Chapter 3
Nail Polish
The pale, black-haired man sat slumped in his chair, staring down at his hands. He made his fingers curl, clench, and unclench as he wondered over the feeling of life in them. A dark smile spread across his face as he let out a laugh.
He reached over to the small woven basket on the table beside his chair, pulling out an apple. He stared intently at it, rubbing his finger over the red, waxy surface.
"Kabuto?"
"Hai, Orochimaru-sama?" Kabuto asked as he placed the medical scroll down on the table, a bit worried at Orochimaru's smile. "What is it?"
"How the hell are we both here, Kabuto?"
Kabuto stared down at his master, not sure how to answer. Mostly because he wasn't entirely sure on about the answer itself. "I believe Master-sama used a forbidden jutsu to resurrect us."
Orochimaru's eyes flickered at the 'Master-sama' but he ignored it, turning the apple around in his palm. "I don't like being someone's servant, Kabuto. Especially not her's."
Kabuto sighed. "We must do what Master-sama asks."
"You've taken this turn of events well, Kabuto." Orochimaru gritted his teeth in a sardonic smile as he glared at the wall in front of him. "Yes, we must be perfect little lapdogs mustn't we?"
Orochimaru let out a shaky breath as he stared down at his arms and moved them. Moved them. "…how?"
The green-eyed Master-sama crossed her legs, shrugging with a smirk. "It isn't that difficult, Orochimaru."
"But Kabuto couldn't…" Orochimaru continued, still marveling at the fact that he could feel chakra coursing through his body. He could use jutsu again!
"Kabuto is an incompetent fool compared to me, Orochimaru." Master-sama laughed. "He could barely hold back the pain for you. What kind of a medic is he?"
"You're a bit cocky." Orochimaru spat back, annoyed at the way she brushed off Kabuto's medical prowess. He was one of the strongest medic-nin's in the world.
"Not cocky, Orochimaru. Merely confident." She answered, grabbing an apple and taking a bite. She licked the juice from the corner of her mouth with her tongue as it threatened to drip down her chin. Orochimaru's eyes seemed to be riveted to the spot.
She caught his gaze and let out a laugh as she held out the apple. "Would you like a bite? After all, this will be the first time you'll have the ability to feed yourself." She let out another laugh at Orochimaru's glare. "Have I wounded your pride, Orochimaru?"
"Just get to the point of this conversation." Orochimaru snapped.
Her eyes narrowed dangerously, but she merely smiled. "Very well, Orochimaru. I didn't know you were so impatient." She gave a small sigh. "I've brought you back to serve me."
"What?" Orochimaru hissed, pushing himself out of his chair. "I serve no one. I am a Sannin."
She laughed again, before she grabbed his shirt collar, pulling him to look her straight in his eyes, which glittered dangerously. "I don't care if you were the Kyuubi itself. I didn't have to save you, you sick snake-bastard."
Orochimaru felt the subtle pressure as her fingers grazed his collarbone when she'd grabbed him. Their noses almost touched, and his eyes were riveted to her lips for some strange reason. He merely stared.
"You've taken everything I ever loved away from me—took him from me—and now you're going to pay for it. You've turned me into this thing and now you're the one who's going to suffer, got it? You will do whatever the hell I ask you to, Orochimaru." She sneered, "Unless you wish to feel the effects of your own curse seal jutsu."
Orochimaru's eyes widened as he lifted one hand to touch the frightening mark on his neck. "How…" He croaked out, still staring at her. How could someone find out his jutsu and use the curse seal against him?
And suddenly she was whispering in his ear, her breath hot against his neck. "Do what I ask and I promise you that Konoha will fall…" Then she gave a soft laugh, "And if you're a good boy you might get something else too."
Then she let him go and walked out of the room, closing the door promptly behind her.
Orochimaru stared down at the apple once more, before he gave a sly smile and bit into it. He chewed thoughtfully before he turned to Kabuto. "But perhaps being a lapdog has its advantages."
Sakura stretched with a small groan, rubbing her back. Sleeping against a tree wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world. That was when a large ball of fur barreled into her and knocked her onto the ground. She let out a small laugh as Chigiri attacked her face with his tongue.
"Alright Chigiri you'd better stop that." She grinned at where Itachi was leaning against the tree beside her—standing and ready to go of course. "You wouldn't want to make Itachi Uchiha jealous of you now do you?"
Chigiri gave a small yip that Sakura translated as a laugh as Itachi grunted and looked out at the forest, scanning it with his eyes. "Tell Chigiri to get ready. I have the chakra signature for him to track."
