Thanks for the reviews people! They have given me inspiration to keep on writing, though I might need a little help from you guys. (Severe writers block here) in probably chapter three or four they will arrive at the Akatsuki headquarters, and sakura will meet the family.
Should I make it a love triangle? Itachi likes sakura but sakura likes Deidara? Or Itachi& sakura with Deidara wanting Sakura…I cant decide. But for now ill keep it Itachi Sakura…
Deidara is so cool
"Where the hell is she?" Tsunade demanded, her brown eyes wide.
"We dont know, our whole squad got seperated in the confusion!!" said naruto. Kakashi stood next to him, and even through the calm exterior, an air of urgency was felt.
"She could be dead," Kakashi frowned, tapping his chin thoughtfully.
"How could you even say that!" Naruto crossed his arms. "She's still alive, believe it!" The blonde grit his teeth.
"Naruto we have to take what Kakashi said into consideration," The Hokage mimicked the chunin's actions. Naruto bristled and clenched his fists in rage.
"But if she where dead, I'm quite sure we would have found a body, as of yet there has been no sign of her." Tsunade rubbed her temples in distress. "I'll send an ANBU squad to scout our territory to look for her."
"She said she knew what she was doing," Naruto defended his teammate.
"Sakura is a very strong and intelligent shinobi." Kakashi began. "…so I there's a strong chance she's still alive."
"I want to go and help" The blonde stared intensely at the floor. 'She can't be dead, cant be!'
"I know you do Naruto, but we cannot risk it with the Akatsuki running around!"
"Please old lady, I know we can find her!"
Tsunade heaved another sigh.
after a few moments she came to a decision. "I'll request permission from the other Kages to allow one squad of our ninja to search their territories, but the possibility of finding her is still slim. Naruto, I hope your right and we'll find her."
"Gaara should be more than willing to help," Kakashi stated. "Especially considering he thinks highly of you." Naruto nodded, and turned his blue eyes to the Hokage.
"Naruto, take six other chunnin to each village leader and have them sign this scroll if they grant us permission." She tossed the parchment at the blonde, who stuffed it quickly into his breast pocket, before clipping the green flap back in place.
"This will take forever, though!" He growled.
"It's the best we can do," Kakashi sighed crossing his arms.
"I'll head for Suna first. Gaara might offer some extra help," He bowed.
"Do your best, Uzumaki," Tsunade inclined her head in return.
The moment Sakura awoke, she realized it had not been all one very bad dream as she had hoped it would be. Dark unfamiliar canopy met her eyes and she felt a severe ache in her shoulders from having her arms tied behind her back while she slept. Sitting up from her side, the young woman allowed her eyes to adjust to the dim of the early morning, sakura attempted to roll some of the stiffness out of her shoulder unsuccessfully.
With a groan, the young woman let her arms slump behind her and tugged uselessly at the bindings. This motion she regretted moments later as the chain clinked loudly, like an alarm Itachi was out of the tent to check on the cause. When his eyes lit upon sakura, his smirk grew. The older man walked towards her purposefully and landed a strong cuff on the side of her head. Yelping, Sakura fell to her side and cringed.
"Trying to escape so soon?" Itachi asked as his fingers hooked the collar of her red shirt and righted her. She felt the material strain as she was lifted to her feet and prayed it wouldn't rip. As bad as it was to be in the middle of the wilderness, being topless in only her dark bra and would be far worse.
She shook her head rapidly to his question and stared adamantly at her feet, refusing to look into his face. He took her posture as one of submission and released her. "Good," he muttered. "We have ground to cover." With as much roughness as he had handled her, Itachi yanked sakura to a standing position.
Much to Sakura's dismay, a gray drizzle began. She watched as the two captors disassembled the tent and bundled it onto a horse standing nearby. Its halter was tied, in turn, to another horse. A third mount stood beside the second, flicking its ears in annoyance at the rain. Sakura gaze travelled over the clearing and her breath caught in her throat at the sight of the creature crouching on a thick branch few meters away.
Her chin dropped in a silent scream, as a pair of amber eyes met her own terrified saucers. The creature before her was a hybrid between a Venus flytrap and a human. Two enormous jaws encased a multicoloured head topped with shaggy green hair. The left side of the face was black, and looked ready to disembowel her, while the right was a sickly white, but looked more surprised than hostile. The creature took its time surveying the new addition. She noticed it was wearing the Akatsuki cloak, and attempted to calm herself with deep breaths swallowed.
