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Chapter List
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Title – Snow Cabin

Rating – NC-17

Source – Manga

Pairings – Itachi/Sakura

Summary – During a seemingly boring mission, Sakura finds herself out in the frozen elements, with no where
to go. Itachi gives her sanctuary... for a cost. What will happen with an inquisitive
Uchiha and a Kimono-clad Haruno?

Author – Mistress DragonFlame

Notes – Well, here it is, my first written and published NC-17 fanfic. I was a
good girl and waited until I was 18 before publishing it, but I fully admit
I’ve been reading them long before now. And I know a good half of you are as
well, and frankly I don’t care (Hell, Sakura’s only 17 in here). Actually, I
think this would be good for you to read—it’s a more realistic view on how sex
actually happens.
This story contains major spoilers
to Anime viewers (especially you Cartoon Network junkies.), but for the Manga,
its takes off right after chapter 340. What happens in the remaining time
Sasuke has was not very large, or important. So if someone, say Kakashi, dies
in the manga during the time I’ve elapsed and this story contradicts it,
consider this story AU—diverging from chapter 340 on.
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Sakura yawned from her place on the train. As the star
apprentice, and adopted daughter to the Fifth Hokage, certain things were
required for her to do. One of which was to be a diplomatic gofer. It was dull,
it was boring, it was too important to send someone else, or to allow one of
the council members to poke their noses into it, but not important enough for
Tsunade herself to see to it. So that left Sakura.
So here she was, sitting with her legs propped up on the
seat in front of her, head thrown back in utter boredom, with a chuunin escort
sitting next to her, nose buried in a probably raunchy book. It wasn’t a Come
Come book—she was use to those—but rather one that Kakashi’s favorite series
probably was initially based off of, only with more plot.
The chuunin depicted the epiphany of the readers of such books, middle aged
female with too much time on their hands. Sakura wondered, vaguely out of lack
of anything better to do, if the woman had a husband who was always gone and
thus she was left to her own devices and hands, or if the woman even had a
special someone. Now that the pink haired Jounin thought about it, she didn’t
even know the other woman’s name. She probably was told, but it didn’t really
matter. She never saw this person before, and probably never would again as she
was a Stone Ninja, sent to escort the diplomat—Sakura—to the Tsuchikage, where
they are to discuss the time frame and basic outline of the next chuunin exam.
It wasn’t the first time Sakura did such a thing, and definitely wouldn’t be
the last. As the team mate of Naruto, the future Rokudaime, she probably would
be squandered into doing them once he took control.
And, of course, it was absolutely lovely (Note the
sarcasm) that being a diplomat meant she had to dress the part—full Kimono
attire with traditional geta, including makeup and her pink locks done up
intricately. At least they allowed the tickly padded Haori over the top of the
assemble, so she wouldn’t be cold. Even though she was snuggled up in the
middle of the small, empty escort train, it was still a midwinter blizzard
outside, and she could tell without even looking. The snow fell in thick waves,
twirling about on the wind before vanishing from view. Everything was swallowed
up by the darkened white, the pitiful light of the train not even reaching the
ground.
Lethargically, she lifted her head and fiddled with her
sleeve, observing her outfit again. Though it was bothersome to wear, she had
to admit it was very beautiful. The Haori went to her thighs, a striking blood
red with two small golden koi fish swimming across the
back, sending silver ripples scattering in their wake. Her kimono was of a deep
blue, fading to the color of a midsummer sky at the top, with a fully flowered
plum tree stretching across its surface. Her obi was silver, the same as on her
jacket, with black Konoha leaves dancing around it, a jime belt boldly showing
itself in bright Naruto orange as it flashed over the center. Her hair and make
up was painstakingly done by a professional before she left a good twelve hours
and three trains previous, so the only thing that separated her from a normal diplomat’s
daughter was her Konoha Headband around her neck, and the various hidden
weapons tucked into her outfit. She may be a diplomat, but she still was a
ninja.
She was just staring at her feet when suddenly, quite out of
no where, the glass window behind her shattered as a body threw itself in.
Instantly she was up, a kunai in one fist and a shuriken in the
other. The rogue ninja wasn’t alone, because several more ninja barreled into
the room from the other compartments. The stone chuunin was trembling next to
her, clutching at a kunai, obviously never having expected to be attacked this
far into Stone Country.

“Are you the Konoha ninja?” Asked the one directly in front
of Sakura. He, for the voice was deep and rough, was cloaked head to toe in
light grey, not a single thing uncovered except for his eyes, which burned a
strange dull ash. There was no headband exposed on any of them, but Sakura had
a sinking suspicion they were Sound ninja. Strange, though, as for the last two
years Konoha had seen nor heard anything about the village Orochimaru created.
“And if I am?” Her green eyes scanned the surrounding enemy,
observing each one. They all were probably middle to upper chuunin, each covered
in the same dull white, some with snow blending and melting onto them. They
probably had been following the train for a while, waiting for the time to
strike. All in all, there were seven of them, poised to attack.
“Then you will come with us.”
“No,”

“Dead or alive, it doesn’t matter, but you will come.”
In that instant, she and the surrounding enemy sprang into life. The Kimono was
terribly restricting and her geta were awkward, but she had been trained just
for an instant like this, and ducked and maneuvered through the attacks as best
as she could. The stone chuunin was killed shortly into it, crumpling to the
floor with a kunai lodged into the back of her skull. With a flick of her own
wrist, Sakura sent a handful of shuriken to the offending ninja, each one
digging deeply into the soft flesh of his stomach and throat.
Sakura ducked under a clawed hand, slamming a chakra filled
fist into the center of the attacking chest, sending the ninja flying heavily
through the window she recently looked out of, shattering the glass as if it
was paper and disappearing into the passing snow covered scenery.
She knew it was against her to fight in a confined area
while in her present conditions, so she leapt out the window after the flying
body, attaching her feet and hands to the side of the train as she went.
Freezing wind bit deeply into her, but she ignored it expertly, using her
perfect control to regulate her temperature. It took a bit of energy to
maintain her warmth in this cold, but she had enough to take care of the
remaining ninja before she was depleted.

She bolted onto the snow covered roof, hand blurring as she
spat out a Katon jutsu to the first one who followed her. “Katon: Goukakyuu no
Jutsu!” she shouted, and a following painful scream erupted from the attacking
ninja. The flame engulfed ninja hurdled themselves off the side into the snow,
disappearing as the abnormally short and fast escort train sped along its
tracks. ‘Driver’s probably dead,’ she thought absently as she blocked a
sword with her kunai. ‘So the train’s under enemy control.’
She expertly dodged and attacked as the need arose,
desperately thinking of why they wanted her. Despite being Tsunade’s apprentice
and adopted daughter, there wasn’t much value to her beyond that. It was an
agreement the village extracted from the Godaime that if she was ever captured
for ransom, only Tsunade’s own personal treasury would be available to be
offered, and anything else was off limits. And while it was a substantial
amount, it was a far cry from the cost it would be to take down one such as
Sakura. And if they were after Tsunade through her, then they were fooling
themselves. It was common knowledge throughout every country that if she was
indeed captured, she would not be bargained for. They might as well capture any
passing Chuunin for the good it would do them.

Sakura gasped, as suddenly her geta slipped on a hidden
sheet of ice along the bare metal of the train, barely maintaining her balance.
She had been slowly moving to the very back of the train, and the sudden lack
of snow made her falter, nearly falling off the edge. There were only four
enemies’ left, the better of the original, and each knew what they were doing. However,
while they all showed at least some wounds of battle, she hadn’t
even torn her (very expensive) outfit.

“I think this should cool your temper a bit, little
leaf-nin.” The one that spoke before, now bloodied from the fighting, sneered
as he appeared before her, giving one good shove to her shoulder, forcing her
over the edge.

