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title Drawing summary The shape of all the things that make up you pairing itasaku, tobisaku, hot messes

Sakura collapsed into the backseat of the unfamiliar car. Raking her tangled hair out of her eyes, she coughed. The sudden blast of warm air clogged up her throat. Sucking in a breath through her teeth, she checked herself for injuries. Ran her hands over her thighs, up inside her dress. Raised her fingers to her cheeks, flinched. Her left fingertips were red.

“It’s just a graze,” she heard Itachi panting beside her. Her head jerked up.

Itachi leaned forward, rapping his knuckles against the partition. The tinted glass slid down.

“Are you alright, Kumicho?” the driver asked.

“Drive,” Itachi ordered. Curt. The driver grunted and pulled onto the road.

Itachi settled back in the seat. He sucked down a few more breaths before he turned to face Sakura. He reached for her face. She brushed him off.

“Let me see,” he insisted, reaching again. Glaring, she let him cup her uninjured cheek in his palm. His thumb barely grazed outside the hurt.

“Those bastards. I’ll make them pay,” she stated. Itachi lowered his hands, almost smiling as he watched her dig in her pockets. She fumbled with her gun. Clicking her tongue, she tossed it on the floor to free up her hand. She finally grasped a stray cigarette in her pocket, shoved it into her mouth. Itachi held out his lighter for her again.

After she had taken a few drags, she cracked the back window open. She tapped the ash out. Crossed her left arm over her middle.

“Where are we going?” she inquired.

“Somewhere safe. I imagine you don’t want the police on us,” replied Itachi. He turned his hand over, checking his glove for tears. Sakura hummed. She found her phone, still somehow in her pocket after running for two blocks. No new texts or calls. Fighting back the knot of worry in her stomach, she dialed a number.

The line rang three times. Then went dead. She tried another number. No answer there either. Dialed someone else, fingers shaking. Swore when it went straight to voicemail.

She started when Itachi’s hands took hers. He pushed her phone down into her lap.

“Hey.”

She tried to yank free of his grip.

“Hey,” he said again. Her chin jerked up. She glared with all her might at him. Hating his calm face, that look of understanding.

“It’s going to be okay. Your guys aren’t weak enough to die like this,” Itachi assured her.

She hated even more how comforting his voice was. How the corners of her eyes began to sting.

“Pok gaai,” she hissed. Because there was nothing else she could say.

Itachi held on, unflinching as she continued to swear at him. In Japanese, then Cantonese, then in English. Cycling through every abuse she could dredge up in her scrambled mind.

“You’re the worst,” Sakura whispered, turning her head away.

“Okay,” replied Itachi, hands tightening around hers.

When the car finally stopped, Itachi was still holding her hands. As the door opened, Sakura wrenched free from his grip. She picked her gun off the floor, whirling around to aim it directly at the door.

“Uh...” Sasori uttered, staring down the barrel.

“Oh. Just you,” sighed Sakura, lowering the weapon.

Sasori took in her bloody cheek. The white fur coat that was now stained grey and black. Her hair sweaty and ruffled. Hand on top of the car, Sasori peered in at Itachi too. Found him similarly disheveled.

“Either something very fun just happened or...” Sasori trailed off when Sakura raised the gun again. Sasori lifted his hands.

“Alright. Not that then,” he said. He took a step back, and then another.

“Please, Jing-Mei. I’d prefer if you didn’t have that out in my home,” Itachi requested. He got out of the car, looping around to stand at her door. He peered in at her the same way Sasori had. But he smiled, holding out his hand.

“Your home?” she repeated. She ducked deeper into the car, instantly wary.

“It’s certainly safer than your club is right now,” remarked Itachi. She glowered. He laughed.

“I’m sorry. But it’s cold out here. Come inside,” he insisted, pushing his hand closer. Scrutinizing his expression, she took his hand. Let him draw her out of the car, onto her feet.

