Chapter 8

(I know I'm a horrible person for not updating again- for so long. High school is truly evil giving me a rough draft over the weekend while I'm sick and also have to clean the house –SIGH- on a lighter note I saw Shrek 3 and its awesomeness! Oddly enough when I got back I felt it was time to write a new chapter, mostly because I'm supposed to be cleaning now. Also, a note…ha, lemons are not my strong point- maybe one day

I hope you patient readers like it! CHA! )

She could still feel the rough texture of the wall boring into her back, each struggle against Itachi's taller frame making her feel more helpless, and he intended to do his own part as he devoured her mouth. It couldn't be what a kiss was like…they were supposed to be soft and pleasant the kind that make you lift a leg (she'd been told) or see gleaming fireworks; not feel so utterly small and taken even if you wanted it. WHY had she wanted it! She could have bit his lip and slobbered and clawed (losing chakra didn't make her lose those sharp nails) and made it his worst experience to date, a lesson in ever trying to control her. She had given in and fallen for it when he'd pretended to force her lips inside so he could put in his tongue. Just as her lips parted ( one hand holding back her wrist, the other gripping her second wrist using her own fingers to rise reach into the black cloak to the bare smooth skin of flat stomach) his tongue slipped back into his own mouth and he let out a hot, controlled breath against her waiting mouth. Then his mouth closed and he held her to the wall not even pulling back, keeping her at the very tiny distance from him (millimeters) and leaving her to look like a ready fool.

The jade eyes that had never closed during all of it (well only a few times to blink) widened at what was happening and she quickly pressed her lips together in shame. She wanted to (even now) say that it was because she'd wished it was Sasuke kissing her (and maybe even a small part inside her believed it) , but she knew she'd given into Itachi himself because of the way he kissed her.

It was puberty. It had to be, she was only still a teenager after all and physical contact of passion (there hadn't been lust or need in that) or strong emotions would always send the mind for a whirl.

Flashback:

He was smiling and it was terrifying. She heard a ruffle of fabric, bell jingle, jingle jingling, and felt her skin exposed to cool air (no rough fingertips; not like a woman's at all. Not like she'd had a woman! Just she knew her 'own' fingertips well) as his face stayed close enough to (kiss) attack her mouth again. Though, with the direction his hand was moving (she'd snapped out of daydream, puberty land and was switch over to cautious) it looked like he was going to attack more than her lips.

"I-Itachi?"

"What is it neko? I'm busy."

"Stop." She pushed forward accidentally as his fingers brushed down her back, lips brushing with his.

He smirked against the kiss and the obvious fluster in her expression trying to pull back but to close to him for that to be possible. "I'm supposed to ignore your hints?"

'HINTS?!' "W-What hints?" She shouldn't have even tried though, her statement mumbled into his mouth (with their lips still pressed together, and her more against him than he against her she couldn't quite shape her mouth right).

To her luck he graciously pulled away (an inch or so) , licking his lips so discreetly that when she noticed it gave her shivers.

"What hints?" There, that sounded clear.

"I want you."

Sakura was throw for a loop her eyes going white into 'wtf' mode, that had nothing to do ( DID HE SAY HE WANTED HER?! ) with 'hints' either! Unfortunately the enthusiasm was lost in her next question.

"What?"

"Be mine neko and no one else's."

She could tell by those deep black hues he was serious, but she couldn't tell WHY and she couldn't agree.

"No, are you crazy? You're my 'enemy. We don't get along or belong to each other or…" Her cheeks were brimming pink.

"But you like it when I kiss you?" His tone was laced with humor, her reasons of 'no' ignored.

"I like it when Sasuke-kun kisses me."

SLAP.

End Flashback.

The kunoichi placed a hand to her sore (red-hand printed) cheek. Who knew Itachi could get so mad? It stung, and the mark hadn't even faded. It was starting to get ridiculous that she hadn't tried for another escape attempt (ow) after being given (more like he left her in a angry huff-stride- calm walk after slapping someone hard enough to make their head turn) the chance to walk around.

"Saaa-ku-rrrr-a"

Sakura turned to stone at the voice, trying to chip herself out before- too late.

"What happened to you squirt? Finally get some training in you?"

'Don't look at him, don't look at him.'

"Ah, I bet you're tame too."

