Guys, you should thanked Wannabe Uchiha for being my beta, adviser, and the source of my idea. She has helped a LOT of this story, and believe me, without her help, I'm sure this story would end up as another archive in my folder. I have a lot of unfinished one shots. And yeah, sometime I wasted my time to write an impulse oneshot but in the end, I couldn't present it to you guys. So yeah. Please give hugs and appreciations to her. Hehehe.

And this baby is sooooo looooong to make, so yeah, that's why I can't update TFM.. *Sigh* I'm working on it.

Anyway, go with the story. It's going to be 2 shots.

(Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.)

I walked slowly on the almost empty sidewalk as the rain kept pouring from the dark, cloudy sky. The coldness of the night wind and rain seeped through my soaked clothes into my bone, chilling my already frozen body. When I passed by a big window of a shop, I saw a blurry reflection of my slightly blue hued lips. My hair was wet and disarrayed from its usual style, and my shoulders were hunched low. I kept walking, walking oh so slowly. It seems as if I'm savoring the coldness of the rain to numb my body, my mind, and especially my pain.

(Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.)

Pain?

Am I sick?

Cancer?

Leukemia?

(Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.)

No, I'm not suffering from some mutated cells that are eating away at my normal cells. No, it was worse than that. Say, if you have a scar, you'd be able to have a plastic surgery. But what about your heart? Most of you with logic and a brain would probably say that you can leave a scar on your heart, where your blood kept being pumped (I don't understand). No, no, no. I'm talking about that invisible thing to feel emotions that we call a "heart".

(Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.)

I, a formidable and independent woman, was trained to be strong and dependable by my experiences and environment. I never thought that in my shining era, I would fall down this way. I mean, of course I've seen some scenarios where I would fall and break down into nothing but a fragile and vulnerable woman. I thought perhaps from something like an accident, blackmail, backstabbing, sickness, or isolation and so on. Yet it never ever crossed my mind that the walls I've built around me, my defenses that I have made for years, would break into nothing. That they would crumble into ashes and dust by this, this man! Just…just who did he think he is? Broke my defenses; stole my heart.

Precious….

…Precious.

Slit

Sinking his sharp nails

Peel it

Stabbed it

He crushed my soul without having a second thought after he caressed and loved it!

(Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.)

(Splash)

Does the universe hate me that badly? Damn it, I'm not asking for a princess story where the prince saved the day and wed me, nor am I asking for a stupid drama or romance novel story! I just asked for a peaceful life with my beloved. That's all! Is it that hard?

This mindset kept whirling around my numb head as I came nearer to my sanctuary. A place I can feel safety and security; where I can be a normal, weak, vulnerable female who has a right to cry when her love left a deep gash in her heart.

(Pitter patter. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.)

My name is Sakura and I think my heart is going to shatter.

CRACK!

Eight months later

Somewhere around Japan, Kanazawa City, Ishikawa Prefecture:

"Thank you, Inori-chan. I'll see you tomorrow!" I yelled happily to the girl I've known for five months now. She just waved to me with a sweet smile. With a jingle sound, I opened the door of the café I've been working at for some time now and jogged out.

Facing the night sky, I walked to the paths which lead to my small flat. It's around 10 P.M. now, and the streets were really quiet and dark, unlike the town streets of Tokyo I'm fond of. Taking a deep sigh, the cool and fresh air filled my tired lungs as nostalgia crept into my mind. But before I can think about the memories, I heard a whimpered cry of a woman from the dark alley beside me. Turning my head to the right, I saw two men were harassing a woman whose clothes were torn of her shoulder.

"Please, let go of me…" the woman pleaded as the man behind her held her wrist together while the other began to unbuckle her pants.

"Shut up, you bitch. Don't you know who we are?" he taunted the poor woman. It seems that she knew what gang they belonged to, but I could care less about it. I just wanted to walk off the street. My inner mind commanded me to save the poor woman, but what was the point of moving here if I just get myself into another gang fight? But a glimpse of the tattoo on one of the men's arm caught my eyes. Aw, damn.

