Here is a little one-shot involvement between Itachi and Sakura. I did a little challenge fic with Wicked Innuendo and this is my result. The themes and Uchiha ideas here are hers. I've put a link to the wonderful story she did for me in exchange so click on my profile after and go read hers. It's my Genma fantasy fulfilled and be sure to tell her how great it is. Thanks!!!

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Hmm, six o’clock, the young Kunoichi thought intently, he should be here any moment. Her bright and brilliant green eyes scanned the area for a sign of her quarry as she hid in the shadows of the alleyway in the small village near the water. It was a remote and dirty fishing village and the reek of the water life invaded her nostrils making her choke sometimes. She pulled a little at her white t-shirt and wrapped the long brown trench coat tighter around her as the evening air grew cool. The black short pants she wore ran down her slim legs and her feet were adorned with the usual sandal like footwear that most Jounins wore.

Shit, I’ll never get rid of the smell of fish, she cursed inwardly. Crouching now against the shabby wooden shack whose shadow hid her form, she intended fully to make this the last night she would watch him, waiting for her opportunity.

The Inn across the way was her immediate focus. It was tiny drinking hole that seemed to attract every scabby, dirty criminal in the area and it was also the current dining place of her prey. The road between her cover and this dingy building was dirt covered and riddled with potholes. The sun’s path wound away from her as it began to set behind the decrepit gray-brown building that housed the tavern, perched unevenly near the dilapidated docks behind it.

She continued to watch, her breath coming fast and her heart pounding, anticipating the opportunity to end this soon, this terrible burden that had plagued her.

She was nineteen now and a first rate Jounin, something accomplished with the help of her two closest companions and her incredible teacher. Her relationship with Sasuke had finally become more than just teammates in her fifteenth year. It had been the year that everything had changed for them.

As she waited there among the looming blackness she thought of her Sasuke, thought of how he was faring. She had been here tracking her target for almost four days and thought often of the last time she had seen Sasuke, over a week ago. She had stood beside the hospital bed for hours wondering when he would wake up. She would sleep in the uncomfortable chair beside the bed and then stand vigil again as if it were a routine she was required to do.

Looking over him each time, she had hoped something had changed with her love, but he still lay there with the mask on, tubes and wires protruding from under the blanket covering his body. Machines hummed and buzzed, clicking in time with his steady breathing. It was a sad sight, but not the first time she had seen her Sasuke like that.

He was twenty now, and such a handsome and capable ninja, everything she knew he could be with one small flaw. Strangely enough the flaw had a name...Uchiha Itachi. The name of the man who came between them so many times. That fateful day was the first time in half a year that word of him had interrupted the steady pace of life for them but she knew in time it would, it always did.

This time it was their anniversary, four years since he had asked her to be with him always as his love. Four years since she vowed she would go through everything with him and love him unconditionally, and she did. Even through this nightmare that was Itachi, she loved him with her whole being. Since she was a twelve-year old child she loved him like that, and now he loved her that way in return. It was almost poetic in it’s beauty and complexity. Yes, complexity was the correct word, for even though she adored him and loved every movement of his body, every sound from his mouth there was that one small complexity...Itachi.

She loathed that name now; it had been the burden of their relationship. When he would hear that Itachi was spotted or rumored to be somewhere he would go after him. This time had been the worst. Itachi left him with a chidori hole of all things, and Kakashi had been devastated to hear that Itachi had copied it from his younger brother, using it to punch a whole in his side.

Naruto and Kakashi had come to see Sasuke in the hospital and she could see the way they clenched their fists at hearing what had happened. Both had wanted to go after Itachi more than once, but knew that Sasuke would never forgive them for ending the vendetta he swore to do himself. As much as they cared for Sasuke they knew they couldn’t rob him of the one thing that burned inside him. Sakura began to fear it would end Sasuke and this chance they had together would be forever lost.

Itachi was powerful and menacing, but what Sakura found most disturbing was the fact that he could calmly bring his own brother to the edge of death without concern. It seemed as if he was a blank slate that only awakened to kill, then went back to his erased persona. It was as if the killing could never possibly taint him, a machine of sorts.

How many nights had Sasuke lay beside her, whispering in her ear that when he had finished this dark business they could be married? How many times had he confessed his love and sworn that he would be everything to her? Now she felt a measure of hate for Itachi for her own reasons. He stood in front of her happiness and Sasuke’s, ensuring that she would have to wait patiently until he died or Sasuke did.

She couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t wait. This time he was lucky, only a month to recover and then what? He would wait again for his chance, only the next time he may not come back making her a widow before a bride. She couldn’t fathom life without him; he made her whole. The soft whispers in the night told him this over and over, the ones she breathed across his ear before running her fingers through his dark hair. The delicate words that would make him forget his life of revenge for just a little while as they took each other in their arms and expressed their love.

She would do anything for him, but felt somewhat selfish now, even angry. He continued to put their lives and dreams on hold to pursue this foolish dark wish. He would return to her battered and bruised, half dead, promising that next time he would finish it.

Sasuke...would you hate me if I did it? Would you despise me for taking your chance at revenge away? Could we live life if he were gone?

So many times it had run through her mind, so many times she silently asked him that question but never really wanting an answer.

The contemplation had now turned to desire and further to action as she watched his labored breath under the scrutiny of a gambit of monitoring machines.

Now crouched low beside this fish scented water, between the creaking walls of this village she would end it for both of them, she would pursue the life he had promised her. Ending the life of Uchiha Itachi was the only way.

For the fourth night in a row she watched his form traipse slowly towards the hidden away tavern, and she had observed that they did this at the same time every night. The tall grayish tinged shark-like man always accompanied him as they made their way in for sustenance. This became her nightly routine, as she would watch them until they finished and then returned to the small Inn at the end of the road.

They had become somewhat predictable and she had managed to memorize their routines, trying to pick which would be the best opportunity to make her move.

Each night after they returned, she had observed Itachi sitting in the window watching the water, perhaps meditating. His eyes always burned crimson, she had never seen his black eyes. The sharingan had always been something she was interested in, seeing her love’s eyes and even the one that Kakashi had, the power always impressed her. But his eyes, Itachi’s, proved to be a thing of fear for her. She knew if she glanced in them, he would end her life. The very thought was enough to consider going home, but it never happened, she wanted her life with Sasuke too much to give up now.

As the two men finished, they returned to the hotel; Sakura waited for a while and then followed them. Their routine had never changed so she decided to keep a good distance before resuming her perch among the rooftops opposite their second floor room at the Inn.

Determined to make the fifth night her final night in this village, she continued to let her plans roll through her mind as she watched them. The sun had finally gone down and the night was her cover as her focus remained on the dirty window of their room. Nothing had changed. Kisame had lay back on the bed with a bottle of something and Itachi resumed his vigil near the window, sitting quietly with eyes closed.

She sighed a little as she watched them. She believed that he was most vulnerable when meditating and decided that she needed to try and get Kisame out of the room. Perhaps enlisting the services of a local prostitute would be her best option. She silently cursed herself for having to stoop that low.

As she felt the cold chill surround her from the wet breeze coming off the water, she sat up seeing something happening in the room. It appeared that they had begun a conversation and Kisame was standing near the door. It didn’t take long and he then stepped out leaving the Uchiha alone, and as if it were no concern he turned back to meditate again.

Within moments the tall gray form of Kisame exited the Inn and began to peruse the street, apparently looking for some companionship as he came across some prostitutes and struck up a conversation.

With a sudden thrill, she felt that this might finally be her chance, might finally be the opportunity she had waited for. Biting her lip with anticipation, she steeled her will to act even though her legs felt weak with fear. She was a Jounin, but even Kakashi and Sasuke had not managed to kill this man. The near impossibility hit her of the task she had taken upon herself, but she would do it for what she wanted, there would no future unless she tried.

Slipping silently down from the roof, she managed to make her way to the doorway of his room. It was a possibility that he may think she was Kisame returning and so the fastest way to do this would be to just go straight for his throat but....

...don’t look in his eyes.

Sliding a kunai from her holster, she meant to do it. Her hand grasped the doorknob and turned quickly as she darted in the room. Her legs propelled her towards him, her long coat flapping behind her as he remained seated in his usual position, unmoving. Her silent steps grazed the wood floor as her arm swung up and with a downward motion, slashed the man’s neck. He toppled over forward as the blood began to spill over the floor.

Her fingers shook and became unable to grasp the kunai as the killing instrument fell to the floor.

That was too fucking easy, she thought in terror and as she turned she saw the door pushed closed by the man who stood behind it. The black tied back hair framed the face that was unmistakably an Uchiha. His red eyes focused on her and she gasped at the realization that she was looking right in them. The familiar crack of the air where the replication had vanished from behind her made her legs weak with fear.

As if she had become a cornered animal, she ran towards the only other door in the room, which she was hoping was the bathroom when she was bodily thrown up against the wall, banging her head painfully. A sear of pain ran through her as she felt her hands pressed up against the wall on either side of her head, her body pinned by his. Turning her face to the side, she felt the unmistakable futility of what had just transpired.

