Disclaimer: Yes. Because if I owned Naruto, Itachi wouldn't be…dare I say it….dead. Twice now. FML. (once was bad enough…but twice? Overkill much?)

A/N: In light of that thing that happened to Itachi that I won't mention again…I'm here to fulfill all your fan girl desires. SWEAR TO ITACHI. Just be patient guys. I would like to start by justifying this Itachi's behavior. Given what we know about Itachi and how he's actually a good guy, I feel like he has two sides. The side he shows to people he cares about, which is devoted, loving and compassionate and the side he shows to others; cold, calculating, and cruel. I also feel that as an Uchiha, he's probably got a bit of an Ego.

So I hope you don't find him to horribly off the spot.

Also, M rated for a reason.

And suggested reading in 3/4-1/2 seriously, it looks tons better.

Carnal
By Tsukiko Hoshino

Love shrine break the taboo, I wanna know what's in your potion

Bound by total devotion
I was lookin' for love all over, You're the hunter and I'm your prey
Voodoo (Adam Lambert)

She was alone as usual, making her way home at nearly one in the morning. 'The sky's so dark tonight…' She thought to herself, cold fingers curling into the warmth of her coat pockets. Even the numerous lights of the city could not detract from the darkness of the horizon. It was a night without stars, the moon hardly shown through the thick clouds that gathered overhead. The weather was cold and it's no surprise that she can't help the chattering noise that her teeth make when they click together.

Exhaustion hangs heavily over her, beating out a tune on her whole body. Her head aches and her limbs feel near boneless from a long shift spent beating back death on behalf of the general populace. Not for the first time, she chastises herself for deciding to work at a hospital; there's no one to blame but herself after all. She's the one who wanted to be where the battle for life was truly waged.

Everyday people were rushed in on the verge of death; hardly clinging to the delicate strand called life, and Sakura relished each and every time she pulled them back. The fast paced city she lived in never slept, and the patients poured right on in leaving little time to laze about. In a way it's pushed her skills even further, which is saying something considering she's only 23 and already a doctor quickly climbing her way up to carve her own niche out into the field.

Sometimes when there's time she imagines herself a few years or so from now. She'll be somewhere far away from the crowded city where the street lights don't wash out the sky and she doesn't have to be careful every second of where she walks in fear of being stampeded. It'll be a nice quiet place where the thought of murderers running around is nothing but a paranoid dream.

It'll be a place where the Yakuza aren't renowned and feared, where people don't go missing and if they do no one turns a blind eye. Like a snake, a shudder makes its way down her spine. In the city that she lives now, unspoken as it is she knows that the gangs rule the streets. She sees the proof of it every day on the news, and on her operating table.

She's seen beaten women come through the door, clearly abused and treated unspeakable cruelly. Beaten children, men with gunshot wounds, people with missing limbs and unspeakable trauma…Sakura has seen it all, and has also seen the police meant to protect turn their eyes away knowingly.

The thought makes her stomach twist painfully, as she stares up at the street light just in front of her. 'The safest place is to walk in large crowds.' Sakura reminds herself, noticing the thinning throng of people. The canister in her right pocket is still cool against her skin despite the fact that she's been clenching it since stepping off the subway.

It's the same every night.

Pushing the grim thoughts away she focuses instead on the place she wishes she were. Of stars so bright they look like diamonds against black silk. Where the people she treats won't just be strangers, but people she sees around on a regular basis. 'It would be nice.' She thinks quietly, breath coming out in a soft white cloud. It's not that she didn't like working in the hospital, it's the city that eats away at her with its corrupt nature.

Turning down a dimly lit alley, she cursed herself for not shelling out the money to buy a car. It would have been much safer than walking alone every night, especially down the narrow alleys that lead to her apartment building. Even though it wasn't as safe as the crowded streets, she took them because they were faster; nearly a straight line and she'd be home within ten minutes rather than the 30 it would take to go the long way around.

Then again she hardly had money to spend on a car when the subways and her feet were all the cheaper.

The small shops she passed by were already closed now, with the exception of the small convenience store towards the very end. A few traditional styled lanterns lit the corridor up with a warm golden-red glow in the night; it made the alley seem so much safer. After seeing no one waiting in the dimly lit space she relaxed, running a hand through her hair.

'Empty.' Sakura thought in relief, scurrying towards the end. The end of the alley is well within sight; from there she'll take a left down an even smaller, narrower one that will let out right behind her apartment complex. The feeling of knowing she'll soon be safe and sound in her own home fills her with warmth and gives her legs strength to work that much harder to reach their destination.

