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Innocence	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 10537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

They have followed Sakura's scent several miles north and eventually ended up on a wide shore covered with ivory sand. The chakra binding bracelet, which the copy ninja had dug out of the rubble, was already on its way to Konoha, carried by the fastest of Kakashi's hounds – Pakkun, along with a message about their progress in tracking the pink haired girl.
Although the path left by Sakura's aura was slowly fading away, they were in luck, because the team assembled by the fifth Hokage was more than perfect for discovering even the tiniest trails left. However now, when they have probably found another location where Sakura stayed for a while, there was no need for very long search, because her scent lingered heavily in the exact spot where she lied down her tired and sweaty body. Along with an odor that brought troubled thoughts to the white haired man.
"Kakashi sensei, do you smell that too?" Kiba scrunched his nose and turned towards their leader.
The copy ninja's voice was gentle and cautious, like always, but the undertone of unease could not be overheard. "Yes, Kiba. I do."
"Well? And what is it? I can't tell, but I don't like it."
Of course the young chuunin wasn't able to recognize the aroma of sex, but the older man already knew. All the smell was coming from a tiny piece of cloth left buried in the white grains. Partly washed by the sea maybe, but still strong enough for their keen noses.
"Forget it," Kakashi ordered and the command was met with three surprised and suspicious glances. He continued without acknowledgement. "While the trail is fresh, it is more important to keep going. They probably went to the nearest town to get some rest and refill supplies."
"Do you think they're still there?" Hinata asked.
"I highly doubt that, but there has to be someone who had seen them. So it's our best option."
The three chuunin had no other choice but to agree and the whole team proceeded to scoot along the coast towards the nearest harbor.

Itachi has been gone for merely few hours and Sakura already realized that without his constant presence, the house has become incredibly boring. She ate the breakfast, walked through all the rooms, opened all the closets, curiously peeked out on the steaming hot springs and then ended up in the large living room with a pile of boring medical books. He correctly assumed that she liked reading and studying, but only when she had the right atmosphere for it – peace and quiet – that was what she needed.
Well, the house was quiet enough, no arguing about that, maybe even too quiet. But she definitely wasn't at peace. How could she? When all her thoughts were forcing her to ponder about certain absent man. Where was he? Why did he leave? When was he coming back? But more importantly… why the hell wasn’t she running away already?
So many questions and no answer. No good enough at least.
Around noon she gave up wandering around the house and took a refreshing shower. One at first… then after few hours, she decided to try another bathrooms in the house. Bored to death, she ended up having three showers in a row. Soaked to the bone and annoyed even more than before, Sakura dried herself and dressed into a clean yukata. Then comfortably nested her butt in the cushiest chair with the biggest book opened in her lap and tried to focus on its content.
The day was soon gone and the sun was once again slowly setting itself behind the horizon, coloring the room into its bright crimson tones. Sakura lighted small oil lamp prepared on the low table and kept on reading. The medical book she picked proved to be a rather fascinating material after all. Not interesting enough to keep all her thoughts away, but at least some chapters seemed to be useful in the future. If she just had something or someone to practice on. The lack of training would surely show itself soon. Maybe she should do some taijutsu at least or just something while she is stuck here. To kill time. Maybe. To keep her mind busy. Indeed. Training was a good idea, right after this chapter…
And the next.
And next…

His steps were quiet. Civilian would probably consider him a ghost if he had seen the elegance with which he was slowly proceeding towards the dimly lit living room. But he didn't need to make any real effort to remain unnoticed. He was always like this.
Itachi's face appeared in the door and he slowly strolled his gaze on the peacefully sleeping girl. She looked even more stunning than any time before. Curled deep inside the big chair in the corner of the room. The delicate features of her face, her porcelain skin, her shallow breathing and the timid rose light of her chakra. It was gentle on first sight, but when he kept staring into it, he felt his insides being devoured by its intensity. Itachi let his onyx eyes get lost in the innocence of Sakura's presence. He never thought about feeling anything like this in his life, never managed to imagine to meet someone so pure, so bright, so incredibly genuine. His soul was slowly floating away.
