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[uchiwife]

うちはシスイ X 春野 サクラ

[SMAU]

⤷ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬.

• ₊°✧︡ includes: uchiha shisui, haruno sakura, uchiha sasuke (𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥)

• ₊°✧︡ 𝖼𝗐: light angst, jealousy, insecurity, mention of past sexual relationship, fluff. [modern au]

• ₊°✧︡ 𝖺/𝗇: I've always found smau interesting and I love reading them, but this time, for the first time, I'm doing one myself. Hope you enjoy it.♡

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#shisaku #haruno sakura x uchiha shisui #uchiha shisui x haruno sakura #sakura x shisui #sakura haruno x shisui uchiha #haruno sakura #naruto fandom #sakura haruno #shisui uchiha #naruto smau #naruto au #light angst #fluff #maybe ooc

[uchiwife]

Ngl, I've ended up being familiar with a few user names myself so when I don't hear from them anymore it makes me pretty sad 🥲

AO3 Comments are SO SO SOOOOOOO important because you can only leave Kudos ONCE. You add to the hit count ONCE (every 24 hours).

So whenever someone updates their fic, the ONLY way an author knows who their regular readers are is if they comment on each chapter. And we WANT to know who's still reading.

Believe it or not, some of us think about the name that pops up constantly in the comments and go "omg I can't wait to see what they think of THIS SPECIFIC SCENE cuz I KNOW they'll say something about it!!!"

[uchiwife]

No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.

No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.

Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.

Reblog a post so other people can see it.

Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.

Fandom cannot live on Likes or Kudos alone.

[uchiwife]

「Believe me, my heart is unchanging, I promise to wait a thousand years. No matter how many winters have passed, I will never let go.」

— 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗛𝗲𝗲-𝘀𝘂𝗻

A mini-story in which Sakura and Madara are continually reincarnated, but only one of them remembers all the lives they've lived. No matter the period, the world or the universe. Madara is the one who will remember every life they lived together - whether it had a happy or tragic ending. Sometimes, Madara would even witness one of Sakura's reincarnations falling in love with another and living her life.

There had been a time - the first, during the Nanboku-chō era, when Madara and Sakura were on opposing sides. He vaguely remembered it as a civil war between the Northern and Southern courts. Specifically, between the supporters of Emperor Go-Daigo, who ruled the Southern Court, and the supporters of Emperor Kōmyō of the Northern Court.

Madara was part of Emperor Go-Daigo's army, but Sakura was a kind of oracle. A Miko. Although she'd been a servant, she'd worked her way up to the court, and Emperor Kōmyō often sought out her gifts of divination.

Madara remembered that it was this same Miko who had predicted his imminent death. At the time, he hadn't been amused. Even less so when she had claimed that he would return, that ‘the threads of fate were already working for him.’ He'd found her singular, a beauty marked by her long pink hair and jade-green eyes. There was something celestial about her.

They'd ended up falling in love, but unfortunately, Sakura had been right about his death. It was quite ironic. He'd died at the hands of the man he'd served. Come to think of it, bonding with the Miko from the enemy camp might not have been the best idea, but the love he'd felt for this woman was such that he'd have burned an entire nation to stay by her side. All he knows is that the North won out over the South in 1392. Another prediction from the pink-haired high priestess.

There had been countless occasions when he'd experienced happiness and a love that transcended time and space, but each loss had been more painful than the last. Sometimes it was Sakura who suffered that loss, and it was in those moments that he was almost grateful that she didn't remember their previous lives. There had been strange ones, and others he didn't understand, because the place was so different, from the architecture to the clothes, that he was certain it was one of those "other worlds". A dimension apart.

That's why, after a while, Madara stopped believing in the thread of fate. He'd had enough of loving so ardently if every time everything went to ashes. This wasn't the life he wanted. It was Sakura he wanted; but hope was already lost to him and he knew he had lost his way for good when he returned for the umpteenth time. On a battlefield, in the middle of a war, and once again, she wasn't one of his allies.

Sakura stood there like a goddess of war, showing no mercy to the enemy. He looked, looked at this woman he had loved in countless lifetimes. It was as if he'd been born for her, born to love her. This romantic bullshit might make him puke right now, but it was a fact that was confirmed with each new reincarnation. He knew, deep down, as disgusting as that thought was to today's Madara, that even if he hadn't been lucky (unlucky) enough to remember Sakura, he would still have loved her. That was the way it was. That's why when she came at him with her war cry to attack him, his body reacted instinctively and impaled her. She had wanted to create a diversion so that her teammates, one of his Uchiha descendants and the host of the nine-tailed fox could attack him.

