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Sakura's Art of Seduction	By : ElevatedJewel Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female Views: 11283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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- 14
Chapter 14: Lost and Found
(Clones) Inn in Tanzaku Gai
“We still have to go out in the village to have dinner. Let’s go around and see if there is anything off.” The henged Sakura clone was taking control in planning for the mission executing the plans they were given to perfection, if there was something wrong they were going to find out what it was.
Stalking into the village the trio of disguised clones looked around for any suspicious activities being especially careful to listen for any questionable conversations. Normally when collecting Intel local bartenders, shop owners, and senior citizens are the best source of information. Of course, the accuracy is not guaranteed, but it still serves its purpose in pointing to the right direction.
Each member of the trio was tasked with enhancing their senses to quicken their stay in this oddly eerie town. Sasuke, was to use his eyes for any suspicious activity, Kakashi’s nose could always smell foul play, and Sakura was focusing her chakra on her ears waiting for someone to slip up.
Who would have thought that Tanzaku Gai, the once vast and prestigious town would end up being so ordinary? It looked like a mini Konoha before the reconstruction after the Fourth Ninja War against the Akatsuki. The buildings still smelled new, paint still fresh, yet the dirty roads had this ominous feel to them. The weight of war was still carried by the people, not believing peace could ever exist even though it has been years since it’s knocked at their doors.
In all truth, war is used to eliminate threats but often creates new ones. When high powers are removed, quite often those secondary warriors wait for their opportunity in the shadows before they surface in attempts to grow stronger and push their own agenda.
The people in this town gave off an aura of fear. Could there be a tyrant lying in the shadows? The Daimyo of this town often levied ridiculous taxes making the cost of living nearly impossible, so those who remained were quite often the ones who refused to leave their home town behind. Others with means to rebuild elsewhere often relocated. No one dared talk around these three strangers traveling through the town.
It was as if they were alerted of their presence the second they arrived. Knowledge of their possibly being shinobi in the village would cause anyone going through what this town has experienced to be on edge. What exactly had they been through?
This wasn’t like being in Konoha, the citizens of the Leaf are used to random shinobi passing through the village and are significantly stronger than the common civilian. These people looked scared even when there was no threat posed to them. Something just wasn’t right.
The henged Sakura heard whispers near a local book shop. Apparently a few ladies were gossiping quietly amongst each other.
“There’s a shinobi loose in the village who’s leaving a trail of bodies. No one know who he is and no one can really describe his physical appearance except for the fact that he’s wearing a hakama with the picture of a palm with an eye in the middle somewhere on the back. He is supposed to have bandages all over his visible skin.”
“The Daimyo hasn’t done anything about it.”
“Shhh…. You can’t speak of him. He has friends in places high and low.”
“You’re right, we shouldn’t be speaking of this.”
“That lady that owns the motel looking Inn seems to be very friendly with him though.”
“Shut up!”
“Fine, but steer clear of the shinobi that entered the town recently. There are three and if you are caught assisting them in anyway, you’ll be dead before you can make it out of this village just as they will be.”
The three women gasped in response to a new voice. A woman seemingly cloaked with the most repugnant aura ever to be felt. Sakura looked at her two companions wordlessly alerting them of possible danger.
“You three really need to learn some manners.” The woman’s voice was full of malice.
“Gomen. Please we were just indulging in some harmless gossip.”
“Please. We will not speak of it again.”
“I-I told them to shut up!” The other two women looked at their backstabbing friend with distaste.
A vicious laugh echoed through the small walkway. “Such treacherous little leaches. You may serve quite well for an experiment. I know someone who’d love to reprogram you. Oh and don’t worry, I’ll be sure to make it hurt as much as possible.” The woman dragged the other three discretely out of the area.
The Sakura clone nudged her head in the direction of the voices. All three used some of their allowed chakra to climb up the nearest building, using the roofs as a path with proper view of the prospective informant not catching on to the trap they were running into.
***
Konoha felt somber in the wake of their Hokage’s death. The shops all shut down, shinobi inactive, medical staff was at a minimum. The funeral preparations were being taking care of without the assistance of the very distraught Shizune. Although, in the Hokage tower, there were still things needing to be discussed, things Tsunade herself left pending to be figured out.
“I don’t get it. All her note said was something about shinobi wearing a palm with an eye in the middle on hakama’s and that I was needed to figure things out.” A very frustrated lazy genius paces back and forth attempting to decipher and get to the bottom of the situation. What was the intention behind the Hokage’s last message? What was he to figure out? Were the thoughts that kept circling his mind.
Shizune was in no condition to talk to anyone having locked herself in her office since the death of her last living family member. Sure she has Sakura, but the coralette hasn’t been around as long as Tsunade who although isn’t blood either, was all the brunette had.
“Tsunade-Sama and I were discussing a group called the Kira Akuhei and what they are possibly after. I believe she might have been associating these marked hakama’s with the organization. Their agenda is still unknown and we have reason to believe the collection or merging of doujutsu’s are one of their goals. Have you heard of any grand jutsu that involves such a thing?” Itachi’s velvety smooth voice resonated throughout the Hokage’s office.
His eyes caught a half empty bottle of sake, in fact upon further inspection he recalls having been the one to purchase it. There was something about the bottle being glass with gold flecks decorating the woven basket that caught his eyes. A piece of parchment wedged inside of the basket became visible through further scrutiny. Without second thought, the tall midnight haired male stalked across the room reaching for the piece of parchment and the bottle.
A note with his name on it, Tsunade’s hand writing, a blood seal embedded, instructions and a privacy jutsu in place. Though Shikamaru is trusted, he couldn’t disregard the late Hokage’s wishes. He slipped the parchment in his vest pocket and continued his conversation with the Nara who was looking at him quizzically.
“I’m going to leave that one alone. How about you fill me in on any incidents that may be relevant to this organization.” Itachi took a moment to consider what he could and couldn’t share. He knew withholding information could be detrimental to their investigation. All the thoughts circulating in his head were giving him a small headache. He huffed in frustration as he recalled the meeting he was forced to attend with the elders earlier that day.
Flashback
No matter how many times one is summoned to hall where the council meets, the ominous feeling that encases you as you walk towards the main conference room, the sturdy wooden floors seemingly suck you in with each step taken, the tacky wallpapered walls seemingly close in on you as the door gets closer- a tactic to intimidate anyone dreaming to oppose their wishes. Though it never seemed to work on Tsunade and he, the Uchiha Itachi, isn’t one to be coerced; in fact his constitution is stronger than most others.
The large wooden door was left ajar where he could hear the two elders talk, of course he knew this was on purpose but choose to indulge them regardless.
“Koharu, I still think Uchiha Itachi is more suited for the position that silver haired nightmare. He can’t even fill out a proper missions report on time. Besides, Itachi has true character.” Homura’s stern voice spoke with conviction and distaste for Kakashi.
“Tch! Old man, that child is mature but he lacks experience. Hatake is a bit spirited, but he is also a very seasoned effective shinobi of Konoha who is respected across the nations and beyond. He has already gone through all the different negligent phases in life, he knows the weight of truly carrying others. Giving a young Uchiha such power when he has yet to experience life aside from his infiltration mission with the Akatsuki and even then he kept his activities to a minimal would only result in failure. For that nominate his brother Sasuke as well or Naruto even!” The elder woman’s face cut a short glance at her fellow council member disagreeing with his judgment. No one can take away from the fact that Uchiha Itachi is indeed an exemplary shinobi, but it takes more than that to be a good Hokage. His concept of peace is far too naïve much like Naruto.
