Yay for Valentine's Day's Specials!
Disclaimer: If I owned Naruto, Sakura really would've saved Itachi and they would make many lovely babies.
Warning: emos may be startled with adorable fluffiness; innocent tree huggers may be traumatized by explicit lemon; the rest of us may actually enjoy this fanfic...
The day was like any other, with the sun shining dimly through the clouds and people milling around the village. There was nothing particularly special about this day; the sun wasn't bright, there wasn't a storm coming anytime soon, and there wasn't any special event going on that day. But none-the-less, they enjoyed the day, simply thankful that it was not raining, like it had been for the past week. Well, most were thankful...
"Argh! My stuff is completely drenched!" Sakura wailed, holding up her red woolen sweater in front her, grimacing as water dripped off of it and onto the ground. Her entire pack had somehow been left out in the rain while the family sought shelter underneath the thick canopy of trees. Sakura frowned, realizing that no one else's packs were harmed by the rain. Sora chuckled softly to himself while Kirei looked sincerely sympathetic to Sakura's lost cause.
Itachi on the other hand... he remained stone-face, but no one could miss the twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Doc," Kirei said," Is there anything still dry?"
"No," Sakura frowned, rummaging through her bag," All of my clothes are soaked."
Itachi smirked," So I suppose you're going to have to walk around dripping wet today."
Sora stifled a laugh under his hand while Kirei giggled cutely. Itachi continued to smirk even when Sakura glared hard at him. But all too soon, Sakura's glare was replaced by a devious smile, causing Itachi's smirk to slide away.
"What are you thinking?" he murmured, knowing that that little smile she had on her face meant no good. She really has been spending too much time with Sora; his love of pranks was rubbing off on her.
Without a word, Sakura dropped her ruined sweater and strutted over to Uchiha Itachi. He narrowed his eyes at her, wondering just what was she planning. That evil little smile never left her face as she approached him. The Second Chance siblings watched with utmost fascination, the thought to interfere never once entering their minds.
"Itachi..." Sakura purred, stopping not even one inch from his body. She noted with unadulterated satisfaction how his entire body tensed with her being so close to him.
This is going to be fun.
Inside her mind, Sakura grinned wickedly, thoroughly enjoying this. Still smiling deviously, she lifted her right hand and placed it upon Itachi's chest. She gently drew small circles on his chest with her index finger, her eyes never leaving his. His eyes darkened considerably, something she kept her eyes out for if it happened.
"You two duel this out, we'll find you in the village later," Sora interrupted, flinching at the couple in front of him. Really, ever since the two of them had announced their relationship to him and Kirei, they've certainly been more open with their affections than in the past. At least in the past, they hid their displays of affection under false guises, in order to spare him the trauma. (Kirei started crying in joy when she found out about the secret relationship.) But now, Sakura was very open with her feelings about Itachi and even went as far as teasing him on a daily basis. Sora always noted with disgust how Itachi never did anything to stop her. His only saving grace was that Kirei was still too young to understand the deeper level of meaning to Sakura's teasing...
Speaking of his little sister, Sora grabbed Kirei's wrist and all but dragged her out of the shelter of the trees and back onto the road. There was a village not to far ahead, where the small family hoped to rent a room at a hotel for a night or two. The sound of a nice dry hotel room had never sounded better than the past week, where they had suffered in the rain. Although, Sora hoped to reach the village for entirely different reasons now...
As soon as Sora and Kirei left, Sakura's dark green gaze fell upon Itachi once more as he looked down at her with pitch black eyes. Sakura's smile turned seductive as her finger began running a lazy path up and down his torso. Underneath her fingertip, Sakura relished at the twitches she felt as his breathing sped just the tiniest bit.
"Neh, you don't want me walking around the village like this, do you, I-ta-chi," she purred," I'm. Dripping. Wet. And you know how when shirts get wet, they..." she pressed closer to him, brushing her breasts against him teasingly," ...show off my entire body. To anyone who wants to see it."
Itachi's eyes narrowed even more as his jealousy spiked dangerously high. Smiling, Sakura continued.
"I'm sure a lot of men will be watching, Itachi-kun," she added the suffix just to watch him squirm.
Itachi inwardly cursed the woman in front of him and growled deep in his throat. "You are going to be the death of me," he hissed and obediently took his own pack off his shoulders and handed it to her. Sakura grinned victoriously and took the bag, pulling out one of his shirts and a pair of his pants.
