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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
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Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

So this is the town he spoke of? Sakura couldn't stop the disgusted grin from appearing on her face.
The streets they were walking through were beyond revolting. Most of the houses looked like falling apart any minute. Corroded wood marked by the old age and lack of care smelled stale and decayed. What looked like a main road, was actually a wide compacted mixture of mud and garbage that was left behind. The people they passed traced them with yellowish eyes and rotten teeth showed in their evil smile that spoke for their corrupted thoughts.
She shivered when the scent of piss and excrements attacked her nose and unknowingly moved closer to Itachi.
"If you have any plans to run away again, I strongly suggest to wait until the next town." Despite the repulsing scene before their eyes, he managed to stay calm.
Yeah, you wish! She frowned. This village may be disgusting, but the less he expected her to try anything, the more she was tempted to do that. Just wait for the right moment.
"Hey handsome!"
Sakura jumped and looked over her shoulder, only to see a group of streetwalkers hungrily ogling their way.
"Leave the little pink one behind and come have some real fun, with real women!" one of them screamed lusciously pulling her short yukata even higher over her thigh.
Sakura quickly turned away to avoid seeing some more of that woman's naked body and felt a tiny blush coming over her cheeks. She looked up to Itachi who was steadily walking forward, with no real emotion in his face. Not like she expected him to show it, anyway.
They came through frail entrance to dimly lit room with some dirty wooden tables and chairs. It seemed to be some kind of a public eating place and pub at the same time. And now it was Sakura, who was getting all the greedy and hungry looks.
"What is this place?" she whispered, rather facing down the messy floor than the ugly men around. She despised the way they were spying her, like they were trying to undress her with their filthy eyes.
"Just stay calm and don't talk too much." He gave her a brief instructions and they both seated themselves to the most distant table.
"Easy to say that," she mumbled and with the corner of her eye peaked around. They were all so foul, it made her sick.
"We won't be staying here too long, don't worry." That almost sounded like he was trying to soothe her.
Not much conviction ran through her voice, though. "Sure."
Another nasty looking man came to their table, asking what they would like to eat and drink. Itachi didn't hesitate and ordered for both of them. Sakura watched as the man gave them an excited toothless smile and then hobbled away.
Then they just waited, silently, and Sakura allowed herself to become a little more comfortable around all those weird looking people. Until one of them stood up and came all the way across the room, only to sit next to her closely. She shivered and bit on her lower lip just to keep her stomach from turning upside down. He smelled awful, like something rotten was settled inside him.
"How much for her?" the man asked and rose one his hand with the intention to wrap it tightly around Sakura's waist.
Only to be interrupted by Itachi's blood red Sharigan. "Don't."
The atmosphere around their table got heavier in an instant. Sakura froze, overwhelmed with disgust and fear. She had never felt so vulnerable in her entire life. Itachi looked calm, but the threat in his voice ran deep into the man's flesh. He stopped his hand and frowned.
"Oh come on, don't be greedy. She looks delicious, I'll pay you double you get her for." His voice sounded cracked and the breath full of alcohol made Sakura's nose pinch.
"I believe we did not understand each other." The tone that Uchiha chose now was one of a kind, a murderous weapon itself. "She is not for sale."
Sakura gulped. This was getting dangerous, she had never seen someone look so lethal. The man next to her hesitated. Probably rethinking his foolish decision.
Itachi didn't move a muscle, his eyes were tied upon the other man's face and with unspoken menace – he waited.
For a few long seconds nothing happened, with the bloody promise lingering in the air no-one even dared to breathe. The whole room fell stiff. Everybody was on their toes, expecting the Akatsuki to make his move.
Despite her own hate for Itachi, Sakura felt something unexpected. To be protected with such fierce determinations made her feel safe, that even if something was to happen to her, he would surely have taken care of everything. He would be right there, hated and despised by her, but still at her side, even if she didn't want him to.
"That's too bad." The ugly man next to her chuckled nervously and slowly stood up. "I'll leave you two love birds alone, then." He backed away and the pub returned to the familiar alcoholic buzz as before.
