-1Warnings: rated M for language violence and sexy situations ; )
So in this chapter, we come back in and if you remember the authors note at the end of the last chapter, I implied Itachi was going to intimidate poor Sakura (poor Sakura? 0-o)
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Her feet silently padded along chilled corridors, and down the stairs. The kitchen was empty, as it should be and she thanked the heavens that it was. Her tired fingers reached for a package of instant ramen, and Sakura set a pot of boiling water on the stove. "Suffering from insomnia are we?"
Her fingers slipped, and she swore as hot water burned her hand. "What do you want?" She turned around to see who she wanted to see the absolute least: Itachi. Her curious eyes took in his attire, before now she had only seen him in his cloak, and in a towel (quite frankly the latter was much less appealing), and this was…odd to say the least. He was wearing baggy black pants that settled low on his hips, and an equally baggy black T-shirt, almost like pajamas…if maniacs actually wore pajamas….which they didn't. His ravens hair hung down his back, and the Sharingan was activated. The red, contrasted against all the black he was wearing, was stunning.
He quirked his lips into a smile. "Clearly you have very poor manners."
"And clearly you have no respect for personal space!"
She glared at him as she sucked on her burned fingers.
"Now what's with all this hostility?"
He had moved closer and leaned against the island counter.
"You're a total psycho, and murdered my teammates and friends…not to mention kidnapped me, oh and lets not forget the Uchiha clan massacre."
He cocked his head to one side. "You are truly infuriating."
Suddenly he was right in front of her, hands on either side of the stove, effectively caging her there. He moved his face so close to her own that she could feel his breath tickle her hair.
"Your water's about to boil, kunoichi."
She gulped as she heard the stove knob click. With a smirk he backed away and slouched his way out of the room.
Frustrated and flustered she turned the stove back on and dumped the ramen into the water.
What the hell was that all about? Is this just one of his fucked up mind games? The sick bastard!
As she shoveled ramen into her mouth her mind merrily skipped back to his scent. It was dark, and efficient, yet alluring and masculine…she couldn't help but feel there was a hint of strawberries…No! this is just a sick, sick mind game he's trying to get you sucked into!
She nearly choked on her ramen when Inner Sakura popped up in her head and began to whine about how the strawberries, mixed so well with him…
She hadn't seen Inner Sakura in years! Forcibly she pushed the rude crude, and perverted Inner Sakura back down into the murky depths from which she had sprung.
Hastily she slammed the bowl into the sink, shattering it, and stomped upstairs to shower.
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"Hurry up yeah!"
"Shut up I just got in here!"
"If you don't get out I'll blow down the door yeah!"
"Go away!"
Sakura yelped as a small explosion blew the door off its flimsy hinges. She stumbled out of the shower and hastily wrapped a towel around herself. Deidara stood in the doorway, his blue eyes lazily traveling up and down her body.
"I did warn you."
Without a word she grabbed her clothes and slid out of the bathroom. He would get his just deserves in about three…two…one.
BOOM!
She ducked as pieces of the door and bathtub rained down on her. Those exploding notes sure did come in handy…
Deidara stumbled out. His hair was puffed out like a white man's afro, his cloak was singed, and he was absolutely livid.
"You little bitch!"
She backed away as he stepped closer and pulled the towel tighter around herself.
Suddenly her door flew open with a bang, and there stood Itachi. That was all she saw before a grey blur whizzed past her head and thanked into the wall, barely a centimeter from her head. His eyes paused on her towel covered body then slid over to the singed and infuriated Deidara.
His eyes narrowed, and Kisame barreled in sword aloft. "What's wrong? Are we being attacked?"
"NO THIS BITCH JUST BLEW UP THE BATHROOM!"
She fought back a smile as Kisame clutched his gut, howling with laughter.
"You don't have time for childish pranks, training starts early now that you got me up. Meet me in the training field in 10 minutes."
He said not a word more and swiftly disappeared.
Deidara snarled and moved forward to choke her, but another grey blur flew past his head, shaving off a slice of singed hair. And landing in the wall next to the first set of shuriken. He glared at the empty doorway, then at the still laughing Kisame, and finally at her before stomping off through the tattered remains of a door.
Turning to Kisame she saw that his eyes were roaming over her body lazily, lingering on all the wrong places. "Get out, I'm going to be late."
"I don't see why you have to get dressed", he said, "Why don't you surprise Itachi and show up naked?" his mouth quirked into a spiky toothed grin, but he quickly ducked out of the room as a chair sailed past his head.
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"Take this."
She reached up and caught the katana he had thrown at her.
"I can handle a sword you know."
He unsheathed his blade and stood before her.
They had abandoned their cloaks, for they would get in the way here, he was wearing a form-fitting black shirt that was coated in netting, and black pants. His kunai pouch was tied to his right thigh and his shuriken pouch to his belt, next to his katana sheath.
He placed the tip of his blade down in the soil. "Yes but your skills are mediocre."
She cocked her head to the side and fastened the sheath around her waist. She had dressed in tight. Black pants and an equally tight red tank top. It was the only clothing she could find in the compound.
"Oh really?" squinting against the sunlight she brought the beautiful weapon out of its sheath and held if before her, in ready battle stance.
Snorting he moved, lightning fast, almost managing to cut into her side. But she blocked it last second and retaliated by swinging her blade in a wide arc, towards his neck. He blocked it and kicked out at her midriff with painful accuracy. She gasped as the blow knocked the wind out of her. And sent her flying. The ground was unforgiving hard, and incredibly bumpy, and she hit it with full force.
Wasting no time she back-flipped up and blocked his third strike, this time aimed at her legs. She spat out a luggie, consisting of phlegm and blood and landed a decent punch to his jugular notch. His eyes widened and he flew up to the one tree. No doubt she had just crushed his larynx, cutting off his ability to speak, and he would have a hard time breathing.
Grinning she poured chakra into the blade and hacked into the tree. It split in two as if it was warm butter, and Itachi flew at her. This was far from over.
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Deidara, Tobi, Zetsu, and Kisame, all fled out of the way as a huge chunk of earth flew in their direction. Kisame spoke up, "Itachi-san don't you think you should stop for now?"
His beady shark's eyes flicked from Itachi to Sakura and back again. Both were dirty sweaty and beaten, and the training field…well lets just say it had seen better days.
Itachi, who had Sakura pinned to the ground, looked up, and unable to speak, he slowly nodded. Sakura, who was now free of his deadweight got up and walked past a snickering Deidara, whom she was glad to see still had a large chunk of singed hair visible.
A hand on her shoulder stopped her as she stood on the doors threshold. Itachi was there, raising an eyebrow and pointing to his throat. She smiled, and held up a hand that was glowing, with green chakra.
As it touched his skin she felt him flinch, but soon he was healed.
This kunoichi is something else.
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Okay I hope this is long enough!!! And to those of you who wished to see more of their training I hope this was sufficient! Please review, and tell me how I am doing so far!