"No, Sasuke was the death of you," she shot back at him, making sure to stick her tongue out at him for good measure. He merely rolled his eyes and headed back towards the road, giving her privacy to change. Really, Uchiha Itachi could only handle so much of Sakura when she was in this kind of mood. He almost thought he preferred her before they developed their relationship. Almost.
"Took you guys long enough," Sora muttered when he spotted the duo entering the village. Itachi came first, a sullen look in his eyes, clearly telling Sora that he had obviously gotten nothing from Sakura. Sora grinned viciously; he really did enjoy it too much when Itachi was in despair. Sakura walked behind Itachi, happily prancing around in his clothes. Sora noted with evil satisfaction that she had literally destroyed the clothing to fit her body; tearing the pants to make capris on her and tearing the sleeves off the shirt to make a homemade vest. The material ripped from the pants or shirt, Sora couldn't tell, was wrapped around her middle, effectively posing as a belt for the pants that were altogether too big for her. The entire outfit was completely black, as Itachi refused to wear any other color.
"I think you look nice, Doc," Kirei complimented Sakura, earning a secret sour look from Itachi. Sakura grinned widely and patted Kirei's head.
"So let's find a hotel, shall we?" Sora cut in, placing his hands behind his head in a bored position. Absentmindedly, he blew his brown bangs out of his eyes before averting his gaze back to Sakura. But it was Itachi, not Sakura, who answered him.
"You got here ahead of us and you have not found a hotel yet?" Was it just Sora, or was there a smug tone in Itachi's voice, as if he was poking fun at him.
Sora glared at the older Uchiha," Yeah yeah, make fun of the guy who wanted to feed his little sister first. We stopped and had some lunch. We figured we'd wait for you, slow-poke."
As Itachi narrowed his own eyes at the samurai, Sakura and Kirei giggled. "Aa, we should find a hotel though," Sakura intervened before things got out of hand; Sora was never known for his patience," Then we can drop our stuff off at the room before we explore the village."
"You just want to hang up your stuff to dry," Sora mumbled under his breath, quickly earning a smack on the back of the head from Sakura.
"Two rooms please," Itachi politely asked the hotel clerk behind the desk. Sakura stood at his side, holding onto little Kirei's hand. Sora stood off to the side, whistling casually as he looked around at the interior design of the hotel. It was a western hotel, so it was decorated differently from previous hotels they've stayed at. But Sora noted that lately, they've been staying at a lot of western style hotels, namely the one with the 'Christmas couple' as he liked to call them, that they stayed at about two months ago.
"Alright," the hotel clerk nodded in acknowledgement as he typed their check-in into the computer in front of him. Never one taking his eyes off the screen, he asked," Would you like one room with a full and twin, and the other room a king size for you and your wife?"
"His what?!" Sora turned his head so fast that a few ladies sitting in the lobby began whispering and pointing at him.
Itachi sent a glare at Sora for a brief moment before turning back to the clerk once more, plastering a fake smile on his face," No, singles will be just fine. We don't need anything extravagant."
"But my room has to have a big windowsill," Kirei chirped up. Upon the clerk's confused expression, Sakura decided it would help if she explained to the poor man.
"She prefers to sleep right beside windows, where she can watch the sky," she explained, smiling down at Kirei, who smiled cutely at the clerk. The employee thought the whole thing strange, but he could not deny the pure cuteness of the small child. Smiling back at the little girl, he nodded at her request and made sure to book a room with a large windowsill and even went far as to leave a note for the maids to bring up extra blankets and a pillow.
"Thank you," Upon taking the keys to the rooms, Itachi nodded at the clerk and steered the two girls away from the desk, where the next couple was being helped. Luckily, Sora was too far away to hear the clerk's words to the next guests, but Itachi did not miss them.
"Really now, their child is so adorable." Itachi smirked and decided not to mention what the clerk said as he headed down the hall after the others.
"Ooh, the nerve of that man," Sora fumed not so silently, making a point to stomp his feet all the way to their designated rooms," I can't believe he called you the bastard's wife, Doc." Sakura rolled her eyes at his melodramatic behavior; he always made such a big deal whenever someone even so much as mentioned Itachi and Sakura's relationship. They were used to it by now.
