Chapter 20 - All the things she said
please read A/N notes at the end.
"You want me to fuck you – and it showed." He rasped against the swell of her cheek, his own breath tingling her heated skin as well, as she fought the urge to gasp.
"Therefore, I will keep my promise." She felt his strong arm wrapping around her waist tightly, holding her close, closer than ever before.
A small smirk curled at the edge of her lips.
She won.
Sakura wasn't sure how far they will go. Will they go all the way? Is she actually going to sleep with him? Those were questions she didn't have answers to at this very moment.
Her body was nearly glued to his, her backside dipped into his hard and hot muscular form, her own lithe figure filling every dip and curve on his body.
His mind had a complete shut down when she trapped him with her petite body, the waistband of his black pants tightened almost uncomfortably. His breath dusted over the side of her face, near her hair as he took the moment to breathe her in, her scent intoxicating.
She whimpered against him, her own body sending a low throaty vibration. He used the opportunity to push the hand that was clasped around her waist up and under her skin-tight anbu shirt, feeling the raw flesh underneath.
Her skin was so supple and hot to the touch. Itachi couldn't help himself; his fingertips inched forward to the inviting lucent of her skin that was hidden underneath an annoying piece of fabric. With ease his long fingers slid forward until he was caressing the underside of her breast, his touch light and sensitive.
The dark pools of his eyes glinted with mischief and intrigue when he noticed the absence of her bra, unlike the night before when she wore a basic piece of fabric around her chest. His fingers abandoned the underside of her mound for a moment as he placed his whole palm around her perky breast squeezing it lightly, but not lightly enough where she wouldn't feel the intensity of his touch.
A soft gasp left her mouth, as she bucked her ass harder, straining against the fullness of his length. The corners of his mouth tugged upwards, feeling the incredibly soft nipple hardening immediately, reacting positively to his touch.
He squeezed her mound harder, more roughly in hopes of a louder reaction and he nearly growled when her breathless moan touched the tips of his ears, her hot breath fell onto his jaw and he found himself wanting to consume all of these melodious sounds for himself.
Itachi encircled the yielding nipple with his forefinger and let his thumb rub her gently, probing the friction and how elastic her breast was, as it was moulding and pulsating under his touch, fitting into his cupping palm like it was meant to belong to him.
However, soon enough he felt like this wasn't enough to satiate his thirst, he wanted more of this woman with a heavenly, almost holy aura, but even more so he wanted more of this wicked, devilish demeanor that she dared to show him.
At this very moment Itachi couldn't decide whether to let his lips or fingers stain her with his knavish corrupt colors. However, what he did decide was that her nectar peach taste that he still felt on the tip of his tongue even now, was bringing him a pleasurable dizziness and an oblivion stronger than the alcohol and that liquid couldn't satiate him like this.
He used his other hand effectively, moving it with precision and care, closely, almost between her legs, but not close enough to touch her clothed heat through her pants. She shivered lightly as her breath caught into her throat, one of her hands moved up, slender fingers grabbing a fistful of his hair roughly as she struggled to breathe.
He nuzzled his face into her hair, feeling the softness of it and hummed quietly, his right hand still playing with her nipple, while his other hand moved over her pulsing heat, cupping it lightly, his index finger brushing a straight line across, almost dipping directly into her folds.
"A-ah!" she let out a hiss of a moan, her butt still grinding hard against his pelvis, her whole body aching under his ministrations.
"What do you want?" his taunt voice rippled across the nearly silent room as he used the tip of his tongue, running it across the back of her ear, stopping only at her earlobe and she nearly melted into the sensation, her cheekbones various shades of red under the dim moonlight.
"Fill me in," his breath ghosted over the side of her face as he pressed his index finger in between her folds harder, rougher but not hard enough to bring her any kind of relief, no, the agonizing sensation only left her dull and aching for more.
