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Assistant: Title: ItaSaku Week 2K22
        Author: Natarie Natarie 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: Day Four - Devil summoning AU (Oct 27th):One hand cupped his jawline, the other brushing feather-light from the ridge of his nose to the edge of his lips. Letting go of him, she brought a finger to her mouth to lick away what he realized abruptly was his blood.“Nice to meet you. I’m in your care, Uchiha.”
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              Day Four - Devil summoning AU (Oct 27th):One hand cupped his jawline, the other brushing feather-light from the ridge of his nose to the edge of his lips. Letting go of him, she brought a finger to her mouth to lick away what he realized abruptly was his blood.“Nice to meet you. I’m in your care, Uchiha.”
            
        

        
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      One day, maybe my time-management skills won't disappoint me u_u
    

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  Itachi was just beginning to regret not wearing a mask to the storeroom when the coughing started. It was startling every time, great heaving coughs that ripped their way through his chest and left him gasping for breath. Light-headed and dizzy, the small pain in his hand barely registered.


  He flinched at sudden pressure on his face and something warm and wet pressing past his open lips. It circled the confines of his mouth before retreating, and in its wake Itachi sucked in a desperately needed breath of air.


  “Ah,” a voice said, “it’s been a long time since I’ve tasted this particular curse.”


  Reeling and now convinced he was experiencing hallucinations from a lack of oxygen, Itachi opened blurry eyes. There was a woman standing in front of him, dressed like something out of a period piece with trailing sleeves and an elaborate hairstyle. He stared in disbelief at the delusion, scanning from her kanzashi down past the multiple layers of silk to where—he blinked. A normal kimono would almost touch the ground, but hers hit mid-thigh, revealing an expanse of creamy skin.


  The woman smiled at his shock, pink tongue flicking at the corner of her mouth. Her hold on his face tightened and she used her grip to move him as she wanted.


  “There’s the family resemblance!”


  One hand cupped his jawline, the other brushing feather-light from the ridge of his nose to the edge of his lips. Letting go of him, she brought a finger to her mouth to lick away what he realized abruptly was 
  
    his
  
   blood.


  “Nice to meet you. I’m in your care, Uchiha.”

  He might have continued staring indefinitely, convinced he would wake up any minute having passed out on the storeroom floor, if he hadn’t heard a familiar call.


  “Aniki! Aniki? Itachi, where— Hey, what are you doing in here—”


  Sasuke paused in the doorway, his eyes darting back and forth from Itachi to the mystery woman. Itachi had two sudden and conflicting thoughts: Relief that Sasuke wasn’t stumbling over his unconscious body, and concern that Sasuke could 
  
    also
  
   see his hallucination. The unexplained appearance of a person in the storeroom became a lot more concerning if she was real and not just a product of his oxygen-deprived brain.


  He turned to ask any number of questions of the current home invader, and did a double take. Instead of the peculiar kimono she’d been wearing before, the woman was now dressed in shorts and a tank top. The shorts, he noticed absently, were about as revealing as her earlier ensemble.


  A tug at his wrist distracted him from figuring out what to say.


  “Aniki, could I 
  
    talk
  
   to you for a moment.”


  It wasn’t voiced as a question, and Sasuke dragged him closer before he could reply.


  “I can’t believe you,” he hissed. “I know you must get lonely here by yourself, but you didn’t need to— I know people, I could’ve introduced you to someone! 
  
    Shisui
  
   could have introduced you to someone! You didn’t need to 
  
    hire
  
   someone—”


  “Sasuke!” Itachi chided, shocked his brother would even suggest something like that. “I didn’t- Why would you even think…?”


  He threw a quick glance at the woman, part of him embarrassed to be having this conversation in front of an audience, and found her not even pretending to give them the illusion of privacy. When she saw him looking she winked.


  “This is- This is just a, a 
  
    friend
  
  , who I asked to help me go through the storeroom—”


  “Really.” Sasuke was unsurprisingly skeptical. Itachi was still partly convinced this was some new worsening of his symptoms, and his uncertainty colored his explanation.


  “Yes, this is my friend—” on cue, they both turned to look at her. She gave them a little wave and a smile that revealed a flash of bright teeth.


  “Sakura.”


  “My friend,” Itachi confirmed, like this wasn’t new to him, “Sakura.”


  “Right,” Sasuke said, in a tone that implied he was only humoring Itachi. “Well I just came to drop off those papers you wanted. What are you doing in the storeroom, anyway?”


  Itachi blinked, having forgotten his original goal in the wake of mysterious women and distressing brotherly accusations.


  “I was looking for our parents’ wedding portrait.”


  Sasuke’s nose wrinkled. “Why? You know they never liked it.”


  “Maybe, but it seems like a waste to leave it in storage. I thought more photos of them around the house couldn’t hurt.”


  The pinched expression softened into a small smile. “Hn.”


  He sighed and Itachi squeezed his shoulder automatically, both of them leaning into each other for a moment. Sasuke pulled away first, suspicion returning to his eyes.


  “Fine. I was just dropping those off since you asked for them. Have fun with your 
  
    friend
  
  .”