"Well, one day, Doc will be nii-san's wife," Kirei exclaimed brightly, her smile even brighter. Sora promtly began choking on his spit while Sakura stumbled over her own feet and face planted into the floor. Kirei and Itachi kept walking, the latter smirking very widely. Kirei just kept grinning, even when Sora and Sakura started stumbling over their own words, trying to retort to her comment.
But Kirei did not care if the two disagreed with her. She always knew that Sora never thought Itachi an appropriate friend, much less lover, for Sakura, but Sora was always melodramatic like that. Kirei noticed how Sakura's face turned bright red at the prospect of becoming Itachi's wife. Uchiha fricken Itachi's wife. And judging by the smirk on Itachi's face, Kirei could only guess that he was secretly agreeing with her. One day, he was secretly thinking, just one day...
As of the present, the small makeshift family was walking down the street, watching people going about their business. It seems they weren't the only ones thankful for the break in the rain. Kirei soon dragged Sora off to look at a souvenir boutique, leaving Itachi and Sakura to roam the streets on their own.
"Well good day to the lot of ya!" what seemed to be a drunk man suddenly appeared in front of them, causing them to stop in their tracks. The strange new man grinned widely at them, though they were staring warily back at him.
"Err, hello?" Sakura cocked an eyebrow. She shifted a tiny bit closer to Itachi, not entirely sure what to think of the strange man. However, the action did not go unnoticed by the man, who eyed the two of them like a hawk.
"Sooooo," he drawled," I haven't seen the two of you around here before."
"We are just passing through," Itachi said calmly.
"On your honeymoon, eh?" the man grinned perversely and waggled his eyebrows at the couple," Well, then congratulations are in order."
"Eh, we're not-" Sakura began, but was cut off by Itachi.
"Yes, we are. Now if you don't mind, we would like to be left alone." Sakura glared hard at the man next to her. Itachi ignored her however and stared plaintedly at the other man, daring him to continue talking.
Fortunately, the man appeared to get the message," Oh, I see. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone then. Have a nice honeymoon," he grinned in a perverse way," Try not to get too rowdy." And with that, he was gone. Sakura just stood there with a pissed off look on her face and her hands clenched into fists. She didn't even notice when Itachi began walking down the street, not caring if she noticed he was leaving or not.
Fortunately, she eventually realized that she was being left behind and ran to catch up with the stoic Uchiha. She turned her glare onto him, which he merely ignored.
"Great, now the whole village is going to think we're actually married, Itachi," she growled, bristling with anger at the Uchiha. And what does the bastard do? He just smirks! Sakura's anger tenfolded; how dare he just smirk?! Nevermind the fact that his smirk was drop dead sexy (something Inner Sakura felt the need to clarify about) and he did it just to annoy her, but he had no right to go around telling people they were married. Not only married, but on their honeymoon!
Sakura could only imagine what Sora is gonna say when he finds out. On her last yen, she would bet in a heart beat that Sora would literally blow a casket, go on a rant, then challenge Itachi to a fight, where he would lose miserably. (Itachi didn't believe in going easy on the samurai.) And Kirei...Kirei would ask what a honeymoon was and force the poor teenagers to explain what married couples do to consumate their marriage.
It was definately a conversation Sakura would prefer to avoid...
"Don't tell me you've never been on an undercover mission before, Sakura," Itachi spoke, breaking her out of her thoughts. Blinking, she glanced up at her partner to see him looking back at her with yet another smirk on his face. Upon seeing her blushing face, he continued," So you mean to tell me you've never had to act as a married couple with a shinobi from your village before?" He smirked even wider," Well this is interesting..."
"Shut up," she muttered under her breath, slightly turning her head away from him. Having broken the connection with his eyes, she never saw the glint in his eye.
Sakura was not at all prepared to feel a pair of strong arms wrap around her waist and pull her back into a stone hard chest. "Since everyone already thinks we are a couple, then we should play along, hmm Sakura?" Itachi murmured into her ear, making a point to nuzzle a little bit into her hair. Sakura felt her face go red when she felt his breath whisp across her ear and his grip tightened around her.
Sakura could feel her knees quake and turn to jello. If she had not been a medic nin and knew that it was physically impossible, she would've thought her heart jumped up into her throat as his aristocratic nose grazed against her ear. How could this man ignite such feelings within her? Never before has he done anything like this, such as hold her in such an intimate embrace or openly display his affection in public. Even in Sora and Kirei's presence, he only rarely would kiss her back or hold her in his arms. Why now? Why here, among a street full of people?
