1 Name: Scope : 2007-08-21 22:08
Sakura, My Little Uchiha
Itachi sexually longs for Sasuke but is forced to make due with Sakura.
Contains: Itachi/Sakura, humiliation, anal, rape, pain, violence, sadism
Does NOT Contain Extremes of: blood or gory
Hello I'm Scope and your about to read my story entitled Sakura, My Little Uchiha. A story about raping a woman of her body, mind and even of her own womanly sex. Yes it is a cruel story but I truly believe that this story looks deeper into two beloved characters by many. You will find Itachi doing truly evil deeds and Sakura's inner strength shine through to carry on. I hope you will find as well as me that it expands their back story without passing beyond their personas. I was inspired to write this because I have high hopes for the Naruto series to eventually make Sakura into a tougher character which isn't so useless, and an event as foretold by this story would inspire her to new heights of greatness. It would nice to actually see her keep up to the boys of the series. This story is meant to take place about half way through the time skip between the series and actually fit ALMOST perfectly into the series' story lines.
I would also like to state for the record that I am not some sick weirdo who likes to torture small animals for amusement as I'm sure some of you may believe while reading this. In fact I'm really quite nice a guy as many would a test for me. Some of you may read this with tears in your eyes, some with rage burning in your belly and for some... well they'll be doing something else. Either way there is nothing wrong with a fantasy that doesn't hurt others and this story is written for all who recognize this. Oh by the way I don't own Naruto I just borrowed it for artistic purposes. Masashi Kishimoto is the true master behind the idea.
PLEASE REVIEW MY WORK! Otherwise I might as well keep this locked away in my head for my own personal amusement. Especially because writing for me takes a very long time! The prologue and first chapter is the subject of a month and a half of on and off work. So please love it or hate it review it please. Short or long. Once or more. I'm personally looking for feedback if you felt that character's stayed within their persona, if you thought this adds to the story line and characters of the actually series or any other feedback about the subject. Really important though is what do you think of my writing style? Not enough detail? Find my fight or sex scenes could be improved by a style change? Got any suggestions on improving anything else?
DO NOT POST ANY SPOILERS FROM THE MANGA! I ONLY WATCH THE SUBBED TV SERIES AS IT’S RELEASED!
I SUGGEST YOU DON'T READ THIS UNLESS YOU'VE SEEN UP TO THE TIME SKIP BECAUSE OF SPOILERS IN THE STORY!
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Itachi awoke again covered in an unpleasing amount of sweat. As he had so many times before over the course of the years since his... defection from both village and family. It was beginning to disturb him how these dreams were becoming more and more frequent. They were far from unpleasant though. Climbing to his feet from the tree he slept against that night caused his erection to shift and strain against his pants made that evident. It was the feeling that these dreams were gaining momentum in an anticipation of the coming harvest of the seeds he had planted so long ago.
The fabric of his clothing clung to his skin annoyingly as he took a few steps towards his partners' choice of rest for the night. Kisame lounged silently along the raised banks of a small stream with his feet dangled into the stream's endless flow. Itachi wasn't sure to be amazed at his friend's bladder control or simply the fact that Kisame found it enjoyable enough to find rest as such.
"Kisame I'm leaving for a time. We'll meet up again later", spoke Itachi once he could see his comrade’s unusual features clearly under the full moon. There was a lengthy pause but Itachi knew the message had been received clear as day. Sleeping or otherwise, shinobi as skilled as them were always aware of their surroundings.
Hearing the soft foot falls as Itachi took his leave, Kisame finally spoke, "You know we don't have time for games. We’re on this journey to discover new jutsu for 'our' future goals." With extra emphasis being put on 'our' to indicate not just the two of them but the entire Akatsuki organization.
Itachi paused and looked back over his shoulder seeing that Kisame hadn't even opened his eyes in concern, which meant he had no plans on trying to stop his departure. Regardless Itachi left him with some parting words, "All the more reason for me to do this now. Before we find ourselves truly entangled in 'our' work."
