Disclaimer: Naruto isn't mine.

As someone still considered a part of the younger crowd, he had become an insanely popular teacher. He had graduated a year early, going immediately to a university, and in record time, getting his master's in Economics, and then a teaching credential. He was not sure why, but since being a child, he had always had the impulse to teach. His family did not understand it in the least, and when he had studied for it, his parents had done nothing but pester him.

This was the reason, not that he would ever admit it aloud, that he had moved to teach at a school in Osaka, rather than staying in Tokyo. His father was Superintendent General of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and everyone in his family worked on the force. It had been expected that he, as the eldest son, one day replace his father. Itachi had rebelled though, going to a private, exclusive university rather than the Police Academy. Naturally, his mother had silently supported his decision, though did not dare openly disagree with her husband.

Itachi could only imagine what they would think of him now. His entire family would consider him a disgrace to the great, Uchiha name; not that it really mattered. He always had been the family's black sheep. Even his younger brother no longer held any respect for him, and was determined to prove to their father that he was a worthy, Uchiha son. Itachi knew, however, that his actions were tantamount to social suicide.

He would become an outcast for what he had done, if it became publicly known. Yet, Itachi knew, if he was given a chance to change what he had done, he would do it all over again, because it had been one of the most beautiful experiences of his entire life. The only question now: what was he going to do with her?

It was his first year at Miyakawa High School, and he had been looking forward to it since he had graduated from high school. Even on the first day, he could pick out who in his classes would be the most problematic, and who would try to kiss his ass for a good grade. He was teaching a senior class, so he already expected to see a group of eager, almost impatient students.

There certainly was a surplus of these, but one student in particular had caught his eye, being so difficult to read. She remained quiet for the most part, until being teased by a young, blond girl with blue eyes. All Itachi could tell was that she was a good sort of student, though very obviously different from the others. In the first six weeks of school, she had done a good job at paying attention, and at times, he felt as if she knew more about economics than the entire class combined, the way she was so speedy to raise her delicate, little hand to answer questions.

It felt like it would be a very good year, until that one day. He had not known right away what had happened, because she had been told in another class. He had marked her as absent, which was unusual in itself, since she had yet to miss a class once. She would have rather come to school sick than stay at home.

It was when she was missing again the next morning in homeroom when he had been concerned. So, he had asked the class when taking roll-call if they knew where she was. The eery silence that followed his question had only given him more reason to worry.

Her friend, Yamanaka Ino, had kindly come to tell him after class that her mother had been in a car accident. She had to wipe the tears from her eyes as she continued, explaining that now that her mother was dead, there was a good chance his favorite student would be transfered to a school north, so she could live with her stepbrother, the only family she had left.

That night, for the first time since being an adolescent in college, Itachi had drowned himself in alcohol, until he could do no more than stumble around downtown Osaka in a drunken stupor. He had no idea why the death of a student's parent had bothered him so much. Eventually, when the effects of the sake began to wear off, Itachi found himself in a strip-club, being given a lap-dance by a young woman with platinum, blond hair, which, under the lighting, looked unnaturally pink.

He did not want to even begin to understand why he had done it. After her shift at the club, he had taken her to a nearby 'love-hotel' for a few hours. What he had done to that woman could have been considered borderline abusive, but at the time, all he had wanted was to fuck her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk straight for a week.

Itachi would later recognize this to be the worst sex he had ever had.

He had left the woman, whose name he did not even want to know, breathless and naked, without having said a single word to her. Paying on his way out of the hotel, he had never felt so awful. Itachi knew he should not have had sex with someone he did not know, and regretted it even more because it had given him absolutely no satisfaction. He supposed she should have been able to tell the results of his frivolous actions beforehand, because he knew what this event meant in his very subconscious.

For one thing, he liked his little student much more than he should have.

Naturally, she came back to school the day following, and he just had to be sporting a head-splitting hangover. Outwardly, he did not give it away to his students, since it was best to keep his personal and work life separate, but admittedly, he hand not been in the best of moods.

