I'm back! I'm working on a few different stories so it's taking me a minute to get things how I want them.. But here is the first chapter of this concept.
Mature themes so you know, read at your own risk:)
In for the Kill - ItachiXSakura
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We can fight our desires, ooh
But when we start making fires
We get ever so hot, ooh
Whether we like it or not
They say we can love who we trust, ooh
But what is love without lust?
Two hearts with accurate devotions, ooh
What are feelings without emotions?
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"You won't get away with this, you bitch! You can't-" The man before me starts to scream before I pull the trigger, successfully adding a hole to the center of his forehead.
By the time his body thumps against the floor, I've already made it to the back door of the construction building. My boots don't even make a noise on the gravel as I hear the door close behind me, the silence of the night surrounding me as I make it to my bike.
Did I ever picture myself in this profession? Absolutely not.
Do I thoroughly enjoy it now?
Absolutely.
There's just something satisfying about killing off the waste of space people who thrive on the pain of others. Men and women who have slaughtered countless others over money, pride, or disgusting preference. Getting paid to do it makes it worth it financially, but the knowledge and the power that comes from taking out the upperclass monsters of the world.. Well that just adds a cherry on top of it all.
I quickly untie my long pink hair before sliding my black helmet on and starting up my Indian Scout.
The dark seems to surround me as I take off down the concrete path towards the outer section of Konoha.
I should have at least a few hours, if not longer, before that man is found. He's not as high up as some of the others I've taken care of this year, but I know that detective will already add him to my list as soon as he hears about it.
Itachi Uchiha.
The only detective that has even come close to catching me in all of these years. The only one I've come face to face with in the past few months, pretending to be a polite normal girl when he tries to start conversation. Only to run the second I get a chance.
He might even be the only person on this earth who knows why all of this started. Why I started taking out so many horrible people, regardless of their height in society or the amount in their bank accounts.
Than again he might not even know what's going on underneath the surface, just like the rest of this damned city.
But that's a memory I try to push out of my head.
I continue back towards town in the most roundabout way I can, trying not to leave a solid trail leading them anywhere near me.
It's late, but not too late which means I can probably stop and grab something to drink.
It's definitely been a rough couple of months with Itachi on my ass, but thankfully I'm always a step ahead. Plus it stands to reason that not many people are really in such a rush to catch me. They have someone who is actually capable of doing what everyone wishes they could. Taking out the trash of the world without a second thought.
The outer roads quickly turn into city streets as I race through cars on the highway while keeping an eye out for any vehicles following me. It's happened a few times when my location was able to be traced by the higher ups, leaving me to out run black SUVs or stupid looking sports bikes. It's not necessarily a fun life, but it's rewarding in its own way.
I turn down a few different streets after taking one of the exits towards my side of town, slowly coming down to the actual speed limit. I make a quick right before pulling up behind one of the bars I frequent.
The owner knows me personally from a young age, and I'm pretty sure he knows exactly what I do for a career. Like I said, people wish they could do the things I do.
After taking my helmet off, I look over my clothes just to make sure I don't have any spatter.
My skin tight black turtle neck obviously doesn't show anything and my dark grey jeans seem to be clean as well. Thankfully my hands are spotless due to the black riding gloves I always wear and I know my face shouldn't have anything on it.
I quickly fix my long hair and head for the back entrance, smiling lightly at the kitchen crew who all shout different acknowledgements as I walk through.
"Sakura! Nice to see you tonight!" Kakashi calls out from the tiny room that makes up his office. He's decently attractive and not too much older, plus I grew up knowing him as one of the advisors from my high school.
I smile at the silver haired man as he gets up and walks to lean on the wall next to me.
"Busy night?" He says as he smirks down at me with his dark eyes asking the already known question.
"As always, but you never work a day in your life if you enjoy what you do." I remark before he glances at a spot in my hair.
"Looks like you've got some ketchup in your hair, might want to wash that out." He adds as he holds up a small chunk of my hair that has blood staining it.
"Ah, I've gotta be more careful when I'm eating! I'm glad I'm wearing black today otherwise it could've stained my shirt." I say in a bubbly tone before turning and walking towards the bathroom.
Kakashi is definitely the mentor type, but he would also definitely do well in societies other side. Especially when the Yakuza is still pretty prominent all over, he'd probably make a killing just from being one of their intel guys.
Kami knows I've gotten many a nice paycheck just from taking out a few of their rivals.
After washing the blood from my hair and scrubbing my hands in the small bathroom sink, I walk back out and head for my normal spot in the back corner booth.
