Summary: You're not supposed to fall in love with your captor, especially if he is a high-ranking member of the yakuza. Things just never seem to follow that law, however. Completely AU. Mainly Sasuke/Sakura. Rated for violence and language.

Pairings: Sasuke/Sakura, more will be revealed as the story progresses

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, at all. All the characters belong to Kishimoto Masashi-sensei. The only thing in this story that is mine will be the OCs and the plot itself.

Conspiracy of the Heart and Soul

Chapter Two – Strange Eyes

Faint light streamed through the windows as Sakura kept her eyes shut. When Sasuke had left, after telling her a few things, her emotional barrier had broken down. She had cried her heart out. The pillow was still fairly sticky, from her tears. Her tongue still tasted the salty liquid that found its way there. When Sasuke had aimed the gun at her, her heart stopped beating. Everything was focused on the gun and the fact that Sasuke could have very well killed her. Why he didn't, she didn't know. She refused to open her eyes; they still stung from her crying. They weren't bloodshot, that much she could say even if she didn't look at the mirror. They were puffy. It was enough proof for anyone to judge that she had been crying. It had been a horribly experience. Why she hadn't done anything when Sasuke pointed the gun at her was beyond her. It was probably shock, shock that someone as old as her had already killed and would stain his hands again with blood, her own blood.

The door suddenly swung open. Sakura flipped herself over, burying her face in the pillow, her long pink hair spilling at her back. Sasuke raised an eyebrow as he eyed her. She was still sleeping? He went to bed after his brother had annoyed him to death, falling asleep at around 3:30. It was 7:30 in the morning when he woke up. Though he usually had a bit more sleep than that, it didn't affect his body. Four hours of sleep was sometimes enough for him. It was only when he was deathly tired that he slept in. No one ever bothered him about it. Then again, he is the second highest in command, only answering to his older brother. Leaning on the door frame, his onyx eyes focused themselves on the seemingly sleeping figure of Sakura. Recalling the events earlier this morning, Sasuke grimaced slightly.

He had actually gone ahead and given his brother a sort of ultimatum when it came to visiting the hostage. Why he did, it was probably because he had at least some sort of pity for her, being the same age as him and all. In the back of his head, he thought she was pretty enough to be spared, but that was it. No personal reason as to why he had given it. Glancing at the window, he watched the faint rays of light stream through the slightly open blinds. Taking a glimpse at the watch on his wrist, he took note of the time. It was a bit past 8:30 in the morning and she was still asleep. Walking over towards the sleeping female, he softly kicked the door closed. Towering over her, he touched her arm briefly, only for her to lash out at it, her hand gripping it tightly.

"What the fuck, woman? I'm only trying to see if you're awake," hissed Sasuke as he threw off her grip on his wrist. Sakura glared at him, as best she could, her jade green eyes showing her vicious anger. Since she wasn't able to do that last night, why not do it now? She didn't care if he'd get mad at her for it, it's not like they were close. Hell, they weren't even friends to begin with. "Bitch, you're not supposed to do that." Sasuke rubbed his slightly sore wrist as he occasionally glanced at her, his onyx eyes piercing her soul. Sakura grumbled as she hugged her knees closer to her body. "Your shirt is wet. So is your pillow. Crying about it isn't going to help." Sakura growled softly as she eyed him. "I'll have no come here to bring you a change of clothes."

"Thank you," she muttered, despite the fact that she mentally declared that she didn't like him. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her statement. "Even if you don't deserve it, thank you. I do have manners, you know." Sasuke shrugged as he let his arms drop to his sides. It was annoying that he had to kidnap her but he wasn't like his brother. He would not kill any woman or child. Wheeling around, he walked towards the door, opening it and leaving her alone for the next few moments. Sakura sat up straight, rubbing her eyes slightly, trying to get it less puffy. Glancing at the window, her jade green eyes strained to see what was outside. Maybe, just this once, she'd have preferred to get back to Tony's and stand the manager's berating once more. As she continued her train of thoughts, the door creaked open. Sakura turned around to see who it is. Raven hair. Onyx eyes. Definitely not Sasuke.

