I DO NOT NARUTO

"Sakura." She heard a voice talking to her softly. A gentle hand stroked over her hair and tucked a strand behind her ear. She snuggled deeper into the warm blankets and let out a small mew of protest. She felt a chuckle vibrate through the pillow she was laying on. Wait, the pillow was laughing? Groggily, she opened her eyes to find that she naked as the day she was born, cuddled up to an equally naked Itachi Uchiha who was smirking down at her.

With a small shriek of shock, she leapt out of the bed, and starred at him in shock. When she saw his eyes doing a slow sweep of her body, she eeped and snatched the blankets off the bed to cover herself with. Which, of course, meant that his body was displayed in all it's awesome glory. Unconsciously, she bit her lip as she surveyed him from his shapely feet up to his six-pack, past the perfect pecs, and to his handsome face. He was waiting for her to look into his eyes, and he quirked an arched eyebrow at her. She flushed gently, until she noticed that his manhood was reacting to her perusal of his body. She turned beet red and shut her eyes as she heard him chuckle.

"As much as I would like to take advantage of your obvious interest, I have a mission. I will inform my father about the betrothal, and I suggest that you meet up with my mother soon. She will be able to help you get settled in by the time I get back." He told her complacently as he rose to get dressed.

"What are you talking about Itachi? I didn't agree, in fact, I distinctly remember tell you no." She told him, as her shock was giving way to irritation. He turned to her and pinned her down on the bed, kissing her on the neck. Intense spasms of pleasure washed through her womb, and she was helpless to stop the sharp moan that rose to her lips.

"I don't have time to reinforce the lesson, but as soon as I am finished with my mission, I will be happy to give you a refresher course." He told her huskily.

At his words, her mind was swapped with images, and she began pushing at him angry and scared beyond any point she could remember being. He had actually used his Sharigan against her! Just as she was getting ready to pump chakra into her hands and force him off of her, he bit that spot on her neck, and she screamed as an intense orgasm swept over her. Sakura laid under him, panting heavily as her body calmed down.

"What have you done to me?" She asked him in a small voice. Itachi frowned as he examined her. As he reached out towards her, she cowered away from his touch.

"Sakura?" He asked gently. Again, he tried to touch her, but she shied away from him. He slowly took her face in between his hands and forced her to look him in the eyes. What he saw there shocked him. She was terrified. He frowned, and then closed his eyes in pain. He had pushed her too far. He hurt the one person who was most important to him.

Too late, he understood that he had gone about his whole courtship the wrong way. Sakura was a woman that prided herself on her intelligence and self-control. By forcing his will on her, taking away her control over her body, he had violated her as surely as if he had raped her. Cussing silently and fluently to himself, Itachi placed her back under with his sleep jutsu, then quickly dressed her. Carefully, he gathered her into his arms and transported them to his room in the Uchiha compound, where he tenderly tucked her into his bed, and then went to find his mother. She was in the kitchen, making his favorite rice balls. She glanced up as he walking in, a small smirk on her face until she saw his face.

"What's wrong? Is someone hurt?" She watched in shock as he crossed the kitchen quickly, and did something he hadn't done since he was a small boy. He fell to his knees, and hugged her tightly, his face tucked into her stomach. She hugged him back, stroking his hair, as he shook. Finally, he calmed down, and pulled away from her, standing in front of her, his head bowed in shame.

"What is it?" She asked gently.

"Mother, I-" He stopped and she noticed the shame in his eyes. Her eyes narrowed to slits.

"What have you done?" She asked accusingly, as pushed him away from her. He took a step back, but held his ground.

"I went to Sakura, but she said no, so I-" He broke off, unable to say it out loud. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and then he was seeing stars at the right hook Mikoto hit him with.

"What did you do to Sakura, Itachi!" His mother screamed as she got right up in his face.

"I used the jutsu Father taught me. But she didn't react the way he told me she would. Physically she reacts, but Mother, she fears me." He told her, his voice reflecting his pain and shame clearly.

"God, I could just kill that man! He promised me that I was the last one that would be used on! He swore to me that he would burn the scroll! That bastard!" Itachi watched in shock as his mother paced back in forth in front of him, the killing intent coming from her almost as formidable as his own.

"I thought you said that Father groveled at your feet?" He dared to ask. His mother whipped around to face him.

"That was what I wanted to happen, what should have happened. Instead, he took away my free will with that jutsu of his! I thought that I made him understand how wrong it was- but he obviously doesn't have a clue since he taught it to you." She growled. She went back to her pacing, but she noticed that he still had his head bowed.

"That isn't all you did to her is it?" She asked in a hard voice. He shook his head.

"When she refused me, she told me that just because she had been with an Uchiha didn't mean she had to marry one, since she didn't the last time she was with one. She refused to tell me who it was, and I…lost control. I trapped her with my Sharigan, and got the answer for myself." He confessed quietly.

"Sasuke?" Mikoto inquired in a strange voice. Itachi shook his head.

"Shisui. They got drunk at a party, and he took her virginity. He doesn't even remember, though she feels a great amount of shame over it still." He informed her. Mikoto let out a relieved sigh. Though she didn't want to acknowledge it, she knew that it would have driven a wedge between the two brothers if Sasuke was the one that had been with Sakura first. The fact that Itachi, who prided himself on his control and skills as a lover, would use such a jutsu on a woman told her a lot about the depth of his feelings for Sakura.

As a mother, Mikoto often felt like a failure as far as Itachi was concerned. She had been unable to shield him properly from the ambitions and expectations of the clan. She had watched from the sidelines as he was formed into the cold, deadly man he was today. Despite the fact that she wanted to kill him for hurting Sakura, a part of her rejoiced that he had finally fallen in love. She had been afraid that his ability to love had been beaten out of him. Still, that didn't give him the right to treat a woman, especially one that Mikoto already looked upon as a daughter, in such a callous manner.

"Where is she right now?" She asked as she turned away from him to stare out the window, attempting to regain control over her temper.

"She upstairs in my bed. I have to leave on a mission- it directly involves the safety of the village. I have to go. Will you watch over her for me?" He inquired hesitantly. She stayed with her back turned away from him, and he left the room to get ready quickly for his mission. He came back to her a few minutes later, and hovered behind her.

"What?" She demanded.

"I didn't just use one jutsu on her. During our lovemaking, I had to claim her completely." He told her. She turned to face him, starring into his eyes with disappointment and disgust. He flinched under that look, but didn't turn away.

"Again-what did you do?" She demanded.

"She's pregnant with my child." He told her quietly. Mikoto gritted her teeth at the small hint of satisfaction in his voice. History was repeating itself, and she felt helpless to stop it.

"Go. I will watch over my daughter." Itachi bowed low in respect, and teleported out of the compound. Mikoto went upstairs to Itachi's room, and sat down on the bed beside Sakura, stroking her hair.

I am sorry, my little Sakura. I couldn't protect you, just like I couldn't protect Itachi or Sasuke. But I will be damned if I fail my grandchild! She sat there quietly, formulating a plan that she had considered many years ago to escape Fugaku, but never followed after finding out that she was pregnant.

I need to work with Tsunade on this, but I think that between us, we can pull it off. They won't know what hit them! It was time for the Uchiha clan to learn a lesson in respect. For the first time in a long time, a true smile grew on her face.