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Forbidden...the Family

Atsuko wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Tomokazu-san was pacing in the room, silver eyes flashing with anger. Gaara-san was leaning against the wall, and his own eyes were darkened with worry. Sasori-san seemed the least effected—or perhaps the most of all and was merely better at hiding it. He was tuning his cello, head bowed in concentration. However, Atsuko could see that his body was tense, and he had his head cocked slightly to the side, listening for something.

Atsuko’s okaasan walked into the room then, her arm full of flowers and humming a haunting melody to herself.

“Where have you been?”

She placed the pile of flowers on the table, looking up at Tomokazu, who had voiced the question. “I don’t believe that is your concern, Tomokazu-kun.”

He seemed hurt by her answer, but merely folded his arms over his chest and looked away, pouting. Kimimaro and Atsuko exchanged confused glances. What was going on?

“What Tomokazu means Sakura-hime…is that we did not know where you were and were worried for your safety.” Sasori filled in. Gaara merely nodded.

Sakura looked at them briefly. “I know.” Then she slid off her coat and sat down on the couch, picking up her set of flower trimmers and beginning to snip off the edges of a flower stem. It seemed to be a warning to end the conversation.

“What are you doing, okaasan?” Atsuko asked, sitting down beside her.

“I am making a flower arrangement.” She answered, not looking over at her still fuming servants. Kimimaro stayed sitting where he was, his book in his lap forgotten for the moment.

“It sounds like fun.” Atsuko chirped. “Can I try?”

Sakura picked him up and placed him in her lap. “Watch what I do with this one, and then I can let you trim the rest of them for me.”

“Ok!”

“Sakura-hime…” Tomokazu began. “What is going on?”

Sakura smiled softly.

“I am going to take a flower arrangement to the Uchiha manor. Uchiha Mikoto-san has been sick and I wish to send my condolences…as well as check up on my pet.”

That was not what the three had wanted to hear.

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It was a normal afternoon in the Uchiha household.
Sasuke was sitting on the carpet, elbows propped up on the glass coffee table, glaring down at the immense textbook in front of him, three pages of neatly written notes sitting next to him.

Itachi was sprawled out on the couch opposite him, his own book held nonchalantly in hand. He looked bored, but continued to read anyway.

Of course, their diligent studying may have had something to do with the fact that Uchiha Fugaku had come home early from work that day and was sitting in the living room, flipping through a newspaper.

Their mother was scurrying around the kitchen, much to their father’s dismay. She had, recently, been very sick with influenza, and had only been allowed out of her bed by the doctor the day before.

She had a habit of overworking herself, taking on the jobs that were, in Fugaku’s opinion, servants’ work, and even now, she was trying to get a nice pot of tea boiling for them—as well as coffee for Itachi and Fugaku, since the two rarely drank tea.

The knock on the door was soft and subtle. No one moved. Sasuke gave a small grunt of annoyance, before he went back to his homework. His father rustled the newspaper as he turned to another page.

Knock.

Sasuke saw his father’s hands tightening on the paper, crinkling the edges. Itachi continued to flip through his own book, still sprawled out lazily on the couch opposite their father.

Knock.

“I thought I specifically said that there would be no visitors.” Fugaku growled out, his gaze immediately going to his two sons, most specifically Sasuke. Because, of course, Itachi was the model child and would NEVER disobey his father’s orders.

Sasuke shrugged, “It’s no one I know.” And then he went back to his studying, tapping his pencil on the coffee table’s surface as he glowered down at a rather difficult trigonometry problem.

“It could be one of your little friends.” Itachi drawled out.

“Oh for heaven’s sake!” Mikoto exclaimed with an exasperated sigh, heading into the living room from the kitchen, a large tray in hand. “I’ll get it!” And with that she placed the tray on the coffee table next to Sasuke’s work and began walking towards the front door.

“You’re still not recovered, Mikoto. Let the servants get it.” Fugaku ordered, pulling her down onto the couch beside his chair—Itachi moved his feet immediately to make room, after Mikoto murmured, “shoes off the furniture, Itachi.”

“You told them not to answer the door!” Mikoto returned to the before mentioned argument, sending her husband a reproachful stare.

“And we won’t.” Fugaku answered back in a ‘no argument’ tone that his two children had inherited.

Another soft knock.

Finally, Mikoto stood, halting any protest as she rushed into the hallway and opened the door. She plastered a smile on her face before turning to the person. “Hello!”

