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Writer : Madd 13
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Other story-ies : Sequel to Eyes
Setting : AU; Five years from Shipuuden
Previously : Uchiha Itachi kidnapped Haruno Sakura. Love, luring of Sasuke. Sasuke losses stuff. On we go!
Disclaimer : All credit goes to Kishimoto and his team of diligent peoples that work so hard on bringing us the Naruto series.
Six months. Its been six months.
The dark haired man with crimson eyes growled to himself as he sat stone still against a tree. His azure hued friend and partner sat near the fire's edge, tossing careful glances over his shoulder. "Why are you still so edgy?" Kisame asked, bothered that Itachi would be so tightly wound after their mission and a little time to themselves afterwards.
It had been like this since a month after Sakura left, guiding Sasuke back to Konoha. For five months Itachi had gone on countless missions, getting little sleep as usual. But his new eyes allowed him full sight, each thing being crystal clear. It also gave him a new level of Sharingan. If he wanted to, he could be like Madara, taming the Kyuubi. But he was waiting for that. He had other plans before he went to Naruto.
While he waited though, a few girls had passed through his bed at the insistance of his fishy friend. Kisame wouldn't let the ideal of moving on from Sakura. But he couldn't; the Uchiha had grown so attached to her in the months he had held her captive. No. She wasn't held captive. The pink haired medic had stolen his heart that he never thought existed. She held it now in her hands whether she knew it now.
A soft sigh escaped his lips as he stood and jumped into the canopy. His mind wandered to the two nights he had spent with her. He was starting to forget what her skin felt like, silky and so wonderfully pale. His memory of her rosette locks, twisting between his fingers. The sounds she had made, and the way she had said his name as they fell into physical bliss.
One thing he couldn't forget though. Her eyes. Those big, beautiful, emerald orbs. The image of them was just as clear as they had been when she fixed his eyes each time. The sight had been even better when he had been given Sasuke eyes, still bloody from being torn from his little brother's head. But it didn't matter. Itachi still saw those eyes.
His heart skipped a beat just thinking about them and he knew he would have to find her again. He needed her whether he liked it or not. But he could never say that out loud. That was why he had relented to his partner's urgings those few nights. It never helped. But he had played the satisfied man, for a while. He soon lapsed into the mild depression and irritation of being away from the woman that he … Dare he admit it? Dare he say he actually love her?
Yes, he did. Uchiha Itachi, known murderer and stealer of his little brother's sight, was in love. He would only say so in the back of his mind, in the dead of night. And only when he looked up at the full moon, lighting the forest with his pale blue hue. He wondered if Sakura was looking at this moon. He hoped so. He wanted to share anything with her again, even if it was just in his mind. The Sharingan user desperately wanted her to be looking at the orb in the sky that reminded him oddly of her. Her and those haunting eyes.
Another deep sigh and he dropped back down to the ground, feet landing without a sound. He started off, making no remark to his accomplice. "Where are you going? Pein wants us back by morning!" The shark-like man reprimanded, getting to his own feet and taking a few steps towards the smaller male. 'Hn' was his only answer, as usual. Itachi never explained himself and Pein could do as he pleased come daybreak. Itachi wasn't going back. For now at least; he had something much more pressing to attend to.
Glaring forward, Kisame relented, knowing better than to try to overtake the Uchiha, especially with the new Sharingan. He knew that he was much worse than what he could already do –which was terrible things. And he had no intention of dying just yet. He had his own goals to accomplish later on. Laying a hand on his sword, the larger man knew he would have to think up something really good to protect Itachi and buy him just a little time. He liked the guy, but not enough to keep the Akatsuki away from him forever.
"Come on, Sasuke, just one more bite."
"No," The youngest of the Uchiha growled quietly. Sasuke turned away from Sakura who had his food prepared for him, held out as if he were a child. His empty sockets, covered by a black cloth, were turned away from the medic. He had grown used to this treatment, taken care of like some child, but he never liked it. He always put up a fight. Ever since he returned home, when Naruto granted him amnesty for abandoning Konohagakure because he was blind now, he had fought everything.