“I stand by my choice. Either way, we don’t have the final say in this matter and as expected our guest has arrived early. Come in Itachi.”
The dreamingly handsome young man entered the room, his hair always in a neat low pony tail, his flawless face well groomed, he wore his traditional black family robes with the Uchiha fan on the back made of the finest silk in the fire country. His demeanor was as calm as ever with knowledge of what he is about to encounter.
Mitokado Homura gave an approving nod to the young man giving him a slight bow as Utatane Koharu forced a smirk on her face to pacify her distaste for the subject at hand. She was no fan of the Slug Princess, which is no secret, however she preferred her in charge than any Uchiha. No good has come from allowing them power in the history of Konoha.
“You called for me?” Itachi’s crisp baritone voice cooed as he spoke.
“Yes, as you know in light of recent events; we need to select a new Hokage. Tsunade may have left a letter of succession in which she names the person she has selected, however our opinions still count. I want you as the next Hokage. I think Naruto is still too young to assume the position and with his getting closer to the Hyuuga heiress, he will need time to focus on that. In my eyes, you are the only choice. How do you feel about that?” The gray haired older man spoke firmly, full of confidence never allowing his thoughts to waver.
Itachi thought of the man’s words, the title of Hokage would mean that his duty to the village keeps him within its confines unless there are meetings or exams. He will not be able to show any preference to anyone. His clan duties would fall on Sasuke and Shisui. Most of all, it would leave Kakashi in charge of training Sakura giving the Copy Nin the crucial time he so desperately wanted with her. Leaving the silver haired man to be her reliable shoulder. Itachi would have to give up his chance to build with her in order to take care of the village. Very few Kage are married while in service of their village for it causes a deep strain to share your spouse with the rest of the citizens.
Sakura, she is the only selfish decision I have ever made and as such I will make my decision based on her. I will make it her choice. The only way I’d give her up is if she asks me to.
“I have much to consider when making such choice. I too desire to seek out a wife, as you know not many Kage maintain personal relationships while actively serving the citizens. I desire to repopulate my clan bringing it up with the proper ideals, not the corrupted power hungry ones that were taught by the deceased members. If the responsibility should fall on my shoulders, I wouldn’t make the choice in haste. I hear Hatake Kakashi is being considered as well? He should be presented with the same opportunity.” Itachi didn’t falter in making his intentions clear.
Koharu smiled at his response starring at her counterpart with triumph in her eyes.
“If that will be all, I have a matter to attend to.” Itachi bowed ready to leave when Homura grabbed his arm momentarily detaining him.
“Son, I’d like you to take my words into consideration. Think of the good you can do in this village and the changes you can make as Hokage. You may go now.” The old man’s hand detached from the older Uchiha’s allowing him to exit the room.
End of Flashback
“Earth to Itachi, are you there? How troublesome!” Shikamaru waved his hands in the air in attempts to get the taller stygian haired man’s attention.
“Gomen, I was trying to think of notable occurrences. The only one I can think of is this woman Yoshe, who seems to be interested in Sakura, Kakashi, and Konoha in general. She can apparently kill all of her chakra making it undetectable to any doujutsu or sensory Nin and reawaken it just as easily. She may be affiliated with this group though she wasn’t seen wearing any hakama matching any of the profiles we have.”
Shikamaru’s eyes furrowed digesting all of the information. “What would Sakura have to do with this? Does she think that because Sakura’s eyes glow occasionally when she is at emotional heights that she has a doujutsu? Furthermore, is this the same woman who pissed Sakura off in Kakashi’s apartment?”
The thought of the scene which occurred that day was not welcome by Itachi, yet the question still lingered on the reason behind the jealousy. “Glowing eyes? Elucidate please.”
Shikamaru arched his brow at Itachi. “You really don’t want me to do that. I actually know how you feel about her and you definitely don’t want to know what I am referring to. Let’s just say when Sakura and I got into a heated discussion, her eyes began to glow a brighter green color in which for a moment I was unable to move or speak, it was the feeling of being an open book and having the pages to your most personal secrets being read right in front of you. I was a little distracted at the moment so I didn’t think too much of it, but after taking in your carefully chosen words; I’m sure that it has to do with confusion of there being more doujutsu in existence, which would be quite troublesome for anyone to find out. For now, I’d say the thought is an urban legend, yet Sakura still needs to be protected.” The Nara was not dubbed genius in vain, he knew what his words implied and he also knew the discretion that needed to follow. He would always put his best friend’s safety as a top priority.
Itachi was fully aware of what the younger shinobi spoke of, he had no desire to know the details and simply opted to give the younger shinobi a grateful nod in acknowledgement of his wisdom. “I will give you more information as it comes to me. See what you can find out in the archives or anywhere else you think you may find useful information. Right now, I must check up on something.” Itachi’s voice was as smooth and soothing as ever not revealing the true urgency in his words.
Shikamaru somehow could sense that there was more to Itachi’s cool than meets the eye; he knew that part of it was his affections towards a currently absent pink haired kunoichi, but the other half was the danger to everyone that would surely follow if the Kira Akuhei achieve their agenda. Though he could really use a nap, the Nara genius decided he could forgo the nap for a little while until he found some useful information in the matter, after all laziness and selfishness are not synonymous.
***
Clones in Tanzaku Gai
The daimyo’s house was by far the focal point of the entire city, being the only beautiful thing there was left of a formerly magnificent place. It was as to show the rest of the population the superiority it held over them. A carved marble and iron fence encased the estate with imprints using a cross between hieroglyphics and prehistoric picture sequences retelling the town history from the first moment of record. Inside the gates lay grand garden filled with lush green pasture, smaller flowering Ume and Sakura trees decorated the foreground, small hills scattered around the area, a small coy pond with beautifully imperfect stones in different shades of gray decorated its perimeter surrounded by miniscule gravel rocks, a large stone bench overlooked the pond not too far from the fire pit, the serenity that it exuded was perfection. Towards the back there were picturesquely beautiful Matsu trees. The house, better yet mansion held a traditional Japanese allure mixed with ancient roman concepts for it was supported by tatami covered pillars, the walls were covered in gold and green bamboo with cream colored windows peeking through, red flower vines rested against its walls bringing the place to life. The house represented everything the town lacks now and once had.
The henged clones had a perfect view of the residence along with the party of four heading towards it. The three women along with the cloaked woman approached the gate, upon immediate contact with the iron doors two shinobi appeared both dressed in black hakamas their back was absent of any identifying symbols. As soon as they appeared the clones felt the apprehension, the unsettling feeling that something was very, very wrong. The two shinobi and the cloaked woman suddenly combined into a single being merging like liquid ink that has been spilled on a table forming a single person wearing bandages all over their skin the only things visible are remarkably dark gray eyes and jet black short hair. The black hakama adorned on the back with a mystic palm with a single large open eye in the middle.
As soon as the ink shinobi appeared, the three women began to beg for their lives.
“Please, I’ll let you experiment on me. Don’t kill me!”
“It was them, they spoke about you; not I!”
“Just kill me, fuck your experimentation. What are you a man or a woman anyway? I knew that stupid Daimyo was evil”
A smooth familiar emotionless male voice spoke words laced with the promise of so much pain, it would be unfathomable for anyone not to be affected. “I’ll do as a please after I take care of those Konoha shinobi’s watching us. A scroll appeared in front of him, with his free hand he reached for an ink brush allowing him to rapidly draw a cage for the women in front of him, effectively detaining them before he went after his baited prey.