Sakura nodded, standing as well. "Well, give it to me then." She held out her hand and he placed his fingers in her palm. The chakra rubbed into her palm, making it tingle. She then squatted down to Chigiri's level.
Chigiri sniffed her palm before looking around the clearing, his nose twitching as he tried to track the chakra. There was a moment of silence as he sniffed the air, then he bared his teeth in a snarl and barked, jumping into the trees.
"Alright, let's go!" Sakura smiled enthusiastically, as Itachi merely snorted in that derisive laugh of his.
It was these type of missions that Sakura loved. Just her and Itachi. These were the only times she'd see that little part of him that assured her he still had a heart. A small smile painted her lips as a memory came to mind.
Sakura walked down the street gazing at the products in the windows. She was completely engrossed in her little activity, trying to decide what to buy. She'd decided that this special occasion—Valentine's Day—deserved a little financial sacrifice. Besides, it wasn't as if she were having to scrounge for some spare coins.
She bit her lip as she looked into the shop she'd come to stand in front of. What to get him without making him think she was a mushy head-over-heel's-in-love psycho? Because even if she was she wasn't going to show him that...he was Itachi Uchiha after all.
She didn't want to get him something that would scare him off. Something caught her eye as she turned away to leave and she smiled brightly, hurrying into the shop. She came out a few minutes later with a bundle in her arms and a skip to her step.
"Hn."
Sakura turned to see Itachi standing behind her, looking about as ridiculous as she'd ever seen him. Maybe it was the face he was making, looking as embarrassed as Itachi Uchiha could and the way his eyes didn't meet her's. But it was probably the two cherry snow cones he held in his hands.
Sakura couldn't help it, she laughed. He held the cone out to her with a sigh, "Just take it. The old vendor wouldn't stop pestering me."
Sakura looked over her shoulder at the snow cone vendor—who was staring at Itachi in horror and fear. Of course the vendor wouldn't stop pestering you—because if anyone ever found out you'd actually bought me a snow cone because you wanted to your reputation would be ruined, ne?She merely took her cone with another small smile.
"Why aren't you eating your cone, Itachi?"
"I don't like sweets."
"Why did you get one then?" Sakura asked nonchalantly as they continued to the hotel room.
"He gave me two."
"I see." Sakura tried to sound serious but she knew he heard the tremor of laughter that shook her. "I guess you won't want this then." She motioned to the package in her hands.
"What is it?" Itachi's voice was still emotionless but she could hear a sliver of curiosity hidden in its depths.
Sakura took a small bite of her cone, licking the cherry syrup from her lips—which she noticed caught Itachi's attention.
"Something sweet."
Then she gave a small laugh at the look on his face as she walked into the hotel they were staying at, leaving him at the entrance.
She could just imagine the look on Itachi's face as she raced up the stairs, two at a time. If she didn't hurry and get to the room she wouldn't have time to prepare Itachi's present. And she had a feeling he'd like it either way.
She closed the door behind her before she headed undid the bundle and gave a small smirk, slipping off her shirt.
A few minutes later, Sakura heard footsteps. They stopped in front of her door and she waited—a little nervously, before the door opened and he walked inside.
What she would have given for a camera. His face was priceless. Of course, to anyone not familiar with his expressions all they would have seen was the fact that his eyes widened for a fraction of a second. But Sakura was a professional at it and she saw everything. Of course, what else should she have expected?
She didn't even know if she could define what she was wearing as clothing. She struck a pose on the bed, looking up at him with a small smile as her hair hung freely around her. "Still don't like sweets Ita-kun?"
That was the first time she'd called him by that cute little nickname. Of course, she didn't think too much about it as she suddenly found herself pressed against the mattress, Itachi's lips grazing her neck.
Sakura tilted her head back with a small moan as his hands moved across her body. "You…still haven't answered my question…" Sakura managed between deep breaths. "Do you like sweets now?"
She heard Itachi give that laugh of his that always made her stomach do flips as he whispered in her ear.
"For you I suppose I will make an exception."
Sakura sighed as they continued through the treetops behind Chigiri. Yes, that had definitely been the best Valentine's day ever.
Naruto looked around at the group assembled in front of him. He frowned when he saw that both Shikamaru and Temari were there. "I thought one of you was supposed to be watching Karura?"
Temari smiled. "She's with her grandma and grandpa right now, ne Shika-kun?"
Shikamaru nodded with a small sigh. "Troublesome parents."