"Ah, so this is what my little brother was talking about," the figure mused as he leaned on the door frame, a satisfied smirk on his face, "And I can see why he couldn't kill you. You're pretty." Despite it being a compliment, Sakura fought the blush down on her face. Who was he to be like that to her captor? Not that she particularly cared about him but seeing as he wouldn't go as far as killing her, she felt a little safe around him. At least she would live. "What, cat got your tongue?" Sakura glared at him as hard as she could. The male laughed. "Hell, I won't kill you. I don't have a reason to." Walking closer towards her only made her inch backwards as far as she could. Suddenly, her back touched the wall, signaling that there was no more space for her to move backwards. "No reason for you to get scared. I just want to—" Click.

"Get away from her, bastard," growled Sasuke, a gun aimed clearly at Itachi's back. Itachi sighed as he stood up straight, facing his brother. "I gave you an ultimatum, didn't I?" Itachi shrugged it off, walking towards his brother. Stretching out two of his fingers, he pushed his brother's forehead slightly. "Fuck off, Itachi. I won't bring down the gun because you did that." Itachi smiled slightly as he pocketed his hands. When he did that to Sasuke when they were younger, the kid would always shout at him for doing that, shrug it off, and go somewhere else and do something. The older they got, the reaction differed every time it happened. "Fuck off, now, bastard."

"Protective, aren't you?" Itachi glanced over towards Sakura who was still breathing tensely. Glancing at his younger brother, he bent down slightly. "If I didn't know any better, which I do, I'd say you like your hostage. It's nothing personal, just physical." Sasuke pointed the gun towards Itachi's temple. Standing up straight, he looked at his little brother with the onyx eyes that everyone but him feared. "Violence isn't the answer to everything, little brother. Ino, keep an eye on my brother's hostage. I believe that's what he wanted you to do." Nodding slightly as a form of goodbye, Itachi walked out of the room, a cryptic smile on his face. 'She's hot. Five year age difference, I suppose, but who'd care? I sure don't.'

"What the hell did you think you were doing?" growled Sasuke, forgetting the fact that Sakura didn't even initiate contact with his older brother. She was just sitting on the bed, like he left her. "He's my fucking older brother who doesn't give a damn about anyone's lives but his." Sakura flinched slightly. It was scary to see Sasuke mad, especially if his anger emanated from anything about his brother. Glancing at the blonde female beside him, she managed to distract herself from the rage he was showing. "Whatever, it's your life, not mine. Just don't fucking cry to me when you're about to die." With that, he turned around and left the two females to their own selves. What the hell was wrong with his brother? An ultimatum was usually followed by anyone, even with his own brother. But, there was something that struck the curiosity of his older brother. Maybe that was why.

"Err… I'm Yamanaka Ino, the one who's assigned to guard you. Don't try any funny things with me because I can incapacitate you so, you won't get anything out of that except a very painful beating." Sakura glanced towards the blonde who was in the room. Ino had cerulean blue eyes, platinum blonde hair and a hardened expression. Why wouldn't she have that expression? She was part of the yakuza, after all. "Sasuke-kun gave me a short briefing about you, and why you're here. You happened to be a witness when he was assigned to kill a weakling from the gang. He was supposed to kill you but he can't kill women, unlike Itachi-san." Sakura shrugged and nodded slowly, a question forming in her mind.

"Ino-san, what just happened?" asked Sakura weakly as she faced the blonde guard. "What did I do wrong?" She didn't know why it bothered her. It shouldn't have in the first place. She was being held here, against her own will, yet, for some reason, seeing that made her feel bad about it. The blonde guard looked at her, cerulean blue eyes saying she didn't want to say. "Please? I really want to know why that was the reaction." Ino sighed as she looked at the woman in front of her. She wasn't supposed to but seeing the way Sakura acted, her defenses dropped. She was supposed to be a strong guard, at least like this, yet she couldn't help but give in to the captive's wishes.

