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Why He Stayed	By : Phishouttawatta Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Landing in property that surrounded their house, Sakura and Deidara dismounted from the large bird, an airy pop following their departure. They entered the house through the sliding glass door, Sakura putting on her best show of loathing her blonde companion for her "recapture" while Deidara gripped her elbow tightly, making as if he were leading her into the kitchen. However, after a quick scanning of the house, the pair realized they were alone, and the anger of Sakura's face deflated and Deidara's hand dropped.
Deidara started heading up the stairs. "I think because I chased your ass around today, I deserve the shower, hn." Sakura's annoyance was real this time.
"Hey, I'm the one covered in blood! I want to wash this crap off!"
"So go use the hotspings; they're not far," Deidara's voice echoed from the hall upstairs. Sakura gritted her teeth. Sure they weren't far, but it was dusk, and she certainly didn't have night vision like her contracted feline teammates, not that she was aware of anyway. What she wouldn't give for some sort of bloodline limit in her eyes for that purpose. Her thoughts drifted to Jax, hoping he made it to the Hokage by now with her message that things were going to plan and to try to hold off any searching/rescue/hunting parties they would send after her as a missing nin as long as humanly possible. As she traveled to the second floor of the house, she could clearly hear the shower running, and when she glanced at the door, steam was already seeping out from the crack between the bottom of the door and the floorboards. Well so much for the possibility of usurping the shower from her blonde cohort, as well as gathering her shampoo and conditioner from the shower where she kept it.
'I wonder if I have some standard issue soap in my room.' Sakura strode into her room, dropping her apron onto the floor next to the foot of her bed, and proceeded to search the chest of drawers for any sort of substance that could wash the grime off of her body. Finding none in the drawers, she turned next to her pack, noting that outside her window the sun was almost completely gone. She searched all pockets and came across no such bounty she was looking for, until she remembered a little pocket inside the lining that housed small emergency toiletry items. A girl's gotta be prepared. Reaching her fingers into the pouch and coming in contact with something smooth, she nearly cried of happiness as she withdrew the item to behold a small bottle of motel shampoo.
'No excuse to neglect personal hygiene. I'm trying to draw a man towards me, not repell him.' At the thought Itachi a small shiver ran its way up her spine. The contact that took place between her and the elder Uchiha while here was usually brief, consisting of lingering glances and "accidental" touches mostly on her part (whether or not the touching initiated by him was accidental or if what she was doing was starting to take effect was unknown to her at this juncture) , not at all like her previous targets. Her previous targets had a taste for women who were a little more...forthwith when it came to their intentions. They did not require anywhere near the amount of delicasy that it was going to take for her to reel in a Uchiha who, like his brother, had no real known interest in any woman to her knowledge, besides a few alleged rumors.
Sakura exited the front door and hiked a small ways up hill diagonally away from the house. Soon she was under the canopy of smaller, younger species of tree that normally inhabited the edges of the forest, and the light here was much dimmer, so she slowed her pace to better watch her footing. After a few moments, she spotted an pool ahead of her, illuminated with what she knew to be moonlight, but somehow the water held it's own blue ethereal glow, which made the area around it seem void-like. As she approached the water's edge, she came to the realization that the moonlight was hitting of facets of whatever reflective stone lined the bottom of the pool, in place of the usual dirt bottom. It was really very beautiful Sakura mused, and she wondered not for the first time how the Akatsuki happened upon and seemingly owned this property.
'Probably through dishonest, unsavory mean,' Inner Sakura quipped.
Sakura began to remove her blood and sweat soaked clothing and experienced that odd feeling of cool night air mixed with the steam and heat emanating from the pool. She unzipped her vest, tossing it on a rock where her towel was already situated, far away enough from the water that it did not have the danger of falling in and becoming wet. She peeled off her shorts next, careful not to trip as she hopped from one foot to the other as she removed her ankles from the leg holes. Sakura grimaced at the amount of blood caked onto her shorts, thinking of how long it would probably take to wash it, or perhaps not be able to wash it at all. At home this wasn't such a problematic thing, but being away from a large supply of clothes and a nice washing machine, she felt like she was reduced to pounding the stains out with a rock like some sort of Neanderthal.