A smile graces my lips as I see my drink of choice already waiting for me along with a plate of bar food. Not the most appetizing even at the drunkest of times, but it helps when cops come sniffing around. It's almost a ritual at this point, Kakashi knows every Friday night I come here around this time and drink until about twelve (plenty of time from the kill to give me a nice alibi.)
I quickly pull out my phone and keys as I go to sit down with my hand almost instantly reaching for my drink. It's fruity but strong enough to burn on the way down, which is exactly what I need after tailing someone for a week and then putting a bullet through their skull.
After a few minutes of nibbling on some fries I start checking my missed messages, mostly from Ino asking what time she's supposed to come over tomorrow and how my steak was. Meaning how did the kill go.
Not many people know about my.. job? I guess it would be considered a job since I get paid for what I do almost 90% of the time. Sometimes a few people just make my shit list by association to my past.
My parents are dead, I have no other family, and I've only got a couple of close friends that I've had since grade school. So only the people close to me know that I am basically a mercenary. Or more commonly known nowadays as.. The Huntress.
Pretty comical, I know. But the media always has to have something to call serial murderers, especially when said murderer kills high ranking and elite men and women with no trace left behind.
As far as everyone knows, the huntress stalks her victims prior to murdering them and finishes the job in remote locations all over the city that aren't connected in any way. My reasoning for this is as simple as you would think, they are random locations with no security and no witnesses. There is no way to figure out where the next drop will be or who the next drop will be.
And to add on it all, leaving behind evidence of everything they've done in their gross meaningless lives just makes it worth it. Especially when the press get ahold of it and rip the elite apart to the point the murder isn't even the craziest part of the article.
It's a decently simple life, especially when I take jobs from the Yakuza. When that happens, it's just an envelope with basic information along with a key word so I know who I'm working for. So all I have to do is follow the directions and boom, money is deposited in a remote bank account that I have to send to different banks and then I just wait for another job. Unless I get lucky and have a run in with someone from that shit list I was talking about.
"That's quite the hair color you have there." A deep voice says from the table next to mine causing me to glance up and almost fall over.
Itachi Uchiha. In all his glory.. Sitting at the table with a glass in his hand while his dark eyes stare at me with this knowing look.
He knows I can't run so easily this time.
I fake a smile and continue scrolling on my phone, hoping that the silence will cause him to go back to whatever he is doing.
Confrontation is not exactly what I want tonight..
"You know, you look familiar. Have we met?" He starts before getting up and moving to sit across from me. His black suit just screams important while his dark hair is tied back lazily into a loose ponytail.
I meet his eyes and try to feign confused. Even though we've met many many times, and not just recently.
"I'm not sure, I don't think I got your name?" I reply simply before taking another sip of my drink as I lock my phone and set it to the side. I know exactly who he is, and not just from him being the main antagonist to my story.
"I never gave it, but I am private detective Itachi Uchiha. And you are?" He asks almost like he already knows what I'm going to say. Asshole.. Attractive asshole.
Fuck.
"Sakura." I reply in a lighthearted way before offering some of the food left on the plate in front of me. He holds up a hand to decline my offer causing me to shrug and look at him expectantly.
Why are you here talking to me? What do you know?
"I've got to say you remind me a lot of a girl my brother used to date." He starts while I raise an eyebrow at him, obviously I know who his brother is and obviously we've met. But he doesn't have to know how much I remember from that fucked up relationship from so long ago. The same relationship that started me on this path of countless murders.
"Oh? And who is your brother?" I ask while nibbling on another fry, consistently trying to keep every reaction subtle. I can't and won't be cornered but I'll allow him to think he's got me. That's the fun of the chase after all.
"Sasuke Uchiha." He remarks as he takes another sip of the dark liquid in his glass. Probably scotch or some other overpriced stereotypical cop drink.
"Sasuke.." I start, tapping my finger on the table as I look down at my drink.
"Sasuke.. Oh! Yeah, it wasn't exactly the most memorable relationship. If you'll excuse me for saying, your brother was an egotistical asshole with no morals." I say in a bored tone with my green eyes meeting his in an almost defiant way. If he wants to play, I'm more than happy to oblige.
"Of course, I would hate to admit it but I can't say I disagree with that statement. He was spoiled by our parents at a very young age and that had a lasting effect on him psychologically." He responds in an all too collected tone like I didn't just insult his own brother.
"Well I'm glad you aren't blind to it as many people were back then. I'm sure being a.. A police officer, right?" I jab at him, knowing full and well that he is not a run of the mill officer. Quite the polar opposite actually.
