6 - Stage Six: Raging Torrents

Five pairs and one extra of cold, hard eyes stared at Sakura as soon as she entered the kitchen with Itachi. A mix of respect, anger, and curiosity shown threw the faces of members before her. The atmosphere was thick with testosterone and aggression. Sakura jumped at the sound of a chair loudly scraping across the floor. One of the Akatsuki members, whom Sakura identified as the man named Kukuzu, had stood up with huff.

"Bunch of egotistical bastards, you're paying for anything you break." He grumbled and quickly left the room. Sakura let out the breath she had been unconsciously holding. She composed her face into a hard glare and swept her gaze around the room. A low, guttural growl rumbled through her throat in warning. Itachi looked down at the little woman, slightly amused by her antics. His large hand brushed against her back and lightly pushed her in the direction of the refrigerator. Animosity instantly forgotten in the back ground of hunger, Sakura eagerly rushed towards the promise of food. She threw open the door in her way and searched fervently for one thing only, meat. A small giggle of pleasure came from the ravenous kunoichi when she found what she was looking for. Itachi quirked a dark eye brow when he saw her pull one of the largest steaks he has ever seen from the fridge. The many bottles and food paraphernalia jingled around with the slam of the door. Though when Sakura proceeded to rip and eat the raw steak like an animal, all of the Akatsuki present in the room's eyes widened. 'Oh kami,' was all Itachi could think once she started making sighs and moans as she ravished the side of beef. His pants seemed suddenly too tight and this room too damn hot. He couldn't help but turn slightly pink when she started to lick and suck the taste of blood and meat off her dainty fingers, taking a sick pleasure in it. Itachi could tell he wasn't the only one effected by Sakura's unintentional seduction. The other members were shifting and squirming uncomfortably in their seats, their anger long forgotten. In a band of criminals and psychopaths, watching her eat raw meat and then lick the blood off her fingers was a sight to behold. A content mewl came from Sakura as she finished off the last piece. Her eyes turned to Itachi, who was leaning against the wall looking slightly flushed.

"Is there anymore Ita-kun?" She purred seductively. In a flurry of black and red, all of the men who were sitting at the table promptly scattered from the room. Sakura stared after them bewildered.

"What the hell is their problem?" Itachi chuckled, amused at how she was seemingly unaware of her effect on men. The aura she poured out, each small movement of her body, her scent even rolled waves of seduction effortlessly. Her wide viridian eyes gazed up into his own. She was only curiously trying to snap him out of his revelry, but his vision saw her eyes widen in pleasure as he took her the first time. Sakura gulped when she watched his eyes darken and cloud over in lust.

"Ita-kun?" She whimpered. A predatory smirk slid across his features. His long legs easily cleared the distance between them in two steps. Sakura took a step back only to find herself pinned against the table. She squeaked when he effortlessly lifted her rump onto the table. Her face turned scarlet as his sinfully delicious lips attached themselves to her jugular and began to suck viciously. His roaming hands found their way to her breasts under her shirt. He pinched and teased her hardened buds causing her to moan. Panting, Sakura growled.

"Itachi! We cannot do this here! What if some one were to- EIP!" Sakura yelped when Itachi entered her suddenly. When he had gotten her pants down and underwear off, she could not remember, but currently she did not care as Itachi started his relentless pace pounding into her. At first, her moans were soft and breathy, but as he only continued faster and harder, Sakura's screams of pleasure echoed down the halls. Itachi's own grunts and growls were lost in her wails. Her insides were coiling tighter and tighter with each deep seated thrust. Sakura could feel her walls clamping and constricting with the white hot brand of fire building quickly in her womb. Itachi's pace became erratic and broken as he was nearing the edge himself. He rammed all the more hard, wanting to find his release. Sakura saw stars as the tightly wrapped coil snapped and released a tidal wave of pleasure. She screamed his name as she orgasmed. He himself shuddered at her tightness and released himself within her. They stood there panting, brains not quite computing after such a high. Both stiffened once they sensed that they were no longer alone. Pein walked through the kitchen nonchalantly, not even sparing them a glance, and grabbed a mug from the cupboard. Itachi and Sakura's throats were dry as they watched him act like nothing had happened. The leader reached for the coffee pot sitting on the counter and poured himself some of the dark liquid. Their breath was caught in their throats. Quietly, he scooped two spoonfuls of sugar into his drink and then turned as to leave. His deep murmur came from the lip of his cup.

"I would prefer it that you not have sex on the kitchen table in the future."

"Yes sir." Itachi replied indifferently. Pein took a sip of his cup and sighed. He started to walk out of the room. Once he got into the doorway, he turned and looked over his shoulder at them.

"Please, do clean up the mess once you are done."

"Yes sir." Itachi yet again answered. Once he was out of sight, Sakura sighed. She looked up at the virile male above her, a small glint of amusement in her eye.

"Well, that was one way to make an impression on the first day." A dark chuckle rumbled through Itachi's chest.

"Yes, indeed it was." Sakura sighed at the feeling of emptiness when he pulled out of her. She turned and looked at her ghastly reflection in the refrigerator door. She mulled over the thought of taking a shower. She smoothed her hair and righted her clothes. 'More food first,' was all she thought. Turning to the fridge, Sakura opened it and continued to search for more meat. She sighed contently once she found another chunk of beef to snack on. This time though, her noises were less vocal, much to Itachi's relief. He watched her intently as she consumed the raw meat greedily. His velvet voice caused her to stop once it cut through the room.

"Have you always eaten that way?" Sakura huffed and shoved the rest of the flank of beef in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it quickly, trying to answer his question. She mused about it for a few seconds before she answered him.

