I had allot of fun with this chapter. Ok in my defense about the last one I was asleep and didn't realize I had written or posted said chapter. I was listening to Buttons by the pussycat dolls when it was written somehow it was on repeat so that was the result. I don't think I should write while ninety percent asleep. I am actually pretty embarrassed about it lol. What do you think should I write while tired as long as it gets corrected? Ok Tora is back in this chapter along with the assassins Sasuke gets a surprise. Here's a shout out to my new reviewer Trunksmybaby. Lots of love to my regular reviewers, follows, and favorites you guys/girls are amazing. This was suppose to be what I posted yesterday lmao. Please enjoy and as always reviews are not necessary but are inspirational.
"Once upon a time, in a village located in the land of fire, nestled against the base of a mountain there lived a man. A handsome man who through his blood ties wanted for nothing. Women would fall upon the ground at his feet, and men wished to be him for just a moment in their lives. He was a mystery an enigma, a warrior and a defender revived and given a second chance. Little did he know that his heart would be captured by the wild emerald eyes of a fiery temptress. What form of garbage is this Jiraiya " Itachi sent an impassive look to the sanin sitting on a rather large boulder with a smirk on his face. Itachi had lost all interest in reading the stack of papers that if Jiraiya was successful would be the next in the line of his erotic book line. This however is not what was causing the irritation Itachi was feeling. His irritation was a direct result of the thoughts swimming within his head all about the woman not ten feet away.
"It will cover your part in the competition up to it's end. Each of you will have a book to yourself and the winner will share the final book with Sakura. We'll have book signings after the series is completed along with dinner with the couple. You can even run security for the couple. Once I get permission from everyone I can start the project." Jiraiya laughed confidently as he watched Itachi with a glint in his eyes.
"Hn."
"You know the only people who understand that are Uchiha and surprisingly Sakura." The older man replied noticing the slight shift in Itachi's glance. If he hadn't been watching so carefully he would have missed it. Jiraiya didn't have to look to know what was so interesting. He had seen Sakura outside practicing yoga through the glass door leading to the garden while sitting with Shisui talking over this same subject. He decided to move into the garden when Itachi finally arrived for their meeting which gave him a better look at the woman behind him to the Uchiha in front of him.
"Why would you assume that I would run security for this event let alone give you permission?" Itachi asked with a mask of indifference. The fact that Jiraiya no longer considered him a possibility when it came to the consideration of Sakura's future husband and father of her children had angered him. The thought of another man touching her in the ways required to have said children began to flood his mind causing his sharingan to flicker for a moment.
"I just assumed that you were about to drop out of the competition. You don't seem to hold any interest in her and you don't seem the type to waste time on something that doesn't interest you." Jiraiya stated matter of factually.
"I see, and you have alerted Sakura to your "Project" I assume." Itachi countered careful to keep his mask of indifference in place. Beneath said mask lay a plethora of emotion clawing at his insides. Surely Sakura did not share the same conclusion as Jiraiya .. did she? Why did it matter? It was not as if it mattered he harbored feelings for the kunoichi who was presently moving from Ustrasana position to the One-Legged Inverted Staff Pose completely oblivious to his gaze. He swallowed almost visibly wondering if she would be this flexible doing other activities. This thought is what snapped him into realization that he did indeed desire her. He had for a while if he was to be honest with himself. He tried to hide it by defending her in every way he could. To mask it as gratitude but in truth he had fallen in love with her on the battlefield. The thought of being eliminated due to his indifference caused a feeling he was not accustom to, helplessness. No, he would prove to her that he was indeed interested in her and he would begin immediately.
"Not yet I was saving her for last." Jiraiya laughed nervously.
"Sakura could you join us for a moment?" Itachi called causing the sanin to pale slightly. He decided to test the wisdom of his decision.