She had been scarily silent, not that he was all that surprised, considering what had just happened to her. Even her expression had remained carefully blank, her eyes lost behind a misty green facade. She had gone to the bathroom during his class, which was definitely a first. When she had returned to his class fifteen minutes later, her eyes and cheeks had been rubbed raw and red from wiping away tears. She did not even bother to hide the fact she had been crying.

Itachi had not said anything when she was the last to leave class, hardly knowing what he could do to help. He would get her missing assignments to her later, when she was not mourning her mother's death.

The first month, he had gotten nothing from her. She did not ever leave the classroom to cry again, but she did nothing but sit there in a daze. He supposed he should have been thankful that she came at all, because he truly did not want to write someone who had just lost their mother down as a truant. It was clear she was in pain, when she sat staring outside the third-story window, and several times, he wondered what she could see out there.

Drastically, however, everything reversed, all in the span of one day. She had entered the classroom late, chewing a piece of gum almost obnoxiously. She did not bother hiding it either, popping large bubbles from her seat. Itachi had given her a pointed look, which he knew she had understood, but purposely ignored. She had not done her homework either, something he usually handed out detention slips for, but since this was the first time it had happened, Itachi resolved to let it slide with a firm warning.

Finally, she whipped out her cell phone and began pressing buttons. If anything, this had to be his biggest pet-peeve. Pausing his lecture, he had stepped up to her desk, holding out his hand expectantly. She had glared up at him with a ferocity he had not thought her capable of, but nonetheless, she placed the sharp, little Shinobi Blade into his palm.

"Speak with me after class, Haruno."

She did not say anything, but he knew she would not leave without her phone. She returned to staring out the window for the rest of class, not even looking away when the bell rang to signify the end of the day. Once the entire class had filed from the room, however, she stood. Utterly silent, she walked to his desk, waiting patiently for him to look up from a note he had been given by the lady in the office.

Sighing, he finally turned to her. "I understand that you are grieving your mother, and that it is difficult to cope with the loss of your loved one, but the behavior you displayed in class today was completely unacceptable."

As he told her this, he watched her guile utterly dissolve. While it had been perfectly blank when he first turned to her, her face now had crumpled in despair. He knew she was in pain, and felt more alone than she ever had before, but it still stunned him when she pulled him to his feet and pressed her teary face to his chest.

He could only stand there and stare, his mouth ajar. There were so many reasons why this was inappropriate, but he could not find the strength to stop her. Itachi knew he was likely to be the first physical contact she had since the death of her mother. Itachi would not let himself think about how deliciously her small body fit against his. He was instantly reminded of his earlier discovery by a niggling voice from the back of his head, that he was much more interested in his student than a teacher should be.

Itachi let her cry until she could no more, her soft, almost modest sobs the only sound he could hear. At some point, his arms had instinctively wrapped around her shaking form, unconscious of the rules and regulations of society. When he realized what he had done, it was too late, and he could hardly take it back. She had already noticed.

Sakura was not sure why she had done it. She had been hurting, and begging for some sort of attention, after being alone for so long. She had needed to reconnect with people, and make that physical contact. It hardly registered to her that her sensei may not appreciate her soaking his collar shirt and tie with her tears.

He did not seem to mind too much though, because at some point, he had snaked his strong arms around her, his warmth and scent of pine, fresh rainwater and peppermint almost overwhelming. Secretly, she enjoyed the wonderful, but completely improper contact. Somehow, having him hold her so closely was comforting, and she calmed herself, thankful that she had not worn makeup, or she would have gotten mascara all over his crisp, white shirt.

Somewhat bashful, she lifted her head, carefully glancing up at him. Itachi-sensei had always been an attractive man, she had noticed, but at this proximity, she could see clearly through his black-rimmed glasses, at a pair of stunning, ebony eyes. She could not believe that she had just smothered herself into his chest.

She reverted her eyes in shame. "I'm going to get detention, aren't I?" Sakura asked, hoping rather than believing that she was not blushing. He dropped his arms with a long exhale.

"I'm afraid you have given me no choice, Sakura-san. You were late, chewed gum, did not have your homework completed, and interrupted the class by taking out your phone." He replied calmly, stepping back to give her space. For his own amusement, he added, "And you gave me a death-glare. I must admit, you have to be the first one to ever be brave enough to do that."