The clones immediately sensed the danger in the affiliated shinobi’s words. He knew where they were from, he knew what they were, and this was all a trap to begin with. The male ninja turned into a puddle of ink headed for them, the clones saw this and began to retreat but before they could get anywhere the shinobi appeared in front of them. Three ink shinobis their voices vibrating off of one another. “You can drop your henges, I know exactly who you are.” The voices created one strong vibration of sound full of malice and demonic possession.
The clones stood grounded not dropping their henge in the least, ready to engage in battle, yet feeling the need to prolong the inevitable wanting to discover the familiar ink shinobi’s identity. Yes, their thoughts were all circling around “Sai” as the attributes matched him to a “T” however, there was the small fact that Sakura recalled saving his life a few weeks back. How would it be possible for him to be here if he is currently in the hospital recuperating? Furthermore, how is he manipulating so many clones at once whilst unconscious? It simply didn’t add up at all.
The Konoha clones evaded the ink clones coming towards them, trying to escape until the right moment when they can disappear and relay the Intel to their respective owners. The ink shinobis where not going to let them slide so easily. The civilian clothes they wore proved to be practical enough to allow movement yet they lacked the stealth built in to standard shinobi gear. The hakamas worn by the opposition made no sound at all with their movement, not alerting them in the least of the orange eyes locking on their form from a close distance.
A tormented singular voice echoed from behind them confirming their suspicions and further confusing them at once. “The pervert, Ugly, and the traitor, what is going on that they needed three shinobi of your caliber to travel together?” A hauntingly evil laugh ripped from his throat as each word slipped bathed in torment. “I think you should head back to Konoha, you never know what surprising news will be there to greet you; either way your chances of convincing Orochimaru to come with you have vanished, unless his snake apprentice here can convince him to help. Otherwise don’t expect anyone else’s support.” The look in his eyes shook the henged rosette clone to its core. The insinuations were too farfetched for her to indulge in, but what if he is right? Rather than acknowledge any of his words, she chose to attempt to get to the bottom of things.
“Sai, what happened to you? How are you here? When you returned from that mission, you were almost dead. Hinata and I helped heal you extracting all that black poison from your chakra network. Ino, has stayed in the hospital since you arrived and been with you every day when she isn’t working. She hasn’t even accepted any missions just to be there when you wake up. She has news to tell you.” The Sakura clone implored for the ink Nin to find reason.
As soon as the words escaped her lips, the aura surrounding them turned menacing, darker than ever before. “Do not mention her to me. What will she tell me? Her wedding date with Shisui? I am very up to date with their status as a couple. She need not play nurse to a simple illusion of my existence. Now, I have a purpose. One that can’t be stolen by cheap seduction tricks. Just know, you will not succeed in stopping us this time around. We will achieve our goal and when we do, you will all kneel before us in awe of our power.”
The speed at which he lunged in their direction was phenomenal the only thing that gave his upcoming attack away was the rustling of the leaves that hung near the rooftops from trees shading the area. The gust of wind that was generated by the kunai the zipped right by the cloned Sasuke’s head put everyone on alert. The bandaged Sai released a scroll and drew three magnificent tigers that scurried ahead to trap the three opposing shinobi.
The henged Sasuke performed rapid hand signs as a grandiose fire dragon released from his mouth whilst Kakashi released a genjutsu around the area protecting them from the public view. The dragon lightly grazed Sai’s hakama effectively charring his left sleeve and bandage beneath it revealing his Anbu Root tattoo confirming his identity as much as they could at that moment. The tigers were slashed in half by Kakashi’s tanto the ink that disbursed scattering around the trees and roofs. Somehow unknowingly, small specks of ink fell on the clones infusing with the chakra that kept them active.
The former Root shinobi began to weave hand signs his hand ending in the position of ox, at that moment the village fell silent, the only thing that could be felt was the breeze coming in due northwest from the coast. Had it not been clones engaged in combat against Sai, blood would have coated the beautifully viridian leaves dancing candidly in the area. Once he hand sign was released the words flowed fluently through his lips “Ninja art: Explosive Ink Jutsu”. The clones disappeared in a puff of white smoke leaving Sai with the knowledge that they were simple clones, decoys, and a mere distraction.
“Ahh clones! They were using clones! I should have figured that when Naruto is one of their teammates. I bet Pinky came up with the plan, none the less I shall report this to Lord Oznad. Hopefully he’s procured Orochimaru by now.” The laughter that escapes Sai is maniacal and completely unlike him, one could only wonder what exactly happened to him?
50 Miles from Amegakure
“Sakura, what’s wrong?” A concerned Uchiha asked feeling the message relayed by his clone yet not understanding the intensity of her emotions. She dropped her henge.
“Sasuke-kun what do you see on my head?” The rosettes hands moved her bangs up showing her larger than normal forehead asking for her suspicions to be wrong.
“There’s a crystal blue diamond on your forehead. It fits you perfectly. It’s just like Tsunade’s. Tch, Stop being annoying and accept that you were chosen to have it.” The pinkette dropped to her knees, her body shaking in anguish. “You-you don’t understand.” Her beryl doe eyes soaked in intense tears as screams echoed through the small dingy room causing the young Uchiha to shudder never having witnessed Sakura lose control to this magnitude. He joined her on the floor attempting to console and stabilize her.
“Do you know what this means?” her small fragile hands grab his shirt. “Do you?” she uses her monster strength to shake him. “She’s dead Sasuke. She’s gone! Only one person can bear the seal at a time. She told me that upon her passing that I, not Shizune shall inherit everything that is Tsunade.” Her tears poured on to the young Uchiha’s rippled chest. “I am not worthy to follow after her.” Sakura sobbed in broken syllables.
Sasuke wrapped his strong muscular arms around her waist lifting her up from the crouched position and cradled her on to his chest feeling the warmth he desired that could only come from her. He stroked her hair soothingly, rocking her softly, and murmuring sweet words into her ears. “Shhh…I know it hurts. You have to know she would not give you a burden you can’t carry. I am here for you, you can borrow my strength.” He felt the need to go further and uncharacteristically explain himself. He tilted her face towards his, his black pearls held a hint of light in them as they locked with the glimmering emerald gems that helped keep him strong in his youth. “I’m sorry I hurt you. I have needs and I’m unsure of my standing with you. I sleep with many other women, but Sakura, never believe that they are equal to you. If you told me that I stood a chance, a real chance there would only be you and no one else. I know I fucked up, which is why I wait for the day for you to be mine. The day where not even Itachi’s pure advances will suffice. Only me.” His voice was gentle like the most hypnotic lullaby meant to cradle the soul’s purest intentions. Her broken spirit didn’t allow her to fully digest his words. She simply nodded, gave him a small chaste kiss on the cheek and whispered. “Thank you Sasuke-kun” before she was lulled to sleep by his ministrations.
Kakashi laid in the background taking in the scene before him cockily not worried about losing the pink haired kunoichi to the young Uchiha, the older one however was another story and true need for his concern. Yes, he worried about how Sakura would cope with losing someone she loved so dearly and having the knowledge delivered during a mission was even worse. Their clones provided them with enough Intel to let them know, they might be on a wild goose hunt. He allowed for Sasuke to remain consoling Sakura so he could analyze what happened in Tanzaku Gai. What on earth happened to Sai? Things were simply not matching up.