But not Sakura, her head started to hurt as she was forcing the feeling of gratitude towards Itachi out of her mind. To be relaxed and comfortable next to him was the last thing she needed just now. Who cares he saved her from faith she could have never even dream of? It was still all his fault and he was the one responsible for the risky situation she was stuck in. And it was also his bracelet that made her so vulnerable. He – Uchiha Itachi– was the one to blame, the one to be scared of, disgusted and all the other things that were slowly fading away from her system.
Get it together, Sakura! Make your move, now's your chance! He thinks you're too scared to go for it! NOW!
"I – I thin – k, I think, I need to use the ladies room," she mumbled slowly and raised her eyes to his serene face.
"Go on, then... Or do you need me to guide you there?" He leaned down and propped his back against the wooden wall behind.
"No, I do not!" She hastily stood up and with long steps marched her way towards the toilet sign.
So, she was going for it after all. Itachi sighed and for a while let himself close his weary eyes. She could at least wait until they eat their meals. Chasing her on empty stomach is going to be most unpleasant.
"It seems your little bird flew away."
And it wouldn't go without a fight, what a shame. Itachi turned around and slowly stood up as well, founding himself face to face with the same man as a while ago.
"You don't talk much, do you?" Malicious grin decorated the man's face when the Sharingan ninja remained mute and calmly looked around. Twenty? That wasn't that bad, he should be out of here in a few minutes.
"This is your last chance to let me go," Itachi stated quietly, not really interested in the fact that not only the pervert but the whole pub was prepared to make his day a little more interesting.
"To let you go? Cha!" The man burst into loud laughter. "You're mine, asshole. And your precious little bird was lost the moment she jumped out of the window."
"Yeah! Let's see how fast she can run!" barked some other guy, viciously smiling in the corner.
"Or how fast you can die."
In a flash, the Akatsuki disappeared and then almost immediately reappeared behind some random guy, his kunai worked quickly and in the next second hot blood was pouring freely from the deep cut in the man's throat.

She knew nobody was behind her and despite the rising cold she wasn't going to stop just like that. There was a chance that it would take few minutes before Itachi would realize that she actually ran again. And by the time he would start looking for her, she was going to be far, far away. So far that even the damn bracelet wouldn't help him.
The town was dark, but Sakura very well remembered from which direction they came here. Or not? She quickly broke her run when finding herself face to face with a high wall of stale logs. She cursed and turned around.
But the way out was blocked by tall man figure. "Oh, look who's in a hurry."
"And she's a nasty one, I can tell." Other one appeared right next to her.
She yelped when a hand of a third man tried to catch her from the shadow of high building on her left, then hastily jumped a step back into the blind end of a street that was supposed to lead her to safety. Her pulse rose in panic and she felt a freezing sweat soak into the black shirt from Itachi.
Itachi! Where are you? Her thoughts reached for him in a desperate need to find comfort. But he was gone, and she stood there alone, helpless and shaking.
"Don't be scared, little one. We won't hurt you… much." The man chuckled over his own joke and slowly continued to close her only way out.
"Don't touch me!" she screamed, hoping that there would be someone, anyone, who would actually help her. Her body raged. That stupid bracelet, if she hadn't had it, those three would be long unconsciousness on the dirty ground by now.
"See, I told you! This one is a fighter."
"Yeah, I fucking love when they do this."
"Let's brake her!"
All three deep voices agreed. Sakura gulped. Her body started to tremble uncontrollably. What was the thing they talked about? What were they going to do? And why Itachi wasn't here to save her yet? Realizing that she relied on him once again awaken a new wave of fire in her chest.
"Let me go! Or you'll see!" However strong she managed to push her tone, it only amused them more.
"This is fun."
Before she even tried to react a punch came down to her face, sudden pain stroke her cheek and she felt like a half of her face just fell off. Gasping for air she wasn't able to maintain stability and with a disgusting splash buried her hands deep into the smelly mud.
"Already on your knees? That's pathetic." She heard one of the man make few steps and then a strong grip pulled her up again. She spit out the blood that suddenly filled her mouth when another punch met her face from the other side.
"Stop that, you ruin her."
