Book One: Captured Kunoichi

1Book One: Captured Kunoichi

Chapter 5:

Letting her Escape

With much mental debate, I decided to cut out the lemon entirely. Yes, there was a lemon in this chapter, but I took it down a bit because of fanfiction rules. The only reason it is here is because it becomes important to the plot later.

“Who. . .?” Temari was confused. Especially since she couldn’t remember a thing. Only a throbbing pain in the back of her head, along with a huge goose bump that ached whenever she poked it.

“So you don’t recognize me.” Itachi’s head turned and he put on a hurt expression.

“But I can’t be married! I don’t remember my wedding day!” Temari backed against the head of the bed. “How do I know you’re telling the truth?” she interrogated

Itachi moved forward. Too close for comfort. . . “I would never lie to you.” (Yeah, right) “You fell out of a tree. Hit your head on a rock, and that’s why you don’t remember anything.”

“How old am I?” Temari asked, still untrusting.

“You’re only twenty. We haven’t been married that long.” Itachi stated

Temari looked around the room, down at her clothes, then back at Itachi. While his crimson eyes were intimidating, she had to admit, he was pretty handsome. She wasn’t having that hard of a time believing that, perhaps, she was his wife. Not that she remembered.

So this was it? Did she have to B.S. her way through life knowing nothing, so all she had to do was believe those around her, no matter how untrustworthy they seem?

Yeah, that’s about how to put it, hun.

So she did the first thing that came to her mind. Temari sat up and hugged the Uchiha. Or, as some would put it, her ‘husband’. He stood up and scooped her up. Their faces were inches away, but neither one was moving in toward a kiss.

“Does this mean you believe me?” Itachi did his best not to smirk when Temari slowly nodded her head. Looking down, she realized where she was and felt the redness creep up her neck.

“U-um. . . will you put me down, Itachi?” she requested

Reluctantly, she was set on her feet. This time, she actually had a better view of him. Wow, he was tall. His eyes seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. The intimidating crimson along with the little pinwheels reminded her of. . . What was that word?

“Sharingan. . . Mangekyou Sharingan.” Temari mumbled under her breath. That was the one thing she remembered. Not that she knew what it was or what it did. But somehow it affected her.

“What?” Itachi asked. Oh crap, if her memory was coming back already, who knows what kind of trouble he’d be in. Then again, Temari was in a feeble state and couldn’t afford to fight him.

“I need to know what it is.” Temari requested. “Please tell me, Itachi. What is the Mangekyou Sharingan?” Her teal eyes locked with his crimson and she waited patiently for his reply.

Itachi sighed and made his decision on what to tell her. She didn’t need to know the trust just yet. “I. . . have no idea. You must be thinking of something else.”

Temari scanned at his impassive expression. It was hard to tell whether or not he was telling the truth. But since his face didn’t move in the slightest and he didn’t hesitate to answer, so she went with her instincts.

Without noticing, Temari reached her hand up to her head once more to grope the giant goosebump that resided back there. She felt something else back there, as well. Something dry, and crusty. It didn’t take long for her to figure out that it was blood. Not that it was surprising; she probably hadn’t bathed for a day or two.

The blonde looked up at Itachi with a slightly embarrassed look. “Can I, um. . . take a bath?” she asked sheepishly.

The Uchiha said nothing, but led her out of the room and through the building. There was something vaguely familiar about it. Everywhere she turned, she saw her reflection in the mirrors hung on the walls. Not to mention the labyrinth like design, and the spiral staircases.

Temari noticed Itachi’s strange walk. He had his back straight with his eyes up, but his head slightly hung. His foot also made a distinct and eerie ‘click’ every time he stepped.

“Here we are.” Itachi’s monotone voice spoke once they arrived.

It was a large bathroom, and the bathtub was no exception. It was smaller than a pool, but slightly larger than a hottub, and it curved into the ground. There were a lot of soaps and bath salts.

“Want me to keep you company?” Itachi hadn’t said this in a perverted way, but Temari couldn’t help but blush.

“No! I mean. . . no thank you. But, will you stay outside the door?” she looked up at him.

The Uchiha merely nodded. Even though she had lost her memory and rough personality, she made up for it by being just so. . . just so fucking adorable!

