Nothing Else Matters

Disclaimer: Don't own Naruto, never will. Sux to be one of the little people sometimes, doesn't it? jk....



Note: Obviously, there will be language, possible violence and a lemon involved, or it may be a mini-lemon (just depends on your pov)...so buckle down and get ready for the fun to ensue. Happy reading! ;) This chapter has a Sak/? pairing and I'll let you guess towards the end. :)



Nothing Else Matters

Chapter 2: The Nature of Things



Everywhere Sakura had gone that day she'd seen Sasuke and Daisan walking, rather happily, around Konoha. But the pink haired medic-nin knew better. He was only pretending happiness. His eyes, cold and flat, still icy after all this time, didn't express warm feelings like they did when he was with her. Sasuke occasionally smiled while around her, too. But with Daisan, his actions seemed forced. A lie.



Sakura watched as they passed her; Sasuke's eyes stared into hers. Warmth flooded her face and body, as did hurt. Hurt by his silence on the subject. Why couldn't he have told her first? Didn't he want her to know? And Sakura was hurt because she'd believed that it'd be her in his arms. Her, he'd wake to every morning, and her, that he'd give his love to and pledge his life to protect her always. So where had everything gone wrong? What had she done wrong?



A gloating look flashed her way as the couple passed. Her rival, one she'd thought sweet and friendly, didn't seem so friendly now. Daisan's eyes told her that she'd won the war without so much a battle. Bitch, thought Sakura, we'll see who wins. And I'd like to shove my kunai straight up her....but then again she'd probably like something twisted like that.



"Moving on", Sakura sighed, her lips pouting, her eyes staring down the street before her. The only way to ever catch Sasuke's attention would be to become one of the strongest kunoichi in the village, which unfortunately, his affianced side clinging ornament already claimed that distinction. Well, not brute strength-wise. She knew she could beat Daisan hands down in that arena, but everything else was a blurred no or maybe. And so far she was doubtful she could win her former Sharingan eyed friend back, wooing him, lavishing him with her loving attention.



And why not? Daisan's kunoichi level was so much more above her own; possibly to the point she'd never get close enough to touch it. The dark haired girl belonged to the elite shinobi group, ANBU, after all! She'd be a tough cookie, but maybe Sakura could do it! Maybe if she threw herself on the mercies of Kakashi or Itachi they would help her, train her. Sasuke had always wanted more power, even wanted a female with a power level to match his own. Well, now he'd have it. And between he and Itachi, they'd resurrect the almost extinct Uchiha clan.



With a heavy heart and her stomach in her shoes, Sakura turned away. Legs moving quickly, her head could only tell her to run away. Run. And she did until she ran into a thin, wiry mass of muscles. Gasping as she fell, Sakura made a grab for the arms in front of her. Suddenly, her descent halted. No longer falling, she glanced up at her savior. Itachi. Oh, Kami, why him? Why did she have to run into, literally speaking, Sasuke's older brother.



“Itachi”, she whispered breathlessly.



His black eyes, so black you couldn't see the pupils, studied her; his lips pressed together firmly, jaw so tight she could see the clenching movement as he gritted his teeth in anger. Itachi, so tall, that Sasuke hadn't managed to catch up to him yet, intimidated her with his height, and infuriated face.



Sakura prayed she'd done nothing to anger Itachi. He'd been one of her closest friends, and champions, since his brothers abrupt departure some time ago, not that she'd needed any. They'd all shown up. And nothing she could do would convince them otherwise.



Taking a chance, Sakura asked him, “Have I done something wrong, Itachi?”



Black eyes following a movement she couldn't see, he replied harshly, “It's not you.”



“Who, or what is it then?”



Without warning, his mood changed drastically. His eyes reflected a gentler light, his lips eased into a smile made just for her. Reaching down, he lightly caressed her cheek. “My brother's such a fool, Sakura. He's such a fool.” Dropping his hand, Itachi turned on his heel leaving a confused Sakura behind him.



A fool? Itachi never acted in this manner. He was even more aloof and cool than his younger brother, except when he was around Sakura. That's the only time he opened up becoming something more than just a weapon or an Uchiha heir. Boy was she confused and weirded out. What to do....not knowing she began walking, losing herself in the scenery and thinking on Itachi's earlier statements. Unsure of what to do she headed home.



On the way home, Sakura in her ponderings, wandered past the Uchiha manor, where Itachi and Sasuke lived comfortably with their family. No one, including Naruto was certain how Sasuke had achieved such coldness while his family was totally opposite.



Arms crossed over her chest, long legs swinging in a languid walk, Sakura believed Sasuke's attitute was a result of the time he spent with Orochimaru. Damn that bastard for ruining their lives! A voice carried on the wind reaching her well trained ears.



