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 Four – A Shot at Normality

Sasuke gazed at the cream colored skin that wrapped around the bone frame that made up her hands. Her touch was neither too harsh nor too soft as she deftly cleaned the last of the blood that had caked around the wound. His onyx eyes traveled to her face, frowning in deep concentration, as she continued to clean off the remaining chunks of hardened blood, his own. She paused for a moment, sitting up straight, as she grabbed a bottle of alcohol and poured some of it into a small pail of water, drenching the cloth she had been using. After wringing the cloth, she wrapped it around two of her fingers and lightly went over the long but shallow wound that ran from his shoulder to a bit past half of his upper arm.

"Fuck that hurts!" hissed Sasuke as he pulled his arm away from her, his eyes ablaze. Sakura took a look at him, her face fully of sympathy for him. Sasuke narrowed his gaze at her, a distrusting look written on his face. She might as well kill him by dousing his wound with all of the alcohol in that hardly drained bottle but she didn't seem the type to do that. Or, at least, to him she wasn't. Stretching out her arm, Sakura tried to pull his injured left one towards her so she could clean it but Sasuke only inched away further. Yes, he hated the pain of cleaning a wound. Why not just let it heal? The pain that coursed through his upper arm was like forcing him to touch searing hot metal with his bare hands.

"Please?" said Sakura as she stood up and sat down beside him, her wrapped right hand making a motion to continue cleaning his wound. Sasuke, though unwilling, let her anyway. It was better that she do it compared to Ino. It might lead from one thing to another, knowing the wily blonde. It was quiet after Sasuke finally let her clean the wound properly, but Sakura didn't mind. She had done this before when she was in class, because she was taking premed. "How did you get the wound?" asked Sakura innocently as she dropped the hardly wet cloth into the bowl, her left hand free from its duty of steadying his left arm. Sasuke looked at her before replying, not giving any mention of the mission at all.

"Someone slammed a bottle of rum on my arm," he said quietly as he averted his gaze from her shirt, an invisibly pink flush on his cheeks. The strap of her tank top had fallen and that side of the shirt threatening to reveal more than what was allowable by etiquette. "Your… uhh… strap," he mumbled, slightly flustered but the captive didn't notice. Her green eyes traveled to her shirt. A pink flush appeared on her cheeks as she adjusted it, saying a quiet thank you in the process. Sasuke winced, obvious to even the untrained eye, as Sakura pressed the freshly wrung cloth on his wound, the searing pain coursing through his arm, the muscles near the wound throbbing. "Fuck!" he growled as he violently pulled his arm away. The bleeding had continued, though only slightly.

"Please don't do that, it'll only worsen the condition of the wound and it'll heighten the chances of it getting infected if you don't stop," said Sakura as her jade eyes rested on the wound. Grabbing a slightly damp cloth, only because of plain water, she carefully rubbed away the blood that had seeped out of the wound she had carefully cleaned. Soon, she set down the cloth and picked up a roll of bandage. Unraveling part of it, she set it down near the top of his shoulder, starting to wind it around the wound. "Could you lift your arm a bit, please?" she asked as she tucked a stray strand of her hair, trying to bandage the wound properly.

"How do you know all this? Taking up Nursing?" asked Sasuke as he looked at her, his eyes narrowed. It wasn't a basic fact that a lot of people knew, how to effectively clean a wound and properly wrap bandage around it really. Sakura mumbled something and the words he managed to catch were 'premed', 'college' and 'Kyoto University'. "Good thing it's vacation time," said Sasuke, a cynical tone in his voice. Sakura frowned as she continued to wrap the bandage around his wound, already halfway down. Soon enough, she was done. Sitting up straight, she admired her handiwork. It was clean and neat, and the wound would heal on its own.

