Naruto Fan Fiction ❯ Pink Thread Of Silk ❯ And So We're Free ( Chapter 2 )

Pink Thread of Silk

 

Chapter 2: And So We're Free

 

She looked, yet she didn't see. She spoke, yet she didn't hear her voice. She touched, yet she did not feel. She drank, yet she did not taste the sake the Uchiha genius had poured her.

 

Sakura's emerald orbs gazed emptily at the table before her. She sat beside the named nin, his full attention was not on her though, but on the silver haired nin in front of her. The man she had seen once before at a dinner she had performed in, in the Uchiha's honour when he had killed the hokage of a village unknown to her. He was a stoic man, calm; his posture almost grazed the lines of lazy.

 

“What do I get as a reward Uchiha-san?” The man asked slowly, his dark right eye was watching Itachi, his left covered by a piece of black cloth that seemed to hold his hair in shape as well. Sakura could have thought he was quite handsome, if she had enough emotions inside her to know it.

 

Itachi seemed to chuckle, though it was cold and forced. “I never took you for a straight to the point type of man, Kakashi.” He then picked up his sake cup and took a slow, polite sip. Sakura always wondered how a monster like him could possibly in any way be mannered, have any knowledge of cultural behaviour. “What would you like?”

 

Sakura picked up the decorative porcelain pot of sake once more and poured the clear liquid into the matching sake cup Itachi had just put down empty. “And you Sire?” She asked in a delicate voice as she forced a small smile on her face, her emerald eyes meeting the one dark eye of the silver haired man.

 

He nodded and watched as the young woman; perfect geisha posture took the pot once more and without a shake of the hand or any uncertainty poured another drink. Kakashi could tell she was a master at her work and that very few around her could match up to her high-standards. `Or probably they were his' Kakashi thought as his eye turned back to the dark nin who seemed to have taken an interest in watching the young woman as well.

 

“I want her,” Kakashi replied, it was only a tester as to what he could actually receive from the higher ranking nin, he knew he saw the rose haired woman as his property and valued her highly.

 

Sakura hearing this said and done nothing. This wasn't the first time a ninja had wanted her as a prize, each time they started of with a tester bet. She never understood why they chose her to be it, or even more, why the Uchiha man never agreed.

 

“I'm afraid that prize is out of anyone's reach apart from my own,” Itachi replied with a small smirk gracing his lips, he had picked up the freshly poured sake and breathed in the light and delicate aroma before swirling it and taking a sip. “I could offer you half of the gold we will attain from the cloud village at the end of the week, which should be when you will be back.

 

Kakashi thought about this. It wasn't a bad deal, the amount of gold and valuable items that the Akatsuki nin's loot from villages they overturn is of great quantity. His dark eye once more turned to the pale pink haired woman who was now kneeling silently, not moving as she stared at the sake pot, which looked more like she was looking through it.

 

Kakashi sighed. “I guess that will do,” He replied and picked up his own cup of sake and shot it down with one gulp before placing it back on the table. “Though she would have been one mighty prize.”

 

Itachi's smirk only grew wider. “I would offer you any part of my brother's body but I have already promised it to another,”

 

Kakashi shrugged and nodded.

 

Sakura as soon as she sensed the men were about to finish their meeting stood along side her jailer and gracefully, allowing the decorative katana to align around her form, she followed the men to the door.

 

“Be here in two days time at dawn,” Itachi said but it was more like a command to anyone's ears.

 

Kakashi nodded his head once more before giving Itachi and Sakura a respectful bow of the head which only Sakura returned. She watched him leave with empty forest eyes. She was leaving this place, just for a while, but she was leaving for the first time…

 

***

 

She lay there, staring at the white ceiling above her, pristine white. It was as white as the snow she played with as a little girl. The snow that her friends used to build a snowman with, she had used her own scarf and hat to make that snowman. She was so proud when she was done, yet now… she was anything but proud.

 

A bead of sweat rolled down his face only to drip down onto her collar from his chin as he thrust deeper inside her. His lips were kissing and nipping at her neck as she let out a soft gasp when his knee forced her legs to open wider. His hips were ramming into her hard and deep as he panted over her.

 

She had been just eleven years old when her mother had warned her about men. She was about to be put in a ninja team, she was about to become someone she believed was worth something in the world. She wouldn't have ever imagined her mother's words would ever come true…

 

`You've always been too naïve Sakura' `Men will do what they wish with you and you wouldn't even put up a fight'.

 

His scarlet orbs were burning into her forest green ones. She was lost in that forest, her true being was lost in there somewhere. It was there, alone and crying for help.

 

She hadn't understood those words back then but she sure knew what they meant now, she knew what they meant straight away that day he had beaten her to an unconscious heap.

