I don't own Naruto - VZ

"Listen kid…. I know you're pretty upset. Hell, we all are. But you shouldn't hide yourself in your room like that." The gruff voice of Kisame drifted through the wood of the door. The pinkette chose to ignore it and continue to cover herself with fluffy blankets. Hoping to forget the last few hours in the comforts of her soft and large bed.

"It's useless just sitting in there." He added.

Sakura smirked to herself; she was laying on the mattress not the floor.

"Or hiding under the sheets."

The smile slid off her face almost immediately.

"C'mon open up squirt. I've got you're favorite sweets…." His voice and words sounded like he was bribing her. Unfortunately, it was working.

Soundlessly, she crept out of from under the covers and across the room, turning the knob and opening the door. Revealing a very tall and a very blue mist-nin with an armload of her favorite goodies.

She didn't say anything, neither did he. Sakura simply held open the door and let him into her room, closing it once he entered.

They both sat on her bed silently yet she made sure to gather her blankets and pile them up on the right side, since the large man was busy sitting on the left. The pinkette grabbed a dango stick and burrowed herself into her sheets, munching the entire time.

Kisame saw this and chuckled, shaking his head at her cute antics. He found it adorable how childish the medic-nin could act when not on the battlefield. This thought reminded him of her earlier spar with Sasori. Where she had fought with wit and strength, thoroughly impressing not only him but also the rest of the Akatsuki members. They all watched with rapt attention to her every move, which was done with skill and grace that rivaled even the most experienced ninjas of their had heard of her physical and mental prowess from the puppet master himself. But he could never get tired of seeing her out on the field, her moves so fluid and elegant that he thought she was dancing instead of dodging the weapons that Sasori mercilessly threw at her.

Kisame was suddenly perturbed by everyone else's reaction to the pink haired kunoichi. He inwardly scowled just thinking about the rest of his team mate's response to the young woman fighting with the red head. Their faces were filled with awe, respect and...lust. The need to clobber them on the spot was so strong and appealing that he almost did, his fingers were twitching for his large sword which was wrapped in bandages. Hidan was basically asking for it, his eyes were roving up and down her body ceaselessly. He seemed fidgety, as if he couldn't control himself. The mist-nin almost groaned at the sight of his face, his jaw was hanging wide open with drool dribbling down his chin. Kisame couldn't blame him; even he had to admit that he wore a similar expression when Sakura had sliced her yukata up to her thighs. The blood red fabric contrasted with her soft, pale skin. She didn't seem to even notice the effect she had on the men in the area, she was too preoccupied with her opponent at the moment. Just recalling the ripped yukata had him feeling agitated and nervous. No, he wasn't worried about the cost of the dress or the material getting ruined. In fact, he was more concerned about her creamy skin being exposed to the many men in the training facility. The mist-nin felt the strong desire to cover her body from leering eyes. But while he pondered on his thoughts and impulses while he was out buying the pinkette' s favorite snacks. And then he came to a rather strange conclusion; the odd thing was, he was fine with her bare like that. Just not with anyone else around, only with him. Only for him.

Kisame was instantly edgy, unsure of his thoughts and feelings when a certain medic-nin was involved.

"What are you thinking about?" A sweet and tentative voice pulled him out of his troubled thoughts.

Green eyes were curious and searched his own.

Sakura had been quiet while he was mulling over the recent events in his mind. Keeping herself busy with eating the many sweets he had brought.

"Nothin' much kid. I'm just being the awesome guy that I am and cheer you up with food." He said with his signature shark-like grin.

Sakura smiled at his thoughtfulness, taking another bite of dango with she nodded. Agreeing with his statement of cheering her up. In truth, it was almost working. The sweets coupled with his easy company was pleasant and was helping her forget a particular red head. But she was instantly intrigued, after reminiscing about her kiss with Sasori. Sakura wondered why he did such a thing. To rile her up even more? No, there were other much more effective ways. For his own twisted sort of fun? Maybe…..but still. And so, she gulped and forced herself to look the mist-nin in the eye. Asking him the question that has been stuck in her head since the moment Sasori dared to plunder her mouth with his own.

"Why do you think he did that?"

Kisame was stumped, hesitant to answer the young woman next to him. Of course he knew why, he just didn't want to tell her. He feared for her reaction to the information that he was not inclined to give. Would she reject the puppet master's feelings or accept them? Questions and fears buzzed through his head like a swarm of bees. Making him slightly dizzy and very much annoyed. Kisame was conflicted, he wanted to ease her worries and troubles. Answer her doubts and questions with nothing but the truth. This compelling need was irritating to say the least. Since when did he have a moral compass? And since when did it start pointing north? No….since when did it start pointing to the blossom before him? Ever since she arrived, all he thought about was if she was comfy enough. Fed well, taken care of…..this scared him.

