Discontinued until further notice. Chapters four through six have been deleted since I hated them. There will be one more final chapter to ‘The Virus’ and then I’ll go on with ‘StrangeLove.’

Warning: Explicit Sexual content, dark themes, S&M; yeah, the whole works.

The Virus

I can see you, but you can't see me. I could touch you and you wouldn't even feel me
Wait a second and you'll settle down. I'm just waiting till you really let your guard down
You're relaxed, you're sublime, you're amazing. You don't even know the danger you're facing
If I'm quiet, I'll slide up behind you. And if you hear me, I'll enjoy trying to find you

I’ve been with you all day, I’m trying to stay calm. I’m impatient and it’s really hard to breath. I’m going to empty you and fill you in with me

Keep the violence down. Not yet – don't make a sound
Oh, God, I'm feeling it. It's reaching fever pitch
My skin is caving in. My heart is driving out
No mercy, no remorse. Let nature take its course

Watching - Bring me to my knees
Waiting - I am your disease
Lover - Set my symptom free
Covered -You won't feel a thing
I'm sweating through my veins
I'm trying to hold on. It's unbearable, it's almost worse for me
I'm gonna tear you apart. And make you see, make you see

It's almost time to play/It's time to be afraid. I can't control the pain, I can't control in vain
Oh God, I'm ready now, you're almost ready now. I'm gonna love you now, I'm gonna put you down

I see you in the dark, I see you all the way
I see you in the light, I see you plain as day
I wanna touch your face, I wanna touch your soul
I wanna wear your face, I wanna burn your soul

This is the virus – the virus of life

This is the crisis – the knife

-Slipknot

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Haruno, Sakura stared wide-eyed at the darkness around her. Her mission had been to meet with a spy nin in the back of a tiny, local pub to retrieve much needed medicine for the Konoha hospital. Apparently, the hospital was in short stock of whatever it was she was to accept from the nin who had pilfered it from a village that was not in league with Konoha, since no other villages carried the cure.

She was surprised to have received a task from Tsunade. For five years now Sakura had remained a medic-nin only. Never in those five years had she received what could have been classified as an actual mission-basically stuck and stranded in Konoha. Her healing and care-taking abilities had been narrowed down to the children’s ward of the hospital along with Hyuga, Hinata since they dealt with kids naturally. Sadly, an outbreak of an unknown ailment in the ward, that even a healthy dose of chakra couldn’t fix, had pushed the hospital to desperate measures to help the children that could only be treated with the medicine she had been sent to ‘fetch.’

The rendevous point, however, had not been at a local pub in a nearby village. But, instead, she had been sent hours away to a village she had never heard of and wasn’t sure that it existed on the map. And the little pub she was told to wait patiently in the back of had turned out to be quite the opposite.

Sakura stood at the entrance of a loud night club feeling helplessly out of place. She had been let in on her ‘good’-she preferred the word beautiful-looks alone, but wondered how that had been enough considering the stark difference in her wardrobe compared to the others around her. She wore a simple, sleeveless, white dress that hugged her figure perfectly and ended just above her mid-thigh. Gingerly accented with a pink lace choker above the rounded off neckline of the dress, she had considered it her normal choice of clothing and perfectly acceptable for the pub she had expected to enter.

Here, however, the dark and heavy clothing draped with chains and other sharp objects seemed to be the trend for men, while the women wore black, skin tight apparel that left little to the imagination. Who would’ve thought such a terrible place could even exist. Sakura couldn’t help but feel like a tiny white speck on a big, black paper. Looking around the crowded club nervously, her first impression got the better of her as she turned back in hopes of leaving the strange atmosphere. But was met with the urging of the other ‘darklings’ who didn’t seem to want her to leave, to continue into the building.

Never in her life had she been in such a dark and disturbing place. In her time as a ninja, she had seen some terrible things. But this was different. The people here seemed to prefer the darkness to the light. Suddenly, Konoha didn’t seem like such a bad to place to be now. Quickly thinking of the children in the hospital ward, especially little Nina, a girl that a grown on Sakura the past few weeks, she found the courage to move forward into the building to retrieve the medicinal cure.