 

He groaned as he surged into her harder still. She was doing everything in her might not to scream from the pleasure her body had betrayed her to, or to cry from the emptiness she felt because of it. She stared at the ceiling instead, remembering those innocent days she wanted to be in now instead of here.

 

“Say my name,” He growled huskily as he began panting by her ear, his every thrust making her whole body shake with anticipation. Sweat beads were running down her own body. Her hands were clawing into his back as her eyes shut trying her best not to give in to what her body wanted.

 

When he heard no answer Itachi growled impatiently thrusting into her now rough. She cried out in pain as her nails dug into his back drawing blood and her legs curled around his waist begging him to stop the pain.

 

“Say my name,” He barked as his black bangs began to stick to her sweat covered forehead. He was staring straight into her orbs, the commas of his sharingan were swerving and he, with the more entrance space she gave him thrust deeper, her orbs shutting tight.

 

“ITACHI!” She cried out not able to bare it any longer. She could feel his smirk against her ear as his left arm rose from fondling her sensitive nipple to rest by the side of her head as he placed his body weight on it.

 

He crushed his lips onto hers, then he parted her lips roughly with his tongue and slipping it inside as he continued the rocking motion he had set. He loved the taste of her, she always smelled so good, she always knew how to make him crazy. No other woman ever made him this wild.

 

An explosion erupted inside Sakura's body as it stiffened for a mere few seconds, her breath caught in her throat as Itachi gave one final thrust before groaning out himself. She cried out his name again and again. She couldn't help it; the words escaped her lips like life survival instincts.

 

He collapsed on top of her, both panting. Tears were welling up in her eyes but she refused to let them fall, she would be damned before she would let one more tear fall because of him. Maybe her body had betrayed her, but whatever was left of her inside the core of her heart he could not have, she wouldn't give it to him if she could help it.

 

Itachi smirked as he slowly regained his strength to hold himself up again on his hands placed on either side of her head. He gazed lazily into her orbs as he watched another part of her already broken soul drift away.

 

“You're amazing Sakura,' He muttered. She couldn't help but let her eyes drift to his lips. She couldn't understand how someone so beautiful could be so evil, be such a demon at heart, at soul, if he even had one. “That's why I keep you all to myself,” He continued as her eyes instantly shifted back to his. “You're mine and anyone who dares to touch I will make sure will die a very painful death,”

 

Sakura couldn't believe how calmly he could say something like that. The same tone could be used to state that a dog was chasing a bone, or that a child was playing with a balloon. This scared Sakura the most, she had never doubted that he could kill without a second thought, but why was he so intent on keeping her to himself? To kill for her?

 

He rolled off of her satisfied. Sakura watched him close his eyes at her side. This was always her que to leave him, it always meant that he had what he wanted and he didn't care what she done now. She was about to slip out of his bed when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him again.

 

“You're not going anywhere tonight,” He said, he eyes still closed as he pulled her to his side, forcing her hand onto his chest as he relaxed against her.

 

Sakura was shocked to say the least, never had he wanted her to stay the night before. He would usually give her a disgusted look before practically kicking her out of the bed. Then it clicked in her mind, the puzzle was complete. He was proving a point, he was proving that she was his property and that he could do what he liked with her when he liked.

 

She glared at him though he gave no sign of life apart from the even breathing. Sakura thought about how easy it would be to grab the water glass on the nightstand only a few inches away from her and smash it on his head, slice his throat open with a sharp shard.

 

She sighed. Like that would work, he was a genius, he could probably sense what was going through her head right now, he would force her down before she could get within two inches of that glass. And even if she did manage to get it and knock him out, even kill him, she had no way of getting out of this mansion alive.

 

I'd die happily knowing he was dead too. But even as she thought that she knew it was a lie. However much her spirit had been beaten out of her repeatedly, however much her soul had been broken and was being shattered even more. She still wanted to live; she still had hope in the small part of her heart where a little light glowed, that she could still lead a happy life. That she would escape, fall in love and never see those crimson eyes again.

 

She just had to wait…

 

***

 

“Ai Sakura-sama! You're so lucky!” One of the younger servants cooed as she brushed her cherry coloured hair with a silver, aquamarine stone encrusted brush. “Spending the whole night with Itachi-sama!” She seemed to go off in a daze at that point. Sakura watched her in the mirror with a deeply sad look.

 

She had thought like that too once, now she would do anything to get away from here as fast as possible.

 

The girl, Mako, was new in the Uchiha household and was being reprimanded more than any other new maid. She behaved rather roguishly compared to how any other maid behaved, but she still had yet to meet the master himself. Sakura could already see the bruises on her face as she watched her in the mirror.