Helplessly catching her senses she leaned her hazy limbs back to someone's wide chest and felt his fingers wrap around her thin neck from behind. Instinctively reaching for his arms she would almost forgot about the other two attackers. Only to be reminded of their presence in a second.
It was too dark for her to notice that the man in front of her stuck his palm deep into his pants and then forced it under her nose.
"Yuck!" she shrieked and almost puked herself from the overwhelming smell of his unwashed manhood.
"Don't you like it, little one? You'll be full of it very soon, so you better get used to that."
Choking on her own blood and the repulsive odor, she fell again and crouched into a ball. Just to become a victim of the man behind her who, with a sharp blade prepared, made one long cut starting on her shoulder bone and ending somewhere in the middle of her back.
A long painful scream pierced the stiff night air and Sakura immediately acknowledged the warmth soaking into her shirt. Tears filled her eyes when he pulled her on her feet once again and the agony of her wound spread through her whole body.
"Let's see what you're hiding under that."
Without even realizing, someone's cold fingers took the lower hem of her shirt and with quick rip tore it apart. Cool breeze on her bare breasts awaken her and she hopelessly widened her eyes.
"Mmmm, nice and pink."
She couldn't see his face, but clearly heard the smack tone of his tongue, and a hungry lick of his lips.
"Please, don't!" Her spirit broken, she cried out, willing to do just anything only to make them stop.
Another desperate shriek pushed through her tired throat when a hard hand violently fondled her exposed chest.
By that time tears roamed freely on her slightly swollen face and unable to fight back anymore Sakura was thrown back on the unwelcoming filthy ground.
"Now let's see how you manage to take him in."
For merely a second she saw a light coming from the main street and then a shadow stepped in and with him, that revolting smell again.
Then… she flew, flew through the air and slowly landed on the ground. The firm grip in her hair disappeared and the only thing she could apprehend was a quick glimpse and a dreadful scream of those three men. Unable to react she just lie there, in the mud, staring on the cloudless sky sprinkled with stars. Cold started to overtake her body, but it wasn't the cause of her unstoppable shivers.
After a while… a voice, that deep serene voice, calling her name.
"It's so nice and shiny. Do you see, Sasuke?" mumbling, she raised one of her hands towards the thousands stars above her head.
"Stay with me, Sakura. Just hold on."
He took her into his arms and she felt her body floating through the fresh night air. It made her so sleepy.

Adding speed to his feet, Itachi ran as fast as he possibly could. The girl in his arms absently babbled and he felt her skin getting warmer every minute. Was she poisoned? It definitely looked like it.
Starting to think up a plan along the way, Itachi didn't really have the time for waiting. Her fever climbed up quickly and when they finally reached the house, he had prepared weeks ago, she was already burning up. He stormed in and immediately made his way to the bathroom. Stuck both of them under the shower and let out a stream of cold water.
"Sakura! Don't fall asleep, do you hear me?"
The girl in his arms just lied there, if he had let her go she would fall on the floor. This was bad, was she already unconsciousness?
"Sakura!" He took both her shoulders and shook her in a desperate try to bring her back to her senses.
"It's raining." She whispered softly and Itachi sighed in relief.
"Listen to me, Sakura!" He calmed his voice a tried to catch her own hazy eyes with his dark look. Her hazy stare was wandering around the shower until she finally noticed him.
"Why is so hot in here?" she mumbled and frowned.
"It's alright, you're going to be just fine." Trying to soothe her seemed to work for now.
When she finally managed to stand a little on her own, Itachi moved a few wet strands of her pink hair from the swollen face. Those three did a real number on her. He heard her screams all the way to the pub, but by the time he dealt with all those men inside, she had already been broken.
"It hurts," Sakura sobbed and a new wave of tears lost itself in the streams of freezing water.
"I know, just try to relax." He urgently needed to examine her wounded back.
"Make it stop."
She wouldn't probably even know who he was if he had asked her now. The look full of trust, she was giving him, made his insides squirm. "Sakura, listen to me. I need to see the wound on your back." Once more he managed to catch her blank gaze.
