Sakura frowned and swallowed her medicine with a sip of water. She felt them slide down her throat and then get caught as they lumped together. She coughed and rushed to the sink for more water. She gulped it down and felt the pills roughly slip down her throat. She sighed, remembering a time when she didn't have to take medicine to help her sleep without disturbance. A time when she didn't have to worry about him coming to visit her in her dreams. He didn't come often, but he came enough to make her cry when she dreamt of him.

The last dream she had of Sasuke had instantly brought tears to her eyes. He was there, Sakura could have sworn it, the way he touched her face and brushed her hair aside as he apologized. The way his skin felt against hers. The way he always killed her in the end.

She sighed as she leaned against the counter, her lower back pressed against the edge and her elbows resting on the top. She left her head fall back as she looked at the red light under the ceiling fan. She turned away as it always reminded her of his red eyes. She sniffed as she felt the pills start to kick in. Her vision blurred as she walked up the stairs to her room.

Sakura dropped down on her bed and before she could throw her blankets over her and soon she drifted into a slumber.

…

He stood there at her window, watching her as she fell to her blankets and emerged into a soft slumber. He had seen her dreams and they were all of him in one way, but really they were of his little brother. Truly her dreams were warning her of him, but Sakura had never seen Itachi so instead of him, his brother took his place. Once she met him it would all change.

Itachi opened the sliding glass door that led to her room. He moved from the balcony to the white carpet that begged to be stained with blood. He traced his fingers over her face as he thought of erotic things. He shook his head and walked out of her room and into the hallway.

He soon found himself in the kitchen. He searched though the cabinets and finally found what he was looking for. A small bottle of pills, He opened it and poured them out into the sink. Itachi replaced them with flavorless candies. She would never know the difference. Itachi put the bottle back and then walked out the front door and into the streets where he met up with his shark like partner.

….

Sakura woke up and stretched, she couldn't remember her dreams, which was good. She stood and walked over to her amour where she picked out her clothes for the day. A jean skirt and a grey tight sweater. She pulled on her skirt and looked in the mirror. Her pale pink bra supported her small breasts that she was unhappy with. She pushed them up and together, creating cleavage.

"Now if only you would stay like that." She murmured. She pulled on her tight sweater and walked down the stairs. She skipped breakfast and went to find her friends.

She saw Ino go into a bar near her house. Ino had been drinking illegally sence Sasuke left the village. Sakura slipped into the building and saw Ino at the bar, her back slumped over and her elbows resting on the table as she took a shot of Saké. She took a seat next to her friend and ordered a water.

"Thanks." She said to the bartender. Sakura turned to Ino who looked at Sakura from the corner of her eye.

"What?" Ino mumbled, holding the small white glass cup with both hands.

"You know what." Sakura glared, "Come out of the bar, being in here won't bring him back."

"But it eases the pain of him being gone." She looked down at a bump in the bar. Ashamed of herself. She was the first to fall when he left. Then came Naruto fallowed by Hinata. She was jealous of Sakura for being so strong and soon her jealousy turned into hatred, "Just leave me alone."

Sakura sighed and left her friend to herself. She looked down and found a piece of paper under her foot. She picked it up and looked a it. It was a poem, one that made her happy, hopeful, and afraid.

I would think of anything

To keep me from thinking about you.

Just promise me not to look me in the eye

For you shall cry as you see the truth.

Not him, but me

Together at last

The pace so fast and thrilling.

A villain in your dreams,

But all is not what it seems.

"This couldn't possibly be for me…" Sakura folded it and put it in her pocket. She walked home and couldn't stop her mind from drifting back to the poem. Not him, but me. What did that mean? Could it be that Sasuke wasn't who she was dreaming of? A villain in your dreams, What an odd thing to say. She shook her head of all thoughts as she walked out of the Village and into the forest.

….

Itachi watched her from a high branch on a tree. This was a perfect time for his plan.