-1Warnings: rated M for language violence and sexy situations ; )
Ok Ok, I'll admit I have been stingy on the sexiness, but I mean come on! Sakura is going through intense emotional turmoil, she has turned away from a troubled life into an even more troubled life. It wouldnt exactly be practical for someone to strip down and have hot smex with the first hot man, who also happens to be your 1st loves older brother now would it? Does that make moral sense to you people? I hope so…well your patience will be rewarded,
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"Good evening Itachi-san, I suppose you know why I'm here?" the pink-haired woman who stood in front of his doorway said. Itachi didn't answer, he couldn't because his fractured jaw line had begun to ache painfully. Her jade eyes noticed his injured face and he saw a smirk grace her lips. "Well before I begin, I need to heal your other injuries, or it might…hinder my attempts to help you regain your eyesight."
He grunted and stepped aside for her to enter. She held her notebook with one arm and tied up her hair with the other, her pen held between her teeth. This task completed she tucked the pen behind her ear and frowned at him. He cocked his hip against the doorframe and raised an eyebrow at the flush that rose to her cheeks. "If you would lay down and get into a comfortable position Itachi-san I can start."
He inwardly chuckled at the perceived innuendo and began to walk across the room. She was scribbling on her notebook with her head bent. He smirked to himself and snuck up behind her, his body centimeters from her own, head directly behind her own. "My name is Itachi, Sakura-chan."
Itachi felt her heartbeat jump as his presence was detected, and she answered coolly, "And mine is Sakura."
He had moved too fast for her advanced chakra sensing abilities to perceive and it unnerved her. He could feel her unease at being inferior to his skill. He could also feel her hunger to be equal to, or even surpass his abilities. Itachi could tell she had the ability. He settled down on his mattress and put his hands behind his head, watching the pink haired spitfire's every move. She pulled up a chair, setting it right against the mattress. He could feel her body heat mingling with his own. "Is this going to be painful in any way?"
She smirked and replied, "Funny to think that a stoic Uchiha such as yourself would be apprehensive to a little word such as pain."
He glared at her as she raised her hands up above his face. Sakura's invasive chakra analyzed the extent of the damage. She paused once, scribbled something ineligible on the notebook, and then began to heal. It was amazing how quickly and accurately her gentle chakra knitted the fractured bone back together, rejoined the miniscule muscles, and healed the bruised flesh. He breathed with comfort able to move his mouth for the first time in two days. She didn't wait for him to say anything but merely placed her hands above his eyes. He listened while he spoke.
"Now, it will take a while to heal all this circulatory damage to you're chakra system. It seems that the large amount of chakra, put into activating and maintaining the Sharingan corrodes the systems, 'chakra veins' so to speak. I'm going to use my chakra, to inspect the full extent of the damage, and repair the corroded, and collapsed vessels. Also I need to remove the energy, build up around the retina and optic nerve. Do you understand?"
Any normal person would have answered with something along the lines of: 'Say what?' but Itachi merely gave her a small: "Hn".
She glared and began the healing process. Itachi closed his eyes and enjoyed the soft warm chakra flowing through his eyes, relishing in the feeling of renewal. Her essence poked and prodded, inside his eyes, slowly repairing all those years of damage. Suddenly she stooped, and he opened his eyes. Her chakra was still, in his eyes, but he could see her brow furrowed in intense concentration. She had encountered a problem…or was curious about something. Sooner or later, his chakra, wouldn't allow hers to sit idle in his system. And he wasn't about to stop it.
As expected, Itachi's chakra rushed up to greet the alien energy, that was Sakura. She sighed in frustration, and pulled her essence out of his chakra system. Her jade eyes looked foggily into his own. "You could have stopped that you know."
He grinned. "But I didn't."
His slightly improved eyes looked on in amusement as she stood, stumbled and caught herself on the edge of his mattress. "I found something interesting and…I had to look at it…but your damned chakra, canceled out my flow, leaving me tapped out. You bastard…"
Those were her last words before she swayed and started to fall. His lightning fast reflexes allowed him to catch her, laying her long-ways on top of him. Her breath was shallow, and tired, but she would be just fine. He relished in their closeness, and the way her head rested just below his chin. He wrapped his arms around her warm body, letting himself have this one moment. He was pretty much as weakened as she was from the clash of their chakras.
She stirred, and wriggled a bit, the raven-haired man could already feel her chakra recuperating and coming back. She would regain consciousness in about 15 minutes or so. He shuddered to think what she would do to him if she woke to being on top of him. He rolled her over next to him and stood up to wait for her to wake.
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Sakura shot bolt upright in bed. It had only been a few minutes since she had been rendered unconscious. Her sharp jade eyes scanned the room. There he was leaning against the desk, gazing at the floor. She sat up, and he looked at her. "We can continue, tomorrow." he muttered.
She snorted and grabbed his wrist with chakra laced fingers. "I don't think so, I have to finish up one more thing…"
She pulled him toward the bed, but something tripped her up and she fell down onto the mattress pulling Itachi along with her. He fell as if it was an art, and somehow managed to land on top of her, hands on either side of her shoulders, one knee between her legs the other next to her hip. She looked up into his smoldering dark eyes, and noticed he was smirking an amusement.
"You tripped me!" she said. Itachi raised an eyebrow and the smirk deepened. "You don't seem to be complaining." Her jade eyes widened at the innuendo and she glared. "You bastard. You kidnap me, force me to join this horrid organization, forced me to torture an innocent man and made me watched as you stabbed my best friend. You're a horrible, cynical, downright evi---"
Her next words were cut off as he brought down his lips upon her own, massaging them and causing her to fall silent. Finally he pulled away. "I still don't see you complaining." His dark eyes looked down into her own and she involuntarily shivered.
