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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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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Warnings: ANGST, Fingering, M/F, Minor2, Rape, Work In Progress

The sun was slowly coming up and the deep blue sea obtained a new red and pink glow mirroring on its glassy surface. Sakura couldn't tell how long it was since they arrived on the beach, nor how much time has passed from the moment she lost her virginity to the dreadfully silent man sitting next to her. The only think which burned in her mind was the feeling that she is never coming home. How could she? After what she had done…
They would catch them eventually, but however desperately she had wished for that to happen before, now she would rather die than to go back to her village. Only the image of the pressure they would put her through to get answers. How is she? What did he do to her? What were his intentions? But how could she answer to that if she didn't even know herself?
"Itachi?" she said softly after a long torturous stiffness.
"Hn?" he reacted immediately.
"Was this…" Sakura hardly swallowed with the intention to regain strength into her shaking voice. "Was this a part of your plan?"
Nothing. He gave himself a few seconds before turning lazily to her direction. Measuring her with those onyx eyes. Like he was deciding what to say.
"No," was the simple verdict.
She couldn't tell if it was hate, disgust or other strong emotion that burned in her chest.
"Why then?" she asked with a sign of fear somewhere in the back of her voice.
Itachi returned his cold gaze back to the waves unequally washing the white coast. He awaited this type of question. Maybe after some aggressive or hot tempered scene, but expected it anyway. However answering it was a whole other problem. Should he tell her? And what exactly? The whole truth? Or just the most necessary information?
"And don't tell me that I asked for it!" she barked on him angrily after a moment of irritating silence. "We both were there and if you think I didn't notice-"
"Noticed what?" he interrupted her and took away that stubborn arrogance in her tone.
She froze, words slipped back to her throat and she gulped them and shut up. Then with a frown pierced the ivory grains between her toes. She dug a hole with her thumb and let her feet sink lower to the delightfully soft material, cooling the small scratches on her soles.
"If you're done, we'll set off. There is a harbor about a mile…"
"I'm not going anywhere!" This time it was Sakura who interrupted Itachi's sentence. He stood up and straightened his tall figure above her. It was a clear gesture of dominance, but she wasn't really in the mood to listen. She was hungry, hurting, dirty, angry and desperate. And she had no idea what to do with an overflow of emotions. So she settled with rage, as always.
The steady tone of his voice was disappointed somehow. "You're acting like a child again."
Sakura jumped on her feet as well. Infuriated that even after such intimate act, he could still be so cold and distant towards her. Sharp pain run through all her body, but she didn't even notice that, as her insides were trembling with never-ending wrath.
"So what?! I can act as I please! It's not like you're all normal and stuff! You twisted pervert!" she yelled with her hands buckled in those perfectly curved hips.
Itachi slowly slid his gaze over her childish stance. It was so unlike the position he saw her in not an hour ago. At that time, she was a woman. Moaning, arching and shaking. Making him all kinds of crazy. But the only thing reminding him of her femininity now, was the loose neckline of her still not fixed yukata. Did she noticed that her whole chest was shining with exposed flesh? Did she know? He could not tear his eyes from that alluring view. How much he wished to see her being a woman one more time was strikingly alarming.
"You should adjust your dress," he stated calmly pushing all the corrupted thoughts away.
Grumpy hum came through her nose and she hastily turned around.
Asshole! Idiot! Pervert! A whole bunch of insults ran through her mind when she was fixing her yukata. In the state of rage her brain wasn't really processing things like shame or regret but she was more than sure that those would come. Deciding that she would let the future Sakura deal with that, she focused only on getting enough water, food, shower and as much sleep as she would want.
"So, where is that damn harbor of yours?" she hissed when dressed properly.
"Follow me," he uttered simply and led the way along the cold blue sea.

Two hours? Two days? Who cared? Sakura was only happy when they finally arrived to a small inn just on the edge of rather large looking town. They got room with two beds and right after Itachi closed the door she marched over to the bathroom and stubbornly locked herself in. She was still pissed as hell and not really in a mood to talk to him. The only thing she wanted, was to get her body back to normal and find a way to escape. Maybe she could start a new life? As a medic somewhere people needed her. Oh, how much she would miss Konoha. But at this point she couldn't stand a single thought what would happen if they found them. The medical examination she would have to go through back at home would surely revealed her damaged state. The fact that she gave her body to Itachi, willingly!