All became dark as she snapped her eyes shut, hoping to prolong the last few minutes of her life. Her breathing was rapid as her chest moved against his with her anguished breaths.

“Fuck you, Uchiha” she gritted her teeth as she felt his mouth so near her that his warm breath touched her ear.

“Such language from a young lady” his smooth muted voice rang through her so dark and velvety. Such a placid sound from a cold killer, it was not what she expected.

She struggled against his strong hands, but to no avail, she could feel the inevitability of her death creeping up to her with this man’s soft voice. His grip was like steel and he never moved as she pushed against him in futility, his face so close she felt the heat from his skin.

“It was a good attempt Kunoichi, I’m tempted to let you live.” His docile tones where spoken against the skin of her neck and she shivered with the light contact.

He was going to play with her, make her suffer before he killed her. The regret flooded her body as she cursed her own lack of abilities, her own mistakes that had led her to this man. She swallowed hard, deciding what would be a better way to die, and with a horrible decisiveness she opened her eyes giving him the opportunity to finish her quickly.

“I would rather die.” She hissed to him as her face turned, and her green eyes met his. His face was so near to hers and despite all the strength she was trying to show, his eyes made her gasp slightly. They were the same as her lover’s but different. They were almost feminine in their beauty but with so much less feeling, a dark coldness. The lines of his face told her that he didn’t sleep, he was only a few years older than her and yet, his attractive face seemed tired and worn. He was handsome, as much as her Sasuke was.

“You are in a hurry then?” he did not look away from her as his tone stayed so even. She couldn’t imagine that a voice like that could yell, it was so soft.

“I’m no threat to you, give me my dignity.” She said softer than she wanted to, knowing these words might be the last she ever spoke.

“If you were any kind of threat, I would have killed you three days ago. If I registered you as a threat now, you would have been killed instantly.”

Fuck, he knew I was here the whole time.

She watched his eyes waiting for whatever mindfuck he would do to her, whatever sort of wild torture his devilish mind could dream up. She could scream with fearful anticipation as he drew out each moment, his red sharingan watching her, piercing her eyes.

“Why are you here? Not just to die, I presume?” his voice almost a whisper as he neared her, letting his lips graze her ear.

Uncontrollably she let out a small whimper of fear as his fingers plied tightly at her wrists and his body continued to pin her against the rough wood wall.

“I won’t let you do this to me.” She hissed feeling the sting of angry tears at the corners of her eyes. She knew she couldn’t stop him, but her defiance burned in her, she was Sasuke’s, no other man could have her.

“Hmph.” The sound grazed her neck, “Give me my dignity, Kunoichi.” He said softly.

It surprised her to hear this remark and she felt some confusion mixed with desperate determination. Again she strained at his hands and body.

“Kunoichi, I have a proposition for you.” his head moved back a little as he let his sharingan stare through her eyes.

“Wh...what?” her voice trembled.

“I’ll release you in a one hour. But for one hour, you must stay here with me on your own accord.” His face showed no emotion and she was puzzled by this proposition. The only thought she had was that he wanted her with no inhibitions; she had to give herself to him. As much as it sickened her to think what he may want, she was willing to try anything to get her hands free, to have a possibility of escape.

“I’ll agree,” she said softly, her voice still wavering. His hands still pushed hers to the wall, his body had not moved.

“I warn you, if you try to escape, I will kill you.” his tone was even and again she thought of him as a blank killing machine with no remorse or cares. So different from her Sasuke but yet so similar. She believed his statement to be true and wondered if the punishment she received from him would be worth the release.

Letting her hands go, he backed away slowly and she let her eyes look him over, still feeling the fear of looking at the Sharingan. Her death was in those pretty eyes.

The mesh shirt he wore hugged his slim muscular upper torso and a delicate necklace hung around his neck, it almost looked like small flowers and for a fleeting moment she thought it looked unusual on the killer. He was not much taller than her and so for a moment they stood face to face. He, watching her and she, afraid to move away from the wall.

“I asked you a question before. Why are you here?” If she could touch his voice, she figured it would feel like silk or velvet, something so refined and smooth.

“I came to kill you,” she said trying to mask emotions that bubbled just beneath the surface.

“Explain” he tilted his head slightly while moving some hair away from his face. The red ring of the Akatsuki gleamed on his finger.

“For Sasuke...for me.” She whispered.

Was that a small smile that crossed his lips? It struck fear in her again.

“Kunoichi, before, you said you would rather die. Do you know what it’s like to want to die? I can give it to you if you want it, but you will never be able to give it to me.” He said in his muted voice.