Instinctually, Sakura curled and rolled in the air to slow
down her speed, landing on her feet onto the frozen tracks. Tumbling to a stop,
she managed to stand breathing heavily as she stared at the disappearing train.
She knew, without a doubt, she would have a better chance at survival if she
made it back on that train, then out here in the frozen and bitter lands.
She made a quick decision, using a burst of chakra redirected
from her heating, shooting towards the train while attempting to maintain
balance in her geta. Already she shivered at the cold, her breath coming in
quick bursts of white in front of her eyes before being whipped away in the
flurry of falling snow.

The train danced in front of her, and she could hear the
snide calls of her enemies, making her all the more determined to catch up and
beat them bloody. Panting, she finally was close enough and sent out another
burst of charka, flinging herself to land on the back guardrail. But before she
could even get close enough to touch, a solid kick came out of no where and landed
on the side of her head, flinging her into a large snow drift on the side of
the tracks.

She blinked away the blood, panting heavily against the
stitch in her chest and automatically redirecting her chakra to heat her
shivering body. She groaned in a defeated way as the glowing red tail lights of
the train were swallowed up by the storm, vanishing as if it had never been
there at all.
Sakura brought up a hand and used a small amount of chakra
to see, and confirm, that she received a slight concussion from the blow. It
was an easy fix, but now she was down even more energy to keep warm with.
The wind was relentless, sucking out every bit of warmth she
thought she could collect as she staggered to her feet. Her clothes were damp,
she couldn’t feel her toes, and her teeth hurt from the biting cold as she was
forced to breathe through her mouth. She pressed her tongue against their backs,
closing her eyes as they momentarily ceased causing her a headache.
‘Think, girl, think,’ her mind said and she snapped
her eyes open to the gale again. She knew that these god-forsaken lands had
safety houses stationed in strategic locations—she had been overseeing their
development in the rout from Suna to Konoha a year or
so earlier. And, since she was on a railroad track, she knew there had
to be one somewhere either in front of her, or somewhere behind her.
They probably were placed a certain amount apart, to offer the maximum benefit.
How close they were all depended on how many people got lost around here, the potential
of people getting lost, and the chance of robbery. So it could be anywhere from
a mile, to thirty.
But there was another problem as well. Where should her
energy go? Speed or warmth? She had less then a third
of her reserves left after the fight, and either task would zap it very
quickly. She knew this decision probably would mean life or death for her. If
she went fast, her body would produce more heat then normal naturally. However,
if she went slower, she’d be less likely to miss any safety shacks she passed,
as they’d probably be half-way buried under the snow, and the falling ice from
the storm didn’t help any for her vision. Grudgingly, she huddled into herself
and started off along the tracks, focusing her remaining chakra to keep her
warm in the most necessary spots.

She didn’t know how long she walked in that storm, her
breath puffing in front of her before being snatched away by the icy wind; her
hands shook, clutching at her haori, snow finding its way down into each and
every crack in her clothes and her long sleeves flapped in the wind like some
sort of banners. She couldn’t feel her legs, her feet were a distant memory,
but she knew she was moving. The wind zipped and whistled past her ears,
covering every sound except for her panting breath. Her head pounded and ached,
and she longed for a hat. As a medic, she knew most of her heat was escaping
from her uncovered head, but she could do nothing about it. She was just
thankful that her hair was pinned back, so as to not impede upon what remained
of her eyesight in this white out storm.

Her energy flittered away far too quickly for her tastes,
and she stumbled along until she found that she was lying on the partially
covered, frozen wood of the rail tracks, not moving but finding she didn’t
really care. Idly, she wondered what the sound-nin would do once they realized
she’d frozen to death. She knew, from the way they fought without given any
killing blows, or ones that would severely injure her, that they meant to
capture her alive, despite what they had said. They probably were coming along
to collect her right about now. Too bad for them she’d be dead in just a few
moments, huh?
Too far gone to even shiver, Sakura closed her eyes and gave
into the blissful darkness that promised her warmth and comfort, headless to
the snow that collected on her prone form, erasing her from the world’s view.

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Sakura groaned slightly, curling deeper into the warm nook
her body carved for itself in the comfort of her sheets. She sighed, not
wishing to drag herself fully into the land of the awake, but knowing she had
to. She shifted again, bitterly thinking that they could have afforded the Hokage’s
daughter a softer bed. If felt as if she was on rocks. I
mean, sure Konoha and Stone had a war a few years go, but she still was on a
friendly, diplomatic trip all the bloody way up there. It was bad enough she
had to wear that stupid kimono and ride that stupid train, far out into the
stupid frozen wasteland that was stupid Stone, with the stupid attacking sound ni—
Oh... shit.

Sakura didn’t move at all, didn’t react, to the knowledge
that she was supposed to be a pink headed icicle that flooded her being. She
didn’t know if she was in danger or not, because it was far more likely that
the sound ninja collected her near death body and took her godknows where then
some random kind hearted person who happened to have some protection against
the elements and could somehow melt her from her seemingly cryogenically frozen
state. So she maintained her even breathing, not twitching a pinky, giving the
illusion that she was still perfectly happy and asleep. She cast out her
senses, gathering what information she could. She wasn’t dead, she knew that.
She was covered in a cloth of some sort, and she was obviously lying on a
floor. It wasn’t stone, as she initially thought, but cold wood—she could feel
the grooves from years of wear and tear. She could smell smoke from a fire, and
felt its warmth dance on her face while a chill flicked at her back, meaning
she wasn’t in an industrial building with central heating. From the heaviness
of the smoke, she could tell it was a small one. Probably a small shack. She
wasn’t damp at all, and could feel all her fingers and toes individually,
meaning she got some type of professional care when she was found to have
survived the frost bite. Finally, the most blissful and worrying thing was, was
that she was alone.

Sakura opened her eyes, and confirmed there was a fire right
before her. She smiled into its depths for a moment before lifting her head up
and looking around her better. The room was indeed very small, the walls
covered in shelves that were cluttered with both useful and useless things.
Using an arm to further prop herself up and slightly twisting her back, Sakura
took in the rest, gazing over some stored dried and canned goods, the cloth
slipping slightly as she stretched around. The open floor space, from
wall-shelf to wall-shelf was probably just barely as long as her if she were to
stretch out her arms and legs while lying down, and about an arms length from the
wall-shelf to the dip in the wood that gave way to the built in fire pit.

The slight sound of scrapping caused her to instantly freeze
in her observations. The sound continued, and she turned, eyes taking in what
the fire had covered before from her position on the floor. There, sitting as
if without a care in the world as he trimmed his nails on a kunai, was someone
she last saw in a nightmare.
Uchiha Itachi.

It was that very second of horrified realization that she
noted another thing. Funny how these things are skipped over when it’d be a
good idea to take note of them, but jump straight to the forefront of your mind
once you realize things couldn’t possibly get any worse, but the new
information does indeed, make things worse. Know what she just found out?

She was completely naked.
Quicker then she had ever moved in her life before, she
clutched at the blanket and darted back further into her own corner, as far
away from him as possible. Why the hell hadn’t she sensed him?! Her
hand snapped over her eyes as Itachi looked up at the sudden movement while her
other hand firmly made certain she was covered.
“Ah, you’re awake.” His voice, smooth as silk and as rich
and addicting as chocolate filled the area, and her heart skipped a beat. The
deep, dark sound just made this all the more real, instead of being—as she had
been hoping—a strange, post-concussion illusion.