Naruto grinned before he turned to the others. "Alright, let's get started."
"Get on with it already." Kiba drawled as he propped his feet up on Naruto's desk. "I have a mission tonight—a mission you assigned me by the way."
Naruto frowned but said nothing in retaliation as Hinata grabbed his hand, warning him against starting a fight with Kiba. Anytime they fought they'd end up settling it in battle and one of them would end up in the hospital. Now was definitely not the time.
"Is there a reason we are here Hokage-sama?" Neji asked rather coldly. He had become angry and frustrated after Sakura's appearance, snapping at anyone who had the unfortunate luck to come across him and ask him how he was doing. So far the only one he hadn't lashed out at yet was Tenten who seemed to be doing her best to keep that from happening.
Naruto nodded with a small frown. "I just want us to think of something for if…if Sakura's intentions aren't what we think they are."
"You think she'd really do something to hurt everyone here—hurt you?" Ino asked, giving him a glare. "Tsunade-sama was right! You are being an idiot about this!" She seemed to have forgotten her earlier anger at her old friend.
"He has a point." Sai nodded, even if he didn't want to admit it.
"I already told you that she won't allow anyone to get hurt, dobe." Sasuke cut in with one of his famous glares.
"You don't know that for certain Uchiha."
"Has Sakura ever done anything to endanger her teammates?" Sasuke asked offhandedly, giving them all that arrogant look of his that they'd all learned to live with.
"No. But she cold have changed—"
"She hasn't." Sasuke defended.
"Dammit Uchiha, are you still in love with her or something?" Kiba growled out. "Usually you're the first one to say that this would sound like something suspicious."
"Of course he's still in love with her. Or do you think he just kisses random girls when he gets the urge to?" Choji asked dryly.
"Everyone calm down." Temari grunted. "You're acting immature. Let's think this through logically."
"Just what I was going to say." Shikamaru muttered.
Temari grinned at him and winked. "I had to beat you to it hun."
"Ugh." Ino gagged. "Can you two go get a room while the rest of us discuss this?"
"ENOUGH!" Hinata squealed.
There was a small moment of silence as they all blinked and turned to her. She blushed a deep red as she began twiddling with her fingers. "Er…I think Naruto-k-kun wants to talk…"
Naruto grinned at her as he nodded. "She's right. I know that none of you want to think about the possibility that Sakura could betray us but we have to think of a plan to stop that from happening, just in case." He ignored Sasuke's glare. She's my teammate too Sasuke...but I have to think about Konoha now. "Now, let's get started."
"Well, she wouldn't know about any of the changes to the ANBU rosters or codes since she's left so we'd have a small advantage…" Shikamaru began.
As they all began putting in their ideas and information, none of them noticed the small cat that was sleeping on the top of Naruto's bookshelf. It opened one eye lazily, its ear twitching in their direction. It then closed the eye again, a coy smile appearing on its face as it continued to listen.
It was a rather strange sight to behold really. Eight old shinobi sitting at a small bar, each holding a sake cup. It was strange because you usually couldn't get all of them together at one time—especially not willingly. Some of their relationships were strained now after years of loss and pain. Especially over the topic that they were discussing.
Kakashi merely stared down at his sake cup, swirling the liquid around as Tsunade spoke.
"I still need to apologize for my earlier comment to you Kakashi. It was…out of line."
Kakashi gave a dry laugh. "No it wasn't, Tsunade-sama. Don't worry about it."
"Do you really think that Sakura would actually keep her word and protect Naruto?" Kurenai asked, crimson eyes doubtful as she leaned against Asuma who was taking a long drag on his cigarette.
"She promised us she'd never hurt Naruto-kun." Shizune murmured as they all turned to look at her. She was staring down at her hands which were folded in her lap. Her face was dark with worry but she had a determined look in her eyes. "She promised."
"Shizune's right." Tsunade answered. "Sakura told us she would never allow the Akatsuki to use their jutsu on him."
"Then how are they going to take the Kyuubi from Naruto-kun?" Iruka asked, brows furrowed. "It has been said that the Akatsuki want the Kyuubi in return for assistance to Konoha."
"Hai…" Tsunade agreed.
"So…how can she keep her promise?" Asuma asked, a few ashes flying from the tip of his cigarette as he shifted in his seat.
Shizune's hands were balled into fists, clutching at her kimono. Tsunade sighed. She knew what a horrible person Shizune was at keeping secrets. Even if she tried her hardest—which she wasn't—her eyes would tell someone all they needed to know.