Finally at the end of the alley and prepared to make her turn, she pauses just for a moment, holding back a sneeze. That's when she hears it, screaming to the right of her. Its high pitched, like that of a woman's.
Shrill and horrific in its entirety, it leaves her teeth chattering from more than just the cold.

'Just go home….forget about it.'The most logical part of her being screams. It does nothing to keep her from creeping every closer to the danger. As smart as she is, as smart as she's had to be, Sakura has always been ruled by her heart. Years of city life have done nothing to temper steel around her heart.

Whether it was helping old women across the street even though she was late for work, or giving the homeless man everyone else ignored the spare change in her pocket she was always ruled by what she thought to be the morally right choice.

'And it's going to get me killed.' Sakura thought, crouching down low, fingers touching the ground to balance her weight against her heels. The can of pepper spray that had been in her pocket was now clenched tightly in her right fist.

Slowly, she slunk further into the backstreet, hiding behind trashcan after trashcan. It wouldn't do to just rush blindly in without even taking a look at the situation. Even though every scream she heard made her heart pound and her eyes sting Sakura bore it until she reached the last spot she had of cover, an abysmal pile of bricks for an unfinished project.

'Alright…now what?' The screaming had stopped, but the breathless little whimpers the woman was making were all the more terrifying in her opinion. At least if she were screaming Sakura would know that she still had strength left. Taking a deep, but quiet breath she steeled herself, before taking a quick look out of her little foxhole.

A girl with brown hair and eyes was pinned up against the dead end of the alley, double trails of black streak down her dirty face, mingling with the blood streaking down from a cut on her temple and the undoubtedly broken nose she's sporting. Even from the quick glimpse Sakura had taken, she could already see black bruises forming from her temple down to her bare shoulders.

'She's…' Sakura gulped crouching even lower as she averted her eyes. The girls clothes were half torn off, skirt hitched around her hips and if the way the man was moving against her is of any indication the situation its worse than she'd imagined.

But it's her eyes that she can't get out of her head, and Sakura is sure she'll never be able to forget them for as long as she lives. They lacked life, as though the soul had already fled far away leaving nothing but an empty doll behind to be played with.

With a soft 'Click' the assailant has flipped open a blade, and with a start, Sakura knows that if she does nothing now, there will be nothing she can do.

Maybe it was because it was so very close to her own home that made it all that much more personal. Maybe because she was seeing it occur with her own two eyes rather than just the after effects, but whatever it was Sakura knew she was going to put a stop to it.

Because she's a doctor and she's sworn, sworn, swornwith her whole life and her whole being to help those in need; because she's a fool and she can't turn her back on someone even if it means risking her own skin to do so.

Because she can't live waking up every day for the rest of her life regretting doing nothing, and going to bed every night plagued by what-ifs.

Because the girl in front of her is human, and hurting, and because it could have been her there instead, wishing and screaming for her life in the middle of the night only to be ignored and left to suffer.

'Even if it's dangerous…how can I turn away now?' Sakura thought grimly, green eyes narrowing in on the focal point of her fury. Quietly, she set her small canister of pepper spray down in favor of a nice hefty brick.

The rough texture of the stone is of a relief, because her palms are already sweating and it gives her that much more a grip for what she's about to do. 'Just one hit…one hit to the right spot and he's done for.' She thinks, brows furrowing in concentration.

It's unfortunate for him that she knows the spot just like she knows every bone in his body, or like she knows how much epinephrine to inject in case of cardiac arrest or anaphylactic shock. And sadly for him from where she's sitting she has a clear shot to it.

He's bigger and most likely stronger than her, so every move of hers will have to count all the more, and she has to be quick about. The girls condition is only going to deteriorate with time, and she'll be damned if she does nothing but watch.

If she misses, both the girl and herself are screwed. So with the pressure of two lives weighing down on her shoulders, Sakura takes careful aim, thankful that he's far to enraptured with his victim to pay any attention to what's going on directly behind him.

Winding back her arm and flinging it forward hardly takes any effort, and just as she predicted it hits the spot she'd been aiming for. With a jerk, his head flies forward and smacks against the wall as blood spurts out of his nose. Like a bag of sand dropping he hits the ground, leaving the girl he'd been grasping by the neck to drop to the ground.

No cries of pain or shock passed her abused lips; instead she continued staring into oblivion.

Quicker than she's ever moved in her life, She's hopped over the knocked out man and begun pressing small chilled hands against the woman's flesh, assessing damages as she goes.

