My lovely readers here is chapter five~~! As promised, the rating is officially changed.
*Just for refreshing the memory -
Pairings Itachi x Sakura, Sasuke x Ino, Naruto x Hinata, Asuma x Kurenai
Genre Romance/Humor
Type Chapter Story, AU (Alternative Universe)
Disclaimer "Naruto" does not belong to me but to its rightful owner/s.
Rating M
Age Haruno Sakura & friends 20 Uchiha Itachi 25
Authors Note/ The story is situated in a modern Japan err.., World. The "Naruto" Clan's & Families are very famous people and are part of the high society.
Here we go~~
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A loud slam woke Sakura's senses.
If she remembered correctly, she was just a few moments ago exchanging tongues with a certain Inuzuka Kiba. However, now it seemed, Sakura's back was propped up against a black leather seat, in a clearly luxurious limousine. Due to the alcohol she had previously consumed, her world consisted now of a bunch of colorful bubbles with weird faces and her thoughts were not even in the slightest connected to important questions like, for example, as to how she had managed to be slammed into a backseat of an unknown vehicle, or who had, in the first place, dragged her there . Her eyes wandered to her left and suddenly Sakura's whole body was set on alert. There, on the same black leather seat, right two meters away, was a dark figure present.
Sakura was not able to see any features, due to the shadows consuming its entire being, but she was able to feel the vibes coming off from the person – that is, if it's an actual person.
She had never sensed anything like that. It felt like some madman mixed every bad emotion, every negative thought, every evil feeling together, stirred it, and inserted into this, protected by the shadows, figure.
Although the alcohol has put most of her common sense on ice, right now the pinkette was completely and utterly sober.
Sakura felt fear.
„You wanted to sleep with him, Sakura." It was a statement, not a question. Moreover to who belonged this , slightly recognizable, voice? ..Then it hit her.
Uchiha Itachi
For a moment Sakura felt relief wash over her whole form, she sighed, allowed her body to relax and leaned completely into her seat. Her left hand leaned onto her forehead and Sakura sighed once more. The young intern felt now quite comfy, these leather seats did a really good job in relaxing her muscles and worn out bones.
It was Itachi, and not some upper siders hating psychotic killer.
It was just Itachi, the deliciously good looking male, which was a few hours ago her making – out partner. Back then, after Ino's lecture, Sakura did a good job in ignoring his presence in the hilariously huge ballroom. If she recalls correctly, Itachi was bombarding her with his cold stares and death glares..
Damn it.
Her body tensed once more and fear began to spread inside her. She felt like aunts had invaded her fingertips , panic began to rise inside Sakura's head, again.
It was Uchiha Itachi. This presence of pure evil was Itachi. And apparently, he had witnessed Sakura's little kissing session with the brown haired animal lover. Nevertheless, the pinkette was not able to find a reason, as to why her sex life had mattered to the soon to-be clan heir. Before being able to think further, she suddenly felt someone's weight shift on her.
"It appears, you do not want to answer me, Sa-ku-ra." Itachi had purposely slowed down the syllables of her name, they came out as a pour, making it sound playful but sensual. It sent shivers down her spine "Do not worry, I make sure you learn how to obey me ."
Itachi was now in front of Sakura or simply put – on top of her. His elbows were propped up on either side of her pulsing ears.
Wide emerald eyes, met deep onyx ones.
A few moments after witnessing Itachi barely on top her, her thoughts were not related to the reasons or motives of his behavior, no. Sakura wasn't even able to think at all. Itachi's dark posture, predatory moves towards her, beast like red eyes, thin lips turned dangerously downwards, the dominant grip.., all of it made her feel completely weak. In a bad, oh-no-I'm-about-to-die ,way.
No, Sakura was not able to think, she only felt immense fear.
Adrenaline finally decided to kick in and she began struggling against his harsh grip, she attempted to kick whatever came in touch with her legs, she tossed her head in every cardinal direction. Sakura wanted to scream for help but found out, her throat was not able to produce any kind of sound.
She wanted to break out
She wanted to feel sick
She wanted to escape him
The worst part in this whole freak show, however, was – her body felt thrilled and could not wait for more.
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Finally. He was finally able to touch his little pink haired woman again. It did not matter to him that she was obviously scared. He was not one to shake off so easily, after all. Her little attempts of freeing herself were useless. Now, that Itachi had Sakura merely two inches away from him , he would not let her go. At all.
He felt her lithe form shiver slightly, her big emerald eyes were directed at his collarbone.
He felt the differences in their anatomy. Now, that they were merely an inch away from each other , he felt every each of her heartbeats, every breath she had made, Itachi even felt the radiating of her pulse. It was a huge turn on for him to know that he could so easily dominate her. And, it seemed Sakura began to understand that he did not intend, in any way ,to harm her.
He merely wanted to feel more of the friction, their bodies were so easily able to produce.
In order to ease Sakura a little, Itachi decided to be gentle. He could only hope to not lose his posture and simply take her, right then and there.
