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Innocence	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 10533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

“-and then Shikamaru pulled some tactics right out of his sleeve, like he always does, you know, and we had that jerk!” Naruto exclaimed. He was sitting in a feet of a hospital bed, legs crossed and opposite of him – Sakura; with back supported on the head of the same bed and a relaxed smile on her face as she patiently listened to Naruto’s babbling, realizing that she couldn’t wish for a better therapy.
“You should have seen it! We were so awesome! I made a bunch of shadow-clones, like Shikamaru told me and we totally outnumbered him and then he got lost in all that and then pervy-sage got to him and BAM,” he threw his hands dramatically in front of him, “I finished him with my Rasengan!”
Her smile only widened as she observed the excited look on her friend’s face. Sakura didn’t even care that he was describing the fight they had with Itachi on the Kazekage rescue mission, because only looking into the blue eyes full of cheery sparkles made her feel significantly better. Her pain was still there, somewhere, but it was more bearable now. She was reconciled with the fact that she would never be able to share her feelings with almost anyone, and honestly, she was happier when no-one knew.
But as far as her memory went, no-one even asked, apparently having Ino’s information that too many questions make Sakura crash. Though she did wish for her blond girl friend to come and visit, because Ino was the only person Sakura could ever imagine to share her burden with.
She was in the hospital for a few days already. She didn’t really want to, but it was the order from Lady Tsunade. Sakura understood that she feared for her as the information about her collapse had reached her.
All of her friends came to visit, all except Ino, sadly. Hinata, Shino and Kiba were there right the next day after she had passed out, followed by Tenten and Rock Lee as they all filled the room with happy smiles and bunch of gifts. Nobody asked about Itachi and every one of them just shared their own adventures. When Shikamaru, Chouji and then to her surprise even Neji turned up, it almost resolved in a small welcoming party, before one of the horrified nurses stormed in and threw everybody out. Well, everybody except Naruto, who didn’t have to come or go, because he practically lived there with her and he just refused to leave.
Kakashi chose his own way to come, when he suddenly appeared by her window in the middle of the night. He hated hospitals and if he was to be seen there during busy working hours, some nurse would probably force him to have a regular every month checkup, which was more or less obligatory for every shinobi, but no-one really mind if they showed up once in a few months, except Kakashi, who hasn’t had his hospital examination for almost two years now. So he simply avoided it and brought Sakura her favorite syrup-coated anko dumplings; food which she could hardly expect being served in a healthy hospital environment; secretly under the cover of darkness.
“You know, we really tried to ask him where he holds you, at first… but then he started yapping in that monotone of his and I kinda lost my patience,” Naruto’s voice returned her back to reality.
“It’s alright. I wasn’t even near the Land of Wind anyway,” she soothed him and took one apple from the huge basket on the nightstand, then began to peel it and let the skin fall into the bowl in her lap.
Naruto’s attention opposite of her visibly raised. “So… where were you?” he asked casually, not trying to sound too persuasive.
Sakura eyed him suspiciously. She knew what he was trying to achieve, though he probably needed to know at least something. Lady Tsunade agreed on keeping everything Sakura wished to keep for herself a secret, the only other people who knew at least the little Sakura shared with the Hokage were Kakashi and Shizune. Everybody else were kept in the dark, which included Naruto. “In the Land of Iron, mostly,” Sakura shrugged, it was harmless information and he deserved it, after all the support he had provided her.
“Yeah, so…”
“Naruto,” she warned him when seeing as he breathed in for more questions.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He chased away his thoughts and instead decided to continue on describing their mission.
“Anyway… when he took him down it turned out that it wasn’t even him… just some dead-body clone or whatever. Shikamaru tried to explain, but you know me,” he grinned and took one half of the peeled apple she handed him. “But you know how it goes, we had to ran again… it was seriously exhausting, but I just had to save Gaara from that damn Akatsuki!” He stuffed the apple inside his mouth. “But when we found them…” his mind trailed off and his face saddened for a moment, before he shook his head and swallowed.