"Well, Im sure that probably helped in seeing past his multiple personalities." I continue before finishing my drink while my eyes never leave his.
His lips twitch into a smirk before he nods, causing the hair around his face to fall from behind his ear as he chuckles at me.
"Yes being a private detective probably helps considering I profile people for a living. I never caught what you do for a living though." He counters with a gleam in his black eyes, like he knows exactly what is happening here. He's playing with me for information and I'm doing the exact same.
"Oh, well I never offered it." I add with a quirk in my lips as I repeat what he had said to me before we started this conversation.
"But, I work for my best friends family. They own a family business and I help out when I'm able to. What brings you here at this time of night?" I ask, trying to be as vague as possible even though I know he's probably got a whole folder on me in his car outside.
"The usual, after work decompression with a strong drink." He pauses for a second as Kakashi walks over to set a new drink in front of me. The silver haired man stops and leans against the wall beside my section of the booth with his eyes trained on the man in front of me.
"Itachi Uchiha. What an amazing surprise! It's been what? Ten years now?" He says in a bored tone as I turn to meet his eyes, he just grins at me as Itachi tries to start a sentence.
"Kakashi Hatake, it's a pleasure to see you again after all of these years. I had no idea you worked here." Itachi says as he looks at Kakashi with indifference written all over his face.
"Oh no, I own this bar. After Obito passed, I found out he left me this place. So I've been running it ever since, there's not much money in it but it passes the time. What are you doing all the way out here? Isn't the precinct a while away?" He continues on causing Itachi to almost visibly pause.
I fight the smirk from forming on my lips at how Kakashi handles this man. Like he has the upper hand no matter what comes out of the raven haired Uchiha's mouth.
"Oh, well I was out this way visiting an old friend and he told me of this place. I'm sure you remember Kisame? He moved out here a while back and I try to pay him a visit every so often, but I just happened to drive by and stop for a good drink."
"Kakashi!" One of the cooks calls from the doorway of the kitchen causing the silver haired man to sigh before pushing himself off of the wall.
"Well it's certainly been a pleasure, if you'll excuse me." Kakashi says before grabbing my empty glass and walking back to the now loud kitchen.
"So, what brings you to a place like this so late in the night?" Itachi asks with his eyes pinning me to the spot before taking another sip from his glass.
"Probably the same reason as anyone else who is alone at a bar this late. Long day at work." I respond casually as I fight the smirk trying to form on my lips from my own little joke to myself. It's not necessarily a lie, I spent all day setting everything up to be able to grab that fat cat of a business man.
"So the flower business is a pretty steady job?" He asks with a dark look on his handsome features causing my hand to hold my glass just an inch from my lips as I process what he just said.
But what came out of his mouth makes me pause, I'm very cautious about what information I give out and Ino's flower shop is not something I give up to a stranger. Especially not a private investigator who is on my trail.
I finish my drink slowly before meeting his dark eyes again while I dart my tongue out to catch the drip that made its way onto my bottom lip.
This whole interaction should make me want to listen to my fight or flight response and run, but the proud and stubborn side of me doesn't want to give in to his tactics. And possibly the masochist side that wants to play this game with him.
I smile lightly as his eyes briefly dart to my lips, almost not even noticeable had I not been trying to read his face.
"Of course, especially with the big holiday coming up. How is that private investigator job going? Staying busy with that big case? What's the media calling her.. The huntress?" I counter as my eyes stay on his defiantly, almost challenging him for a reaction.
The only reaction I get is a slight pull at the corner of his lips, an almost hidden smirk that wouldn't mean anything in a usual setting.
But in this game of cat and mouse, I know we've both caught on to each other. Although, who is the predator and who is the prey has yet to be seen.
"So you've heard of her? I'm still not convinced she isn't just some bratty child throwing a tantrum." He throws that statement out like a line with a hook, waiting to see if I'll bite.
"Hm, well I'm not really one to judge someone's identity when I don't even know who she is. I like to imagine she's taking the trash of the world out one at a time, but that's just my opinion." I counter after chuckling lightly.
I almost start talking again but I'm cut off as my phone starts ringing beside me.
I flip it over and see Ino's face on the screen with her stupid ringtone blaring in the silence around us.
"If you'll excuse me." I say before answering and turning the volume as low as it'll go. Ino isn't one to talk about my job over the phone, but you never know what she might say..
Recently she's been on my tail about my sex life and as much as I'd love to air my dirty laundry out in front of this man, I'd rather not have to kill him unnecessarily.