Sakura didn't remember much from the thing which happened between them, the fragmented memory appeared too often during the past few days, but the feeling that kept returning to her stomach along with the sore pain in her underbelly, showed her the doom she resigned herself to, when she let her hormones take too much action. She could blame Itachi for what happened, and partly she thought about all of it as his fault, but she was also able to verify that the tingling and lust between her legs wasn't the result of a sinister rape. And thus, because he didn't hurt her physically, she had to bear the burden of emotional pain and her own wicked mind.
Warm water pouring over her shoulders soothed her mind for a while and Sakura slowly realized that the exhaustion was just too much for a single night. Slowly sliding to the bottom she let the hot liquid sing her a gentle lullaby.
Cold and shivering. She twitched. Then the annoying thumping finally stopped.
"You need to get dressed."
Towel prepared in his hand landed elegantly in her lap. Then it hit her! Itachi! Shower! Naked!
"Get out!" she yelled in surprise and embarrassment, pulling the white strip of fluff closer to her chest.
"I brought you new clothes, when you're finished, join me outside," he informed her with icy calmness and turned around closing the bathroom door from the other side.
She still panted heavily, but the adrenaline from an unpleasant awakening slowly faded away. Get dressed? Why? And how the hell did he get through that locked door? To hell with him! She wanted sleep, and food.
Angrily drying out and putting the towel temporarily around her naked skin, she hesitantly peeked out of the bathroom. The plain motel room was empty, with single pile of clothes prepared for her on the closest bed. This time she was holding dark blue kimono with delicate while lilies as a pattern, made from rather thicker cloth. Are they going to travel again? She could not notice that he also brought her a pair of warm and comfortable looking shoes. Oh no, they are surely going to travel again. Grinding her teeth she got dressed and stormed out of the room.
"I'm not…"
She froze at the sight of Itachi standing right behind the door with a white cloak in his grasp.
"It suits you well," he stated when measuring her from head to toe.
"I'm getting sick of this!" she barked in return.
"You'll get your food and sleep on the cruise." Informing her he once again turned around and made his way down the long hall.
Cruise? What? After a while she noticed that she had been standing on the spot with her mouth wide open. Promptly sweeping that dumb look from her face, she caught up with Itachi's figure almost disappearing around the corner. She needed that cloak… and some answers!
It was all precisely like he had promised. They boarded a ship heading to the Land of Iron. As Itachi explained it was because he wanted to avoid traveling across the Land of Sounds. He showed her to her cabin with food already prepared and a soft comfortably looking bed neatly made up. Sakura grew suspicious that it was all Itachi's doing, because none of the sailors, who they were traveling with, looked like they were particularly happy with two extra passengers. But she didn't complain. With the plan to sleep, eat and heal the whole time, she didn't plan to leave her small wooden hideout anyway.
Yet, after almost exhaustively long slumber, she woke up with the need of stretching her stiff limbs. Despite her previous decisions, she climbed up from below deck and displayed her porcelain face to the cold breeze running along the ship drifting through the icy water of North Sea.
When looking around she noticed that the course was probably set and most of the men were warming themselves somewhere under the wooden floor. The sun was about to dive behind the horizon at any moment, coloring the sky into its reddish tones. It seemed she slept through the whole day. That happened rarely.
Sakura moved to the edge and slowly laid her hands on the thick wood forming a barrier along the deck. Losing her sight somewhere in the distance.
No matter how good of a kunoichi she was or at least wanted to be, the despair of her situation reached her once more. Inner struggle was fought in her mind as she was helplessly trying to decide what to do next. Stomach full, body relaxed and a little healed, she wasn't really feeling any better than before. She hoped that the searing pain somewhere in her lungs would eventually disappear, but it didn't seem to be any time soon. All the recent events were slowly catching up to her and she was once again forced to endure the dull pressure in her chest. And she so much wished to find a way from all this mess.
So far, she counted to be out of her village for almost ten days, and there were still no signs of anyone looking for her, but even if they were searching for her, how big was a chance that they would actually find her? And if they actually did find her, what if it would be too late?
