MORPHINE Chapter 12: Without you I feel nothing, a naruto fanfic

::CHAPTER XII – WITHOUT YOU I FEEL NOTHING::

::Unable to unroll those words that made my throat tremble, I glanced at your turned back –the lithe silhouette of a wraith looming over my own shadow,

Understanding that in the abysses of your austere soul now huddles my own, tasting the same amaroidal poison that bound us together,

Beautiful, inseparable, trapped into his obscure jive, his orbs clipped agonizingly, remorseful and bestowing the same pain into my own, reminding me unfailingly about the same solitude that brought us here,

Together, now and for always but only in this moment –fleetingly weak for one another and thirsty for the warmth look churning inside in forgotten moonlit hope, a weakness into my knees,

We were truly as one, two pearls encapsulated into the same shell and shrouded by the embrace of the cold still ocean, tempestuous in words and sharing fulminant touches.

Voice encrusted with a blubbed lament, my skin trembled with the fire of his lips touching caressing me, tremors jolting into the left side of my breast repenting, searching for an ointment for those scars.

I feel nothing without you,

Eternal agony has been hefted from the heaviness of his chest to my own heart, making it thwack and thrum –a serenade of rain peas pelting against my window,

I left it wide open for you to paddle inside, your sashay effortless and molten into the creamy carpets, your silken palm sliding underside my own –the mirthful click inside my chest now buzzing in exuberant frenzy.

I found myself weak and hospitable to this new feeling –Sasuke Uchiha…

An enemy that never teetered in holding my hand twined into his own.

Feelings smoothing along like the effects of MORPHINE::

"I— I am— I am the one who—" Damn it why were epistles failing her now like her pen broke under the pressure of her palm, and why was it refusing to scribble and fill those blank pages?

I am a coward for not having the courage to confess who I am. "Who really is— damn it!" She fisted her hands in his hair as she brushed it off his forehead and pulled it backwards to see his eyes —expressive beautiful and mysterious as they were.

Bristling in frustration, Sakura snarled hauling him closer to her until their noses brushed against each other' she wanted to penetrate more through those eyes like forcing closed doors dropkicking and praying for someone to open them. "Why don't you run away from me damn it! Why?! Why?!"

He listened in silence as he realized that she didn't perceive him glissading through her nether lips, engorged, hard and well-endowed stretching her creamy walls as he pushed his ridge through her sleek cleft, not even flinching or gasping nothing; testing what he already suspected —she felt nothing at all.

Sasuke surmised after he slid through her slowly filling her until he was sheathed back into her warmth; she felt warm and slick and so rinsed as she swallowed him entirely stretching around his member, but her orbs were empty and fierce, not even blinking.

She feels nothing…

Uchiha truly wanted to laugh in her face but his heart wouldn't let that pain to take over. "Why… you inquire. Because I will never run away from anything, let alone someone Sakura." His orbs got challenging and she noticed the crooked emotion frothing inside —wicked, challenging, serious. "Who do you think you are love for me to feel terror-stricken by you?

By not falling into his clever web, she confirmed his suspicion. "Your worst nightmare and the most pernicious demon, Uchiha!"

She spilled while he actually smirked –a crooked smile huddling malice, arrogance and yet something warm and moonlit shimmering like fragments of honed crystals into the depths of his obsidian orbs.

"Such cavalier and supercilious words Sakura," Briskly, Sasuke leaned forward to flicker his tongue, wet, luscious and thick over her lower lip as she gasped silently feeling tingles in her face by that soft touch.

A pent up breath revved to a sharp and uneven rhythm when he let his muscular appendage slowly, sensually glissade along the contour of her lush lips, savoring her dark cherries juicy taste then biting softly on it, nipping and suckling without allowing her to kiss him, his lips massing her lower one as she tapped his upper lip with her own tantalizing her with the taste of his skin; delicious rich savory and masculine.

"But you are not taking into account the fact that my dreams are all filled with such sweet nightmares and I hardly sleep at all."

Uchiha couldn't find repose without Sakura sleeping soundly beside him, coddled by his strong arms arms; he didn't know that Sakura herself has never found rest only when his sculpted body, his smell and warmth surrounded her she felt protected cared and love enough to send her to sweet realm of dreams.

"Your attempts to disclose your identity are not very ingenious Sakura," His epistles were sophisticated and finespun but at the same time hairsplitting, tenuous and illusive.

Sasuke also captured her attention and eclipsed her clear vision, kinesics and touches skittering along her skin in sensual dance and leaving liquid fire streaks behind the stroll of his fingertips. "you are not hiding as well as you think you are on the contrary..."

This is where cold shivers combined with the natural response to bliss that he beckoned smoothed along Sakura`s skin and her orbs shot wide open trying to glimmer and cease away a blanked of lush glazed fog off her emerald orbs, listening and swallowing his words. "...I know everything. I observe and reflect Sakura... always." Even now...

"W—What are you... talking about?" She felt his smooches, wet and moist lingering on her lips like butterflies landing on spring flowers in May, delicate and affectionate like veils of warmth, colors and sublime suavity —so gravity defying and so pure by nature, simple and yet allegorical and she couldn't resist him.

There was nothing to resist when his voice turned liquid chocolate and wine glazing along her skin coating her in all that infinite sensuality and pleasure. "I have no— hmmmnn nothing to hide from you—"

"—liar," Sasuke murmured darkly while his fingers wreathed around her left wrist after placing a lingering hot kiss on the backside of her palm making her shudder in delight as they trailed along her hand and cupping her digits between his lips lowering on them an suckling each in turn as she simply stared in blinding lust and lost in pleasure at how pure erotic he looked like.

He then guided their twined hands down to brush along their hips to where they were intimately joined again and let her feel how he was firmly imbed inside her body and stretched her moisten aperture deliciously. "Oh—?"

"—you are such a fine liar Sakura but let me share a secret with you," her fingertips immediately coated in slick warm juices when she brushed past her nether lips and his well-endowed girth pressed against the hood of her pearly clit, listening to his dark desirous words; ones that should have sent alarming bells jittering down her mind but she couldn't focus on ration, she couldn't summon it back.

"I do not care about that. I only want you and everything that comes along with your ravishing presence… Sakura."

Virtually Sasuke had his digits wrapped around the trigger of his gun as Sakura was the one sagging under the heaviness of his beguiling words, but neither cared albeit they should have paid much mind of what the person in their arms was.

Gasping and squeezing her orbs shut when Sasuke's nose serenely brushed over her cheek as he leaned forward to graze her upper lip with a chase kiss enclosing her petal and suckling on it, savoring the taste of dark cherries that came along with her syrupy taste, her full cashmere skin leaving streaks of insane pleasure and bliss over Sasuke's senses.

Passionately he brushed and stroked her mouth with tantalizing taps inviting her to dance along and fall into the rhythm, playing with her as the tip of his tongue occasionally flickered over her lips to brush the inside of her petals exchanging nectar trails of saliva glistening between their mouths as exchanging morsels of insanity, of soul, of mind, of truth that bounced right from their hearts; epistles that couldn't be mentioned aloud because the spoken truth annihilated the magic of the most intimate gestures.

"You— want me? Why?" She blubbed between his kisses, trying to wrap her mind around his insidious words. "Why would you want someone who doesn't represent anything to you? I don't understand it Uchiha!"

"This is because you cannot accept it albeit..." twining their digits together has never felt so belonging, so fitting, so meant to be like never wanting to let him go and this is why Sakura has squeezed his knuckles as he kissed her hand briefly courtly longingly orbs shimmering like billion fragments of a broken onyx diamond, mirrors to the soul and stealing the gleams of the deceiving sunlight peeping through the curtains, he murmured to her.

"... you can feel it to Sakura. You feel just the way I do —this unfathomable connection between us pushing us further into acting in ways that go against our principles."

She could acquiesce to his words entirely seemingly reading through the abysses of her mind where he haphazardly waded with his earmark implacable intuition and beguiled her again in one of those amazingly delicious spiraling dances.

A kittenish swarm of flowers swiveled in fluttering spirals into the hollow of their chests in the breeze of the wind aimlessly and carried out randomly in the limbs of destiny, completely giving in to him and him only.

How could one confess his plenary love to someone who does not know the meaning of amour?

It was as futile as trying to hold dew drops in to the palm of his hand grabbing illusions while trying to not let them slip through his fingertips; this woman, deranged or not with her double personality and this vicious zeal for blood didn't know how to love and thus she couldn't decrypt the meaning of her own feelings.

Because in reality, Sakura did have powerful feelings for him and they were not entirely dedicated to vengeance.

And this was exactly Sasuke`s trump card against hers; manipulating those huddled feelings and use them to make her confront herself in ways that she has never did before, showing her that everything she moored onto was not solid ground but melting lava boiling under her heels and ingraining dubiety into her brain so as to ultimately attack to the quintessence of her force —her heart.

The only place that she couldn't protect because no one commanded a heart; as much as she was bound by threads of hatred and revenge to swore revenge on him, Sasuke too would let those feelings flourish into his best allies against her this way paying her back for all the damage. And in return, he will break his own heart and ultimately die with her.

Sasuke clearly understood from experience that in this kind of situations the double sacrifice was imminent but shockingly enough he felt so tranquil about twisting the sword into Sakura`s bleeding heart while she would hold the knife sunk deep into his own chest, both bleeding to their last figment of life; seeing in each other's eyes as Death would submerge them in twilight forever.

Because the exuberance of holding her like this in his strong arms were memories that he would happily take into the grave to last for the rest of eternity while his soul would cremate into the pits of Hell where all the sinners like him go.

His only dearest wish is that this angel will end up on the other side of the Veil, in a place where he could inconspicuously watch her whenever he glanced skywards so as the tar won't burn his skin whenever the taste of her skin and lips resurface from his memories, quenching the need for water, for life and filling that immeasurable hollow in his chest as she was doing now.

I love you Sakura... I love so much, I love you more and more with every passing second with every sunrise scribbled on your lips... mouth that only I can capture, skin that only knows of my own caresses and recognize the taste of my own, responding, enjoying... desiring me just as much as I desire you.

He would sell his soul to the Devil in a heartbeat for Sakura to tell him that she too loved him desperately and free of any bindings, just as much as he loved her.

Flippantly, Uchiha glimmered back into reality from the torturous sweet limbo where his mind slowly faded into glancing at her with much difficulty as focusing on anything else than her lips suspended above his own breathed so much fervor. Kiss me.

"I... feel the same as you?" Albeit his word`s clarity were moonlit shimmering like the veneers of a pure crystal stealing all the lights and splintering them in billion radiances traveling to those beautiful but enigmatic eyes, Sakura couldn't understand the implication behind the notion of feeling the same as someone, sharing the same type of emotion and thus going to understand each other's pain was something that couldn't trickle from her mind.

"And… what is that you feel Sasuke? Because I don't understand." What I feel for you.

Perception suspended between the limbs of a petrified clock sprinkled with sand and dusted by the millennia in which eternity refused to pass were now Sakura`s ferocious feelings frothing inside her body as she tried to grouse in frustration and pleasure when that illimitable sensation of warmth and connectedness suddenly spurt inside her body in the moment their pleasure combined and he went lax lodged firmly inside of her.

Sasuke`s laborious chest tapped against the perks of her spilled breasts and Sakura eagerly welcomed him into her arms, bliss creasing along her spine in ripples of electric pulsations throbbing into her core and amassing into her inner muscles, but something changed about them entirely in that moment.

"What… you ask," Something change because unexpectedly pleasure has been entirely overshadowed and obliterated by that unparalleled sense of comfort, warmth, cadence and protection –the sense of finally returning to the abandoned nest, finding the shelter in that romantic unspoken embraces and finding the way back home after an eternity of endless fugitive steps forgotten into he maze of perilous alleys– and they both felt it hit them like a perfumed wind. "but I cannot depict it into words Sakura... I can only show you..."

Because I am not allowed to disclose it to you and go out of my depth with losing you, were simmering in his clouded mind veiled with the guilt that he swallowed hard and tasted the astringency of it into the tip of his tongue as he dipped down towards her lips for the millionth time searching for his oasis of endless honey to drown that acerbic taste of guilt and traditions.

"No don't—" She didn't want Sasuke Uchiha to kiss her with that speculative look in his eyes but she couldn't stop the fluttering sensation of butterflies pricking on her skin when his lips connected to hers, tapped her own and his lower one slid between her petals cupping her upper lip in a warm embrace; he kissed her in a way that she refused to be kissed because it had that —like love.

If Sasuke went as far as to make usage of all the arsenal of feelings that he might evoke inside her by being graceful, loving and so elegant with her, then she couldn't get mad at her for not being capable to resist him.

Releasing her succulent lips for a brief to meddle his epistles with the fire enkindled between their moist tissue he whispered to her in a gentle caress of wine and honey.

"You say you are insane Sakura but in reality you are definitely not. Lucidity is not the negation of lunacy and definitely not its polarization, but its soul sister; the Yin part of the conscious, a sweet free moment of enrapture and pure bliss allowing yourself to find to solstice in unadulterated freedom and this is why you feel so liberated with me Sakura... because I am the only one who allows you to be yourself."

Whoever is that you want to be, Sakura or Morphine, my enemy, her own were an effluence of plethoric ration and lucidity clouded the reeling moment of blissful insanity.

Fleetingly Sakura had a moment of epiphany but she refused to lower that armor in front of him and lose this game to meet the face of the sweet reality; that whoever she chose in life, her last finale will still be-

"—unconditionally youUchiha..." Her flaring conniption tapered off in lieu to a lackluster warm-heartedness clipping her rancor for him and those acrimonious feelings that she nourished so meticulously all through those years —that faithful companion was threatening to betray her as Sasuke was trying to shear that darkness from her, separate her from the vengeance and replace it with his own manipulation that he masked underneath mimicked sincerity; but he was genuinely honest to her.

"You want me to... give myself entire to you," Realization slowly dropkicked to the doors of her mind while that clarity hit her like a lightning bolt —something that she rarely felt since she has escaped from the Asylum as insanity slowly swallowed her like poison.

Are you brave enough to confront you deepest fears?

"you... want me to be with you without any borders, do whatever I want and go against everything and anyone, even my own—"

Hatred for you, those words remained licked onto her lips as she held in her breath on time without disclosing it to his knowing eyes what she suspected that he already knew, but didn't want to lose this game by confessing everything to him.

He... as much as his heart was trimmed by self damnation and frustration, he loved this woman whoever she was, with all her duality and the eternal feminine enigmatic tenue.

Sasuke loved Sakura and he also loved Morphine for her pristine display of pure insanity and forwardness to attack him, reach so high and touch someone as intangible and stupendous as him choosing the most shrewd and powerful Boss as an enemy, approaching him when others crouched in plenary apprehension.

Uchiha fell in love with her kosher mystery irrecoverably and he was damn right proud of himself for this craziness; his ultimate vestige of sanity being harvested by the wind and then worst part of this sweet insanity is that he did not care about the consequences of his actions at all!

Breaking rules with the effluence of gossamer adrenaline made him feel energized and so alive! It was worth everything that he was bound to lose —and he will not.

The Borgata was not bounding him to those ancient trifling rules that he vowed to change, to adapt to the new ambitions simmering inside him and he held no peculiar affection for the Uchiha family simply because they pinned his wings even before he had the chance to try for the sky.

Caging his dreams into a nest they tossed it onto the bottom of the sea, forever forgotten into the turbulent waters that he couldn't reach to ever again, but Sasuke was hardly a marionette to be controlled.

He had enough manpower, enough influence and character to control everything and get the reins of this game, playing it in his own way; a way that he believed in passionately.

His father Fugaku was not controlling him anymore and nor were the Elders from the Family Council.

They could all perish into the scorching flames of Tartarus for all that he cared; he had faithful associat— no, friends and comrades to aid him and support him unconditionally and he could reach the paramount of his power and find the apogee of his own capabilities alongside them.

He had Tsunade Senju, the Raikage and his abominable temper swiveled around his fingertips and dancing in blind beatitude on his music, he had Orochimaru at his command and Gaara of the Sand safeguarding the borders of the Empire that he meticulously built with perspiration, blood and an iron hand and also he had an almost strong bound with Mei Terumi from the Hidden Mist trusting his fallacious words and falling for his impervious eyes in delusional charm, being fascinated by the power he exuded.

Naturally, they were all mere pawns pieces of sacrificial shogi in this game of titans and he will definitely be the last standing Mafia Leader after this silent implicit beef between the families end and all the conspiracies would the curtains forever.

And then came Sakura —Morphine; a new unforeseen piece on the blackboard turning his strategies upside down because he never never- in a million years would have Sasuke anticipated him falling in love for his most savage enemy.

It was as absurd as those feelings were unhinged of any restrain to manifest and swivel inside of him flippantly, freely, so pure, so demented, so drunk in lust and exclaiming the prominence of all that a man like him could feel for a woman.

His love for her welled in undeniable passion, he loved Sakura in ways so beautiful that she would never be able to feel because she was not reciprocating those feelings that he behold for her dearly.

But he could deal with that silent pain suffering in silence and savoring the moments while the richness sweet taste of the Forbidden Fruit lasted; and then he was ready to face the bitterness.

Sasuke was nearly hundred percent positive that he had all the right cards all the strings at his disposal to always be one step ahead of the game and thus always come victorious.

Sakura had no chance to beat him in this game, not even with her splendiferous intelligence or her spontaneous insanity that was so difficult to foresee, because she was still not on par with his sagacity.

She had no idea what he was capable of and what his vision and intuition could see and how much was he able to plan, to strategize, to concoct and make stratagems up to details unseen from the human eye.

He would only acquire as much as he would allow but that was only when she was morphine; it wasn't applying now.

No, in this moment she is Sakura and only Sakura the woman that he loves desperately the woman with the most caressible plush lips.

Sasuke dipped down his chin to steal her breaths and the words she had reserved for him to hear now going blind and deaf of his searing French kiss, churning in passion.

He kissed her with tongues and teeth as she pillaged every curve of his mouth with her tongue taking turns in playing together, tasting together, drinking each other`s soul away in delight, moaning, groaning helplessly the body language metamorphosing into a melodious erotic midnight symphony of touches, strokes, caresses, thrusts, undulations of bodies and friction of glimmering skin rubbing together in perfect unison. "Mmnn— ah!"

Sakura could clearly feel and hear the bones in his strong jaw rattler as she probed her way into his caver deep as deep as she could like attempting to dab his very soul with the tip of her tongue and he enjoyed her ravenous ferocity responding and soon enough dominating the kiss entirely, suckling on her lips skillfully as she melted against him entirely in pure euphoria. I know what you want to tell me Sasuke and for this rejection... I am sorry. Forgive me...

What troubled her the most, was that he had no reaction in his eyes when she freed such a reply from her mouth; none.

It was like something he would escape, because he set a torturous pace, rocking her slowly and letting her feel him with every stroke inside her; feel every inch of his hot body becoming harder than steel and stretching her as thrust inside, deeper and deeper with every fluid motion.

In all honesty Sakura couldn't tell when he entered her exactly but that didn't matter anymore her body ached for him, arched for him, desired his firmness inside of her. "Oh— S-Sasu—"

She felt Sasuke so masculine, so virile, so beautifully engorged glissading through her slick moist folds dripping with sticky juices and so spread open like a lotus pored with water unfolding its silken petals to reveal her pristine beauty to him; the first man to touch her like that and show her the plethoric definition of the notion of intimacy with a man, erotica and passion all wrapped in a pleasure that only he could deliver.

This is how a man should touch her —like Sasuke did— and she gave herself to him then. She gave herself with no pardon or remorse ransacking though her conscious.

Vengeance was howling at her like a beast caged into a silver cage, a skeleton with hollow empty eyes begging for a soul as it left its carcass behind to find freedom —with no name and no meaning.

Sasuke was giving her a meaning and he was the most cruel beast; because he showed her how love should look like without promising her that it was all real and not a beautifully conjured up dream.

Saying nothing at all, his quietude thrumming like the most menacing sound of goodbye. He didn't need to because he compelled everything with just one sentence, before he dipped down to coddle her lips within his own in a passionate kiss.

Her hands untangled form his hair and jaw to wander along the planes of his sculpted back, grazing his shoulder blades with her nails as she hugged him tightly, while his own hands travelled to her hipbone, kneading the rounded mounds while he continued to thrust inside her hard but slow and deep, as deep as he could, like wanting to convey a very clear message, but words failed him. "Ah!"

Their yielding lips meshed in a torrid fusion of everything that they tried to suppress from the other, allowing themselves to become one voice of pure bliss; she welcomed his kiss in greedy need and kissed him in a way that she never before.

"Sasuke I—" She tried to speak but nothing came out; she just kissed him and let him kiss her with tongues twirling, limbs tangled together searching for connections and the sound of his heartbeat lulling upon her own as she heard it clearly into her ears, thrumming in that quietude of the room deafening and bone-wracking.

"—Sakura... do not waste your words on something so utmost unimportant or that cannot be mentioned..." This was on a whole other level than any other experience; with anyone.

No, not even with him. Uchiha Sasuke was a drug, something else, something more, deeper, more profound like racking into the soul, an addiction that couldn't ever be quenched but one that she would mirthfully indulge into simply because he was pabulum for everything that she missed.

Sasuke completed her and filled that immense void inside of her in ways that she could never connect to anyone, whispering to her things that made this illusion to feel so tangible almost materializing under her helpless searching fingertips.

"just... let me feel you, taste you and kiss you as I am claiming you mine without saying anything to ruin this."

His lush taste of fine cognac, dark mint chocolate infused with a mesmerizing dosage of tobacco and fire was exactly what made Uchiha Sasuke's taste to be unrivaled. Sakura has kissed and tasted many before him but no lips felt like his.

He was extravaganza in a breathtaking combination of power and a virility dissipating into a rich fragrance of everything that he represented: high class and striking dominance.

This is the reason why Sakura was it afraid to be so tumultuous and demented into ravishing every breath of his lungs and transgress the privacy of his body in the same way that he took the liberty to traipsing along every outline of her curves —unhinged, frenetic and possessive almost too dominant.

Because their world's, that mismatched amalgamation of sweet enraptured, insanity and the hysterical inner core that yen new and ended to be set free from its cage and traverse the barriers of education, grace and self-control and get lost in a sweltering desire without boundaries.

They could lose themselves into everything —into the taste of their madness and hunger for dominance, into this convoluted game of feelings, into the genius traps that they set along the way, into the feeling of taking one another into the most primal ways imaginable and even beyond.

Unlike other men, Sasuke wasn't backpedaling from her aggressive approach and or was he reticent in staring into the sure are crown around her irises as they glimmers with every fragment of suppresses dementia and I sanity and explore her, no.

Uchiha was welcoming here in his arms, tossing and whimpering under him, he breathed in the same ecstasy as her when a bold move of her fingertips twisted the most wicked desires into another level of bliss and she was never scars of getting lost into this decadent paradise with him.

Every graze of her nails skimming along the swells of his chiseled form, every knead of his palms massaging sweet points of her body that made her arch and sizzle against him, every stolen breaths from their smoldering lips, every roll of their tongues interlacing in a savory dance of sleek saliva and hot flesh sliding into their mouths and dropping one a other and every growl and moan fuel-efficient their impulse to drive each other crazy and ride up their insanity together.

Because what was the use of being crazy alone when there was no one to acknowledge that they were divergent from the rest?

Not even Sakura`s revenge had a meaning without the object of her disdain. Sasuke`s existence gave a meaning, a symbol of completion to her own. And she will never know but her spry presence stated to become something that he desired.

Sasuke was the first one to break that lip lock much to her annoyance, taking a lush lavish lick against her upper lip while she groaned in frustration that he made her lose the contact, kissing her forehead and cheeks and rolling them over while her gasps came in short blubbers, begging for release.

She found herself straddling his hips in a messy position, hovering above him and it was only when the cool breeze in the room hit her nude back has Sakura realized how sweaty she was and how breathless. "Sasuke–"

Her palms landed against his pectorals nearly sliding over the perspiration rolling atop his chiseled form as he bad her darkly but sensually between his own gasps, in a husky voice that travelled right between her thighs.

"–show me then," His hands cupped the swell of her ass firmly and easily lifted her against him. "everything. Truths that words cannot unravel show them to me." And by that, he meant to be as wild as her words prevented her to.

"Show me who you really are through significant gestures that words alone... could not deliver. Help me figure it out, help me understand."

If she couldn't disclose who she was, then she could show him through his actions, just like he was doing.

Sakura nipped on her lower lip, smoothing a hand through her lustrous damp hair pulling it backwards in an extremely hot manner, while she leaned onwards captivated by his touch.

Cupping his already erect member that was brushing against her inner thigh, she positioned his dripping wet ridge between her moist folds and undulated her hips against him like a mesmerizing siren whose intentions were wicked, naughty and impish, glissading forward along his abdomen while he entered her from just the right angle.

"Ah— I-I hate y–you –ah– so damn much..." She murmured between whimpers of pleasure when Sasuke rolled his hips against hers in a slow torturous ample motion glissading into her from another angle enhanced by the fluid motion of his body and she nearly felt every last fragment of sanity and insanity net into that maze of passion.

Sincerity shrouded into her pea orbs, brimming through her words while she moaned them so expressive but nothing was more descriptive than her eyes.

No diamond in the world shimmered more expressively than Sasuke`s eyes and thus Sakura found herself scared to gaze into those stygian mirrors for they would show a face of her that she tried so much to deny.

The prospect of seeing myself into you Sasuke is as preposterous as it would be to deny that I am afraid to glance because your mirrors might speak the truth.

Pulling himself in a standing position with his sinewy arms still wrapped possessively around Sakura`s shoulders, fostering her into his embrace like a priceless treasure that fell into his hands, Sasuke made Sakura nuzzle into his lap while her ankles locked around his lower back, successfully bringing them in the most intimate –romantic– position.

Canoodling her tenderly –almost too affectionately– he fine-combed his left hand through the silken bundle of the virgin strawberry locks latched to her orbs, enkindled encased emotions inside her in a myriad of contradictions, tucking a strewed tuck of hair around her ear to leer longingly into her jade irises. "U-Uchiha…?"