Konoha Hospital
The steady beeping of the heart monitor, the rocking chair that became her temporary bed when she visited him let out a soft creek every so often, and the sterile scented furnishings provided her with a sense of familiarity, something she could rely on. Her tiny baby bump strained against her already tight blouse accentuating her voluptuous curves. Shisui hated that she felt the need to look presentable whenever she stood with Sai. She simply couldn’t bear him waking to an ugly version of herself regardless of being engaged. Her commitment to staying by the former root shinobi’s side was really putting a strain on her already fragile relationship as she spent more and more hours waiting for her ex-lover to wake up from his comatose state.
She planned on spending the night telling him about the now 2 ½ month old fetus and how it loves when she tries to draw or how she can feel a warmth spread through her chakra network anytime she sings or reads to it. There are so many things she wanted to tell him, if only he could hear her. She looks around the room studying the white walls seemingly looking for any flaws in the paint, the equally white cabinets remain shut without so much of a finger print to tarnish its clean look. The more she looked, the more she saw that something wasn’t right. Shit! How didn’t I notice sooner? She brought two opposing pointing fingers together joining her thumbs simultaneously focused her chakra and whispered “Release.”
The image before her was not a perfectly sterile room where a patient was recovering, it was one of an empty bed, unplugged equipment, the cabinet door opened with all the bandages gone, and most of all his clothes and hospital gown lain on the floor. Resting on top on the pile of clothes was his leaf headband and a kunai piercing the center of the Konoha emblem.
She didn’t know how many seconds, minutes, or hours had passed before she was out of her shocked state but once it all registered the only things she could say was “Sai has deserted the village. What if he never gets to meet his child? Why is he doing this?” She did the only logical thing she could think of and placed a blood seal on the room leaving everything exactly as it is. I need to show this to Itachi. I don’t know how long he has been gone, but there is evidence of his having been here. She headed towards the Uchiha Compound hoping to catch her future cousin in law.
50 miles from Amegakure
“You know, right now is not the time for you to try and seduce her.” Kakashi spoke in a lethal whisper his words mocking the young Uchiha in front of him.
“Hn. Old man, you are dying to sink yourself into her. I see the lecherous looks you give her and I have overheard Itachi and Shisui talking about your activities with her. YOU should keep away from her. We all know that you could never be in a relationship. Not monogamous one at least.” Sasuke used his classic smart ass tone to taunt the older silver haired man in front of him.
When he first heard about Kakashi and Sakura he wasn’t sure what to do first: throw up or beat the shit out of Kakashi. Itachi told Shisui that he’d only allow it if he was sure that the Hatake prodigy would be able to make her happy. Sakura’s happiness, that’s all he’s cared about for so long. His brother always making special considerations for a woman he got to know from a distance. In some odd way his older brother had a knack for knowing what people needed and if he cared enough he gave it to them. Of course Itachi is a very caring person, but he isn’t the type of man to expend excessive energy on one that he didn’t care about in a more personal manner. His brother was not happy with the thought of Sakura having anything to do with the Copy Nin and he was sure that he agreed. The only person he felt he needed to compete with was Itachi. He was stupidly secure in the assumption that Kakashi merely served to satisfy a carnal need his precious pink haired kunoichi had inside.
Kakashi didn’t let Sasuke’s comment get to him very aware that in a way it would serve to irritate the young man trying to get under his skin. He chuckled “You have no idea what I can do and you know nothing about her. Don’t pout and throw tantrums because you want what you once cast aside. What happens between she and I remains between us. It’s ok to be jealous little Sasuke. I would be too if I were in your position.” His voice remained emotionless seasoned with slight teased tones causing the young raven haired man to clench his jaw in frustration.
“Consider yourself warned Kakashi. Think twice before you do something you regret.” Onyx eyes narrow at the lone dark gray eye, his tone cold as ice. The older shinobi knew Sasuke meant what he said yet he was still unfazed.
Sakura began to stir from her sleep. She rubbed her eyes like a small child would and yawned as she stretched. Finding herself oddly comfortable waking up with a pair of strong masculine arms around her. She looked up to see that the warmth was coming from the normally human icebox known as Sasuke. It felt good to know he cared, even if she wasn’t sure she could ever give him another opportunity to break her heart; his gestures were appreciated. The hairs on her neck stood as she felt Kakashi’s burning glare on her. Her widened beryl eyes fell on his challenging him to try and claim benefits he has no right to have. Surprisingly enough the Copy Nin backed down making her question the intentions behind their little trysts and sexual tension.
Not wanting to deal with personal drama at the moment, Sakura cleared her throat. “Sasuke-kun, can Aoda communicate with Orochimaru?” Her voice was raspy from all the screaming she’d done when she lost her cool.
“Aaa. He can relay the message through Manda I’ll summon him.” Immediately Sasuke bit on his thumb drawing blood wove rapid hand signs, pressing his palm to the ground and said “Summoning Jutsu” a black marking pattern appeared on the ground and from a puff of smoke a large blue black snake with deep green eyes appears it’s voice slightly slurred with each word, a dark aura surrounded him. “Sasuke-sama, I’m assuming this is important.”
“Hn. I need you to deliver a message to Orochimaru. Tell him I need to meet him in Konoha within 3 Days. Be discreet, he may have unfavorable company.”
“It’s been a while, but I will contact with Manda or Orochimaru-sama. Will that be all?” The two toned voice became unnervingly soothing after some time.
“Aa. Make sure you confirm receipt of message.” The midnight blue snake nodded then disappeared in another puff of smoke.
Sakura decided to speak up. “We have the important intel we need to relay at once. I think we should go back to the village. Aoda is better for getting Orochimaru. He’ll want to know about Shishou.”
Sasuke remained stoic replying to Sakura’s insinuation. “Interesting.”
It didn’t take much for Kakashi to see what Sasuke and Sakura were getting at yet he still felt uneasy about having more than one snake in their midst. He did agree however that going back to Konoha was a good idea. This mission has served its purpose but since they were only fifty miles from Amegakure and Tayuya was right by the border, he felt like it was their duty to at least see if they can gather any useful Intel from her.
“Let’s go to Ame before we head back home. We should still talk to Tayuya since we’ve come this far already.” Kakashi spoke in a commanding tone letting his two former subordinates know that there was to be no questioning his decision. Begrudgingly, Sasuke rolled his eyes and displayed his agreement by packing up his things in their original scrolls. Sakura followed suit. All of them changed into their shinobi gear absent their headbands and dropped their henges.
Once their things were packed up they made their way out of the area into the dirt roads. The vibrant forest green Matsu trees provided air support as they stalked through the different branches running top speed to Amegakure where they hoped to find the red headed charcoal eyed former Oto Nin.
After several hours of running they reached a small cottage surrounded by shrubs and Momiji trees. The outside of the cottage was made of logs that looked stacked on each other. Smoke consistently traveled through the stone chimney. The door had a symbol, a treble clef as opposed to having the quarter note that the sound wore on their hia ates.
“She most likely has a seal on the place. I should go first, once it’s been cleared you both can follow.” Sasuke spoke up with knots in his stomach feeling oddly sentimental. Though in the time he joined Orochimaru and his underlings he knew he left the people he loved behind, he grew a lot amongst the Shinobi of the Sound. Everyone thought Tayuya died during the rescue mission to get Sasuke back before the curse mark took control of his body, however she survived. Once news of Kimmimarro’s demise reached her, she couldn’t find it in her to return to Orochimaru’s camp. Juugo, who became one of Sasuke’s subordinates when he formed Team Hebi to be his elite team for missions assigned by the Saanin Snake, knew of her whereabouts and made it a point to ensure she was always taken care of which led to Sasuke’s involvement with her as well.