The kanji for Uchiha hung next to the front gate of his home. It was a huge building, encircled by a tall wooden fence. Itachi led her in through the gate. The pathway was lined with men each standing straight. They bowed together, hands on their thighs.

“Welcome home!” they chorused.

“Boss, who’s the woman?”

“Boss brought home a lady!”

“Are you alright, Miss?”

The last question caught her off-guard. One of the men standing by the door had spoken. He was a great deal taller than the rest, with bright orange hair. The open button of his shirt revealed parts of an intricate tattoo. He smiled, eyes crinkling.

“Oh, you’re injured. Boss, what happened?” he then asked, reaching for her.

Whipping her gun out of her coat, she aimed it at his left eye.

“Don’t. touch. me,” she ground out.

A stunned silence fell over the men. Some of them twitched, as if to draw their weapons. Or to pounce on the crazed woman. But with no direction from their kumicho, they hung there. Lost. Because Itachi just stood their, smiling at her like a madman.

“Ah, then you must be the infamous Haruno Sakura. Pardon me, Madame Red Pole,” the man amended, dipping his head. “I’m Juugo.”

Eyes narrowing, Sakura glanced around. Met Itachi’s gaze. Froze as she wondered why he was smiling.

“Nii-san!”

A little boy darted out, barefoot. A yakuza tripped out of the door after him.

“Waka!” he called.

The boy ran all the way down the path, straight towards Itachi. Sakura crammed her gun back into her pocket.

Itachi scooped the child up in his arms.

“Sasuke,” he scolded, voice stern, “How many times have I told you to wear shoes before you come outside?” The boy wilted.

“Go on. Tell Dosu that you’re sorry,” Itachi directed, putting the boy back down. Hands crumpling the bottom of his shirt, Sasuke shuffled back towards the house. He glanced back at Itachi, who only stared, arms folding over his chest. Sasuke faced forward again. Bowing, he mumbled out an apology.

“So sorry, Boss. I’ll put him to bed,” Dosu huffed, motioning for Sasuke to come back inside. Itachi nodded. And then he turned to Sakura. Considering her face, he touched her cheek with the back of his hand.

“It doesn’t look like the bleeding is stopping soon. I can call a doctor for you,” Itachi offered. She moved back from his hand, eyes warning him too.

“I’ll be quite alright. Once things settle down, I’m going back,” she stated, voice slow and low. Itachi glanced back toward his home.

“Well, at least wait inside,” he suggested. Then eyed her hand still stuffed into her coat pocket.

“My only rule is that you not take that out in front of my brother. He’s only six,” Itachi added.

Holding his gaze, she pulled her hand out. Raised it to show that it was empty.

“Fine.”

Tobirama kicked the door down. Hands in his pockets, cigarette smoldering between his lips.

“Oi! Who do you think y-” one of the goons exclaimed, running at him. Tobirama landed a solid kick in the chest. Knocking the wind out of him. Scoffing, he stepped over the wheezing body in the foyer. More came running and he handled each with another smooth dodge and set of kicks. He smeared blood onto the floor as he clomped straight into the house.

“Jing-Mei!” he called.

Slammed a door open. Froze.

“Didn’t expect to find me in the first room you looked, huh?” Sakura guessed, measuring his expression.

She sat, legs tucked underneath her. Her sooty, bloody fur coat slipping off her shoulders. Sighing, she turned her head away to look out the window.

“I hope you brought one for me,” she then asked. Tobirama blinked.

“A smoke,” clarified Sakura, turning back to him. She pointed at his mouth. Tobirama pulled his cigarette out between his thumb and pointer finger. He exhaled and it was the color of his hair.

“Ah. No, they’re in the car,” he replied. Rolling her eyes, she opened her mouth, just a little. Tobirama grimaced. Still, he leaned over to slip the cigarette between her lips. His thumb pressed against her lower lip. She kissed his fingers as he drew back.