Of all the lives he'd lived, this seemed the fairest. Maybe because he was a shinobi, maybe because he was one of the most powerful, and it had taken five entire nations joining forces to stand a chance against him. Ironically, in a life where he would probably have been best placed to protect her, he now had to kill her. He had a plan to keep. Maybe this way he could create a world with his own vision. A vision in which he knew Sakura would probably never exist. Not just because they were enemies, but because in this life, they hadn't been reincarnated at the same time. He didn't know why, he didn't know why the gods had such a twisted sense of humor, but he'd come to terms with it, and hatred had won his heart when love was no longer there.

If he were honest with himself, Madara would say that the main reason also lay in the fact that Sakura, his sweet Sakura, looked at his descendant as if he were holding the moon in the palm of his hand. He knew that look. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, and at the same time, if he weren't so mad with rage, although he denied that was the reason, he could laugh: this Uchiha Sasuke shared an uncanny resemblance with his late little brother Izuna.

So maybe his killing intent wasn't simply based on the fact that they were enemies. His jealousy had led him to make many mistakes, but his hatred made him make far more horrible ones.

When he was eliminated by the shinobi alliance, he knew there would be no next time. No next life. It was as if he'd heard the whispers of the gods in his ear, taunting him. It was his curse.

In his last moments, as his old friend Hashirama stood by his side and they exchanged their last words, he heard him say that he was sure ‘Sakura would be all right, and that he was sorry that once again, this life had not been the right one for them, but that something told him she was in good hands.’ Hashirama was the only person on Earth who knew Madara's secret, and he had never breathed a word of it to anyone.

His last look was for her, his last smile too, and as he died, he knew that his heart would live forever in her.

#madasaku #sakura haruno x madara uchiha #madara uchiha #sakura haruno #naruto fandom #multisaku #Naruto #sakura x madara #naruto au #angst #uchiwife

[uchiwife]

re-reading my own fic because the author has exactly my taste in tropes, ships the same ships in the right way, and also shares my sense of humour. what a find, what a revelation. i hope they write more of this sort of thing.

[uchiwife]

「　Itachi x Sakura 」

Nobody knows me like you do, nobody gon' love me quite like you.

Can't even deny it, every time I try it. One look in my eyes, you know I'm lying.

Body to body, skin to skin, I'm never gon' love like this again.

You were made for me, said you were made for me.

Think you were made for me, oh yeah, you were made for me.

#itasaku #itachi x sakura #haruno sakura x uchiha itachi #uchiha itachi x haruno sakura #sakura haruno #itachi uchiha #my babiiiiiiies #i love them so so so much #naruto fandom #naruto au #my pics please don’t repost them #please don’t steal #do not remove credit #you can reblog this #reblogging makes the tumblr go round #uchiwife #my creations

[uchiwife]

Ok guys, I need to talk to you about something!

Last year or so I had an idea for a time-travel fic with Kakasaku as the main pairing. I think this will sound familiar to some if you are or were on the Kakasaku discord because at the time I shared snippets and little teasers about this fic.

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This is the first time I've written for this pairing. Although I adore them and consume a lot of Kakasaku fics, I've never written for them. Those who know my work will know that I write mainly Itasaku, Shisaku and occasionally Sasusaku.

The project is still in progress, albeit on hold, however, as I don't know when I'll be able to release this story, I first wanted to contextualize the idea and tell you a bit about it quickly and thus see if it's worth continuing to work on this fic in the future.

I was hoping to get some feedback, to see how the idea might be received. Although we writers write primarily for ourselves, I still find it interesting to have the opinion of my readers or future readers. If they like the idea, it's obvious that working on the story is all the more motivating, you know? And since it's my first time writing Kakasaku, I'm feeling a bit nervous.

So here's the general idea :

«  Kakashi and Sakura found themselves back in their younger selves for some reason. The Kakashi and Sakura of the future are in an established relationship so imagine their horror when they realize where they are.

To keep up appearances, Sakura plays Sasuke's fangirls (albeit a little more moderately) and Kakashi scowls and rolls his eyes at every "sasuke-kun, you're soooo sTrOnG. Sasuke-kun is so cuuuuute, isn't he kakashi-sEnsEi?" and he's like "adorable." but with a deadpan face, you know? It just amuses Sakura to be able to annoy Kakashi because in their future lives, he likes to annoy her and miss a few of his medical appointments so it's a kind of payback.