Sakura stuck her small toes into the water and hummed with happiness. Maybe not having a shower wasn't so bad afterall. She really couldn't complain about having a nice, long soak after a day of fighting. She waded to the middle of the pool where the water level was up to her shoulders and dunked her head backward, gasping at the heat of the water. Wading back over to the wall, she located her tiny bottle of shampoo and stepped out of the water quickly to lather. She shivered as she shook the bottle to get what little amount was left and hoped that it was enough to wash her hair and her body. After she had given her petal hair a good scrubbing, making sure to use her nails to get down to her scalp, she grabbed the small cup she had brought with her and filled it, using the warm water to wash the suds from her hair and body. She repeated the process a few times, and hastily hopped back into the water, planning on using that next chunk of her night to relax and forget about what she was doing here.
She leaned back against a bank that had a rather smooth rock that acted as a back rest, sweeping her cool hair out from behind her neck. Her jade eyes drifted closed and her mind wandered.
Sakura inwardly winced at the shrillness of Ino's forced giggle, something that their target seemed to have an affinity for. Both girls had trained their voices to be higher and trill-like, but sometimes, when forced, like this very moment, it sounded downright ugly to Sakura's ears. Ino's blue eyes caught hers when the man turned again to his plate, and while the smile on her face looked real, Sakura knew Ino was far from happy, even if their mission was turning out easier than anticipated. It was amazing the amount of information a man would divulge to a "professional"; it was astounding the amount he would divulge to two whom he thought hung on his every word.
When he said something she could tell he thought particularly clever, Sakura took her cue to also laugh, in her opinion, nasally, and declared their host to be most clever, followed by resting her delicate hand on his rather plump thigh. His smile immediately became lecherous as he let his gaze wander down to her bosom, which wasn't full in the least. Then again, this man didn't seem too picky. The fact that two gorgeous women were on his arm, and in his bed, was enough for him and he wasn't about to go being choosey. It was to be expected though, for all of his faults, the man had a mind for business.
'If by business you mean an illegal slave trade of women kidnapped from everywhere across the map,' Sakura thought to herself with disgust, which she hid as she took a sip of tea. Apparently he had been transporting them through the most desolate parts of the desert and the mountains, which use of underground caverns, the railroad in the mountains, and the cover of darkness, not to mention a more than a few informants and contacts in villages along the way that were happy to hide the human trafficking for a cut of the profit. The two girls had caught up with him while he was not dealing with business at one of his properties in a large city, but not anywhere near, apparently, to his stronghold which he used as a headquarters and main trading depot. Ino, however, was sure that HQ was hidden in plain sight, and that her and Sakura should be wary that he might intend to use them as merchandise when they had fulfilled whatever fantasies he hid in the recesses of his dark mind.
Sakura had spoken with Ino last night when they had made it back to their quarters, thankfully he had always asked them to leave when he was finished, and had estimated they had two more days and he would probably slip up and give them a small hint they needed. However, with Ino's more than likely proposal of his intentions with them, Sakura proceeded to put plan B into action. Ino followed her lead, using her touch as a distraction to him, this time leaning into his lap and whispering what Sakura could assume to be something tasteless. Sakura slipped a vial into her palm, which she casual passed over his drink in order to reach the kettle with which she would use refill her own glass. Ino offered him his drink without a word with a casualness Sakura admired her for, and the meal continued, with their bovine of a target none the wiser.
Working with poisons had taught Sakura much along the lines of chemistry, making antidotes, and such. However, a simple truth serum was not as complicated as many of the chemicals that Tsunade had her work with. Making it tasteless and odorless, well, was something that had taken her a year to perfect. She hadn't ever been sure whether or not those down in interrogation appreciated her creativity. Though now all they had to do was slip some into the food of a prisoner, she had the feeling that deep down, they liked forcing a syrringe into a squirming body. When the teammates noticed their large companion beginning to act sleepily, they convinced him to leave the table and his friends for some time alone upstairs. It only took the walk to the room for him to become near the state of sleepwalking, only functioning with the guidence of his two female enemies.
A seductively whispered "turn here" or "here, lay down where you will feel more comfortable" was all he needed to reach his bed. In the morning, when he awoke, a little groggy but not worse for wear, his two lady friends were no where to be seen. How was he to know they were already on their way back to their village with the information needed to take him and his whole slave trade down for good, and that in two days time he would be arrested and tried, and would eventually rot in jail for crimes against humanity.
