Premonitions of a Dominatrix...
Authored By. BloodyRainDrops
Category: Action/Adventure/Romance
Chapter Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of the characters. It is solely owned by Masashi Kishimoto
Summary: Six Years. Six long years have past. Sakura, has worked hard to become a fine shinobi, and now that she has, more troubles just fly in her way. Her dreams, are one of them... Yes... One most might think to be pleasant and filled with ones desires is growing into a fear, but does it all have to do with being just a dream, or is something a little bit too real. Dealing with her past, and future, a woman's heart can only expand so much before it bursts...
--- means: Change in time and/or place
italics means: Written document, or remembrance of past happenings
'italics' means: inner person speaking/thoughts
"Quotations" means: Person/People speaking
Premonitions of a Dominatrix:
The time passed slowly, the girl stared aimlessly at the clock. Her clothes were battered and bloodied scars flustered her skin. She was home in her house, and all the familiar sounds comforted her. It was late in the day and it seemed that she hadn't moved for hours. Her stomach growled uneasily, forcing her to stand finally. A pained sigh left her lips, and blood trickled down from her back, the sign that a wound had reopened. She ignored it though and walked upstairs towards her bedroom.
It was dark and ghastly. It really looked as though she hadn't been there in years. She quickly groaned dismissively though and walked to her room. The door was open, funny really, because she always kept it closed. She must have forgotten when left a month ago, for she was such in a hurry. She walked in...
Her breathing was hitched, and her body tense. She felt it and it wasn't pleasant. Well at least at this moment it wasn't.
His presence stood right behind her. His hand touched her shoulder lightly, and his breath could be felt up upon her ear. "Sakura..."
His deep voice was familiar, she knew, but she was afraid. Afraid that if she turned around there would be no one there. Shivers ran down her back, and she jumped away suddenly, and began to run...
---
Shi: Hope Almost Lost
When all has caved in before you,
Without hope, you will never make it through...
A faint hue of violet painted the morning sky. Cloud cover shown the remains of a storm. Four men stood at the front of the gate waiting for their final member of their team.
"God dammit. Where is Kakashi when we need him?"
"Naruto quit being so impatient."
"Impatient?! We've been waiting thirty freaking minutes. Where the hell is that pervert?"
"I know. We should just leave without him."
All four men turned around to face the lazy form of Kakashi. He lazily raised his hand in greeting and mumbled a 'yo' and smiled beneath his deep mask.
"Kakashi-sensei. You are late!"
"Huh, oh, well then we better get going..." Kakashi stared ahead brightly completely ignoring the several glares he was receiving.
"Sigh, come on lets go."
The five men pulled their ANBU masks over their faces and in a flash, all were gone, leaving no trace of their presence behind.
---
"What the hell happened here?"
Staring through tight slits, the men gazed out at the crumbled remains of Orochimaru's citadel. The ground was caving in and the revolting odor of mold and feces polluted the air. Dried blood patches covered the area here and there, and a rotting body lay in the area near the demolished lair.
One of the ANBU wearing a mask resembling a wasp walked over to the body and carefully scanned it. Grabbing his wrist he checked for any sign of life in the body, but none was found. "He's dead."
"Who is it."
The man flipped the body over so it lay on its back, his eyes widening as he saw the face.
"Orochimaru's apprentice, the one who played as a konoha shinobi during the first chuunin exams six years ago…"
"Kabuto! It was Kabuto! He was defeated?"
"Yes. It seems it was a clean kill also, based on his remains it seems he had little time to react to the attacker or didn't put up a fight. In other words the person(s) who killed him, gave him no chance to even fight him."
"Who could have done this?"
"Neji, activate your Byakugan and scan the area." A man in a wolf shaped mask looked over to Neji, who was of course wearing a mask resembling an eagle.
"Right...byakugan..." The white eyes scanned the remains looking through the shattered glass and bent iron. "There..." Neji pointed over towards the back left of the building at a big pile of rubble.
A raccoon-masked man ran over and began to remove the rubble. He was near the bottom of the pile before he saw anything. "What?!"
"What is it?" Kakashi's familiar voice etched through his familiar canine-like mask.