He was nervous coming to see Tayuya with Sakura there. Had it been Karin accompanying him, he wouldn’t care, she knew her place and how to conduct herself. Sakura was different, he didn’t want to put her in her place because in his eyes, she had dominion over his heart and was to be the woman in his life all other should revere. He showed Tayuya respect because she was the only woman he bedded that understood, he would never be hers. Of course he never spoke of the one person he would give himself to. That would possibly put the pinkette he fought so hard to protect in danger and that was more than enough reason to annihilate an entire nation.
His teammates nodded waiting in the edge of the forest for his signal. Sasuke walked towards the cottage, his hands formed the ram symbol before he shot his chakra towards the seal on the door allowing her to know that it was him outside. It was a few minutes before he was pulled inside of the cottage by an eager sound kunoichi.
Meanwhile in the edge of the forest, Sakura turned towards Kakashi. “What was that little display of jealousy back there?” His smirk was visible through the insufferable blue mask he insisted on wearing.
“Oh, it seemed you looked quite comfortable in the arms of the young Uchiha, tell me something Sa-Ku-Ra, and is it an Uchiha thing? Is that what you are into? Do you want me because I have a sharingan and remind you of the family you so desperately want to join? Is that why you tease me with the thoughts of having you? Tell me!” Though his voice was only loud enough for her to hear, the anger in his words was felt.
Sakura narrowed her eyes breathing in and out to control her temper knowing this wasn’t the time to allow Kakashi to get to her. Instead of lashing out, she scoffed. “If I wanted an Uchiha, it’s quite apparent that I can have one yet aside from the person I gave my virginity to, you are the only one that has even gotten close to having me. Too bad you fucked it all up with your stupid insults. You are such an ass hole!” The anger and hurt she said were reflected in her words, not her tone or facial expression; no, those remained sweet and jovial.
Kakashi was oddly aroused by her retort, feeling completely reassured even when her last words implied him being cut out of her personal affairs. Deciding not to let the moment pass where it can become true, the silver haired shinobi grabbed the rosette pinning her to the tree trunk. The deep green leaves around them covered their activities from public view. Her eyes widened at his action, her breath staggered as she weathered the impact on her back. She knew the right buttons to push, the way she affected him couldn’t ever be denied. He pressed his body against hers, using one hand to keep her pinned and the other to pull down his mask freeing his lips to capture hers.
The feeling of his thick engorged length rubbing against her stomach and his soft lips with rough mouth movement caused her to moan which allowed his tongue to delve into the mouth savoring the delectable sweet flavors that made her so incredibly unique and their passion so insanely erotic. “Stop doing this to me if you aren’t going to give me anything to fix it.” He spoke huskily pressing his arousal against her clothed nether lips earning a helpless, lustful whimper.
His free hand traveled down to her thighs hiking up the infamous red dress she often wore, he reached for the black shorts pulling them down along with her panties. His eyes locked with hers, exchanging lustful stares, he slipped his middle finger inside of her memorizing the way her eyes were clouded and darkened with desire. Her back arched in pleasure, her breaths ragged with each pump. She reached out her hand to him halting his movement. “Kaa-kaaaa-sssshhhii, stop! We’re on a mission and Sasuke should be back at any moment.” She spoke between moans only to fuel the silver haired man’s primal instinct to mark territory. He growled into her ear.
“I guess that means we have to make the most of our time.” He shrugged her hand off of his arm freezing her in place with his stare showing how serious he was. “You don’t think I smelt how aroused you were when Sasuke was confessing to you or how unsure you seem when Itachi is around?” the tightness in his voice showed his anger.
She lowered her eyes peaking up slightly through her thick black lashes sheepishly. “I’m confused Kakashi. I want you for all the right and wrong reasons. Sasuke, well I loved him for so long and just when I moved on and gave up on the idea of being with him, I find out he wants me and it fucks with my head…” a light blush forms on her cheeks as she looks up. “… Itachi, well he looks out for me and always thinks of my happiness. He’s constantly thinking of making sure I’m validated and that I don’t over or under estimate myself. I don’t know how he feels about me, but I know he feels something. Right now, I’m not supposed to date though. I’m supposed to complete what Shishou’s training.” She looked away in frustration.
Kakashi wasn’t going to let her off the hook so easily. “Confused? I guess I should help clear some of that confusion.” He grabbed her face and forced her to look at him before he smashed his lips against hers kissing her roughly projecting his raging passion and need to clear the confusion from her head. He made quick work of unzipping his pants and removing his swollen member from his boxer briefs. He picked her up scooping her creamy legs, her knees resting on his forearms his hands gripping her firm rounded ass before lowering her soaked warm cavern on his tool inch by inch until he was full sheathed inside of her. The feeling of her insides being stretch and filled so divinely caused the pinkette to arch her back releasing a sensual moan in combination with a gasp.
It’s all happened so quickly, she didn’t even notice his movements. The kiss served to completely distract her. Now he’s inside of her deeper than she’s ever felt. He’s really going to fuck me in the middle of the forest during a mission? Why haven’t I stopped him? Sakura knew that in some twisted way she wanted to fuck him just as bad. This was a breaking point in their sexual tension, but it was still happening too fast. She was angry, angry at him and angry at herself.
He was angry with her as well. The Hatake Kakashi doesn’t take kindly to sharing even in his many one night stands, he likes to be the focus. Sakura’s confusion only served to give him the need to refocus her. He lifted her body with all intentions to slam her back down until he felt her lifting herself until he was nearly out of her then slamming herself back down on him. He groaned loving the feeling on her muscled tightly wrapped around his shaft, the sound of his balls slapping against her ass was a heavenly tune.
“I’m so angry with you Kakashi!” As she rode him wildly he met her thrusts with his own hitting spots in her body that made her feel like she was going to explode. Knowing where they were she did her best to stay quiet only allowing a few whimpers and breathy moans to escape. He continued to thrust deep into her womb, rocking his hips savagely against hers showing the trail of her juices as it coated his member each time he pulled out. He put her arms around his neck and with his free hand unzipped her dress freeing her bound breasts using a small surge of lightning chakra to destroy her chest bindings.
He took in the sight of Sakura’s vibrant pink hair swaying with each movement of their hips, her darkened emeralds filled with lust and anger, her soft creamy skin flushed rose as sweat coats its surface, her kiss swollen red lips slightly parted allowing melodic moans to form from the sweet breath, her full perky breasts bouncing rapidly in display of the rhythm of their coupling, her flat defined stomach rolling with each thrust, and the dripping pink lips that held his member in a warm tight embrace. He was a man possessed entranced with the beauty in front of him and fueled by jealousy along with the desire to feed his ego.
Her muscles began to tighten around him, her mouth covered his to muffle the moan that came with the rippling orgasm that followed. The intensity of their “hate sex” only escalated as Kakashi set her down whilst turning her around lifting her leg up and thrusting back in soaked cavern with an animalistic force that had her seeing stars instantly. His grip on the rosette’s hips tightened as his other hand slapped her ass every time she pushed back into him meeting his thrusts. It was all so electrifying.
The pine scent coming from the Matsu trees surrounding them mixed with the humid temperature and random harmonious tunes coming from the birds in the sky served to offset the raging fury being emitted by the two lovers. Kakashi had Sakura bent over with a firm grip on her breasts and the other hand stimulating her clit furiously driving her insane with each deep, fast, strong thrust making her feel like her entire body is melting in lava without burning away. All of her nerves being driven on edge at once. Soundless moans come in forms of spasms as she peaks, reaching multiple orgasms. All she can see is a brilliant white light as she reaches an indescribable high.