“It was really hard to get inside the hideout, but Lee and the others took care of it and then we smashed in and… hehe, you should see the looks on their faces when they saw pervy-sage with us! Ha! Well, there were only two of them and their faces weren’t actually that visible… but you know what I mean,” he smiled widely. Then with a shadow in his eyes described as some elder named Chyio revived Gaara and then died herself, while the two Akatsuki members took the slip, not wanting to engage in a fight with so many leaf shinobi and one of the Legendary Sannin as a bonus.
“I’m glad it ended well,” Sakura smiled too and despite it was a true, genuine smile, she couldn’t suppress that painful tug in her chest, reminding her where exactly all her sorrow lied. Yes, she might look alright, laughing at Naruto’s jokes, but deep down she knew that the hurt wouldn’t just go away, not like she ever expected it to. So she did the most logical thing she could come up with – she learned how to breathe with needles stuck in her belly, hoping that one day she may wake up and realize that the piercing feeling simply disappeared.
Silent knock on the door made the two occupants turn their curious faces towards the entrance.
“Hey, Sakura… Naruto.” Ino added when seeing the Uzumaki hurricane sitting on the pinkette’s bed.
Sakura’s face visibly lightened. “Ino, you’ve come.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t show up earlier… I was kinda… busy.” It was clear she lied, but judging by the shy and hesitant approach, Sakura understood how hard it probably was for her friend to even look into her empty jade eyes, after what had happened a few days ago.
Although Naruto wasn’t the brightest of all, when it came to situations like this, he knew when to draw back. So with a rather awkward excuse and an odd grin, he abandoned the room, leaving the two girls to talk in private. Sakura immediately realized that with Naruto gone, the pleasant soothing warmth in her chest disappeared too.
Ino took the opportunity and stepped closer to Sakura’s bed, placing the chocolate she brought her as a gift on the nightstand.
“I swear if you’re trying to get me fat…” Sakura joked around, trying to ease the situation, but seeing the sheepish smile on Ino’s lips she let it go. Instead she gave her friend the answer on her unspoken question. “He didn’t rape me, Ino.” Sakura whispered, tightly observing her friend’s reaction.
Ino’s baby blue eyes narrowed, taking in the information. Her mouth opened as the girl was struggling to find the right words, but no voice came out, so Sakura continued.
“Do you remember that one time you’ve told me you wish for some boy to start looking at you like at a true woman?” She asked and gently observed as Ino slightly frowned, thinking.
Then she nodded. “Yes.”
Sakura wavered with a sigh, there wasn’t really point in trying to step back when she was already decided. “He had that look,” she murmured and seeing Ino’s eyes widen in indescribable mixture of surprise and disbelief she chose to specify her statement. “Itachi… the way he looked at me. It was scary, but not because he was acting violent, but because he was…” biting on her lip she struggled to find the right word, “…kind.”
Despite staying relatively calm Sakura could see the storm in her friend’s face. It was something about the hospital environment that made everyone act restricted, or maybe Ino’s fear that if she was to rise her voice, it would hurt the tiny looking girl inside the bed. “What do you mean by that?” Her voice was about to come out with an undeniable amount of poison, but thanks to the low volume it was a mere whisper.
But what did she? Hell, how did Ino expect Sakura to explain something she herself couldn’t began to understand properly? Though she tried nevertheless. “I mean… I wasn’t really prepared to face someone like him, it’s really hard to explain. He just made me… he made me feel… like a woman? I guess. Though it does sound strange when I say it out loud.” She chuckled nervously.
Ino grimaced, something between pain and amusement. “Yeah. It does.” Then she fell mute, looking around the room, deciding whether she really wants to continue the conversation. “So you say he was kind?” Ino muttered after a while.
“Yeah.” Sakura nodded absently. “He was kinda distant and cold at first, but then some things happened… and… and he suddenly looked at me differently,” she shrugged like the process of falling in love with a wanted man was the most natural thing ever.
Ino shot her a glare. “What things?”
“You really are going to make me say it?”
As a response she got a simple teasing smirk.
“Hah, fine… I slept with him. And I wanted it…” Sakura growled in defeat, but deep inside happy that she finally had the chance to tell that to someone who would hopefully understand.
First there was a disgust, a lot of it. But then the face of her friend gradually melted as she was trying to gather all the information and empathize. Finally her features returned almost to normal and presenting Sakura with a peculiar question, she became the same Ino as always. “Was it… was it at least good?”