And then she stopped, blinking slowly. “…who…are you…?”

“I’m sorry to have bothered you. You must be Uchiha Mikoto-san, ne?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened, and he saw his brother stiffen as they both recognized the voice. A voice…that Sasuke hadn’t thought he’d ever hear again. He almost jumped up from where he sat, even as his brother shut his book and made to stand as well.

They were stopped by a warning glare from their father.

“Yes, I’m Uchiha Mikoto. Who are you?” Their mother asked, as she slowly led the object of the Uchiha sibling’s interest inside.

Sasuke could only stare at her in open-mouthed surprise. Haruno Sakura was…once again…standing in his doorway.

She was smiling softly, her hair hanging in long curled ringlets, rather than tied up like the time before. She wore a fashionable rust-colored sweater made of some kind of silky fabric that hung off of her shoulders, and a pair of black slacks, finished off with a pair of heels.

Mikoto was holding a long grey coat, which Sasuke suspected was Sakura’s as well. In her arms was a large bouquet of flowers, artfully arranged in an expensive looking vase. Her purse was thrown over her shoulder almost casually.

And as Sasuke stared…he could only think of what had happened earlier that morning…and the warning that Neji had given him before he’d left school.

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*Flashback*

Sasuke shoved a few textbooks into his locker, shouldering his heavy backpack. Sai stood beside him, giving a fake smile as usual.

“I heard your brother aced another one of his classes at the university. He’s never gotten less than a perfect score on anything, ne?”

Sasuke bit back a response. Really, there was no point in talking when Sai wanted to act like a bastard.

“And what did you get on your last exam grade?”

“Go to hell.” Sasuke finally snapped. Ok so, his emotionless façade didn’t last long. Of course, it was hard to remain cold and unfeeling when you had to deal with a tactless Sai.

A look of confusion crossed Sai’s face. “What did I say?”

Naruto merely slung an arm around his shoulder, grinning. He’d just come upon the scene and had heard what Sai had said. “Don’t worry about him. Teme’s just being his usual angsty self.”

“Aa.” Sai nodded.

“Uchiha.”

Sauske, Sai, and Naruto all turned at the curt tone, only to see Neji standing in the hallway a few feet away.

“I need to speak with you.”

Naruto and Sai leaned forward, and Neji’s eyes narrowed. “In PRIVATE.”

“Ooooo a secret.” Naruto snickered. “What do you think it’s about, Sai?”

“Well, we’ve never been quite sure about Sasuke’s sexual orientation.” Sai mused aloud.

“And no STRAIGHT guy has THAT perfect of hair.” Naruto nodded at Neji’s chocolate locks. “I think you’re on to something Sai.”

“You’re both annoying.” Sasuke muttered, before walking over to Neji, not looking back. “I don’t know why I hang out with you.”

Neji merely sent the two a scathing glare before walking out the door, Sasuke behind him. Once they were standing outside, Neji scanned the area, as if trying to sense if anyone was there. That made Sasuke inwardly curious…as well as suspicious. Something was up.

“Stay away from Haruno Sakura.”

Well that certainly hadn’t been what Sasuke had been expecting. He merely blinked, before his eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Just stay away from her.” Was all Neji said.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed further. What was Hyuga getting at? Was he trying to warn Sasuke off because he liked Sakura? The Hyuga family and the Uchiha family were known to be rivals, and Neji and Sasuke were the epitome of that rivalry. It wouldn’t surprise Sasuke if that was Neji’s intention…to try and take her for himself.

Sasuke gave a small smirk. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, Hyuga. I’m not letting you take Sakura just like that.”

Neji’s nostrils flared slightly in irritation as he let out an exasperated gasp. “This isn’t about wanting or not wanting her, you idiot. She’s dangerous.”

“Whatever.” Sasuke merely began walking to his car. “Just don’t get in my way.”

*end flashback*
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“Why are you here?” Their father’s gruff demand brought Sasuke out of his dazed stupor, and he managed to look over at Sakura and give her a smirk—a smirk that he knew was damn sexy and could have any girl melting into a puddle of senseless goo at his feet.

She seemed unaffected, however, as she merely smiled at him and looked back to his father. “I came to offer my sympathy, of course.”

“lease sit down, Haruno-san.” Mikoto ushered her to the couch, where she took her place beside a pleased and still slightly surprised Itachi. The eldest Uchiha brother didn’t show it, of course, merely nodded at her in greeting.

