Authors Note: Sorry for the slow update, I've been stuck on a writers block. I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it's not too long but it should work in holding you guys over until I formulate another chapter. Enjoy!


ENVY MY PAIN

Lost and Found

By: A Sinners Curse


Jealousy danced within the crimson depths of his hues. Itachi had composedly watched his pet's betrayal. He simply watched impassively, as she submitted herself to her Shinobi lover. What made the envy of his hate stronger, was that he not just any Shinobi, this man was the worldly renowned Copy-Nin. Itachi's face maintained its placid expressionless form. The only thing that betrayed him was his raging inner turmoil of emotions. His body was tense and rigid. Not one person observing him would know that the former ANBU captain was seething inside.

His teeth began to grind in an ungodly unison as his inner battle of jealousy continued to escalade within him. It was a first for the Uchiha; jealousy was an emotion that he'd ever experienced up until now. It made his heart pound, as the rhythmic beat began an annoying repetitious pounding within his ears. He was going mad as his body mocked his inner confidence. It was braking down walls he never knew were breach able. This madness was goading him farther into irritation. His chest constricted and tightened with a forced attempt to restraint. When he heard her cry out the Copy-Nins name in the throes of passion it broke him.

Yet no one could see him breaking. To his underlings and peers he looked nothing more then a posted guard. They would not see the Master who watched on with jealousy as His pet took to the arms of another Master. Itachi was already formulating a plan of punishment for her, and she'd pay for what she'd made him feel. How dare that low-level Kunoichi make him Uchiha Itachi feel.

His nostrils slightly flared under the disguise of his ANBU tribal marked lion mask. He would only watch the sexual betrayal of His Kunoichi and her former Sensei threw the window of the Copy-Nins bedroom. He made sure to watch the entire occurrence through the spiraling twist of his Sharingan-hues threw the two eye holes of his mask. He had an artful craft of disguise of a former ANBU of Konoha.

He had been playing this disguise for months now. He had infiltrated the enemy lines long before the abduction of Haruno Sakura. He'd known her and her attributes long before Konoha knew the true intents of the Akatsuki. He knew she had potential, to help aiding to the Cause of Akatsuki.

Itachi knew he was never to be trusted. He served no one, he trusted no one, and he confided in no one. He had used Leader, just as much as Leader used him. The Akatsuki had a cause, the same cause that Itachi felt to be his own. He smirked under the mask as he forged himself to remember the reason for his next objective. Itachi's overall mission was to rid the world of it weakness, its tradition, and its foundations. To break the world free from the bondages of what society had made it.

To his former village Konohagakure, he was a monster. To them he was nothing more then a blood trusty monster that was to be hunted down and trialed for the massacre of the Uchiha Clan. They wanted their justice; they wanted him to answer for his crimes. They wanted to punish him, torture him.

He snarled under breath at the mere though of submitting to Konoha. He was Uchiha Itachi the son of Fugaku and Mikoto Uchiha. He was Itachi the Shinobi who singlehandedly slaughtered his entire clan, all in a days work without the slightest regards of remorse or regret.

Had he not left Konohagakure his youngest brother, Sasuke? Was that not good enough? Was it his fault that Konohagakure's former police force was weak to defend itself against one single foe? Was it his fault that his clan was ineffective to protecting itself? Had it not been himself, it would have been another. Was it not better this way? That the Uchiha Clan had died out by one of its own, then by some outsider?

He mused over some thoughts he had not thought about in a long time. In it he began to remind himself of his overall goal of being here in Konoha. Sakura would have to wait, but he'd leave her with a few parting words before he'd leave indefinitely. Under the texture of the expressionless lion's head Itachi smirked with satisfaction.


Sakura suddenly awoke in a feverish sweat, she was grasping and panting for breath as her small delicate fingers nimbly reached for her throat. She began to skim down the column of her throat as she tried to confirm that she was not being strangled. She was wearing only the sheets of the bed as they clung to the sweat of her flesh.

"It was only a nightmare, Sakura. You are safe…there are ANBU posted outside the apartment keeping a good eye you," a tired voice broke the tense air around her. Her evergreen hues rested to the paleness of his naked back.

"It just feels so real," she felt like crying, but she held it in.

"Some nightmares are like that, you'll learn how to control them...in time." With that said Kakashi turned over to look her over. He sighed as he slid a hand to capture her bangs, before he smoothed them away.

"I've been selected for a solo-mission, today." He paused as he watched for any change to her features, before he continued, "and I'd be gone a fortnight. I've already notified the ANBU guards, and they'll make sure your safe."

She gave him this fearful look, one that showed she wasn't ready for him to go. "Why didn't you tell me before, we had…" She couldn't finish. She was blushing and embarrassed about what they both had done."

