The Fragile

A.N. Well, this story is taking a turn I really hadn’t intended… I noticed some flaws and did my best to try and correct them without having to rewrite certain parts. But it really wouldn’t work. So I just have to push forward and hope that no one calls me out on anything… I do try to stay true to the mangas, however sometimes it just cannot be helped. So I apologize to anyone in advance of any deviance! ALSO… I apologize for the delay.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.


Chapter 12

Itachi watched as the petal-haired kunoichi picked at her meal. She shifted uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny. She looked at Kisame to see him eating ravenously as if he had not had a proper meal in days. Itachi just sat at the head of the table watching her every move. Sakura cursed at her bad luck and wondered why they felt it necessary to include her on the last two 'Akatsuki Family Gatherings' with them. It had been the same the last time. Sakura sighed into her plate of food. She just wanted to go back to the cold comfort of her solitary room, where no one would be watching her like the latest art exhibit. She cringed as Kisame brought in a platter of salmon and set it in the center of the table. The feeling of nausea was immediate. She could feel the bile rising in her throat, threatening to replace her existing salad dressing. She quickly pushed her plate away and told them not to take her plate as she quickly made her way to the bathroom down the hall. She didn’t care that she had not been excused at this point, she was just glad that she made it to the bathroom before emptying the meager contents of her stomach into the toilet.

Itachi watched her exit with curious eyes, and a little amusement. She is the first one who ever felt comfortable enough to move about as if she had every right. Kisame looked at Itachi as if to say ‘should I go get her?’ Itachi answered his silent question by following her out of the room. He heard her retching sounds coming from the bathroom. He waited only a second before opening the door quietly, peeking inside. He looked upon her curvy figure as she sat bent over the toilet, emptying her stomach. He could see tears squeezing free of her tightly shut eyes as she breathed heavily with the effort. She shifted on her knees until her back rested on the wall and she sobbed, trying desperately to quiet her sounds with her hand. Itachi watched her like he would watch a wounded creature that was dying - with intense interest. He was wondering how she would react when she opened her eyes to see him standing only a few feet in front of her. That someone of Itachi’s caliber could be standing so close without her knowledge intrigued him.

Sakura opened her bleary eyes and gasped loudly as the figure of Uchiha Itachi loomed near over her. Her fright turned to anger and she yelled at him.

“What do you want? Why am I here?” She stood quickly, nearly losing her balance, and took the few steps necessary to be face to face with the S-class criminal.

“What do you want with me?” She screamed and shoved him hard in the chest. Sakura had finally lost control of her emotions. Itachi moved back only one step, but she continued to hit him with her little fists, crying all the while. Itachi just stood and let her hit him, her fists on him were as gentle as rushing water. Itachi grew confused as she quit hitting him but continued to cling to his cloak as she cried. He couldn’t make out the muffled words she was speaking into his chest, and he was quite sure that he wanted her tirade of tears to end. No one in his or her right mind would dare to even step into his personal space, much less attack him while doing so. ‘Clearly, she is not in her right mind.’ “Calm yourself.” Itachi demanded. She quickly pulled away with a reddened face and fled the bathroom into the safety of her room, slamming the door. She couldn’t believe that she had been clinging on to Itachi as if he were her lifeline. Looking at him was like looking at Sasuke, like looking into her past. She fell onto the bed and buried her face into the pillow and continued to cry. She heard a soft click and knew that Itachi had followed her.

“Go away.” Her cries were slowly dying away into soft hiccups. By this time Itachi had convinced himself that it was in his best interest to find out what was wrong with the kunoichi.

“You need to finish eating. You’re losing weight.”

“Why the hell should you care?” she stated in a lackluster voice.

“I need you alive, obviously.” Of course, she expected a response like this, so she had responded in kind.

“Fuck you.”

“My, my. Is that a promise, or a threat?” Itachi snickered. Sakura glared over her shoulder with all the hate that she could muster.

“I would never consort with the likes of you!” Sakura spat.

“Oh, am I not to your liking Sakura-chan?” He replied in a mocking tone, moving closer to her. Sakura was getting uneasy as he approached her step by step, until he reached her and stroked the side of her face with his fingertips.