"There," said Sakura as she ran a hand over the bandages, making sure it was wrapped tightly around his arm. Sasuke's eyes narrowed as she did that, only realizing what his brother meant now. She was pretty, very pretty. Actually, she was beautiful. Her jade green eyes were laced with concern when she saw his wound. Her long pink hair was unique to her but it looked good, especially with the green of her eyes. Her lithe body would feel so right in his arms, if only. Suddenly, his train of thoughts was interrupted by her voice. "Don't move it too much, okay?" Sasuke looked at her and nodded slowly. "Here you go," said Sakura as she handed him his shirt. Sasuke felt an unwanted spark of warmth the minute his calloused hand touched her smooth one. 'Damn!'

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hours Later

People avoided her like a plague, as water dripped down from her black trench coat, her chocolate brown hair sticking to her face. Her pale amber eyes averted their gaze as she continued walking towards that room. It had been a while since she last reported to Sharingan. She had been sent, along with the Nuitori twins, the female hacker under Shikamaru's aid, and the male guard who was strong, in his own right, to a mission that involved pillaging another yakuza which was starting to threaten Sharingan as the most feared underground syndicate in all of Japan. It had taken almost a year before they could bring it down and tonight was the night that the task assigned to her when she was sixteen was completed. She was seventeen now. She was so young for one of the top members in the yakuza, one of the few people the Uchihas ever trusted.

"Kirino-san, Itachi-sama can see you now," said a jittery male as he looked at her, fear evident in his face. The female looked towards him and waved him off, telling him he could go. He nodded furiously before running off to do something else. She was found by the Uchiha fifteen years ago, she owed her life to them. During that time, she had risen in ranks and eventually, the only people she would have to answer to would be any of the Uchihas. If it was anyone else, it was because her mission required her to do so. At times, she had to follow Shikamaru because he was the one in charge of the mission, since there were some that involved dismantling the newest technological advancements of certain companies that rivaled their own. Other times, she had to follow Neji because he was the 'captain' of the mission assigned. Though she was strong as a leader in her own right, it seemed that those in the yakuza who were assigned missions preferred to follow a male leader and not a female one.

Entering the room, she marched right up to her usual seat. Propping her feet up on the wooden table, she waited for the older of the siblings, her hands crossed. The gaze of her pale amber eyes floated towards a plain white wall clock with a chrome colored frame. It was probably four or five in the morning. Since the details of the final stage of the mission had been in the works since three days ago, she hadn't had much sleep. She hadn't had any sleep at all for the past twenty-four hours. It was worth it, however, seeing the pain of betrayal on the face of their enemies' leader, seeing the wide spread chaos that had followed soon after they found out of the death, seeing how people literally shivered in their boots the minute they saw any of the three of them, walking down the halls to escape and go back to the yakuza that they belonged to, the infamous Sharingan of the Uchiha Clan, so well known in the underworld. Hardly anyone knew of its existence in the real world. For them to know anything was simply unallowable.

"Five, four, three, two, one," whispered the Kirino to no particular person in mind. Her pale amber eyes looked towards the eastern direction, a slight glimmer in them. The door opened after a moment, when the word 'one' escaped her lips. Setting her feet down on the floor, she stood up, her body straight, as if in reverence to whoever had entered. The lights flickered on as she remained standing. She closed her eyes momentarily, trying to get used to the sudden addition of bright light. As soon as she opened her eyes, a faint smile appeared on her lips, hardly noticeable by the untrained eye but his was by no means untrained. "Itachi-sama, the mission was a success," said the female, bowing before the leader of the infamous Sharingan. The elder Uchiha nodded, bidding her to sit down as he did so himself.

"You have another mission, Ayumi, not as hard as this one. In face, it's much easier," said Itachi as he clasped his hands together, covering the lower half of his face. The female, Ayumi, frowned slightly as she motioned for him to continue. A phantom smile appeared on Itachi's face as a particular female entered his mind. "Oh, you know, just guarding a hostage of my dear younger brother," he said, lengthening his syllables to prolong the tense air. Ayumi blinked as she stared at him, confusion plainly obvious in her pale amber colored eyes. "There was a witness when he killed a traitor. He's too soft to kill a woman. He brought her here." Ayumi frowned slightly. She knew he was strong, and she knew about his vow not to kill women or children, but why was Itachi making such a big deal out of it?