'Shock maybe?' Sakura thinks to herself, pulling a penlight out to shine into glossy brown eyes. 'Uneven dilation, a concussion perhaps?' She thought, nibbling on her bottom lip. So enraptured with her task, she didn't spare a second thought to the man she'd fell moments before.

It proves to be undoing when she's ripped away by her hair and slammed face first into the concrete wall in front of her. A sharp cry of pain is all that's allowed for her as she's tossed to the ground unceremoniously.

"Fucking bitch!" The man spat, wiping blood from his nose as he spoke. "You just sit right there you curious little kitty cat…I'll deal with you next." Somehow, despite her spinning head she managed to shoot him a glare. He proceeded to rewarded her with a swift kick to the ribs that knocked the air out of her petite form. "Shoulda kept your nose outta shit." He snarled, turning away.

Curling in on herself from the pain, Sakura stifled a moan as she felt something warm and sticky slide down her face. 'Blood.' She thought fighting the urge to close her eyes. 'You need to get up…do something.' The urgency grew when she heard a soft 'Click'as something unfolded. Rolling onto her stomach, she lifted her head just in time to see a switch blade cut a path through the woman's throat.

"Stop!" Sakura shrieked, frantically getting to her feet even as her knees shook. One hand grasping his wrist as s she barreled the rest of her body into his with all her strength. It was enough to send him sprawling to the ground, bumping his already sore head.

The sound of the knife clattering to the ground was so very loud in her ears Sakura swore it would ring on forever.

Vainly, she pressed her hands against the gaping flesh of the woman's neck, as if to scoop the life back in and stem its flow. 'Oh god, oh god.' Sakura repeated numbly, stripping her coat off with shaking hands. "It's going to be f-fine." She said shaking her own head wildly, as if refuting the very thought of anything else.

She was no stranger to death and she knew that the depth of the wound and the lack of medical equipment had already sealed the woman's fate. Even so, as fruitless as it was she still pressed the cloth of her coat against the wound, hoping to prolong the inevitable.

'How could I miss?' Sakura whimpered, biting back tears. She could feel the blood on her hands, so hot in the frigid air. Everything was her fault, if she had just been better, the woman in front of her wouldn't be bleeding out.

"God fucking damn it!" The man was already on his feet and in seconds he had her by the hair. "That's the last time you do that!"

"Stop it!" Sakura howled reaching blood covered hands back to gouge her nails into the skin of his wrist. "Let me go!" her efforts were rewarded when he threw her into a trashcan.

Bending down swiftly, he snatched up the blade and made his advance, staggering only slightly as he went, hand pressed to his aching head.

Green eyes hardened, as she watched him warily, pressing her back into the cold steel of the waste bin she waited. 'Fuck you.' She thought, biting her lip roughly as her hands shook. As soon as he was in reach she was going to tear him to pieces. If it was the last thing she did, she was going to have vengeance.

'Nobody deserves to die like that poor woman.' Sakura thought miserably, holding back a cry. For as long as she lived she would never forget her eyes. Even as she was bleeding out they remained empty. It filled her with fury that it was even possible to destroy someone so completely that they gave up on living before they were truly even dead.

So with that fire burning in her heart and in her veins she faced the situation at hand with calculation. Muscles coiled and ready to spring at any moment, she put everything into focus.

'One.' She thought to herself, as he took a step forward.

'Two…' Sakura took a breath, fingers curling into a fist.

Within the span of two moments everything was changed.

One minute she was fully prepared to make one last offensive attack by launching herself like rabid animal at his face and the next she had a grand view of someone's back. As if when she went to blink her eyes he had simply come into being.

He was like a crow; all pitch black and having swooped down from the sky, long legs bending just slightly as he landed. In her daze, she thinks of the edges of his long black coat as wings spreading out wide. 'Like a death god.' She thought tiredly, wondering if the girl just across from her had seen the same thing at the moment of her demise.

As though he sensed her grim thoughts, he tipped his head back just slightly to glance at her, a brief indescribably emotion flitting through his sleek eyes.

With long ebony hair gathered into a low pony tail, his features were perfectly sculpted and sinfully beautiful. Blessed with a sharp aristocratic nose and thick soot colored lashes covering eyes the color and luster of jet, every bit of him was suited for the night.

"Who the fuck are you?" were the rather eloquent last words of the man who'd been advancing on her, because as soon as he's spoken, he's been slammed against the dumpster with enough force to put a dent in its half inch thick structure.

