7 - Stage Seven: Borderline Schizophrenia
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…" Was Sasuke's constant mantra as he weaved his way through the attacks of the lightning nin who was viciously pursuing him. Left, right, jump, duck. Nimbly he dodged the boulders that were flying at him from every direction. The earth would crackle when it broke apart and a stone come flying from it. All Sasuke could do was avoid being crushed like a small, insignificant bug while his opponent ardently attacked him from long distance. It made him growl that he was stuck with the only long distance fighter when he himself was a close range combatant! What he would give to have Sakura here right now to smash these boulders into tiny little dust specks so that he could watch with malicious glee when the enemy paled at his ineffective technique. Damn it! He didn't need Sakura here to defeat this pain in the ass, he could do it himself! Though Sasuke's empowering words were drowned quickly as he continued to dodge flying rocks. A particularly large boulder slammed itself directly in front of Sasuke. He skidded to halt just a hair's breath away from slamming nose first into the obtrusion. Just as he turned to run in the opposite direction, another boulder came soaring at him.
"Fuck!" Sasuke cursed loudly. The irony of being stuck in between a rock and a hard place was just sickening as the hurtling rock came straight towards him at an unbeatable pace. Anger suddenly hit him harder than any stone could. He was not dying this way. Sasuke Uchiha was not going to die being squished like an insect!
"Fuck that!" He growled harshly. Whipping out his katana faster than lightning itself, Sasuke sliced the boulder in half just before it smashed him. His sharingan were a blazing red in his fury. He was tired of playing fucking games. This particularly annoying ninja was going to die a slow and painful death. Sasuke spotted the dead man across the ruined field and smirked in unholy delight. Zeus would be jealous if he knew that Sasuke could move faster than he threw lightning. The enemy nin's head rolled off the neck that it had been attached mere milliseconds ago. His face didn't even contort to shock, he was dead before he could. Sasuke sighed when he heard the satisfying thump of a head hitting the ground. He sheathed his katana, not a drop of blood on it. Having been separated from the rest of the group, Sasuke made his way back to where they had been first attacked. The team had gotten close enough to edge of lighting to have come across a platoon of lightning shinobi. Given the past between kumogakure and konohagakure, the kumo ninja spotted their leaf headbands and immediately attacked. Sasuke had taken out about five of them before he was barraged by the boulder flinging ninja. For the safety of his teammates, Sasuke drew the fight away from the immediate vicinity and towards the nearby field. He then proceeded to get so fucking pissed off that he was just aching to slaughter the thorn in his side. Sasuke sighed. The stress and weariness of their travels was starting to grate his nerves. The team had been traveling for three days and had only now just gotten to the edge of lightning county. It would be another four or five days before they could reach the coast, only if they didn't get attacked along the way. With the fact that lightning hated the fire country with a burning passion, it was highly unlikely that they would not meet opposition. Besides, by the time they finally did arrive at the coast, they would have to search all along it to even find a faint trace of the akatsuki. That task alone could take months. The outlook looked bleak. Sasuke sighed at his depressing thoughts. He perked his head up slightly when he heard the rambunctious noise of Naruto and his teammates. Trudging his feet, Sasuke quietly walked into the clearing now clearly understanding what Naruto was rambling on about.
"It was so awesome Kakashi-sensei! There were like, twenty of them, and I was like, HELL YEAH! RASENGAN BIOTCHES! I completely and utterly kicked their asses and, and…"
Sigh…
Silent as a wraith, a hooded figure glided effortlessly into the darkly lit room. His presence always startled the man in which he met. The contact would jump and then rambunctiously laugh muttering about how he always just seemed to appear out thin air. Though as quickly as he laughed, with the same speed he would become serious. The man in which he met had his mouth set in a grim line. He folded his hands under his chin, almost in contemplative look. The silent figure knew what this gesture meant. It meant that business was going to be very serious. His gruff voice echoed slightly off the walls.
"What is the status of Sakura Haruno?" He knew, he just knew that was what this meeting was going to be about. His own deep voice reverberated throughout the room.
"She is fine." Grey eyebrows scrunched together.
"You know what I mean Itachi-san. What is the status of Sakura Haruno? Or more importantly The Mother?"
"Sakura Haruno is in perfect health. She has been forced against her will to integrate into the akatsuki, though she is surely still loyal to the village. Pein has me keeping a close eye on her."
"Itachi…" The older man growled out. His contact looked him directly in the eye, only something someone as powerful as him would do.
"Does she know?" Itachi sighed. He did not want to talk about this, but it was necessary information.
