Somewhere in the snow

anyways me no own naruto, but Sasuke remains chained to my toilet...do you think i should give hims somthing to eat? ims Sure he is hungry by now...oh well not matter im sure he's fine!

waaa! why do all my pets die!?

ok ive blathered enough
happy reading!
And again all thanks go to Nacht for her great beta work.
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Chapter 4 No reprieve from the cold


Sakura lay in bed and realized... Itachi never slept in the same bed with her…

Granted, she had been pretty beaten up at first but now she was doing a lot better, she was even getting to the point where she could limp around the small cabin if she held on to wall. She idly wondered to herself if he even slept. He didn’t seem the kind of person who would ever let his guard down enough to let himself rest in peaceful slumber. It was kind of depressing, she wanted to know what it would be like to sleep next to him.

Despite the fact she was married to him everything just seemed so new to her…was that right? Should it really feel that way? It was just too confusing and the more she thought about it the more confused she became.

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Sakura had slowly become clear headed as time went on, with images of her past starting to surface in her mind like dark weeds floating to the surface of a pond. Although she couldn’t remember names or places, she could clearly see faces when she thought about it enough. Though most of it was unconscious at first, her training was starting to come back to her, and helped to remove some of the pain in her body, especially her crushed hip. The rest of her life remained a blank slate, and try as she might to clear the images in her head, they remained stubbornly absent of all meaning.


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She lay amid blankets doing a quiet study of the two men standing in the middle of the room looking alternately at the ceiling and then out the window where snow continued to fall in lazy drifts. The white slowly piling up against every side of the cabin that she could see. To her growing amusement, every once and a while one of them would lean up and stare at one of the beams that led to the ceiling then turn once more to contemplate the boards above them.

She had at first wondered if this was some obscure form of male bonding and gazed for quite a while at the ceiling herself, but found nothing there to cause this much interest. This continued on in complete silence, Sakura found that she grew sick of companionable silence, to the point where she just wanted to rear back her head and scream. Fed up with this boring, seemingly mindless activity, she decided to roll over and take another nap instead.


Two hours later

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.


They were walking on the roof, their boots making loud THUNKS overhead driving Sakura out of her mind. Each time she almost drifted to sleep a loud thunk would sound overhead reverberating through the whole house, knocking dust and grit on her.

She gave up trying to sleep and lay back intently listening, trying to find out what had them so occupied on the roof, but she was unable to decipher their conversation over the sound of the wind howling around the window casements.


Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Slosh....

'Slosh....that's new....What the hell ARE they doing?' Despite the fact that Sakura saw herself as an intelligent person, it took her a full minute to figure it out.

"Oooh! So that's what they're up to!"


Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. CRASH!


Sakura bolted upright as one side of the cabin creaked and groaned, then gave way with a sudden CRACK! Splintered timbers and shingles crashed into the room spilling great piles of dirty snow everywhere along with half of the wall, causing the remaining walls to precariously sag inward.

“I told you that if you piled it all on one side it would cave in,” Came Itachi’s quiet reprimand.

“Yea, but I thought that side would be able to hold the most. It looked sturdier than the other side, besides this isn’t exactly easy you know.” Came the gravelly reply in defense.


Sakura grabbed onto a wall using it as leverage, then thought better of it. She watched as it tilted into the room. She pushed her arms under herself, levered into a sitting, then a standing position, and limped over to the big hole in the ceiling. At first she squinted into the glare from outside, finally made out the forms of both Itachi and Kisame staring down at her. Neither seeming too upset that there was a big effing HOLE in the effing CEILING or the fact that the now melting snow was getting EVERYTHING wet.

She looked around at the destruction then back up at the men staring down at her. She tried to keep it in…she really did try…she started to raise her hands to her hips and dropped them down thinking better of it. Sakura stared at the ground for a minute before her hand snapped up pointing at the two men, and the wrath just burst out like water from a busted dam.

“What the hell were you thinking?! Of COURSE it's gonna cave in if you pile it all on one side! Kisame no baka baka baka baka! Damn it! I don’t even know a word bad enough to call you except to say you’re a freaking idiot!” Sakura’s Glare Of Death and Finger Of Doom then turned and pointed to the other culprit, “And YOU! It's not like you didn’t have the excuse of not KNOWING he is an idiot. This is as much YOUR fault as it is his! What the hell are you two gonna do about the giant fucking HOLE?!”