She could feel him staring at her bell, or maybe she was hopefully imagining it.

"Some fuzzy pink ears here (there was a tap on one side of her head, then the other) and a tail; you'll be the perfect house cat. Your tail could even swish when you got angry."

Sakura blushed at every word (housecat, housecat, housecat) the stiffness only fading a little so she could lower her head and hide her embarrassment (the bell jingled without mercy).

He leaned his mouth to her ear (making her eyes go wide).

"I punch housecats too."

Alright, that was the last straw! Turning to face Kisame she scrunched her face in annoyance, green eyes shining with fire (even though her flustered self made her footing clumsy and the bell kept jingling making her seem cute and catlike with such an adorable blush).

"If I was a housecat I'd eat you, stupid fish!"

Sakura's brave reply received a sharp (super strength) punch to the gut; and she struggled to keep her ground choking at the pain (her body was so useless right now!). She winced and stood her ground, keeping her eyes to him and not daring them to look at the ground. Damn, her cheek still hurt; not to mention she nearly lost all possible air from that punch (could be the way her breathing just picked up and her face is turning a funny color).

"That looks like it hurt."

She received a kick to her leg (at the same level of strength) and her eyes went wide at the tearing pain forcing herself not to collapse to her knees and beg for no more.

"Thanks Mr. Blue you're oh so helpful."

It hurt like hell, ha clumsy footing too (that made it hurt much worse, nothing was protected).

"Don't you know who you're insulting yet?"

He didn't reach for his sword (it didn't seem to be worthy of her) instead kicking her other leg. This time it DID affect her (no matter how hard she tried for it not too) and she stumbled backwards falling onto her butt. The sword was at her throat (wasn't that just courteous of him to find she was indeed worthy) in seconds; hovering.

"Apologize."

Her legs were on fire.

It was like two kunai had pierced through the skin and now was firmly implanted in closed up holes, the kunai not even perfect through; piercing her legs with their sharp tip instead of the well gripped handle. Her gut was also sore (not as bad as her legs) and her breathing was becoming difficult with this very fast list of injuries. The mark on her cheeks seemed shallow compared…

It was nice to have your chakra, you could put fight back into your body and with all her practice she'd made the chakra into medicine and miracle healing (was something you could never forget or want to let go of) anything she had to. She didn't have it now. She didn't have friends or family, or even a handy weapon or plan (she should have had a plan but after being knocked around so much she was blank in the brain) only herself.

"Kisame, (even with that she felt the blade press closer) move your sword I'd like to stand up."

He didn't move the sword but he was at least looking at her.

"Why would I want you to stand up?"

"I want to take what I deserve on my feet."

His gaze was more intent wondering if she was going to pull something, but he gave her a small sharptoothed-grin.

"If that's the way you feel, but all you had to do was say 'sorry'. Can't do that?"

She managed not to sweat as the sword kept at her neck teasingly pressing the blade against the skin feeling the sharp edge.

"I'm stubborn."

She managed a smile, and to her relief he pulled the sword away and waited.

Sighing aloud (which for some reason hurt everything) she knew she wasn't going to get any help in this and her decision was made. It was hard not to whimper.

Her legs could be asleep and numb by how much they didn't want to move.

This, was going to hurt.

First things first she needed balance. The wall was the closest method, but it was still far from the spot she had landed. There was a chance she could start on her hand and make her way up to her legs in a clean swoop, but she wasn't sure if she could survive the pressure that would put on her legs.

'I think some thing is sprained too.'

She had to be careful about this or she might worsen herself, but being slow wouldn't work either; it was lose or lose situation.

Then she reworked her earlier thought of support/balance. Well, well she might actually have a plan yet.

Kisame waited patiently for her to stand a bit interested in what she was going to do. He was certain there was something up her sleeve and he wouldn't be fooled twice, but it was quite the show watching her glance from her to there and gather different expression on her face (ever emotion so readable) the one now filled with what looked to be hope and cheering. He watched her slide from her spot with the use of her hands, a slow shift of her body as she lifted her weight of the ground and moved from her current position…in a circle.