Instantaneously his lips curled upwards into a crooked thin smile trimmed by the vivid understanding that his orbs were potent enough to decrypt the feelings brimming inside her eyes, while the aureate engulfed the emerald of her irises, enkindled like torches burning like flames into the night sky.

Haphazardly Sakura realizing that, as much as her ration would rather have her whack his hand away from her person and most likely brutally kill him with her very bare hands, she could not because her heart was leaving her athirst for him, similar to the scorching desert coveting for droplets of rain after so many years without pabulum to sustain its life.

"You earnestly resent me Sakura..." His voice was ornamented with lace, leather and chocolate spilling like droplets of the hot steamy sweet liquid to her skin making her shiver by his unrivaled way to whisper her name, while caressing the outline of her slim jaw and rubicund cheeks.

"But what will you do... since you are so smitten for me? Your body naturally covets for my every touch, for the taste of my kiss, for my body moving inside you..."

She was shivering like facing an arctic storm in her nude form and she was aware of her bodily responses, but Sakura could not stop herself. "No I…"

His epistles, his words were not normal; he was snot trying to captivate her, Uchiha was trying to bewitch her, to charm her, to beckon her to him like Black Magic and rip off her soul from its casket and let it fall into the trap that he set, masked into he most mesmerizing and irresistible illusion.

And she, like the fool she was, waded into every syllable tasting that potential alternate reality that she might be living straight from his golden goblet, mistaken poison for ambrosia. "—Sasu-Sasuke... stop, I–I... I just... I can`t... no mor–"

Wreathing her –almost– trembling hands betraying a more demure conniption like her normal spitfire flamboyant and volcanic demeanor, Sakura let her chest melt against Sasuke`s chiseled one feeling the sateen silkiness of his alabastrine skin calescent and soaked in droplets of perspiration engulf her entirely in its rapturous clutches. "Ahhmm…"

Her voluptuous hips careened forward to meet his own and burn that flimsy distance between them, while he was still lean and firm and lodged inside her body up to the hilt, stretching her smooth walls in ways deliciously undefined by ration and morals. "Oh!"

Gasping lightly when the nub into the back of her throat made her choke on air, Sakura adamantly welcomed him inside with no restriction or inhibitions, wrapping around him in almost possessive affection. "Sakura…" He murmured softly, almost lovingly and she couldn't ward off those feelings.

The nuance and the fine sophistic barrier between hatred and love was deceiving and frightening Sakura because not only it made her stray from her road to revenge as the feelings of acrimony were diluting into the ones of sweetness, but she was losing the very purpose of her existence.

Any sort of admiration, adulation, esteem and potentially love for Uchiha Sasuke would leave Sakura completely void of purpose and empty; and living as an empty carcass would only lead to her existence dissipating and cremating into the flames of his pyre and that was out of question.

Sakura would rather die than end up with no reason to cling to that existence and betray her very revenge –somehow, she felt it that the concept of retribution has been dematerialized from its empiric meaning and became a different person with a living copse and spirit, turning Sakura into this perfect marionette and thus she did not want to betray it.

Hatred was a living demon but what she did not know was that Sasuke has also been one of its merciless cruel captives, barely escaping it –ironically enough– falling prey to life`s finest sarcasm, by encountering Sakura and finding his liberty and his own oasis of Paradise into her.

At this point, the lenitive solar feeling of being caressed by warm sun rays and feel the wind cool into his face alleviating all the problems and have his petrified heart feel suddenly soothed, easy and light as the one of a child uncorrupted by the injustices and prejudices of life, was worth every sacrifice, even ending up with the prospect of him ending up being killed by her.

Sakura understood that the feelings of acrimony were kindled and pertaining to the same fire of passion and consequently it could transform into its yang counterpart; a passion in adoration, in love.

Lust and physical pleasure, desire and carnal yenning led to a mid-pathway, a leeway connecting those two halves like a bridge arched over the tumult of their tortuous relationship.

She has been underestimating heart`s feelings while betting everything on her winning card –the act that her body could not feel anything and thus she lost her own game.

"I hate you... I despise you... I resent you Uchiha Sasuke from the bottom of my heart..." I loathe you, she kept on repeating it in her mind, on her lips but her heart formulated another forbidden line, I love you. "I—"

"—know you do." Start to love me, whether it was the response to hatred, to love or both she didn't know but Sasuke was always perceptive, always in control, always... knew everything.

And she knew it as well but vehemently refused to embrace it because as long as she did succeed in getting her revenge, then it would not matter if Sakura died along with her enemy who has eventually fell in love with.

On the contrary, like Sasori would put it judging from an artist`s sensitive perspective, it will be very poetic; artistic, an emotion to live forever in the limbs of time.

"I hate –ahhh— you..."Indeed, what could she do now that Sasuke has splintered everything that she deemed as tangible in her life and left her without a lifesaver to moor onto in order to remain afloat and not fell prey to his abyss.

The depths of darkness might just have a lighthouse at the end of the void, as Sasuke was the Ruler of it, manipulating every single shadow into every tangible form that she desired.

Even passion had threads attached to his fingertips and he played the music in her like a conductor, listening and perceiving every tick, every crescendo, every interludes, knowing exactly how to respond to her as if he has been meant to lead her. "Let me g—go— oh!"

His body inside of her burned her innards in blissful pleasure strewing her until she saw stars, filling her and completing every missing puzzle as she winded her ankles around Uchiha`s torso in a desperate graphic position stretching like a an arcade to take more of him inside of her.

"You like this Sakura... you like what only I can do to you... what no other man can give to you,"

His words whispered blindly and she dumbly nodded to everything a she winded a trembling sweaty hand around his shoulders to bring him closer and kiss his throat suckling on his Adam apple and feeling how it bobbled as he struggled to breathe as his lungs burned and his muscles felt tense and strained from the effort.

No, I don't like this… I don't like him and I don't want his touches… I don't but… I need them… need him!

And they do not even have those completely cliché recycled fated type of romance where the man and the woman found themselves as missing parts of the same whole, embracing that tumultuous feeling of finally be uniting as there was no one fitted to be their other half, no far from it.

In fact, their unexplainable attraction was impossible to be placed into a stereotypical category because it was nameless and a combination of all the others prior. "No one will ever make you feel so alive Sakura, no one just admit it… stop trying to elude it when it is so clear…"

Slim dexterous fingers dug deep into the maze of sable locks grazing his scalp as his spikes left the glossy pampering feeling of her digits and knuckles being caressed by silk, unable to eschew from his dusky eyes.

Shimmying into his embrace, Sakura wound her hips against him as she started to ride him back and forth but this time, she did not start an aggressive pace on the contrary, she nearly loosened her hold around his neck when he rolled his body in perfect sync with her, equally lackadaisically meeting her halfway and doubling the pleasure for both. "Ah— Ah!"

"What will I... do..." She kept on chanting while his hands smoothed along her skin, soothing her creamy slim thighs and the back of her knees, then gliding upwards to the swell of her rounded ass, embracing her flute waist, while his other hand was stroking her cheek, affectionately, almost intimately like only a lover would touch her.

Playful long appendages smoothed along the cords of her swan neck, sensually, erotically sliding along her shoulder while following her hand that was latched to him seemingly bringing her even closer to him –embracing him.

Sasuke could not vie with her sprinkling charm voluntarily along Sakura to mesmerize him, not even trying to justify his stubborn childish infatuation with her –because there was nothing more lucid in life than feeling such a nefarious love for someone like he did, finding the golden coin shrouded by the dark mud.

Sakura was not a mere caprice of him just to prove his unmatched coquettish style to lure a woman, no.

He had the exact representation of who Sakura really was but even as he had the lucidity of danger hanging above his head like a honed guillotine ready to slay his head, Sasuke did not care. "Sakura… look at me, love. Acknowledge what is happening between us."

When his palm skimmed down her collar bone in a fleeting graze descending to the roundness of her pert breast, he nearly lost his mind completely and thus it projected into his stygian orbs –mirrors to his soul– when he felt how fast Sakura`s heart`s pace percolated in a zealous cadence; it was not adrenaline rush. "N-No… there is… nothing—"

There is everything!

It was him, because of him that her body arched so deliciously against him, bestowing him such tempestuous feelings.

Whatever words they said to each other were pure incoherent; they didn't even know what their lips formulated in the midst of these passionate and intimate moments and it didn't even matter anymore.

Because the thudding of hearts did not result from adrenaline rush; and not the intimate embrace connecting their bodies so fittingly deliciously close together. An embrace... worthy of thousand unspoken words.

This feels like an embrace of two lovers, was the figment teetering between us in silence but screaming from the depths of realization as t slowly sunk into their chests.

I want to kill you now and seal this moment in eternity forever with the blood of revenge completing the vow.

His name was there inside the vault of her chest heaving with every beat and she could not stop it nor hid it. Uchiha Sasuke…

Skillful fingers, smooth and balmy like a gentle caress of a droplet of light summer rain seized the expanse of her supple mound kneading it with the back of his palm spreading the net of pleasure along her form wrapping it around her shoulders like a mantle, symbolically making her his queen.

"You are free to do whatever you desire Sakura because in the end," He leaned forward to cut the yielding lobe of her ear between his canines nipping on her skin while she arched against him tightening her embrace around his neck when coltish shivers crept along her arms and spine in response to his touch.

"Oh my God! Ahhh!" Simmering waves of pleasure rolled between Sakura`s spread thighs in deliquescent flames seeping from her core as she rotated her hips around Sasuke`s body, while he glissaded in and out of her, hard, slow, deep and sweet.

"you will end up returning into my arms in search for what only I can give you. In the same place like nothing has ever changed Sakura."

Only we changed. But the game remained the same, unchanged, with the same old rules, with the same outcome, with the same fascination. "My love... my one and only secret love Sakura."

No no no don`t call me like that, don't tell me things that would make my eidolon turn around to see your face again and thus cut down the journey to my destiny short Sasuke...

His epistles were not simple bravado; they both were aware of it. Sakura especially, since she has not deciphered the mystery of how was it possible for Sasuke to make her feel pleasure, pain both spiritually and physically but her lips trembled in both pleasure and hysteria as nothing around made sense anymore and she found herself be hauled farther and farther from reality into a blurred maze that contains Sasuke and only him; he was everything she could perceive right now but shockingly... it felt enough.

Without you, I feel nothing… nothing but the curved response of quietude talking back to me, reminding me of how much I should have never loved you like I do.

He was her revenge –so vulnerable spooned into the palm of her hand– as she had her enemy so exposed for her to do as she pleased, Uchiha was alone with her with no one to intervene between her and her object of acrimony and retribution, no one.

Sasuke multiplied the pleasure for her as he continued to sleep with her for as many times as they could physically go on –and even further– and the fact that everything in her life revolved around this single man who was elongated deep inside her body shimmied from the vestiges of the best liberation; she felt genuinely free and it was the most uplifting feeling into his world. "free..."

Sakura suspired hotly, moans unfurling from the depths of her rising chest, as she let her chin rest on his shoulder completely surrounding to how Sasuke was laving her pulse with his abrasive tongue occasionally suckling on her skin and the words percolated out of her mouth mindless and haplessly sincere. "I am finally... f-free... FREE!"

Momentarily, Sasuke froze upon hearing her confession but he was good to ravel it; Sakura perceived nonetheless because his hand that was around her waist tightened so as he obdurately tried to store her words for dear life and make sure that she was palpable and not an utopia.

"Nani?" It would have been almost comically how Sasuke`s baritone voice sounded almost stunned and heavy with befuddlement in addition to the unmistakable lustrous lust, but Sakura felt her mind jarring in obliviousness and thus she untangled her arms from around his body to lean backwards detaching from him.

Propelling her palms onto his toned straight thighs as she arched her spine deeply grounding her hips into his own, she let her head teeter backwards aimlessly as she tittered in a way so sinister, so demented and irresponsible, so lucid and completely detrimental, seeping with insanity in its purest form mixed with all her ration and soundness that made her horror and ominous like in any moment she would metamorphose into a mystique creature.

"I am unfettered Sasuke... I am not bound by anything that is not in this room... and it`s the most fucking amazing thing that I have ever felt!"

Leisurely cupping his right shoulder with her hand stretched away to anchor to him for a better leverage, she started to undulate her hips and belly to him sensually, rhythmically and fast like a tempting skilled belly dancer who was defying laws of physics.

"Haha— hahahaha! I`m free FREE completely FREEE and it feels freaking amazing! Hahahaha!" Malicious demented chortles were mixing with explicit moans travelling past her lips as she stretched before him, locks of damn velvet hair falling in cascades over his knees and calves as she rocked with him.

It was the most sensually erotic picture that Sasuke has ever seen in his life; she reminded him of a Vampire Queen dominating him –her mortal prey– while she carried him through the paths of her corrupted deprived world of carnal sex and dark desires and Heavens... he lost it for real; every single iota of control flew out of the window.

Insanity mixed with erotica was such an irresistible combination…

She has just admitted it out loud, moaned it, explicitly voiced it out with her own mouth that was tinged by his kisses that he was enough for her, mirroring his inner thoughts without him confessing them.

Morphine was not like him, she was his female counterpart, his mirror image reflecting the most gruesome image, entrapped into that absurd circus, enough to trigger his own version of madness, unhinged, pure, beautiful, formidable, decadent and unhinged.

Sasuke was completely engulfed drowning into the lust of her sylph amazingly contoured body, by the opaline-blue sapphire afterglow of her perspiring skin, by the bobbling of her bouncing breasts following the motion of her waviness against him tempting him to taste her erect nipples, suckling on them and trace the swell outline of her mounds with his tongue then cup them in his palms, by the flittering of her messy coral hair in the deceiving shade of virgin pink sprinkled around her form and tickling his strong legs arousing him even more –if that was humanly possible– by her lips trembling with his moaned given name, by the way she was rocking her way to pleasure without any inhibitions, living to the swell of her confession; she was acting like she was free. "Sakura…"

"Hahaha— can you feel it too, Sasuke? Do your ears perceive the sound of insanity like I do? Do you understand its melody as it spells? As it invades the… mind?"

Like he was not even there but at the same time, it was him the one she wanted. Flippantly elongating his right hand skyward to frame her cheek with his lean fingers, Sasuke led her back to him as she lazily fluttered her emerald orbs open to meet his intense gaze.

Kami— they had the color of insanity and Sasuke felt like being enclosed into a miniature of an emerald diamond with all its polished faces glistening into the light of a candle seemingly like the precious crystal was melting like lava.

For a moment that seemed to be freezing the swings of a pendulum, Sasuke stared into her orbs in a manner that he never looked to anyone before, but words were unable to leave his lips.

And she dared to hold his gaze without blinking, seemingly lazy and too lost in pleasure as her walls were pulsating and clasping around his member signalizing that a build-up orgasm was ready to erupt in bubbles of euphoria, holding his gaze; he was trying to tell her what he couldn't believe that would ever leave his hot mouth... but could not. "Sakura..."

Her name alone combined with the explosive look in the depths of his sable orbs and the passion of his kiss when his lips captured her own savagely almost desperately sliding his tongue into her open mouth as she happily let him invade her deep, wet and hot, understanding everything; she knew perfectly well what he has just tried to tell her. "Uchiha!"

That he felt the same as her. Wrapping both his sturdy arms which were traversed by bulky veins overflowing with blood and hormones sweaty and giving him the rough masculine virile appearance of a Roman Emperor, Sasuke leaned backwards slowly lying supine on his back so as not to hurt her by the sudden shift in his position, not removing himself from her body, making her shadow him with her knees straddling his hips, not breaking the contact with her lips as his palm was caressing her cheek. "Ahmmm…!"

And Sakura, instead of slapping, spitting, biting, punching him –react damn it!– accordingly so as to prove him wrong, she completely leaned into his touch playing along.

Mounting him firmly between her toned thighs, she let her palms spread on his chiseled abdomen rubbing his torso up and down as she traversed the planes of his pectorals, while she rode his body freely up and down, setting a pace that was convenient to her.

Sasuke`s hands were brushing , squeezing and massaging every single smidgen of her siren form that he could reach, exploring every depth of her body and she let him do it; heck, she savored every touch, every stroke because it kindled her latent flickering fire like a torch.

She was burning into her arms, feeling every single move, every jerk of his body inside her, along her skin, onto her lips and the taste of Sasuke`s kiss was melting the bitterness of her hate for him.

And the same thought has stricken in their minds at the same time –they were in big trouble. Of all the preposterous things that Sasuke has done so far, this must be the craziest; to get so personal with one of his enemies, and instead of annihilating her, he kept on fucking her and even enjoying it more than he should have had.

Not only that, but he was basically breaking all the Codes of the Mafia, his family, his friends, his associates and basically everyone with the exception of himself because as far as he was concerned, Sasuke didn't give a single damn about anything else as he was being with Sakura like this –them and no one else to meddle into their affairs.

And Sakura... she was positive that she was already denied access to Paradise and even Hidan`s Lord Janshin might have found her too much of a sinner to open up the gets of its den for her to enter, feeling like the most mirthful sinner.

He was worth all the sacrifice… Sasuke was worth it.

But the sweet aroma of insanity doubled the pleasure in everything, even dancer because as soon as Sasuke and Sakura came to the conclusion that they were breaking rules that they were supposed to adhere to and be obsequious.

Instead, they kept on blatantly breach them willingly, that unparalleled sensation of sin was something that they both pandered to and thus found the beauty in the simplicity of their tortuous relationship.

It was so simple, so organic and genuine for Sakura to be with Sasuke without it having to mean something according to all the archetypes of romance in the other people`s eyes.

And they didn't even need to look like lovers for someone to notice the alchemical chemistry sparkling between them, so vivid and radiant like they were canoodling the same type of insanity, connecting themselves as one from the beginning until now.

Sasuke has always that that unexplainable magic about him which made Sakura think about the stupidest most poetic lines, emphasizing that void in to her mind which insanity and dementia briskly bubbled in in a twisted desperate scar tissue so that she would still preserve her ration and conscience intact as much as she could and not fall prey to complete lunacy as she was a patient of a Mental Hospital.

A modern torturous jail for unfortunate society rejects with no mean to escape but wade into the endless sweet oblivion of injections, potent drugs and chimeras till the end of their days.

Do we all have to hurt each other in order to heal our wounds together? Sasuke had a fleeting bitterly monologue with his conscious while thinking about the in depths of this world`s tortuous paths and how he could depict simplicity in the imbroglio of lies around him; he found it in being with Sakura like this, stripped of inhibitions, morals and preconceptions.

He felt it too that being with her is as natural as touching her like she was the sublime rhyme of his poem.

An immeasurable pain this girl felt, Sasuke observed while rolling his tongue sensually along her lips playing with her wicked one.

Every single kiss of Sakura stood as a vestige to how her heart was veiled in twilight, and he couldn't help but wonder whether this lucid insanity pushed to the limits of absurdity was the consequence of the torture that she has been subjected to or an inborn versatility of her conniption.

Mutual understanding... they were each other's enemy and salvation. All wrapped up in the tenue of the same person and that was magnificent and fascinating because he realized the beauty of their encounters.

Both had to swap masks so as to both deceive the other and pay attention not to fall prey to their own and the other person`s smart game.

Always tiptoeing with caution through the fragments of broken glass. His hands, deliciously warm and sensuous, cooped her in sateen and velvet as they smoothed along the fine sinews of her calves, stroking her ankles and the back of her knees slowly sensually enticing her with gingerly strokes along the curve of her creamy derrière rounding her skin with his palms then kneading her hipbones. "Ohh…"

Sasuke let her roll and wind against his body in circular maple motions, swathed in carnal deliverance, bouncing above him and breathing through half lidded onyx eyes which were drowned in glazed lust, watching his engorged member coat in their juices as she arched against him in pure ecstasy.

In one fluid motion Sakura swallowed him entirely when she found an certain angle that allowed him to penetrate her so deliciously deep, rubbing a certain ridged area on her inner walls that left her gasping for air as she inhaled fire through her nostrils and parted lips.

"Oh GOD! Fucking AMAZING!" She cursed obscenities as she sang God`s name in the same staccato moans as sweltering droplets of perspirations traipsed about the cords of her neck meandering between the valley between her lively glimmering breasts.

That delicious sensual view automatically made Sasuke lift his muscular arms to foster them in his palms like she was a master puppeteer wreathing him in invisible ropes.

"Hmmm— damn Uchiha– touch me!" She half screamed half commanded him in both dark passion and desperate insanity as she placed her palms above his own as he massaged her round breasts rubbing the back of his palm against her pert tauten nubs as they shivered and tingled under his warm touch.

Coltish trembling digits sensually slid along his wrists as Sakura tilted her head towards him, smoothly feeling the rippling biceps under her fingertips, then balancing on his shoulders, pinning him with a drowsy fire storm look in her eyes, ferocious and rapacious and demented, one that nearly made Sasuke choke on air.

Breathing has been forgotten when her bruised lips collided with his own kissing him blindly with lust and abandonment netted in a hypnotic dance of masks and desire, nipping on his lips and suckling on them zealously before she chewed on them between her teeth. "Ah…"

Sasuke`s slick tongue glided along her upper lip, both moaning and groaning in delight and pain, letting the adrenaline surge south to fuse their desire further.

She was sliding along his body deep rolling her hips against his as the angle that she was bent over him allowed her to rub her clit against the firm girth of his hard member doubling the pleasure as he hit her sweet spot inside all over again, thrusting his hips upwards to meet her pumps halfway, the friction electric and incandescent.

"Ah— more, moore! Not –ahhh– enough!" She nearly shouted in frustration as a cataclysmic orgasm was bubbling madly into the pits of her abdomen making her muscles clasp around Sasuke`s body, but she herself couldn`t find release.

Having the notion of such a power against her at this disposal, Sasuke couldn't help but smirk as his lips landed on her pulse as she tore her petals from him to breath into his ear, deafening him with her lecherous request, knowing exactly what she wanted from him.

"Say my name." His tune clipped possessively, stubbornly painting her lips in the colors of his showering kisses, nipping on her succulent petals.

"Say it and I will comply and take you in bliss with me Sakura." Her name murmured from his lips ever so softly, thundered into the hollow of her chest pressing against her shoulders like the heaviest of curses; a delicious curse that only Sasuke could damn her with. "just say it, Sakura this one time say it like you mean it. Or even better... beg me for it."

Say it.

Say it!

~~Say it~~

Something in her head... something about his voice, she sagged under the pressure of that voice, reeling, oblivious and yet poisoned with something so obnoxiously good that it felt addictive like trotting with her bare feet onto the water without submerging; only dancing.

And she couldn't put her finger on it, but it seemed like his voice pervaded her mind like a mantra, a spellbinding command doing something to imbue, to implant an order into her head that she couldn't control; he was hypnotic in a way that she couldn't describe but it was way beyond arousal and desire.

Was it manipulation?

"Don`t you ever understand it puppet? Don`t you realize that I am the master puppeteer and you are playing on my stage? Everything around... is my dominion and not yours."

"D—Damn— it... damn it Uchiha! Just fuck me harder! I need... I want this!" Her lips finally sputtered one lone confession that clutched against Sasuke`s heart, squashing his thumping organ until it seeped with the essences that revealed his most intimate emotions. "I… need you! Fuck— fuck it Sasuke, I want you! I want you so damn badly! God, just— just... AH!"

Hearing words that she unrolled for him and admitting to him that she needed him in such a way, even if tried his best to eschew from the trinket clinging into his heart, a wishful golden coin tossed into the depths of a fountain, Sasuke found himself slamming his hips against her so hard that he couldn't even believe it himself that it was possible to sink into a woman so deep and her reaction was immediately, intense.

He lodged inside her once so hard, se deep, so precise and sharp, stretching her so amazingly wide that she arched from the bed like the mattress melted into lava overflowing under her back and burned her with an electric surge that knocked the wind off her lungs; in pure pleasure.

"Ah!" Her light-lyric soprano tune dripped with lust and euphoria, nails pressing into the softness of his skin like trying to hold onto that miraculous bliss.

She swore she saw exploding fireworks in front of her, vision blurred, distorted, turning into clouds, rainbows and sparkles blind and drenched in pleasure, in lust in... feelings hitting her in effluences of ecstasy.

Sasuke was pumping life and energy inside of her, cosmic, magnetizing every pore of her body until she charged and invigorated growing wings latched to her shoulder blades, fluttering and spreading wide into the breeze, flying, shooting to the stars and becoming one with the universe; synchronizing her heart`s rhythm to the one of the stars. "Ahh— Sasuke—"

His lips were looming over her chest as he stroked her with moist warm caresses as his irregular breaths were making her molt inside for him.

Seeing him struggle and get affected by something enhanced the element of human weakness into the sublime intangible Uchiha Sasuke and somehow, instead of making her feel empowered and grow confident in front of her enemy, Sakura felt even weaker for him and fonder of him.

She— oh Kami she liked him for his flaws, for showing that he was human and thus added uniqueness to his boring and somewhat phantasmagoric picture of perfection and that made anyone peculiar, distinctive and more captivating, more enigmatic more... beautiful.

"AHH! Yes— YESSS! AGAIN!" He mirrored that movement to the point pain and pleasure became one and impossible to distinguish, it was painfully amazing, it was so good how they both felt that it was painful to withstand but at the same time they wanted more.

Her body felt electrified just like she was being on an electric chair –the Asylum had such a device used to turn their brains into jelly– but this time she waded into the feeling, her electric shocks tossed her body up into Sasuke's chest as he kept her down, tight into his embrace almost protectively, thrusting violently inside of her, but at the same time, he was not brutal.

He still succeeded in being elegant and passionate in that rich delectable sensuality that was so distinctive in him, even though he was fucking her brains with the opulent king sized bed cracking and shimmying violently against the wall as it slammed with every thrust of Sasuke and Sakura was positive that he would tear her in half, but the sensation of having him roll inside her so deep, so deliciously powerful pounding life inside her body was indescribable.

He was making every benumbed narcotized nerve in her body suddenly come to life, stir from their slumber and breath life and passion inside her like no one before. He was the antidote to morphine!