"Yes. She did not react well." Silence filled the room. It seemed that his contact was thinking about something.
"Has she, how can I put this delicately, been - activated - yet?" Itachi paused before answering.
"…Yes." His contact's eyebrows shot up.
"By whom?"
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"Me." The silent awkwardness was so thick, Itachi could have easily cut it with his katana. His contact seemed to struggle with his words as his face contorted into a myriad of emotions. He coughed as he finally spoke up.
"That is, well umm, quite the development." A grin shot across his face, "So how was it?" Every time he had passionately made love to Sakura flashed through Itachi's mind. How her eyes captivated him, that cold metal chain tethering her to his bed, when he took her roughly on the table, his mind drifted through them all, reveling. He caught wind of what his contact was insinuating.
"You will not put her in one of those perverted books of yours, Jaraiya-san." The man's coughing laugh annoyed Itachi. He did not see what was so funny. Seeing Itachi's expression only made Jaraiya laugh harder. 'Mendoukusei…' was all that passed through Itachi's mind as the pervy sage continued to chuckle uncontrollably. He seriously wondered why he even met the man sometimes, but he knew it was for the sake of the village. Itachi's whole life was for the sake of the village. If he had to bear with an old perverted man, than so be it. All for the safety of the leaf village. Itachi snapped from his contemplating once he noticed Jaraiya's concerned gaze on him. Itachi sighed.
"I know what you are thinking and you know I can't come back." Jaraiya's rebuttal was immediate.
"But you are innocent! You are probably the most saintly shinobi the world has ever seen! Can't you just come home and set Sasuke straight instead of having this insane death wish?" He yelled exasperated.
"No. I will not deny him his revenge."
"Don't you think once he finds out what you actually did, it will crush him mentally? To know that his whole self proclaimed purpose was a sham?" Itachi's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"He will never find out the truth." He growled. Jaraiya threw his hands up in the air.
"What about Madara? He will manipulate your brother with some twisted truth and then he will attack Konoha! Itachi you need to do something about this!" The mention of Madara made Itachi's blood boil. He visibly stiffened and growled a low guttural noise. The sage noticed this right away.
"What has he done now?" Itachi's hand twitched in want to strangle something, or more specifically a someone who had the gall to even insinuate he would touch his woman.
"Madara has expressed his interest in Sakura." He spoke through clenched teeth. Jaraiya paled considerably at this information.
"We need to get her out of there now. It has become unsafe-"
"He will not touch my woman!" Itachi snapped. The older man was at a lose of words from his reaction. Silence hung in the air for quite a minutes. Jaraiya's gravely voice finally broke through.
"You care about her." He finally stated. Itachi bristled once again.
"You know as well as I do about the past between the Uchiha and The Mother. The Uchiha heir has always been the chosen one for The Mother, and you know it. As soon as I set my eyes on her, I knew I loved her, as is the relationship between the chosen one and The Mother. I have waited for a very long time to have her and now he wants to go and mess that up!" Itachi was panting after his tirade. Jaraiya's eye's were wide, having just seen a rare display of emotion from the so called emotionless Uchiha. Itachi pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a head ache coming on. He huffed slightly.
"So no, I don't care about her. I love her, very much." An emotionally spent Itachi flopped into the chair that was across from Jaraiya.
"How do you think she will react when Sasuke kills you?" The man's words caused Itachi to still.
"It hadn't crossed my mind." Jaraiya sighed.
"That surprises me, you usually think of everything. Let me tell you how she will react. She will-" A small buzz coming from Itachi's ring from the akatsuki interrupted the meeting. Itachi looked down at it indifferently. 'Strange, Pein isn't the one summoning me.' He thought. His eyes widened once he realized it was the collar around Sakura's neck notifying him that something was wrong with her.
"What is it?" Jaraiya asked, he sounded concerned as he observed Itachi's state.
"It's Sakura, something's wrong."
"Go. We will continue this next time we meet. You have given me more than enough information for the time being." Itachi nodded and disappeared in puff of smoke. The sage sighed, 'now to break the news to Naruto.' He thought. 'I better bring Yamato, he is not going to take this well.'
Her skin looked unhealthy due to its translucence. Bags drooped under her eyes and her hair seemed pale and thin. She shook as her body craved what it wanted very badly. Sakura stared into the mirror despairingly.
'His face…' Her mind whispered.
'I see his face…' Anger ripped through her like a hissing snake. Her lips curled into a snarl and her eyes narrowed into thin slits.
