quickly raced home. Not even caring about the presence following her, she entered her building and flew up the ten flights of stairs.

She couldn't open the door fast enough. She fumbled as the keys fell out of her hands. He was watching her. She knew it.

He was hiding right around the corner, waiting for her to collapse. He was waiting to move-in for the disabling blow. He was waiting for her to be weak.

She could feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of her face. She couldn't take this. What vexed her was the why. Why was he doing this? Oh yeah, she was stupid and blurted out something that was akin to her knowing the whereabouts of the one man that he dedicated his life to kill. No. It wasn't that why. It was the why was she acting like this? She was stronger than this. She was strong enough to push him away and keep him away when he returned to the village. She was strong enough to live in the same building as him. She was strong enough to spite him by helping his brother.

She was stronger than this, so why was she acting like this? Oh yeah, he broke her down a few days ago. He crumbled her resolve. He destroyed it.

She was tempted to just break down right outside of her safe haven but the door opened and she was pulled in. Sakura buried her face into the strong chest she hid her face in and she wrapped her arms tightly around it.

Sakura had been avoiding telling Itachi what happened to her a few days ago, but now it seemed like she had no other choice. He was bound to force it out of her now.

For what seemed like forever, he just held her as she calmed down. They said nothing as his mere presence acted like her knight in shining armor. Psh. More like her shinobi with thousands of deadly jutsus in his arsenal. Yeah, that was more like it.

Sakura pushed away from him and furiously wiped at her eyes, trying her best to cover up something he already knew.

"Sakura." She froze. "What happened?"

Grimacing, she made a pathetic attempt at lying. "Nothing. Nothing at all." She smiled up at him. He could see it though, how broken it was.

Sakura sniffled and wrinkled her nose at how disgusting it sounded. She needed tissue. Now. Making her way to the bathroom, she made sure to shut and lock the door behind her to prevent Itachi from following in after her and cornering her into telling the obvious truth.

After going through about half of the roll of toilet paper and making the most ridiculous sounds as she cleared her nose of all the dislodged snot, she leaned against the sink to look at her ugly reflection. Noting the horrible swelling around her red eyes, the abused look of her thoroughly blown nose, and the overall state of disaster, she decided she needed a bubble bath and pronto.

Not even caring about the fact that Itachi was probably standing outside the door, waiting for her to finally open it, she started up a bath. She scoffed to herself. He could probably pick the lock in less than a second. After the bath was filled up, she added a liberal amount of jasmine bath salts. Stripping out of her work clothes, Sakura slowly lowered herself into the scalding hot, aromatic bath.

Ahhh, she really needed this. The best idea ever.


Okay...that was a stupidest idea ever. Sure, a relaxing bath was a good idea but not when you had a habit of falling asleep after balling your eyes out.

Yup, definitely not a good idea.

And that was how Sakura woke up, shivering her ass off in a tub full of cold water. Not relaxing anymore now, huh.

She unplugged the tub and waited for the water to drain away before starting up a hot shower.

After finally getting her relaxing hot shower, Sakura wrapped a towel around herself and walked out of the bathroom. Intent on getting a clean set of clothes she missed the figure sitting right outside the bathroom door. It was only after she had dressed and was making her way towards the kitchen did she notice Itachi sitting there.

She tilted her head to the side. Was he asleep?

Sakura went down on her haunches and peeked under his bangs. She suppressed a small giggle when she saw that he was indeed catching some z's. He must've fallen asleep while waiting for her to finish her pity party. She frowned to herself. It wasn't a pity party, it was a cold, hate party. She nodded to herself. Yes, it was a hate party.

Deciding not to get all heated up about it again, she went back to admiring Itachi pretty sleeping face. Shhh, don't tell him that she called him pretty, it would be too big of a blow to his ego. He'd rather be called handsome. Letting out a small laugh, she ran her finger down his cheeks and held her breath when he fidgeted and shook her finger off. She let go of her breath when he didn't wake.

Clasping her hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds of her giggles, Sakura stood back up and went to fetch the fleece that was on the sofa. She came back and draped it over him. Content that he looked comfy enough, Sakura set out to make dinner.

Feeling a bit lazy and a bit drained from her pit–hate party in the bathroom, Sakura just made a simple meal of onigiri and miso soup. Satisfied with the taste of the soup, she set the table and tiptoed over to Itachi's slumped over form. He was sitting against the wall adjacent to the bathroom door with one leg stretched out, the other pulled up, and his arms crossed. She winced at the angle his neck was at and thought of how she should've gotten him a pillow or something. But oh well, too late for that.