"Sure Itachi just a minute." She replied carefully keeping her concentration on her task. Itachi watched as her left leg arched slowly and descended to the mat below her. This effectively set her body into an arch. Itachi watched with a raised brow, and unable to falter his gaze as she pushed off of her elbows in a show of muscle control that could only be described as gravity defying. This in-turn set her back on her feet and upright. Taking no extra time to think about it she walked over to the men standing beside Itachi. In a matter of seconds said Uchiha's hand had effectively shot out and encircled her wrist tugging her gently toward him. This action caused her to giggle as she fell into his lap facing Jiraiya. Itachi was always like this with her originally it was unsettling, but as she got to know him she was able to accept it more and more over time.
"Hello bubble gum." Jiraiya teased attempting to butter her up as he watched Itachi slowly slide a hand over the exposed flesh of her side. They came to rest on her hips effectively holding her there should she attempt to move.
"What do you want Jiraiya " Sakura was unimpressed with yet another nick name from Jiraiya which effectively distracted her from the intimate gesture on Itachi's behalf. So she leaned back against Itachi for comfort which was responded to with the tightening of his arms around her effectively holding her closer. Said man decided to rest his chin upon her shoulder as his hair fell like a curtain on either side of his face his hand sliding forward to feel the plane that was her abdomen welcoming her into his warmth. Jiraiya arched an eyebrow holding back a grin as Itachi looked directly into his eyes as if to say 'I am far from out of the race.' Mikoto would love this he decided and with the speed of the seasoned ninja he was pulled a camera and took the picture.
"Jiraiya..." Sakura growled as she began to pull away from Itachi so she could crush the elder of the toad sanin. Itachi however held tightly to her not allowing her escape. She was not suppose to use anymore chakra until it was fully restored. That however did not hold true for himself. Jiraiya had sprung to his feet and was about to make a mad dash to the exit when Itachi's voice stopped him.
"How far do you think you will get before you are caught Jiraiya?" Itachi asked nuzzling into her pulse causing her to blush.
"It depends on whether or not Mikoto is shopping at the market today." Jiraiya laughed snapping another picture an hauling ass passed the glass doors. Itachi's eyes widened as he stood simultaneously setting Sakura on her feet and rushing after Jiraiya as he brushed past Kiba who was exiting said double doors.
"What the hell?" Kiba asked looking from a murderous Itachi disappearing through the front door, to an almost smiling Sakura.
"Don't ask Kiba. Just. Dont." Sakura replied.
"What do you mean she survived!" Tora screamed throwing a chair against the wall causing it to break and chip the cement wall. "I disabled the damn summon, I got rid of the servants,routed the ANBU, and I even cut the fucking power! How did you screw it up?"
"She was able to call for the help of the Inuzuka clan whom I had no chance to defeat once they arrived. Would you rather I flee or retreat to avoid capture to smuggle your ass out?" The hooded figure shot back.
"I RATHER you do your damn job correctly and kill the bitch! If you fail me again Minoji I will see you laying beside her in an unmarked grave." Tora screamed throwing the doors open to reveal the rest of his team. As he exited the doors slammed closed behind him violently as if to mirror their masters emotion.
"We could kill him, or drag him into Konoha and collect the reward instead." Gatsu offered an alternative.
"Were missing ninja now Gatsu that would be stupid." Minoji dismissed the older man's suggestion.
"So we got other jobs." Gatsu spat back as if it was still an option.
"Shut up and gather the supplies your both making my head hurt." The third spoke as he turned to walk away.
"So you agree then Shin?" Minoji asked with a grin.
"Were gonna die one of these days why not die while becoming legend." Shin's dark chuckle echoed through the halls. The three began their exit through the underground path certain that this was to be a mission they could tell their children about providing they survived long enough to have them.
"Did the pepper bombs work?" Gatsu asked Minoji with a smirk.
"Like a charm. I was able to send a clone to cover my tracks once they inhaled the smoke." Minoji boasted.
"I'll have to make more in that case. Still we need to figure out the Uchiha problem." Shin added as he glare at the walls.