The only sound that persisted was her own panting, fearful
breathing and the sound of the kunai ever so boredly scrapping away the ends of
his nails, making them all uniformly blunt. Of course, her heart was pounding
so loudly in her own ears, she was nearly certain he could probably hear it
too, but she knew that was false on a professional level.
But he didn’t move. This made her slightly braver, and
realizing how foolish she must look, brought her hand down to help it’s sibling
clutch at the cotton that covered her bare form, though her eyes remained
clenched tightly. Still, he didn’t move other then to work at his nails. Why
hadn’t he killed her yet?

‘OK, ok, ok... Calm down, think this
through.’ Her eyes started to
hurt from the straining, and she forcefully relaxed them, taking a deep calming
breath. She forced another, mind racing as she peeked her eyes barely open,
focusing on the ground immediately next to her. If he was going to kill her, he
would have when she was prone and helpless. It was more then likely that it was
him who saved her, for whatever reason. At the very least, Itachi killed
the Sound ninja that had brought her to this hut and then decided to spare her.
For what motive, she wasn’t sure, but first things first, “W...where are my
clothes?”
“They are over there,” A movement, seen from the corner of
her eye, gestured to the shelf opposite to her. Her white nagajuban was sitting
folded up on the bottom shelf, while her obi, brightly decorated outer kimono
and her haori hung from the banisters, occasionally dripping.

As quick as she had ducked into her corner, she snatched at
the only dry covering article and dressed herself without revealing anything
thanks to the black blanket she still had wrapped around her. It was a skill
born of being the only girl on many, many different missions while being
confined to a single room. So Sakura scurried back into her corner, making sure
the plain white and blissfully thick kimono was securely tightened around her.
She wasn’t stupid enough to think that wearing it would offer much protection,
but she would take what she could get. And besides, it was cold in the room.
“Last night,” Itachi spoke again, and she prided herself on
the fact she didn’t jump at the suddenness of it. “I felt a chakra approaching.
I found you a quarter mile down the tracks, not responsive to any stimulus. It
peeked my interest, that you would be way out here dressed as you were. So in
return for saving you, you will answer a few questions for me.”
Sakura licked her dry lips, swallowing heavily, eyes focused
on his feet to show that she was paying attention to the conversation. “Wha—what if I refuse to answer?”

“I will not kill you, if that is what you’re assuming.” At
this she stupidly risked a glance to meet his still black eyes, “But I will
leave you back where I found you.”
She looked back to his feet, nodding her acceptance to the
terms as she silently berated herself for looking at his eyes. She knew that these
measly four walls, floor and a roof were the only reasons she was still alive,
that if she went back out into the snow storm that raged on, rattling the
shack, she would die. “As... as a Leaf ninja, there will be certain things I
will not be able to answer.”

“My questions will pertain to you, not to Konoha. If
something intrudes onto Konoha affairs, you will not have to answer it.” Her
eyes only flickered to his hands now, where they were still fiddling with the
kunai. “While residing in this building, you need not fear looking into my
eyes. But, I will warn you that I do not take kindly to liars.” The meaning was
clear. Answer truthfully, because he’d know and she’d not like the outcome. And,
he didn’t fear her in the slightest. He didn’t need his Sharingan activated
when she was near, if he wanted to kill her, or if she tried anything; he could
kill her without activating them. It was insulting, really, but then again, it
was true.
They were silent for a moment, Sakura waiting for him to ask
her something and he waiting for god knows what. She shuffled in her spot a
little, then uncomfortably realized that the blanket she so carefully gripped
at her wasn’t one at all, instead it was his black and red Akatsuki cloak. Once
her own clothes were dry and she got fully dressed, she’d give it back to him.
Despite the merrily burning fire just in front of her, the room was cold and
she couldn’t very well refuse the source of warmth. She found it creepy that
she woke up naked in it, but she’d look incredibly foolish if she suddenly
flung it from her as if it was a poisonous snake.
Finally, after a long silence, she got enough courage to
glance up, to look at his black eyes. They locked gazes for a moment, before he
glanced to her right. “There is some food on that shelf, as I am sure you
noticed earlier. You should eat,”
Wordlessly, Sakura looked over the dried rations, picking up
some meat. She knew that she needed the food so she could get her chakra back
to its top form, and after being ‘kindly’ told to, she wasn’t going to not eat
out of spite. It was something she might have done when she was younger, but
Sakura wanted to live more so then protect some foolish pride.
While she chewed on the dried beef, Itachi leaned back in
his spot, resting his back against the firewood behind him. He watched her eat
in a bored manner, no longer trimming his nails with his kunai. He wore nothing
but plain black pants and a plain black long sleeved shirt with a hint of
fishnet poking out from under the collar. His chin rested on his palm, the
fingers of his other hand idly strumming his knee.
“What is your name?” He asked
once she finished her food.

She licked her lips, looking at her lap, and knew both of
them knew that he already knew her name. He probably knew a lot of what he was
going to ask of her, but, he asked, so she must answer. “Haruno Sakura,
Uchiha-san.”
He idly lifted his arms, placing his hands behind his head
as he continued to watch her. “What is your rank as a Konoha ninja,
Sakura-san?”

She felt her pulse jump at the way he said her name. It
wasn’t if he did it in any way different from his normal tone, but it just...
gave her the slight chills. “I am a Jounin.”
“Who was your genin team?”

“I was assigned to team seven, with Uchiha Sasuke and
Uzumaki Naruto under the tutelage of Hatake Kakashi.” She looked back up into
his eyes, but saw no reaction at all to the information. Most people were awed
when they found out she was part of the legendary team seven, but if he was
surprised, he didn’t show it.
“Who was your chuunin team?”

“I did not have an official one, as once I achieved my
chuunin status I was trained mainly as a medical ninja.”

“Who taught you to become a
medic ninja, Sakura-san?”

“The Godaime Hokage, Tsunade.”
“What were you doing out on the tracks?”
“My train had been attacked. In the ensuing battle, I was
forced off the train. I was unable to get back on for various reasons. I was
attempting to find shelter, but I was unable to continue, Uchiha-san.”
“Why were you wearing a civilian
kimono?”

“I was on a diplomatic mission.
It is required of me.”

“What was your mission?”
Sakura didn’t move or say anything, and after a moment Itachi
nodded his agreement that Konoha’s affairs would continue to be unknown. “Were
you alone, or with others?”
“I was the only Konoha ninja, and I had one Stone ninja
escort, not including the driver. It was a small train, only three
compartments, and I was the only important passenger.”
“Do you know why you were attacked, Sakura-san?” Itachi
shifted his head ever so slightly to the side, making Sakura frown. There was
something about that tone...

“No, I don’t.”
“Hn,” They lapsed into silence
then, Itachi just calmly looking at her, and Sakura waiting for more questions.
After a minute or two, she shifted slightly, her body reminding her of a
necessary function.
After another minute of their silent staring contest, Sakura
risked a question of her own. She took a breath, and fought down a blush. “Uchiha-san,
where is the bathroom?”
He didn’t even blink, completely unfazed by the question.
“There is a small section of woods a few yards from the entrance of the door.
When you come back, bring in some firewood. There is a stack on the side of the
building.”
Sakura nodded, dropping her gaze as she stood. Silently, she
gathered her courage as she put on her geta, which had been sitting next to the
spot where her under kimono had been. She was going to
have to walk past him to get outside. Anyone in her situation would be nervous
as well. But, she had to do it, or she’d risk pissing herself, and she would not
do that.
Not looking at him, she strode towards the door with a
confidence she was not feeling. Sakura paused at the door, taking a slow breath
and beginning to circulate her chakra. She had replenished her stores when she
had slept, and while still a far cry from her normal supplies, it would be more
then enough to answer the call of nature and get some firewood.
Unbidden, she glanced at Itachi. He was still sitting, but
he had fully turned his head to look up at her. Her breath caught in her throat
as she stared into twin sharingan eyes. She jumped, and nearly rushed out the
door into the storm, away from the penetrating stare.

