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Chapter Nine.
"WELCOME to our home."
Landing at Tokyo, Sakura had enjoyed the helicopter ride that had taken them on the final leg to their journey to his home, and everywhere Sakura looked the view was stunning. Houses perched on top of houses all staring out to the twinkling ocean, and Itachi's family home was the jewel in the crown, the basic home had been lavishly extended and every room was angled to take in the spectacular sea view.
Itachi's mother's welcome was warm and effusive, pulling Sakura into an embrace and kissing her on both cheeks, then guiding her through to a large terrace that ran the length of the house while chatting non-stop in her rich accent, alternating between English and Japanese.
"Itachi!" The squeals of delight from Rin followed behind by Itachi's younger baby brother Sasuke had Sakura smiling, and he was far more pleased to see his brother than Sakura's own brothers ever were, hugging his younger brother, teasing his soon-to-be wife Rin about the face pack she was wearing and introducing the couples to Sakura, who Sasuke eyed with the same suspicious charcoal eyes as his nii-san, but he smirked before drifting back to his bedroom.
"Where is Otosan?" Itachi asked.
"He is asleep…..Oh!," Mikoto said, and she gave a warm smile as her husband entered. Tall and thin, his once raven hair peppered with sliver, he would have cut an imposing figure in his time.
"Itachi!" he acknowledges his son. Itachi briefly gave him a small nod, but Sakura could feel the sudden tension in the room. "Who is she?"
"This is Sakura." Itachi's voice was just touch short as he introduced her to his father. Despite Fugaku's fragility he took her firmly by the hands and welcomed her to the family…..making a kissing gestures with his fingers when he saw the pressive earrings, which made Mikoto laugh.
"Come, Fugaku…" she plumped the cushions on what must be his seat and fussed over him as he lowered his tall frame. Sakura stood, suddenly awkward as Itachi just watched his face as impassive mask Sakura couldn't interpret.
"Itachi is upset." As Sakura did the right thing and helped his mother prepare coffee in the kitchen, finally there was an explanation for his strange lack of reaction. "It is hard for him to see his father so ill. It is almost a year since Itachi was here, it would be diffucult for him to see the changes."
"Of course." Sakura set up the tiny coffee cups on saucers and it should have appeased her, except it didn't. Itachi had his own plane, his own travel team for heaven's sake and even his selfish brother managed a visit to their father once a month, there was surely a lot more behind this family that kept Itachi away so coolly.
It was a busy house. The drinks and pastries that had been set up were not hust for Itachi and Sakura's benefit, but for an endless parade of guests, all wanting to meet Itachi's girlfriend and to wish Sasuke well for his big day. And Itachi saw the strain showing in Sakura's face as the shadows lengthened, and he was proud of her, proud of how easy she had made it for him to be here, and he wanted to make it easier for her too.
"I though I might take Sakura out for dinner. I know you are busy…"
There were protests from Mikoto, of course, but not too many. Fukagu was tired and wanted to get back to his bed, and Sasuke being the duck butt he is, was calling for help from the bedroom. Just a typical family two days before the wedding, and, as pleasant as the afternoon had been, it was rather nice to get out.
They walked through the beach, the scent of the sea filling the late summer sky, and he took her to an Italian restaurant. No matter how many Italian restaurants she had been to before, nothing could compare to the simple fare of fresh pasta swished in basil pesto and lavishly smothered in Parmesan. The wine was rich and deep and fruity, and they sat outside drinking it, they had eaten out together on many occasions, both in London and many other countries, this was nothing like a business dinner, because here no business was discussed.
Her eyes were huge in the candlelight. Her laughter infectious, and for the first time at home Itachi relaxed, till the conversation turned personal.
"So you brought Karin here..." She took a sip of her wine rather than look at him.
"It was a bad idea." Itachi finally admitted. "Karin insisted it would change nothing."
"But it did?"
"My family assumed we were serious and then Karin started believing it too."