Sakura began to feel her neck cool, and decided to move to the center of her small pool and dunk her head again, this time trying to rid herself of the thoughts that had wormed their way into her skull. She didn't really know how to keep the unwanted memories at bay, sometimes they just found a way to make themselves known. Sakura refocused herself into thinking of her current directive. As she compressed air from her lungs into her mouth and made a steady stream of bubbles, Sakura thought how far away she seemed from having any sort of physical contact with Itachi, thus how truly far she was from creating a rift in the infrastructure of their criminal organization. Sakura's head broke the surface of the water with all intentions to take a large breath, but hers caught in her throat. Crimson orbs filled her vision and she let out a squeak of surprise, which would have been a full on yelp had she any more air in her lungs. Finally finding her diaphragm, Sakura's chest filled with air. She searched for words, but she only managed a quiet whisper.
"Itachi." He continued to hold her gaze and she took a moment to gather her thoughts. Okay, this mission just went from snail's pace to breakneck speed, and she would have to adjust accordingly.
'And really? A hotspring? Could we possibly get anymore cliche?' He stepped towards Sakura, and she stood her ground, focusing more on the sight of him. He really was gorgeous. His skin held more of a golden hue than of his younger brother's. His hair was damp and unbound and hung past his shoulders, and she watched as small trickles of water made their way from his neck, took a pause to dip over his collarbone to travel down his chest, which remained exposed to her gaze while, her own was hidden under water, not to mention behind her forearms.
'If he's been here as long as I have, then he's most likely seen more than my boobs,' she thought idly, relaxing a small bit hoping that he did see, and him approaching her was because of that.
Little to Sakura's knowledge, he had been in the spring when she had arrived, but while the steam had hid him from her view, he easily was able to make out her form as she undressed and washed. The soft blue glow of the pool had caught and glittered on small streams and trickles of water as they wove their way down her body as she rinsed the suds from her pail skin. The young woman intrigued him to no end, her fighting spirit and loyalty to her friends stirred something within him, and her passion made her lovely. However, something was eating away at the back of his brain, as if she was more than she let on.
As he revealed himself to Sakura, her skin redenned even further than the flush that the hotsprings had brought to her skin, her pupils dilating so far that almost all of the jade of her eyes disappeared in the twinkling blackness that the water's reflection. She almost distracted him from his thoughts when she whispered his name, but he continued to advance upon her, but she didn't budge. His hand slowly reached out and his palm found her smooth skin of her throat with his thumb resting on her pulse. Itachi felt her throat move as she swallowed, and his eyes caught her tongue darting out to wet her pale lips.
"Interesting," he mumbled lowly. His eyes flicked to hers as she gave him a questioning look. "Your heartrate remains calm when faced with situations that should cause it to quicken. I noticed it first when you were informed of your role by staying here, and again as I touched you in a situation that most women would find uncomfortable." She spoke calmly as she replied, though he heard the tension in her voice, which probably was caused by her flexing her jaw in anger.
"You think that I would come here knowing that if I did, it would put my friend in danger? I would rather die than put my teammates in danger." she hissed in a dangerous tone, and she meant it. For Haruno Sakura, her team was her family. Her team were the people that really knew her and loved her for who she was.
"You care much for your teammates," his eyes watched her for her reaction, which could have been described as guarded at best," even your passed teammates." This time her pulse became stronger and he felt her anger as she pushed his hand away from her throat.
"Yes, I care about Sasuke, if that's what you're getting at. Unlike you, who left him in misery, leading a tormented life where his only thought is revenge, where he has no other purpose in life, I love your brother, and would do anything for him." Her voice had risen, and true anger showed on her face and glittered in her eyes. Her chakra flaired and seemed to claw at him as he digested her words, and what Itachi said next surprised her.
She watched his crimson eyes lower and become slightly unfocused. "That's very good to hear. He is very lucky to have such a dedicated friend." Sakura was shocked, and was unaware of how to respond. She had not expected this man, only known to her as a destroyer of clans and the one who ruined her best friend's life before he even had a chance to live it, to say something any normal elder brother would say. She scoffed and regarded him suspiciously.
"Why would you even care? How could you? If you did, you wouldn't have spared your brother, you would have killed him with the rest of your victims." Sakura paused at hearing her own words, her lips setting in a grim line. "But then again, I guess now you finally have."
"Everything I have ever done, even eliminating my clan, was to help my little brother." Sakura blanched and stalked (or as close to stalking one can do in chest deep water) up to Itachi to poked a strong chest with an equally strong finger.