“Let me get you a cup of tea.” Mikoto began pouring a cup for the pink-haired woman.

“You’re very kind, Mikoto-san, but please, you should sit down and rest.” Sakura said softly, before she stood and made the woman sit where she had been sitting previously—much to Itachi’s disappointment. “I will pour the tea.”

Suddenly, Itachi became rather fond of tea, and immediately pushed his coffee cup to the side.

“But—” Mikoto protested, but Sakura merely shook her head and continued fixing their drinks.

“How did you know that my wife was ill?” Fugaku bit out, still glaring at the stunning young woman who was now pouring a still completely dazed Sasuke a cup of tea.

“Well, Kimimaro-kun said that Sasuke-kun mentioned that his mother was ill.” Sakura continued with a calm smile, holding a warm cup of tea in her hands as she finished serving the others and sat beside Mikoto. Itachi noticed that his mother was separating him from his current interest, and frowned.

If Sakura noticed this, she ignored it as she continued, “And I thought that it would be a kind gesture to bring you something to brighten your day. I understand how sickness can be.” And with this she motioned to the elaborate, yet classy flower arrangement she had been carrying before.

“Thank you!” Mikoto exclaimed, still overwhelmed. “That was very kind.” She could only stare, and knew that it had been professionally done.

“You hardly know our family. I have never met you before. I do not see the reason for this.” Fugaku grunted.

“Fugaku!” Mikoto gasped at his rudeness, while both Itachi and Sasuke stiffened.

Sakura merely continued to smile, before she took another sip of her tea. “It is true that I have never met you before, and it was quite rude to be so forward, please forgive me for that. But…I feel as if I know your family quite well. I have heard much about you from Madara-san.”

“You know Madara?” Fugaku blinked, surprised.

“Hai.” Sakura nodded genteelly. “I have known him for a very long while.” She sat perfectly straight at the couch’s edge, but she was relaxed, not stiff. Her posture and form were…erfect. “We are, after all, business partners.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Business…artners…?” Sasuke finally bit out. “But you’re Itachi’s age!”

Sakura let out a small laugh and nodded. “Yes, well, after my parents’ death I was forced to take over the family business.”

“Haruno…” Fugaku murmured to himself, before his eyes widened and recognition donned. “You…own…Haruno Corps?”

Sakura’s only answer was a mischievous smile as she took a sip of tea.

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“I had a wonderful time, tell your mother that I enjoyed the tea very much.” Sakura murmured as she reached the door. She went to grab her coat from the rack, but was stopped as a hand reached from behind her and took it from its perch.

“Here.”

Sakura gave the dark-haired man a small smile. “Thank you, you are very kind.”

He merely held the coat out for her, and she slipped her arms inside, leaning back slightly so that her back barely brushed against his chest. He inhaled sharply, and she inwardly smirked. Her heightened vampiric sense told her that his heart was beating rapidly, pulse racing. He was close to breaking into a sweat. Of course, these emotions were completely hidden to a human.

Uchiha Itachi was, after all, completely emotionless when he wanted to hide his feelings.

Sakura finally turned around, her gaze half lidded. It was time…to start playing her little game. She reached forward, gripping his chin between her delicate fingers. He offered no resistance, only a smirk.

“You’re rather forward, aren’t you?” Itachi drawled, his own gaze half-lidded, dark eyes flitting crimson. “I like that.”

She merely smiled at him, before standing on her tip-toes so she could reach his ear. Her breath was almost chilling, but scalding at the same time as she whispered heatedly. “It’s a shame I couldn’t spend any time with you privately, Ita-kun.” His name came out like a purr, and Itachi swallowed to wet his dry throat. “You seem very sure of yourself.”

And then she nipped his ear, feeling him exhale sharply. “I like that.”

And then she was halfway at the door. “But I’m sure we can arrange for something next time.” Before she closed it completely, however, she looked back. Itachi was standing there, eyes slightly wide, his expression stony. But he was not the one she was looking at. No…instead she was watching Uchiha Sasuke, who stood in the living room doorway, glaring intensely at his brother’s back.

Yes…this game was going to be fun indeed.

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I hope you guys liked it! Yay for sexual tension!

(c) Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto
(c) Forbidden storyline and artwork belong to Lady Hanaka

Forbidden Beginnings: Tomokazu [link]
Forbidden...the Family [you're here!]
Forbidden...Halloween [link]

Description
Sorry this took so long. The Halloween special will be out later tonight.