And of course there's the fact that they won't have their daily routines as long as they're stuck in their current bodies. Well, especially for Sakura, because although Kakashi is a notorious pervert and a kinky person, doing anything while she looks like a 12-year-old is off-limits to him, and what's even more frustrating is that of course he still loves her since it's Sakura's mind that's in her 12-year-old body. But to be honest, Sakura agrees that she's just as frustrated, and can't see herself engaging in lewd activities in her pre-teen body.

And what's worse, she's experiencing her first period for the second time. Much to Kakashi's amusement.🐺🌸 »

To conclude, here are two questions I was asked about this fic and my answer:

Q: “But of course they slip every now and then? Like hand holding. Or Kakashi putting a hand around her waist out of reflex. Or not patting her head but her cheek (for being *so cheeky*) and it raises some brows.”

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A: “Oh totally! And when he realizes it, he's panicked, like: "Minor, minor, illegal. Off limits. Prison. 12 years. take your hand off." and Sakura's kind of annoyed that she can't have her good-night kiss. Especially since she's living with her parents at 12. Sometimes Sakura even forgets the "sensei" when she addresses kakashi, which frankly, coming from Sasuke, would be fine in the sense that he's so casual, but Sakura? Sweet, rule-abiding Sakura? Naaah. Especially if she calls him "Kashi"”

Q: “Would they try to change things you think!?”

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A: “Well, at first, I think they'll be trying to find a way back home. They're so confused about being here, they think it's a bad idea. Not to mention that it's really no fun for Sakura to be a 12-year-old when her man could be arrested and thrown in jail if they're caught while he's having one of those slips. Like touching her in a very familiar and intimate way that goes beyond the teacher/student relationship.

You also have to bear in mind that they are in a period of peace in their own timeline. After fighting, suffering and losing comrades and friends, in the 4GNW, they've earned a well-deserved peace.

But if they get stuck for a while, I think Sakura will come up with the idea. Kakashi will be much more cautious. It's not that he's completely reticent, but he's been through so much that he fears the changes they might make could lead to results far worse than those of their original timeline.

So Sakura would have to warm him up to the idea, but ultimately I think he knows it might be worth the risk if it means avoiding tragic events. When you know so much about the future, it's dangerous, but knowing what's going to happen and letting it happen is perhaps worse. Some things are inevitable, some deaths too, and Sakura will probably blame herself. Kakashi will have more perspective on the situation. But they'll be relying on each other; all the while trying to make their relationship work; which is going to be complicated given the age that currently separates them. But knowing Sakura and her fierce love for her loved ones, she won't let Kakashi run away or question their relationship. After all, it's not their timeline. And they'll find a way to get back together.”

#kakasaku #writing ideas #talking about my writing #kakashi x sakura #Sakura haruno x kakashi hatake #naruto fandom #itasaku #shisaku #multisaku #sakura haruno #future fic #naruto #kakashi hatake #uchiwife

[uchiwife]

うちはシスイ X 春野 サクラ

Shisui knew he wanted to date Sakura the day she danced without the slightest misstep to Lily-Rose Depp's "world class sinner". Watching her move her hips, he thought there were many ways he'd like to see her hips undulate. Not to mention the way her body seemed at one with the music. Every step was fluid, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy the way her butt moved. He was an ass man. He'd never really hidden it, and Sakura's seemed well.... perfect. He could already see himself using it as a cushion on Sunday nights in front of Law&Order:svu. He should probably thank his outgoing nature, because if he hadn't gone out that Friday, he never would have run into this woman. From what he understood, she was shooting a video. A rather slender blonde was filming her, accompanied by a brunette with two buns who was doing the framing. It wasn't until 10 days later that he came across this video. On TikTok, no less! It was apparently a popular trend. It had only reaffirmed his desire to date her. He knew that one day, Sakura Haruno would be his.

***

“Shisui??”

“Yeah?”

“Svu starts soon!”

“Coming!”

“Grab the popcorn! Please?”

“Sure.”

“Thank you, baby.”

Lying on their U-shaped sofa, Sakura felt a weight added to her buttocks a few minutes later. She didn't need to turn her head to know that her boyfriend was getting comfortable. For some reason, and for as long as they'd been dating - a year and a half - Shisui seemed to love using her bottom as a personal pillow. Sakura wasn't complaining; on the contrary, she found it pleasant that he was so affectionate. It was simply amusing to see that he couldn't get enough of his 'cuddly toy', even after a year. Taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl on the coffee table, she felt him rub his cheek against her ass cheek and rolled her eyes.