Kakashi is relentless feeling her walls contracting gripping his member so tightly as he continues to stroke her walls deeper, faster, harder bringing himself to release not before marking her skin with a bite on the back of her neck drawing blood while he emptied himself inside of her.
The moment they both got down from their high was incredibly sobering. Sakura was disgusted with herself and livid with Kakashi. Kakashi on the other hand felt as if he did something they both wanted to do but deep down knew he picked the most fucked up moment to do so. His intention was to change her mind, to show her why he was the best choice, to make her feel the pleasure only he could provide her. Instead he took her roughly, without any preparation, no affection, no words, he simply gave her amazingly erotic angry sex. The sound of sniffling took him out of his musings.
“I fucking hate you Kakashi! How dare you? You know how fucked up my head is right now and you choose this moment to do this? Was it good? Was this how you wanted this to happen? I hope so, because this will never happen again.” She calmed her tears stepping away from him to make sure she performed her birth control jutsu and clean herself up with the small amount of toiletries she packed.
The older silver head male watched his former student collect herself. Realization of what he just did began to truly settle in. I’m an asshole. What was I thinking? He knew staking claim in that way may be a turn on to a woman whom he’s already established a relationship with, but to a woman who said she was confused and just lost her parental figure… he just knew there would be hell to pay for this mishap and it would take everything in the book to gain the rosette’s forgiveness.
He was one for control, he always maintained his cool. He simply couldn’t explain what got into him. For once in his 35 years of life, Hatake Kakashi lost it. Sure, he knew Sakura desired him; she was definitely aroused when he took her yet that doesn’t change the fact that she wasn’t ready. The bigger question was ‘Is forgiveness even in the cards?’ That is a question he cannot answer. She needed time he knew, but how much time?
Meanwhile Tayuya’s Cottage
“Sasuke, what a pleasant surprise!” Deep olive brown eyes peaked at the Uchiha through strands of silky red hair that scattered across her face. Her short petite frame made her seem harmless, her soft voice made her seem lady like. Everything about her physical appearance contradicted her personality entirely. Tayuya is anything but harmless, weak, or lady like. She is vicious, strong, and bitchy.
“Hn. I’m here on business.” Sasuke walked by her in attempts to make his message clear- an action that didn’t go unnoticed by his red headed companion.
“I don’t fucking think so Sasuke. You know better than to come here demanding shit without giving me anything.” She approached him predatorily dropping to her knees in front of him tugging at his belt with her teeth as he hand pressed against his penis through his pants caressing it effectively getting his attention.
His breath hitched, the stimulation of her hand grazing over his clothed flesh was enough to ignite his insatiable desire to punish the woman in front of him. He knew what she wanted to do and had he not been traveling with Sakura, he would let Tayuya have her way with him. Of the many women he indulged in Tayuya had to be by far the wildest and best with her mouth. There’s something about a woman that allows a man to fuck her face as roughly as he wants that could make any man’s dick twitch in excitement. Yes, he wanted to and she was willing, but that’s how he screwed up before. Isn’t it?
He cleared his throat reaching for her shoulders to pull her up. “Tayuya, I didn’t come here to fuck you. I came here because I need to find out where Orochimaru is. I have my mission team outside.” She rolled her eyes at him.
“Since when do you give a flying fuck about fucking during a mission? You never cared before.” Sasuke knew her words were true, however he wasn’t going to let her know. Tayuya eyes her raven haired lover suspiciously.
“Is there a girl on this team?” She spat out the words viciously. “Aa. Still none of your business. Are you going to let me bring them in?” He remained stoic though he knew where her questioning was going.
“Why should I? You aren’t doing anything for me.” Sasuke was quickly losing his patience with the woman in front of him. He grabbed her arms pushing her towards the small wooden table behind her causing her to sit on top of it. He kept his grip steady. “Tayuya, I’m serious. This is an emergency.”
“Fine. What do you need? I don’t want any Konoha strangers in my house.” The red head pouted crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“Where is Orochimaru?” a glint of red reached Sasuke’s eyes as he mentioned the Infamous Snake Saanin. Tayuya felt her palms sweat, the thought alone of dealing with Orochimaru put her on edge. She remembered the screwed up experiments the mad doctor performed on her. She viewed him as a monster.
“Last thing I heard from Kabuto was that he was negotiating some deal. I think these people have someone they communicate through. I’m not sure who that person is though. I’ve heard that some woman named Yoshe is involved. That’s all the shit I know, ok?” Sasuke nodded ad was about to walk out the door until a hand grabbed his.
“Are you really just going to fucking leave, just like that? Damn it Sasuke, I have needs and I know you do too.” She purred in his ear grabbing his other hand and placing it between her legs so he can feel just how much she needs him allowing the moisture to coat his fingers.
As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t bring himself to fuck Tayuya senseless. He had something to prove to Sakura and he was going to make it his mission to do so. He didn’t look back to the olive brown eyed woman begging to be taken and spoke in his coldest tones. “I have to go.”
He walked out the door to hear the breaking of dishes and Tayuya using her colorful vocabulary to throw every insult in the book his way. He didn’t care. Sure, he felt bad but she knew how he was and what to expect. Most of all, she knew his word was always final.
When he arrived to the forest, he found Sakura with her eyes red and swollen from crying. Her body was shaking slightly as she remained inanimately seated on a branch. Her eyes were vacant staring off to an unknown distance. He didn’t know what happened, but he had his suspicions that it involved a certain silver haired jonin who was a good distance away from her looking extremely guilty.
Sasuke reached the rosette and shook her gently startling her with his actions. “Sakura, what’s wrong?” She didn’t reply, she remained absolutely silent. The younger Uchiha growled in frustration, his sharingan taking over his eyes as he focused his gaze on Kakashi.
“What. Did. YOU. Do. To. HER?” Sasuke didn’t yell, his voice projected enough to reach the Copy Nin. The murderous intent the surrounded the spiky midnight black haired man was thick enough to intimidate the Sage of Six Paths himself.
Hatake Kakashi was not entirely intimidated, he himself was frustrated and was willing to use Sasuke’s anger to relieve his own. He jumped in the air so he could show the young Uchiha that he too was ready to fight it out. He was tired of the self-restraint that came with being a shinobi, he wanted the freedom on acting out his anger. That was his resolve when he thought about what happened between him and Sakura. The fact that he had his own insecurities helped him convince himself that he was doing the right thing. Sasuke immediately accepted his challenge ready for battle at any moment. He too let his body fall to the ground. They both eyed each other with disgust. Without knowing what happened Sasuke was ready to end his former Sensei’s life out of devotion to a woman who was always loving and loyal to him. They taunted each other, circling around one another for several minutes but as they sought to engage in combat with each other, someone stopped them.
***
Uchiha Compound
Itachi slid the shoji open and closed it behind him giving him the necessary privacy to open the scroll Tsunade left him. Following her instructions, he used hand signal to sound proof and seal the room guaranteeing his privacy. He bit his thumb releasing a little of his blood to open the scroll. Once his bloody thumbprint touched the scroll, it unraveled and out of it came an illusion of Tsunade that began to speak to the older Uchiha.
