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An Unlikely Seduction	By : Mihkail Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 10876 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The rain had stopped. The air was still cool and damp, but not enough to chill. Birds chirped excitedly and flitted about in the garden, feathers glistening with flecks of water under breaking beams of sunlight that poked through the dense clouds. But that wasn't what woke him. Their noises were too pleasant and common to disturb. It was something else.
Save for the soft, deep breaths that puffed rhythmically against him, and the pattering of remaining water drops falling from the leaves outside, it was silent in the tearoom. It was more of a feeling that had woken him, than a sound. A tingling sensation that reverberating through his nerves lightly, enough to stir him. A sixth sense, so to speak. He often experienced this when something was about to happen...some sort of change approaching like a building wave ready to crash down onto the shore.
And he knew exactly what was approaching, yet he waited. Calm, dark eyes stared at the ceiling above, motionless as he trained his senses on the very air around him, and the sleeping, naked girl draped over his chest. There were no thoughts tracing through his mind, no anxieties, no regrets, nothing... He was purely in the moment. Waiting patiently for the inevitable.
Then, he felt it. A shift in the air, a quiet tap in the distance of a shutting door, and the faintest rustle of fabric that even most shinobi wouldn't have been able to detect.
Itachi came to life, motions a mere blur as he rose from the wooden floor, cradled the oblivious girl in his arms, and dashed from the tearoom, down the hall, and into the bathroom.
Vibrant green eyes cracked open to peer up at him in hazy confusion as he set her down into the cool and large tub, blinking groggily through messy strands of pink. A sudden spray of water from above startled her, and she gave a shocked and displeased yelp. Her surprise only mounted when she felt a hand cover her mouth, and she looked up into eyes that were somehow soft, yet stern at the same time, demanding silence from her.
Sakura didn't know what to think. One moment she was in a dead sleep, dreaming of things that didn't make a lick of sense...and then, she found herself snapping back into reality as gravity shifted multiple times, and she fell from a warm clutch onto something hard and smooth. And then the cold water...
Despite the conflicting emotions that wrestled around inside her, she kept her mouth shut. Not that she had much of a choice, as Itachi's hand was still covering her lips. But it was the look on his face that made her pause, and absorb the data of her surroundings to try and understand what the hell was going on. His was a look of concentration, seriousness, and perhaps a bit of curiosity as he crouched down and leaned against the side of the tub. His chin fell to his forearm, resting over the rim next to her.
As she watched him in mute, tense perplexity, she judged him to be listening for something as he spaced out at the wall, and trained her ears to try to find what he was focusing on. She couldn't hear anything... Just the chilly rush of water beating over her. It was slowly heating up...but not fast enough to ward off the goosebumps that were spreading all over her.
She glanced down, realizing all of a sudden that she was still completely naked, and before she could even think twice, she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs as a nervousness slithered through her. Hiding as much of herself as she could from him. It was more of an instinct that anything. He'd already seen and touched every inch of her, and he wasn't even looking at her right then, but she couldn't help it. She wasn't used to being so bare in front of someone else.
Eventually, his hand slipped away from her mouth, and she saw him rise and turn towards the bathroom door. Lips parting curiously as she watched him, her eyes roamed from the ponytail hanging between his pale shoulder blades, down his back, and over the curve of his ass. Of course, she then immediately looked away and blushed uncontrollably. So...he was still nude, too. Wow. She felt awkward. Really, really awkward. Not awkward enough that she could stop herself from peeking at him again, but, still...
But her blush was short-lived, as the sound of footsteps coming down the hall toward them finally reached her ears, and the color drained from her face. Wide, panicked eyes looked up at him for an explanation, but his face was turned toward the door.
They drew closer and closer, set at a leisure pace with each step louder than the last. A door separated them. A simple, flimsy door. But no one was going to open it... Not with the sounds of running water on the other side. Still, she waited silently, stiffly, concentrating so hard on the bathroom door that she didn't even notice the water was warm now.