"Ooh, look at the couple," a woman spoke off to the side, catching Sakura's attention," Aren't they so adorable?"
"Ah, yes," another voice answered, seeming very familiar. With a tiny jolt, Sakura recognized the voice as the man from earlier," They're on their honeymoon, they are. Such a loving pair, those two."
"Really now? On their honeymoon. How romantic!"
Sakura knew that Itachi could hear their conversation as well, judging by the smirk on his face. "Let's go get some lunch, shall we?" he spoke in her ear, finally pulling himself away from her. Taking her hand in his own, he lightly pulled her down the street, heading towards a restaurant. All the way, people would point at them and smile widely; turns out news travels ridiculously fast in this village. One more than one occasion, they would be stopped by someone who wanted to wish them congratulations. Itachi would politely stop and thank them, all the while acting as a doting husband.
"What do you think you are doing?" Sakura demanded after they left yet another person who wanted to congratulate them and even gave them a small trinket as present. ("It a tradition we have, to wish new couples good luck on their life together!") She pulled on Itachi's sleeve, demanding his attention when he tried to ignore the question.
"I was under the impression that I was on my way to take my wife to lunch," he responded, holding back the smirk she knew was just under the surface. His face was mostly expressionless as he walked, but Sakura could never miss that twinkle in his eye.
"That's not what I meant!" she hissed under her breath, glaring hard up at him.
"I'm merely acting in accordance to our cover," he said, this time actually letting loose that sexy smirk of his. He glanced down at her with his smoldering onyx eyes, the amusement clear in his eyes," I too have the capacity to act, Sa-ku-ra-chan."
The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that he could make shivers run up and down her spine with his deep voice. He fucking knew that he was making her confused and second doubting herself with his clashing personalities.
"But this isn't you!" she all but growled into his ear," You never show this much emotion. You're always quiet and stoic, and now you're starting conversations with everyone and always hugging me and even smiling!"
"Do you not like this?" he smirked even wider and pulled her into a loving embrace, nuzzling into her hair. A devious smirk crossed his face as he gently kissed her cheek," Koishii? (Dear, darling, honey)"
Blood rushed to Sakura's face as she squeaked helplessly in his arms. A few passerbys grinned and pointed at the couple, a few of them squealing in delight. Itachi smiled and waved politely at them, carelessly resting his chin on Sakura's shoulder. She was too stunned by his loving gestures to object.
"Excuse me, hime-san?" a small voice caught their attention. Without releasing Sakura, Itachi lifted his head and looked down to see a pair of two little girls looked back up at them. Both of the two adorable girls smiled brightly, one holding a delicate flower crown. "For the hime-san," she said in her small voice and held the crown up to Sakura. Sakura was too flattered to care about Itachi nearly hanging off of her and smiled down at the little girls, feeling her heart flutter at the girls' sweetness.
"Thank you," she smiled sweetly, accepting the delicate crown," But what is this for?"
"Mama says when a woman gets married, she should be treated like a princess."
Sakura didn't say anything. She couldn't say anything. Luckily, she didn't have to say anything, as Itachi thanked the two children before pulling her away and towards the restaurant again. She meekly followed, still floating on an imaginary cloud, thinking about weddings and princesses. Itachi smiled slightly, seeing Sakura in a daze as she walked by his side. Still smiling, he gently took the crown from her hand and tenderly placed it upon her head, earning a collective 'aww' from a few village women.
When they finally reached the restaurant, Sakura saw that it was indeed more of a cafe than an actual restaurant. But that did not bother her; no, instead, she preferred the quaint homy feel of the building. There were a few tables set up, none of them big enough to hold more than three people at a time. There were a few people already sitting down; a set of women who were out for their girl's day out and talking about their lives, an old couple having some tea, a young mother with her two children. Itachi led Sakura to a small table set up right next to the window, never once noticing the person entering the cafe after them...
As Itachi politely pulled out Sakura's chair to let her sit, he took his own seat and they waited for the waitress to make her way over to their table. Itachi set his elbows on the table and gazed out the window, watching the people pass by, doing their everyday things. But Sakura's gaze was fixated on Itachi himself.
