How Bad Did You Say It Was?
Sakura was embarrassed.
No.
The word embarrassed didn't even begin to cover what the kunoichi was feeling.
Mortified.
Ah yes, that was more accurate.
She had... just been trying to find the godforsaken washroom in the Uchiha clan's estate when she had accidentally opened the wrong door.
Very, very, very, very, very wrong door.
And so, she was very stuck.
Frozen like a deer in headlights.
She had often heard through chatter around the village that a certain brooding individual's older brother was attractive but this had to be a joke.
Her heart was skipping in her chest at an almost reckless pace.
The pink-haired woman was at a loss for what she was supposed to do.
How much air she was supposed to inhale to maintain a supply of oxygen to her brain?
Whether she was supposed to blink or if that would dispel the mirage in front of her?
Where was she supposed to look?
Whether she was supposed to exhale after inhaling?
Sakura was dreadfully aware of her eyes being transfixed on the broad chest of the elder clansman.
The bare skin before her was causing her mind to draw blank.
Her mind was still in contrast to the organ that was picking up its pace inside her chest.
Ivory stood out against the dark maroon coloring of the walls behind what seemed to be a figment of her imagination.
She was not at all confident that what she was staring at was not a hallucination.
Breathtaking.
Noir fell like silk ribbons over powerful shoulders. The high ponytail that normally held the strands neatly in place was nowhere to be seen.
She wondered at the softness possessed by the beautiful tresses dripping over the expanse of a scar-riddled chest.
Her eyes were drawn to the black ink of an Anbu marking on the right pectoral that was peeking from behind the straight curtain of black.
Her nose picked out the scent of warm cinnamon and dry tobacco hanging in the air of the room she had just infiltrated.
She had never before been attracted to the smell of the dried, crushed leaves but something about the way it tickled her nose with a barely noticeable burn was interesting to her. The aroma was similar to smelling cookies fresh out of the oven but they were left inside just long enough to slightly char the edges of the dough.
The absence of sugar was replaced by the subdued sweetness and spice of cinnamon that lured her lungs into taking a deep inhale.
Sakura, after several moments, found the willpower to lift her eyes up from the exposed upper torso of Sasuke's older brother.
Her curiosity was rivaling her common sense.
Startled emerald eyes were barely listening to the messages being sent from the pink-haired woman's brain. The commands to look away from the astonishing sight of the shirtless Uchiha heir seemed to be futile in the end.
Green failed not to dart back down to the clan heir's stiff nipples.
Thump.
With renewed determination, Sakura ripped her eyes from the taut peaks that had been hardened by exposure to the cold air. Her resolve weakened at his throat, lingering on the pronounced adam's apple there.
Sakura noted how flawless the pale skin was. The healed lacerations of cuts and slices did little to take away from the perfection of his flesh.
She wondered what the depth of color his blood would have held when deadly weapons drew it from his skin. She helplessly admired the particularly gruesome scar that ran from underneath his right ear down to his clavicle. Sakura had a suspicion that it was one that could have been healed, but instead was left as a memento from whichever battle he had previously won.
Her eyes did their best to stop their tracing of the whisper of death that sat attractively on his neck and lifted higher in an attempt to observe more of the dangerous discovery she had accidentally made.
As if by a magnetic force, her eyes were pulled to an angled jawline that looked sharp enough to cut her fingers, if she ever thought to reach out and touch it.
Supple lips seemed to be haunted by the faintest ghost of a smirk.
Thump.
Regal was one word to describe the way the tip of his nose connected to the aristocratic sharp bridge bone. She released the breath she had not realized she'd been holding since opening the very...very...very..very wrong door.
Stunned green clashed with soot black.
The thick dark lashes brushing his cheeks seemed too long to belong to a male.
The look in Itachi's eyes was one of polite amusement.
Thump.
Sakura's debilitated brain could only pray to Kami for a giant hole to open in the ground directly underneath her to immediately remove her from this earthly plane.
She felt the strange urge to laugh or cry, she was unsure of which.
Death could not come soon enough.
Before she could stutter out a sloppy apology, her senses prickled as she felt a curious looming presence behind her. All the hairs on the back of her neck rose in a fear response.
A decidedly male scent infiltrated her very being to the core.
Spicy ginger and honey notes enchanted her senses, making her head feel funny. Like a balloon that was floating away.
Another pair of lips had materialized right beside her right ear.
Thump.
"Hmm.. what have you caught for dinner cousin?" the low melodic voice destroyed any and all of Sakura's inner peace.