Every step she took into the expanded area made her squirm with uneasiness. Lights flashed around her faster than she could blink and the slow, dark, heavy music that pounded in her ears made her stomach churn. Each time she looked from one person to another she saw things she never knew people had the gall to perform in public. Women kissing women, people drinking ungodly amounts of alcohol, dirty dancing, and other choice behaviors she wished not to think about. In all her nineteen years Sakura was never left as dumbstruck as she was now. Naruto turning down a bowl of ramen wouldn’t have surprised her more than the scenes around her.

Finally deciding to ignore the odd people, Sakura quickly squeezed her way through the crowd. ‘Under the exit sign in the back...’ She repeated her orders in her head while searching for the bright red sign that indicated an exit door. ‘There.’ She found her target and immediately began heading her way to the back and placed herself directly beneath the sign. To her relief, there were few others that occupied this area.

Not to her relief, however, the small space she designated to herself was even darker than the rest of the club. She wasn’t scared of the weird people around her, why should she be? The lessons her sensei had taught her, Naruto and Sasuke long ago still remained in her head, not to mention the fact that she had perfect chakra control. What worried her was that the spy nin might not see her here. But there was nothing she could do, she had followed orders and the only thing left to do was wait and try to find something to distract herself from the heinous acts being committed around her.

Her wait was cut short as a loud, pain wrenching screech was let out over the music. She raised her green eyes just in time to see droplets of blood splatter up and over the crowd of the designated dance floor to land on a few of the ‘darklings’ faces. Looking down in the center of the crowd, she saw a head fall to the floor and roll about the numerous dancing feet.

Sakura froze. Did they just perform a human sacrifice? What kind of a place was this and why did Tsunade send her here? Her shock increased ten fold as she watched through the bustling of legs and feet a hand reaching down to pick up the decapitated head by it’s hair. She covered her mouth and resisted the urge to vomit as blood poured from the victim’s lacerated neck. What’s worse was the fact that not a single person seemed to acknowledge the fact one of their own had just been beheaded as they continued their sinful dancing.

Nothing, however, could have prepared her for when the murderers’ feet turned and began walking out of the crowd...in her direction. She wished she could have moved, but shock and fear held her legs still and in her mind she cursed Tsunade for sending her on this mission without assistance.

As the figure moved closer through the crowd, she couldn’t help but stare into the two blood red eyes that illuminated themselves through the darkness. The tall figure stealthfully moved through the thickness of mingling bodies almost in slow motion, as if he were one with the heavy music that continued to play and seep into her soul. He was the shadows themselves. A heavy cloak splashed with red hung from his broad shoulders like a waterfall of darkness. It seemed to match his intimidating figure, a black life stained with blood.

When Sakura recognized another greenish, scaly figure following the man in close pursuit she took a step backwards and leaned her back against the cold, metal door behind her. Her heart began pounding in her chest as a quick shimmer of an Konoha ANBU headband wrapped around his forehead, almost hidden by thick black hair, confirmed her fears. ‘Uchiha, Itachi...’

Pressing herself further back against the door, her knees locked themselves in place. She was no match for her teammates’ elder brother who had accomplished the evil deed of massacring his entire family on his own. Washing the Uchiha family symbol in crimson and ruining the bloodline forever. The thought repulsed her even more than the leaking head he held in his right hand.

‘Just don’t move Sakura...’ Inner Sakura’s voice demanded, feeling the need to pop up since she currently seemed to be lacking the capability of thinking on her own. ‘If you stay still, he won’t see you. He’ll walk right by without even glancing your way.’ Sakura agreed, doubting that he would have recognized her all these years later anyways. Squinting her eyes shut, planting her chin on her chest and burying her hands in her face like an ostrich sticking its head in the ground in cowardice, she waited for the gut-wrenching moment to pass.