“Needy as always, Jing-Mei. You take all my smokes and now you need me to rescue you. It’s not like you to get kidnapped,” Tobirama remarked, smug.

“There he is! Get him!”

Several men burst into the hallway from outside. Seeing the door wide open, they raced into the room, shoes tracking mud inside. They froze when they saw that Sakura had her gold Desert Eagle out. Her fingers stroking the diamond-studded sides lovingly. Her eyes twitched toward the door when she heard someone run away, probably to go tell Itachi. And then she focused back on Tobirama.

“Diu lei. I don’t fucking need rescuing, you shit. Especially not from you,” she replied, icy smile stretching her mouth. She kept her gun pointed at his throat. Tobirama took a step towards her.

“Then why would you be here with the yakuza if you’re not being held prisoner?” challenged Tobirama, matching her expression. He took another step. The barrel of the gun pressed against his adam’s apple. His eyes narrowed into slits, squinting at her through the haze of smoke.

“Well then why don’t you tell me why I saw the shooters driving one of your cars, Tobirama?” she demanded in turn. The smirk disappeared.

“Jing-Mei, you don’t think that I-” Tobirama stopped talking when he heard her gun cock.

“You stand to gain a lot with me gone. You know enough to have a big advantage against Kabuto,” she listed. Instead of running like any sane man, Tobirama grasped her upper arms. Closing his eyes, he let out a long breath.

“So you’ll kill me just in case?”

But then she pulled her gun away.

“I”m assuming that you’re too smart to send men with your plates. So it probably wasn’t you,” Sakura said. She thought, eyes unfocusing for a moment.

“Any of your cars get stolen recently?” she asked. The way his eyes narrowed answered her question. She pushed him back with a light hand against his chest. She tucked her gun into the front of her dress, fixing her coat and hair as best as she could. Tobirama gestured to her cheek.

“I know,” she replied. And then she pulled the folds of her coat aside to reveal her right ankle, purple and swollen.

“This is why I wanted Tenten or Sai- not you. Carry me,” she ordered, holding her arms out. Tobirama’s face darkened. His head whipped around so that he could glare at Itachi standing in the door, surrounded by his men. The accusation flying from his eyes like knives. Sakura punched him in the shoulder.

“I twisted it running in heels, you shithead. Now help me up,” snapped Sakura.

Still glowering, Tobirama wrapped his arms around her. Lifted her up easily. She linked her hands behind his shoulders. Just to be nice, she plucked the cigarette from her mouth and placed it in his.

“Thanks,” she whispered. Tobirama glared at her in response.

And then Sakura finally looked at Itachi standing in the doorway. He was unsmiling, unsurprising given that Tobirama had just broken into his house and injured a few people.

“Sorry about the ruckus, daai lou. Send the hospital bill my way,” she offered. But Itachi’s frown didn’t waver.

“You should have said if you were hurt.”

Sakura smiled.

“Why? What would you have done? Kissed it better?” she replied.

And then Tobirama walked out, his shoulders tense under her hands. Several of the Uchiha-gumi’s men snarled at them as they walked past. But without the kumicho’s okay, they didn’t dare strike. As they made their way down the front path, the front door opened. Tobirama didn’t stop walking. Only Sakura saw the little head that poked out.

“Bye-bye, Nee-chan. Come play again!” Sasuke called after her, waving. There was stumbling and crashing from inside the house, and then a pair of hands yanked Sasuke back inside.

“Waka! Please stop running around!” someone scolded.

Sakura stared back at the house, her cheek in her hand.

She gave Tobirama directions to Karin’s little clinic. Slumped in the seat, staring down at her forearms in her lap.

“Who told you?” she asked as Tobirama pulled onto the highway. The streetlights flashed past. The light and dark filling and emptying the car at intervals.

“Your boy Charlie Lau called me. Said he wasn’t in the club when it happened,” grunted Tobirama, one hand on the steering wheel. The other on the gear shift.

