My One and Only

Chapter 8

Warning: The second part of this chapter is extremely creepy. If you are uncomfortable with reading Non-con situations, skip over the later part of this chapter.

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A gala had been thrown in the palace grounds. It had been his mother's idea. Itachi had no idea where that said mother was at the moment, but he figured she was likely entertaining guests and mingling with her friends.

Itachi had been searching for Sakura for almost the past hour, but still hadn't managed to find her. Of course, the main palace was a large place so he wasn't too worried. He simply patiently continued to walk among the throngs of people, looking for her bright pink head.

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Sakura was currently near a table of delicious-looking pastries. She should probably not take any, her mother had told her to watch her weight. She could have said it nicer, though, she thought irritably. With that thought, she moved away from the pastry table with one last longing look, deciding that even the tastiest sweets in the world were not worth her mother's sharp words if she happened to gain a few pounds.

Sakura wasn't really acquainted enough with anyone here to go up to them and have a conversation. She couldn't go and sit with her parents either because they weren't even here. They had decided to forgo this event and stay instead within the comfort of their own home back in the country. She had only come because she was so nearby, it would almost be an insult to Queen Mikoto if she hadn't bothered to at least showup.

So, with nothing better to do, she ambled around. Sakura found herself in a lonely corridor of the palace with a few paintings hung around for viewing. She interestedly looked around at the paintings and admired some of the prettier ones.

She noticed there was a blonde boy a few years older than her standing in front of one of the more interesting paintings. Paying him no mind,  she stepped closer to the painting so she could see it better, ending up standing right next to him.

 "Hey, aren't you Itachi's little toy, hnn?" He suddenly asked, looking her over.

Sakura abruptly turned to him at being addressed and the blonde boy's eyes zeroed in on her neck. "You are, hnn."

He quickly thrust out his hand and grabbed her lower arm, "I've always wanted to get back at that bastard, hnn, I think I'll do it with you." 

"You're pretty cute too, so it won't be too bad either, hnn." He told her mockingly.

Sakura fearfully stared at him as she attempted to get her arm back. She wasn't strong enough to get out of his grasp, though, and he continued to forcefully drag her.

"Deidara!" An angry voice suddenly shouted.

Itachi had been walking around, still on his mission to find Sakura, when he had stumbled upon Deidara grabbing her. Itachi marched over and grabbed the edge of Deidara's collar.

"Let go of her. Now."

Deidara might've wanted to get back at Itachi, but he wasn't stupid. He hesitantly released his hold on Sakura, only regretting that he had been caught. In the end, he got a punch to the face for his troubles.

Itachi then grabbed Sakura by the opposite arm that Deidara had been holding and went off in the opposite direction. That had been close. All that was going through Itachi's head was that he had to claim her fully before anyone else got any ideas. He wasn't about to let someone else take her from right under his nose. It wouldn't happen.

"Where are we going?" Sakura asked nervously.

"To my bedroom," Itachi answered simply.

Sakura's brows immediately furrowed and her heartbeat accelerated as her stomach squirmed. She was scared of what was about to happen. She held onto the hope that perhaps she was mistaken, but she was likely right. Sakura's relief at Itachi saving her dissipated as he continued to drag her and she suddenly got the distinct feeling of climbing out of a hole, only to fall into another one.

The moment the door to Itachi's room closed and he locked it and she found herself alone with him, her eyes began to tear up.

Grabbing her arm, Itachi walked across the room before sitting on his bed and bringing her to stand between his legs as he held her hips. Sakura felt as though she was going to hyperventilate as he brought his face closer to hers and began to kiss her.

His lips trailed down to her neck before coming back up to her ear. "Forgive me," he whispered gently. Sakura was in no mood to appreciate his apology.

His hand trailed up to her back where he began to unlace her dress. She attempted to back away from him but his arms held her firmly in place. She closed her eyes as she felt the dress slipping off her body.

The tears were now flowing freely down her cheeks as he laid her down on his bed. She suddenly felt claustrophobic as his much larger form hovered above her and closed her in. His hands were everywhere.

She faintly registered him murmuring what she recognized as comforting words to try to get her to calm down. It wasn't exactly working. Her eyes shut tighter and she began to sob harder as she realized his hands were grabbing at her undergarments and tugging at them. She was overcome with embarrassment and a feeling of humiliation, lying there naked before his eyes. She hadn't even noticed when he'd taken his own clothes off.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur. Perhaps because she didn't want to pay attention to what was happening and just wanted it to be over as quickly as possible. She was still crying by the time he finally got off her and went to lay down beside her. He brought her head to rest on top of his chest.

She felt unbearably uncomfortable as she felt her body pressing up against his. Without thinking, she pushed off him and faced her back to him as she scooted over to the end of the bed. She didn't care if he got mad at her, she just needed to get away from him for a moment. She was surprised when he didn't immediately pull her back, but she didn't ponder on it and let her tears lull her to sleep.