By the course of actions her life was hurtling, she could only guess what would happen next. Mostly she was simply scared to think how she would change in the constant presence of certain Uchiha. The way her heart trembled, her breath grew deep and her belly shivered, she knew about the intimidating influence he possessed over her. But there was still something she just couldn't grasp. His sick and twisted intentions made a part of her shake in tremor, but some dark side of her mind actually enjoyed the obscene effect of his touch. By her own common sense, she knew that it was illogical to crave someone so alarmingly deadly, but the chemical reaction in her body were dangerously addictive. Mostly because under his spell she completely forgot… well, about everything, including herself.
"Feeling better?"
Although her heart jumped a little, his sudden presence didn't surprise her. But that soft, calm voice made her knees weak. She had to inhale deeply to insure her tone would be steady. "Yes," Sakura breathed out slowly and settled with that simple answer.
"Good," he whispered and joined her in gazing onto the setting sun. The huge golden ball was just about to touch the glassy surface of the horizon. Rather admirable view, Itachi thought.
"Why?" The question slipped her lips before she could think about the consequences. "And don't act all stupid, you know very well what I'm talking about," she added hastily to avoid any uncomfortable reactions from him.
Without looking she knew that Itachi turned his sight in her direction. Measuring her, like he always did. But Sakura had no intention to grow restless under his blazing gaze. Gritting her teeth she endured the strain of his flaming eyes. Although her insides immediately started to warm up and her knees gradually turned into a useless goo, she stood there and continued to stare into the crimson shades of the sky.
He answered with his own question. "How come you're so interested in that particular answer?"
That shocked her. Sakura gently gasped and her slight frown deepened beneath the pressure of the unexpected storm in her head. Why did she want to know, anyway? She bitterly realized that if she wanted him to answer her, she would have to answer him first. However infuriating it was, she couldn't find any other way. He won, again.
"Well, because…" starting her sentence with no real plan how to finish it, she fell mute. Damn you, Itachi!
He could stop torturing her. In his mind he already found answers like dazzling, hypnotizing, bewitching. But even if he told her, wouldn't it become even worse for her? Knowing that he could not resist her charms on the same level as she couldn't obviously resist his seductive touch.
Sakura sighed. "If you wish to torment me so much, just find another way," she whispered softly. "Please." Closing her eyes under the tense of defeat, she added her plea.
Itachi felt his heart melt. "Sakura," he said tenderly, "look at me." Delicately capturing her chin with his fingers he smoothly forced her to turn towards him and rise her gaze up. She was captured in an instant and her hands loosely fell along her body.
As much as she wanted to stick to her frown and prevent her shoulders from trembling, the effect of his now onyx eyes devoured her once again – Sharingan was gone. She was drowning in the gentle attention he gave her lips when softly stroke his thumb over them. The whole world disappeared and she realized that a tiny part of herself wished for nothing else but to kiss him.
"I'm truly sorry I took something so precious away from you."
Don't do this to me. Her mind wept but her body gave out. She always wanted Sasuke to look at her like this. Yet never imagined that it would be someone so different and still so similar to the love of her life who would consume her with the subtle attention.
"Why then?" she whimpered, broken by her own treacherous emotions.
"Simply because I found you…" He gave himself some time to think while tangling his fingers in those velvet pink strands of Sakura's hair and wandering his eyes around her stunned face. Like he was trying to choose the right word, "...captivating."
Her mouth opened in a surprised awe. Did she really hear right? Her thoughts were interrupted by his presence which suddenly became too obvious as he leaned down, missed her cheek just a little and buried his nose among the pink flood of silk delight. Sakura mildly gasped when Itachi inhaled her fragrance and then softly hummed in her ear.
"I wonder if it's just me, or your chakra really has this rare rosy color." His voice vibrated through her spine and she had to bite on her lip to stop another gasp that would surely sound too close to a real moan.
Then he straighten up and made a single step back. It was so sudden that her body instinctively leaned forward to reach that alluring warm of his chest once more. She immediately blocked herself from continuing and pierced him with angry stare while the pace of her heart was returning to normal and her breath grew shallow.