 

Mako looked back at Sakura's reflection and grinned. “And now you are going away, I hear that Kakashi-san is another fine example of a man,” She continued completely oblivious to the dark yet quite true thoughts running through the emerald orbed woman's mind.

 

“Sakura-sama?” Sakura gave a light grunt to show she was listening. Her eyes were focusing on the dressing table before her so she wouldn't have to imagine the blood running from Mako's lips. “Do you think I could ever…” She paused as a light tinge coloured her cheeks. “…well… if Itachi-sama could ever see me… as he sees you?”

 

Sakura ground her teeth at how stupid this girl was being. “Mako-chan, don't ever even try going near that bastard! If you value your life, the way it is now, don't ever go near him.” She watched as the young girls eyes widened sharply before her lips sealed tight and she began brushing Sakura's hair once more.

 

Sakura sighed. “Mako-chan, promise me you will never allow your life to be like mine,” She continued twisting in her seat to stare up at the brunette that seemed to be thinking her words over. “Don't ever become a slave to any man, don't ever let him imprison you in his home, don't ever let him make you feel like your dead inside and make you watch your body betray you,” There were tears in the young girls eyes as she fell to her knees in front of Sakura.

 

There was a knock at the door, but the person didn't wait for a reply before barging in. Sakura's eyes widened, they settled on the Uchiha genius as he approached where she was sitting. The young maid stood up sharply and wiped away her tears before standing to the side in silence.

 

“You're not ready yet?” He asked, impatience deeply encrusted in his words.

 

“I'm sorry Itachi-sama,” Sakura bowed her head as he merely watched her. She pulled her hair up expertly into a tight, high chignon held by two silver decorative pins, one with cherry blossoms coming of the end, the other a simple silver bell. She added a silver ruby encrusted comb to keep her hair in place.

 

She stood up with only the first layer of her kimono as she stood in front of Itachi who frowned before allowing her to pass. She picked up the next layer and wound it around her form before putting on the final scarlet red kimono layer. Pretty flowers and humming birds decorated it. Itachi picked up the obi and tied it around her waist like a master. He had done it many time before for her as it was hard to get it looking perfect on her own.

 

Sakura slipped on her wooden sandals before taking the arm Itachi offered her and letting him guide her out of her room. She was leaving today; she was going to be away from this hell hole for at least a week if not two. She would be away from him, from his eyes, from his rough touch. She wouldn't have to; over that small period of time die even more inside than she was now. She could already feel the fresh air on her face; she could already see the green on either side of the rocky road that led to the re-built Konoha village.

 

Sakura was ecstatic, though she never showed it, when she heard her village had been re-built. That it had a new and much stronger hokage, that there were people living there once more, that it was once again the heart of the leaf country.

 

And she was going back…

 

She had a brief discussion with Itachi the day before about what she had to do, before he had forced her to his bed once more. He had told her that when she met his brother, Sasuke Uchiha, she was to be the eye candy that he was going to follow to his death, which was fine by her. It meant she would have to touch another pride driven, egotistical, blood hungry, slave driving son of a bitch. And she was glad.

 

She suspected that Sasuke would be similar to Itachi even though they seemed to not be on the best terms with each other. Not really surprising since Itachi had murdered their whole family.

 

Sakura just had to use her womanly charms that she knew all to well to make him beg like the dog he was to her.

 

Itachi had also told her that she wouldn't be alone. Apart from Hatake Kakashi who would be protecting her, she would also be accompanied by two more geishas from the two surrounding villages. She didn't know their names, she didn't really care either. They were the ones that were going to make prostitutes of themselves for Itachi's sake and for their lives.

 

It was better that Sakura didn't know who they were, so she wouldn't get to know them and hate herself more then she already did because she had the `get out of jail' card and they didn't.

 

Sakura's eyes rose to meet the dark eye of the silver haired ninja who bowed his head as a sign of respect. Sakura returned the gesture and gave him a small forced smile.

 

“Anything happens to her I will hunt you down,” Itachi said as if he was commenting on the weather.

 

Kakashi merely nodded before gesturing for Sakura to follow him. Sakura gave a low bow to Itachi before following Kakashi out of the door into the rising sun.

 

“I'll be waiting for you,” She heard Itachi's voice behind her, like the devil allowing a caged bird out of hell for a little while. She allowed Kakashi to help her into the carriage that would take her to the next village to pick up the next geisha.

 

She held her breath as she watched the front door of the Uchiha mansion intently. The carriage was moving, she could see the mansion getting further away, she was being set free, if only for a little while. He didn't come out; he didn't try to stop her.

 

She was free…