Title: "Hate"
Author: Yukari Rin
Fandom: Naruto
Character(s)/Pairing(s): SakuIta/SakuSasu
Rating: T
Notes: Livejournal's Ninjaemotime's Christmas gift. At the time wrote this, Sakura was refusing to do anything but seme every other character possible, so I apologize that this isn't ItaSaku or SasuSaku. I felt bad about that and so I decided to throw both pairings into one fic, though one is more prevalent than the other. I hope you enjoy it, and I'm sorry it's taken so long to finally get this up for you.
Disclaimer: Naruto and related properties belong to Masashi Kishimoto and related parties.

"Hate"

Sakura hated him. Everything about him. His hair, his voice, his attitude, his immense talent, and his eyes. Especially his eyes. Those damned eyes she had to hide her own from. Sakura was sorely tempted to catch his glance, if only for a second in which to show him just how much she hated him.

But he was probably used to seeing hate. Hate and fear. She swore to herself, though, that it'd be different if he looked into her eyes. Because while everyone would hate and fear him because he was who he was, she hated him because of what he had done, who she had hurt, and she feared what his existence was doing and would do to Sasuke.

And maybe that is why he ignores her now that they're finally face to face. She is just a girl, with girlie pink hair. There is nothing remote special about her. She has no Sharingan, no bijuu, and no bloodline limit he should be aware of. Even if she should happen to be not very useless, he can see all of her moves coming, and can break any genjutsu she casts. Fighting her would be a waste of time.

Besides, her strength can't harm a hologram, after all.

But that does not stop her from hating him. It was all his fault. He was the one who had hurt Sasuke so mercilessly, so deeply that nothing she did or said could sway him from the only path Itachi had left for him.

But in a sick and twisted way Sakura was thankful to him. It was because of the things he had done that she was now before him. Not as a weak lovesick girl, but as a kunoichi with one of the most important reasons to fight.

He made her sick. Made her furious. Made her want to scream and rip him apart limb by limb, tendon by tendon as she cursed him and demanded answers to questions it wasn't her place to ask.

That was the primal aspect of her hate. The kind she let everyone else see. But she was not just a fighter. She was a kunoichi, and kunoichi were trained in many things.

Sometimes she would fantasize about killing Itachi as a woman and not a ninja. She'd imagine him tied down and bound, herself looming over him and able to kill him with a roll of her hips. She'd make him so insane with pain that it was pleasure, and so overcome with pleasure he'd hurt. She'd make him come and come and scream out until he had nothing left to give, and then she'd slit his throat so deeply that his head would be hanging onto his neck by a thin sinew.

She would dream about killing Itachi with her bare hands, his blood caking her skin and soaking through her clothes. Smooth and slick and so deep red - deeper than his damned eyes when he used the Sharingan. She would lick his blood from her lips, she knew, or if Sasuke was there she'd kiss Itachi and then kiss his brother, the older Uchiha's blood staining both of their lips.

Sakura hated Itachi. She hated him with every fiber of her being. But when the puppet was revealed a part of her was glad. It meant she could continue hating him.