At this, she turned a deep, dark red.

"So, you have detention with me on Friday. I need to get some tests graded, and it would be nice to have some help, for once."

As a new teacher at the school, no one had signed up to be a teacher's aid, and so, he had no one to grade all of his papers and quizzes. Though she clearly did not appear to be pleased by the thought of grading tests on a Friday afternoon, Sakura accepted it, knowing she could be given the task of scraping gum under chairs, or scrubbing the floors.

So, she had joined him that Friday, and much to her surprise, had a good time. Though it was still considered a punishment, she felt comfortable around him, since he was only around five years her senior. Sakura jokingly teased him, which he would playfully return in his own, quirky way. He was not like most guys she knew, though technically that could be because he was a man. Itachi was not like any sensei she had ever had, in her twelve years of schooling.

Itachi-sensei had a sarcastic sense of humor, much like herself, and though most students saw him as being impersonal and somewhat cold, she discovered that he had a very unique personality. For one thing, he was much too kind, and let her get away with things he should not have. It took a few hours after Sakura had returned to her empty, one room apartment for her to realize she had been flirting with her own teacher, and that he had let her.

She hardly knew what to think. All she knew was that she was attracted to Itachi-sensei, even though there were so many reasons to make this wrong.

Slowly, as graduation slowly crept closer, she had became his teacher-aid, since he had no one else to do the job. She was never dare admit it to him, but the main reason she had decided to help him was because she had something of a crush on him. Whether he could tell or not, she had no idea, but it did not matter. All she could do was count down the days until he was no longer her teacher, so the feelings she had for him would not be so inappropriate.

Sakura realized that she had absolutely no chance with a man like him. She was a mere child to him, and he had no interest whatsoever. Itachi-sensei probably already had a woman his age back in Tokyo, or even worse, living with him. It was pointless to even admire him. Of course, he did not make it very easy for her. Casual Fridays would come around, and he would wear that black t-shirt of his, a pair of jeans to match. Whenever he would lift his arm to write on the chalkboard, a small part of his stomach, and a flash of his boxers would show. Sakura could not help it, that just turned her on like nothing ever had before. Sometimes, she honestly wondered if he did it on purpose.

Of course, every time that thought entered her mind, she had to reprimand herself, for her own foolishness. Even if Itachi-sensei was single, there was no way in hell he would ever be stupid enough to take interest in a student. The chances of such an attractive man being single were very low as it was. Any number of women would pick him up and eat him whole, if they were given the opportunity to do so.

There was only one soul she had dared tell her secret to, knowing that, even if she was the school's biggest gossip, Ino would never think to tell anyone that she had a deathly crush on their economics teacher. At first, Ino had laughed, thinking it had been a joke, and no doubt had been thankful that she was beginning to crawl out of her shell again. When Sakura had not joined her in laughing at the ludicrous thought of being infatuated with Itachi-sensei, even if he was 'hot stuff.' Everything she had done had been Ino's ingenious idea.

Sakura had never even considered it, until Ino had brought it up. Once she had graduated, she could have a relationship with him beyond that of a teacher and student. They bossy girl she was, Ino had ordered her to have sex with him. The mere mentioning of this summoned images of his warm, powerful body looming over hers, his large hands creeping to places she had never let anyone touch before.

It had almost made her groan right then and there. No words could ever describe how much she wanted that. It was a longing that made her entire body shudder with delight, and she knew what she had to do. Sakura was going to seduce her own teacher.

She had to wait for three more months after this revelation before she would graduate, but Sakura had been patient. She was damn sure that no one had beamed as brightly as she had when she crossed that stage and received her diploma. Tsunade, her godmother, had smirked at her as she gratefully thanked the principal, before taking a swig from a plastic bottle that Sakura suspected was not filled with water.

After the ceremony, she had handed Tsunade her cap and gown, disappearing from the crowd of well-wishers. Not that she was all that surprised, because it was so completely predictable of him, Sakura found him in his classroom, finishing the last few finals he had to grade. He was likely to be the only teacher still on campus, since most would rather finish grading within the comforts of their own homes. He simply was not like that, and preferred to be able to relax when returning home, or so she assumed.