"Sasuke-kun and Itachi-san… they aren't exactly in the best of terms. I don't think they ever were for that matter." Sakura's brow furrowed slightly as she pulled her knees towards her, covering the lower half of her face. Biting her lip, she recalled the faces of the Uchiha siblings. Both had raven hair, cold onyx eyes, and looked very similar to each other. Everything physically about them was the same, even to the way they stood. But Itachi was colder, much colder, and looked capable to kill his younger brother, even without any weapon. "Here, Sasuke-kun wanted me to give you another shirt," mumbled Ino as she threw a red article towards Sakura. "I'll be outside. I'll be back in five minutes so you can change." Wheeling around, she pocketed her hands at the back of her jeans and walked outside, closing the door on her way out.

Sakura picked up the shirt and examined it. It was plain, just cherry blossom petals imprinted haphazardly on the front. Taking a look at the tag, she examined the size. It would fit her just right. Climbing out of the bed, she ran a hand through her slightly sticky hair. After changing into the shirt, she'd wash her hair and her face. Ino could always come in, it's not like she was doing anything bad by just cleaning herself up, right? Taking a look at the mirror, she sighed. She looked terrible. Her hair was a mess, but that would be fixed in a few moments. Her eyes were puffy and if someone looked close, it would be obvious that she was crying. Touching her cheeks, she let her fingers run over them. It was sticky. Sighing, she pulled off the white shirt, threw it in the hamper, and wore the red shirt. It was a little shorter than she'd like, showing off a tiny portion of her flat lower stomach, but besides that, it was fine.

The door slammed wide open, a huffy Ino entering the room, slamming the door closed as well. There were a couple of members who had passed her by, made those annoying comments about who she was, and about the job she was stuck with for the time being. Usually, it was her who was assigned to these kinds of jobs. She didn't really interact with the hostage. She was perfect for the job. She, Ino, on the other hand, was on the softer side. She was with the yakuza as one of those who covered up what they were really up to. At the moment, she was the best guard they could find to keep an eye on this Sakura girl. She had slipped earlier, when she had said why Sasuke had reacted that way towards his older brother. She realized her mistake and decided to act like her just this once. Never again would she do that. Only now would she do it, while she was filling in for her in this job.

"Where are you?" grumbled Ino as she walked around in the room, her arms crossed. Straining her ears, she heard water running. Walking towards the bathroom, she spied Sakura; her head bent low, her hands running through her pink hair. Glancing at her, Ino leaned on the wall, her right shoulder feeling a slight pain. Adjusting, she continued watching her. She wanted to do more in this yakuza, not just be one of those top notch female executives covering up the true work of the yakuza. They smuggled the occasional contraband, weapons, to suit their needs but usually, they had complex crimes worked up. Their main goal was to get richer, richer than legally possible. Soon enough, she was done. Standing up straight, she pushed the extremely damp locks of pink hair away from her face, water dripping continuously to the floor. "Here," mumbled Ino, shoving a towel towards the captive, "Dry your hair already."

"Thanks," mumbled Sakura as she methodically rubbed the slightly rough white cloth against her drenched pink hair. Her face was still wet but she didn't really care at the moment. As her hands, covered with the towel, moved about, Ino kept her gaze locked on Sakura. Itachi was right about one thing, she was indeed very pretty. What was vexing about her was that she might steal her Sasuke-kun's affections. Not that she had claimed the young man's affections for herself but with Sakura around, it would be much harder for her to tame Sasuke and claim him as her own. "Where'll I put this?" asked Sakura softly as she looked at Ino. Her face was dry, seeing as the white cloth rubbed against her face. She was still using the towel, seeing as it was half-wrapped around her hair, but she was almost done.

