Yay~~, I managed to write a not completely useless chapter 8, finally~~! :D
I've been thinking and writing and backspacing all the time these previous days. Now, finally, I can upload chapter eight! Yaha~~ :D
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Sakura was certain of two things. Firstly, she will never drink alcohol again – her head felt like it'll explode any second now and her body wasn't even able to move! And two –
Her body was not able to move.
She felt sheets engulfing her form, the very slippery ones, furthermore there was a lack of clothing she detected. Deciding it would be probably better to fully regain consciousness again, she slowly lifted her eyelids. Her sight was blurry and the surrounded darkness wasn't helping at all. Sakura tiredly lifted her form and sat up.
Her left hand massaged her scalp, it was literally pounding. Slowly, her sight accommodated to the darkness, she was able to make out the forms and shapes of furniture. Even in her hangover state Sakura noticed it was not her own.
Which? Who? How? Where?
Questions were gathering in her mind, making it even more cramped there. She clenched her orbs shut in hope of regaining her memory. Sakura wasn't able to concentrate long enough though, for her stomach decided to state its emptiness rumbling.
"You're hungry, let's call for breakfast"
The pinkette heard a smooth and very sexy voice state. She opened her eyes and looked at the source. Sakura gaped, her eyes went wide and she inhaled a sharp breath.
Well that certainly made her remember every little detail of her previous night.
Correction, their previous night.
Sakura blushed crimson. She heard a warm chuckle but decided against looking into Uchiha Itachi's direction again.
He was leaning against a chaffier, his arms were crossed making his muscles look even more appealing than they already were.
" Traditional English Breakfast, Changa Turkish eggs or Caviar omlette? What do you prefer, Sakura?" Female in question looked up and instinctively whipped her head around, closing her eyes tightly, she cursed in her mind for failing straight into his trap. He just had to call her by her given name and what was even worse
Itachi was still naked! She almost thought he did it only for the sake of making her flustered, sadistic bastard.
Sakura gathered her willpower in order to show Itachi her courageous self, ignoring his body and instead focusing her sight on his eyes. Yep, still as intense as ever. Just like she had remembered them. She wanted to groan out, really.
Just recently, the pinkette managed to pummel some routine into her life, her sleeping hours were stable, studying got easier and her friends didn't have any dramas or agony in their life. It was peaceful until now. She inhaled and let out a tired sigh.
How was she supposed to escape Itachi? More importantly; how was she supposed to escape Itachi while being in his own damned five stars hotel! On the highest floor, ergo presidential suite! The Uchiha emblems on the walls told it very well, he had somehow managed to get her asleep self into a hotel room.
Dang it, people!
"I recommend 'Sakura candy corn' with a 'Sakura Mushipan'. The 'Sakura Cheesecake' is also a good choice, or if you do not like cakes 'Sakura buns' are also available. If you prefer something more stable with a tad of extravagance we could always try 'Sakura bread' together with some 'Sakura jelly'. Itachi smirked and Sakura felt like crying, it already was a lost battle.
Itachi took predatory steps towards the bed , smirk on place and the gleam within his eyes ever growing, "My personal favorite is the original Sakura cream with some Sakura latte to it"
He stood right in front of her; arms slowly leaning down, eyes taking on a predatory look.
Yeah, lost battle. Only a complete idiot would not notice the hidden meanings behind his breakfast descriptions. She wished to be Naruto.., just this once.
Sakura slumped into the coffins of the bed, she crossed her arms and positioned them against her forehead, hiding her face. She felt lost and completely outnumbered by one person nonetheless. What a disaster. She groaned, silently admitting defeat "I'll just take the Caviar omelet.."
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Itachi certainly was in a good mood this morning. Last evening, he had managed to transport Sakura's very asleep body into the presidential suite of his hotel and the moment he laid her into his king sized bed realization dawned upon him.
He felt something towards Haruno Sakura.
Truthfully, he believed his craving for her would cease after their very satisfying activity, but it seemed the very opposite happened. No it was not love, they barely knew each other. More fitting would be calling it a 'mutual affection'.
Usually, Itachi did not feel this way towards his female companions, this time seemed different. Actually Itachi had to admit Sakura was everything but the usual, and he liked it.
He looked at her and saw how delighted she was with her omelet, she ate it with pure elegance all the while displaying her enjoyment with silent murmurs and minutely closed eyes. She had this free air around her, like she loved every minute of her life no matter the happenings.
Freedom.
Itachi smiled. It was a happy smile. Yes, he was feeling comfortable with having Sakura around him. He wondered how good this omelet was, for she seemed overly happy while eating it. She sat on his huge bed; legs crossed - Indian style, sheets covering her petite body, food displayed in front of her on a fancy silver tray and she was happily consuming her breakfast.