"How could you possible think that destroying your family, your own flesh and blood, would help Sasuke? Leaving him with no family? He was just a little boy! And then joining an organization that is determined to bring down the allied nations, an organization bent on destroying his home? How can you claim any sort of reasoning for that?" Itachi gazed levelly at her, and fixed her with his gaze.
"I cannot speak of it," Itachi whispered, "but I can show you." And before she could avert her eyes, she was caught in his Sharingan and living his nightmare.
Before her stood Sarutobi and a younger Itachi in ANBU gear, mask push away from his face. Sarutobi stood at the window, hands clasped behind his back, his face lined with exhaustion as he spoke of the fail of the negotiations for peace with the Uchiha clan. The coup-de-t'at that Itachi had warned him of was imminent, and there was only one option. Itachi, faced with killing his own family, took the order with grace and with his brother's future in mind, for he would not kill him.
A feeling of swirling and rushing that left Sakura feeling queasy brought her behind Itachi, looking over his shoulder as he raised his Katana across his body, ready to rain a blow upon his victim when a shoji screen slid open in front of him, revealing a small Sasuke, eyes wide and trembling. Sakura felt a pang in her chest that she wasn't sure belonged to her heart as Itachi caught sight of Sasuke as he finished their parents, their blood spilling onto the floor.
She watched from a rooftop as he told his brother that he killed their family to test his skills. Sakura listened as he encouraged Sasuke to someday take revenge for their family and kill him. She watched as Sasuke woke his sharingan and pursued Itachi. The clink of Itachi's forehead protector hitting the ground resounded in her ears as if it was her own hitai ate. Sakura felt the sadness that flooded through Itachi's heart as he saw the hurt and betrayal shining in his beloved brother's eyes. She felt a ghost tear trail down her own cheek as one fell down his own.
It was her who bowed to the third to beg the village to spare Sasuke. It was her who threatened Dango not to harm Sasuke lest village secrets leak to their enemies. It was her that agreed to join the Akatsuki to make sure no harm fell upon Konoha from their doings.
Then, Sakura's line of vision changed again. She was then the one that recieve a poke on the forehead from more youthful, softly smiling Itachi. She was the one that snuggled against Itachi's back as he gave her a piggy-back ride home. And it was her that heard him say, "Don't cry, Sasuke. Your big brother is here to protect you, no matter what happens."
After what felt like an eternity, but was only a few seconds, Sakura emerged from visions of Itachi's past sobbing and clinging to Itachi's shoulders as he steadied her so she would not fall below the water in her state of exhaustion from the jutsu. Her bottle-green eyes gazed upon him with an incredible and almost unbelievable sadness, her hand reaching up to brush his bangs away as true pain showed in darkened eyes. Words wouldn't form in her throat because she felt so choked with emotion, so consumed with sadness.
Instead, Sakura wrapped her hands around Itachi's waist, no longer caring about their state of undress, and embraced him, laying her cheek against his chest as she did so. She saw one of his hands twitch, then slowly raise and then wrap around her shoulders, as if accepting what she was offering him: understanding. And that's exactly what he deserved in her opinion. Along with all of her friends who suffered from the decisions others made, it occured to her that this man, this young man who also had no chance to live his life, has suffered and continues to suffer the most. Sakura gazed up at him, happy to see obsidian eyes gazing back at her. Sakura raised her chin, stood on her toes in the gravely rock beneath the surface of the hot water, and pressed her lips to the corner of Itachi's mouth, glancing to see his eyes flutter shut. Her hand found the back of his head, bringing it down towards her lips so she could press light kisses to his eyelids. Itachi's eyes drifted open as Sakura settled back down off of the balls of her feet. Itachi followed her as she lowered herself, and brushed his lips against hers, before pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction through heavy lashed lids. His lips met hers again in a slow kiss that manifested a shudder up Sakura's spine. The need conveyed through a simple touch on the lips was enough to send her mind and body reeling.
Thoughts no longer formed in Sakura's head as Itachi's tongue tapped hers and his hands found her hips, pulling her even further into him. Itachi's tongue stroked over hers sensually making Sakura sigh and dig her fingers into his damp hair. His fingers found her jaw, and Itachi gently moved Sakura's head so her smooth neck was better exposed to him as his other hand flattened along the plain of her back. His lips descended onto her throat, causing her eyes to flutter close and shift restlessly in his arms. She felt his hand travel lower on her hip and she tried not to stiffen in anticipation, preparing herself for the odd feeling of someone else's hand between her legs.