That was all he needed. He brought his mouth down upon hers, letting his hand run up and down her body while the other lay centimeters from her hip. She gasped slightly as her legs tangled with his and her hands touched him , very much against her own will. He lowered himself down on one elbow so he was now only inches elevated above her torso, sinuous, muscled body, hardened from so many years as shinobi, aligning perfectly with her own.
"I hope you know I hate you." Sakura whispered hoarsely against the soft skin of his ear. He chuckled maniacally and whispered against her ear, "It's funny how blurred the line between hate and lust becomes." She half sighed half screamed and rolled him over onto his back, pinning him there with chakra enhanced fingers and knees. Her hands were painfully gripped on his shoulders while her knees coincided painfully with his hips.
"I owe you nothing, I wan nothing to so with your mind games, attraction or lust, all I want is freedom and now I see I was hopelessly and foolishly blind to even consider joining this bloodthirsty, power-hungry criminal complex of an organization. To be quite honest with you I hope you all die slow painful deaths at the hands of justice, you in particular…Sasuke has been after your blood for far too long and given far to much just to see your demise. I sincerely hope he gets his wish of destroying you himself."
His eyes flashed and before she knew it she found herself off the bed and pinned painfully, and threateningly against the wall. His right hand was at her throat, his left hung, unnecessary at his side while his knee crushed her thigh against the stone wall.
"I've tolerated your flippancy and disrespect but if you do it again I will kill you."
Her dangerous eyes that were brimming with a burning fire glared into his which had considerably dulled. Finally, through the pain she managed to whisper in nothing but pure vehemence, "I'm willing to take that chance…I'm not about to sacrifice who I am to become like you, I will never lower myself to your standards…never in a thousand lifetimes."
His grip tightened and for a moment she thought about what would happen if she died in his hands, but he let her fall to the ground and said simply "Get out before I change my mind."
Sakura had plenty of fire and spirit, but she wasn't dense, she knew when to retreat. Without another word she walked out of the room with as much dignity a person in her position could muster.
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Her decision was made, there would be no more of this. It was time to move on. Sakura folded the thick black cloak neatly atop her pillow, setting the rarely worn ring on top of it with little, if any, ceremony. She was dressed in practical knee-high sandals that also served as shin guards, a black medical skirt/apron, under that equally black knee length netting for modesty's sake and a reasonably tight shirt encased her lean but curved torso. Her headband was nowhere to be seen. She had hidden it within the depths of her knapsack. It was part of a past best left forgotten, but she was unable to let go completely. Her delicate, yet strong, fingers closed tensely around the strap of her backpack as she reminded herself that going back to the Village Hidden in the Leaves was absolutely not an option. She pushed her silky pink hair out of her face and tucked a strand behind her ear.
After all these years of searching for herself Sakura had come to the opinion that if she was ever to gain personal insight, and freedom, she had to go her hown way and make her own life, not allow someone else to make her choices. She was as yet unsure of what lay on the blank path of a lone shinobi but the one thing she was sure of was that it included freedom and a true definition of a new life.
Slowly and carefully she began to draw her chakra into herself. Too fast and it would alert one of he Akatsuki. Time to go. Swiftly she turned on her heel and opened the window.
"And here I thought you would've left long ago."
The pink-haired young woman gasped and turned to see Itachi leaning against the doorframe, hip cocked, and Sharingan activated. Sakura gulped and stepped back from the window sill to face him. "My decision is made, whether you like it or not I am through with the Akatsuki."
He smirked and slowly walked up to her, pushing her body back against the window with his own and sliding the window shut. "I cant say that I approve…but before you go…how about lowering your standards a bit?…" Sakura grimaced at the perceived innuendo. "I have told you that I hate you, isn't that enough to make you leave me be?"
"Hmmm…no."
He kissed her heatedly, his tongue slowly and methodically moving over her closed mouth. Grudgingly she opened her mouth and slid her arms around his neck, lifting her knee to rest on his hip and drawing herself closer. He deepened the kiss and his hands roamed across her back, tugging at the hemline. Sakura finally broke the kiss and glared lustily into his eyes. Guessing what she was going to say next he smirked and said, "I think you owe yourself one night of sin little cherry blossom." He took her mouth opening slightly as a 'yes' and kissed her again, while lifting her shirt over her head, letting her pack fall to the ground. Her greedy little hands reached up and tugged the hair tie from his long raven black hair and twisted themselves into the silky strands. Itachi lifted her up against the wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist to support herself. His mouth left hers and lazily made its way down her neck, resting in one or two places to nip her soft skin. He was rewarded with her arching into the curve of his torso and heatedly biting into his shoulder.
She squirmed against him and he backed up an inch from the wall. Sakura dropped to the floor lightly on her feet and pulled out a kunai. He tensed but, she merely pulled him closer and ran the deadly metal tool slice through the thin netting that was his shirt. As she was going to let it fall to the ground he grabbed it from her and sliced off her bindings, leaving her naked torso bare to his hungry eyes.
Without a word eh picked her up and lay her down on the bed, knocking the cloak and the ring to the ground, and left a trail of kisses from her jaw line, down her neck and across her chest.
And so Sakura gave into deadly temptation, letting one night of sin enter her life.
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Okay people please do not shoot me!!! I have been so busy and caught up with life that I really had no time to write this chapter. I rewrote it so many times that I kind of lost count, but here it is and I sincerely hope you enjoyed it! P.S: Reviews make me smile even though I don't deserve them!