When she lifted her head and spread a couple fingers to peek out from behind her hands, a squeak unintentionally left her throat. The evil man stood only inches away looking down at her like she had some type of mental problem. Bringing her arms down, she placed her hands flat against the door and glared at him, refusing to show her fear.

“What do you want?” She hissed at him almost regretting it immediately as his eyes narrowed dangerously at her. But she would be damned if she would let him get the better of her.

Taking that small step forward to loom over the girl, he leaned down next to her ear and whispered. “You’re in my way.” Sakura couldn’t control her gasp as his hand slid down the side of her waist only to continue slithering behind her to the door knob. Slowly and intentionally he turned the knob, making sure to brush the swell of her buttocks in the process. She could only glare at him with all the hate in the world as a shiver wracked her body.

He frowned and shoved the door open causing her to tumble outside backwards, barely able to catch her balance from being caught off guard. Ignoring her completely, as if she had never been there, he and his ever present follower walked past her into the cool night air. Severed head still in hand.

Sakura thanked her lucky stars that he was walking away without realizing who she was. A large portion of her felt incredibly relieved from his lack of memory about her, that meant she was safe and in the clear. He would walk on and shortly forget the encounter he had with the bubble-gum haired girl. And , yet, a part of her felt undeniably insulted that she was so far beneath him he didn’t even remember his younger siblings teammate. Once again, Sakura let her emotions get the better of her as her mouth spoke of its own accord.

“I know who you are...Itachi.” She had only whispered it faintly in hopes that he wouldn’t hear it. Those hopes were shattered as he stopped his slow pace of walking away from the building. “So you’re the Konoha bitch they sent me.” He said as he turned to face her.

“What?” She asked in confusion. Tsunade hadn’t sent her after this murderer, she was only a medic-nin. He had to be confusing her with someone else.

Giving a short glance to Kisame, he handed over the head and stalked towards her as his partner in evil stalked off into the night. His eyes held her in place preventing her from running. She was in it deep and had no weapons to defend herself, not that they would have done any good against him.

“Wait, no...You don’t understand.” She demanded. But he was upon her in an instant, grabbing her arm and shoving her into the wall behind. “You think you know me, kunoichi?” His voice was deep and disturbing as he drawled out his appraisal of her body, sizing her up. Well tamed, waist length pink hair; long, thin legs; tiny waist; tight ass and big tits. Hardly any sign of a muscular build on the girl. Sakura scowled inwardly as his frown deepened.

“I expected a challenge and this is what they send me? A powderpuff?” Itachi said grimly as his hand swiftly grabbed her jaw in a firm grasp before she could fight back. “But what else could be expected from Konoha.” Sakura tried to jerk free of his hand only to have him force her back to the wall even harder. The loud music still thundering inside could be heard and felt as it vibrated the outer walls. Her voice left her the moment his hand traveled down her throat, silencing any thoughts of a lip lashing from her, while his other held her arm and kept her firmly glued to the wall.

Taking his time, his hand reached the small space between her perky breasts. His eyes left hers for only a moment as he looked down to see the effect his slight touch had caused. Protruding from beneath her white dress, each breast clearly sported a small hard nipple. In one blink he returned his gaze to her face, deep inset lines under his eyes made him look as if he had gone for days without sleep.

Sakura turned her face away from him in shame, blaming it on the cool night air. “Maybe you were ordered to get into my bed.” His hand went lower. “And kill me in a moment of weakness.” No emotion crossed his features as he spoke and Sakura clearly blushed as she understood the ‘moment of weakness’ he referred to was an orgasm. A brutal, but pleasurable death...

“I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” She grit her teeth together and moved to knee him in the crotch. He was much faster than her, however, and in a second had her turned around. His hand pressed painfully in her back and her breasts smashed against the cold wall of the building.

“I think you’re forgetting something, kunoichi.” He softly brushed her pink hair from her back and whispered his icy breath at the nape of her neck. “I hate pink.”