"There." Sakura looked towards the direction Ino had pointed to. A metal bar was attached to the wall, obviously a place for a towel. Ino scowled as she watched Sakura continue to finish off drying her hair. She made a mistake earlier, when she had answered Sakura's question. At the moment, she wouldn't be nice at all towards the pink haired captive. She was her rival for Sasuke's affections and no one was supposed to fill up that vacancy, no one. "Hurry up; you're not supposed to do much. Sasuke-kun told me that there are books in the shelf so you can read those while you're bored. I'll be keeping an eye on you so don't try anything funny, okay bitch?" Sakura flinched, her facial reactions hidden by the towel. What had suddenly changed within the guard who was assigned to watch her, she didn't know. She just knew that she wouldn't have be particularly well off during the times she was with this guard. That was, basically, during the entire time that she was a captive of Sharingan. Or until the other one arrived. Whichever came first. Ino desperately hoped it was the latter. She wanted more time to try and take Sasuke as her own.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sasuke's Room

Thud. A dart found its way to the bulls eye mark directly across the bed. Sasuke was lying down lazily on his bed, a couple more darts nearby. Running his calloused hand across the missile-shaped projectiles, he felt around for the slight needle. He cringed slightly when he felt his index finger prick against the thin metal. Bringing it up to his face, he examined it. A slight wound, not that bad. Using his left thumb, he rubbed the blood away. Bringing his hand back down, he picked up a dart and threw it across, aiming for the circular black and green board with a red circle painted smack in the center. Thud. The dart landed very near the first one, threatening to dislodge it. A smirk crossed his face as he picked up the last one. Thud. The missile-shaped projectile landed in the very center of the bulls eye, dislodging both of the first two darts. A clanging sound resounded in the room as the darts landed on the metal top of the shelf that the dartboard hung over.

"Damn it. Why am I so worked up? She's just a captive. Who am I to care what happens to her if she dies or not at the hands of my brother?" A scowl found its way to his face when he thought about Itachi. It was a love-hate relationship. Hell, it was more of a hate-hate relationship now than it was before. He used to idolize Itachi but the older they got; the farther they drifted away from each other. The farther they got, the more closed they became to each other, especially Sasuke. They were both easily irritated with each other but they remembered that they were brothers. That much, they did. Besides that, they were total strangers to each other. That incident only deepened that reaction between them.

His gaze looked like it could kill, the minute anyone looked up at him. Itachi's gaze was looked indifferent. Deep down, he knew that he gave a damn but there was just something infuriating about the fact that he looked indifferent on the outside. Their parents had died and he didn't look like he gave a damn. It was so annoying. Even though he wasn't exactly on the best of terms with his parents when they were killed, at least he cared enough about them. Itachi was on the best of terms. Shouldn't the reaction have been the other way around? Itachi caring that they died and he, not giving a damn about it?

Knock. Knock. Knock. Sasuke looked up from his bed and stared at the door. Knock. Knock. Knock. "Sasuke-sama, please open the door!" A female voice was heard from behind it. Rolling his eyes, he remained in his position. Why should he open it? He wanted to be left alone, that was why he was in his room in the first place. No one but he could get into it. He had a voice recognition lock, just because this was the only place where he could have peace and quiet. He could add a couple more people to the lock's databank but why should he? "Sasuke-sama, your brother wants to talk to you!" A scowl appeared on his face once more. What did the bastard want this time? Grumbling, he stood up and made his way to the door to open it.

"What the hell do you want, damn it?" growled Sasuke as he swung the door wide open. The female had gone away but Sasuke knew who it was. Itachi tilted his head slightly downwards, looking at his brother, and an amused grin on his face. "If you just wanted to piss me off, well, you've done so already." Gripping the door knob, he made a motion to slam the door shut but his brother had stopped him from doing so. "What do you want? Just tell me and go away. I want to be alone. People can't understand such a simple word, even the leader of Sharingan." A slight frown crossed Itachi's face momentarily, Sasuke didn't notice it.