“You can have fun later. There's my wife Olivia on TV.”

Shisui scoffed but made no comment. He'd discovered over the course of their relationship that Sakura was an even more devoted fan of the show than he was, and that she took their Sunday "svu" very seriously, but that didn't matter since they still had all night and then her ass and pretty person would be all his. (With her consent of course).

#shisaku #sakura haruno x shisui uchiha #sakura haruno #shisui x sakura #uchiha shisui x haruno sakura #naruto modern au #naruto #theyre so in love #uchiha shisui #shisui uchiha #my edits

[uchiwife]

Happy Birthday to my queen!

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You deserve everything you have and more. One of my favorite female characters. I love to write about her, because there is plenty to write about our gorgeous Haruno Sakura. She’s the subject and the muse of all my writings. I love you, I love you, I love you.💕

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#happy sakura day #QUEEN OF MY HEART <3 #haruno sakura #HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHERRY BLOSSOM #sakura haruno #sakura week 2024

[uchiwife]

Aemond Targaryen in Season 2 House of the Dragon | June 16

[uchiwife]

GUUUUUYS!! Look it's my site skin!! 🩶🥹

#ao3 #this is so cool #i love it #naruto fandom #ao3 writer

[uchiwife]

Here's a teaser about the upcoming chapters of my "wrecked" fic. I hope this glimpse of the (possible) future events of this story will make you want to start it! 🥺🥺

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𝗦𝗡𝗘𝗔𝗞 𝗣𝗘𝗘𝗞:

“What are you doing!? Where are you taking me!? Let me go!” Sakura struggled fiercely, fear gripping her heart. She'd been kidnapped in the middle of the street, a black cloth bag placed over her head, and thrown into the back of a van. Her hands were tied, and now she was being dragged against her will into a tunnel that seemed to have no way out.

“HEY, I'M TALKING TO YOU! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!”

“Shut up, bitch! You'll find out soon enough.”

“Yeah, the Boss can't wait to see you,” his partner said mockingly.

Sakura would have stumbled to her feet if her captors hadn't held her firmly. Now she was really worried... She wasn't a bad person, she hadn't scammed anyone, she didn't owe any money, so who was crazy enough to... No... no, it wasn’t possible. Panic rose within her, apprehension too. She was screwed. No one would ever find her body.

Just as she was on the verge of hyperventilating, she was roughly pushed into another room. The cloth bag was yanked off her head, and it took her a few seconds to readjust to the light. A quick glance around informed her that she was in what looked like an office. A large, spacious room.

The charcoal-gray walls were adorned with paintings all stemming from the same artistic movement, but some, Sakura noticed, were a much more contemporary version of traditional Ukiyo-e from the Heian, Edo and Meiji eras. She knew this because she could recognize Haruyo Morita's work when she saw it. She reluctantly admits that there is a touch of elegance in this office. In the center, a solid wood desk, adorned with ancient symbols, dominated the room. Sakura apprehensively examined the intricate details of the decor, feeling fear increase as she realized the gravity of her situation.

“Good evening, Miss Haruno.”

Her body froze. No. It couldn't be. It couldn't be him. She knew that voice, hated that voice full of arrogance and disdain. She hated his condescending, self-assured tone. She hated the way he dominated a room with his mere presence. That intimidating aura he had. Sakura was fucked. He had her.

“I'm sure you have some idea why you're here. I think it's time we had a little chat.”

Uchiha Madara had her.

#itasaku #uchiha itachi x haruno sakura #uchiha itachi #itachi x sakura #haruno sakura #shisui uchiha #naruto fandom #Naruto #shisaku #fic sneak peek #madara uchiha #Madara is the villain here #Will Itachi and Shisui manage to find Sakura? #to follow the link to my fic click on the word “wrecked” <3

[uchiwife]

𝗪𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗

pairing: Itachi Uchiha x Sakura Haruno

tags: Modern au, established relationship, drama, heavy angst, arguments, hurt/no comfort, emotional hurt, breakup. [that's all i'm going to tag because i don't want to spoil you.❥]

warnings: just a lot of pain, get some Kleenex.

words: 1,187

summary: 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝖽𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝖿 𝗌𝗈, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖲𝖺𝗄𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇𝖾.

a/n: English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse me for any mistakes I might commit in it. ꒱࿐ “♡ ˚.*ೃ

𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁͟ 𝟮͟. , 𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁͟ 𝟯͟. , 𝗣͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝘁͟ 𝟰͟., 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟱

[“𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌, '𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗄𝖾. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗆𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗇 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗐𝗈. 𝖥𝖾𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨'𝗆 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗆𝖾.”♡]

“So that's it? It's over? Just like that?”