'I didn't….I didn't even see him move.' She thought, eyes pinned to the new comer. Not only that but he hardly seemed as though he was having trouble pinning the much larger man with a single hand. 'And the force it took to do it…' she trailed off, stunned.

"Who I am doesn't matter to the likes of you…" The voice that flowed from his thin, well-shaped lips was low and breathy, the kind that made grown women weak in the knees. "It's useless to tell someone whose just going to die." He murmured, lips parting to reveal neat white teeth.

Teeth that made her shake miserably, because there, peaking almost mockingly from his mouth were two inhumanly long canine teeth pulled into sharp razor fine points.

'Like a…a vampire.' Sakura thought, green eyes widening even further as her mouth parted in shock. 'We should go, we should go right now.' There was nothing she could do for the woman anymore, and she didn't want to be here when the cops or something even worse showed up.

It didn't occur to her that somethingworse already had shown up.

As if he could sense her intentions, the mysterious man turned his head to look at her. "Stay." The command was uttered so very quietly. It was not to be defied, or ignored. She would stay or she would regret it. Just like that, the black of his eyes whirled away leaving bright pools of red in their wake.

The color was just like the blood staining her hands.

They glow though. So bright, it's as if someone has taken the light out of the red Chinese lantern she'd seen earlier and placed it in his eyes.

Stunned as she is, all Sakura can do is nod, mouth slightly agape.

If she had questions about his…state of being, they were quickly put to bed when he turned back to his prisoner with the languid roll of his pleased head. She can hear the crunching of the man's neck ten feet away as the dark haired stranger clamped down on it with his teeth.

Stupidly, Sakura thinks to herself on whether he's hit the external or internal jugular, and how long it takes for a vampire to drain their victim, and if she has time to run or not because apparently vampires doin fact exist and she's sitting on her half frozen ass not too far away from one and doing nothing.

'Haven't you done enough nothingfor one night?' her subconscious screams, giving enough life back to her heavy limbs to get her off the ground. She gets one step in, before she's pressed back against the alley wall, two warm arms on either side of her.

Across the alleyway, the man's body dropped lifelessly to the floor. Hardly any mess is left behind, simply two neat pinpricks marking the placement of the other man's teeth. He is apparently a neat eater, because not even a drop of blood seeps from the wound.

'No, no, no, no!' Sakura screams inwardly, clenching her eyes shut. 'Oh fuck no…' She should have run when she had the chance, because now she's quite sure she'll be eaten. It's the hot swipe of something wet, starting from her jaw to her forehead that has her apple green eyes shooting open.

It's his tongue, stealing the blood that had been weeping from the cut on her left temple. Feeling horribly aghast at the liberties taken towards her person, she quickly pressed her hands against his chest. "Stop." She hissed both when her request was unheeded and when his tongue prodded the sore cut. The pain had her seeing stars and her knees shaking.

"hmm…" He murmured, a rumbling coming from his chest so strongly she could feel it working from her finger tips and up her arms. "You have a concussion." He stated further, cupping her chin and tipping her head back to stare into her eyes.

Much closer than he was before, she can see that his eyes are not just strangely colored, but formed as well. Rather than a single circular pupil the structure was more like a three bladed shiruken which- she noted through heavy lidded eyes, were spinning lazily. It was terribly fascinating.

The longer that she stared into them, the more it felt as though she was sinking into his eyes, losing thought. As if knowing her dilemma, for a moment they shuttered closed breaking the spell they'd been subtly weaving.

"You…What are you doing?" She gasped, feeling his tongue against her throat. It made her heart jump from more than just fear. 'Don't I already know? This is how I'm going to die.' She thought teeth clenching at the thought.

"Cleaning." He stated, red eyes glancing up at her. "Head wounds bleed quite a bit." He murmured, lips pressed to her collarbone. "There's a bit of a mess I'm afraid." She feels, rather than sees the quirking of his lips. It's a small thing but she knows he finds amusement in the situation and it makes her furious.

'This isn't a game! This is my life!' Sakura thinks desperately, teeth grit and eyes ablaze. Anger has always been her fueled her strength. It gives her the fuel to shove him away, even if it's only a few inches it's enough for her to slip under his arm and go running.

His eyes follow in a hunger undriven by his stomach. If she could only see herself, she would understand. Feral eyes and wild hair, she is a sight to behold. Despite the danger she has faced, and the danger he poses at the moment, she stands defiant to the end.

She's nearly to the end of the alley when like a wraith, he's on her again, arm around her waist like an iron band. "Stay away from me you-you vampire!" Sakura shrieked, jabbing a finger into his chest. If ever in her life Sakura had felt the onset of a panic attack, it would be now of all times.