Somehow, Sasuke was capable to literarily and physically alleviate the effects of so many ears of strong drugs injected into her body in ways that Sakura couldn't comprehend nor did she want to deem as miracles.

"You have no idea how amazing you feel, Sakura." His lips suckling on her ear shell sent tingles that Sakura barely perceived amidst the multitude of sensations that he was giving to her, but his words trembled against her skin like a lulling harp, so rich, so melodious, so heavenly and yet so dark and hoarse and she moaned anyhow just by hearing those words before she could censor herself.

Coiling her hands that were mindlessly grazing the washboard planes of his abs around his shoulder blades, she pulled him into a strong embrace as she buried her face into the crock of his neck, inhaling the most divine fragrance of a virile man, combined with his strong poignant perfume suckling on his Adam apple as the bone bobbled up and down as he was trying to regulate his ragged breaths in vain.

The veins along his lean member were pumping blood into his body mixed with raging hormones, his sac was heavy with semen waiting to be released into the cushion of her warm body and give her a part of him, as superficial and purely carnal as it might seemed, he desperately wanted to give her something to remind her of him, to claim her as his even if it was something as unimportant as his essences, but what he will never know was that his body pumping life inside her and warming her from inside out was something so incredible that Sakura simply couldn't put it into words.

Sasuke was definitely not the first man in her life, but somehow, she felt more connectedness to him than with anyone else before him, dare she say, it felt just like how her first time should have had, mentally and physically.

No one has been so caring, so elegant, so considerate, so beautiful with her like him. Of course, Sasuke was the paramount of elegance, his etiquette everything about him was sublime, opulent, luxurious, alluring.

When he was inside her, the world melted into an unimportant maze of blurred lines and suddenly there was one her, his sculpted body torn from an ancient hard covered tragedy written by a Greek philosopher and a burning bed barely containing the incandescent passion lighting it into a pyre, floating in vacuum as stars shoot into her eyes making her blind, deaf and yet so alert, so alive, so good! So right, so wanted, so beautiful and desired-

"—Oh!" She found herself propelled on her back as Sasuke charged forward not breaking their contact while guiding her legs around his waist in such a basic position and yet, she felt more intimately connected to him as their bodies were pressed together and their hips were rocking on the beat of the same enthralling dance.

He went all the way inside her, sliding deeper and deeper as she arched like an archery against him opening up for him doors to her that no one transgressed before, wanting more of this feeling, more of him and more of everything that was Uchiha Sasuke.

Everything that she could steal from him, she would do it. Something sliding under the palm of her hand that was clustering the edge of the sateen pillow as a certain roll of Sasuke`s firm hips knocked the wind out of her lungs made her snap her emerald orbs open and barely making out anything between that thick lustrous veil of fog and lust. "Ah… ahhh…"

Sakura watched blindly and helplessly as Sasuke snuck his left hand under her own entwining their fingers together, then suddenly flickered his obsidian orbs to her emerald ones, pinning her frozen in that gaze as she understood the significance of his gesture mirrored into his eyes.

A new pace formed between them and suddenly, their dance became something meaningful a metaphor for feelings, a symbolic imbroglio of much more than just physical desires, a union of another level... lovemaking. "Sakura,"

Poetic, transcendental, traditional, affectionate and emotional like it shall be. Just making love to her. Showing her exactly how it was done and God... Sakura actually believed it, even for a moment she truly genuinely believed it.

That Hinata has always been right.

Paradise does exist and so is God because that was exactly the first thing that left her quivering lips in the moment Sasuke, with all his might and coordination and self-discipline, slowed down his pace to the maximum and put a meaning behind his pumps, making it symbolic and meaningful everytime he filled her in entirely, letting her feel everything, every inch of him, delicious, fine, hard and sturdy, vigorous and masculine, beautiful, irresistible.

"Oh my Goood- S-Sasuke-h!" His name crushed from her lips as it broke into evasive syllables and moans in pure ecstasy as she actually tightened her hold onto his hand for dear life like the ultimate leverage for sanity –or insanity– and chanted the chorus of his melody between gasps, cries and sighs in complete bliss.

Tears aligned with the rim of her Egyptian cat orbs making her look like a fallen innocent Cleopatra falling from her golden pedestal into the dark desires of her own caprices, but she was not aware of them.

The things that she has seen in Sasuke`s obsidian orbs, those eyes that were always so void, so empty, so austere and barren of any emotion, has sent her straight to Cloud Nine.

"Ah... AH!" Nothing legible padlocked to her mind, only his name; surging into her head, over and over again, like a curse.

The most delicious curse and she completely fell prey to his spellbinding voice, allowing him to actually love her body in retribution for all those cruel time when it has been abused, tortured and violated.

Now, in this moment, Sasuke was actually fostering her, spooning and caressing her almost lovingly and, being positive beyond any reasonable doubt that he was only very skilled, she completely waded into the feeling knowing that it was no harm that can be made.

Oh, she was so so wrong! Because albeit Sasuke was not the biggest philanderer and he hardly coquetted ladies on a whim, he definitely did not made love to the women he had flings with.

But she will never know this; it was his own secret. She thought that he was just being very gentle with her because this was his nature.

Sasuke was not a barbarian man without control nor a hormonal teenager or a brutal mindless pathetic excuse of a man who would be rough and abuse a woman simply because he could physically and mentally restrain her. That would be so low for someone of his caliber.

"Is it so delectable to you, dear?" He whispered into his favorite Morphine`s ear and his voice alone mingled with that subtle dark mockery was gasoline poured on fire.

She grew so slick and wet by the sound of his enticing voice alone as he was sliding his tongue along her neck and she nodded to him nonetheless.

"Y-Yeahh—" She moaned to him in delight, wreathing her thighs around his sculpted hips tighter, locking her ankles behind the curve of his lower back as her unoccupied hand sunk deep into his raven hair that she secretly adored so much for his softness.

"—don't stop... don't stop Sasuke... don't— AH! Oh my Goood!" She thought she would die when he rolled his hips twice arching against her as he rolled inside in a fluid motion, slowly but fluently hitting her sweet spot in a way that electrocuted her literarily and she nearly leaped off the bed if not for his body pressed against her so intimately and hotly.

"Do you like me to have you so slowly Sakura? To feel me imbed so deep inside of you as I feel you with my body slowly..."

He enunciated every words as he poured chocolate on his elegant sensual talk while mimicking what he was whispering with every slow thrust and she nearly died right on the spot.

Her heart couldn't have strummed any faster. Morphine was reduced to a simple painful memory as she felt everything!

Every iota of him she felt and by all the Heavens above, every inch was delicious! How sad it was, she vaguely realized, what a waste that he just had to be the object of her revenge.

'Why oh WHY can`t you just be someone else and not Uchiha Sasuke?' Of course, because perfection couldn't exist without its counterpart, imperfection, just like very shadow was hiding into the light.

"Tell me Sakura." his sweet tongue was burning her like someone was pouring wax on her skin with a candle making her shiver and feel so much pleasure that she simply couldn't put it into words because there were none, rolling everywhere, from her shoulders were he nipped and filled her skin with bruises and marks, to her generous breasts rolling around the wrinkled areola around her nipples purposely avoiding clasping the burning nubs with his lips, then returning to her throat and jaw, tasting her like savoring an enticing beverage. "Tell me how much you enjoy this with me?"

Oh— how much she yenned to whack pummel his brazen figure for those words as he so arrogantly claimed possession over her, but she would look like an imbecile teenage girl in a fit of independency and womanhood if she even begin to deny how he made her feel when her body pumped, arched and burned to be touched, to be penetrated by him and him only.

So she only forced herself to tear her orbs open and leaned forward with an unexpected force and vigor to slam her lips against his, tucking his hair backwards as she had her first full of his raven locks tickling her palm and knuckles as she bruised his luscious mouth in a searing kiss, telling the bastard everything he wished to know, in her own style and he happily took everything in and even more, returning the kiss just as passionate and ferocious, but still incredibly elegant.

Suddenly, there was no pain, no memory of pain only pleasure. An immeasurable oasis of pleasure at its fines most sublime definition. "Fas—faster..."

She actually implored him as tears were rolling unhinged from the pools of her eyes and he noticed as he pressed his lips onto her cheeks tracing the wet line along her cheek making her face burn and tingle at the contact. "...faster I just— I can`t hold it anymore—"

She yearned for that explosion of colors, rainbows similar to being heavily drugged; Sakura absolutely craved for her release to come and wash over her and make her oblivious to everything and maybe erase their trace from this world and Sasuke understood.

She felt him too nearly losing it as much as he forced himself to keep up with that sweet torturous pace.

The touch of his muscles grazing her plush skin, those deliciously carved defined fibers burnt and swelled creased by bulking veins, shrouded by hot rivulets of luscious sweat coating his ivory skin were tokens of the effort that he was putting into the act and that concept alone made something frizzy coiled into the pits of her belly travelling to her chest.

Insanity took over again even before her heart that the chance to receive the epistle that was seemingly sent to it protecting her from falling deeply in love with Sasuke, and thus fall into her own trap.

Because that would be ridiculously cliché and not to mention stupid and bombastic and disgustingly similar to a modern Cinderella and she would laugh hysterically whacking her skull against the wall until it cracked open at her own stupidity.

She couldn't do that, no matter how good he was in bed and how perfect he entombed the picture of a lover; the lover that any woman would dream of, as much as they remained impassive or oblivious to the fact that he was in reality a Capo of a Mafia family.

Or maybe this was just another dark fetish of any woman`s alluring fantasy that added to Sasuke`s natural charms.

"—stay," She has been hauled form her own bubble of fantasy when Sasuke tapped his forehead against hers trapping her lips into a fleeting peck whispering to her softly as his ragged gasps betrayed just how much he also sought for relief. "just stay with me. Promise me."

She was taking aback by such a rather intimate request but it was hard to even blink let alone argue with him picking up his pace as he rounded her hipbones with his palms keeping her in place as he winded his hips against hers, hitting her like a rolling wind washing over the sea making spirals of waves along the coast as her emerald orbs rolled into the back of her head, breaths being stuck somewhere between her lungs and throat.

She nodded weakly mewling something intelligible, probably a plea or a broken moan. "Oh—Okay..." Her lips mumbled weakly, the resolve to adamantly deny him now receding.

Wordlessly, Sasuke smirked into her hair as he buried his face into her shoulder, placing a lingering kiss on her skin and she kind of blubbed in protest that he did not peck her lips. "Hmmn—"

He knew what he did and the confirmation of her protest rendered him a swelling pride welling into his chest. So much for her denying him…

To compensate for his mischievous unfair approach, Sasuke changed the direction of his penetration, sharply hitting her again in a fluid thrust reaching her deep and fast at that pace that sent her straight to the moon and back. "AHHH!"

With just four similar smooth thrusts and she grazed his eardrums as she shouted a musical shout of his name leaving her lips when she went rigid under him and fell prey to the sweetest release.

"Sasuke! Sasuke!" She shouted to a wraith, to the Heavens above being virtually projected beyond those filigree ornamented luscious ceiling she screamed in pure ecstasy as release brought her a state of mind that she has missed terribly form an entire month, screaming like he was so far away from her.

When he was just above her still pounding inside her until she felt his semen spill inside her body, so warm and so slick nearly making her grow aroused again as it seeped along her creamy thigh and his lower abdomen, with Sasuke murmuring her name softly. "Sakura…"

And they both went lax and sweaty between the rippling maze of exuberant soft bed sheets and the only sounds that would be heard were the deafening tinnitus into their eardrums their erratic inhales and the sound of their heartbeats.

The sync of their bodies thudding like two Swiss clocks fleetly and jolly keeping up with every second, pumping in union, beating together as one. "S-Sasuke…"

How amazing his name sounded when she voiced it out like that. He was definitely insane but God was it worth it. Suddenly there was no other woman except from her that Sasuke wanted like this, only Sakura. And that was already such a big problem.

A fiancé was waiting for him at home, probably spamming his inbox message and yet he was a fugitive with a woman that refused to give her last name to him or her address, sleeping with her like newlyweds on their honey moon in one of his hotels. How fucked up that was?

Indubitably not something that a responsible rational Capo would do… but what the heck? He didn't need anyone to know about this and if by chance Naruto who was as sneaky as he was annoying and annoyingly wise sometimes did brought the subject up, then he was going to either punch him or ignore him.

Or bribe him with a free Ramen coupon on his favorite restaurant that was conveniently not giving free passes anymore. Courtesy of Sasuke of course.

And that would silence him because Naruto will never sell him away, not even if he broke the Mafia Codes just like Sasuke did by taking the chance with Tsunade Senju and saved his life. They were brothers beyond the Borgata and thus traitors of their own principles.

But no one had to know this, just like Sakura was his own dirty little secret, his own guilty pleasure. He smirked lazily as a blissful lethargy washed over him and he almost rejoiced with Shikamaru who was being in that similar state around the clock.

Yeah, no one was witnessing what they were doing here. "Stay just— don`t leave now." Stay forever were epistles looming above them, between their entwined libs and embracing bodies as something too powerful and overwhelming was happening between them.

She just nodded dumbly trying o see through blind eyes but nothing but an effluence of kosher happiness came to her as she enclosed her hands about Sasuke`s neck and shoulders burying her nose into the junction of his neck and shoulders; so as not to bear the pain of seeing her reflection of failure into his crystal onyx eyes.

Resolution and determination crumbled and shattered like pieces of broken mirrors reflecting all the flaws that presented a real true face of her idyllic demons —vanquishing the myth of finding deliverance in hatred while presenting its hideous face to her— that Sakura was afraid to look at. "O—Okay... I`ll stay... stay with… you—"

She was to whirled around his spell upon the music that made her body vibrate to leave him now, tangled with him felt liberation —even more sublime than the paradigm of hatred and the prospect of reaching the swell of happiness in the embrace of vengeance.

A viperous desire to both kill and kiss him poured upon Sakura`s lips like a poisonous honey, vanilla and confection aphrodisiac, leaving a bittersweet feeling in her mouth. "I`ll stay…"

Soft rose petals brushed over Sasuke`s parted lips when she arched her neck to look in his eyes accidentally but that fine-grained fleeting caress of lips has been enough to kindle the same passion and thirst for him along with those pleasurably vibrations drumming into her chest.

Sasuke sent ripples along her body with his look alone; she felt like a suave violin trembling with every note percolating from those heavenly strings turning into spirals of smoke and reaching for the sky in all the plenitude of a spirit that has found his other half.

Uchiha Sasuke was completing her in ways undefined and miraculous. Elegant digits curling around her nape, he cupped her face with his palm and kissed her passionately, slowly. "I should not be here Sasuke. I should not..."

"And neither should I but who are we to question the pace of destiny?" His tune implacable, humming into her ear trifling words that caressed her heart as it cantered in a small flickering miracle, his hands smoothing along the expense of her kosher tummy tickling her warmly.

"Or the cupidity of two hearts that yearn to be together?" His lips spoke of amour and yet his eyes thundered unfailingly urgent and possessive waiting for reciprocation —maybe even hopingfor her to sputter what was thrumming into her heart; a mysterious concoction of dubiety, rejection and desire.

She turned her head as she let her satin virgin pink locks untwist atop the pillow wetting the brim of her upper lip nervously —why was the knot in the back of her throat restlessly shimmying.

Sasuke`s taste lingered like aromatic tea upon her skin and his smell was tattooed and imprinted on every pore fusing with her own and making her feel so complete and so connected to him intimately, erotically.

His knuckles grazing her cheek was scorching her passionately. "I don't see any valid reason for me to stay Uchiha. You do not captivate me with these kittenish gallants. I don't fall for sweet talking."

"Do you find my words to be trifling then? Pejorative?" A lenitive caress stroking the curve of her shoulder traipsing upwards along the cord of her throat, he continued to clutch onto her soul placing a magic onto her soul, controlling and domineering the flow of her figments, mind reeling with the ineptitude to stop the flow of words. "What about my gestures? My… touches?"

Sasuke was in need for confirmation for a concept that Sakura found suspect and thus her mind proceeded with caution, but coherence sagged in lieu of that blissful submission to him. "Your… touches…?"

Sakura had no control over her own unwieldy moves, except for the ardent fingertips coiling along his sculpted sinewy and the crests of his tauten muscles, sprawling in desperate desire along the expanse of his herculean pectorals, wanting, mapping his beauty in blind lust… needing his fire as much as she needed to ward him off her mind.

His palm glided over her sides and she tucked her orbs immediately when they glided between her thighs, massaging her nether lips and she bit her lip when he went lower brushing over her ass. "My own way of making love to you?"

Again, he whispered 'making love' reiterating it like a spell to her so as to charm her, to infuse that occult effect of a witchery and she was falling for it ravenously.

Sasuke knew what he was doing; he knew this game, he played it numerous times before with the same results she reasoned.

But her heart wasn't listening to ration —it didn't play the game of lucidity as insanity was whirling along those fervors of sensations washing over her and hitting her in waves of new feelings that she didn't understand, she was only feeling, only sensations were cooping her and she felt so powerless to fight them off.

Sakura hardly concealed a moan when a finger tantalized her lace folds that were still engorged and moist bearing the memento of her last orgasm that sent her to shooting stars, still over-sensitive, still perceptive to how his touch brought her to life breathing energy and effervescence into every iota of her skin like magnetism pure discharging from the lightning storms.

She shook her head adamantly. "I don't trust any of them; they are all inconsequential and fustian just like your own flamboyant and courteous attempts to be seductive. But you are talking to a numb and insensible woman. I feel nothing."

He actually smirked or smiled a thin but expressive smile that compelled everything including a subtle nuance of belittling loftily conniption towards how she was flaunting skills that she didn't poses —to detach from her human side completely.

"There is so much substance into nothingness Sakura that you do not even envisage, but I do."

Cupping her chin with a delicate but firm determined touch that only he might concoct in a sublime mixture for —gentleness and power— Sasuke made her look into his eyes, gazing through those open windows to his mind and sway along those paths where his figments took the contours of tangible ideas that were revving through his mind

"I would know because… I come from that part of the world... see form the other perspective and thus have the antidote to cure that induced supposed numbness. Even if you want to deny it, you yearn for me to soothe you and make you feel all that deluge of sensations. And I can see..."

His fingertips gingerly caressed her cheeks and smoothed along her shoulders and arms smirking lightly at how she shivered involuntarily as she tried to regulate her breaths.

"…I can see everything and realize that you too have addictions and that poison is me Sakura." Sliding his tongue over his lips as collecting his sprinkled thoughts, debating what his next words would be he whispered. "No matter how many times you want to stray away... it`s me the one you will backtrack to and not because your hatred."

"The only thing that I want from you is sex Uchiha and nothing else." She evaded him swiftly by trying to see through those scathing words but the dither in her eyes and her body response to his touch, to his strokes to how his warm kisses were showering her jaw and pulse and turning that fire burning inside of her to a scorching pyre.

"Liar," He shadowed her lips with whispered kisses, moaning in pure erotica between his nipping as he tantalized her lips with lush strokes. "you are such a liar." It was not an observation, but an agonizing veracity.

Oh— how she wished for those words, for those hopes to be genuine, to earnestly spill from the core of his chest —mere illusions of a deranged mind, she argued.

"You want me Sakura... and not only in body but in soul too." Sasuke`s words unfurled so implacable, so plangent conquering every morsel of determination in her bones. "You desire all of me because simple carnal desires you ocean seek in any other man but the things that I can give Sakura,"

His digit trailed along her lips then down the column of her throat and glissading over the valley of her breasts tickling and burning her skin. "you won`t find in any. other. man." He decreed, vowed and sputtered the painful truth into her astounded face. "Of that I can assure you."

She knew that; she knew that Uchiha was not flaunting skills that he couldn't back it up because there was no man like Sasuke.

He was so sublime, so masculine, simmering of energy, of that indescribable fire and electricity that was churning under his fingertips traversing through her all body whenever he touched her.

There was no other man to compare to his sublime beauty, to his energetic intellect, to his astounding intuition, grace, savoir-faire exquisite elegance and aristocracy, there won't be someone whose eyes resembled blacks sapphires gemstones.

No one. Everything was unique, particularly distinct to him pertaining to something mysterious, precious, fine-crafted and delicious.

"Yes—" She whispered, moaned, screamed it in pure delight shouting it from the solstice of what her heart was allowed to feel for him in that moment of blissful drug induced state of euphoria if only for a moment 'morphine' became the ticket to freedom, the best aphrodisiac seeping from the lips of this snake that was Uchiha Sasuke.

"Yes I want you and no one else! Damn it— no one else but you Uchiha!"

"What exactly do you expect... demand from me Sakura?" He tapped his forehead toward her so as to trap, to beguile, to captivate her into that fulminant stare, ensnaring her with flyspecks of abandonment and something else that was aggressive, desperate and incredibly hot that she couldn't limn.

"Tell me. Say it, express it— damn it." Albeit the missives that he coveted to hear will never unfurl from her lips that only whispered lies when they were not kissing him, it would suffice to just hear her lie to him with her lips while telling him the truth with her viperous eyes; eyes that wanted so much to hate him but in reality they were mirroring the anguish and he vulnerability in her heart.

Sakura`s heart and mind were not corresponding to the same feelings because love was insane but never insanity was capable to fall in love and at that time, Sasuke was incapable to depict which of the two traits was dominant in the woman that he helplessly fell in love with.

"I— don`t know... I don`t know! Why does it matter if we only sleep to each other and nothing else-"

"—don't you even try to negate it Sakura because I will not allow it. We are not just finding solace in the carnal pleasures of our bodies Sakura. We,"

Sculpted hands encircled her waist as he knead her hipbone and his voice alone was a kosher caress against her skin; silken soft, rich, dark, sinful like wine but equally sweet delightful and dangerous in terms of making her mind reel in beatitude.

"are making love to each other and you cannot deflect this truth albeit you maybe do not like it."

If there was a trinket that Sasuke had into his crafty digits was the truth that Sakura did have a speck of feeling towards him whether it was not clear what that was. But it meant so much to him… inestimable treasures secluded into his vault were her denied feelings for him.

Sakura didn't deny one single gesture or touch of his, on the contrary she pandered to each and every suave kiss and the more gentle he got to her then the more keening sounds were breaking into her throat.

Reluctantly, Sakura became more captivated by him demanding more of him, visibly enjoying his attentions, his ministrations, his hands dancing along her curves.

The bitterness simmering into his chest for this tempestuous trap that Sasuke has set for her albeit his heart ached and chest constricted sending pulsating ripples of pure guilt because he used something like that to trap a woman —a gesture to perverse to be used by a gentleman— but he had no choice.

He couldn't afford to lose this war, his inborn affinity to being a Mafia Boss was not permitting him to fail and every iota of his intuition screamed at him to finish this off, trap her into his spider`s web, wreathe the invisible ropes around this puppet and maneuver her on the stage by crushing her will and the power to move freely.

To kill her.

And that was his duality just like Sakura utilized her insanity as the most lethal weapon in her arsenal; Sasuke was using his cruel bloodthirsty nature who didn't feel mercy or affect for anyone, including the woman he loved. "No no that neve— ahh!"

A savage electric bolt jarred along her spine haphazardly when Sasuke pressed his hips against hers winding it slowly but grounding down as his semi erect member coated in their milky fluids sharply glided through her spread folds again and rubbed against her clit aligning with her opening, teasing her darkly, cruelly as she visibly shivered into his arms.

He was playing toying with her mind that stupid motherfucking mastermind genius and she knew it!

Sakura knew what game he was playing but unfortunately she was so helpless when he acted this way towards her, she was unable to form a coherent sentence in her mind let alone concoct a stratagem.

Because when she was in his arms, everything faded into the distance without importance, nothing matter anymore and nothing made sense but how every pore of her skin screamed for him, wanting him desperately blindly with abandonment and ardor; like she never yearned for anything in her life, not even for freedom.

She was a captive trapped into such a delightful prison here caged in Sasuke`s strong embrace and she didn't oppose to his moist kiss albeit she knew she should have fought with determination and prove him that he was wrong.

"Liar... you are my favorite liar Sakura." And instead of rejecting him or worse castigate him for this treason that he committed —to teach her the immeasurable pleasures that a woman could feel opening the leeway to sin— she treaded her hands around his neck and pressed herself to him.

Sensually she grinded her hips against his firm ones desperately, hard and sensual moving like a siren`s hypnotic dance as her ankles locked behind his knees rubbing sensually up and down his toned calves as he grew harder, firmer with every stroke and fueled by their mesmerizing savage kiss, pulsating with vigor and stamina as he poked her entrance.

"You say that we are not making love but if you want me Sakura... I will be more than delighted to demonstrate the difference between having sex and making love to someone."

"Wha— AH!" Head tossed backwards as she arched impossibly deep and desperate when a thunder has just charged against her spine followed by an electric jolt jarring through her limbs and spine when Sasuke thrust inside of her in one hard motion stretching her before she had the chance to breath and prepare for the deliciously rich intrusion.

Knocking the wind out of her lungs, she shrieked and wept his name as she lost her mind entirely when Sasuke hit her so deep that she thought she would die right there in his arms in pleasure, pain and panic.

That incandescent rush of adrenaline, hormones and endorphins suffused her in a chemic amalgamation, similar to a drug, nearly made her go berserk. "Sasuke!"

"that my dear," his voice coated in pure sin and chocolate promising sweet malice loomed over her ears as his lips latched to her earlobe nipping on it. "is the only word that you are going to repeat for the next hours. So be mindful not to forget it accidentally."

Arrogance was seeping from ever pore of his body but that was the last thing in her mind; every flyspeck of sanity has vanished instantaneously when he started to ram inside of her so savagely that she thought that he would either break her body in half or the bed at how hard and impossibly deep his penetration was.

Uchiha took her in an almost animalistic manner like wanting to give himself to her and to that moment of insanity for a moment losing his peculiar self-control and calmness that was probably keeping his real feelings bottled up and simmering into a pool wanting to explode.

Nails grazing his biceps his shoulders and back were sinking painfully into his alabastrine flesh leaving marks of burning claret onward his body but he felt nothing; only that frothing bliss churning inside his lower regions as he kept on gliding in and out of her with ardor in his veins and a beastly bliss into his mind.

