Authors note: I present to you, the next chapter. As a special note I'm trying my best to keep everything in tune with what I have originally planned for Envy My Pain. But, as you all can tell something's are changing as the story progresses. I never intended for this Fanfic to get this long, but it just sort of happened.
Kakashi Sakura Debate: Unfortunately, this will remain an Itachi and Sakura Fanfic. I will still leave tie-ins referring to Sakura's and Kakashi's feelings towards one another.
Envy My Pain
Sakura had been habitually reminding herself that Itachi was a treacherously devious man, a Ninja who was dangerous to not only herself but to the very village she'd spent her life's existence in protecting.
Hesitantly she gazed up meeting with the scarlet-red pin wheels of his intoxicatingly deadly hues. She felt his breath whispering over the shell of her sensitive ear, as he consumed all of her senses like a suffocating blanket of destruction. He made a trial of goose bumps spike up and down the flesh of her arms.
Already Sakura could feel the essence of this mans anger, which was smoldering her insides. Sakura was too confused to comprehend his current state of jealousy. Itachi new his guard was down, but with her lack of knowledge on the opposite sex he knew he held the upper hand. Right now he could tell by her fears and uncertainty, that the situation was in his favor. A mischievous smirk, slid to the sensual curl of his lips.
She shivered with uncertainty and backed away from him. Sakura was trying her best to press closer to the wall so that she could distance there bodies. She could already feel her own pin wheels turning and curling within the depths of her stomach. Suddenly Sakura felt a bit sick. Itachi noted this, and he would not allow her any luxuries. Cleverly like a devious plotting weasel he mimicked her pull back and took full advantage of her emotions. He pressed his body flush with her own as his knee rose up as he tactically placed it between her own two legs. Now Itachi was holding her up into an awkward position that would leave her somehow exposed. It was easy to read her every emotion; it was her number one weakness that always left her exposed to the enemy. He smirked, a menacing smirk now as he unkindly grasped her slender wrist and pinned them above her head against the wall. He had pinned her so high, that she was on her tiptoes.
Her breathing was uneven, and slightly erratic with fear Itachi was embedding inside of her. Attentively she watched Itachi's lips move ever so close to her own. He hovered over her lips as his eyes watched hers with the intensity of a predator prepared to devour it's pray.
"So you've fallen in love with me Haruno Sakura, of Konohagakure?" He mused over her words that she'd used as a ploy to reveal himself. He grinned as he pressed his knee a bit more forcibly between her legs. She flinched slightly at the burning sensation that crawled up threw the pit of her stomach. Yet before she could even force out an answer he continued.
"Love, no. Lust, yes. Passion perhaps…There is no love in my heart Sakura. It would be a one sided feeling, just as much as your devoted love for your Copy-Nin Hatake. You see Sakura, you cannot love. I have not given you the will to love me, or anyone else. What you feel is the curse seal, and its pull." He was manipulating her emotions, using them and turning them against her. He was brainwashing her into believing that the coupling between her and the Copy-Nin was nothing more then the effects of the curse seal. He was manipulating her, and he was enjoying the pain that he inflicted upon her heart. He could see it in her eyes, the way the tears dewed over on the verge of spilling.
She felt the heat burn more; it was become more painful as she felt tears starting to form. She felt like crying out, pleading and begging him to stop but the pain was bearable enough to cage it inside then to succumb to him with her weakness.
Why was he doing these things to her? She was about to cry out, but Itachi could read her clearly, and before she could cry out she was silenced with his lips as he dominated over her. As he devoured her silent scream within the depths of his starved mouth. He had maneuvered her to a wall that was unnoticeable by the eyes of his ANBU team that watched outside. Skillfully he had noted threw out his guard shift all the blind spot within the small apartment as he memorized the entire layout.
Itachi had everything playing out perfectly. He brushed his fingers over the flesh of her stomach. Her body flinched in searing hot pain as she felt the marks on her stomach twist; it was then that she was forced to beg for mercy. She could feel the manipulation of his markings as they moved along her flesh agonizingly slow and painful. What was he doing?
"Please…the…pain."
"But, I thought you loved me Sakura," He gave a twisting menacing smirk that showed the true depths of Itachi's hate, "If you love me, you'll tolerate it for a bit more."