“Do that again; it felt so good!”



A woman's voice.



Deciding to follow it, she moved forward. She could hear a man's groaning. Surely it was Itachi satiating himself. But he'd just left her so that'd make him pretty quick on the draw! Was any man that fast? Aside from Genma? Holding her small hand over her mouth, she snickered over her little joke. Of course Genma might not be happy to have heard it, but the man was nothing short of a man-whore who'd fuck any female- almost any female- on two legs.



Sakura didn't know who else it would be since she didn't recognize the male's voice. It almost seemed a growl. Hell, maybe Kaka-sensei finally got a life and was getting laid! Now that would be priceless! Too bad Naruto couldn't be here to view this, but she'd tell him everything that didn't scar her eyes and mind for life.



Jumping into the trees overlooking Uchiha Manor, Sakura looked into the garden in back of the huge house. Tears welled in her eyes falling rapidly at the sight that greeted her. Sasuke and Daisan, in the throes of passion, crying out as they made love under the sun.



Leaping down, wetness flooding her vision, Sakura took off for home at top speed. But in her curiosity, and the following misery, she was unaware that another watched her. Eyes steeped in pity for the green eyed girl. Eyes that had watched her for some time.



Entering the door to her apartment, she slammed the door; running towards her bedroom she threw herself down on the mattress crying herself into oblivion.



Hours later............................................................................................

Stepping from the shower; drying the water from her body Sakura stared at her reflection. My eyes have seen better days, she mused, but overall it was an improvement. Brushing her hair and teeth, Sakura hung her towel on the rack and walked into her bedroom.



Throwing on a red halter top that showed her belly and breasts to perfection; it left nothing to the imagination. Her flat stomach, pale in color as the rest of her, revealed a piercing in her navel. A pink butterfly dangled there, daintily, winking at everyone who'd dare to look.



Slipping into a black mini skirt, Sakura admired her own long, lean legs. They were well formed, and muscled, due to all the training and missions she'd received. And she wasn't complaining. Pulling her black, low-heeled boots on; she smiled at the picture she presented in her tall mirror located on the closet door. Dressed to kill.



Sakura had a mission of her own tonight and she'd complete it even it almost killed her. She'd do it. She'd wipe Sasuke from her mind and heart, if not forever, then however long she could accomplish it....it would be done.



Strolling through her apartment and grabbing her keys from the counter, Sakura closed the door behind her slim figure, smirking as she left. For one night, some lucky guy would have her....just for the night.



Calmly walking down the streets, she finally came to the place she desired, a local haunt by everyone she knew called Rocks. Simple, but you could basically get any drink you wanted. The owner was a bear of a man, sweet when he wanted to be, but an intimidating force if messed with.



Entering the door Sakura headed straight for the bar and plopped down. “Sage, give me the strongest beer ya got!” Her head bobbed once as she slapped the bar.



People called him sage because few knew his true name, and he always handed out smart advice, as did your typical bartender. But his advice was never typical. Mostly, his words would leave you stunned; wondering what the hell did he say and mean?



An eyebrow raised at her request. He'd never known her to be here like this. Sakura was purposefully planning on getting drunk. Her plan had already revealed itself in his eyes.



Placing her drink before her, Sage cautioned her. “Don't do anything stupid, Sakura. If you need ears...here they are”, he promised gesturing at himself.



“I'll be careful. Nice to know you care, Sage.”



Quickly downing the contents, Sakura asked for another. She'd made it to the fifth one when a male body sat down on the stool next to her. Her mind, so fuzzy, at this point she didn't care who it was, it didn't matter at all. She'd strike back at the one who'd hurt her so badly, regardless of how childish her actions happened to be. He'd pay for those hurts, each and every one!



Turning towards the voice whispering in her ear, Sakura greeted her company. “Genma. Nice to see you here.” Throwing her arm around him, she planted a kiss on his lips. Heat searing the both of them upon contact.



Encouraged by her action, Genma's hands slipped around her waist, fondling every inch of exposed and non-exposed skin. He kept getting closer prepared to claim the pink haired medic-nin for his own when a hand slapped down on his shoulder.



The senbon master's head shot up at the unwelcomed interruption. Seeing the instigator, Genma immediately backed off. Cold, hard eyes and a towering figure stood to his side. Only one word was uttered, yet it carried a wealth of meaning from its owner.



“Leave.”



“Don't think so. I saw her first, so I'm staying.” Genma flashed a grin towards the female at his side. “We've got plans shortly, so get your own piece of ass!”



The man flinched at his casual generalization of Sakura. It angered him beyond reason; provoked him beyond words. Jerking him up, staring deeply into Genma's eyes, he angrily hissed, “I told you to leave. Now, I won't ask again. Persist and you'll get the ass-kicking of your life. Now, go!”