"Here, the mission operatives. You're going to have to kill this guy, Fujimori Kentaro, you know, our former colleague into getting weapons for Sharingan," Itachi said as he lifted a slightly thick manila envelope, waving it in front of his younger brother's face. Sasuke grabbed it and held it tightly in his right hand, waiting for more of his brother's instructions.

"Why do I have to kill him?"

"Well, turns out that his family is starting to doubt the true nature of his work, always going home late, getting unbelievably large amounts of money, care of us of course, and the sort. Before he can spill anything about our yakuza, better kill him off. Anyway, finding some other person who can get us our weapons is easy enough. It's much easier than someone being a threat to our existence. Oh, and for this mission, bring Nara and Hyuuga." Scowl.

"Why?"

"The Fujimori family has a high-tech security so you definitely need a hacker, that's why Nara is there. Hyuuga, I just want him to be there to back you up. Besides having a complex automated security system, they also have a hell of a lot of guards there."

"When does this mission commence?"

"Just look inside the manila envelope for the rest of the details. I have other matters to attend to." Sasuke looked at his older brother with a look that could kill. That meant he was reiterating his ultimatum. "Don't worry, little brother, it has nothing to do with that hostage of yours. It's tempting though, very tempting, to just take her away in a snap. She's hot, you know?" Sasuke scowled again as he slammed the door closed, walking towards his desk to read more about the mission. "Well, I guess he's that affected by it." With that, Itachi turned around, a smirk on his face, as he made his way to the conference room in order to find a new weapons dealer for Sharingan. If luck was on his side, maybe he'd find one within the week.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tsuzuku…

So, how did you guys like chapter two? I'm really sorry if my paragraphs tend to be overly long but I have two reasons for that. One, I have this quota thing for chapters; it should at least be 3000 words. I also have a tendency to write really long paragraphs. In school, when we have certain compositions to write, usually, we're only allowed one paragraph so I have to expound on it, so, I guess that affects me. Though I'm still really sorry about that!!! Anyway, onto the fanfic!

Sure, Ino started out nice to Sakura for a moment but I don't have to explain again why she's like that, right? I did during the fanfic so just reread that portion again if you don't understand. Take note that Sasuke doesn't like Sakura, romantically anyway, at this moment in time. He just doesn't want to see her die. He's a softie when it comes to women and kids but not that much that he'll become nice to them.

Ino was talking about some other guard right? Well, you'll see her soon enough. Maybe at the end of the next chapter or in the fourth, who knows which one I'll choose for you to meet her?

Oh! Please read my other fanfic, Balance! It's Semi-AU and set in the Naruto world. It's more of a team story rather than just concentrated on one and I tend to make Sasuke and Sakura stand out more than Naruto, at least in the first five portions but that'll end soon. He's just Naruto so he has to act idiotic. But, that'll change soon enough.

Here's the chapter preview!

Next Chapter: Chapter Three – The Tempest, Sharingan

Chapter Preview: Beads of sweat were rolling down his forehead as he furiously typed on his laptop. It was a damn complex security system and he had to commend them for making his job difficult. His dark colored eyes continued gazing at the glowing LCD screen in front of him as his two companions shifted irritably. They were outside the Fujimori compound for the past ten minutes. Usually, it only took the genius with an IQ of over 200 about five minutes at most to override any security system but this was proving to be a very tough job for him. A faint smile found its way to his face as he began typing at a slower speed. "Bingo." Pressing enter, the computer began uploading the data into the security system's mainframe. 'Uploading successful' said a digital voice as the words appeared on the screen The gates opened as he unplugged his laptop. "That was troublesome." Sasuke snorted. Everything was troublesome to Nara Shikamaru. He was a lazy ass, despite being a genius as his IQ claimed.