Grabbing a fist full of her lovely locks, he jerked her head back electing a scream from the girl. Shoving a leg between hers, he forced them apart quickly making her dress ride high up her thighs, and exposing her lower ass cheeks. Thoroughly shaking from fear and embarrassment of exposure, Sakura could hardly stand. He trapped both of her dainty, well manicured hands above her head with only one of his gloved ones.

“What’s the matter, girl?” His quiet voice asked. The rough material of his glove moved up her inner thigh. “Feeling in over your head?” In that moment, he slid his hand under her dress and pressed it to her panty-covered mound causing a deep, unbidden, breath to escape her throat in utter amazement. Was she frightened or pleasured?

“No!” She squeaked in protest. Confusion wrecked her mind as she quickly turned her head to try and speak. Tiny gasps had taken over her breathing when she realized how close his face was to hers. She was only a few mere centimeters from him and for a long moment she was mesmerized by his stare. Her lips were dangerously close to his allowing her to feel the steady, deep, gushes of air escaping his mouth and him in tern feeling her short pants of fear.

“Or maybe you’re feeling something else.” His cold lips brushed against hers making her own quiver from the contact. When his hand continued to massage her sacred place and push her backside into his groin, she almost died. Her hands clenched to fists as he began grinding something slightly hard beneath his trousers into her buttocks. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she registered the low thudding of the music inside humming in her ears. How could she fight this situation?

She had to stop this immediately. What desire she was feeling was only due to her girlish longing for the touch of a man. Or maybe just the rush of fear in the moment, that if she didn’t follow along she would end up like the head Kisame had left with. It was all a mind game to him and she couldn’t allow it to go any further. He was a wanted criminal and she was currently being manhandled by him. Her teammates and village would strongly disagree with her moment of weakness she was currently experiencing. Especially Sasuke, how he would hate her for betraying their friendship like this. Naruto wouldn’t understand what had happened and be left as confused as she was now. And Kakashi-Sensei would frown down on her in disappointment.

“You keep your hands off me!” She shouted. Sakura began to squirm violently in his hold, she would not make this easy for him that’s for sure. Gabbing another heaping chunk of her hair, Itachi forcefully turned her to face him. “Insolent bitch.” He murmured and reached up to press on a key pressure point in her neck. In the next second Sakura was left in the dark abys of unconsciousness.

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“Uhnng...” Sakura groaned upon opening her eyes, the smell of incense meeting her nostrils. The incense held the distinct scent of fresh blood that filled the dark room making her a little queezy. Her wrists were tied above her as she hung, suspended in the chamber. Heavy chains bound her legs to the floor, but allowed enough slack to move her appendages freely without the option of escape.

Where was she? How long had she been unconscious? Had Konoha finally realized she was missing and began searching for her yet? All these questions flowed through her head as she examined her surroundings. There was little visibility, leaving her with little doubt if it were still dark outside. She thought she could make out the outline of a few chairs, maybe even a bed in front of her through the dim flicker of candle light that gave off red hues in the dimness. Quickly checking her bindings, she determined there was no breaking free of metal cuffs.

Sakura jumped out of her skin as a cold, calloused hand placed itself on her thigh from behind. “Leave me alone!” She warned as Itachi circled around from behind to face her defenseless form, letting his hand travel down her smooth, flawless legs. Altogether, ignoring her orders.

He had discarded himself of his Akatsuki cloak and she couldn’t deny his tall, broad presence that hovered near her. His tight, netted shirt did little to cover the hard, bulging expanse of his chest and abdomen. Long, dark hair remained pulled back from his face by a band while the shorter locks hung over his mysterious eyes just begging for someone to run their fingers through the stray strands.

Trying not to think of how he looked she, instead, concentrated on the fact that he was a mass murderer, a killer, a dark soul that needed to pay for his evil deeds and an all round sinful man. He represented all that she and her village stood against and she would rather die than give into his tainting of the soul.