The footsteps shifted in front of them, leaving Sakura's pulse to lodge uncomfortably in her throat. Someone was there. Right on the other side. Inches away. And then, they wandered past the bathroom and continued on down the hall, without skipping a beat.
She exhaled audibly, releasing a gulp of air she hadn't even known she was trapping in her lungs.
"Is that your mom?" She asked in a whisper. It wouldn't be their dad, would it? Wasn't he working? Sakura didn't know much about their family, but it was no secret their father was chief of Konoha's Military Police. She'd seen him around before, with his flak jacket that had the symbol of the Uchiha crest imbedded within a black shuriken. All she knew was that he had a similar aura to Itachi. Not a man she wanted to mess with...
A hand slapped over her mouth again promptly, and she jumped in surprise and annoyance. Itachi was still facing the door, listening intently, and he kept his hand there while she glared lightly at the back of his head.
Come on...it's not like anyone was going to hear her now, and she wasn't stupid enough to raise her voice.
Yet she let him continue to silence her, and it was just as well, as not even two seconds later she heard approaching footsteps again, coming from the opposite direction. They had come back? Sakura watched the blank door curiously at first, but when the sound stopped this time on the other side of it, she felt her pulse pick up its pace again.
"Nii-san?"
Sakura froze at the hauntingly familiar voice. A coldness in the pit of her stomach formed and spread slowly outward, invading her limbs like veins of ice. Pure terror and disbelief etched into her face, and she was unable to move as the now hot water rolled down the strips of pink plastered to her forehead, past wide, quivering jade eyes.
No... This wasn't possible. Why was he here? He wasn't supposed to be here!
The tall and muscular form drifted closer to her as Itachi backed up slowly, and sat on the edge of the tub close to the shower head. His hand had once more left her mouth, and rested on his pale knee. She broke her stare to glance up at him, trapped in a painful suspense with her heart assaulting her ribcage and her fists clenched with white knuckles around her knees.
He was different... His face was just as calm as it had always been. As if she wasn't in there with him. As if she'd never even shown up on their front porch in the first place. His eyes, half-lidded, lazy and dark, ignored the intense look she was giving him. A look that very well could have made any other person in Konoha unable to relax.
"Yes, Sasuke?"
His words, as indifferent as the rest of him, made her somehow agitated beyond belief, and yet she admired him at the same time. How could he be so cool in a situation like this? This was terrible! Didn't he realize how much trouble they were in?!
"We're still training today, right?" There was a note of skepticism there, and perhaps a bit of cynicism, too. A slight undertone of negativity in the otherwise respectful tone of voice, almost as if he was used to being shot down, or something.
"Yes." Itachi answered immediately.
The gaze that spelled nothing but fear faltered then, as something clicked. If the look she had been giving him was intense before, it was nothing short of abrasive now.
"I never said he was coming back. I said he wasn't home right now. Sasuke won't return for a few days. He's on a mission." That's what he had said to her, only hours ago. If it had even been hours... She didn't know what time of day it was.
So... Had it not been true?
Her eyes narrowed as a poisonous anger seeped into her, mingling with her anxiety to produce an overwhelming cocktail of unpleasant emotions that made her feel the first throb of a headache, and the churn of a queasy stomach.
"Hn. I don't know why you're showering then. You're just going to get sweaty...and muddy." A soft rustle followed, before the younger man's steps wandered on down the hall, leaving the two to sit in silence for a minute.
"...You lied...?" Sakura whispered, yet the burning resentment she felt was unable to manifest in her voice. Her question was soft and unsure, as though she found it difficult to believe he would do that to her.
Yet, how could she predict anything he would do or say? She didn't know him... Hell, the most she knew, truly knew, was the shape and feel of his body. Everything on the inside was lost in seamless shadows. In the short amount of time she'd spent with him, he seemed to be a complete master of control. Nothing slipped past him, unlike her. She was quick to let her emotions get in the way, and even quicker to cause a scene.
