"Please! SPARE ME, I'll give you anything you want! All of my money!"
A shrill voice pierced the night air in the land of rice. Said night was darker than most, the air thick was a mysterious fog that had floated in not long after midnight. There was a strange odor in the air, one that promised suffering and death. If you were to look more closely you would see that splatters of blood that covered the west end streets.
"We show no mercy. What you have done to others here has already sealed your death." A soft, deep male voice answered the pleading wales.
"NOOO! PLEASE!" He shrieked.
Inside the huge manor, 3 cloaked shinobi stood in front of a trembling, whimpering poor excuse of a man. He was sitting on the ground, his arms out behind him as he attempted to scurry away from the 3 intruders.
"Blossom?"
The smallest, perhaps most curious looking cloaked figure stepped forward, the man stared at its silhouette in horror. He swallowed loudly, a sob catching in his doomed throat.
"Your wife and children will find your body. Perhaps you will be a lesson for the village. You are worthless. If anyone again commits the crimes you have they will be properly disposed of." An almost angelic voice addressed him from beneath a mysterious straw hat.
He watched, his body racking with shivers, as the tiny figure moved. He saw a small hand pass through a beam of moonlight. It was pale, the child like fingernails painted a deep turquoise. It disappeared into the darkness, and brought back with it the straw hat that had been placed atop its head. The figure stepped forward into the light, and the man sputtered.
"Pray to Kami, that your soul is shown the mercy we refused you." Her angelic voice whispered.
Her beautiful porcelain face was illuminated in the moonlight, her large emerald eyes shone within their depths. Her silver-pink hair cascaded down her body, shimmering out around her like a soft cloud. She took another step forward, by now the man was frozen; she was the incarnation of the angel of death. A beautiful final memory, her petite hand went behind her back. Her katana came down with deadly accuracy, severing the man's head from his shoulders. His final scream cut short and his angel abruptly disposed of him.
The night was silent once again, aside from the gentle ringing of a bell. The three cloaked figures disappeared into the heavy mist, leaving behind a gruesome scene. The guards that they had knocked out at the village gates were still lying in a heap, they were alive, but wounded none the less. One brave gate keeper opened his eyes, attempting to catch a glimpse of the criminals that invaded their village.
A gorgeous rosette sat atop a black haired man's back, their straw hats clasped in her hands that rested on his chest. The figure next to them paused for a moment, before stopping to turn in his direction. He quaked in fear.
"We do not attack the innocent." The figures deep melodic voice soothed him.
The man closed his eyes and awaited death anyways, but all he heard was the sound of a shimmering bell, and his eyes snapped open. They were gone, as if they had been nothing more than specters the strange mist had brought in.
"How disgusting," murmered Sakura.
They had stopped once they were far enough away from the rice country that they wouldn't be tracked, staying at a hot spring resort. Apparently the Akatsuki frequented a lot of resorts, and the business owners swore secrecy in exchange for their lives. Besides, they had always been good for the business, paying no matter what the occasion.
All three sat in a small hot pool, scrubbing them clean from the messy battle. There was a gob of blood stuck in Sakura's hair, she scrubbed at it furiously.
"You're a medic, aren't you used to blood?" Itachi inquired sarcastically.
She shot him a look over her naked shoulder.
"I wore my hair up." was her only answer.
She heard the two men chuckle, and tried to focus on cleaning herself. It was very hard when said men were both boring holes into your skin. She had been careful to face away from them, trying to keep her modesty. But the sight of Sakura's naked back, her hour glass shape that disappeared just before her bottom, was enough to completely enthrall any man.
Sakura sighed as she sunk herself down to her collar bones in the hot water. She finally turned to see Itachi staring at her, his expression was one that sent shivers down her spine. His dark eyes were sinfully hungry.
"I prefer your hair down, cherry blossom." A sensual voice tore her gaze away from Itachi.
Sasori was very close to her, his brown eyes regarding her lustfully. She inwardly growled these men would drive her to her death.
She moved carefully across the pool, situating herself between Sasori and Itachi, trying to appease both of them.
"We leave at dawn." Itachi murmured.
She watched in amusement as the Uchiha closed his eyes and relaxed back into the hot water. She couldn't help but stare; his usually tied back hair was free falling over his shoulders and lying against his chest. His chest, her cheeks felt hotter than they should in a hot spring. His body was perfect, a chiseled Adonis that sat inches from her petite form. She heard a sigh, and turned to see the other god -like man to her left. Sasori was regarding them enviously; he stood up to his hips in the water. His beautiful musculature shining in the light, his toned abs glistened as water droplets travelled down her skin. She snapped her eyes shut and groaned inaudibly.
YUM! Inner moaned.
I know, they're both driving me insane.
