/ "Ino! Ino! Hold on Ino, please reach for me." She ran after her best friend reaching out trying to grab her, to pull her back, to keep her from going over the edge after the man who had just killed Choji.

Sakura slid on the sharp rocks cutting and biting into her legs, her arms reaching out to capacity, her fingers stretching, trying with everything she had to grasp her friend's hand as she started to slide over the edge of the cliff, but she couldn't and Ino fell to her death.

Again, Sakura fell short, she was left wanting, she was hopeless and just not good enough. She was weak.

"Ino!" /

She woke to being strangled by her sheets, bad dream. She grabbed the kunai from her nightstand and sliced at the sheets desperately trying to free herself, cutting herself in her haste and frustration. She lay there, released from the linen prison breathing heavily, blood slipping down her sides to soak into her bed.

Too late she realized, she wasn't alone. Rolling out of bed in a whirl she came to a crouch kunai in hand glancing around her bedroom for the threat.

"Too slow Doll." He drawled. "I could have killed you ten times over, ten different ways."

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, get out of my bed!"

He continued to talk as if he hadn't heard her, "There are so many other things to do in a bed though hum?" One red eye, one darkest coal, met vibrant pissed off green.

"I hear you haven't taken another lover to...ease your frustrations with." He looked her over noting her tense stance and haggard breathing. Her hair fell down her back in a tangled mess, her cheeks were puffy and eyes bright.

"I know you aren't interested in filling the position for all your crudeness, you just do it to irritate me. What do you want?" She lowered her weapon but kept it in hand as she sat on the end of her bed.

The Copy Nin pulled out a small scroll commonly used as add-ons to regular mission scrolls. "The situation has changed, I am now taking the assasination and infiltration mission with you, and we leave right now princess."

She grabbed the scroll from his hand and ripped it open reading furiously. "Of all the fucking, damn it, I fucking hate you the most!" She went to her closet and threw a bag out of it onto her bed followed by clothes, weapons, a book and wires.

The Copy Nin watched her in amusement as she huffed around her room trying very hard not to look at him.

Sakura was in the process of picking up a hairbrush when he stilled and rose from his sitting position on her bed.

"I'll be going now, you have company. Meet at the gate, don't be too long." And he was gone.

Itachi jumped through her window a moment later, looking around her room, his gaze landing on the indent on the side of her bed he had always occupied. His gaze followed the whirlwind that was his ex-lover around her room as she ripped her hair brush through her delicate tresses and shoved dainty feet into hard knee high boots.

"You have a mission. With him." Itachi didn't say who he thought "him" was, they both knew he knew. Itachi wasn't just a sensor, he was just gifted and could sense chakra signatures almost as good as the fourth Hokage, Minato could sense anyone on the continent, anywhere on the continent. It was really annoying if you were his Ex-lover and wanted to be alone.

"Yes, I'm leaving right now." She finished putting her hair up in a high ponytail that trailed down her back.

"He asked to be put on your mission, be careful." Itachi told her as she hopped out her window and ran to the gate.

-Why the fuck would he do that...fucking Copy Nin-

Itachi pulled a small box from his cloak and placed it on her side of the bed, closed and locked her window to her bedroom and left out her front door locking it from the inside.

He was by the gate, supposedly relaxed but she could see the tension in his eye as she approached. It had always been this way between them, seeing but not saying, being but not there.

"Come on old man, let's get going if we're going." She walked by him in her regular nin gear. They wouldn't need to change into their Anbu gear for a few days yet.

"Yes Dear." He sneered at her as he fell into step beside her.

She really fucking hated him.

They didn't speak all day, even when they stopped for the night and made camp. She sat beside the fire she had built roasting fish she caught, reading a poetry book she always carried with her on missions that were sure to have her spilling a lot of blood.

He sat with his own book, of porn, on the other side of the fire, roasting a rabbit he had caught, not looking at her.

They spent most of their time not looking at one another, not talking, ignoring that one another existed.

When their food was ready, they ate, when night came, he took the first watch and she slept.

An hour later she sat bolt upright on her sleeping mat, sweat shimmering on her face in the firelight. She wiped her face with trembling hands then looked around. It was just a dream, Hawk's head hadn't really been talking to her.

A red eye stared at her through the dark from a tree overhead as she stifled a rare cry and laid back down.

Morning came and she woke realizing he hadn't woken her for her watch.

"Why didn't you wake me for my watch?" She asked him as they packed up their camp.

"You needed to sleep more than me." He was uncharacteristically bland in his response, and as if he realized it he added, "You look terrible this morning Darlin, do you need more beauty rest? I could go kill them on my own if you like."

"Fuck you asshole." She said, but she had noticed.

A day and a half later they scouted around their targets stronghold. It wasn't going to be easy. Originally, recon had said the target and a smaller band was traveling east and would be easily intercepted, but now, she understood why the Copy Nin was there, it would take them both to get in and out alive.