Pissed, Genma vacated the stool and endured catcalls and friendly insults regarding his failure with Sakura. Reaching his friends' table, he sat down seething from the other man's arrogance and commanding nature.



One of his friends, silver haired and masked, Kakashi remarked, “Too bad she has a bodyguard! Better luck with some other girl, eh, Genma?”



Personally, Kakashi found himself relieved that Genma hadn't succeeded. Had his friend pursued her, the older, experienced Jounin, who considered Sakura like a sister, would've felt responsible for her and would've taken action in regards to her honor.



The table grew rowdy, chaotic, in laughter and jokes. Sake flowed heavily all around them. Soon Genma's disastrous attempt was forgotten.



Shaking her head; smiling at the one who'd cut in on Genma, Sakura laughed in her drunken state. “You're always following me, aren't you?”



“That i am”, he replied matter of factly.



Ordering a couple of drinks for himself, he downed them as quickly as he received them, yet his body wouldn't feel the effects. Not like his companion was feeling them. Caught in a myriad of emotions, the dark haired man downed another sake.



He was furious for her foolish actions. Especially those he'd witnessed her performing with Genma. Every villager in Konoha was aware the man was nothing but a man-whore. He'd screw almost everything on two legs, as long as they were long legs and had looks to match.



While he pondered his fury, he was still amazed by her courage and daring. Not many would do as she dared tonight. Sakura was pure fire with a temper to go with it. And her monstrous strength...well, that was another attribute for the medic-nin.



If she was that determined to go home with someone and make her forget....there was no one better than he. Throwing back a freshly ordered sake, he leaned over; whispering, “Shall we take this someplace more comfortable?”



His tone increased her heart rate, a pool of longing welled up, and she no longer wanted to deny the twisted working's of her mind and heart. Sakura was torn; conflicted. NO! She told herself, tonight, he won't rule me. I'll do as I please and to hell with the consequences!



Licking her lips, wetting them in eager anticipation, she nodded. “Yes.”



Taking her hand, he worked a path through the rowdy crowd; finally getting them outside, he gathered her into his strong arms carrying her in the direction of her apartment. Better there than his place, he thought.





Some time later the duo entered her apartment. Still carrying Sakura, he made his way to her room.



Stepping through the threshold to her room, he laid her down on the bed, so gently. Staring down at her, the silent man drank in her beauty which had been intensified in the moon's light, softly filtering in through her now opened window; curtains billowing in a stirring breeze.



Moving the blankets aside, Sakura looked upon him with lust begging to be freed. Her wide, jade eyes stared at him as he slowly made his way towards her.



Crawling on the bed towards his prey, he kissed her fiercely as he reached her, hands groping, their bodies fevered, burning up. Roughly pulling her smaller frame closer, he blazed a wet trail from her lips to her throat causing her to emit a throaty moan of pleasure.



Sakura, floating on a cloud, a drunken cloud at that, reached out to touch her lover. His muscles bunched underneath his white shirt and dark pants. She could feel the power they possessed, the power they could yield. It frightened her, yet excited her.



Urging her to sit up, he removed her shirt and bindings. Leaning down, one at a time, he took possession of each pert breast. He stopped long enough for her to divest him of his shirt; then he continued down her stomach. Pressing small, sweet kisses down her left leg he removed her left boot, then her right. Licking slowly up her right leg, he halted at the waistband of her skirt.



Teeth biting down into her lower lip, Sakura was truly on fire. Never before had anyone made her feel this way, of course she'd never been with a man in this way either. A coil, slowly tensing inside her belly caused her to writhe and urge her partner to hurry. She wanted him naked. All of him.



Pushing his own waistband down, she couldn't get very far as they were tightly tied. Frustrated, she groaned; he smirked at her insistence.



“Be patient. All in good time”, he whispered before withdrawing from her to stand by the bed.



Taunting his lover, dark hair falling into his eyes, he untied the string agonizingly slow, torturously. In the moonlight with his hair in his eyes, he looked so rakish. He'd never looked so hot! Who knew this man had the making's of a sex god underneath that muscular, gorgeous body of his! So many stimulations at once. There was almost too much assailing her senses and she was sure a sensory overload would be eventually eminent.



“Don't make me wait to long”, she returned. Her breath coming in pants, she wanted nothing more than hot, fierce sex. Something for her to remember for the rest of her life. Her thoughts were wrong, she knew, but her current position made regrets impossible.



Now, he stood completely bare before her and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. Getting back to the nature of things, he climbed on the bed resuming his previous actions. Pleasuring her. Sakura was all that mattered in this moment in time. For one moment, Sakura was his; only his.



A twinkle in her belly caught his eye. Perplexed, he asked, “What the hell is that?”



