A/N: Hey there guys. I am back with another chapter to the dabble series. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far and I would really appreciate it if I could get some feedback. Are you guys still enjoying the series or should I make this the final chapter?

42. A confession and concession

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Confusion was the first thing that came to mind as she stepped into the dim basement. Her thoughts raced as the thought of speaking with the man she loved continued to rampage through her mind.

'Would he hate me?' she wondered, as she stepped slowly down the staircase leading to her basement.

"Itachi-san, are you here?" she called as the words escaped her lips.

She added a bit of chakra to her hearing as the sound of nothingness greeted her.

'Could it be possible that the two idiots knocked him out?' the pink haired woman thought as the image of a knocked out Uchiha filled her head.

Hyper-awareness shifted in her mind as she moved her feet faster down the staircase. It wasn't until her feet landed on the last step that she realized that something was amiss.

The basement she knew all too well was something she no longer recognized.

Gone were the stacks of boxes containing family heirlooms and kunai from her early training days with Tsunade.

In its place rested a single table with a white rose and a single candle surrounding it.

She felt the tingle in her spine as the image engraved itself into her mind.

What did this mean? And where was Itachi?

"Why so serious...Sakura?" a voice whispered to her left, as a feeling of content washed over her.

Nervousness replaced all sense of panic as the long awaited Itachi materialized seemingly from thin air. Her words lodged in her throat as impure thoughts of what they could do upon the table ran though her mind.

'Damn that Ino!'

What could she do? She couldn't very well admit to him that she wanted to kidnap him to make him he sex slave right?

Once again she cursed Ino for putting the ridiculous plot of kidnapping Itachi in her mind.

'Damn that Ino!'

Shame filled her as the thought of telling Itachi the truth flowed through her mind.

She couldn't bear the thought of never speaking to him again. She had to come up with something, anything to not tell him the truth. Unfortunately, she didn't think the repercussions as her lips began to move on its own accord.

"Itachi-san I am glad you are here." She whispered as the shadows seemingly bounced of the handsome man's face.

"Hn."

She gulped.

'Shit. Here goes everything.'

"You see, Shishou asked me to give you a check up and I thought it would be funny to.."

"Strip me naked and have sex on that table." He finished quietly as large, green eyes widened in shock.

He held back a smirk as his words hit his mark.

"Tell me Sakura. What would you like to do to me?"

A tremble raced down her spine as a ghost of a touch traced along her spine. A sheen of sweat dotted her forehead as her long locks was pulled from her shoulders.

'What was he doing to her?'

"Nothing, Itachi-s-san. I s-s-swear." she stuttered she locked eyes with the onyx orbs.

A dark eyebrow rose in amusement.

"Then I have been severely misinformed. I apologize Haruno-san. I thought I was brought here with the intention of being tied up and made a sex slave to Haruno Sakura."

She could feel her jaw drop as the dark haired male looked back at her with mild interest.

"Do I not interest you?"

She was not sure how long her jaw remained at her feet as the love of her life stepped closer to the lone table in the middle of the room.

She could feel the heat at her cheeks as those impure thoughts rose to the surface once again.

"Haruno, you seemed surprised. Was this not your intention in the first place?"

The pink haired beauty gulped as dark eyes ran along her frame.

'Was he checking her out?'

"Well, Haruno I am thoroughly surprised."

The words "why" threatened to escape her lips as the dark haired man gave her an expressionless glance.

"I thought you wanted me as much as I wanted you."

Sakura had no time to think as the blood rushed to her head and out her nose. She could feel the world spinning as her body surged toward the floor.

She could vaguely feel the strong arms around her frame as she looked into the beautiful, dark orbs before passing out.

The last thought on her mind was feel of the gentle kiss at her temple as the world slid from under her feet.

So much for happy endings.