When she came in about ten minutes later, arms fully loaded
with the driest wood she could find, she was slightly shocked to see that the
missing-nin had moved. Instead of where he once was, next to the door, he had
moved to the opposite side of the room, next to where the rest of her clothes
still hung to dry.
His black eyed gaze caught hers for a second, before looking
pointedly towards the spot where he once sat. Sakura took the hint and dumped
her pile of wood against the dwindling remaining pile, glad that she had retrieved
a lot. She arranged the wood so they’d further dry without getting the other
wood wet, then stood up and brushed her hands off.
It was then she fully understood the situation. Now that he
had moved, and she had filled his once spot with wood, it undoubtedly meant she
would have to sit next to him. The other spot next to the door, the one
farthest from him, was filled by a simple pack and Sakura didn’t dare
move or touch it. So that left her spot, where she had cowered at first, which
was placed right next to the deadly ninja. She swallowed heavily, before making
her way over and sitting down with as much grace as she could. Itachi, like
always, watched her with an emotionless gaze, black eyes seemingly fixed on her
form. Had he been any other man, she might have blushed under it, but she knew
in her gut it was not attraction that held his attention.
“Sakura-san, how long have you
been doing diplomatic missions?”

With a minute sigh, she straightened her spine and set forth
to answer any questions of her once again.
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If someone was to tell her that she was going to be trapped
in a very small shack with an inquisitive Uchiha Itachi, she would have stared
at them for a moment before ignoring them completely, deeming them to be
insane.

But, she found herself in that very predicament, answering
some of the most random questions in her life. Everything from her normal tasks
in Konoha, to whether or not her hair color was achieved through some expensive
hair dye. Please, as if she’s stupid enough as a ninja to dye her hair pink.
When one’s profession is to blend in their surroundings, pink hair does not
help. She only kept her locks the way they were simply because they were hers,
and she loved the way she was. However, instead of reacting like she would to
any of her normal colleges and smacking him, she gritted her teeth and
answered, yes, it was natural.

Almost instantly, she regretted answering as his eyes then
deliberately trailed her form, and for the first time, she could read a thought
that flicked through his head, ‘I wonder if it’s pink everywhere.’ She
flushed; embarrassed, shamed, angered, and terrified all at once. But the
moment passed as he asked if she ever had to dye her hair for a mission.

About midmorning, during another lull in their
question-answer session, Itachi strangely got up and left the shack, brushing
past her as if without a care. He went out the door, and shut it firmly behind
him, keeping out the cold and keeping in the warmth. Sakura had no idea what he
was doing, or when he would be back, but she burst into motion as soon as his
chakra was a few paces from the shack. She summoned two kage bunshin, and with
their help, she donned the remaining bits of her outfit. After the look he gave
her, she wanted as much protection as she could get from him. The look had
unnerved her to her core, and she was desperate to put as much clothing on as
she had, and fling away his cloak she had still been using.

She gripped her kimono, finding it still damp. But with a
quick use of her perfect chakra control, she weaved her energy through the
silky material, drying it with ease before doing he same to her obi and haori.
Normally, it took a good hour to dress fully and properly in
a traditional kimono, but with Sakura’s clones at her aid, and desperation
filling her movements, she was dressed in fifteen minutes—flat.
She sat in the corner he had occupied, so he’d not have to
go past her again, and neatly folded his cloak with shaky hands. As much as she
wanted to throw it into the fire and burn it for all the suppressed resentment
and hatred towards the older Uchiha she felt, she had more self-preservation
instincts then that. She instead vented her anger by viciously ripping into
some more salted meat. She needed to regain her energy as the morning trip,
drying her clothes, and creating the two kage bunshin had left her slightly
dizzy and tired.

Itachi came in five minutes later, placing some more wood
next to the fire; she bowed slightly to him and offered his cloak. “Thank you
for letting me use it, Uchiha-san.”
Wordlessly he took it from her and donned it, leaving it
open as he took her once seat, lounging back carelessly. If he was surprised by
her sudden covering, he didn’t show it.

And the day passed, like this. They sat in silence mainly,
with occasionally Itachi asking a question or two, seemingly at random. Sakura
eventually got more use to his presences, and actually relaxed somewhat. She
still didn’t trust him as far as a failed-genin could have killed him, but she
wasn’t going to impersonate a distraught rabbit anymore, huddling into her
corner.

Sakura ate the most chakra producing food she found in the
hut, drinking melted snow when she was thirsty. She assessed it would probably
take till tomorrow for her to be at top notch again, (constantly draining
herself as a medic-nin had lead to her having the ability to replenish her
reserves fairly quickly) and from the way the storm was slowly dying, she’d be
able to leave in the morning to try and find another sanctuary from the bitter
cold. They had been less then an hour from their destination when they were
attacked, so the Hidden Village
had to be near her current location. However, for her to fully recuperate, she
needed sleep. She was not remotely happy about sleeping in his presence, she
would be far better off if she did. And as the day drew on, she was growing
more and more tired until she finally relented.

“Uchiha-san,” She said, breaking
the silence.

“Yes, Sakura-san?” He opened his black eyes from his light
doze, letting his head fall towards her direction.
“I am tired and wish to sleep. Is there anything else you
would like to ask me before I do so?” She kept her face carefully schooled into
neutrality. Since his unspoken comment about her hair, she had been adamant
about not letting him get to her. Further thought on the incident made her
realize he was trying to evoke a reaction, for whatever reason. She had been
naked when she woke up, a common practice when someone was in frozen garments
and close to death themselves. He probably had seen it all, to her horror, and
the implied question was redundant.

He was quite for a moment, watching her. “Not at the
moment.” He said, before rolling his head back to its former position, eyes
once again closed. His enigmatic answer made fear seep slightly into her veins.
Did that mean he expected her to stay tomorrow? If so, would he stop her from
leaving? Worst came to worst and that did happen, she would punch a hole in the
wall and take her chances. If he kept her one cay, what would stop him from
keeping her as his prisoner forever?

She shuffled over in her spot, lying down and tucking her
legs into her chest and folding her blissfully large haori over them. She was
lying with her head away from him, her feet curled against herself, still fully
clothed in her kimono and all its confines. It was only the fact she had been
accustomed to being in uncomfortable places in enemy territory for days on end
that she was able to slip into a restful sleep.

XXXXX

Sakura sighed, shifting onto her back slightly. Mm, warmth,
how she loved it. And she had a wonderful pleasure sensation running all the
way down to her toes. She moaned slightly, shifting again, the heavy blanket on
top of her moving as well.... Wait.

Her eyes burst open, her hands snapping up to try and push
off the offending person as her body tensed beyond anything before. But a hand
came down and clamped on her mouth, stifling her scream as a slight bite to her
neck reminded her just who was lying on her.

Itachi was pinning her down with his body, one hand firmly
over her mouth and the other supporting his torso as he placed soft, warm
kisses up and down her neck. Sakura involuntarily whimpered, fighting back
tears. She cursed herself for ever falling asleep, for placing enough in
Itachi’s moral levels for him to not try anything. She was a stupid fool, and
deserved what was coming.
“I have a few questions to ask.” His voice, as smooth and
impassive as ever, broke through her self cursing and loathing. He spoke against
her, and she could feel his smooth lips brushing against the suddenly sensitive
skin on her neck.