His hand touched slowly with upper gentleness her cheek, he caressed it with the back of his hand and then, with his index finger, he began sliding down the column of her neck feeling every muscle and tension she had made. Itachi was filling Sakura's body gently with the finest pleasure imaginable.
His index finger stopped at her collar bone and he saw her fragility. If someone would want to break her neck, it could be easily achieved. Suddenly, he felt the urge to protect Sakura from the whole world. His possessive side rose in rage at just merely the thought of her, having any kind of injury. Itachi would gladly lock her in a room to which only he would have the privileged to enter.
Sakura let out a slight whimper and brought him back from his thoughts.
That little action caused him to look at her lips. They were coated with some alluringly looking lipstick. He saw how she parted them and he had lost it. In a matter of seconds he had pressed his own lips onto hers. This feeling, of linking their lips together, of how Sakura's little perky breasts were pressing against his masculine chest, it made him hard.
Itachi pressed himself more sternly against Sakura, and that apparently shocked her, because she suddenly groaned. He used this opportunity to push his tongue into her sweet, alluring cavern and if the feeling of his lips against hers made his body previously hard then now he was probably throbbing inside his pants.
He looked at Sakura through his dark eye lashes and her expression showed more than any word would be able to explain.
He saw acceptance.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, he felt something on his back and shoulder blades. Sakura had actually linked her arms around him. When realizing her decision to further their acts, his eyes went a friction wider and then they once more found to their original shape, only that they were now much , much more blacker with a bloody hint of red.
Lust
He pressed his body against her as hard as he was able to, making her feel every part of him. A blush made its way to Sakura's face and she lifted her head giving him access to her delicious looking neck. He complied and bit into the skin on her neck, making her scream with pure ecstasy, only to lick off the blood that had gathered around the bite mark and after the slight bleeding had stopped, he began sucking the same spot, planning to leave a stable mark on her.
Hell, Itachi wanted to leave marks all over her body
He pushed his body into Sakura even harder making her shout out "..I..Itachi.., wha ..aaat.. a.- aaaah!" . She clenched her little fingers into a fist, squeezing a few strands of his hair in the process. His hand began massaging her form – her back, her stomach and finally her breasts.
His patience flew out of the window and he wanted to see her before him – naked, in her birth suit. He found the strength to rip off her dress and Sakura's eyes went wide from the shock. She wanted to stare at him for destroying her dress, but then she felt cold air hitting her like ocean waves, on every part of her body.
Itachi stared at the female with a slightly shocked face –Sakura's final clothing articles were her panties and shoes.. ,she had no bra on.
Sakura had no bra on.
He did not know why he hadn't noticed it before, but apparently her dress left no room for a bra. It would only look wrong, given the fact it was a backless dress.
Itachi licked his lips. He felt how his manhood grew bigger. Sakura's breasts were perfect. They had a beautiful , curvy shape, were not too big but not to small either. Her nipples had a rosy color and with every breath she took they moved harsher against his chest.
A loud shout escaped Sakura's throat.
Itachi was biting her round nipple, he was squeezing and licking it. He felt Sakura's back straighten and her body moving into his, a smirk appeared on his face. She wanted him to take her whole breast into his mouth.
He stopped immediately his ambush and released her nipple with a parting lick.
The male looked down at his toy. Her cheeks were flushed, emerald eyes were barely able to maintain open, her head was turned slightly to his right proudly showing off her bite mark. The pinkette's breasts were moving according to her breathing – up , down , up down.. . She
was still in need of something.
Itachi grinned inwardly – this will be fun..
"Tell me Sakura, what do you want?"
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Kizashi stared hard at Hiruzen Sarutobi and his chatting companion, which happened to be The Queen of England . He was concentrating on their body language, every word they spoke and every action they showed. Yes, Haruno Kizashi current heir of the famous HarunoORG, was now death sure about one thing.
His lovely daughter was right, they really did it.
He was also sure, the alcohol he had previously consumed, had nothing to do with his newest discovery.
"Sakura was right, honey. The Sarutobi's definitely kidnaped one of the Queen's dogs." Stated Kizashi nodding and crossed his arms just below his chest.
Mebuki did not know how to react to her husband's dramatic but idiotic looking expression.
She has allowed him drinking some champagne, instead of eating more of this unhealthy in fat bathed food. Apparently that was a huge mistake. After all, Sakura took after Kizashi when it came to drinking habits.
As everyone knew, their endurance in that field was practically nonexistent.
"And why do you thin – " The CEO's eyes went wide.
Just as Mebuki was about to antagonize, one of the most useless subjects ever created by humans, one of her personal nightmares made its appearance.
Clad in a black Kelvin Klein suit and dark - grey Armani shoes with matching accessories was Uchiha Shisui. His hair was, surprisingly, combed back and formed with hairspray, there were a few loose locks making him look even more gorgeous. Damn it!
Suddenly the urge to just run away or punch something hard out of irritation grew bigger. This self-reclaimed pacifist was like an itch for the Haruno matriarch.