"...Sensei..."
"Naruto, what is it?!"
Naruto slowly stood from his knees on the rubble, and turned towards his comrades. Though they couldn't see his face he was clearly sulking beneath the dark mask. "It, it's..." He raised the shiny object for all to see. The carved in image of the Konoha symbol gleamed in the sun, a sign of hope to Naruto.
"...Sakura's hitai-ate." Naruto took a step closer to his sensei to conform it. A lonely strand of pink hair hung from the top of the headband, shining like an angelic symbol.
Kakashi's eyes widened. "N-Neji... is there a second body anywhere under that rubble?"
Silence. Neji's head shifted to and fro, back and forth over the rubble, scanning intently. After several minutes, he shook his head in half relief, half disappointment.
"S-She could still be alive!" Naruto jumped ten feet in the air in excitement, but as quickly as he had jumped, he landed hunched over in depression. "But, what about Sasuke."
Kakashi stared at Naruto for a while, before closing his visible eye. "Come on; let's scan the surrounding area for any other evidence."
"Hai!"
The five men sprinted off into the surrounding forest, each determined to find something.
---
The sweet aroma of steaming tea, and fresh fruit drifted into the kunoichi's nose. She dizzily opened her eyes and stretched her limbs, all the while, searching around her prison room for any unwanted 'intruders.' When satisfied she smiled and turned to the area where the delightful smell drifted from.
On a brown tray was a small cup, presumably green tea, and next to it was a small bowl of mixed fruit cut into perfected squares. A small loaf of bread and a plate of butter was neatly placed next to it also.
Sakura's eyes widened. Never did she expect such... 'wholesome' food to be fed to her. She expected them to starve her to death or at least only feed her crumbs or something. She bit her lip in as she walked over to the tray and took in a big whiff of the food. 'Is it poisoned?'
"You better eat, or that wound won't heal..."
Startled, Sakura nearly jumped into the air. Turning around she gawked at the form of Itachi. She hadn't heard him come in, and for her to miss something like that; it was just plain unacceptable.
"D-Did you prepare this?... "
"Eat, and get dressed; you have half an hour. Be ready, and don't make me wait."
She watched at Itachi's strong form walked off towards the door. A few feet from the door he turned and looked back at the still startled Sakura before disappearing into the air.
She turned her gaze finally, back to the tray of food. She sighed and sat down in a stool near the desk, and began to eat.
---
After dressing in the oversized clothing she had found on the counter in the bathroom (she had no idea how it appeared there) and munching on the last bits of food on the tray she sat down on the bed to wait for Itachi. She had no idea why he wanted her to be ready, but she wasn't going to test it by not being ready for a second time.
Lately her body had been very sore and tired, but she had no idea why. She hadn't been in any real dangerous fights and the wounds she did receive from the fights she was in were minor and would heal quickly. Not only that though, but she was also stressing about Sasuke. She had no idea whether he was alive still or if Itachi had finished him. Sure Itachi said he was alive and in the room next to hers but could she trust his words? Could she trust a sadistic killer like Itachi? Of course not. He probably lied to her. But then again, why would he have and reason to lie? She didn't know, and it was killing her inside.
"Kunoichi..." A deep raspy voice etched through the air. Sakura dizzily looked up, and her eyes focused on the dark blue, scaly and gilled skin of Itachi's main partner.
"Can you not hear or what, girl?" He appeared next to her, bending over to reach her ear. His breath reeked of raw fish, and salt water, causing Sakura to dash back, more in repulse than in fright. Unluckily for her, the blue man wasn't going to let her get too far.
He grabbed the top of her mesh shirt and yanked her forward into the air. "What? Are you afraid...kunoichi..." Frail, cough-like laughter erupted from the akatsuki's husky throat. From behind him he pulled out a large wrapped sword. He swiped it towards her so it grazed down her back lightly. Cool blood trickled down hot flesh. Sakura unintentionally shivered in fright, earning even deeper laughter from him.
"Ha, you're weak. I don't know why Itachi doesn't just dispose of you trash." He seemed to be talking more to himself than to Sakura.