Of all the things to say, she did not expect that. Anger
bubbled up too easily in her chest, fueled by her terror. He could have just
kicked her awake, dammit! Her breathing was fast and shallow, and her fists
were clenched around his still open cloak. Angry green eyes glared at the side
of his head that was still kissing her neck as if they were lovers.
“What is my brother to you?”
Her breath caught, her jaw flexed before she forcefully
restarted her breathing. She was actually surprised he had not asked her this
earlier; the last question even remotely hinting towards Sasuke being the one
where he asked who her genin team was.
After a slight pause, Itachi removed his hand from her
mouth, placing it next to her side, effectively caging her in but allowing her
to answer.
“He was my genin teammate.” She
answered promptly, hoping he’d get off her once he was satisfied.
“Did you ever harbor any feelings for him beyond that,
Sakura?” The absence of the honorific was not lost to her.

“...Yes,” The pink haired medic ninja hissed out, anger
still smoldering in her.
“What were they?” She swore she could feel him smile as he
placed another flesh-warming kiss on her neck.

“I had a crush on him.” She ground out. She was not
up to being sexually molested by the infamous Itachi while being questioned on
a past, failed romance with his brother.

“What did he feel for you,
Sakura?”
Sakura closed her eyes, feeling an eyebrow twitch in anger.
She took a deep, calming breath, and forcefully shoved the pleasant
ministrations Itachi was doing away to the far back of her brain. “He felt I
was just an annoying fan girl.”

A nearly inaudible “Hmph,” came from him. Actually, if he
had not been teasing her flesh, she never would have known about it—it was the
slight forceful puff of air that exposed its existence. Her anger died slightly
at it. What did he mean by it?

“Did he ever do something like this to you before?” He asked,
nipping slightly at the cord in her neck.
“We were twelve.”
Honestly, what pre-teen would ever be in a situation like this? They
would have just gotten over the whole, ‘Boys/girls have cooties’ stage.
“Answer the question, Sakura.”

She gritted her teeth, “No.”
“When was the last time you saw
him?”
“Two years ago, at one of
Orochimaru’s bases.”
“Did you look for him before
then?”

“Yes,” A slight nip against her flesh, where her neck met
her shoulder, made her give a slight intake of her breath, feeling a twinge
somewhere in her belly.
“Did you look for him after,
Sakura?”
“After another six months of not
finding a trace of him, we gave up the search.”

“Why is that?” Sakura frowned at the pointed direction his
questions were going. Every other question-answer session had drifted between
topics, never settling for too long on a certain thing. But now, it almost felt
as if he was leading her to a certain point, like he wanted to show her
something she wasn’t quite grasping.

“Because it only takes Orochimaru three years to be able to
switch bodies again. Sasuke’s deadline came and went. There was nothing we
could do; he is as good as dead.”
Silence prevailed over them then, and Sakura turned her head
away from his as sadness at failing her first love surfaced once again. Naruto
and Sakura blamed themselves for his loss, and it had taken a year for them to
get out of their rut of grief, but they both still had moments where they’d
fall back into mourning. The fact that all traces of the Sound village vanished
did not help matters for them any.
“My brother is a fool,” Itachi said softly, kissing her jaw
line, his warm breath swirling over her ear. Sakura was slightly confused by
the sudden turn of a question answer session into a conversation. “He never
understood the ability to use all the necessary things around him to achieve
his goals.”

He kissed her neck again, just below her ear, and she
shivered slightly. She was in a state of near suspended animation, apprehensive
over what he had to say. What was he getting at?

“Such as yourself,” her breath caught, and her heart leapt
into her throat. “You are very powerful,” suddenly, she felt Itachi’s hand
trailing slowly down her side, over her hip and down her leg, making her
tremble, “and very beautiful. He was a complete fool to cast you aside.” He
placed one more lingering kiss on her, his hand spread over her silver obi, and
she could distinctly feel its warmth through the layered cloth. They laid in
silence for a moment, before Sakura felt Itachi sigh. “My brother is alive.”
Instantly, Sakura’s heart sped up, and her head whipped
around to look at him again. “What?!” At this, Itachi
finally lifted his own head, and looked deeply into her own wide eyes.

“I do not like to repeat myself, Sakura.” He said, his voice
and eyes betraying no more then a coal would.

“B-but... how?” Her
impassive face crumbled completely, confusion evident in her green eyes.
“Orochimaru—”
“—is a fool as well. He and I use to be on the same Akatsuki
team. He wished to attain my sharingan. When I refused his offer, he said he’d
go after my brother. He did not listen to the fact it was impossible.” Itachi’s
face hovered over her own, but he did not otherwise move. His hands did not
twitch, he did not shift. He was as calm and relaxed as possible.
“Why?” She asked, breathless. It didn’t seem real, but why
would he lie about something like this?

“The sharingan is a very unique and powerful blood-line
limit. When the user has gained the mangekyou, it becomes even more so. My
little brother somehow attained his, and that saved his life. Orochimaru’s
body-switch jutsu sends his soul in through the vessel’s eyes. When he
attempted to go into my brother’s activated sharingan, his soul—not my
foolish little brother’s—was sealed away out of automatic self preservation
reaction from the mangekyou.”
“But...” Sakura’s brows furrowed and she shifted uneasily,
eyes still locked with his. “How do you know?”

Itachi smirked, the first show of emotion he gave since she
woke up that morning. “I have my ways. However, if you want proof, then all you
would need is the fact that Kabuto, the only one close enough to Orochimaru to
notice the jutsu had failed, was killed very shortly after his ‘three years’
were up.”

Sakura blinked, attempting to swallow the information given
to her. Suddenly, her world was given a very large shake, and she scrambled to
collect the fallen pieces. This... was very valuable information. Not only to
her, Naruto and Kakashi, but to all of Konoha as well. They no longer had
Orochimaru and his desire to destroy them to deal with, and one of Konoha’s
most legendary missing ninja was gone forever. But... if Sasuke really was
still alive, and Orochimaru wasn’t, why hadn’t he come home yet? Bitterly, she
mentally slapped herself. Just because he was found to be alive again didn’t
mean he changed his opinion on Konoha and her.
She turned her head away from Itachi, not wishing to look
into those dark penetrating eyes as she digested the situation. Biting her lip,
she shifted under him again, still very aware of how he covered her small form
with his larger one. Once she told everyone this, what would happen? She hadn’t
a clue, and it scared her.

“I have another bit of information you might like,” Sakura
looked back to the elder Uchiha, startled from her thoughts at his sudden
words. His hand left her side, and reached up to the side of her face. His
fingers, callused from his ninja profession, played in her pink locks, gently,
almost fondly, like one would a lover’s. It sent a chill down her spine.
“However, I will not as freely divulge this as I did previously. You must offer
me something in return.”

Wonderful, another thing to think about.
She ached to know what he knew, but was terrified at what he wanted from her.
From his actions, she had a very strong speculation at what he was
wanting from her. And, really, what else could she offer him that he would
wish? She couldn’t tell him anything about Naruto, she’d rather die. She
couldn’t tell him anything about Konoha, because that’d be treason, and he
probably knew anyway. She didn’t have enough time or energy to fix his eyes, as
it was an extremely difficult thing to do and had to span over a few months
with daily session, not to mention she’d be helping a Konoha
missing-ninja, undoubtedly one of the most infamous and already deadly ones, if
she could do it at all. No bit of information was worth, very possibly, the
lives of many more ninja. He had no wounds on him that needed a quick fix, and
if he did, she had a sneaking suspicion that he would not take that trade.

Sakura’s mind raced. Was the information valuable enough to
bargain for? What if it was something she already knew, like how Sound
Village had disappeared off the map
after Sasuke had taken over Orochimaru’s position? What if it was something
worthless, like how Itachi does a thousand pushups each morning? What if he was
lying about the whole thing, and was just trying to manipulate her?