Sakura lounged back on the bed with her robe loosed enough to reveal her pert breasts as she propped herself up on her elbows to gaze at the man she recieved as her second assignment, her first solo. He was a handsome man, charming and thoughtful, and, if circumstances were different, a man she would consider dating. He had been targeted because his father was a thief of high security items, such as classfied documents from Konoha and their allies. It was suspected that his father was being payed by someone, perhaps Kumogakure, to poke around and find the villages deep, dark secrets. The father, however, was only hoping to gain money from this and obviously had not thought of the risks involved. He was not prepared for losses he could face if things went wrong, especially not the loss of the life of his only son, Hideki. Hideki had been a nice surprise, and it was a shame that she was going to have to use him against his father and probably ruin him off of women for a while. To have a lover turn on you was one of the hardest things for someone's mind to wrap around and one of the best emotional blows that could be dealt.
As nice as Hideki was, she knew that she was not going to enjoy this. Perhaps if it had been her choice as a woman whether or not to take him as a lover, she could, but, things being the way they were, that was not possible. She watched him pull his shirt over his head and discard it somewhere beyong the perifery of her vision. Hideki lowered himself onto the bed, a knee wedging between her thighs to spread them as he kissed her. He made a motion forward, causing her to scoot farther onto the bed and lay down as he loomed over her, resting his weight on one forearm while the other ran its way up and down her front in a heavy handed caress, which, had this been someone she actually liked, was not particularly unenjoyable. Hideki's hand brushed over her breast, but continued past, and Sakura arched her back into him, purposefully brushing her nipples against his chest in a show of craving his touch. He wasted no time in finding dipping his fingers into her, and her eyes screwed shut in what she was sure Hideki thought was a pleasured grimaced, and her body squirmed in displeasure which she was sure Hideki interpreted to be writhing at his ministrations. Sakura forced a moan out of the back of her throat to appease Hideki. It seemed to work because seconds later he removed his hand, and Sakura tried her hardest to pretend she was somewhere else.
Unexpectedly, Sakura's back snapped straight and instead of a forced moan, a gasp escaped her lips. This time the insistent press of her hips was unintentional and the heat that flooded her cheeks seeped into every corner of her body, particularly where Itachi's attentions were focused. Sakura tilted her head back as her brows creased a breathy sigh this time passing her lips, and Itachi took this opportunity to support her as she leaned back, his hand finding her. Sakura bit back a moan, knowing this wasn't the most private of settings but not caring enough to make Itachi stop, while he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders. Her breath deepened and hitched with each deft movement of his hand which found ways to drive her to the point of thoughtlessness, and no sooner had he began was she falling apart in his arms, the junction of his neck and shoulder muffling the wordless cries pouring from her.
Itachi captured her lips as he withdrew his hand, feeling her shudder as an aftershock took hold of her body. Sakura felt light headed, but she wasn't sure if it had to do with the length of time she had been in the heated waters of the naturally occuring spring, or if having her first orgasm with a lover had gotten to her. She certainly didn't expect Itachi to bring her to completion in the spring, nor did she expect him to do so with his hand. She supposed it was him wanting to do something for her, since she was already doing something for him: accepting him and giving him the chance to be a person with her, not a high class ninja, not a criminal, not a traitor. Sakura rested her forehead against Itachi's, and he spoke to her, his voice sounding deeper and huskier than she was used to hearing.
"We should go inside." Sakura looked into his eyes, still dark, and nodded with a small smile.
"You're probably right. I'm sure we've been in here longer than we should, and we'll get dehydrated," she agreed outloud, surprised by the timbre her own voice. Itachi exited the water first, and Sakura was able to look upon him for the first time. As it had for her, the light that the moonlight and the pool cast on the area highlighted the beauty in his body, which was, not surprisingly, strong and lean, one of an elite nin. He actually wasn't built all that differently from his brother, that much she saw of Sasuke, anyway. Just the thought of their relation brought sadness back into her mood, breaking the high of her orgasm and distracting her from the human perfection in front of her eyes. She wished Sasuke could have died knowing how much his brother loved him and the extent to which Itachi was willing to go in order to keep his brother safe. Sakura was drawn out of her thoughts by Itachi offering her an open towel, having already found his own.