  His brother gave the woman the kind of deeply unimpressed look their father would have been proud of and left. Itachi waited until he heard the distant slamming of a door before he turned to the woman. Unfortunately, she was still there, not having vanished as suddenly as she’d arrived.


  “Who are you?”


  She quirked an eyebrow at him. “I’m Sakura.”


  “No, I mean- What are you doing here? How did you 
  
    get
  
   here? 
  
    Why
  
   did you—” He gestured vaguely at her, feeling increasingly uneasy as he tried to put into words everything odd about her since her appearance.


  “What am I doing here?” Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You summoned me, of course. I’m a demon.”


  That was, that was just ridiculous. A 
  
    demon
  
  ?


  She laughed at whatever his face was doing.


  “Don’t worry, you don’t owe me anything. Your ancestor and I worked out the terms a long time ago.”


  Sakura took a few steps closer. The storeroom was large, but it was very cluttered and there were only a few paths between the boxes and other items. A few steps was all it took to bring her back into his personal space. Itachi was instantly reminded of the aftermath of his coughing fit: the warmth in his mouth followed by the sweet taste of air, and the way she’d indirectly licked his blood from his lips.


  “Why did you wait so long to summon me? The curse has grown very strong. I’m actually surprised you’re still alive.”


  She pressed a hand to his chest, and that pink tongue flashed over her lips again. Itachi tried to take a step back and stumbled on something behind him, only to feel her hand catch and hold at his shirt.


  “Ah, careful. Blood is potent but it’s precious. Wouldn’t want to waste it.”


  The hand on his chest brushed over his shoulder and down to his wrist. He followed the path it took, and startled when he realized there was blood on his hand, old and dried now, that hadn’t been there before. A finger traced over the small rusty stain before withdrawing.


  Itachi glanced at the floor automatically, trying to track where he’d bled. There were a few drops that had clotted over the dirty floor before the trail ended on the ancestral Uchiha memorial tablet.


  “See?” Sakura blew lightly at the stone, unbothered by the cloud it raised. “You called me here.”


  Despite her efforts, the surface was still thick with dust, making the darkened red spots stand out even more.


  “But if the curse was this bad you should’ve called me sooner.”


  She pursed her lips at the filthy stone, then made a swiping movement across its surface. In an instant the stone was clean, dust gone as if it had never existed. Itachi stumbled again, catching himself on a nearby stack of boxes.


  “A demon… you’re a demon?”


  He started patting the things around him until he found something likely to take his weight. The dust in the air was irritating his lungs and he didn’t want to have another fit, not after what happened the first time. Sakura watched him with a frown, fingers tapping absently at the stone.


  “The contract is here if you want to read it.”


  The ancestral tablet had been in their family for a long time. It was an impressive, heavy thing that had lived in the garden for a portion of his and Sasuke’s childhood, supposedly a memorial to their past Clan members. He and Sasuke had used it to make rubbings once, impressed by how deeply it had been carved, but unable to make sense of the illegible shapes. Kaa-san had moved it when she was re-landscaping the garden and it had been in the storeroom ever since, just another looming shadow in a room of other discarded things.


  Sakura’s eyebrows furrowed as her frown deepened.


  “You can’t, can you? That explains… everything, really. No wonder the curse was allowed to grow this strong.”


  Itachi was too conscious of the tickle in the back of his throat, swallowing against it in an attempt to ignore the itch.


  “You keep saying that. What curse?”


  “Your family, the Uchiha, have been cursed for ages. Since before your ancestor made a deal with me.” The woman claiming to be a demon shrugged. “I don’t know the details, but the effects are fairly normal: fertility and health issues; bad luck; accidents; misfortune, general and financial. Minimized if spread across multiple people, but stronger if concentrated in one individual. Without treatment the effects can lead to permanent injury and premature death.”


  Itachi had no reason to believe her, just because she’d done a number of unexplainable things. But he couldn’t help thinking about the single accident that had killed off an entire generation of his family, or the remaining taste of iron in his mouth.


  “But there’s treatment?” —A long list of doctors, specialists, shaking their heads at him as they ordered more tests. All the excuses he’d made to Sasuke to take phone calls without him overhearing. The coughs that grew more severe, more debilitating, despite numerous medications, until blood flecked his trembling hands— “A… cure?”


  “Me, of course.” Her eyes seemed unnaturally green in the dusty haze of the storeroom. “It hurts you, but I think it’s 
  
    delicious.
  
  ”


  Sakura was standing in front of him then, without having crossed any of the space between them. Itachi twitched in surprise at her sudden proximity, knocking his head against the box behind him. In this position she was taller than him, and he was hyperconscious of the dwindling space between them as she leaned closer.


  “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything. This is what I’ve been contracted to do, after all.”


  He flinched when she raised her other hand, finger extended to tap him lightly on the nose.


  “We can start right now.”


  There was a hand on his chest again, resting right over his heart.


  “Shh,” she murmured in response to the rabbiting beat beneath her fingers, “I promise it won’t hurt.”