Forbidden...the Family

Atsuko wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Tomokazu-san was pacing in the room, silver eyes flashing with anger. Gaara-san was leaning against the wall, and his own eyes were darkened with worry. Sasori-san seemed the least effected—or perhaps the most of all and was merely better at hiding it. He was tuning his cello, head bowed in concentration. However, Atsuko could see that his body was tense, and he had his head cocked slightly to the side, listening for something.

Atsuko’s okaasan walked into the room then, her arm full of flowers and humming a haunting melody to herself.

“Where have you been?”

She placed the pile of flowers on the table, looking up at Tomokazu, who had voiced the question. “I don’t believe that is your concern, Tomokazu-kun.”

He seemed hurt by her answer, but merely folded his arms over his chest and looked away, pouting. Kimimaro and Atsuko exchanged confused glances. What was going on?

“What Tomokazu means Sakura-hime…is that we did not know where you were and were worried for your safety.” Sasori filled in. Gaara merely nodded.

Sakura looked at them briefly. “I know.” Then she slid off her coat and sat down on the couch, picking up her set of flower trimmers and beginning to snip off the edges of a flower stem. It seemed to be a warning to end the conversation.

“What are you doing, okaasan?” Atsuko asked, sitting down beside her.

“I am making a flower arrangement.” She answered, not looking over at her still fuming servants. Kimimaro stayed sitting where he was, his book in his lap forgotten for the moment.

“It sounds like fun.” Atsuko chirped. “Can I try?”

Sakura picked him up and placed him in her lap. “Watch what I do with this one, and then I can let you trim the rest of them for me.”

“Ok!”

“Sakura-hime…” Tomokazu began. “What is going on?”

Sakura smiled softly.

“I am going to take a flower arrangement to the Uchiha manor. Uchiha Mikoto-san has been sick and I wish to send my condolences…as well as check up on my pet.”

That was not what the three had wanted to hear.

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It was a normal afternoon in the Uchiha household.
Sasuke was sitting on the carpet, elbows propped up on the glass coffee table, glaring down at the immense textbook in front of him, three pages of neatly written notes sitting next to him.

Itachi was sprawled out on the couch opposite him, his own book held nonchalantly in hand. He looked bored, but continued to read anyway.

Of course, their diligent studying may have had something to do with the fact that Uchiha Fugaku had come home early from work that day and was sitting in the living room, flipping through a newspaper.

Their mother was scurrying around the kitchen, much to their father’s dismay. She had, recently, been very sick with influenza, and had only been allowed out of her bed by the doctor the day before.

She had a habit of overworking herself, taking on the jobs that were, in Fugaku’s opinion, servants’ work, and even now, she was trying to get a nice pot of tea boiling for them—as well as coffee for Itachi and Fugaku, since the two rarely drank tea.

The knock on the door was soft and subtle. No one moved. Sasuke gave a small grunt of annoyance, before he went back to his homework. His father rustled the newspaper as he turned to another page.

Knock.

Sasuke saw his father’s hands tightening on the paper, crinkling the edges. Itachi continued to flip through his own book, still sprawled out lazily on the couch opposite their father.

Knock.

“I thought I specifically said that there would be no visitors.” Fugaku growled out, his gaze immediately going to his two sons, most specifically Sasuke. Because, of course, Itachi was the model child and would NEVER disobey his father’s orders.

Sasuke shrugged, “It’s no one I know.” And then he went back to his studying, tapping his pencil on the coffee table’s surface as he glowered down at a rather difficult trigonometry problem.

“It could be one of your little friends.” Itachi drawled out.

“Oh for heaven’s sake!” Mikoto exclaimed with an exasperated sigh, heading into the living room from the kitchen, a large tray in hand. “I’ll get it!” And with that she placed the tray on the coffee table next to Sasuke’s work and began walking towards the front door.

“You’re still not recovered, Mikoto. Let the servants get it.” Fugaku ordered, pulling her down onto the couch beside his chair—Itachi moved his feet immediately to make room, after Mikoto murmured, “shoes off the furniture, Itachi.”

“You told them not to answer the door!” Mikoto returned to the before mentioned argument, sending her husband a reproachful stare.

“And we won’t.” Fugaku answered back in a ‘no argument’ tone that his two children had inherited.

Another soft knock.

Finally, Mikoto stood, halting any protest as she rushed into the hallway and opened the door. She plastered a smile on her face before turning to the person. “Hello!”

And then she stopped, blinking slowly. “…who…are you…?”