However... She, along with every
other at least mildly attractive kunoichi who was promoted to Chuunin, had been
completely desensitized to sex for missions. As a Jounin, she had been given a very
valuable and very difficult vaccine to all known STDs. It was accepted that at some point she
probably would have to take a mission where she would seduce someone, and or
have sex with them to further a cover. She could completely detach herself from
the situation, and use her body as what it was trained to be—a tool. And
Itachi’s earlier ministrations silently promised that he would be very
attentive, so it probably wouldn’t be very unpleasant, and he wasn’t too hard
on the eyes, either. But was it worth it?
The Akatsuki member had not broken the silence since he gave
the offer. He calmly watched her, as emotionless as a piece of blank paper. His
pitch black hair framed his face, falling forwards slightly with the ends of
his hair just barely tickling her face. Thick lashes framed his onyx eyes,
fitting perfectly in his almost sharp face structure. No one could deny he was
very beautiful.
Sakura took a deep breath, hating herself for the fact she
trembled with both nerves and fear. “I offer,” She licked her lips, swallowing
heavily, “myself; for tonight only.”
However, Itachi didn’t react. His fingers, which had never
stopped playing with her hair, were the only thing other then his breathing and
warmth that gave him away for not being dead. The silence between them drew on,
and Sakura was starting to border on a panic state of mind. Oh shit, did she
just offend him? Did he really not want it? Was she really that
unappealing? What the hell else did he want, then?!
But then he blinked, his black eyes reveling nothing as his
mouth opened to respond. “Agreed.” And then he swooped
down and kissed her, crushing his lips against hers almost painfully.
She gasped at the suddenness of it, and he took full
advantage and slipped his tongue into her mouth, dancing it around her own as
his hand quickly left her hair to travel back to her obi, beginning the tedious
process of undoing the bindings. The orange obi-jime rope was the first to go
under his dexterous fingers, flung nearly carelessly to the side as his hand
went back to go behind her and undo the simple tie. His mouth was relentless
against hers, and it was undoubtedly in a whole other league then the few
stolen kisses from a Hyuuga Branch prodigy in a hidden training ground she had
gotten previously in her escapades in the other sex.
Itachi shifted, allowing more of his delicious weight to
fall on her as his other hand came into motion, helping take care of her pesky
obi belt. Sakura’s own hands clutched feebly at his shirt, not knowing what she
should do with them. Her lessons told her one thing, while an inner voice in
her head told her she was a horrible person for this and she should just clam
up like a dead fish. And while it wasn’t necessarily in her agreement not
to just lay there and allow him to do as he pleased, it probably wasn’t wise to
do so, but she didn’t want to come off as an overly impassioned lover either.
So she took the middle ground and shoved both the thoughts far from her mind,
allowing her body to react naturally to his motions.
She gasped again when she realized his hand was already on
the bare skin of her hip, carefully stroking her flesh into a heated frenzy,
having slipped in between the soft fabrics of her outfit. His other hand came
up and cupped her cheek, further immersing their kiss until he broke it off,
leaving wet trails along her jaw line and down her neck, nipping slightly and randomly
as he went. These were far different kisses then the ones he awoke her with,
far more heated and sending a burning fire through her veins. But they weren’t
hurried. They were slow and meticulous; each one carefully thought out before
being executed just as he deemed it, like everything else he did. Sakura highly
doubted, at that moment, he had ever done or even said something without fully accepting
all the possible consequences that would come from it.
She squirmed slightly under him again, panting from his
ministrations, allowing one of her hands to slip over his shoulder to interlace
into his hair. It was as smooth and soft as a raven’s feather, and just as
black, and her fingers were very eager to caress it.
Itachi had finally made it to the beginning of her kimono’s
neck line, and, almost like water, followed it as it led down and around her
throat. Soon he came to the crossing of both sides, and his hand came down from
her hair to finger the path he kissed, tracing the warmed flesh against the
cloth. But as it went down, it pushed the kimono to the side, drawing it slowly
open until she was completely exposed on one side. He was quick to recover her
with his own body, shielding her from the cold, but his mouth moved ever lower
over the newly revealed skin. The fire in her blood instantly drained to below
her gut as he kissed just the barest top of her breast, and she let out a small
moan. She hissed lowly as the hand that had been idly stroking from the bottom
of her rib cage down to her hip and back all the while suddenly went higher on
the return trip to fully cup her still covered breast. His thumb slowly
massaged from the valley of her breasts up and back, but not a single part of
him touched her where she ached, the pink peak of her nipple. His mouth played
a similar game, kissing and licking everywhere but the hardened nub. She moaned
again, this time louder, and arched her back slightly, trying to receive that
touch she knew would be wondrous.
Suddenly, he did respond to her plea. Itachi’s hot,
wet mouth enveloped her nipple, sending her other hand flying into his hair as
well. Her fingers clutched at the silky locks as he suckled and massaged at her
breast. It was everything she thought it would be, and the fire at her belly
grew as a slight pounding started up between her legs. She lifted and pressed
her hips against him, and was rewarded when a bolt of pleasure raced though
her. Itachi also froze somewhat at it, before resuming with a bit more force,
and she grinned at getting a response from him and did it again. She was just
about to do it once more when his leg forced its way between hers and pressed
heavily against the apex of her thighs. Crying out, her eyes slid shut and she
hissed out a breath as he rubbed it against her. Her hands slid from his hair
down his front, to the helm of his shirt as he switched breasts, quickly
pushing her covering fabric aside. Her own hands pulled his shirt from his
pants and slipped in, touching his hot skin and feeling the toned muscles on
his back. As she ran her hands over his back, she felt the muscles jump at her
touch and he slowly ground his hips into hers, causing her to let out a throaty
moan.
She half caught him on the second time, bringing up her own
hips. On the third, she matched him perfectly and her toes curled from the
pleasure. Itachi broke from his attentions on her breast, coming up to capture
her lips in his own in a searing kiss. The fourth time he moved against her,
she completely curled into it, her back arched, her legs lifted, and her
fingers gripped almost painfully into his back, but it wasn’t her that moaned
that time. Sakura could feel the vibrations coming from Itachi’s chest as his
low groan was pulled from him.
In a flurry of movement, Sakura suddenly stiffened in
complete shock as one of Itachi’s hands found its way to the bud of curls,
toying with her as he kneeled between her legs. She trembled as they danced
around, flicking the bundle of nerves with absent attention. A finger slipped
into her, slowly pumping, and she raised her hips against the feeling. She
flushed from both embarrassment and pleasure at having him touch the most
intimate part of her being. Another went in and she squirmed her hips a little
at the feeling, not use to such intrusions. But when they left her without
warning, she whimpered and thrust forward, to get back the feeling. His lips
also left, and she pouted, moving her head to the side so her heated cheek was
flush with the cool floor.
Instead of having him kiss her neck like she had been
expecting, or return his fingers to their tasks, she got a swift pinch on the
bundle of nerves that so desperately throbbed, and Sakura screamed from the
pure shock of it, even though it wasn’t necessarily painful, eyes flying open
and snapping to the front.
Itachi hovered above her, watching her with intense eyes as
his hand caressed the nub so softly, so wonderfully she felt she should cry.
Her own half lidded eyes locked with his as she struggled for breath, wondering
what he was thinking. His other hand was next to her face, and he was using it
to prop him self up. He didn’t appear to be breathing hard, and if it wasn’t
for the wonderful bliss coming from her nether regions as he continued to touch
her, she might have placed him sitting quietly in a library reading an intriguing
book. He looked completely detached from the situation, and she wished she
could make him crack like he had earlier. But her thoughts left her as his hand
returned to its earlier ministration, two slipping in and moving her into
breathlessness. They went in and out rhythmically, but occasionally they
twitched and squirmed wildly, flexing and alternating. The spontaneous
sensation they gave, added to the thumb that was now running her sensitized nub
