Title: Dirty Little Secret
Chapter Title: Blissfully Unaware
Author: Backlash Symphony
Music: "Magic Melody"
by DHT
"A Story About A
Girl" by Our Lady Peace
"Miss Murder" by
AFI
"No Regrets" by
Divit
Summary: It started out as a deal he made with her, a deal he knew she'd never say no to when Sasuke's life belonged to him. It was the perfect secret. No one knew. Not even Sasuke. Sakura never would've thought it'd end up like this.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Magic Melody" by DHT, "A Story About A Girl" by Our Lady Peace, "Miss Murder" by AFI, "No Regrets" by Divit, and I most definitely don't own Naruto, either. If I did, Sakura would be the flame to the moths known as Kakashi, Itachi, and Orochimaru. Hell, add Kabuto in there! He's a cutie!
The ending of 'Dirty Little Secret', this very last installment, is dedicated to the following people:
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Thanks to Demon King Piccolo for pointing out two things I never explained fully, so here it is.
1. Why did Orochimaru take so long to reappear to take Sakura?
Although he knew Tsunade had already passed the Hokage title to Naruto, he still waited. Orochimaru reappeared because he was going to take Sakura and Mitsu with him. Naruto had given him permission to come back and take them to be a real family since Mitsu had discovered who he was and it ruined the point of keeping her in Konoha when she was sure to leave once she got strong enough to search for him. It took so long because Naruto had to keep his promise to Tsunade which was to keep Sakura away from Mitsu, giving her only limited time. Naruto funally got the chance to break the promise, and it took until Mitsu figured out who her real father was to do it.
2. Why did Orochimaru have to die to protect Mitsu and Sakura? If Sakura's medic skills were so important to Konoha, why would they make her a civilian?
Orochimaru was going to 'die' for the two of them because he knew that if he was still alive, her punishment would've been a death worse than execution. They would've tortured her for information and then they would've killed her when they were done. By sacrificing himself, she wouldn't have to deal with that, and he knew Konoha couldn't kill her if she was with child, so they would give the baby to someone else. Konoha wanted Sakura back before she healed Orochimaru, but when he did, they knew the only thing to do was fight. You know what happened from there, of course, but Tsunade deemed Sakura no longer a threat once Mitsu was taken from her, but just to be careful, she took away her shinobi rank so she wouldn't be exposed to the killing, same for her healing. People hurt, blood, it all would remind her of Orochimaru and she had lapses of sanity throughout chapter 10. Tsunade didn't want her to go through any more suicide attempts. Making her into a civilian was all she could do without killing her.
Now on to the epilogue!
Timeframe: 9 And A Half Years Later
"Mom!"
Footsteps shuffled on the first floor and a door slammed shut.
"Moom!"
The female's voice called out again and a slight huffing noise could be made out. The footsteps moved across the wooden floor, nearing the winding staircase.
"Mom!"
Feet moved swiftly and noiselessly up the otherwise creaky steps. A hand gripped the smooth wood of the intricately carved banister as the girl wandered up the stairs.
"Mo-"
A door at the top of the staircase opened and a tired looking woman with messy pink hair yawned and took a step out, leaning against the doorframe. She rubbed her emerald colored eyes before squinting one open at the annoyed teen a few feet before her.
"Yes, Mitsu?" Sakura asked through another yawn.
"Where's dad?" the teen queried, tapping her fingers lightly against the rail.
Sakura arched her back in a stretch and turned her head over her shoulder. Mitsu noticed her mother's attire consisted of a pair of boxers and a tank top. It always amazed her how her mother could always look so young when she was nearly 34, and to keep her body in such beautiful condition...
"Chi-kun," Sakura called softly into the room, the corners of her lips curling up in a smirk.
Mitsu heard a grumbled "Don't call me that" and what sounded like rustling sheets, or possibly clothes. Mitsu's face became unreadable, but her eyes clearly showed her annoyance and miniscule amusement.
"You were doing it again, weren't you?" she asked monotonously, eyebrows simultaneously rising at 'it'.
Orochimaru sighed somewhere in the room and muttered something Mitsu couldn't make out. Sakura snickered at his comment and he finally appeared behind Sakura, wrapping his arms around her waist. He looked annoyed because he was forced to get up, but his hair was in worse condition than Sakura's, and his pajama bottoms and t-shirt were wrinkled. He sighed heavily, blinking slowly, and Sakura feared he might just fall asleep in a standing position.
