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Innocence	By : Night_Being Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 10533 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

If she didn't feel so feverish she would probably blame the heat radiating from her body on the warm flames in the most distant corner of the room. Rather that, than actually admitting that it was the thought about certain Uchiha in the shower, touching her body and making her knees weak. Sakura wished to think some more and remember just anything she could throw at him and blame him for, but she was growing too dizzy and tired to be able to do anything about the odd pressure in her lungs.
Sudden thirst ravaged her mouth and she reached for the water, which had been left for her on the night stand. Whole world was spinning and her ears pierced a sound of shattered glass when the fragile object slipped from her weak fingers.
Did he poisoned her? Or was it the wound on her back that made all this mess even worse? She wasn't sure, but decided to blame Itachi, as he was now the only one she could think of. With his presence becoming closer and closer she watched him hastily move towards her. When did he even enter her private space? Was it the water she spilled that lured him inside her bedroom again? Or that scream coming from a far.
Her vision was somehow blurred and everything she tried to perceive came to her in protracted form. Sight cloudy she felt some unknown pressure on her chest and then her entire body.
Trying to quietly soothe her Itachi took her by the shoulders and caught her blank look. "Sakura, calm down."
"Get me out! Get me out!"
Her eyes widened when the fever rapidly climbed up. She was clearly starting to hallucinate. He didn't want to take her to the shower again but had to do something. With the last resort left, Itachi let his Sharingan do the job.
"This is getting old," Sakura uttered cynically when she opened her eyes to a well-known pent space of her Konoha bedroom.
He was silent, lazily leaning onto the opposite wall. Coal pupils kept on watching her. And Sakura found it very hard to return the direct enigmatic look. Although it didn't surprise her, it made her angry.
"What do you want, then?" she spat crossing her arms on the chest. She could not notice that here, in his genjutsu, she was dressed properly.
"Your fever is high again," he stated. "It is caused by the poison from the weapon which cut your back."
So it was the wound and not him. Yeah! Like I'm going to trust him just like that!
The irony in her voice was overwhelming. "Sure."
"I see you don't believe me, I don't blame you, but if you'd be so kind and stopped acting like a child for a moment…"
This was infuriating. With every other word, she felt her insides burn with irritation.
"Well, but I'm not a child anymore, am I?" She jumped out of the bed, suddenly facing him with anger pouring out of her whole body. "You already took care of that," she barked. Forcing him to answer her, but he just stood there, calmly observing as her temper exploded.
"I don't know what you're suggesting." That was a lie. He knew. She must have remembered the moment in the shower, where he let his guard down and for a second though about taking advantage of her hallucinogenic state. When his fingers were unable to stop caressing her soft skin and he couldn't tear his gaze from the perfect curves usually hidden under a layers of dull clothes. But what she obviously did not remember, was that the moment took only a few reckless seconds before he managed to calm himself.
"You…" Sakura's growl spoke for itself. She was too shy and innocent to say it out loud, but if she wanted to accuse him of anything, she had no other choice. "There, in the shower, you…" swallowing hardly she felt her cheeks turn red. Damn!
"No, no I didn't." Itachi decided to make this short and with dark frown slowly moved his head from side to side.
"Liar! I remember!" She clenched her fists. But then immediately relaxed as she noticed his frown only deepen. That was something new. She had never seen Itachi with so much emotion in his face. Surprisingly, it left her breathless. Was he angry? Did she offended him by false accusation? Or was there something else she wasn't able to decipher just yet?
"If you have nothing else to say, I think we're done here." Although his voice steady, she could hear the pain. So much of it. Where did it come from?
"No, wait!" she shouted, not really thinking clearly. But something had to be done and since her brain was too busy seeing Itachi with a feeling so strongly mirroring in his angelic face, her mouth did the job for her.
"So, there… in the shower, you didn't… you… I… I'm still…" Sakura felt smaller with every other babble leaving her lips.
There wasn't much time, in the outside world, she was already getting too sleepy to be hold in a genjutsu for much long. "No, I didn't. And yes, you're still a virgin," he finished her sentence hastily and closed the conversation.
"Oh." With a quiet gasp she sat back on the bed and however unbelievable it seemed to her inner self, she trusted him. Just this once.
As Sakura finally calmed down and fell asleep, Itachi could place a wet towel over her forehead. The fever was still high, but not critically. He covered her whole body with a blanket and neatly tucked her in. His whole plan was slowly falling apart and he had no idea what to do with it. She wasn't supposed to be in this ill state and he wasn't supposed to leave his feelings out there in the open. For everyone to see. For Sakura to see. He knew she saw it… although she probably had no clue what exactly 'it' was.
