*Edited Chapter. Because of recent reviews and my own rereading of the crap that was the last chapter nine, I've decided to rewrite the last crappy chapter. I know a lot of it is the same but I did add/delete many things throughout the story so if it isn't too much of a hassle, you should read the whole thing….hah. on to the new/improved chapter nine!!!!
Sakura woke up, her eyes adjusting from the "sunlight" shining in from the display window. She sat up quickly, the spots finally clearing from her eyes and she looked around.
The sheets were ripped up, straggles of thread barely holding the pieces of cloth together. Sakura's shirt was on the ground next to two Akatsuki cloaks and her skirt. She blushed as memories from last night came flooding into her mind. Neither Itachi nor his clothes were anywhere to be found.
Sakura groaned and dug her head into the pillow. She felt kind of sick to her stomach. What a terrible mistake. Itachi had left her. She was his quick lay and she knew it. He left her like he left and betrayed Konoha. There was no way that Itachi, the killer of a whole clan of Uchiha's, was ever capable of having feelings for her, a weak kunoichi who let her feelings best her reasoning. I am so stupid. She thought, tears forming that were too quick for her to brush away.
What a predicament Sakura had gotten herself into. Not only herself, but Ichigo too. Did Ichigo know that Kisame was probably using her too? Or maybe this was just happening to Sakura. Of course; Kisame probably did like Ichigo. Then again, Kisame wasn't a cold heartless killer like Itachi was, either. A familiar feeling of hatred welled up inside Sakura that she hadn't felt in a long time but she welcomed it.
What was she supposed to do now? What would happen when she walked out of this room? She couldn't ever look at Itachi in the same way again. Uchiha Itachi, the most notorious person perhaps ever in the history of Konoha had taken her virginity and now probably would never talk to her again. Now that she was so completely his, would he dispose of her? Sakura's stomach sunk. She'd forgotten what a total complete tool she was. She was bait for the Kyuubi. And now, apparently, a whore.
Sakura sat up again at the sound of the door opening. It swung open torturously slow. Itachi was then standing there in the doorway, a steaming cup in his hand. His hair was still down, and he wasn't wearing anything but his pants. Sakura felt herself holding her breath as he stood there, in all his glory with his standard poker face on, his pale skin contrasting so wonderfully with his ebony hair and dark clothes.
"I thought…you'd want some coffee or something if your head was hurting." He said, closing the door. As soon as the door closed and he turned around, his blank face changed to a sheepish expression that Sakura had never seen before. Sakura leapt off the bed and ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck. She didn't care that fresh tears were streaming down her face.
"What? Is everything okay?" Itachi asked, calmly placing the cup on the chest of drawers, yet with softly shaking hands. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He sounded…worried. Sakura didn't say anything just nodded into his chest. She was feeling so completely foolish now. She had just been worrying for nothing. She jumped to conclusions as always, judging Itachi without a thought. A small, muffled laugh escaped her lips. He had brought her coffee. In case she had a hangover headache. What a completely sweet and un-Uchiha thing to do. Uchiha…she thought, and with it she suddenly understood. For years, she blamed Itachi for ruining her relationship with Sasuke, but Sasuke now had ruined her relationship with Itachi. Because Sasuke left her, she realized she had become such an untrusting person. Who do I truly trust? I haven't even thought of it before. Itachi interrupted her thoughts.
"Are you…upset about last night?" Itachi began; his voice was deep and serious as always, never conveying feelings although for him he was expressing so much. "I'm sorry, I tried to stop. I'm sorry I took advantage of you Sakura…"
Sakura shook her head and looked up at him. "No…you just scared me. I thought you just left me and that…" she trailed off, shaking her head, flicking the tears from her cheeks. "Nevermind." She smiled. "It's silly."
Itachi's face turned stony again. He cupped Sakura's face, staring intently into her eyes. Sakura's eyes grew a bit wider as she gaped into his onyx eyes. Itachi wasn't using his Sharingan. Sakura felt a blush creep up at his intense gaze. Somehow his stare seemed more intense without his brilliant scarlet eyes. Here, this man had seen her naked…was seeing her naked still, but she still couldn't not react to the way his eyes bore into her own, his concupiscent gaze making her feel as though he could see right into her.