in tight circles, swiftly drove her down a path, towards a goal which she long
to reach.
Sakura’s heavily lidded gaze remained locked with Itachi’s,
her breath coming in quick pants, chest brushing against his bare one as his
shirt had somehow disappeared, though his cloak remained and shielded them both
from the chilled air. Her hands clutched at her parted kimono, digging into the
soft fabric that lay on the ground as improvised bedding. She vaguely wondered
what she looked like to him, her face flushed, her eyes dark, moaning every so
often to his ministrations. He himself looked as impeccable as ever, raven
hair, expressionless face, and those dark eyes that could instantly turn blood
red and trap her within a world where there was no escape, and he had ultimate
control.
It was in that instant when she realized with a jolt, just who
she had submitted to. He had killed his entire family except for his brother,
whom he had driven into hatred so strong he left his entire village behind,
nearly killing his best friend in the process. What was stopping him from
suddenly ending her life with a kunai through her heart as she lay helpless
under him, distracted by the pleasure? Why had she so meekly yielded, allowing
herself to be manipulated into this situation? Why had she dared trusted him
enough to fall asleep in his presence, and then to take advantage of her while
she was at her most vulnerable? In that instant, as cold dread started to
quench the fire in her belly, she felt that no information he had was valuable
enough to do this, and she had to leave this shack right now.
But Itachi was not to have that. He felt her muscles tense
in preparation, and from the expression from her face, the slight flicker of
fear through the lust, he knew where her thoughts had wondered off. Quickly
reacting, he reached his fingers deep into her, pressing up as his thumb
pressed heavily down, making a small spark of chakra shoot through the two
points of his fingers.
The combination of his antics, with the flicker of chakra
through her, roughly shoved Sakura off the path she was just beginning to run
away from. Sakura cried out as her first orgasm hit, eyes clenching closed as
her whole body reacted. Her hands came up against his chest, her knees pressing
into his sides as her toes curled, slightly elevated off the ground. She buried
her face into his shoulder, trembling from the sheer force of the waves of
pleasure he gave. Her fumblings to herself in the
dark of her own room all these years, for both comfort and release of stress,
seemed a pebble compared to a boulder now, and she would never again be
satisfied with a just few minutes of self pleasure for a small jolt of bliss
that always left her somewhat unsatisfied. All thoughts of leaving were crudely
dashed away, erased as if they had never been there in the first place.
Sakura took a moment or two to collect herself, her shakes
residing as her body slowly relaxed. She took deep gulps of air, and with one
particularly big one, she relaxed the last of her muscles, letting her head
fall back from him and her legs drop from where they clutched at his waste. Her
eyes were caught once again by his dark orbs, and she silently watched as they
stared into her own green orbs, analyzing just as well as if he was on a
battlefield. Not a word was spoken, and she was content to lie there, slightly
drained from the intense pleasure he had just given her. But, oddly, his eyes
seemed to be urging her not to look away or focus on anything other then his
gaze.
She felt his fingers retract from her, and then he brought
his hand into view. His fingers glistened wetly, and she couldn’t help but
stare at them. Her medic’s mind knew all the bodily functions of both male and
female bodies, including their sexual ones. She had masturbated before, and
thus knew first hand how female’s secret natural lubrication, but she never
seemed to realize just how much—Oh my god!
Itachi had brought his hand to his mouth and gave his
fingers a good, solid lick. His pink tongue slowly dragged from his knuckles
up, before disappearing back into his mouth, taking a good portion of her
juices with it. Sakura was both shocked, and extremely aroused by his strange
and erotic act.
The hand disappeared from her view, but her gaze was now
focused on his wet lips, and the pink tongue that lethargically ran over them,
making sure to get every bit of her essence. She wondered what she tasted like
to him, for him to be so obviously savoring her. Her lips and the apex of her
legs both pulsed in unison, loudly pounding their desire for him, for all
of him.
He swooped down to her again, capturing her lips in a
searing kiss she was very eager to return. So eager, in fact, she didn’t notice
that his pants had somehow disappeared in the same manner as his shirt, and he
had positioned himself at her entrance.
Sakura took a sharp intake of breath, but did not break the
kiss. There had been no warning, no moment where he gazed into her eyes and
waited for her permission like she had always imagined her then-unknown first
lover to do. He just slid right in, and she was caught in a moment of sheer
surprise at the feeling of being filled. There was no pain, like some girls
experienced during their first time, and she assumed it was because of her
profession—few, if any, ninja women ever had a completely intact hymen when
intimacy came into play.
She started breathing again as he began to move in and out
of her, starting up again the kiss that she hadn’t known she was slacking on.
She got use to the almost awkward feeling of having a guy thrusting into her,
shifting slightly under him as he broke their kiss to suck and nibble at her
neck again. She was rewarded with a small electric shock of pleasure as she
lifted one of her legs up, and she gave a small gasp. Itachi was quick to trail
a heated hand down her side to lift the other leg up like it’s twin, allowing
him better access and causing both of them greater bliss, even though he still
maintained his slow, methodic pace as before.
Sakura panted, her hands clutching at his back as the weird
feeling was starting to be replaced by a wondrous sensation, alike but greater
then when his fingers were doing a similar action. She lifted her hips to meet
one of his thrusts, and was rewarded when a larger jolt of pleasure raced
through her, making her gasp and moan. She did it again, and again, and each
time she got more pleasure then before.
She started to make small, nonsensical words and noises with
each motion, a particularly loud one whenever he randomly did a harder or
deeper thrust. She began to wish he would up the pace, and her incomplete
pleas, none really making any sense, showed her inner desire.
“Oh... Oh, god... Oh...” She moaned, arching her back
against him. She threw her head back, eyes tightly shut as he started at a
quicker speed, using more force, but it wasn’t enough for her. Not even as he
moved one of his hands to clutch at her pink locks, exposing her neck for
better access so he could suck and bite at the cord more vehemently then
before, adding to the sensations, was she satisfied. Her panting increased,
becoming erratic and heavy, and she could feel her breasts bouncing against his
chest with each movement. “Ah, ah... Oh god... Oh, It... Itachi...”
What had to have been the biggest crack against him she ever
enlisted—making him both groan aloud and slam into her
heavily as his pace increased once again—forced her to bite her lip to keep
from crying out from the bliss, stars dancing behind her eyes.
“Say it again,” Came the nearly breathless chocolaty voice.
Itachi panted into her ear, his tongue dancing along the curves and contours of
it. “Say my name again.”
“It-Itachi,” She breathed, reluctantly. She hadn’t really
known she had said his name, and was somewhat ashamed to have done it despite
the lovely consequences. After all, not only was he the infamous missing-nin
Itachi, but he was her first love’s brother, a love she just not too long ago
found out was still alive. And she moaned his name. Having sex with him
to get some possibly valuable information was one thing (well over half of the
Konoha ninja, male and female alike, probably would have done the same), but
really getting into it? ‘Well,’ Inner sakura reasoned,
surprisingly calm and clearly despite the situation at hand, ‘He’s really
hot, and really good, so why not? It’s not like someone’s going to find
out—I doubt he’s going to go up to Naruto or someone and have a chat over
crumpets about what I’m like in the sack or something.’
The sharingan user in question moaned lowly again at the
sound of her voice, her ear lobe between his teeth. From his position, she
could hear his small, quick breaths in her ear. She surprisingly grinned at
that, pleased with her self for being able to making him pant; after all, few
if any could do it during battle, so why wouldn’t it apply in the sack as well?
“Itachi...” She said, far more willing this time.
Itachi didn’t make a noise this time, but he did start a
near frantic pace, quickly thrusting into her with much more force then before.
He tore away from her ear, grazing his teeth down her neck till he reached a
certain spot, where he greedily took a mouthful of her flesh and held it,
occasionally licking. She could still hear his harsh breath against her skin,
both breathing in her scent and taking in much needed oxygen.
