Boys and Their Toys Part 2

A.N. This is a continuation of Boys and Their Toys. If you have not read it, you may want to. I suppose it is not necessary, though. It could be a stand-alone piece.

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Boys and Their Toys Part 2
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Sakura had long since lost her ability to judge time. She struggled to remember just how long it had been since she had been home, or seen her friends. Naruto. Gods how she missed her golden-haired friend and lover. Sauske had become a mere afterthought the day that she realized that she had fallen for the loveable, loud shinobi. Naruto was everything that Sasuke was not... loving caring, thoughtful... well, most of the time. But most of all, he loved her. The way she was meant to be loved. And he never failed to show her everyday.

Sakura stared intently at the ceiling, wondering where Naruto was and what he was doing. Did he miss her? She could only hope that Naruto was looking for her... surely he would realize that she would not just run away from the only life she had ever known. Silent tears left salty tracks in their wake as Sakura realized that things would never be the same for her ever again. Even if by some miracle she was able to get out of this situation and return to Konoha, her life would forever be changed by this experience, haunting her for the rest of her life.

Never again would she see the bright shining of Naruto's eyes as they shared together their hopes and dreams for the future. Never again would she know his touch and taste as they expressed their love to each other. Never again would she be comfortable in the village that she has known her whole life. Sakura rubbed the flat plane of her stomach. This changes everything...

The alarm clock on the bedside table went off, jerking Sakura out of her daze. She turned off the alarm quickly, not wanting to disturb Kisame or Itachi in the next room. Sakura moved quietly into the adjoining bathroom and discarded her clothes before stepping into the shower to perform her daily ablutions. She moved as if on autopilot, looking for all the world as if she was a marionette, and Itachi was over her pulling the strings. A bitter chuckle slipped through her lips unchecked as she realized that Itachi really did control every detail of her life... from the clothes that she wore to the things that she ate, what time she got up and what time she went to bed. It was only a mild comfort to her when she realized that Kisame was another puppet of Itachi's as well, but he served a much different purpose. It seemed that everyone associated with Itachi had invisible strings that Itachi only had to pull when it served his purpose. And what Itachi wanted, he got. It really was frightening just how far and wide his reach was.

Sakura shivered as she began to understand that Itachi truly was the most powerful man in existance. She held onto the hope that Naruto would awaken his true pontential. She dared not whisper her thoughts even to herself, in fear that Itachi would end the game before it even began. And that's exactly what it was. Itachi did not bother with Naruto yet because he was not a threat. But if he caught wind of her true feelings for him, Itachi would use it to justify killing him in order to keep her under his thumb. Everything was just a game to him. And when he tired of it, it would end.

Basking in the heat, she stayed in the shower until the water started to run cold. She found that when she was in the bathroom Itachi tended to leave her alone, so she used as much time as she could every day. Itachi had really suprised her when he had left her in Kisame's care one morning and returned that afternoon with several boxes containing new clothes and makeup. She didn't have the gumption to ask just how he knew what size she wore and how he knew what color makeup to buy. But when she had changed into the slinky little black dress he chose and applied a light amount of makeup to enhance her features, Both Kisame and Itachi had quit their conversation mid-sentence to drink in her beauty. Itachi had a warning look in his eye when Kisame leered a little longer than Itachi deemed appropriate. He promptly ordered her to wait in their room while they finished their conversation, much to Sakura's dismay. She still tries to ignore the butterflies she gets in her stomach whenever Itachi devours her with his crimson eyes.

Sakura finally left the warm comfort of the steamy bathroom and went to the closet to select her attire for the day. She chose a simple outfit of some black jeans and form-fitting black t-shirt. Simple, yet sexy. She admired her form in the bedroom mirror for a minute before quietly making her way into the kitchen to make breakfast. In all honesty, she didn't mind doing some chores and cooking. Itachi only allowed her two hours of supervised practice a day to keep her mediocre skills up, so she welcomed any distraction. Well, that and the fact that neither Itachi nor Kisame could boil water without burning it. She whispered a quick 'good morning' while passing through the living area on her way to the kitchen. Even after many months of being Itachi's new obsession, she still walked on pins and needles around him. While she had everything she needed and even some things that she wanted, it was always understood what would happen if she were to disrespect, disobey, or anger him. It was almost a feeling of accomplishment that she had gone nearly three months without being subject to his Mangekyou Sharingan. He was training her well.

