when words fail
Fandom: Naruto
Characters: Uchiha Itachi & Haruno Sakura
Prompts: 45. caress the darkness, kiss the light & 39. silk kimono & 29. waiting
Word Count: 1644
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Not suitable for children. AU.
Notes: Written for 500themes & 50_shinobi & 50scenes.
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“It is necessary.”
Sakura blinked again, the world around her focusing back into perspective. There it was, still in front of her, still real and still there and unchanged. It had just been an echo of his voice after all, and she almost wanted to laugh at the irony of everything. Whoever said that making mistakes was okay because you learned from them was an utter liar. Either that, or Sakura really was stupid and masochistic.
She would’ve thought that chasing after one damaged Uchiha would have taught her something, anything at all. But apparently not, since here she was, in exactly the same predicament as before. Only, this Uchiha didn’t even have the decency to say thank you. All Itachi had for her were his cold, harsh words, cutting her like glass and leaving no room for emotional arguments. Perhaps it was a genetic flaw. But really, she couldn’t deny that it was probably no one’s fault but her own.
She had chosen him, and inadvertently, had chosen all the pain and agony that came with him.
Sakura blew out another sigh, her breath heavy.
It was almost time to go.
“Leaf?” Kisame poked his head in, a soft quizzical stare on his aqua features. “You ready to go?”
A wry smile curled at the corner of her lips. “Will I ever be?”
A soft, almost natural laughed escaped his lips, but it was the look of solemn understanding that caught her. “You’re not half bad, Haruno.”
“Come help me with this, won’t you?”
Without another word, Kisame took a few strides towards the sulking woman. Like an expert, he picked up the beautiful kimono, the silk sliding smoothly between his blue fingers. In a smooth motion he’d unwrapped the kimono, and held it open expectantly for Sakura. On cue, Sakura dropped the robe she donned, revealing a black slip.
She raised a brow at Kisame. “You didn’t think I’d be naked under here, did you, Hoshigaki?”
Kisame scoffed back teasingly. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
A particularly hard punch to his biceps was her only reply before she slipped into the outstretched kimono. Again with his odd expertise, Kisame closed up the garment and proceeded to tie it with an equally gorgeous and elaborate obi. Sakura sucked in a hard breath as Kisame tugged on the obi, tying it tightly.
Kisame grunted. “Sorry, Haruno, but it’s got to be tight.”
“It’s alright,” she replied through pinch lips. Kisame’s abnormal strength saw that her breath was hindered slightly by the tightness of the robe, but Sakura took it as a form of punishment. Punishment for her stupidity, an interlude to the storm that was headed her way. After a few more minutes, Kisame tapped her on the shoulder.
“Go look in the mirror, princess.”
Sakura obeyed, and walked somewhat awkwardly to the full length mirror across the room. The fancy traditional kimono was new to her; with her legs constricted together, Sakura mentally groaned. This would make an already despicable mission even more difficult. Just as these thoughts passed through her mind, though, her emeralds caught sight of the reflection.
Staring back at her was a woman that barely resembled her. The kimono, with its gorgeous silky night undertone and the bright strands of emerald that ran throughout its pattern struck out against her pale skin and bright hair. While the contrast served to enhance her beauty, it was the coyness and brilliant hue of her eyes that made even her breath hitch in her throat. Delicately, she reached up to gather her hair together, and in a few quick movements had put it in a passable updo.
Kisame appeared behind her. A low whistle escaped his lips. “I’m not usually one to say this, Haruno,” he paused for a moment. “But…you are beautiful.”
Despite his compliment, Sakura’s heart sank. Would Itachi ever say those words to me?
-
Sakura giggled as she lay a coy hand on the fat lord’s arms. Her delicate touch had him grunting in pleasure. She used her hand to cover her mouth as she giggled again at his asinine jokes. It had been eighty minutes already, and frankly, the mission was going nowhere. His weight had his alcohol tolerance at ridiculously high levels, and Sakura had nearly run out of creative ways to get rid of her own alcohol.
“Shin-san!” she giggled when he put a crass hand on her breasts, giving them a hard squeeze. “Oh stop it, I’ll be embarrassed.” Squeeze any harder and I’ll castrate you, bastard, was what she really wanted to say. She refrained.