Before he walked out, he watched her timidly unbutton the uniform, revealing nothing but a white sleeveless shirt and her fishnet stockings, one of the few things he hadn’t ripped when he first intimidated her.

Teal eyes locked with his before Temari had done anything else. “You can leave now.” she simply stated.

Reluctantly, the Uchiha closed the bathroom door behind him. He stood but inches from the door, his imagination unsatisfied. What could she be doing in there. . .

Temari let the warm water fill the tub before removing any other clothing. She opened one of the bath salts and inhaled. She couldn’t think of what it was, but the scent was quite sweet. Cautiously, she turned her head toward the door before pulling off her stockings.

With all of her clothes gathered into a neat pile, the kunoichi let her bare body slip into the warm water. It felt nice.

Without hesitation, she held her breath and let herself sink to the bottom. Instantly she reached her hand to the back of her head and ran her fingers through her hair for a while. Thank goodness! No more blood.

Temari sat at the edge for a while inhaling the smell of the bath salts she hadn’t closed yet. It was so relaxing. Like it was her first time away from ‘it all’ in days. It wasn’t until she started to dose off that she figured it was time to get out.

The blonde wrapped the towel Itachi had left her around her body. She felt so much better now that she was clean. Temari let her body rest against the bathroom wall, letting out a sigh. It felt so much like home. Maybe, just maybe. . . she really did live here? She felt so at ease.

Quickly, she glanced up at the door when she heard a ‘click’. There was no way in Hell he would try to come in here without her permission!

Yeah. . . right.

“Don’t you dare open that door!” Temari demanded, her eyes flashing with rage.

Itachi came in anyway.

“You’ve got to be done by now. You’ve been in there forever.” he stated as he shut the door behind him. His crimson eyes seemed as though they were looking right through her. “You look better this way.” he stepped closer.

Temari backed up against the wall. “Don’t come near me! Please. . .” she held out one of her hands in a desperate, yet pointless attempt to stop him.

Before she knew it, the Uchiha was standing over her. Temari gulped as she gripped the towel slightly. He wasn’t threatening. His eyes weren’t roaming her body, nor were they filled with lust. He was looking. . . at her face! Not to mention, his expression was blank. She couldn’t read him at all.

It would prove to be a worthy challenge, Temari decided.

“Tell me,” she said, “Why is that you married me?” her face inched toward his, a smirk growing on her face.

The Uchiha’s expression did not change. “You intrigue me. You fight back even when all seems hopeless. . . like now.”

Temari raised an eyebrow. “Why is that? I mean. . . why is it completely hopeless for me now?”

“You’ve lost your memory. You know nothing. So all you’re able to do is trust the strangers around you wondering if you can believe them. Yet, you’re still fighting. I know that I intrigue you as well. You want to know what makes me tick, and it frustrates you when you fail trying to find out.”

Wow, full of yourself, much?

“You’re really cocky, you know that?” Temari sneered and backed up against the wall. Did she really marry this arrogant pig?

“Maybe so. . . but you can’t deny it, can you? It’s what makes you love me.”

Temari’s eyes widened. Damn, he was right. Giving in, she let out a sigh and looked up at him. If not for the towel being her only source of clothing, she would have wrapped her hands around his neck. “Did I really love you before I lost my memory?” she asked

Itachi smirked. “Of course. You did marry me.”

Alright, let’s find out what really does make him tick without dropping any hints. “Prove it. Now.” it was Temari’s turn to smirk. What could he possibly do to prove that? There wasn’t really any other way she could think of right now other than. . .

“How is that?” Itachi was curious, a rare emotion for him. Maybe she wasn’t so hopeless after all.

Yes! She had baffled him. This was easier than she thought. . . the smirk grew wider, and Temari stepped closer to him. “Kiss me. If we are married the kiss should be natural and passionate instead of awkward and hesitant.

Without hesitation, the Uchiha’s lips pressed against hers. Whoa! If she hadn’t asked him to kiss her, Temari would just think he was being forward. His movements were so natural, like he had been waiting for her to ask.

His right hand slipped around her waist while the left pushed up against the small of her back. Needless to say, Temari could do nothing, because she was standing on her toes, and pushing her body forward to reach him, while awkwardly holding up the towel.