Being one of the Akatsuki meant to be a cold blooded killer and he acted like one for so long that he almost forgot how it feels to be anyone else. He actually forgot how to experience and show just about any emotion. Since the time his last tear dropped on the ground of Uchiha district many years ago, when he was chased down by his little brother after murdering all the members of his clan, he locked everything away. He didn't have a choice, really. The pain, the guilt, it would consume him bit by bit. He had to stay strong, for Sasuke, because when the time comes, his beloved little brother would come for him and then all the fear of losing control over that small black box full of agony deep in his heart would go away. Sometimes he thought about himself as being selfish, but then again, Sasuke needed to kill him, he needed to avenge his clan. And if it'll bring him – Itachi – the desired redemption, so be it.
There were even times, when he was convinced, that maybe some of the other Akatsuki members felt similar to him. He refused to believe, that all of them were killers, although they tried to prove it as many times as possible. His Sharingan saw many of their hidden longings, like Deidara's secret craving for recognition, Kohan's deep yearning for love, or that strong need of a true friendship, which Hidan and Kisame covered by the thick blanket of toughness.
Unfortunately for him, now it was she – Sakura Haruno – who messed everything he was so long holding inside. And for the first time in many, many years… Itachi felt scared. He never intended to force the trust from her. That was the reason he took her away from the village many weeks earlier than he actually needed her. He had hoped that she will be able to learn how to believe him. Slowly, without any more pressure than necessary. Yet, it seemed that even he could make a mistake, and when it came to her, he found himself stepping out more times than he was willing to admit.
No matter how long he had followed her around to make sure she fits his conception. Or how long he studied her behavior and character to know how to access her reliance. She still did something he had never even dreamed of and blindly fell into situation where she was compelled to trust him since he was now the only one who could take care of her.
Nevertheless, there wasn't time to cry over a spilled milk, things happened and he had to form another plan. Slightly changed than the one before, but still as good.
For the next few hours, Sakura slept patiently and it finally seemed that the fever retreated. Itachi didn't waste his time watching over her again. Instead, he lost himself in the kitchen and prepared some decent food which would fit the needs of a starving stomach. Soup for warming up, bowl of rice for filling up and some dried meat for strength. With all finished and arranged on a tray, he quietly slipped back to her room. Only to find her sitting in the bed hugging her bent knees. He stopped for a while and waited for her reaction.
She looked up to his face, then on the food in his hands and with a sigh lowered her eyes back on the white sheets. He gently put the meal on the nightstand, keeping his own face emotionless. Then without a word, withdrew from the bedroom sliding the door behind him. He wasn't going to disturb her more by his presence. She clearly needed some time alone, and he was more than happy to give it to her. Forcing her to speak to him would be foolish. She already knew all she was supposed to know, for now, and what she was going to do with those information was absolutely her decision.
Both Sakura and Itachi spent the two following days in total silence. He knew how to be patient and she was too busy trying to figure out what to do, so neither of them was in a hurry to break the stiffness between. Except the few occasions when he brought her food, water and then finally new clothes, they weren't even seeing each other. Itachi spent the long forty-eight hours deep in his thoughts in his room across the house, while Sakura was left alone on her bed, roaming freely though the corners of her own mind.

At first, it was plane nothingness. Every breath felt like hours and every minute dragged itself into eternity. With her gaze stuck deep in the ivory creases of the cool sheets, Sakura thought that she would never ever move any of her muscles. She was so tired that it felt completely impossible to only imagine a slight stretch of her neck. And the food… oh, the food. It smelled just delicious. But her mouth turned that fine meal into tasteless rubber. She wanted to regret it, she wanted to be able to do something – yell, laugh, or at least cry. But her body was just too exhausted, denying her every wish to produce anything except forcing air into and out of her lungs. Even the few movements, she forced herself to do while eating, sucked all the energy left. So now she was just staring and didn't really care what to think, what to do or what was going to happen later. She had no idea how many empty hours she spent like that, but when the sleep finally took over, her dreams were dark, full of fear and screams.
It was the gentle touch of cold fingers on her shoulder that woke her up. Sakura gasped and quickly opened her eyes only to find – no one. Was it just a dream? Her heart was pounding so fast that in the first few moments, she didn't even realize that dull pain of sorrow, pressing against her chest. And when she finally noticed the change within her, she had to hold her breath just to keep herself from throwing up. It was overwhelming, same as the pain she felt when Sasuke left the village more than two years ago. Yet somehow different. At that time, it was pinching, splitting her in half. Tears that scraped her face when drying out, tears she wasn't able to stop. But now, it was just strong blunt pressure on her upper body. Making her gulp for air with every breath.