“Shut up, whore. I’ll be the judge of that.” On cue, lecherous hands reached out to undo Kisame’s delicate work. Sakura watched in dismay as the fumbling lord ripped the priceless silk at her shoulders in an attempt to undress her. He succeeded in the end, with the top of her kimono ripped into three separate shreds. Sakura closed her eyes in an attempt to keep the disgust off her face.
Only a few more minutes, then I can grab the scrolls. Only a few more minutes. Don’t mind his hands. Only a few more minutes. You’re a kunoichi. Don’t complain. This is the job. Only a few more mi-
Sakura’s last chant was cut short by the wooden door splintering open, exploding into a million separate shards. On top of her, the fat lord grunted in surprise as they both turned to the entrance.
The sight effectively stopped Sakura’s heart.
Itachi? she thought. What on earth-
“Remove your hands,” Itachi’s voice cut through the air, his tone dangerously calm.
“Who the fuck are you?” the lord spit out. “You dare command me? You little shit!” For good measure, he groped Sakura one more time, hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain from her.
Before he’d even finished, Itachi appeared before the bed, and in one motion, plucked the fat lord off of Sakura’s half clothed body. “I said, do not touch her!” With unmatched fury, Itachi threw the lord down. The spot where he landed cracked slightly with the pressure, as did the lord’s spine when it made contact with the floor.
Sakura could only watch with shock and surprise and Itachi turned his attention back to her. Wordlessly, he removed his cloak, wrapped her within its warmth and scooped her up delicately. He remained silent as he clutched her tightly and escaped the premises.
For once in her life, Sakura was speechless.
-
Thirty minutes later, Itachi and Sakura entered a small, obscure cabin. Only when he’d locked the door behind them did Itachi set her down.
Sakura eyed him warily. “What the hell are you doing? The mission-”
“That is my question, Sakura.”
“Your question? What the hell? You just ruined my mission.”
“You’re angry?” Itachi replied. In those two words were more emotion than she’d seen him display all day. “Do you have any idea what you were about to do?”
“Yes, Itachi. I’m not two years old. It’s not like I’m a fucking virgin. You of all people should know that.”
Suddenly, Sakura was shoved up against the wall, his body crushing her to the surface. His face was less than an inch away from her own. “No one else is allowed to touch you.” To affirm his words, he crushed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her open mouth, tasting her, remembering her. “You are mine, Sakura.”
As much as she wanted to melt into his lust, Sakura pushed him away with chakra laden fists. “I don’t want to be your toy, Itachi,” she whispered. “I’m already in way too god damn deep.”
Itachi would have none of her disobedience, and so he attacked her lips again, biting them this time for good measure. When he removed his lips, hers were deliciously swollen. “I never called you a toy. That was a label of your own making.”
“I want more than you can give, Itachi,” she bit out, voice elevating. “I want a man who will care for me, who will miss me when I’m gone, who will fucking worry for me when I’m away on a mission, who will want to make love to me and not just fuck me. I want someone who will love me.”
Itachi’s eyes pierced her own glazed eyes, his eyes flashing. “And who said that is more than I can give?”
“You didn’t have to say it! Your actions speak louder than words. If you’d cared, you wouldn’t have let me go on a mission like that. You wouldn’t have let me desecrate my body like that.”
If Sakura had been expecting an immediate retort, she didn’t get it. Instead, Itachi released his death grip on her body. He took one step back, and if Sakura didn’t know better, she would say that he was raging an internal battle.
Eventually, Itachi spoke, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I did not know of it,” he started. “I did not find out until I reached our base an hour ago. Kisame informed me of your…mission.” There was such hatred in his voice as he spoke the latter part of his sentence that Sakura was taken aback.
Itachi didn’t know? Itachi didn’t know about her awful mission? That’s why he didn’t come? Sakura didn’t even have time to be elated before she felt his grip on her arms again. He seemed to be struggling with something before he crushed her into his embrace. It was so quiet that she nearly didn’t hear. “I apologize,” he said.
From within his arms, Sakura smiled into his chest. It wasn’t quite a declaration of her beauty, but it was much more valuable than that. From Itachi, something like that…
Sakura fancied herself to think that just maybe, it meant an affirmation to all that she had just demanded.
