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Crossing Field	By : zoestarlightshot Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 7190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’ve read a LOT this past few days, I want to start describing and giving more information for you guys to correctly visualize what I really want to show about the story, but I’m still learning how to convey those details, any tips, comments, articles are INCREDIBLY APPRECIATED.

This is my second version of this chapter, it’s not perfect the way I imagined it, I hope to improve in time.

Chapter 8 - The one that got away, Katy Perry

In another life
I would be your girl
We’d keep all our promises, be us against the world.

    So this is how i’m going to end, defiled, rotting in some rich man's house, being his own private whore.

    “Don’t do anything silly, Dahlia. He now has the same power over you that I had, even more so actually, you can’t defy him, he can use it against you.” Madam Iwasaki was telling her all she needed to know with as much patience as she could manage while fixing the young girls hair for her important departure. “He’s a very important and rich men, you can live well IF you do as he commands, as his job is not exactly legal, as we heard, he has his fair shares of enemies so the house is heavily guarded.” You could feel the small hint of sadness in her voice, but Sakura knew very well that money meant more than the woman's integrity, so in the end, she didn’t really care. “We do have a rule that you can’t be heavily harmed but… I doubt we’ll ever find out if he does, he’s a really important person and his influence can reach us even here, far away from the city.”

    Sakura sat still with lifeless eyes as she watched the old women ready her, Momo-chan stared at them from the door, tears quietly running down her face. The people here probably didn’t even know she was a ninja, much less that her chakra was blocked, they couldn’t help her at all, and if they did, they hid it very well, if it was nearly impossible to escape this house, imagine the fat mans mansion. She could try to knock some of the guards out, it’d even be kind of easy, but there was no way she could get very far with that fucking torture device inside her mind, they’d find her ridiculously quick, she didn’t even know in what fucking village they were at.

    Taking in Kakashi’s secret move every day would be better than this - Inner grumbled inside the broken girls head.

    She couldn’t help wish Sasuke would show up and just chidori her right in the head where she’d just die instantly.

    Quietly she heard someone enter the grief filled room and didn’t even flinch when the voice of her hated enemy, Chocolatte, reached her ears. “Madam, there’s someone here to see you and he says it’s extremely urgent.”

--x--

    “We had a deal, Iwasaki, she was not to be bought or even taken” Itachi’s voice was murderous, his long nails digging holes in their palms, anger filling the air inside the big and overly furnitured office.

    “I’m sorry but he doubled your payment, there’s nothing I can do, if you want her, just cover the value he paid, it’s that simples Takashi, but you’re very well aware that it’s not a small price.”

    He sighed, his teammates would definitely be mad at him.

--x--

    The minutes felt like hours and Sakura was starting to hate her own green eyes staring back at her in that mirror.

    I’ve endured so much for nothing, there’s only so much hope a girl can have.

    There’s only so much abuse a girl can handle

    This passed my limits

    Negative thoughts filled her head nonstop, going through all the things she wanted to do and wouldn’t get the chance, all the shit she’d done, all her friend, everything she regrets, it all didn’t matter now.

    I don’t belong to myself anymore

    The smallest bit of freedom is gone

    “Dahlia?”

    Great, she was hallucinating now, way to go Sakura.

    “Dahlia.”

    Why bother looking, it’s not like he’s really there anyways.

    “Dahlia, look at me.”

    “Dahlia, you’re not going to his place anymore”

    Hah, nice joke, mind, you’re getting good at this Inner.

    It’s not me, Haruno Sakura, look at him!

    “Dahlia, you’re mine now, I took you from him”

    She finally decided to look back, his voice penetrating her fears, looking after the pair of onyx eyes she was expecting to see, and didn’t even know why.

    And it was empty.

    “Why didn’t you make me yours that night?” She sighed.

    Stupid mind.

    “Dahlia, come out, you’re leaving now.” Momo-chan came to fetch her, confused at why the woman was suddenly smiling, even if her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying just a few minutes before. “You’re going to be so surprised.”

    The pink haired girl just ignored her friend enthusiasm and stood up almost zombie-like.

    I just don’t care anymore

    “We’re bringing you to his house, as he asked, and he’ll meet you there, ok?” She reached for the girl, gently laying the old hands in her hips, to help her move a bit faster. “Cmon, Dah, you’re going to be happy!”

    Happy, right, what did that even mean.

--x--

    Sakura was confused, the house was a lot smaller than she expected, it was just a little bit bigger than her uncle's house back in konoha, painted in a really opaque shade of dark red, wasn’t the man like, a gazillionaire?

    Maybe I can escape after all.

    The insides of the house were just as pretty as the outside, Momo-chan, who accompanied them there together with the guards that escorted her, kept talking and talking and talking, yet Sakura didn’t hear a word of it, her mind studying ways to escape, while at the same time admiring how beautiful it was, how familiar it felt, every single furniture there was between the levels of really detailed and humble, all extremely well kept, clean and fit the environment completely, it felt like a warm family home, not one of those really fancy houses she used to visit whenever she needed to check up some of the top notch merchants in konoha because they refused to be treated in the hospital.

    The pink haired girl and her friend sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the man to arrive, the colors of the walls even though matched the dark ones outside, sent a good feeling to everyone inside it, there were no portraits anywhere, but the big flowers and the small adornments over the furnitures gave it all the love it needed, the kitchen was a mix of white and light grey, a hand-thick black line was horizontally painted across the walls, the half wall that separated it from the living room stopped just between her breast line and her waist, above it rested a coffee machine beside a small easter cactus, with its red flowers fully bloomed.