"Ah— ahhh!" Her moans, her intelligible epistles, her silent cries and whimpered nonsenses were being tattooed on is skins as Sakura clung to him desperately until no distance was left between them and he felt it... he felt her going flask into his arms and he knew what that meant.

Sakura voluntarily gave herself to him completely without any reticence. For that moment her muscles became completely weak into his arms letting him do her completely and that made him wonder why?

There is no difference in how you do it Sasuke... not a single one damn it! Even Uchiha himself hasn't realized that albeit his fluid moves were hard and deep preparing to charge onwards with all his might like wanting to unite them as one forever, thrusts that sent her pounding into the headboard of the bad as he tapped his palms over the edge for leverage, knuckles turning white with the force applying and his biceps taunting and swelling sweating and burning with force and adrenaline, he didn't stop being affectionate and caring.

Delicacy and those feelings that should have never existed have never been lost on the contrary, now they were more visible than ever.

Desperations creamed the truth into her face that they were both feeling that act in ways that they shouldn't.

'You cannot hurt her Sasuke, you cannot punish this woman no matter how much you want. you are an idiotic Uchiha Sasuke, you lost at your own game.'

But he was still a winner because he voluntarily allowed himself to indulge into the wonders of falling in love for a woman like her and basket into the feeling unlike Sakura was heavily denying it with all her might —or not.

"Damn— damn it all Sakura..." Sasuke as castigating himself for falling for this woman so terribly because the mistake was his; Sasuke hasn't censored himself when he still had that possibility.

Now the situation degenerated into lust flourishing into feeling a thing that shall have never happened because a Boss must never ever show sentiments and if he did have them, then he was supposed to cut all the roots to that cursed weakness.

Sliding his palms under her plush posterior, Sasuke leaned backwards as he rolled them over then got up while he folded his legs neatly onto the matters like he was meditating and hauled Sakura up to lie comfortably on his lap, all while he handled themselves so swiftly and in two fluids movement that Sakura simply have the time to react or process what was happening.

"Oh?!" She frowned lightly when her hands wreathed automatically around his shoulders realizing that Sasuke has switched positions to own that was as simple as the was very very intimate.

Unlike the classical missionary position this new hot one allowed her an ample perusal over his sculpted body and thus she was face to face with him being so close in front of her and she couldn't elude those eyes of his anymore.

Their embrace was even warmer, tender and somehow more desperate resembling the one of two lover spending their last night together and she felt it.

Sakura felt it percolating deeply into her heart and this time no insanity aided her into evading what Sasuke was silently asking or rather challenged her to still negate what she was feeling.

But the problem is that she herself had no idea about what exactly she was feeling for Sasuke Uchiha because she did not trust her own mind to be entirely clear and lucid and thus those were new sentiments that never dared to approach her before. "Uchiha…"

"I can think of endless ways for you to be mine, Sakura. And I promise to experience them all with you."

He was still spellbinding with sensuous syrup coated words, so mesmerizing and so obviously deceiving and cliché that she believed them; Sasuke used the simplest weapons against her and they worked ridiculously well! "Move for me, love," He urged gently, darkly, sensually and vehemently with no room for protests.

A calloused palm cupped her left breast massaging and squeezing the plush creamy skin hard, slowly pressing her backwards until her lower back rested atop his knees. "Ahh— ohh— S—Sasu—ke..."

Slowly she relaxed her hips as she grounded him, leaning with her hips forward and aligned with him as she dipped her head down and arched her spine, not believing herself the sensation that coursed through her when Sasuke slid a hand along her left breast and tickled her ribs descending down to her belly and thigh, guiding his member between her nether lips. "Ah…"

Brushing over the filigree skin of her smooth folds, Sasuke pushed his velvet nub through her lips gliding easily into her passageway with no obstruction.

He glissaded so naturally into her smooth body only aided by the shifting motion of her undulating hips as she swallowed him entirely inside her throbbing walls.

She clasped around of him deliciously tight in pulsating spasms of her muscles as he stretched her, chocking on air.

"Sasuke!" Sakura couldn't believe how deep he filled her from that position not leaving any single smidgen of distance stretching between them in fact, he has never been sheathed so deep inside of her like in that position and considering how well-endowed he was.

"Sakura…" His girth was incredibly well-endowed, thick and tauten pervading through her throbbing walls, the sensation of fulfillment traveled along her passageway diffusing throughout the column of her spine stopping into the last expecting station; her chest. "Oh my God how this feels—"

"—ride me love, move for me slowly, sensually with wantonness." He has never been the one to dirty talk a woman during intercourse because Sasuke found it juvenile and only something that pubescent teens experimented with because they couldn't control their rabid hormones and last enough to bring each other pleasure, but with Sakura everything drifted to sinfully deviant; and it has never felt so liberated.

A demon inside of him guided his limbs and twisted his words. A calloused left hand encircled her breast spreading his elegant digits around the yielding skin, squeezing it hard as he pushed her down with her hands leaning backwards curling into the matters as his knees poked onto her lower back supporting her.

"give yourself to me love; give yourself like you have never belonged to someone else ever before." Her emerald orbs glinted with a dangerous hint seeing that look into his eyes; they filled with something that she never saw in Sasuke —it was hysteric, insane, demented and demonic almost like he was possessed by a wraith as he whispered to her in almost a non-human voice.

"I want to see you grotesque, sexual, graphic and lascivious... inhibited and dirty with no shame into your body."

He has never forwarded something so explicit with her, always claiming to make love to her but seeing how his hand that was kneading her breast latched to her throat and encircled her windpipe like he wanted to choke her. "Argh—"

Kept by him like captive in that steel lasso, Sakura arched deeply inside of him while she had to put in more effort to gain amplitude to undulate her lower back and supine thrust her hips so as to ride him in that position awoken something primal inside of her. "Haaa— ah…"

"Ride me desperately like your very life depends on it... Sakura," Love me desperately was etched into the front of his mind, but he was inept to disclose to her because he will only look like a fool; she will never correspond.

His words were magic and aphrodisiac beckoning her to sweet sin; she felt more womanly that anyone has made her feel albeit he was talking to her like a cheap prostitute but somehow that concept of dirtiness and animalistic sex aroused her to the point where she could hear the syphoning of her sleek milky juices as he penetrated her, rubbing her dripping wet skin as he glided into her passageway over and over again and it was indescribably good.

"fuck me so hard until we both bleed and scream our names in pain. Fuck me until it hurts."

He was right, it did hurt her terribly because everything in her body was a bundle of knots; her pert nipples were hard like diamonds and ached so terribly good begging to be pulled and suckled by him.

A desperate ball was bobbling up and down her walls pulsating and feeling heavier as it traveled towards her opening, into an endless pleasurable pain as Sasuke's engorged manhood pushed it up back only to have it sink down low when he pulled back from her and the idea that the heaviness in her hips will never end was insanely blissful.

It was that kind of claustrophobic pleasure that she prayed for it to never end; it stirred a duality inside of her that she couldn't contain because she screamed it on her mind for it to stop but her plush lips delivered another message.

"More... more!" She urged him slamming her hips violently against his while his unoccupied hand that was not constricting her throat encircled her back possessively dipping down to suckled on her breasts as she moaned desperately squeezing her orbs shut. "Ah— ahhhh!"

"Ride me harder." He growled to her like a veritable demon commanding her like a Boss and she never felt dirtier in her life; that mental and physical pleasure transcended everything she has experienced so far.

It was glorifying and purifying for her, she felt so free, so good, so unhindered by morals of conduct, by manners and any reasonable restrains, Sasuke was fucking her senseless but at the same time it felt like he was trying to tell her something more.

"Harder Sakura… Do not resist me, take me all inside, let me get deeper into your body Sakura, let me get to the hilt, to the secret spot inside of your walls that will make you scream my name."

His growls resounded so alert, so desperate, so… ultimate like this was their last night of passion together, like she will forever slip through the cup of his palm, forever turning into sand carried by the gust of a breeze.

She secretly chanted for him to never stop saying those dark sensuous things; they have never been so lecherous and vulgar and his lips continuously sprinkled even more explicit vulgarities against her skin.

Leaning onwards, Sasuke nipped and kissed every iota of her bouncy chest, skimming along her pulse and stopping to her ears, enjoying her ragged breaths as she barely kept on breathing at how his hand encircled her throat; almost like he was trying to kill her whether in pleasure or with his bare hands she was not sure.

But it felt amazing!

Her ankles were going numbs locked behind his back as her thighs cupped his sculpted waist encircling the v muscles of his hipbones, holding herself tightly closed to him, while he met her sharp thrusts halfway always stopping for a brief moment when he lodged inside her to the point where he couldn't go any deeper physically so as for her to remember the feel of him inside of her so desperately amazing, so good, so meant to be... so right and organic like they were the two missing parts of the universe.

The Yin and Yang fusing together to give shape and life to inanimate shadows. "You feel incredible Sakura. I can't even describe it with words."

His voice swished with a melodious caress of a chocolate wind lush and rich tickling her skin as Sakura drowned into him entirely, indulging into that sensation that he evoked.

A veil of pure erotic intimacy sprinkled with sensuality and elegance swathed around their shoulders in billion rose petals fluttering in spirals from the sky; the bed sheets felt silken and exquisite and heavy rippling under their dancing forms and enhancing that amazing luxurious effect of making love to someone so exuberantly rich.

"Sasuke— no more," She murmured between broken moans while her hands helplessly sought for more skin. "no more…!"

Her voice felt broken and unhinged dripping with heavy lust and sparkling desire, but at the same time, the look in her torpid eyes was splintered like billion broken pieces of emerald diamonds reeling in a blissful drowsiness' because she refused to think altogether about things that she would rather keep occult from him, instead of ruining that moment for them both.

"Stay with me Sakura." He reiterated with a flyspeck of despondency in his tone, hurting and pleasuring her at the same time for disambiguating the same things that she refused to acknowledge; his feelings.

"Stay just… stay." His husky inflection trembled with a harsh possessiveness sounding lupine and demonic as he continuously let his hip's cadence pendulated with the same yielding fluidity rocking her like a boat traversing turbulent streams and glissading in and out of her, his pace mimicking the harshness in her own disarray bouncing.

Sakura`s fingertips were grazing and tucking on everything that she could hold onto; his biceps, the satin mattress that felt like lying on clouds, his profuse sombre hair, while massaging his scalp with her fingertips, orbs rolling on their sockets in pure delight.

The pressure in her body, the incandescent tension, the lush slick feeling of being pumped by his hardness, stretched in such delicious ways, the depths of where he was hitting her, the perfect angle between how their body harmonized together, their limbs fusing as one and how she momentarily felt his heart rate revving into the same cadence as hers when Sakura clutched his shoulders and pressed his body towards the mattress.

Her flimsy weight dabbed onto him, melting that barely there distance between their bodies turned the cool empty space into a sumptuous electric dance of sweaty skin, hormones and ardent touches.

"Uchiha..." She growled like an enchanted lioness leaning forward to capture his lips into a flourishing sweet kiss dripping of pulpy exotic juices and making him go drunk in pleasure; wanting and desiring her like he never desired something so passionately —desperately. "...why do you uprightly— trust me?"

Her glossy tongue played with his upper lip as she challenged him but his only response was to press her down onto the mattress with her legs dangling on either side of his firm hips and continuously picking up his pace, thrusting inside of her until their gaps became one with the splashing sounds of her smooth wet walls being syphoning by Sasuke`s engorged member, coated in their mixed milky juices and brushing though her sticky silk lips. "Why? Why..."

Her nape sunk into one of the scattered pillows while her shoulders flattened against the mattress desperately rumpling under him like a hurt snake wanted to squirm out of his touch but at the same time it was his name the one she was reiterating drowned in a blinded lavish lust.

"I do not," he simply stated as his aphrodisiac lips trailed along the valley between her succulent breasts, his right hand gently guiding her left ankle to rest upon his shoulder ten mirroring the same movement with the other, successfully locking her in that vulnerable positions.

When he let himself glide inside her as her sensual derriere rested on his thighs, he successfully brought her into his lap, while Sakura swore that she saw stars; switching her moans to coherent murmurs was an impossible task. "but this is not pressing right now." Albeit it might become later on...

"Arghh— Sa—Sasuke! Oh my God!" She bemoaned like in pure agony at how deep he entered her and she wasn't sure whether those rippling trembles of electricity were painful or pure delight; probably a compromise of the two but it was on a whole new level.

Sasuke never penetrated her so deep, it was almost as she felt him into her entire body and not just in her lower regions, but it was exuberant. How could he come up with such positions that allowed him to enter her even deeper than before when she was positive that there was no more room into her body to accommodate his well-endowed body?

"Do you like this Sakura?" His teeth gnashing together was an undeniable token of his own state of control slipping though his fingers when her warmth surrounded him entirely like a cotton blanket possessively throbbing and clenching around him in violent spasms sending the same frisky sensation along his thighs and lower abdomen where his fibers felt sore and tauten and a ball of flames ready to explode ay moment.

"Are you able to feel more of me from this angle, love?" His mocking word echoed painfully inside her head in a memento of how stupidly she sought pleasure in him.

"Don`t —ahhh— call me —hmm— that!" She tried to elude from the effluence of unwanted feelings, bullets that were being discharged towards her exploding as they pervade through her chest and she didn't want where Sasuke aimed; realizing that he will never try to quell her mind where the sole ruler was insanity.

"Why not," A sadistic smirk that compelled a triumph that Sakura couldn't limn has blossomed on his mouth and that made her heart falter for a moment. "if this bedchamber is the place where we both pretend to be what we are not... hm?"

The way he paraphrased that distinctive word ticked something into her mind that Sakura couldn't decipher, albeit it was like a cold shower for a wakeup call —to open up her eyes, remove the drape of heavy lust and pleasure off her orbs and see what truly lied in front of her.

A trap.

'We are the ones who changed so much in such a short amount of time', bitterness was simmering inside her chest while she helplessly clung to Sasuke like he was her last resort to hope, to life, to salvation form that obscure abyss where she was slowly drowning —in a revenge that added a tinge of sweetness into it. "My hatred towards you is –hmm—real…"

"…but your eyes speak otherwise, Sakura."

"No, they are not—"

"—hold me tight." He interrupted her gently but in such a velvety commanding, confining her mind and body into those dark desires ignited inside of her, as her delight swelled welling into the pits of her stomach.

Wordlessly, she wrapped her hands around her ankles that were resting on either side of the cords of his neck, moaning wholeheartedly as his hips undulated, filling her in and teasing spots inside her body that made her want to kill him in pure bliss.

That level of pleasure was pure torture and yet she loved it so freaking much that it hurt –he hurt her physically and he continuously pounded inside of her and marked her mentally. "Oh… oh Sasuke…"

He wanted to pervade her mind and search for something that was deeply nested inside but she didn't know what exactly; was Sasuke trying to force the truth about her identity out of her sealed lips or was he simply fascinated by her insanity?

"Ahh—har—harder!" Parched lips felt void of feeling about his kisses but he couldn't do much from that position except from pulverizing her with that look in his obsidian eyes, glazed by the glossy nectar of lust and thirst for flesh bathing those sapphires irises and encasing something that nearly left her breathless; her gaps for air became unbearable as everything hurt so damn good and oxygen turned to liquid lava.

He couldn't even think coherently as the fluidity in his thoughts kindled the ashes of feelings that he knew dead and buried into the pits of the fortress around his steel heart –a state of mind and feeling that the profile description of a veritable Boss demanded, let alone comprehend how was it possible for Sakura to demand more of him when he couldn't physically fill her any deeper.

His penetration was complete, fluid and lush, stretching and filling her so deep, so profound as he unraveled her softness in all the splendor of a woman`s mystique beauty, and yet… she wanted even more from him; something was still not sufficient and he didn't know why because Sakura insisted that she didn't have any feelings for him.

That was as far as he could physically go… and yet it was still not deep enough. He didn't thave her heart.

"Tell me what is that you desire from me Sakura." His voice was a strangled groan as he fought for control with his own hormones that were on rampage. "What do you want from me? What do you want me to do to you?"

Coltish fingertips were caressing the damp sable locks that were sticking to his perspiration forehead, then traced the proclivity of his strong cheeks and temples down to his firm jawline, with an unforeseen gentleness considering that it came from her –form the one and only Morphine.

"I—I—" There wasn't something more melodious than the beauty of her voice moaning in pure enrapture, feeling how the internal battle that she had with her own demons materialized into that rupture mirrored in her eyes; that part of her wanted him but another one rejected the idea of living her life without hating him. "I don't know… I really don't know Sasuke…"

But you do, and he truly did know what she wanted because as much as he didn't delude himself into thinking that Sakura foolishly would ever renounce to her ideas of vengeance just to be with him , his intuition as a man was not deceiving him, making him naturally respond and correspond to what the woman in her desired –and she wanted affect, feelings.

"Oh… oh— Sas… Sasuke… ah!" Her breath was mirroring the same erratic rhythm as her inner muscles clenching around him as his friction was harder and harder with every thrust, both being so close to that powerful release that was simmering inside their bodies but it was Sasuke the one who tried to withhold his need to spill his warm essences inside of her and milk her.

"Sakura." Because that wasn't a woman who he only wanted a discharge of those frothing hormones, or use her like he would use a concubine for mere release because an Uchiha knew that a real man was more than just a package of hormones and it took more than a simple fuck to satisfy himself as a man.

He needed the unparalleled transcendental feeling of a real woman beside him, in all the plenitude of the term.

Sasuke didn't just want her body, he wanted her to give herself entirely to him, to unravel part of the mystique that a woman was, an intangible emotion, the fluttering of a graceful butterfly, the perfume of a pristine lily… emotion and femineity, grace and power combined, a softness that only she could give.

"Ah—no wait what are you—"

"—giving you more." She gasped lightly when Sasuke pulled himself backwards because the loss of his warmth, of his firm body moving inside of her was enhancing the incredible void in her body, guiding her legs back onto the mattress that became a pile of cremated charcoals burning under her fingertips. "Stay still."

He slowly rolled her on the side until she lied supine on her tummy with her legs apart and her hands pressed onto the scattered sheets, trying to look over her shoulder, gasping and perceiving the immeasurable exhaustion that was creasing though her body, realizing just how tiring it was to engage in such activities with Uchiha but of course the reward was infinitely more satisfying. "what do you mean, why did you stop—"

"—trust me." That was hallucinating considering who this man was and there was a bit of arrogance in him to ask her for such a privilege.

This Capoe could very well pull out a gun and shoot her now as she was in such a vulnerable position, but she relaxed inwardly when she felt his hands gently bring her legs together , adjusting her in a position that made her feel like taking a sunbath on a lounger on an exotic island.

She couldn't imagine what could he do in that position when she felt him lie atop her back, his chiseled physique pressing onto her as her chest sunk into the brocade golden cross-stitched embroidered blanket that was half spilling from the king sized bed, but she needed him ferociously as her body kept on pulsating and shivering, aching and begging for something to smother that fire inside her.

Had it been someone else more innocent and prim in her place Sakura would have blushed furiously in embarrassment when she felt large droplets of sticky fluids seeping from the core and leaking onto the blanket and the mattress, glistening along her nether lips and percolating over the inside of her slender thighs, but not her.

"Hey wait—?" She frowned in confusion when Sasuke brought those muscular arms to rest upon her own, with his palms entwining with hers, appendages linking together in a strong hold combining the warmth underside their palms together.

But all the ration left her when she felt his member coated in rich juices, slick and steel hard oozing virility and manly power pressing against her ass as he rubbed through her curvaceous cheeks, tantalizing her. "AHH!"

She wanted to do something, hold or grab something to scratch with her nails at how her spine was invaded by violent electric jolts of magnetic flames but she couldn't do more than squeeze Sasuke`s lean hands as he did the same, pressing her nails down his knuckles as he rippled behind her, letting her feel him just as she wished; more.

Her body was only traces of fire melting into her perspiration, bathed in pure euphoria and lust as she gasped moaning incoherence and curses, with her emerald orbs squeezed shut, arching her neck to rest her temples upon his cheeks.

Immediately, a deliciously sweet pair of masculine lips latched to her perspiring skin and sprinkled her nape and shoulders with butterfly kisses, then letting his tongue laved her pulse after his canines sunk in to graze the throbbing vein, tasting her rinsed skin and feeling life flow through her veins, revving at the feel of his touch.

"You like this?" You like me, were the hidden epistles now thudding virtually into the echo of the room`s lush silence.

She could only nod helplessly as she pushed her ass backwards into his hips while her inner lips were burning and the skin around her elastic opening felt tight and throbbing in need for his body; but he also felt so good rubbing himself against her bottom like that.

"U—Uchiha… I need—" She would never beg that man for anything and he also knew that her pride as his enemy and the ego was preventing herself for giving herself to him completely, but stealing such confessions from her when her mind was hypnotized by him was futile and fruitless now.

She was impotent to touch him, to see him or set the pace in that position, being reduced to a helpless beggar for pleasure but she didn't care.

Sakura knew that Sasuke won't kill her now because she lured him successfully and trapped him; he made her addicted to her be it only because their lovemaking was intense, full of idyllic passion and pleasure.

So Sakura let Sasuke do her like he wished; he didn't lack imagination in that department she noted bitterly humorlessly as she let her cheek rest on his own, secretly inhaling sharply to feel his amazingly aphrodisiac peculiar smell –no man smelled like Uchiha Sasuke, he was divine.

Her breasts ached as her pert nipples swelled and rubbed against the crumpled blankets begging and screaming for his lips to enclose around them and suckle.

She rubbed her thighs together frenetically not able to quench that fire dripping from her core anymore, and part of her wished for Sasuke to slid inside her ass if possible, at the same time while rubbing her core.

How amazing would a double penetration of him feel? But… only if that man was him and that was impossible, but the mere thought of it mentally aroused her more as she melted against him.

"Do you want to feel me here too, darling?" His ridge poked at the tight cartilage of her posterior planting soft moist kisses along her pulse and cheeks almost tenderly; and he wasn't faking being graceful with her.

"Tell me…" His voice was a demonic sin spelling her name with a hint of betrayal in it as she was relinquishing her morals.

"…Sakura." Her name felt so wrong coming from him, a bittersweet mixture between forbidden pleasures and something so alluringly fitting that caused a rupture into her chest.

"Y—Yes… I want to –ohhh—feel you—" She didn't have time to moan his name when his rich satin ridge slowly glided inside of her slowly gingerly letting her accommodate to the intrusion, but she was already so lost in that sickening pleasure.

Completely relaxed, this time Sakura only felt a stretching pleasure, still not used to the feeling of having him enter her ass but it was not unpleasant at all, on the contrary, the tight ball into her belly pumped even more pleasure through her.

"Oh my God Uchi—Uchiha! Yesss—like this! Fuck me—" She still eluded to acknowledge that he was not fucking her, because those ardent kisses along her chin and the corners of her lips, those glances subtle and lush like she mattered, the way his digits clasped around her holding her hand tightly like aiming it to mean something, were all vestiges of them making love to each other.

And she conceded to it, responding to him in blithe consensus, to his every gesture. Pumping her as deep as he felt that she was comfortable with, letting his right hand glissaded her sides and the swell of her breast, then the inside of her thighs and knees then skimming around her slender spine, being so graceful, so delicate and so... unfamiliar to how he usually was.

It was that easy to forget that Sasuke was Konoha`s Mafia Leader when he was so suave, so delicate, so affectionate with her and so incredibly loving with her but the most amazing thing about their tortuous relationship was that she didn't know what not only Uchiha was aware of her identity as Morphine, but his gesture were incredibly real. This was a man who was genuinely mirthful.

And his merriment derived from the fact that he, as a Capo of the strongest Mafia Family in the Five Great Nations was that he was the only one affording the luxury of having feelings for someone and not only just feeling, but also displaying them to no other than his enemy; the arrogance and defiance in his gesture granted him an immeasurable feeling of fulfillment and freedom.

So much freedom... "Does this hurt Sakura? Are you feeling good?" He asked in seemingly concern that she couldn't settle with; she couldn't accept his sincerity, but Sasuke wanted her to communicate, desperately coaxing her into accepting it for once that she liked being with him.

Where they even together as in an affair or a secret couple? His chest swelled in a trifling hope that she might reciprocate one day...

"H—Harder… go harder Uchiha… and… I need— I want you…" She grasped his hand that was not keeping her left one trapped above her head in her own and guided it between them to press against her nether lips, moaning breathlessly, hotly like a hellion, a sorcerer in disguise without any shame swimming in her half lidded orbs. "…here too... I want to feel… ah… you here…"

He nearly came violently inside of her when his fingertips brushed and rubbed against her lattice folds at how incredibly wet she was; wet of their juices that were still sprinkling from her aperture. "Hmm?"

Sasuke let three of his long expert digits massage the inside of her core as much as he could reach in that position; she was completely relaxed and stupidly docile under his touch, while her muscle were all throbbing and girding about him rhythmically, spurred by sheer adrenaline and hormones.

The chemistry between them was so rich that it was palpable overflowing like rivers of wine in the Ancient Rome`s Emperor`s Palace.

She had no idea how she made him feel when he sunk inside her body, she felt warm, fine and beautiful, tight but always so pliable and fitting as she welcomed his endowed body inside her.

There must be something enigmatic and amazing in sleeping with an enemy, something that Sasuke has deduced fleetingly.

Probably because the adrenaline rush of doing something so forbidden and dark infused the hormone discharge but at the same time, there was another truism that churned into his mind.

The knowledge that he was defying the old Mafia rules as the very Boss himself already changing those strict ideologies and molding them to his own convenience; to how he imagined a new Mafia to look like.

"This is how I want you to be," He run his fingertips along her slender forearm making her shiver and melt into his touch; only he could evoke such feelings inside of her and make her womanhood come unwound. "docile, breathless and lost in bliss; in pleasure that I gave... Sakura."

"Ah— am not— oh—!" The most erotic moan that Sasuke has ever heard in his life has unfurled from her lips when he slid three digits inside her throbbing core, immediately his appendages getting coated in pearly fluids that rinsed her smooth inner walls, curling his fingers inside and rubbing her inner walls until he reached a spot inside of her that was rougher than the rest of her satin skin, making her let out short cries of pure pleasure.