"I didn't anticipate making love to you Sakura, and I didn't know how I'd approach you on me leaving. I can decline the mission, if that's what you'd like?" He gave a soft smile, one that warmed her heart and made her slip down and capture him a hug as she nuzzled up so very warmly and affectionately to her former Sensei.

"No, I think it would be good for both of us. I'll never get my confidence back if you keep codling me Kakashi."

"Codling, am I?" The Copy-Nin smirked before he'd pin her to the bed, his lips brushing over her own. There was no masked to hide him, there was no fabric between them just flesh and flesh.

"I'll have to fix the errors of my ways, Miss Haruno."

She giggled as she playfully nipped at his lower lip. Before any of them new what they were doing, they were already fumbling into a replay of last night, and it was when Sakura felt a firm hot stiff rod pressing into her stomach she felt a wanton need of unnamable desire. She was intertwined in the sheets, which added to his cause in keeping her bound.

"Tell me, Sakura…if I leave on this mission do you promise that if something goes wary or if you start to lose your confidence you'll go to Tsunade?" He half asked, and half demanded before his lips dominated her own again.

"Yes," She grasped out before her hands wrapped around his neck and her fingers tangled into his hair. Sakura's hips where already arching for his touch, which earned her a rich chuckle from the man that loomed above her.

"Relax," he coxed her, trying to tame her passions and desires. The curse mark wouldn't be something that was going to help him much.

"Sakura, it's important that I prep for the mission. This will have to left as a to be continued, Sakura." He smiled a charming smile, a smile she'd always wished to see. It was amazing when you maintain a mental picture in your head so long, with these ridicules childish fabrications of what he'd looked like for all these years. He was normal, but yet the mysterious mask had added so much sexual appeal. He was so genuine, yet so surreal at the same time. She kissed him again, as she felt her heart jump.

"So, there will be another time?" She offered a shy smile, she had her doubts.

"Sakura, I have my doubts. I'm not exactly the committed type. You of all people know I'm promiscuous by nature." He pulled from the kiss, and he shot her a concerned look. He knew that she had deep feelings, feelings he did not think he could return at this point in there awkward relationship. He sighed, as he brushed her bangs again.

"It's not nature, it's by choice, and I understand."

She tugged the sheets closer to her body as she leveraged her weight to knock him off balance so she could get up. She wanted to distance herself from him, she understood his words, and they cut a bit too deep for her poor self esteem.

Kakashi Sighed, as he glanced at the mattress. He looked to be in a push-up position as he debated his next words carefully. Kakashi knew that he was dealing with. He was dealing with a very fragile Kunoichi. This had made there relationship all the more difficult, he should never have given into a one night of passion. Her emotions were still a jumble from the abduction, and the curse seal was still in effect.

"Sakura, we will talk about this when I get back, I promise."

"Kakashi, I think it's time that I move back to my own place. Like you said it's time that I move on…"

Kakashi's different colored hues shot towards her, with the fury of anger. His voice was deep, harsh, and his words cut into her even worse then his rejection earlier.

"Sakura, I never said that. Do not put words in my mouth." His words had a bite to them, "You're coming up with these imaginable beliefs in that head of yours. It's time that you grow up and realize the reality of things. I am your Team Leader, I am your former Sensei, and you are and will always be my subordinate. What transpired here was a mistake. I care deeply for you Sakura, but there is a fine like between teacher and student, just as there is for leaders and teammates. We crossed that fine line Sakura, and sometimes there is no going back. We've been walking the edge of that line for months, and now I'll admit I made a horrible mistake with sleeping with you. Not because I don't love you, not because I'm rejecting you. You know me Sakura; you know it in your heart that if this was possible between you and me that it would be a whole different story. "

"So, you tell me that we'll continue. Now you're saying it's over, you're not making any sense!" She began to sob, it tore his heart apart. He leapt from the bed and captured her in his arms. He felt her tears soaking into his bare flesh and the guilt began to tear him apart.

"Sakura, I'm just as confused as you on this. Tsunade gave me the orders to be your guardian to watch over you and protect you. This was something that wasn't planned. Look, don't be so quick to assume things. This is something that needs to be talked over, discussed. I'm coming back Sakura, and when I do I expect you in our home and in this bed."

He smiled as he kissed her forehead; he crushed her tightly into a loving embrace.

Sakura forced a smile, and she gave a nod into his chest as she nuzzled closely to him. He always made her feel so safe. Even when he was the reason for the pain, it was as if he always made it his own responsibility to mend away her fears and unwanted feelings of emotional pain.

"Okay, go get ready Kakashi. I have some things I need to do around this Apartment anyways."