Characters: Uchiha Itachi & Haruno Sakura
Prompts: 45. caress the darkness, kiss the light & 39. silk kimono & 29. waiting
Word Count: 1644
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
Warning: Not suitable for children. AU.
Notes: Written for 500themes & 50_shinobi & 50scenes.
-
“It is necessary.”
Sakura blinked again, the world around her focusing back into perspective. There it was, still in front of her, still real and still there and unchanged. It had just been an echo of his voice after all, and she almost wanted to laugh at the irony of everything. Whoever said that making mistakes was okay because you learned from them was an utter liar. Either that, or Sakura really was stupid and masochistic.
She would’ve thought that chasing after one damaged Uchiha would have taught her something, anything at all. But apparently not, since here she was, in exactly the same predicament as before. Only, this Uchiha didn’t even have the decency to say thank you. All Itachi had for her were his cold, harsh words, cutting her like glass and leaving no room for emotional arguments. Perhaps it was a genetic flaw. But really, she couldn’t deny that it was probably no one’s fault but her own.
She had chosen him, and inadvertently, had chosen all the pain and agony that came with him.
Sakura blew out another sigh, her breath heavy.
It was almost time to go.
“Leaf?” Kisame poked his head in, a soft quizzical stare on his aqua features. “You ready to go?”
A wry smile curled at the corner of her lips. “Will I ever be?”
A soft, almost natural laughed escaped his lips, but it was the look of solemn understanding that caught her. “You’re not half bad, Haruno.”
“Come help me with this, won’t you?”
Without another word, Kisame took a few strides towards the sulking woman. Like an expert, he picked up the beautiful kimono, the silk sliding smoothly between his blue fingers. In a smooth motion he’d unwrapped the kimono, and held it open expectantly for Sakura. On cue, Sakura dropped the robe she donned, revealing a black slip.
She raised a brow at Kisame. “You didn’t think I’d be naked under here, did you, Hoshigaki?”
Kisame scoffed back teasingly. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
A particularly hard punch to his biceps was her only reply before she slipped into the outstretched kimono. Again with his odd expertise, Kisame closed up the garment and proceeded to tie it with an equally gorgeous and elaborate obi. Sakura sucked in a hard breath as Kisame tugged on the obi, tying it tightly.
Kisame grunted. “Sorry, Haruno, but it’s got to be tight.”
“It’s alright,” she replied through pinch lips. Kisame’s abnormal strength saw that her breath was hindered slightly by the tightness of the robe, but Sakura took it as a form of punishment. Punishment for her stupidity, an interlude to the storm that was headed her way. After a few more minutes, Kisame tapped her on the shoulder.
“Go look in the mirror, princess.”
Sakura obeyed, and walked somewhat awkwardly to the full length mirror across the room. The fancy traditional kimono was new to her; with her legs constricted together, Sakura mentally groaned. This would make an already despicable mission even more difficult. Just as these thoughts passed through her mind, though, her emeralds caught sight of the reflection.
Staring back at her was a woman that barely resembled her. The kimono, with its gorgeous silky night undertone and the bright strands of emerald that ran throughout its pattern struck out against her pale skin and bright hair. While the contrast served to enhance her beauty, it was the coyness and brilliant hue of her eyes that made even her breath hitch in her throat. Delicately, she reached up to gather her hair together, and in a few quick movements had put it in a passable updo.
Kisame appeared behind her. A low whistle escaped his lips. “I’m not usually one to say this, Haruno,” he paused for a moment. “But…you are beautiful.”
Despite his compliment, Sakura’s heart sank. Would Itachi ever say those words to me?
-
Sakura giggled as she lay a coy hand on the fat lord’s arms. Her delicate touch had him grunting in pleasure. She used her hand to cover her mouth as she giggled again at his asinine jokes. It had been eighty minutes already, and frankly, the mission was going nowhere. His weight had his alcohol tolerance at ridiculously high levels, and Sakura had nearly run out of creative ways to get rid of her own alcohol.
“Shin-san!” she giggled when he put a crass hand on her breasts, giving them a hard squeeze. “Oh stop it, I’ll be embarrassed.” Squeeze any harder and I’ll castrate you, bastard, was what she really wanted to say. She refrained.