He lavished the taste of her skin, his tongue tingling in ecstasy. She was delicious and delicate; the pallor of her skin had an ethereal nacre luminosity. Blood was boiling like a furnace into his vessels surging along his limbs and spine, amassing into his navel where a heavy knot throbbed and tightened in a reeling constriction.
"T-touch me, please." She nearly begged, her cries only a soft mewl to his ears as he groaned, something wild and primal igniting into those dark eyes of his that dared to flicker red just for a moment. Her impatient cries pure music to his ears.
And this is why he didn't stop there. Oh no, true to his word Itachi will make her beseech for his touch. "Very well then, remember, you asked for it." His tone was alluring, as his voice rumbled against her heated skin and she gasped, closing her eyes, eyelids twitching from the pure pleasure.
His length stretched almost painfully against her bottom, his erection pushing directly into her ripe flesh, and he knew she felt it as she wasn't anywhere near stopping her sensual rub against him. He could only wonder how she came up with these entrancing ideas.
His mind teetered in a blissful oblivion and just for these moments when he basically touched her for his own pleasure, nearly taking advantage of her vulnerability and impossibility to defend herself from his ministrations while she struggled to preserve her modesty from him, he allowed himself to drop his guard down.
Itachi had enough.
With one swift motion he turned her around, pressing her petite frame into the wooden door almost roughly, with all the passion and want in the world.
He moved his hand almost abruptly from her clothed heat, maneuvering a calloused palm that now glided along the meandering outline of her waist, kneading on the rounded swell of her hip bone where the touch of her womanhood became more sensual and it descended down and lower to the front of her feminine curves as they formed a triangle between her thighs.
His fingers dipped under the waistband of her tight pants and even lower, sinking deep and under her underwear, his fingers almost shook with anticipation as he felt her wetness. His cock twitched painfully, and he cursed silently under his breath.
His other hand left her breast, giving it one last squeeze before he moved it promptly to the back of her neck, grasping it lightly, the ends of his fingertips hot and tickling as he brushed them across a patch of sensitive, naked skin.
He sought her gaze, but she kept her eyes closed, and that was something he would not tolerate.
"Look at me." A low, sensual and almost aggressive growl left his lips, his words a command, not a request.
A slant of her eyes, a flutter of her lashes and he was met with that lust-induced gaze. She looked at him, eyes half-lidded full of vibrant green flames that glittered to the point of evaporating. She looked enchanting; the vibrant flames of her feline eyes framed by disheveled pieces of dragon fruit colored hair that stuck to her face almost lovingly. Her lips a mere pout, glossy, open and most importantly – secretly inviting.
She was the epitome of the word exotic.
His eyes widened unexpectedly, his sharingan red and blazing into the still, gloomy and star-less night as he looked at her, the image already engrained into his memory forever as he savored it shamelessly.
And he didn't know what came over him when he brought her face closer to his, using the chance to press his lips against hers. Hard. Rough. Dominating.
He almost hated her because she didn't resist, she just gave in, went with the flow. She should've stopped him at this very moment because they went too far, but she didn't and for that he won't forgive her.
No, instead she wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing him closer as she kissed him back with the same passion and lust, her own lips needy and desperate.
His taste was exotic and his sudden gentle treatment was like an aphrodisiac that Sakura couldn't wean herself off of. Why was she so attracted to him? Why was his touch so comforting and reassuring? None of those questions mattered because when he touched her, just for those moments, Sakura felt alive and wanted.
Once again there was an unresisting urge beginning to cultivate within Sakura's body, driving and spurring her lips against Itachi's, sliding her tongue shyly against them. The rumbling growl of approval made her stomach clench almost painfully, but in a good way.
For once Uchiha Itachi's patience might've ran out, because at this very moment he didn't care about the consequences when he was relishing the taste of her lips, this woman was the most expensive drug, one that he should've never came across.