"Now?" she asked, her voice strained because she didn't want to baby-sit anyone. She was much too good a yakuza member to do that. Her brow creased as Itachi made a motion to speak.

"Yes, now. Ask Ino for her room, I believe I saw her in the kitchens earlier." Ayumi nodded. Standing up, she bowed and made a motion to leave. "Oh, and she's not the type who needs to be baby-sat." Ayumi stiffened slightly at his words, a strange feeling emitting from them. She nodded again before she strode of to go to Sakura's room.

Everyone avoided her like a plague, the minute she stepped out. A phantom smile spread across her face as she clenched and unclenched her hands. Her pale amber eyes gazed straight ahead of her, not wanting anyone to bar her way. She was like that, ever since she was a small kid, cold and unmoving. Pocketing her hands in her long dark coat, she took a left and walked over to where a platinum blonde female was sitting, eating some soup.

"Yamanaka, where's the girl?" she asked.

"What girl? There are many girls here," she seethed, obviously upset but Ayumi didn't quite care.

"You know what I mean." Ino blinked, as she tried to remember.

"It's the second room to the left of the corridor where Shikamaru's labs are found." Ino frowned as she spooned some more soup into her system. "Sasuke-kun's there so, better watch out." Ayumi laughed slightly as she looked at Ino, a cold look thrown at the blonde.

"Unlike you, I'm not quite as affected with Sasuke-sama and Itachi-sama. They trust me, you know." Ino frowned again, this time, much deeper.

About ten minutes later, since she wanted to take her time getting there, she arrived in Sakura's room. Sasuke was gone but she could see traces of him in the room. Blood stained the floor and it obviously didn't come from the girl. Sakura blinked as her jade eyes looked towards the seventeen year old female. "I'm Kirino Ayumi, the guard that was really supposed to be assigned to you." Sakura nodded weakly. Somehow, she had a feeling this guard was far worse than Ino was.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Days Later

"Can you at least tell me why you're doing this?!" she shouted as she pointed accusingly at Sasuke. The Uchiha had a smirk on his face as he waved off her query. Since that night he had pulled off his mission of killing Fujimori Kentaro, he had spent thirty minutes in her room, keeping an eye on her while he sent her guard out to do something. He felt nothing more towards her, it was the same since they had first met, but there was just something about her that made him feel human in the yakuza. Yes, he was destined to live a life full of crime and death but that didn't mean he could cling to every chance he got to live a life, a normal life. "Tell me!" she shrieked as she stomped over towards him, glowering at him. He merely smirked as he waved it off again.

"Doing what?" he asked as he faced her, a calm demeanor surrounding him. They were on first name basis now and she had even affixed –kun to his name, for God knows what reason she did so. He kidnapped her, she should be enraged at him for doing so, but for some reason, she wasn't as enraged as he had expected her to be. Sakura continued glowering at him, pointing to herself as an emphasis on the thing he was doing. "Oh, you mean this, sending Ayumi out at times so I have a full thirty minutes with you?" Sakura nodded furiously, her eyes a darker green. "What tell me you don't enjoy my presence?" He was a cocky, egotistical jerk at the moment that she would love to kill for doing this to her.

"But--! But--!" she sputtered as the spark of her enthusiasm began to fizzle out and eventually fade. Squinting, she gazed carefully at the Uchiha in front of her. Yes, ever since they had spent that time together when she had bandaged his wound, she had been getting to know him but only because he occasionally slipped and said something that involved his life. So far, she had learned that Sasuke was as old as her and Itachi was only five years older, despite acting like that arrogant jerk that he was. Also, he had been thrown into the more important doings of the yakuza since his parents were killed. She had basically said a lot of things about her. Why, she didn't know, but she just did. "Please? Please tell me why, Sasuke-kun," she mumbled as she swung her feet lazily, her body hunched forward dejectedly.