"Oi, oi… Didn't Itachi tell you to not misuse your title?" I called to both of the morons in front of me. I cringed a bit when I spoke Itachi's name. Why, fate must be cruel. After six months of surviving without Itachi's or any Uchiha's relations to the point of not speaking of his name, it has to be broken by two moronic excuses of human beings.

"Who are you, lady? Don't you know who we are?" one of the imbeciles of a male showed the tattoo on his arm. Disgusting and a complete idiot. How the hell they were accepted into the gang is a wonder to me. And to show off their power, it is really disgusting. Bleh, people these days.

"I'm fully aware of it, morons. What I asked you was 'Didn't Itachi tell you to not misuse your title?' Of course, if you don't want to be a minced meat by him," I told them as I checked my nails like a preppy girl.

"Who the fuck are you? How do you know Itachi-sama?" the somewhat-smarter man yelled at me.

"Just say I'm an acquaintance of the Uchiha's'. It would be in your best interest to back off and slash your tattoo."

"Heh, do you think we'd do that for some random bitch? Are you kidding me?" The stupid man laughed at his own sentence. What a pathetic lowlife.

"Yeah, I do. I never like to use this, but due to the circumstances..." I took my necklace from Itachi (ugh, that name again) with the pendant that belongs for Uchiha's only, which was hidden under my clothes. "As your superior from the Uchiha's, I command you to slash those tattoos now and resign," I boredly said as I showed them my pendant. Heh, never knew that it would have a good use some time in the future.

"Y-You've gotta' be kidding me!" the stupid man yelled to his friend. "We won't slash it just because of a command from a silly girl like you!" he screeched at me this time.

"We can do it the easy way or the hard way. I'm tired and desperate for my bed. So, what's your answer?" I asked him again, fed up with how long this was taking.

"Kill her!" the less stupid man yelled to his friend. Nodding, his friend charged at me with a knife. How I love fools who bring such a dangerous weapon without knowing how to use it properly.

"Hard way then." I quickly set aside to avoid the knife.

After twenty minutes of struggle, I managed to kick both of the men's asses and slash their tattoos. Admittedly, it took longer than I thought. Even though I'm more skilled than they ever will be, they definitely had size and strength on their side. I turned around to where the woman was lying helplessly, shocked at the scene presented to her.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked with concern as I offered my hand.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks!" she squeaked.

"Sure, just don't be that careless. There are many bad guys around and you're lucky I came across this street," I told her.

"Bye." I got out from the dark alley and went to my first destination: my flat.

Cold water poured down my naked body; it refreshing me after the burden of today's activities and cleansing me of all the dirt and grime from working as a waitress in the Breeze's Café. It was relatively small café, but cute and warming in the small city here nonetheless. I rinsed the shampoo out of my -now- short hair. Taking a deep sigh, I put my hands on the cold tiled wall.

Since my encounter with two of Itachi's men earlier, insecurities and anxious feelings came back at full force to my heart. Just what are they doing here? Yeah, I know that Itachi is practically ruling Japan's underground now, but this small city was scarcely spotted with the Uchiha yakuza. It's a small and peaceful city, and not interesting at all. And better yet, Shisui is the shateigashira of this prefecture. He would never tell Itachi that someone spotted a pink haired girl here. No, Shisui knew my reasons. And he is not the type to do anything like that. It is not like Itachi is interested in finding his ex-girlfriend. Is he?

Itachi…

I met him around three years ago, at a "small" banquet. Tsunade, as my godmother, created it to celebrate my coming in as heiress of the Haruno Clan. I wouldn't call myself a kumichō, since Haruno has never controlled its own empire, but a saikō-komon of Uchiha. Yeah, I was the daughter of one of the evil nobles of the underground. They were not the truly violent sort; they and the Haruno clan's members were the doctors of the underground. No wonder that my parents were murdered in cold blood. They were renowned doctors and also built hospitals for the select elite around Japan and internationally. The underground nobles refuse to attend any medical center other than Haruno establishments. My parents' jobs were to cover up the medical records of the gangs and the dead bodies of the enemy, et cetera bla bla bla. Being the only heiress, I attended Konoha Medical University, founded by Tsunade. While I was underage and still in my studies, Tsunade took over the Haruno for some time; it was only until I was ready to take over it.