“I’m sorry to have bothered you. You must be Uchiha Mikoto-san, ne?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened, and he saw his brother stiffen as they both recognized the voice. A voice…that Sasuke hadn’t thought he’d ever hear again. He almost jumped up from where he sat, even as his brother shut his book and made to stand as well.

They were stopped by a warning glare from their father.

“Yes, I’m Uchiha Mikoto. Who are you?” Their mother asked, as she slowly led the object of the Uchiha sibling’s interest inside.

Sasuke could only stare at her in open-mouthed surprise. Haruno Sakura was…once again…standing in his doorway.

She was smiling softly, her hair hanging in long curled ringlets, rather than tied up like the time before. She wore a fashionable rust-colored sweater made of some kind of silky fabric that hung off of her shoulders, and a pair of black slacks, finished off with a pair of heels.

Mikoto was holding a long grey coat, which Sasuke suspected was Sakura’s as well. In her arms was a large bouquet of flowers, artfully arranged in an expensive looking vase. Her purse was thrown over her shoulder almost casually.

And as Sasuke stared…he could only think of what had happened earlier that morning…and the warning that Neji had given him before he’d left school.

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*Flashback*

Sasuke shoved a few textbooks into his locker, shouldering his heavy backpack. Sai stood beside him, giving a fake smile as usual.

“I heard your brother aced another one of his classes at the university. He’s never gotten less than a perfect score on anything, ne?”

Sasuke bit back a response. Really, there was no point in talking when Sai wanted to act like a bastard.

“And what did you get on your last exam grade?”

“Go to hell.” Sasuke finally snapped. Ok so, his emotionless façade didn’t last long. Of course, it was hard to remain cold and unfeeling when you had to deal with a tactless Sai.

A look of confusion crossed Sai’s face. “What did I say?”

Naruto merely slung an arm around his shoulder, grinning. He’d just come upon the scene and had heard what Sai had said. “Don’t worry about him. Teme’s just being his usual angsty self.”

“Aa.” Sai nodded.

“Uchiha.”

Sauske, Sai, and Naruto all turned at the curt tone, only to see Neji standing in the hallway a few feet away.

“I need to speak with you.”

Naruto and Sai leaned forward, and Neji’s eyes narrowed. “In PRIVATE.”

“Ooooo a secret.” Naruto snickered. “What do you think it’s about, Sai?”

“Well, we’ve never been quite sure about Sasuke’s sexual orientation.” Sai mused aloud.

“And no STRAIGHT guy has THAT perfect of hair.” Naruto nodded at Neji’s chocolate locks. “I think you’re on to something Sai.”

“You’re both annoying.” Sasuke muttered, before walking over to Neji, not looking back. “I don’t know why I hang out with you.”

Neji merely sent the two a scathing glare before walking out the door, Sasuke behind him. Once they were standing outside, Neji scanned the area, as if trying to sense if anyone was there. That made Sasuke inwardly curious…as well as suspicious. Something was up.

“Stay away from Haruno Sakura.”

Well that certainly hadn’t been what Sasuke had been expecting. He merely blinked, before his eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“Just stay away from her.” Was all Neji said.

Sasuke’s eyes narrowed further. What was Hyuga getting at? Was he trying to warn Sasuke off because he liked Sakura? The Hyuga family and the Uchiha family were known to be rivals, and Neji and Sasuke were the epitome of that rivalry. It wouldn’t surprise Sasuke if that was Neji’s intention…to try and take her for himself.

Sasuke gave a small smirk. “You’re going to have to try harder than that, Hyuga. I’m not letting you take Sakura just like that.”

Neji’s nostrils flared slightly in irritation as he let out an exasperated gasp. “This isn’t about wanting or not wanting her, you idiot. She’s dangerous.”

“Whatever.” Sasuke merely began walking to his car. “Just don’t get in my way.”

*end flashback*
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“Why are you here?” Their father’s gruff demand brought Sasuke out of his dazed stupor, and he managed to look over at Sakura and give her a smirk—a smirk that he knew was damn sexy and could have any girl melting into a puddle of senseless goo at his feet.

She seemed unaffected, however, as she merely smiled at him and looked back to his father. “I came to offer my sympathy, of course.”

“lease sit down, Haruno-san.” Mikoto ushered her to the couch, where she took her place beside a pleased and still slightly surprised Itachi. The eldest Uchiha brother didn’t show it, of course, merely nodded at her in greeting.