"What did she tell you the night she left us?" Jiraiya asked seriously as he took a sip of his drink. "She promised you something then, didn't she?"
Gai looked from Tsunade's frown to Shizune's trembling form. "Jiraiya-san is right. Tell us."
"It's hard to remember…" Shizune whispered. "It's all a little blurry and we were all crying so hard…"
"…I have a request, Tsunade-shishou…"
Shizune and Tsunade turned to the young girl. Tsunade shook her head, "Don't worry Sakura, you're stable again."
"I know…"
Her whisper was almost pained and they saw the tears forming in her eyes as she sighed, closing them. "And that's why I need to ask you…"
"Ask me what, Sakura?" Tsunade asked. She noticed that Shizune was bent over Sakura as well, holding her hand.
"I ask for permission to leave Konohagakure to join the Akatsuki."
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"What?" Tsunade sputtered out as Shizune gasped.
Sakura let out a small laugh. "I know it sounds crazy but I…I think I can do a better job of protecting Konoha if I'm there…with them…"
"Sakura, don't be stupid. Think this through clearly." Shizune pleaded. She didn't know what to do. All of her emotions were so jumbled together and she was having trouble thinking clearly.
"If I stay here then the Akatsuki will merely come to Konoha in search of me now that I'm a member." Sakura answered back blandly.
"You joined?" Tsunade hissed, outraged.
"Hai."
"Sakura…how could you betray us like that?" Shizune was near tears.
Sakura's eyes flickered open once again. "I'm not betraying anyone. If I can find a way—if I can change them I…" She sighed with a grimace. She was still wounded after all.
"You can't change them Sakura. They're cold blooded killers. There's nothing you can do. Not everyone deserves a second chance."
Sakura shook her head furiously at her shishou's words. "Everyone does deserve a second chance. And I think I'm the only one who can give it to them."
Shizune's voice trembled as she spoke. "But Sakura if you go you'll have to use that jutsu on Naruto and—"
Sakura shook her head again. "No. Never. I'll never use that jutsu on him. I won't let Naruto die like that."
"Bt how can you stop it Sakura?" Tsunade asked tiredly.
"I'll find a way."
Tsunade and Shizune both heard the determination in Sakura's voice and it frightened them, but it also made them both a little proud of her.
"I promise I won't expect any special treatment from Konoha just because I once belonged to this village. I'll never hurt another Konoha shinobi either. I promise. I promise…oh god there are so many things I'd promise you if you'd just believe me."
"Sakura, do you really think any good can come from you leaving Konoha?" Tsunade questioned.
Sakura gave a small smile. "Something good happened the first time I left…even if it wasn't intentional."
"Sakura…"
"I think I can do it shishou!" Sakura pleaded, looking up at both of them. "Please just…just trust me."
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"You will become dead to them all. You know that right?"
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"…I know…"
Shizune looked to Tsunade in horror, realizing her decision. She was going to let Sakura go! But…but…Shizune didn't know what to do.
"And you can never return to the village. Ever."
"…I know…"
"Alright Sakura…" Tsunade sighed, feeling as if she'd just aged. "Alright. You win. But I swear you had better find some way to protect Konoha through this."
Sakura smiled at her. "I will Tsunade-shishou."
"Shizune, take Sakura to the gates and be quiet about it."
"H-hai." Shizune nodded, knowing that she couldn't argue with Tsunade. She was just too confused to argue even if she'd wanted to. She let Sakura lean on her as she led her to the back door. "Are you sure they can't read your chakra signature?"
Sakura shook her head. "I don't have enough chakra to do anything at all. They wouldn't be able to sense my chakra signature if I walked right by them."
Shizune nodded. "But even the smallest bit of chakra can be sensed—"
"Not if I'm hiding it." Sakura murmured. "And it isn't that hard to hide what's barely there."
Shizune faltered for a moment, before nodding with a small smile. "Alright Sakura. Let's go."
"Tsunade-shishou…" Sakura turned to look at her master who was currently trying to get her emotions under control so she could go tell the others about Sakura's death.
"Hai?"
"Could you maybe tell them…could you tell them all that I love them?"
"You're dead, remember?" Tsunade answered back snippily, sniffing.
Sakura nodded with a lopsided smile. "Say they were my last words if you want." Then she and Shizune slipped out the back way and Tsunade stood in front of the door that led into the waiting room. She breathed in deeply before she turned the handle and walked outside.