She was so shocked and suddenly started to feel incredibly uncomfortable. She kicked out the innocent blanket out of her bed and soon her own feet followed with a thud as she quickly stood up and began to roam across the room. Her bandages itched, soaked in her sweat. Despite the body temperature dropping to normal, she felt even worse than before and it only brought up other displeasing things around her. Like the heavy air in her room. Or the fact that with the feverish fog in her head lifting up, she was obliged to think about all the other things she didn't have time bothering with before.
Hastily turning towards the double door she slid them open and immediately inhaled the fresh air, eyelids shut. She relaxed with the claustrophobic seizure slowly going away and opened her eyes. Absorbing the view in front of her Sakura was mesmerized. Among the few dark green pine trees she could see the flood of pea green fields slowly being consumed by sunset. They seemed so close and yet they were far away, down the hill this house stood upon.
Almost silent knock on the other door made her turn around and drop down her right hand which suddenly ached under the influence of the back wound. Itachi's calm voice came softly from behind the wood. "Are you alright?"
Sakura hesitated, how long it was since she last saw him? Day? Two? A week? She couldn't tell. Her throat felt dry from the lack of communication and she found herself unable to answer.
"If you wish to bath yourself, there is a hot tub across the hall," he announced and then she heard his footsteps moving away. Bath was a nice idea, only the image of her tired and sticky body leaning into warm water was relaxing. But still… she had her doubts. She had right to feel insecure, after all. Didn't she?
If he had wanted to hurt her, wouldn't he simply done it by now? If he had wanted to see her suffer, wouldn't he just left her there in the muddy and stinky alley? Maybe she was a little harsh on him, he had saved her life after all. The warning of a bright red light in her head started flickering. She couldn't remember much from those past days, but from what she could, it was clear that Itachi did nothing but gently cared about her well-being.
Oh come on…
Her forehead started to burn only from the concept of him being nice and gentle towards her. Ninja must never lower his guard! She thought to herself and grabbed the brand new clothes he had brought her. She would have to think up some different strategy to get out of this messy situation. But if she would do it clean and tidy definitely couldn't hurt.
Sakura slowly and cautiously opened the slid door and stuck out her head to inspect the hallway. Luckily for her it was empty, but she knew better. To make more sounds than was necessary would be probably foolish. On her toes and with two long steps she crossed the hall and slipped into the opposite room. Rather large amount of steam was already rising from the huge tub in the middle. She couldn't help but wonder how big this house was, because from what she remembered, the first bathroom was significantly smaller.
So… a building who knows how big, with who knows how many rooms and how many basements or other hidden places and she must be the one stick inside it with Itachi freely roaming around, probably knowing this house like the back of his head. Please let them be looking for me already!
She wished for nothing else but to go back home, behind the safe walls of her beloved village. It should be only a matter of time before they were going to catch them. Just don't lose hope, Sakura! Encouraging herself she closed the bathroom door and began to slowly take off her clothes. It was disgusting to have this pants on her for such a long time. But she was a kunoichi, she should be used to wear dirty clothing on her for a few days on her missions. Still, this was different, somehow.
Shivers went through her whole body when she started to unroll the bandages, she could not forget about the time Itachi tenderly wrapped them around her bare chest. It didn't matter how much she struggled, the feeling of warm fingers on her hot skin was something no unexperienced girl could get out of her head easily. Sakura held her breath and bit her lower lip. Staying calm was essential. But the humiliation mixed with something unknown yet tempting, were memories she couldn't just chase away. She had to fight it.
With her body slowly leaning into the steaming water she let herself relax for a moment. Then sat in the tub and tried to reach the cut on her back with her vision, from what she could see in that sharp angle, it was already healing properly. The poison was also out of her system as she defeated the fever. It seemed Itachi took a good care of her.
Stop it!
Her inner self gave her an unpleasant slap when she felt only a little shiver of gratefulness towards him. And she knew that what her guts were telling her, was absolute. Yet… her memories spoke differently. To hell with him! Her head burned again, as she was trying to suppress her own traitorous emotions. SICK CRIMINAL! SICK AND VIOLENT… and evil, and…
The voice in her head was slowly fading away. As much as she wanted to deny anything, the fact that he had saved her from those men, could not be changed. Even though it was him who brought the mess upon her, she knew now. She saw the pain in his eyes and heard the fear in his voice when she had been passing out in the shower that day. He was guilty. Why?
