Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, or any anime/manga for that matter. The only thing I own is this 'original' idea, and Naomi. Why did I create such a monster?

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"Ino!" Sakura screamed, trying to rush to her bloody friend. A police man held her back though, telling her to clam down.

"No! What happened, why is she so pale!?" Sakura started to feel dizzy, when she realized that she wasn't breathing anymore. She sobbed before finally blacking out, making the police man use both of his arms to steady the girl.

"What happened?" Sasori walked up to the police officer, eyeing the now pale Sakura.

"The blonde girl got hit by a car. She must've been close to this girl," Sasori held out his arms for her, and the police man hesitated, recognizing his red and black jacket as the Akatsuki symbol.

"I'm her boyfriend. I'll take her home," Sasori assured, and the police man unwillingly gave the pinkette to him. Before the red-head walked away, he asked,

"Is she going to be alright?" He nodded torwards Ino. The police man gave him a grave look, before shaking his head. Sasori nodded, no hint of sadness on his features as he walked back to his car, having no intention of bring Sakura to her house.

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Sakura awoke hours later, dazed and confused. She sat up, looking around at the somewhat familiar living room, and spotting Sasori in the kitchen.

"...Sasori, why am I...?" Suddenly, it came back to her, and she gasped.

"Ino!" Sasori walked over to the girl, sitting down and putting an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Sakura, but I'm afraid she's... her chances of living are probably slim," His voice was not remorseful, but rather cautious. Sakura burst into tears, clutching Sasori and he awkwardly embraced her. He was never good with emotions, but he couldn't just push her away.

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After Sakura had somewhat calmed down, Sasori went back into the kitchen to get some sake. Her wailing had surely givin him a headache. As he once again came back to the living room, he saw Sakura's head in her hands, her body shaking.

When Sasori sat down beside her, she immediatly smelled the strong odor of alchohol, looked up at him curiously.

"You're under age, Sasori, and besides, sake is unhealthy," But her words were ignored as Sasori poored another glass, this time offering it to her. Sakura immediatly declined.

"No way! I can't-"

"It will make you feel better. It will help you forget about what happened, at least for tonight," His words made her want to down the whole thing, anything to dull the aching in her chest. And so, they drank the sake together, and soon it was gone, leaving Sakura drunk, and Sasori somewhat dazed. Sake didn't affect him as much as it used to, and besides, Sakura had drunk it much faster than he did. He was beginning to think offering her the sake was bad idea...

"Th..anks.. Sa'ori..." Sakura mumbled, resting her head against his shoulder. "I feel... much bedder..." She blinked slowly, thinking of her next words.

"I'm tired, it's time to go to bed," Sasori mumbled, picking up a giggling Sakura and heading to his bedroom. He dropped her onto the bed, laying down on the other side and facing her. She offered him a drunken smile, and scooted over to wrap her arms around his neck.

"I think... I know how to, 'epay you..." She whispered, slamming her lips against his. An alarm went off in Sasori's head, and his first instinct was to push her away.

"Sa-Sakura, you're drunk," He murmured, trying to push her away. Sakura shook her head.

"So wha...? I loooove you, Sa...sori..." She mumbled, pulling herself close to him once again and starting to kiss his neck.

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"Hello?"

"Is Sakura there?"

"No, she didn't come home tonight. I thought she may have spent the night with Ino after auditions,"

"Thank you," Itachi murmured, not bothering to tell her that Ino was dead. He sighed, worried about what happened to her. He decided to ask one of the police officers if they had seen where she went.

"Have you seen a pink-haired woman around here?" Itachi asked a man in a police uniform. He nodded saying that she had passed on, and one of his friends had caught her, and let some red-head take her home. Itachi clenched his fists, not bother to say thank you as he headed torwards his car.

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"Sasori...!" The pinkette gasped as he continued to suck on her soft spot. He had given into his desires a few minutes ago, and by now she was only clad in her skirt and panties, while he was clad in only his boxers. He was becoming more and more hungry for her, and wondered how long it was until he stopped stalling and just took her.

He groaned as her hand went into his boxers, and he felt as if he couldn't take it anymore. He reached into her skirt, making her gasp and giggle as his hands brushed her thighs, and suddenly, Sasori heard his front door slam. He cursed, thinking that he locked it, and relunctantly got off the half-naked girl. She wimpered, telling him that he was only hearing things.

That wasn't the case as Itachi suddenly slammed open the door, his eyes glancing around the room, glaring at Sasori, and then taking in Sakura's bra-less form. He eyes widened and found he couldn't look away, but suddenly, he was punched in the jaw, knocking him to the ground.

"Leave, Uchiha," Said man looked up at Sasori, glaring, understanding what had happened.

"I told you not to touch her..." Itachi growled, kicking his leg, making him stumbe and hiss in pain. Itachi stood, about to strike another blow, when suddenly Sakura had enough.

"Stop...it! Li'in, 'Tachi, I'm sssowwy that I..." Sakura seemed to be trying to find the right word to say as Sasori stood straight.

"Uh... woul'not... le' you touch me..." Sakura nodded, obviously pleased with her sentence. Itachi was trying to look at her face rather than her chest, and finding it rather hard. It was obvious she was drunk, which gave him another reason to be furious with Sasori.

He glared at the red-head, before Sakura crawled to the end of the bed and grabbed his sleeve, pulling. Itachi stumbled, and Sakura pulled harder, able to grasp both his sleeves and did so, pulling him over thebed and on top of her. She giggle, satisfied.

"Let me... feel something 'sides pain..." She murmured, her eyes somewhat sad behind the drunken haze, and she reached up, kissing the suprised man. He tried to pull away, despite what his body was telling him, but she suddenly took his hand, placing it over her breast. Itachi gasped, letting her tongue dart out and roam his mouth. Itachi's defenses were crumbling once again, and he felt his pants getting tighter, before he was roughly pulled off of the girl.

"She's my girlfriend and I will not just stand here and watch you have sex with her," Sasori shouted, rarely angry. Itachi tried to get a hold of himself, trying to find the more sensible part within him.

"I'm not going to let you touch, either. She's drunk and the only reason she's doing this is because she lost her best friend," He stated, feeling himself cool down. Sasori sighed, seeming to except his answer. He glanced over at Sakura, finding that she had passed out. He walked over to place the bed sheets over her half-naked form, and Itachi dared not watch.

"Leave, Uchiha," Sasori ordered calmly.

"I don't trust you with her,"

"Don't worry, I'll sleep on the couch. Besides, out of the two of us, who do you think has more self-control?" A smirked found it's way on his face.

"...Hn," And Itachi and him walked down stairs.

"What will you tell her when she wakes up?" Itachi asked as he made it to the door, angry with himself. It Sasori had not pulled away, he surely would have...

"I'll tell her the truth," Sasori answered as if it so obvious.

"I don't want her knowing about what I-"

"Don't worry, I wont," Sasori assured, and Itachi walked away. Sasori smirked again, wondering how such a lie could get passed the prodigy.

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A/N: The next chappie will have some Dei/Saku in it, I suppose... well, anyways, please review!