I was greeting guests when Fugaku-san approached me with Itachi by his side. While Fugaku-san was no stranger to me since I befriended Sasuke and he was the leader of Uchiha, the tall man with the same black eyes and hair was a complete stranger to me. He showed nothing but intelligence within his stoic onyx eyes, arrogance and pride in those high cheek bones, and the last but, oh, definitely not the least, an extremely strong sex appeal and male persona.

He, as was customary in greeting female clan heads, bowed from the waist and kissed my right hand. He was (and I am sure still is) a very smooth talker. I still remember his words. "Such a rare beauty within this dark and cold society. My honor to serve such an angel as you, Haruno-san," his lilting tenor voice spoke, barely above a murmur. Then he looked at me with those intense, abyss-like eyes, and I felt my knees wobble a bit, as small blush adorned my porcelain cheeks.

After his little action, Tsunade introduced me to Itachi. He, apparently, was Sasuke's older brother, but rarely went into Japan, since he was trained by his uncle, Madara-san. Madara-san deals with international Uchiha underground's problems. After that mini explanation, everything clicked in my mind. While Sasuke was being trained to handle the Uchiha Corporation, the worldwide company, Itachi, his older brother, was trained to be the next leader of the yakuza. It all made sense now.

Then Fugaku-san with Tsunade left me alone with the stranger that I had known for approximately five minutes. They said they needed to discuss "clan matters" and we should get to know each other a little more. Yeah, right. It seemed more like they were trying to matchmake me with him. And so we began to warm up to each other. We talked, and to my surprise we didn't have any awkward moments for the rest of the night. Conclusion, he was an interesting person to talk to. We even had a dance or two together before the night ended and the sun came up.

After that point, we got closer and closer to each other as time flew by. Itachi was well mannered but arrogant, had a brilliant brain with a humongous ego, sharp tongued with smart remarks, and very observant. While on the other hand, he bluntly pointed out that I have intelligence around his level, am a hotheaded girl, independent, and strong.

Yet, after a few weeks, I heard some rumors that he was a first class Casanova. So, being the cautious woman I am, I investigated it. He usually went after the one night stand thing. After some consideration, I wanted to see it by myself. So I waited for a perfect chance. It was still rather hard for me to believe at the time.

And I saw it, when I was in Pein-san's birthday party. It wasn't really a heart break scene, but still, I couldn't help but slightly hurt. He was indeed a Casanova.

I still remember that after that unpleasant sight, I went to the balcony, where I saw Konan-san. We had known each other around two weeks at that point, but we felt like had been good friends for years."Hard to take it?" Konan asked as she gave me a sugary sweet punch.

"Kind of. I never thought Itachi is that kind of man." I dully answered and took a sip of the punch.

"Yeah, I was like you back then. Do you know the reason Akatsuki was formed?" Konan asked as she put his hands on the balcony.

"No, why?" I asked her, curiosity evident in my tone.

"They're bachelors except Pein. Same first class Casanovas who seek the same thing."

"And enlighten me, what is that?"

"Comfort. You know that they face their own pressures every day. They were forced to take the empire, to be strong, et cetera. They rarely feel something similar to family love or such. So they seek it in sex. And actually, they're best friends too. Itachi with Kisame and Pein, Deidara and Sasori, Hidan and Kakuzu, Tobi and Zetsu."

At that point, I was shocked. I had never thought that Akatsuki was formed because of… of that! Because they were geniuses so they had the urge to cuddle up into one group of intellectual misfits. What the heck…Upon noticing my shocked face, Konan giggled lightly.

"Hard to believe, ne? Sakura, it's easy to pick up their interest. It's also easy to be their mistress. But it's going to be hard to tie the knot with them."