Sakura mildly gasped. That wasn’t something she would have expected. Not like she didn’t want to talk about it. “Gosh… good? I don’t know. Good doesn’t even cease to describe it. He was so… mature.” She bit on her lip, her thoughts running wild for a moment.
“Yeah, I guess he is quite handsome when you don’t think about all the villain and stuff…” Ino admitted hesitantly. “But Sakura… What about that mission of his? I mean, you said he wanted you to become a spy and from what you just told me, it seems like… um, like he kinda succeeded,” Ino hinted, not so carefully.
“I guess you’re right about that, but it’s not how it looks.” And there was it, the lie came to life again. “He may have succeeded in some ways, but… but I would never betray my village, not for him,” she stated firmly, squeezing as much truth from her thoughts as she could muster. Because, wasn’t she betraying the village by not telling the whole truth already?
“I think I can believe that,” Ino gave her a weak smile. “But I’m still worried about you, Sakura. He used you, despite everything… and moreover… what if you’re…” Her eyes strolled slowly on Sakura’s belly.
“I’m not pregnant, jeez. Do you think I’m that stupid?” she barked, a little irked from Ino’s statement about Itachi using her. She couldn’t blame her friend, this was how her relationship with him was supposed to look, but all their worried looks and annoying questions brought her an uneasy thoughts about him as well. Sakura inwardly caught herself doubting, which was the last thing she would want or need.
“Well, you’re only lucky to be a medic, if you didn’t know that special sealing jutsu you’d be done for! Tsch… not like he would actually care, right? I bet he would even be happy to make you a little Uchiha bastard,” Ino ranted and Sakura immediately felt a huge wave of rage in her stomach.
She wanted to scream, that he cares! Itachi cares! But she suddenly wasn’t so sure herself. He never said anything. He gave her all the gentle looks, but he also acted distant when the situation was fitting. And she found herself gritting her teeth under a pressure of mixed emotions.
What if…
What if he had lied to her all the time? What if he had tricked her? What if he wasn’t going to return? What if she was just going to stay waiting here in Konoha with her damaged heart forever?
Sakura felt her cheeks burn and her stomach explode and all she could do was to turn her crying face away from Ino’s shocked eyes.
“Oh, Sakura… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Damn it. I shouldn’t have said anything… it was stupid… please… just…”
“Go away, Ino,” was all Sakura croaked among her sobs. The blonde girl would normally snap at her, get angry, and tell her what she really thinks. But not now… not when all she could do was be baffled of how much hate resonated in Sakura’s soft voice. Who was this girl?
“Uhm… just get better soon.” Ino whispered and it was clear that there was more behind her words than only a simple good health wish.
And Sakura was left alone, again.
Drowning herself in her thoughts she hardly even noticed Naruto being gone for longer than usual. Though she didn’t care about the whereabouts of her friend, because she already knew that if he was to come back too soon, she would have to answer all his questions. Mainly about her tears which she simply couldn’t stop.
As much as she wished to, there was nothing and no-one who would be able to answer her own questions. Nobody could understand her situation, nobody knew about the storm in her head. The bickering among her common sense telling her that Itachi was just the cold blooded criminal who indeed used her and her own heart that in a desperate need to protect her feelings kept running away from the vision of reality back into the dreamy world full of sweet words and gentle touches.
But where was the truth really? Who was the person who could reveal it? Itachi? No. If he was to come back and she would merely look upon him, everything which he would say after that would be automatically considered trustworthy. Even the sound of his voice would pull her back into the pleasant fuzz. It would all be so easy. And she wished for nothing else but for her life to be easy again. But being pulled back into the darkness would eventually made her insane. She couldn’t let herself be drawn to that man. Now when the bright light of reality showed her everything. Now when Sakura already knew how much damage had Itachi actually caused.
Did he knew? Did he planned it? Wasn’t there any other way to get Sasuke back? Did Itachi really need her so much and yet he could not tell her the whole truth? Who was she to him? A tool? And how exactly she could be sure that he didn’t simply lie to her?
Though then again… if he only wanted to make her a spy, why would he came up with such an easy lie in the end? It didn’t make any sense. Nothing about him made sense and Sakura caught herself wishing to just forget about everything and continue to live her life like nothing had ever happened.