She rose into the chilly air, and Itachi reached out and wrapped her into the towel as she raised her arms to accomodate him, his thumbs grazing lightly along the underside of her breasts. Sakura smiled slipped on her sandals and reached down to retrieve her toiletries, and the pair began walking back towards the house. Sakura fell into step behind Itachi, paying mind only to where she stepped as she thought of how off-track her mission had gone while oddly accomplishing her initial directive. Sakura was not supposed to become sympathetic to her target, but according to him, he was already on their side. But how is it that Tsunade hadn't told her this? What it even possible that she was not aware of this? She would definitely need to get into correspondence with her superior.
However, she wasn't supposed to contact her except in cases of extreme need, as every instance of contact caused extreme danger to the mission and to Sakura herself. Maybe she should continue with the mission, this time targeting, not through seduction of course, Kisame. He seemed to have a blase attitude towards his loyalty to the Akatsuki. If it came down to it, Sakura would much rather have him on her side during a fight. Now Tobi? She couldn't quite put her finger on Tobi. He certainly didn't seem like he was all upstairs, but he was an asset to this organization in some way, so she didn't want to underestimate him. Sakura decided she would leave that be until she had Kisame along with the plan. Better to handle one deranged criminal at a time, she decided. As Sakura finally drifted back out of her thoughts, she and Itachi were climbing the stairs. When they reached the top, Sakura felt Itachi's hand at the small of her back, leading Sakura to his door instead of letting her continue to her own. She gave him a small smile as he opened the door for her and she stepped inside, the light flicking on as he entered behind her and tugged a metal chain of a lamp beyond Sakura's sight.
Now illuminated, Sakura was surprised by the room, wondering if this had perhaps been a living room if a normal family lived here. It was a decent size, with wood floors, except for one area which had red bricks lining the floor and the wall where she noticed what looked to be an old fireplace standing in the corner of the room, metal pipes of the chimney zig-zagging their way up to the ceiling and out of the side of the wall. Nearer to her was a bed facing horizontally, looking like if a fire were lit, the heat would be trapped in the cozy little corner. A dresser similar to hers, but no where near the same state of disrepair. There were no windows to be seen, making Sakura think this was more of a den than a family room. So who's bedroom was the family room?
'What a strangely designed house. I wonder if all the homes in the area are built this way.' Sakura stood awkwardly near the door clutching her towel as Itachi moved passed her and opened the small door of the stove-like fireplace. Sakura heard the squeak of the hinges. Placing a few fresh piece of wood inside along with some kindling, Itachi knelt before the fireplace and performed a katon jutsu to start a fire. Itachi then switched the light that he had first turn on off, and the room was bathed in the warm glow of the fire.
'Nifty,' Sakura thought, watching as Itachi rose and faced her, his obsidian eyes fixing her with a level gaze while his hand rose in an inviting gesture. Sakura's feet seemed to move of their own volition, and she reached him sooner than she realized.
"Standing by the door farthest from the fire in a wet towel will only keep you cold," he pointed out, brushing the back of his hand down Sakura's exposed upper arm which was riddled with goosebumps. Sakura blushed and grinned sheepishly at her own silliness. Sakura followed Itachi's hands with her eyes as he unfastened his towel from his hips, blushing at the realization of the obvious want he held for her, even after the long stroll from the springs and despite the level of calmness he assumed. He placed his towel near the fireplace in order for it to dry and turned to Sakura, who still held her towel close with her hands. Itachi reached out and grasped each wrist gently between his thumb and forefinger, drawing them apart until her towel separated and allowing his gaze to drink in the sight of her. He took hold of the towel, tugging lightly, prompting Sakura to release her hold so it could join his own towel by the fire for drying, and she immediately reveled in the heat from the fire as it warmed her chilled skin.
Itachi reached for Sakura then, covering her lips with his own and pressing her petite body to front with his forearm the had wrapped around the tuck in her waist. Sakura responded immediately, the fire for him in her veins flaring to life as if they were still in the hot spring, her fingers finding his long hair again, thankful it was unbound so she could bury her hands in it. His kiss left her light headed and Sakura vaguely wondered in the back of her mind how he had become such a good kisser. Being a such a handsome man and elite ninja, he probably had a lover when he had lived in Konoha, though, she guessed that couldn't be an excuse. She was fairly certain by Ayame at Ichiraku's expression that Kakashi was very handsome and he was basically a social recluse. His tongue came out of his mouth to reach hers as their lips met after a quick change in the direction of their tilted heads.