At this very moment Uchiha Itachi forgot about feelings such as shame and guilt, because his senses were dulled thanks to the goddamned Haruno Sakura.
His fingers pressed against the cleft of her feminine curves, rubbing against her folds; the warmth of her body, the silkiness of her moist, naked heat drove him completely mad.
Itachi almost lost it completely when Sakura let out an extremely explicit moan directly into his mouth and he swallowed it boldly.
Her inhales took a sharper resonance; her pulse was pumping under his own lips and fingers signaling that her body didn't need the clearness of her mind to enjoy the attention fully.
His member twitched painfully as it pressed against the scraping material of his pants and her warm body pressed against his own and mewling into his touch was not helping his status, on the contrary.
Just what was he thinking about?
The reason was simple: he wasn't thinking at all, he simply acted. Just like a mindless creature, he kept on searching for something and she seemed to satiate his thirst, but this was still not enough.
Sakura arched her back, slightly moving away from the hard wood she was pressed against as she pushed her chest directly into his, soft mounds flush against his skin.
Her body was burning Itachi with her warmth, praising the motion of his hand which was rubbing her moist folds picking up his pace and adding to the pleasurable friction as he pressed harder against the core of her clit. The tips of his rough, slender fingers were getting slicker as juices started to pool from the pits of her belly and seeped against his palm.
He bit back an animalistic grow, he wanted her to touch him as well, his own need for release urgent and almost painfully agonizing.
"Fuck—" Itachi cursed under his breath as he left her bruised lips, his ragged pants were torrid and betrayed how aroused he was by what he has done, and he realized that it was a grave mistake from him.
His hand was moulding perfectly against every crevice and contour of her body and he lighted her up like a candle, flickering and fluttering by his touch alone. The man in him desired the woman in her.
The heavy rain that fell like a cascade from Heaven enhanced the depressing panorama of this dark ghost town and muffled their shameless grunts and moans effectively.
"Ah—" Sakura bit the inside of her cheek until the taste of copper filled her mouth as she writhed against his calloused form, he pressed harder, his fingers moving with expert precision, right where she needed him most.
And as the diamond hard droplets mixed with the soil, washing the muddy streets, her hips upshot like she attempted to fly off the ground, forcing his fingers to dig in even deeper as she finally cried out in pleasure, trembling in his embrace.
His sharingan engraved each and every detail unconsciously as his eyes pierced her and he wished he could take her all for himself. He never wanted to fuck a woman so badly.
This feeling was something indescribable. It sent burning, electric shivers rippling along her spine and limbs, nesting straight into her toes. The heavy pour continued as she opened her eyes lazily, looking at him directly.
His eyes were still touching her flushed skin, languishing, drinking her in, to the last drop of her spent desire.
"Answer truthfully," He rasped, his voice sore and husky, so low yet it still held a tinge of command to it. "Do you want to learn from me, or do you want me to fuck you?"
"I don't know." She whispered.
The air around was cold, thick and sinister and almost suffocating as he left the room shortly after.
Itachi quietly entered his room, closing the door behind him with a soft click as he pressed his back against the cool wooden door and sighed inaudibly, his expression weary.
"Do you like her?" He heard Shisui's steely voice from the other side of the room.
"What do you mean?" He asked, almost puzzled by the unexpected statement that came from Shisui himself.
"What I mean, is that I think you are teaching her a bit too well."
"Isn't that what I'm supposed to be doing?" he asked almost sarcastically, and his remark didn't go unnoticed by Shisui.
"Was giving her free orgasms in your job description?" Shisui asked in return, his tone dripping with sarcasm as well, as he glared at his younger cousin. In fact, what Shisui wanted to know was why his younger cousin was suddenly so obsessed with the pink haired woman?
Itachi's eyes widened with surprise as he met Shisui's eyes, noticing his sharingan fully activated, blazing red into the cold night.
"How do you…?" Itachi sighed again, raking a hand through his raven locks messily. "Never mind."
