Heyo peoples, this is a Itachi/sakura fic, and i havnt decided yet if there will be some deidara/sakura goodness in the later chapters...anyway hope yous like the first chap!

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Not for the first time that day, Sakura's hair was used against her. With one, hand, the Akatsuki member seized the smaller nin by the top of her head and shook her like a rag doll. This effectively stopped the screaming of fear but turned the noise into one of pain as the young woman felt hair pull free of her head. She gripped around his wrist, digging fingernails into the flesh in hopes that he would let go. It did nothing but annoy him.

"Stop moving or I'll kill you" he growled, was easy to understand and she quickly let go of his hand and clamped her mouth shut. The shaking, much to her relief, stopped and she was set on her feet.

As soon as he had released her hair, his hand encircled her upper arm. Sakura gulped, as the man's blue tinged fingers were able to touch around her limb. This was not someone to be reckoned with. He was large, powerful, without any sort of ceremony; the shark like man spun on his heel and dragged the hapless female behind him.

It was all Sakura could do to keep up with the other's quick pace. Stumbling, she bumped her shins on protruding stumps and was whipped in the face by branches back lashing after the man's passage. If she fell, he merely hauled her along until she regained her footing enough to flounder behind him one more. Scraped, bruised, and thoroughly disgruntled, she trudged in his wake. She was too busy tying to remain in tact to let the fear welling up in the pit of her stomach take its hold on her. If given the chance to panic, she would have. Sakura had awoken in a foreign forest at the blade point of a large, ugly alliance enemy. It was at that point that she cursed her decision to leave her pack at her house.

The smell of smoke brought Sakura's attention to a break in the trees ahead. Reaching the clearing, the girl was roughly thrown onto the grass-covered ground. Blinking, she realized the black in her field of vision belonged to a pair of well kept boots. Following those boots upward, she took in every detail of clothing, from the midnight black of his cloak, to the red clouds. It was clear from just his clothing that this new man was another Akatsuki. As her eyes reached the face that accompanied the body, she felt herself petrified with fear.

The newcomer was tall, but not as tall as the shark like man who captured her, but he was not as bulky. Slender would be how she would describe him, Lean, perhaps, was a better word. His build wasn't one for hefting around; it was for speed and agility. His hair was the darkest shade of black Sakura had ever seen apart from Sasukes and it was tied back in a loose pony tail that disappeared under his cloak.

'Sasuke…no…this is…' Blood red sharingan met with her own emerald ones, and Sakura felt her self-beginning to tremble with fear. 'Itachi…Uchiha itachi!'

Itachi turned to the other and spoke in quiet tones, to quiet and jumbled for her disoriented mind to understand. The first spat back some harsh sounding sentences and aimed a kick for the girl on the ground. Surprisingly, Itachi stopped the first man with a motion of his hand. Sakura would find out shortly that she was in for a lot of surprises. It had been a very shocking day.

"Who are you, and what is your purpose here?"

Sakura's eyes snapped up to the Itachi with alarm. She didn't have time to process the shock before a kick did manage to make contact with her side. It was the first man's foot that made the offence and she grunted and curled into a ball. Itachi shot his partner a glare, before turning his attention back to Sakura. He repeated his question in monotone.

"Where is here?" she countered, a bit more pertly than she'd intended. It was not easy being hung-over, shaken around, bleeding to death, dragged through the woods, and kicked. Tears were threatening and only by sheer will Sakura kept them from escaping her eyes. She glared up at the eldest Uchiha, trying to seem more confidant than she really felt.

He glared back and reached down to take a hold of her hair. She mentally growled as his slender fingers entwined in her pink locks and forced her head back at a sharp angle. "Answer the question," he murmured calmly.

"We were a mission to the village of waves, rogue nin attacked us, I was knocked out, obviously separated from my squad and dragged here against my will" she ground out, a sharp pain lancing through her neck as it was held in that uncomfortable position. "I don't want to be here."