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Itachi reguarded Sakura cooly while she passed through on her way to the kitchen. His mouth went slightly dry at the sight of her, the black clothes clinging to her curves like a second skin,contrasting with her pale, alabaster skin. He always did have a liking for black. His eyes stayed glued to her retreating form until she was out of sight. Indeed, he had been eager for her to make their morning meal, however now, he was hungry for something else. It had been three days since he had taken her last. He would have her today.

Sakura could feel the hairs on the back of her neck standing up and knew Itachi was watching her. She did not hear him enter the kitchen, but she could feel his presence as she continued to cut up various fruits. She knew this feeling all to well. He was stalking her, like she was his prey. She knew that before too long she would be submitting to his craving for her. She tried desperately to ignore the damn butterflies that fluttered to and fro in her stomach, but to no avail.

Itachi smirked. He could feel her trepidation rolling off of her in waves. He knew the effect he had on her. Although she would never admit it, he aroused her. It only made his need for her stronger, his need to dominate and possess her. Itachi left her to finish her morning tasks. It would not do for her to cut off a finger because she was too distracted by his presence. He could wait for a while. Besides, she proved to be very responsive to his touch when she had to anticipate his advances for several hours, not knowing when it was coming, but knowing that it was. By that time she was always wet for him, and it was always a mind-blowing.

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Sakura beat a hasty retreat to the room she shared with Itachi, leaving them to discuss Akatsuki business. She was literally shaking after having to endure an awkward and tense breakfast with Itachi and Kisame. She tried desperately to put out of her mind the way that Itachi could make her quiver with need without even touching her. She muffled her cries in her pillow as an image of Naruto flashed across her mind, making her feel disgusted with herself for her bodies' reaction to Itachi. She didn't want to have these feelings and thoughts about the S-class criminal. But her body and her mind were at war. There were two feelings that her body was conditioned to associate with him: pain and pleasure. There was nothing else. And the pleasure was far more tolerable than the pain. What would Naruto think? How would he feel knowing that the love of his life gave herself repeatedly to the world's most dangerous shinobi, and even liked it?

She buried herself under the black silken sheets and comforter of their bed to help muffle the sound of her sobs. No, there was really no going back. She was now officially tainted. The seed of the eldest Uchiha lay in her womb, growing more each day. She had not told Itachi yet, but she had only found out herself a couple of days ago. Morning sickness had not even manifested itself yet. But it sure seemed like her hormones were going out of whack. She could scarcely believe that she was voluntarily entertaining sexual thoughts about him. Fucking hormones.

Sakura suspected that she did not even need to tell Itachi about the child. He would find out soon enough. If he figured it out before morning sickness set in, she would just play dumb. Hell, he was probably already looking for the signs. He had gone from pulling out of her to cumming in her every single time without reguard to her lack of birth control. To all outward appearences it would appear as if he was striving to impregnate her. Well, mission accomplished!

Sakura laughed bitterly as she remembered when she used to follow around the stoic Sasuke like a lost puppy, always trying to get his attention. She used to daydream about becoming the matron of the next generation of Uchiha's. Well, her wildest dream had come true. But never in a million years could she have imagined that it would be with Itachi. They are similiar, yet different. They look alike, yet not. It is like a paradox. Sakura rubbed small, comforting circles on her belly, trying to imagine what would become of the life inside of her. As fucked up as her situation was, she knew that she could never willingly harm an innocent child, knowing it had done nothing wrong. Sakura drifted off to sleep, her mind in turmoil.

End chapter 2

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2. Sorry if it was a bit short... haven't written in a while.... rusty.

3. Anything you want to see in this story? I'm always up for suggestions. Let me know what you want to see, and if the shoe fits.....