"We didn't wake you up, you didn't hear us, we didn't interupt you, and you weren't home," he explained sourly, earning a flick on the forehead from Sakura who scowled at him.
"He's got a point, Mitsu," Sakura said with a half shrug.
Mitsu's lips curled back and she shuddered, shaking her head in a grossed out manner.
"Ack! Bad images. Bad. Images!"
Sakura forced herself to not laugh but Orochimaru chuckled softly.
"Seriously!" Mitsu whined. "You guys are so old!"
"Watch it, kid," Orochimaru teased, "or your mother and I will make sure you've got your friends over."
"You wouldn't," Mitsu said slowly with wide eyes.
"Exactly," Sakura muttered, poking Orochimaru's nose. "I'd be too embarrassed to have Mitsu hear us, let alone her friends."
"You'd be embarrassed?" Mitsu cried in disbelief.
"Sakura, darling, don't take this the wrong way," Orochimaru began smugly, "but it doesn't take that much to persuade you."
Sakura and Mitsu's cheeks both turned a bright red, but for different reasons. Mitsu placed her hands over her ears, eyes squeezed shut, and she shook her head violently from side to side.
"No, no, I'm not hearing this!" she whined. "I've got to be the only kid with parents that aren't ashamed to talk about their sex lives right in front of their own kid!"
"And which one of us is nearly 17?" Orochimaru asked.
Her hands snapped to her hips and her eyes narrowed at her father.
"I'll have you know that I've gotten three offers this week to be someone's girlfriend and I turned each of them down," Mitsu huffed.
"Yeah, and that's just this week," Sakura added, nudging Orochimaru's leg with her foot. "Our daughter is quite the popular one with the boys," she teased.
Orochimaru looked at Mitsu from head to toe, taking in the differences between her seven year old body and her 16 year old body. Needless to say, he had some very angry thoughts going through his head pertaining to the boys interested in her.
"Oh, really," he muttered.
"At least I know what's attracting them," Sakura boasted.
"Oh?" Mitsu and Orochimaru asked simultaneously.
"Pink. Hair."
Mitsu rolled her eyes and Orochimaru mumbled something under his breath.
"All the guys love it since you can't seem to find anyone with our color anymore."
Their discussion went on for a few more minutes. More blushing ensued along with quite a few innuendoes and some more whining and shrieking. All in all, Mitsu's forced immaturity had reached its limit for the day and she returned to her normal quiet and thoughtful self. The clock chimed five times and Mitsu excused herself to go change from her Team outfit into her house clothing. Orochimaru and Sakura headed down to the kitchen, pulling the ingredients out for Mitsu to use when she made dinner.
The nearly 17 year old jonin silently entered the kitchen just as Orochimaru and Sakura parted from a kiss. She sighed and rolled her eyes, reaching for an apron to sling around her neck. She tied the strings behind her as she eyed the selection of food for that evening's meal.
"Alright, you know what to do," Sakura said.
Mitsu nodded and began to gather a few pans to cook with. Orochimaru and Sakura moved outside into the grand expanse of land they called their backyard. It was the traditional behavior after Mitsu arrived home that she would change into her house clothes, come downstairs and cook dinner while her parents sparred outside, and then eat dinner before she fought her father and then switched to fight her mother.
She could see them through the kitchen window over the stove where she felt the heat from the simmering water. There was a beautiful rainbow in the far background, but she knew it would disappear once the sunset began.
She felt a longing to be outside fighting but her next mission wouldn't be assigned for another two days according to the jonin in charge of mission distribution. At least, nothing higher than C rank. And besides, each meal would take exactly two hours to prepare, something specifically planned so that it was darker out. Orochimaru and Sakura stressed that if she could fight fluidly without sight, she would be invincible in broad daylight.
She had no complaints when that bit of information became known.
Invincible.
She loved the way that sounded. It meant she had power. Not just any ordinary power, but more power than anyone else.
