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Why He Stayed	By : Phishouttawatta Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Sakura's grip didn't wane. Even with her extensive injury, the gaping hole in her chest, she held on tight. She kept her eyes on him, silently daring him to try to shake her loose and secretly pleading for him not to.
"Itachi, let's go!" she hear one of the Akatsuki call. But Itachi didn't move. He kept looking down at her, no readable expression on his face. His scarlet sharingan blazed into her eyes. She was almost hypnotized by his gaze.
"Itachi!" she heard again. But his gaze never wavered, nor did he acknowledge his teammates. He was debating with himself. He didn't know whether to leave or to take her with him. He had no obligations to this dying woman, and yet, he felt that he did owe her. Not that that was the reason why he stayed. He was Uchiha Itachi, and he felt no remorse for killing, and he certainly didn't take pity or feel compassion for this worshipper of his brother. And yet he stayed.
Slowly, he turned and knelt beside her. She didn't remove her grasp. She didn't know what he was planning on doing. Was he kneeling to finish her off? If he even got anywhere near her wound, if she saw the flash of a kunai, she would die with the knowledge that she would tug on his clothing, effectively stripping him. It was not the pleasure of seeing his body before she died. No, that thought never crossed her mind. She just hoped that his teammates, or at least one, would never let Itachi live down the fact that he had been stripped by a woman that did not intend to sleep with him.
Equally as slow as his original movements, one of his hands went underneath her knees, while the other went just beneath her shoulder blades. Cradled in his arms, Itachi hugged her to his chest and shot upwards into the canopy, the rest of the Akatsuki following close behind without question. Sakura almost snuggled into his stangely comfortable embrace, but she resisted the urge. Itachi was not one of her beloved teammates, or her friend. He was a criminal who just happened to scoop her up and carry her off.
They flew through the trees; Itachi ran fluidly. He ran so smoothly, in fact, that Sakura could neither feel nor hear his feet come into contact with the boughs of the trees.
The group was moving swiftly. To where, Sakura didn't know, nor could she judge from her surroundings. All she could see was black and a small hint of red. Then again, she was staring at his chest. She didn't know where else to look. She didn't want to look up at his face, but she did anyway. His resemblance to Sasuke was alarming. Well actually, Sasuke resembled Itachi. Itachi was brought into the world first. There were a few differences. For one, there was something that made his face seemed more defined, probably due to the little lines that traveled from the corner of his eyes diagonally down to about to the inner edge of his cheek bone. He also had longer hair, and it wasn't the color that Sasuke had. Sasuke's was like a midnight black, and shone almost blue in the light, while Itachi's was more of a smokey black. His eyelashes were much longer that Sasuke's, and his Sharingan always showed. She had to admit, he was one of the most handsome of men she had ever seen, not that she would ever admit that out loud. But she would worry about that later. What Sakura wanted most at that moment was sleep.
Sakura's eyes fluttered open.
"Oh, finally awake?" a mocking voice asked. Sakura looked to her right. There sat a member of the Akatsuki.
'The one that looks like Ino,' inner Sakura remarked, and Sakura reminded her inner self that this was the man that sat on Gaara's chest, certainly not someone she would want to associate in any positive fashion, i.e. with her oldest friend. Sakura so did not want to be in the same room with this guy. Sakura attempted to rise, but was stopped by an incredible pain in her chest.
"Ow," she groaned through clench teeth. The man pocked her in the chest none to gently, resulting in Sakura slumping back down onto the bed.
"I wouldn't sit up just yet, yeah. I just finished changing your dressings." Sakura glared at him, trying to ignore the pain in her chest.
"How long have I been out?" she asked after a reluctant silence, the need for information outweighing her dislike of conversation with Deidara. She felt like she had been hit by a chidori...she winced...yes, that's right...she had.
"A few days, but you would wake up while I was cleaning your wounds, but you never once cried out. You are a tough one, yeah." Sakura snorted, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"If I were so tough, I wouldn't have been captured by your scrawny arms and let that oversized fish suck out all of my chakra," she said harshly. She looked over to the blond next to her and saw an indignant scowl on his face. Sakura felt a teeny twinge of guilt. He had been caring for her injuries, and she was sure that he was the one who suggested that they not show her to Itachi. She could tell by his odd speech pattern which habituated him to end his sentences with "yeah."
The blonde collected his things with a grunt and stood, walking towards the door of the room.
"Wait!" Sakura called, sitting up quickly, but instantly regretting it as pain once again shot through her torso. She bit her tongue in order to keep from yelping in pain, but kept her self sitting.