The whole situation seemed completely surreal to her, like she was in a dream; a sweet sweet dream that she never wanted to wake up from. The way Itachi treated her as he pretended to be the doting husband was exactly the way Sakura had once imagined her real husband would act someday. Of course, back then, she had imagined Sasuke in Itachi's place. She had always imagined Sasuke holding her possessively as they walked through the streets of Konoha, being greeted by their friends, talking about ordinary things, such as missions, the lives of their friends, and perhaps even about their family. It had all been so innocent, so dreamy, so perfect.
Looking at Itachi, as he stared out the window with that calm look on his face, Sakura could no longer imagine Sasuke as her husband. She could no longer imagine Sasuke pulling her into random hugs while people looked on. She could no longer imagine Sasuke kissing her chastely under the shade of a tree. She could no longer see Sasuke making light conversation with people he's never known, just so he could have the chance to show off his 'wife'.
Yet as she looked at Itachi, she could see him in every single one of those childish fantasies, especially when he finally noticed her staring at him and instead of smirking, he turned to face her and gave her perhaps the sweetest smile she's ever seen from him. She couldn't help but smile back at him, lost in this dream of fantasy and sweet romances.
Up at the counter where the waitress got the drinks to serve to the customers, a man stood, waiting for something. If one looked closely under his hat and sunglasses, they would recognize him as the man who was going around telling everyone who the new resident couple was. Just as the waitress strode up to take the tray of tea to the said couple, he stopped her with a small gesture of his hand.
"You see that couple there?" he whispered to the waitress, who lent him her ear, curious as to what he had to say. She glanced over where he was pointing and indeed saw the pink haired girl and her counterpart. "Well," the man continued, dropping his voice even lower," They're on their...honeymoon." At hearing the mere word 'honeymoon', the waitress's eyes lit up and sparkled, her love of romance stories rushing through her all at once.
"We should make their stay here memorable, neh?"
She nodded vigorously, her eyes sparkling. Forgetting all about the drinks, she rushed back into the kitchen to talk to the cook and co-owner. As soon as she was out of sight, the man quick glanced around to make sure no one was looking. Satisfied, he pulled a small vial of a purple liquid out of his sleeve. And laughing like a maniac (how no one noticed him laughing, we'll never know) he poured the entire contents of the vial into one of the teacups.
By the time the waitress returned with the cook, the man was nowhere to be seen.
Shrugging, she grabbed the tray and headed towards the couple.
"Here you go," she said while giving her brightest smile, setting the tea in front of them. They both thanked her, before both of their gazes fell on the grinning cook beside the waitress. Before either could ask what was going on, they promptly found themself under a shower of flower petals with the cook singing (in a rather wonderful voice, might I add) a popular love song.
"The tea is on the house for the happy couple," the waitress giggled as the duo beat a quick retreat.
"Well that was...unexpected," Sakura blinked, staring at her teacup. Itachi could only dimly nodded in agreement, brushing a daisy petal off of his shoulder. Chuckling softly to herself, Sakura noted how he missed a blue flower petal that sitting innocently atop his head. He raised an eyebrow at her, silently asking what she found so amusing. Decinding to humor him, Sakura rose and leaned over the table to gently brush the remaining flower petal from his hair. There was a questioning look in his eye, but once he discovered the small petal now drifting to the floor, he understood. As she sat back down in her own seat and looked at him with such warm eyes, he never noticed that his own eyes were as soft and warm. Never taking his eyes off of her visage, he lifted his tea and began to drink.
Itachi and Sakura found Sora and Kirei some time later back at the hotel, just as dusk was falling and the first stars could be seen. Getting to the hotel had been quite a hassel to the two missing-nins, as once again, they were stopped by many overjoyed villagers. By the time they finally reached the hotel, Sakura made a silent vow to never tell Sora that apparently she and the eldest Uchiha brother were now, as the village thought, married.
Oh no, Sora would not take too kindly to that at all...
Upon entering the lobby, the hotel clerk locked eyes with them and his eyes lit up in such a way that Sakura knew right away that he also had heard the joyous news.
"Ooh, why didn't you two tell me-" his giddy discovery was cut short by Sakura, who threw him the darkest glare he's ever seen. As she silently warned him to stay silent, Itachi glanced over to the door, where Sora was entering the hotel with a sleeping Kirei in his arms.