He seemed to process that information for a moment before releasing her hair and straightening. He spoke in hushed tones to his partner who made a motion towards Sakura that she did not particularly like. The first man came towards her with his large sword drawn.

Sakura mind raced rapidly as she watched him raise his sword in what seemed like slow motion. Before she had even fully gathered the thought into her mind, her mouth opened and she blurted out the first thing she could think of.

"My name is Sakura Haruno! If you kill me, my village will avenge me!"

The bandaged sword wavered and the two exchanged glances. Itachi spoke. "Sakura Haruno?" Sakura nodded her affirmative. "You lie." His tone cold.

"I do not. When they find out I'm missing there will be a reward for my return, my friends won't rest until they find me." She was thinking more clearly now and was stalling. "Keep me alive and you'll be spared, I'll make sure of that. Kill me and the Hokage will have your heads."

Sakura panicked on the ground near them. It seemed like forever before some decision was made regarding the small captive they had.

The two exchanged glances again, and the blue man grinned, revealing sharp pointed teeth.

"Akatsuki will take that into consideration and keep you alive….for now" Itachi spoke softly in her ear, bending slightly to do so as the top of her head only came to his shoulder a shiver passed down Sakura back that had nothing to do with the warm breath breathed into her ear. She prayed that Tsunade had enough mind to post a reward before launching a massive, world-wide search for her.

With hands none-too-gentle, itachi tied Sakura's wrists behind her back and hefted her back to her feet.

With a shove, Itachi led the girl toward a tent set up at the opposite side of the clearing. Instead of taking her to the tent he pushed the girl toward a nearby tree and followed her. Dragging her by her bounded hands backwards, she felt him adjusting the knot to allow for a chain to slip through. She was being secured to the thick trunk behind her.

Suddenly, he gently cupped Sakura's cheek when he noticed her attention was wandering to Kisame who was beginning a fire, his cold hand moved to hold her chin turning her to face him, his crimson eyes bore into hers. "For now, you will be called the name you gave us. You will talk only when kisame or I speak to you. Any attempt to run or escape and we will be forced to deal with your little friends." The implication was clear to Sakura that, if she should run away, they would kill her and worry about the Konoha Nin's later. "Do you understand?" The hand tightened painfully.

"Yes," she squeaked, unable to nod her acquisition.

"Yes, what?" he prompted, fingers digging hard enough to leave bruises on her pale flesh.

"Yes, Itachi-san," she whispered, the corners of her eyes becoming moist from the pain he was causing her.

"Good girl," he said derisively, shoving her backwards suddenly so that her head smacked trunk behind her with a loud thunk. "We will be leaving as soon as the sun rises tomorrow." With a sneer, the sharingan wielding Uchiha moved from her and to tent, letting the flap of canvas fall down behind him.

The moment Itachi had left to the tent, all of Sakura's bravado whooshed out of her with a sob. The dams she had placed in front of her eyes burst and there was nothing the girl could do to still the hot tears that steamed down her face as she cried into the grass she lay on.

Before long, the sobs died in Sakura's throat and she felt she had let out all she needed to. She could cry all she wanted and it wouldn't change the situation. With a shaky breath, the young woman sat up and, pulling her knees to her chest, rubbed her face against them to dry it off.

"Feelin' better kunoichi?" Kisame's voice sounded from her right. Looking over, Sakura gave him a glare of the utmost loathing.

"Poor thing," Kisame continued in a tone that indicated he couldn't careless. "They won't be looking for you, you're little friends have all left you for dead cauz' they don't give a shit about you."

Sakura could only ignore Kisame. Fervently, she willed Tsunade and Naruto to find her and take her away from this mess. Never had Sakura had any inkling of the true cruelty of the Akatsuki until the moment she had awoken in this land. She found herself missing the days she spent over-working her self at the hospital and longed for it. Given a choice, she reflected rather ironically, she would much rather spend the rest of her days filling out paperwork than being stuck to the tree, chained like a dog, and beaten by angry, ugly Akatsuki. This was, by far, the worst day sakura had ever had.

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R&R please