She stepped in, and he did not look up, already knowing it was her. Bitting her lower lip anxiously, Sakura locked the door behind her, before striding across the room with a confidence she had not thought herself capable of.

For a moment, she stood there in the sunset's gentle light, able to tell that he was not going to give her the attention she wanted from him until he had finished. Sakura would make it up to him later, and grade the rest that had to be done herself, if that was what he wished, but she refused to be ignored. She was no child anymore, and she was going to prove it to him. Sakura was a woman now.

Glancing over his shoulder, she observed him with a smirk, knowing that it would annoy him greatly. Even then, she could not manage to get his attention, because though his feathers were ruffled slightly, he was determined. Having no other choice, and having accepted whatever consequences he deemed necessary for her actions long before entering the room, she slowly ran a hand down his arm, before loosening his long, artist's fingers and taking the red gel-pen.

The physical contact had disgruntled him, to say the least. "Sakura, what the hell are you doing?"

He had never cursed in front of her before, and she could not help finding it irresistibly sexy. His tone itself had turned her knees to jelly, but she would not pull back now. This was her only chance, and she had to take advantage of it. The room was locked, and from the third story, no one would be able to see through the windows, unless he propped her up against the cool glass, and took her there. That short fantasy caused her face to heat up, and she hoped she was not blushing now, of all times.

"You were ignoring me." She replied softly.

Itachi could not stop himself from gaping at the young female. He could not find ant part of his memory in which he had indicated his attraction to the girl, so it was impossible that she could have known. Her cheeks were an adorable pink, giving away her own feelings. Quickly, it all cleared up for him. She liked him. His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at the thought. It was ridiculous for him to react in such a childish way, but it would not be helped.

He was clearly distracted, and Sakura got the upper hand because of it. She collected the papers on his desk, putting them to the side, before taking their place. Itachi gulped uncertainly, everything in the world blurring but her as she gently took his glasses. She may not have been his student anymore, but it still was not right. Just a day before, she had been innocently answering economics questions for the class, and now she was on his desk, giving him the most demure smile he had ever seen.

"I was in the middle of grading your final." He said quietly, trying very desperately to not look up her skirt at her lacy, purple panties she was wearing. This was nearly impossible to do, since the way she had situated herself on his desk, had her legs going on either side of him, parted right in front of him. As if she had no idea how tempting she was making herself.

She replied with a questioning expression. "Inuzuka Kiba is a strange way to spell my name."

Caught, he sighed, leaning all the way back into his chair. "I hardly know what to do with this, Sakura. Are you trying to get me fired from my first teaching job?"

She paused what she was doing, her hands freezing from undoing the tie that went with her uniform. That was not what she had intended at all, and he should have known that. Frowning, she let the red tie fall from around her neck. "It's not like I can show up at your place. I don't know where you live." Sakura muttered, continuing.

His face turned an unnatural red. Itachi's hand shot up to stop her from unbuttoning her white blouse further.

"Sakura, I am your economics teacher, not your boyfriend." He breathed. Sakura glared down at him, tearing his hand away, and placing it next to her thigh on the desk.

"Not anymore, you're not." She growled back, completely ripping her shirt off. "It doesn't have to be like that."

All thought he had once had effectively left him, and speechlessly he stared. All resistance suddenly became futile. That horrible time where he had fucked that stripper senseless came to mind, and he knew if he had sex with her, it would be completely different. She would be the most beautiful thing to happen to him, and Itachi knew he could not let this chance slip through his fingers.

Besides, he wanted her too damn badly. He had for months. Never had he possibly thought he would ever take her. She had always been too smart for something like this. Surely she had to know that once he made her his, he was not going to let her go again.

"Are you sure this is what you really want?" Itachi asks slowly, dark eyes flickering over her mostly bare form. Without realizing it, his hands grabbed her thighs, and he pulled her closer. He had to ask her this though, because no matter how much he wanted to bang her all night long, she had to know exactly what it was she was getting herself into.

