Shisui wakes to the sound of glass shattering and realizes it isn't Sakura in the futon beside him.

Every attempt his wife made to be physical, he'd rebuffed. He'd been biding his time, looking for loopholes to get out. Consummating their marriage would make it more complicated and even the thought of it felt like a betrayal to the trio waiting for him to return.

"Oh," Says Izumi. "Hey Kimi-chan."

"Y-you bitch!" The woman picks up one of the unbroken ceramic cups, chucking it at the brunette with all the might a civilian woman can muster.

Izumi leans to the left, dodging it by a hair and it shatters against the wall behind her. The raven haired woman vanishes down the hall and the front door slamming echoes through the house.

"Well," He says. "That was mean and unnecessary."

She straddles him in one smooth motion. "Maybe she'll release you on infidelity."

"Maybe," He says. It isn't as though he cares now. With Itachi showing open hostility and kicking him out, his relationship with both is effectively over.

He left his ring on Sakura's nightstand.

Izumi's hands are cold and rough on his skin but he ignores them. "Was I wrong?"

"What do you think?" She asks as she lies breast to chest on him, cheek rubbing against his neck. The pendant on her necklace is like ice between them.

"I'm asking you," He says.

"I'm apparently sick," She retorts. "So my opinion doesn't count."

He sighs. Her cheek rubs against his and he closes his eyes. She smells like soft grass at the peak of summer.

She rises up and he puts his arm over his face, hiding it in the crook of his elbow.

It's Sakura's voice that whispers his name as he's enclosed. He doesn't move, letting her do all the work as she bears down.

They'd done this once before when he'd been consumed by his rut. She'd taken Sakura's form to tease him and he'd immediately screamed his release. He'd never had a knot last that long in his entire post-puberty life.

That was when he'd realized he had feelings. It haunted him after but he'd ignored it until the day she tried to cut him off.

"Haa," Whispers Sakura's voice but it's a little too deep.

The body astride him isn't as tight due to the likelihood that she'd slept with someone a day or two before and the way she moves is completely different down to fingertips and rippling muscle.

"Touch me," She whispers. He finds himself frustrated because Izumi's perception of his woman is wrong. It breaks his immersion into the illusion. It reminds him that he shouldn't be here, inside of his best friend, and Sakura likely no longer wants to see him.

It's destroying him. He's angry with himself. Ashamed that he'd let one small alpha with pink hair and two omega own him so thoroughly that their bond unraveling, paired with Itachi's sudden rejection, makes it hard for him to function.

He just wants to be close to them again.

She can tell he's lost in his own head because she grabs his hand and presses it against her chest. Her breast is too big in his palm, they're pert and symmetrical. Of course, there's no way for the brunette to know one is slightly larger than the other. Most wouldn't notice, and Sakura had gone out of her way to keep it a secret.

Her hand guides his downwards and he obliges.

She gasps his name, folds clamping down and he groans softly. She pulls off and his arousal lies, aching and heavy, against his hip.

"Oh. You didn't...?" Says Izumi.

He shakes his head, pulling her down against his chest.

"Did you want to?" She asks.

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"Nah," He says. "I'm good."

Her confusion is tangible but he isn't concerned. Her fingertips touch his bottom lip. "I'm kinda mad, honestly."

"Oh?" He says.

"You didn't want to share me. But you didn't even blink at being in a Happy Little Triad with them."

"Probably because it was a triad," He says. "I didn't have to worry about them falling head over heels for only each other and then running away together -- At least, I fucking thought I didn't."

She scoffs. "You thought I'd fall for someone else and ditch you?"

"I've seen you do it twice a month with other men for the entirety of our friendship."

"Okay," She concedes. "But those are normies. You get me."

"You're ridiculous," He says.

Sasuke steps into view down the hall. "Yeah, he's--" Their eyes meet. His mouth opens and closes before he turns to whomever is with him. "Not here. I thought he was but we must've just missed him."

"Yeah okay, Sasuke," Says Sakura as she pushes past him and Shisui can hardly swallow his panic. "You can't lie for shit."

"Hey, Sakura." Calls Izumi from her cross-legged position on the futon as the younger woman comes to Shisui's bedroom at the end of the hall.

He's just finished gathering the ceramic onto the tray.

The Godaime's apprentice is looking at them with an expression he can't parse. He thinks she heard the frantic shuffling of clothes but holds his breath.