"It is so impossible?" Sakura blinked. "You talk as if you've no intention of ever settling down."
"I don't." Itachi said. "I would grow bored, restless...I would rather have my pick." he gave her a smile. "Japanese men get better looking as they get older, so i don't think I'll be short of company."
And it was honest, so why did it hurt her?
The thought of him in years to come, that charcoal hair dashed with silver, his distinguished features slightly more ravaged, this beautiful man walking the planet alone...yes, she couldn't deny that it hurt.
"I'm surprise you haven't built a hotel here, if you don't like staying with your family." Sakura refused to get morose.
"It is often suggested by developers, but it would ruin it. There are natural springs close by, so it would certainly be a tourist paradise, but..." Itachi shook his head. "No." He had no desire to be here anymore than he had to and no desire to discuss his family further, so he concentrated on their meal instead. "There are two desserts." Itachi translated the menu for her. "Tiramisu or tiramisu with cream..."
Itachi liked it when Sakura laughed, liked it that she didn't decline desserts and instead ordered it with cream, liked eating with a women who actually enjoyed it!
"They made it once a week, and each night they soak in a little more liquor, so by Friday it has reached perfection." he told her.
"Then thank god it's Friday." She smiled.
She had tasted many tiramisu, some good some bad, tiramisu ice cream, tiramisu from the supermarket, even tiramisu from an expensive Italian restaurant Itachi has taken her to with clients, but as the sweet moist dessert met her mouth Sakura realised she had never really tasted tiramisu.
"It's gorgeous." she closed her eyes and relished it for a moment.
And so are you. Itachi thought, watching her.
She could feel his eyes on her, and dashed to the ladies room to touch up her make-up, wrestled with underwear that was suppose to smooth out bumps and realised that maybe the tiramisu was more potent than it looked as she struggled to replace the top on her lip gloss.
Or she'd had too much wine with dinner, Sakura thought, staring at her glittering eyes and rosy cheeks.
Or maybe it was just a reaction to the company!
Even if it wasn't real, it was so good to be away, to forget, to be twenty-five years old today and go out for dinner with the sexiest man in the world.
He signed for the bill and they wandered back, taking the sandy route. Sakura slipped off her sandals, feeling a million miles from home, from everything, as her feet sank into the wet sand, and her ankles were bathed by the warm sea.
"How can you bear to stay away?" She murmured.
"You eventually get tired of the view." Itachi said, "no matter how beautiful."
"I meant from your family."
"You've seen my schedule." Itachi shrugged, and then expanded a little. "I ring, I send money,
I try to get back when i can..." He knew it sounded lame, knew she thought him a selfish person, and that was completely fine with him.
They stopped walking, Itachi picked up a handful of stones and skimming them out to sea, looking out at the rolling waves and the high crescent of a new moon. He relented a touch about his family, he told himself it was because he didn't want to kill the mood, but...she was nice to talk to, "It's not just the view you get tired of but the place, the people, the unspoken rules..."
"Rules?"
"Family." There was a scathing note to his voice. "Everything is for appearances' sake, that is why I am here, remember! What will people think if the brother, the eldest son, just drop in for the wedding? That is the type of question you hear all the time as you grow up. They are so worried about how they appear, what people will think. There is shame that their eldest son is not settled down. Every time I come home, it's always the same questions..."
"And that's enough to keep you away?" She didn't but it. "A few questions?"
"You see a frail old man near death, Sakura." She felt the prickles on the back of her neck rise as he continued, "And the people here sees the patriarch of the Uchiha family, close to end of a good and rice life..."
"What to you see, Itachi?" she asked quietly.
"My mother's fear." If it was only hundredth of it, it was still more than he'd ever admitted to anyone, and there was this curl of trepidation in his stomach as for the first time he broke the Uchiha code of silence. "How, even when he can hardly walk, she still jumps when he enters a room, still laughs too loudly at his jokes..."