Letting out a shaky sigh, she pressed her forehead to his, smiling softly. "Yes, I am. I want this, Itachi." The sound of her voice saying his name so familiarly sent warmth through his limbs, and he knew, as crazy and insane as this was, it was something he had to do. Sakura was his, and probably always had been. Maybe always would be.

Eyes darkening with lust, he slowly reached his neck up, crushing his lips onto hers. She practically melted into him at contact, her mouth soft and searching. Itachi impatiently pulled her across the desk, dropping her into his lap. She had landed on him with a light whimper, before inching closer to him, pressing her body into his chest shamelessly.

He listened to her pleasured moans, tilting his mouth to gain better access. When he first slid his tongue into her mouth, Sakura hardly knew what to do, having absolutely no experience. He led her though, gliding his moist tongue along hers, his breath mingling with hers. The pleasant sensation that rang through her entire body was unbelievable, like nothing she had ever experienced before. Tentative at first, she touched the tip of her tongue to his, that wonderful warmth in her lower abdomen sending another jolt of pleasure through her veins.

Needing him closer than what was physically possible, she wrapped her arms around his neck, not feeling satisfied at all. Itachi released her pink lips with a quiet grunt, his mouth latching onto the pale, creamy skin of her neck, sucking on her as if he were a parasitic leech. Itachi could not help being so forward with his little, delectable female, when she was so responsive to everything he did.

Sakura's groans were going to drive him into madness, he knew it. Again, her plump lips parted to let loose another sigh of delight. It made Itachi somewhat proud, because it was obvious she was a virgin, by how awkwardly she kept looking up him, as if to ask what she should do. It should have bothered him that she was willing to sacrifice her purity for him, but he was much too distracted with learning the curves of her figure to concentrate on this for very long.

She curled into his desperately, as if trying to drink from his very presence. Curiously, she adjusted her hips against him, freezing when she felt a hard, hot bulge in his pants.

Itachi's eyes shot up from her sensitive neck, a feral growl ripping out from the back of his throat. She looked mildly embarrassed, as if she had made some sort of mistake. Amused, he smirked devilishly, and with hands on her hips, she dragged her even closer, so she could feel his eager erection through her clothed sex. The reaction she gave him was incredible. As anxious as he was, her hips spun, rubbing against him in a way that drove him insane.

He would not wait any longer. She was simply too much. He curled his arms around her back, unlatching the straps that held her bra up, before his fingers explored downward, finding the zipper to her uniform skirt. This seemed to shock her, as if she had not expected this to happen somehow. Their lips met again though, as she got used to the idea. Slightly clumsily, she took off his tie, before her fingers slowly undid each of his buttons.

She breath hitched as his bare chest met hers, hard, muscular flesh contrasting with supple, pliant. Sakura hardly even noticed as he slid off her blue, uniform skirt, large hands smoothing over the skin of her upper thigh. It only registered in her mind where his fingers were drifting towards when they pressed teasingly against her covered core. She gasped softly, but did not object in the least.

Rather, she seemed to squirm out of her panties so he could repeat his actions while against her moist, warm flesh. Gently, his long fingers intruded, finding the small bud that, when tweaked, made her enter form shudder. Her spicy arousal hitting his nose in a new wave, and he felt her liquids begin to seep into his pants.

"Sakura," he purred, a finger still taunting her, "Have you ever seen a man naked before?"

Her face red, she did not respond, not knowing what she was supposed to say back to him. He was unbothered by this, and figured he could take her silence as a negative. Pleased with the thought that she would be the first male she had seen nude, he eased his pants off, his cock springing up without the constricting material to suffocate it. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, as if fearful.

"Ride me," Itachi demanded calmly, watching as her beautiful, green eyes darkened. Sakura knew what he had meant by this, but she did not know exactly how to go about it. He could tell she was conflicted, and he grasped her thin hips, guiding her to him. She shook when feeling his tip against her wet opening, following him down, and sheathing him completely.