"You never told us that she said she loved us." Kakashi answered back. They could all hear the small hitch in his voice.
Tsunade's eyes were cold, but she didn't say anything. She'd been angry at Sakura for making her do that. And so…so she supposed she'd not said the words to spite her, perhaps.
"That clears up a few things I suppose." Kurenai said truthfully.
"Do you think she'll come through with her end of the bargain?" Jiraiya questioned.
It was Kakashi who answered, his voice confident.
"She will."
Sakura landed on the tree limb nimbly, bending her knees to launch herself to the next one when Itachi grabbed her wrist. Sakura turned to him quizzically, before whistling to Chigiri. Chigiri came back towards them, panting heavily.
"Why are we stopping?" Sakura asked curiously. Usually she was the one who had to convince him to stop for the night. It was true that it was getting dark but they usually continued well into the night before they finally took a rest.
"There is a town just to the west."
Sakura blinked, before her brows furrowed. "Oook…but shouldn't we continue towards the base? Leader-sama will want us to report back to him as soon as possible."
"The town is the last one for a while."
Sakura blinked once again, before a small smile spread across her face. "Ah. Well I suppose since you did promise me a hotel room for tonight I won't argue." She couldn't help but inwardly jump for joy. They rarely had a chance to be together on their missions. They would usually catch up back at one of the bases after they had reported to Leader.
She saw his smirk and she shook her head. Itachi would always be Itachi. The cocky, arrogant Uchiha prodigy who got what he wanted when he wanted it.
"Ugh." Sakura groaned as she let herself fall onto the soft grass. She was sweating heavily, her chest heaving as she looked up at the sky. It was cloudy, giving the sky a grey tint. Even with the decrease in temperature from earlier in the afternoon she was sweating like a pig.
Darn that Uchiha. They'd been training nonstop since morning. And when she said nonstop she meant it. She hadn't eaten all day. She hadn't eaten breakfast because she knew she'd just throw it all up because of their intense training and Itachi hadn't let her go in for lunch because she was apparently 'thinking too much with her stomach'.
Damn.
Sakura heard the skimming sound of someone moving in the grass and gave another groan as she flipping into the air, blocking Itachi's kick. They'd been working on taijutsu for the day because he had deduced that was her weak spot.
Well duh. She could have told him that.
But it wasn't just taijutsu they were testing. No, her eyes were burning because of the constant strain of the Sharingan. She knew what Kakashi had meant when he'd said that someone without the body of an Uchiha couldn't last as long as a real Uchiha. Their bodies were made especially adapted to the Sharingan. Sakura's wasn't.
She felt her muscles screaming as she blocked and attacked in turn. Her Sharingan took in his movements and predicted the next, but then again, so did his. So of course, Itachi always won since he was more experienced with the Sharingan then she could ever be and his body was used to the split-second commands that he gave it when he saw her attacks coming.
She was surprised she was still standing. Two weeks of training had brought up her endurance as well. Most real shinobi battles didn't last long but Itachi had taught Sakura how to draw them out to her advantage and make her opponent waste chakra so she could go in for the kill.
Unfortunately for her Itachi was her opponent, so she could kiss all hopes of winning goodbye. He had a nice way of making her humble, of course. It always went something like 'now let me pin you to the ground and depress you with my sarcastic comments'.
Ugh.
"You're too slow."
Sakura had to admit that she had better and longer conversations with Itachi while training then anywhere else. This might have to do with the fact that half the time she and Itachi were alone they didn't really have time for…er…words.
Sakura shot her hand out in the style Neji had once taught her that attacked pressure points. Maybe changing her taijutsu style on him would surprise him enough for her to actually hit him.
It always annoyed her when they went back to the base and she was bruised and all he sported was some mud on his shirt.
Of course, she did love the fact that she'd finally convinced him that they should fight without their cloaks on. Seeing him move around in just his slacks and mesh shirt always brightened her mood.
Itachi caught her wrist, pulling her forward before he locked her body against his. She let out a small huff of annoyance as she struggled a bit, her heart not really into getting herself out of his hold.
"Sakura…"
It was very difficult for her to think when he tickled the hair at the nape of her neck like that…
"Hm?" She managed, still trying desperately to think of something other then ripping his shirt off.
"You aren't concentrating."
"Yes I am." She argued.
"Hn?" That one meant 'really?'.
"Yes, just not on what you want me to concentrate on." She teased with a grin. She didn't understand how she'd gotten to the point that she could tease and joke with him so easily, but she liked it. She also loved the fact that sometimes he would humor her and he never once said that she was annoying him. Of course some of his 'hn's came quite close to getting that simple point across.