"Vampire?" He questioned neither his features nor his manner betraying nothing and everything all at once, making him positively infuriating to look at. "What makes you say something like that?" He murmured, lips pressed to her ear.

"Don't play with me." Sakura stated firmly, tilting her chin defiantly. "What do you expect people to think when you go biting down on necks like that?" not to mention him licking her own blood away, but really she hardly had the mental fortitude to revisit that at the moment, so she continued quite fearlessly to her demand.

"Now if you're going to kill me do it, I've had a long night and I want to go home." Her patience is at its very end, and if she doesn't go home soon, she'll fall asleep where she stands. 'And wouldn't that be the icing on the cake?' She thought miserably.

"Foolish." He sighed, hot air ghosting over the shell of her ear and sending jolt of electricity through her limbs. "If I wanted you dead, you already would be." He reminded, thumb stroking the bottom of her rib cage. "Besides I just ate." He chided. If she only knew just how disgusting his last meal had tasted, she would surely be more appreciative of his intentions.
Unfortunately telling her so would do more harm than good.

A pained sigh fluttered through her clenched teeth as his thumb brushed against a particularly pained spot. 'Gonna be sore as hell tomorrow.' She thinks shooting him a suspicious look, not quite assuaged by his words that she will in fact live to see tomorrow.

Red eyes narrowed just barely as he spun her away. Without words, he tugged the edge of her shirt up, Goosebumps rising against her skin from the chill. "Hey hey!" Sakura shouted, glaring furiously. "Pervert!" she would shout it to the heavens if she had too.

"Quiet." The nobleman's voice he used to command her earlier had returned. This time however she was not so easily quelled.

"You can't just take liberties with someone you don't even know the name of!" Sakura snapped lips pursing as she tried to tug her shirt back down.

Amusement flickered in his eyes. "Forgive me then, for not asking your name before I did anything untoward to your person. Might I have it now?"

"No." Sakura huffed, turning her nose up. 'Hah. As if I would fall for something so childish.' If she gave him her name he'd see it as permission to continue.

A sigh escaped him, as he tilted her head up to his. "Look." He purred, bent slightly so that he was nearly nose to nose with her. The effect was instantaneous as her green eyes jerked up to look into his nervously. He caught sight of her tongue swiping over pale pink lips nervously out of the corner of his eye. "Your name, give it to me." He murmured, head swaying slightly.

Her lips parted in a daze as she stared in rapid fascination at his eyes. It was just like being hypnotized. "Sakura." She whispered, feeling slightly feverish.

"Just Sakura?" He prodded gently, arching a dark brow.

Swallowing, she shook her head nervously, wondering how she could feel so warm when it was so cold outside. "Haruno Sakura." She clarified.

He laughs quietly; hardly audible to her human ears it's more like a quick huff of air. "You remind me of hanami." He murmured, lashes lowering over darkening eyes. She was Pink, green and just as sweet tasting as the confection.

"How original." Sakura huffed unimpressed, as if being compared to colorful dango was an everyday occurance.

"Like your name." He rebutted, twirling a strand of silky petal pink hair around his index finger. As uncreative as it was, it was simplistic and perfectly suited to her. "I assume it's natural." He could smell no chemicals relating to dye emanating from her.

Looking completely and utterly insulted she slapped his hand away. "Of course it is!" she growled, feeling further defeated and altogether strange when he sent her a smile so small she could hardly tell it was one her way.

"Of course." He repeated, capturing her hand in his much larger one. "Uchiha Itachi." He introduced, pressing a kiss to her knuckles. It was the polite thing to do after all. He could literally feel her pulse leap against his lips.

Not to be out done, she continued to appear outwardly unaffected. "Your parents named you after a weasel?" she remarked copying his tone concerning her own name from mere moments ago. "aren't they supposed to be bad omens?" she asked, voice saccharinely sweet.

"to some." Itachi assented, smirking. "You certainly have claws, don't you?" he'd seen the fight she put up before he'd interfered, it was that fire that had him so enraptured.

"Yes and if you're not careful, you'll get scratched." She fired back, eyes gleaming like the feral cat he was quickly coming to see inside her.

It amused and delighted him to no end that despite her fragile nature she had abandoned fear in light of trading barbs with him. It seemed as though she had even forgotten their rapidly cooling companions.