Such a beautiful vision. But the future held a completely different plan for her… to live in fear. Fear of Itachi actually coming back and enveloping her into the mysterious fog which followed him. Was it because she was so weak or did every Uchiha held this surreal power of control over everyone? She couldn’t tell, but she sure felt cursed… cursed with loving that cold onyx stare. The one which would never love her back.
There is was… all over again. That pain. Clawing up to the surface in a form of unstoppable cries. And after the sorrow came rage. Sakura quickly grabbed a pillow and burying her face deep inside the soft material she muffled her wrathful scream.
“I hate you! Hate all of you Uchihas!” With a single shriek all the strength left her and she ended up tearing sadly into the pillow once again. Soft pink hair spread around her head and tiny shoulders shaking under her sobs.
Why did you do this to me… why Itachi?
Head full of confused feelings and heart aching she let her mind drift away.

A firm knock on the door made her whole body twitch. With a gasp she opened her tired eyes, realizing that she had probably fallen asleep. The room was already gloomy and after she blinked and looked around, Sakura realized that also still completely empty. Dark and barren, just like her soul.
Without another warning the door slid open.
“Hello Sakura, how are you feeling?” Strong voice of her mentor made the tiny girl turn her drowsy and shocked look towards the entrance.
“Lady Tsunade.” Sakura let her eyes humbly drift back into the white sheets. The unexpected visit of Hokage was not very pleasant when she couldn’t prepare herself properly. Her room was a mess, her hair was a mess and her head… well, the word mess wouldn’t even cease to describe it.
Tsunade glanced around, probably not as surprised by the state of Sakura’s room as the girl thought. Then her eagle eyes fell upon the petite figure inside the bed. A single look of a skilled medic was enough to reveal that Sakura’s mind was probably the same lost cause like a few days ago, but her body recovered well. “Dress yourself, I need you to go somewhere with me.” Tsunade ordered sternly, then left the room again, waiting for Sakura to join her outside.
There was left no room for questions. Sakura understood that. The Hogake was a busy woman and she probably cut too much of her time to even go and pay a short visit to her young apprentice. Let alone take her somewhere. Although Sakura had no clue about the intentions of her teacher, she couldn’t afford to hesitate. Without further wavering she dressed herself properly, just as she had been told to, and stepped out of her room. Already expecting Lady Tsunade to be waiting for her there.
“There is someone I want you to talk to. It might not be the best person, but she may give you some answers… or maybe a different point of view on the situation. I’m not really sure, but it’s the only thing I could come up with, so you have to bear with me,” Tsunade mused aloud while proceeding to walk through the hospital corridors. Sakura followed her without uttering a word. She was still a little sleepy but she felt more tired from the excess of rest than an actual exhaustion. Maybe she just missed some fresh air, but it seemed that Lady Tsunade didn’t really plan to take her for a stroll outside.
After they had walked through several doors, turned a few times and then went down two floors, Sakura started to have a bad feeling. She knew this part of a hospital, no-one really liked to go here if it wasn’t completely necessary, that including the pinkette. Not because the personal would be too lazy, but because they were scared. This particular part of hospital was a place designed to hold down a badly injured prisoners. Underground floor full of sealing formulas and always alert shinobi who guarded usually one or two rouge ninjas caught in the net of Konoha ANBU. After the criminals recovered they have been immediately shipped to a proper prison, but until their state was incompatible with tough jail environment, they were kept here, and treated.
Sakura waited before they passed the guards and then finally breathed in for some concerned questions, but got interrupted by Tsunade’s strict glare and an iron tone of her voice. “Her name is Nikui and she has been the reason the Uchiha’s plan worked so well. This girl has a unique ability to transform into any person she touches and she had been impersonating you for several days after you had been taken.”
Sakura couldn’t hold down a startled gasp. Itachi had never mentioned an accomplice. A painful stab of jealousy went thought her chest. Was that really the first thing which came to her mind? Was Itachi involving himself with this girl really the first thing which appeared in her head after what her teacher just told her? Apparently yes and Sakura shamefully bit on her lip and drifted her eyes away from the busty lady. Rather burying her queries than actually expressing them.