She loved how her body reacted whenever she got into a fight, especially with someone who was clearly weaker than she was. Everything slowed down, in a sense, and the only sounds she could hear came from her opponent. Her body throbbed and burned with adrenaline. It took everything she had to prolong each fight because the second she laid claim to the title of victor, she felt her body release something that she didn't quite understand, but she understood what she was; the best. She looked forward to the very end of her fights because that release made her feel weightless, more powerful than before, and satisfied for at least a few seconds before she felt the urge to fight again.
Both of her parents were incredibly talented and full of strength. They were the perfect combination of shinobi and kunoichi, and that perfection had traveled through the brilliant theory called science to create her. Now, she had tried to fight both of her parents at the same time, but she hadn't won, something she was warned of before the fight. Half the time she could come out as the winner of a fight in one on one fights with her mother and father, but she'd never won against them together, though she came close three times out of the eight she'd fought them.
Analyzing the current stances her parents were in now, she could tell her mother was going to win this match. Her father was relaxed, something he usually was whenever he fought, but there was something else in his position that teased anyone who bothered to watch that something else was going through his mind. She figured he was planning on letting Sakura win so he could get her ego up before switching their positions and dominating her like he usually did.
She smiled gently, pouring the hot water from the pot and carefully spooning the noodles into the glass dish. Her father was a genius, indeed. He always had a plan for something. That was his thing. Sakura was nearly as intelligent as Orochimaru, but she lacked the planning and execution that her father had. She was all strength, though her memorization technique was head on with the first trait.
Mitsu always noticed how her mother never used any of her medical ninjutsu in a fight with Orochimaru or herself, and that her father never used his summons for a battle with his girls. Mitsu had learned the summoning technique from both parents and was able to call upon both snakes and slugs just as well as Sakura and Orochimaru.
Mitsu exhaled, pushing the tray into the oven and setting the timer to go off in an hour and shrugged her apron off, hanging it on the hook. She headed out of the kitchen and out of the back door, snatching one of the patio chairs and plopping down in it, settling to watch the fight. Not even five minutes later, Orochimaru was flat on his ass with Sakura pinning him down. Mitsu laughed softly before cupping her hands around her mouth.
"Mom 1, Dad zilch!" she shouted.
The two adults looked up to her, green gaze amused and golden gaze annoyed. The two separated and got in position for another round. This continued for the remainder of the hour until the timer went off. Mitsu returned to the kitchen to retrieve the meal and set the table while Orochimaru and Sakura moved to the second floor to wash up and get changed. Sakura was the first one to arrive to the table and helped Mitsu set what she didn't finish on the table.
After Orochimaru came down, he sat down at the head of the small table. Each picked up their set of chopsticks and bowed their heads down before eating. As usual, Mitsu was praised for her culinary skills and she allowed herself to bask in the ego boosting words. Sakura and Orochimaru had seconds while Mitsu stood to walk to the sink, clean her plate, and set it on the drying rack. There were two thumps, almost crashes by the slight jingling and clattering she heard, and she turned around and began to walk back to the table.
Sakura was on the floor and Orochimaru was hanging off the edge of the table, neither moving. Mitsu cleared the table, holding their dishes in one hand and the food in the other. She absentmindedly hummed a song she learned from her sensei at the academy as she scraped their dishes and washed them, setting them next to her dish on the drying rack. She moved to put away the food when she felt a powerful presence behind her.
She froze, not daring to move as the aura nearly suffocated her with its sudden appearance. In a few moments, she could breathe properly again. She felt something twisting one of her pink strands and continued packaging the leftovers of dinner.
"Poison?" a male voice spoke in low tones.
"Of course. I didn't want to get blood on my clothes, nor did I want them to question why I was suddenly strong enough to beat both of them," she replied equally as lowly, almost bored.
"Hn."
She pushed the cleaned chopsticks into their drawers.
"Che..."
"Go shower. Then get your things."
She nodded and turned around, momentarily pausing as she was caught in the man's crimson eyes. A faint blush rose to her cheeks and she hurried away from him, past the two bodies of her parents on the floor, and up the stairs, disappearing down the hall and into her bedroom. Itachi followed her with his eyes and waited till she was gone before lowering his gaze to the two bodies occupying the floor. One ex-Akatsuki member and one ex-Hokage's apprentice.
"Pathetic."