Itachi approached the pink haired kunoichi while Kisame double-checked everything tied to the packhorse or to their mounts was secure. Methodically, as if it had been done hundreds of times over, itachi reached Sakura, he eyed her for a moment before untying her and dragging her further over to the horses. Without a word, he shoved her forward and tied her wrists more tightly than she thought necessary. Without warning, she squeaked in pain as the rope dug into her skin, jerking slightly away from the Uchiha. She was rewarded with another cuff and a grunt from Itachi to keep still and quiet.
"Zetsu." said Itachi; he straightened and cast a motion toward the giant Venus flytrap that had been eyeing sakura, Sakura watched in horror as the plant's human lips peeled back into a feral grin, revealing jagged teeth.
It lumbered forward with a sickeningly smooth motion, belying a killing grace. The young woman watched him approach with rapt attention, not trusting this creature any more than she trusted the cold-blooded murderer who repeatedly smacked her when she made any sort of noise or resistance. "Now," Itachi said smoothly, addressing Zetsu. "We have an extra special guest to today." His dark tone was sarcastic as his hand dropped heavily onto the top of Sakura's messy hair. His fingers curled into it and Sakura held back a gasp as her head was tugged for emphasis. "Sakura," he turned his red gaze to the young woman who's hair he grasped, forcing her to look at him and not at the other Akatsuki, "If you make any attempt to flee, Zetsu will track you down and slowly devour you alive. Understand?" Zetsu's eyes watched sakura hungrily after that statement.
"Yes, Itachi-san," she whispered in reply, not able to nod her head as he held it firmly in place. She had no doubt the killing power of the other Akatsuki member.
"Good girl," Itachi whispered back, no actual praise in his voice. He released her and turned to Kisame. Words were exchanged quickly and both mounted their horses. Taking point, Itachi attached her chain to the rear of his saddle. Kisame rode behind sakura, leading the packhorse.
Without a word to warn sakura that she was to start walking, Itachi urged his horse into a fast walk, causing Sakura to pitch forward violently. A quick stumble and a rather undignified squawk later, the young woman trudged grudgingly behind her captor.
The rain was progressively turning the paths they took into a giant quagmire. It only took one half of an hour for Sakura to lose a sandal in the mud. Her request to stop and retrieve the footwear fell on deaf ears and the girl had to make her way with only one shod foot until some twenty minutes after that when her second sandal fell victim to the sucking mud. Completely miserable, the girl ignored her frozen, mud caked feet and mindlessly kept the tail end of Itachi's mount at the top of her vision.
She envied the others and their knee length boots. They all had been equipped for travel, while sakura was in her soft red shirt, sandals and a pair of shorts. Her most expensive and nice outfit was now splattered with mud and clinging to her skin. She cursed her fashion sense of wearing a dark bra under her red colored shirt as the drizzle-turned-downpour turned her previously smooth and non-see-through top transparent. Her feet clipped often on protruding roots and rocks. Fixating on her clothing, however vain such a thought was considering the circumstances, prevented Sakura from falling into complete despair at her situation.
Despite the muck covering the path, Itachi's pace did not falter and Sakura felt hard-pressed to keep up in her conditions. It was tempting to tear off her shirt, to stop it from sticking to her, but doing so would be the last resort in the young shinobi's mind.
It was the third time in ten minutes that Sakura tripped and stumbled into the mud. Using the pull of the horse in front of her, she struggled to get to her feet before Kisame behind her tread upon her back. She needn't have bothered getting up as a boot collided with the back of her head, causing the young woman to fall face first into the mud once more. Sputtering a mouth full of inky-black dirt, Sakura glared at Itachi's partner sitting smugly on his horse. Her look rewarded her with another boot to the head. Leaning down in his saddle, Kisame snagged the woman by her hair and hauled her up in the mud. "Fall down again kunoichi, and I'll feed you to Zetsu" he released her, and rode back behind to the packhorse.