Sweaty forehead shrouded by teardrops of perspiration dabbed onto the pillow that she was now holding for dear life, sanity, ego, pride and nose deeply buried into the lush fabric, drifting in and out of an euphoric limbo zone; she couldn't even describe the feelings she had because to her, the most incredible thing of all was that she could feel whatever Sasuke was doing to her —for the first time in her life she felt.

Her body felt aroused and flushed, scorching and cremating her like a wildfire set into the depths of her belly coming in torrents of flames mingled with electricity along her spine, floating into a blissful paralysis where she could hardly breathe to remain conscious let alone move a single digit. "Oh my God!"

It was a sensation reminiscent to floating in imponderability with no strings of gravity to keep her glued to the ground —even the expensive bed sheets turned into embers of smoke breezily grazing her coruscated skin.

The room was swiveling like a carousel ride surrounded by million fulgurating night lights making her figments mix and slip through her fingers like water.

The same bliss of pure euphoria syphoned inside of her was making every smidgen of her glistening skin tremble and shiver in pleasure, all the best why Sasuke`s body was pressed so brazenly intimate against her, holding her to his chest while moving inside her body melting every distance between them in that liquefied bonfire.

As much as she hated that man mentally castigating him for all the hell that she has been through, Sakura wouldn't deny that she voluntarily tilted her head to make more room for his moist lips to nip on her earlobe leaving gleaming trails of saliva along her pulse, following the slender curve of her shoulder in a way that made her feel like she was standing nude under a fire rain that melted her instead of burning and harming her.

"Sasuke—!" his name felt wrong, sinful and filled with animus on her lips, but at the same time the need, the desire, the precipitate desperation in her voice —her calling to him— felt less austere and more urgent, pleading.

His own body was responding to her feelings of antipathy and rancor cleverly masked under numerous resurfacing layers of lust, picking up his pace to a harder and faster tempo thrusting inside her derriere with furor while his digits pumped through her nether lips in the same pace. "Sakura…"

He was pouring all the huddled frustration that simmered through his mind into those touches, because he was not capable to end her life like he was supposed to, instead, committing the mortal sin of falling for her so desperately insane without prejudice.

She could feel the difference too because he moved sharply filling her to the hilt from that rich angle that allowed him to penetrate her so deep until her back arched against him, jade orbs lustrous with glazed lust befogging her vision and nails clutching on the pillow, moaning uncontrollably.

Teeth gnashing violently while his strong jaw was clasped like a cluster holding in every single confession hat was tickling the tip of his tongue, the monster in him howling from the confinements of his darker self-urging him to sputter the truth to her, venomously basking into the pleasure of telling her that he knew everything about her secret identity, while his muscles threatened to explode because of adrenaline and tension, obsidian orbs trying to remain focus on her.

All the surroundings became paler and paler until he couldn't even feel the mattress pressed under the pressure of his knees. If someone was to attack him now, then Sasuke would be blissfully oblivious to that.

His main focus —and only focus— was Sakura and how her body clenched almost painfully around his engorged member while he lodged inside of her body, learning the rhythm of her, the music played by the strings of insanity as she was almost deliriously sprinkling his ears with fragments of his name moaned by her plush lips that were now bruised with his endless hard kisses.

Uchiha`s breath was erratic while his heart`s pace made him lightheaded, coming in throaty puffs as he barely resisted the need to unwound the heaviness in his sac and the lower abdomen feeling like he was withstanding the most laborious physical work; because mentally he already felt exhausted, thoughts being cremated like scorching charcoals mirroring into the burnished onyx smearing his irises.

"Sakura..." he leaned forward to plant a kiss at the back of her ear, but she turned around just in time spelled by the sound of his voice for him to cup the corner of her mouth, both feeling an unusual discharge of electricity at the mere contact.

That was even more unexplainable considering what they were doing and how they were doing it —dirty, graphic, explicit without shame all enhanced by the sensuous keening sounds of raw pleasure.

Just dabbing Sakura`s lips like that made something churn into his chest and Sasuke knew that the feeling also reverberated through Sakura as well; he had a suspicion of what it was —and he revel bitterly into his 'victory' —but his more rational mind refused to voice it out loud.

You love her and she loves you back idiot, a spectral voice inside his head was giggling to him but Sasuke quickly brushed it off; they could never ever be a couple in this life time, never!

At most, they could have a fulminant secret affair that only consisted in two enemies encountering solace in each other`s embrace because hormones and carnal attraction worked so deliciously good when they resented each other and angry sex of punishment, rancor, remorse and castigation felt more passionate, more primal, hotter and more urgent.

But nothing else because at the end of the day, one of them must die and Sasuke knew prior that he won't be the one to die since he preserved a tremendous advantage towards this woman but...

It hit both of them while similar thoughts were trying to find coherence into their minds, sending them all riding the bliss in violent waves of bliss discharged through their bodies even before they became aware of it.

An orgasm so powerful that it was fulminant and cataclysmic nearly sent Sasuke flying onwards while Sakura`s knees collapsed under the heaviness of that tight knot flaring into her lower regions, making her inner walls constrict around Sasuke`s digits and, augmented by the fact that he was moving inside her ass, so hard, so lean, so virile and merciless, she came with a deafening scream of his name sealed on her lips that were not setting it free from her lungs, collapsing onto the bed helplessly weak and depleted of energy, but the same vitality charged her body making her feel so astoundingly alive. "Sasuke!"

Uchiha didn't hear her own name because when she milked his digits in a sputter of essences combined has he realized that he filled her with his own juices sprinkled inside of her, seeping down her folds and lips staining the blankets with their sticky juices, shamefully latching to their thighs and his sculpted abdomen.

"Ah…" His rasped growl bespoke of his taxing effort as he fell onto his palms with his legs tangled with her own and his face buried into her strawberry blonde perfumed damp hair spilled along her shoulder blades and the pillows, like a dying bride`s veil shimmering under the light of the moon.

"Sakura..." Her name on the other hand, fell from his lips in a plenitude of feelings encasing everything that he couldn`t say; but Sasuke always expressed himself through his actions and he made love to her like he has never before.

She couldn't answer to him because she was barely conscious gasping and rasping into the pillow ashamed of her own self for betraying her hatred like that; for enjoying and liking sleeping with her worst enemy so damn much, but Sakura couldn't help herself.

Sakura felt all the traitorous feelings bounce to her -the plenitude, the feeling of being a whole again, complete into his arms.

Gently Sasuke pulled back from her as she let out a short gasp at the feeling, not because it hurt but because she lost his warmth and now not being connected to him felt different, alien and weird.

But she didn't stop him when he rolled them over and brought her into his chest, with a muscular arm encircling her lower back, their sweaty hot skin joining like fire and coals as she leaned into him entirely, tired but... satisfied.

What is this? What is this unusual feeling? A quest formed inside her mind but Sakura had no answer to it.

She glanced over Sasuke`s body like seeing it for the first time as he lied so close beside her, so nude for her eyes, so magnetizing beautiful sculpted like that, with every peak and hard delineation unraveled, strong, masculine, potent, sheathed with that amazingly delicious frosted skin gleaming under beads of perspiration, his herculean chest rising with every breath he took looking like an iron steel armor, but still feeling silken under her palm that rested atop his right pectoral.

"Damn..." He murmured lackadaisically while fine-combing his damp raven locks with his left hand, spilling the rivulets of perspiration from it like shimmering sapphire diamonds spilled over his neck and shoulder and Sakura barely resisted the need to touch his angular cheek; because that affectionate gesture would be inopportune between them and only reserved to... lovers.

And this is definitely not what they are but... still her chest panged for a brief when the notion sunk inside her belly as she rode into the bliss of her orgasmic state, feeling lucky that Uchiha`s lids were half closed as he tried to regain his breath, missing the hurt and dejected look in her turbulent emerald eyes.

But he definitely felt it, inwardly smirking at her reaction. His attention however was diverted from her to the phone that was flashing mutely on the night stand probably alerting him of an urgent upcoming call, the ID 'Shikamaru' gleaming on the street letting him know about everything that he needed to find out —Tsunade and the Raikage.

He couldn't help but feel himself in a high spirit and thus he mocked Sakura by planting a short kiss over her forehead, playing with her lustrous lush hair as he parted it from her milky shoulder with the tip of his fingers, confusing her more with such gestures of affection, knowing that the shivers swishing along her forearms were genuine.

Both saying absolutely nothing. Because there was nothing that could have been said.

"I see that you are having fun agonizing in pain Raikage-sama," Her contemptuous coltish tone rung around the airy hospital room where a single patient was wreathed in long vials and tubes emerging from under the blankets transporting all sorts of translucent liquids, the familiar repugnant stench of strong disinfectant making her nostrils crunch in disgust.

"such a pleasurable image to see your sorry ass crunched and immobilized and less... obnoxious and energetic than usual!"

She stopped at his head, kicking a small stool that was dragged from the window, planting her hands down her hips with her manicured long nails burning ruby red and the distinctive stone engraved with the symbol of the Senju Mafia family resting right beside her engagement ring, flashing mockingly towards the gargantuan man who barely turned his head to the perpetrator, instantaneously frowning while inhaling from his annoying oxygen mask that was shrouding half of his face.

That face never brought anything promising for Tsunade Senju has been notorious for being a loser and looming bad omen whenever she went and thus his muscles immediately tensed instinctively when her smirk sprinkled over his sick looking face —what the hell was she smirking at that witch— regretting the foolish action when his entire body ached in electric convulsion, the effects of the anesthesia now fading off and the need for a strong drug against pain becoming a pressing necessary.

Tsunade made sure to only inject a small dosage so as he would suffer in pain that annoying motherfucker, until another nurse would come and tend his humiliated ass.

Inwardly, Tsunade was rolling on the floor laughing at the pathetic state of this deprived brainless gorilla and how Uchiha Sasuke mocked and ridiculed him, this time the beef between Konoha and Kirigakure facing an unavoidable deep rift that would never be overcome with peaceful agreements

A war was unavoidable between he unbeatable Mafia Families and regrettably enough, E-kun was in major disadvantage, so vulnerable and exposed.

"Tsunade Senju is visiting my hospital bed!" It was amazing that his flamboyant acrimonious growl came quite coherent and Tsunade could depict the spleen and fury in his tone, barely stifling her laughter only her crooked smirk flashing was starting to chaff him by minute; he didn't understand her presence there.

"I think they injected me too much of that shit ass drug— auch fuck! " He croaked in a venomous way still exuding an imposing terrible aura, albeit his condition was anything but.

Wrapped in bandages after an intricate strenuous surgery to remove the bullets that pierced through muscles, tissues and bones and patch him back, an immediate blood transfusion and numerous sedatives, the Raikage should have been docile and harmless as a dragonfly but no.

He was the same domineering bastard as he has always been in his haste to demand and impose and rudely addressing his interlocutors, sprinkling orders rather than compromising, but Tsunade Senju was just as tough as him —if not her temper was even worse and more fulminant than his own and those oolong-tea orbs were kindling with a hint of malicious intent inside, one that made him cautious around her.

"Morphine," She stated casually with a dangerous casualness in her voice as her manicured digits grazed one of the longest vials that went through his left vein, following it up to one of the vials attached to a pole near his bed, completely ignoring his calloused grown.

"so that you won`t call such a potent drug a 'shit ass' combination, Ē-kun," Oh— how he would rather punch her square into that brazen smirk if possible for taunting him and addressing him like one of her subordinates, mentally thinking about how in the world has Tsunade Senju pierced through his fortress of associates and guards, entering his territory like it was possession of hers without being intercepted.

"But I cannot expect you to understand the finesse of something so obscure and yet so blissful as the benumbing morphine."

"If you are here to play crosswords with me Tsunade then I suggest you to immediately fuck off my vista. Ain`t time for stupid shit like this in fact... what are you doing here unsupervised and more importantly,"

His rasped voice broke when a tumultuous caught that shook his entire bed erupted from his roaring chest then resumed his incessant but slightly drowsy stare on her completely disimpassioned ones. "how the fuck have you gotten here in front of my hospital bed?"

Once again, the Senju heiress entirely and rudely ignored him much to his annoyance and that was the exact attitude that this flamboyant woman had towards everyone, without any discrimination —she never respected anyone and anything since the murdering of her younger brother and her fiancé Dan Kato.

The love she shared for them was encapsulated in the vestiges that she wore around her neck and ring digit, in the form of two inestimable jewelries to compel all of their memories, along with their dream to once rule over the Five Mafia Nations and crush her adversaries; and she was making inroads right then in Raikage's hospital room.

If only he knew that she was the one who performed his surgery due to a meticulous brilliant plan orchestrated by the one and only Uchiha Sasuke he was surely bound to seethe.

"He did a good one on you I see; the all almighty and unconquerable Ē-kun vanquished by a spoiled wealthy brat with too much brazen and a crafty mind, HA!"

Her words were deceiving, hypnotic luring him into a trap that the Raikage will definitely not fall into; intrigued by her presence there, the hospitalized Raikage was intently focusing on her epistles, struggling to penetrate the meaning behind.

He vaguely wondered where his right hand men were and why did they leave him alone with this woman loitering nearby freely like she was his mother, but decided to play it cool and see what she had to say.

In times when big truces were made in absolute secrecy, not even the Vice Presidents and the most faithful men were allowed nearby the Boss sand Ē deduced that it was one of those moments when Tsunade has come with a shocking proposal to him.

Because if she wanted to dispose of him then she would have been more subtle and inconspicuous rather than choosing to inject poison in his IV when there were security cameras placed as a spider`s web all around the hospital —a building that belonged to him naturally, just as the rest of the town. "How do you k now that I had a beef with Uchiha?"

Tsunade fetched a curious eyebrow curled up at his rather savvy question mentally praising him for a moment of being less hasten and savvier; she honestly expected him to bristle by then and kindle like a torch in pure acrimony but instead, he looked composed —as tranquil as the flaring Raikage could be.

Of course, she masked her incertitude and questions flawlessly dragging a porcelain mask over her incredibly young looking visage, shrugging indifferently while battling her long curved eyelashes to him seductively.

"Simply because he personally sought me out to my own home to ask for a favor and in exchange he promised to help me get rid of you, E-kun. Imagine my stupor when his Majesty begged me to tend one of his lechers of course— in his peculiar manner of faking indifference but it still counts as a vulnerability; his Achilles' heel."

Said man frowned at her unexpected sputter not actually understanding her sudden sincerity to confess that his mortal enemy has visited her and thus she had the nerve to gallop into his territory and casually inform him about it, like a tea invitation, and thus he ferociously snarled at her.

"You marched all the way here to inform me about your side career as a medic or you came here to kill me woman?"

He went straight for the kill confronting her about her real reason to visit him; barely any of the Bosses has seen this woman, only heard about her dubious dark business afraid to face her terrible wrath; because this woman was as volcanic and vindictive as she was rancorous and sadistic.

Tsunade let her fingers slide along the plastic container where morphine was seeping through his tubes nourishing his body with small dosages of the potent drug, barely being enough to prevent his clattering teeth from biting down his lower lip an make him howl like a cornered beast.

That witch has swiveled the small wheel to his IV nearly stopping the leakage of the drug —of course that his orbs were lethal and venomous silently threatening her not to go farther than that or else she would be dead in an instant.

She only smiled to him in such a devious way that only Tsunade Senju could pull, living up to her infamous reputation as a seductress witch —one who perfectly knew how to use her alluring charm to manipulate anyone and maneuver the strings of her clever web to make things play in her favor and the nefarious Raikage suspected that she was doing that in that moment too.

"You know about the effects of this drug right?" She still insisted on that like wanting to emphasize the fact the the potency of killing him in an instant was at her own disposal and she was very resourceful in the medical department, infamous for her methods of silent killing as they were usually scrupulously orchestrated beforehand.

"Once you pass the stage of addiction then you become immune to the effects or any other flings. It is a double edged sword with no escape, E-kun. Once morphine gets you in its clutches it imprisoned you for the rest of your life."

The way her orbs gleamed and her tongue rolled fluidly into her tongue while alerting him of the matter made the Raikage wonder whether she was talking from experience or simply trying to mentally manipulate him.

Not placing irrecoverable inopportune trusts in this woman, the Raikage summoned all the leftovers of power in his body and, as decrepit as he felt, he outstretched his hand towards the emergency button intending on not taking any risks with this demonic beauty, growling low on his chest as he barely missed the IV poll with the hand that had a needle pressed down his vessel. "don't you fucking dare—"

A firm grip of Tsunade nearly crushed the bones in his wrist as she bent it making his teeth gnash in pain, shaking her head in exasperation at his fleeting action like addressing a mentally deranged patient.

"—don't be stupid, A." It was the first time when she addressed him sternly, seriously without any trance of lingering mockery into her tone and that was the reason why he stopped trying to trash into her hold; she was inhumanely sturdy for a woman her age and he barely had any strength in that condition.

"You don't want to alert the rats outside of do you?" She forewarned about the possible moles and spies who were definitely keeping a vigilant eye on them and the last thing in her mind was to wave the flag of her treason.

"Let go or I will fucking kill you Tsunade!" His simmering orbs would have melted her skull if they could as he tried to jerk his hand from hers but she kept on applying enough pressure onto his wrist until the bones nearly cracked, leaning forward to hiss into his face as her well-endowed bust pressed against his collarbone momentarily dissipating his attention but her voice snapped him back to the reality.

"If I wanted to take your pathetic ass down then I would have done it already Ē-kun, trust me on that. " She held his gaze with the same fervor and thirst for blood churning into her orbs like his.

She finally freed his hand that was starting to get benumbed and sickening purple, then racked a hand through her hair as the male leaned back into his pillow, grousing and spiting viciously onto the lustrous white floor cursing her as she turned her slender back on his, her emerald tunic flashing him the symbol of 'medic' along with the symbol of the Senju Clan, arms crossed upon her voluptuous chest.

"What did he offer you in return for your so generous act of clemency and piety?" She didn`t reveal it on her tenue that Raikage has just confessed it to her that he had moles infiltrated into her nearly notoriously unconquerable and impenetrable fortress that have leaked such fine information to him, probably being aware of the fact that Uchiha and her made a truce to take him down.

She had to play her cards right and twist with the mind of that brainless gorilla who seemingly had moments of ration and reason nipping on her polished nail, frowning lightly as she followed the last rays of the sunset spilling in brilliant orange and claret blood hues over the coast; the salty breeze of the ocean lingered in the cool air trimmed by the proximity of the golden coast.

"He gave me a tape recorded before he blew up the entire island up in which I have the recorded proof that one of your men has placed intelligent grenades around the island to sink it into the ocean and erase the evidences that you are using that land to stock your illegal shit and hid it from the feds. Basically… I can send you to a lifetime prison by simply giving this tape to the Superintendent and you know as much as I do that the fucker can't wait to send your ass behind the bars."

She spoke flippantly, boldly without trying to mask her intentions and such defiance would have cost anyone else a bullet sent through her back for that audacity to threaten the Mafia Leader of the Kirigakure, but not Tsunade Senju.

She was so skilled with guns as she was brilliant in medicine, her dexterous hands outgunning nearly everyone and her reflexes and fine-grained fluidity in her moves made her a mortal enemy in a hand-to-hand combat.

"And? Why didn't you do it then? Why didn't you keep your promise to that motherfucker Uchiha brat? Are you here to betray Uchiha and make a secret truce with me or double-cross both of us and kill two rabbits with one freaking stone?!"

His main concern was not that Tsunade had such an insidious mind and fallacious words to support her deception, but what would she gain from backbiting Uchiha because she alone didn't have the necessarily power to take down Konoha`s Mafia Capo.

That left him reeling in incertitude; was Tsunade having an occult affiliation to someone else and thus she planned together with that serendipitous comrade to engage both he and Uchiha into a war?

That was utterly hypocritical and downright impossible to accomplish, even for someone as savvy and inconspicuous as Tsunade Senju; she simply lacked manpower to attempt something so frivolous, and plus... who could have so much power of destruction to eliminate them?

Was there even such a person real to begin with? What was welling into this woman`s head?

"Actually… I am not here to make allies. To put it simply, what you have to offer just doesn't interest me, but it is true that Uchiha is not on my favorite list either. And yes I would just love to see the Uchiha Empire in ruins and have Konoha off my back. Their huge control over the drugs market and their allies in firearms trafficking with using and Kirigakure pisses me off. If I can put the final nail into his coffin then I am going to do it. "

"So are you here to boast about how much you hate that decker or simply seek an alliance with me to take down that arrogant jackass and cut the roots of his malicious Empire that looms over us like a bunch of thunderclouds?"

Albeit he was not confident in the busty blonde, the Raikage was willing to listen to the terms of a compromise and an alliance between them if they would serve to raze Uchiha Sasuke once and for all.

But he was also aware of the fact that he must proceed with caution and play attention to any trap that this woman would try to lure him into.

"I am here to tell you that your fate is in my hands and... Rest assured. Uchiha thinks that we are plotting against him when in reality I have the final trump card up my sleeve. One that is going to crush Uchiha Sasuke down once and for all and considering the latest events and the rumors about this power lessening and his influence is getting weaker then I say that he is already going downhill. "

"I don't get it woman! Stop talking like that fucking derisive brat and speak in a way that I can understand! So you are trying to say that you're here to betray the infamous Uchiha Sasuke and thus get your hands full with the Uchiha Borgata? Seriously?! Why is that? Is the Senju-Uchiha curse still keeping you up at night or are you simply trying to be the renegade hero among your peers? I I would rather say... what has been left from your kinsmen."

Her tempestuous glare pierced him like a bullet sent to his temple as she pivoted on her heels and her honey hair flared behind her back scowling in such an ugly way that the Seven Pits of Hell all cringed at her asperity.

Raikage hit a sensitive cord with that unnecessary statement pointing it to the fact that the endless clashes between Uchiha and Senju left both sides short on member, but the Senju lost even more and thus they were extremely short in number —barely worthy of being called a 'clan' per se.

Only their family name preserved their once notorious fearsome reputation, but she quickly composed herself and stopped the impulse traveling along her arm and clasped fist to pummel the window behind and cause an imbroglio.

She was there to complete the final part of her plan and thus she couldn't attract unwanted attention.

"To put it simply yes, I do plan on backstabbing Uchiha Sasuke and don't worry your pretty head, for I know that you have to put in a lot of effort in this and enjoy the game for it started to get interesting."

Instead of lingering more into the vicinity of that insufferable humongous male, Tsunade paddled in a tumult of pressed steps through the room heading to the door with all the intention to leave him when his vicious curse halt her in her tracks, with a hand already pressed on the knob and her shoulders stiffening; not turning to face him.

"Give me the fucking tape you bloody hag and then I might trust you!" As much as he would have preferred to flaunt his power and influence into her smirking face, the Raikage knew that there were limits that he could not pass and those boundaries created a leeway to the ones of the law.

Because as much as he was controlling the Kirigakure no Sato, those loathsome Feds were not corruptible and thus he couldn't risk a clash with the authorities because that would be an immeasurable blow to his credibility and reputation in front of the others.

And no Boss would take him seriously if he wasn't smart and powerful and influent enough to elude the police –with the exception of the Uchiha Family whose members were part of the Police Force.

They both knew that Tsunade regrettably held a valuable card against him with that tape but... he didn't eschew from the possibility of her only bluffing because if he would have been in Uchiha's place, then he wouldn't have traded something so incriminatory and important with someone like Tsunade, probably finding something else to trade in exchange for his associate`s trifling life.

"Na-ah—I have earned it square and fair and thus... don`t play me for a fool E-kun when we know that place is exclusively reserved for you darling. Call me when you decided and... I hope for your own good that you will choose wisely."

Half creeping the door open, Tsunade waved to one of the two rather young guards that were lingering against the side wall who was looking quite preoccupied into the direction of the soundproof glass door probably expecting her to attempt to kill their Boss, waving him off while looking at the other one who had such a vapid expression on his face that he seemed to be dozing off, a lollipop dangling from his mouth watching her with empty impenetrable orbs.

"He needs a larger dose of morphine to quench the pain after the surgery. I take it that you are capable to handle something so simply, right? Ja ne Ē-kun," Her crooked smirk dripped with malicious intent.

"Fair my ass!" Ē`s draconic voice blazed through the empty listlessly illuminated corridor making his associates cringe while Tsunade didn't even react only half turning her head in the direction of the door as two nurses immediately rushed to his side checking on his IV.

She mentally rolled on the floor tittering like a veritable demon in disguise imagining that by now, her very special untraceable device was now securely implanted under the epidermal layer of that moron allowing her not only to monitor his every step and health state, but also mess up his brain and manipulate him without anyone to notice, sending obstructing electric impulses straight to the nervous system —a brilliant invention trademarked by her in association with Orochimaru while they were still college mates.

She had to give Uchiha Sasuke credit for his genius, because no matter how ardently she behold a grudge towards his Clan, not only he was aware of her top secret invention, but he also came up with such a plan to take on the Raikage using that information to trade for Naruto's irrelevant life; he was smart, really smart that handsome bastard.

"Nothing in our world is earned fairly especially in your case, you conniving old hag!" A bulky vein popped on her forehead at the insult; the Raikage coughed strenuously visibly weakened by his surgery. "What is your plan? What the fuck is running through that shrewd conniving mind of yours you witch?"

"You shall see soon enough Ē-kun. Rest assured thought... I will not make my intentions occult from you."

She smirked at the corner of her mouth impishly silently implying that she would not backstab him... this time, since trust among the Mafia Bosses was something as frail as snowflakes melting onto the warm palm of a hand and barely solid; basically in this world no one can trust nobody.

And that was the brusque risk that Sasuke took —more like a challenge and a leeway to freedom— when he tangled with Sakura, his mortal enemy.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Raikage`s orbs shuffled from his two faithful associates, Darui and C mentally transmitting them that they shall be on guard and never trust that bombastic woman with sensuous curves and a superhuman power because she was always conspiring.

"Listen up bitch," he clipped bristly zealously, flaming as his temper became shorter and shorter momentarily forgetting about his injuries, shifting his position so as to support himself on his right elbow pressed into the pillow, while the nurses were adjusting his IV.