Itachi grunted softly as she cried in surprise, completely unprepared for his girth. As impatient as he felt, he waited for her to get used to the sensation of being filled by him. Her hips slowly lifted though, before she fell on his thick length again, another yelp tearing through her swelling lips. She was so unbelievably tight that he nearly lost his breath, trying to maintain his collected countenance.

He could tell, however, when her voice, strained with her hollers, switched from pained to pleasured. Pleased, he observed her as her breasts bounced lively with her movement. Unable to help himself, he cupped a spirited breast, while angling himself within her. A new, strangled wail slipped through her lips as he thrust upwards, hitting a spot she had not been able to reach before.

Her screams grew louder as he directed them in ecstasy, moving her around him in the ways he knew would bring them to an exciting end. With a final shout, she fell, coming to her climax. Her walls clamped down on him, almost making him reach his own orgasm. His own release, he knew, could be easily found.

Somehow, Sakura found herself in an apartment ten miles away from Miyakawa High School, utterly exhausted to a point where she could hardly move. After a wonderful, first round of sex in his classroom, he had possessively taken her again, propped against the cool glass of his window, at her suggestion. Then he had dragged her to the teacher's parking lot, where they had rolled around in the back seat of his Audi, before he had raced to his apartment.

Making out on the way to his flat, eating a quick dinner, doing it on his table, then again in his shower, until they had finally finished with a final, beautiful round on his bed. He had such a large appetite, Sakura could hardly keep up with him, but it had been glorious. Letting out a contented sigh, she placed her hand on his flat stomach, above the trail of thick, black hairs leading downward.

He rested on his back, relaxing with his arms behind his head of tousled, long, raven hair. On her side, she curled against him comfortably, taking the chance to look up at his eased expression every once and awhile.

"Okay, tell me another thing you could never tell me as your teacher." He whispered, eyes glancing down at her after a calm silence had drifted between them.

Sakura laughed. "I used to take cold medicine when I couldn't sleep during summer, since it was so hot. It would conk me right out."

He chuckled with her, before she quietly asked, "Itachi, why didn't you ever tell the class about family, like the other teachers?"

The mood changed completely, before he lifted himself onto his elbows. His eyes were turbulent, and even more unreadable than it had been before. It was natural that she should want to know more about him than she already did, considering what they had done together over the past few hours, but Itachi had never seen this question coming. It was not that he did not want her to know more of his past, but he had honestly not thought she would be interested, at least not until she had asked him.

He gently kissed her cheek. "As you already know, I am from Tokyo." Itachi started. She nodded her head, remembering him mention it on the first day of class. "The reason I moved here was because my family did not approve of my decision to teach."

Sakura sat up. "Why not?"

"My father, Uchiha Fugaku, is Super Intendant of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and expected me to follow in his footsteps." He muttered.

"And you didn't want to do that." She continued for him.

"No, I did not." He agreed.

"So you moved here, where you're parents couldn't bother you about it."

"In essence, yes," Itachi allowed.

She was quiet for a moment, before he sat up next to her. Gently, he snuck an arm about her lower back. "Sakura, would you come with me to Tokyo, when I go to see my parents again?"

This had stunned her. Itachi wanted her to meet his parents? This was much more serious than she had thought. Sakura had never dreamed that he would want the relationship to be more than just a night, but the thought that he wanted it longer than that made a giggle bubble up on her lips.

"Your parents wouldn't approve of me." She replied.

"Yeah, I know." Itachi smirked.

At this point, he hardly cared. She would learn that he took things like this very seriously, and maybe if she met his parents, it would dawn on her. Besides, his parents already were upset with him. They did not have to know she had been his student. They, like the rest of the world, would get over it.

A/N: yeah, I finally updated this. Random much? Sadly, this is something of a fantasy I have. Only my econ teacher is more like thirty. Shhhhhh. Don't tell anyone. Lol.

Okay, for those of you who read my other stuff, I have something of an announcement. is being a douche, and won't let me start a new story. It called it an error. I have no idea how to fix it, and when I'll be able to post Heartbeat. I have no idea what to do, but if you guys know what I'm supposed to do to get it fixed, please tell me. It's really starting to get on my nerves. I'm beginning to think this website will never let me start a new story.