Now in the right position she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She might…she would make it off the ground. She placed her palms to the cool floor and opened her eyes (no chakra but using whatever amount of strength she could) pushing off the ground with her hands as hard as she could and rising up with that good boost of arm strength into the wall. Now came the hard part, her forehead had smacked the wall and she was currently crouched (half way up half way down) no longer on her rump but not having her nice long legs stretched out either. She told her mind (wall) to focus on her upper body that leaned heavily into the wall all of her strength in her arms as she placed palms against the (non-gripping) wall and made the force of her palm as hard as possible moving it up several inches (her legs weak and aching beneath her) and doing the same with the other her breathing heavy.

He was startled at her display, curious when she hit the wall wondering if she'd tried to knock herself unconscious, but no she seemed to be rising.

She kept up with her hands as high as she could make them go from her position, then lifted her upper body with it till she was only at the point where her knees needed to be unbent. Her breaths were rapid now, taking in as much air as possible with inward cries to give up as she stupidly pushed herself and started on the first leg. As she moved it out from the wall and set it down putting her weight on it she nearly screamed. Biting her lip to cover her anguish 'just' stopped it from being heard, but as she tried to straighten it again tears were soon dripping down her cheeks.

She pushed on like a solider. Her nose didn't stuff up nor her lip tremble as the tears came (silent crying) and she did the same with her other foot, a little shaky at first but it came down solid. She shook and the jagged pain through her body but straightened like it wasn't anything at all and looked to him calm as could be (the tears making her eyes watery as the continued down her cheek dripping off her chin).

"Do your worst."

He sighed.

"What?" She gave him a confused look, the motion of her head making her body move and she immediately stiffened everything before the pain could come. Wait, of course there would be pain to come…that was what he was going to give her, again and again.

He flicked her forehead.

"You're like a little kid."

She blinked and her expression scrunched up, the tears not flowing so much though they still shown in the corners of her eyes.

"What? I am not…hey! Ow, ow, ow!"

He was pinching her cheek, giving her a wide sharky grin.

"I'm much older that you. You're a kid. Now let's go get you cleaned up."

"Cleaned up?" She gave him a look of utter terror, h-he was going to take advantage of her?! T-that just wasn't right!

He snerked at her vandalized expression, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Relax brat, I'm not that type. Feisty little female ukes aren't my style."

Feisty little female ukes

"W-what? I'm not!"

She was pulled along after him by the hand; his grip gentle.

"Whatever you say. Let's just go clean up that pretty face before it gets any dirtier." He looked down to her legs that seemed to be greatly struggling to keep up. "Are you going to have problems getting there? I'll go as slow as you need."

Sakura pouted and glanced to the side, a slight blush to her cheeks as the bell jingled at every step.

"Would you even?"

"Nope."

She stiffened and there was a dark look in her narrowed eyes.

"You…"

"I'm kidding." He gave a hearty laugh. "I'm kidding."

They continued down the hall, Sakura pouting as Kisame laughed. The tears had stopped.

(( Well, I wonder how it turned into that…I was going to have to Kisame part be a lot shorter but oh well. Sakura has brought out Kisame's nurturing side! And to answer any questions about this- no there won't be any KisamexSakura couple/pairing. Also the part with 'Sasuke-kun kissing her' its never happened, it was just her being somewhat honest and giving a really good retort. Oh right I was going to throw in some Sasori, Deidara, and FINALLY Gaara, but this seemed like a good stop for this chapter, don't worry the next chapter is already being planned in my head. Now to some long awaited reviews--!!!

SweetAssassin +heart+ Ha, I'm glad! Updated!

sakurachn She was dreaming in the cell, Gaara wasn't really there. HE WILL BE THOUGH DX I swear! But it has to make sense ;

Asian Chick 77: If I ever get good at writing lemons I will, I love GaaSaku! Ha…well you'll have to see on the pairings. I hope you liked this chapter though.

o0Dreamer0o: Ha, thank you! I love the Akatsuki too

luvssasuke: I get my eight reviews and I will!

mistyshadowspy: …Sakura or Itachi?

CosenAngel: hahahaha, I'm glad it's "sort of cute" and Saku dressed like that would be adorable- your suggestion gave me the idea for kitty ears and tail; D

And that's all calling it a night…jeez I always end up writing so much! Thank you for being patient, as a special treat for your waiting after 8 reviews for this chapter I'll update! Eight reviews only, not seven. Any more would be awesome! See you next time)