Hello everyone. I'm back, this time ItaHana. I love writing this pairing. Even though they have never met in the anime/manga, there's so many possibilities with this couple. They are basically the same age, and since they are the older siblings of Sasuke and Kiba, they could have met before the Uchiha Massacre happened. That's why I write about them. Enjoy this short drabble on this couple.

I do not own Naruto.

Uchiha Itachi walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist as he entered the room where he was staying for a few days. Itachi dried his hair with a towel as he walked over to the bed. Throwing both towels to the floor, Itachi reached to pick up his boxers but stopped as he tilted his head back to look at the mirror behind him.

As he glanced at his naked reflection, Itachi could not help but to look at the markings that had littered his once flawless skin. Lines and lines of scratches remained on his back that had healed over time. Short or long, the scratches were there as a reminder to him.

Itachi then watched as his hand traced the mark on the left side of the crook of his neck.

It all came to Itachi in an instant as a smirk graced his face to the one who had done this to him.

Her name was Inuzuka Hana. She was the only kunoichi besides his mother that he had tolerated. Itachi knew her as the daughter of Inuzuka Tsume, another kunoichi who has fought tremendously on missions. As his father liked to call Tsume, "the bitch without a leash."

Hana was the only girl that did not pay any mind on his looks. She was not like the other girls in their class. For that, he would give some of his time to her. There was the teasing from Shisui about him having a girlfriend but knocked it off when Itachi activated his sharingan as a warning.

She was kind and gentle on the outside, but was like her family on the inside. She was wild and free when it came to training. Even if she did not show it, she was just like her mother.

Hana was as graceful as a flower. If there was one flower he would have compared her to, it would be a rose. Its beauty was covered with the thorns down its stem. Those thorns were her teeth and nails.

He felt them every time they have their little rendezvous from time to time. Itachi would not admit it, but he likes how much those sharp nails of hers raked his back as he plowed her on top of the bed. He literally felt his blood seeped through as she scratched him hard.

He likes it even more whenever Hana sank her sharp teeth in the crook of his neck when they reached completion. He grunts as they pierced his neck, some of the blood entering her mouth. After that, Hana would lick the mark a few times she had given him. Itachi felt good knowing he was the only one who can make her feel that way towards him.

That reminds him. Itachi had to go see her tonight. Maybe, just maybe, Hana would be able to scratch him somewhere else besides his back or place those teeth on his, well, if she could do that, he might return the favor.

Putting on his clothes and grabbing his cloak and hat, Itachi left the room and made his way towards Konohagakure where his traitorous flower awaits. She was much like a traitor to her village and to her clan for sleeping with a S-class criminal meant death.

That won't happen anytime soon.