With that he began a steady walk towards the last place he had known 'him' to be. He couldn't even speak the name any more because of the torrent of thoughts that would rush into his mind at 'his' mere name.
The floodgates opened fully within Itachi's mind as the enthralling pieces of his dreams over took him, giving him pause in mid step. The touch of their lips, the rage within his eyes, the bruises they'd marked each other with in battle, his anguished cries as he took him for the first time from behind and the tears he would kiss away afterward.
Belittling himself for his lack of control, Itachi continued on trying to refocus his thoughts on whether or not he enjoyed the sensation of his erection straining and swaying against his boxers as he walked along. But one thing was for sure, he couldn't wait to see if the time to harvest was now. Regardless of his needs he would not dare reap what he had sown before it was ready. Otherwise, like wheat, there wouldn't be enough to justify the hard work of growing it. Let alone grinding it down to flour and later molding the dough into whatever you wished.
"Oh Sasuke, I hope you've grown strong enough for me," spoke Itachi out loud as he carefully replayed through his mind everything he had ever bestowed upon the boy. The murder of their parents, the taunts and the brutal beating he had given him two years prior for trying to face him too early. Oh yes, he could hardly wait to see his little brother again.
Itachi decided he was going to ask it one more time, "Where is Sasuke Uchiha?"
"I told you I only know he left..." The old man's air supply was cut off momentarily and he made wheezing gasps for more till he uttered the word, "but..."
Now lessening his grip on the old man's throat Itachi finally held hope that this wasn't for nothing. "But, what old man?"
Gasping for his precious air the elderly fellow began, "I know someone who would know much more then me. She was a squad mate of Sasuke's. Her name is Haruno Sakura. I swear this is all I know! Rumor is that all information pertaining to the Uchiha boy's disappearance is to be kept secret. This is why I’m swearing..."
"Shut up. Tell what she looks like and where I can find her."
"She... she visits this plantation of herbs on this day each week to gather..."
Itachi slammed the man against a nearby tree by his throat knocking the rest of the sentence out of his lungs. "Looks?"
"...Na...Natural pink hair almost to her shoulders tends to wear a red pull over with her clan's symbol in white, breasts a little below average in size, height about..."
Tossing the frail old man with a single arm was far from a challenge, even if it was over the five foot tall bushes where Itachi had found him hiding. He made his approach slowly to the man's squirming body speaking as it clawed meaninglessly at its now collapsed wind pipe. "You know, you might actually not have ended laying there dying if you had some ambitions in life. You see being a perverted peeping tom means you lack the integrity to actually grasp which you truly want, and there by strength in general to face the likes of me. Now stand watch with your ghost and observe a true man of intensity at work fool."
Itachi turned about taking in his surrounds in the forest clearing once again. Not that he expected to see the man's ghostly spirit inhabiting the place but to re-evaluate his surroundings to best lay out his plan of ambush.
Working from memory Sakura picked her way through the trees and their under growth as if following some non-existent path to her destination. She hummed a happy tune to herself and with basket in hand.
At last she spotted the clearing ahead and her hopes rose that she could find some of the richer herb leaves unmolested by any other of the medical shinobi of the Konoha. This particular project she had been tasked with would be her final grade decider in her current level of learning in the healing arts. Sakura wouldn't allow anything to slow down her thirst for healing jutsus. Her knowledge continued to accelerate even with Tsunade convincing Sakura to start training in using her chakra to deliver punches and kicks that could have her some day toppling walls like her sensei.
It was upon entering the clearing that she saw the body sprawled out among the small herbs. Basket quickly forgotten, Sakura carelessly dashed into the herb patch to see if there was anything she could do. But alas, just standing over the corpse it was evident by the finger marks on the throat that this old man had been strangled. She first felt pity for the fallen man but that quickly changed into anger as she wondered what kind of wicked person would choke the life from an elderly man. She knew the kill was fresh because the angry red finger marks were just starting to appear, but none of the lightly tilled ground showed any signs of recent foot prints. Sakura knew dead bodies didn't simply fall from the sky but she saw nothing to suggest that he was killed here or even carried here. This baffling lack of evidence only fueled her anger to new heights as she knew she had to alert the town guard since their patrols rarely came far out from this section of the wall.