“I'm sorry...” He looked away, not having the courage to look her in the eye. He knew he’d back out if he did.

“I don't care if you're sorry! I don't want you to apologize, I want you to stay with me!”

“I wish I could.”

“But you can! You promised. You promised to always be there. You promised me. You... Itachi, you promised me.”

Her voice broke on the last words. Sakura tried in vain to fight the tears that threatened to fall. The sight alone was enough to turn Itachi's stomach. He didn't like to see her sad, but this was more than sadness. She was breaking. And he was the cause of it. It was enough to make him disgusted with himself. He wished things were different... but they weren't. This was the reality he lived in.

“I know, I'm sorry. My father...”

“Fuck him! You can decide what you want to do with your life; why don't you–”

“You know as well as I do that it's not as simple as that! I have to preserve my family's honor. You know how they are. It's my duty as the eldest. I've always known that. I grew up with the idea of taking over the family business, it was never about us-”

He stopped, refusing to finish that sentence. He couldn't finish it. It would hurt her too much. But she had understood without him even adding anything, if the expression on her face was anything to go by.

A bitter smile stretched across her lips as she said sarcastically:

“Oh so sorry for ruining your plans.”

“That's not what I meant!” he replied, frustrated. By her, by himself or by the situation, he didn't really know.

She scoffed at him.

“No? I'm the crazy one then? Because I could've sworn that my boyfriend of four years was dumping me like a piece of shit.”

“Don't say that!” He fumed, absolutely not liking where this conversation was going. He hated that it was even happening to begin with. “Don't talk about yourself in those terms. You know how I feel about you. How I've always felt.”

“Go tell that to the whore your clan wants you to marry.”

“Sakura...” Itachi sighed, tired. He wasn't fond of swearing, but it wasn't a wise thing to say. Even less so now. He had always been raised to believe that manners made a person valuable. Of course, there was a side of him that even his family didn't know about, and it was better that way. His mother would probably be scandalized if she knew.

“ Don't Sakura me! Do you realize what you’re doing? What you are doing to us? Have you forgotten all our plans? Your plans?”

“Of course not! How could I? But try to understand. My family has always been strict and inflexible about what they expected from life and the destiny set for the clan. Everything has always been meticulously organized. I knew my father's expectations even before I could write. Not to mention my great-uncle. Madara is probably even worse than father. Love, you know I love you, but if I run away now, Sasuke will-”

Having heard enough of this bullshit, the woman lost her temper (or rather what was left of it). If tears were nothing new, it was her sudden fury that took him by surprise. That and her look. Never, even in their worst moments, had she looked at him with such resentment and disgust. The sight alone was enough to make his heart ache.

“Fine! Go then! LEAVE! Go back to your daddy and play the perfect little boy. Make yourself miserable for the sake of people who don't even think about your happiness! Go and marry a woman you will never love because your family decided she was a better match for you. Go and break your promise to me. After all, I wasn't on the agenda, was I?”

Sakura’s wrath was unleashed upon him, shattering his being a little more with each word. But it was probably what she said next that killed him completely.

“You're a fucking liar! A hypocrite! You're just a little boy desperate for his daddy's approval, a daddy who wouldn't give it to you even if he was on his deathbed. You've always given in to their whims; and I thought that with me, you'd finally see what the world could be. What it could really offer you, not the twisted version of what your clan showed you! I've always been there for you. I've loved you through thick and thin. I've loved you and trusted you. I even loved you when your family treated me like a pest. I turned my back on people for you. People who kept telling me that you'd end up leaving and like a fool I defended you: "Itachi would never do that to me." " he loves me. " "he promised" "he's a man of his word" Man of his word, my ass!”

She angrily wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve.

“I hate you. I.hate.you. I FUCKING HATE YOU..."

her voice broke again, the tension heavy in the air. She felt like throwing up, her heart ached and she wasn't sure she could see anything but a blur with the stream of tears running down her cheeks despite her veiny attempts to wipe them away.

“Get out, get out!!” she cried, pushing him out, her lover witnessing her hysteria, his onyx eyes shining with unshed tears. Probably as devastated as her, even if he was the reason for this in the first place.