"I know exactly how you operate and what kind of woman you are and your visit here is already raising alarm in my head. I know that you must be plotting something because your simple presence here so openly is a silent war declaration to Uchiha; an ally of him is visiting his mortal enemy this is a basic for of getting into a beef with another Family Tsunade. Are you trying to get all of that loathsome damned family on my head while I bet... you will be the first one to run like nothing?"

Sighing dreamy like a school girl in front of her first crush, Tsunade continued her rant of laughing at this man playing with him on his own beloved territory and taking much pleasure into riding her revenge on the Raikage and his despicable associates.

Because Tsunade will never forget that the third Raikage has plotted with the Sand to dispose of her granduncle Tobirama Senju, keeping him as a prisoner for eleven days in one of their hideouts in the Turtle Island.

The torture that he was subjected to was brutal, both mentally and physically done in all the unimaginable ways keeping him barely alive to feel agony, guillotined his pregnant wife right in front of his eyes and ultimately chopped him off to shreds with a chainsaw sending parts of his body to all his relatives wrapped in gift packages with ribbons on top and thus put an end to the Senju feud in the Leaf.

Basically they indirectly aided the Uchiha in their final victory, successfully and dishonorably ceasing them off the Leaf and forcing them to find shelter in such a cramped place.

But what she got in store for this man and the entire Mafia Clan in Kirigakure was million times more horrible than what they did to the Senju family as part of a well-orchestrated complot and with the help of Uchiha Sasuke —a man who she will also savvy manipulate— she will take back what rightfully belonged to the Senju... including the ruling over Konohagakure.

"My... my Ē-kun— when did you ever come so perceptive? Last time I checked you were a dumb Godzilla in a prim suit with a package of steel muscles surrounding you thick empty skull."

She chirruped with the same enchanted face as the Raikage continued to bridle nearly breaking the bars of his bed at how viciously he was clutching them with his knuckles going purple in rage. "You won't want to move so much by the way. I have just finished badging you up my friend."

Orbs filling with apprehension at her clipped confession stared right back at the woman in front of him, not believing his ears that he heard her correctly; nearly stuttering like an idiot he shrieked at the top of his lungs making the walls and the glass of the windows tremble manically.

"What?! What the fuck do you mean by—" Recognition hit home when her implication sunk into his minuscule brain and he nearly froze at the sudden realization. "—no no you didn't..."

"—Yup," Her elfin smile still gleamed so wrongfully comprising all the ill intent and a sickening disturbing pleasure that sent alarming bells tingling into his head; his associates were confusedly stealing glances to one another not in the bit perturbed by the incident and thus the Raikage got even more confused.

"I DID perform that surgery on you and oh my— what a difficult surgery it was. You could have died Raikage! That Uchiha lad gallantly put some good bullets in your rotting corpse, but thanks to me you have managed to live." Regrettably. "You have more lives than a cat to be honest. I didn't think that you would survive considering the damage and the immense loss of blood but regrettably enough, you are still breathing."

Not for so long my friend, oh— how those unvoiced words were reverberating loud and clear in the space between them, orbs fighting for dominance because no one was determined to show any trace of weakness sin front of each other.

But the Raikage was at major disadvantage, because not only Tsunade was infamous for never accepting to perform a surgery —especially to another Mafia Boss— for a reason unknown, but she always had an ulterior motive; and thus she still didn't make her demands be known to him.

Moreover... who the hell allowed this woman to be his surgeon?! Who summoned her here and why did she accept it? Just to join forces against Uchiha Sasuke? She needed him alive just to help her dispose of him?

That was too little for the compromise that she made. "Bullshit! Who the fuck gave you the right to be my surgeon and why YOU? Who called you?!"

He immediately flared making his inner thoughts be known to her. He needed explications and she will damn right give them to him or else... She would better not make the foolish mistake of underestimate the Raikage.

"Your associates of course," she said like it was nothing finding his expression absolutely priceless in all the plenitude of his dropped jaw stupor taking over rage as he peeled his furious orbs from her to his two dumb companions, both gulping as sensing the evil aura that their Boss was exuding.

"They have literarily begged me to tend you so as their dearest Boss won't go in Hell sooner than planned so I merely came and acquiesced to their conditions." She went on flippantly, pressing his buttons so as to silently sneak under his skin, gain his credence and then fructify it.

"What conditions?!" he demanded suddenly feeling besieged by this woman albeit she was seemingly alone in the realm of the Devil. "Speak woman!"

"You include me in your plans to destroy Uchiha Sasuke and..." honey orbs flickering to her nails in an exasperating diffidence, she chirruped.

"Lend me your private island for contraband for indefinite time so that I can trade my experimental new drugs in Otogakure and Suna without Uchiha to notice; I have a secret truce with Orochimaru behind Sasuke's back."

The two middle-aged nurses —who were also loyal associates of the Raikage— and his two companions, along with their Capo gasped loud and ridiculously amusing upon hearing her 'humble' request in exchange for her benevolent gesture to tend his injuries. "Call it… reminiscing the old college days."

The breath-hitching quietude looming around the room was heavy and lethal; that until the Raikage found it appropriate to erupt in a fit of chortles, snorting at what he has just heard from the woman`s rouged lips.

"Hahah… you want me to… hahahaha… lend you my private island for… hahaha— Bullshit!" He outstretched his index digit to the smirking woman regretting his action when the simple gesture sent an electric jolt of pain straight to his shoulder blade, cursing her in disbelief.

Was Tsunade ridiculing him or taking him for a fool? "you`re fucking crazy Tsunade if you honestly think that I would happily comply to your outrageous request! Get out! I don't have anything to give you! I didn't call you here and nor did I beg you to cure me or whatever! I won't make a truce with you from all the people! I am not that stupid as you think so kindly— fuck off my property, your presence makes me vexed and repulsed!"

"Na-ah— E-kun," She flittered her index finger at him like a displeased teacher scolding and abiding her disobeying student, virtually placing him on a level below to her and that was something that both E and his associates noticed, but this was Tsunade`s tenue in all the situations so they let it pass... for now.

"You don't want to upset me," Her smile was threatening and dangerous. "I am someone who you don't want to mess with." he knew as much but it went both ways.

"Bah," he puffed humorlessly leaning backwards onto the pillow that the trembling nurse has fixed for him. "Uchiha is probably having you under strict surveillance." Because nothing absolutely nothing slipped past that man`s vigilance and they both knew it. "You are an idiot if you think that you can corner him or evade him so easily, you old witch."

"I am not underestimating Uchiha if that's what you fear, in fact..." High heels clicking on the marble traipsing to him made him more alert as she approached his bed again, making his two right-hand men take an invisible step onwards being on guard in her vicinity.

"I am the one with the ultimate trump card on Sasuke Uchiha like I`ve said. Call it," She dabbed her chin in a thinking manner for the sake of the mood while the corner of her orbs shifted to him, glinting manically in a way that nearly made him scowl. "the ultimate weapon of destruction and so far... it has proven to be extremely fruitions."

A weapon so potent against Uchiha Sasuke? "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You don't have to know all the details Raikage, but... let`s just say that I have someone keeping a vigilant eye on Sasuke; someone who will destroy that man from the inside out in ways that will leave him scarred and impaled beyond repair."

She promised brazenly, mischievously and unrelentingly almost spiced up with a hint of dementia in her tone, ultimate defeat against Uchiha Sasuke. "And I can promise that it is something even more diabolically than Death."

Tsunade Senju had someone -most likely a mole- infiltrated into the Den of the Devil Uchiha himself inconspicuously double-crossing him, while he was not noticing it, was something that the Raikage found it hard to believe but...

"Who's that person anyway?" He asked anyhow finding her tone suspicious —even more suspicious as her presence there was her sudden confession, because openly admitting that one had a mole infiltrated into another Mafia Family and working as a double spy was something grave since the prospect of betrayal in a Borgata was the worst kind of treason.

And it was common knowledge that Uchiha Sasuke doesn't tolerate traitors being the most inhumanely brutal when it came to castigate —torturing— his spies in addition to his rapidity of sensing them amidst his organization.

"You don`t have to know that… for now at least."

"Hmpf... you could be bluffing Tsunade. It takes some nerve to double-cross Uchiha Sasuke and elude his vigilance and poor unfortunate soul if he gets caught by that man... well let's just say that burning in the most demonic abysses of Tartarus for an eternity is mellow in comparison to his rage. No one would be sane enough to risk something like that."

Of course that they all had spies and perpetrators, but indeed penetrating the Konoha Mafia was something that required very special abilities and, unbeknownst to him, the infinitely idiotic Raikage has nearly hit the nail in the head with one of his casual statements; luckily he wasn't as perceptive as Uchiha Sasuke who was immediately absorbing and digesting every word and every syllable —that insanely intelligent fucker.

"I can assure you that is someone very smooth and equally intelligent as Uchiha Sasuke in fact... you could call it a bittersweet addiction."

The fuck?!

Now the things were starting to get to a point that E didn't like in the bit —hence his reticence in doing business with likes like Tsunade Senju —they dwelled in occult, enigmatic. "Get to the damn point woman! What have you offered to one of his associates to backstab his Boss?"

She was insane if she thought that Uchiha freaking Sasuke, the Capo di Capi of the currently strongest Mafia Families was having something so ridiculous as a soft spot.

That man was the personification and the glorification of a heart of stone; he didn't have such feeble things as feelings for anything and anyone, period!

That was common sense, so in other words... either Tsunade was summoning advantages that she did not have to make her words more reliable and credible, or there was something indeed that Uchiha was interested in and Tsunade knew of that thing. If so, then she was definitely worth making a truce with...

And of course that the Raikage would lately dispose of her too, because Tsunade Senju was a pain in the ass for everyone, not only him. But she didn't have to know all of that now.

"I didn't need to offer him anything but to do a little manipulation on him," Her ombre lips curved up mischievously triumphant reminiscing her little 'conversation' with Uchiha Sasuke. "by ingraining a tiny seed into his soul that will flourish into the most lethal weapon of all." There she went again talking dubiously to him.

Why couldn't that woman talk like a normal person? Oh well— Tsunade Senju was hardly considered a regular woman.

Not only she was temperamental lamenting and sobbing over the most unimportant things —like her brother or her lost over— but she was also explosive, capricious and insane. And that was why she was unreliable.

You cannot compromise or meet an agreement with an insane person; that much A knew.

"What is that?" He pressed further counting on the precognition of his astute companions, Darui and C —two men who were as ruthless and intelligent as they were prone to be his successors for the title of the Boss after his death.

Tsunade only settled to twine her orbs to his in a deceiving spider`s web, mentally plotting and planning her next move, debating whether it was worth or inopportune to unravel her ultimate trump card to this man.

Ultimately she decided in favor of sharing with this muscular man her deepest secret; one that the Senju family has been concealing for so long ta it nearly fell into the limbs of a forgotten memory trapped in the sand.

"Fine then. I will show it to you so as to show you that my intentions are as genuine as they can be."

Because no Boss can be entirely reliable and she didn't want to be hypocrite and fake innocence, so still keeping a sadistic crooked smirk on her lips, her slender digits slid into the folds of her clothes taking out a photograph, lustrous and fairly old from the flittering hem of kimono and pushed it into the Raikage`s incredulous face.

Wordlessly, he snatched it from her snorting and shaking his head so as to let her know that nothing that she had to offer interested him but...

His orbs flied wide open as a shock and immense stupor has creased over his gasping mien when he glanced to the luscious photograph not actually believing his eyes what he was truly seeing, and for the first time in forever, his calloused loud voice came as a quivering whisper of pure wonderment.

"Oh shit! Shit! This is—"

"I have to admit that your idea to destroy the all almighty notorious and terrible Uchiha Sasuke and make his precious Empire crumble is divine my dear friend,"

Hiashi gestured with his champagne glass flute in his right hand and playing with his revolver on the other, while the man in front of him was savoring his Cohiba pipe.

"The union between my younger daughter Hanabi and Sasuke's most trusted associate Uzumaki Naruto will be implacable to our plan. Soon enough the Hyuga will slowly absorb the Uchiha Inc. and thus dig a hole into his finances and then... we take care of his more obscure 'small' business."

"I do agree with you my friend but it will not be child's play to strategize against someone so astute as Uchiha Sasuke. He is savvy and insidious and has a lot of connections and tricks up his sleeve. We have to proceed with caution and intelligence if we aim to make inroads in his downfall. But tell me something Hiashi,"

The man took another lackluster puff off Cuban cigar, the puffs spiraling in lackluster spirals. "how do you plan on dealing with Uchiha Sasuke without him realizing your true plans. After all... an alliance is sworn between you from he moment your daughter has become Uzumaki`s betrothed and this type of betrayals are dearly to pay."

Tittering manically, his companion crisscrossed his long legs as his Italian polished shoes gleamed into the honey warm light of the opulent room, seeping from his whiskey, the cubes of ice clattering against the glass.

"Don't concern yourself over something so insignificant Ōnoki because I already got all this planned. I have the perfect mole infiltrated into the Uchiha Borgata and he will be my ticket to success."

His atmosphere was always relaxed, arrogant, confidence exuding a potent and striking aura and that was exactly the portrait that everyone envisioned when thinking about Hyuga Hiashi, the Boss of the Hyuga Family.

"You tell me that someone actually had the nerve to be the mole and betray THE Uchiha Sasuke? The infamous Boss and most bloodthirsty of all? Pfhuuu— hahahaha!"

Ōnoki chortled with zeal, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes, whistling and patting the armrest with his palm not capable of controlling his hysteric tittering as Hiashi smirked viciously both laughing at the memory of the loathsome Uchiha Boss; a character that they both loathed with rabid passion.

"It takes some courage or a little morsel of insanity to acquiesce to something like this. And? Who's the traitor? One of your best associates I presume..."

"You see… I am the type of Boss who fancies feeling overall powerful and dominating," He gestured dreamy with hands like encompassing the entire earth in a peculiar symbolic gesture of pointing it out that he would rather control the entire world Ōnoki a dream that was not as utopic as it might sound for a man like Hiashi Hyuga.

Only… there were certain obstacles to overcome but those feeble stones would soo be kicked with the tip of his polished shoe out of his way.

"and thus I like to have more strings attached to my fingers and more tools at my disposal. The man that is the mole keeping me updated with very track of Uchihas moves is Inuzuka Kiba one of his most prestigious and faithful associates and the best spy that I have ever seen in my entire life. That boy has no scruple and will sell his own mother for money and power."

Sinister juicy laughter roared along the five stars luxurious suite as no one knew exactly what type of ultra-secret meeting was undergoing inside.

And if they knew... then Hell would be paid and blood would overflow and that was the reason why Oonoki and Hiashi`s encounter must be done in absolute secrecy.

"Not to mention that he has been leaking on crucial information about Uchihas business, documents and files about his corporations statuses, everything about their properties, the original acts of ownership and of course a record of all his illicit acts —drug trafficking, smuggle, alcohol contraband, prostitution and their forte, the infamous guns trafficking which is their main source of income."

"And? What are you going to do with all those mountains of files stored? Take over his business? Frame him or fraud him front of his worst enemies?" Lips delighted by the velvety drink smirked in pure amusement.

"No. I plan on sending all the entire documents about his business to the Feds." Ōnoki nearly choked on his own drink as the liquid rushed down his throat, orbs flying wide in utmost shock, upon hearing what type of ambitions churned into Hiashi`s mind; that man was downright insane for even ruminating that type of treason against Uchiha Sasuke –from all the people.

Plus, the Police Forces were having a high percentage of Uchiha in manpower so what was the point to such a trifling act? Of course, the Anbu Feds were another story but… Ōnoki felt suddenly on edge about Hiashi`s true plans.

"And this will be the final nail into Sasuke's coffin. For years the Uchiha have been suspected by the authorities for their involvement into the Mafia but the incompetent Anbu Troops have never been capable to perform a detailed inquiry and get to the source of their illicit income; the Uchiha always bribed their way out of all the trials and cleared of all the charges and suspicion because proofs lacks... until now. Files of any Mafia Family that no Family would ever want to fall into the hands of their enemies or authorities pertaining to that cursed Uchiha will soon be mine. Kiba has done a brilliant job in leaking those files from having the plenitude of access into their computers sending all them to us in addition to gaining Uchiha`s trust. Sasuke Uchiha doesn't suspect that he has a mole so close into his secluded circle of trustworthy comrades and when he does it will be too late."

"Are you sure that you can confide into this Inuzuka Kiba lad for such a delicate job? How can you be so sure that he is not a playing Judas turning informer who might double-cross you when you least expect it? What have you offered that man in return to his loyalties?"

This is where Hiashi has started to chortle manically much to Ōnoki`s disbelief. Hiashi was notorious for his stoic conniption barely expressing himself through his solemn refined gestures, rather than keeping himself cold, sober, elegant, sophisticated, classy but extremely cold, calculated and lethal.

"I offered him what he craves the most; I granted him the grand privilege of becoming the Hyuga`s next Boss after we dispose of Uchiha and thus offered him Hanabi`s hand —he and my younger daughter are trapped into a fulminant secret affair behind Naruto Uzumaki`s back. I said that he will backbite anyone with the exception of Hanabi; he will die for her and for the power that becoming the next Boss will grant."

The manner in which he referred to familiars, members of his own flesh and blood, as tools was making Ōnoki `s innards churn in disgust; but he had to acquiesce to this man`s outrageous terms if he planned on ever taking down the Uchiha and their Empire that was standing in everyone`s way and thus a liaison with one of his closest associates would pave his way to success.

Or so he hoped...

"You… have promised that pathetic mole that he will become your next Boss when you already have a heir —your daughter Hanabi? Are you out of your goddamn mind Hiashi?!"

As much as they were bloodthirsty cold assassins, family was a sacred concept for any respectable Mafia Boss; they would never ever target or use or disrespect their family members —especially the ladies— if they didn't commit any mortal sin like treason and double-crossing, but Ōnoki doubted that any of Hiashi`s daughters were capable of such an act.

In fact, such cases were so rare than any of them immediately became a hot gossip among the Five Nations; like the one of Uchiha Itachi which was the most famous of all and of course, a low blow for Uchiha`s pride and ego.

"I already did that yes and he has been eating from he palm of my hands. Ambition my friend… is such an endless oasis of weakness to exploit in a man and nothing that Uchiha could offer will rival with the prospect of becoming the next Mafia Leader of the Hyuga; nothing! And besides... who said the in the end I am going to keep my promise to him?"

Again, kittenish laughter drowned into the enchanting taste of the expensive imported beverages and tobacco lingering around the room, giving the extremely important meeting a relaxed and intimate atmosphere —just like they needed in order for one to trick and play the other better, because manipulation and deception was part of any Mafia Leader's repertoire, but appearances and grace must be kept, as well as elegance and manners.

"I thought that disposing of your moles in silence was a basic strategy for a Mafia Boss Hiashi."

"It might be but he is too stupid, servile and power obsessed to notice such fine details. I am already in the possession o most of Uchihas files and have enough proof of his illicit acts to send his ass into prison for the next 100 years; he and his family and friends of course."

Which was naturally more precious than any gold, since it was Uchiha the one that they were talking about and anything that could ruin them and throw them in disgrace and jail was inestimable, more inestimable than any jewelry.

"What troubles me in this entire dangerous situation Hiashi is Uchiha Fugaku and that spiteful fella of Sasuke's elder brother, Itachi. What information do you possess about that dark horse? Have you managed to keep a track on him?"

"Unfortunately no, albeit my men are intently trying to find a clue of his whereabouts. Last time I have ever heard of that traitor was when he commitment treason against his family and thus has been hunted down and law all throughout the Five nations without success; he and his best pal Uchiha Shisui 'the teleporter' have literarily vanished from he surface of the Earth. Some even branded them as dead but I doubt it."

And anyone who beholds a grudge against the Uchiha and sworn revenge against Sasuke was naturally a rival to them who might get in their way and ruin their plans and thus both Hiashi and Oonoki were ready to deal with any unnecessary distractions.

Uchiha Itachi was still posing as a dangerous threat looming into the shadows and lurking, tracing any trails of blood like a hungry shark, probably still plotting from the dark his pending revenge.

He was a danger to every single Boss out there and no one has ever heard of him in years. His life or death was also shrouded by incertitude.

"Uchiha Itachi has always been regarded as a genius of his generation. I find it hard to believe that someone managed to end his miserable life and dispose of him in silence. He is too astute to be trapped into an ambush. It takes a very imaginative subterfuge for one to corner Uchiha Itachi and I doubt it that someone has succeeded. You must be careful with this important trivia Hiashi because any intermeddling of this man into your deception might lead to a huge fiasco."

Ōnoki never liked the imbroglio that underwent into the core of the Uchiha Clan; those people were always obscure and intricate with all their meticulous plans and impossible ambitions, starting from the inheritance of their first leader Uchiha Madara. And their current Boss was a mini replica of him!

"Do you think that by considering that Uchiha Itachi is alive and taking into account his deep grudge against his clan... he might be conspiring against them from he shadows?"

"It has already been nearly 18 years since Uchiha Itachi has deserted from the Leaf and went MIA disappearing without a trace. If he has stayed so low until now then it must mean that he is indeed dead meat. Why wait for such a long time to strike I wonder...?"

Overruling the possibility of Uchiha Itachi still scheming against his family or the other Villages was high, risky and no sane Boss would overlook something so important.

What if Uchiha Itachi has made unpredictable alliances with someone who also wanted to dispose of Sasuke and then take over the rest of the Villages?

By controlling the Uchiha's territories was already granting them fifty percent –if not more— success of accomplishing world domination, because those bastards were ruling over the major charters of drugs, weapons, jewelry, prostitution in addition to them being billionaires and owners of multiple corporations and hotel chains.

"Because a man like him only waits for the proper moment to strike just like a ninja." The joke that fell from Hiashi`s lips was bombastic and brought another wave of snorts between them, but at the same time they understood that they must proceed with caution keeping their alliance as a secret and having the other Bosses under strict surveillance so as they won't intervene into their plans.

"And? When will this moment be? Now? Tomorrow? In ten years from now?" As much as Ōnoki was a wise man with much life experience, he was definitely not a patient man.

And his most annoying trait was his rudeness and sarcasm; traits that Hiashi found repulsive and insufferable but he had to swallow his insulting remarks over his unpolished conniption and settle with making him feel cozy around him and trust him.

Then he would dispose of this pathetic old decrepit pest after he finished with the Uchiha once and for all. Of that Hiashi was firm in his determination.

"Who knows? That man has already been a hard nut to crack bur momentarily, I doubt it that he will interpose between us and our stratagem. Maybe he assumed another identity for pretend and is already infiltrated into the Leaf or among Uchihas sworn enemies." A dangerous glint in his lunar orbs made Oonoki frown lightly at his implicit meaning.

"It can be anyone of us under pretense." The Tsuchikage returned his scathing double meaning with the same speaking in riddles, in return making Hiashi stare at him with an ambiguous look in those capricious milky orbs.

"Refrains from making idiotic suppositions Ōnoki, this is not the time to ingrain mistrust between us."

The elder man shrugged indifferently wincing in pain when his arthritis sent another wave of pain along his back and joints.

"I was just speculating. It is never idiotic to be cautious around possible wrongdoings in our plans. Now tell me...what are we going to do about Morphine?"

That was another pain in the ass an inconvenience into their plans, as much as they were absolutely revolted against those mysterious pests messing up with their business and syphoning all of their money, going as far as to cause incertitude and fleeting beefs between them; an inconvenience that must be immediately annihilated from their way.

"That damned clique of delinquents have managed to pull a good one on me; they intercepted my last cocaine transport and planted intelligent bombs into my secret subterrane cave where the drugs were sold to our major clients for distribution."

He cursed vividly taking another drag of his thick rich cigar, his austere face twisting in pure chafe upon thinking about the sole name of 'Morphine' and their growing notoriety and potency. "I want to get my hands on them as soon as possible."

"I agree with you my friend," Hiashi leaned in his chair throwing some files on the crystal antique coffee table that stood between their antique armchairs, letting Ōnoki map its contents. "this is the result of our private investigation."

"What the— are you trying to mock me Hiashi? There is nothing in here for fuck`s sake! Only numbers about their flawless execution! Not a single trace of those people! Who the fuck are those imbeciles?!"

One of their promises was to privately investigate the case of Morphine and then compare the results, but so far their failed every single of them; no traces of the ghostly dark heroes who only targeted the corrupt authorities and the Mafia have been depicted; not a single one of them!

It was like they didn't even exist or if they did, they were spirits. Mirages.

Nightmares!

"I don't know. It is on everyone's mind Ōnoki but you know that no one has managed to depict anything about them; noting except for their cursed favorite drug to kill —morphine. Their method is always infallible and this silent killing is nefarious."

"They also incline to target Uchiha albeit no one has escaped their wrath; albeit I am prone to think that their fugitive targets around us the other mafia families are only a diversion from heir real task."

"You think that they plan to also take down Uchiha Sasuke?" Another hunch occurred into Hiashi's genius mind putting the pieces of the puzzle together and comparing their actions to someone more familiar from their database so as they would have something tangible to start with, rubbing his chin in a ruminating gesture.

"What if this is Itachi Uchiha in disguise? What if that demon has returned and plans to castigate his enemies, starting with his family?"

They couldn't overrule that possibility judging from the finesse of their act and their insidious flawless execution and the meticulousness and adroit of their actions.

"Whoever Morphine is they are not working alone and I doubt it that Itachi has affiliated to another organization and play the... almighty dark heroes who decided to bring peace into the world and clean it from all the mafia. And plus... this doesn't match their abominable style; Itachi's manner of handling his 'business' is tremendously different and less excessive than Morphine`s work."

"What do you mean Ōnoki? What`s peculiar about Morphine, what's so special in their work except that it is insanely fruitions?"

"I don't know how to put it but," He rubbed his fingers like something didn't click and he could not wrap his mind around it. "there is something peculiarly dark and evil in the way they strike something... insane about this. It is almost like all the members have mental problems or psychological traumas and they revel into destroy or kill. It`s just so obvious from their manner of killing or intervening into our business that they savor every murder, every success a lil` bit too much. Normally, people like us like to make a valid point in front of our enemies who dare to put their filthy hands on our belongings but not Morphine, no. They enjoy both the concept of meddling with the Mafia and torturing their opponents distinctly. And Uchiha is their favorite target and this leaves me curious...?"