It had been a year since Hawk and Otter had died, a year since the slaughtered nameless Konoha nin had been murdered, but she felt the sweat tickle down the back of her neck and her fists clenched at her sides. She was scared. It made her sick.

Blood had become second nature to her, violence an outlet, she enjoyed killing, she excelled in it. She was going to throw up. Where was her hatred, where was her anger...weakness, she growled at herself, she was weak...again. She shifted her weight restlessly, drawing the eye of the Copy Nin.

The Copy Nin grabbed her by the neck and they disappeared, they reappeared deeper in the forest, he slammed her back up against the tree and glared at her with both eyes, one black, one red.

"Where is your fire, find it again or we will both die here tonight." He growled at her as he dug his fingers into her throat. He gave one last squeeze for emphasis and let go, she dropped to the ground at his feet.

Her long hair hung in her face having come loose in his haste to draw her away from the stronghold. She made no move to push it back. It was a testament to her strength. She had cut it, when she was younger, weaker, during the Chunin exams when she was held by a fellow combatant. It was long now because no one could touch her, no one would use it against her now, she was too strong. It was a show of her pride in herself. Now though, it hung around her face hiding her fear and doubt.

Disgusting, Kakashi thought. He was disgusted with the Uchiha. He had no idea what he had taken from her that night. By saving her, them, he had stripped her of her pride, everything she had worked for, gone in a flash. She had banished him from her bed that night and had never looked at the Uchiha again. He should have let both of them die that night.

"Sakura." He said her name like a curse. "Do you need me to help you feel alive. Remind you who you are?"

"I am already dead inside, what is the point. We both should have died that night and you know it." She couldn't even bring her voice higher than a whisper. "I am a ghost."

The Copy Nin dropped to his knees beside her and took her chin in his hand. "You are a Wolverine Sakura." He kissed her hard, forcing her chin up, her mouth up to meet his.

He lifted her by her chin pulling her neck, kissing her, biting her lips, her tongue. She didn't even resist, she let him. "A wolverine! Now bite me back!" Anger took him. He pulled her hair, twisting it up painfully with both of his hands, slamming her against the tree with his larger body. She whimpered into his mouth, not in pleasure, in resignation. "Fucking bite me Sakura! Or did Ino die in vain? Did you only pretend to be strong for her!"

-What?-

She fucking snapped.

"I'm not weak!" She started to push against him, fighting him now. He sneered at her and forced his mouth over hers again biting her lip till they tasted blood.

"Look at you, pinned to a tree by a man almost twice your age. I'm going to use your body Sakura, like you used Itachi's, I'm going to fuck you and keep you in my bed for my own convenience, whenever I have the ...urge." He turned her around then and shoved her pants down, hand reaching around and forcefully rubbing her sensitive pussy, knees pried her legs apart and he gripped her hair bending her forward. "I'm going to fuck you till you feel alive, I'm going to hurt you till you fight back, fight me Sakura, or are you really that weak still, fight me."

He thrust his cock up into her and she screamed out, struggling against him. He laughed at her pitiful display and fucked her harder, bark scraping her exposed stomach where he was hiking her shirt up, he twisted and pinched her nipples cruely, laughing again.

"So weak." He mouthed into her ear, kicking her legs out, backing up and bending her over farther, pressing her cheek to the rough bark of the tree, it hurt.

She kicked back, but he lifted her and bucked his cock farther into her, she tried to turn and claw at him with her nails but he caught her hand in his and sucked on her fingers. He lifted her up and turned her mid air her back slamming to the ground as he continued to fuck her in the dark, his body covering hers.

He looked her in the eye, he was going to come and he wanted her to see it, he wasn't pulling out, and she headbutted him so hard he let go of her arms, with chakra infused hands she lifted and threw him from her.

She stood panting over him. "Fuck you Kakashi!"

He grinned up at her, his pants shamelessly down around his ankles, his hard cock resting against his abdomen, "Isn't that what we were just doing Sakura?"

She pulled his legs flat and crawled on top of him taking his cock in her hand and lowering down onto it, on top of him. Her hips started moving from front to back, she lifted up off of him a little then slammed back down over his cock and he moaned, gripping her by the hips pressing into her. She leaned over and kissed him, biting his lip drawing blood, just as he had done to her moments before.

"I'm not Itachi Sakura. I'm not going to be a vice, your drug. If I have you, I want all of you." Kakashi bit her ear and spoke the words into her neck as she moved over him.

"I know, Kakashi." She breathed sliding up and over, and up and over again.

"Sakura, so close , don't stop , keep going, so close." He gripped her hips almost painfully, there would be more bruises there in the morning. He ground up and into her faster until. "Mmmm uuhmmm."

She settled over him kissing his mouth, his arms trailing up and down her back, then pulling her down so she lay over top of him. "Welcome back, now let's go take out that compound and go home."