"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.

He's warm, her inner self quipped. Sakura nuzzled her body closer to Itachi's. Her other hand gradually let go of the black fabric and combed through his pony-tailed hair. Her body becoming heavy, completely settled its weight on his back.

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.

"…" .....
"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.

"Kisame keep your mind on the targets."

"Ah, of course." Giving his partner one last look, Kisame returned his attention on the sound nins. ....
Sakura slowly opened her eyes only to discover her vision obscured with red white and black.

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.

Next step…wake up with him in the cloak…