"Perhaps you should tell me what you wish to concentrate on so that we may…strengthen your concentration in that field." Itachi began in his monotone.
"Alright, but I don't think we should strengthen it out here." Sakura grinned. "And you'll have to let go of my arms or else it will be very difficult for us to continue."
"Hn."
Sakura couldn't help but grin again as he let go and she grabbed his hand and began pulling him towards the small house that was their current base. "Let's GO!"
She heard him give a small sigh and another 'hn' that was more an agreement then anything else. She looked back at him and flashed another small smile. "Why do I have a feeling you wanted to do this for a while too?"
"I am an Uchiha."
"Is that your answer for everything?"
"Hn."
"What does it mean anyway?"
"Hn."
"That all Uchiha think with an organ very separate then their brains?" She teased seductively as they entered the house. She winked as he raised an eyebrow and she knew she was in for it now. When she began making comments on Itachi's mentality or his manhood it usually ended in him convincing her she was either dead wrong or right on the money.
She usually didn't care which since it eventually ended in the same thing.
"That I get what I want when I want it." He whispered against her neck as he pressed her against the wall.
Sakura smirked. "Ah, so that's what it means." She heard him give another one of those small laughs of his that seemed quite frequent after their first night together. She liked the fact that she could make him laugh, even if the sound was always just a soft chuckle almost below hearing level.
Sakura merely smiled once more as the two headed in the direction of the town, Chigiri walking behind them wagging his tail.
Sakura sighed as she walked out of the bathroom, steam wafting into the adjoining bedroom. Itachi was leaning against the bed reading a book. She was very tempted to ask him whether or not it was Icha Icha but she thought better of it at the last second. Of course, the thought of Itachi reading porn was highly amusing.
Sakura sat on the bed in her towel, rummaging through her small pack. She finally pulled out what she wanted with a grin before she turned to Itachi. "Alright, hold out your hand."
Itachi raised an eyebrow and she laughed as she pulled his hand into her lap. "Don't pout, I like painting your nails."
"I can do it on my own."
"Yeah, but I do it better." Sakura countered.
"Hn."
"Oh, you think you can do it better then I do? I happen to be the best nail polish painter of all the rookie nine and team Gai kunoichi." Sakura boasted with another teasing smile.
"Hn."
Sakura merely finished painting his nails on his right hand dark purple. Then she bent down and blew on them, trying to dry them faster. For a moment it struck her as odd—the fact that she was sitting in a room painting the nails of the infamous Uchiha Itachi.
But it wasn't as weird as the fact that as soon as she had finished Itachi grabbed her hand and began painting her own nails. She blinked at first, as she watched him grab the bottle and dip the brush inside before running it over one of her nails.
"Are you…?" She blinked a few more times before she shook her head. "Are you actually…painting my nails?"
"Hn."
Sakura smiled as he began to blow on the wet polish. "Let me guess, it's because you're an Uchiha."
He raised an eyebrow as he set the nail polish on the small bedside table as soon as he'd finished. He then bent closer to her face, his hand artfully pulling off the towel. He began trailing kisses down her neck.
"Geeze. Is that all you Uchihas think about?" She whispered breathlessly. Of course, she didn't really care if that was all Itachi was thinking about right now.
She heard him give another soft chuckle as he pressed her against the bed. "No."
"What were you thinking about then?"
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"I like your tattoo."
He licked the spot on her stomach where her tattoo of the Uchiha Clan was placed and Sakura gave a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation—but it soon turned into a small moan at the way his mouth felt on her skin.
"You don't play fair…"
"Hn." Translation: "when do I ever play fair?"
Sakura raked her newly painted nails across his back and she felt his body tense at the sensation. She liked the fact that she could at least get a reaction out of him. And what a reaction she got.
She smirked to herself as his mouth came crashing back down on her's and then any other coherent thought she'd have disappeared.
(A\N: Hehehe…yeah, I felt like making lots of ItaSaku moments in this chapter. I can so totally see Sakura and Itachi painting each other's nails—it would be such a cute picture to see!
Well, there wasn't as much angst in this chapter, but the reason I made sure this chapter was chalked full of ItaSaku moments is because the next one will be all about their mission to find the chakra signatures and there will be no time for romance when they're on the job!
I hope you all liked the chapter though!
Sincerely, Lady Hanaka
Pick-up line: My body is a temple. Do you want to come over for midnight mass?)