But then a sharp flash of recent events returned him back on the solid ground. Her screams, pleads, tears, her blood so close to his greedy tongue. How could he harm her so much? Why did he do that? He didn't have the right to claim this fragile creature for his own dark desires. No matter how much she wanted him to, someone so virtuous couldn't find a way to oppose him anyway. Not because she would be weak, but because he was a coward. Coward who is too scared to face his own nightmares.
The weight of his recent actions fell on his shoulders. Maybe it was too late to regret what had already been done, but he still had a chance to fix it.
From now on, he would keep the distance. Properly, like he should have from the very start!
Although his face never changed, his eyes shifted and locked every single craving deeply inside his heart. But it wasn't enough, he would need some time alone to think and calm himself. To relax and regain his common sense, which he probably lost somewhere between Sakura’s appealing soft lips. Then he would be worthy to enjoy her companionship without any unstoppable impulses.
With that decision Itachi turned around, walked into the nearest bedroom, took an unused blanket and returned back to Sakura. He gently tucked the sleeping girl in before leaving the small inn completely.
Few days should be plenty of time.

Sakura woke up with a twitch. She wanted to move her head, but her neck went numb and when she tried to rise her head, which had fallen into a painful position, she had to suck on her teeth under the strain of ache in her spine. When she placed her palm on the sore nape and gently massaged her tensed muscles she noticed another injury decorating her skin. With pads of her fingers she could clearly feel the swollen bulb where Itachi cruelly sank his teeth. Sakura knew that the best thing to do would be immediately heal that shameful mark, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it.
It was clear that she had a bruise shining with all the degrading colors on her white surface. A humiliating reminder of the darkness that consumed her body. Without doubt, he branded her flesh, so she would always know to whom she belongs. Conquered and devoured.
I will have you. Every day, every night. Your body belongs to me!
His voice scraped her mind and buried its invisible claws into her brain. There was nothing she could do. No way how to defend herself. So she simply submitted, waiting. Was he going to come again? She noticed he was here a while back, covering her snoozing body with warm blanket. But she was too tired to respond, so she simply let him do as he wished. But he walked away and left her here alone. Obviously untouched.
Was it wrong? Why she was so angry that he left her here? It was all she wanted. All she plead him to do only few hours ago, before he had taken her again.
The shadow of doom grew bigger and it seemed that it finally leaked up to the surface of her common sense. She was lost, and the only person who could safe her, although for merely a moment, wasn't here. Itachi was gone and the desire in her body kept on eating her up.
There was no-one who could help her. She felt helpless. Her hands were shaking and she urgently needed to release the pressure. She wanted nothing but to scream. Scream and forget. But he wasn't here! Itachi wasn't here! Why was so damn hard to get him out of her head? What was happening to her?
The uncontrollable rage boiled in her veins and she didn't know a proper way how to get rid of it. So she simply took one innocent book from the table and smashed her to the opposite wall. The blunt sound echoed through the room. Then silence again. It was crushing her ears.
Wrath was gradually replaced by sorrow. Sakura had no idea where all the sadness and pain in her belly came from. Unsteady rush of questions violated her mind and she couldn't stop them. Letting her head fell into her prepared palms she buried her fingers among the strands of pink silk, squeezing them in a desperate try to get all those thoughts from her consciousness. Why was she so weak?
Unable to suppress that horror in her soul, she clenched her eyelids in a hopeless attempt to control her tears. She sobbed, then immediately bit on her lip, deforming her face into agonizing grin. But another weep scraping through her narrowed throat sent her over the edge. Sakura surrendered and her first tear was quickly followed by a flood of many others.

Blunt tension in her chest made her gasp for air. The warm blanket slipped from her body and the cold morning draft shivered along her flesh. She promptly opened her tired eyes, realizing that she had probably cried herself to sleep. Her cheeks burned from the salt that stayed after her tears dried out. Blinking few times she finally stood up from the chair. Her whole being was aching. Muscles sore, bones stiff. Everything because she spent the whole night in that stupid chair.
Sakura moved slowly, but not cautiously. She couldn't care less if Itachi was back and heard her or not. Her whole mind was a blank slate. Too exhausted to think about anything. Too tired to prevent the questions consume her head.
