A/N And now you know what he's gonna do, well I mean you will know...oh damit just read! (and review please!!!! I know you guys are pissed at me for not updating sooner..and this chap is really short)

Sakura stared in muted horror at the eldest Uchiha above her. He had pounced on her so quickly that she couldn't resist. Not that she could have if she wanted to. Her wrists were pinned above her head and almost his entire weight bore down on her slight frame. Gasping, she fixed her eyes on his and waited for him to either let her go, or strike her. She half expected him to kill her for her uninvited touch. When he made no move at all, her fear was slowly replaced by confusion.

Itachi gazed down at the young woman beneath him, a very strange feeling coming over him. He felt something in his chest tighten. He watched in rapt fascination as her expression changed from terror to confusion.

...She looked so vulnerable lying there

Sakura tried not to squirm when he still had not removed himself from on top of her. He may have been slim, but he was still a lot heavier than she was. His face was inches from hers and Sakura was becoming increasingly distraught over his inaction. Why wouldn't he move? Was he trying to crush her? Was he going to kill her?

His face was extremely close to hers. His eyes, at first she was shocked to see him without the sharingan activated, she thought at first they where coal grey but then she saw they certainly had more blue in them than black or grey, they were almost midgnight blue and sakura found herself thinking that he had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen, and now she found that she was unable to look away from those cold murderous eyes.

Was she in his sharingans illusion? Had she been caught in one of his genjutsu's? If he hadn't cast one then...what was this spell he was weaving around her? why couldnt she turn away or move?

Her wide frightened eyes where keeping him at a carefully measured distance. there was something peculiarly childlike in those eyes, he thought. a hurt child-or scared. it made him want to hurt her more, torture her, brake her, hear her scream for him! Just for his own twisted satisfaction and, at the same time it made him want to reach out and touch her reasuringly. His eyes slid over her small firm breasts and for a second he watched as they swelled with her breathing...her waist was narrow, her legs long and elegent but toned.

"please..." she started desperately, wheezing a bit from the effort of speaking.

The single word Sakura had managed to force out despite her heavy load and the sweet warm breath breathed out against Itachi's face gave conflicting signals to the eldest Uchiha. For a long moment, the downward motion he had been inching his head in was halted, his lips less than an inch from hers.

On one side, she was attractive, young, vulnerable and physically irresistible to him. On the other, she had just made him feel something that he outright refused to dwell on. It was obvious by the way she had whispered 'please' that Sakura was terrified and confused by his actions. Just that one word was enough to cause Itachi to realize what he was about to do, and to reconsider.

Suddenly his eyes bled back to crimson, his face-hardened, and he rolled off of her.

"You," he addressed Sakura quietly, "are to remain here." His tone cold, exiting the tent, he ordered Zetsu to guard it closely.

Where're you off to?" Kisame grunted from the fire-pit, attempting to cook breakfast. Luckily for Kisame, the only breakfast food they had left was porridge. Porridge was about the only food the shark man could cook competently.

Merely glancing at his partner, Itachi put on his straw hat and spun on his toes, cloak billowing behind him and he vanished into the shadowed trees.

To say that Uchiha Itachi had no emotions was quite ridiculous, he was human, and he had emotions, sadly yes, he felt anger, hatred, jelousy and was very much a man, but he also took pride in his ability to maintain his composure and control his emotions far better than most shinobi could.

But, his underlying purpose for leaving was to collect his thoughts away from the cause of his inner turmoil.

Itachi set out to untangle the new problems that were arising from this particular mission. Never before had Itachi been faced with such a dilemma. He hardly dared to put a name to what he was mentally struggling with.

It occurred to him that if sakura had not spoken in the tent, he would have kissed her. He felt an increasing sense of unease about what else may have happened after that particular contact. she couldn't of been that much more than 17 years of age.

It was painfully obvious to Itachi that he was physically attracted to her. He felt the physical pull every time he looked at her. That much was unavoidable. He could not force himself not to want her in that manor. Anyone who tried to do such a thing was a fool and would realize sooner or later that they could not control who they felt drawn to.

It was against his personal morals to take her uninvited, however. He refused to force a woman, regardless of who she was.

To pursue her, though, could, and would mean his eventual death. For him to take her was unthinkable and went against Akatsuki regulations. At least, he reflected coldly, it was unthinkable to do so out of mutual want.

Itachi found a nice stump to sit on and promptly ran his slender fingers over the hat.