Her courage wavered for a moment as she watched him pull a large blade out from behind his back. His large hand wrapped firmly around the handle. The shiny metal that appeared crimson in the candle light seemed to capture his attention as he stared at the blade intently.

‘What does he think he’s gonna do with that?’ Her emerald eyes widened.

“You’re brother won’t let you get away with this.” Feeling thoroughly intimidated by the man, she had to think of something that would distract him. His glare looked up at her and she could tell he was resisting the urge to smirk.

“Sasuke?” He asked in disdain. “How do you expect him to fight for you when he can barely defend himself against Orochimaru?” Sakura clenched her jaw in fright as he brought the blade up to rest on her soft jaw line. “Don’t tell me that brat is your sweetheart.” He scowled in disgust at the thought of even touching something his brother had already claimed.

“I never said that!” She retorted. It would be smart of her to restrain from any mention of their friendship. She felt that if he knew she was emotionally attached to him in any way, Itachi would murder her on the spot just to spite his sibling. Although, there had never been a romantic engagement between them, she still thought it a wise decision to keep her mouth shut.

“No. But he broke your heart, maybe?” He pressed the sharp blade deeper into her flesh causing a small flow of blood to run down her graceful neck. He didn’t need the sharingan to read this girls thoughts.

Sakura felt her heart leap in her chest as he stared hungrily at her blood. What kind of a freak was he?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She hissed, bristling as he closed the small gap between them. She only hung a few inches off the ground, allowing her to be at perfect eye level. “Liars go to hell.” He said cruelly in her ear and Sakura could only squeeze her eyes shut, praying this nightmare would end.

When his hand slowly roamed up the outside of her thigh, over her side, ribcage and stopped just below her breasts, the whimper she released made her feel ashamed of being a woman. But a haze seemed to cloud her feelings when he covered her large breast with his hand. Leaving a painful ached to settle itself between her legs as he began a slow, skillful massage of her feminine curve. Tilting her head back, he ran his tongue up her pale neck to lick the small trickle of blood that had made its home there.

“What is your name, girl?” He growled when he reached the small cut at the top of her neck. With his unoccupied hand that still held the blade, he ran his fingers up her back and let the metal brush her skin when he reached her shoulder. Grabbing a fist full of her hair, he gently pulled her head back to allow better access to her throat, greedily sucking more blood from her wound.

“I’m not telling you anything.” She said breathlessly. But Sakura was quickly punished as he harshly jerked her head back by her hair. His grasp on her breast became hard and painful as he pressed it til she thought it would bruise. And his once gentle suckling on her cut had changed as his teeth bit her there.

“What was that?” He asked, kissing his way around her collar bone. How he would enjoy causing this one pain.

“Ha-Haruno, Sakura.” She whimpered. And he soon released her pink locks to allow her head relief from his hold. Her breast was aching so badly and she knew she would have strange marks on her neck when all of this was through...if she survived.

But her survival thoughts were shortly silenced when Itachi brought the blade back into her view. Placing the tip of it on her forehead and slowly running it down the center of her face, between her emerald eyes, over the curve of her upturned nose, down her upper lip and paused at her chin.

She had been staring at him, almost challengingly and he had met her gaze evenly without the slightest flicker of emotion in his red glare. Slowly, he moved his blade lower, looking away from her eyes to stare at her body. The cutting edge of the metal sliced its way through her dress, down to the valley between her chest, easily cutting her pink, lace brazier down the center, over her soft abdomen and the juncture of her milky thighs. Essentially exposing every inch of her naked flesh to his view.

She was utterly embarrassed when she realized the amount of moisture that had been soaked up by her white panties. Her entire being went rigid when she felt the cold metal slice through her underwear as well. She stared blankly into the darkness, afraid he would cut her there too. Instead, his tongue met with her the nipple he had bruised and began teasing it to a proud peak.

