"Don't
leave." "…" Her small, feminine hands grasped
the smooth black cloak. Green painted nails bit into the cloud
adorned fabric, cutting into her palms. Feeling his steps falter, she
ducked her head from his view. She bit her tongue, and
tightened her slacked jaw. Green eyes, seemingly jaded in the
moonlight's glow, squeezed shut. And she waited for him to speak,
do anything but just stand there…his eyes plowing through her
bones. She shivered. Silence remained incessant and she grew
restless. "…Sakura I am leaving, release my cloak."
Her throat muscles contracted. Swallowing the quiet sob,
Sakura opened her mouth. Her croaky whisper seemed to echo around the
garden. "Stay? Just for tonight?" Her hands quivered.
Itachi glanced back. Red coarse eyes flutter about her
diminutive figure and her strained chapped lips. His resolve remained
unchanged. "No. Go back to bed." She looked up.
Her eyes studied his face. Frowning, Sakura lifted one of her hands
to his cheek and her thumb traced his jaw line. He was
completely still. Her soft hand was warm against his skin. Itachi
stared at her face as her eyes closed and she leaned toward him,
finally resting her forehead on his right shoulder. Her billowed,
soft breath brushed against his skin through the cloak. He turned his
head back, his gaze steady on the window in front of him. Feeling Sakura sag against
him, Itachi listened for her breath to regulate before turning around
to face her. His eyes paused on her delicate face. A rough hand
brushed away the pink bangs that fell down from her
forehead-protector. The moment passed quickly and Itachi picked her
up. Swiftly walking across her pink bedroom, his feet grazing the
moonlight spilled on the wooden floor, he laid her on the bed with
ease. Straightening, Itachi reared back only to feel a light tug on
his clothing. He darted his eyes down and blinked. Bending over, he
peeled her hand from his cloak and walked to the door. He
paused and glanced back at her. "…"
..... "Kisame keep your mind on the targets." "Ah,
of course." Giving his partner one last look, Kisame returned his
attention on the sound nins. .... Huh? Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes
with her fists, dropped them on her lap and glanced down. Blink.
Her smooth hands were wrapped around a familiar article.
Sakura's lips slowly quirked upwards as she enveloped her body
within the cloak.
"Itachi,
where's your uniform?" Kisame inquired. Strange as it was to see
the infamous Uchiha Itachi out on a mission without the Akatsuki
robe.
Sakura
slowly opened her eyes only to discover her vision obscured with red
white and black.