Itachi's ears picked up the sound of running water and the corner of his lips quirked up. He sent a sidelong glance in the direction Mitsu scurried off to and decided he should go wait for her. Gracefully he moved around the bodies and up the stairs, following the path Mitsu took. He arrived at the door to her room, the sound of running water louder than before, and he walked in, making sure to close the door behind him.
For a teenage girl's room, it was far from normal. Her walls were painted a deep violet and her bedspread and sheets were lavender and maroon. The walls were decorated with bookshelves that held various books ranging from techniques and strategies to medicine and anatomy. Her desk was neat with scrolls stacked in a bin, fresh paper off in one corner with a case of writing utensils in the center. Some more books were stacked there only these had little papers marking certain pages.
Overall, she was neat and clean, something he found he liked and even respected. He didn't tolerate messes unless they were directly linked to a mission or killing. Not many people could keep everything tidy, and it was something he looked for in women.
He heard the water stop just as he spotted a picture on one of the bookcases. It was a younger Mitsu, when she had first met him he believed. She was 12 and was posing with both of her parents. He heard the bathroom door open and turned to look at the emerging girl clad in only a towel tucked tightly around her body. She paused when she saw him and quickly looked off to the side before their eyes could meet.
She loved his eyes but feared them also. Unlike her mother, she didn't have an Inner Mitsu to oppose all of her emotions and actions, a being that could easily break the Sharingan's hold. Therefore, she had every excuse to want to run and hide when his crimson gaze was directed towards her. She knew that no matter how strong she became, she would shatter and be rendered helpless if she ever fell victim to the receiving end of his Tsukiyomi.
"You're having second thoughts?" he asked, though he posed it more like a statement.
Mitsu scoffed and opened the top drawer of a dresser near the bathroom entrance. Pulling out a plastic bag with a prepared outfit in it, she turned to face him.
"Of course not. I don't break that easily," she said icily.
He remained silent for a few more seconds, thinking, before he continued.
"You didn't want to kill them."
"If I'm going to kill anyone, it should be Naruto," she snapped. "My parents didn't do anything wrong, and they went to Hell and back to have a happy life as a family."
She opened the plastic bag and walked over to the bed, dumping the contents out.
"You want power, don't you?" he queried, watching her movements like a hawk.
"Che, of course I do," she grumbled, rifling through the pile of clothes and pulling out her underwear and bra.
"The kind of power I can give you will require a lot more sacrifice," he grabbed her shoulder and spun her to face him, "than just the lives of your mother and father."
Mitsu's amber eyes narrowed in uncertainty. She suddenly felt like this was a bad idea. She hadn't cared earlier, but once she had done it, killed her family, she felt awkward, not remorseful, just awkward. She wanted power and she'd give anything to get it, but what would she turn in to alongside powerful? Would she even be herself anymore?
"How much more are we talking, here?" she said, daring to look into those scarlet depths.
She suddenly found herself on her back, the bed soft beneath her hard body. She didn't have time to protest before she felt Itachi's body nestle between her legs as he hovered over her. One of his hands gripped her towel-clad hip while the other settled under her breast. His lips pressed against hers and he forced his tongue through her lips and past her teeth. She made a startled noise that he eagerly swallowed, stroking her tongue with his. He watched her eyes flutter closed and he pressed his lips more firmly against hers. He felt her respond to the kiss, arching her body up against him as she curled her tongue around his, one of her hands coming up to weave through his thick hair. The last thing she felt before he pulled his lips away was the hand on her hip dipping down to her thigh before moving up a couple of inches on her bare skin.
"This," he gave her thigh a squeeze, "much more."
Her breath was coming out in little pants and his eyes drifted down to her heaving chest and then back up to her eyes.
"Do we have a deal?"
Mitsu sat up as much as she could considering Itachi hadn't backed off of her all that much. She wound one arm around his neck and kissed him, winding her fingers through his hair. After a few moments she broke the kiss and pulled back just so that their lips were barely touching. She spoke with half-lidded eyes, though the burning golden color they were depicted everything she was feeling.
"The only thing I want is power, Itachi," she whispered. "You have what I want, and I have what you want. You give me what I want," she paused, hand reaching down to slide his further up her thigh, "and I'm as good as yours."
She felt his lips twist into a dark smirk before he pulled away, suddenly looking as impassive as ever.