"Perfect. Thank you for understanding Sakura." He bent down and kissed her softly, sweetly, and oh so gently. She felt guilty, because no matter what she told him she was going to leave this place. She didn't have the heart to tell him, or the mental strength to fight him. She turned to the bed, as she began to strip it. She'd wash the sheets for him and clean the small apartment up before she left. She'd water his plants, and take care of his alley cat that periodically checked in for a warm place to sleep, and a nice meal to munch on. It was so strange, how she adapted to quickly into his life style and his schedule. It was as if it wasn't a hundred percent real. At times she was afraid that she was still tied into a illusion that Itachi had woven over her.

She despaired at that thought, as she pulled over one of Kakashi's larger shirts. She pressed herself to the window as she gazed out to enjoy the views of Konohagakure. She missed him, as much as she hated him for what he'd done and what he planned for her future. Despite all his evils, she still cared for him. An apart of him seemed to embed its way into her life force. It was an awkward feeling but he always felt so close. She felt the tears of her inner turmoil slip out, as it cascaded down along the swell of her cheeks. She traced the cool morning glass with her fingertips, as she felt her chest constrict with a deep sob of regret. Itachi would hate her now, and he'd never want her back. Just as much as Kakashi wanted her, he'd never fight for her. She tensed for a second, as she paused to glance up at the swaying tree. She felt it, if only for a fleeting moment. She felt her body grow ridged with fear as she backed away from the window glace as moved closer to washing away her anxiety of worry. She was making her self worry again; she was thinking about him…it was always like this. She moved to the dryer where there uniforms were now crisp dry. She grabbed them out and placed a clean set inside his bathroom on the counter, as she set hers on the dresser.

She returned with the sheets, as she began to pile them into the washer. She dropped in some soap and fabric softener before she closed the lid down. It was always like this, she'd be the one who took on the responsibilities of a dutiful girlfriend or nurturing wife, as he played the role of the fraudulent husband. He came out of the shower, toweled of and slipped into his uniform. He walked out, and took noitice of his pack laying at the door, already packed and ready for his mission. He smiled under his masked.

"Thank you Sakura-Chan," He bent over, and with masked lips he kissed her softly.

"Enjoy your mission," She looked away with distance. But, before she could despair she found her chin within the grip of two stronger fingers. She tried to blink away the tears but he knew her all to well. She tensed when she felt the flesh of his lips capturing her tears in an angel like kiss, a kiss so soft that it wasn't Kakashi. She felt even worse, knowing that she was going to leave him. She couldn't live this pretend life anymore. She wanted it to be real.

"We'll talk when I return, Sakura-Chan. I promise, wait for me."

With a few hand signs, he was gone. She felt her tears return as she sobbed by the front door. She couldn't wait for him, because she knew that he was right. No matter how much they wanted to make things work, he was her Sensei and she was his student. Despite her being a ANBU recruit, and despite her being an equal in the levels of Shinobi. He'd always be her superior and she'd always be the subordinate. She cried, for her weakness and her inability to strive as a Kunoichi and as a Shinobi. Her flaw was always going to be herself.

She had spent an hour alone, in the vacant apartment. She sat and thought over her life, and where it was headed. No matter how hard she thought about this, she kept coming to the conclusion that she no longer had a place in Konoha. She was one of the finest Medic Shinobi the village had seen in decades, she'd even come to surpassing her teacher Tsunade. This Left Sakura on pause, halting her in advancing in her career as a Medic-Nin. Tsunade had nothing more to teach her, it was left to Sakura to experience the hardships of missions and the hardships of a team. Leaving her in sticky situations that would force her to improve and strengthen her skills as a Medic Shinobi.

She had been so deep in thought, that she never heard the light footsteps of the man behind her. She never heard the whispering of his breath as he inhaled and exhaled. She had placed her guard down, and it left her open to an enemy. She continued to think deeply about her future when a shadow loomed above her, drawing her from her thoughts and into a fright of panic. She went to scream but she found her vocals whispered by the harsh hand that found it's way over her lips. She began to sob with pleases as her capture pulled her from her chair and into strong slender arms.

"It's been awhile Sakura, and here I thought you'd greet your long lost teammate with greetings and salutations." The voice was whispered behind the concealment of a mask. She shivered, as she began to fight for leverage.

"I'll let you go Sakura, on the condition that you don't scream. Understood?"

She nodded her head, and debated if she'd scream or not. When she felt the hand fall from her lips, and the hands that bound her release her. She spun on the heels of her feet as she went into a protective stance. At first she felt her heart tug into horror as she noticed the long raven locks, and the red Sharingan-hues gazing at her threw the open holes in the mask. She wanted to whisper the words Itachi, but she knew better. This man was not Uchiha Itachi, he was the youngest brother. The same younger brother who had abandoned her and team seven years ago.

"Where is he Sakura?"

"Where is who, Sasuke?"

"Don't play coy with me, Sakura. You know who I'm referring to. So let's cut the welcome committee and get right down to business. The Head Quarters for the Labyrinth where it is?"

"I don't know, I was rendered unconscious both ways I couldn't tell you."