"Was he violent towards her?" Sakura asked
"A bit." His guard shot back up. "Yet he is weak and pathetic now, there is nothing more to fear."
"Is that why you stay away?"
Itachi shrugged, a bit guilty now, embarrassed perhaps at admitting so much, and he tried to laugh it off. "Apparently i should have married some sweet virgin, produced several children by now, no matter whether or not it makes me happy."
"But you haven't." Sakura pointed out.
"Because there are no more virgin, no good-looking ones anyway."His mouth curved into a
smile at his own joke and then, he remembered. "Sakura, I'm sorry!" He had to run to catch up with her. "I forgot, okay?"
"Just leave it." she shrugged him off, angry, annoyed, embarrassed and very, very close to tears. She was sick of it, sick of it, sick of it!
"Hey," He caught her hand and spun her around, "I'm sorry if I offended you, i just never thought..."
"No, you didn't!" Sakura flared.
"You're not ugly...you're gorgeous." Itachi attempted, "and the guy who gets you will be a lucky man indeed." Huge green eyes looked up to him. "I'm just not sure that should be me..." He stared at the oh, so, familiar beach, dragged in the familiar smells,and though he desperately wanted her, he didn't actually have to have her, there was sweet relief in just her company tonight and knowing that she would be beside him tonight.
"Even if I want it to be you?"
"Sakura..."He didn't finish so they walked on in silence, and it was Itachi who finally broke it.
"Come on, let's het home. I'll text Okasan and let her know." Which seemed a strange thing for a playboy to do so, but she was too upset about how the night had turned out, and really never gave it another thought, especially when they steeped into a house that was in darkness.
"They must have gone to bed." Itachi said, and then the light snapped on.
"Surprise!" she saw the usually deadpan Itachi grinning at her stunned reaction, as shouts of "Happy birthday" rang out, and slowly the relisation set in that this was all for her.
Itachi could have never known how much this might mean to her, how completely overwhelming this was because there were gifts all prettily wrapped and a table set with glasses and liqueurs and, Centre stage, a cake. A huge sponge filled with cream and iced on top and in shaky handwriting the words Happy Birthday Sakura .
"Sorry," Mikoto said, "Fukaku wanted to stay up but he was tired." Sakura could see the mood in the house was actually better without him, and then Mikoto apologize that the cake was home-made , which made Sakura's eyes well up, "Itachi only told me yesterday,there was no time to order one and..."
"Yesterday?" Her head whipped around him that he had known all along, before she'd even told him, and that he had thought to ring ahead and arranged all this for her...
"Did you really think I'd forget your birthday?"
She opened her gifts, first a stunning white lace nightdress from Mikoto. "For your trousseau," she hinted. There was some body lotion and perfume from Sasuke and Rin, and from Itachi a silver charm bracelet, with diamond studded "S" and a pretty horoscope charm. The Virgo Lady, dangling on her bracelet, which he'd brought before he'd known she really was one!
Did everything led there!
"Sakura wanted to start a charm bracelet collection." Itachi said as he snapped it on her wrist and kissed her trembling mouth, and she wondered at what a convincing lover he made.
"Then we will know what to get you at Christmas." Mikoto smiled and it was too much, the unexpected kindness, the care, the cake and the fact that there would be no family Christmas, that none of this was real...
Tiny thoughts, like flickering starts were there on the periphery of her mind, and she was almost scared to focus on them in case they flared.
Cakes and presents and the love that her mother had denied her. Yet a thousand miles from home and with people she didn't know, it wasn't the time to be exploiting her feelings, so again she squashed them down, plastered a smile on her face and carried on with the celebration.
Except Itachi noticed her anguish.
"Time for bed..." he announced, and there was an endless round of kissing and goodnights so that rather than being nervous of being led to his bedroom, by the time they got there she was actually relieved.
Relieved when he closed the door and it was just the two of them.