Sakura’s own breath was ragged, and she struggled to keep
with the pace he made. The sound of skin on skin, their combined pants, and the
almost forgotten fire filled the area, making it seem like there was nothing in
the world but them at that moment. The pink haired medic-nin was rapidly going
down the same path as earlier, and she longed to reach it.
But Itachi got there first. A hand slipped under her rear
and pulled her closer to him as his whole, powerful being tensed. His teeth
clamped down, breaking flesh as he groaned from the back of his throat,
shooting his seed deep into her. Splintering wood sounded next to Sakura’s ear,
but she didn’t know or care to what it was at that moment.
The combined feel of the liquid fire spilling into her, the
hand clutching at her, forcing him deeper, and the sudden flair of
pain—something that every ninja learned to embrace during their profession,
even to the point of need—flung Sakura off the path and deep into another mind
blowing orgasm. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, pulling him in even
father, and her fingers caused their own wounds to his back, leaving bloody
caresses. Sakura gasped, her breath and heart catching as stars exploded behind
her clenched eyes, sending ripples of pleasure to her very toes.
A timeless moment passed before the pink haired kunoichi
regained her senses, her breath shaky. She opened her eyes and blinked
furiously, trying to clear them from the remnants of sparks. It took her a
second before she realized Itachi had collapsed onto her, and was now lazily
licking away the blood from her neck, southing the wound. They remained almost
motionless and in silence as they both calmed their breathing and hearts.
Before Sakura could even begin to wonder “what now,” Itachi
drew away from her neck and locked eyes with her, emotionless onyx as perfect
as the new moon.
“Now for my end of the bargain,” He said, voice as clear as
calm as ever. Sakura’s eyebrows furrowed somewhat, having forgotten at the
moment exactly why she had sex with him in the first place, and was confused as
to what deal he was talking about. “Sasuke is looking for you.”
Then her world went black as his eyes swirled into blood
red, heavily contradicting her own meadow green orbs.
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Sakura awoke much later, curled into a small ball, cold, and
very much alone. She sat up quickly, looking around her at the completely
deserted shed. She extended her senses, and found him to be truly gone, and
judging by the small amount of burning wood left in the recognizable bank, he
had been for some time now.
Her breath calmed from her slight adrenalin boost, and she
turned forward, holding the dull grey blanket to her with one hand, the other
to rub at her temple. Taking a deep breath, she reviewed the events of the
night before. She flushed slightly at the things she did, the things she felt,
until she finally got to the end, when he did maintain his end of the deal.
Green eyes widened minutely, and it felt as if someone
dropped a piece of ice down into her stomach. Sasuke... was looking for her. He
was looking for her. That was definitely important to know.
Simply for the fact that a powerful missing ninja was out for her, for whatever
reason, meant she had to alter her entire life—no more missions without an
escort squad, and certainly nothing out side of Fire Country. Tsunade had to be
alerted, information had to be gathered, and she had to get herself a
twenty-four hour baby sitter. But because it was Sasuke, the (now
realized) leader of the Oto
Village, one of the “Reborn
Sannin”, and one of the few remaining sharingan users to boot? She didn’t even
know what that meant—but she knew for a fact it was monumental.
Chewing her lip, she nervously wondered what he wanted her
for. When she was younger and far stupider, she would have been ecstatic at the
mere thought of Sasuke looking for her, regardless of the circumstances
around it. Hell, even a few years ago she would have been extremely happy, if
only to herself. But since the time she met him after being separated, with
Sai, Naruto, and Yamato, when he attacked both her and the Kyuubi holder with
the intent to cause major damage, if not death, she found her feelings towards
him waning. She still cared deeply for him, but it was more to who he had been,
not who he had become.
Sakura blinked, then looked around
her again, realizing for the first time that all sounds of the storm had
stopped. Her stores were also back into top notch shape, and she knew they’d
last her until she found the village she was supposed to have arrived in. She
stood up, clutching at the blanket to ward away the cold as she went to where
the rest of her cloths were, having awoken in only her juban under robe. They
each had been carefully folded, and placed on a shelf with mind to the delicate
material. Thoughts of him folding the garments with mindful hands lead to
thoughts of him touching her gently, making her flush. She begrudgingly
realized she’d have to get use to the idea of sex and all its possible
references in every day life if she wanted to live life normally. Knowing of
sex and actually having it (quite good sex, even) are two very different things
and she’s going to have to calm her recently awakened libido.
She sighed as she got dressed, not bothering to make some
Kage Bunshin to help. She could do it by herself, and she didn’t need to waste the
chakra. She absently ate some of the remaining dried goods, and wrote her name
and country alignment on the order form found next to the food stuff. It was
expected of all who used these places to write themselves down on a sheet so
they could be billed for the food they used, and the general use. Of course,
Itachi somehow had forgotten that, and didn’t put his name down. Then again,
there wasn’t really a place they could send the bill to, and if there was, he
would have been dead long ago if he so frivolously reveled its location. She
sighed and wrote her name down, accepting she was going to pay for whatever he
ate as well. Well, actually Konoha would, as she’d get reimbursed for it.
Sakura folded the grey blanket as the last thing she needed
before she left the little god-forsaken shack. Frowning as she placed it on a
bare shelf, she wondered where it had been when she had awoken the day
previous. Surely, she could have used it and he could have used his cloak
instead, so she wouldn’t have had to it. But she didn’t remember seeing it at
all yesterday, and it was too large and thick to have been able to fit in his
travel bag. Shaking the thought from her head, she decided it didn’t matter.
So she went out side into the brisk, cold morning air. It
wasn’t windy, and the sun shown brightly on the dizzying white. She was very
proud of herself being smart enough to smear some charcoal around her eyes, so
she would have some form of protection against the reflecting white.
Taking a deep breath, starting to circulate her energy, Sakura
crawled up over the snow drifts, heading to where she knew the tracks to be.
Chakra probes into the large snow drifts shifted about, identifying the buried
rocks, bodies, and then finally the steal and wood of the tracks. ...Wait,
bodies?
Sakura frowned, probing around a little more. There
definitely was a human corpse buried under the frozen white next to the tracks.
Did they too get lost in the storm like her, but unfortunately no benevolent
missing-nin found them? Curious as to whom it was, she dug at the mound until
she reached the frozen figure. Grey white was first reveled, a jacket. A little
digging more, her frown deepening with each passing second, she finally got to
the face. Gasping, she stumbled back slightly, recognizing who it was.
It was the sound-nin that pushed her off the stupid train!
His once-eerie grey eyes were glazed over and frozen in death, staring out but
seeing nothing. She knew her foe had been prepared to be out in the storm, so
it was almost impossible for him to have accidentally frozen to death. She dug around a little more, till she could
fully see his neck—the blood stained, torn neck. Sliced with what had most
likely been a kunai, this ninja’s life met an untimely end and his only burial
was the snow.
Quickly, Sakura reached out with her energy, finding three
other bodies scattered about—and she’d be willing to stake her life on the fact
they were his remaining comrades. Her mind easily supplied the scenario that
had most likely occurred. Either just before he found her, or just after,
Itachi had come upon these ninja. For whatever reason, they crossed blades, and
he had come away the victor, leaving his foes where they lay. It had been
quick, efficient, and without mercy. Like killing helpless newborns.
A shiver running down her spin reminded Sakura back to the
present. She shook herself of the kindled fear in the prowess of the man she
had sex with not too long ago, making her way due east, towards the village she
could just make out by the distant smoke trails. Itachi had made a very big
impact onto her life, in many different ways. He saved her life, he had sex
with her, and he told her of Sasuke. Anyone of the things would have affected
her severely, but all three at once? It made her indebted to him.
Indebt enough for her to forgive him for leaving a bad bite
mark on her neck.
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