“Please, baby… We don't have to part on bad terms. I care for you ; I want us to…”

She laughed then. A laugh that sounded more like a sneer than anything else. How dare he? How could he still use pet names? She was no longer his baby or his love. And yet, she felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her heart skip a beat every time she heard him call her that.

“Trust me Itachi, one day you’ll regret it and when that day comes, don't bother to come back, because I won't be here anymore.”

When the door was slammed in his face, he heard through the door the heartbreaking sobs of the woman he loved so much and would probably love forever. After a minute or two Itachi felt moisture on his cheeks and realized without much surprise that he was crying. He ran a hand over his face to try to wipe away his tears and whispered in a broken tone:

“I already do.”

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CHAPTER 5 IS NOW UP ON AO3!! 🩷

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Lately, I've been trying to work on chapter 5 of "wrecked". I hope the end result will be like or close to what I had in mind. I'm looking forward to writing and finishing it so I can share it with you.🩷

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𝗚𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀.

Pairings: Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Itachi.

Tags: modern au, mafia, police, pre-relationship, (possible) future fic.

Warnings: Given the theme, expect to read about sensitive subjects. Such as mentions of abuse, drugs, violence, illegal trafficking in almost any form. Please proceed with caution.

Word count: 2,640.

a/n : English is not my mother tongue, so please excuse me for any mistakes I might commit in it. ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ

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Sakura has a favorite chair and a favorite table in this little restaurant-café. She always sits in the same place at the same time for about an hour. It's become a little ritual of hers. A ritual initially started on a bored day when the need for a little dessert arose. So here she is, sitting at the same table in the same damn chair, stuffing her face with her famous Anmitsu. She no longer does it out of greed, but because for the past three months, every day at the same time, she's been able to admire Takeshi Sasaki. He always sits two tables away, and always has the same thing: dangos and green tea. He seems out of time, enjoying this gentle lull. She only learned his name very recently, and only because he'd forgotten his wallet. She heard the waiter call out to him.

Sakura supposed it was always better to call him by his name rather than “grace”, no matter how graceful he was. Besides, she doubted he'd appreciate a stranger feminizing him by calling him that, even in her head, unless he was quite comfortable with his manhood, and something told her he was. In reality, she hated giving people nicknames, she found it cruelly rude, but she'd had to improvise, she couldn't decently call him “the handsome dark man”, she wasn't in a fucking fanfiction written by a 12-year-old! Not that she had anything against that, she remembered reading hundreds of them and remembered how her life had been filled by many of them.

Swallowing the last mouthful of her dessert, she took the time, as she did so often now, to observe the graceful way his fingers pushed back the locks in front of his face. His features were quite striking. It was superficial, but it was his ethereal beauty that had appealed to Sakura the first time she'd caught sight of him. She'd seen a lot of good-looking guys, but she lived in a world where the most charming features were attached to an utterly detestable personality. Her ex was a perfect example. She'd met his gaze several times over the last few months and had always made sure to keep eye contact. She was trying to get a message across here: she wasn't a blushing high-school girl who was going to look away no matter how much his beauty troubled her. She'd grown up in a world that had taught her the hard way not to show weakness in front of others. Her brother was well aware of this, as were her friends.

However, she had to be careful. She couldn't take the plunge from day one, not out of timidity but because she had to observe this man first. If she didn't, her brother and the others would do it for her, and she didn't want to get a guy who hadn't asked for anything into trouble. She could be bitchy, but not the way Tayuya was.

So she waited wisely, respecting this little ritual of theirs. For if they hadn't exchanged a single word, there had been enough glances between them for her to know that he was aware of her. Whatever dance they were doing, it seemed that the last notes were coming to an end and Sakura would finally advance her pawn. It was time, after all, for her to make her move.

Her decision made, she left her table for his, her heels clicking against the asphalt, she didn't bother to ask permission, she simply sat down in the chair opposite his. He seemed neither surprised nor offended by her lack of politeness, surely because he himself knew that the time had come. They had been sizing each other up for three months, after all. She elegantly crossed one leg over the other and concealed a smile of triumph when she noticed the way his eyes leered at her legs. Someone else probably wouldn't have noticed, so subtle was it, but she wasn't everyone. Being aware of one's surroundings is a non-negligible ability to have. It was what made the difference between a living man and a dead man. In her world, anyway.

“So? Are you going to let me take you out?”

“I usually know the name of the woman who wishes to ‘ask me out’.”