"It's getting cold out here, we should head inside," he uttered simply and with his usual poker face back on, disappeared on the stairs under the deck.
As the presence of Itachi's body faded, Sakura realized that he was right. Sun continued to drown itself in the rush of reddish colors and the temperature outside dropped every inch the boat floated north. Although she didn't particularly want to spend the night in the small cabin with him, she also had no intention to freeze to death. So with a defeated sigh she hesitantly followed his example and returned back to her previous sleeping chamber.
After she walked in, he was already comfortably positioned on the single piece of furniture the room contained – the bed. She never before even considered to share that area with him. Although the mattress was wide enough for both of them she stiffened with the hand still on the door handle. Her lips mildly parted in surprise and Sakura suspiciously measured his calm figure. Hands resting on his stomach, legs casually crossed one ankle over the other and the Akatsuki cloak folded under his back which leaned lazily on the wooden wall, no signs that he planned to leave. He returned her stare with uninterested black gaze. The blanket that covered and heated her body during the day was perfectly prepared on the other side of the bed. Neatly folded as always.
What exactly was he expecting her to do now? Just sleep there? Next to him? Although he maintained a safe distance while lying at the very edge of the bed it was still one mattress, one space and only a few inches would part their flesh. Opening her mouth to protest she found her brain washed. Only from the image of being closer to him, her belly squirmed.
Itachi was the first to break the silence. "Are you planning to stand there for the rest of the night?"
Sakura frowned and closed the door behind her. But didn't make a single movement towards the bed. She wasn't tired after all, she could just sit of the floor, or something.
"Do as you please, but I need some sleep as well." With those words he slid lower and used the folded robe as a pillow. Turned on the side away from her she saw his body relax and muscles loosen up.
This was twisted on so many levels! She raged. But what was she supposed to do? Even in the warm kimono and her own white cloak she felt her hands grow cold. Soon it would be her whole skin, shaking and freezing. Beaten by her own resignation Sakura finally made those few steps and gently seated herself on the other edge of the bed. Turned around and while Itachi was still motionless, obviously falling asleep, she unfolded the thin blanket and covered her whole body while stretching her legs along his.
She felt weird, not really knowing what to expect. What he would do? What if he tries something? Like touching her! Her stomach tingled and clenched only under that thought. She closed her eyes tightly, forcing that image away from her mind. Just stay calm and wait for the morning. Then it would all be over. Only a few more hours.
As minutes passed he seemed to fall into a deep slumber. Although she considered herself not tired nor sleepy, the sound of his steady breath along with gentle swinging of the boat made it very hard to stay awake. Dropping her guard and letting her lids be waddled by the sea, Sakura slowly drifted to the world of dreams.

Since he was normally used to sleep for merely few hours, Itachi soon felt his mind awaken. If it was because he actually slept long enough or because Sakura next to him was shaking like crazy, he didn't know. Opening his eyes, he found himself positioned on the back. Quick check showed him that the room was empty, sky was still dark and the boat was floating rather steadily. After instinctive analysis of his surroundings he tilted his face towards her direction. She was cold, obviously, showing him her crouched back. Despite the cloak and the blanket, her body was trembling every other second in an irregular intervals. He shifted on the side and propped his body with one elbow. Then softly placed his other hand on her rattling form.
"Sakura."
She wasn't asleep. She had woken up frozen and shivering. Currently, she did everything to stop herself from shuddering every other moment. So busy with her own thoughts she didn't even notice that the body next to her moved. But when she felt a gentle touch on her shoulder, her mind exploded under that sudden realization. Touch! Itachi! Next to her!
With a gasp she swiftly turned around and promptly caught the wrist hovering over her. Did she move while asleep or was he closer than before? Her body stiffened and despite the cold devouring her hands and feet, her stomach warmed itself with overwhelming hotness. Her big jade eyes were captured in his lazy black gaze.
Seconds turned into an eternity while both of them just lied there, motionless, waiting for the reaction of the other. Sakura felt her heart pick up the pace and while her whole chest was crunching into a small ball, her lungs magically needed more air than usual.
So close! She gulped.
So close that she almost felt their knees and chests touching. She heard her mind wail and wished for nothing else than to soak into the dirty mattress.