"Yeah, but you managed to do it to Pein," I murmured.

"With heart break, some struggles, and stubborn determination, yes. I'm sure you'll be able to tame Itachi. He just needs to be guided onto the right path. Besides, who can resist you, the 'Aphrodite Darling', huh?" she teased.

"You give me too much credit, Konan-san, besides, I still recall you're the 'White Angel of the Apocalypse'." I teased back.

She laughed lightly. "Yeah, we're the Devil's angels then." She smiled. "I hope that Itachi won't screw up with you. I think he is really … "

"-intrigued by me? Yeah, he's confessed that," I finished.

"Then, you two are official already?" she asked.

"No, like your words earlier, it'll be hard work to tie him down."

And so, life went on. Itachi hadn't been really busy, since Fugaku-san was still in charge of the yakuza and Sasuke had already taken charge of the company. Besides, he had to prove his power and authority within the gang if he wanted to be respected and have full control.

He kept courting me, and the volume of his one night stands decreased to nothing. I was happy of course, because it meant that he was serious with me. But we never made it official. I thought that it was okay, since he was always with me, but boy how wrong I was.

It all started two years later, when he was finally appointed kumichō of the bloody throne of Uchiha syndicate. I, unsuspecting of what would happen later, was very happy for him. It wasn't a piece of cake to prove to everyone within a gang and a circle of evil nobles that he was worth it.

I forgot about the basic rule of the underground society. Even though he had proved that he was worthy to be the next yakuza leader, he had to change every active contract from his father's name to his own. And so, the trouble began.

It was kind of troublesome to collect all contracts here and there, especially since it was already November and the contracts had to be renewed by the end of the year. So, Itachi pulled Casanova out once more. Seduce.

If the one who held the contract was male, he'd go about the usual way. Itachi would charm and assure them to write their signature on the contract. But if the contract holder was female, he'd seduce her. I never knew that he used his old methods until I saw it with my own eyes.

He was at a party one of the nobles held, and he didn't know that I was invited too. We didn't have much time together, so I thought I'd surprise him. Yet, he was the one who surprised me.

He was with the Akami's heiress, charming her with what I assumed was sweet talk. Then she whispered something in his ears, and he stopped his movement, as if he was thinking about what she said. Then, he slipped his hand around her waist and led her to somewhere. I quietly followed them, even though in the back of my mind, I knew what they would do. I kept denying it, trying to imagine it wasn't happening. Then they got into her room. Not too long after, I could hear moans of pleasure and she was moaning his name. She was fucking my Itachi. My Itachi!

Of course like any other girl would do, I left the party. But I wasn't crying. No, I didn't. He didn't deserve it, but I did confront him about it. And so, I knew his dirty secret.

I gave him the silent treatment. Whenever he talked to me, I only gave him a nod, grunt, sometimes Hn-s (which he should understand, being an Uchiha). When he tried to touch me, I'd turn away and leave him. When he tried to persuade me, I'd plug my ears with my headset. (I never knew a gift from Naruto would be so useful). I kept this up until he finally got frustrated and promised me that he wouldn't do it again. Well, at least the bed part. He wouldn't promise about charming or kissing, which okay, fine, I agreed, albeit grudgingly. But in the back of my mind, I knew I wanted him for myself. He was only allowed to kiss me and only me damn it! But I took the gamble. He was needed for the society, for his clan and family, so I couldn't be selfish and have him all to myself.

Then everything went unstable from that point. We'd fight, we'd make up. We gave each other the cold shoulder, and suddenly we would cuddle up in each other's embrace. This pattern repeated itself for several months, until we went on that cruise.

I was looking for him, since I was bored in the party. I was also getting annoyed being asked for a dance by horny men. Yet again, when I saw him, he was with the Wakashima's heiress. She was probably around my age, and a sudden feeling of déjà vu hit me like a ton of bricks. She whispered something; Itachi hesitated for a few moments, and then put his arm around her body. I followed them again, in absolute disgust and amazement, only to be met by moans of pleasures. "This is the last straw," I thought angrily as a few lonely tears managed to escape my eyes. I ran to my bedroom. (Yes, mine, not ours. We had our own separate bedrooms.)