"Okay." She nodded not really knowing what he was trying to tell her.
"But I have to take down your shirt," he said as mildly as he possibly could. Not like the torn up T-shirt could actually hide anything, but just in case.
"Mmhm." She nodded again.
Itachi held his breath for a while and turned her around, then gently pulled the cloth from her shoulders and let it fall on the floor. There was one single cut, shining with red on her creamy skin. The bleeding almost stopped and only a tiny trickles of blood made their way down to the curve above her butt, still safely dressed in the black leggings and shorts. He used the Sharingan to inspect the wound closely. Unknowingly roaming his fingers around.
"It tickles." Her soft voice caught his attention and he saw her back arch under the feather of a touch he had given her.
Itachi found his own tone to be slightly husky. "Most of the poison is probably gone now."
They both fell silent and as much as he fought it, Itachi found himself unable to take his eyes nor hands down from her seductive young body. He gently caressed the surroundings of the cut and listened sharply to every sound she produced.
With her palms on the wet wall, Sakura slowly started to come to her senses. The tender touch of warm fingers exploring her skin made her belly shiver with strange sensation. She felt her spine arch on its own and her head leaned backwards. Every word she tried to say, was lost in something new, something she never thought her throat could make. The poison clouded her judgment, it didn't hurt anymore. The only thing she was able to perceive was the tremble of her knees growing weak under the man's delicate hands.
No, this was wrong. He shouldn't do this, not to her, not in her state. And yet, he had to close his eyes in a hopeless try to calm his nerves when all the blood that was traveling down to his pants.
"No, don't stop," Sakura moaned and it had an effect of exposition in his stomach. When Itachi felt her naked body press against his chest, his hands automatically wrapped themselves around her waist. This was sick! He had never had this much trouble to control himself, not in a fight, nor with a woman. Clenching his teeth he slowly took her by the hips and pushed her away. What he needed to do right now, was to clean the wound and smooth her pain with some medications. Not cuddle in a shower, with her under the effect of some crazy hallucination.
He reached for one of the towels hanging near and wrapped it around her. Then gently took her in his arms and stepped out. With the water still running he left the bathroom and chose one of the rooms with bed to lie her in. It was clear that the fever will return eventually, but after chasing away the worst he hoped that she would heal quickly.
Leaving her comfortably on her stomach, he left the bedroom for a while and went to look for the supplies he prepared. It was thanks to his plan to stay in this house for few days that he had everything he needed. He lighted the fire and let a pot with water and some herbs to boil, then took bandages and ointment from the shelf with first aid provisions and after finally stopping the running water in the bathroom, returned back to Sakura.
She was breathing softly and despite her state, slept safe and sound. Before starting to treat her, he allowed himself to calm a little more. Who in the world was this girl? He never had the trouble to keep his emotions at bay, so why now of all times? It was like the anger he had on himself for not being able to control around her, cleared a path for other feelings to invade his helpless heart every time he experienced her melting flesh under his tender touch. Did she even know how dangerous her innocence was? How tempted he came to be, even from the fiery look she gave him while fighting his influence on her? Such fragile creature with so much strength in her, it made him want her so much more. He grew weak in her presence and she became allured by his dark desire and without thinking, Itachi knew, that those feelings are going to devour them both.
Well in that case, he must be strong enough to suppress his needs. He did it many times in his life, then why not again?
Itachi relaxed for a while and closed his eyes. His serene calmness returned and as soon as his mind became a blank slate again, he put the bandages and ointment on the nightstand next to the bed. Then proceeded to gently unroll her towel and examined the cut once more with his head straight this time. Luckily, it wasn't deep and most of the poison had already bled out. They had fortune on their side.
He stood up and after only a few seconds returned with hot water and some more herbs. Firstly, he had to clean the cut. Despite the shower they had been in, this water had the essence of medical herbs boiled into it. He soaked a tip of one clean towel and then softly strolled up and down her back. With no intention to wake her tranquil slumber. This way he was able to control himself with no real effort and could completely focus on the healing process.