"Ino, what's up?" I ask as Itachi looks back at his drink as if to give me a small amount of privacy.
"Hey are you coming home tonight? Mom said she might've left the back door unlocked and she wanted me to ask you to check for her." She says nonchalantly, thankfully not saying anything too telling.
"Yeah, I'll be there in a few. I'll check and let you know." I respond before going to hang up only to have her start spouting her nonsense.
"Hey are you at a bar? Ooo did you finally find someone to fuck that uptight ass of yours? Who-" She starts yelling into the phone causing me to hang up immediately with the slightest tint of red on my face as Itachi raises an eyebrow at me.
Ugh. Ino… Not the kind of shit I need told to everyone.
"Sorry, looks like we'll have to cut this conversation short. It's been absolutely thrilling to talk with you again, Itachi." I remark before grabbing my things, along with my plate and glass. It might seem silly but I can't just have my DNA all over the place for anyone to grab.
It's bad enough that I always have to have my hair tied in a tight bun for every job..
"Maybe we'll see each other again soon, Sakura." Itachi says as he stands and looks down at me with a curious look in his dark eyes.
"Maybe." I reply back before stepping around him and heading for the kitchen where Kakashi is pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Running a bar and restaurant not exactly what you thought it would be?" I joke as I hand my plate and glass to the young dish boy who immediately puts them through to the dishwasher.
"I swear if I hear about anything else breaking, I'm going to set this place on fire." He groans before giving me a crooked smile.
"Quite the dinner date you had there." He remarks only causing me to scoff as I go to grab my helmet from the table near the back.
"Swimming with sharks isn't that scary when you're one of them." I retort before walking back out to my bike.
The air is cool like it's going to rain soon, and the wind is blowing everything around. At least I'll get some nice rest tonight with the storm coming.
I shove everything in my pockets before starting my bike and taking off towards the flower shop.
Thankfully I rent the space above it so I won't have to get back out, plus it's only a a few minutes away so I should make it before it starts pouring.
The ride is quick and thankfully the streets are empty as I pull up behind the shop, hoping off my bike briefly to open the garage door allowing me to drive it inside.
I quickly go to shut the grey sliding door and lock it before setting my helmet on the table alongside a bunch of tools Ino's dad swears he uses.
I make my way through the dimly lit space towards the back door that was still unlocked and lock it before setting the security system. It's not much considering the side of town I'm in, but at least I'll have a head start from the stupid beeping it does when the door is opened while it's armed.
After making sure all the doors are locked I climb the stairs up to my apartment and unlock the door before turning on the light and setting my things down on the table next to my couch.
I don't have very much in my little space considering there's no use in keeping material things like that, but I've got the basics. With a Tv and a couch in the living room and a bed and dresser in my bedroom, it's decent for my basic needs. It also makes it easy to get up and go if I need to, which has happened before after a kill gone wrong.
I sigh out to myself as I turn on my lights and head for the bedroom, slipping off my boots as I go and setting them on the shoe rack against the wall.
After rummaging through my dresser I grab a pair of shorts and a t shirt before heading into the small bathroom and turning the water on.
I set up some music on my phone and start to strip out of what I wore tonight and set them in the small basket inside the bathroom closet.
I prefer to wash them separately if there's a chance blood is on them, I don't even think there's a valid reason for it but it makes me feel better I guess.
I step into the hot water and immediately feel the tension starting to leave my body as I breathe in some of the steam.
My thoughts strangely start to run back to the private detective at the bar, how much does he really know? He obviously knows who I am and what I do, but does he even know half of it? Or has he just scratched the surface?
It's not like I feel that I need to validate my actions, hell, it's honestly just a personal choice. But I always wonder if people think it's just a sick tick or if they think that maybe there's more going on.
I wasn't always on this path of death, I even used to go to parties and events in college. A stereotypical normal girl. But I guess everything changes eventually and at the age of 25 that's exactly what happened for me.
The box I had kept myself in was ripped away and I was left fending for myself until I broke, leaving a shell of a girl with no ambition or hope.
Sometimes if I think back hard enough, I can still remember the feelings of talking with my parents and going out to dinners with them. The smile my mom always had and the laugh my dad let out that seemed to brighten everything around him.
But happiness is just a fake bandaid over the cruel reality that this world is.
I quickly finish shaving and washing myself before turning off the water and stepping out into the soft mat.
I dry myself before slipping on my shorts and walking back into my room, mindlessly typing back to Ino on my phone as I stop by my bed.