"I'll get you another blanket," he announced. His hot breath blew over her face and warmed the cold tip of her nose.
The whisper came out inadvertently. "No."
What? Are you crazy? In an instant, she regretted that one damn syllable.
"Any other suggestions then?" asking mildly he slightly raised his eyebrows.
Everything about him consumed her. His scent, his eyes, his warmth, the feeling of his skin under her fingers as she was still convulsively squeezing his wrist. Didn't matter how much she tried to hide it, it was clear that he knew, he must have known. It was impossible not to notice. Her cheeks burned with red, her breath grew deep and shaky and her heart pumped so loudly that she felt it all the way in her throat. All she managed to do, was almost invisible shake of her head as an answer to his previous question that still echoed in her mind.
He sighed and closed his eyes in resignation. At least that was how it looked like to Sakura. If she just knew that it was a sign of his consciousness spinning overboard, she would probably reacted differently and ran as fast as she could, for her own sake. But she did none of that. When the seizing stare of his piercing eyes perished, she let her tensed muscles relax and released the grip on his wrist.
She secretly slid away on the edge of the bed, the few inches were enough for her to feel a little safer. She lied down on her back and let out silent relieving breath. She pinned her eyes on the log ceiling. There, the fading light of the oil lamp innocently swung along with the floating boat. The candle was seconds from burning out.
Oh no! In an instant the room fell completely dark. Shit!
Her senses fired up notably and with every new breath her ears were crushed by the paralyzing stiffness. Creaking of the boat, splashes of waves disappearing into the hull of the boat. She was able to hear nothing and everything at the same time. Looking for that particular sound of the cloth rustle Sakura waited.
"You are going to be cold again very soon, Sakura."
She twitched at the sudden sound of his voice and bit on her lip while her fingers pressed the blanket closer to her chest. She managed to squeeze a few words through her narrowed throat. "It's – it's fine."
"Why are you so scared?" he asked politely but somewhere deep in his tone was a sinister plan already popping up.
"No… not, I'm not." Despite her words, the trembling tone of her voice spoke for itself.
"It's not like I want to hurt you." That normally steady and calm flow changed into something foul, filled with shady thoughts as he was slowly submitting to his own desires.
Sakura felt the hem of her blanket shift and something slipped under it. Her eyes widened and the impenetrable black of her surrounding pushed onto her bright green pupils with its full force. She almost jumped out of her skin when a soft touch of his fingers reached her waist.
"No…" Desperate whisper came through her lips but Itachi didn't pay any attention to it and slowly creeping his fingers he wrapped his arm around her. Pulling her hungrily closer to him at the same time as he pressed his own body tightly to her shoulder. She felt her stomach explode with the familiar fire that quickly traveled down between her legs. Tickling and itching on its way.
"If you wish to stop me so badly, then make me," he growled and too late Sakura realized how close to her ear his lips were. Biting on her own lip she instinctively tilted her head away from that longing heat of his mouth. The hand on her stomach carefully made its way up to her chest where her firmly folded arms protected her breasts. Itachi lazily griped one of her wrists and without any real force straightened it along her body, then proceed to do the same thing with the other arm.
Oh no! Not this again! She pressed her lids together when the exposed neck gave him an opportunity to taste her skin. And he did it with torturing patience while he placed those feather kisses on the sensitive place where the artery pumped the blood in her brain. For a few seconds she forgot about the world around her while her head spun and her mouth strangled a gasp. She swallowed it hardly and hoped for Itachi not to notice. His fingers, gently unfolding the layers of her clothes, returned her back to reality with an intensity of a lightning. But it was already too late, she felt his palm creep between her breasts and stop there for a moment like a snoozing puppy. The feel of his skin burning against her flesh was unbearable and her breath shook only from the image of where else he could reach.
"I can feel your heart beating," he purred into the creamy flesh on her nape and she immediately felt goose-bumps traveling through her whole body like a wave of ice and fire. Her thighs pressed together and rubbed themselves under the need to dispose her of the heat building between them. But it came out more like there were expanding the excitement even more. The palm on her chest moved up and she instinctively twitched. With a tender touch the pads of his fingers caressed her jaw and with smooth force he turned her face towards him.
