Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Envy My Pain ❯ Amnesia ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

I'll sleep with her, tonight. Go ahead to bed and get some rest.”
Her body was aflame; it felt like her body was aching with some feverish disease that she'd not been able to relate to or distantly recalled. She was shivering because she felt like she was wrapped in some warm cocoon of comfort, but her body ached in this inner coldness it had some commingling effect to her numbed senses. She suddenly felt so barren. She felt bemused and strangely baffled---she didn't know really who she was, only the simple flesh of a human. Was this a dream? She couldn't recall what a dream was; but the world seemed to be mysteriously etched into a blurred sense of an illusion. She understood the meanings of words and what it symbolized, but she couldn't put a memory behind it a picture that could re-call a related experience. It was if she was knowledgeable with the same wisdom---both combatant and none-combatant warfare. (`So she knew the simple things like `walking' and talking) but as for the picture of memory---it was empty.
Her eyes began to blink, and the room seemed darker now as her evergreen hues darted this way and that. She franticly scanned the room trying to analyze the area and the foreign feeling of discomfort that surrounded her. Was there immediate danger? Her hands felt weak, and it was very heavy to move them, but with some dominant feeling of willpower they began to weakly comply with her demands. It was a numbing feeling---waking up for the first time, or so it had seemed. She didn't understand why her mind had reminded her `this isn't the first' but to her memory recall it felt like this was birth. She was hot, and sweaty. The room had this cooling breeze of night that tingled against her sweat and clammy skin, blowing away the minor discomfort of her fading fever.
She took in a deep startling breath, as she began to consternate on all of her senses. She was trying to recall there use, and what importance they could suffice to her. She touched the silk bedding, and her fingers roamed lazily along it's curves---her fingers ran up the structure of something thick underneath---and her eyes shot up to catch the heavy breathing of a sleeping ninja. It was a sense, deep within her that made her feel that she somehow knew this man---but she couldn't place a picture to the name. It was odd, but she moved away---her body was still unclothed and she wasn't sure if it was normal to be like this…so openly exposed. It was a first time feeling, but it felt a tad bit discomforting to see the man's bare chest. It was so different from her own, her fingers grasped to touch it. To feel the texture of what this different species---felt like.
A hand shot out, as if he had been watching her through the close view of his eyes. She felt startled, and she coked back with…this feeling of, fear. Was this man something important to her? Who was he…why was he here in bed laying with her, naked like her. Open to her, like she was to him? Was this death, was she dead? She felt so alone…so scared, and empty.
When the hand shot out, it was firm but gentle. Or in the view of Itachi it was gentle, and with one fluent graceful moment he pulled her to him. She was pressed into his chest, their naked bodies for the first time intimately touching one another. His eyes roamed over her, as if analyzing her for approval. He clicked his tongue as his free hand slid up from under the covers to stroke gently and believe it or not…it was gentle. His callused hands ruff from training, and secretive missions---stroked through her pink tresses. He was fondling her, as if wooing her emptiness away.
 
His hand that had a strong hold on her arm, slid down to stroke lazily at her sides, only to grasp at the swaying curve of her hip and in that one single breath taking motion much like a flick of a finger she was dragged completely on top of him. Her lips meshed into his startlingly her into the submission of a painful kiss, and her grasp was stolen with the flicker of his tongue, the second and the moment they parted for him with pain and curiosity---he took advantage and ravished her mouth. She crooned deeply into his throat as his fingers slid from her hair, down to the slender sway of her sides, meeting at her hips with the other.
He flushed his hips with hers, but the texture of soft silky material was all she could feel rubbing against her bare lower half. He was wearing briefs? She shivered as the thick throb of discomfort overwhelmed her, as something hard and hot and steamy with some unnamable heat began to brush at her lower sensitive flesh. She whimpered as his tongue turned inside her mouth rolling hers with it as he began to rock her hips with his. She was shivering in his arms. She had no idea who he was, or what got her here but it felt painful---was it supposes to hurt? It wasn't a pain you'd relate to when you were injured or had a wound. Although it was hard to relate because she couldn't remember ever being injured; but this pain was some kind of inner pain. She needed something, but what?
His lips were to her ear, when had they left the comfort of her mouth? His breath was warm and coaxing to her senses and his voice was so rich and deep. So potent that her eyes began to subconsciously droop into a haze, his fingers suddenly flexed on her hips---only to have his hips arch into hers leaving her to experience him meeting her with the ends of something long and hard; as it flexed dangerously in the confinement of it's materials.
“I'm surprised you awoke as soon as you did, Sakura. Very intriguing, I'm impressed---not a lot of people can go with what you've been through.”
