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Why He Stayed	By : Phishouttawatta Category: Naruto > Het - Male/Female > Itachi/Sakura Views: 2675 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or any of its characters. I do not make money from writing this story Any original characters are the product of my imagination.

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Chapter 6: In Which Sakura Fears Becoming a Diabetic
Sakura woke early the next morning, hoping to be awake before anyone else in the house. She wanted to get a shower in and maybe some early morning training. Just because she was where she was didn't mean that she couldn't at least keep her skills nicely honed.
She padded quietly down the hallway so to not be heard. She didn't know if the Akatsuki were morning people, but she sure didn't want to find out the hard way. She reached the bathroom and realized that she didn't have a towel. She looked under the sink and found a few piles of folded towels. She took one and set it next to the shower and turned the water on. She undressed and folded her clothes in a pile on counter next to the sink. She caught her reflection in the mirror and examined it, mostly her chest, and saw to her pleasure that she had no scar from where Sasuke had attacked her.
Cha! her inner Sakura shouted triumphantly. Now that's a medic ninja!
Sakura slid open the shower curtain, felt the water, and found that it was to her liking. She stepped in, letting the warm water pitter-patter over her skin. She turned her back to the flow and leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and let the water wash over her strawberry hair, over her shoulders, and down her lithe form. She let out a content sigh before she pulled her head back up and looked around for some shampoo. She found some mixtures that smelt rather frilly for a household of men, but she didn't complain. She took a small amount and massaged it onto her scalp. She was glad that she finally got a shower because she had started to feel a little disgusting. Inner Sakura also took this moment to remind her Itachi had been close enough to smell them last night, to Sakura's horror, so she scrubbed just a bit harder.
Sakura stood a little longer in the soothing water than she needed to rinse, thinking once again about her situation and coming to the same conclusion: she had no idea what to do.
'I guess I'll just go with the flow,' she thought. She dried off and put on Itachi's clothes. They were pretty big; if she didn't fix it, the shirt would have hung off of one of her shoulders, but somehow the pants fit. She snuck a little sniff at the collar of the shirt.
'Wow, that is a manly smell,' she thought to herself. Then something sitting on the counter caught her eye and she nearly squealed with joy.
TOOTHPASTE! She didn't have a toothbrush, but man, just to be able to put some on your finger and brush your teeth that way was enough for her. She rinsed out her mouth with icy cold water from the sink and grinned at herself in the mirror. Satisfied with her pearly whites, she turned, opened the door, only to meet Kisame.
"Oh," she gasped. Kisame looked down at her, noting her new attire. Kisame smirked. The clothing was Itachi's old wear, and it was a tad bit big for her. He also noted that her hair was still dripping, leaving small drops of water clinging to her exposed collar bone, her cheeks were flushed either from the heat of the bathroom or from embarassment, and did he detect a minty-freshness on her breath?
"Sorry, Kisame," she squeaked. Kisame's smirk widened to show Sakura a few razor-like teeth (which consequently gave Sakura the willies) and stepped to the side to allow Sakura to step through the doorway.
"Sorry, yourself, missy," Kisame replied. Sakura's cheeks flushed deeper and she brushed passed him, briskly making her way down the hall and down the stairs. She slowed when she enterred the kitchen and realized that she was entirely alone. She let out a relieved sigh and wandered over to the pantry. She opened it and nearly fell flat on her butt. They must own every brand of junk cereal that has ever been made. Sakura browsed the names and soon found one that suited her fancy: Choco-cocococo-latelatelatelate-y-y-y-y Puff Cereal.
"Dear Kami," Sakura gasped when she read the label. If this didn't turn her into a diabetic, she didn't know what would. After eating, she headed out the sliding door and noticed that her shoes were next to the door and her weapons pouch sat inside one of her sandals. She slipped on her sandals, strapped on her on weapons pouch to her thigh, and stood at the edge of the patio and took a deep breath of the fresh, clean air.
"HA!" Sakura screamed out as she attacked her opponent, who put their forearms up to block her shin. Her opponent went flying backwards and tumbled along the ground until she came to a stop.
Sakura stood over her opponent, fist cocked, filled with chakra to give the final blow.
"You give?" Sakura asked. Sakura looked up at Sakura and nodded, disappearing into a puff of smoke. Sakura put a hand on her hip, and sighed.
"That was too easy," she said aloud. How to fix that? Simple. More clones. Naruto didn't own kage bunshin no jutsu.
Itachi watched from the roof as Sakura created 5 clones for herself to fight with, the Uchiha clan symbol on the back of the shirt that she wore flashing as she defeated one with ease. One clone ran at Sakura and engaged her in hand-to-hand combat, while another came up behind her, kunai ready to strike. Sakura ducked as the kunai swiped at the air abover her head and dodged a punch from the other clone. Crouching down on one of her haunches, she spun out her leg, catching one of the clones in the knees, then, still spinning, she shifted her weight to her hands and extended her elbows, catching the other clone on the jaw, turning it into a puff of smoke. Sakura flipped back onto her feet, as she reached into her pouch and took out a kunai, meet the swing of yet another clone. While she faught the forth one, the fifth one, who had been on the other side of the clearing, began to charge Sakura.
Itachi took this opportunity to silently jump off the roof, intercept the clone, destroy it and take it's place. As he advanced on Sakura, she destroyed the last clone and turned to meet her final opponent, which she assumed would be her fifth clone, but instead, she was met with a pair of crimson eyes. She momentarily paused, but quickly realized that Itachi was not. She went on the defensive, ducking below one of his punches and blocking a kick. Noting that he hadn't kicked her hard enough to jar her body on impant, she quickly went on the offensive, throwing a kick out at him, which he caught. Her ankle high in the air, Sakura spun the rest of her body up the the height of his chest, bringing around her other foot in attempts to connect with him temple. He quickly, albeit hastily, released her her first ankle in favor of blocking her incoming foot with his wrist. Sakura dropped gracefully to the ground, and she used her momentum to charge at him. She threw a punch, but Itachi effortlessly redirected it, grabbing her wrist, and using her momentum, flipped her over onto her back.
Sakura landed on the ground, coughing a little from her wind being forced out of her by the hard landing. She looked up at Itachi, expecting a "hi", maybe a "how you doin?", maybe even "That was pathetic." Something! But, he just walked away. Sakura sat up and watched him walk back to the house, open the slider, step inside, and shut the door without even glancing back.
She flopped back down onto her back on the grass, suddenly annoyed to find that Itachi and Sasuke shared more traits than just looks, i.e. stony silence.
"Hi," she said to the air.
OOOOOOO
Before anyone mentions it, yes, I am aware that cereal like that is not part of a conventional japanese breakfast. I remind you that this is my imagination and I like it that way :)))
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