Itachi gazed over his shoulder with what could only be seen as boredom, although the corners of his mouth turned down slightly at the sight of his partner kicking the smaller, weaker female in the head not once but twice. That was over doing it a bit. When Kisame made no move to kick a third time and merely snapped a few words at the girl, Itachi let it drop. The pink haired kunoichi looked up and met his gaze "Keep glaring like that, and I will feed you to Zetsu." Itachi smirked with satisfaction to see the girl straighten herself; She seemed fairly chastised and none-too-frightened at the thought.
Regardless of the warnings, Sakura grew very tired and she slipped a number of times. Each time resulted in a stumble to the mud, a halt in with the horses, and a rather hard kick from the mounted Kisame. By the last kick she was given, Sakura's head was spinning and she no longer found the strength to stand back up. Closing her eyes, the young woman lay in the mud, feeling the substance ooze into her shirt as the rain pattered down on her prone form. She sensed more than felt herself being lifted from the mud and placed on something more solid. She didn't open her eyes to check before darkness swirled behind her eyelids and the blackness overtook her.
"Next time, stay out of it." Warned Itachi, as he brushed past Kisame toward the prone figure of Sakura laying in the mud. The horses had been seen to, fed, and fastened to a stake for the night, Zetsu had left to report to leader and would be back in a few hours.
Itachi's Akatsuki cloak pooled around his feet as he knelt next to Sakura, and surveyed the girl. A large bruise was spreading across the girl's temple were the last kick had found it's mark. Although hidden by her hair, Itachi could feel lumps were previous kicks had landed.
"Get off it," Kisame ground out, glaring at the weak kunoichi his partner was nursing. Itachi was currently wrapping the girl's head in bandages covered in a healing salve. "This runt's from Konoha, incase you've forgotten."
"Leaf she may be. Hostage she is also." Itachi fastened the bandages with a clip and sat back on his heels. "If she's telling the truth, she's Sakura Haruno. It would be in our best interest not to kill her before we get back to headquarters."
"I didn't kill her, now did I?" Kisame fisted his hands before folding them across his chest with a growl. "A good kick here or there will get her moving."
Itachi was quiet for a moment while watching Sakura's breathing to detect any abnormality. Her chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic pattern. He looked emotionlessly over to Kisame before speaking. "The girl is my responsibility until we get to headquarters. If you kill her before we get there, I will personally hold you responsible when Leader guts us alive. It should be obvious to you that she is a skilled medic nin, many of her injuries have already healed themselves, but treating her as you do will result in her death in a matter of days."
Kisame took a threatening step towards his partner, fists now held at his sides. "Why are you protecting her?" He waved a hand toward the girl. "You should be as ready as I to kill her without a moment's notice."
"And I would be, too, if I were as foolish as you," Itachi said coolly, standing and placing himself between the young woman and his partner. "Kisame, think about it for a second and let your pea-sized brain grasp this concept." The insults caused his partner to bristle, but Itachi pushed on with his logic. "She's Sakura Haruno, or so we will assume until we find out otherwise. Alive, she will be of great use to us. Dead, she is worth nothing. Do you comprehend why I'm trying to keep her alive now? Even if she's not returned to her village, she will sell for enough just for the infamy her name carries. What wealthy persons wouldn't want to buy her and flaunt the fact that he has Haruno bending to his will? Think, you dimwit!" Itachi flicked Kisame in the forehead sharply as the slower individual seemed to catch onto the idea that Itachi was trying to force into his head.
"Fine. I won't kill her before we get back," Kisame agreed after what seemed like an eternity, As an Akatsuki, his only job was along the lines of hack and slash. Brains were not a prerequisite, it would seem. Itachi had always been one of the brilliant minded members of the Akatsuki and tended to grasp concepts at more than twice the speed of his counterpart. It was frustrating to watch the gears in Kisame's brain grind away at an idea for over an hour before it would sink in. Thankfully, in the case of Sakura, putting a monetary concept over her head was easy enough for Kisame to understand.
"Good. Now move. I need to put her inside the tent." Lifting Sakura took little to no effort for the eldest Uchiha and he carried her bride-style in his arms. He watched her face as drops of rain hit it. There was a flinching response that indicated she would wake soon. Most likely with a splitting headache and a muddled memory of what happened to her.
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There second chapter, hope you peoples like it enough for me to continue!