{A/n;;This chapter is told via Itachi's Pov and contains a lot of romantic fluff and other stuff due to reviewer request :3 Check it~ Disclaimer;Don't make me anime cry all you v.v;;.

-S.s

Upon waking up, Itachi had left the hotel to send a message to Pein on their recent activities. He took in the dawn's bright lights with a renewed reverence. The world seemed to move in slow motion for him. His interest in his surroundings was particular and meticulous. His new sight would not be wasted, ever again. His first task completed he was content to stroll the city streets, taking in every sight, every smell, anything and everything.

He met up with Deidara who had received another mission to the land of the waves, this one a solo. He was pleased with this as it would help further his investigation with the pink-haired kunoichi. Deidara reluctantly transported away from town via one flying clay bird with one final wave for the pinkette who Itachi was sure he fancied. Their interactions had not failed to amuse Itachi, they had become very close in such a short time.

Leader had granted two weeks of vacation time as a reward for a timely mission completion, this would be time well spent for Itachi. They had moved to a minor base near the border of sound country. The estate itself was a compound filled with various traps and training grounds. Most would call the house suicidal but it suited Itachi to a T.

His mind was churning with ideas, when Sakura found him near the waterfall that cascaded near the house. He took in her appearance; she wore what appeared to be large fluffy towel barely covering her form, her long hair piled atop her head with careful precision. Her eyes were everywhere but upon his as she shucked her towel, and dived into the rippling waters. After a minute of suspense she surfaced, her hands clasped on her prize; some algae that seemed unsuitable for human consumption. Her hands were gentle as she placed said plant in a basket near the shore and repeated the action several times.

Sakura failed to acknowledge him and Itachi was never one to be ignored. Whilst her back was turned, and her attention diverted he stripped. Leaving all articles of clothes, save for his necklace, he dived into the pool allowing the refreshing waters of the cascade flow over him. Sakura stopped short in her work, her mouth gaping as she took in his naked form, his back to her. His sopping raven locks were free and fell about his shoulders like black mist. She took in the droplets that clung to his broad shoulders and attempted to stifle a gasp unsuccessfully.

"You find my form pleasing Haruno-san?" He asked turning around to face her, his body visible from the waist up.

All possible retorts died, her brain going completely blank. Squeaking indignantly she sunk deeply into the water attempting to preserve some of her discarded modesty. He watched her difficulty at keeping her eyes on his with great mirth. Evidently the strain was too much for her as her eyes trailed down his well-muscled chest and torso. Her view restricted at his waist due to the water.

"You would wish me to leave?" He made motions to climb out, and Sakura frantically waved her hands at him. She was truly an enigma, which proved to be an endless puzzle for Itachi. She was always so sure herself, but she seemed downright enamored of his body, her innocence was astounding to him. She was unclaimed, and this left him off-kilter. He was baffled that no male had laid claim to such a desirable kunoichi. She was strong, loyal, and undoubtedly beautiful, a prize for any man.

"Er… Itachi-San, I'll leave you too your bath..." She attempted to cover her chest to no avail as she tried to reach her towel on the shoreline.

"Your form (presence?) does not offend me, Haruno-san, you may stay." Making the latter part of his statement lay as a demand rather than a question, he turned his back again to her and begun lathering his hair with soap that was nestled in the walls of the rocky waterfall.

"Sakura. You may as well call me Sakura, it's only fair." Her voice was timid but still forceful as her voice rang through the clearing.

Itachi knew the true reason she called him on a first name basis. The kunoichi did not wish to associate him with his brother, who as far as reports go, concluded she was infatuated with. Her very name was so fragile and fleeting; it truly did not suit her at all aside from her appearance. Sakura, the name was ridiculous, but indeed beautiful much like the owner. Not entirely sure were the latter thought popped up from, he chose to humor her.

"Hai, Haruno-san, you shall assist me." His voice was commanding as he flung his soap laden hair over his shoulder turning his chest against a nearby rock. She looked around hesitantly before she closed the distance and begun rinsing his hair, keeping as much space between them as humanly possible.

Her slender fingers were shaking as they gently massaged through his hair with scrupulous accuracy. He let her hands linger longer than necessary as she begun to loosely braid his tangled hair using her fingers as a comb. Using a spare hair band she bound his hair and hastily backed up, her mission complete. Itachi couldn't have that, now could he?

He turned her around so that her back was exposed to him and begun lathering her hair with the same soap he had used moments before.

"Nani? Itachi-San?" Her voice was questioning, while she attempt to flee.