    The living room had two sofas, a long, burgundy one, with highly detailed carvings on its feet, and a black fainting couch right behind the kitchen wall splitting the two rooms, right next to the fancy sofa, placed in a 90 degree angle beside it, forming a small L, in the middle there was a short table, half the length of the long sofa, the glass over it so clear you could perfectly see the dark hardwood flooring, all in front of a dark fireplace, where strong flames heated the place.

    “What do you think Dahlia? It’s a beautiful house, modern too! This will be YOUR house, or at least that was what the madam told me.” Momo held Sakura’s hand as they sat down the light redwood kitchen table. “Apparently you’ll be staying here to avoid the busy movement of his main house, so he could have some real alone time with you.

    “I don’t like being sold, Dahlia, I never wanted it, you know it.”

    “Then I’m glad I’m the one who got you.” A voice emerged from up the stairs, Sakura flinched as it reached her ears. “Right, Dahlia?”

    Itachi walked down the stairs slowly, wearing dark black pants and a white, long sleeved buttoned shirt, with the top 3 ones unhooked, showing off his masculine and seductive neckline.

    “I told you you’d like it!” Momo-chan whispered as she joined her hands in happiness, the old woman knew how much that man affected her, from the two times they met… She saw the change in the pink-haired geisha.

    “... Ta-chan?” She muttered, having a bit of a hard time standing up when she felt her knees falter.

    What the hell is he doing here.

    How does he do all this to my body? I’m a ninja for fucks sake.

    Or at least I used to be.

    How can he make all my skin shiver with just his eyes.

    Is my mind playing tricks again?

    “Hello.” He now stood right in front of her, he was at least 30 centimeters higher than her, his fingers slowly moved up her arms, feeling her whole being shiver and he touched her. “I’m afraid that buying you here was inevitable. Or would you rather go to someone else’s home?”

    “No…” Her hands delicately grabbed his shirt, not only trying to bring him a little bit closer but to hold herself up.“Definitely not.” She could feel his breath caressing her neck when a cough stopped them.

    “A-hem, well, I suppose you’re in good hands, Dah?” Momo was giving the couple a true smile, happiness radiating out her pores.

    Sakura moved towards her, bringing the old lady into a nice and tight hug hold back the tears that begged to run down her face. “I can’t thank you enough, Momo, you took care of me like a mother, please stay well.”

    “I’m relieved to see your eyes alive again, my daughter. I hope you are as happy as can be here in your new life.”

All the kunoichi could answer was give the lady a smile, and wave goodbye while her mind wondered elsewhere.

Why does this feel right and wrong at the same time? I can escape right now, but why doesn’t my body move.

Her body turned around and her eyes met the deep onyx ocean she was looking for, staring at her with heat and passion she could not touch, or understand, every cell in her body moving towards him. Is this what the Yamanaka called irresistible sexual attraction? Why does she felt like being with him was right?

Once in a mission through Kirigakure, an old woman told Sakura a tale about soul mates, people that even their bodies knew they belonged together, she kept going on about how her parents met, he was a missing nin from suna, while she and her family worked in a small fisher farm right outside her village, and that the moment they looked at each other, their bodies instantly answered, even though they fought against it, it was inevitable.

But that’s just a fairytale for little kids.

And it was the closest things to explain what was happening there.

I don’t believe in Soulmates, and if I did, it would be Sasuke.

The kunoichi kept repeating to herself over and over.

“Are you hungry?” He forced himself to say while moving closer, almost feline-like, his eyes making her feel like she was a prey, hunted by a big, wild animal.

“Yes.” She answered, even though she wasn’t really talking about food.

He pressed her against the counter next to the old stone stove, both breathing heavier by the second.

“Now?” His hands brought her up, placing her ass up the counter, legs closing around his waist, their bodies connecting almost perfectly, her mind growing fuzzy every time she felt his lips move against her neck, he’d find the spot that made her world disappear whenever he licked, kissed, bit it.

His head moved up to look into her eyes, waiting for an answer, they both knew they weren’t really talking about food, their minds were already gone and all that was left was the lust and need for each other, all that was left was the sexual tension between them, eager to be sated.

“Yes.” Their lips met, battling against each other, he was dominant, Sakura knew it, she answered his kiss with all the passion within her, every cell aching for his body. His hand tore out the fabric of her kimono, revealing her breasts for him, desperately he moved his face down and took a bite at her left bosom, one hand moved against the right one, while his mouth sucked her nipple in desperation.

“Don’t run again” She begged, pulling him up with one hand while the other moved his pants down, he kissed her deeply, with passion he never knew he had. The rest of her kimono was forcefully ripped off, together his her underwear.

“Take me.”

“Yes.” He muttered, gluing themselves together again, and once again the tip of his member was inside her, moving inside slowly, almost torturing her, he knew it was wrong and horrible, he knew, she could see the lust in his orbs mixed with pain and regret, he closed his eyes and slowly started to pull out, she didn’t deserve it.

Her hands gripped his shirt and forced him to look back at her “Don’t you dare. For fucks sake, Ta-chan, fuck-”

“Hey, Itachi, you there?”

The door opened, revealing red shiny hair and light brown eyes, yet at the same second, the three of them froze.

Shit.

“Holy.”

And suddenly there was a fist mark on his face, and the Uchihas butt reached the floor, their bodies separating just as fast, she didn’t even care that her body was completely naked, her world was spinning and her mind breaking.

“Itachi… Uchiha, Itachi?” Sakura muttered, tears rolling down her face, she couldn’t hold them.

And then, she knew she loved him.

His eyes closed for a second, and as soon as they opened again, his body and face went serious, all feelings gone, just that empty shell she’d seen Sasuke hold for years.

“Hello, Sakura.”

And her heart just couldn’t handle it, conscience gone, the kunoichis body turned off.

--x--

Hello =c
Yeah, now the plot thickens and things start to make real sense.

No more lovey dovey for a few chapters.
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