She crouched down and once again admired his peaceful sleeping face. No one would ever think that such a beautiful face could ever be the face of a dangerous murderer. No, they'd think it belonged to a godsend angel. She sighed. But everyone knew that to be far, far from the truth.

But then again, what was the truth?

Itachi must've had a really good reason for doing what he did. Sakura wondered what it was.

Resting her head on her hand, she ran her finger over his cheeks again, but this time, she didn't shy away when he started flinching. She smiled when he started waking up. You'd think that him being a deadly ninja, he'd wake up at the slightest disturbance. But that showed how much he trusted her, he let down all of his defenses. He felt safe here. He felt safe with her.

She had to hold her squeal in when she realized just how adorable he was when he was waking up! Shh, don't tell him that either.

He slowly blinked away the sleep in his eyes. Sakura could see his eyes coming into focus. He raised his arms above his head and stretched, causing the fleece to slip and pool on his lap. He looked down at it before looking around. A small smile spread on his face when he saw Sakura, looking much fresher and happier than when he rescued her.

He gently held her chin and guided her lips to his as he leaned in for a kiss. Sakura's eyes fluttered closed as she let him do his magic. His touch was magic. It did beautiful things to her whole being.

She slowly opened her eyes when she felt him pull away. Seeing the question in his eyes, she gave him a sad smile. "After dinner." Sakura took his hand and led him to the dining room.

Dinner was a small affair as they quietly munched on their rice balls and sipped their soup. Cleaning up was no different than any other day. She washed the dishes while he dried them and put them away.

She led him to her–their–room. She sat him down on the bed and checked over his eyes to try and stall for a bit. She dreaded the moment he asked the question.

"Everything's healing up just fine. Just a few more days before you're completely migraine-free." She was sure that he was happy to hear that. The migraines had started to lessen a few days ago, but they were still too frequent for normal function and way too frequent for a shinobi.

She said nothing when he took her hand from his temple and when he kissed her palm.

"What happened?" He whispered, afraid that if he spoke any louder, he'd scare her away. He pulled her closer when she tried to take a step back.

"Sasuke," she muttered.

"What did he do?" His hold on her hand tightened the slightest bit.

"He-," she faltered. She was scared to think about it. If she thought about it, then that would affirm that it actually happened.

"Shh, shh, it's okay," Itachi cooed as he wiped away the lone tear that slid down her cheek. She hadn't even noticed that she was crying–again. "What did he do?"

"He tried to-," she whimpered. "He tried to touch me."

Itachi's grip noticeably tightened around her hand. "Where?" he growled.

Sakura shrunk away from him. He probably didn't notice that his Sharingan had flared to life. She tore her eyes away. She couldn't look into them. They'd capture her again.

Finally realizing that he was the one causing her to react like that, he tried his best to reign in his anger and to turn his terrifying eyes off. After taking a few deep breaths to make sure that he had everything under control, he reached out for her. It hurt him to see her flinch and shy away from him.

"Sorry," he murmured. "Sorry, I didn't mean to." He probably reminded her of what Sasuke did. He cursed under his breath. "I'm not Sasuke."

Looking through her bangs, Sakura hesitantly looked for Itachi in the image of Sasuke that had flashed before her eyes. She looked for the bigger differences, the longer hair, the deeper lines on his face, the maturer air around him. Then she looked for the more subtle differences, the slight curve of the eyebrow, the slightly darker tone to his skin, the broader shoulders. This was Itachi. Not Sasuke.

Sakura tentatively closed the distance between them, ready to jump back at any sudden movement. She held her hand up to his face. This was Itachi. Not Sasuke.

"I'm sorry," he whispered against her tummy. "I'm sorry."

Sakura held him closer to her and shook her head even though she knew he wasn't looking. But she knew he could feel it. It wasn't his fault. It was his foolish little brother's.

Peeking up at her, looking through the valley between her breasts, he tried again. "What happened?"

She took a deep breath before slowly started to explain to him what happened. If she spoke any faster , she'd just fall apart faster. "He–he wanted me to help him resurrect the clan with him. No. No, he didn't ask. He ordered."