“Do you know what it’s like?” she asked, more boldly than she imagined she could in the face of this killer, but the curiosity had taken a step ahead of the fear after what he had just said.

“Yes. Everyday.” He turned away from her. Her eyes darted towards the doorway as she considered making her move, but the speed at which he had caught her last time would surly outmatch hers. Unfortunately, her only option was to play this out.

“Sit.” He commanded her as he pointed to the bed.

With difficult steps, she managed to force her feet to carry her trembling body over to the low bed. Her shaking hands lowered her down to sit on the edge as her wide eyes watched the Uchiha move near the window to his usual perch for meditation.

“Yes, Kunoichi, I want death but I will never get it. These cursed eyes that were once thought of as a great gift, will never let me die.” He turned to her after he pulled the window blinds down to hide the night outside.

“You obviously know who I am and what I’ve done.” He expression remained unchanged as he moved nearer to her. “I killed my family, I almost completely destroyed the Uchiha bloodline and now am a missing-nin of Konoha.” He watched her face for her reaction.

“You destroyed your brother, he lives everyday wanting to kill you and never letting us move ahead. He can’t be whole because of what you have done.” She hissed softly feeling the anger that drove her to come in the first place as he walked back towards her.

“Yes, I know he wants to kill me. Perhaps you can change his mind.” He reached over and touched her face before crouching down in front of her. His eyes looked faraway but still remained locked in the sharingan.

“Why would I want to do that?” she raised her face defiantly to slip it out of his touch. Itachi bowed his head down a little, letting his gaze have to raise to look at her. She bit her lip wondering what he was thinking, fright rose in her throat again.

It was so fast that it took a moment to register what had happened but she again found herself pinned by his body to the bed, her hands above her head held tightly by one of his.

She let out a soft noise of fright as his other hand gripped her neck lightly almost in a caress. His head moved a little as his eyes looked down her face and neck and continued to peruse her. Her green eyes watched him fearfully, waiting for the end.

“You want to save him, don’t you?” he whispered as a small kiss was left on her skin at her jugular. Another noise escaped her lips as she turned her head to the side.

“I can’t be killed, Kunoichi. My eyes are weapons. If he comes after me again, I will kill him next time.” His breath spread across the base of her throat.

“I can’t fathom how a man could want to kill his own brother.” She said so quietly as she held her vision at the doorway to the side of the bed, wishing desperately that she could run through it.

“I didn’t say I wanted to kill him, I just said I would.” The fingers of his free hand roved over her side and traced around the edge of her breast. “In the beginning I thought that perhaps he could kill me, but I know it’s not possible now. I have felt the desire for death, but I will never receive it.”

“I...I don’t...understand.” She closed her eyes tightly as his lips brushed her cheek.

“I possess the Mangekyou sharingan. Do you know what that is? It’s the highest weapon form of sharingan possible. I can do almost anything to anyone with it. Do you know how I came upon this curse?” he tightened his grip on her hands as he pressed his body against hers letting his weight fall completely on her.

His touches were killing her, toying with her, the scream welled up in her chest but would not come forth. She was so scared that her body began shivering every time his fingers met her skin.

“Yes, I know!” she spat in a small trembling voice, “You killed your best friend.”

“Yes. It was a beautiful plan. So beautiful, I’d like to tell you about it, Kunoichi.” He let his fingers wrap in her pink tresses, twirling it around his fingers and rubbing it between them gently. “My father had conspired with the other elders of the Uchiha clan to push the potential of some of the more attributed youths of our clan further and to bring about this cursed sharingan that I now possess. My best friend was also an Uchiha of remarkable talent and we did not know it at the time but we were pitted against each other. Each of us told of an uncovered plan that the other was conspiring to kill him. My father told me this so I had no reason to doubt it. We had finally met by the water and without spoken word we fought until one lay dead, in the end I triumphed earning my Mangekyou sharingan.” She sensed no pain in his voice as he spoke so coldly, his lips grazing her neck again, then he nipped lightly at her ear.

Her soft whimper told him that she was listening, but still fearful of his touch.
“Now I can do anything to anyone.” He repeated his words as his fingers grabbed her face and turned her towards him. She looked into his eyes as her own eyebrows creased in terror, watching his sharingan change. In seconds she felt a surge through her body and a vision of her Sasuke dead, laying in a pool of his own blood, thrust into her mind.

The terror and futility of seeing her love dead, rang through her being. When it subsided she felt the tears running over her cheeks.

“Damn you.” she whispered as she cursed his cruelty at showing her something so horrible.

