Sorry this took so long to get to you guys I will try to be quicker with my updates. I know that this is very short but I have been uber busy so i at least wanted to get this to you. Hopefully I will have chapter 7 to you guys sometime next week Im shooting for Monday so that will probably be when i post it.
"How is it that you're a kunoichi and yet you don't know how to cut fruit without cutting yourself?" Itachi asked as he entered the room with two bowls of fresh fruit.
"It was misplaced anger that's all."
"And who might I ask who this anger was towards?" Damn that man asking too many questions. Wasn't he supposed to be the silent type?
"That stupid damn fish face that's who!" He really did get on my last nerves.
"Sakura I do not want to hear another foul word out of your mouth do you understand?" he asked while grabbing ahold of my chin.
"Fine," I said in a whispered voice.
"That's my good girl. Now, go get ready." He let go of my chin and got in the bed and stared reading his damn book again.
"Get ready for what?" I asked curious.
"Your father and you will be spending time together today Sakura or did you forget?"
Shit.
"He didn't hear about this morning did he?" Itachi just looked at me and smirked.
"Your father knows everything that goes on Sakura."
Double Shit.
"So… does he know what goes on in here as well?" I asked a bit embarrassed. Grinning Itachi grabbed me, pulled me in the bed, and hovered over me.
"Does it matter?" he whispered in my ear while his hands caressed one of my hips.
"O-Of course it does!" I was going to go on but his lips caught mine before I could say anything at all.
"Sakura your father doesn't know a majority of things that I do, this being one of them." His hands began to travel to more sensitive parts of my body when all of a sudden he got up and went back to that damn book! Why did he have to tease me so much? And why did my body have to like it so damn much?
"Sakura go get ready." I realized that I had been laying there staring him baffled.
"Don't come in or else!" I threatened heading to the bathroom.
Once I was clean and ready I waited with Itachi for my father to come and get me.
"When is he coming?" I asked bothered that I had to wait so long.
"Sakura patience."
"I'm sorry if I can't be a rock like you but you being so quite doesn't make my wait any better!" Itachi had an aggravated look on his face and closed his book and set it aside.
"What is it that you want to talk about Sakura." He said as he glared at me.
"Well we can start off by simple things like; your favorite food, color, or I know animal!" Itachi went to reach for his book again but I grabbed his hands and glared at him.
"If I must then I'll let you know that my favorite color would have to be a cream white." He ran his fingers down my jaw and to my neck.
"Itachi-"
"Shhh …I'm not done." he hovered over me and continued to move his hand slowly down my neck.
"My favorite food would have to be chicken. Breast, to be exact." With that Itachi took his hands and trailed them down my breast and squeezed it then… moaned.
"Should I go on?" He said in a husky voice.
"…"
"Sakura if you do not answer me then I will continue further."
"N-No," I sighed.
"That doesn't sound like a no to me Sakura."
"Itachi I don't want you to stop" Itachi brought his hand to my face and wiped away a tear that I didn't know escaped.
"I'm sorry."
"Shhh" Itachi lay on his side and pulled me into his chest.
"He's not coming Itachi. He doesn't want to spend time with me."
"Sakura he is probably just caught up with work we still have tomorrow."
"No," I cried harder soaking his shirt.
"He doesn't want me, he never wanted me. He should have just left me in Konoha!"
"Sakura, sleep you are tired."
"Itachi do you want me?"
"Yes."