'Run little flower…'
She darted from tree to tree. Going as fast as her body would allow.
'Run and run…'
She refused to be anybody's prisoner.
'Dash and flee as fast as you can…'
Even if she had to flee like their prey.
'But know that in the end I'll come to be victorious…'
She would not let him take her back.
'And you'll be back in your cage, my arms…'
Haruno Sakura was nobody's pet.
'Never to leave again…'
Two days.
Forty-two hour's approximately.
That's how long she estimated shed been there.
In the icy grasp of a dungeon.
With no chakra which to speak of.
Sakura knew she was in trouble.
But she wasn't sure how it came to be.
The last thing she remembered was camping out with her surrogate team after the accomplishment of a mission, and then falling asleep after her watch was over.
She wondered if her team was alright.
They had clearly been ambushed…So perhaps they were dead.
She didn't think that they would have let the Hokage's apprentice be kidnapped without a fight, after all.
Because she was incredibly sure she had been stolen from her makeshift bed two nights ago.
Sakura wondered when someone would come.
He hadn't expected her to be so patient.
The girl he had gotten to know from a distance was usually different from this.
Or perhaps she refrained from shouting because she knew there was danger abroad.
He smirked slightly.
And abstained from destroying everything within sight because he had had Kisame drain her chakra reservoirs.
He missed the normal Sakura, still.
He resolved to take her from the dungeons the next day.
He couldn't let his flower wither away in such a belittling place, after all.
She woke up to a soft mattress, silky sheets, and feathery pillows.
She wondered if this was her captor's way of being sadistic before he or she had her killed.
She sighed and cuddled deeper into the welcoming warmth of the bed.
She didn't notice the presence lurking in the shadows.
Or the fact that her clothes had been replaced with a white nightgown.
From what he had learned, he knew his flower didn't think to much of herself.
When she fought against someone she berated herself for not doing better.
She considered herself weak.
When she glanced in a mirror she could only find faults.
She didn't think of herself as pretty.
When someone would praise her she would become sad.
She didn't believe their words, she thought quite the opposite.
She was her own enemy.
He watched her from a shadowed corner.
She obviously thought she was going to die.
He had seen it in her eyes.
The shadow of resignation.
The phantom of looming death that he knew she would welcome.
He knew she didn't value anything about herself.
Her life included.
He was determined to change that.
She sat up on the bed, and was horrified to find that someone had changed her clothes.
It embarrassed her to think that someone had seen her pitiful excuse for a body.
The gown was pretty though, she thought.
It was flowing pearl white.
With enough lace to make it look beautiful but not too girly.
The only think she didn't like was the fact that it showed to much.
It had a white petticoat of sorts underneath…But it still showed off every detail of her frame.
And much to her horror it sat extremely low, showing of the top of her bosom.
She lifted the silky black sheets to her, covering herself fully.
He walked towards the bed his flower was sitting on.
He moved slowly and silently, so that the only sound in the room was the light swish of his cloak brushing against the marble floor.
With keen eyes he noted that she had stiffened.
Perhaps she thought her end had come?
He stopped at the foot of the bed.
Watching her as she no doubt struggled mentally with herself.
She sat cross-legged. With the sheet draped over her head, so that only a hint of pink hair was visible on her bowed head.
He waited in silence.
He knew her well, and as such knew that she would be the first to initiate something.
She spoke after a few minutes of silence.
"Have you come to kill me?" she asked softly.
There wasn't a trace of fear in her voice. And so he smiled at the fact that she was a good Kunoichi.
She had learned to conceal her emotions after all.
But something nagged him.
And told him that perhaps she had none to hide.
"No," he said with a mimic of her pitch.
And so she looked up.
Hiding her confusion as well as her supposed fear.
"Then why am I here. No doubt I was taken to be killed."
She scoffed.
"I have a bounty on my head, after all with any Missing Nin."
He nodded.
"I am aware of that. But that isn't why you are here," he said.
She frowned.
"Who are you," she asked cautiously.
He closed his eyes and smiled softly from behind his cloak.
He heard her gasp as his eyes reopened.
"Sharingan," she whispered in awe.
"Uchiha Itachi," she affirmed to herself.
He nodded.
She swallowed harshly.
"Why am I here?' she asked again.
He took in the sight of her.
On his bed.
Surrounded by his sheets.
Resting against his pillows.
With a satisfied grin he turned towards the door to the room.
Unsealed it with his chakra.
And stepped through.
He met eyes with her one last time before he closed the door.
"To be my pet," he whispered.
'Enjoy it while it lasts…'
He followed the escaping Kunoichi, keeping a small distance from behind her.
'The leisure to run free…'
He decided to play a bit before he caught her.
Because once I catch you I'll never let you go…'
Because when he did she wouldn't see daylight for quite while.
'Your most hated punishment…'
Her punishment for being disobedient.
'To teach you that you have no choice…'
For thinking that she could rid herself of him.
'You belong to me whether you like it or not…'
Uchiha Itachi's little pet.
Would anyone believe me if I told you I was cleaning out my hardrive and found this?
-I don't own Naruto-
-cf-