“That’s because I sent him to tail Mad Dog,” she replied.

“Smart.”

By the time they arrived at the clinic, Tenten and Sai were already there. Sakura spotted Deidara in the corner, holding an ice pack to his head. Two of the newer recruits sat beside him, faces peppered with bandages but looking otherwise unharmed. They scrambled to their feet when she entered. And then paled when Tobirama entered after her.

“I was wearing kevlar this time, Boss, yeah,” Deidara bragged with a crooked grin. She pulled his hand off his head to reveal a sizable lump.

“Doc says I’m not even concussed. I’ll be alright,” he assured her. Sakura lowered the ice pack back onto the injury. With a light push on his chest, she made him sit again.

“Tenten and Sai?” she asked, already walking away.

“In the back with the doc,” Deidara called after her.

The clinic only had two exam rooms. It was such a tiny place wedged in a random alley. As she pushed the door open, all conversation stopped. She could see the barrel of Tenten’s gun peering out past the curtain.

“Well, looks like they didn’t manage to get rid of you,” she remarked.

Someone shoved the curtain aside, revealing Tenten sitting on the narrow bed. Karin sat in the stool beside her, holding gauze between her forceps. She glared at Sakura.

“Do you have any idea what time it is, Haruno? Waking me in the middle of the night for this. And fuck, you’re hurt too?” grumbled Karin. She dabbed particularly hard at Tenten’s leg, making her swear.

Sai raised a hand from the other bed in the narrow room. His face was covered with an ice pack.

“Are you blind now, Sai?” Sakura asked. He waved his hand.

“No, Boss. Just got headbutted real hard. I feel like I’m always getting hit in the face,” he grumbled.

“It’s because you’ve got a punchable face,” Tenten replied, cheery. Her chuckles broke off when the doctor dabbed at her shoulder again. Sakura crossed the room. Crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the bed frame as she watched Karin work.

“You got any bullets in you?” asked Sakura.

“Got grazed once or twice. Nothing serious. You hurt your ankle, Boss?” Tenten replied, her forehead wrinkling. Sakura shrugged.

“I think I might have rolled it. Also I got grazed too so I guess we’re matching,” replied Sakura, turning her head to show off her cheek. Tenten grinned.

“Quit copying me, Boss,” she teased. And then froze completely when she saw Tobirama looming in the doorway.

Karin finished up with Tenten and patched Sakura up too. And she grumbled and glared all while wrapping up her swelling ankle. Tenten had moved to sit in the doctor’s chair to make room for Sakura on the bed. She spun around, wary eyes hardly leaving Tobirama.

“So, there’s a possibility that this is Mad Dog’s doing. The timing is all extremely convenient,” conjectured Sakura. Tenten’s gaze darted warily towards the door a few times.

“Oh, yes, there’s a possibility that it’s the Chrysanthemum gang. I’ve considered that,” she replied to Tenten’s unvoiced question.

“It could also just be the Red Arrow boys stirring up shit again, Boss,” Sai offered, ice pack still blocking his vision. Tenten nodded, looking back at Sakura now.

“Not to mention the Japanese. I haven’t exactly made friends with everyone here,” she mused.

“You could say that again,” muttered Tenten.

“For now, I’ll tell Tommy to take over tailing Mad Dog. Sai, I want you looking into what Kabuto’s been up to. And Tenten, I’m going to need you to ask around Yokohama for some leads,” Sakura directed, wincing as Karin slapped a bandage over the stitches in her cheek. She then looked at Tobirama still standing in the doorway.

“I promised you Charlie. Find York and get the hell out of here,” she said. Tobirama didn’t say anything. But he nodded.

“What about you, Boss?” asked Sai.

“I’m going to see if I can get anything out of the yakuza in this area. Look out, Doc. You might get a little busy.”

“Yeah, no thanks,” retorted Karin.

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