When she looked at him, she couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever raised his voice even once in his life.
"Yes." He admitted without remorse, turning slightly so he could look her in the eye.
It was a little more than unnerving to stare him down then, yet she held his gaze firmly. He didn't look guilty. He didn't sound guilty. He didn't regret a damn thing, did he? It was infuriating. How could he risk both of their necks like that? What if Sasuke had come home earlier?
Sakura was at a loss for words, too stunned to know how to react to him. She knew what she wanted to do. She wanted to pummel him into the ground until he begged for forgiveness...but that was never going to happen. He was too strong. But aside from that...there was something else about him that made her hesitate. Something in his unyielding confidence, and unbelievably cool nature. He knew so much more than she did, didn't he? So much more about anything and everything, including herself. She could sense that...and she had no idea how to confront someone like him.
She glanced down finally, brows knitting in confusion and frustration. She couldn't yell at him. He wouldn't care.
"What else did you lie about?" Swallowing quietly, her question was accusing as she glared at the wall.
"Nothing."
Sakura looked back up at him as he stood and climbed into the tub without any further explanation. He was so curt with his responses that it took her more effort than it normally would to open her mouth. Not one to back down from anyone too easily, needless to say, she found herself second guessing everything that she wanted to blurt, and it drove her crazy.
So, she did nothing for a while but watch him. It was easy with his back turned to her. He had pulled the tie from his hair and let it fan over his back as he stepped under the shower head. Shoulders slouching as he relaxed, he leaned his forehead against the wall and closed his eyes, letting the water cascade over him.
The problem was, as she sat there brooding and leaning against the opposite end of the tub, her eyes were left to wander again...and wander they did. How could they not? He was right in front of her, and to say he was a sight for sore eyes would be an understatement. They lingered around his back and shoulders, tracing the lean curves of muscle.
It did nothing to cure her anger, though. On the contrary, it made everything worse. For though she couldn't complain about the view he was giving her, this was hardly the time to enjoy him in any way shape or form. He was an asshole. He'd tricked her and used her, in her mind, and he could have gotten them both in serious trouble. Worst of all, he wasn't even sorry!
No, he didn't deserve the appreciative gaze she was unable to tear away from him. Nor did he deserve the respect or admiration she still, somehow, secretly felt for him.
He deserved a punch to the gut, in the very least.
Itachi turned around suddenly, shocking her with an entirely different view that she hadn't been expecting. Her eyes, ironically, landed immediately on the very thing she had wanted to avoid looking at in the first place, and then flew up to his eyes to escape it...which only made her turn a bright red, once she found him staring right back down at her.
Glancing sideways, she chewed on her bottom lip and scowled.
"You can't sit there forever." He murmured, and tossed a bottle of shampoo at her.
Sakura caught it just before it would have smacked her in the face, and glared up at him.
"Why aren't you using it?" She growled quietly, noting that he hadn't bothered with any soap either.
"Because I'm about to get sweaty...and muddy." He answered as he leaned his back against the wall and closed his eyes a second time. Either he really enjoyed standing under the stream of water, or he was being polite by keeping his eyes off her, and making it more comfortable for her to be stuck in there with him. Regardless, it made her breathe a small sigh of relief. Well, it was more a sigh of pent up agitation, but there was some relief in there too.
Reluctantly, she climbed to her feet, watching his eyelids warily. Yes, it was silly of her to want to be modest now, looking at it from a logical standpoint... But right now, Sakura was having a hard time thinking logically. This whole day had turned her upside down and inside out, and it wasn't even halfway through. When she woke up this morning, she wasn't even entirely sure what a penis looked like... And heaven forbid she'd ever have to say that word out loud. Just thinking about it made her blush some more.