Sakura ran her hands through Itachi's hair to help calm the both of them down. His temper was starting to rise while she was starting to fall apart. "He tried–he tried to touch me. He kissed me. I didn't like it. Not at all. I felt disgusted. He tried to force himself on me."

Itachi hid his face in her tummy. He didn't want to know what he looked like right now. He knew that he'd scare Sakura way again. He didn't want that.

"If–if Naruto hadn't come in, if he hadn't barged in," Sakura laughed a little as she found a bit of humor in the otherwise scary situation. "Then Sasuke would've gotten further."

"I ran out after that. I ran home. I ran to you." Sakura smiled down at him. She pulled away a bit to tilt his chin up. She could see the frustration and the anger on his face. But she could also see the bit of pride and affection that got pass.

"I avoided him-."

"And me," Itachi added.

She let out a humorless chuckle. "And you, like the plague for the next few days. Then, this morning, Sasuke found me." She raised her eyebrow at her own words. "Well, it isn't that hard to find me. I'm either with shishou, at the hospital, or at home. Maybe I should've made it at least a bit harder."

Itachi chuckled. Trust Sakura to contradict her own statement.

"Well, he found me today at the hospital." Her mood picked up a bit after her little joke. And then it plummeted right back down next to angry. "That bastard thought he could intercept me. He thought he could intimidate me into being his mindless baby-maker." She ground her teeth. "I'll never be anyone's baby-making machine."

"He tried to corner me. But I ran," Sakura said, matter-of-factly. "He followed me all the way back back. Well, he didn't really follow me, he could've just been going home." She rolled her eyes at herself. "Maybe I was just a little paranoid, but I swear I felt his eyes on my every move."

Itachi's eyes narrowed. It was possible that Sasuke was stalking Sakura like a predator would stalk its prey.

"Well, you know the rest. I almost broke down right outside the door. But thankfully, you pulled me in before I could make a fool of myself." She peered down at him with bright eyes. "You saved me. From him and from myself."

Itachi pulled her in for a deep kiss.

Sakura kneeled on the bed and straddled him. He slowly laid down on the bed and pulled her down with him. Bracing herself on her forearms, Sakura absolutely ravaged his mouth. Her eyes were closed until she remembered one important fact and they popped open. She pulled away and waited for him to open his eyes before sheepishly saying, "I might've let slip that I knew where you were..."

If she was Hinata, she would've pushed her pointers together and blushed so red that a tomato would be jealous. No! So red that a beet would be jealous. No tomatoes. Sasuke liked tomatoes. She didn't want to be anything he liked. She didn't want to encourage him.

Itachi sighed as he thought of the possible chaos that'd ensue if Sasuke or anyone knew where he was. He looked up at his lover and shook his head like a disappointed but yielding parent. She just loved to cause trouble, didn't she?

"We'll deal with that later. Right now-" Sakura squeaked when she suddenly found herself under Itachi instead of over him. "-we need to address this problem."

Sakura cocked her head. What problem?

Itachi leaned down and left a trail of butterfly kisses down her neck. "Where did he touch you?" Enunciating each word with a kiss. "I need to purify his foul touch."

Sakura giggled and blushed. Itachi could be so cheesy sometimes. But she didn't complain and brought her wrist to his lips.

It was going to be a long night. Itachi'll probably try and up his brother one. And Sakura wasn't planning to stop him.


A/N: Ooo, look who's made it to the bottom! Hope you liked it! And I hope there wasn't that much of a difference in the feeling between the chapters.

For those who're following Restrained Wants, you're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing updating this one instead. Well, let me tell you, my dear readers, I needed little practice before writing the important finale to my vampiric fic. I haven't flexed my writing prowess in what seemed like forever so I needed to get back on my feet with a lighter story. How is this a lighter story, you might ask? It's not full of angst! That's how! Ha ha ha, I laugh to myself. You might see it out sometime soon, the big finale XD!

Well, for those who have no idea what I'm talking about, then just forget it. Lol, don't know when the next chapter for this story is going to come out. The near future? Possibly, now that I've stretched all my writing goodies out. The far future? Also possible, since I'm planning to wrap up Restrained Wants and Double Personality sometime soon. Either way, I hope you stop by for the next chapter! It'll probably be the last. This started out as a oneshot and due to readers' demand, I expanded it. From the beginning, I was only planning a few chapters, like five or something, so the next one will most likely be the last. =)

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