Shisui sets Itachi on the porch and places a kiss on his temple. "I'm going to talk to his parents and the Fifth. Everyone needs to know that cunt is back."

"We'll be here," Says Sakura as she guides the omega inside. It's a wonder he's so cooperative as the older alpha had to carry him the entire way.

She debates on the best course of action as she follows him back to the bathroom and watches him climb into the towel cabinet and shut the tiny doors.

"Okay then." She opens them back up to take the towels out, offering her blanket to wrap himself in. The noise he makes tells her he appreciates it.

She goes and starts a pot of coffee, sitting in her bedroom to wait and see if he'll come out when he's calm. A tapping at her window starts and she looks up to see a certain raven haired Uchiha.

When she lets him in, he looks around. "Where the hell is my brother?"

"Bathroom towel cabinet," She says, feeling a little like they're playing Clue. "Leave him alone."

She's peeved when he ignores her and throws open the cupboard. "Itachi, is this where she makes you sleep?"

Her eyes roll. "Don't be a dumbass. He climbed up there because it's next to a vent and hard to get to."

Sasuke turns then. "Aren't you going to do something?"

"This is what I'm doing," She says. "It's all I can do."

At Sasuke's sneer, Sakura replies, "Shisui has gone to talk to the Clan. Everyone is trying to figure this out -- including your parents. I'm making sure Itachi is safe and comforted."

"Do you even give a shit that my brother's rape just got put out there for everyone to see?"

Sakura sighs. He growls as she approaches and wraps him in a hug. He struggles but she keeps him captive until he tires himself out. They sink to the floor and the younger Uchiha brother comes undone.

He sobs silently against Sakura's shoulder as she holds him close.

"It's so fucked up," He gasps. "Why would anyone do this?"

"It's about power and control," Says Sakura. "He doesn't want Itachi to get his life back."

They look above them to find the older Uchiha is peering from the safety of his hiding space.

"He's okay," Says Sakura. "He's worried about you."

"He's not an idiot, Sakura." Says Sasuke as he wipes his face with his sleeve.

"No," She agrees. "But I don't know how much he currently knows."

As if made of molasses, Itachi works his way out of the cabinet very, very slowly. Sliding between them to rub his cheek against Sasuke's and the raven haired alpha closes his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Itachi-nii."

xXx

"How is he?" Asks Shisui when he returns.

"Sleeping," Says Sakura. "I'm surprised he isn't doing his regular Escape Routine."

"Why would he?" Says Sasuke. "Don't omega stay close to their alpha when in distress?"

"He is definitely not a regular omega," Says Shisui. "So he gets a little unpredictable."

There's a pause as Shisui steps back to the bathroom to greet his omega. "Sakura!" He shouts as the pink haired alpha starts to think it's been quiet a little too long. "Sakura, I need you right now!"

They rush to the room and Sakura is grateful for years of medical training. The water in the tub is an orangey red, fizzing with what Sakura thinks is one of her bath bombs. Her safety razors are broken so Itachi could access the blades embedded.

Shisui is absolutely panicking as the drenched omega lies unconscious in his lap.

"He really went for it," Says Sasuke behind her. "Holy shit, he really went for it."

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She pushes her chakra inside. The wound has already started to clot so she focuses on stabilizing him as he hangs on the precipice of his organs shutting down. Then on encouraging more blood platelets to form to replace what he's lost.

Shisui strokes his hair as they wait. "There aren't any marks on his arms."

"I don't know how he did it," Says Sakura, "But he got the saphenous vein."

"How does he do anything?" Asks Shisui. They both laugh but it's through their tears. "What is that in the tub?"

"It's--" Her throat clogs with another onset of tears. "It's a bath bomb."

"Should we remove it before it detonates?" Asks Sasuke.

"It's not an actual weapon," She says. "It emits herbs and oils once it hits the water."

She and Shisui work together to dry him off and wrap him in a towel. She leans against the older alpha and he lies his head atop hers.

"So he wanted to..." The raven haired Uchiha breaks off. Takes a moment to catch his breath. "Smell nice when he...?"

"It was probably so he could feel like Sakura was nearby so he'd be less scared as he went." Says Shisui as he sniffs. His eyes are wet but Sakura finds he's holding it together remarkably well.

She doesn't know how long they sit there in silence. Shisui's arm creeps up and around her shoulders and she returns the gesture in kind, wrapping an arm around his waist.