"I think she was enjoying whatever that you were doing to her a little bit too much, so it didn't go unnoticed." Shisui clicked his tongue. "Unfortunately." He frowned at his own words.
"I'm just doing a job that was assigned by you." Itachi glared back, he didn't have the time of the day to argue with Shisui about something like this.
"So that's a good enough reason or should I say excuse for you to come back smelling like her to the point where I can sense her scent at the opposite side of the room?"
"Would you do it differently then?" Itachi smirked in a way that was more sinister than the wails of pain tearing the sky in half.
Shisui stayed silent for a good minute, contemplating his next set of words.
"That's what I thought." He barked, but not overly maliciously. "It's not like you can have her anyways." Scolded Itachi.
"It's not up for you to decide either." It wasn't just plain words; no, it was a statement made by the older Uchiha himself.
"Keep your fucking hands to yourself and do your fucking job properly or next time I'll do it myself." Shisui hasn't warned him that something bad might happen to him if he approached her again, no, he only asked him not to do it again.
The sky was angry and overcast as if the swollen clouds would burst any minute and the gloom did nothing to help the mood, however the scenery, though painted gray by the shadowing clouds, was actually quite pretty.
Itachi didn't come for the next two nights and Sakura wondered if he was done with her or he was just done teaching her. She couldn't lie, she felt almost anxious around him after their last encounter, his question completely stunned her as she said the first thing that popped into that empty head of hers.
It was only when they reached the gates of Amegakure did Sakura caught her mind drifting away.
"What is your reason for being here?" they were stopped by a middle-aged shinobi who almost barked at the three of them, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"We are returning from the grass country sir, me and my siblings were visiting a part of our extended family." Said Shisui as he bowed slightly, paying his respects to the Rain shinobi, acting as if he was intimidated by the older shinobi's words.
"Where is your written permission?" the Amegakure nin barked again, his voice sore and low, possibly due to a cold that he must've caught recently, Sakura noticed.
"My apologies sir…" this time it was Itachi who bowed, playing along with Shisui, his voice void of any confidence and Sakura nearly grinned at the scene, but bit her tongue back at the last second.
"We didn't have time to wait for the written permission, so we left without…" He was cut off by Sakura, when she interrupted him, her voice desperate.
"I'm sorry sir! It was all my fault!" Sakura almost cried, her brown eyes glassy as she looked at the older man that stood with a steely expression, his eyes calculating.
"W-we left without telling anyone and it's all my fault! I couldn't just sit still when I received the letter from my family saying my aunt is dying!" fake tears rolled down her cheeks as she looked at the older shinobi, praying her acting skills were polished enough to change his attitude for the better.
"S-sir, if anyone de-deserves a punishment it's me! My dear brothers have nothing to do with all of this, t-they only escorted me to be sure I was safe, otherwise I would've gone on my own, please understand!" Tears continuously rolled down her cheeks as she looked at the Amegakure shinobi, eyes full of hope as she was trying to persuade him to let them go through the gates.
"Fine, I will let you go through, but just because a pretty lady like you asked." He glared at the two Uchihas who looked back at him with a questioning look in their eyes.
A small smirk curled at the corners of his thin lips as he spoke again. "Make sure this doesn't happen again, or you will get in trouble and I won't be here to help you next time, understood?" The older shinobi then looked at Sakura as he used his rough thumb to rub away the fake tears she had on the swell of her cheek.
"Thank you, sir, I will make sure to remember your kind words." Sakura's nose nearly scrunched in disgust, feeling his rough thumb sliding away from her face, instead she smiled giving him one of the kindest smiles she could muster, and she nearly rolled her eyes when the older man blushed lightly.
Itachi and Shisui glared at the older man, killing intent almost rolling off them, but they kept it under the locks, so it was nearly impossible to notice. This low-level nin had a death wish.
"You can go now." He said to Sakura letting her go through first, his eyes mocking the two Uchihas with satisfaction.