Looking down after a moment, she turned her back to him just to feel safe, and massaged some of the floral-scented shampoo into her short hair. As she breathed it in, Sasuke instantly came to mind. He used this... She recalled getting close enough to him a couple times to catch the vague scent.
A deep regret clenched her insides suddenly. She felt somehow that she had done something horrible to him. There she was, hiding from him in his own house, taking a shower—albeit unwillingly—with his older brother...and using his shampoo... She was the scum of the earth.
In the back of her mind, she knew she was being illogical again. None of this had been planned, or wanted in the first place. She'd come there to see him. And even so...it's not like he wanted anything to do with her, did he? But it was just one of those things she couldn't shake. She felt like a liar and a traitor.
If she couldn't successfully sneak out of their house without running into him, she didn't know what she would do. What if she rounded a corner and he was right there in front of her? What would she say to him? Could she even find a believable enough lie, or a worthy excuse to be there? What would Itachi do?
She wanted to slam her fists into the wall and cry in despair, but she didn't. She couldn't. All she could do was turn back around and rinse the shampoo out of her hair. One baby step at a time...that's how she would figure this out.
He was still standing there, leaning under the shower head as content as ever, yet his eyes were already open and on her when she looked up, fingers tangled into the mass of foamy pink.
It was too late to cover herself, so she simply stared right back at him, trying to act as if it didn't bother her in the slightest to be naked in front of him.
"You're in the way..." She peeped quietly, then promptly cleared her throat to try and rid herself of the lump that made it difficult to speak.
Without a word, he moved towards her. Sakura held her breath—something she clearly had a bad habit of doing every time she was afraid or startled—and looked away from him. He brushed against her lightly, moving past so they could switch positions.
Facing away from him, she concentrated on finishing as quickly as possible. The sooner she could get out of the shower, the better.
Letting her eyes slip closed, she scrubbed and squeezed the shampoo out, ignoring the faint sounds of movement behind her. He was doing something. She didn't know what, and honestly she didn't really care.
Until she felt something touch her.
Her eyes flew open to stare at the blank slate in front of her, freezing mid-motion as a pair of hands, coated in soap, with one still clutching the bar, slipped around her waist. Mouth parting in wonder, she could say nothing at first. They were warm and slick, moving over her hips and up her sides slowly, and then around to her back.
Sakura forced herself to breathe steadily, and held still as she focused on his touch, and tried to understand his motive. There hadn't been a single sign of lust since they entered the bathroom. He had been just as stoic as when he had opened the door on her that morning, and had met all her questions with the shortest possible answers...and had been entirely emotionless doing so. Why were his hands roaming over her now...?
Smoothing up her shoulders, they rubbed over her arms, guiding her hands away from her hair and down against her sides, leaving a trail of lather wherever they went.
"What are you doing?" She whispered warily, having trouble deciding whether or not she should push him away.
The path his hands took gave her his only response, as they moved from her forearms back to her waist, and up to her bare chest.
Sakura gasped as he cupped her breasts, massaging them gently as the bar of soap fell from his hand and clattered to the floor.
"Stop... I don't need your h—"
As she tried to pull away from him, his grip tightened slightly, causing her to pause and interrupting her protest. She felt his chest press into her back while he fingers kneaded and roamed over her, and his lips moved close to tickle the shell of her ear.
He absorbed her. Taking in every detail as easily as he had done earlier. The way she tried to resist, but only barely. She was too quick to give in, and let him have his way. And it wasn't because she was afraid. She was, a little...but that's not why she stopped. She stopped because she didn't want him to stop... She wanted him to think she was trying to get away, and that she wanted nothing to do with him, but it was a lie.
And that's why he had lied to her.
They were no different, really. Each lying and playing the game in their own way to get what they wanted. She might have been upset at him for telling her Sasuke wasn't coming back, when it wasn't true... But what good would telling her the truth have done? She still wanted him. If she didn't, her body wouldn't have reacted so easily and quickly to his touch. Not then, and not now. Telling her the truth would have just made it impossible for her to relax.