Why didn't you run? Why are you waiting? Why do you wish for him to come back? Why Sakura? WHY?
But she refused to answer.
Letting the time flow around her, she seated herself outside on the wide wooden porch. Not in the slightest interested in the icy breeze washing her naked feet. She willingly sank herself into all that desperation. She never felt so powerless in her entire life, although it was short life, since she was just fifteen.
All she has ever been taught was how to defend against physical pain. She knew how to fight off a strong opponent. As a medic nin she wasn't afraid of blood. Insults usually didn't get to her, and if, they only made her stronger. But this… this betrayal of her own body made her feel so vulnerable. And Itachi's absence made all seem even worse. He made her addicted to simple things like the smell of his skin and now he had taken the drug away. He was her poison and her cure. His hypnotizing stare, his gentle touch, his soft kiss. He forced her to crave for him and now he just left. Leaving her shaking under the strain of her own desire and helplessness. He made her experience feelings so strong that everything else seemed like plane nothingness.

Itachi was gone for few agonizingly empty days and since Sakura had nothing that would occupy her mind for longer than few hours, she let herself be drowned in restless thoughts, dreadful nightmares and uncontrollable waves of rage. Fear of his arrival was gradually replaced by fear for him. Could something happen? Was he attacked? Was he alright?
Countless times she stood in front of the main door, with her hand on the handle. Once trying to escape, next time deciding to go and find him. But she never left. She was scared.
Every night an icy taste of his kiss woke her up from a terrifying nightmare. Dream where he raped her, then soothed her. Dream when he just sat there, staring at her. Dream where he saved her. Dream where he made love to her.
Itachi haunted her and she hardly found a while when his face wasn't at least a little on her mind. She gave up on hiding anything, prepared to submit to him the moment he appears in her room. Accepting the fact that she probably went completely insane.

It was the sixth day he was gone, including the day he left. Warm sunset heated the cold stone outside. Sakura closed her eyes with pleasure, letting the hot cascades of water from the shower massage her back. But then again. That pain. The flash of onyx eyes and a ghost of his touch made her gasp and she clenched her fists. She wished for nothing more but to be in his presence again. To let his hands roam over her body. Why was he gone for such a long time? Did she do anything wrong? Did she upset him? Was it her fault?
"No! Stop! Stop blaming yourself!"
Her fist met the wet wall firmly. Drops of water scattered around and disappeared into the steady stream running over Sakura's head. What if he won't come back? Is she going to stay here for the rest of her miserable life?
If he's not back by tomorrow, I'm leaving! No matter what!
She had no intention to wait until someone from her village would find her. Not in this devastated state. Not in a stage of her life where she could easily break down and beg for them to help her find Itachi. Because that's what she was scared of the most. Her own mind betraying her, along with her already tormented body.
With a heavy sigh she stepped out of the shower and dried her skin, then dressed into a light yellow bath robe. Using the same towel to rub her head and soak away the extra water in her hair she slowly walked into her room.
Her sight missed the opened door and the dark figure calmly standing on the threshold. But her senses registered his presence. A surprised pant fled from her lips when she hastily turned her face towards the unexpected visitor.
Silence.
Two onyx eyes watched the drenched towel slip from her fingers and with a blunt thump heavily land on the wooded floor.
Her heart skipped a beat and all the heat inside came rushing back in one overwhelming wave. Itachi! He was back! He returned! Finally! After such a long time he was here, with her. Again. The days without his presence disappeared and she felt as if he had never left her.
Her lips parted. "You're back." The whisper was so soft that it made Itachi’s spine tingle. He suddenly realized how much he missed the soft tone of her voice. But just as he had promised before he left, he would not allow himself to lose control over his own needs anymore. No matter how desperately he would be yearning for her.
However, the relief in her jade eyes startled him. Did it mean that she missed him too? He was gone for only few days after all.