"No. I don't have to, you know," he mumbled. He pressed his lips tightly together, the corner of his mouth twitching. When she had spoken softly, as she just did, he was tempted to tell her why he was there. A shot at normality in this crazy mixed up world of his was very hard to find. Even if he had to turn to her, the captive, just to feel normal, to feel human, he would. His brother couldn't do anything about it but one day, he was bound to start bugging him. Itachi was like that, after all, a cocky, arrogant jerk. Actually, he wasn't a jerk at all. He was a bastard who deserved to die a million deaths. "But if you should know anything about why, just think of it because I don't think you deserve to die at the hands of my brother. He'd probably kill you the minute he finished screwing you." Sakura shivered subconsciously as she hugged herself. Sasuke raised an eyebrow. He didn't think that she'd react that way. Normally, women would laugh at his words, saying Itachi wouldn't do that. Sai was definitely proof for that.

"Well, you didn't have to answer like that," said Sakura slowly as she looked up at him, her jade eyes shimmering with an invisible pity. He didn't have a very pleasant attitude, that much, she could say. Despite that, she still found more than enough reason to prefer his company over her guard's, Ayumi's, just because he was at least a tad more sociable than she. Sasuke looked at her and shrugged. It was true, what he said. There was a seventy-five percent possibility that her life would end the minute she succumbed to Itachi's desires and even if she was a captive, she didn't deserve a cruel death like that, no one did. Well, with the exception of Itachi but he highly doubted that the bastard would commit suicide. He was having much too fun in his life to even think about ending it. Sasuke was about to reply but the door swung open, a stoic Ayumi standing behind it.

"Sasuke-sama, do you wish me to leave once more?" asked Ayumi, her hand clutching the doorknob. Sasuke looked at her, at Sakura, and then he launched himself off of the wall. Pocketing his hands, he glanced over his shoulder once more before facing Ayumi and shaking his head, then leaving the room, a lighter feeling within him. He didn't think of Sakura as anything more than the one who had seen him kill that night but he did feel human with her around. Her pale amber eyes stayed glued to his figure as he made his way out, an indifferent air surrounding him. Walking inside, she kept silent, various thoughts whirling in her head. Why was Sasuke spending thirty minutes, at least, a day with the captive? What was so special about her? Itachi would have mentioned something, anything, about her being special if at all she caught the attention of either one of the Uchiha siblings. She should be more special if she caught the attention of both and in truth, she did.

"Ayumi-san, why are you so formal with Sasuke-kun?" asked Sakura as she ran a hand through her long pink hair, an innocent look on her face, "I mean, he is human." Ayumi flinched as she looked at Sakura, a scowl on her face. Evidently, she knew nothing of the utmost respect she had for the Uchiha family, then again, she really had no idea of what happened so long ago. That and her informality when it came to addressing Sasuke! He, the second most powerful figure in Sharingan who answered only to his brother, deserved every ounce of respect anyone ever had in them, especially if that person was a captive within the territory of Sharingan! Looking at her, Ayumi's pale amber eyes reflected her aloofness and her refusal to answer that question. "Okay then," she mumbled as she stood up, "I'll just wash my face." Ayumi nodded slowly as her pale amber orbs glued to Sakura's every movement. She was used to having to guard people but not this long. Those who she was tasked to keep an eye on usually died soon after. This, this had been going on for such a long time.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Conference Room

"Go to hell, bastard," hissed Sasuke as he slammed his open palms on the long oak table, "You want me to what?!" A grim look was written on his face as he continued staring at his brother, his onyx eyes meeting the cold, mischievous ones of Itachi. The older of the two merely looked at him, a blank expression written on his face, as if it was nothing wrong to ask of his younger brother. "Screw you, bastard," seethed Sasuke as his onyx eyes flashed. What in the world possessed Itachi to ask this of him, he didn't know. What he did know was that it was wrong, so fucking wrong. Sasuke's eyes flashed as a sound escaped Itachi's lips, a laugh. "What's so funny about it? Do you treat every human being in the world like some toy, huh, Itachi?" hissed Sasuke, a dangerous aura surrounding him.