Itachi could not take his eyes off her. She was in such a casual and not ladylike position, yet he was so entirely peaceful with the whole situation that he felt like hugging her but decided against it.
After all Uchiha's did not hug – they engulfed.
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Sakura had a bad feeling.
She had just finished her shower and slipped into a fluffy white hotel robe, previously she had this enormously delicious omelet for breakfast, and was about to ask Itachi about the whereabouts of her clothes. Sakura did not want to leave the bathroom, her 'bad feelings' usually hit the mark just perfectly.
Like that one time, when Naruto decided it was a good idea to borrow his mom's car and practice his driving skills, so he could astonish his soon to-meet driving teacher. He somehow managed to destroy every fence in his street, inclusive gateways.
So yes, Sakura was sure something bad would occur, very soon.
She let out a sight and turned the door knob pushing the door open, millimeter by millimeter. Slowly but surely. Her emerald eyes glimmered with anxiousness, all the while having her senses on high alerts.
She looked right –– she looked left.
No Itachi in sight.
Now, let's get to the more pressing matters; where are her clothes? Because hell, she certainly will not leave the building with only a comfortable but completely inappropriate bath robe covering her body. Her little feet tapped against the chilly wood floor in hopes of finding her belongings. Just were could they be, in the other rooms perhaps?
She turned her head in order to find a door when suddenly a chill ran down her spine.
"Are you, by any chance, searching for these?"
Sakura gasped and a little shriek escaped her throat. Does Itachi just has to appear out of nowhere all the time? What was he a stupid ninja or what.
The female looked at the culprit. His right side was leaning against the doorframe of the second bathroom – woot, woot presidential suite, people – while his left hand was slightly outstretched, on his hand hung a few articles of clothing and he was apparently in the possession of Sakura's very own clothes.
Talk of going into the Lion's damn hole man.
And of course Itachi smirked. This gesture is equal to a declaration of war and Sakura hated to loose, no matter how low her chances of winning the entirely thing were in the first place, or who her opponent happened to be. Her competitive side switched on. She narrowed her eyes, placed her right hand on top of her hip and showed an imposing pose.
„Way to state the obvious Itachi. Don't be a pain and give them back to me."
His smirk got wider.
"That is not a nice way of asking a favor, Haruno-san"
Back to first-name terms, huh. Last night he was behaving like a spoiled, jealous husband and now after a good nights fuck he acts like they were complete strangers. He pressed Sakura's buttons way too much. She weighted her head slightly to her left, put on a girly face and spoke in an over sweetly tone
"Itachi honey, how can you be so cold and address me with my family name after all the things we've done the night prior, you are so cruel". Sakura faked a tear and pouted a little.
The dark haired Uchiha raised an eyebrow, his features revealing apparent amusement.
"And pray tell me what said these things we have supposedly done were? My memory seems to be a little off, Haruno-san."
Oh, he's just begging for a right hook, straight into his stupid Uchiha face.
"Well then maybe these – Sakura freed a little bit of her robe showing her whole neck and collar bone – abuse marks would freshen up your memory a little, hm ?"
Itachi's smirk disappeared and a grin replaced it, showing off his perfect teeth.
"Ah, yes now I seem to recall." – his eyes sparked – "However they are not abuse marks but they simply mark what's mine."
Sakura was ready to punch the living daylights out of him. Had he just exclaimed he had marked her, like some freaking dog its territory!? Certainly, his brain appeared to be damaged. Bastard.
The pinkette had a light blush adoring her face, nevertheless her anger got the upper hand "God Itachi stop your stupid game, I simply want my clothes back and return home."
Itachi's posture straightened and he tossed Sakura's clothes straight at her. He then turned around and began walking away.
"Sounds better. Get ready and then I will see you off."
The pinkette in question stared at the retreating back of Itachi, amazed at his quick change of attitude. It appeared Sakura had won their bickering but lost something else at the same time. Itachi was going to send her home meaning he one; will know where she lives and two; will find a way to piss her off more.
Sakura let out a loud, frustrated groan. Uchiha's were such pains!
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A little shorther than usual, isn't it? But hey~~, there's only ItaSaku here :D No interruptions~~ ^ω^
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Unnecessary stuff written casually by the writer in order to bemuse readers:
-I once had to deliver something to our neighbour's house (that man's scary as hell!) and when I stood in fornt of his 'second' front door I rang the bell, turned the knob which then busted cracked and dropped down onto the pavement. I stood there for a few seconds debating whether to wait for my neighbour and stand for my .., er crime? or to run and pretend nothing happened at all.
I choose the later.
For my defence; I tried to re-attach the knob but it dropped down again..
Doujin-Maker off~~