“Itachi, if you are listening to this, I’m dead. Stupid aneurysm! Thoughts of who should be the next Hokage should be circulating. My deepest desire is for you to take my place, but I won’t make that my official decree as I don’t want to entrust Sakura’s training to Kakashi. I think you would make an amazing leader, you have all the qualities of one but most of all, I think you would make an incredible husband to my Sakura. This is why I am giving you an official document stating that I would like Hatake Kakashi to become my predecessor allowing Naruto with enough time to settle in his life before he takes office.
In my death, Orochimaru may not want to help the village. Locked in this scroll are several things: a package for Sakura, a scroll for Shizune, Some classified Intel I would like for you and Shikamaru to review, the official letter declaring Kakashi as Hokage, and a key with a map attached. This key will open the ancient archives and I believe will give us more information on what the Kira wants, it also opens a small room where in order to get in you’ll need to use your fire jutsu and the key at the same time. In the room you will find what you need to convince Orochimaru to help.
Look out for my girls. I’m counting on you to help keep the peace. This is all the chakra I can afford to feed into this scroll. You have your instructions. Thank you.” The illusion seemed to get sucked back into the parchment and as it did squares surrounded by kanji appeared with the different names and items Itachi was entrusted to deliver them to.
He released the privacy jutsu he had in place in time to run into Ino. Her beautiful peachy skin was marred with black tear streaked lines. Her bloodshot cerulean eyes locked with obsidian orbs. “Itachi, Sai has betrayed the village. I went to his room and noticed a small inconsistency. See, I always stare at the wall and look at the color and how it blends…” Itachi interrupted. “Ino, get to the point!”
“Ugh, fine. It was a genjutsu. The room, I don’t know how long it has been vacant but I know Sai was actually there at one point. I sealed the room so you can see it.” Itachi allowed the words to sink in. Sai, another piece to the puzzle.
It was then he felt a pull in his necklace, a sudden chakra shock. “Ino, take Shikamaru and show him the room. I’m needed right now.” Without waiting for a response, Itachi disappeared in a flock of crows at lightning speed leaving a dumbfounded, stressed confused Ino to her devices.
***
Forest Outside of Tayuya’s House
Sasuke’s right hand sparked electric blue, the sound of a thousand birds chirping echoed through the air using his former Sensei’s signature move rushing toward him as an equally large raikiri emitting a silver light rushed towards him. Just as they were about to collide into one another’s chest, Itachi appeared grabbing both Sasuke and Kakashi’s arms throwing them into the surrounding trees. On impact the trees were severed at the trunk crashing down into the others.
“What were you two about to do to each other? Did you forget that this is a mission?” Itachi didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t need to. The furiously intense look in his eyes said it all.
Sasuke spoke up first in an annoyed tone. “I was about to put Kakashi in his place. He did something to Sakura. Why else would you be here?” Itachi felt his blood boil. If that bastard did something to her, he will fucking pay. It took every bit of his resolve not to kill Kakashi on the spot. He pinched the bridge of his nose his entire body trembling in rage and frustration, curbing his killer instinct.
“When I appeared in front of Sakura after she called for me, all she said was ‘stop them’.” He looked at Sasuke first, then to the other side at Kakashi. He kept his stared at Kakashi “We’ll settle this when we get back to the village, all of us.” He bit out the words sharply. Then he approached the coralette and picked her up bridal style and ran in the direction of their home.
Reluctantly, the other two men got up and followed eyeing each other acknowledging that their fight is put on hold for the moment. They ran for five hours before it was too dark to continue. The fire was built, tent’s spread out, and rations distributed as they took rest for the night. Sakura’s delicately hoarse voice broke the uncomfortable silence they were basking in. “I saw a small lake and waterfall. I’m going to clean up.”
“I’ll go with you.” Itachi got up and looked at her. “It’s too dark for you to be going alone.” Too tired to argue, she agreed. The taller Uchiha created a clone of himself to leave at camp just in case his little brother and former Taichou decided they wanted to continue their match.
He perched himself in a tree whilst she bathed in the crystalline water. The moon reflecting on her porcelain skin added a luminescence that made her look ethereal. Itachi found himself entranced with her beauty knowing the woman underneath in all her virtues. He wanted to know what happened and he wanted to hear it from her. He was very well aware that if something happened, Sakura is strong enough to stop Kakashi, however the way she seemed shook up didn’t seem to add up. As much as he’d love to beat the information out of the Copy Nin, he owed it to Sakura and himself to know what was going on first.
She was disgusted with herself. How could I just let it happen and join in? What is wrong with me? Shishou would be so ashamed, she’s probably so disappointed in me right now watching me whore myself around. I wanted Kakashi, I know I did just not that way. FUCK! I’ve made a mess of things. Sasuke was ready to kill him. Its funny how no matter what, he’s always been protective of me. Itachi probably thinks the worst of me. I don’t know what to do. I feel so empty. She scrubbed her skin brusquely nearly peeling it with her harsh ministrations in attempts to cleanse herself from her sinful encounter.
Itachi remained on the tree writing on a piece of parchment, his thoughts drifted to the rose haired beauty that bathed beneath the water fall. Once she was done bathing and was fully dressed, they made their way back to camp.
Sakura reached out to Sasuke and gave him a tight hug whispering in his ear. “Thank you Sasuke-kun.” She left a small kiss on his cheek close to his ear making a light pink tint touch his alabaster skin.
“Itachi, can you please stay with me for a little until it’s my watch?” Itachi obliged her, accompanying her in the tent. Once they were inside, tears began to stream down her face as his arms wrapped around the pinkette’s head laid nestled on his chest.
He ran his hands up and down her arms to calm her before he asked “Sakura, I need you to tell me what happened.” His tone was surprisingly sharp as he spoke to her. She froze for a moment, her jade orbs glimmering with tears looked into the depths of his obsidian pools. Her voice no louder than a whisper told him the entire story exactly as it occurred.
He was seething, livid, yet he didn’t know who he was most upset with. It’s easy to say Kakashi was the main source of his anger, but regardless Sakura is a capable kunoichi and could have stopped him. Instead she joined in. What could he really say about that?
“I know you probably think less of me now. I don’t blame you. I’m dirty, stupid, I just- I just- I’m so confused. I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with myself now. I have no one and nothing but a lonely home and no more family. Why wasn’t I there to help her? I could have saved her life, then she’d still be here. Then everything would be ok.” Her words came out in chocked sobs, Itachi’s eyes softened at her broken state.
Her hand reached up to his cheek, their eyes locked. She inched her face closer to his, her warm breath fanning his face ghosting over his lips. Her aura embraced his begging to be united as one. “Help me forget.” He halted her from going any further their noses touching, their mouths centimeters apart. “Please, Itachi, make me feel.” As much as he wanted to make her feel, he couldn’t. She’s confused, he will not take her until she is sure about him, about them, about what they are doing or not at all even if he punishes himself in doing so.
“Not like this.” He whispered. His sharingan flashed, her eyes widened in fear as the three tomoes morphed into a triangle with an ‘X’ in the middle. He caressed her cheek with his hand. “Relax.”
The room around them turned black and red, the only other colors came from their bodies. A scared Sakura spoke “What are we doing here?” Itachi’s face void of all emotion spoke in his smooth debonair voice. “I will not take you if you aren’t sure about me. I will not physically touch you, but if you want me to make you feel. I will. I will make you feel a glimpse of what I can give to you.” Sakura remained stunned at his words.