"What's going on, Sakura?" He meant it this time, wasn't going to be fobbed again, only she couldn't tell him, just couldn't go there with Itachi, not with a man who didn't really want to get involved with her.
And then her phone rang.
"Happy birthday,darling!"
"Dad?" she couldn't believe it, she had rung the home before dinner just to say goodnight and had been told that he was resting. Not for a minute had she expected him to remember it was her birthday. "I couldn't sleep, Sakura. They let me come to the nurse's office and ring you..." not once growing up had he made a fuss of her. Everything had been dismissed with words like, "Oh, you're just like your mother," and only now was she starting to get it, only now did she understand that maybe he had been terrified of losing her too.
'I love you, my baby girl," And those stars flickered brighter then as she recalled words used by him before her mother had gone, the love for her that had always been there in him but which had taken illness to help in re-emerge. "Happy Birthday."
"That was Dad." she tried to make light of it to Itachi. "Heaven knows what the nursing home will charge for a mobile call."
He frowned at her pale face, "Worth it, though?"
"Yes." She sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, and then out her head in her hands.
"I found something out," Sakura finally admitted. "About her."
"Your mother?" And she couldn't speak. Tears that she had always, always pushed back were trickling down her checks. "I always thought that she'd been living at home when she died, that she didn't want to leave us."
He knew better than to ask a question now.
"Dad said something last night, and I asked my brother about it. It shouldn't really matter..." She attempted her brother's Sora dismissive take, only it didn't work. "She walked out on us, a month before the accident. She'd gone to find herself, apparently !" Her eyes turned to him for answers. "I don't know how to feel any more, I don't know who she was. She walked out on us..."
"Sakura, you can still mourn her, still love her. Who knows what would have happened had she lived? She could have come back, or come to get you..."
Oh what was the point explaining it to him? Instead, she headed for the bathroom, brushed her teeth and stripped on her candy striped pyjamas, and when she came out of the bedroom she looked so young, so vulnerable and just so lovely that for Itachi there was no question.
Sex was off the agenda.
She was just too raw, too vulnerable right-now. He did have some moral guidelines and to have her fall in love with him, only for him to break it off, well, he didn't think he could do it to her.
He lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling, as she climbed into bed besides him.
Every laugh, every word, every chink of glass had him on edge , hell, he hated this house at night.
What did she have to be a virgin for?
He wanted to lose himself in sex, wanted to block everything out except the smell and feel and taste of her. He could hear her crying quietly besides him; he hated tears than anything, resisted tenderness at all costs, and yet there was no avoiding her tears, nowhere to escape to tonight.
"Sakura." He spoke gently into the darkness, "Do you want to talk?"
"No!" She was sick of talking, of thinking, and now she had started she couldn't stop crying.
God, he was used to woman's tears, but usually when he was ending an affair. He chose women carefully. Yes, Sakura had been a gamble, yes, he was attracted to her, to her fiery independence, to the humour, to the fire and yet she lay besides him, suddenly fragile, and it unnerved him.
He put a hand on her shoulder, was that what he should do? He sort of parted it and she even managed a small smile at his strange attempt at comfort, realising he was exquisitely uncomfortable with her display of emotion.
So was she usually, yet tonight it came in waves, waves that had been building for nearly twenty years.
That first day of school when all the mums had stood at the gates and she had walked in with her brothers.
Her first period, when it had been the school nurse that had explained this terrible thing that had happened and told her too late that it was completely normal.
Her first bra. She'd shoplifted it. Long bruised memories were hurtling in, the one time in her life she'd stolen, but rather that than ask her father to buy one for her.
But always, in her heart, Sakura had carried the memory of her mother, sure, quit, quit sure that her mother would have given anything to be there with her.
Only she hadn't, because she'd left her.
And now, lying in bed, she felt as if she was failing.
Anger for all the things she had missed out on was seething inside her.