My thoughts are almost instantly interrupted as I hear the floor squeak behind me causing my body to go on high alert as I take in everything. The smell of mens cologne, the feeling of someone standing behind me, the slight shadow cast on the floor to my left.
"You know, it's very rude to peep in on a woman while she's changing." I say before turning and trying to knock this man off his feet. He quickly jumps back before chuckling at me as I finally meet his eyes.
Itachi.
"If you'll excuse me for intruding, but I think you know exactly why I'm here." He says while trying to avoid looking at my half naked form. Nudity isn't really something I care about, everyone over the age of five knows what a human body looks like. But I might be able to use this to my advantage.
"Hm, decisions decisions… do I play dumb or do I play along?" I ask as I cross my arms underneath my chest, pushing my breasts together as I get my feet planted where I want them.
"It would be wise to just give yourself up and come in with me." He tries to say before his eyes inevitably glance down just for a second. But that second is enough for me to move and land a kick to his chest, sending him flying back into the wall of the hallway. He gets up quickly though, not even allowing me a chance to put a shirt on before getting back in a defensive stance.
"I can't exactly say I want to go with you, I'm kind of tired. You know, that long day we talked about." I remark with a smirk as he takes a step towards me, only with slight hesitation after that roundhouse.
I can feel the water dripping from my long hair down onto the floor as he gets an unreadable expression on his face.
"Of murdering innocent people? I can imagine that would take a toll on your mental state." He says in a condescending kind of way causing me to scoff.
"Please, save the preaching for a choir. Now, are we fighting or just standing here trading secrets all night?" I say before trying to land a fist to his cheek, only to have it deflected as he sidesteps quickly and puts a little space between us.
He's fast, but I'm not about to be taken in tonight.
I start to slowly move in a small circle around him, almost mimicking a predator circling its prey as he just watches me from the corner of his eyes. I don't hesitate before trying to land another kick to his back, only to have my ankle grabbed and pulled causing me to slide along the wooden floor in a high kick stance. I don't show any reaction as he holds me there, staring at my face as his grip tightens on my ankle. It's not the most comfortable position, and definitely not the easiest to get out of with my balance relying on my left leg.
"Well I think the huntress just became the hunted." He remarks with a smirk as I teeter on my leg before grinning at him as in idea pops up in my mind.
Men are just men after all.
I slowly lean into the position, allowing my muscles to stretch as I lean my upper body towards his. He looks down at me with the slightest hint of curiosity before I quickly move my hand and grab the front of his pants causing a surprised breath to escape his lips.
I suppress the smug look as I feel him through his dark pants, already half way hard probably from me fighting half naked before him.
"I wouldn't exactly say that just yet." I almost whisper before increasing the pressure in my hand, causing his breath to hitch in his throat as he glares down at me.
His dark eyes stare into mine as silence surrounds us with my chest almost flush with his as his hand tightens on my ankle.
The only thing I didn't really anticipate was the growing hardness in my hand as his breath scatters along my face. I really only figured he'd be caught off guard enough to release me and start trying to swing at the possibility of the damage to his manhood.
I can feel the cold starting to nip at my skin as water makes its way down my spine from my hair clinging to my skin.
Why is this slightly attractive? He's a gorgeous looking man, don't get me wrong, but my whole body is starting to tingle at the positioning and that look. An almost careless glare with something mixed into his dark eyes.
Ino was right. It's been too long since I've had even a one night stand.
It's gotta be that if I'm standing here with a private detective in my apartment, presumably trying to take me in, and I'm distracted by the obsidian color of his eyes. And the tight grip on my ankle.. And the hand suddenly pressing my back into him. Wait hand?
My eyes go wide as he moves quickly and slams my back against the wall behind him, my ankle never leaving his hand while his other presses my lower half into his. All my muddy brain can comprehend is the sweet ache going through my muscles at the position and the twitching against my palm.
Get yourself together. This man is not here for any other reason than to bring you in in handcuffs. And not in the pleasing way.
"What's wrong, detective? Never had a woman grab you like-" I start before his mouth is suddenly on mine, causing my mouth to open slightly allowing him to take immediate advantage of it.
I almost lose myself as he kisses me hungrily, his tongue invading my mouth while his left hand finally releases my leg. He quickly moves it to my ass before repositioning my leg to wrap around his hip, giving him the best position to press himself further against me.
A small noise escapes my lips as his face moves to my neck, nipping the skin as my hands move up to his dark hair.
A low growl comes from his throat as he sucks the skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder, almost painfully until I roll my hips against his roughly.
This isn't smart! This is what will get me caught! But damn if it doesn't feel fucking glorious.
