-1Warnings: rated M for language violence and sexy situations ; )

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Itachi squatted on the post of his bed and closed his worn, fathomless, black eyes. They had suffered much wear and tear from the Sharingan. Perhaps the medic could heal them…but then again perhaps not. A smile played over his lips, he had been training her relentlessly, for a little over a week, and today, she would learn the subtle art of torture. With her medical expertise she knows the human body better than anyone here. She knows all vital points, weak spots, and most likely the key points of torture. Still, she is a woman…most likely scenario: she wont last one hour.

Taking a deep breath he jumped down from his perch and donned the thick red and black cloak. Time to wake her up.

Lately she had taken on an annoying habit of trying to thwart his attempts to rouse her. Just yesterday he had opened the door to find thin, metallic wires strung all over the room. He cut through them and avoided the traps with ease of course but, none the less it was still annoying.

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Sakura curled up under the blankets and snuggled deeper into their warmth. Forget training. She needed sleep. For the past seven days it was stay up till midnight and wake up at dawn. She was tired of it, quite literally. Today would be one of rest, whether Itachi liked it or not. She curled up tighter when she heard the door open and close again.

"Arise kunoichi."

Ignoring his request she replied, "I have a name. It's Sakura."

"If you don't get up I'll have to force you."

"I'd like to see you try."

"Is that a challenge?"

"No, it's a 'go away and leave me alone' message that you don't seem to be getting."

She felt a hand slide over the soft skin of her neck and firmly grasped her there. She reached up swiftly and twisted the hand that held her around. Her sleep fogged green eyes, met his red Sharingan ones, and she pushed him away. He grabbed her wrists and dragged her off the mattress. She was now held aloft by Itachi, her tousled pink locks were getting longer he saw. But that was all he saw before her legs tripped him up. He stumbled back and let her go. She was standing and glaring at him with sleepy distaste.

He moved so fast she couldn't see him, but knew he was behind her, so she spun around and lashed out with a chakra strengthened foot. He was there, and dodged her deadly attack. Sakura's fist aimed for his face, but was blocked. She tried to pull away, but he twisted her fist and with it her arm, turning her around so that her back was to his front. His other hand found its way to her other arm. Now she was rendered immobile, and she had been disarmed with so little effort that it shamed her.

His lips hovered near her ear, and she felt his warm breath tickle her ear lobe. The smell of him, and strawberries filled her nostrils.

"The Akatsuki don't have time for sleep…Sakura."

At his words a dangerous tingle swept up her spine, and sent her stomach into a sickening fit. She gulped and replied, "Very well, I will be out momentarily."

What the hell was that all about?

He left her there in the semi-darkness, while confused thoughts roiled around in her head.

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"You sick son of a bitch!"

Itachi cocked his head to the side, as his apprentice and conundrum dropped her cloak to the floor and began to pace the small dark room. He watched her closely. He found it fascinating how her shoulder length pink locks swung from side to side, with her body movements. He had begun to notice her habits over these past few days. Now she was beginning to show she was agitated by crossing her arms over her chest and bringing one hand up to her neck.

"Your going to make me torture that man when he has done nothing to you!?"

He cocked his head to the side as she stopped pacing and placed her hands on her hips. "Yes is that a problem?"

"YES IT IS!"

"And why is that?"

He exited the room so she was forced to follow.

"I don't know…maybe because there is no reason for it!"

He rounded a corner and she started to jog to keep up.

"This should not bother you kunoi---Sakura."

"Why not?"

He had come to the kitchen and sat down next to a bowl of strawberries.

Her eyes slid from his face to the fruit and she paled a shade. Is this why he smells like strawberries?

Removing the thick red and black cloak and slinging over the back of his chair he picked up a strawberry and rolled the fruit around in his hand.

"It is mere practice Sakura. This man is nothing more than another human being who means nothing to you personally. Why do you insist on being chivalrous when clearly you have thrown away that part of your life?"

She bit her lip and sat across from him. He looked at her, taking in how the smooth features of her pretty face shifted and changed a little. Her eyebrows slanted downward and her full lips molded themselves into a thoughtful pout. Her jade eyes looked up from the table and fell on the fruit in his hand. Curious he lifted it to his lips and bit into it. He enjoyed the sweet tangy taste.

Seeing that she sighed and said, "Even if I have thrown away my old life Itachi, I still hold some morals."

He blinked and took another strawberry. This one was sweeter than the first. "Funny, when I threw my old life away I felt no remorse at all. My morals have changed along with me."

She crossed her arms on the counter and looked down. "Yes but you threw your life away for a completely different reason. And I have no reason to change my morals."

He grunted and bit into another strawberry. "I think Sakura that you are not doing this for yourself but still for the others around you. Isn't that how you lived in Konoha? Always doing for others and not yourself?"

She looked into his coal-black eyes and said with as much venom as she could muster, "You know nothing of my life back there!"

"No but I can guess. Sakura you need to stop thinking of others so much. Indulge a little." he cocked his head to the side and tossed a strawberry at her. She caught it and looked at the fruit then back at him, but he was no longer sitting in his seat. Sakura made to turn around but breath tickling her ear stopped her movements. Familiar arms came around either side of her, and even more familiar hands came to rest very close to her own.

"Indulgence is one of life's little gifts Sakura, take advantage of it." Her breath hitched and her heart raced as his hand came over her own which held the strawberry and guided it to her mouth. She gulped but his hand fell away and she felt his presence fade as he left the room.

Only when his chakra signature was far from her own did she take a bite of the bittersweet fruit.

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Sakura splashed icy cold water over her face and reached for a towel. She knew that eventually she would go and torture the man but for now she just needed time to clear her head. She had repaired the bathroom, and had threatened not to fix it the next time if Deidara made a fuss about it again.

He had talked to her briefly a couple of times over the week but mostly stayed in his room. Out of mild curiosity and raging boredom she walked next door and knocked.

She nervously scratched the back of her neck, and ran her hand across her smooth shoulder. But then the door opened and a sleepy looking Deidara answered.

Lucky bastard…I bet he didn't have an asshole of an Akatsuki sensei.

His hair was down and hung down his back in a messy bundle.

"What do you want hm?"

"Err…I hear you're an artist."

He rolled his blue eyes, "So I've been told."

"Do you paint at all?"

"Look if you came here for small talk I have better things to do."

She frowned. "I was just curious."

He seemed like he would want nothing more than to slam the door in her face, but relented and said, "Come back tomorrow yeah…I'll show you something."

She blinked then nodded and he shut the door.

Sakura sighed and ran her hand through her thick pink hair. Now there was little she could do to put off the inevitable.

Dreading what she would have to do she knocked on Itachi's door. When he answered she looked down. "Your ready I take it?"

Without a word she nodded and followed him to the basement and a small cell.

"Do whatever you must except kill him to find out, where he saw an ANBU squad."

"ANBU?"

He smiled. "It appears you are missed."

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I'm really sorry for cutting off the torture scene!!! If you really want me to write out the scene tell me in the reviews and ill write some of it next chapter! So review and tell me what you think! Please and thank you!

Kakashi'sGirl101