When sure the wound was cleaned enough, he dried out the unnecessary water and then reached for the ointment. Stopped for a second with hand hovering over her shoulder, when he noticed she moved and mumbled something he didn't understand. Then, with Sakura in deep sleep again, rubbed only the most necessary amount of healing substance into the wound. He worked quickly and carefully. With few finishing touches he let the ointment soak in and lit a fireplace to warm up the room. Itachi moved one chair next to her bed and comfortably seated himself, waiting.

First thing Sakura perceived was the burning heat on her back. Then a loud sound somewhere outside. It felt like her head was going to explode over the chattering that she could not stop. Her mouth was dry and her whole body was in so much pain. But when she tried to move only a little, her whole world spun.
"No." She heard her voice softly wailing and then immediately someone's hand took her own that was reaching out of the bed she found herself in. She closed her eyes because the searing light only hindered her sensitive sight and let the unknown hand help her move, first on her side and then all the way up. She felt something cold on her lips.
"Drink." A deep voice commanded her and Sakura let her mouth automatically open for the refreshing water pouring into her system. The soothing effect was instantaneous. She lied down again and fell back to sleep as a sudden exhaustion and relaxation took over her.
Itachi watched over her whole night and day. Helped her drink in the morning and then just kept waiting. Sometimes, when her body started shaking, he only replaced the wet bandages on her neck and the fever dropped. Thoroughly observing the cut on her back he found it almost closed by the time sun was high up in the sky. He intentionally let it breathe to prevent it from festering, but now was a good time to wrap it up so she can finally lie on her back without the danger of reopening it again. He didn't want to wake her up, though. Until she was able to rest, he was glad that she was healing well enough.
Dusk had fallen over the mountain area and Sakura was still in a deep sleep. It was already over twenty hours from the attack and Itachi was now concerned about the lack of food and water she had had. However unpleasant it was going to be, she would have to wake up, let him bandage her body and eat something. He stood up and leaned over her, placing one hand on the good shoulder and with the fingers of the other gently moved some of the pink hair from her face.
"Sakura," he whispered softly and she immediately reacted to his voice with a frown.
She had such a lovely dream, why the deep sound was calling her name again? Why they were waking her up when all she wanted, was to sleep for the rest of her life. She was so tired. So exhausted.
"Sakura, wake up, you need to eat," he said with a tender plea somewhere in the back of his tone.
Oh, her head hurt so much and her body was so heavy. Where was she? Who was she? Sakura felt like she has been sleeping for several years at least. And the serene voice, it was so nice to hear that voice, it was the same voice that soothe her in her sleep. She parted her lids and hazily squinted on the man pale face. Even with her gaze still blurry she thought she knew that face, with those coal eyes that watched over her with so much tenderness and his dark velvet hair, framing perfectly that symmetrical jaw line. Sakura always wanted to stroke her fingers through that hair. Slowly reaching her hand to him, she smiled.
"I knew you would take care of me," she mumbled.
Before the tips of her fingers could touch the beautiful pale skin, his hand stopped her.
"You're still half asleep, wake up."
Pulling her up, she obeyed and sat up. The whole world was still dull and fuzzy but she managed to stop her head from spinning with palms resting on her temples.
"Where am I?" babbling, Sakura tried to focus on the face in front of her and it finally started to brighten up.
"You're safe, that's all that matters now."
Itachi took her hands and placed them on the back of the chair he had prepared. With her knees bent over the edge of the bed, she stiffed. Something suddenly hit her and she hesitantly turned her head towards the man who was now sitting on the same bed next to her.
"Itachi?" Her eyes widened as her mind was finally able to recognize the features of the previously unknown face.
"Sakura," he said very slowly. "Please, do not panic. You're safe now. I won't hurt you, I only need to-"
The rest of his voice faded away when the weight of recent events caught up to her. Those three men, the revolting smell, her own fear, helplessness and the pain. She started shaking immediately. But as if it wasn't enough she suffered another punch and squeezed the back of the chair she was holding; trying to ignore that her whole upper body was all but dressed properly.
"No." Her voice shivered and she had to close her eyes with embarrassment.
What did he done to me? How? When? Why? The burden of questions overwhelmed her mind and the pressure of tears pushing their way to her eyes became unbearable.