Another moan leaves my mouth as his right hand moves up my side until he reaches my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple while his mouth moves back to mine.
The air around me seems to get hot as I finally move my hands to his black button up shirt, unbuttoning it quickly allowing him to shrug it off before his hands move to my shorts. My breath catches in my throat as he slips his hand inside the loose cotton shorts, traveling down until he hits my slickness.
"Mm." He breathes out in a raspy tone as his finger start to play with me, earning another moan at the sensation he's causing.
"Does fighting turn you on, Miss Haruno?" He breathes out against my neck as I cling to him, trying desperately to keep my head level.
"I could ask you the same question, Uchiha." I remark before he inserts a finger into me slowly, causing me to feel just how wet I am.
"You're practically dripping for me." He says before adding another finger, pumping slowly at first as I toss my head back against the wall.
This is wrong. This is so so so very wrong. But I can't deny anything he's said, he's breath taking and touching me so roughly I can't help myself.
"If I remember correctly, you were the first one to get hard. Just by a touch." I say before pushing him back and grabbing his belt, undoing it quickly and slipping my hand into his dark dress pants.
He slams a hand next to my head and leans forward slightly as I start pumping him slowly, running my finger over his tip and spreading the pre cum across his head. A noise rumbles in his throat before I use my other hand to undo his pants, dropping them carelessly to the floor.
I move quickly to my knees in front of him, glancing up to meet his dark eyes as I move my mouth to replace my hand. I start slowly, licking him gently before moving my mouth over him and taking him in as far as I can.
"Fuck." He grumbles again as his right hand moves to my hair, tangling in my wet curls as I start picking up the pace.
He's definitely different than his brother, and in the best way. The younger Uchiha was average, if I'm being nice.. But this man.. I guess I know who got the better genes in the family.
I continue sucking him in my mouth before swirling my tongue around him as I go, reaching my hand up to reach what I can't fit in my mouth. His breathing picks up as I suck harshly over his head and pull him from my mouth with a pop. I can feel saliva trailing down my chin as I go back, allowing him to force my head further almost hitting the back of my throat.
Before I can even comprehend what's happening, he pulls me up by my hair and slams me back against the wall. I almost laugh at his new jagged expression before I'm hoisted up allowing him to plunge into me roughly.
"Anh!" I almost yell as he fills me up, stretching me around him as his mouth finds mine again. He kisses me harshly before he starts to move, causing my head to fall back again at the fullness he's causing me.
"You're so tight." He groans out as his mouth finds my breast, sucking on my tender skin as he continues pumping into me.
I can already feel that sweet feeling coiling inside me as he picks up his pace, his hands tightening on my thighs as small groans echo in the space around us.
I can't even think coherently as my hands hang onto his shoulders tightly, almost afraid to let go and lose my grounding to reality.
All I can comprehend is the spots he's hitting repeatedly and the pleasure shooting through my body at every touch and movement.
"I-Itachi!" I moan out as I feel myself growing close to the edge, all sense leaving me as he thrusts harder.
His hips start moving in jagged ways as I feel myself tightening around him, a high pitched noise leaving my lips as I see spots behind my eyes. He follows quickly, thrusting a few more times before resting his head on my shoulder.
We're both breathing heavily as I try to come down some, allowing my mind to stay blank for a few seconds before reality comes crashing down.
"W-Was this a part of your master plan to take me in?" I say in a joking tone, only causing him to look at my face with an unreadable expression.
"Oh, I'm not done with you."
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I slowly move from my messy bed where Itachi is still sleeping, it can't even be passed four in the morning as I quickly grab some clothes and step into my bathroom.
As much as I'd love to dream that he'd let me be after last night, I can't risk it. I've come too far and done too much to hope that he'd turn a blind eye to who I am and what I do.
I've got more than enough in my accounts to go to another country and lay low for a little bit, plus with my job it's not exactly tied to one place.
I dress in a simple black dress with socks and fix my face before reaching under my sink and grabbing my envelope full of my documents.
I grab my necklace from the counter and slip it on before searching my drawers for some paper, I'm not exactly the sentimental type but I figure I could at least give him a small explanation as to why all of this had to happen over the years.
After writing everything I see fit, I move back out into the room to grab my phone, laptop, and backpack before grabbing my boots by the door and quietly making my way outside.
I text Ino my chosen word, in case I ever had to flee, and wheel my bike out to the street.
If I'm lucky he'll be asleep until I'm already on a plane.
I ride to my storage unit and drop off my bike with everything else from my illegal life that I keep out of my apartment and pull out my phone.