And she lay in a strange place in a strange bed, with a playboy who didn't deal in emotions when hers were exquisitely raw.
She actually felt sorry for him.
His hand was still patting her in a sort of there, there motion, this sight note of horror in his voice as he felt her shiver at the prospect of the grief she must hold in for now. Yet it was leaking from her eyes, from her breath, this scream inside that was building, the tension in her muscles where she wanted to just run...to curl up, to howl and to weep.
He turned her over to face him.
"Sakura, stop this!"
"I can't!" It was a panic attack, as if she was chocking, tears shuddering inside her.
She was this contrary bundle in his arms, tense then pliant, sobbing but distant. He felt her push him away and then he felt her head on his chest, felt the dampness of tears then her furious withdrawal as she wrestled away. And he let her go but she came back and so he comforted her in the only way he knew how...he kissed her.
It infuriated her that this was his answer, enraged her so she almost pushed him away, appalled. Except it had helped. His mouth, his tongue had flicked her thoughts from pain to pleasure and then he'd stopped.
"I'm sorry," he whispered
But Sakura wasn't, the room was suddenly too small, the bed too small when her emotions were so big, and she couldn't think, she just couldn't stand to think, so she kissed him back hard. Pressed her red angry face to his and kissed his mouth fiercely, forcing his lips apart with her tongue, because if he was so good, if this was where it was leading, then better it was now, better this Playboy, right?
"Hey." He pulled down her hands, that were clapped behind his head, and moved his head back.
"Worried you're being used?" Sakura jeered.
"I'm not worried about me..." He held her hands and stared into her eyes, and at that second he recognised himself, those nights when he climbed into a woman rather than explore his thoughts that need for escape, for release. He had just never expected to see it in her, but it was there, and you had to know it to recognised it, "I'm worried you don't know what you're doing."
"I want his, Itachi." Oh. Yes, she did, she wanted comfort, she wanted him!
"I don't want you regretting it..."
"I won't." She held his eyes and made her promise. "I won't regret it, Itachi. I want his."
And she did.
She wanted comfort and hell, she was twenty-five! Some time in the future, some time never, when she'd got over him, she could step out into the world of men knowing what it was like to make love with someone.
She wanted to know that so much.
And she wanted him.
All of him.
There was a fuzzy logic in her mind, she was going to lose him anyway so she wanted all of him now. She just had to hold onto her heart, that was all.
"I want this," she repeated. Of that she was certain.
"I know it's not going anywhere. I know that's not what you want from me."
Itachi stared down at her flushed face and glittering eyes and suddenly he wanted this too.
"One moment." he stood to go to the bathroom, his condoms deliberately still unpacked in his toiletry bag, but she caught his arm.
"I'm on the pill."
He cursed himself. "Sakura..." her naivety worried him. "It's not just for pregnancy, you have to make sure he..." It made him wince to think that there would ever be someone else making love to Sakura, that he was somehow breaking her in for others to enjoy.
"Do you?" Only she wasn't being naive, she was bold. "Always wear one?"
"Always." Itachi swallowed, understanding her meaning, he knew he was healthy and he knew she was too. She was offering him the golden key, yet he hesitated, this rare intimacy alien to him.
It was a tentative kiss, both holding onto their hearts, both refusing for a moment to melt into the sheer, utter bliss of each other.
"We can get ride of these." Awkward for the first time in the bedroom, he unbuttoned her pyjama top and slid it over her shoulders, removing his own underwear and then sliding off her pyjama bottoms.
The sight of him naked did nothing to still her nerves. She had nothing with which to compare it, except the sealed section of a magazine, but she knew he was pretty spectacular.
"Should we put a towel down or something?" Sakura asked, and Itachi felt as clinical as a surgeon setting up to operate.
"I'm scared." Sakura admitted, "Nice scared, but..."
"Me too." Itachi grinned, staring down at his unusually less than responsive manhood, and then he laughed, because it was strange to be talking about it, sex, something that usually just, um, happened, and he realised that this had to be better than good, for her sake.