"Let`s be realistic here— Uchiha Sasuke has a throng of enemies and Raikage is simply one of them. We might be solely for entertainment of diversion like you have said."

Albeit the mystery still shrouded the virtual enemy that they called Morphine. "Albeit this eliminates the suspicion about Morphine being one of us two… Less suspects to look out for."

Did it really?

"Indeed indeed my friend but... we will soon have to deal with the problem of Morphine too if we want to eliminate Uchiha from our way. I am still seething about the last time they dared to intervene into my business."

Whacking the armrest with a venomous punch, Ōnoki fumed and bridled rancorously because unfortunately Uchiha was not their only target but their work was flawless as always, mastery, strategically planned like that was the concerto of the most genius pianist.

"Those unfortunate renegades have stripped me of 26$ million dollars in one single fuckin` night and half of the money were my police of insurance that Mei Terumi and that sand idiot Gaara would cooperate with me against Uchiha Sasuke but now that the money haven't been filling their bank accounts the deal is off! Curse that motherfucking Morphine..."

"It`s just so unfortunate that your deal is off but don't concern yourself about this my friend" Hiashi crossed his legs as he took a slice of a grapefruit that was resting onto a silvery ornamented tray among other exotic fruits, seemingly not very concerned about that problem and that was a trivia that made Ōnoki wonder whether he was dissimulating or was simply that stupid.

One of Hiashi`s most laughable flaw was that he was thinking that he and his cursed clan was all almighty and invincible believing with all the zeal and blithe in that agonizing sweet dream; they were strong but obviously not Konoha`s strongest Family —not even close.

"Soon enough you won`t be needing those frail trifling alliances with such pathetic fellas. Once we get Uchiha eliminated from our way, with his Empire we are going to dominate the drug and guns market in all. The. Five. Nations. and no one— absolutely no one will be able to stop us. Not Uchiha Sasuke and definitely not Morphine. And don't worry, something tells me that soon enough we are going to unfurl the identity of this mysterious organization."

Underestimating your enemies and not acknowledging your real status among the other Bosses is a mortal mistake... Hyuga Hiashi. Oonoki vaguely wondered what more secrets was this man hiding.

"My people have managed to isolate the genes of a man killed by Morphine last month." He decided to throw the bait and see if the shark will going to come chasing the traces of fresh prey.

Hiashi`s lunar orbs became interested instantaneously. "They are trying to fragment the drug that this people use so as to know the exact formula of the drug."

"And?" He suddenly became interested albeit he was trying his best to fake nonchalance; but Oonoki's discovery was inestimable —morphine`s brilliant drug to silence their enemies and always sneak inconspicuously since they weren't using loud firearms to kill and impale their rivals was their best asset; the thing that turned them into phantasms just like the sinister howls of the cremated insane patients that still loomed over the land where the ruins of the Asylum were standing erect as vestiges of the tragedy. "What's the use of playing the chemists geniuses then?"

Supposing that you motherfuckers have been aided by someone with a vast experience and knowledge into the area of poisons and... experiments, and sadly enough -for Hyuga- Ōnoki perfectly knew who has been their occult partner into deciphering the formula of the drug, and of course, the genius who helped them isolate the drug from any iota of the blood infected with that drug —since it was basically dissipating into the blood stream leaving no traces -that macabre Orochimaru and his equally odious completely demented right hand man, Kabuto Yakushi.

What truly confounded Hiashi was why the fuck was Ōnoki affiliated to Orochimaru, since that scandalous snake monster was Uchiha Sasuke`s partner and Konoha and Iwagakure were having an open war undergoing for years, being sworn mortal enemies? Was Orochimaru even considering double crossing the Sasuke Uchiha?

How incredibly... interesting, Hiashi was smirking inside like there was not tomorrow not actually caring whether Orochimaru was backstabbing Uchiha on the back, or it was the other way around since he was scheming and planning on doing just as so —even worse.

He had no direct association to that snake man nor did he ever trust the Sannin but still... he wondered whether Uchiha Sasuke was aware of this 'small' affiliation between Ōnoki and Orochimaru and if he was then why was he being so passive?

Is Sasuke planning on taking both of them at once?

"Think about it Hiashi," Without even letting it notice that his mind was drifting from the conversation momentarily shutting the Tsuchikage off, Hiashi`s attention diverted back to him as it was divided into vying with Uchiha for reaching to the peak in that silent sworn still undecided confrontation.

On the exterior he was the perfect marble statue on a Greek temple and his pearly orbs never wandered still pinning Ōnoki `s mischievous and playful olive orbs; that man was always so rude, scheming, plotting talking in riddles like ridiculing him.

"if we are able to get the formula of that drug then we are going to be able to find out where do they get their ingredients for because remember... those are drugs that only hospitals are allowed to detail; obtaining them clandestine is as risky and illegal as procuring any normal drug."

If only Hiashi could kill this conspiring hag right now...

"So… you think that they have close bonds to one of the Bosses that are in charge with drug trafficking like... Uchiha for instance?"

Hiashi actually couldn't impale that snort escaping his lips momentarily putting the fruits knife that he was using to gracefully peel his fruits to laugh at this imbecile; was Ōnoki that much of a genius?

"So... in other words, you suggest that Uchiha is supplying with weapons that morphine who just coincidentally at the very same people who rob him constantly? That would be entirely priceless my friend. A marvelous spectacle indeed, but I must break it to you that Sasuke is not that insane." Because a certain dosage of insanity was indeed simmering into that man`s skull, no doubt about it.

"What if… he's faking it that he is being robbed and in reality only us the others are being robbed?"

Instantly, Hiashi`s atmosphere grew serious and austere; form that perspective, Ōnoki`s words started to tinge into the color of wisdom so... what if that imbecile had a point?

What if Uchiha was playing a demented game with all of them and framed everyone, every single one of them including his own family and associates?

He had the nerve and the guts that was for certain. Uchiha Sasuke is capable of everything. "What is that your mind concocts?"

He rubbed his chin intently, trying to wrap his mind around the possibility.

Pinching the bridge of his sculpted nose, Hiashi placed a seed of doubt into the caverns of Oonoki`s mind that had the Tsuchikage reel backwards sinking into the opulent piece of furniture, leisurely listening to Hiashi`s inkling.

It wasn't that he was doubting his sharp intuition, but Hiashi had a penchant of being paranoid and sense that implicit machination where it was not the case.

"There has been an idea churning into my mind recently but I didn't find any solid ground to base my assumption on." His fulgurating orbs shone with determination and vehemence. "What if Morphine and Uchiha Sasuke have a connection?"

It was something that Hiashi has always suspected simmering into the depths of those experienced orbs, but he was tempted to think that Uchiha will not allow his Family to lose so many millions just to trap an enemy into a cage.

And if they truly had a bizarre occult liaison, then what was his game? Who was Uchiha Sasuke`s real enemy and who was he prone to fight against?

His foamy chortles cooling off haphazardly, a frown creased his lush snowy eyebrows crimpled in confusion. "What? A connection? What type of connection? Of course... besides the one of pure hatred that seems to loom over us too since he is targeting him."

"I don't know I don't know— it's just... I cannot express it clearly but my intuition alerts me of the fact that Uchiha Sasuke hides something. Something huge that is going to change the Five Big Mafia families forever." His intuition was syphoning constant jolts of worry through his bones in ways that Hiashi couldn't decipher.

His low ruffled whistle boomed around the room, pulling his lower lip between his sharp canine Oonoki begged to differ; his theory regarding Hyashi Hyuga was coming together right in front of him but at the same time, he had to give the man credit for being one of Uchiha`s most trusted associates from his exclusive hermetic entourage.

"Uh-oh— you are being paranoid my friend. And what would that be? We all want to overrule the other Bosses so this is not something new but it is difficult to believe that Uchiha Sasuke has the power to take over all of us; his bonds are nowhere near secure with maybe the exception of that snake faced man— that lecherous creep Orochimaru."

"The Sound is nowhere near influential or powerful." But the lack of power and influence, Orochimaru was cleverly compensating with conniving fingers, craftiness, imagination and a little dosage of insanity injected into his already deviant mind.

"Don't overestimate him after all, he did kill the previous Kazekage and now his moronic creepy youngest son has took over the Sand Borgata and is touted to be equally genius like his father."

The one who invented a new method of cultivating opium was Orochimaru`s fearsome demonic patriarch, whose obsession for immortality tangled with the delirious pathos for occult practices of forgotten clans, tribes whose beliefs were intimately embracing with the element of mysticism and dark arts.

And his son proved to have just as much versatility in the arts of manipulation the darkness in the others hearts, taking full advantage of their weaknesses then exploiting them into seeing from his own perspective –the flaws of this world— ultimately taking control over their savage hatred blooming from the depths of the seed of acerbity subtly imbued into their soul from the quintessence of the first consorts of sinners.

"Pure speculations. Orochimaru doesn't have the same power as before. Not after Konoha and Kirigakure betrayed him and now Uchiha Sasuke is trying to mend those bonds again by associating with this man... hmm— I won't negate it that they do have similar taste and conniption but… there is no equilibrium of powers; Uchiha Sasuke is far more versatile and conniving."

"It is very convenient for Uchiha Empire to have such an ally securing his northern borders considering that the Sound is a convenient cheap gateway to the Sea and thus his shipments are entering the country basically tax-free. And that convenience of having him as an associate rather than a needle pressed into his nape was highly fruitions to someone as equally lush in intricate negotiations as Uchiha Sasuke and plus, the strategy was convenient to Sasuke sine he cold supervise and track any suspicious move of the Sannin since it was common sense that any snake was a natural traitor. One who wasn't making any genuine affiliations."

"Orochimaru only takes a small part of the huge amounts of money that Uchiha makes from guns trafficking on the sea and in return, Orochimaru is in charge with safely delivering the guns to Konoha's harbors secrets that Uchiha owns and since that country is his giant 'lab' to play, the risks of the cargos being intercepted by the Police is zero."

Hiashi nodded as Sasuke was indeed a sneaky bastard. "I have to admit that alliance has been intelligent from Sasuke`s part. And such a small emergent nation as the Sound will never dare to double-cross Uchiha Sasuke. Also, considering that Orochimaru practically controls the hidden Hot water Village and the Hidden in Forest Village, Uchiha Sasuke can comfortably keep a close eye on the Raikage and the entire land of lightning."

Rancorous laughter erupted in a lush effluence around the room as their half lidded orbs peeped from behind hypnotic, challenging and calculating irises seeing with their minds rather than with their hearts what the rival wanted to suggest through his words.

"I bet you that Raikage is sleeping with an eye open and bristles at how Uchiha is one step ahead from him always on his back. I know that I won't sleep soundly with such an enemy observing me closely."

Images of a cornered Raikage pushed too far from his hot-headed limits slid into he vaults of their minds as both enjoyed the virtual vexation of the man, almost tasting the bitterness of E`s infatuated rage on the tips of their wicked tongues.

Bristling in all the glory of a howling beast set on devouring its prey, but Uchiha Sasuke was a formidable rival way out of the Raikage`s league; because his intellect could never be impaled by a bundle of muscles plied into the spectacular body of a brainless man –the perfect puppet to be maneuvered by clever strings.

"But that only means that the Raikage is forced to seek strong allies against Uchiha Sasuke right?"

Naturally, since the instinct of survival was the first one to kick in in such a situation and, albeit E was the type of incorrigible stubborn whose arrogance was making him trip against his own implied limitations, his counselors would most likely bestow for him to seek strong allies capable of rivaling Uchiha`s artistry in plotting and scheming.

Such a fine crafty Boss will only surrounding himself by a clique of equally creative associates, Ōnoki remarked with a bittersweet click on his tongue, understanding that he had a good eye for scouting Hiashi`s daughter for a marriage of convenience and a union between the Uzumaki and the Hyuga Clan, unaware that Sasuke and Naruto had their own plans being nourished as they talked.

"He once offered or— rather demanded an alliance with the Hidden Stone Village but I not-so-politely escorted his humongous bulky self out of my palace for this impertinence."

Vicious snickers slid to their malicious orbs as a frenzy charged through them, to finally dispose of Uchiha Sasuke as the prospect of finally eliminating that obstacle from their way gleamed like a tempting gemstone carved into hard stone, yet to be grasped by one of them –to snatch that chance to end the Feud of such an unconquerable Boss was more alluring than the forbidden fruit.

A fruit entombing the core of sin that Sasuke himself has already enjoyed, savoring its ambrosia taste for as long as it graced his lips then enslaving the stone in his arms forever, as a perpetual curse that chained Sakura to him; voluntarily succumbing to her dulcet.

"I sill haven't forget how he teamed up with the Mist and the Land of Waves to attempt and stop my alcohol and tobacco shipments in the Sand and Hidden Cloud four years ago, that bastard. We barely survived that crisis."

A look of pure chagrin etched on his face, Hiashi crunched his nose in pure revolt envisioning that abominable brute in his haste for power and more power, shifting his position on the armchair like the one of a King without a crown void of sentiments and bearing the numerous vestiges of his failures weighting upon his hunched shoulders, crouching over his crossed legs, fingers linking in an intellectual pose.

"I always despised that loathsome brute, to be completely honest. Such tempestuous vulgar man he is, with his lack of tact in the arts of deception and a flaring temper only doubled by the brazen of his daring actions. Good thing that Uchiha Sasuke is having the same disapproving opinion over him in fact… I hope that right now, our dearest E-kun is undergoing a risky surgery courtesy of a violent beef occurring between them. One of our moles there has just briefed my Vice President about it. Our eternally implacable Sasuke-kun has succeeded in impaling that gargantuan nitwit with two bullets on his shoulder which apparently caused him a severe injury. In lieu, Uzumaki Naruto has also suffered severe injuries."

Which was highly inconvenient since Hiashi was planning on marrying Hanabi to Naruto to gain full access to the Head of the Leaf Mafia.

"Really now… What happened to him? So has Uchiha Sasuke –the almighty King of Stoicism and the heart of Stone himself— with his unconquerable composure and self-discipline engaged into a beef with an equally psychotic enemy? Heh— I earnestly hope he dies. It would be good riddance for the Mafia Families. In fact… it would have been marvelous if they both killed each other off."

"It was Uchiha Sasuke himself seeking A out and he discharged some bullets into his shoulder severely injuring him." Orbs that infiltrated the light in a pitch black olive tinge, welled in surprise at Hiashi`s babble.

"Kiba has informed me that Morphine has managed to intercept one of Uchiha`s cargos right into the middle of the Ball that Uchiha has organized in his mansion and used the autopilot signal to forwards that shipment to the Raikage, then conveniently announced the Prosecutors and the Feds about it. I heard that they are still investigated and had a warrant of arrest on three of Raikage's most trustworthy associates in charge with his finances and shipments. Uchiha apparently fructified the chance that Morphine has caused to deepen the aperture between them and thus paid him a courtly visit departing with two bullets of farewell."

"Hahaha—" A calloused palm paddling against the headrest in a disarray rhythm, Ōnoki erupted in a another hysteric laughter momentarily forgetting the cigar clutched into his crimpled digits, leaning onwards to enjoy that moment of absolutely blithe at the Raikage`s misfortune; definitely being into the radar of the cruel Uchiha Sasuke was anything but mirthful.

"That Uchiha Sasuke must be equally insane to confront Raikage like that; in open field penetrating his apparently unconquerable territory traipsing within the boundaries of his territory like it was the back of his Royal back Garden!" Sliding his silken handkerchief under the bags of his amused orbs whipping away the rivulets of teardrops sliding along his cheeks, Oonoki tittered.

"But things start to get interesting from there." Completely not absorbed by the excessive incessant tenue of this coltish short man with elusive responses and juicy zeal for manifesting himself publicly, Hiashi continued with the same hint of calmness and a dangerous glint in his glossy voice.

"Imagine that Uzumaki Naruto has been severely injured into that beef and needed immediate surgery and guess where did Uchiha Sasuke sought for help?" The notion of help binding two Mafia Bosses together had but one representation —compromising; that desperate must Uchiha have been to be willing to accept any form of collaboration with someone like Tsunade Senju –a formidable rival temperamental and swaying from extremes to another, being as unreliable as the winding tides was because no Boss would ever seek help -they only took and demanded and took under the threat of the gun`s bullet ready to be discharged from the barrel but they never ever expressed such vulnerability and incapacity as seeking for help.

It automatically implied that they were lacking in an aspect and relied on the help of another and thus that person would have some sort of influence over him and that was incorrigible and unacceptable for a Mafia Leader; especially since he was Uchiha Sasuke.

"Where?"

Moonlit hues blitzing in pure thrill, Hiashi smirked a thin curl of his fine lips tapping a glass of strong whiskey against his lips. "To one of the three legendary Sannin; he personally sought Princess Senju Tsunade to save his precious dobe`s pitiful life!"

"No way! You`re kidding me!" Had his two faithful associates hear what Hiashi was babbling about, they would have probably been rolling on the plush carpet made of Egyptian linen and camel linen sewed with silk, his throat constricting of chortles escaping his chest and nearly went hyperventilating.

"Uchiha Sasuke even sought for help to that crafty witch?! Well well… How stupendous indeed... I wonder what did he offer in return for that woman to agree to that."

"Kiba doesn't know of such details since they have been agreed on in private and in fact... I don't think that anyone but Uzumaki Naruto himself knows; but as his best pal he won't ever open up that obstreperous mouth of his to disclose. My guesses are that he offered one of his enemy`s heads for this. Yours or Raikage's."

Thus Tsunade Senju would never acquiesce to a truce that promised something so hard to accomplish; she would have never agreed to tend Uzumaki Naruto just to get her clutches on an indirect enemy.

"So Uchiha Sasuke plans on disposing of E by teaming up with Tsunade Senju who holds a terrible grudge against the Land of Lightening, huh? But as far as I am concerned the Senju and Uchiha have always been at war since the foundation of those two powerful clans."

"That is correct but seventy years ago some sort of truce has been signed between Uchiha Madara and Hashirama Senju and that was supposed to stop the animosity between them. Only... it hasn't work so well since Tobirama Senju confronted the Leader of the Uchiha from then who was Izuna Uchiha —Madara`s brother himself— and was forced to abandon the Borgata, pack his stuff and get his ass out of the Land of Fire in shame and disgrace. It was only three decades later that his niece has successfully managed to build a small Empire on herself and she holds a grudge to all the Fie Nations rather than solely Uchiha for never giving her a hand; at that time Uchiha was too powerful and it was convenient to no one to go against them just to help the falling Senju. I wonder what made them handshake now... as far as I know, Tsunade and Sasuke hardly spoke to each other and Fugaku and Tsunade have never been close acquaintances."

Shoulders shrugging with two nonchalant jerks, their orbs slid into a suspicious glance. "Who knows what those two plotted but I don't like it in the bit –this agreement between Uchiha Sasuke and Tsunade Senju..."

A lackluster shook of his head doubled Ōnoki `s ineptitude to decipher the contents of the truce between Uchiha And Senju; just what could they have plotted in order to cease the embers of a fire between them that has been flickering for so long?

"I don't like it in the bit... these two people are utmost intelligent and if they unite forces..." the elder Bosses' words were shrouded in wisdom as his foreboding was genuine and full of factualness.

"I suggest that you keep a close eye on their tracks; I wouldn't want furor on the borders of my village." Since Uchiha had closed bonds with the smallest forces armed with firearms and inhumane thirst for blood looming around the outskirts of his realm, always creating ruckus on the borders.

"Of course that this is exactly what I am doing. In any case, my advice is to secure your southern borders just in case. Especially those ones with the Hidden Rain and Grass."

"It's difficult to do so since they started to get cozy with that imbecile of a Raikage who is so close to the Leaf and now they are negotiating an alliance with the Bloody Mist."

"Things are not rays and sunshine in the Hidden mist either," Tucking on a bamboo wooden sculpted case sliding the shelf open, Hiashi held a fine stick like a lecturer and unfurled the detailed map of the Five Great Nations representing the feuds of every known Mafia Family and its geographical distribution, encircling on a short dot on the map; Ōnoki's orbs slid from Hiashi`s calculated ones to the piece of glossy paper.

"I have records that someone has attempted to murder Terumi Mei twice. The suspect looks strikingly similar to the Demon of the mist, the criminal rogue Momochi Zabuza who apparently has teamed up with Hoshigaki Kisame the former subordinate of Suikazan Fuguki from the Seven Swordsmen of the Hidden Mist and are now plotting to kill the current Boss tire and take over."

Hence, Mei`s desperation to seek strong allies –like Uchiha Sasuke—to secure her borders and ensue her own safety; no one would find it highly convenient to attack the Leaf`s associates without being well prepared to risk a direct confrontation.

"This doesn't sound internal conflicts will percolate to us as well since we are all intimately connected —be it on good or bad terms. We need more informants in those regions since they are very strict with surveillance and hard to penetrate from the outside."

"Espionage is difficult in the Mist since they are so hermetic and their methods of killing their comrades and trust no one is notorious and popular; they even mill family members which is so sinful and gruesome."

Hiashi reminded courtly, bitterly that his two attempts to vigilance have not been fruitions. "They are just like Amegakure from this point of view —impenetrable."

"Nothing is impenetrable when you infiltrate into their Intelligence division." That was of course true, but the Intel division manipulated every secret and every crucial piece of useful information which might find its utility when secrecy and conspirators created an aperture into one of the Families, and thus it was common strategy to try and pervade through that incredibly exclusive secluded clique.

But as much as it was basic strategy, it was also extremely difficult to accomplish considering the identity of those men.

Faithful associates who would mirthfully exchange their life in lieu of preserving that information; members of the family, sworn brothers.

"Easier said that done, but no worries my friend, I already got charge with this. I sent two of my best associates for espionage mission in the Hidden mist. Soon enough they are bound to send information through one of our informants that surveillance from the ocean. I can assure you that those rebels are bloody and enjoy killing and they are getting more and more popular. I heard that there were even rogues deserting from the other Villages to join the Mist rebellion for war prey, money, women and drugs."

Ōnoki`s secret was in reference to an extremely elite organization established into the core of their ANBU troops capable of infiltrating into an organization seemingly defectors from another Village.

Usually they were trained to withstand years of continuous strict surveillance before being accepted into that sensitive organization, of course in exchange for the information about their own village.

"Tempting indeed..." But risky and costly to be sustainable on a long run, Hiashi concluded. "Neji told me that Uchiha was wise to try and approach Mei Terumi and I know realize it that his true purpose was to keep an eye on the Mist`s movements rather than seek an alliance with that bipolar instable woman."

In a similar fashion to what he was doing in regards with Orochimaru and probably he was aiming to monopolize the vast areas of oil resources pooling under the waters surrounding the coastlines of the Hidden Mist –a business which would syphon huge amounts of money into Uchiha`s bank accounts.

"How come," An elfin smirk sleeking along his lips, Oonoki confronted Hiashi`s orbs with determination and that peculiar annoying amusement. "that Neji Hyuga is involved into your plan to overrule Uchiha Sasuke?"

"Of course he is. My nephew`s affiliations are only the ones with his family —the Hyuga clan— and never the others. He has been my best tool as I plan on making him the Boss of the Hyuga Can. He is the most capable as I only have daughters or rather— had two daughters."

It was astounding how Hiashi could be so evasive, so nonchalant in disposing of his own family members and associates using them as pawns on his machinations.

"Whatever happened to your other daughter?" Ōnoki implied smartly suspecting that something gruesome might have transpired into the secrecy of the Hyuga Clan.

"You had an elder one didn't you? What was her name... Hinata… Hyuga Hinata your first born and the rightful leader of the Hyuga Borgata. Don't tell me you killed her!"

Dramatically, Ōnoki chortled rudely just envisioning what horrible fate has Hinata faced, since everyone was suspect about her mystifying disappearance.

"No, of course I didn't," Hiashi looked apprehensive, his words trimmed by an exacerbated arrogance. "I locked her up into a convent of nuns and after it regrettably been cremated to the foundation I locked her up into a Mental Asylum that has also perished into the flames of purgatory like an ex-nun like her would say. But that was beside the point since the director informed me that unfortunately my beloved child has hanged herself into the bathroom."

"My deepest condolences to you Hiashi." He didn't mean it wholeheartedly, as they both laughed hysterically coating Hinata`s memory in a trifling mockery not ever reminiscing about her with earnestly and affect except for the truth that he disposed of the elder offspring of the clan conveniently as she served of no purpose to them –Hinata was not born a Mafia Leader.

"I heard that by the end of the next month, Uchiha will be host of a grandiose Banquette in honor of the Capo`s engagement and many fine guests were invited."

"The engagement party of Uchiha Sasuke the Capo di Capi himself with the exquisite dame from the high society Uzumaki Karin." Smirking savagely at the double implication, he clipped.

Hiashi admitted tilting his head once in a brief nod, well aware of the fact that there was history lingering into the virtual bride`s veil of Uzumaki Karin and her role in Uchiha`s life.

They both wondered whose mole she was and what malicious intent that red-head witch had frenetically concocting how to wrap Sasuke around her adroit digits as she was notorious for handling everything with diligence, intuition and intelligence –by no means was Uzumaki Karin stepping into the shoes of a perfect concubine, a high class prostitute.

No, she was an eloquent madam of the crème de la crème, refined, dignified with finesse in her tenue, a conniving intellect mingled with a strong sense of irony, beautiful in her own right with moonlit skin and fire in her lush long tendrils and a mysterious enigma coating her.

Uzumaki Karin was a beauty in the high class, a worthy woman with very desirable background; her marriage with Uchiha Sasuke was envied and never pitied or mocked, on no! Not in the bit.

But the fact that Uchiha Sasuke was secretly in love with his enemy was a whole other story… one that was fortunately enough occult to everyone. "The noblest slut of the Hidden Leaf." They exploded in rancorous laughter.

"What benefit would Uchiha from that hysteric alliance with that woman? Did he pity that whore so much?"