Sakura lightly chewed lightly on his bottom lip as her top lip found it's way between his teeth and a shiver raced down her spine. While Sakura marveled at Itachi's kissing prowess, he took the opportunity to move them from directly in front of the fireplace, both being nearly dry and plenty warm, by walking Sakura backwards until the back of her thighs touched the mattress of his bed. Their kiss broke as Sakura came into contact with the bed, looking back to determine the source of interruption. She soon felt Itachi's lips on her neck, followed by the scraping of his teeth, which raised goosebumps along her whole body again.
Sakura sighed, and let her hands ghost over his body, feeling the muscles twitch at her touch beneath his skin. She let her hands brush down his side to trace the diagonal line caused by his oblique she found at his hip. Despite Itachi's calm outer demeanor, Sakura could feel it beginning to crack as she again traced his hip, traveling lower this time, feeling his kiss to her shoulder possessing more pressure. Her hand found him and she heard a sharp intake of breath, and when she stroked him, she tore a groan from him. Feeling heady and wanting to draw more reaction from him, Sakura leaned back slightly so she could watch his face as she continued touching him. She wouldn't have guessed, with Itachi being one who so kept a calm facade, for him to be one with such earnest, open reactions, and she loved every single one: the small creased between his eyebrows as they drew together, shudders that seemed to race up his spine, small noises in the back of his throat, all of them, captivating. His hand abruptly found her hips, finger tips gripping tightly as Itachi, with a low growl gave Sakura a rush done to her toes, yanked Sakura further beneath him, causing her to cease her teasing with her hand and her hips to become flush against his own.
With the contact, Sakura made a desperate noise, one that she would have felt embarrased by if she weren't so heated. Her back arched and she pressed, feeling his want for her against her core. She was filled with a heavy headiness and a feeling that made her brain whirl, and she soon let herself forget why all of this was happening, let herself get lost in the endless sparks that shot through her body as she and her lover moved as one.
Later, Sakura would chalk up the haste with which they came to this point to a combination of strong emotions surging through her and to the need to create a binding contract between the two of them as the mission, one that had originally been his and hers seperately, now combined, was quickly becoming stale. A ninja's body is a tool, as Sakura had told herself over and over again, and nothing outweighs a contract signed with your own blood. She would sacrifice herself, use her body, everything she was, to end this once and for all. She would see to it her friends, her brothers, would find their happiness.
The next time it came upon her, Sakura felt it in her chest, felt her breaths catching, felt as she were grasping at the frayed edges of something, something she couldn't catch up with. And so, it took hold of her, flooding her what felt like pure adrenaline and filling her ears with a roaring sound, which she realized to be the rush of her own blood that her heart was hammering through her veins.
Itachi buried his face in the junction of Sakura's neck and shoulder, losing himself as she had to the pleasure wracking his entire body. He stayed braced on one forearm over Sakura for a few beats before easing to lay on his side over one of her outstretched thighs. His eyes closed as he gained control of his breathing patterns, and Sakura propped up with one elbow on her side, leaning towards Itachi to kiss his shoulder. Itachi's head turned and his eyes open to meet hers as she kissed his shoulder again. Sakura was graced with a small smile from Itachi, grateful and happy, and he reached out his hand to trace her jaw, pulling her to him so he could kiss her languidly. The fire still warming the room, the pair found no need to turn down the blankets and crawl beneath them, and were content to fall asleep entangled as they were.
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As the sun rose, Naruto, with his pack hoisted onto his back, took off in the direction of Konoha. Kakashi had left no room for argument, and none of his fellow teammates dared try to change his mind. Naruto resolved to sit this one out...that is, until he reached the first clearing they had passed where signs that Sakura and Sasuke still lived. He stopped, looking in the direction of Sasuke's footprints. He had promised Sakura a long time ago to bring Sasuke back to her, to the village, to their team. Naruto felt he was to blame for Sakura leaving Konoha to find Sasuke, and as a result she met with him and was injured. His sandals shuffled in the dirt as he changed direction. He may not be able to participate in the rescue of Sakura, but he could damn well find Sasuke and drag his arse back to Konoha by the time they got Sakura home. He would hold his team, his family together, no matter how many rules he broke and if it was the last thing he ever did.
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