She distantly hears Sasuke shift behind her as he comes closer and Shisui snags him, drawing the younger Uchiha under his arm. His fingers tangle in silken strands as he pulls Sasuke's head against his chest.

xXx

"I think Sasuke was right," Says Sakura as she gazes into her steaming mug of chamomile tea. "I think Itachi is out of my league."

"Don't say that," Says Shisui. "We didn't know--"

"But I should have, Shisui! I should have expected that but I left him alone like an idiot and we almost lost him because I was careless."

The dark haired alpha taps his short nails against his own mug. It vaguely reminds Sakura of a metronome. "At least we know what we're expecting, now."

"I sent in the paperwork to transfer him to a more experienced rehabilitator." She says.

"What?" Says Shisui. "What about the psychological effects of breaking bonds?"

"He'll have you," She says. "So it'll make the transition easier. Plus, he was never going to be fully bonded with me, anyway."

"Sakura," Stutters Shisui. "Sakura don't do this."

"I'm sorry, Shisui. I really think I'm out of my depth here."

"But I don't want my omega in the hands of anyone else!" He says. "You're the only one the Clan and I trust not to completely fuck this up."

"But I did!" Screams Sakura as she stands, slamming her palms on the table and leaning forward on them.

Even without his sharingan, he's tracking her movements. His expression is one she can't parse and has never seen on him before. It's startlingly serious. Quietly angry. Deceptively calm. "I'm not going to let you escape so easily."

"Look," She says. "Maybe you can come over and we can hang out sometimes. But this is done. Itachi is too much omega." She scoffs. "Or maybe I'm not enough alpha. It doesn't matter."

"This is your last warning," He says.

"Or what?" She asks him. The tapping on his mug abruptly stops. Sakura realizes it's been wearing on her nerves, matching the intensity of his chakra.

His form is graceful when he stands. Even across the table, he towers over her. Shunshin no Shisui. The Uchiha powerhouse who had outmatched nearly everyone in his clan. A master of the Mangekyou.

And she had pissed him off.

"Fuck around and find out, I guess."

Sakura concludes it's an empty threat. She's the Godaime's Apprentice, a well respected medic, and a high-ranking Kunoichi.

He wouldn't dare jeopardize his family. Or his reputation.

She decides to move to the living room but he blocks her in the doorway, step for step. "I'm serious, Sakura."

"So am I," She says. "You're being a dick." She channels chakra to her hands and shoves him. He takes two steps back, enough that she can squeeze past his wiry frame.

His fingers are rough when they grab her arm and she twists, cocking back her fist but he catches it. Something in his hand crunches and Sakura briefly feels guilty. The guilt vanishes when he steps into her space and she pushes back, refusing to be cowed in her own home.

He bears down on her and she rises up to meet him, bare feet sliding on the carpet. His dark eyes turn sly. He lets go and she loses her balance enough for him to grab her by the shirt and haul her to him.

She thinks he's pretty fucking brave to be kissing her. Her fingers go for his groin but he grabs her wrist, redirecting them into his hair and she grips it hard enough a few strands come loose. He makes a noise that she feels more than hears while pressed tightly against him from thighs to chest.

His hand slides from her wrist to her arm and down her back to her ass. She sinks her teeth into his bottom lip when he gives it an almost painful squeeze. The taste and smell of blood, accompanied by the musky, earthy scent from Shisui's skin makes her light-headed.

He shifts their position, throws her back onto the kitchen table and the breath is knocked from her lungs as he yanks at her shorts. She kicks them and her underwear off, gripping his throat in her hands as he hilts himself in one, smooth motion.

Sakura cries out. She doesn't care who can hear her as she meets his thrusts. "I'm going to--" Her back arches, fingers constricting tighter around his neck. "fucking kill you."

"Do it," He gasps. His teeth sink into her shoulder as his hips piston. The table complains under their weight and Sakura pants, fingers trembling as her thighs lock around his waist.

He's thick enough and at such an angle that every bruising stroke brings her closer to the edge. Her nails rake down his back, drawing blood and leaving welts as she's rocked by her climax.

"Now I'm going to get mine," He says. His palm slams down against the bleeding bitemark on her shoulder and she hisses from the pain of being so roughly pinned. The sound of their heavy breaths and skin on skin is all she can hear, all she can think about as his other hand clamps like a vice on her hip.

His hips finally stutter, head tilting back and lips parting as his thrusts gradually slow. Then he rests his full weight on her, almost crushing her beneath him.

Sakura tries to push him off so she can catch her breath but she's too tired.

"Look at that," He says. The Shisui she's used to coming to the surface. "I still have my nuts."