"Not until recently, about two weeks ago actually. Come to think about it, I have been doing a lot of strange things lately. You know, other than being forced against my will to join the Akatsuki and having sex with Sasuke's brother." He quirked an eyebrow at her sarcastic response. Deciding to ignore her attitude he continued to question her.

"What other unusual behavior have you been experiencing?" She snorted.

"Are you my therapist now? The hell, might as well tell you, it's not like I'm gonna get out of here anytime soon. Well, for starters, all of my senses have greatly improved. Particularly in my sight, like bat sonar good." He chuckled.

"They're blind Sakura-hime." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Shut up, you know what I mean. Anyways, another thing was that I can cut through genjutsu." His eyebrows furrowed at her statement.

"Cut through genjutsu?"

"Yep. When you throw it at me I can see it and react fast enough to slice it with a chakra laden hand. It's a good thing you decided not to throw some of your crazy sharingan shit at me 'cause it would've been useless." She smirked cockily.

"Is their anything else?" She brushed a hand through her hair, pondering for a minute.

"Nope. Other than the animalistic eating tendencies, there hasn't been anything else. Of course, all of these side effects are from that drug I engineered, so I assume they will disappear when my addiction is cured. Which is going to be a bitch, ugh." Itachi snorted.

"Your so called super drug is nothing but an over hyped soldier pill on steroids. It is not the cause of these symptoms." Sakura growled dangerously at his words.

"You know nothing of which you speak of Uchiha." She spat venomously.

"Really now? Tell me, has any one else taken this drug? What has been their side effects?" Sakura stilled for a second, rolling the thought in her mind.

"No one else has taken this drug Sakura. How can you be so sure that your side effects are solely related to some medicine?" His voice hung in the air. She looked into his onyx eyes, confused.

"What else could it be?" A soft whisper was all that escaped her lips. Itachi opened his mouth to answer her but a dark laugh came from the door way.

"That you're nothing but psychopathic whore whose only existence is to give birth to the next tailed demon. Really though, it's mostly the fact you're a slut." A feral snarl ripped from both Itachi and Sakura's throats as their heads whipped around to face the offender. The dark figure loomed in the shadows of the archway. Their dark spiky hair stuck out through the shadows and blazing red eyes glowed in the darkness. They stepped forward into the light. His pale skin and sharp patrician features became clear, causing Sakura gasp in realization. Itachi growled and his eyes narrowed.

"Watch your words Madara, someone might actually succeed in killing you one day." He warned. Madara snorted.

"Don't waste your petty threats on my boy. You can't even fuck a woman right. If I was the one pleasuring that sweet pussy, she would have been screaming my name from the moment I touched her. The bijuu we would create would be the most powerful in existence." Before Itachi could retaliate, Sakura interjected.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Create a tailed demon?" Her eyebrows were tightly knit as she glared furiously at the tall man. He chuckled, mirth obvious in his eyes.

"He hasn't told you toy? You are The Mother. These rare breed of women's only purpose is to screw the strongest shinobi available and create the next tailed beast in the womb of their chakra. Pein only wanted you in the Akatsuki to add another bijuu to his collection." Sakura's angry fist flew at Madara lighting fast. He effortlessly dodged it. She slammed into the wall causing it to shatter. This caused Madara to chuckle.

"My, my, quite the violent little thing, aren't you? I wonder if you would show the same passion if I pounded you into the wall." Sakura tore around the throw a punch at his face. Itachi beat her to it though with a kunai pointed at his throat. His eyes were blazing crimson in fury and his body shaking in anger.

"She is my woman Madara, not your sex toy." Itachi harshly growled. The elder Uchiha licked his lips at the challnge.

"We'll see about that pup." Madara's ominous words hung in the air as he evaporated from their sight. Sakura let out an animalistic screech and lunged where he used to stand. She punched the ground, causing her knuckles to become bloody. Her feral growl echoed the room.

"Were his words true? Is there really the next bijuu growing inside me?" Itachi sighed, wishing that things had gone differently.

"Yes."

"Fuck!" She flew like a hellcat in rage destroying everything in her path. The walls, the table, the chairs, nothing was safe from her fury. Itachi stood impassive towards her anger. She turned towards him, snarling viciously.

"I will not be some whore to be played around with! I will not become this mother or whatever the hell it is."

"It's too late."

"What?" Sakura screamed.

"You were born The Mother Sakura, nothing can change that. Our joining has only sealed the deal." His words cut through her like swords into flesh. Her fury escalated to unprecedented heights. Her vision was red with relentless anger. Her screech shook the eardrums of entire base. She lunged for his throat, intending to kill him. Itachi ducked away from her attack, but instead caught her arm and pinned it behind her head. He used his weight against her, forcing her to the ground. She gnashed her teeth and struggled against him.

"Being The Mother the highest honor the Council of Summons can bestow upon a human. You are not some useless whore." His soothing words seemed to knock the fight out of her. Her snarls slowly turned to sobs as the emotions overwhelmed her.

"I don't want this," She choked out, "I don't want to be The Mother." Unwanted tears descended her face, wet trails in the wake of their paths. Itachi softly lift her up into his arms. His strong limbs cradled her sobbing figure. Messy pink hair slumped against his toned chest.

"Why me?" She pitifully whispered. His lips lightly kissed her forehead that was once poked fun at.

"That, my queen, is a question I cannot answer." He murmured. Sakura cuddled up against his warmth looking for comfort. They suddenly stiffened when they sensed another presence in the room. Pein grunted as he stepped over the wreckage of Sakura's rage. He turned towards the counter with the coffee pot, pouring himself another cup. He added two spoons of sugar and sipped it lightly. Facing the two once again, muttered as he made his way out the destroyed room.

"I would prefer if in the future you would not destroy the base." Sakura sighed.

"Yes sir."

"Please, do clean up this mess once you are done."

"Yes sir."