She felt him smirk as her head lulled back of its own accord. Continuing with his attentions, Itachi planted his hand on her derriere and dug his black painted nails into her flesh making her scream from the hurt he caused her sensitive skin. And when she felt something hard pressing to her entrance, Sakura had no time to object before he shoved the long handle of the blade into her virginal passage.

“NO!” She screamed at him in agony. It hurt so bad, and to have her innocence taken by this fiend...she wasn’t sure if she wanted to live to see the next day.

Itachi instantly stilled his hand from moving after feeling the hard pop and warm fluid on his skin. Taking his mouth away from her chest, he looked down to the hand holding the blade between his index and middle finger, an act of prevention from cutting himself. When he saw her blood on his hand, running down her thighs, he couldn’t stop the smirk that crossed his face. This was like taking her torture to whole new level. If only he had known in the beginning, he would have made this much worse on her.

“You bastard.” She whispered, turning her head from him. Refusing to let him see the few tears rolling down her cheek. Keeping one hand on the blade, he reached his other up to caress her face, eventually forcing her to look at him.

“Have you ever been kissed, kunoichi?” He faintly brushed his lips to hers. ‘Don’t tell me he thinks I’m gonna fall for this.’ She scorned at his fake sympathy.

“O-of course I have!” She once again lied through her teeth. “Who hasn’t?” Sakura had touched lips with boys before, but she had never actually went the next step in tongue wrestling. Something in his eyes, however, told her he knew she was untruthful.

Ignoring her protest, Itachi pressed his mouth to hers. Sakura almost frowned, while her mouth was warm...his was as cold as ice and, yet, incredibly smooth. And soon, his sly tactics had her giving in to his will. Sliding his tongue over her lower lip, she could only comply by hesitantly opening her mouth for him. Slowly, he moved his tongue into her soft warmth. He was thoroughly impressed by her pure taste of sweet candy as he coaxed her tongue into a sinful dance. She enjoyed how their tongues mingled, how he tasted of utter masculinity, the motion of his lips on hers and the way his frozen breath cooled her skin.

Taking the moment to his advantage, he steadily slid the blade handle out of her small entrance. Swallowing a pleasured moan from his captive in the process as he pushed the handle back into the girl. With only a few more repetitions of this cycle, he had the chit writhing in his arms. Sakura released herself from his mouth as her head tilted back slightly.

“Oh...god.” She gasped as the handle hit a pleasure spot inside her. Itachi left a wet trail behind as he continued open mouthed kisses down her exposed neck. His pace was slow and hard as he rammed the handle into her to the hilt.

He breathed his unforgiving breath into her ear, bitting her lobe almost painfully. Pressing his thumb to a small, circular nub just above her entrance, he moved it in a drawled out motion. Pushing her sensitive button in rhythm with his slow paced pleasuring, Sakura shuddered in utter ecstasy from the man. And the building sensation that had worked its way into a ragging fire was about to be put out by his touch. She couldn’t have resisted him now, even if she wanted to, she was so close to reaching that desired high that was slowly flooding her head like a drug.

“Please...oh...don’t stop.” She yearned for him to touch her again. With an evil grin, he complied to her pleas, massaging the button that would soon send her over the edge to a place she had never been before. At that moment, a flood washed over Sakura like she had never felt before. Her fists clenched themselves shut and in an effort for more skin on skin contact with the man, she used what little slack in her chains she had to wrap her legs around his waist. Stifling what she knew would have been a loud scream, she settled with a shaky whimper from her mouth and rode what he offered her into her orgasm.

“I’m going to burn your soul...” He whispered hatefully. But the comment was lost to the girl as she slowly came down from her adrenaline rushed state of mind. Her short pants warming the net covered skin on his shoulder, where she had designated a place to put her head.

‘How could one thing feel so good?’ She thought in her mind. One second followed and the weight of what she had just thought stilled her heavy breathing. How she had begged him, and how she caved into desire. And still...she knew he was not though with her shattered mind...