With introductions well out of the way he returned to his original intent, and tugged her cream colored blouse up. There imprinted on the left side of her rib cage is a rather impressive imprint of a size 11 shoe in varying shades of black blue and green. It was positively hideous. "hnn." He carefully pressed two fingers against her last rib, pressing along it to check for breaks before moving to the next.

"Stop!" Sakura struggled only briefly, because he sent her a curt gaze that had her freezing In place.

"Hush." He was doing for her own good, there was no need for her to become so riled.

It was strange how he could go from teasing to commanding in the span of mere moments.

Focusing on anything but the way his fingers feel against her, she wonders about if she was correct in her assumption or not. 'Vampires should be cold.' She muses, feeling the warm emanating from him. "oh!" The cry of pain escapes unbidden when he pressed a particular spot too hard for her liking.

"Nothing seems to be broken." Itachi stated, fingers lingering just under her bust. He can feel the pulsing of her heart like a drum. "You'll likely be sore for a few days…" although there were ways around that, ways that he would be perfectly content to indulge in.

"I could have told you that." Sakura remarked, clearing her throat as she removed his hand. "I…I'm going home now." She stated simply, feeling rather awkward for no reason at all. 'Actually there are plenty of reasons… none of which I would like to think about tonight.' She told herself firmly, rubbing the chilled flesh of her arms. "So uh…thanks for saving me."

She spared a glance back to the bodies, and flinched upon seeing the brunette. Those haunting eyes came back full force. 'I shouldn't have locked.'

"There was nothing you could do. She'd given up long before you came." Itachi stated, face impassive. "Even if she had lived, she never would have been the same."

"Who are you to say." Sakura frowned, eyes glinting like steel.

A strange look slunk through his eyes, as the light within them grew brighter, the crimson of his eyes becoming more vermillion than anything. "Someone very old Sakura-san." He chided, tugging her hair. " and therefore someone much wiser."

"Or so you say." Sakura rebuked, sparing them one last glance. "Perhaps I should call the police when I get back?" she asked, eyes tenebrous.

"No." Itachi stated, pulling a piece of lint off her blouse. "I will handle this." He stated. "If our kind left our messes out in the open as such, the world would be a much, much different place Sakura-san." He chided, lips lilting. "You look tired…Its time for all good girls to be in bed you know." It was with great regret that he had to send her off so soon. She was like a breath of fresh air as far as humans went.

'I don't recall ever seeing or hearing of humans with pink hair.' He mused, eyes sharpening in thought.

"So you admit to being a Vampire." Sakura arched a brow.

"I never said any such thing." Itachi replied succinctly. "Home. Now." He stated, pointing in the direction of her apartment.

Sakura shrugged it off as mere coincidence. "Thanks again." She murmured, eyes for once softening. 'Even if you probably are evil...you've been awfully kind.' With that, she leaned on tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Swallowing shakily and hoping he wouldn't tear her throat out with her back turned to him, she took off running.

A smirk crossed his face, as he turned his head slowly to watch her retreat. "If you do something like that…just how am I supposed to leave you alone?" he wondered almost silently, his quandary lost among his present company.

Pulling the red stained coat that was saturated with Sakura's scent from the female's body, by touch alone he silently lit it on fire. It wouldn't do for her to somehow be connected to the incident by law enforcement.

She'd foolishly involved herself enough as it was. He wondered if she hadn't heard the saying about cats and their curiosity often enough. Shaking the thought from his head, Itachi set himself to the situation at hand.

He finds no joy in the task, he would prefer it if he never had to take the lives of others to sustain his own. But it is necessary, and he'd lying if he said he felt too much guilt in the life he's taken tonight. It is regrettable that the woman lost her life as well however. There is nothing to be done however, and life most go on.

Soon the sun will rise, but before then he has much to do.

In the morning the news would have a fresh scoop of two bodies being dredged out of Tokyo's Sumida river, both throats cut nearly to the point of decapitation, one infinitely neater than the other.

And done.

For now...

I really want to write a Mada/Saku/ita…perhaps in a similar vein to this. Sheesh…I just can't help myself when it comes to supernatural/romance stories it seems. I just find them thriving with possibilities. While I wrote this, I watched dark shadows… "Most beautiful birthing hips I've ever laid eyes on." Has got to be the sexiest compliment a girls ever had Barnabas.

Now that I think about…Barnabas and Itachi are quite similar. Both devoted family men.

So if you, the dear reader perusing this should like to see it continue, please review~!

I was reaaaally nervous posting this…it's my first time writing Itachi *Puppy eyes* tell me how to improve, and I will reward it with fan service beyond your wildest dreams.