“We’ve already interrogated her properly, she had not came into contact with any member of your family and she had not caused any problems or hadn’t hurt any of your friends,” Tsunade cleared out, probably considering those information relevant to Sakura. They were, just not as relevant as other things, which luckily stayed hidden under her angry blush which could be interpreted as anything from slight offense to utter wrath.
“She is currently harmless, so I will give you some time alone with that girl. Her feelings for Itachi has been used against her just as yours and I assume your situations are somewhat similar. Maybe she can give you answers which you could hardly gain on your own,” Tsunade hinted and her steel voice gradually turned into a whisper. Her intentions were clear now to Sakura, Tsunade wanted to shed bad light at Itachi, helping her apprentice to overcome the consuming feeling of attraction towards her captor. And so far she was actually doing an outstanding job. “Are you ready?” Tsunade asked and placed her hand on the door handle.
While gritting her teeth, Sakura nodded. Holding her breath and pushing the fear of what she’d learn to the side. The truth might as well lie right here under her nose and she would be a fool not to grab the opportunity.
“Good luck,” with those last words Tsunade finally opened the door and Sakura stepped inside the room without any further hesitation.
The place was mostly dark and more than a hospital accommodation it reminded her of a prison cell, though it could hardly be a surprise. These parts of hospital weren’t for Konoha’s ordinary patients.
A soft chuckle reached her ears before Sakura managed to focus her narrowed eyes on the single bed by the opposite wall. “Oh look who’s here… it’s you,” her voice was slightly cracked, but otherwise very girly and also significantly tired.
Sakura stepped further inside, not waiting for an invitation. “Um… hi. My name is…”
“I know your name, little girl, I was you. Didn’t they tell you?”
Only now was Sakura able to actually see the other girl. She honestly had no idea what to expect, but if she was anticipating to find someone slightly similar as herself, or maybe someone completely same, she was left disappointed. Nikui looked just as any other normal girl. Fair skin, dull chestnut hair and empty grayish eyes. She wasn’t particularly beautiful, but held a strange aura of confidence and… insanity? If that could be considered a visual feature; Sakura couldn’t really come up with a better characterization of the curve of the girl’s pale lips which was trying to look like a genuine smile.
“They did,” Sakura answered the previous question and dared to step even closer, partly expecting the girl to start talking on her own.
And she indeed did. “So you’re back here… interesting. I guess that means Itachi isn’t coming back for me?” Nikui shot her a short lived frown, but it disappeared under a cover of sorrow.
Sakura held back her displeased grin. “Did he promise to come back?” As much as she hated the girl she also pitied her.
“Hah, not really no. Sadly,” Nikui admitted truthfully, then let out very silent mumble. “I wish I could see him one last time though…”
It made Sakura raise her guard. The girl might look completely different, but her eyes held the same blank look Sakura suspected to have herself. “You care for him?” the pinkette muttered under her breath.
Nikui snorted sarcastically, shooting her an angry glare. “Tsch… no! I couldn’t care about that man even if I could. After everything… he’s too dangerous to be cared for,” she exclaimed, but only a slight raise of her voice took away too much strength, which Nikui obviously lacked after the rough interrogation. So she continued with a very silent whisper which made Sakura’s skin crawl. “Itachi Uchiha… he’s like a demon lurking in the shadows, waiting for you to show weakness before he grabs you with that pure essence of power. Gah. It’s so beautifully scary… don’t you think, little girl?” she grinned wildly and looked upon Sakura from under her long black lashes.
Her jade eyes widened. Partly in fear and partly in unpleasant realization – if she wouldn’t do just something with herself she’d eventually end up the same – broken and mad. Waiting for a man who probably didn’t even care and only used his influence to manipulate her. “I-I don’t know, maybe…” Sakura stuttered.
Psychotic giggle clawed harshly through the skinny throat. “So I see, he made you addicted as well. No real surprise if you ask me. There isn’t a woman strong enough to resist him, not that I know of.” Nikui’s smirk was followed by a dreamy stare, directed somewhere beyond Sakura’s shoulder.
Sakura briefly glanced around, knowing that there wasn’t anyone with them, but in that moment her impulses were stronger as her mind was focusing itself on every single twitch in the other girl’s face. “You said you don’t care about him.”