"I'm not the most trustworthy man, Sakura, I know that. I know you have reasons to dislike- to hate me. I was a factor in breaking your heart…in taking away your first love," he began. Why was it so difficult for him to say that? No…Sakura wanted to say. It's not you, it's me. Sasuke damaged me. "I've betrayed and hurt a lot of people in my life. I wish I could tell you everything. This love I can't explain, I'm not sure why it happened but I'm not going to question it. All my life all I've ever done is push people away, not letting them get to know me. But Sakura, I want you to know me. I so sincerely want to know you- all of you." Itachi paused to give a frustrated sigh. "I'm not good at things like this- but Sakura, if only you knew. I've never, ever cared or worried or loved someone as much as I do you." He finished. Fresh tears ran their course down Sakura's face as she closed her eyes and let Itachi Uchiha kiss her.
The sound of quick knocks ricocheted through the underground home. Itachi's lips pulled quickly away from Sakura's, a kunai instantly in his hand.
"I-" Sakura began to whisper, but Itachi placed his hand over her mouth, his eyes narrowing. His eyes momentarily widened as he activated his Sharingan. He mouthed "stay here" and opened the door. Sakura could see Kisame already out there, making hand motions in Itachi's direction. The light from outside shone down into the main room, shadows beginning to move in the direction of the dim opening. Sakura's breath caught in her throat as she watched the shadows become bigger.
Itachi moved stealthily, throwing kunai and then moving to attack.
"Woah, watch it, eh?" Deidera gasped, dodging the kunai.
"Dammit, Deidera." Kisame muttered angrily. Sakura quickly threw one of the Akatsuki cloaks on and walked out of the room; Deidera smiled at her.
"Hey, Sakura-chan!" Sakura smiled slightly back, walking up to stand beside Itachi.
"What is that you need, Deidera?" Itachi asked, barely masking irritation in his voice. At this, Deidera's face became stiff with seriousness.
"I came here to discuss-er…something with the two of you." Deidera began difficultly. "I have a message from Madara-sama." At this, Itachi's eyes noticeably narrowed. "It appears that you are-uh-hum…"
"Spill it, already!" Kisame yelled, exasperated. Deidera winced.
"It seems that you are being removed from the Akatsuki." Deidera finally muttered, refusing to look at Itachi.
"W-what?" Sakura whispered. Kisame's eyes got wider before tapering.
"What the hell? You better not be screwing around with us here, you ass." Kisame growled, his arm going behind him to grip his Samehada; he was gripping it so hard his knuckles turned white. Deidera put his arms up defensively.
Sakura looked up at Itachi. His expression was his poker face again, completely smooth with no expression lines giving him away. Sakura frowned a bit. What was he thinking?
"It seems Madara thinks you have become…distracted, Itachi-sama." Deidera explained, looking at Sakura. Sakura felt her stomach sink. Oh god.
"Dammit, I knew Sakura was a bad idea from the start." Kisame barked, punching the wall. A significantly noticeable indention was left behind.
Sakura hung her head. This was horrible. Itachi was now being given an ultimatum of her or his Akatsuki, the group who took him in when he was no longer a part of Konoha. Sakura's face grew hot as a flush crept up. This was it, the end. Itachi lived for the Akatsuki. He lived to destroy Konoha…to kill her best friend, Naruto. Staying with Itachi meant she was betraying Konoha, but staying with Sakura meant Itachi was betraying Akatsuki by not following through with his duties. Sakura felt panicked. Was their relationship even worth it? They were both giving up so much to be together, struggling through so many things…
"Tell Madara that I accept his termination request." Itachi said, monotone.
"WHAT?" Deidera and Kisame yelled at the same time. "Have you gone insane?" Kisame asked angrily.