"Hatake speaking."
"Hey, it's Haruno. I need a favor."
- 6 Months Later
It's been a while, and things cooled off enough that I was able to come back to Konoha. After Kakashi helped me to the airport, I spent some time in a few different countries making more money than I even know what to do with.
But after a while, my line of work had been disrupted due to… An unexpected change in my life. A change I hadn't been wanting or needing, but I made peace with it and now here I am. Stepping out of the airport and smiling brightly at Ino as she rushes at me.
"Oh my gods!! Look at you! You're basically glowing!" She squeals as her blonde hair flies behind her before she hugs me tightly.
"Careful, pig." I laugh out before smiling at Kakashi as he leans against his car with a smirk on his face.
"I'm so glad you're back! Oh my gods, so much has happened. Are you staying at your old place? I've got plenty of space-"
"That would be great actually, I've had enough seclusion to last me a while." I say as Kakashi walks over and grabs my bag for me.
"Gotta say, this is quite the change to the last time I saw you." He remarks as we walk back to his little SUV.
"I guess that bike of yours will be going into retirement." He jokes before poking my round stomach.
Yeah.. Maybe multiple rounds of unexpected sex wasn't exactly what I needed to partake in before leaving, but here I am anyways. Almost six months along with a little boy.
"I've got a new place on the upper east side that you're going to love. It's three bedrooms and-" Ino rambles as Kakashi takes off, the last look he gives me causes my mind to wander.
I never said anything to the Uchiha, I didn't feel that would've been appropriate with all things considered. But now that I'm back..
"Hey are you listening?" Ino asks as she smacks my arm.
"Sorry, tired brain. What's up?" I ask as I readjust in my seat as she shoots me a glare.
"Well, the case has been dropped. Apparently no one wanted to touch it after things went quiet, and no one has any idea who it was so it's basically a cold case now. Shikamaru, you remember Shika right? Yeah he works at the precinct now and was telling me how everyone important took themselves off of it. How was traveling? Did you bring me anything? You better have gotten me-"
"Ino, I love you. But I can't stop my hormones from kicking your ass if you keep rambling." I laugh out at her before handing her one of the backpacks by my feet.
"What is this?" She asks before I motion for her to open it.
If I thought her mood was chipper before, I should've waited to give her everything I bought.
"Is this?! No fucking way!" She screeches as she pulls out different expensive items from all over. Everywhere I went I made sure to grab her a few things, seeing as how I really need my best friend through this change in my life. Plus I never really told her how much I made before, but needless to say I can live comfortably for the next eighty years with six kids if I wanted to.
"And no I didn't forget you, Kakashi." I say before tossing the other backpack into the front seat.
"You like Jiraiya's work right? Well I happened to meet him by chance and got you a few things." I say causing the man to almost swerve the car as he merges onto the highway.
We all talk and catch up for a while before Kakashi drops us at Ino's new house, she wasn't wrong when she said it was an upgrade to her old place.. But after she took over the flower shop from her parents I know she had been saving to get a nicer spot than the old apartment in my old part of town.
After saying goodbye to the silver haired man, we make our way inside so Ino can show me everything. It takes a little bit but she helps me get set up before telling me we had a lunch to go to.
"Ino I don't know, I mean I just got back and I'm kind of jet lagged." I groan as she goes through my dresses now hanging in the closet of my new room.
"Oh shut it, it'll be fun and then you can come home and relax. Just trust me." She remarks before tossing a maroon maternity dress at me while grinning and leaving the room. Weird ass woman.
I change as quickly as I can with this added weight and slip on my flats before trying to apply a little bit of make up to my face and letting my long hair down to lay against my lower back.
"Are you ready yet?" Ino calls from the hallway causing me to scoff before grabbing my purse and walking through the hallway to her living room. Only to stop dead in my tracks as black eyes are staring at me wide eyed.
"I gotta run! I'll be back!" The blonde yells as she runs out of the front door, leaving me in a stunned silence as I'm frozen to my spot. Neither of us say anything as his eyes settle on my stomach before making their way back to mine.
"Uhm.. Hi.." I mumble as my anxiety sky rockets.
Is he here to take me in? Ino wouldn't betray me like that would she? Kakashi? No they would've done that already if they wanted to turn me in, right?
"Is that.." Itachi starts slowly before I barely nod, not entirely sure of what the fuck is happening. He looks the same, dressed in a suit with his black hair tied back in a low ponytail.
"Why'd you leave?" He asks suddenly with that same unreadable look on his face.