He turned to face her with a strange weight of responsibility on his shoulder, because he wanted this to be right for her. That last kiss had been awkward so he ran his finger along her cheek and then down her arm,and then he stared at the full breasts that had always entranced him, naked now for him to kiss. His hand cupped her lovely bottom and she could feel the wet warmth of his mouth, the tender suckling on her nipples, which made her stomach tighten, and it was a curious warm feeling as his mouth took her breast deeper. And she touched him, too, in awe of his unfurling length against her thigh. Nervous, curious, but brave, she reached down and touched him and Itachi closed his eyes at her tender ministration.
"Is this right?"
He couldn't speak so he nodded and he still couldn't speak so he kissed her instead, not awkwardly this time, and this not a kiss like any he had known, this a tender, slow kiss that led to much more. His hand slid around the front from her bottom, to her most intimate place, where she was moist and warm. He stroked her there until he could hear her slight involuntary whimpers, and then slipped his fingers inside, stretching her slowly, sliding in and out till she was moaning in his arms.
For Sakura it was heaven, everything she'd hoped for and nothing like she'd read about, no pain, just bliss, his hand working magic, his mouth back on her nipples now, and she could feel the scratch of hair on his thighs as he moved closer between her legs.
Suddenly there was a need for more contact and he read her thoughts because he pushed her with his body onto her back and kissed her, not just with his mouth but with his skin, all of him pinning her to the bed, and for a while just the delicious, solid weight of him had her in ecstasy. Then he moved up on his elbow, her legs parting to accommodate him, and he was there at her entrance. She wasn't scared any more, just ready.
She had never been more ready for something in her life.
He was staring down at her with surprising tenderness in his eyes, a gentleness that she had never seen. And she felt as if they were starting something, as if they were going somewhere together. It wasn't just her body she had never trusted to another, but her mind too, and in that moment she let him in, she could feel the first slow, shallow thrusts, feel the stretch of her body as if tried to accommodate him, and the barrier of resistance, and she told herself over and over that she had to remember not to love him.
It hurt, this searing, this moment, and then it was gone, and whatever it was she had just lost, she had found so much more.
The feel of him inside her, the wonders of her own body, rising to greet him as he entered and then resisting each withdrawal, her hips moving to meet his. There was this pull in her stomach, little licks of heat in her thighs. She couldn't keep her eyes open, she was lost in the dark with him and she felt as if she'd been found.
He was moving harder now, and yet she could feel him hold back, only he didn't need to now. Her fingers ran down the length of his back holding his buttocks and pressing him into her, and Itachi had never been closer to anyone, had never been closer to himself, than he was at this moment. She was crying and he was kissing her, demanding, seeking and taking her all. He licked her tears and felt coil of her legs tighten around him as she gave her urgent consent. He drove in, feeling her in a way he had never felt a woman, the delicious slippery grip of her, the first flickers of her orgasm beating like the first heavy raindrops of a gathering storm. He could feel her mouth on his chest, muffling the pleasure she felt, and he felt her moans vibrate through his heart. Suddenly she was climaxing and so now could he, spilling inside her as she swelled in rhythmic spasms tighter and tighter, dragging him deeper inside her.
He wanted them in this place for ever, could feel his body winding down from the giddy rush, hear his own ragged breathing that heralded the end. Then he did something else he never had before, sated, replete and utterly spent, he looked down at where she lay beneath him and lowered his head and kissed her.
To Be Continue...
Ooookay...so it wasn't that long but...don't worry, just give me a day or two and the next chapter will be up before you know it. And in the meantime you guys can give me your opinions about this chapter.
Also, i don't know what the hell is going on between me and those Italian restaurants but i just love eating there so i hope you guys don't mind our Itachi kun taking Sakura chan there to eat right...? I sure hope not...
Anyways...
Until the next time...