Glaring up at the men who calmly looked down at her, Sakura finally felt the steam leaving her body as the cold penetrated her thin layer of clothing. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, her teeth chattering loudly in the new silence. Itachi stared down at her with dark emotionless eyes, not replying to her accusations just turned and jumped off the roof. Kisame on the other hand, grinned manically down at her as he bared his teeth, threw back his head, and roared with laughter.


“Damn, you’re a feisty little bitch, aren’t you?” he roared out laughing, turned and headed back across the roof.

Sakura’s face went bright red. She felt the quiet presence behind her and turned around to see Itachi standing next to her silently waiting for her attention. He was like that, he just expected you to pay attention to him...she wondered what would happen if she ignored him long enough.


“Are you cold?” he asked her simply when she finally looked over at him.


“Yea, kinda, I don’t know that there is anything else for me to wear.” She knew because she had already looked through most of the belongings. Both men had clothes and supplies but she didn’t have anything besides the clothes on her back. She was wearing Itachi’s clothes anyways, at least she prayed they were Itachi’s. But to be honest, they didn’t really smell enough like fish to be the Shark's, now that she thought about it.

One thing that grossed her out every time she came near Kisame was the fact that the man smelled like rotting fish...that had been sitting in the sun...for three days....filled with maggots. It was enough to make any strong person want to gag and her stomach became decidedly weak whenever she got to close to him.


She stared down at the soaked floorboards and moved her feet away from the spreading stain but was surprised when she felt instant warmth cover her shoulders. She pulled the coat that Itachi had thrown over her around herself more tightly and snuggled her face into the high collar quietly thanking him. He didn't seem to be cold as he stood in his black net top and cotton pants with his breath fogging the air in front of him.

“Get your things together, we're leaving. I want a couple hours to travel. We’ve got about five miles to cover before it gets dark.” He turned from her after that statement and started packing up gear before setting it against the wall. Sakura immediately turned and looked at the sleeping area wondering how much he wanted to bring.

“All of it,” Was the quiet statement behind her.

Sakura sweat dropped ‘Does he read minds? Seriously, does he?’

She scuttled over to the bed and started rolling up blankets and cushions as tightly as she could. She had no idea how Itachi planned to move all of this but she trusted that he must have a way. She turned to the pots, pans, and spices that were sitting out near the fire pit, placing them into the storage packs brought along for that purpose. They were a camping set, each fit neatly into the other and folded away perfectly.

When she had packed everything she could possibly find, Sakura looked around the now bare room for anything of significance and could find nothing. It was blank, there were no reminders for her.

She watched the dark haired shinobi enter the room once more and start picking up packages, tossing them out the door to Kisame. Sakura was amazed when she saw that they had rigged up a small cart into a sled with two long ties for someone to pull it.

‘Pretty smart’ she had to admit to herself, she doubted if she would have thought up something that good. But she noticed that some of the bags were being left at Kisame’s feet while the majority went into the sled, even though it looked like they would fit easily. 'Why not? Is he going somewhere else? Oh PLEASE say he is going somewhere else!'


Blankets and cushions were thrown on top of the whole affair with a tarp being tossed over to keep them from becoming wet. Itachi turned to her and before she could move, the coat was taken from her…. did he expect her to walk five miles in the snow with only sweat pants and a light shirt?

She shivered at the coldness, shivered more at the thought as her hip gave a low ache she knew would only intensify the longer she was on it. She looked around her for some shoes or anything to to put on her feet when she was grabbed and hauled like a sack of potatoes over to the sled where she was unceremoniously dumped amid the blankets and cushions.

She felt strong hands tucking the blankets in tight around her then the tarp was thrown over and strapped down tightly preventing any moisture from seeping into the blankets. She had only one little flap that she could pull up to peer out of as she watched Itachi prepare the rest of the sled, tightening the straps then reaching down to buckle on a pair of snow shoes.

The flap was ripped back farther and she looked up into the grinning face of Kisame as he moved to block her view of Itachi. His hands drifted into her hair and he pulled till she felt the tension in every part of her head. She tried to reach her hand up to slap him away but they were tucked in too tightly into the blankets, she settled on glaring at him instead. He only grinned wider tisking at her sullenness.