Turning to leave Sakura's heart must've missed multiple beats as she nearly walked straight into someone robed in black. Her first instinct was to scream or so she tried, but an open palm was quick to cover her mouth and block out her eye sight. Then there was force applied behind the hand trying to push Sakura to her knees. That's when her fighting instincts took hold of the situation.
Channeling chakra to her arms Sakura brought both of her crossed arms up in a sweeping motion to dislodge her attacker's hand from her face which sent him up into the air from the mere force of the action alone. But the attacker had little problems taking the upper and outward force of the blow and converting it nicely into a perfect back flip where he stood motionlessly staring at her.
Sakura took the time take stock of her attacker's appearance. The stiff looking black robe decorated in red clouds, the white hands with their purple nails and a face that just managed to rise above the high collar. His black hair grow long enough to dip down in his high collar but was kept out of his face by a Konoha head band that had been slashed. Then there were the dark lines that ran from the top of his nose to the top of his cheek bones but it was his eyes that unnerved her. Those dark coals stared at her with unwavering calm, as if seeing through her. So very much like a former teammate.
Judging by the attacker's lack of concern for the dead old man she knew that he was the killer, and that made her angry. Sakura charged straight in with her right fist cocked back to delivery a devastating blow directly between those damn eyes. She hit nothing but the tree located behind him burying her fist about three inches into its trunk. There was no pain in her fist because it was encased with chakra; however, she lacked the training to do the same with her head. Knocked senseless her right temple was not only slammed but also pinned against the tree as well.
After a moment of returning to her senses Sakura let loose a low groaning cry of pain. "Ah... Let me go you bastard."
"Despite how you are technically correct in that assumption I'd much rather you call me by my name. Itachi if you would, Sakura."
Her breathing became deeper and rapid after Itachi accented his point of knowing her name by applying more force to her head with his hand on her other temple. "H...How do you know my name?"
"I ask the questions. You answer, or you get more pain. Now, where is Sasuke?"
"I don't know."
"But Sakura, you and Sasuke were teammates." Itachi applied the last of his reserved strength into his hold on the girl. Physical strength wasn't the highlight of Itachi's true preference of fighting style, but it could be useful at times, and fun.
The pain was terrible and she was beginning to see fuzzy black spots in her vision. She couldn't focus let alone control her chakra with such pain disrupting her concentration. This meant, if she wanted to have a chance at escape she needed to start appeasing Itachi now. "Sasuke left to join Orchimaru for power."
Itachi's mind went reeling at this revelation. Orochimaru was once a member of Akatsuki, and very rightfully so with his vast arsenal of potent jutsu. In fact, Itachi found himself hard pressed when Orchimaru came for him one day. When the dust had settled Itachi was the victor and Orochimaru fled the organization in defeat. But, Sasuke was learning from Orochimaru, couple that with Sasuke having their Uchiha bloodline... Itachi grinned at the possibilities of power that his little play toy could have now. But at the thought of what years more could do for Sasuke made him shiver and his breath quicken as excitement gripped his loins.
It was the shiver that ran down Itachi's spine and arm a like that gave Sakura the realization that it was her chance to act. Throwing her left elbow high behind herself she made contact with his right arm’s inside elbow causing its press on her head to go slack. She spun and snapped a chakra enhanced punch into his chest sending him flying backward.
By the time Itachi felt his rump skidding along the ground he finished belittling himself for the lack focus on the current situation. When he felt himself jerk to a halt in a sitting position he knew at worst he had one broken rib or a bruised one at best. He looked up locking a new kind of stare on the charging pink haired girl.