Shisui looked at the man calmly enough, but the knuckles of his long fingers were white, as if he were squeezing them together too hard, almost betraying how he truly felt about the whole situation.
He glared at the Rain shinobi, wishing he could just break his neck right here and now, but he willed himself to remain calm, what he did instead was almost close enough to satisfy his killing intent.
His eyes flashed red just for a second under the gloomy weather as he passed the older man, putting him in an agonizing genjutsu and completely erasing his memories of her before his eyes returned to their previous state, black and dull.
"What did you do?" he heard Itachi's voice, his tone more curious rather than scolding, as his words were just a mere whisper that had no chance to reach Sakura's ears as she walked in front of them.
"Just taught him a good lesson." Shisui whispered back as well, cautious of Sakura's ears as they moved deeper into the town, passing the grey crowds of people along the way.
"Hn." He could've sworn he heard a hint of amusement that laced Itachi's voice briefly and the corners of his lips tugged upwards as well.
Sakura had been more and more awed with every passing mile as the buildings grew taller and the lights grew flashier, heavier even as they crossed the town searching for an inn. The technology this part of the world possessed made her own hometown in the fire country seem humble and uncivilized in comparison.
They were walking around the town for quite a few hours as they tried to memorize the small streets of Rain in case of emergency. The gloomy sky became even gloomier, darker and heavier even as the neon lights around the city grew brighter and a thick blanket full of darkness fell around the city that was covered in concrete.
Looking around, Sakura couldn't help but notice that people in Amegakure lived in a contemporary world of blazing lights and steel, however what was even worse is that none of them looked very happy. She only saw grim and weary expressions on almost every face she passed through.
Sakura was already starting to feel suffocated, as she was walking and navigating through the small, narrow streets that were littered with dirt and trash. She was thankful for the Uchihas that had accompanied her, for the thought of braving such a strange, new world alone was unappealing and a little intimidating to her.
Now that they were in the heart of the city, any conversation they had (if barely any) was minimal since they had to speak much louder to make themselves heard against the loud music that was coming directly from the local clubs of the steel city.
Sakura stopped abruptly, under the guise of a huge neon sign that flashed along her form in vibrant colors of hot pink, green and blue, each color changing in order every couple of seconds, making her look almost ethereal and otherworldly. She stood nearly in the middle of the cramped street, people passed by her quickly, but she found her eyes gazing into the cloudy, dark sky that was star-less and almost foggy against the concrete. She already missed the starry sky that could only be found in Konoha.
The afterglow of her entire form was twinkling under the vibrant club sign as she lightly spun around. Her short brown hair almost luminescent and illuminated by different kind of colors, that fell in abstract shadows over her small face as well, her hands were laced behind her back.
Shisui's eyes widened briefly at the image that crossed his vision. Sakura stood in the middle of the street, under the cheap neon lights that illuminated her lithe body effortlessly, however, nothing about this woman in particular screamed cheap even as she stood alone, in the crowd of exhausted faces. Under this guise she looked almost too simple, just like any other civilian woman, but he knew way more than the faceless figures that passed them along the way.
And just for a second, he wished to see the vibrant shine of her emerald eyes and long pink hair smoothing down her back under the blazing lights instead of this dull attire.
Itachi looked through the corner of his long black lashes, surveying Shisui's reaction even as he, himself was captivated by the unusual image of this exotic woman.
"What do you think about this one?" she asked, her voice loud and clear as she faced the two men with curiosity, questioning their opinion.
"I think this one was on the list." Said Itachi, making sure his voice was just as loud and clear so both Shisui and Sakura could hear him properly.
Shisui looked at the neon sign that hung above their heads, his feline eyes narrowing at the increasing brightness.