"Sakura." His serene tone was the last drop and she was harshly reminded of her own ill situation.
"No!" With a shriek she fired up, throwing the chair on the side, only to be immediately caught by his strong hands.
"Please, no!" she cried out and tried to escape a few times before finally gave up and let her limbs lifelessly hang in the air. Her body was overpowered by Itachi's superior strength and her own uncontrollable sobs. "Please, stop… Or kill me already… I can't, I can't… I just can't stand it anymore."
Her whole figure was twitching under the agony that echoed in her voice. Itachi gritted his teeth in order to avoid the urge to embrace her even more, to soothe her pain and kiss her bright pink hair.
"Sakura, listen to me," he said softly with lips close to her ear.
"No." She whispered with desperation filling her voice. She could feel his arms around her naked skin and the hot breath streaming down on her neck. But in this moment, she wasn't able to think of anything else but about the humiliation he put her through, the weakness she had to suffer because of him and the anguish going through her veins.
"End it! Please! It hurts so much!" She was lost in the fever that took over her brain again.
When Itachi suddenly felt her body give up completely, he seated her back on the bed. Looking to her face he realized that the reason of her calm state was the blank, emotionless trance she had fallen into. He sighed and sat next to her, reaching for the prepared bandages.
The unexpected question left even him stiff. "Are you going to rape me?"
"No," he answered simply after a moment of surprised silence. "I simply need to bandage the cut on your back. That's all." He added when she didn't seem to respond in any way.
"Fine, do as you please." Sakura put her hands back on the chair he raised for her. "Just get it over with quickly," she breathed out and turned her disgusted face away from him.
It struck him how much psychical pain she must have endured when her small body started to shake the moment he put his hands on her ribcage. Itachi was forced to use all the willpower he could gather at that moment, only to chase away the hurt that filled his chest. However, his efforts turned out to be wasted, so he had to cope with at least the ignorance towards the searing inch between his lungs.
Every time he leaned close to her in order to wrap the bandage all around her chest he could hear her teeth gritting. With the eyes closed and tears roaming freely down her cheeks she looked like the representation of suffering. It couldn't be help, though. As much as he wanted, he had to cover all the parts of her shaking upper body. He tried to hold himself from looking, he really did. But his desire seemed to take over. Again.
Her creamy skin lured him to touch it, to taste the softness of her fine and full breasts with his own lips. Just from looking, he knew they would fit right into his hand, with the perfectly round top teasing his palm as it would surely grew harder under his gentle fingers.
He swallowed and felt his mouth go dry. To avoid any more tension he quickly finished his job and maybe more hastily than planned, stood up. Then left the room without a word.
Being left alone with her own torturous thoughts was worse than when he sat close to her a few moments ago. She clearly remembered what got her to that nasty situation and partially she knew it was also her fault, because he had warned her not to escape, probably knowing much more about the town than she did.
Although nothing could change the fact that it was his bracelet that made her so vulnerable, she also could not ignore that it was him – Uchiha Itachi – who hurried for her rescue. Sakura was scared to think about what those men were going to do to her before he came. And honestly, as unexperienced as she was, she found herself not being able to imagine it either. But what scared her even more, was the suspicion that he took her to this distant place just to take an advantage of her unconsciousness state. She woke up practically naked after all and had her rights for anger and blame. Now, left alone and all in bandages, she started to have her doubts about almost everything.
As hard as she tried, Sakura wasn't able to remember much, but from the flashes going through her head, didn't really care. Nothing nice to remember was among them. Fear. Hopelessness. Hate. Pain. Abuse. All those in a crazy mixture. Then he came and she felt her feelings change suddenly. There was relief, safety, comfort. Not emotions she would choose to feel around Sasuke's older brother even a few hours earlier. And yet, there still was something that verified her anger and disgust towards him. However strongly she clenched her fists, she was unable to get the one single moment in the shower from her head. It was merely a second that blinked through her mind, but she had already knew that it proved him to be the most disgusting and perverse person in the entire universe. And she was probably even worse, because from what she remembered, she actually liked it.
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