Random Naruto cliche fic XD
Ignore, just screwing around with ItaSakuKaka cliches -- I doubt this'll turn into a proper fic. :P
“Do you understand?”
Part of her wanted to glare at the missing-nin who restrained her against the rough, damp bark of the tree, his chest warm against her back, her hands caught behind her by one of his larger ones while his other pulled her sodden hair back away from her ear, forcing her to acknowledge every word. Rain continued to fall, the rivulets dripping down her profile, along the curve of her slender throat to slide under the collar of her ANBU-issue black top.
“I’m not your messenger,” she ground out, her cheek and the side of her jaw scraped raw; but knew better than to struggle further. The urge to use her ferocious strength to break the hold was tempting, but she knew he was faster, and with his Sharingan she’d be no match for his retaliation. At least, not with her back turned. If only she could knew of a way to defeat his greatest weapon.
Then he tightened his grip, and her wrists and forearms twisted in his grasp and pulled her injured shoulder even more out of joint.
The burning stretch flared in her joint and Sakura swallowed the instinct to flinch, forcing her stomach to calm in spite of her anger and pain. And, though she hated to admit it, fear.
“Say ‘yes’ or I find someone more useful,” he said, leaving the implications clear.
In the softly raining forest, the kunoichi evaluated her limited options with a heavy heart.
When she finally answered, he released her.
With a huff she spun and spit out a vicious, “Kai!” to dispel the genjutsu he’d cast, but as she’d anticipated, Itachi had already disappeared.
Sakura bit off a curse as she held her injured shoulder and hurried back to her camp.
“Do you understand?”
Part of her wanted to glare at the missing-nin who restrained her against the rough, damp bark of the tree, his chest warm against her back, her hands caught behind her by one of his larger ones while his other pulled her sodden hair back away from her ear, forcing her to acknowledge every word. Rain continued to fall, the rivulets dripping down her profile, along the curve of her slender throat to slide under the collar of her ANBU-issue black top.
“I’m not your messenger,” she ground out, her cheek and the side of her jaw scraped raw; but knew better than to struggle further. The urge to use her ferocious strength to break the hold was tempting, but she knew he was faster, and with his Sharingan she’d be no match for his retaliation. At least, not with her back turned. If only she could knew of a way to defeat his greatest weapon.
Then he tightened his grip, and her wrists and forearms twisted in his grasp and pulled her injured shoulder even more out of joint.
The burning stretch flared in her joint and Sakura swallowed the instinct to flinch, forcing her stomach to calm in spite of her anger and pain. And, though she hated to admit it, fear.
“Say ‘yes’ or I find someone more useful,” he said, leaving the implications clear.
In the softly raining forest, the kunoichi evaluated her limited options with a heavy heart.
When she finally answered, he released her.
With a huff she spun and spit out a vicious, “Kai!” to dispel the genjutsu he’d cast, but as she’d anticipated, Itachi had already disappeared.
Sakura bit off a curse as she held her injured shoulder and hurried back to her camp.