“I am damned. What my father didn’t know that day is that you cannot control the Mangekyou sharingan right away, it controls you. His whole motivation for wanting me to have it was for the destruction of the Hyuuga clan. The Hyuuga’s were a powerful family and the only ones in the world to surpass the Uchiha. The clan wanted to wipe out the Hyuuga clearing a path for anything the Uchiha clan wanted including Konoha. I didn’t want to be part of it so he told me that I could leave, and that he still had Sasuke to pick up where I left off.”

Sakura’s face snapped back to look at him, her eyes wide, but her cheeks still red from what he had made her body do. His cold look scared her, but his story shocked her utterly.

“Yes. My father all but dared me to kill him that day and when the Mangekyou possesses you for the first time, you are at its mercy. When the killing began, it could not be stopped. I had slaughtered everyone in my life that I loved except Sasuke whom at the time, I felt was no threat.”

Suddenly Sakura felt his hand let hers go and his weight lifted off her slightly although he still hovered above her, both hands now pressed into the bed at her sides.

“I regained myself when I saw my brother, but the guilt and shame gripped me. Daring him to do it, I had hoped that he would come after me and end this, but he will never be able to. When I feel truly threatened, the Sharingan can take over and there is no way to stop it. I can control it most of the time but others it is untamable. I am consumed by it utterly. Sasuke will die if he comes back with intent to end my life. Had I felt you were a threat, you would be dead now.”

“Why are you telling me all this?” the surprised look on her face showed her disbelief at the incredible story that contradicted everything she knew.

“Because you are perhaps the only one who can stop him, and because I know you will never tell.” He smirked coldly then he pressed his lips to hers. His warm mouth giving her shivers of what she tried to believe was fear. The kiss lingered and she didn’t dare turn away, praying that he wouldn’t try to progress it.

He lifted off her and walked back to the window keeping his back from her.

“How can you be so sure that I will never tell?” She asked quietly as she sat up holding a quivering hand over her lips.

“Because he will hate you for coming here and trying to rob him of his chance to kill me.” That smooth voice still gave her tremors as his intonation reminded her so much of Sasuke’s.

Sakura looked down at her feet, he was right, she could not tell Sasuke.

“Your time is up Kunoichi, you are free to go.” He still did not turn around. “I can’t take anything else away from him.”

She stood and stared at his back for a few moments letting the whole confession of the killer Uchiha Itachi sink into her. She never imagined that the first time they met face to face things would be like this. She was still scared, she felt somehow dirty from his touches, and she hated him and pitied him at the same time.

“Itachi...” she wasn’t sure what she wanted to say, but her confused mind felt like she was compelled to speak, not leaving his admissions dangling like that.

“Sakura, if you cannot convince him to stop, I will kill him.” His back still faced the pink haired woman.

With a nod of acknowledgement, even thought he had not seen it, her slender hand grasped the doorknob hurriedly and she exited as fast as she had come. She darted along the hallway and out into the street feeling for the first time that she had just escaped a sure death, but left with more than she came with.

Only did it register in her mind, the next day as she fled back to Konoha, that he knew her name.

Back home and standing over Sasuke again, she watched his eyes open slightly, the steady hum of the machines was gone as he managed to now breath on his own. Her adventure remained a secret but a powerful motivator for the hard road she would have to tread to save Sasuke.

Watching the dark eyes that she loved look at her with the same kind of love, she swore no matter what it took in the future, she would never let him go again.

In a short time and in light of her knowledge, she became adamant about his staying away from Itachi and thankfully Sasuke would bow reluctantly to her threats of leaving him. But as they married and then the expected birth of their first child became a reality, he swore he was through with revenge.

Finally love had conquered over his dark wish and he came to terms with the fact that he must live for himself and his family.

On rare occasions after that, in the quiet times as she watched her husband and son, Sakura would think about the older Uchiha and wonder where he was. The hour-long encounter with him had impacted her life and Sasuke’s in a tremendous way. She loved Sasuke unconditionally but it was Itachi that had given her the strength and motivation to stand up to him and claim the life they deserved. Sometimes when Sasuke tried to come to grips with his dark past he would sigh and say that Itachi had lost his humanity and his ability to care.

Sakura knew it was a lie, for on that fateful night, lying under him he could have ended everything for Sasuke, but chose not to. He had chosen to be a brother and a man who wanted to protect someone precious to him at the cost of his own suffering and Sakura knew he did, indeed, suffer.

In her mind, as she got older she knew that if she ever chanced a meeting with him again she would not forget the two words she had meant to say that day, but couldn’t find.

“Thank-you”

And Thank-you again to Wicked Innuendo for that wonderful original Genma/Saku and for getting me past my writers block!!

Love Leafy.