Yuri Yuki
Disclaimer: na-duh moment
AN: don't worry! no permit anything yet, Itachi/sakura fic.
Sakura was an average fighter, an above subpar medic, with enough medical knowledge to make a text book seem slim in comparison. Prized for her medical prowess; and smart intelligence, but for the life of her, she couldn't explain the blade coming out of her chest, nor the blood down her chin, slowly dripping onto the tip of the sword. Or the taste of copper in her mouth, bitter and salty; warm and wet, ever thing seemed fine, more than fine. Everything was clearer, sharper with vivid color. But there was no sound, the battle around the clearing was moving in slow motion, even her apprentice, yugi, was running slow toward her. Feeling fine, sakura, despite the knowledge, and education in the medical arts, grabbed the end of the sword with her gloved hand. But just as she was about to push the sword out, it started to move on its own.
Then as if someone had flipped a switch, pain ran through every nerve in her body, air was lacking, throat closing pain. It was then that everything dimmed; yugi was close, dull looking and mute. He was shouting, yelling, but sakura heard nothing, not a sound. There was a green glow, it felt warm, very warm, and in fact she was freezing. So cold, so very cold, the warmth felt good, almost hot to her skin. Yugi was crying, why he was crying she had no clue, slowly sakura tried to move her hand, her arm feeling as if weights had been added to it. Slowly tipping her head toward her hand, sakura could see the red staining it, curious, but not worried as she should have been. Yugi was more worrying, he was crying. He never cried, always smiling, or clam looking yugi, was crying. He hadn't cried since his parents died, slowly falling down into the mud in front of his mother's grave.
That was where she had made up her mind, to take care of him. Never mind the fact she had failed his mother, never mind the guilty thoughts that ran through her mind. If that had anything to do with her taking him in, she would never tell, just as Naruto and kakashi never talked about it. It would be taken to the grave, thoughts that where better left unsaid, unspoken. At twenty four years old, she had cared for the boy, no Man since he was twelve years old. Being seventeen at the time, was hardly an excuse for the wrong done to him in sakura's mind, no matter what other's had said, not even the Hokage.
With his white hair and green eyes, spring green they are, sakura could have passed for his mother. The poor boy was often teased as a love child between her and kakashi as it was. But he never cried, not after that day, so long ago. For sakura to see him crying now was a shock, to see him sad had meant she had failed, failed her personal mission to make him happy for the wrong she had done him. Slowly guilt colored her eyes as she forced her hand forward. All she wanted was to muse his hair, and tell the boy, no man that ever thing was fine, but her hand wouldn't listen. It was as if it had a mind of its own, shaking, and trembling as she slowly moved it toward his head. He wasn't looking, not at her face; he was looking at her chest, the eerie green glow setting off his white hair and face. Then it was as if her ears popped, she could here clanging metal, muffled shouts and grunts. But all her focus was on yugi, her little student, well not little any more. Coughing, trying to form words was difficult; slowly she found a rhythm between coughing and wheezing, to get words out. "yu…(hack)..gi?" slowly he faced her, surprise widening his eyes as he looked upon her face. "Saku-shi? Saku-shi! Hang on, I can heal you! I swear!" Sakura snorted, which led to more coughing. The boy, hell he will always be a boy to her, always butchered her name, and formal title she was given since she picked him up.
Never calling her shishou, saying she had enough of the Hokage's traits, she didn't need to start picking up her titles to. Thus with help from Sai and Naruto, "Saku-shi" was born. Trying to reach his hair was difficult; then again marring his beautiful off white hair with the red on her hand was unthinkable. Finally getting her breathing under control, sakura whispered; "C…come ...H-h-here...yu-gi." Sighing at the relief that he heard her, sakura smiled gently as she could. And as yugi turned his head back to sakura, and leaned down to hear her better and any medical knowledge she might impart to help, he was surprised. Sakura slowly took her index and middle fingers and poked yugi on the forehead. "Smile…yu..gi (sigh)…(cough)….be..H-ha-happy (hack, wheeze)." Sakura dropped her hand back to the ground to rest.
She was so tired, kind of sleepy. But yugi didn't look any better; in fact he looked a bit worse. Kids these days where so hard to please, what if she gave him a compliment "yugi" she quietly whispered, "p-p-proud o-of….(sigh) y-y-you." As she went to lift her head to look at him, she caught a glimpse of red and black. Tilting her head back, sakura saw a pair of blue ninja sandals and black painted toes, in white stirrups, and standard issue black ninja pants. Tilting her eyes up a bit more; she caught the sight of black and red again. Red clouds against a black sky, trailing her eyes up to the sky, sakura saw the face of an angel. Beautiful long black lashes, pert nose, yet manly and smooth hard plains and angles; High cheek bones framed by long raven black hair. But it was the eyes that gave the angel away as the devil that he was.
They often say that the evilest of creatures, have the faces of angels. Itachi Uchiha would be the evilest creature there was, for looks that good had to be a sin. But it was the sharingan that gave him all away to sakura. The way he stared down at her in a bored and indifferent way; but as she laid there. Emotions flashed across his eyes, too fast to understand; thinking that the almighty Uchiha had to stab her in the back, when she was lest expecting, it was hilarious. Laughter bubbled up into sakura's throat causing more blood to stream out of her mouth. Seeing as she was dead any way, and the Uchiha had caused it, it was simple to understand that he would not use his sharingan on her, a waste of chakra it would have been, and Itachi if anything is logic.
After all you wouldn't live long as a missing nin without logic. As her eyes sight started to dim around the edges, sakura had a marvelous idea. Why not try and spoke one of the last Uchiha, it would be a joke to take to the grave, one of her last. "u-u-uchiha,,,,you,,have't,,,s-seen the last o-o—of me ….yet." and to top it off a shit eating grin. One that she had seen on a many of the guys back home, at that remark Itachi looked her in the eyes, with an emotion she was not quite sure of. Another chuckle and everything went black for sakura.