"Wait, please. Come back. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." she said, panting slightly with the pain. The blonde fixed her with a level gaze and smirked. He went and sat at her bedside once again.
"I guess I can't blame you. You did receive a gaping hole in your chest thanks to me and my teammates, yeah. It seems that you deserve to insult me, okay?" he said. Sakura offered a weak laugh, not sure how to react to his personality, which was not at all what she had expected.
"Deidara," the blonde said, offering his hand. Sakura took it a shook it, not mentioning to him that she already knew exactly who he was. She had, after all, killed his partner.
"Sakura," she answered. Deidara, glanced toward the doorway and shifted his body towards it, releasing Sakura's hand.
"Itachi." Itachi stood in the doorway, backlit by the light coming from behind the doorway until he stepped into Sakura's dark room.
"So you are awake," he said, choosing not to answer Deidara except to send him a nod. Sakura looked at him as if to say 'duh.'
"Hai," she said looking at him. She didn't know what else to say. What do you say to one of the most famous s-class criminals, killer of his whole clan, of Orochimaru, and of Sasuke? He gave her and Deidara a curt nod, and turned to leave.
"It wasn't a mercy killing, was it?" Sakura hadn't even realized she had thought the words before they came spilling from her mouth. His head slowly turned, his eyes finding hers. Sakura nearly gasped at the intensity of Itachi's sharingan as he held her gaze and then continued to leave the room. Suddenly feeling exhausted, Sakura flopped back down onto her pillow with a sigh and shut her eyes. Deidara studied her, her pink tresses falling on the pillow, her breathing long and deep. She was a beautiful kunoichi. It was a shame that he was not a medic nin because she will have a bad scar on her chest, not to mention on her back. He was brought out of his musings by Sakura, who began to slowly sit up.
"Oh, don't sit up, okay? You'll reopen your wound and I spent a good part of my day fixing you up, yeah," he said, trying to stop her. She looked at him with a pained grimace as she used his hand that he put out in attempts to stop her instead as leverage to get her self up straight.
"I really appreciate you treating my wounds while I was resting and just now, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to remove the dressing that you worked so hard on to heal my wound," she said, beginning to unravel the bandages with a grimace until she reached the gauze that covered the hole. Deidara's eyes widened.
"You're a mednin?" he asked. She nodded, removing the gauze and examining the rather ugly looking chasm in her chest.
"Trained by Tsundae-sama herself," she mumbled distractedly, in awe of how even though Sasuke's chidori punctured her thoracic cavity, it didn't hit any major organs, even though it grazed and slightly charred her pericardial sac in which her heart dwelled, but it missed everything else. Sakura would have almost found it comical when she imagined herself being able to stick her hand through her own chest. 'Look, ma! No internal organs!' She missed Deidara's eyes nearly pop out of his head.
"You have been trained by one of the legendary sannin?" he asked in awe. A green chakra leaked from her hands, and she began healing her paricardial sac, examined her internal organs for an injuries that were not visible, and then, after an hour or so healed the hole, not even leaving a scar.
"Wow, yeah," Deidara breathed, drawing closer to her bare chest to look at her handywork when he hear her clear her throat.
"You do realize you are staring at my bare chest," she pointed out. Deidara turned red, and he turned away grumbling while she covered herself.
"Sorry, okay?," he apologized. Sakura only barely giggled. She never expected a member of the Akatsuki to be so embarrassed about something like a nude chest.
"S'okay, you probably saw your fair share already over the passed few days, anyway," Sakura realized to her own chagrin. She searched around for her shirt, and she found it, with a huge hole right through the fabric, right through the Haruno clan symbol. She groaned. What in the world was she going to wear?
"Um, Sakura," she turned to see Deidara holding out his Akatsuki cloak to her. She looked at the cloak and then back to him. Wearing an Akatsuki cloak; she wondered what her teammates would think about this. No matter: she would rather wear this than go around a house full of men topless.
"Until we can find a shirt or something for you to wear, okay?" he mumbled, the bridge of his nose still slightly pink. She smiled gratefully, taking the cloak and putting it on. Sakura sighed and leaned back onto her bed, feeling the exhaustion of the depletion in her chakra reserves more than usual.
"You can look now," she signaled, buttoning up the cloak to about her collarbone. She looked at Deidara, who now only wore his pants and a mesh shirt. He caught her eye as he noticed the poorly-concealed appreciative look Sakura gave his body and smirked mischievously.
"Scrawny my ass, yeah."
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