She wanted to tell him what a cruel bastard he was, but she had no choice but to tolerate the pain. She felt her body being forced even higher on the wall. Itachi was a good 3 inches above her. In his towering 175.2cm (69 inches) over average female height of 167.6cm (66inches). Before she could question him, or beg him she felt the blade of his kunai knife pressing up into the apex of her thighs. It pressed in towards the center of her womanhood. She had only tossed on an old training shirt of Kakashi's, she wore nothing underneath and she was afraid that he intended to use the blade to disrobe the underwear that did not lie beneath. She tensed, as her eyes locked to his with question.
"I thought you loved me Sakura, aren't you suppose to trust the ones you love?"
"I…I was being rash."
"Of course you were, pet. Does a Master not know his pet? Do you think I do not know your mind, your soul, and your every wanton need?"
"Please, why are you doing this to me?"
"Why? Does a Master need to explain himself?"
"Stop it Itachi, stop referring me to as a pet. Please just answer me damn it. Why did you curse me, why am I the main focus of this game your playing?"
"Main focus?"
His brows rose with question, as he tugged away from her. He gave her a sideways glance that made her feel the pressure of his aggravation, "Is the most brilliant Kunoichi of Konoha, that dense…or are you a mere idiot?"
She tensed at the insult, and she flinched away from his touch as his thumb drew over the curve of her chin. He tugged her eyes into focusing with his. It was an inner battle of debate for Sakura. She honestly had no idea what was going on anymore. Wasn't she the main focus? Wasn't Itachi here for her? Or was it Naruto? She tensed, as she tried to fight back.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk Sakura. You are only a small piece to the puzzle, a dispensable piece at that. Should you refuse your part in the game, you'll be forfeiting your life. Even so, I have other means of obtaining my goals. You Sakura are just simply a part of one plan, which I've formulated. No true Shinobi would walk into the enemy's layer without a set of back up plans. Now, are you going to accept your punishment for your betrayal?"
"Betrayal?"
"Oh, so were back to the clueless twit again. Very well, I shall remind you Sakura. I shall remind you in a way, where you'll never forget."
The evil comas of his eyes began to spin. Itachi was locking her into his Mangekyo Sharingan hypnotism of control. He was using Tsukuyomi, a form of an illusionary world that mimicked the replay of what her and Kakashi had been performing a few hours ago. In this world he tortured her with the memories of what there passion had been like. It was painful because she realized by watching the illusion that even though she was so captivated in the heat of passion, she could see that Kakashi was not as enwrapped as much she had.
Was this what really happened? How did Itachi know everything they'd done together? She heard her own voice in the emptiness of this world, as she cried out Kakashi's name in the throes of passion. It made guilt crawl up her spine. Itachi didn't care about her, her feelings, her wants, or her needs. Itachi was a selfish human being, who was forcing her to see the lies in whatever tryst her and Kakashi had. She couldn't help but cry, because she felt the open ended of the pain of Kakashi's rejection.
Suddenly when she thought she could bear the pain not longer a fuzzy haze captured the illusion and it seemed to fade into a different scene. This scene was when Kakashi rejected the ideas of a relationship between the two of them. It broke her apart, because no matter how much she wanted to close her eyes in pain…she couldn't close them. She was forced to watch every emphasized syllable of his dismissal. No matter how hard Sakura tried, she could not void out the images. She was being forced to watch every detail, and every second of her betrayal. She understood, she understood now that Itachi was hurt. The illusion began to fade, and there he stood with a deadpan expression. His eyes read as blood. Tainted in the innocents he'd murdered throughout his Shinobi existence.
"Please, please Itachi-Sama. I understand, please…just stop making me repeat this horrible feeling," Sakura cried out the illusions figure. She fell to his feet pleading for him to end her misery.
She felt her body being pulled painfully from the world that Itachi had woven upon her, but when she awoke she found herself hunched against the wall, alone. It was no longer morning it was close to dusk. Had she been out for that long? She flinched as she felt every muscle in her body ache, throb, and twitch. That world, whatever world he had sent her into…that was a prison or another form of hell. She hesitated as she tried to regain all her muscle movements. When she began to get back her motor skills she took notice to a crisp envelope that rested on her lap. She glanced down, and noticed the fine print of "My Pet," imprinted on the envelope. The seal was distinctly the same symbol of his ring.