She didn't comprehend the meaning behind his words. She was bitterly confused at the emotional strain they put her in---just the meaning. What was he talking about, and was Sakura her name? Why was it so hard for her to know these simple things…why couldn't she remember, anything. She was no longer arching into him---or moaning sweet nothingness into the night. She was stiff, and strained. But his hands continuously stroked at her sides as if mocking her current state of mind.
“Hmm…”
“W-who…w-who are you. Why can't I remember anything?”
“Who I am, isn't all that important. As for who you are…your `our' pet, Sakura-Chan. You simply can't remember, because pets aren't supposed to remember anything outside the box. The box that `we' created for you---little one.”
 
Pet?”
He slid one hand from her hip, to her hair again. Stroking it like a mother would a terrified toddler. Was he done playing the sadistic bastard? Was he being affectionate? Why now, at this moment?
“See, if I stroke you this way---you'll purr. When I fondle you---you'll mewl.” As if to indicate his last statement His hips arched up into hers, his fingers flexing into her side to help aid her into dipping her hips in towards his generous thrust. It pressed perfectly to the heat of her core; there the pitched tent inside the silk brushed her sex---something hot and warm, intermixing with some hot juices that slid from her throbbing sex. She mewled into his hand that stroked at her hair and face. She wanted to crumble into him, her body weak to his advancement.
“See, you're a minx kitten. One that has been altered into submission of `our' will.” His lips nibbled at her ear as his tongue darted out to taste the slender curve of her ear. “Your purpose is simply please your masters, `pet'.”
He arched into her again playing with her tight throbbing passage. He was rubbing the friction of his large clothed member over her openly exposed one. She was singing to his ears again---she was loud, and he enjoyed it as he began to buck a little more, arching a little harder. He was showing her that her body was a possession of `theirs' and she was mildly confused by what he implied when he said `ours' but she was whimpering again as she felt something hot wet and slick rub against her folds. How had it escaped the confinement of its material?
“Shh…I see the fear in your eyes, and you're not sure why your body is so fearful. Relax, pet. Your body is going to get so use to us that you're going to act to it like second nature. After all…it's all you're going to know. Now purr for me kitten.”
He ran it across the swollen bud of her clint. She purred this sensual cry as he began to stroke her more firmly. He could feel her coating him with her love juices. She was so ready for him that he seemed to pride himself that she was so responsive, and at her current level he had figured it would take her a day or two to recover from the fever of the memory swipe effect. He groaned softly, he knew Deidara would be more then less upset if he had started the deflowering process without him; but at this level he was almost tempted not to stop. It was a first, because Itachi was not really a sexual driven man like much of his organization---he was more or less into empowering the mind of purity. It was intoxicating to him, to rob the purity of individuals---to steal everything from them. To promise them death and despair them with life, he loved the fact that he had the power of dominace, that he was the only one who could conflict them with pain or pleasure. It was at the power of `his' will. It was much like the night of his betrayal. Such weak, frail sentimental mortals. Dwelling always in the solution that the worst could never come. Now, he held her in the palm of his grasp---he could crush her bones, and drain her of her essence of life, without a doubt she was weak---and openly exposed to him. He was infatuated, with the role of dominance, after all she made it so easy for him.
He watched her eyes flinch as he began to apply more pressure, she was whimpering, in his arms like a wounded angel. So lost, and confused---he pressed his hands to her hips as he took in a grunt as he penetrated her. He heard her angelic cry for mercy---but for the night there would be none. She would learn her place among the demons of men, and she would learn her role as 'his' pet. There was no 'we' or 'us' or even an 'our' for now he was playing the master in solo, and he showed no care as his angel began to wilt in his arms. His cherry blossom was broken, and hurting. He knew this and he relished in the fact that 'he' was the one inflicting the pain. It was only him, and she would learn that he would be the only one to oblige into her punishments. Only him, as he began to rock into a slow motion, it was very gentle for her and very slow---he was allowing her to get accustomed to his size, and his length. It was her first time, and he knew that he wanted it imprinted into that empty space of memory. He wanted her to think only about him, and yes he would even permit her memories to be altered by his Deidara. He grinned as he watched her tears of pain wilt away much like her pain as she began to subconsciously rock into the patterned roll of his lean masculine hips. He shivered, because her body began to welcome him. She was even clenching around his flesh---she was so tight that he was lost in a moment of bliss as he cried out. A first, but that was just a secret between him and his pet. She was everything Deidara had said she could be, he was right to assume that he had underestimated her value.