"Cherries in masks?" Shisui mumbled almost solely to himself whilst looking at the cliché club name. He noted that Itachi mentioned it being one of the most prestigious strip clubs in Rain, at least according to Jiraiya-sama, which also meant that Akatsuki members were prone to visiting. And to be honest, this explanation made sense to Shisui as the strip club itself was conveniently located nearly in the heart of the industrial city.
"Sounds fitting." He dropped a heavy remark directly at Sakura as his eyes met her gaze daringly, the darkness of his irises nearly challenging the pink haired woman. Get in if you can.
Sakura was thoughtful for a moment before answering.
"Aa." She sent a coy smile his way, as her eyes crinkled slightly under her carefully constructed façade. She went on to accept his silent challenge with anticipation.
His lips twitched with the beginnings of a half-smirk.
Heavy, cold droplets of rain fell from the stormy sky suddenly, touching and biting their silhouettes, sensation cooling and chilling at the same time as it seeped directly into their bones.
They chose an inn that was close to the club and although it was a bit more expensive given its location it undoubtedly made their mission a tad bit easier, even if they had to put up with the loud noises that came from the crowded streets that became alive only at night. Their mission allowance was more than enough to cover their expenses and even extra if needed.
Upon entering the inn, the three of them nearly hummed, as the booming sounds from outside became muffled and almost non-existent.
They were met by a receptionist who was, to their surprise well manned and frankly quite polished. Long black hair cascaded down her back as she looked at them through the corner of her lashes, short bangs framed the upper part of her face. In Sakura's eyes she was an attractive woman.
She idly wondered if Shisui preferred this kind of women in looks.
"As of now we have only two rooms available, is that alright with you?" she asked politely and looked at them expectantly if not almost uncomfortably.
"That's fine, me and my brother can share, as for my sister I believe she needs a bit of privacy, therefore we will give her the other room. Is that okay with you, Harumi?" Said Shisui, his tone light and carefree and she almost shuddered under the gentleness of his voice as it almost felt like the real thing, like the Shisui she used to know, albeit she knew it was part of the act.
"Ah, yes, that sounds great. Thank you, brother." She smiled at him kindly, her own smile part of the act that played in front of the young receptionist.
"Brilliant!" Said the black-haired lady. "Give me a second, I will get you the keys."
Sakura pushed the door open and immediately felt a pleasant heat warm her, taking the edge off the chill of her wet clothes.
The room she got wasn't very large but was warmer and brighter than any other place she had stayed in so far during their whole journey to Amegakure.
Sakura plopped lightly onto her bed and took a moment to glance at the spark white ceiling of her room. Her wet yukata clung to her skin uncomfortably, just asking to be removed completely and truth to be told she wanted nothing more but to rip it off from her skin.
She idly wondered if Itachi is going to show up tonight, but her thoughts were scattered around by the loud music that was blazing outside, directly into the stormy night. She heard drunk people cheering out in the streets and found herself being annoyed at the whole ordeal.
She knew she was going to hate this.
She nearly forgot that she also had to get in into that prestige strip club that they had stopped by earlier and almost groaned in irritation, why did she even accept this as a challenge?
Ah, that's right, it was all Shisui's fault.
Sometimes Sakura wondered if her Shishou's temper was the only thing that rubbed off onto her, as her Shishou was also actively dealing with her gambling addiction, not to mention she never turned down a challenge mainly due to this reason.
Sakura only hoped that her sake addiction wasn't as bad as her Shishou's, otherwise she would be in big trouble.
She stripped of the wet clothes changing into a comfortable t-shirt and black shorts as she made her way back to the bed to warm up, she nearly scrunched her nose thinking that it was probably the last night she will be wearing something so comfortable without revealing her naked skin.
She felt exhausted so instead of warming up Sakura quickly became heavy-lidded until her eyes closed completely, despite the all never-ending sounds that came from outside.
"You won't be going tonight either?" Shisui asked carefully, although he couldn't help but feel more than slightly curious about what happened between his cousin and the pink haired medic.