She grasped carefully, as she wobbled stood up. It was not like him to be as hazardous as to leaving her unconscious with a note. He was leaving a paper trail, and who was he to think that he could run around in concealment of an ANBU Captain. Didn't he know her better? She could easily rat him out, and he'd be in danger of capture or even worse. She tensed at the thought of Itachi's death. He was certainly too strong to simply go down without one hell of a fight. How many lives would be endangered for the capture of one S Class villain? She couldn't do that; she couldn't simply snitch him out and risk endangering the village. Sakura knew she'd already done enough damage to Konoah she didn't want to inflict anymore worse then what she already has.
She slid to the kitchen table, where she laid the envelope out. Should she read it? What were the consequences of reading it? Would she be forced to aiding a villain, and betraying her village? No, Sakura knew in her heart that she was bounded to the friendships and the community of Konoha. She loved them to much to hurt them, but she felt the weakness of Itachi's control pulling her into an opposite direction. Itachi' was pulling her into a direction which would lead her into a decision that either meant her life, or the life of her loved ones.
She knew that in here heart and in her mind that she'd have to sacrifice her life. Her mind was already made up. She'd never risk the lives of her friends, and family. She'd have to self sacrifice herself for the cause of Konoha. To protecting and securing it's future. She knew even before she'd open the letter what she'd have to do. She'd have to do the most dishonorable thing, Haruno Sakura would commit suicide. This left Itachi with acting out on one of his other plans. One of his plans that didn't evolve her betrayal, with caution she unsealed the letter. She opened it up and her eyes grew wide with shock. Her heart beat seemed to be racing away and humming with uncertainty. Right there in fine print, the starting words to his letter.
My Pet,
Before you think about killing yourself little one…I want you to read of your alternatives. You are to read my instructions before you carelessly act out. Your weak right now, your openly exposed and you do not have me at your side to comfort your fears and anxieties. There will be a time, when I will return to collect you. Be ready for me Sakura, because you will not be returning back to Konoha. I've made the decision of keeping you indefinitely. You will find that your seal is completed, and with that you will carry on the obligations of becoming the Mother of my child. You have no choice in the matter, and if you even consider being as weak as to kill yourself then you must take in the recognition that you'd also be killing the life of an innocent. Could you live with such guilt as destroying something you've craved sense childhood? Now there are two pages inscribed with two different paths. You will be challenged with each virtue and each sin. All is need is the prick of a fingers blood.
"Ouch," Sakura shook her finger in the air, as she felt the smallest of pricks on her index finger. She yanked back her wounded digit as she lifted it to her lips to suck on it. Already a drop of blood bleed threw the thick papyrus looking paper. "Damn it, and here I thought I'd avoid all this." She sighed, as she continued to read out the rest of his letter.
Be careful Sakura, I'd hate you to be too careless. You do not wish to empower my anger, Sakura. I will return, and you will be ready to accompany me. I wish you the best of luck on your test. It was the same test that I was forced into taken when I was accepted into becoming a recruit. Now before I go, I have one more thing to tell you. There was a time and a place, when you were no more older then 10 years of age. You where a child that no one understood. No one accepted you, and you were labled a freak by your peers. Now I want you to recall a moment in time when you were accepted into the Konoha village, there was a boy no much older then 15 who whiped away your tears. I wan't you to remember what that boy told you Sakura. I want you to remember everything that happened, and then you'll understand everything.
Love,
Master
Sakura gave a low growl, uttering a curse. The last part was a mockery to her intelligence. He didn't know a damn thing about love, let alone commitment. She'd be damned if she gave birth to his child, what was he talking about any way's. She pulled up her shirt, and she noticed that the markings were only one. It was the three commas of his Sharingan. Yet it was placed over her womb, she slid her hands over the markings and she felt this urge to itching it. She felt funny, a bit off centered as she made her way to her room. She was prepared to change into her uniform and march down to the hospital. But, before she could complete her thoughts of changing she noticed two pages in addition to his letter, it was then her eyes grew in open shock. She was trying to recall the age of ten, she remembered only a bit of what had happened. She remembered she'd been given the cold shoulder by her class mates, and she was left defensless. A boy, who was already an ANBU captain. A boy that made her nervious due to his power, and his strength. He'd wiped away her tears, spoke words that only she could hear. He swept her off her feet, and when he departed she had given him a freshly picked flower...and she told the stranger that she wanted to marry him. He only offered a half-smile and a small chuckle to show her how adorable she was. He patted her head and walked off. It made sense, now. Why she liked Sasuke so much, maybe it was because he was so much like that dark knight that came to rescue her. Was...was that boy Itachi?
"You've gotta be kidding me."
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