'Oh yea, we'll see about that.' Inwardly Sakura smirked. Gaining the courage she forced her arm back, but not far enough back to drowse any excess attention.
"Heh..."
If the man had eyebrows one of them would have lifted in question at that moment.
Sakura's fist slammed foreword, thrusting deeply into his stomach area. He lost his grip on her, dropping her to the floor as he flew, feet in the air, into the nearest wall.
"Not so weak, now am I?" An immodest smirk crossed her features gracefully, her arms crossed in humbleness.
Kisame stood, wiping the small drizzle of blood that hung from the corners of his mouth. "You chose the wrong person to mess with girl..." He snarled. In an instance he appeared behind Sakura. Searing pain filled every inch of her body, her spine was tingling in fear.
His husky laughing filled the air once more as the sword dug deeper into her flesh. Sakura hissed in pain; her mind was going blank and her vision blurry. She felt him remove his weapon from her hot flesh, and a stinging sensation filled her as the wound met open air. Her knees buckled against her and she fell to the ground, landing hard on her side with a thump.
"I usually don't like to bloody my sword, for weaklings such as yourself, but I find it worth it. Your blood is so tasty." Sakura managed to roll an eye to look up at Kisame. His large sword was near his lips, the prickled ends doused in blood. His long tongue darted out to taste the sweet crimson, followed by him licking his lips eagerly followed by more hysterical laughter.
She managed a disgruntled face before passing out.
---
A loud, squeaky whistle, called out through the morning air, mimicking that of a blue jays caw.
Four ANBU followed the screech, until they reached a certain, bear masked man.
"What'd you find?"
"Look..."
The four ANBU gathered round the crouched man, staring down at a grotesque corpse. It was molding, on the arms, which were apparently a charcoal black color. A faint sizzling sound emitted from it and was bubbling, the white skin caving in to the stomach, revealing the egregious, bug-eaten organs spilling over the sides.
"Much more gruesome death; seems like he put up a fight, but whomever killed him had little patience. It seems he fought two different people though, based on the scars and wounds. I don't know who was capable of killing Orochimaru, but whoever finished the job did it messily."
The four others stared wide-eyed at the gruesome mess. If any ordinary person were to see this, they would with no doubt vomit.
"Who, did this... and if Orochimaru is dead, where is Sasuke?!"
"Naruto, calm down..."
"How can I? When my two best friends are missing, and we can't find any trace of them!"
"-sigh- Come on, we have what were looking for, let's head back..."
"What!! Sensei! What about Sakura! What about Sasuke!"
"What about them..."
"We can't just go back, we have to find them!"
"Naruto, we have no official business to look for them. Our mission was just to inspect the area and to find out what happened here."
"But-"
"Naruto..." Kakashi sent a stern glare, which even Naruto noticed from behind the copy ninja's mask.
"..."
---
Her vision was blurry, and her head was stinging. Her body felt weary and weak, her skin pale from the blood loss.
"You awake, Sakura-san."
Sakura turned her gaze over at the far corner of her room. On the same stool he always seemed to be in, Itachi sat, his face stark and emotionless.
"...fine..." Her voice cracked and the wet of vomit lingered in a lump in her throat.
"Good...Then get up..."
"What?"
"Must I repeat myself?"
Sakura forced her aching back up and leaned upon the backboard. Her back still ached in striking pain, but she tried not to show it. If Itachi saw her in pain, he'd probably find her nothing but weak and kill her.
"Can you stand?"
Sakura bit her lip anxiously. "...Yes..."
Sakura managed to throw her legs over the edge of the bed and using all the strength in her arms she pushed the rest of her body to the edge along with them. It was odd actually, because she felt so drained and tired. When she normally was wounded she could still move easily if she avoided the pain and even use chakra, but today she felt completely at loss of chakra and weak. 'Avoid it Haruno, just forget about it. You're fine..." Biting her lip she attempted to push herself from the bed.
Her legs were wobbling and her arms shaking. Her feet weren't planted firmly against the ground and her head was spinning; she didn't even feel her knees buck under her as she began to fall.
She was mere inches from the ground, when she suddenly froze.
Letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, her eyes widened and she stared at the cold floor just beneath her. Slowly she raised her head, acknowledging for the first time that Itachi was holding her.
He was hunched over slightly, his arm wrapped neatly around her waist, as if she was casually holding a cup. His long cloak covered most of his face, and what wasn't covered in it was accented with the long, draping onyx locks. Bold crimson eyes glared down at her, grasping onto her every inch intensely.
"Pitiful." He leaned in closer and Sakura could feel the hard, well-toned muscles of his chest against her side. "Too bad I hold no pity…"
Sakura felt her body being flung over through the air, before landing not-so-nicely on Itachi's shoulder. In sudden panic, she began to flail around, but a small, yet painful pinch in her leg calmed her.
"Itachi...-san..."
"Don't worry; he won't attack you again...unless you keep us waiting..."
Sakura's eyes widened, and even though her face was on his back, it seemed as though Itachi felt her sudden surge of fear because an amused 'hmph' escaped his lips.
"W-Where are we going?"
Silence lingered, and just as Sakura had given up on receiving an answer he spoke.
"Someone is searching for you..."
Sakura gasped. "W-What?"
As if completely ignoring her enquiry he continued. "I didn't expect the kyuubi to be dumb enough to come out like this, nor did I think he'd be this close to our hideout. It's riveting"
"Naruto..."
Silence followed.
---
"Boy, stand..."
His body was bloody and basted. Deep lash wounds were embedded into his skin, his back stinging in pain. Dark orbs glared down on him, the whip in hand and ready to strike at any moment.
"I said stand!" A loud 'whoosh' was heard followed by the sound of heavy leather thrashing into skin. Hysterical chuckles emitted, followed by a second striking to the skin.
He hissed in pain, but kept his face stoic and unrevealing. Using as much of his power he could, he pushed himself up off the ground so he stood; he was hunching over in pain, but he still was standing.
"Good...Now clean yourself, we have somewhere to be..."
Kisame pointed over at a small door, which presumably led to a bathroom.
"You have ten minutes. If you're not out here waiting by then, I'll go in and get you." He smiled evilly and walked over to him and bent close to his ear. "Understand?" Sharp teeth nipped at his earlobe and then he was gone.
TBC...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter four finally up…. I sort of wanted to wait to post this chapter for a little while longer, but hey what the heck…I might as well post it and end the wait…. Two weeks was enough of a wait so here it is finally. Ok well, I hope this chapter was satisfying enough to keep you interested in my story, though if it doesn't that's alright just tell me. If I get the chance to update again this week, It will be just before Thanksgiving, or on Thanksgiving day who knows. Any who, If I don't I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving! And until next time…. Laterz
Review responses:
Hajnalmadar- Hi, Thank you for your reply! I'm really glad you enjoy my story. Blushes Oh, don't giggles exceedingly and waves hand I'm not that good of a story writer, but thanks you flatter me. I agree with you on the importance of having the characters not be too OOC, because that can simply ruin even the best story writers story. If you are reading this I do hope you will continue on reading, and reviewing! Ok well tata for now…
Also thank you to the others for reviewing, and even those who've stayed silent when reading my story. I must apologize if my story isn't worth reviewing for, but I'm doing my best and just hope you all will continue reading. Have a
Happy Thanksgiving!
Ok well I said I'd put up a review for those who are interested in continuing on reading my story if anybody would like it, and they would so here it is:
Her eyes met with his for just a moment, before her legs gave out and she tumbled to the ground.
"Heh...Just as I said... Pathetic..."
And then he was gone.
Sakura sat there on the ground for some time, and her knees were beginning to ache and her feet falling to a numb state. She barely was able to turn her gaze as the door slowly creaked open.
"You look pretty beat up there young kunoichi...yeah..."
Sakura had no idea who this person was so she simply ignored him.
"Rude little girl, eh?" Kisame's voice echoed grossly through the room, a fowl stench of rotten fish following it.
"I see what you mean, yeah. She seems a little arrogant though, yeah."
"Heh... Let's torture her a bit..."
Then she was cut with several thin blades. A gasp of agony escaped her, and Kisame laughed.