"Actually, what I find funny is that you're acting like a child, so possessive of everything he owns," said Itachi slowly, a slight glimmer in his eyes. Sasuke snorted as he continued keeping his steely gaze on his older brother. "What's to be so mad about? It's not like it's something you own, exactly," asked Itachi, a seemingly innocent tone in his voice. Sasuke snorted. The only time anything that escaped Itachi was innocent is if hell froze over and nothing else was left in this world except him, being the sadist that he was. "I asked you a question and you should answer, little brother," asked Itachi, a half-serious tone in his voice. Sasuke did not waver in his resolve to continue this little dispute of his.

"You're such a sadistic bastard," he seethed, the grim look on his face only becoming more evident, "Why do you want people to suffer just because you want someone to please your fucking desires?"

"Why, yes. I am Uchiha Itachi, after all."

"Fuck you damn it!"

"That's what I intend to do, except, it won't be me who'll be fucked. It'll be her, by my own hands."

"No, damn it! No one deserves what you're intending to do, not even her even if she is what she is."

"Aww, little Sasuke likes her."

"Damn it I don't!"

"Then why won't you let me?"

"Because even if she's a captive, she doesn't deserve to be toyed around like that, no one does. Except for you maybe, you're an exception to that rule."

"And even if you say so, you have no right to order me around, little brother. One day, it might just happen." Sasuke's eyes blazed as he stood up. Opening the door, he slammed it open and let it slam shut. On his way to his room, everyone avoided him. It was never an accepted thing to get into the bad side of any of the Uchiha siblings.

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

-blink- Yeah, I think it was a good decision for me to have upped the rating. It's getting really dark now, though not 100 dark but still!

Yeah, I brought in Kirino Ayumi, Nuitori Kenta, and Nuitori Kotoe from Balance! Of course, Ayumi has a big role in this, seeing as she's Sakura's guard and all. Kenta and Kotoe, perhaps, in one of the coming chapters, they'll make an appearance and maybe get a bigger role.

If you guys want, or if I feel like it, I might make them go on another mission! This time, they'll probably be a bigger team, the biggest team assembled. Three people who'll fight, two hackers, and I don't know if I'll do anything more. All I know is that this chapter was rocky, emotion-wise.

About the reason why Sasuke spends thirty minutes with Sakura, it's because he needs a haven where he can feel human. I mean, outside of that room, or her presence for that matter, it's like he's in a totally different world, ravaged by guns, knives, death, you name it. It's just ordinary for a yakuza member, especially a high-ranking official like he is in Sharingan but I guess, even if he threw himself to such a low level, he needs his space to be normal, to be an ordinary human being, not someone who looks like some death merchant by the order of the highest ranking official.

Okay… -blink- I'm thinking too deeply about this again. Not good. Maybe, by the seventeenth of December, I'll have chapter five up. Who knows? Just… wish me luck on my Second Term Exams… WAH!

As usual, here's the chapter preview!

Next Chapter: Chapter Five – Satanic Desires

Chapter Preview: A phantom smile was on his face as he walked through the dark corridors in the middle of the night. The earlier activities had tired basically everyone out. It was either that or they couldn't handle the alcohol they had down. In any case, as long as basically everyone was knocked out, he didn't care. He had done what he had planned to do and he was satisfied with it. She fit perfectly against his body and because of that, he wouldn't kill her just yet. A dark smile finally showed itself on his face as he took a left going to his own room. No one would ever deny him of what he wanted, especially if it was of the flesh. Not even his little brother could do that. He was Uchiha Itachi, the man who basically got everything and every single woman that he wanted.