"I don't think she needs any more lessons as of now." Said Itachi, his tone indifferent even as he felt everything else but indifferent.
"Didn't you say you are going to teach her a specific genjutsu?" Shisui pressed, although he didn't like the idea of everything that has been happening around him for the past week or so, however they still had an important mission which asked for some sort of sacrifice to be made.
"Last time I checked she's not working at the club yet." Said Itachi whilst trying to shake off Shisui. He wasn't in the mood to talk about her, especially right here and right now.
"So, what happened between the two of you then?" The older man asked casually, although his question was far from casual as he fixed his gaze on the younger Uchiha with anticipation.
A sharp intake of breath.
"It doesn't concern you." He heard a tinge of irritation in Itachi's voice and frowned.
"I believe that I am meant to know everything that concerns this mission, Itachi." Shisui bit his tongue nearly hard enough to draw blood, the annoyance he held onto now formed into frustration. He was losing his temper quite easily when it came to this forsaken woman.
"No, not when it comes to her, Shisui." Itachi silenced Shisui with a dark inflection, almost hissing at him.
Shisui's eyes burned with red flames when his gaze alone, was enough to feel the threatening aura that radiated off him.
And when he turned around there was another pair of crimson eyes that held the same amount of threat in them.
Sakura entered the two-story building successfully, almost wondering if it wasn't too easy, but then shook her head ever so slightly, trying to get rid of the hesitant and anxious thoughts that were starting to creep on her.
The security guard was way too easy on her, letting her in without a second thought after she mentioned having business with the place owner.
Even though the club wouldn't be open until nightfall, the door yielded under the firm press of Sakura's hand and swung inward to grant her relief from the rain which was beginning to fall harder.
It took a moment before her eyes could adjust to the darkness within. Only one light was on in the back of the dimly lit room giving just enough light for Sakura to make out a big bar on one side of the room and several tables and chairs packed throughout the rest of the space.
However, what really caught her attention though were the raised platforms scattered around the entirety of the room. The centerof the huge space was decorated with narrow silver poles which Sakura assumed most likely were steel, as they gracefully extended all the way to the ceiling.
Sakura almost envisioned the room full of people and what it would be like to be dancing on one of those stages knowing that she would have a handful of eyes following each and every movement of hers. Her eyes narrowed at the thought.
The building itself seemed totally empty as it were only her footsteps that echoed slightly as she ventured further inside, letting the heavy door swing shut behind.
"Hello?" Sakura called softly, looking around for any sign of life.
Just then, a door opened off to the left, streaming light into the dark room.
"Who's there?" a male voice called as a head stuck out around the corner, observing.
"Do you perhaps own this place?" Sakura asked confidently, when she felt anything but confident staying in this sinful place.
"Yeah, who wants to know?" she heard the same voice again, but still couldn't figure out where it was coming from exactly.
"I'm searching for a job, sir. I was wondering if you could perhaps help me with that." Sakura looked around the dark place still trying her best to figure out what was going on around her.
"Hmm." She heard the man's thoughtful voice from the other side of the room. "Depends on how you look like." He finally said. "And if you can dance, I don't have time to deal with amateurs."
Sakura nearly rolled her eyes at the statement, but understood the man's reasoning, he was running a business after all and given the location of the club, the rent must've been really expensive. She also recalled Itachi mentioning that this club was one of the prestige places of Rain, therefore she knew that they definitely had standards beyond average when it came to their dancers.
"I can dance, as for my appearance I believe you can be the judge of that." She said, trying to sound as confident as possible her voice clear and sharp. After all she had to persuade this man no matter what.
The comment finally drew the man out into the open and he walked over into the dimly lit room, eyeing Sakura suspiciously.
The first thing Sakura noticed about the man was his height. He was a tall man who seemed to be in his early thirties and Sakura couldn't help but wonder why such a young man would be running a place like this.