“Now you be a good girl and wait for me to get back ok? I won't be gone too long, then you and I can have some fun!” He gave her hair a final hard squeeze and moved off into the snow drifting down the side of the mountain.


Itachi came around the side of the sleigh placing his cumbersome footwear carefully in order to avoid the slopping sides of the wide shoes from trapping each other and tripping him. They were heavy and awkward but were the best way to travel any distance in snow this heavy. There were drifts and deep snow just waiting to trap the unsuspecting traveler. He turned and watched as Kisame made his laborious way down the hill before he grabbed the edge of the tarp and snapped the flap back over her head blocking her view completely.

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She was glad to be riding on the sled, a luxury she had not even thought she would be allowed. She felt Itachi take up the ropes and begin to pull the weighty contraption. They had placed the heaviest equipment on the bottom to avoid letting it become top heavy and she sunk down into a slight depression they had left to keep her from sliding around. She sighed as she heard him move to the front of the sleigh, poor Itachi, five miles in the snow was rough under any circumstances but pulling a sled?

She wondered if he would even be able to do it and was thankful again for the warmth of the blankets surrounding her. Adjusting them to plug any bothersome leaks of cold air that hit her skin, Sakura lay awake knowing she would feel terrible falling asleep while he labored so hard. She felt even worse when the sleigh slightly tilted indicating that he was pulling them up an incline.

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Despite all his efforts, the landscape made it impossible to reach their destination before nightfall. She felt the sled slow, then stop after three hours, and she pulled back the flap to look out at the darkening sky. The weather had turned for the worse, snow fell so thick that visibility was limited to one hundred feet or less. Itachi had pulled the sled under an over hanging rock with just enough shelter to keep out the snow but not enough to keep the biting wind at bay.

She could feel him behind her digging through the packs he had kept close to the surface and she was handed a protein bar while she heard him ripping off the package of his own. It wouldn't fill your stomach but it was filled with enough calories and protein to keep them until morning. She started to reach for the ties to get up and help him set up a camp despite her lack of clothing, she felt horrible forcing him to do it on his own. His hand stopped her as he indicated for her to stay where she was. She lay back and watched as he pulled his wet coat off to spread it out underneath the sled, where the rock was bare of snow, in an attempt to dry it out.


He then sat lightly on the side of the sled and pulled off his footwear, also tossing them to the side deeper under the overhang but not that far from the sled. Before Sakura could grasp his plan, her warm cocoon was filled with cold feet, hands, and elbows, all without enough room to move away from the invasion. She heard him sigh as he fit his knees in behind hers and his feet rested on her legs soaking in their warmth.

In shock surprise, Sakura yelped curling away, and waves of guilt washed over her. She reached up, pulled the blankets and tarp back over the top of them. Before she could lose her nerve, she reached back and grabbed his frozen hands, folding them into her own. Breathing on them in an attempt to bring life back to the blue tips but she couldn't seem to get enough heat generated to her palms, so took a quick steadying breath, and brought them up under her shirt and placed them on her belly where it was warmest.


Sakura thought her face would burst into flames as she felt the underside of her breasts resting on the backs of his hands. Wondered what it would feel like to have him move just that extra few inches up, to have him hold her breasts in his hands. Feeling the shocking contrast between her warmth and the coldness of his fingers. She had even been thrilled at the slow glide of his rough callused palms as she had drug his hands up her belly to rest where they were now. To her disappointment, Itachi didn’t move them, not even an inch, and she squashed the feeling.

She was soon shocked again to feel him sigh, blowing the fine hairs on the back of her neck away, and then the gentle touch of cold lips and nose as he buried his face into the warmth of her neck. She lay there feeling his warm breath ghost on her sensitive nape as his heart beat and exhalations evened out. In almost no time, she felt him drop into sleep. Deciding to brave it, she adjusted herself and snuggled back into him, liking the feel of the strong lean muscles of his arms and chest now warm in their little nest as the wind continued to blow out its fury outside. She quickly fell asleep, glad that she had finally learned what it was like to fall asleep with him next to her, his heat surrounding her.


One dark eye cracked open at the feel of her tight ass grinding into his lap. His cock made a feeble twitch of arousal and he rubbed back, but she was already asleep. Exhaustion overcame him and he dropped back into a deep sleep before he could make a move on his intentions. ‘No matter it will happen soon enough,’ was his last thought before his mind blanked out completely.

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