Voice laden with lust, “It's a belly piercing. A present from my friend, Naruto. He dared me to get it. He was gracious enough to pay for it, too.” She smirked at the brief memory.



“Belly piercing,huh? Nice....love your decoration of choice.”



He resumed kissing and licking her stomach. As he did, his hand worked its way into her most private confines. By now, the liquor he'd consumed was working magic,of sorts. He teased her inner, feminine workings. His tongue pleasing and teasing her folds, lapping at every inch. He moved quickly to nibble gently at her clit, the sensations hitting Sakura so hard and fast, her small body bucked, her fists wrapped tightly in the sheets; her voice strangled with desire as she cried out, the pressure and feelings so intense she swore she was about to die. His passion growing as her body almost shot off the bed again as he teased, licked and taunted her with his ministrations.



“Kami, you're killing me! Please!”



Smiling, he knew what she wanted; what she needed. The pink haired girl-woman was right where he wanted her....in a position to finally see how much he cared for her and adored her. She was the one person he could trust with anything no matter what.



Slipping a finger inside he realized her body was still tight. But, she'd never said whether she'd been with someone before or not. But her actions said otherwise. At this point he was still unsure as to whether she was experienced or not. And he didn't want to ask her making it seemed he doubted her, or that she slept around for that matter.



For a moment, he allowed himself to be angry. Tonight she'd gone out with the intention of going home with someone in order to forget another that plagued her heart. And it wouldn't have been just someone...it could've been anyone! His mind grew rigid with fury over her stupidity. There's no telling who it would've been had he not seen her and come along! And then who knows how that someone would've treated her. Not like the gentle, tender flower she deserved to be treated as, more than likely. He could only be grateful to Kami that he happened along to rescue her from a night of hell!



Growing used to the stretching sensation, she moaned, distracting him from his angry thoughts, he added a second and eventually a third. Satisfied that she was ready, he positioned himself for entrance and quickly thrust inside. Feeling something inside tear and seeing tears roll from her eyes, he knew he'd made a bad mistake. This was no experienced woman, but a naïve virgin.



The pain written so easily across her face broke his heart. Deep inside himself, he'd sworn a vow never to hurt the kunoichi who'd been his friend. What had he done? Unfortunately, the deed couldn't be taken back now, so he moved forward. Sweat beading along their bodies creating a slick barrier between them, he smiled as Sakura cried out her pleasure. His head fell back as his own release built. He felt his control slipping, the need to roar his release to the heavens hit him in waves.



Soon the tears replaced with lust. Her moans joined with his; her nails scraped down his back in encouragement. Speeding up his movement, both of them moaning and crying out their pleasure to the other, he leaned down kissing her with such soul searing ferocity her lips felt scorched, her body felt the burn, but more importantly, her soul felt the brand as it was placed upon it and her rapidly pounding heart. Moving together as one, the two of them cried out as they reached their sexual pinnacle, verbally released their cries to Kami above and professing their satisfaction in one another while falling back to the earth in bliss.



Trying to summon the words he felt; they wouldn't come. So he held her tightly against him hoping this wouldn't come back to bite him in the ass. Not like it mattered. This consumation, especially if they were discovered, could cause more problems then either of them needed or wanted. Whatever happened, he swore to himself that he'd always be close to protect her whenever situations warranted his intervention. However, she, a strong kunoichi in her own right, and he, for one, never doubted her abilities or strengths.



Listening to her low breathing, the sound lulled him into an easy sleep.



Still snoozing, Sakura turned over facing him; never waking the rest of the night.



Morning arrived in all it's brightest, cheeriest glory all too soon. The previous night's woven spell over the lovers..broken the moment Sakura opened her eyes.



Groaning, her hand flew to her pounding head. “What did I do? My head hurts so bad!” Rubbing her temples she wondered if she'd taken Naruto on in a head-butting contest due to the splitting ache she was suffering.



Relieved to see familiar surroundings, she froze as she realized she wasn't alone. Turning slowly, Sakura's face twisted into disbelief and horror. Picking up the sheet covering her thin body, confusion; tears welled. Just what had she done?



Looking at the man sleeping contentedly at her side, Sakura cried. The urge to do something in revenge had worked....all too well. Unfortunately, it couldn't be revoked or undone in any way.



A pair of eyes and a smile greeted her. “Morning”, his voice rumbled.



Still immersed in shock she asked, “You? Why did it have to be you?”





A/N: Sorry about the cliffy...I'm really good at writing those. :) But also I was curious to see how many people could guess, or would want to guess who Sakura's lover in this chapter was? Anybody? :) Btw, if any of you were disappointed in the scene between Sakura and her lover...I'm sorry! I'm not very good at writing them and I thought I'd give it a little go.