Although it was hard to put a finger on it, Sakura felt something change inside her. The flashes of his face, tenderly hovering over her feverish body, were still going through her mind. Attacking her memories and shaping them into a form she would never dare to name. He was so different than she had expected him to be. No, you're going crazy… it must be the fever. Or the poison… or whatever.
With that verdict she washed and stepped out of the bath. Dried out her skin and then examined the comfortably looking clothing he had brought her. This time she even got to wear underwear, how thoughtful. She wasn't pleased to know that Itachi himself probably chose this for her, which meant that he actually held her panties in his hands, but… oh well. Worse things happened.
While knowing that her wound was in a good shape and didn't need to be bandaged again, she began to dress into a simple white yukata with small pink cherry blossoms. Slowly realizing that she couldn't help but adore that cute little petals spread evenly over her whole dress. The finishing touch was securing her waist with a strap of ivory colored cloth. She even made a nice bow, just for the fun of it. It was hard to dress herself, but there really wasn't anyone who could help her with it. Not like she would ever allow Itachi to see an inch of her skin once again.
Sakura walked out of the bathroom and returned back across the hall. Only to discover that her bed had changed sheets and a bowl full of fresh fruit was waiting for her on the night stand. Along with Itachi bent over the small heart waking up the dying fire across the room. She didn't say a word and quietly sat on her bed, expecting him to leave her alone without a word, like he did all the time. He slowly straightened and turned around. Burying the dark stare right into her face. Sakura clenched her fists and lowered her eyes on the ground, unable to chase away the overwhelming intimidation.
His deep serene voice made her belly squirm. "How are you feeling, Sakura?" What the hell was wrong with her?
She had to clear her throat before answering. "Fine, I guess."
"I'm pleased to hear that."
If she saw his coal pupils now, she wouldn't miss the tender smile flickering inside them. Although the curve of his mouth stayed motionless, Itachi let the strange warmth fill his eyes. Just from looking at her. She seemed so fragile and delicate. Like a dream. The innocent aura heightened by her white yukata he chose for her was perfect. For a second he wished to touch her still wet pink hair, to cup her blushing cheeks and kiss the smooth rosy lips. His always alert vison noticed one last drop of water coming down the velvet skin of her slender neck and Itachi was losing control again. She was unbelievable. And when she raised her big jade eyes to shyly look up into his face, he felt like falling into a million pieces. Luckily, none of that happened or was seen, as he quickly suppressed all those dangerous temptations and measured Sakura with his once again cold eyes.
Arrogant asshole! She could not held her mind from those inappropriate words when she saw his judging look coming down on her. Like all those days he spent gently taking care about her were nothing and he once again regained his stoic approach. It infuriated her! He could be so irritating, like no one else! Not even Sasuke made her this mad just by looking at her. Maybe it was because Sasuke almost never even peeked in her direction, but that was of a lesser importance. Because Itachi was here, towering over her despite being far in the other corner of the room.
She snapped. "What?" Damn him! Not like she expected an answer, anyway.
Itachi silently crossed the room and stopped right in front of her. Her breathing changed and heart picked up its pace. Her mouth parted lightly when he kneeled in front of her.
"May I?" he asked politely and indicated the movement of his hands towards her ankle.
Absolutely stunned, Sakura hesitantly slipped her feet from under the long yukata and slowly embedded it in his prepared palms. The heat of his fingers around her ankle immediately sent an electric bold somewhere between her thighs. She twitched a little, but Itachi didn't really seem to notice, or care. He was focused on her bracelet. She curiously observed what he was doing down there, just a few inches from her leg. Then a quiet "click" sound revealed the obvious. He actually took it down! Sakura quickly closed her mouth before he would saw her dumb face. Then watched him stand up.
"I believe you need to heal yourself," he said, staying still as if he expected of her to start right now.
The sudden feeling of relief relaxed her body when she felt the chakra slowly pouring through her veins again. "Thank you." Sakura whispered, amazed. She looked down on her now free foot. But then… it struck her. Her eyes widened instantly and her heart exploded when she realized the true purpose. The real reason he was doing all this. He planned it! All of it! To the last bit he probably expected her to act just like he needed her and now… now she found herself gullibly entrust her life into his deceitful hands. The familiar dull pressure built itself in her chest again.
"You knew!" she growled and frowned.
Itachi's hand stopped in the middle of his movement. He was reaching for the door, leaving the room, but the air shifted and he knew that the moment he feared just came.
"You did this on purpose!" she screamed, body shaking with suppressed anger.