I couldn't take it anymore. If he was so possessive of me, then why I couldn't I be the same? I wanted Itachi for myself, no matter how selfish it was. I just, I didn't give crap anymore, whether he loved me or not. If he loved me, he would have never done this. He would've saved himself just for me, not gone whoring himself just for clan responsibilities. With that thought in my mind, I packed my clothes and called Tsunade to have her send me a helicopter to fly away from here.

Two hours later (with many desperate attempt to control my sobs and tears) Itachi came into my bedroom. I was facing the window, and as soon as Itachi put his foot in my bedroom, I saw the red light from my heli. He, upon noticing the packed suitcases which were laying on my bed, frowned.

"What's wrong?" Kami, he had recently bedded another girl, yet he showed up in front of me, like he did nothing!

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is that all you can ask me!" I lashed as I turned around to face him. He was taken aback by my sudden anger. Yet, his face turned back into its emotionless mask in a mere second.

"Then, what happened?" Itachi asked coolly.

"Itachi, do you know that if two people love each other, they save themselves for each other?" I questioned bitterly. It seemed that realization dawned upon him.

"Blossom…you saw me?" Itachi asked as his body went rigid, even though just the slightest.

"No shit Sherlock! I-I can't do this anymore, Itachi. I-I can't. Do you ever think about my feelings? No, of course not. Who am I kidding?" I laughed bitterly as I took my suitcases.

"You're being childish, Sakura. I can't be yours completely and you know it. You can't be selfish, Sakura. I have to do this." Itachi told me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm very childish to think that you'd be mine completely. But, I'm your girlfriend Itachi. I have the right to confront you like this!" I snapped. It seemed like Itachi was reaching his own boiling point.

"You're my girlfriend, Sakura. Yes, we're together. But that's what you are. Girlfriend, not a lover. Come to think of it, I think I've had enough of your tantrums. I tried to bear it, but it seems that you have to come back to earth and snap out of your dream," Itachi coldly stated.

It felt like a thunder stroke at me. You're not my girlfriend… girlfriend, not lover."Is that what I am to you, Itachi? Just a mistress between your mistresses?" I softly asked as pink bangs hid my glassy eyes. "Thank you for making clear my place, Uchiha-san. I'm done being your girlfriend." I faced him. "Goodbye, Uchiha-san." I bowed, took my suitcases, and walked out the door. After I turned the knob, then I stopped."I hope you won't break your lover's heart… like you broke mine," I whispered. And I left the room completely.

The fact that he didn't chase me or contact me left me devastated. Was it that easy for him to forget me? Did he even love me back then? Was I really just a toy mistress to him? Why didn't he even try to win my forgiveness?

I cried and cried for days. Sasuke, Naruto, and Ino tried to contact me, but to no avail. When I wanted to isolate myself, so be it. I destroyed everything that was related to him. I watched every romantic, cheesy, chic-flick, break-up movie in existence. I went through all our home movies about us and cried afterward. Numerous times I almost called him, but I always shut my phone. It hurt so much. Itachi was not my first love, yet why did it hurt so much?

Tsunade, upon noticing my broken state, tried to force me to go on a vacation. Yet, I kept saying no. Until the thirty-two days after our break up, heh… if it could be called that, I fed was fed up. I was fed up of crying; I was fed up of this ache; I was fed up of being a pitiful girl. So, I called Tsunade and took her offers of vacation.

And after some thought, I wanted… I wanted to live as a normal girl. Not as the Haruno's only heiress, or the 'Aphrodite Darling', or even Sakura Haruno. Just a plain Sakura.

Note :

shateigashira - The leader of the kyodai (the brothers). He sees to it that the kyodai do their duties well for the yakuza clan.

Other : http:/ en. wikipedia. org/ wiki/ Yakuza # Structure