Of course she did, her whole body screamed on him, again. Tempting him to claim her. But he wasn't going to break the vow he had given himself. He didn't spent those long hours in the mountains, meditating, just so he could let all his regained strength fly away the moment he would lie his eyes on her. It was too painful. She was hurting. Only seeing her in this state was torture and it was all his fault. But now it was the time to fix it. To fix her. Then he can continue with his plan.
Sakura imagined the feeling of him coming back many times before, but the reality was much more powerful that she expected. And he just stood there, watching her, just like in one of her dreams. Wasn’t he going to do anything?
Take me! Have me! Please! Show me I'm still yours! Her thoughts went wild.
"Sakura, no."
That voice. It was like he could read her mind. But his voice. That gentle flow of his tone, she could hardly hold down a gasp.
She swallowed. "Why?" her whisper was confused, not because she didn't know what he meant, but because she couldn't understand the change.
Something dark flashed in those onyx depths and she felt a familiar jolt of delightful fear strike through her flesh. And then it was gone and his eyes were cold once more.
He spoke, slowly and softly. "I promise, I will never do that again."
"What?"
No! No! No! He can't do that to her! Stop touching her the moment she no longer wanted him to. It was torture!
"I'd really hate to repeat myself."
And he was gone. Showing her his back, he left the door.
"Wait! No!" It was impulsive. She hastily followed him out of her room and all the way to the gloomy night. "You can't do this! I'm talking to you! Hey!" her high pitch voice chased him.
When did it start raining? She didn't even noticed. But the steady bumping of rain drops muffled her voice when she crossed the sliding door and stepped out into the cold air. Itachi stood on the edge of the porch and she watched as he gradually went down the short stairs and ended up under the streams of water falling from the sky. His simple black clothes was soaked in a second.
"What do you want me to do, then?" he spoke whilst still showing her his back.
And it made her froze. What did she wanted? Wasn't it obvious?
"You can't just change your mind like that!" she screamed, trying to be louder than the fierce storm.
However Itachi didn't have to raise his voice, somehow he managed to stay clear and gentle. "And you can?"
Sakura twitched. "Well… That's different," the strength of her tone wavered.
"How?" He turned around, facing her. The wet stripes of raven hair running down along with raindrops on his stoic face.
Sakura bit on her lip. "Uhm…"
"Go inside, you'll catch cold," he uttered and there was no sign of the warmth she remember from before he left.
Sakura felt her fists clenching and her anger promptly rising. "Don't tell me what to do! I can be as stubborn as you!" With few adamant steps she walked down those three stairs and ended up next to Itachi under the rain.
"I can see that," his tone was indifferent but still polite. And in his eyes flashed the old amused affection. But she didn't see that, he wouldn't allow her to.
She was soaked to the bone. Immediately. How the hell could he stand so calmly in this freezing weather? She peaked in his direction. He watched her, measuring. Like always. This was so cliché, so irritating! But the rage was slowly floating away as her skin was drenching uncomfortably. Her body started shaking.
"Why did you leave me here?" she whispered clutching her teeth.
"I needed some time to think," was the prompt answer.
That bugged her. He kidnapped her, dragged her all the way here only to play some stupid mind games. She couldn't figure out why he did all that and he just refused to tell her! But why? Why?
"Oh, right! And now you're mister self-control again?" she snapped. "But that's not how it works, you know?!" She turned her face to him. Cheeks burning red with impulsive anger. "Let me tell you something, I-ta-chi," she said his name mockingly, "you can't just play with feelings of other people. You can't just do as you wish and then when you're bored just throw the person away like some kind of a… a… a thing," her voice failed and throat narrowed. Moods switching like a swing. "Because I'm not a thing! I'm a person! Damn it! And I… I… "
"I'm sorry," he interrupted her, wishing for nothing else but to soothe her. Even though he couldn't. It was too risky.
Her eyes widened, if she felt like crying a second ago, it was all gone, and her wrath returned with its full force. "And what the hell am I supposed to do with that?! Do you think you can just… that you can..."
He stopped her with the softest voice. "I don't think I can anything, Sakura. I simply want you to know that I'm sorry. I should have never taken an advantage of you, it was a mistake."
She felt her whole figure tremble with wrath. So now he admits that it was wrong! Now!? When it's too late!