He was dressed in a simple collared shirt and dark pants, modern clothing that coincided with the rest of the town but fit well with his dark demeanor. He had short, black hair that glimmered in almost platinum blue rays under the dim lighting and fell over his forehead elegantly.
He stopped a few feet from her, dark, violet eyes observing her closely as Sakura swallowed unconsciously at the intensity of his gaze.
He reached out, one of his hands just inches away from her face as he used his long fingers to clasp a strand of long, pink hair around his finger, twirling it in fascination.
"Your looks seem to be more than fitting; however, the real question is, can you dance to my standards?" Sakura was a little taken aback by this man's words as she looked at him daringly, a slight tinge of surprise etched into her features.
"Beauty is power too and can strike swifter than any sword. Best I can do is show you and then you can judge." Sakura said as she studied the unknown man. She still couldn't understand why someone that looked this handsome and alluring was running a dirty strip club.
"Very well then." His voice was calm. "Prove me your worth and I will consider taking you in." His tone was rational but carried an underlying tone of finality to it.
Adrenaline pumped through her veins; she will do whatever it takes to get in.
"My lord." Said a man whose body was split in equal parts of white and black, a dark cloak with red clouds fell over his shoulders gracefully. His words were polite, his voice held nothing but utmost respect as he bowed to the man in front of him.
"Did you find any clues?" The man nearly barked, his gaze filled with anger as he still held his composure in place.
"No, my lord, we thought the Uchiha woman was the one you searched for." The man in black and white by the name of Zetsu answered.
"I shared a sample of her chakra with all of you." The other man said, his voice filled with silent rage. "I even told you where to search for her."
"I'm sorry my lord, we confused her with the Uchiha woman, her chakra felt close enough compared to the sample you've given us." Zetsu said calmly.
"Her chakra can't even be remotely considered close to hers." His eyelids fell heavy over his eyes. "She always reincarnates within the borders of fire country; this time shouldn't be any different." He sighed in irritation.
"I'm aware my lord, but as of yet we still couldn't trace any lingering chakra that matched your criteria. Maybe she's not fully awake yet?"
"No, that can't be it." The other man shook his head and sighed deeply, as frustration nearly took over his body, bubbling to the edges of his toes. "I know she's out there, continue searching." His words were a command that demanded perfection to its fullest potential.
"She's the last one before it all ends." He stated coldly, pushing all the weary emotions away.
After all, untamed knew no fear.
Author's note
Yep, I told you chapter 20 is going to be BIG. I know all of you were thinking that Sakura's kekkei genkai was just an excuse for me to write smut…well you weren't wrong BUT that's not the whole point as there is a bigger picture behind all of this! I'm specifically setting up certain points in the story that will lead to several big events…that I YET can't introduce or spoil in anyway, but soon, really soon guys! I'm afraid every new chapter right now might be ending with a cliff-hanger and for that I'm really sorry, but right now my focus falls on developing big plot points and building tense scenes as we are slowly moving towards the conclusion. Let's just say I have a lot of work to do…
I wrote a little bit of everything this chapter, you got some smut, some jealousy and some tension and I hope the ending of the chapter shocked you at least a little bit, because I'm pretty sure most of you weren't expecting something like this.
Those of you who don't read my story on AO3 might not know, but we have around 10 chapters left till the end of the story, so we are more than half-way through…However, I'm hoping that the new plot-points that I will be introducing will be interesting enough to keep you guys hooked till the very end!
Now, tell me what did you think of this chapter? I assume the end might've shocked most of you, so I want to see your guesses in the comments. Who do you think the unknown LORD is? Do you think Sakura will get into the club successfully? I revealed a little bit of new information at the end of this chapter, so I want to know your thoughts on it. Most importantly, what do you expect to happen next?
I would like to say big thank you to my beta-reader Ellen (4miez), who is doing her best to proof-read my work as I'm blind enough to not spot my own mistakes and bad writing…lol.
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