Breathless
{ So I really wanted to write a non-massacre love story between Itachi and Sakura, but I wasn't sure where to begin. This is my very first non-massacre Itachi and Sakura love story so I hope that yall like it.}
Introduction:
( ITACHI'S POINT OF VIEW)
I have never fit in, but I was never quite an outcast. People respected me for my intelligence and abilities, but no one seemed to like me. I was lacking in social development, but that suited me just fine. I hated being thrusted into big crowds, and thrown into the limelight. All I wanted was to be left alone, and left to myself. My father didn't seem to care what I wanted after all I was just a pawn that he used to gain more power, respect, and loyalty from the village. My mother showered Sasuke, my younger brother with attention because my father focused all his energy on making me the best and the first to accomplish many things. Now I wasn't even thirteen, and there was talk of arranging a marriage between me and another heir from another clan. Party after party, day after day, all anyone seemed to talk about was my future, or in my father's case developing a new bloodline limit. I do not want the same things as him, but I have no control over my own life. Today was no different I was to attend another party with the top clan heads and heirs, and we were to discuss a union once again. I felt like a prized hen, being examined for any flaws that may or may not exist. " Hello, my name is Sakura. What is your name," a small voice asked me from behind. I turned to be met with sea foam green eyes, pale skin, and above all things a cotton candy pink haired, little girl the same age as Sasuke. " Do you talk, or are you some kind of mute or something? Cause you haven't introduced yourself, and I don't know if anyone told you, but that is extremely rude. So let's start over, my name is Sakura. How are you, and what is your name," she finished. " I am fine, and my name is Itachi, and no, Sakura I am not mute," I answered the bizarre child. " Well, that's good then because I'm not having fun at this silly party. My mommy and daddy made me get dressed up/ I had to put on this stupid, tight Kimono, and these stupid blue ribbons, and these ugly shoes that make me taller , and then they make me talk to the doctor, and then all of the old people poke at me, squeeze my cheeks and stomach, and ask me why am I so small. I'll tell you why I am small because I am a little girl. Don't you hate that? I am not some kind of thing that you buy from the store like vegetables, you know," she said breathless. " I have never thought of myself as a vegetable, but I guess we are similar to food you get from the market," I said watching the girl. " So Itachi, why is your hair so long?," she breezed through the previous subject so easily. As I mentioned before I lack in social skills, but I felt comfortable around this strange and bold child. I felt my muscles relax, and for the first time in years I was having a pleasant conversation with no formalities. " My hair is long because I like it that way. Why is your hair pink," I asked amused. She looked at me dumb struck and laughed. " My hair is pink because I was born that way, silly," she said in between giggles. " Sakura, dear it's time to go," said a small petite pink haired woman. " Okay, mommy, I am coming," she said with a smile. " See you next time, Itachi," she said kissing my right cheek. " Until we meet again Sakura," I said as she left the room. On the way back to the compound my father felt the need to drill me on the conversation that took place between me and the girl. "Do not get attached to that child. She is of no importance to us or the cause, and we have nothing to gain if there is a union between our clans. Besides did you see the child's hair obviously their genetics are no good," he finished, and with those final words I knew that my fate was sealed. He did no care for my happiness anymore than anyone else's. I had to escape him before he destroyed me, or I felt the need to destroy him.
( A few years down the road)
I found it difficult to breathe, and I could feel the blood seeping from my lips. I couldn't remember all the events that had led me to this point in my career. I was the best, and yet, here I was bleeding like a stuck pig. The red head had caught me off guard with that puppet, and a small cut on my arm let in enough poison to destroy my lungs. It was a strange thing to be drowning in my own blood with no hope of surviving. How amusing it was that I Uchiha Itachi, elite Anubu Captain, would be done in by a small scratch. Ironic, wasn't even the word I was looking for, but neither was tragic. I looked up, and I was met by sea foam green eyes, and that is the last thing that I saw.
( Author's Note: A Cliff Hanger, I know, but if I write any more than you wouldn't get a good chapter one. This is just a taste.)