"No. My guess is that it would be an act of benevolence towards her cousin Uzumaki Naruto. The woman is a poor orphan who lives on the Uchiha and Uzumaki`s expenses and spends the money. In reality my people discovered that she is Orochimaru`s spy,"

Hiashi tittered ironically when in reality they were scowling at the prospect of Karin potentially ruining their plans with a strategy that was occult to them. "and favorite bitch. But you know Uchiha Sasuke… no one can actually tell what is on his mind. Something he must have planned in regards to that woman."

"Maybe he is just masochist..." For the time being, Ōnoki was not concerned by the problem of Uzumaki Karin.

Currently, she posed as no threat and her only suspicious thing was that she was not sharing Uchiha`s bedchamber in addition to spending his overflowing amounts of money on maintain her coquettish refined but luxurious wardrobe.

"Whatever it is, after I dispose of Uchiha Uzumaki will naturally follow but firstly I plan on intervening into his secret agreement with Tsunade Senju. My guesses and speculations are that Senju Tsunade plans on teaming up with Raikage against Uchiha Sasuke and I don't want to be on the wrong side when they will com crushing down the Leaf."

Sleek tongue rolling against his lips, wet and dripping with honey beverage that was melting down his throat, Hiashi decreed solemnly, his fist clasping around the end of the armchair that was sculpted with mythological motives, fingertips brushing over the detailed mahogany head of the Cerberus carved in expensive wood, polished with lacquer shimmering like his moony orbs into the capricious dim light of the flickering candles of the crystal chandelier, million crystals reflecting the true imagine of two demons scheming downright.

Tsuchikage half-heartedly nodded in agreement, sealing their secret truce with a short courtly raise of his own glass skyward mimicking Hiashi`s gesture.

Inwardly, he was already on the same page as him plotting how to dispose of his now partner later on when their enemies would be gone.

Ear dabbed against the soundproof doors, hearing enhanced by a small smart device in the shape of a giant artificial silicone ear pierced by wires like microphones, the heavily entertained man was nearly melting against the door with his knees nearly knocking against the carpeted floor, he was barely quenching the nefarious tittering. "Kukuku— those decrepit motherfuking atheists..."

Tilting his head over his shoulder, he croaked in a ragged whisper filled with heavy thrill to his two stoic female companions the result of his 'research'.

"so… they plan on taking down Uchiha Sasuke by using that divine fucker of Ai-chan`s ex fuck-buddy Kiba Inuzuka as a mole hahaha— gotta hand it to them though... to attempt something like this against an Uchiha is something appreciative."

"What about Uchiha Itachi?" There was a definite look on her bright amber orbs that made Hinata nearly quick an eyebrow up in confusion at her momentarily flicker in her disciplined temper; something about the way her shoulders tauten briefly in a vestige of something distressing her made Hinata wonder whether she still behold an emotional attachment to that man.

She knew from Konan that Itachi was back into the picture and probably with a dexterous strategy in his mind and a sole scope; to sprinkle punishment.

After they escaped the abominable Reunion of Missionary Nuns compelled into the chambers where they stumbled after successfully leaping from Uchiha`s balcony, being forced into participating to the ritual under the lamentable excuse that was hardly plausible –that they are new members cuddling into the balcony when the seniors have went inside, thinking that they have foolishly stumbled into another room accidentally –and shockingly the nuns have naively trusted their words.

Of course that they naturally blend into the throng of nuns sending prayers to Heaven since Hinata was immediately pulled into the rituals and flawlessly reciting from the Holy Book, as well as Konan who was a good pretender since she knew about the history of religions, was a Wicca practitioner accustomed to prayers and rituals.

And being friends with Hinata Hyuga, that Goddess entrapped into a cycle of hatred, a nun with a cherub mien and pristine soul pierced by poisonous venom digging deep into her heart, like vines of death and sin weighing heavily upon her shoulders, like the most agonizing plight, blending in was no problem.

To them.

Because Hidan was in the verge of fainting, hyperventilating and barely keeping his indecent curses at bay.

"What are you so preoccupied about Konan-chan?" Said woman shook her head and smiled to her. "I see you tensed... full of thoughts and nearly anxious and this is not like you. What are you thinking about?"

"N-Nothing," she nearly blubbed, her lithe shoulders momentarily wilted with a heaviness coddling on her that Hinata could only surmise, but never venturing into the abodes of where Konan`s mind was teetering, reeling in thoughts that were making her sag like that; even faltering for a moment was enough to betray internal strife.

"honestly, I am just tired because I haven't as much had any sleep in two days and I nearly got caught by Sasuke's associates and thus this has made me a lil` bit nervous and now that we have barely escaped from the room without unraveling our real identity to Uchiha Sasuke... it all got to me the tiredness that's all. I just need... s—sleep that's all, really…?"

She was outwitting the subject with a stash of secrecy curled into the pits of her chest, her orbs now focusing on the task beforehand rather than coddling into the intimacy of Itachi`s beloved memory and the obvious effect that was harvesting into her mind.

Curse him for always finding his way back into the expanse of her chest where her most fragile part was sashaying along that heart-jerking incertitude.

Konan didn't even knew of his whereabouts or his plans, only having an evasive promise of returning to her, thus letting her reel in expectancy to his call.

That if… he decided to contact again, because Itachi's spruce epistles were kindred to the ones of a wraith; always dissipating like peas of dew in the morning vanishing under the warm expense of her palm perishing under hers, touching and only being a grace to her leering orbs forever forbidden to touch, girded to her most longing desires.

Beads of sweat were creasing the span of her eyebrow as she discreetly thumbed along the curve of her forehead, but Hinata disputed her seemingly unfailingly response after a moment of mapping her out meticulously, both her pensive orbs assessing, concerning and proclaiming. "You are not lying to me Konan-chan,"

Her voice warm and moony was a prim whisper breezing into Konan`s ear, almost soothing and sympathetic with a hint of nit-picking foreboding into it.

A cold shiver jolted along Konan`s spine somehow pertaining to the quixotic experience that Hidan felt whenever Hinata was being so austere, so unperturbed with her crooked tranquility, this time, her words dripping with nothing but concern.

"is it about the person that you have stumbled upon while you were being chased by Naruto-kun right? Who was that person Konan-chan? And what role does he have in your life for you to fret out like this?"

Her shoulders nearly sagged again while Hinata bestowed an occult affiliation to someone who was probably mentioned into the private discussion that they were caving in.

But before she got the opportunity to confront her friend with the most amber orbs about it, Hidan whirled his head about and crossed at the two blubbing women, teeth grinding together in tempest.

"Fucking stop whispering into my damn ears, you obnoxious women! I can't hear shit with all your relentless fidgeting, damn it!" Why were all the ladies so high-strung when they needed to move like phantoms was beyond his comprehension, but women were digging into an enigma that was as old as time itself and thus far out of is understanding. "Hush— for fuck`s sake! Fuckin` annoying gossiping women..."

Again, Hidan returned to his original place heaving his special device latching into to his ear, placing it against the door to hear the ultra-secret conversation.

It was just a miracle that their body-guards and associates were not loitering nearby to interrupt their peeping-Tom, in a moment when they were nearly in the possession of a inestimable information —the token of Hiashi- Ōnoki`s partnership to defraud Uchiha Sasuke.

Swift eidolon steps of her sandaled feet dabbed against the carpeted floor with light steps that made no ripple into the air, slender digits encircling around Konan`s bicep nervously heaving Hinata, backpedalling from the nearly bridling Hidan around the corner of the crossing corridors, to confront her privately.

The concern radiating from her friend`s frisky aura was disheartening and worrisome to someone with a sixth sense for that kind of girl problems that Hinata has once been the victim off; love.

"Konan-chan," Hinata`s musical tone turned high pitched, soprano light as a pleasing soft rain pelting against the window, orbs sliding to Konan`s own that were having a distinctive glint about them —once that it has never been there before. "Please do not hide anything from me."

Her tune was hummed serenely and sisterly, tempting Konan to coddle into that inviting gesture to open up her heart to Hinata, not in the bit reproachful or spiteful as it came as a lenitive companionship. "This could put us all into dangerous situatio—"

"—I am not trying to hide or lie to you Ai-chan," Fine-combing her bob stylized tendrils that were unwound from her peculiar up-do, she teetered nervously, glancing to the austere halls like capable to distinguish something more into the silence.

"it`s just— I was nowhere near expecting to see him after all these years I—" she exhaled realizing that she acted so out of character, being nervous and fidgety antsy and discombobulated, swiveling to meet her a bundle of concern huddled on Hinata`s moonlit visage.

"—Ai-chan," A whispered tone caved in as Konan stole a glance onwards to where Hidan was busy peeping, evidently not wanting him to peep into their conversation whacked Hinata like a gust of frozen water against the face; realizing the elongation of Konan`s tempest in regards to what she sputtered further. "The person that I have encountered yesterday is... Uchiha Itachi."

Thin lips parted in a silent gasp, horror etched onto her face visible in her brows as they rose together while shock resided into her throat like a nub making her feel a cold shiver ripple along her spine; she knew that bespoken feeling never receding from her own chest while she blubbed.

"W—What— what?!" Hinata stammered just like when she couldn't contain her stupor. "Y—You have m—met your f—former lover in U—Uchiha S—Sasuke`s venues and t—that person just happens to be his b—brother that is supposed to be d—dead and gone?! Impossible!"

"I give you my word that I haven't imagined it or invented it Ai-chan; you have to believe me!"

Her voice was inconspicuous, tempered knowing that Hidan`s would clip if she let it become evident that Konan still held him affectionate in her heart, thus she leaned onwards to Hinata, omitting Hidan`s silent cackles in regard to what he was overhearing behind closed doors.

But the confession about Itachi`s whereabouts, his whimsical appearance into the picture after such a long time trimmed to Hinata`s alertness; what was the purpose of Itachi`s return and more importantly, why did he decide to reappear into Konan`s life again?

Clearly, he was updated with much more about her possibly keeping a vigilant eye on his younger brother for all that time.

But if Uchiha Itachi, a man whose tenue and moves had the same pattern of an wraith, always rippling into the limbs of shadows and never revealing his prints, then the possibility of him being alert about Morphine was also pressing and alarming.

Hinata knew from her objective third party`s point of view that Itachi has revealed himself to Konan with a definite purpose; to deliver a clear message, to make a statement still being shrouded into the same mysticism as always and that left Hinata reeling in incertitude, almost… anxiety.

Doubled by the fact that she, Hidan and Konan were currently spying on her father and Ōnoki, being separated by only an immeasurable aperture of pure hatred concocting from the pits of Hell and blazing in bubbling peas of tar and a thin filigree wall.

The pang above her left breast clipped upon reminisces of their last encounter huddled inside her mind.

"I am telling you the truth Ai-chan! It was him, undeniably him sister! It was Uchiha Itachi my ex-lover! The only love of my life and he was there in his brother`s house for fuck`s sake! The problem is that we haven't spoken too much because there was no time!"

Chapped lips nipping nervously, Konan was a bundle of nerves packed into the cup of her chest, welling into the knot of her tummy silently fretting at the possibility of being reunited to him again.

Just like Hinata, her suspicion was that Itachi wanted to let her know that he had everything under strict observation, but what he did confirm with his presence was that he was not an enemy.

And Sakura 'Morphine' Haruno, their friend and sister was upwards fucking his younger brother`s brain… oh dear Heavens, what an imbroglio…

"He just tapped his fingers on my lips so as I won't make any ridiculous sounds to disclose our location then dragged me through the side wall where a hidden door was concealed by the fake panting —a door that he obviously knew about— then he led me through a short subterranean tunnel to the other side of the yard and thus we could escape from the surveillance cameras and Naruto and his companion!"

"And?" Her chime was pressing, whirling in impatience that Hinata normally did possess, pressing her friend further into disclosing more trivia, momentarily letting Hidan and the rest dissipate into a farther universe, focusing solely on her anxious friend.

"Did he asked or confessed something else or he simply drove you home like nothing?" The real question dwelled deep into the curve of her mind; was Itachi supervising Sasuke?

"He..." A slick tongue glided over her lower lip to camouflage the plethora of nerves simmering inside as her voice nearly clipped, coming as a resounding pressed hush.

"…he kissed me and urged me to wait for his call because he wants to propose a truce to us then he drove his car that was hidden behind some bushes of roses towards the street even before I had the chance to put a tracking chip on it!"

That kiss was forever etched into Konan`s mind and even now she perceived it simmering and teetering into her chest and prickling over her own lips; a kiss that dabbed onto so many encased memories, and they now cam unwound.

"W-What?!" The alarm in Hinata's prim light-lyric soprano tune carved deep into Konan`s mind, million rushing ideas and horrifying scenarios amassed into her skull, all filled with tempest and fervor upon hearing her surmises be doubled by Konan`s confession.

She was right in her wild guess, Itachi knew about their organization far enough to know that they were the ones hiding behind the pseudonym Morphine. "U-Us meaning that h-he— he knows about us? About—"

"—yes yes Ai-chan," The same fidgety exasperation was mirrored into Konan`s own vocals, both finding it taxing to keep their shrieks tempered enough so that they were still murmuring and not distract Hidan or alarm the Bosses' associates –from wherever they were wandering instead of safeguarding their Bosses` door.

But then again, this was a friendly territory for Hiashi Hyuga; the Uchiha`s own luxurious hotel and thus there was no danger looming over the prospect of them having a reunion under its umbrella. "Uchiha Itachi... Uchiha Sasuke`s brother does know the truth about... about Morphine!"

"No— no!" Hinata blubbed nearly stammering as her mind teetered nervously, finding it completely pointless to waste time in playing the spies with Hiashi and Ōnoki when another far more dangerous and unrivaled adversary has presented himself to them with unknown intentions and a gruesome prospect of contacting them again, implying that he was not giving them the choice of no encountering them.

"This is impossible, no way! No way this can be happening! Konan-chan… if that person knows about Sakura t-then he—"

Her voice nearly broke as she pivoted on her heel like a coltish nymph of the forest, light steps were dabbing against the floor, intention to forewarn Hidan about something that has just transpire exuding from all her pores.

Her creamy tresses tinged with the hue of rich lavender fluttered behind her back spilling about her shoulders, while her rail-thin form made a beeline to the eavesdropping male; sensing a frothing shiver cup his face from Hinata's ghostly appearance Hidan turned his provide to face two women paddling nervously in unexpected frenzy towards him, almost tasting the alert in their conniption; frowning lightly.

"What the fuc—"

"—we are all in big big trouble," Hinata demanded, her aura turning alert, stern and serious with a thing of urgency into it while Konan was sliding along the wall traipsing behind her back mentally praying that no housekeepers or maids or other guests would cross paths with them while they were doing their escape from this opulent 'prison'.

"we have to alert Hidan-kun about this. If Itachi warned Sasuke about this situation then Sakura is in real danger no-"

Bam! Bam!

Nefarious and energetic resounded the impalement of a gun discharging in bitter asperity twice, even before a startled Hinata and Konan had the chance to mentally intercept it and react. "Ah!"

But adrenaline rushed into their reeling heads in the moment Hidan revved on his heels charging onwards like a blithe feline with a gun of his own already harvested in his left hand. "Oh no!"

"The fuck are you guys doing, gossiping about the latest fashion trends?! Move damn it, we have to get the heck out of there because security sees us! Quickly to the emergency stairs—"

Irony latched to them when Fate has determined the flow of action, smoothly and implacable as a malicious swift Hiashi Hyuga dropkicked against the door slamming it sideways against the wall, diagonally skidding to have a frontal meeting with Hidan, while the elder Tsuchikage poked his head from inside the dimly illuminated abode to assess the unforeseen situation.

"—You!" Hiashi`s clipping sent a tremor down Hidan`s heels momentarily determining him to halt and swivel around, his maniacal orbs twining with moony confounded ones, following the tip of his accusing outstretched his digit to him.

Konan also whipped her head around her shoulder in the direction of the clamor, horror swallowing her chest when she caught the glimpse of Hiashi`s athletic form, stoic, austere and regal, appearing into the doorway, but luckily enough Hinata already masked her presence –and implicit affiliation the them— because he has been fast and fluid enough to joggle around the corner already joggling in the direction of the Emergency Stairs that led underground into the parking lot that was carved beneath the hotel, but in time to catch the bristling of a now enraged Hiashi, thundering like a blizzard along the corridor.

"You are that former Anbu Leader who tried to put Uchiha Fugaku in jail! That traitor! And you are alive! Alive and spying on our conversation! I will kill you with my very revolver—"

"—Well well look what type of curse the Devil cast upon the Earth—if it was a pleasure to meet you again Hiashi-kun! Watts`up?"

His tone, acerbic and full of contempt, mocked his astounded enemy laughing in the face of the Death itself not materialized into the form of Hiashi`s gun discharged into one of the halls just above an antique imported Chinese vase, clutching on a ninja smoke bomb as Tsuchikage was already taking out his own revolver shrouded into the folds of his yukata. "You bloody traitor—!"

His associates were already in alarm mode hastening their galloping along the hall appearing from the two side elevators preparing to discharge their own guns, but Hidan was already faster roping it and a maze of smoke obstructed the view in time to avoid being pierced by bullets and evade them.

Nimbly, He threw his lithe form to the floor eluding the bullets that pierced the back wall sine the accuracy of their aim into the maze as diminished, cackling maniacally and reveling into the mirth of adrenaline and insanity of the dangerous situation.

"Say hello to the Devil for me and say that I can't wait to meet him!" He knew that his prim reference was forwarded to Uchiha Fugaku, using Hiashi as an intermediate to deliver a clear message; I`m back.

I`m back to take revenge on all of you; I will kill you and all your dear ones.

"Hiashi—"

Cutting in the Tsuchikage`s confused frown, Hiashi was already piercing through the smoke like he was capable to see right through it with those moons soaked in milk, rimmed by bulky veins protruding from his temples, continuing to discharge his gun, not caring whether he would cause a ruckus into the hotel. "—quickly, get out of here Ōnoki! If someone sees you here with me then it is going to be a major disaster!"

The futile order came as derisive since Hidan –a dangerous enemy returned from the chambers of Hell has already seen them together, definitely solidifying his advantage and blackmail to them.

"Try to get through the underground passage so as no one will see you! I will try to kill that man before he gets to tell Fugaku that we have met each other!"

"Why?! Who the fuck was that man Hiashi and how does he know you?"

"A dangerous enemy that has probably spied on us and has come with the clear intent of revenge on me, Hatake Kakashi and Uchiha Fugaku for killing his family and sent him in jail to rot!"

But the moterfucker has escaped from jail and now he is alive and the hatred burns into his eyes. This man has come to ruin us all, damn it! I have to warn Sasuke Uchiha and his detestable father. A plan was already seeing the light on his head. No... This man will not drag me down too. If Fugaku falls then he will go down alone because I plan to abandon this ship until it sinks.

That ex-convict will not ruin his plans ever! He had to personally dispose that man before he will get the chance to spill every single iota of information about his secret plans to backstab the Uchiha Family to Sasuke and thus bury the Hyūga under the ashes of their own shame, plight evident in his nervous hands clasped tightly against his gun.

The chasing game of cat and mouse has begun!

"I have always wondered about the symbolism between this necklace that you seem so profoundly emotionally attached to, Sakura,"

Light fingers tapped against Sakura`s plush creamy skin, tracing along the curve of her breast to skim up about her fragile neck, embellished by the trinket compelling Sasori lingered memory was encrusted into the mastery behind its execution, scanning it and grazing her skin with his burning digits.

Nervously, She shivered in delight nuzzling into his arms lying on his chest entirely as legs cuddled together intimately, lazily, warmly feeling every nude curve and every swell mold together. "why is it that you always bedeck your pretty neck with the same necklace?"

He knew that her intricate kinesics were always meaningful and thus he felt a pang of jealousy when she chirruped to him.

"It`s from Sasori… an old acquiesce of mine," she remembered his precious memory fondly murmuring from her lips in a plenitude of affection and care for the auburn haired male who has once been someone important and dear in her chest.

"The very same man that I have personally killed because he was suffering from being cremated."

Sakura didn't hid it from him and Sasuke's brain absorbed the detail like a sponge but the pang of jealously welling high into his chest was unrelenting and unexplainable as it sunk deep into his stomach like a hollow feeling of emptiness and betrayal.

"He had it from his mother and thus he found it fitting to entrust this precious memory to me the woman he… loved. He was a dear friend of mine... very dear friend,"

She enhanced playing with his mind when she kept him reeling in guess that he might have been a lover or a fiancé.

"after his family died... his mind has never been capable to hold onto sanity anymore. We were very close and he has been very kind with me. He saved my life Sasuke... literarily."

"Why did he have to suffer so grotesque injuries and found such a bloodcurdling death?" Nothing that he didn't pour into his own enemies and hostages but she knew of that so she wasn't fazed when his words seemed unruffled by such images his memory already nub to it. "Why was life so unfair with him…?" With all of us…

"What happened to him exactly?"

She faltered for a moment before speaking again, jade coated orbs eluding his obsidian for a moment glancing on the window. "His home burnt from the foundation. I... was the one to set it on fire. But you know what?"

She turned to him when something in his chest faltered; she did... what?! "I loved him too Sasuke... I loved him like the brother that I have never had." She was so proud, so poetic so distant and yet so attached to it.

"You incinerated his home?" Uchiha frowned lightly as she drew circles on his abdomen enjoying his taunt muscles and lithe sinew and cords radiating warmth and strength into the back of her silken palm. "Why?"

"Why do you have to know?"

A tight crooked smirk bloomed onto his slender lips when the implication dabbed lightly against his mind in understanding, amusement visible under the curve of his long lush eyelashes amassing into his sabon eyes. "Because I don't want the same horrific scenario to happen to my hotel too."

"That if— you are behaving..." The same deceiving glossy curl of Sakura`s lips upwards has resided into Sasuke`s chest as a nub of blithe feelings as she let her sateen fingertip tease along Sasuke`s august jawline, skimming under the curb of his chin and cupping it between her forefinger and thumb.

She roughly, desperately led him down to press her lips against his, the fire between their petals kindled like blazing fireplaces spilling embers of gold and claret into the frozen night, her kiss tasting painfully sweet, bruising Sasuke`s plush lips as their tongues encircled and finding a ravenous rhythm together, gliding into his hot mouth. "Mmnn… delicious…"

"Hn," His chest thundered with a husky baritone traversing through Sakura`s throat and hitting he beck of her throat in a buddle of fluttering shivers encompassing her chest warmly, hotly in the cusp of pure passion, her hand wreathing into the lavishness of his brunet hair, pulling him closer. "then to avoid such an inconvenience..."

His lips smoothed along her own made Sakura`s lips tinge and shiver under his bruising kiss as his tune fell upon her glossy mouth in the form of the darkest invitation, dripping of tempting sin and captivating desire –lush and rich like his eyes. "…let's go."

"To where?"

He only smirked in a cryptic way that Sakura could never decipher, but her heart leaped into her chest already resonating to his hypnotic hand palming the side of her face; his obsidian orbs leered into her own embracing her austere spirit that was timidly peeping from behind closed windows, in hope.

A new thrill found its discharge along her spine as she dipped her head down in mirthful anticipation.

A/N: Sooo… I wanted to add more tension and spicy the things up with all the conspirators and backstabbing happening. I love the idea of everyone basically betraying everyone so as no one can trust each other; this makes a good set-up for the romance in this story, of course sprinkling with a bit of insanity.

And no, do not worry because I will not turn this into a fairytale like romance between Sasuke and Sakura, albeit I keep on sprinkling the plot with seemingly romantic hot scenes. But I am thrilled by the idea of having Sasuke fall in love with Sakura sincerely and use this as a weapon against her; a double-edged sword since he gets hurt too. Usually, Sakura is the one who loses her mind for Sasuke when in return, he is the austere, stoic and standoffish, apparently heartless guy, so I want to change this in this story. I want a terribly conflicted Sakura who denies any feelings for him, getting crazy at the idea of falling for him, while Sasuke enjoys her company. I promise that the upcoming chapters would depict a small 'adventure' with our favorite protagonists.

Many thanks to you guys for reviewing the previous chapter –as well as the others of course– and know that they are very encouraging and heart-warming.

Daffodil, you are being too kind with your words praising my story, thank you so much for your beautiful review. To be completely sincere with you, no, I do not tend to plan so much ahead in any of my stories –this included. The plot haphazardly occurred to me and thus I kept on developing it. Thank you for saying that it is cursive and fluent. This story is very dear to me and intimately connected to my heart so yes, I put in a lot of feeling when writing it. I am so glad that you enjoy it so much. Thank you for becoming my fan! You are so kindhearted!

Thank you for thinking like that regarding this story, AdennA, your support means a lot. I am happy to find out that you like my writing style and the choice of vocabulary. I see that my message got to you. I too enjoy such plots and thus I am doing my best to play with the personalities and insanity in this story and my choice of characters is challenging since they do not have so many things in common in the manga. You have a sharp eye for details. Thank you for the review!

Ssml, I know right? Well talking in those circumstances would be hard but yes, you are right they do need to talk… not now thought… I have plans for them hehe. Thank you for the review.

As always JakuraAngel, your words are so on point compelling the events in the chapter. You are so skilled with your words, thank you for the review. I am glad you enjoyed the previous update and hope that this new chapter did not disappoint. Thank you for your support!

Maram, thank you for following this story and praising it like that, you only have beautiful words to say and this makes me confident enough to carry on. I agree, they are sooo meant to be together! I can even picture it into my mind and thus get inspired and giddy about it. No, do not even think of apologizing for something that you have not done, really. You are such a faithful reader of my stories and a great friend of mine, so no worries. Your support is amazing. Thank you for your review and for reading my story. Take care!

Thank you for your words and for reading my story Hi.

anime1angel, I love those scenes too! SasuSaku romance is the BEST! I could literary litter numerous pages with scenes between them –and only them, but then… we won`t even have a story so unfortunately I can`t do that. Hehe. Hmmm… we shall see if she does. I am trying to build up their relationship and thicken the tension. Hope that this chapter was on your liking. Thanks for all the continuous support, and for the review!

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Till next time…