Oh. His voice was as enchanting as his features. She wouldn't mind hearing him talk about the Darwinian theory of evolution if that's what his voice sounded like. She smirked, leaning back in her seat.

“That's not a no I hear.”

“If I'd wanted to say no, I would have the first time you laid eyes on me.”

“So confident…” Sakura retorted amused, not the least bit embarrassed that he knew she'd been watching him.

“Observant” he corrected, his lips curling into a smirk, bringing out the dimple on his left cheek. Was she crazy to want to lick it? Yes, she probably was. She'd always had a thing for pretty dimples.

“Sakura” she finally introduced herself.

He nodded, “Takeshi.”

“Oh, I know.”

“You do?”

“The waiter. You forgot your wallet once”

“I'm not usually this absent-minded. I got distracted.”

"How fortunate for me. It allowed me to get to know your name.”

Takeshi smiled, amused, “you could have just asked me.”

She snorted, “where's the fun in that?”

He shook his head, “Well, Sakura, where do you intend to take me out, assuming I say yes.”

“Trust me, Takeshi, you’re going to want to say yes.”

“Who’s too confident now?”

“I just know what I'm worth.” She said with a shrug. “So I thought we could....” Sakura barely had time to formulate her plans before she was interrupted, much to her chagrin.

“Sakura!”

She frowned, turning to find her brother and two more of his men at her table. Obviously. Where he goes, his henchmen follow. She rolled her eyes.

“Brother,” she said in a bored tone. “I was in the middle of a conversation Yahiko, as you can see.”

“Conversation over. You're late.” Yahiko glanced briefly at Takeshi before pausing. A dangerous gleam lit up in his eyes and she sighed. Why did he always have to ruin her plans? “And who's that?”

Takeshi observed the scene in silence and she was genuinely surprised by his calm. He didn't seem intimidated, and that was quite something. Yahiko even seemed to notice because he gave the man a second glance, a rare thing for her brother. He paid so little attention to those he found useless or insignificant.

“Takeshi. Your sister's next date, apparently.” he added for good measure.

Sakura almost choked. What audacity! And yet, she couldn't help laughing, because really, if he had a death wish, he'd chosen his day rather well. She loved men with nerve.

Yahiko narrowed his eyes, then glared at her, “Sakura?”

She shrugged, pushing back her hair with a satisfaction she shouldn't feel “what he said.”

“We'll talk about it again. Get your things. We're going to be late. Sasori hates tardiness and I hate being taxed more than necessary.”

Once again, Sakura rolled her eyes. As if she didn't know Sasori could be a pain in the ass. He was so adamant about punctuality. She'd heard of many deals that hadn't been concluded, or had been charged more because his future partners or clients had been late. Sakura got up without making a fuss; this was no time to rebel. She could always do that later. She turned to the man sitting opposite her and realized he was already looking at her.

“Unfortunately, I'm going to have to cut this short. I'll call you about our upcoming outing.”

He raised an eyebrow “I didn't give you my number.”

Sakura smiled mischievously, “No need. I'll have it by the end of the day.”

“absolutely not creepy.”

“Scared already?”

Takeshi smiled back, “It takes more than that to scare me. I'm just curious how you're going to do it.”

“I've got my ways” she winked at him, and deciding he'd probably had enough, Yahiko growled; putting an end to his sister's antics.

“Are you done?”

“Killjoy! you need to get laid. You're so tense. Where's Konan??”

Her brother glared at her again, and if a look could kill, she'd probably be dead by now. She raised her hands, then waved goodbye to Takeshi, promising to call him later before she let Yahiko and his men drag her away. She climbed into a black SUV with tinted windows, watching from the corner of her eye Takeshi, still seated at the table, who hadn't taken his eyes off the car until it turned at the next intersection.

Sakura sighed, annoyed by her brother's interruption but also impatient. She took out her phone and quickly dialed a number, before a smile spread across her rosy lips when her correspondent picked up.

“I need you to get me a number.”

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Takeshi waited until the car was no longer in his field of vision before gathering his things. Three months. It had been three months since he'd sat at the same table, at the same time, taking the same thing in order to take part in what had become a ritual. He'd sensed that today was the day. That the young woman would eventually come to him. His patience had finally paid off. Of course, this was only the beginning, nothing was certain and there was no guarantee that she would actually contact him, but if the looks she was giving him were anything to go by, the chances were pretty high that he'd hear from her again. He sighed, stood up, paid for their drinks and left the restaurant-café.