She was whimpering—with heavy pants. Oh yes, he could feel the sweat return to her body, and he knew it wasn't from fighting an illness or a fever. Oh, he created it and he knew that she was begging to realize a curtain life force in her body was being opened to him. Yes, her very life and soul was binding this into her permit memory; she was feeling for the first time, pleasure, pain, anguish, and yes irony. His lips have never touched the lips of a 'pet' he would deem beneath himself and unworthy to lower himself and his standards for a mere women, with not particular value. But, she was different---and her lips were so temptingly alluring that he found himself kissing her. Oh yes, could you imagine the shock that filled her eyes when she felt the intimacy of his lips against her mouth again. He was taking advantage of her exposed weakness but she no longer cared because she felt safe in his arms. She was both scared, and happy at the same time. She knew that his kisses were outward as if half of him was in the kiss and half of him was discerning if this was what he had truly wanted. It was some weird connection she had, maybe they were lovers before her memory was lost. Why did his face make her think of something in her forgotten past? Someone she had loved very much---but she couldn't remember a name only the similarities of him being...why was she feeling this? She cried as her thoughts were crushed from her mind as she exploded into this fantasy she was shivering on his heated flesh, and then she watched him pull himself from her and before she could understand his reasoning she felt something hot and warm splash onto her lower abdomens, which were flexed tightly into his hard grip.
At the same time...”
I...I'm sorry, was it something I did?”
If he had heard her speak he should no particular note to it, and his eyes shot over to the gaze of glowing cyan. A smirk lit over Itachi's lip as he watched his companion glower with muted anger. He began to stroke Sakura's body with his large hands watching the man in the corner frown with distaste as if he was angered at not Itachi but Sakura. It was unannounced on who the person was but he stalked over, and Sakura felt afraid as she pressed her tiredly over exhausted body close to Itachi's as if using him as a shield of protection. She wasn't sure what that glow of anger signified because she couldn't understand his rash entrance, or the look of distrust written on his face. Did she know him? Was it something she had done, or had this man on the bed beside her been his lover?
So, did she meet to your satisfaction Itachi-Kun?”
Presumably so...” Itachi was grinning, as his hands came up to stroke at her hair, pressing her face more comfortably to his hairless chest. He could feel the racing of her heart, and her panting of there intermingling aftermath; he knew that she was to knew to this world to understand the situation, or the fact that his Deidara was trying to protect her...not the other way around. He chuckled at his comrades failed attempts but he slid over as he slid into the large lavishing bed. His hands reached out for her but Itachi shot him a hot glare of possession.
Hm...she's been overworked.”
I'll be gentle, she is after all---our pet, yeah?”
Sakura didn't know what was going on and she snuggled more into the thickly massive chest of Itachi. She didn't want to feel so empty but right now she felt both empty and confused. She didn't understand anything that was going on, or this man who had lurked in the shadows the entire time; watching her and Itachi couple. But, she gasped when she felt smooth hands stroke at her pink tasseled tresses it was so soothing as he stroked her like you would a new born baby. Her ever green hues shot up to brush into the most intoxicating blue eyes she'd ever seen. His lips were there to swallow her grasp as Itachi stayed molded into his spot, with her to his chest, and his comrade's hands carefully running over his chest, and the free one over her hair. Itachi's head tilted with amusement as he watched her lips being taken so gently, so she would taste what a real kiss should feel...he was interested in who's she'd like more and his violet colored fingers began to stroke lazily at Deidara's golden locks.
I believe was was sincere when I had instructed you she's had enough for the evening, Deidara. I suggest you heed my warnings.”
Within a second his hair was clenched into a tight fist, and Deidara only reacted to it as a flinch . His lips pulling from the tired flower before him. He humphed and pulled back hating that Itachi was taking domance over the situation. So this was a battle at who could woe her to who she would favor. He grinned up at Itachi as he pulled away.
In the morning; we'll have to disclose privately about this particular situation. I presume rules are going to be made, yeah?”
Bother me tomorrow. I'm tired, and you've ruined the moment.”
Your spending the night with her, yeah? That's never been done with any of the previous...”
Enough.”
He bowed as he pulled his weight from the bed. With a dash of smoke and the curling of some nonintoxicating and sweet scented air he was gone. Her eyes immediately rested into the perilously black obs. She snuggled into his warmth for comfort. The moment she had done so Itachi reacted, and she could feel the strength of his arms tangle around her pulling her tightly to him. Was that a intimate hug? He kissed the exposed part of her forehead and she felt a little uncomfortable with the use of his lips to her forehead. Was it something in her past that made her flinch? Was it something that someone had done to her; or was she self-conscience about her forehead?
Rest.”
 
No sooner did he say those words did her eyes droop down into the bliss of an intoxicating sleep. She felt so safe in his arms, like she was meant to be there. Why was there this itch inside her making her feel like she'd always wanted this---was it the reminder of some person or some childhood crush. She felt like she loved this person, or was she loving the right one? She was confused but she was now fading away into a deep endless sleep. Her body was tired, and throbbed with pain but her mind began to push all the discomforts away...for the moment.