"Itachi, please, don't do this." Sakura whispered, grabbing his elbow. "It's okay, you don't have to go to this extreme-" Itachi answered her by taking off his ring, throwing it over to Deidera who caught it reluctantly.
"Itachi, you know what this means. You can't remain in contact with anyone in the Akatsuki." Deidera whispered sternly. Itachi put his arm around Sakura's shoulders, pushing her to go inside the room.
"Itachi-" Sakura began when they were in the room and Itachi had shut the door.
"Pack." Was Itachi's simple retort. Sakura shut her mouth and began dressing in her clothes, grabbing her pack and throwing in random things. She couldn't believe this was happening. Uchiha Itachi was giving up his…his life for her. Itachi took the Akatsuki cloak Sakura was holding uncertainly in her hands and threw it on the floor, along with his.
Itachi walked out of the room, walking defiantly between Kisame and Deidera on the way out of the hide out.
"Itachi!" Kisame yelled after him. "ITACHI!!!"
Sakura ran to catch up with Itachi. He grabbed her arm, hoisting her up on his back and he began to run as quickly as possible. Sakura didn't say a word just let him run, holding on for dear life. Sakura wanted desperately to know what he was thinking at that moment.
Itachi began to slow down, finally stopping in a miniscule clearing. Sakura held her breath as she looked at Itachi. It was strange seeing him without the Akatsuki cloak, standing there in his black pants and simple black, long-sleeved shirt. What should she say? What was there to say? What next?
Sakura walked up to him, watching his body move with the constant rhythm of his breathing. She grabbed his hand, pressed her lips to his cold knuckles. A couple tears escaped down her cheek as she then pressed his hands to her cheek.
Itachi ripped his hands out of hers, grabbing her shoulders and throwing her body against him. He held her there for a while and then let go of her, seizing her chin and pressing his lips on hers. She let him kiss her like that; it was graceful as usual, but there was a frustrated subtly in it. He stopped, stepping away from her.
She watched him carefully, silently.
"Itachi, I—we can't do this anymore." Sakura whispered. Itachi looked up at her words. He opened his mouth to speak but she interrupted him. "Please. I can't take your whole life away from you like this. I can't take the Akatsuki away from you. I love you too much to do that to you."
"Sakura, don't say that. I'm done with them. Now that I've finally found you, nothing is going to get in our way. Do you understand? Don't give me this shit about taking away my life. You are my life now." Itachi said, trying to maintain eye contact with her, but Sakura kept looking at the ground. She was slightly confused. Uchiha's didn't give up their life missions for anything, but Itachi was throwing away his for her.
This was putting a lot of pressure on her to be a freaking amazing lover. Shit.
"Do you understand?" Itachi asked again, grasping her chin, forcing her to look at him. She nodded, and then leaned in to kiss him gently.
***
Orochimaru smiled. How delightfully opportunistic this situation had become. Kabuto stood in front of him, his head slightly bowed but one couldn't miss the way the corners of his lips curled upwards in a horrifically morbid smile.
Itachi has fallen for this Kunoichi. The words repeated over and over in Orochimaru's head. This was too good for words. All that was flashing in his mind were different ways of killing this beautiful girl, to rip out the heart of Uchiha, Itachi. Just the thought of his scarlet eyes made red hot flashes of anger sear through his body. He hated that man-the only one that could ever defeat him. But now Orochimaru had the upper hand.
What more, this was the perfect moment to further use Sasuke. As his malevolent plan formulated in his head, all Orochimaru could do was throw his head back and laugh.
Akfjaw;eoign;sna;dina;eoifja;igsdvkdiweaeionfgdf THERE. Haha. I read your comments and am so grateful for all the constructive criticism. As I was rereading this I started laughing at the ridiculousness of what I had written. As it was…er…so long ago…(sorry!) I'm not sure of the details but I know at the time I was writing this I was angry. Therefore, I let my emotions out through writing this chapter, and, sadly, through Itachi who, according to the lovely "Not Important" said was a 'lunatic,' with every right to call him so. The next chapter should be out soon, please don't be disenchanted with this story because of my poor judgement of character…literally…lol.