Sakura was closing the distance between them fast but she wasn't near quick enough to fall upon Itachi before he got to his feet and was suddenly utterly consumed by a fireball. She managed to just stop short of the inferno and shielded herself with her arms from the heat. When the smoke cleared shortly there after nothing was left but charred earth and skeletal remains. She had seen the ball of fire streak in from the left skyward and tracing its path backward lead to a dark haired figure clothed in blue and black short wear.
"Sasuke! You came back!" Sakura cried out in joy as he leapt down next to her. She was so over come in emotion at his sudden return and rescue of her that she ran up to hug him tightly. But what happened next left her utterly stunned. He forcefully pushed her away at arms length for a moment only to bring his lips to her's in a deeply passionate kiss.
Sakura was to overcome to even return the kiss. Eventually Sasuke let her go and simply looked her firmly in the eye before walking around her and away. Sakura's mouth began to tremble trying to find the words for the feelings that threatened to sweep her away but it felt like she had dirt in her mouth. Tasted like it too. In fact she actually did!
She was at ground level with half her face buried painfully in the dirt and could tell from there that the charred remains and their putrid smell was no where in the immediate area. It took Sakura a substantial amount of thought to eventually realize she had just fallen victim of an illusionary jutsu, and this time she knew Itachi had her just where he wanted her to be. On her knees, face down with a fist just above her ear full of hair pressing their knuckles and a ring into her skull. Her head pains couldn't compare to the feeling of her calf muscles being stood on though.
Itachi took the time his illusion jutsu had afforded him to divulge his next move. Sasuke was most likely not ready yet - even seeking tutelage under Orochimaru - if Sakura's power was a sample of what very little strength their sensei, Karachi had unlocked in his students. As frustrating as it was, his plans for Sasuke would have to wait until Akatsuki was done with their coming business. It was then that Itachi caught the simmering side long glare the pink haired girl was giving him as he stood bent over her. Itachi could see that it was a look of defiance, the kind somebody would give just before they died.
Pondering this look for a while he swore he would have Sasuke to look at him in such a way one day. It was also a shame this person had to be female because his hardening member was telling him he won't mind taking his built up frustrations for Sasuke out on someone right now. But for Itachi, women were not desirable because they're bodies were meant for raising children and were soft and curvy to fulfill such a role. Men were hard and rippling for their physical role of as the hunter, the provider of a family. Now Itachi had no desire for a family what so ever but he did enjoy the hunt, and nothing was more thrilling then hunting the hunter. But, maybe if he played his cards right he could reach the end his desires so badly needed.
After careful consideration Itachi used his free left hand to tear Sakura's red pull over along the seam that ran from the right leg slit to the right armpit revealing her black spandex shorts with a matching black sports bra on her naked back. Being the shinobi that he was Itachi was able to deftly open the lower portion of his robe and dropped his pants and underwear single handedly to his ankles.
Sakura's intuitional response was surprise when she realized the day's gentle breeze was blowing across her chilled skin and felt most of her pull over resting over her left shoulder. It was when she felt the extra cloth pooling around her captured calves that her surprise turned to utter horror as she began to understand Itachi's less than honorable intentions. But before her protests could even begin, they were knocked out of her lungs and thoughts as she felt Itachi drop like a dead weight to his knees right on her legs.
The sound she made amused Itachi endlessly as he hooked a finger into the waistbands of her dark shorts and matching underwear. She was gasping -she finally remembered that she needed to breathe despite the painful shock- as if each breath was sharp and fast as if it pained her also. Once he had the clothing almost to her knees he slowly ran his hand up the smooth skin of her leg savoring them as they slightly quivered in spastic response to tortured nerve ending further below. Eventually working his way higher he found to his great approval that Sakura possessed a rather firm ass that he enjoyed caressing and holding in the palm of his hand. Perfect, he thought bringing his finger within his lips and working his tongue around it for a bit before with drawing the salvia drenched digit. Using the digit he traced a cool line down the crack of her rump till he found the pot hole in the road he was looking for and began to slowly swirl around Sakura's tight little ass hole. It wasn't till Itachi tried to push his finger inside the restrictive hole that Sakura seem to jolt out of her pain induced stupor.