A kiss so soft that she instantly melted and for merely a second felt her limbs relax. Lips so addictively gentle tasted her own and however she wished for her brain to work, it was quickly clouded with the lustful fog that reached from her lap up to her head. Just like before, he gradually increased the pressure and a delicate peck turned into a passionate fever. She couldn't stand it anymore and mildly moaned into his mouth, which was soon repaid with a dark growl coming somewhere from his chest. Feeling her own body squirm, as a new wave of desire stroke through it, she clenched her fists. Against her will, her spine arched lightly and gave Itachi an impatient signal.
It was just like the time on the beach and still somehow different. This time it wasn't adrenaline pouring into her veins. It was pure lust along with a tiny amount of fear. And it was all so wrong! After all he was still an S-class criminal. Evil, sick, corrupted, wicked, vicious…
Sakura could name all the bad things she considered Itachi to be and still was unable to stop his hand making its way down to her waist. She already knew what was going to happen, as his body pressed to hers with the urge full of hunger for her exposed flesh. And just as she remembered to surrender to him then, she was highly suspicious that he would achieve the same effect promptly, right after his fingers would reach the source of all the heat in her.
They're going to have sex again.
Wait, sex? Sex! "Hmf… don't!"
When the innocent girl deep inside her reacted to the forbidden word, she hastily parted their lips and swiftly caught his wrist rushing towards the gap between her thighs. She felt his fingers tickle her lower belly and tensed her muscles in order to maintain cautiousness. The fog in her mind lifted and the sounds around her returned. She felt the boat swinging, heard the waves splashing and noticed Itachi next to her panting, blowing her face with his hot breath again and again, while he was waiting what she would do next.
But her wavering lasted too long. And when the motionless stage became too much to handle even for him, he tried to force his hand and continue to devour her in the desire she felt a not moment ago.
"No," she whispered softly but steadily. The strength in her voice returned and she confirmed it with the secure seize around his wrist.
She couldn't see him, but the ominous grunt clawing up his throat and ending somewhere between his gritting teeth could not be missed. He was more than simply annoyed by her sudden decision and the unexpected change of mind. But she seemed quite adamant in her verdict. The hand in her grip grew shaky, like he was fighting against himself. What if he would just continue? Despite what she managed to do… she actually made him stop! But he was unquestionably stronger, and if he decided to have her, regardless her own choice to forbid him, she would be helpless.
No! He wouldn't rape her… Or would he? She gasped under the pressure of her own fears and squeezed the wrist in her grasp even more.
"You have no idea…" he pushed the husky voice through his teeth and the trembling hand retreated.
Sakura let out an easing sigh. She was safe. Her body relaxed and accepted the other lying tensely next to her with tolerance. His face buried itself among her hair in a surrendering gesture. As her heart beat returned to normal she felt somehow comfortable despite the tight presence of his flesh still pressed to her side.
He just couldn't! Never in his life, had he imagined her to become this strong in will. Although it was extremely annoying, he was also somehow proud. But he still had that other problem, waiting and pulsing in his pants. Was he going to stay behind and let a fifteen year old girl shame him in a matter of control? Definitely not! Inhaling deeply he let his erection departure and forced his blood to circulate only in those necessary places, which was actually everywhere except his shaft. It took a while, but the effort paid up and he found his calmness gradually return.
"Sakura, turn around," he whispered gently and although it was a clear command, she trusted him in this point. Funnily enough…
"Okay," agreeing hesitantly, she tilted her back towards him. Surprised gaps came through her lips when his arm wrapped itself around her waist again and Itachi spooned her firmly from behind. It was gesture so confidential and intimate that she couldn't stop the delighted hum somewhere in her chest and inadvertently snuggled deeper into his arms.
"Just don't move too much," he warned her with that hoarse tone slightly returning to his voice.
Was he really having so much trouble to control himself? That couldn't be it. She chuckled softly and let the heat of his chest warm her body.
For this moment, she felt as safe and comfortable as ever. The delightful pressure of his breathing pushing and then retreating made her sleepy and before she even realized, the movements of their lungs evened. A deep slumber took over both of them as the ship kept peacefully floating towards their destination.
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