He snarled at her, as he moved closer to her. He drew his mask up as his eyes gave off a dark glow that seemed to illuminate an even darker aura of hate and malice around him. He took two steps to counter her for every stumbling step she took to escape from him. Sasuke was not playing games, he came with a purpose and he'd be damn if she'd play stupid with him.

"Sakura, your brilliance will be your undoing. I'd never expect a genius like you to fall pray to the stupidity of society. You're probably the smartest Kunoichi's in Konoha. So therefore I'll value with whatever information you have in that pretty little head of yours. Either you freely give me what I want, or I'll forcibly take what I want. Either way Sakura, your outcome will be a losing factor in the larger scheme of things. It's not like you to protect evil."

"You're just as evil, if not worse then Itachi himself. Sometimes I think you make the better villain."

"Then the villain I am Sakura, and the eviler I've become. To kill evil Sakura, you must become evil. You must eliminate all weakness. To overcome the boundaries of being someone's tool, you become your own." He gave her a harsh glance, before he continued, "You on the other hand are an emotional insanity of what a Shinobi should never become. You might be brilliant, you might be physically strong, but your weakness is that low self-esteem. I could easily break you with merely the use of words. I could make you crumble at my feet, in tears and sorrow of regret." He wore a sinister grin to his lips.

"Enough with the small talk Sakura, you're only postponing the inevitable. Where is my brother? Don't make me rip it from you Sakura."

She began to panic; she knew everything he spoke in that monotone voice of hate was true. He'd rape the information from her body. All he needed was eye contact. Those eyes where as deadly as sin, which made her evergreen hues dart to the wooden floor panels to avoid his piercing gaze. She knew that she had to avoid the direct contact between the activated Sharingan and her own eyes. Even with her head bowed, she could feel how intense is gaze was. It felt like he could read the very depths of her soul.

"Please Sasuke, I don't know. I'm telling you the truth!" Her voice begged for his mercy.

"I do not show mercy, to friend or foe Sakura. You will tell me what I need to know."

"I don't know anything! I swear it Sasuke I don't know anything."

"Really, so what about that curse seal twined around your very whom, deep inside you?" His finger tips skimmed across the flesh. She cried out softly as his skin made contact with the outer markings. It made her burn, and itch with hidden desires.

"I don't understand any of it Sasuke. I just know that I hurt, I ache, and I feel pain."

"So to dull that ache, you'd sleep with our Sensei Sakura? You've truly become the prize my brother planned you to be. A whore, a slut, a women who openly gives herself away…you think that I'd ever except you after all of that Sakura? What real man would want another mans used property?"

"Stop it Sasuke, just stop…you don't have to say those things to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry does the truth hurt? I haven't even begun with you Haruno Sakura and your already pleading for me to stop. Now you will tell me Slut, everything to the smallest detail of my brother has told you."

"He told me…that…I was his pet."

"Continue whore."

She cried, and sobbed at the cruel worlds of Uchiha Sasuke, as he pressed her against the wall of the apartment. His lips hung over her ear as he began to whisper cruel words, words that cut so deep inside her inner conscience that it made her gasp for air.

"He wants Naruto-Kun, because of the Kyuubi inside him."

"I already know that, tell me more…" He stroked her tear that stained cheek, he stroke with the gentleness that made her body freeze with fear. She could feel something wasn't right.

"He was going to use me for bait."

"Continue…" His lips began to kiss and nibble at her ear making Sakura tense in even greater fear. This was nothing like Sasuke.

"And when I returned home, I tried everything in my power to dull my ache for him, and I thought I hated him all this time. Now I realize that I fell in love with him…" Sakura stated in a whisper, before she found herself pushing herself to the toes of her feet so that her lips could crush softly into the man that loomed above her. Her kiss was soft and gentle and her arms wrapped around his neck tugging him closer to her. It was then that the disguise of Sasuke faded, and Itachi took its place.

"Please, Itachi….take me with you."

A smirk slithered like a snake upon the Uchiha's face. As his hand smoothed away the pink bangs that concealed her evergreen hues from his.

"Look at me," he commanded with a harsh use of worlds. She complied the second she heard his command. It was as if he'd mastered her, trained her for only him. She'd missed the control he'd forced upon her. She missed his commands, and his over dominate ways. She missed everything about him, down to the cruelness of his discipline and his methods of humiliation.

"You betrayed me, pet. Are you prepared for you punishment?"


Chapter notes: I want to thank each and every reviewer who reviewed the last chapter. I know that there are some of you who'd like to see this turn into a Kakashi Sakura Fanfic. I apologize that this isn't going to end up being a two sided fanfic. This is strictly Itachi Sakura, with some conflicts from other characters. So tell me, would you like for this story to end here or to continue? Where do you guys see this story going, or hope for it to turn? Do you want a happy ending or a sad ending? I'm debating either or, so you're input is very important.