He had only just begun, and already he could feel the heat dance over her skin, and her pulse beat against him. Her breaths came quicker, even as she tried to control them. She told him to stop, but only once the faintest shudder darted down her spine.
If she really wanted nothing to do with him...if she had really wanted him to stop...he would. But she didn't.
Fingertips teasing over her stiff buds, he heard her sigh softly and lean into him. The water had washed most of the soap away already, and he nipped at her ear playfully, pressing his length into the slope of her ass as it throbbed to life.
"This is wrong." He heard her breathe desperately, and ignored her as he slipped one of his hands slowly down her belly to the juncture of her legs. Her hand gripped his forearm tensely, as if she meant to stop him...and yet she didn't even try to pull him away as his fingers disappeared between her lips.
"Itachi, please..."A moan broke from her as she trembled lightly, letting him play with her clit despite her contradicting words. He kept himself from laughing, but was unable to hide his smile as he dipped to gently bite her shoulder, at the same time burying his fingers deep inside her.
"Niiiii-san..." Sasuke's voice caused her to jump in surprise and panic, but Itachi held her still, his eyes casting a cryptic glance to their door as he remained latched to her shoulder.
There was something curious in the way he spoke this time, and not just with the prolonged enunciation of the word. There was something teasing about it...as if he had learned something that amused him.
"What happened to the tearoom?" He continued when his older brother failed to speak.
Sakura's mind fell blank as her terror reignited. She was panting, unable to pull herself free as Itachi kept his fingers busy inside her, tormenting her into madness. Another moan was building inside her, clawing its way up her throat to freedom, but she bit her own tongue to distract herself. If she made a sound, it was all over... Why didn't he understand that?!
"What do you mean?" Itachi hummed in return, sounding almost bored.
He was such a convincing liar... Sakura envied and despised him for that. Especially now, when he found it so easy and fun to torment her while she clamored to keep her composure.
How she wished she could beat the crap out of him...
"The doors are open, your robe is on the floor, and it smells funny."
Itachi considered his explanation for a moment, while successfully maintaining half his concentration on the girl wrapped in his arms. She twitched and arched against him, breathing so heavily at that point that he wouldn't be surprised if Sasuke did hear her, and yet he couldn't stop. Maybe it was a little sadistic, but he just couldn't.
"I'll clean it up." He answered finally, leaving nothing suspicious or interesting in his tone of voice. He returned his full attention to her, kissing from her shoulder to her neck, and slipped his other hand over her mouth to try and stifle the noise.
"There's also a yukata under your robe...and two tea cups..." Sasuke persisted, not buying his nonchalant replies.
Sakura wanted to die. This was the beginning of her worst nightmare coming true. He had found evidence of her being there, and now while he was a mere few feet away from them, she was about to lose her grip and cry out as Itachi dug into a certain sweet spot inside of her. Even with his hand covering her, there's no way it would be enough to drown her out.
She felt his lips pause against her, and his fingers retreated to a slower pace, though still they refused to leave her. Turning his head slowly, he stared at the door, considering his options.
"Hn... There's a girl in there with you." It was a statement, not a question. Sasuke knew without a shadow of a doubt that he wasn't alone. And yet he left them with a shred of hope...at least to Sakura. He had said girl, and not her name. He didn't know it was her... He must not have recognized her clothes. That's what mattered.
Still, Itachi didn't say a word, though if he was anywhere near as nervous—frantic—as she was, he hid it expertly.
"...Is she cute?" They could both almost hear him smirking from the other side.
Sakura felt her legs being shifted wider, and as she was bent forward slightly, her hand caught the wall in front of her to keep her balance. His hand withdrew from her finally, and rubbed over her clit, just as he slipped a full thrust into her from behind.
"What do you think?" Itachi murmured barely loud enough for him to hear, smart enough to know when their game of hide and seek was over, and nuzzled his face without a care into her throat.