He could not deny the attraction, the dream he had been experiencing when she woke him cemented that thought. Another thought forced its way into his mind and unbidden images flashed before his eyes, images of soft naked flesh, the faint scent of some dry citric perfume, two lovers, their bodies entwined together under the black silken sheets in their height of passion-this caused a growing knot of ciriosity, and his mind was quirvering on the borderline between revulsion and fascination. He stood abruptly, a frown tugging at the corners of his lips.

'I have been thinking too much into this foolishness.'

They would continue along as planned, finish off what little missions him and kisame had not of yet completed and get to headquarters without any more mishaps.

And then he would make her heal his eyes, but he knew it would take patience and a little persuasion on his part, but, with the right bait... you can catch any fish you want.

As itachi stepped into the camp, Kisame glanced up from where he was sharpening his kunai. After a cursory greeting –Itachi vanished into the tent to check on Sakura.

The young woman looked up from her fingernails as the Uchiha entered. She had not gotten much sleep after he left, mind in too much turmoil to concentrate on resting. Instead, she attempted to take her mind off her increasingly confusing circumstances by picking dirt out from under her fingernails.. It was bad enough she'd not had the opportunity to bathe since last week. She was pretty sure she was starting to smell like Zetsu.

Itachi, without any preliminary greeting, crouched in front of her to look her over. She definitely looked better. The remedy was doing its job, helping her body speed up the natural healing process.

"How are you feeling" His tone, implying that he couldn't care less.

"Stiff," came her even reply. She flexed her shoulders a bit trying to ease he aching muscles and grimaced in pain.

"Hn. Can you stand?"

Sakura shrugged. She had tried before and it had been painful. She started to very slowly shift her legs under her to allow herself to stand, Itachi obviously loosing patience roughly grabbed her by the wrist and dragged her to a standing position; ignoring her yelp of pain and the smouldering glare that he was rewarded with.

"All things considered, I'm okay," she informed him coldly after a few experimental bounces. She was too wrapped up in her own self-inspection to notice how his crimson gaze flicked over her chest as it rose and fell with the motion. As if remembering her situation, Sakura added, "Thank you, Itachi-Kun," her tone was dripping with scarcasm.

Before she could even gasp the small distance that was between them had been occupied , his tall form trapping her against the wall, looming above her threateningly.

"Listen and listen well kunoichi." He hissed in a deadly whisper, He cupped her cheek in his hand, the gentle and almost loving carress of his cold fingers traced along her jaw, then suddenly his grip was so tight that it was becoming painful. "I do not tolerate pertness, so I suggest from now on that you control that sharp tongue of yours, or I might just..." his eyes lingered on her lips for a split second before meeting her eyes again, "...cut if off."

His painted nails were digging further into her skin with agonizing slowlness, drawing blood. "Am I understood?"

"Y-yes itachi-san" sakura ground painfully out from beind clenched teeth, god it was taking everything she had to keep the tears back.

"Good girl." he whispered carefully beside her head, and sakura froze with fear and confusion when his lips lightly brushed against her ear and cheek as he pulled away, motioning for her to follow him out of the tent.

wow i reckon this chapter sucked cauz it was rushed and is very short and probably sounded reaaaaaly gay as well, I didn't have time to go over it and fix things up cauz my new pc is gettin hooked up today and i didn't really want do get what i've done so far to get wiped so i've had to post it, by now you guys must hate me real bad...I posted something at least...itachi cant keep his hands off of her, and i dont think sakura has caught on just yet...AND OMFG I've been working so much on my deisaku story that i will post soon, that I have been slacking off so terribly with this one! I KNOW HATE MEEEEEEEEE HATE MEE READERS I"M EVIL AND I KNOW IT FOR NOT MAKING THIS ALONG CHAP!!

-did I tell you guys that next chapter sakura is introduced to a certain, AWESOME, AMAZING, FLAWLESS, BLOND ARTIST NEXT CHAPTER? cheers for deidara and no, I have not forgot about naruto and the gang, there will be a bit of them next chapter, and yes that was a very short sasuke moment but I dont like the guy very much so I didn't want him to have a big part in this as of yet.

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE SOO LONG THAT THE SCROLL BAR WILL BE LIKE...TINY OR SOMETHING I SWEAR IT WILL BE SOO MUCH LARGER THAN THIS CHAPTER! IM LAZY AND A TERRIBLE WRITER! AND IT WILL MAKE SENSE! SORRYYYYYYY