It was about three days ago when I first saw her. I was on my way out of the village when she caught my eye.

That soft pink hair her body, though slim and undeveloped, still warm and curvaceous those turquoise eyes that comfort you That smile like a thousand years of war has ended, soft and caring.

My soul lit with unknown emotions that day and I've been swooning for the opportunity to see her again, and for once I envy Sasuke for having the glorious privilege of being with her every day.
Oh how I wish I could pronounce my feeling for her. How I wish to show her that I love her, but I just can't bring myself to do it. So many obligations outweigh my intense love for her.

How do I explain my feelings to those who are my colleagues about her? In truth there is no way as to have such a tangled love affair and maintain my stature amongst my comrades, or to carry out my mission under the circumstances. I have pledged myself to life as a member of the "cult" and to draw back my membership would be unheard of and have fatal consequences.

Alas this is my plight to love my enemy. No! This isn't how I choose to live. I'll be with the one I love despite my fate for leaving my congregation, regardless for my feelings toward Sasuke or any of the other weaklings of Konoha.

Sakura and Sasuke walk along the desolate hallway. They smile and laugh light- heartedly as a dismal shadow looms behind them.

"Sakura." The shadow's coarse voice uttered fretfully.

The merry couple turned and stared up at the shrouded form of a man. Shock and horror blazed through the two like wildfire as the stared mortified at what was before them. Sasuke clenched his fist and pushed Sakura behind himself.
"What business do you have with her!" He snarled. "Uchiha Itachi!"

END