"It's only fair Sakura-chan, for me to return the favor you so graciously bestowed upon me." Her name sounded sweet on his lips and he savored the feel of the simple word. The texture of her hair was thick and wavy, he was sure that his own hair was far silkier, yet the mere color was fascinating to no end. Surely it was not hereditary? It would prove most interesting to find out, he was positive.

After braiding her hair tightly in the very same fashion in which she seemed to favor, she scampered from the pool of water, clutching her towel about her like a madwoman. He watched he dash into the house, reveling in her unnaturally pink tinged cheeks. Glancing at the algae she left behind, a dark chuckle escaped his lips. Haruno Sakura was indeed a pure being. It takes darkness to be able to fully understand said light, and Itachi knew that he had boundless amounts of this.

Itachi spent the remainder of the day tending to his training in the dojo. He practiced with each main weapon type and at the moment that was a simple katana. Caught up in the motions of his training exercises, he almost missed the creak of the dojo door. There Sakura was, clad in her training gi, her favored wakizashi at her side, she glanced at him defiantly only to go the opposite side of the gym.

Proudly she pulled a strip of cloth from her pocket to cover her eyes as she went about fighting an invisible opponent. Itachi truly couldn't have planned a better situation if he had tried. Well maybe, he really desired to…

Silent as a predator, he walked over to her biding his time. When she lunged for the imaginary kill, she met the clash of another blade. She stopped mid swing and moved to remove her makeshift blindfold, but Itachi would not have that. Grinning he swiped at her sword menacingly forcing her to defend herself. The clashes and clangs of their two swords lasted for hours before Itachi finally grew weary.

First he knocked her wakizashi from her grip by slapping the flat of his blade on her knuckles, yelping she dropped her sword. Closing in he breached her defenses, crumbling down her walls, he placed the edge of his sword at her neck, only to whisper huskily, "Your dead. Now what will you do?"

Outrage was the first emotion to cloud her face, before a smirk graced her lips. She dropped low to the ground swinging her legs out to kick at Itachi. Caught up in the game, Itachi fell, his body crumpling mockingly below her. Like a wild tigress she leapt at him, her legs straddling his chest in a most familiar position. She was quite a demanding little bird that Itachi was content to oblige her flippant whims. At least for a while.

Her blindfold still very much in place, she reached out her hands to his face. Itachi closed his eyes peacefully as she ran her slender fingers across the planes of his face. He was not alarmed when her hands moved to his neck, her small hands wrapping threateningly around his vocal cords.

Had she proved herself to be a real threat she might have been mildly offended, but as it was her actions were comical. Her hands continued to his bare chest which was slick with fresh sweat. Heat pooled to her cheeks as her hands followed the tones on his stomach to his waist.

Sakura was becoming quite bold, and Itachi found this invigorating. But now it was his turn, catching her off guard, her grabbed her arms only to fling her down beside him. The breath knocked from her chest, he had no trouble returning the favor by pinning her flailing limbs down with a leg on either side of her slim waist.

Her mouth had turned sour, and she huffed with resentment of being tricked. Looking down at her prone form stirred an unfamiliar emotion in the pit of his stomach. Her mouth was pink and luscious as she nibbled her bottom lip, an intriguing nervous habit. It fascinated him, it brought back feelings that had been long suppressed. Certainly he didn't feel love for the pinkette? No, it was something far more sinister, long ago labeled as lust.

Her breathing hitched as if she knew the thoughts that ran through his head like wildfire. Once his curiosity had been satiated, he would regain his sanity or what was there before a certain Kunoichi. She made him impulsive and weak, he needed contact to prove his feelings. Leaning forward his lips descended upon hers, briefly as if a mere taste would do.

She turned her head away from him but otherwise did not struggle. This only urged his need, he captured her lips once again, the fire between them searing. His tongue caressed the juncture of her lips, begging for entrance, which she hesitantly complied. Slipping his tongue inside her mouth, Itachi struggled to control the fire which was burning in the pit of his stomach. Her taste was sweeter than any concoction he had lived to taste, everything was so fresh and pure. His hand went to capture her breast in his spare hand reveling the gentle feel of the mound. Her body was driving him slowly insane, he tried to remember when he had last felt such a need, but it escaped him.

It was if something clicked as she begun to struggle for release, prying his arms off her form, she took off, ripping her blindfold from her eyes to gaze heatedly at him. Rejection was an unfamiliar emotion for Itachi, the bitter taste in his mouth left him cold. He did not like this new feeling, he preferred the one which Sakura ignited in him. His world felt strangely empty with her retreating form. Uchiha Itachi was a man who was used to getting anything and everything he wanted. Haruno Sakura was to be no different.

{A/n;; Scandalous… much? :D

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