He began to stroke the back of her neck with his fingertips, his cool breath fanning her ear. He placed small kisses down her ear lobes on to her neck as he unzipped the front of her dress massaging the flesh underneath it. As he dress hit the floor, his kisses traveled down the back of her neck to her shoulder blades then down her spine. Sakura shuddered at the sensations feeling her every cell awaken like millions of needles shooting adrenaline into her body.
He worked his way back up using chakra infused fingers to tantalize every nerved in her body whilst his touch worked her back, his mouth claimed hers. Her moans projected throughout the empty space of his sharingan chamber. Itachi used one of his hands to support her back as he dragged the other down her collarbone, then to her ample breast kneading one his mouth nipping her neck. She let out a breathy moan “Done stop.”
Itachi’s mouth hovered over her pink hardened nipple alternating between suckling it blowing cool minty air around it causing the pinkette’s toes to curl where they stood. “Mmmmmm… Yes.” He switched breast not wanting to neglect the other. Nipping and biting down on the swollen flesh with such precision you’d think he studied every crevice of her body knowing exactly how to satisfy her entirely.
His mouth trailed down the valley of her breasts to her navel, his wet muscle circling around her belly button leaving small bite marks around it. Her pleasured whimper pleased him as they reached his ears. His hands massaged up and down her legs focusing on her outer and inner thighs. She could feel the moisture building up between them, her body trembled wantonly. He lifted her body and laid her down on something that resembled a chaise as his lips tasted her again. Their tongues dancing tauntingly challenging the other for dominance, Itachi’s over powered hers causing him to smile in the kiss.
She grabbed his long raven locks roughly releasing them from the insufferable pony tail he always wore. The contrast of his dark hair framing his breathtakingly handsome face and his alabaster skin along with his regal features made him look like a fallen angel. Comforting, alluring, and dangerous all at once. Not liking his fully clothed state, she removed his shirt tossing it to the side. Her small delicate hands ran down his chiseled chest admiring every single muscle as the work of art it is. His smooth skin sent shocks to her body with each graze.
He lifted her legs removing her sandals before his mouth claimed her toes. Twirling them around with his talented tongue leaving the rosette in awe of the incredible feeling caused by an act she had no idea would be so erotic. His thumbs rubbed onto the soles of her feet whilst his tongue paid special attention to each toe equally. “Sakura.” His cool breath tickled her feet as he spoke. “Look at me, don’t look away. I want to see every little reaction you make.” His hands worked their way down her soft toned creamy legs. “I want to see how your eyes darken with lust, how your cheeks wear different hues of rose, how red your lips get as you bite down on them showing how much you enjoy what I do to you.” His hands crept into her waist band bringing down her shorts and red laced panties.
Her hooded eyes remained locked with his enjoying the view of his wet muscle wetting his lips as he uncovered her hidden cavern. Throwing her shorts idly his fingers ran up and down her slit. He growled feeling how wet she was already. His thumb pressed down on her bundle of nerves earning a gasp from the rosette feeling as if she found Utopia with every passing second in Itachi’s care. He pinched her clit lightly rubbing, pinching, circling, and driving her mad. Screams and moans filled the voided area. “Oh Kami, Itachi, please… stop teasing me.”
“Now, now, I am not even close to be done teasing you yet.” He opened her legs wider plunging two fingers deep into her core wiggling them deep inside of her curling and twisting filling her with insane lust. His mouth inched closer blowing cool air on her nether lips his mouth watered at the delicious site in front of him. His thin lips rubbed against hers until he plunged his tongue deep into her core joining his fingers in making her lose control. Her legs shook uncontrollably as her screams got louder rambling in a fashion where she spoke in tongues.
His mouth nibbled on her bundle of nerves, his wet muscle lapped up the juices escaping from her like a leaky faucet. An orgasm ripped through her, everything went black, and she was seeing stars dance in the sky as she squirted all over Itachi’s hands, chest, and face. The sight was magnificent, the tall raven haired man felt the same. Finally, he unzipped his pants freeing his member from its confines, stroking it with his cherry blossom flavored juices. His eyes rolled back in anticipation. He kissed her passionately as he thrusted deep into her, filling her in such a wonderful way she briefly wondered if anything could ever feel this invigorating.
“Yes” was all she could say as her mouth formed an “O” once he began to stroke himself deeper. He gritted his teeth as his forehead connected with hers, never once did her eyes leave his. It was like they were silently communicating the heights of their pleasured couplings. His hips rolled deeper, stronger as he lifted her legs locking them behind her ears watching his thick length slip in and out of her soaked pink flower. She was mesmerized by the sight, the feeling, the connection. In every touch there was care, hunger, devotion, and love. Nothing has ever been so satisfying, so completing as his touch.
His lips met hers once more, his body inched closer to hers until there was no space between them. He nibbled on her lips as he began to pound deep into her reaching parts the depths of her insides. Her pleasured sobs were music to his ears. “Mmmmm… Itachi…Oooohh… Yes… Kami….. I’m cumming.” The walls here closing in on him an agonizingly tight grip held on to his dick bringing him right over the edge with her as her release poured all over his combining their fluids beautifully.
It took a few moments before Sakura remembered that she was physically still in the tent looking into Itachi’s eyes that were now back to their onyx form. Her breath hitched at their proximity feeling the mess she made in her shorts. She was aroused beyond belief, her body aching to be really touched, devoured, and used for pleasurable gains. Her skin tingled all over at the thought. Itachi caressed her cheek and whispered in her ear. “This is something I cannot give you, until you know you’re mine. I will not have you until I can have all of you because only then will you truly be able to accept all of me.” He got up from his seated position needing to clean up his own mess resulting from their sharingan chamber tease. As he made his exit the piece of parchment he wrote on dropped from his pocket.
Sakura picked up the parchment and read its contents before everything became clearer. She finally knew exactly how the older Uchiha felt for her.
Itachi’s ballad to Sakura
Wherever there’s a waterfalls,
Or waves that crash down on a coast,
I’ll feel you, find you,
I’ll be there the moment when you call
Whenever you feel emptiness,
In need of love or soft caress,
I’ll hold you, hear you,
I’ll give you all of me
So hold on to life
And I’ll be your hero
I’ll be your distant warrior,
I’ll see you through any and every thing
I’ll be the wings that guide you ‘til you touch the sky
Whenever you find yourself in need,
Remember that you do have me,
Transforming, molding,
Becoming the light you seek.
With me you can’t feel loneliness,
You’re nestled here within my chest,
Beating, pumping,
Controlling all of me
So hold on to the light,
And I’ll be your hero,
I’ll be your distant warrior,
I’ll see you through any and every thing,
I’ll be the wings that guide you ‘til you touch the sky,
When you feel there’s too much here to handle
You’ve had enough
Just reach out into my arms and I will be there
Keeping you safe from harm.
So I just need you to
Hold on to life
And I’ll be your hero
I’ll be your distant warrior,
I’ll see you through any and every thing
I’ll be the wings that guide you ‘til you touch the sky
And if you ever feel your cold,
The embers of flames will be,
The passionate embrace you can only find in me.
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Location Unknown
Bright orange eyes looked into the cocoa brown ones in front of her. “Why would you help me? You’d be betraying your village, your friends, everyone around you.” The broken voice of the woman in front her did not allow her to believe she would form an alliance with her cause.
“I have nothing left. There’s no reason for me to stick around.” The brown eyed woman’s voice went from anguished to vicious as she spat out the words that made Yoshe smile triumphantly. “Most of all I want that little pink bitch to go away.”
Yoshe flipped her beautiful plum colored hair and smirked. “Very well then, Lord Oznad will be very pleased with your cooperation.”
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