That was the last thing she remembered before she woke up in Sasuke's bed with a very naked youngest Uchiha, no clothes, his arm around her waist and Itachi standing in the doorway with murder written across his face.

"Oh. My God," Sakura choked, sitting up and clutching the covers to her unclothed chest. The shirt Ino gave her was hanging from Sasuke's ceiling fan, along with the thing that could barely pass as underwear that she wore last night. Her shoes and jeans were at the bottom of the bed, along with Sasuke's wife beater, shorts and boxers. A condom wrapper was next to the bed.

Well, on the brighter side of this situation, at least Sasuke used protection...

Then her eyes found Itachi's, and she could have sworn that her stomach collapsed. He was angrier than ever. She knew she crossed some line that existed, even if they never even talked. She slept with his brother after denying him. She slept with Sasuke even though Itachi had been sending her signals all month. She felt horrible. She felt like a slut, a dirty one at that, she noted, when she was almost too sore to move. Her memories of last night after leaving the club were fuzzy. She remembered how amazing the sex was, however.

God, she felt like a whore.

Sakura wrapped the towel around her petite frame and escaped from Sasuke's bed, leaving him his duvet. He groaned and rolled over to her, eyes squinted. His vision was blurry.

"Sakura, where are you-" his eyes caught Itachi's and the awkward tension in the room immediantly shifted to a murderous one. "Get out of my room, Itachi."

"Hn," was his brilliant reply. He was too mad to care at this point. Once Sakura got in reach, he grabbed her and slammed Sasuke's door. He heard Sasuke cuss him out but he could have cared less. He dragged Sakura into his room and shut the door, locking it for safety. "Explain yourself. Now."

Her body shook in fear of how demanding he was. She bit her lip, trying to gather her thoughts from the past twenty-four hours. She remembered going to the club. She remembered things getting out of hand on the dance floor. She remembered him dragging her into the empty room. She remembered freaking out. She remembered not knowing why she was freaking out. She remembered how mad he was when she left the club. And then the rest, apart from her walking into the wrong house, was a blur of Sasuke and her doing things she normally would have only dreamed of.

"I-" she choked. She wanted to cry so badly, but she refused to let herself. "Where do you want me to start?" she asked after she took in several deep breaths, a trick she used at work when the hospital needed her to remain calm and to the point.

"Why did you freak out last night?" he asked. He knew that asking her why the fuck she slept with his brother after he wanted her for a solid month was a little too straight forward at this point, no matter how badly he wanted to yell at her.

"I... I didn't know what I was doing. It didn't feel... right, to me. I can't explain it," Sakura said, crossing her arms and walking over to his window, peering out into the morning light. "I just... spazzed. I don't know. It didn't feel right. I felt like I was doing something completely wrong. I felt like I was betraying some one."

"And who would that be?" he asked, more venom in his voice than she expected, even though she should have been expecting him to murder her with the closest available weapon for being the dirty whore that she was.

She thought hard about it. Why had she felt that way last night? Was it because of her lack of experience with men? Was it because of her nervousness around him? She knew neither of those would have stopped her if there hadn't been one person in the way...

"Sasuke. I felt like I was betraying Sasuke," she said, tears falling from her eyes. Itachi's anger rose ten-fold, but he tried to remain calm.

"Why? You've never been together," he scoffed. He wanted to punch himself now. That came out great.

"I've loved him since the day he showed up on my doorstep when we were fourteen!" Sakura shot back, anger now very clear in her voice, more so than his. "I've pined for him to love me back since freshman year. He never thought of me that way until I walked into your house last night. I was hammered, I walked into the wrong house, and he was sitting there playing video games. He asked me if I wanted to play and that's the last thing I remember. I don't even think he loves me at all. I know he was just using me for a quick fuck. I'm in love with him Itachi, but I'm not stupid!"

She was facing him now, eyes demanding and hard on his. Demanding his understanding. He didn't have any. She continued. "I know that I'm a whore. I know that it was wrong for me to act that way to you when you tried to express how you felt at the club. I know I'm the equivalent of a dirty whore right now. I know you should slap me. I want to slap myself. But I'm sorry. I can't get over him, Itachi. Not after so many years of being with him. I tried to get over him. Last year I thought I was, even a month ago, I was fine. I told myself that, anyway. But last night..." she trailed off, turning back to the window, "last night ruined all my efforts of getting over him. Every. Single. One."

Itachi stared hard at her back. Why was she being so foolish. Love was stupid, a waste of time. How could she do this to him in the name of her love for some one else? She saw his confused stare in the reflection of the glass.

"Don't tell me you've never loved anyone before," Sakura said, looking at him. Itachi shook his head. Sakura sighed, anger apparent but she kept it inside well.

"If you've never loved, I can't really expect you to understand, I guess." She sighed, defeated. "I don't really expect you to talk to me ever again. I understand if you want to slap me. But right now, I think I'm just going to grab some clothes and leave."

Five minutes later, Sakura was out of his house. Sasuke was in his room, head in his hands while he sat on his bed redressed. He heard everything Sakura had said. And he knew she was right. He saw the way Itachi had been looking at her. He saw the way Itachi talked to her. It was obvious how Itachi felt about Sakura, even if Itachi himself failed to understand said feelings. Sasuke should have never taken advantage of her like that. While the morning light blinded his eyes and his head pounded from knowing how big he had fucked up, a plan formed deep in the back of his head.

And that plan was to get Sakura to love Itachi no matter what.