Hello there pips! I'm back with another story. I must warn you first that Itachi and Sakura will be OOC here. Enjoy reading!
Summary: A desperate plea sent Haruno Sakura on a wild adventure…straight into the arms of her infuriating – protector. For years, she had wondered who her mysterious guardian was – and now he was going to be her husband!
Rated M for mature. This story will contain lemons and actions that will not be suitable for mature teens and older. You have been warned!
Haruno Sakura opened her eyes in surprise and glanced around her living room. She must have fallen asleep while watching television. She could not decide what it was that had awakened her. Sam, her fourteen-pound cat, had made himself comfortable by draping himself across as she lay on the couch. One outstretched paw rested softly against her cheek, the rest of him covered her to her knees. No wonder she had slept so comfortably.
The low tones from the television drew her attention for a moment. The actors in a black and white movie, filmed a long time ago, cavorted across the screen. What time was it?
The rhythmic ticking of her clock was the only other sound in the room. She glanced to where it hung over her roll top desk in the corner. The hands faithfully pointed out to her that it was 10 minutes past two o'clock in the morning.
She had gratefully stretched out on the couch at nine in order to watch her favorite TV shows before going to bed. Sakura's day had been hectic. Her days were generally hectic when Mr. Uchiha was out of the office. He had been gone for almost a week now.
Sakura was thankful that tomorrow was Saturday. She would have a couple of days to recuperate from her busy schedule. Hopefully he would be back in the office on Monday.
"I'm sorry, Pinky. I'm afraid I miscalculated this one."
That was what had awakened her. Itachi was contacting her. Sakura's eyes widened. Her surprise wasn't due to the fact that she was suddenly hearing something when there was no one there – she was used to that. What had caught her off guard was that she hadn't heard from Itachi since she had told him off several months ago. There was only one person who referred to her as Pinky – one person who didn't have to communicate with her by phone or in person.
When she was a small child, she had referred to him as her invisible friend. The adults around her had been amused and a little sorry for her. An only child was often a lonely one. No doubt making up an invisible friend made life a little easier to handle.
Sakura had never been able to convince anyone that she wasn't making him up. In time, she had stopped trying.
"Itachi! What's wrong?" her voice sounded loud in the room, but she hardly noticed. She could feel his agitation and pain, something she had never felt with him before. Something was wrong.
She tried to sit up but Sam's weight on her chest seemed to hold her pressed against the sofa and cushions.
"Nothing that you can do anything about, I'm sorry to say. I just wanted you to know how special you've been to me all these years."
Sakura had never heard him pay her a compliment before. She had once told him that he only came into her life to bully and irritate her, and he had never denied the accusation. Now, he sounded so full of regret…as though he was telling her goodbye.
Once again she tried to sit up. Pushing against the sleeping cat, she said impatiently, "Would you get off of me, darn it? You must weigh close to a ton!"
Sakura felt a jolt as her remark reached Itachi just before he said, "I apologize for disturbing you at this hour. I should have realized…" he seemed to fade away.
"Don't leave, Itachi!" she said rapidly, "I was talking to Sam."
"My cat. Don't you remember? I've had him for several years."
"Please tell me what's wrong. You seem different, somehow." She stood up, concentrating on the voice in her head.
"That's not important. I just wanted to let you know that I love you very much…I always have."
Itachi loved her? The irritating, teasing, invisible friend of her youth actually loved her? Sakura couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"No, you're not dreaming."
That was a perfect example of why she found him so irritating. She found it most uncomfortable to have someone who could monitor – and offer unasked-for comments on her thoughts. But Sakura had to admit that the past few months had been very lonely without him.
He had been such an integral part of her life for so long that she hadn't realized how much she would miss his presence. If she had known, she would never have yelled at him, ordered him to get out of her life and to leave her alone.
He had done just that.
Now he was back and she knew something was seriously wrong.
"What is it?"
"I didn't mean to upset you. I just needed to–"
"I'm going to be much more than just upset if you don't tell me what's wrong."
"I walk into a trap, I'm afraid. Well laid, I might add. They knew me well enough to know my curiosity would keep me following them until they had me."
"Will you kindly tell me what you're talking about?"
"Hn. It's never important for you to know what I do for living. It's not important now. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and hope life showers you with blessings you deserved."
"Itachi, please tell me what's wrong." She waited for a moment but got no response. "Itachi?" There was no answer.
Frustrated, Sakura sank down beside Sam once more and stared unseeingly at the television.
How could he do this to her? Check in to say goodbye, and then leave again?
If she could just once get her hands on him shed – but that was the trouble. She had never laid eyes on him.
Dropping her head wearily on the back of the sofa, Sakura tried to clear her mind. Itachi had a way of getting her emotions stirred up. He was good at that. He always had been…
Sakura couldn't remember exactly how old she was when Itachi had first made his presence known, but she knew it was one time after the automobile accident that had changed her life. Her mother, upon being questioned, had said Sakura was just past five years of age when the accident had occurred. Sakura remembered very little about it and often wondered if what she knew was what she had remembered or what others had told her later.
After several days in the hospital following the accident, her father died, leaving her mother to find a way to support herself and Sakura.
No one was to blame for the fact that Sakura had trouble making friends. She was shy and often stood on the sidelines and waited for someone to include her in their games.
As she grew older, and her mother allowed her to go home alone after school, she returned to an empty apartment where she waited for her mother to get off work.
Sakura had grown increasingly despondent in the months following the incident. Until Itachi spoke to her one day…
Sakura had stood looking out the window of their Oceanside, California apartment, yearning for the days when her mother had been home and would take her to the beach. Sakura loved to play on the beach and to watch the waves as they came rolling in touch the shoreline.
Now her mother had so little time for her. Sakura had no one anymore.
