Prologue

Summary: What happens when Danzo makes a move to take back what was stolen from him? Why is Sai back? And what in the world if Fugaku Uchiha think he's doing?

A/N: Because Found and Bound was such a success I was inspired to continue the ItaXSaku story XD A big thanks to all my constant reviewers, Maria Winchester, Akatsuki Sakura Uchiha, angel897, Death Angel Girl666, mUmaRhz, Luka1Sakura, Orochimaru's cherry blossom, Sariko-chan723, alichaSxS, Analelle, Mei fachan, Fawn Child, fuzzysoxfty, That's What He Said, UchihaSakuraXItachi, and Anon. (If I forgot anyone I'M SORRY! and pm so I can add you on my thank you notes!)

You're guys review are what kept me going and what kept me inspired. Hope you like the sequel, the summary was crappy I know but none the less I hope you enjoy this story X)

It had taken me a couple of weeks to get out of the hospital but now, as I cleaned my home for what felt like the tenth time I wasn't sure what was going to happen. Itachi and me had talked, I'd told him that I loved him and how I felt so bound to him. He said he felt the same, assured me that he loved me as much, if not more, as I loved him. Just thinking back to said day made butterflies grow in my stomach. Sadly, that feeling was turning out to be a walk in the park compared to what I felt now. Itachi was supposed to come over. Was going to eat dinner at my place and we were to discuss about what exactly our relationship was now and where we stood. Sighing I lit the candles on the table, lowered the flame on the stove and opened a bottle of sake. He may not drink but I sure as hell could use a drink. I was about to take a shot when all of a sudden I felt strong, warm and gentle arms wrap themselves around my waist.

"Itachi..." I asked softly, tone of voice unsure and hesitant.

"Hn." he answered in response, all the while digging his nose into the side of my neck before gently kissing me. Instantly my knees were jello. This was ridiculous! I was a shinobi, a strong and capable kunoichi and yet one kiss from this man brought me to my knees? A blush so red, so deep spread across my face then.

"Sa-ku-ra.." he called, taking special care in pronouncing my name and every syllable in it. Sighing I leaned into his embrace and let my mind go blank. Who cared about dinner, about talking; all I wanted to do was to lean into this mans arms and never move again.

"Sakura." he called again, this time blowing wind into my ear as gently as possible and forcing me to brace myself. Damn him.

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright?" he asked, a taunting to his tone that would have been devastatingly embarrassing if it hadn't been for the slight hint of worry to his tone. Despite having been given a clean bill of health from Tsunade-shishou, Itachi insisted on worrying and fussing over my every move. It was cute sometimes and other times it was just too damn frustrating.

"Fine." I muttered as I slipped out of his hold and took the shot of sake. Instantly Itachi's brow rose. Was it really that strange for him to see a grown woman take a shot of sake as if it were only water? Maybe the Uchiha women didn't have a tolerance for alcohol. Oh well. However before I could take a second, Itachi took my hand in his and pinned it to the table top. Instantly my heart rate went up and the blasted butterflies returned.

"Sakura, why are you anxious?" he asked, true concern in his voice and yet a husky, sort of passion wrapping itself around every letter of my name. It should be a crime to be so good at seduction. Even if he hadn't meant to do so.

"I'm..not.."

"Do not lie Sakura." he insisted. Sighing I shook my head, broke away from his hold and walked away so as to retrieve the plates.

"Itachi I love, you know I do but should there be any sort of relationship between us I'm sure that you're father would have a say in it. You are the heir and lets face it. He hates me. I just don't..." but before I could finish my ranting, expressing my worry and the reality of it all Itachi had his lips locked with mine and claiming my mouth for his own. He had never been one to be dominated, was always one to lead and even in his kisses I could feel it. His strong, possessive urge to keep control no matter what.

When finally we broke away for breath his eyes were crimson, they shown bright with the sharingan and send a chill up my spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room.

"He will not keep me from you." Itachi said before wrapping his arm around my waist and leading me toward the living room. At first he simply sat down, placing me on his lap, and cooed to me soft words of reassurance. After a while though he started to nuzzle into the back of my neck, started to place light chaste kisses and move down slowly to my collar bone.

"Ita...Itachi..." I called out breathless but it was no use. Subconsciously I'd already given up; I'd let him do what he wanted. Soon dinner was forgotten, and Itachi was carrying me to my bed room.