"Then why did you do it?" It was shriek like no other. Full of pain and suffering.
He had no answer. His gaze drifted down in a defeated gesture. He could try to convince her that it was just for fun. But that would hurt her even more and it wasn't the truth either. He could tell her that deep inside, he holds strong feelings for her, that he simply fell for her, probably the moment he first saw her. But he didn't know how to gather the words. So he stayed mute.
And it infuriated her.
"You are…" her voice was overflowing with hate, "the most..." but she couldn't bring herself to say it. She despised him beyond words.
The rain continued… washing the filth of their relationship away. And all she wanted was to punch him. Hard! But a thin bath robe wasn't very good attire for fighting. For anything including Itachi actually.
"We should really go inside," his serene voice slithered through the wet air and ended up eating her alive again.
How in the world he could still be so calm? When all she wanted was to beat him to a bloody pulp.
"Go to hell Itachi," she spat and kept on staring in front of her. Part of her wished for him to force her. To grab her and just drag her inside… and there… or not? No... she wouldn't mind if he took her right here on the rain. How the hell he could change all the hate in her into a desire? How? Why?
Yet, he did none of that. For a moment she imagined herself march towards him and simply drown him in a kiss, but then again, if he pushed her away, she would die of humiliation. She didn't have the guts to do that nor the strength to bear the embarrassment. So she just stood there.
He saw her body trembling, partly with anger and partly with cold. But getting too close to her was just awfully risky. He might try to trick her, somehow. But everything that came to his mind would probably made her enrage and attack. And any physical contact would probably end up very badly.
They were both caught up in a blind spot.
Then the unexpected sentence made her twitch and his voice warmed her chest. "Sakura, please," Itachi slowly turned towards the shaking girl. The way he said her name… It made her close her eyes and melt.
"Leave me alone," she whispered, defeated.
"You don't want that." He made one hesitant step closer, knowing she wouldn't run away. He just wanted to test his own reaction. If she would stay this calm, it might be safe to be near her.
"What I want doesn't really matter anymore, does it?" Sakura lowered her head, facing the ground paneled with blue stones of irregular shape.
He sighed. "That's not true."
"Then what is…" She promptly straightened when registering his figure right in front. He was close, looking down on her tortured face with the same affection she hated and loved at the same time. "Why won't you just…" take me? Starting her sentence, she didn't have the courage to finish it.
But Itachi knew. "Because it's killing you. Can't you see?" another heavy sigh escaped his lips. Then he spoke again, putting all the warmth from his heart into that short confession. "For what I have done to you, I shall not be forgiven… But if you let me, Sakura, I will try my best to help you."
How? How more he could possibly get to her? She thought that claiming her with sexual desire was the highest and deepest way to have her, but this… this feeling. Never in her life had she experienced this. No-one never looked at her like this. What was it? Why would this agonizingly handsome and powerful man want to look at her like this? And all she craved for, was just ask him, right now. But her breath was taken. Not with a kiss nor a touch. But with a smile, simple smile that made her stubborn inner-self shatter and both Sakuras came to one single realization.
I love him.

"There are five possible harbors where she could have landed. Two bigger towns and three villages. We will scout along the coast and explore every one of them. It isn't the quickest way but this is the only option we have. We should be able to be back on her trail in next three to four days."
He miscalculated. How was that possible? Recalling his own words, Kakashi worriedly peeked out of the window. A fierce rainclouds were rushing towards them from the east side. Storms that came from the sea were always the worst.
He formed the plan to go through every possible place where she could have walked through right in the moment they get the information that she boarded a ship heading north.
That was all they knew and no matter how deeply he wished to find his student, how much he wanted to safe her, he made a mistake. Or the weather was playing him, that didn't really matter. What did on the other hand was the consequence. They had two more villages to go through and he already had the suspicion that her trail will be waiting for them in the last, but how much of her scent will remain after the fierce rain?
They were lucky to have Shino and Hinata with them, the path of chakra was not so easily washed away. But they will be late. Later than he had expected at least. Two or three days? How much time it will take them to reach her? What if it will be too late?
Just hold on a little longer, Sakura.
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