“Get away from me!” Sakura turned her face sharply to remove his touch.

“Then tell me, Sakura-chan, what is your type?” Itachi was having fun baiting her. At least it was better than seeing her cry.

‘That is not your concern!” She slid as far as she could away from his looming presence until her back hit the wall. Itachi’s eyes narrowed as she placed her hands on her abdomen in a defensive manner. Sakura looked down under his intense scrutiny and realized with a flash of insight what he was staring at. She jerked her hands away as if she herself were as hot as a fire. She could only stare at his face, trying to read his emotions, but to no avail. His face remained stoic throughout his epiphany, save his narrowed eyes.

Itachi realized in an instant what was wrong with the kunoichi. But he had no idea how to take this turn of events. So he simply turned and left the room without a word, the door shutting with a sense of finality that their ‘conversation’ was over… for now. Sakura slumped over on the bed, too tired for any more tears. She fell into an uneasy sleep shortly after.

After a few hours of contemplating, Itachi returned to Sakura’s room and set down a small plate of fruit beside her bed. He knew that she likely wasn’t able to keep anything heavy down. He could really careless if she ate, so long as she stayed alive long enough to be of use to him. He chuckled soundlessly as he thought about the group of ninja that were no doubt on their way to rescue the pink-haired beauty. Hopefully they would arrive soon, he was growing slightly impatient. ‘My time is running short…’ He gazed at the soft curves of the kunoichi lying prone on the bed, with her hands guarding her still-flat stomach. Itachi had allowed his mind to wander and pictured Sakura swollen with child. A shudder raced through him at the thought of being turned on by a pregnant kunoichi. ‘Children are irritants on their best of days.’ He thought with a sneer. ‘Not useful for much of anything.’ Itachi mentally berated himself for having such perverse thoughts about the girl. He quickly remembered just why he did not keep company with females. They were irrational, hormonal, and a very, very big distraction.

He loomed over her figure and whispered against the shell of her ear, “Time to eat, Sakura-chan”. Despite his attempt to rouse the girl, she remained asleep. Itachi itched to run his hands over her curves. He rarely allowed himself the pleasure of women. It had been almost eight months since he had last indulged himself. He inhaled the scent of her hair, a little dismayed that it smelled like the masculine, standard issue Akatsuki shampoo. Well, at least Kisame had followed his order to let her to bathe. He sat at the edge of the bed and allowed his hand to run the length of one of her slender, well-toned legs, stopping just short of the juncture between her thighs. His curiosity got the better of him and he moved her hands away from her stomach and replaced them with his own. He focused and could feel the stirrings of another chakra within her. Itachi had to admit that it was… interesting. His brow creased as he considered who had been fortunate enough to fuck the pink-haired beauty. There wasn’t much Itachi actually admired, so he was loath to admit that he was very much attracted to her.

Sakura drifted close to consciousness, becoming aware of a warm feeling on her stomach. Her eyes flitted open to see Itachi resting his hands over her abdomen, completely transfixed on it.

“What are you doing?” She demanded. “Get away!” She tried to pry his hands off of her, to no avail.

“Who’s is it?” He asked.

“It’s mine, ass! Now get off!” She demanded, her voice rising with her frustration.

“Tell me, kunoichi. I do have other ways of… extracting information.” His trademark eyes began to swirl slowly as he stared into her eyes. Sakura began to panic as the three commas began to join, forming the terrorizing Mangekyou Sharingan. Her heart began to race, nearly paralyzing her in fear. She panicked.

“Kakashi!” She shrieked. “Hatake Kakashi!”

Whatever he was expecting to hear, this was not it. Could he truly be this lucky? Then, his thoughts turned as he imagined Kakashi taking her. Fucking bastard. He didn’t deserve the Sharingan, or the pleasure of having Sakura. Oh, well. Nothing for it now. Kakashi would soon have neither.

End Chapter 12

A.N. Let me know what you think. The coming chapter will feature the work of HellBent… my dearest hubby. So look alive! Great fighting ahead!!