He quietly made his way to his car, taking the time to check his mirrors to make sure he wasn't being followed before turning onto the road. After driving for a while, he stopped near an alley and switched off his engine. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before the passenger door opened and a new man stepped in.

They both remained silent, before the other man spoke up.

“Report.”

“Contact with the target has been established.”

“We knew it would take time, but now that first contact has been made, we'll be able to start work.”

“Hn. However, Pain showed up.”

“That's to be expected. She’s protected. Since you don't have a bullet between your eyes, I'd say the first encounter went well.”

Takeshi scoffed, “I wouldn't say that, but Haruno should be making contact soon.”

He felt a hand on his shoulder and tensed slightly before relaxing. “You'll do a good job, Itachi. If your written reports are anything to go by, you've already got her attention. This is the opening we needed.”

“Aa.”

Uchiha Itachi knew that by accepting this undercover mission three months ago, he would have to leave behind his family and his daily life for an indefinite period. He was a member of the police. An investigator for the Organized Crime Bureau. For three years, the police had been trying to dismantle a mafia network known as "AKATSUKI", headed by a man called PAIN, whose real name was Yahiko. The police knew little about him, but over the years it had become painfully obvious that this man was at the head of an empire. Arms trafficking, organ trafficking, money laundering, corruption, assassinations and murders, among other things.

They were a powerful cartel whose violence was known to all. They operated in the shadows, but everyone knew their names, but no one knew how to stop them or get to them. Those who tried either disappeared or recanted their testimony. Haruno Sakura had been singled out as his target. What little information they managed to glean about her was that she was apparently the adopted sister of the organization's leader. Little was known about them, but there were still traces of the Haruno's tragic past. He must have reread her files a hundred times already. And he now knew that Sakura Haruno had been abused as a child. Her mother was a junkie who had ended up selling her daughter to pay for her cocaine. Sakura's father didn't seem to be part of the picture. He'd probably abandoned his family or died. Haruno had been shuffled from foster home to foster home. His unit speculated that she must have met Pain during their childhood. They thought they must have been placed in the same foster family at some point. He knew from complaints and reports from police and social workers that some of Sakura's foster families had been abusive. The kids were deprived of food, the fridge and cupboards kept under lock and key. They were beaten and, most horribly of all, some of the children were sexually abused by the father. He didn't know if Sakura was one of these victims, but in any case, the foster parents' corpses had been found in a wasteland. At the time, the coroner ruled it a homicide. The case was still under investigation but had not been solved.

Itachi had been sent as an undercover agent because his skills were perfect for this kind of mission. He had no trouble playing a role. It was his job. He'd done several, and every one of them had been a success. It was his duty to dismantle the Akatsuki with the help of his unit and the police. To date, 4 members were known. There was Deidara, the explosives and bombs genius, a certain Hiruko, well known on the dark web for organ trafficking transactions, but Itachi had no doubt that this was a pseudonym. The Leader, Pain, the police knew very little about, but were certain he was at the head of this empire. They also knew the name of a former cartel member. The famous research scientist Orochimaru. The police had already had him on their radar for years for his research, which was considered dubious at best, illegal at worst. If there was a body theft or disappearance in his area, it was very likely that he was behind it. Only, Orochimaru, vicious snake that he is, had managed to evade justice. And then there was Sakura. Itachi didn't know to what extent she was involved in her brother's business or whether she was actively participating in it, but she certainly wasn't unaware of his reputation.

That's why it was decided that it would be easier to attempt an infiltration through her. She was the best way to enter Pain's private circle. For three months, he'd been going to this café-restaurant because he knew he'd find her there. Only he couldn't make the first move; it had to come from her. Patience had always been his forte, as had mind games. Not that he was proud of it, but in his line of work, it was very useful.

And finally, his target had made contact. She seemed a confident woman, sure of her seductive power. Objectively, he could understand the interest she might arouse, but that was of little importance, as she was merely a means to an end. He felt almost sorry for her, for he knew her interest was genuine. Itachi was a professional; on undercover missions, he was allowed to flirt on the edge of illegality. If he had to use his charms, he would.

Yes, Sakura was charming and in another life, in another context, he might have been interested in her, but his role here was to gain information through her, learn more and get her to bring him into their organization. He had to stay focused on his mission and not get distracted.

He could do it.

There was no way he, Uchiha Itachi, an undercover agent, would get caught in his own game because of a criminal like Haruno Sakura, right?

Right…?

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