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To XxNina-himexX: I like keeping each story short because I feel like it's easier to read. I try to use that "short but sweet" concept, but often times it's more short than sweet. xD I'm going to keep each chapter as five stories each because the math works out that way. There are 11 (I think) chapters like this left and then a prologue. There will also be a sequel and I will try to keep that in a consistent format as well. I will try my best to update regularly! Thank you for reviewing!
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The Thirteenth Hour: Breath
She panted as he started to pierce the blade into her again. "Ita–"
The discomfort had cut her off, and she winced as he pulled it out. "Was that too soon?"
Though breathless, she managed to force a smile at him. "Of course not."
Itachi couldn't help but be mesmerized by her panting state. She was just so seductive.
The next instance, Sakura's breaths fanned out in white puffs.
He decided he liked this addition very much.
The Fourteenth Hour: Voice
She cried out when he plunged the blade into her abdomen. It was a lot deeper than the light prods from before, so she was taken by surprise.
Realizing her mistake, she shut her mouth instantly.
"What an interesting sound you just made," he commented.
"Really?" she struggled out, blood escaping her mouth and flowing down her chin. "Is my voice that appealing to you?"
She could feel the sneer radiating off him. "Enticing."
The Fifteenth Hour: Classic
"I suppose just a katana is boring." The sword in his hand vanished.
"Switching things up now?" Sakura questioned. The pain was messing with her brain, but she hadn't lost yet. It takes more than little pin pricks to get the apprentice of a Sannin to her feet.
"It makes things more interesting, do you not agree?"
She thought about it for a bit. "To a certain extent."
A kunai appeared in his hand.
"How classic," Sakura leered. He didn't say anything as he cloned himself, each clone clad in the same cloak, holding the same weapon. "So very classic."
The Sixteenth Hour: Exhausted
The clones took turns sliding the kunai across her skin. The feather light touches along with the sensation of the cold metal against her skin made her shiver. She was physically drained at this point. It felt like hours and hours of shuddering, gasping, and squirming had gone by.
And Itachi? He wasn't fazed one bit. She realized that it was because she was under the influence of his genjutsu, so he had control over her perception of time in this world, but it still amazed her that he could use such a powerful illusion without seeming tired at all. Then again, he could have hidden it.
Nonetheless, Sakura was exhausted.
The Seventeenth Hour: Distracted
She tried her best to ignore the fresh cuts opening up all over her body. She needed a distraction.
Sakura turned her attention towards the sky. It was blood red, but more than that, there were glimpses of what appeared to be black clouds. It seemed like the inverse of his Akatsuki cloak.
The call of her name brought her back to her senses. "Sakura, is the Tsukuyomi world that interesting?"
"A bit," she admitted. Somehow the colour scheme of the sky reminded her of Itachi a lot. Apart from the cloak he donned, his eyes and hair matched the sky perfectly. Of course, that meant it matched Sasuke too. The sky reminded her of their genin days, especially the day Sasuke awakened the cursed seal and fought on her behalf in the Forest of Death. She would never forget the blazing red his eyes took on, or the dark contrast of the marks on his body.
Sensing she was in deep thought, Itachi paused in his afflictions to allow her some time to admire the view and reflect.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Looking forward to reviews!