Opposite of the Opposite
A friend requested me to write an Itachi x Sakura story, so here it is!
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Sakura's eyes slowly fluttered open. Her jade eyes were met up to a familiar face crouching over her. An Uchiha.
"Sasuke-kun?" she murmured, blinking a few times, waiting for her vision to clear up. The other figure didn't respond. Sakura gasped as she realized who it was, I guess you could say her first guess was close, because it was Sasuke's brother, Itachi.
How the hell did I get here! I remember Sasuke left to find and kill Itachi.. and Naruto and I went to find him...
The kunoichi's thoughts were cut off when the elder Uchiha grabbed her chin and yanked her towards him. Since she was unprepared for such a action, she toppled over nearly falling onto the other form. Sakura jerked her head back at his touch, his crimson eyes piercing through her own, "What am I doing here?" Sakura asked, trying to hide her fear. This was the person who murdered his whole clan after all. The facade failed miserably. She flinched slightly when Itachi finally spoke, "I should be asking you the same thing."
"I'm leaving!" Sakura announced boldly as she stood up, heading towards the only door present in the dimly lit room.
Itachi appeared in front of the girl before she could exit, "You are acquainted with Sasuke and this 'Naruto', I presume?"
"Y-yeah.."
"You're not leaving."
"What! Let me go!" she demanded, trying to duck past Itachi. Sakura immediately began to do hand seals, desperately struggling to escape. She hissed when finding herself unable to perform ninjitsu, "It's no use. Kisame absorbed all of your chakra," said Itachi coolly.
"Then taijitsu will have to do," the kunoichi snarled, lowering into a fighting stance. Itachi had the infamous Uchiha smirk plastered on his face before disappearing into thin air. A hand suddenly made contact to the base of Sakura's neck; she didn't need three guesses to know whose it was. Dammit. That bastard, Sakura cursed as she fell onto the cold, hard ground, losing conscious in the process.
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"How long has she been unconscious?"
"A couple of hours."
"Hm. Why do we need her anyways, Itachi?"
"Bait. For the Kyuubi."
This was the conversation Sakura woke up to. She recognized the second voice as Itachi's, but the other wasn't familiar. While trying to find who the other character was, Sakura was met with resistance at her arms: the ninja's slender wrists were joined together by some attachment which was glowing blue, most likely from chakra. She rolled her wrists, attempting to get them off, however to no avail; she only felt sharp pain due to the awkward position her forearms were in.
"You're awake," Itachi observed, crouching lazily against a nearby wall.
Sakura glanced over to where the other voice had emanated from, in the far corner; a pale-blue man was leaning, with his arms folded. She cringed as she saw a few gauges in his side, which had been horribly bandaged. He must be that Kisame guy.
Itachi sauntered over to Sakura and bent down, releasing her from the horrid and blasted thing. The kunoichi scowled, rubbing the red marks imprinted on her wrists.
No sooner, a black garment was tossed to Sakura who caught it by impulse. It was an Akatsuki cloak. "You'll have to wear the Akatsuki uniform while you're here," Itachi ordered emotionlessly. Reluctantly, Sakura shrugged it on; it was at least three sizes too large: the sleeves covered well over her fingertips, the wide collar reached out so they revealed her shoulders, and the bottom hem dragged down to the floor. Itachi folded the sleeves a couple times until he was satisfied. Sakura shivered every time his hand brushed against hers. Kisame let out a laugh," She'll be tripping on it every second." She noticed his expression fade quickly when Itachi shot him a look. There was heavy tension in the air. Sakura made a guess that the two had been in a quarrel, and judging against Kisame's wounds, it was against each other.
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Sakura, now a hostage, lay on the bed which sat in the corner of a small locked-from-the-outside room. By the darkness of the sky, she could tell it was already late into the night. She buried herself under the covers, please someone come soon… Please.. She prayed, refusing to cry.
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Meanwhile, Tsunade had sent out an ANBU sqaud to search for, and find Sasuke, since he would most definitely put up a resistance coming back to Konohagakure. But there was still another huge problem; Sakura and Naruto were missing. Where can they be? the fifth Hokage sighed.
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"Wake up, kunoichi," a low voice demanded," Unless you want to be penalized," Kisame sneered. Apparently, the shark nin thought it took Sakura too long to rise out of bed and took the opportunity to reprimand her, he abruptly pulled her out of the quilts and slammed her against the stone hard wall. He was satisfied with her yelp of pain and left the room. Ugh. I think my wrist's broken, she cursed under her breath. Pushing herself up with her hands, she collapsed as a wrist buckled beneath her. Sakura examined her wrist, it was throbbing and already starting to swell, Dammit. It is.
He should stop taking his problems out on us, Inner Sakura huffed.
"Ice.. I need ice," she chanted quietly to herself. Since there definitely wasn't any in her room, she exited and found herself in a long hallway. Heading towards the first door she saw, the nin was stopped as another larger hand enclosed her own while she began to turn the knob. Alarmed, she snapped her head around to see who it was. She was greeted by two sharingan. "What are you doing?"
"Oh.. erm.. I was j-just looking for some ice.."
"Why?
Not wanting to explain, she merely lifted up her arm, showing the sprained wrist.
"But you are a medic nin, aren't you?"
"I don't have enough chakra… because of that ba—"she stopped herself, "Kisame."
Without another exchange of words, Itachi pulled Sakura's hand out," I'll heal it a bit but you'll have to do the rest when you regain your chakra." The elder Uchiha pressed his hand against Sakura's wrist. A faint glow emitted around it, and his hand was removed slowly afterwards.
"Arigatou," Sakura thanked weakly.