"S...Stop it! Get off of me, you dirty bastard! You'll... AH!" Feeling Itachi force his way into her backside was far from pleasant, and when he wiggled his finger inside, Sakura let her rage go. She tried to buck him off but this only caused her more pain having his weight lift slightly then fall back on to her. So she reached up with one of her hands and was able to grab a big hand full of Itachi's long hair. Sakura trickled what little chakra she could concentrate into the arm to... once... twice... three times her head slammed into the ground and the world spun around her. She couldn't remember what she was thinking about or where she was or why she seemed to hurt all over.
Itachi watched the pink haired girl loll about beneath him, apparently struck senseless by his counter attack. No matter, it only made the next part less of a challenge he thought as he with drew his finger from Sakura and used the hand to release her tight hold on his hair. Bringing his hips down closer the tip of his shaft rode the ravine of Sakura's ass down till a little dip let him know he could start pushing. Frustratingly though Itachi found his victim's body still limply denying him access despite his earlier probing. He found however that grabbing his cock close to the head in one hand and pulling back on Sakura's hair in the other gave the extra purchase he needed to force his head past her pink ring. Itachi stood still enjoying Sakura's body gripping him firmly just after the head and felt electricity fly up his spine when ever her body would spasmodically try to close her gaping backside. His desires eventually urged him onward to bury the entire extent of his length into Sakura's warm back tunnel. This took a lot of effort without a proper lubricant, but Sakura was to far gone to take notice and voice any complaints.
Having her hugging him about the base of his cock, Itachi no longer needed his hand to help guide him in so he moved it to Sakura's shoulder instead. This gave him much better leverage for hack sawing an inch of his cock in and out her restrictive hole. Itachi shut his eyes when he began to hear the soft groans that were growing louder as Sakura's mind began to register the hurt emanating from her head, legs and backside more acutely again. With his eyes shut Itachi no longer seen a pink haired girl beneath him but rather a familiar boy with black hair that he longed for so very much causing his breath to come out in ragged gasps. It was Sakura's subtle sobbing that finally pushed Itachi over the edge of release in her molten depths. Itachi hadn't found pleasure in a long while so it took almost a minute to empty himself before pulling limply out of Sakura and rising to his feet to dress himself more appropriately.
Now dressed correctly in his customary clothing Itachi stood emotionless over his victim as she sobbed at his feet now curl in a fetal position on her right side. He watched enthralled as her body shook softly as sobs turned into open crying when his seed began to drain from her gaping enflamed asshole. Maybe the semen stung as it passed the many hairline cuts cause by his forced entry that had prompted her new out pour of tears, or perhaps it was the painfully recent memories it brought back. Maybe both? For some reason then Itachi's eyes wandered just a little more downward to where she seemed to be clenching her thighs tightly together as if she was hiding something precious to her there. He scoffed mentally at the mere thought of her actually thinking he would hold any interest in something like that. So he moved his eyes back up to drink in every last detail of her leaking backside as she wept, that was what truly enraptured him.
Suddenly Sakura stopped crying and was starting daggers at him with her dirt smudged face. "I'm going to kill you!" Was all she said as she sprang to her left knee and used the right arm to pivot herself around. Her left hand had armed itself with a kunai and her right foot was bracing itself. With her pants still around her knees preventing running or walking a lung was all she knew she could do.
The look in her eyes was so fierce and so sudden that Itachi stepped back in surprise.
Sakura raised her kunai high in one hand and commanded every bit of physical muscle to push in her right leg. All she got was teeth grinding pain and several inches of height before heading straight down where she started.
Itachi chuckled as her efforts landed herself face down in the dirt. "So pitiful. Yet so full of spunk."
She didn't care how much dirt she got in her mouth, nose and eyes. All she wanted to do was cry her sorrows into the muffling earth beneath her.
Watching the sunlight twinkle off his semen now smeared down and out the side of her right cheek Itachi couldn't help but say, "This is going to be so fun."