  The fingers began to trail over his sternum, meandering over creases in his shirt as they wandered lower. Itachi was transfixed, entire body stiff as he stared at the predatory anticipation on Sakura’s face. She was looking 
  
    through
  
   him somehow, and her smile kept getting impossibly wider.


  A shiver ran through his body at the slow creep of fingers, straining lungs protesting. He tried to inhale and his throat 
  
    spasmed
  
  —He’d been holding his breath unconsciously and now the air wouldn’t come.


  “
  
    Breathe
  
  .”


  Warm lips covered his, a firm tongue ignoring his desperate wheezing to invade his mouth. Itachi was distantly aware of a hand batting away his own grasping fingers to massage his throat. Relief flooded him when he inhaled and oxygen followed. Sakura continued kissing him, and he let her, too busy enjoying the sweet rush to care.


  Seconds passed, the hand on his throat stroking in time to the pressure against his lips. Itachi finally cracked his eyes open, only to recoil in shock.


  A black film obscured his sight, preventing him from seeing Sakura. But even as he rubbed at his eyes, the darkness began to fade and he realized the problem wasn’t with his vision. Murky smog swirled between them, seeming to emanate from his chest. He dragged a hand across his sternum and watched in horrified fascination as the movement created swirls in the hazy air.


  Itachi looked up to find Sakura, a question on his lips, and paused when he saw her. She was inhaling deeply from the smoky shadows, eyes fluttering behind closed lids, and her expression...


  Heat flooded his face and he gulped, grateful for the easy drag of oxygen through his lungs.


  The sudden ring of his cellphone was a convenient distraction. Itachi accepted the call without looking at the screen.


  “Hello?”


  “Soooo, what’s this I hear from Sasuke about you 
  
    hiring
  
   a ‘friend?’”


  Shisui’s words reminded him of what he was desperately trying to ignore, and he could feel the blush spread.


  “That’s— I’d 
  
    never
  
  . Sasuke just- I’m allowed to have friends!”


  “
  
    Itachi!
  
  ” Predictably, Shisui sounded delighted. “It’s not like I’ve never been curious, you know? But I’ve never actually tried. You have to tell me 
  
    everything
  
  .”


  “Shisui, I did 
  
    not
  
   hire a prostitute.”


  “Ok, ok, I believe you.”


  His cousin sounded as convinced as Sasuke had been earlier. Itachi sighed into the phone so Shisui could hear.


  “What? Look, it’s not like you’ve been the most social lately. I can understand why Sasuke would think that after showing up to find you in the storeroom with some woman. By the way, the storeroom? You have to admit, that’s kind of weird, Itachi.”


  “You 
  
    know
  
   why I ‘haven’t been social.’” He pressed a hand to his chest, fingers clenching at his shirt.


  “Well, sure, 
  
    I 
  
  know. And I still disagree with you keeping this from Sasuke! But don’t think I didn’t notice you not explaining anything, because I did!”


  Itachi glanced towards Sakura and found her watching him with half-lidded eyes. It was impossible to miss how satisfied she looked, cheeks flushed and lips darkened from kissing.


  “It’s related.” He tore his gaze away from her lips. “I think.”


  “What’s related? You can’t tell me one of your—very attractive, according to Sasuke—doctors decided to make a house call.”


  A pause, where Itachi tried to think of a way to explain demons and curses, and Shisui did what he did best and started to get carried away.


  “
  
    No
  
  . Did you seduce one of your doctors? And then she decided to make a house call? Itachi, you 
  
    dog
  
  . But, wait, why in the storeroom? That’s still really weird.”


  “Shisui,” Itachi sighed into the phone again, longer and louder. “Not everything is a romantic scenario waiting to happen. And that’s not what I meant.”


  "
  I maintain your life would be more exciting if you 
  
    did
  
   treat everything like a romantic scenario waiting to happen! But what did you mean?”


  He looked helplessly towards the demon who’d started everything, as if she might give him an explanation as easily as she’d supplied her name. To his surprise, Sakura reached out and took his phone, only fumbling it briefly before holding it to her ear.


  “Is this Shisui-kun?"


  “YES,” Shisui said on the other end, much too loud. “It sure is! Hi, hello, is this ‘Sakura?’”


  “Hi, Shisui-kun. Why don’t you come over? It will be easier to explain in person.”


  His cousin eagerly agreed, still at an obnoxiously-high volume. Sakura frowned when the line went dead, then shrugged and handed back the phone.


  “Is that… allowed?”


  “My contract is with your family. Any Uchiha can call on me. Which reminds me.”


  She held her hands together for a moment, then offered her spread palms, across which glinted a string of metal


  “It’s inconvenient to only have the contract tablet if you need me. Wear this, and as my primary summoner, I’ll be able to hear you whenever you call me.”


  Itachi took the necklace, already thinking of how much easier it would be to explain to Shisui that he wasn’t crazy if he didn’t have to bleed on an old stone.


  “Thank you, Sakura.”


  The demon smiled, revealing sharp teeth.


  “Don’t thank me yet. I only had a taste earlier. We still have a lot of work to do.”'
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