“And I don’t…” Nikui spat wrathfully. “What I feel for him is much stronger, much darker, little girl. It’s all his fault, I wonder if he knows how obsessed he made me. All that fear and sensation… the waiting for his voice, for his stare. Overwhelming darkness,” she sighed and closed her eyes with pleasure. For a moment her face relaxed before the exhaustion returned and Nikui continued with her monologue. “Are you scared, little girl? I see that you are. You should be. There is nothing good about what you feel, it will only destroy you. Itachi Uchiha will destroy you. Don’t submit to that craving, little girl, don’t let him pull you… he will never give you what you desire, he will never give you the attention. He will make you wait, he will force you to expect… to long for him. A single touch… and then… he will never give you anything.” Her mind trailed off.
But as much as Nikui thought that she has just given Sakura the best advice under the sun, the slight shine of a smile in Sakura’s face wasn’t caused by the unwanted life lesson, but a whole other understanding. “S-so you… you two… weren’t…” Sakura gasped hopelessly, stepping on her own tongue in the process.
“What?” Nikui narrowed her eyes dangerously, measuring the petite creature in front of her bed.
“L-lovers?” Sakura finally breathed out.
Another mad laugh. “Ha! Are you crazy? Itachi Uchiha would never touch a human being… he’s a creature out of this world. Calm and dark. He would never look upon someone so ordinary like the two of us. No. I wish he would, though… if just for a moment. I wonder if his skin is as cold as his eyes, if his breath is as freezing as his voice. I guess I’ll never know…”
With every other word leaving those colorless lips Sakura felt a new strange sparkle igniting a warm feeling inside her. As strange as it was, she found herself feeling somehow special. She obviously had everything which Nikui could only dream of. All the soft touches, gentle kisses, all Itachi’s attention.
No! He’s nothing like that! He’s not cold, he’s not distant and he’s definitely no demon! Sudden realization came to her and Sakura felt as if the two girls met a completely different man. “Why did you help him then?” With a newly gained confidence she placed a rather innocent question. But she needed to know. This girl might have been crazy even before they had abused her brain during interrogation or before her perverted eyes even fell upon Itachi.
Nikui nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a good question. Maybe I was curious… how far he can pull me, how long he can remain motionless when everything around him is reeling. Maybe he caught me. Like a predator… and maybe I enjoyed being his prey.” She bit on her lower lip, obviously holding down a moan, “oh yes. I did enjoy that…” in which she eventually failed.
Oh yes, she was definitely crazy!
When Sakura remained silent, hiding away her happy smirk, Nikui chose to continue once more. “Sometimes I wish I would have killed you… and your pitiful family. Then I could die in peace, by his hand… I would die and know how the touch of Itachi Uchiha feels. He was so obsessed with you that he would probably killed me even if I only thought about hurting you, little girl.”
What was that? Was Nikui really jealous? The girl pierced Sakura with lethal stare, but as every one of her other emotions even this one was short-lived; a mere flicker inside Nikui’s vacant eyes. Sakura couldn’t possibly consider any of those threats real.
Now Sakura couldn’t hold it anymore and chucked softly. The overwhelming sensation of relief consuming her mind. As insane as she felt, sharing this moment with someone who was probably the last person suitable to put her trust to, she was calm now. Itachi actually did care for her. It might be twisted and depraved in some ways, but she wasn’t just another tool for him. He actually needed her and she apparently awoken some unknown urges which he hadn’t shown to anyone before. Or at least not to this pitiful nutty woman. It might not be love, it might not be the soft touch of romance she wished for, but it was something, it was craving which he couldn’t stop. Sakura was special to him, and he hadn’t lied when he had told her about his plan to save Sasuke. She was not mistaken to put her heart into his hands and she would now wait for him to come back for her. How little was enough to heal a broken soul…
With her mind clouded by the fog of insanity, she left the hospital cell, not spending another word to the baffled girl on the dirty bed.
Although despite all, Sakura had to grant Nikui one thing… the girl was right when she had said Itachi would destroy her. Because Sakura was doomed. Forever. And she loved it. She loved him, with all the might left in her. Sakura finally knew that as much as she loved Sasuke, she had also fell for his older brother. It wasn’t some illusion created by her helpless mind, it was as cruel faith as it was real. Sadistic love which is soon going to eat her alive. Itachi’s darkness will consume her and she will gladly let it.
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