His left hand grabbed a fistful of the thin material, threatening to pull it off. This was when Temari pushed him away.

“Don’t touch the towel.” she hissed at him.

“I proved myself, didn’t I?” Itachi insisted “Do you believe me?”

“Yeah but, we can’t just. . .” Temari blushed at the mere thought

“Just what?” The Uchiha moved closer. By the smirk on his face, Temari sensed he knew exactly what she was talking about. The bastard just wanted to tease her.

“You know what I mean! Stop pretending like you don’t!” she yelled at him.

“Alright, then why can’t we? It’s late, most of the others should be asleep. . . and I locked the door. Just for you.” What surprised Temari the most was that his expression was still. . . unfathomable. She still couldn’t read him!

Temari was so caught up in this that she didn’t think to ask about ‘the others’ and Itachi put it. Why did she refuse his offer? He was her husband, right? That’s what married couples did. . . most of them anyway.

She wriggled out of his grip, rushing around him, and backed away. She didn’t want to be confined to the wall. “No way!” she whisper-yelled now that she knew about ‘the others’. “Look, I just want to get dressed and go to bed.”

At a speed Temari didn’t think possible, the Uchiha was standing behind her. “We could always skip the ‘getting dressed’ part.” he joked

“Get out!” she turned around to push him, but the Uchiha grabbed her waist.

“I don’t think so. You really just expect me to leave?”

“Actually, yes, I do. A husband should respect his wife’s wishes. And right now, I wish for you to get the hell out of here!” Temari retorted

Itachi was frustrated. Why wouldn’t she just give in? “You have so much spunk considering the situation you’re in.”

“Please let me go.” Temari sighed against his chest. If he pressed any harder, she’d be smothered. Not to mention he was hurting the bump on the back of her head.

“Actually, now that you’ve calmed, I can get straight to business. . .”

Oh, Hell No! He did not just say that to her! “That’s it!” Temari flailed, kicked, screamed. She looked like an overgrown 3-year-old throwing a tantrum.

And amazingly, the Uchiha still had his firm grip on her. Finally, he set her on her back, almost in the same position they were in when he had given her a lesson on strangling someone–except for the fact that he didn’t have his hands on her neck–not that she would remember.

Temari calmed. Somehow, this position seemed familiar to her. But that couldn’t be! When in the world would she possibly lay like this?!

Oh gee, let’s think on that for a second.

“Give me another chance to prove myself.” Itachi requested. “But. . . in a slightly different way.” To his surprise, when he removed his hands from he arms, she remained still.

“Alright, Itachi. . . One more chance.” Temari whispered, her alluring tone returning from it’s vacation. She hadn’t talked to him like that for a while.

Needless to say. . . it turned him on.

Before he removed her towel, Itachi slid most of his clothing off of his body as well. Temari tried not to stare in awe when he removed his pants. After all, his boxers were still there.

The blonde was trying not to shake as Itachi removed her towel. He slowly put a hand up to arch her back for her and moved the fabric out of the way, gently dropping Temari on the cold tiles. Itachi hid his smirk, for it was too late for the kunoichi to back out now. He leaned down and whispered seductively by her ear. "Are you ready?"

The Uchiha was patient, but he was growing restless waiting for Temari's answer. She simply nodded. That was okay. She'd be making noise soon enough.

Deciding to start off slowly and drag it out, Itachi simply roamed around with his hands when he knew damn well Temari just wanted it done and over with. His hands first started with her shoulders, moving down to her breasts. With a gasp, Temari prepared to cross her arms and shield herself. The Uchiha gently gripped her wrists and moved them back down to her sides. He wasn't going to make his move just yet.

Temari's breathing started getting heavier as his hands moved even further down. She bit her lip when he slightly parted her thighs, waiting for something to happen. Yet, itachi still kept her waiting.

"Just stay like that. Trust me, you'll like this." The Uchiha smirked and Temari tried not to squirm. Oh, yes, he was ready to take her. He gave her a little peck on the lips before moving his mouth to the neck. Itachi licked, nipped, and used the gentlest touch to help her along. Soft moans could be heard if you really listened.