"Izumi?" Says Sakura as she comes closer and stands in the doorway, just on the other side of the tray full of broken glass and cold tea. "Why the hell do you look like me?"

Shisui looks back over his shoulder. Sure enough, she'd forgotten the henge.

Fuck.

"Shisui was rehearsing his apology," She says. Her voice is still pitched wrong.

Sakura crosses her arms, bare foot making its presence on the tea tray and risking a nasty injury. Her dainty toenails are painted powder blue. "How's that going?"

"He sucks," Izumi replies. This time, her voice is her own.

"I'm sure he does." Sakura says and he chances a glance up to measure her expression only to immediately meet her eyes. He swallows when their gazes lock but his spit sticks in his throat and his mouth is dry. She's been staring at him the entire time and there's something in her eyes and the set of her lips that makes him actually afraid. She's in the perfect position to knee him in the face.

Still, he doesn't dare move, let alone breathe.

"Izumi," Says Sakura. "Can I get a minute, please?"

"Sure," She's quick to stand and meander down the hall to Sasuke, who's still awkwardly hanging around.

As if the world has been slowed to half time, Sakura moves her foot and crouches down in front of him. Her voice is that first gale of wind before the storm hits. "You didn't even wait a week."

How she knows is beyond him. Maybe he's got guilt on his face. Perhaps it's Izumi's scent on his neck. But that hadn't been anything new. It was something they'd done throughout his time with Sakura. A reassurance that even though he'd paired with someone, they were still close.

Sakura had seen her do it in the past and was unbothered.

"I didn't expect that you would come back," He whispers. It's ruined his appetite. His dreams are of them and anything that smells remotely like them sends him reeling. He'd reaffirmed his bond with them as much as he could but the time he'd spent away was too much in comparison.

"Well," She says. "Here I am, asshole."

"Are you going to stay -- Knowing what you know?"

Her hands push up under his shirt, wrists dragging along his slides. "Don't you ever fuck up like that again." Her tone is authoritative. The voice of a skilled medic, strong alpha, and danger. "Or your life will be unending, inescapable misery."

"I kind of like the sound of that," He says.

Her expression is one of warning, nails digging into the space just beneath his ribs. "I'm serious, Shisui."

"So am I," He whispers.

She kisses him as her nails continue their onslaught. It's starting to burn but he welcomes it. "And I will give Izumi a slower death than drying paint." His skin breaks around the nail of her index finger and he shivers at the ticklish feeling that comes with his blood running down his side.

"Don't you ever doubt me," She says as her fingers come away from him. His life force has made its home in her nail beds and his breath quickens. She tugs at his shirt and he's quick to pull it off.

He can't look away when her tongue swipes over the red rivers that have trailed down smooth flesh. "I won't," He says. "Thank you."

His blood is glistening on her mouth like lipgloss and he wants to taste her but she yanks back, eyes cold. "If," She says. "You want me, I expect you to act like it."

"What do you want?" He asks, embarrassed by how quickly the words topple from his tongue.

She can have his blood. His body taken apart. She can take his omega from him. She can even withdraw from the promise she'd made months ago. He's coming to a point where she could pull his eyes out with no anesthetic and he might actually be fine with that as long as she still wants him. As long as she will still wait around for him.

The way she leans forward, green eyes predatory, teeth glinting in the sunlight pushing through the windows, makes him think she wants it all. That she simultaneously wants to break and possess him. "I want--"

Something explodes nearby. Izumi pokes her head out around the hall, "We've got incoming."

He stands and Sakura mirrors him. "Don't go."

"Sakura," He says. "That's my family."

"So am I," She reminds him.

He's bound. Torn between his kin and his batshit, scorned woman whom he is now indebted to.

There's yelling and he forces himself to sit, struggles against every piece that screams to him that he should be out there, with his Clan.

"Okay," She says. "Now you can go."

His head tilts as it occurs to him that she'd just full on tested his loyalty. She wanted to see how far he'd go to make it right between them.

He realizes he's willing to lose it all. He'd started trying to prepare himself to sit by mentally and emotionally while his family cried out for his help.

And he realizes Sakura would never actually ask him to.

She steps out of his way before falling into step beside him. Izumi is already at the forefront with Sasuke.

Danzou has sent ROOT to wipe them out in a last ditch attempt