The man was close enough for her back to be burned by his radiating body heat. Her racing heart then decided to skip a full beat.
Sakura whipped around only to be way too close to an equally beautiful Uchiha.
Her mouth dropped open in surprise at the closeness between them.
Shisui, who she had only ever heard stories of mischief about, was leaning into his right arm that was pressed against the doorway.
The Anbu in front of her was notorious for his stealth and an almost problematic nature of mischief.
His head was tilted down towards her, eyes glinting with something that made her want to run away as fast as possible.
But also stay exactly where she was.
He towered over her with his lean muscled physique, blocking any means of escape from the doorway. He was dressed in a tight dark grey long sleeve that hugged his body in a way that allowed her to recognize the agility and lethal ability it held.
The threatening shinobi's beauty seemed otherworldly.
She was awed at the wilderness of curly raven locs framing his stunning features.
Pools of stormy grey hypnotized her, gluing her to the spot. Sakura absently wondered why it felt like she could actually see dark clouds brewing behind them.
There was an element of chaos present in this man that the other Uchiha did not possess.
She wasn't entirely sure why it felt like the air between them was just shy of crackling with a confusing charge of energy.
Thump.
She made a poor attempt to form words but all she could manage was an unintelligible stutter.
Sakura could feel that her face was on fire and her tongue was all tied up. She missed the barely restrained chuckle that slipped from the stoic Uchiha behind her.
However, she did not miss the way all the hairs on the back of her neck stood up once again.
Suddenly her tiny frame was sandwiched between two of the deadliest shinobi to ever grace the earth.
Thump.
She felt a strand of Itachi's silky hair fall onto her own exposed shoulder as his head dropped beside her right ear. He stopped as his lips reached just shy of touching her ear, his breath making the sensitive skin there tingle.
Thump.
"Did you want something Sakura?" the amused curiosity that colored his rich tone finally snapped Sakura back to reality.
At that very moment, death would have been too great a kindness.
"B—ba-bathroom!" she managed to stutter, her whole face now bright as a tomato.
Sakura thought if Kami pitied her at all, he'd end it all now.
"I-i am so so sorry! I was j-just looking for the bathroom!"
Her heart was beating loud enough that she was confident both of the assassins could hear it.
She watched wide-eyed as Shisui lifted his left hand to grab a few strands of pastel pink.
A crackle in the space between them made goosebumps come to life over the length of each of her arms.
"Is…this your natural color?" he intoned curiously, his grey eyes regarded her with a less than shy playfulness as he let the wisps of hair fall through his fingers.
Thump.
She had to look away from the dark clouds that were moving with great speed toward her soul.
Her eyes mistakenly fell to Itachi's large hands gripping the door frame on either side of her body and caused her heart to skip another beat.
"Hai!" Her face couldn't possibly get redder than it already was.
The combination of both men's body heat surrounding her was making her feel unsteady.
Another crack of energy between their bodies involuntarily pulled her eyes up to the god of mischief.
Thump.
Shisui grinned devilishly before leaning in closer to her.
Thump.
"How interesting."
Thump.
She was unable to look away from the soft lips that were quirked in a puzzlingly attractive amusement.
"Does this flower have a name?" the melodious sound of his voice tickled her ears with a peculiar liveliness that she knew to be far too enchanting.
"Uh..Sakura."
Her voice was weak and sounded unsure to her own ears.
The deep chuckle that rumbled from his chest made her heart double its pace in her own.
"Sakura-chan, I'll let you call me Shisui."
Thump.
She couldn't stop the shiver that danced up her spine as a tiny huff of amusement from behind brushed her ear with a heat that melted down her thoughts.
Sakura could barely string a thought together as another strand of black slipped over her shoulder to tickle her chest that was exposed by her black tank top.
Thump.
Her body froze when a pair of lips moved close enough to barely graze her right ear.
"Itachi."
Her nose was overwhelmed with the two masculine scents swarming her personal space.
And her body hyper-aware of the little distance between the assassins' bodies and her own.
Shisui couldn't put his finger on what made him want to fluster the small flower further.
But it was near impossible for him to resist.
So he pressed, curious to see what she would do.
"Sakura-chan, why are you so red?" Shisui was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort and the way she became even more flustered.
Thump.
The way her name rolled off his tongue was like music to her ears but the rest of his sentence threw a fucking wrench into the cognitive processes of her mind.
"A-aano-" She had no chance of forming even one word properly with the way mischief in its pure form was descending upon her.