"I couldn't risk being brought in. It was nothing personal, Itachi. I.. Well I.. You know why I couldn't stay after you found me." I mumble out, feeling extremely uncomfortable with this whole situation. I left him that night because it was in my best interest to get the fuck out of the spotlight. Little did I know then that months of morning sickness and gaining weight were going to be in my future.
"You left a note." He remarks, almost as a question causing me to look down.
I left him a note explaining why I took on the life I did, the man behind it being his own brother.
"I did. I figured.. Well I don't know what I figured. That the truth might be worth something?" I try to say in my strongest tone, my anger for all of that would come and go, but now with my hormones all over the place it just made me cry.
"Why did you never report him?" He asks with a serious look on his handsome face.
"To who? His older brother at the police station? And who would've believed me that there was some underground rape ring involving Konoha's most elite?" I almost snap as I feel tears starting to gloss my eyes. This was all too much too fast.
All of that was in my past, the scars had healed and I had escaped after months of being trapped in that hell on earth. My parents were gone and I was alone with no one to turn to, so I did what I had to do to feel at least somewhat normal. To handle the pain that had been inflicted on me and to turn off my brain.
"Sakura.. I.." He starts before I feel the tears finally spill as my hands go to my face. Ugh.. I was never this weak, to cry in front of anyone. Let alone this man.
I try to calm myself down before freezing as I feel arms wrap themselves around me.
"Y-You don't have to-" I try to say only to have him cut me off from beside my ear.
"I called the whole case off. After that night. I looked for you, but you were gone and your friend was very protective about what she said. I'm only here now because she finally told me you were coming back after I reassured her I wasn't going to put you in handcuffs." He says as his right hand holds the back of my head while his left rests on my side.
"I.. Thank you." I mumble before he pulls back and looks down.
"How far along are you?" He asks suddenly as his eyes stay glued to my stomach.
"You should know." I almost laugh before stopping myself, he doesn't have to take responsibility for this. It's not in my place to force that on someone.
"I mean.. I'm sorry. This doesn't have to mean anything if you don't want to be a part of-" I try to start before he reaches down and kisses me lightly, lingering on my lips as my heart flutters.
"I didn't just drop the case because of the evidence against those men." He starts, staring down at me before continuing.
"I'm not the kind of man who just sleeps with a suspect for nothing. You intrigue me.. more than I care to admit." He chuckles before rubbing the back of his neck, almost out of character of the man I had seared in my brain from before.
Silence surrounds us again as I try to figure out what exactly is happening. Do I try to let whatever this is grow? I mean technically I've known him since I was in high school, but he was the man to figure out what I was doing and murder isn't exactly an easy thing to forget or overcome. Granted after finding out I was pregnant I stopped accepting all jobs and basically had my own retirement.
But someone accepting my past after seeing everything I did vividly, in pictures and assumingely in person is very different from knowing I just 'take care' of horrible people. Along with knowing I probably had something to do with his brother disappearing, I didn't kill him but after he saw what I did to get out of that hell ring.. He disappeared from Konoha altogether.
But this man is the reason I'm standing here in a maternity dress, so it feels so overwhelming that I don't know what to say to him.
"It's a boy by the way." I mumble as I stare at the floor, that looks much more enticing than this awkward reunion.
"Sakura, would you let me take you to lunch?" He asks as his eyes meet mine as I look up at him in almost shock.
"I didn't exactly get to take you on any dates before and I would be grateful if you'd consider it now." He asks causing me to visibly pause at the statement.
"I.. I don't want you to feel like you have to-"
"Sakura. I've waited six months for you to show your face again and now you're standing here in front of me, carrying my child no less, and you expect me to turn and walk away?" He asks before smirking at me.
"I played cat and mouse with you long enough, at least now I've caught you." He says before kissing the top of my head in the kind of way I haven't experienced in years.
"This isn't just some ploy to bring me to the station is it?" I ask with an unbelieving tone, there's no way everything just disappeared.. is there?
"No, you have my word." He chuckles out at me before looking back down at my stomach.
"May I?" He asks quietly before I nod, freezing in place as he sets a hand on my swollen belly.
"Let me take you to lunch, if you still don't like me after.. then we will figure it out." He says as his obsidian eyes meet mine with a light smile on his face.
"Okay." I finally answer causing him to lean down and kiss me again, almost taking my breath away as his hand cups my cheek lightly.
Maybe it isn't so bad being back home..
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I'm going in for the kill
I'm doing it for a thrill
Oh, I'm hoping you'll understand
And not let go of my hand
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In for the Kill - La Roux