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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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Chapter 4: In Which Window Blinds Have No Purpose
Itachi lay on his bed. Closing his eyes, he deactivated his sharingan, allowing his eyes to rest. He knew in his mind he should get to the shower before Kisame used all of the hot water. He was about to doze off when he heard the faint laughter of a certain pink-haired kunoichi who was drinking tea in his kitchen. He was surprised to see her up and about after the injury she had recieved from his idiot brother. Maybe Deidara had carried her downstairs. That wouldn't have surprised him. He was sure that the kunoichi reminded Deidara of someone from his past. That would explain Deidara's sudden bout of kindness. Sometimes he thought that Deidara's inconsistency would be his downfall.
But would his. He never really considered himself an inconsistentperson. So why did he bring that woman here? He just couldn't find a reason, no matter how he searched his mind. He did not believe that there was any logical explanation that existed, or if there was, he would never find it.
His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. His eyes shot open, and his scarlet sharingan blazed into view. He rose a little bit begrudgingly to answer his door. Outside of it was Kisame in a pair of slacks, a mesh shirt, with a towel hanging around his neck.
"Shower's yours," he informed. Itachi looked at the clock. Kisame had been in the shower for over an hour. Itachi merely sent Kisame a glare, and Kisame grinned, shrugging his shoulders.
"Ya snooze, you loose," he said, walking away. Itachi let out a slightly frustrated sigh. He grabbed a towel and headed toward the restroom. He walked down the hall on the second floor leading to the bathroom. As Itachi walked, he heard light footsteps coming up the stairs. Soon a bubblegum coloured head came into view, bobbing slightly as it traveled up the steps. Sakura reached the top of the stairs, and as she traveled toward her next little flight of stairs, she yelled something down the banister to Deidara and Tobi.
'Curious woman.' He watched as she continued to walk down the thin hallway, still not watching where she was going. As she reached the spot where Itachi stood, she turned to face where she was going only to almost collide with the solid form of the Uchiha prodigy. He watched in hidden amusement as she looked up, slightly gasping in surprise. Open with his teammates one moment, subdued in his presence the next: curious indeed.
Sakura could not gain control of her tongue. She wanted to talk to Itachi, but she wanted to wait for the right time to...thank him? That just sounded to weird in her head. So instead, she mumbled an apology and rushed past him (a rushed walk mind you). Itachi just kept walking. He was slightly tempted to look back at the odd girl, but decided against it, substituting a cold glance down the stairs in place of one over his shoulder.
He turned into the bathroom, closing the door behind him and headed straight for the shower. He turned on the water, dial on hot, setting his towel down next to the shower, undressing and neatly folding his clothes in a pile. He stepped into the shower, only to be greeted with practically solid ice. He growled lightly, stepping out of the freezing water. He threw on his pants, slung his towel over his shoulder, and headed out of the bathroom, deciding whether he would punish Kisame for using all of the hot water before or after he took a bath at the hot springs that were conveniently not far from the house they were in, but were far enough away to be an inconvenience if all you want is a quick, hot shower.
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Sakura went to turn the corner up her mini flight of stairs, but taking a moment to look back over her shoulder at Itachi's retreating figure as he continued down the hallway and turned into the bathroom. She still wondered what in the world would bring him to take her to his home, make sure her wounds were taken care of, and basically save her life.
She shook her head. She knew of the Akatsuki, what they stood for, what they wanted, or should she say, collected? Itachi probably just brought her back to bait Naruto, thus the tailed-beast within him. That meant that she needed to either get out of there or find a way to contact her best friend to tell him not to come for her. But first she needed to find some sort of clue to where she was.
She wandered over to the single window of her room. The last bits of the suns golden rays filtered through the worn, dusty shades. Some of the individual plastic pieces were broken in half, some were missing, making Sakura wonder why they were still hanging, for they did not even perform the task that they were meant to. Solution? Take them down.
Standing on her tiptoes, Sakura reached up and pried the suckers off of the window. As a result, dust was scattered in all directions. The combination of that and the sudden burst of light that made it's way through the window pane cause Sakura to sneeze loudly. As she raised her head, sniffling, she looked out her window and quietly gasped.
Out her bedroom window was one of the most magnificent landscapes she had ever seen. The house seemed to be nestled high on a hill, which was surrounded by mountains. There was a valley where she could see hidden a medium-sized village where the inhabitants of the house probably got their food and whatever else they could possibly need. The sun finished setting over the mountains to her left, leaving a minimal amount of light to shine upwards into the sky, the village below and her house now overcome by an immense shadow. Through the village, she could see a large road snaking through it, in one end, out the other, going east and west.
The mountains around her were covered with forest, except for about the last quarter of the mountains, which were covered with serene meadows, much like the one that was situated out the back door. The only difference was that the house she was in and the meadow that was placed behind was much high up than the others.
Well, this was a nice lookout spot. If there was a place to for a conspicuous hideout for a band of criminals, this was the place. She sat on the ledge, watching the sky turn from gold to pink, and finally dark. However, with the awning of the roof blocking her view, Sakura was unable to make out any stars.
So what would a girl naturally do to see the stars?
She opened her window and nimbly climbed onto the roof.
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Itachi lounged in the hot spring, the steam from the geo-heated water rising about him, clinging to his skin and hair, making them slightly damp. He breathed in the warm, moist air as it mixed with the cool autumn air. He had been soaking for quite sometime now, trying to keep his thoughts on anything besides the pink-haired kunoichi now residing in the attic bedroom.
To his luck when he glanced for a split second up to the house from his lower elevation, he caught a glimpse of her climbing out her window onto the roof. He was now able to determine that she must have healed her injuries because with the gaping hole in her chest, there was no way that she would be able to stand up straight, let alone climb up on the roof.
With her now in sight, her head tilted back to gaze up at the shimmering stars, Itachi pondered his reasoning for bringing her here once again.
But the only thing he could think about was how he had known that as soon as she had took hold of his cloak, as soon as he had paused his attempt to depart, as soon as he had looked at her shining emerald eyes, that he was...
Itachi closed his eyes in frustration, rising out of the water, wrapping his towel around his waste. He glanced one last time up at the seemingly content kunoichi, able to make out the sparkle of the stars reflecting in her eyes, the darkness of the Akatsuki cloak she still wore offsetting the paleness of her skin, the brightness of her hair. He cursed his Sharingan for being able to see so clearly.
...that he was in trouble.
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okay, so yay there ya go...so what is this going on? a little admiration? resentment? anticipation? i donno. i guess you'll just have to keep reading :cough:andreviewing:cough: to find out
Thanks for reading!
-Phish
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