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Somewhere in the snow
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Category:
Naruto › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,166
Reviews:
90
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Naruto, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
pretend it wont hurt
disclaimer: if NARUTO were mine NAKEDNESS WOULD ENSUE!
A/N: Whhhhhy did i write this chapter? honestly i dont know maybe i was just going through a fetish moment and it needed to be done.....Its a mystery
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Somewhere in the snow
Chapter Three: Pretend it wont hurt
Sakura woke up the next morning with the uncomfortable feeling that she was being watched. She carefully turned her head to the side to find the man named Kisame staring at her intently. He was a friend of her husband…so why did he give her the creeps like this? She soon realized what had woken her from her deep sleep, she had to pee but hell if she was gonna do it in front of this asshole.
“Ummm…can you tell me, where is Itachi?” she quietly asked, hoping none of her distress showed.
“Right here,” came the quiet voice from the doorway. He was standing in the open, wind teasing his hair, and throwing snow in through the threshold. He walked in and carefully closed the door to keep more snow from pilling up.
“Kisame,” the grey skinned man just ignored him and continued scrutinizing the girl.
“Kisame,” he repeated a little more forcefully but no louder then before, Sakura noticed her husband never said anything loudly. She guessed with her he just didn’t need to. This time Itachi got his attention and Kisame turned to face the other man, the smirk falling off his face.
“The snow is piling up pretty high outside the cabin we need to keep the paths and windows clear.” Taking the hint Kisame got up and reached for his coat, and slamming the door on his way out.
He walked over to the side of the bed to stare down at her, his facial expression never changed and even though she tried Sakura had no idea what he could possibly be thinking at that moment.
“What?” which was rather cold but she would get over it, though it made the next question a bit hard to ask.
“Umm…I really have to get up, you know I have to…” she trailed off as he continued to look at her. His eyebrow came up as he impatiently waited for her to finish. Sakura was more then just a little bit embarrassed at this point.
“I have to pee!”
She opted for blurting it out which seemed the best course of action at the moment. He nodded his head as if this sort of behavior was just to be expected. Without another word Itachi lifted the blanket away, placed a hand behind her knees, and the other under her shoulders, and easily lifted her to rest against his chest being careful not to aggravate her injuries. It didn’t matter that it hurt like hell.
She felt agony race up and down her leg, all the way into the pit of her stomach. Forcing her to want to throw up the little bit of bile she had in her stomach. Without thinking, she formed a quick set of complicated seals allowing her chakra to focus on the point of her hand and then easing it down into the torn tissue of her leg and stomach.
She was panting heavily when the pain finally cleared enough for her to focus, she looked up at Itachi only to notice his eyes glowing red as he watched her perform the jutsu on herself. It shocked her enough that she was unable to hold the threads of her chakra and she let it go.
“It seems like you're able to remember that well enough,” He finally commented, looking down at her. She didn’t know where THAT came from but she was more than happy she remembered.
Now if she could only remember again….
Itachi took her to the small un-adorned bathroom where he gently set her down on the toilet seat. He started to reach for the loose pair of shorts, which was all she was wearing besides the bandages that wrapped her chest.
“Um, I think I can do it myself,” she said hesitantly, her face flaming red.
He just looked at her with his mask-like face and again the one eyebrow rose. He let go and turned around as Sakura attempted to pull them down herself. Not only could she not do it but she suddenly couldn’t hold herself upright any more. Itachi turned around, grabbed her as she began to slip off the edge of the toilet, pushing her hands away he reached under her hips and pulled the shorts down. He knelt in front of her and stretched out an arm on either side of her to lean against.
She was just too embarrassed to do THAT in front of this quiet man and what made it even harder was him sitting right there WATCHING her. Her face grew even redder and turning her face away, she released her bladder. The noise of it splashing into the water below and her heavy breathing the only sound in the little room. She finished, looked at him, and tried to pull the shorts back up while leaning on his arms. He let her struggle at it for a little while before just grabbing them and pulling them up for her.
He again lifted her into his arms and she was thankful that whatever she had done made the majority of the pain ease away. He maneuvered her through the door then laid her back down on the bed. She again lay starring up at the ceiling but turned her head to watch him working around the fire. She closed her eyes as the image of him oiling up his knife burned into the back of her eyes.
