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Why He Stayed	By : Phishouttawatta Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 2678 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 5: In Which Sakura Recieves Some Surprises
Sakura let out a weak cough, felt a small trickle of blood leak out of the corner of her mouth, her lips pale with the cold breath of death that lingered about her crippled body. God, what had she done to deserve this?
All she had done was go after the boy, the man, she loved. All she had done was believe in him, believe that there was still some good in those coal black eyes, in that immature Sharingan.
And now here she was, lying on the hard, unforgiving ground, harsh and rough against her face, which was turned to watch the fight that was unfolding before her. The infamous Uchihas, going head to head in one last battle. Who would come out victorious?
Well, Sasuke had just used an enormous, and not to mention unnecessary, amount of chakra to kill her. She mentally crossed her fingers for Sasuke, wishing him luck with another morbid cough.
She inhaled as deeply as possible, trying to savor the last of her breaths, breathing in the scent of the damp dirt beneath her and the metalic tang of her own blood pool surrounding her. The scent engulfed her, dizzying her, or maybe that was the loss of her blood. Either way, her world was beginning to spin.
Sakura shot up from her prone position, a hand on her chest in attempt to calm her widly beating heart.
She really disliked reliving her near death experience, especially with the thought of the pain that came with the aftermath. The fact that he died, and she hadn't. That he hadn't tried killed her out of mercy, but out of annoyance, out of anger, out of pure loathing. She hung her head, clinging her knees to her chest, burying her face in her smooth sheets.
She had given up everything for him. She had technically betrayed her village, her Hokage...she had risked it all in the hopes that he still loved her.
But she had been wrong. Sakura Haruno had made a huge mistake. One that she was pretty sure that she couldn't take back. Now she was in the confines of one of the Akatsuki bases, unsure of what to do with herself.
Would she stay with them? That depended on if they asked her or not. Would they kill her? No. That would be yet a bigger waste of bandages, and of tea.
She allowed her eyes to raise, and she gazed out her window, the pale moon illuminating the sky. It was the middle of the night, judging by the moons position in the speckled sky. She slowly rose from her bed and quietly padded out of her room, down her mini-flights of stairs, etc, down to the kitchen.
She needed a glass of water. She opened a few cabinets, finally locating the cups in the cupboard above the sink, making a mental note in her mind to remember which cupboard that was. She filled her little plastic cup with tap water from the sink. She didn't mind tap water. She actually preferred it's taste over the completely purified drinking water. She turned and leaned against the counter. As she raised the cup to her lips, her throat went dry, not due to her emense thirst, but from the sharingan that stood opposite of her in the kitchen doorway.
She had never been in a room alone with Itachi. He didn't particularly scare her...by the light of day. But in the dark of the night, she felt so small. He stood in a black shirt and dark brown pants, much like the ones that he had worn during his Konoha days.
His foot moved forward, the result of his urge to take a step. That foot was soon followed by another. He calmy strode over to her, where she was still leaning out of the need for support, not comfort. She used one hand to help support her, placing in on the sink's edge behind her.
She couldn't help but notice that when he stood before her, his frame seemed to dwarf hers. In the Bingo Book, he was listed at approximately 5 feet, 7 inches talls, but she could obviously deem those statistics false. She was about 5 feet, 4 inches tall, and she only reached his shoulder. Either he had grown or she had shrunk since the last time she had encountered him. She made a memo to herself to inform the editor of the mistake...if she made it out of this place...alive.
Unable to think of anything better to say, she glance up from her cup and asked,
"Thirsty?" She recieved an stoic gaze as an answer. She looked back up at him, then back and forth, slightly uncomfortable under his scarlett eyes. Itachi suddenly moved forward, his body so close that Sakura pressed her own completely against the sink. His eyes never leaving hers, Itachi reached above her into the cupboard. Sakura held her breath. Sakura half expected him to pull out a kunai from the cupboard and stab her. But as he withdrew his hand he held a wide mug. He moved away from her, making his way to the pantry. She watched after him inquisitively. Itachi opened the pantry and pulled out...a cereal box?
Itachi's attack on her nerves was all because he was having a midnight snack attack? Sakura watched as he casually poored the chocolaty looking puffs into the mug, replaced the cereal to it's place, and moved to the fridge. When he opened the refrigerator door, the light from it flooded the kitchen, making a silhouette of Itachi's figure. He left the door open as he poured some milk onto his cereal, replacing it as soon as he was done. Itachi closed the door, and Sakura blinked attempting to get her eyes readjusted to the darkness of the kitchen. When Sakura's eyes had finally finished adjusted, Itachi had appeared before her once again. Sakura held in a gasp of suprise. He reached to her right, opened a drawer, and pulled out a spoon.
As Itachi scooped up cereal into his spoon and into his mouth, Sakura took this opportunity to move around him, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably. She raised her cup again and took a small sip of the icy water. She brushed passed him, walking calmly until she reached the stair case where she proceeded to practically run to her room.
When she reached her room, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it.
'Okay, what the hell was that all about?' she asked herself, taking a large gulp of water as she walked to her bed. She sat down on her bed. She sighed. What was she going to do with herself?
Something caught her eye. It was a small pile of clothes. A pair of pants similar to those that Itachi wore and a plain black tee shirt. Well at least she knew that while she was here she wouldn't go naked. She picked up the clothing and the shirt fell open. On the back was the Uchiha family emblem. Sakura's eyes widened a litttle bit as she realized that these must be Itachi's old clothes.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Itachi had no idea what he had been thinking. It seemed to often that he had been giving into his impulses as of late, especially when it came to this woman.
He knew that he hadn't been getting good rest lately. He was in constant pain from his sharingan use, and while the pain lessened upon deactivation, the residual was enough to bring him nights filled with fitfull sleep. In such a light state of rest, he had heard her moving. He had stood in his doorway, watching her decend the stairs and decided to follow.
Itachi had had no idea what he was going to do once he caught up with her. He had watched her in her search for a cup through the cupboards. When she finally turned around to face him, she had frozen. She had probably wondered what he was doing there, and he had wondered the same thing. So, what had he done? He feigned hunger, totally unnecessarily reaching over her into the cupboard, gauging her reaction to him.
She seemed more stunned then scared. He breathed in her scent, as he reached over her, his eyes boring into her jade orbs, and realized it to be of blossoms.
Itachi inwardly started. What in the name of God's good green earth had given him the desire to smell her? He had no idea, and it irked him enough to immediately push away from her and head towards the cupboard. But as he perused the pantry, he found that he was pleased her scent had been pleasant.
He also didn't know why he had left her his old clothes to wear. It didn't really matter what she wore anyway...just so long as it wasn't Deidara's Akatsuki cloak.
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