"Did she wear herself out again?" Itachi asked as the samurai neared, his eyes never leaving the sleeping child. Itachi would rather die before admitting it, but he cared very much for the small child and has countless times protected her from harm. It had taken Sakura over a year to break down the walls surrounding the stoic man's heart, but now he considered this small group his family and was fiercely determined to keep them safe.
"Yeah," Sora was extra sure to keep his voice quiet so as to not wake Kirei," She fell asleep when I took her to the river to practice her meditation."
"You made her meditate today?" Sakura was now at Itachi's side, facing Sora with a small frown on her face," You should've given her a break, Sora-kun. She's been working too hard ever since we both agreed to train her."
Sora shrugged his arms and had an apologetic look on his face," Don't look at me, she wanted to go. She said she liked this peaceful village and thought the calm air would help her better focus."
Sakura frowned for a moment more, but sighed in defeat, knowing her own student's stubborness. It was something she inherited from her mother and no doubt from Sakura herself. The only hope Kirei had to rectify her stubborness and recklessness were Itachi and Sora, both equally patient men, one by nature and the other by sheer will and harsh training, respectively.
Speaking of which, Sakura glanced up at Itachi, who had been silent ever since his first observation of Kirei's state. She discovered the usually alert man with a dazed look in his eye, as if thinking about something very very hard.
"Itachi?" she spoke, reaching out to touch his arm. Underneath her fingertips, she didn't miss the way his muscles jumped. In fact, his whole body jumped as his head turned sharply to look back at her. She narrowed her eyes, wondering what upset him enough to jump at her touch," Are you feeling ok, Itachi?" As the man stared back at her, she thought he wasn't going to answer.
But after a few moments, he nodded and replied," Hai. I'm going to go back to the room now. I'll meet you when you arrive." And with that, he swiftly turned away and headed straigtht for the hotel room. Both Sora and Kirei were left to stare at his back, blinking in utter confusion. Both wondering the same thing.
What upset Itachi?
Inside the hotel bathroom, Uchiha Itachi was having problems of his own, albeit they were slightly different. He stood in front of the mirror, staring hard at himself, looking back into his own eyes. As he inspected his eyes, he found nothing wrong except that his pupils were a bit dilated. He noticed that his breathing was much harder, particularly when he saw the reflection of a red sweater hanging to dry in the shower through the mirror. At that moment, a picture of Haruno Sakura flashed in his mind, wearing his own clothes. For a moment, he imagined those clothes to once again hold the Uchiha symbol upon the back, but quickly shook that idea from his head.
Pushing the thought of his partner to the back of his head, he returned to inspecting himself. The spacious bathroom felt entirely too hot, so he threw off his shirt in attempt to cool his burning skin. With disdain, he noticed that his skin felt hot and clammy to the touch, as if he having a fever. A bit concerned, he touched his forehead, but did not seem to have a temperature. At the same time, he thought it nonsense. He hasn't been sick in over five years.
But he couldn't deny that there was something wrong with him. His pupils were dilated, his breathing was harsh and restricted, especially when he thought of the color pink, his skin was clammy and hot, and why the hell has his manhood suddenly decided to make itself known?!
Itachi groaned, feeling his pants become a bit too tight. This could not be happening to him. Why now of all times? Sure, Itachi wasn't going to deny that he did indeed, have the ability to become hard, especially when his pink-haired woman was teasing him to hell and back. But he knew there was no reason for him to become this...aroused when said woman was nowhere near him and hadn't been teasing him at all since that morning.
With just the thought of the medic-nin, Itachi's mind conjured up an image of her sitting on his lap, looking at him with the smokiest emerald eyes he's ever seen, with such unbridled lust in her gaze as she sensually rubbed-
No, no, no, NO!
Itachi forcefully banished the image from his mind, trying desperately to erase the vision from his head, yet for some reason, savoring it. Decided that he needed to cool himself down, he quickly turned the sink faucet onto cold and splashed some water onto his face. But to his dismay, it did not help. Turning off the faucet, he wonders if a shower might do him good.
At about the same time, he distantly hear the hotel room door open and close, but the voice that came next was as clear as if she was right by his side," Itachi? Are you okay?"
Before he knows what he is doing, he strides over to the door and yanks it open, more than ready to literally pounce on her and claim her lips with his own. Yet as soon as he laid eyes on her wide green eyes, he found that he can't think at all.