“Let me get you a cup of tea.” Mikoto began pouring a cup for the pink-haired woman.

“You’re very kind, Mikoto-san, but please, you should sit down and rest.” Sakura said softly, before she stood and made the woman sit where she had been sitting previously—much to Itachi’s disappointment. “I will pour the tea.”

Suddenly, Itachi became rather fond of tea, and immediately pushed his coffee cup to the side.

“But—” Mikoto protested, but Sakura merely shook her head and continued fixing their drinks.

“How did you know that my wife was ill?” Fugaku bit out, still glaring at the stunning young woman who was now pouring a still completely dazed Sasuke a cup of tea.

“Well, Kimimaro-kun said that Sasuke-kun mentioned that his mother was ill.” Sakura continued with a calm smile, holding a warm cup of tea in her hands as she finished serving the others and sat beside Mikoto. Itachi noticed that his mother was separating him from his current interest, and frowned.

If Sakura noticed this, she ignored it as she continued, “And I thought that it would be a kind gesture to bring you something to brighten your day. I understand how sickness can be.” And with this she motioned to the elaborate, yet classy flower arrangement she had been carrying before.

“Thank you!” Mikoto exclaimed, still overwhelmed. “That was very kind.” She could only stare, and knew that it had been professionally done.

“You hardly know our family. I have never met you before. I do not see the reason for this.” Fugaku grunted.

“Fugaku!” Mikoto gasped at his rudeness, while both Itachi and Sasuke stiffened.

Sakura merely continued to smile, before she took another sip of her tea. “It is true that I have never met you before, and it was quite rude to be so forward, please forgive me for that. But…I feel as if I know your family quite well. I have heard much about you from Madara-san.”

“You know Madara?” Fugaku blinked, surprised.

“Hai.” Sakura nodded genteelly. “I have known him for a very long while.” She sat perfectly straight at the couch’s edge, but she was relaxed, not stiff. Her posture and form were…erfect. “We are, after all, business partners.”

There was a moment of silence.

“Business…artners…?” Sasuke finally bit out. “But you’re Itachi’s age!”

Sakura let out a small laugh and nodded. “Yes, well, after my parents’ death I was forced to take over the family business.”

“Haruno…” Fugaku murmured to himself, before his eyes widened and recognition donned. “You…own…Haruno Corps?”

Sakura’s only answer was a mischievous smile as she took a sip of tea.

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“I had a wonderful time, tell your mother that I enjoyed the tea very much.” Sakura murmured as she reached the door. She went to grab her coat from the rack, but was stopped as a hand reached from behind her and took it from its perch.

“Here.”

Sakura gave the dark-haired man a small smile. “Thank you, you are very kind.”

He merely held the coat out for her, and she slipped her arms inside, leaning back slightly so that her back barely brushed against his chest. He inhaled sharply, and she inwardly smirked. Her heightened vampiric sense told her that his heart was beating rapidly, pulse racing. He was close to breaking into a sweat. Of course, these emotions were completely hidden to a human.

Uchiha Itachi was, after all, completely emotionless when he wanted to hide his feelings.

Sakura finally turned around, her gaze half lidded. It was time…to start playing her little game. She reached forward, gripping his chin between her delicate fingers. He offered no resistance, only a smirk.

“You’re rather forward, aren’t you?” Itachi drawled, his own gaze half-lidded, dark eyes flitting crimson. “I like that.”

She merely smiled at him, before standing on her tip-toes so she could reach his ear. Her breath was almost chilling, but scalding at the same time as she whispered heatedly. “It’s a shame I couldn’t spend any time with you privately, Ita-kun.” His name came out like a purr, and Itachi swallowed to wet his dry throat. “You seem very sure of yourself.”

And then she nipped his ear, feeling him exhale sharply. “I like that.”

And then she was halfway at the door. “But I’m sure we can arrange for something next time.” Before she closed it completely, however, she looked back. Itachi was standing there, eyes slightly wide, his expression stony. But he was not the one she was looking at. No…instead she was watching Uchiha Sasuke, who stood in the living room doorway, glaring intensely at his brother’s back.

Yes…this game was going to be fun indeed.

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I hope you guys liked it! Yay for sexual tension!

(c) Naruto characters belong to Kishimoto
(c) Forbidden storyline and artwork belong to Lady Hanaka

Forbidden Beginnings: Tomokazu [link]
Forbidden...the Family [you're here!]
Forbidden...Halloween [link]