Standing, Sasuke walked away from the table, making sure his footsteps would fall heavy enough for him to listen to the sound reverberate off of things. He had grown to listen to these things, taking in every change like he was instructed to. Being an Uchiha, and a quick learner, he had taken to being blind surprisingly well. He just wanted to fight again though. He needed to fight. He didn't care the reason Itachi had killed his family, had taken his eyes – he just wanted his brother's life.
"Go home, Sakura. You're relieved of your duties," Sasuke said in a commanding tone, as if he were the regal leader of the Uchiha clan. A separated clan. If he had any say, he would have a wife right now. But he couldn't tell a damn thing about a woman anymore. All he knew were voices, smells, and what they felt like. He didn't know eye color, hair color, or if they really were attractive enough to breed him an heir to succeed him.
They could all lie to him until he was sick of it, making him become a recluse. He wouldn't dare let anyone make a fool of him like that. He would kill himself before that happened. His door slid shut, thumping slightly as it did so. He had perhaps put a little too much force into that. But it wasn't like the youngest of three Sharingan users cared. Sakura could abandon him, leaving him to his misery for all he cared. If he had heard correctly all those months ago, it sounded like she had more emotion for his brother than him now-a-days. How could she?
Sasuke flopped on his bed, curling up with his hands in his hair. His chakra spread out to make sure the medic was gone. It took a few minutes, but he was finally left alone to hone his own skills, teach himself what he wanted. He would make himself as good as he was even if it took him five more years. He would have his revenge. He would take Sakura down with his brother if she dare get in his way. A growl rumbled loudly in his chest as his lips curled downwards in a deep scowl.
They would both suffer for what they put him through. And yes, he put this just as much on her as he did him. Sakura had been there. She could have stopped Itachi at any time. She could have offered herself as a sacrafice, putting Itachi in a position where he could be defeated. She could have been smart and not gotten caught in the first place. She could have refused to heal his eyes and taken death. There were so many things the medic could have done and she didn't. Sakura was a moron for it all and he wouldn't forgive her for it.
Standing, the blind Uchiha who had put so much faith in his eyes prepared himself for personal training that had been going on for weeks now.
Sighing heavily, the pink haired medic tucked back a strand of hair. Sasuke had been more than difficult since returning home. She knew that he was bitter. She had helped take his sight away and it tore her apart inside. She couldn't forgive herself for it even if she loved Itachi more. Sasuke had been her friend for years, she had made promises to help him, bring him back. And here he was, but worse. And she wouldn't let herself forget.
Since day one being back, she made sure to spend majority of her time with her former friend, taking as much care of him as she could in repentance. He could say that she was told to do it by others all he liked, but that wasn't the truth. In fact, most said to get away from him, take a break. But she refused and continued coming to the complex day after day, making it nice for him even if he couldn't see. She made meal after meal, needing him to be alright for her own sanity.
Sakura didn't know the feelings of ill will in the man. She just knew that he was hostile towards everyone, even Naruto on the occasions he visited. Not even Kakashi, a man that made himself half blind most of the time, could console the former Team Seven member. Shaking her head, the medic put the last of the dishes away and started off towards her own home. It was a place that only saw her when she was asleep. It was all but bare, holding only the necessities of her nightly life.
It took her ten minutes to go from the Uchiha complex to her personal abode. And in that time, she looked to the sky, remembering the one night she was allowed out while held prisoner. She had laid in the arms of one of the most feared men in known to man, and looked at the stars. They had sparkled brightly in the inky night sky that night. She still couldn't shake the feelings she held for that man.
But since, she had heard news of him –terrible things. Yet, she couldn't see him as the monster everyone still said he was. Sakura had seen a whole other side of him and she wouldn't let go of that. She would believe in him until she saw him again. Those last words – 'I will see you again' – were just too convincing for her. She those crimson eyes, now permanently bright, would come to bore into hers again.
Finally reaching her destination, Sakura pushed her way into her apartment and subconsciously her verdant eyes looked into the darkness for a particular shape. She didn't find it. She knew she wouldn't see him there; it was too dangerous for him to come into the village, even worse coming here. She could only imagine the kind of trouble she would be in as well. Though the Hokage was her best friend, she knew he couldn't let her get away with harboring a man like that.
Simultaneously, the three unknowingly sighed deeply, wishing for so many things.