Hmm... Itachi-kun definitely has a better torso, don't you think? Sasori's arms are just... mmm...
You are just so ludicrous.
Hey, I'm you sweetie, I'm just pointing out that if we could get both of these guys in bed at one, we'd have one HELL of a time.
For the millionth time, shut up
"I'm going to the restaurant." Sasori's voice broke her inward conversation.
She watched, startled as he quickly took his leave, his shoulders rigid with irritation. She was suddenly aware that she was alone with Itachi… alone and utterly, unbearably naked. Of course, he knew that too.
"Come here Sakura." Itachi demanded as soon as Sasori had left.
She swallowed loudly, and turned to face him. His dark onyx eyes regarded her in a manner that would have matched a tiger tracking its prey. She felt very small suddenly as she sat and stared back at him. He growled in annoyance and came forward. She stood up, her torso coming out of the hot water. Immediately her hands came up to cover her beasts, though her long hair already shielded them from view. Her sudden movement stopped the gorgeous Uchiha in his tracks. His eyes roved her willowy body, darkening as they took in her exposed breasts. He reached out for her, his large calloused hands grabbing her slim waste and dragging her to him.
"You are driving me insane." He whispered in her ear suggestively.
She shivered as her soft body settled against his rock hard muscles. Her hands automatically wrapped themselves around his broad shoulders, his own hand travelled down her arched back. She squeaked as she felt them smooth over her submerged backside, stopping just underneath it on her thighs, before wrenching her up out of the water. She gasped in surprise, her body heating up as she wrapped her legs around his hips. She felt her body almost overheat at the thought of her uncovered core pressing against the Uchiha's stomach. She squeezed her eyes shut as she tried to calm her racing heart.
"You so beautiful, so astonishingly beautiful..." Itachi whispered against her neck.
His lips trailed against the soft surface, pulling rough gasps from the back of her throat. HE smirked against the supple flesh, before biting down lightly. She couldn't help but moan, he was doing sinful things to her and she didn't want him to stop. Until she felt something firm and blunt touch her bottom. His erection pressed against her backside, her heart started pounding as she suddenly was acutely aware of how close his member was to her womanhood. Suddenly, she ached for him, her core becoming very hot.
"Itachi." She growled out, her sudden flash of desire erased her shyness.
He gasped, low and wild, before capturing her lips in his own. He adjusted his hold on her backside, and suddenly she could feel him pressed against her in the most intimate ways.
"Sakura." Itachi whispered.
She opened her eyes are stared at him.
"I this you want?" He whispered.
Emerald met onyx, trying to decipher what exactly was in each others hearts.
"Itachi... I want to be with you." She whispered, touching her lips to his nose.
"Sakura... Will you be my own then? Will you be the woman I live for? The one I spend the rest of my numbered days with?" He asked softly.
Her heart swelled at his words, it hadn't been long ago that she felt her heart would never again feel whole. But here she was, in Itachi's sure arms, listening as this god-like man declared his love for her. She had only known him for 3 weeks. She had loved him for just as long.
"If you'll have me." She crooned.
With that, he lowered her into himself. Sakura gasped as she felt herself being penetrated. Her back arched and her hands threaded themselves in Itachi's hair. He pressed his face against her exposed chest, panting as he sheathed himself inside his new lover. He paused once he was inside her, and kissed her with all the passion he could muster. They sat like that for a while, completely connected to each other in every way.
"Will you be the mother of the Uchiha clan?" Itachi whispered against her lips.
A strange thought fluttered across her mind. She was an average Kunoichi at first. No special kekki genkai, no special abilities. She had worked hard to move from average. She had always loved Sasuke, no matter where she went. Until the day he put her in a coma. And now, here she loved Itachi. She couldn't help but think that the question he was asking was what she had always been meant to do. Tsunade had thought about restoring the Uchiha clan with samples of DNA that had been stored. But most of the women in the village that would be able to carry on the Uchiha line were civilians who wouldn't produce children with shinobi traits despite the dominance of the Uchiha gene. When Tsunade had tested her kunoichi, she had found something that she had found quite amusing. Sakura's genetic makeup was almost perfect. With her astounding chakra control and sharp mind, both inherited traits of the Haruno clan, and her utter... blandness genetically, it turned out that Sakura Haruno was the best candidate to revive the Uchiha clan without any disrupstions from her own DNA.
"Yes." She answered solemnly. Her heart swelling with so much happiness she thought she may die.
"Forever." Itachi promised, and started to move backward, taking them further into their heaven.
Skin to skin, arms tight around each other, lips connected passionately. Two broken shinobi found them wrapped up in each other, finally complete. In a whisper of passion, their hearts mended, inevitably connecting their souls for the rest of their eternity... Finally