'How dare he show his face!' The mirror shattered under fist, but in her mind's eye the figure didn't disappear. A high pitched screech echoed through the entirety of the akatsuki base. She lunged at the hallucination, attempting to destroy it. It faded away in the debris of the wall that was once standing. Her quiet humming bounced off the walls, filling the void of silence. Her head snapped up at the voice calling to her.
"Sakura…" She giggled and danced along the halls, but it seemed to follow her.
"Sakura!" She stopped once her vision started to go fuzzy. Two realities blurred together like two radio stations being intercepted at the same time. In one she saw Itachi's face, her body shaking as he tried to wake her. The other were endless halls and rooms promising to hold her addiction in depths of their cores. She so desperately wanted to wonder through the maze but it was slowly fading away as the true reality of Itachi came crashing down on her. She finally opened her eyes to the man in front of her. She smiled softly and stretched, feeling like she had just woken up from a long cat nap.
"Good morning." She yawned. Despite her cheerful response, Itachi did not look happy.
"Sakura, you've been running around in a stupor in the middle of night going on and on about having to find 'it', whatever it may be. You then proceeded to scream like a banshee and destroy half the base. The rubble nearly killed you." She just giggled at his seriousness. She reached up and flicked his nose.
"But I'm not dead silly!" Itachi only sighed and lifted her up into his arms. She started to squirm and fight him, but he held onto her tightly. She growled indignantly.
"Nooo! I have to find it! Give it to me! I want it!" He clenched his jaw at her childish behavior. He swung the door to their shared room open and strode into the room. Quickly, he shut the door and then threw her onto the bed. Sakura shot up only to pushed down. She continued to fight Itachi until he snapped the chain onto her collar. All of the fight drained from her with the realization of defeat. Tears built up in her eyes and her throat clenched up. Itachi only laid next to her on the bed, knowing that the inevitable water works could not be stopped. What he didn't expect was for her to throw herself on top of him and straddle him. Sakura quickly descended onto his neck and placed hot, open mouth kisses on him. She brought her lips up to his ear, panting softly, she whispered to him.
"Please give it to me Ita-kun. I need it." He growled.
"No." Her lips curved into a seductive smirk.
"Then make me forget about it." Before she could continue her ministrations, Itachi shoved her off of him.
"Not like this, I won't. You are not mentally stable and I will not take advantage of you in this state." Manipulatively, tears gathered in her eyes and her voice cracked as she spoke.
"Don't you love me?" Itachi groaned.
"Sakura…" She sat up, tear freely flowing down her face.
"I thought you loved me Itachi!" She choked out. He pinched the bridge of his nose again. Yep, definitely a headache now. He whispered to her.
"I do love you my queen, but I will not have sex with you until you no longer addicted to that drug!" A mischievous smile crept its way onto Sakura's face. Sneakily, her hand ghosted towards the rim of his pants. Once her fingers tugged the edge of it, Itachi's hand grabbed her own. He growled at her.
"No." Before he could stop her though, Sakura's other hand shot underneath his pants and boxers and started to pump him. His breath hitched at her tight grip and fast pace.
"Sakura, stop." He commanded her, but made to no move to stop her. She only hummed and moved faster. Itachi started to pant as she continued. His hips bucked slightly, and heart pounded in his chest. A moan left his throat before he could stop it, causing Sakura to smirk. She slowed her actions eliciting a grunt in disappointment from Itachi. Panting softly in his ear, she whispered seductively to him.
"Tell me Ita-kun, do you need release?" His answer was a masculine groan. She grinned like the Cheshire cat. Her hand jerked him particularly hard, sending Itachi over the edge. His low moan echoed through the room as he came in her hand. Sakura removed her hand from his pants and brought it up to her face, observing his fluids on her fingers. Itachi watched wide eyed as she sensually licked his essence of her fingers. She moaned herself, and looked at him with half lidded eyes.
"You taste delicious Ita-kun." She purred. That was the last straw for Itachi. Sakura squeaked when she was suddenly underneath the rock hard body of her lover. His darkened gaze only made her insides quake in anticipation for events to come. His deep, velvety voice made her spine shiver.
"That was very naughty, Sakura-hime." He brought his lips to her earlobe and licked it lightly. His breath tickled her ear as he spoke.
"I'm going to have to punish you now."
Sorry for the long time between the update! I've been a bit uninspired. Also, I know Itachi is a bit OOC in this chap, (well, quite frankly, so is Sakura, but I blame that on the withdraw), but hey, when you love someone, you wanna protect them. I also see Itachi as the possessive type. Another comment! I know Tobi is Obito Uchiha and Madara is really dead but for my story Tobi is Madara. (I can do what I want, muahahah! :D) Lol, anyways, please favorite and review! :)