Incurable, annoying and not needed – in her own world, that is.
In the business world, Uchiha Shisui was the epitome of knowledge and power. Every damn TV Station would pay him thousands or even millions of dollars, euros, yens or whatever's to just have him there sitting on one of their sofas. He is the face of the UchihaCORP, and most of the deals are personally hunted down by no other but him.
Yes, Uchiha Shisui.. – Mebuki was sure, at this point, somewhere she would be able to find a store with shirts displaying him in a Supermen pose. The only alluring aspect at said occurrence would be seeing him in some tight, idiotically colorful boxer shorts, together with the rest of these ridiculous Superhero clothes - Nevertheless , it'd still be annoying.
His popularity is ever growing. Much to everyone's surprise, in eight of ten cases people actually recognize him as an idol – not as the face of the number one company.
"Itch" as a nickname fits him perfectly – he is always everywhere and before anyone else, no shit.
If there's an Earth eruption – Uchiha Shisui will be on spot, ready and steady with a stupid looking orange helmet, to help the people in need.
If there's a political conflict – Uchiha Shisui will be in the middle of the uproar, ready to promise, in front of the whole world to fight for the rights of people.
If there's an international problem – Uchiha Shisui will fly, in all his mighty glory, to the head of it, and every possible thing to solve it will be done – so he says.
If there's an old lady crossing a street – Uchiha Shisui will be there to help her get through it.
Even though Shisui is related to Uchiha Mikoto, which is by the way one of her best and closest friends since ever, she just hates his guts. Mebuki sees no problem in providing ones company positive feedback and doing every possible thing in order to help it grow – she does it herself, but there are clear boundaries as to how far one can go and...
Shisui not only crossed them, but he also stamped , kicked and eliminated them.
In these kinds of moments, Mebuki knows why her lovely daughter decided to abandon their world.
Shisui is using his own popularity to ensure the number one position for UchihaCORP. The sick part is, that he probably had it planned all along, even before becoming popular. Or worse, he wanted to create an pacifistic image so people would always choose the UchihaCORP, instead of the rest.
The worst thing is, the UchihaCORP allows it on purpose. Mebuki, no matter the circumstances, always notices said Uchiha's gestures towards his dear Clan business.
The HarunoORG's CEO is not dumb, she knows about him, or better put –she knows about his façade. Mabuki is one of the few people that know, Uchiha Shisui is literally a genius.
The woman surely senses Shisui being, in general, a gentle thus caring person. However, he always steals her the show. Always.
And no matter how gentle or caring a person can be, if someone crosses Mebuki's plans permanently, 24/7 like Uchiha Shisui does it, she simply does not care about her rivals personality.
He wanted war, so he got it.
Mebuki did not know why, but it seemed he certainly possessed some strange inhuman abilities in spotting any kinds of events – before they actually happen.
Maybe he is actually hacking the satellites, or has talents in fortune telling, who knows.
No matter what kind of methods are used by the attractive female, he is always one step before her and even two more– and the Haruno Mebuki hates to lose.
To lose, in that kind of sense, means losing money, potential clients and the PR. The fairy skinned woman is not fond of praising herself, but she clearly is popular with people. When walking on streets, she always encounters some fans. But when placed near Shisui, she is as plan as a rock. Practically, nonexistent.
So yes, Uchiha Shisui is Haruno Mebuki's rival, her incurable itch, her nightmare, her personal Darth Vader.
As fate choose, he was coming straight, his grin on place, into their direction. Damn it!
How was it? :D Too short? Too bad? Too sloopy? Maybe, some other too's ? Tell me please, I gladly hear.., er, read your opinnion about my fic ^_^
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Unnesecary stuff written casually by the writer in order to bemuse readers:
- Just yesterday I managed, once more may I add, to trip over my doggie's bowl - the watter one. Yes... I should really begin lighting up when walking in darkness.
- Spiders. Have six to eight legs. Are mostly black. They bring luck - they said. Well, apparently they bring me nothing else but a huge trauma and years of torture , caused by them popping up anywhere I go.
Would you like to hear the story of my trauma? No? Well, then please do not read the text below..
It was a beautiful day.., if I recall correctly. The sun was shiny, people were nice and I was in a living room with my clumsy cousine. I had the birlliant idea to sing, together with my plastic microphone - ah~ it was my pridge back then.., filled with stickers and completely pink..lovely - my cousine took the part of the audiences, lucky her right? She got backstage tickets and was permitted to remain in the first line. So, here I was, singing, and in the middle of the song my head got all scratchy and all - I thought it's just my hair.. - it was not, WAS NOT! - but well.. . After a few moments something black , placed on top of my head , crossed my field of vission and I still was thinking it's just my hair - ., man! - then it happened. Just after I bowed to thank my cousin for her patience, something fell from my head.
A black, fat, 4 inches long , 'freagin spider! From my head! Down onto our carpet!
You can probably imagine the death shouts that occured seconds afterwards, right..?
Well, that was the story of my life, believe it!
Doujin-Maker - off~!