Finally, Itachi bit into her shoulder, deeper and deeper. Temari flinched, and reached up to push him away. But the Uchiha gripped her wrist and simply put it back by her side once more. He was quite satisfied with himself when he could finally taste the blood.

Itachi left a little trail of kisses, therefore Temari was aware where his mouth was at all times. When he was an inch above her breast, she squirmed. "No. . ." she squeaked, her breathing becoming more shallow.

"Yes." Itachi kept moving down until he had a hardened nipple in his mouth, running his teeth gently along the sensitive skin. Finally, the kunoichi gave in and arched her back, allowing him more access. Now came the fun part. . .

"See what happens when you relax and give in?" he told her, moving his head back up so that his eyes met hers. Itachi still had the Sharingan activated, and Temari looked at his eyes suspiciously. "Don't give me that look," he smirked as his hands once again roamed to her now open thighs as he said this.

He gently inserted his middle finger between the folds of skin, content that she was already wet. His middle finger massaged the clitoris; Itachi knew it was the most sensitive body part on a female and was also aware it was the perfect way to drive her over the edge. "Tell me you want it." he taunted.

"Itachi," Temari now rocked her hips in rhythm with him.

His finger moved even slower. "Tell me you want it or I'll stop."

"I--ah!, Itachi!" The Uchiha now moved his finger in a circular motion, and had added his index finger as well.

"Yes, Temari?" He couldn't help but torment her.

She arched her back, and lifted her arms to his neck to grind her body up against his. Slowly, she reached for his boxers. Itachi used his free hand to catch both wrists in time. "You still haven't said it."

"I want it! You're moving too slow!" she yelled at him. She could feel her muscles preparing to tighten.

Suddenly, Itachi stopped. Temari wriggled in agony, wishing he would continue.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Itachi had slipped his boxers off on his own, revealing his erection. Temari closed her eyes again and opened her legs even wider to give him more access. She almost reached her peak the moment he entered.

Itachi wondered if she was a virgin, and if she was, would she bleed? He felt himself ripping through the hymen, but to his disappointment, Temari's body was strong enough, and she didn't bleed.

However, this wasn't the end of the tormenting or little games at all. Slowly, gradually pumped in and out. In. Out. Itachi could feel her stress under him. She obviously hated slow sex. Whereas, he loved dragging things out. And since he was the dominant one, they were going to play by his rules.

"Faster. Itachi, pump harder." she told him, thinking it would take forever to orgasm at this pace. "You. Have. To. Pump. Faster!" she groaned beneathe him.

"Wait a minute. Enjoy it, Temari." he told her between short gasps. "We'll be finished soon enough."

This time, Temari turned the tables and bit into Itachi's shoulder. She felt little electric waves running down her spine and gathering between her thighs. Finally, she could feel her self clenching. "Please, Itachi!" she screamed.

Itachi smirked, knowing now was the time to fully appease her. Just as she had been begging, he pumped faster and harder just as she liked. He could feel his own satisfaction coming.

Temari's muscles tightened, and she clung to the Uchiha, still trying to grind her body against his. She stayed like that for a moment, and her vaginal walls were still clenching tightly.

At last, Temari's body went limp and she was out of energy. Itachi, however, kept going. The very last clench around his member sent him over the wall, and he stopped pumping to cum. He climaxed into Temari while pressing his lips to hers.

Both bodies were limp, and they lay there for quite a while before separating. "How was it?" Itachi looked at Temari, a cocky smirk on his face.

"I love you. But you move too slow." Temari mumbled immediately.

"I'll make sure to pump faster the next time." And Itachi knew there would most definitely be a next time. Whether her memories had returned or not.

The Konoha Gang had returned to, well. . . Konoha. It was too much of a pain in the but to be separated, and without a Hyuuga, it was pointless.

“I sure hope Temari’s okay. Tsunade said she sent a jounin over to Suna to make sure Gaara wasn’t running off.” Naruto piped up.

“That sounds more like something you would do.” Sakura replied, rolling her eyes. This sent into thought, however. Then again, he loves Temari a lot. . . maybe he would be irrational enough to. . .

Sakura snapped out of her thoughts when she noticed Naruto waving a hand in front of her. “You alright there, Sakura?”