“Shut up, whore. I’ll be the judge of that.” On cue, lecherous hands reached out to undo Kisame’s delicate work. Sakura watched in dismay as the fumbling lord ripped the priceless silk at her shoulders in an attempt to undress her. He succeeded in the end, with the top of her kimono ripped into three separate shreds. Sakura closed her eyes in an attempt to keep the disgust off her face.
Only a few more minutes, then I can grab the scrolls. Only a few more minutes. Don’t mind his hands. Only a few more minutes. You’re a kunoichi. Don’t complain. This is the job. Only a few more mi-
Sakura’s last chant was cut short by the wooden door splintering open, exploding into a million separate shards. On top of her, the fat lord grunted in surprise as they both turned to the entrance.
The sight effectively stopped Sakura’s heart.
Itachi? she thought. What on earth-
“Remove your hands,” Itachi’s voice cut through the air, his tone dangerously calm.
“Who the fuck are you?” the lord spit out. “You dare command me? You little shit!” For good measure, he groped Sakura one more time, hard enough to elicit a gasp of pain from her.
Before he’d even finished, Itachi appeared before the bed, and in one motion, plucked the fat lord off of Sakura’s half clothed body. “I said, do not touch her!” With unmatched fury, Itachi threw the lord down. The spot where he landed cracked slightly with the pressure, as did the lord’s spine when it made contact with the floor.
Sakura could only watch with shock and surprise and Itachi turned his attention back to her. Wordlessly, he removed his cloak, wrapped her within its warmth and scooped her up delicately. He remained silent as he clutched her tightly and escaped the premises.
For once in her life, Sakura was speechless.
-
Thirty minutes later, Itachi and Sakura entered a small, obscure cabin. Only when he’d locked the door behind them did Itachi set her down.
Sakura eyed him warily. “What the hell are you doing? The mission-”
“That is my question, Sakura.”
“Your question? What the hell? You just ruined my mission.”
“You’re angry?” Itachi replied. In those two words were more emotion than she’d seen him display all day. “Do you have any idea what you were about to do?”
“Yes, Itachi. I’m not two years old. It’s not like I’m a fucking virgin. You of all people should know that.”
Suddenly, Sakura was shoved up against the wall, his body crushing her to the surface. His face was less than an inch away from her own. “No one else is allowed to touch you.” To affirm his words, he crushed his lips to hers, sliding his tongue into her open mouth, tasting her, remembering her. “You are mine, Sakura.”
As much as she wanted to melt into his lust, Sakura pushed him away with chakra laden fists. “I don’t want to be your toy, Itachi,” she whispered. “I’m already in way too god damn deep.”
Itachi would have none of her disobedience, and so he attacked her lips again, biting them this time for good measure. When he removed his lips, hers were deliciously swollen. “I never called you a toy. That was a label of your own making.”
“I want more than you can give, Itachi,” she bit out, voice elevating. “I want a man who will care for me, who will miss me when I’m gone, who will fucking worry for me when I’m away on a mission, who will want to make love to me and not just fuck me. I want someone who will love me.”
Itachi’s eyes pierced her own glazed eyes, his eyes flashing. “And who said that is more than I can give?”
“You didn’t have to say it! Your actions speak louder than words. If you’d cared, you wouldn’t have let me go on a mission like that. You wouldn’t have let me desecrate my body like that.”
If Sakura had been expecting an immediate retort, she didn’t get it. Instead, Itachi released his death grip on her body. He took one step back, and if Sakura didn’t know better, she would say that he was raging an internal battle.
Eventually, Itachi spoke, his voice uncharacteristically soft. “I did not know of it,” he started. “I did not find out until I reached our base an hour ago. Kisame informed me of your…mission.” There was such hatred in his voice as he spoke the latter part of his sentence that Sakura was taken aback.
Itachi didn’t know? Itachi didn’t know about her awful mission? That’s why he didn’t come? Sakura didn’t even have time to be elated before she felt his grip on her arms again. He seemed to be struggling with something before he crushed her into his embrace. It was so quiet that she nearly didn’t hear. “I apologize,” he said.
From within his arms, Sakura smiled into his chest. It wasn’t quite a declaration of her beauty, but it was much more valuable than that. From Itachi, something like that…
Sakura fancied herself to think that just maybe, it meant an affirmation to all that she had just demanded.