"You have me, Pinky."
Sakura glanced around the room. There was no one there. She glanced at the television but it was not on.
"Who said that?" she finally asked softly.
"Who are you?"
There was a brief pause before she heard, "Itachi"
Sakura started walking through the apartment, looking behind doors, vaguely aware that although she was hearing someone, the messages seemed to come from inside her head.
"They are" he confirmed. "I'm sending you thought messages."
"Do I know you?" she finally asked, puzzled.
"No. It's enough that I know you, Pinky. I just wanted you to know that I'm here. You don't have to feel lonely."
"Are you real?"
She asked her mother about Itachi when she got home. Unfortunately, her mother had too much on her mind to really tune in to Sakura's questions and absently replied that she supposed everyone had a guardian angel and she was pleased to know that Sakura's angel went by the name of Itachi.
Of course her schoolmates made fun of her. Sakura discovered that she didn't care. Probably, they were so busy they didn't even hear their angels talking to them.
She could always hear Itachi.
But by the time Sakura reached her teenage years, she discovered that Itachi was far from being an angel.
"Why are mooning over that picture of a movie star?" he asked one day.
Sakura glanced around, embarrassed to be caught gazing with longing at her idol's photograph. Then she realized she hadn't been caught. It was Itachi.
"I am not mooning."
"You are. Why do you think that someone like him would never notice you? You have a very nice figure."
"No, you're not. And stop worrying about the size of your breasts. They're just fine."
"I just wish I could see you as clearly as you seem to see me."
"You will if you concentrated. All it takes is practice."
She had taken his word. Sakura never managed to pick up anything to do with his appearance, but she had learned to contact him whenever she wished, which proved to be a little unsettling for him on one occasion.
"Itachi! Mother said that I can't go with Ino and Tenten to the show tonight. You know that isn't fair. What can I tell her to convince her I won't get into any trouble if she had just let me go?"
She waited for a few moments but didn't get an answer.
"Not now, Sakura. I'm busy."
He had never been busy for her before. They had been conversing for years now. He had helped her with her homework and projects. Why? Itachi had always been there for her.
"Busy? Doing what?"
What she received then was something akin to a groan.
"Thanks a lot, Pinky. You just blew that one for me!"
"What did I do?"
"You're still innocent. There are times my mind is on other things and I don't need the distraction."
"Are you with a woman?" she asked suspiciously.
"Hn. My lack of concentration at a crucial moment offended her."
"Oh, Itachi I'm sorry."
She didn't know what to say. Sakura had forgotten why she had flounced into her room. The idea that Itachi had a life totally unrelated to hers had never occurred to her before. She had always taken him so much for granted.
Several days had passed before she attempted to contact him again.
"Are you busy?"
"Oh…nothing much. I was just wondering about something."
"Would it be possible for us to meet sometime?"
"Because I don't live in Oceanside."
"Oh!" she had never given his residence any thought either. "Where do you live?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Because I like to get to know you better."
"What do you want to know?" before she could say anything, she felt his laughter.
"Some of those questions are indecent. And no. I don't look anything like your favorite television hero."
"How old are you?"
"Much too old for a little girl like you."
"Are you married?"
"Do you intend to get married?"
"When you grow up."
"What good will that do, if I don't know who you are?"
"But I know you and that's what counts."
"You mean you've actually seen me?"
"Whenever I come to Oceanside."
"Where are you now?" there was a slight pause.
"I travel around considerably. Part of my job."
"What's your job?"
"When the time comes I'll tell you."
"You are so irritating. Don't you know that?"
"You aren't the first person that pointed that out to me. Perhaps I should work on it."
"Perhaps, nothing." Sakura was walking home from school and realized that more than one person passing her had given her a strange look. She supposed she did look a little peculiar, walking down the street arguing with someone who obviously wasn't there. "Are you serious about waiting for me to grow up?"
There was a long pause and she thought he wasn't going to answer her. "Hn. I'm not serious, Pinky. My lifestyle isn't conducive to a marriage arrangement."
"Oh." Sakura could feel the depression settling through her.
"But I'll always be here for you, no matter what. Don't forget that."
"How will I ever explain you to my husband?" she said, attempting to convey a lightness she didn't feel.
"You won't have to. I would never intrude when you didn't need me. Once you are married, things will be different."
"I don't want to lose you, Itachi."
Sakura could still hear herself repeating those words. Even when she had gotten so angry with him, she hadn't really meant for him to take her so literally and to drop out of her life.
Itachi was special. They had a very special relationship. Now he was in some sort of trouble. If only she could figure out something she could do to help him. She will do anything.
"Itachi! You're still there! Yes tell me what to do."
"I've been thinking…"
"You are my only contact with the world right now. My abductors figured all the angles except that one."
"Your abductors! You mean you've been kidnapped?"
"More or less. They aren't holding me for ransom. They just don't intend for me to show up again."
"Could I call the police or something?"
"I'm working on that. Why don't you get some sleep while I think through my plan a little more thoroughly. Let me know when you wake up. Surely there's some way we can utilize our special communication. "
She laughed. "I'd love to. You've done so much for me. Now it's my turn."
"We aren't playing mind games her, Pinky. These people mean business. I really walked into a hornet's nest with this one. Now go get some sleep."
Sakura checked the door to be sure the chain was on and the lock secure. Turned off the television and snapped off the lights. He was right. She would have to get some rest. If Itachi felt he could wait until morning, then she would try to get a few more hours of sleep.
She had a hard time quieting down her mind once she crawled into bed with Sam curled up behind her drawn up knees. After all these years, she now had the chance to meet Itachi in person.
A/N: Well there you go. Hope you enjoy this one. The update of this story will depend on your reviews. The more reviews you gave, the faster I will update this story.