"Get dressed. I'll meet you out back."
He was gone the second she nodded and hurriedly she slid her clothes on, body trembling with the past few minutes. She couldn't believe she had not only been dominated by him, but she'd gone ahead with it and touched him back. She'd given in to him so easily and it disgusted her. Apart from that, her own words disgusted her. They were true, but once she was stronger than Itachi, she would kill him, instantly ensuring she wouldn't have to sleep with him, and then head back to Konoha to kill Naruto and Ino. She made a mental list of the villagers that used to treat her and her mother like trash because Orochimaru happened to be connected to them more closely than they appreciated. She would make sure to give them very long and painful deaths. She'd make them suffer.
What would she do after that? She had no idea, but she'd find something.
Mitsu grabbed her bag from beside the bed and headed out of her room and down the stairs, through the kitchen -she spared a glance at her dead parents and looked back at the door without a care- and out the back door, straight towards Itachi. The Uchiha turned and tossed the young girl an Akatsuki cloak. She wrapped it around herself and with a nod, the two were off, heading for the Akatsuki headquarters to make Mitsu an official member.
'They went through Hell to be together,' she thought, 'so now they won't need to worry about being disturbed. They'll finally be together for good in a place where their love is as good as any other's.'
Timeframe: The Next Day
A man with silver hair approached the house of Orochimaru carrying two bodies, one over each shoulder. One was a female, the other a male. Slipping inside he laid the bodies out on the floor and walked to the two bodies laying on the floor beside the dinner table. He sighed and crouched down beside Sakura's body. His fingers gently stroked her cold cheek. Hefting her over his shoulder, he moved to prop her up by the other female's body before heading back to Orochimaru's side. He repeated the lifting process and set him down beside the male's body.
"Where would you be without me?"
Two fingers reached up to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
The End!
I am now proud to say that this story, "Dirty Little Secret", is now officially complete.
Once again I'd like to thank every person who read this story and reviewed this story. The fact that I received so many wonderful reviews and so many hits for a story that has such a rare pairing makes me really happy, but what I'm even happier about is the fact that I've managed to morph some of you Sakura haters into Sakura lovers and transform those of you who were pretty skeptical about this pairing into full fledged OroSaku fans.
As far as the ending goes, if I decide to write a sequel, I've got something to base it off of. I can't guarantee anything, though. I've got a lot of stories that come before a sequel, so you could be getting a sequel a year or so from now. Not the best since you'll have forgotten most of this, I suppose. However! I'm going to attempt to write two stories at once, though I have no idea how smart that is. The next story I've decided to write is one of the following:
Unfortunate
Circumstances
Sakura is sent to a
tiny village in need of medical help after the death of her fiance,
Kakashi. The Akatsuki attack, taking control of everything. Due to
her reputation, she is torn between sacrificing herself to save
everyone and falling victim to the ways of the Crimson Devil. ItaSaku
Playing With Fire
Sakura has a history of
guns and violence. She's the new student in Konoha and the only other
survivors of the massacre at school five years before are Gaara and
Kabuto. As she tries to define herself with film, she catches the eye
of Orochimaru, the son of the mobster who arranged the massacre.
OroSakuGaa
And if I don't do that one, it'll be a JiraiyaSakura one:
I See Right Through
You
Sakura is the most
lusted after woman in Konoha with countless offers from men. Each was
turned down. Jiraiya's interest kicks up and he decides to
investigate her strange behavior. One thing leads to another and he
discovers her true reason for all her declines and finds himself
wanting to be the one who shows her everything. JiraiyaSakura
So there you have it. One completed OroSaku fic, an upcoming ItaSaku fic and possibly another OroSaku fic with Gaara in the mix, or a JiraiyaSakura fic. After all, I'm a sucker for rare pairings, so I'll do my best to show you that they exist, that I have no problems writing them, and that anyone who doesn't like them and tells me so will receive a loud and obnoxious laugh with lots of poking and pointing. I don't care if it's different. If it's wrong? Well, you still read it, right? You were still interested enough to read it, right? So I shall continue on spreading my rare pairings knowledge and imagination.
I now bid you my final farewell for this story, and once again I say I hope to see some of you elsewhere! Till later!
Backlash Symphony