He grit his teeth as he looked into her green eyes, which were bright and so innocent looking. Kisame glanced at the rest of her features. Pink brows furrowed in confusion, unblemished skin, and her face framed with short cherry locks. And lastly, her lips, pursed and looking very tempting….so full and pink….so inviting and….

Oh fuck, he was so going to hell for this.

Swallowing up the courage, and uttering a silent prayer to Kami, he did something he was really not supposed to do.

Just like the red head did hours before, the mist-nin closed the distance between them and crushed his lips to hers.

To say Sakura was shocked was a serious understatement. If someone told her that two missing-nins would kiss her all in the span of one day, she would have advised them to go to a mental ward immediately. Maybe even punch them for thinking such insane and impossible things in the first place. Though the pair of lips currently glued to hers would disagree with that statement. Hours ago, she was too shocked to really register Sasori' s kiss with all her senses. But here she was, in her room, caged in Kisame' s bulky arms. Feeling every sensation he was inflicting on her sore and tired body. A part of her wondered if she should be now labeled a slut, for kissing two men in less than a few hours. But then a larger much more annoying part of her (Inner) justified that she was the injured party. Being ravished without her consent or permission. Sakura would roll her eyes now and retort scathingly back to Inner if she wasn't so preoccupied with the man atop her. Their legs were tangled and they were both panting.

Kisame was even considerate enough to hold his weight above hers, thanks to the help of his muscles in both his arms.

But then the mist-nin wanted to feel more of her, so he lowered himself slowly. Until his body was aligned with hers perfectly, chest to chest, hip to hip. Suddenly, the piles of blankets have been pushed aside by his large hands and she was no longer hidden from his view or body. She knew that he could feel every curve,dip and line of her form. How did Sakura know this? Well, because she could feel every bit of his sinewy muscles and his toned torso. Inner practically had a nose bleed after feeling his rock hard abs pressed against her upper body.

He tentatively, caressed the exposed part of her leg with his thumb, almost groaning at the softness of her skin.

Sakura was so confused, would she kiss back? If she did then it may be considered as accepting him like this. But did she want him like that? Yes! her body urged her to respond. However, she knew that doing this…with a missing-nin…..an Akatsuki member was wrong…yet why did it feel so right?

Out of curiosity, the pinkette opened her lips, granting him entry to her moist cavern.

The mist-nin didn't miss a beat, instantly plundering her mouth with tenacity.

At some point, she needed air. Not him though, obviously he could handle the lack of oxygen.

As she struggled to calm herself down, he moved onto her neck. Tasting and suckling her sensitive skin just below the ear. His warm weight atop hers was comfortable as he nipped and licked her neck. Slowly but surely dipping lower and lower. When the length of his nose brushed her cleavage, the pinkette returned to her senses.

Gathering her wits, she pushed him off her body. He backed away with no complaint, still dazed from her lush body and soft lips.

After the lust filled fog of his mind cleared, Kisame met her eyes. He feared her rejection because of his occupation in life and his past deeds. Although that didn't begin to cover his initial fear. Which was his skin color. Not many women found blue men attractive. Naturally, he would be frightened by her scalding rejection. But what he saw had him baffled. Sakura looked at him with surprise, not fear but astonishment. This gave Kisame hope, so he bowed down his head to hide his blushing face (most probably purple) and fled from the room, After he apologized and promised to bring more snacks the next day. Leaving a very confused medic-nin behind in a heap of blankets.

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"I hate it..." He trailed off, his tone was filled with fury and his hands gripping her own tightened.

"I don't understand...hate what?" Sakura questioned him, stalling the man before her while she pondered how to escape yet another intimate and compromising position.

"How such a low life can claim something that does not belong to him." He then pressed his body against hers, effectively pushing her into the hard concrete of the wall.

"What are you talking about?" She struggled under his strong hold.

"Don't play dumb, it's unbecoming Sakura." He muttered darkly. "Sasori of the red sand. I heard him declare you his in the midst of your battle. And I despise him for it." Suddenly, he used one of his hands to cup the side of her face. Then it trailed down the curve of her cheek and his fingers rested at the base of her chin. He used his forefinger and thumb to grasp her chin and tilt her face up, bringing it closer to his.

"So? it doesn't matter because I'll never be his." She said resolutely.

Her words seemed to please him, for a smile appeared on his lips.

"Good." Itachi whispered against her lips, his eyes never leaving hers.

Till next time! - VZ