Taka- See? I told you I would update a lot. Ooh, I'm listening to P!ATD while I type this. Oh yesh. x3 So anyway, here is the forth chapter. Sorry if you all had ideas, but I had previously written this story in a notebook (unfinished), so even though I am changing the way I wrote it as I type, the general story is the same. But if I find an idea that I really like I'll find a way to shove it in there.

And without further a due, 'Chapitre Quatre'.

Chapter Four: Remembering the Forgotten

It was dark. Pitch black.

It seemed as if the next sound could come from anywhere, and if Sakura had stepped any further, she would tumble into the darkness. It almost seemed so as Itachi threw her to the floor carelessly. A few steps were heard, and a source of light emerged soon after. Sakura looked up to see an old sort of lantern, with a dim light glowing from it.

She was glad that she could see Itachi now, but… his eyes.

The girl groaned, sitting up. She pondered over the reasons that Itachi would have brought her here. Hostage? No… that wouldn't make sense… Oh… my god… he's not going to… Her fearful thoughts were interrupted as she stared at him with intense dread.

Itachi glared at her suspiciously.

"I would not take any pleasure in touching you, bitch." He said, calming her thoughts slightly. Sakura lowered her gaze towards the floor, as if studying its pattern. The actual design was drab and boring, consisting of uneven, wooden boards. They followed along the whole floor of the cabin, and as her eyes traced them, they always seemed to point towards Itachi.

Damn it.

"Then what the hell do you want?" she asked. Itachi stood silently beside the lantern, almost leering over it. The shadow he cast was more intimidating than himself, in Sakura's eyes.

"You will do as I say," he started, glaring down at her, "and do not even think about running towards that door. You do, and I kill you." Simple enough.

"And since when, in the few moments that you've known me, have I valued my life?"

"The moment of your last breath will be your most valued." said the cold-blooded one.

Sakura remained silent, hating the fact that he could think of things to top whatever she said. She gave him an absent sort of glare.

"Sasuke," the way he spoke his sibling's name made even Sakura chill, "tell me. Were his fighting skills advanced?"

She scoffed.

"Did you not hear the part where I said he slaughtered the whole village? Yes. He was the strongest definition of the word 'ninja' – at least in my book." She looked over to the side, noting that the walls carried the same pattern as their perpendicular partner. "He was amazing."

"He was weak." Itachi said, glowering. "If in fact he had been taken over by Orochimaru's bite, then his weakness allowed it to consume him. The fact that he murdered a village is meaningless to me."

Although Sakura hated it, she had to take some of what he said into thought.

"How did you know?"

"Do I look unstable as to my knowledge?"

"Yes."

They were silently glaring at each other now, her emerald eyes daring his crimson ones. A few minutes passed, until Sakura broke their hushed quarrel. She shifted her focus off of him.

She drew her knees to her chest, setting her head on them. "All right. I've told you."

He almost smirked at her wanting to leave. He'd realized that the thought of being in the same room as him made her cringe, so he didn't want her to leave just yet. This girl was enjoyable to torture as such. He did not have to demand that she go on; she took the hint.

"He and Naruto," she sighed. Speaking of the two of them definitely did not lift her spirits. "…they were so close. But something happened – I don't know what – it drew Sasuke to kill Naruto. And then his damn bloodlust went further, and he massacred everyone. But he didn't kill me."

"Were you present at the time of the slaughter?" he asked, absolutely no interest coming from his voice.

"I was gone. Outside of Konoha. I wasn't there when everyone needed me most." She bit down hard on her lip. I'm not going to cry.

A few moments lingered once more.

"When he killed Naruto, it was not Orochimaru." Sakura couldn't take it any longer. At realizing this fact, she started sobbing, bringing her hands up to her face, in impractical attempts to hide her tears.

Itachi eyed her, wanting to kill her then. His mind wandered to watching her bleed, crying, begging for him to spare her. But of course, he would not, and he grew impatient at the thought of stabbing her with a kunai. Blood makes the situation better.

The girl continued to cry, wiping away tears frequently.

"My brother must have hated you." Itachi gathered. This made Sakura glare at him with the utmost hatred.

"He loved me." She wanted to slap him again. She wanted to feel the sting of her hand against his cheek – hell, she wanted to kill him. Although that thought was careless and impossible, she knew, there was no problem with imagining it.

"Love? It is a word I cease to remember."

"Remember? You don't have a memory of it." she said, making an assumption.

"Is that what you think?" Itachi said. "Well, it has been presented in my thoughts that my brother, or anyone in fact, from the Uchiha bloodline, would not love you. Nor would any man with sense on this earth, and you're just a bitch who's in denial. Weak. That is what you are."

"You say that about every single person who you assume is beneath you." Sakura backed, glaring once more. "Is that all you think about? The weakness of a potential opponent?"

"I never claimed your title as that of potential or opponent." He said.

"Good. Because I wouldn't want to be one."

"How touching."

"Your sarcasm hardly helps," she muttered.

The sound of rain played along the rooftops of the cabin. This alerted both of the arguers, and they both assumed that the night they had ahead of them was going to be long.

"Damn," Sakura began to stand up, glancing briefly at the door before at Itachi, "I presume we're finished here?"

"Not quite."

Her lips parted slightly as if she was going to respond to his insensitive talk, but she just shook her head and began towards the door. It was so close to her. Almost five feet. She knew she could reach it, and she did, yanking open the door, but her wrist stayed.

Itachi held it, one hand wrapped around her wrist.

"Were you not aware of my instructions earlier?"

The rain poured heavily now, a bit sweeping into the cabin as she stood there with the door open. She was now wet, watching him angrily.

"Stop it! Let go of my wrist! I did what you wanted!"

Itachi ignored her, simply pulled her closer in. He drew her wrist to his visibility, inspecting the various slit marks there. He sent her a pitiful glare before slamming the door.

"Pathetic."

She was still struggling with getting free of his grasp.

"Let go of me you bastard!" she cried, resisting his hold.

He grew impatient with simply her voice, and threw her against the cabin wall, pinning her hands abreast her head, then pressing a kunai to her throat.

"This is getting old," she uttered through clenched teeth.

"For me, watching you suffer never grows tiring," he backed, menacing her throat with the blade. He gazed at her neck, expecting to see blood, and found none. He pressed the blade harder.

Sakura let out a cry, warm blood traveling her damp skin now.

Itachi watched the blood inch over her skin, then looked back up at her. His eyes scanned her features; every painful twist of her skin made him want to hurt her more. He slid the kunai further along her neck, to her collarbone, pressing it in there more.

Sakura was groaning in pain now. She knew that this was what he wanted, but she could not help expressing her pain. In an attempt to stop satisfying him, she bit down on her lip, harder each time he cut her skin.

Itachi stopped at the dearth of hearing painful cries or suffering. His eyes wandered her, and he pressed her head back up against the cabin.

"Goodnight," he said sarcastically, knocking her out with one, swift strike to her abdomen. He let go of her, watching the girl fall limp to the floor.

Sleep would not come that night.

Taka- TADA! O-o Wow, I edited a LOT in this chapter… meaning, what I wrote in the book was not what I put in the chapter. I actually like what I typed better than what I wrote. - So … yeah… tell me what you think, all right? Tank yous! And leave reviews!