She came almost instantly with a simultaneous push of his hips and fingers, and cried out loudly into his hand. A contrast of pure bliss and panic clashed inside her, yet she bucked her hips into him as she clenched.
Oh, he had heard that... There was no denying it.
It wasn't just how loud she had been that had been telling. They knew, because he finally fell silent.
And damnit...Itachi had done it on purpose.
The seconds felt like hours as Sakura listened, waiting for her worst fear to be realized. Too afraid to move or speak. Too afraid, even, to be angry at Itachi as he continued thrusting into her. The hand covering her mouth slipped away to grip her hip, and the other moved to cup and squeeze her breast. He wasn't phased in the least. In fact, he couldn't care less at this point.
But of course...few men could, when they were buried between a woman's legs.
"Hn. Well hurry up. I don't have all day." It was spoken with the most forced indifference, and the younger Uchiha turned and disappeared down the hall. If he had any suspicion that Sakura was in there, he kept it to herself. But something had touched a nerve... A rather awkward nerve, by the sound of it, as his voice had sounded a little unsure and uncomfortable.
"He..he knows it's me... Oh Kami... He knows!" She whispered as she tried to catch her breath, her walls still hugging him tightly as he moved within her. It still felt so good...she found it hard to think straight even after her release.
"No, he doesn't." He growled into her ear. Both of his hands grabbed hold of her hips as he pumped harder, forcing a moan from her.
"Has he ever made you scream?" His low voice sent a shiver through her, and she shook her head, cheeks pink in her lingering lust and embarrassment.
"Then he doesn't know." Itachi insisted calmly, and pulled from her long enough to turn her around and lift her into the air. Her back met the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt his lips clamp onto her neck and suck, leaving more than one purple welt behind as he made his way up to her jaw. His hips pounded into her, hands clenching into the backs of her thighs as he held her up.
His movements were rougher, possessive, and she felt her heat rising again, lips pressing into his shoulder to stifle the small moans and gasps.
It was surreal. Her anger hadn't subsided, not in the least. If anything, she was more angry at him now than she had been before. But none of it mattered now. His body was the perfect weapon, stripping her of all common sense...the ability to think at all. It wasn't just the way his fingers worked against her, and how he seemed to know exactly where to touch and when...or the feel of his lips exploring her. It was how he moved. How he reigned her in and took control even when she tried to evade him. There was something so deliciously raw about feeling him take the power away from her. She didn't know how to fight him... She didn't know how to make herself want to fight him. It was so unlike her.
It was...scary.
"Itachi..." She whimpered helplessly, just as another orgasm seizing her. It was weaker than the first, and she felt drained and exhausted as soon as she lost herself again. His hips ground into her a final time, holding her tight against him as he panted and groaned.
He came inside her a second time. She knew, not because he had stopped moving, but because she had felt it. A forceful and hot spray filled her, and despite knowing in the back of her mind that this was a very, very bad idea...it made her writhe and buck into him, as if she wanted more.
A noise of approval rumbled into her skin before he lifted his head and pulled out of her, smoothing his hands up and over her hips so she could set her feet down on solid ground. She didn't want to stand, though. She was so tired. All she wanted to do was crawl into her bed and nap. Yet her bed was so, so far away...
She leaned back into the wall and closed her eyes. Hearing him turn the water off, she expected him to step out and grab a towel, but instead, he surprised her with a kiss. It started on her chest, just below her collar bone, and wandered down to her breasts. She didn't question him. She didn't even look at him. But her hand lifted and slipped over the back of his head, sinking into his long, wet hair.
It didn't feel sexual. Even when he tasted her pink bud with his tongue. Perhaps because she was too tired to react sexually to him. A third orgasm was entirely out of the question. But still... His lips had a soothing effect more than anything, and her breaths grew deep and steady as her mouth parted slightly. She felt him travel down her stomach, kissing and lapping gently as he sank lower and lower, and when he passed her hip bones, he paused.