He sighted and slowly turned around, showing her his standoffish face. It made her even more infuriated. "Those men! In the alley! The attack! Those things they did to me! You've planned it all!" Her eyes were filled with tears she could not stop anymore.
Knowing that the helplessness inside her would catch up sooner or later, he anticipated her reaction. And he could calmly try to explain that none of that was ever in his mind. Yet, he didn't.
"Tell me…" Her voice was trembling with impatience for his answer. "Did you or did you not wanted it all to happen?"
He did not. But whom it would help if he told her that? She probably wouldn't believe him anyway. And even if she did, there would be nothing he could do to take her pain away. The suffering she didn't know how to handle. She was too young, too innocent. Despite knowing how she was going to interpret his silence, Itachi remained mute. Staring down on her with the most unapproachable look in his eyes. She needed to release the pressure and he was the only person she could release it on.
"Why?!" With that shriek she fired up, her fist full of chakra. In a split of a second that delicate creature changed herself into a goddess of vengeance. She was quick, and for a while he wasn't sure if he would be able to dodge her attack even when he already expected it. Itachi closed his eyes, this was going to hurt.
Sakura mindlessly punched him right in the place under his ribs. She clearly heard him gulp for air and he flew a few feet back. Breaking the fragile wooden wall behind him Itachi landed on the remaining rubble.
"I should have known!" she roared when holding her yukata high enough so she could march her way towards him and through the new opening his back just created. If she wasn't seeing red, she would probably notice that something was wrong. That he wasn't fighting back.
Itachi felt one of his lower ribs crack and searing pain immediately devoured his lungs. He choked when some of his blood filled his throat. But by the time he tried to stand up, she was already towering over him and a moment after kneeling with legs spread over his lap. One hand took the cloth of his shirt and the other threw another punch right in his face. This one, fortunately, much weaker than the first.
"I was so stupid!" she cried out when tears clouded her sight and with every new strike Itachi felt her strength fade. He was lucky that her chakra was still a little feeble, with her full power he would have to defend at least a little, or she would beat him into a bloody pulp. Not like she wasn't doing a hell of a job now.
"How… could… I… just… for… a… second… think… that… you…" Her voice failed under the pressure of building desperation.
He would actually enjoyed Sakura sitting so close to his most precious parts. With her legs spread she was now so vulnerable. It would probably take him seconds to lure her into a lustful act… that is, if she wasn't beating the crap out of him.
"Why?"
Her whole body was shivering with hopelessness. Losing all her will, she continued to hit his shoulder with her fist in a way that hammer is nailing a tack into a soft wood. He knew she was broken. She just needed to let off that horrible agony and he was prepared to endure anything she had to throw at him.
"How could you do that to me?" she sobbed with forehead leaning tiredly on his firm chest. Her hand finally stopped and now both her fists were only clenching his shirt while her body continued to shake in a heart stabbing weeps.
Itachi's sight began to fade when the blood pouring freely from the wounds on his cheeks and eyebrows reached his eyes. He cough up some of it to free his throat. The slightly pierced lung was giving him a hard time.
Sudden sharp movement of his body wake her up. Sakura raised her head and looked down on his beaten face. Then froze in a horrible realization. What have I done? Her eyes, filled with new wave of tears, weren't seeing his mouth open to talk.
"I – I didn't."
She twitched when registering his rattle.
"What?" Sakura whispered, unable to believe what she just heard.
Itachi swallowed new dose of blood forming in his throat and for a while held himself from puking, then he spoke again, quietly but steadily. "I'm sorry what happened to you, but it was never my intention."
If her eyes could, they would fall right out of her skull. She was staring at him with mouth wide open. Like struck by an electricity she suddenly jumped off of him and crawled a few feet back.
With his chest finally free, he propped his body with one elbow while he leaned to the side facing her. With a raw cough he released some more blood from the depths of his lungs.
"Itachi…" Her head was spinning overboard. Did he lie? Did he not? Why did he let himself be beaten like that? Why didn't he stop her? Why was she crying again?
"Damn it," she whimpered and on all fours crawled back to him. With no words necessary she placed her hands on his chest and immediately started the healing process.
"Sakura." He grabbed one of her wrists. "You need to heal yourself."
If her look wasn't so hazy she would probably see the tender smile he attempted to form under the agony of breathing.
"Oh, shut up!" she spat and continued.
Itachi fell silent and lied down, comfortably settling on his back. He left Sakura to repair the damage she caused and even closed his eyes in relief when the broken rib was gently placed back into place. He felt his lung magically return to normal, it was blissful. Her healing chakra was amazing, cooling and soothing every hot spot that burned with hurt. Even the one in his heart.
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