Several hours later Itachi slam the front door to his home breathing heavily. His patience was about to wear out as he slung a toad from his arm. Jiraiya had been harder to catch than he previously thought. Jiraiya had been able to slip out of Itachi's sight a couple of times which irritated him. Once he had caught the sanin Jiraiya stated that Naruto had been handed the camera and sent to develop the film an hour ago. So Itachi switched targets from the Sage to his former pupil. Finding Naruto had been a more difficult task than he had imagined. When he had found Naruto he was forced to wait due to said Hokage in training was in a meeting. Once said meeting had adjourned he captured the man finding out one of the assistants had already been sent for the pictures pick up and delivery to Jiraiya Once again Itachi was forced to find Jiraiya This time finding the Sage was a lot more difficult due to the clones he had released throughout the village. One of said clones turned out to be a the frog he had just removed. Realizing where Jiraiya was heading he made haste to the Uchiha compound avoiding traps set by Jiraiya along the way.
"Itachi? What happened?" Sasuke asked with a raised eyebrow figuring he had been fighting Sakura prior to his arrival. That's what he looked like anyway.
"Where is the perverse frog master?" Itachi growled impatiently.
"Naruto should be at Hokage tower why?" Sasuke asked wondering what Naruto had to do with all of this. More importantly what had he done to piss off Itachi.
"No little brother not your crush. The elder sage." Itachi snapped irritated as his Sharingan bled into existence.
"He's with mom in the kitchen." Sasuke answered as Itachi stalked to the kitchen. "And I am not Gay you bastard!"
"They look wonderful together don't you agree Jiraiya " Mikoto's giggle was heard as Itachi entered the kitchen seething with anger. In her hands rest a picture of Sakura in a dark blue skin-tight sports bra and matching shorts that reached the middle of her thigh. Her hair falling over her shoulders mixing for a short length with Itachi's black hair. Her face lightly dusted with a blush as her head rest against Itachi's. She was clearly sitting in his lap as he lean over her his chin resting upon her dainty looking shoulder with a smile as his eyes look over at the woman he clearly cared for.
"Mother return the picture s please." Itachi requested as politely as he was able. He was angry at Jiraiya for capturing such a moment. A moment he had intended to lengthen had the irritating sanin not ruined it. The last thing he needed was a self conscious Sakura pushing him away. He noticed her habit of creating distance between herself and suitors once someone interfered. Itachi didn't want her to push him away because of a pervert and his mother's eagerness to see him happily settled with a woman.
"What pictures?" Sasuke asked walking into the kitchen and behind his mother. Peering over her shoulder his eyes met with the picture and he stiffened. His fist clenched as his head shot over to Itachi with rage his voice dark and venomous. "Your getting awfully close to a woman you have no interest in Itachi."
"What brought you to the conclusion I have no feelings for her brother?" Itachi answered.
"She was mine first! You can't have her because she belongs to me! She always has! Stay away from Sakura Itachi." Sasuke was decidedly pissed. Jiraiya and Mikoto fled the room to look for assistance they knew was going to be needed.
"As I hear it you had your chance to have her and rejected her. That was you wasn't it little brother? Or do you mean to tell me another Sasuke Uchiha left her on a PARK BENCH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?" Itachi spat back with disgust.
"She'll come back to me you know. She always has and always will." Sasuke decreed with little doubt.
"Keep telling yourself that up until she walks down the aisle and is carried over the thresh hold." Itachi shot back not thinking of the meaning in his words. Sasuke had a talent for breaking his self-control after his revival.
"It never occurred to me you would go for your own brothers sloppy seconds." Sasuke chuckled and a second later a fist landed upon his face throwing his over the now vacant table, through the open door and into the yard.
"Dont you dare talk about Sakura like that." Itachi was currently being held back by Jiraiya and a confused Minato whom had been delivering something for Kushina. Sasuke stood with a growl wiping the blood from his busted lip.
"That's enough Itachi go back to the Haruno compound. I'm sure she's waiting for you." Minato attempted to distract the elder brother.
"She's probably back to those tempting yoga poses." Jiraiya added praying Sasuke wouldn't open his big mouth.
"Go to her, and let her calm you Itachi." Minato added glaring at Jiraiya. Itachi began to relax slightly with a nod. Once released he gave his brother a glance before leaving forgetting the pictures his mother held firmly in her hands.