She waited without a care, in no hurry to move even a finger as he touched her, hands petting and caressing from her waist down to her legs. Then, he nestled into the soft down of pink between her thighs and kissed again. Sakura sucked in her breath, eyes flying open, free hand clenching into his shoulder, and she stared down at him.
The stoic expression that greeted her as he drew back and looked up left her confused at his intent, and when she finally decided to push him away and step out of the tub with a huff, he broke into a devilish smile while her back was turned.
Her thin frame paused once she pulled a towel from a hook and wrapped herself in it. She knew she couldn't just open the door and walk out. She had no idea where Sasuke was...if he was even still in the house. She'd have to wait for him to let her know when the coast was clear.
But she didn't know what to say to him yet. Now that it was all over—again—she was more perplexed than ever.
"Why... Why did you...?" She asked quietly, partly so her voice wouldn't break past the door. She didn't know how to even phrase her question, though. There was so much she wanted to ask, and so much she wanted to say...and to yell.
"Why did you—"
"Why did you stay?" He interrupted her, staring back at her as he left the tub and grabbed his own towel. He knew what she was trying to say. She wanted to know why he had touched her once, and then twice. She wanted to know what it meant, what his secret motives were. She wanted him to admit to her some elaborate scheme he had devised, and the detailed reasons for why he had done everything he had to her. And so he posed her with an even better question.
If he had done so much to her...why had she let him?
There was nothing harsh about the way he said it, and certainly nothing harsh about what he actually had said aloud. But there was a dawning of realization on her face. Her eyes widened slightly, and then she looked away and blinked. She was thinking...and thinking very hard. She didn't know, did she? She had no idea why she had stayed after he had fallen asleep on the floor of the tearoom. She could have stood up, dressed, and left.
She could have gotten away with it. He wouldn't have stopped her. Then, she wouldn't have had to deal with the stress of Sasuke returning while she was still there.
Yeah, she wanted to yell and scream at him, and to blame him for caging her in this awful situation, and taking advantage of her.
And with one simple question, he had shed light on her own hypocrisy. It hadn't even occurred to her that she might actually be at fault...at least partly.
When she couldn't answer him right away, he busied himself with wrapping the towel around his waist, and squeezing the water out of his hair.
Sakura watched him silently from the corner of her eye, and when he was done, he moved past her and out the door without a word, being sure to shut it behind him.
She listened to his steps disappear, leaving her to stew alone in the aftermath.
Even with him gone, she was at a loss.
Why had she stayed? She hadn't even thought of that. Not that she'd had much time to think about much of anything yet. But...she couldn't deny that he'd caught her with that one. She honestly didn't know what to say, or even think.
And there was still the matter of how the hell she was going to get out of their house without anyone noticing her. Kami... Sasuke could walk into the bathroom at any second and see her. What was she supposed to do?
Wait... That's all she could do. She'd have to wait for Itachi to come to her rescue. He would, wouldn't he? He'd help her get out without being seen. He had to...
A frown tugged at the corners of her mouth as she leaned against the wall and sank down to the floor.
She still wanted to know why. So what if she had stayed? She may have been guilty of making that mistake, but he'd been the one that put his hands on her, twice. He didn't have to. Why did he? Surely he could have nearly any girl he wanted, there was no doubt about that. He was handsome, skilled—in more ways than one—and he was the prodigal son to the leader of the Uchiha clan. So why...?
But then she found herself wondering...had it really been a mistake for her to stay? She hadn't been caught yet...and Kami, the way he had touched her...
Sakura closed her eyes as the back of her head knocked against the wall. An angry sigh puffed from her nose. As much as she wanted to beat the crap out of Itachi, she kind of wanted to beat the crap out of herself, too...
He'd better come back, and soon. If she stayed locked up in there for much longer, with only her own painfully contradicting thoughts to keep her company and stir her deeper and deeper into its tangling chaos, she was going to lose it.
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