"oooooh itachi! fuck me now!" HA HA NO!!! no lemon tarts yet for you bad readers *whips you*
A/N: Whhhhhy did i write this chapter? honestly i dont know maybe i was just going through a fetish moment and it needed to be done.....Its a mystery
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Somewhere in the snow
Chapter Three: Pretend it wont hurt
Sakura woke up the next morning with the uncomfortable feeling that she was being watched. She carefully turned her head to the side to find the man named Kisame staring at her intently. He was a friend of her husband…so why did he give her the creeps like this? She soon realized what had woken her from her deep sleep, she had to pee but hell if she was gonna do it in front of this asshole.
“Ummm…can you tell me, where is Itachi?” she quietly asked, hoping none of her distress showed.
“Right here,” came the quiet voice from the doorway. He was standing in the open, wind teasing his hair, and throwing snow in through the threshold. He walked in and carefully closed the door to keep more snow from pilling up.
“Kisame,” the grey skinned man just ignored him and continued scrutinizing the girl.
“Kisame,” he repeated a little more forcefully but no louder then before, Sakura noticed her husband never said anything loudly. She guessed with her he just didn’t need to. This time Itachi got his attention and Kisame turned to face the other man, the smirk falling off his face.
“The snow is piling up pretty high outside the cabin we need to keep the paths and windows clear.” Taking the hint Kisame got up and reached for his coat, and slamming the door on his way out.
He walked over to the side of the bed to stare down at her, his facial expression never changed and even though she tried Sakura had no idea what he could possibly be thinking at that moment.
“What?” which was rather cold but she would get over it, though it made the next question a bit hard to ask.
“Umm…I really have to get up, you know I have to…” she trailed off as he continued to look at her. His eyebrow came up as he impatiently waited for her to finish. Sakura was more then just a little bit embarrassed at this point.
“I have to pee!”
She opted for blurting it out which seemed the best course of action at the moment. He nodded his head as if this sort of behavior was just to be expected. Without another word Itachi lifted the blanket away, placed a hand behind her knees, and the other under her shoulders, and easily lifted her to rest against his chest being careful not to aggravate her injuries. It didn’t matter that it hurt like hell.
She felt agony race up and down her leg, all the way into the pit of her stomach. Forcing her to want to throw up the little bit of bile she had in her stomach. Without thinking, she formed a quick set of complicated seals allowing her chakra to focus on the point of her hand and then easing it down into the torn tissue of her leg and stomach.
She was panting heavily when the pain finally cleared enough for her to focus, she looked up at Itachi only to notice his eyes glowing red as he watched her perform the jutsu on herself. It shocked her enough that she was unable to hold the threads of her chakra and she let it go.
“It seems like you're able to remember that well enough,” He finally commented, looking down at her. She didn’t know where THAT came from but she was more than happy she remembered.
Now if she could only remember again….
Itachi took her to the small un-adorned bathroom where he gently set her down on the toilet seat. He started to reach for the loose pair of shorts, which was all she was wearing besides the bandages that wrapped her chest.
“Um, I think I can do it myself,” she said hesitantly, her face flaming red.
He just looked at her with his mask-like face and again the one eyebrow rose. He let go and turned around as Sakura attempted to pull them down herself. Not only could she not do it but she suddenly couldn’t hold herself upright any more. Itachi turned around, grabbed her as she began to slip off the edge of the toilet, pushing her hands away he reached under her hips and pulled the shorts down. He knelt in front of her and stretched out an arm on either side of her to lean against.
She was just too embarrassed to do THAT in front of this quiet man and what made it even harder was him sitting right there WATCHING her. Her face grew even redder and turning her face away, she released her bladder. The noise of it splashing into the water below and her heavy breathing the only sound in the little room. She finished, looked at him, and tried to pull the shorts back up while leaning on his arms. He let her struggle at it for a little while before just grabbing them and pulling them up for her.
He again lifted her into his arms and she was thankful that whatever she had done made the majority of the pain ease away. He maneuvered her through the door then laid her back down on the bed. She again lay starring up at the ceiling but turned her head to watch him working around the fire. She closed her eyes as the image of him oiling up his knife burned into the back of her eyes.
"oooooh itachi! fuck me now!" HA HA NO!!! no lemon tarts yet for you bad readers *whips you*