Thump.
"The washroom is the last door on the right Sakura-chan." The Uchiha heir at her back saved her from further embarrassment by using his long arm to brush his cousin aside to let the woman escape from between them.
"A-arigato Itachi-san, gomena-sai!" she blurted out before forcing her legs to swiftly carry her away from his door.
Sakura's heart continued to gallop even though her body was now far away from the two devastatingly handsome Uchihas.
"Tell me she doesn't belong to the brat." Shisui groaned, dark eyes following her figure down the hall.
Itachi snorted. His cousin was trouble one hundred percent of the time.
"Sasuke hasn't acted on it."
Itachi was aware of the medic-nin and the nature of the relationship that she and Sasuke had yet to acknowledge.
"Brat." Shisui reaffirmed.
This time a smile pulled at Itachi's lips.
It might have also been because he caught Sakura hazard a glance in their direction before scrambling to open the washroom door. Itachi was surprised her face could get that red.
He understood why Shisui was looking at her like that though...
He hadn't meant to get so close to her but he could read his cousin like an open book even though others could not.
Shisui looked like he was about to risk taking a bite out of her. Itachi saw the tell-tale signs of the deep inhale he had taken of Sakura's scent and saw the way his cousin had wet his bottom lip in barely contained excitement.
While his cousin was mischievous he rarely ever willingly moved to get that close to anyone, yet alone a woman.
He understood what had gotten into Shisui when he gave into impulse on a whim and flash stepped to stand behind her petite form.
"It's the first time I've seen a woman prettier than you Itachi." The grin on Shisui's face widened when his cousin rolled his eyes.
Itachi had only seen her from a distance in the past when he was checking in on his younger brother. Up close, he had to admit that the kunoichi was striking. Her green eyes in particular were large and quite expressive. Her features were soft and held an innocence that appealed to a more unrefined part of him.
There was another matter of Itachi being mildly curious about the way he occasionally had caught Sasuke looking at her.
His younger brother was not easily distracted from his goal of surpassing him, to the point that he ignored almost everything that wasn't related to training. Sasuke also did not have an interest in the various females that had unsurprisingly attempted to catch his eye. From the times he had seen Team 7 interact he had a suspicion that his younger brother's teammate held affection for him despite Sasuke's previous lack of interest.
But the last time he had seen the trio of blonde, black, and pink walking to the training fields he saw the turn of his younger brother's head towards the girl for longer than necessary when she spoke.
Itachi roughly understood now what seemed to have caught Sasuke's attention. The contradiction between her absolutely sweet disposition and the way her eyes had wandered with unabashed curiosity over his muscles and face was something he definitely could not let his thoughts linger on.
"I wouldn't put it past Sasuke to kill you."
Shisui chuckled darkly at the honest admission from his best friend.
"You smelled her too, don't tell me you didn't think about it."
Itachi had.
And that was exactly why he had provided an exit for her.
Itachi had enough sensibility not to analyze the flow of energy up her back when a whim had directed his lips to move closer to her ear.
He also wasn't going to linger on how a dangerous part of him was intoxicated by the fragrance that had invaded his nose when he had dropped his head down to her.
Itachi thought that it was probably not as bad as the tiny voice in his head was saying it was.
But then again the two cousins had both thought about how Sakura would have escaped from between them on her own.
Whether they admitted it or not, the two fastest shinobi had developed an itch to catch the prey that had fallen between them.
"Hn."
Large doe eyes had only encouraged the overwhelming impulse to chase.
New AN:
I has revamped first chapter and am going to make my way through the rest of the chapters.
I might add more chapters of development between the characters, so you guys have more Shisui/Itachi moments.
SONGS:
My writing: "In My Mind" by Mysie
My recommendation: "Do You?" by TroyBoi
Old AN:
Yeah lmao idk i-i think I developed a crush on Itachi and Shisui after reading Quietus by Seraphina_Scribes.
For anyone who's read that, the dynamic is *muah* chef's kiss. Also, I just think both of their abilities are wild.
I feel like this has potential to be special but I don't know which angle to choose for the development. Please share ideas for the dynamic I should create? I have no idea how to keep Itachi in character if he's doing something that might hurt Sasuke. Y'know?
After I check out reviews I'll rewrite this as a one-shot.
I surprised myself with the tension this time.
I'm kinda excited about this one. I also have another oneshot about 60 percent completed. I have free time finally so I plan to actually publish these 2 oneshots.