“I’m fine Naruto. I’m just gonna go home and get some rest.” she smiled a bit and waved goodbye before she left. I didn’t see Shino or Ino come back. I hope they’re okay.


Because of Shino’s powerful beetles, and Ino’s new control over plants, they had easily defeated the enemy. Unfortunately, the scrawny pair ran away before Shino could ask what they had wanted.

He looked towards Ino, who was mending a little cut on her hand. “What do you think they wanted?” he asked

She looked up at him. “If I had the slightest idea, I’d tell you, but I’m in the dark, as well, so don’t look to me for answers.” she snapped

“We should head back. That battle did last for quite some time.” Shino suggested

“You were the one who was pausing all the time to ask questions!” Ino accused, “Do you really think they’d give you answers in the middle of a fight?”

“...You’re annoying...” Shino said under his breath.


Temari stood in her room alone. She couldn’t believe what she had just done. She and the Uchiha had just. . .

She let out a sigh. It was very difficult to question her own will, especially since she had lost her memory. “Why did I let him? Does this mean we really are husband and wife? Ugh, why does he have to be so unreadable! It would be so much easier if I could tell he was lying. . .”

Temari was very tired and her body ached. She was still in her bath robe, lying against the wall. She figured the Uchiha was up in his room sleeping peacefully. . .

Until she saw him standing in front of her!

“What? Itachi, how did you?” she looked toward the door and back, and as fast as he appeared, he was gone. Temari shook her head and waved her hand frantically in the place he had been standing.

It was probably just a hallucination. She chuckled at herself for being so paranoid.

“What’s the matter Temari?” a malicious voice called to her. . .

“What!” she opened her eyes once more and turned her head to find Gaara half in his Shukaku form. He was using the tail to meet her eye to eye. “Don’t like your little brother this way?” Gaara mocked.

“Little brother?” Temari’s hand flew to her mouth to stifle a scream. An ugly, high-pitched noise escaped her throat. She whirled around to avoid looking at Gaara, only to see a little 11-year-old Kankuro in front of her, his throat crushed.

Temari remembered these illusions! And she knew exactly what caused them. . . “Mangekyou Sharingan. . .” she mumbled.

A lot of people were standing in her room, now. Gaara, a smirking Uchiha, and a dead Kankuro. She backed up against the wall behind her and sunk to the ground, covering her ears.

And Temari heard nothing.

Her eyes popped open to reveal that she had woken up from the nightmare, her memories returned. However, she was still in her bathrobe, coming to the conclusion that everything else had been real. Everything else.

“That bastard! I’ll kill him!” she whisper-yelled. No! Why kill him now? Temari realized that would be pointless. First of all, she didn’t stand a chance against him. Not to mention she’d have a bunch of S-Class criminals wanting her dead. No. . . she had the perfect idea.

Temari pulled the closet door open. She would have to deal with what was in there: The sleeveless net top, and the standard shinobi pants. They were a little loose on her, but it was the best she could do besides the Akatsuki uniform.

Well, this wasn’t entirely fair. . . Temari had no idea where the Uchiha’s room was. It ruined her plan. She just wanted to fool him into thinking she was the poor little soul without her memory.

Then drop the act, murder him, and get out of there before any of the other Akatsuki noticed.

Screw it. Temari thought. I’m better off running away. Revenge isn’t the most important thing here.

Temari wanted almost nothing more than to get home to Gaara and Kankuro. To sleep in her own bed, wear her own clothes, and most importantly, not get followed around by psychopathic bastards 24/7.

Quietly, she unlocked the locks on the window, slipping out. If the Uchiha had no idea her memory had returned, he probably would not suspect she would run away.

Then again, he had caught her time after time. She never found out how he was able to do it, but it was like Itachi could be in two. . . make that ten places at once. Temari shook the thought from her head.

And with that, the kunoichi dashed off into the forest and back to Suna.

Yeah. There IS going to be a ‘Book Two’ incase you are wondering.

Book one is finished. Um. . . Book Two is probably going to be longer. And it had a prologue so that you will not be confuzzled. ; D Kiss, Kiss.

What it this? An EPILOGUE? How interesting:

A figure stood upon the rooftop, smirking at the Kunoichi. Let her run back to her desert home. For he had left a mark that would crush Sasuke’s dream to restore the clan.