Author's Note: Hi there! Seems you have stumbled upon on my first serious attempt to write a story. Hopefully (and I am hoping really hard), you would stay around till this story is done. I have a very vague idea of how this is going to flow. Reviews, both positive and negative, would be really helpful :). Just writing this short chapter made me realize the amount of effort an author has to put in :|. I have never appreciated more some brilliantly written stories I have come across on this site!
Disclaimer: Naruto and its character belongs to Kishimoto Masashi, save the plot (er...rather the beginnings of one?) is mine.
Dying is a curious feeling.
That was the first and the last thought that came to Sakura's mind as she lost in her fight to stay conscious while a pair of Sharingan red eyes watched from the shadows.
Itachi was attuned to sounds of fight, and that was what led him to the current scene. He watched dispassionately as the girl went down fighting, who was probably on a solo mission as he could not see any teammates. She had been fighting with 3 ninjas, probably rogue as their headbands were slashed, and of jonin level from what he could see of their skill. In short, the girl was badly outnumbered even though he deduced she was a jonin herself.
He recognised the pink hair, now covered in red blood, and it could only be the Hokage's apprentice, Sasuke's teammate. Correction, Sasuke's ex-teammate, after all there's Team Hebi now. He remembered Sasuke who used to complain about the annoying girl with him in Team 7, who was completely useless…
And suddenly, just like that, Itachi was curious.
Perhaps it was because of the way she fought, the surprising amount of strength in her little hands.
Perhaps because now her hair he could see were chopped unevenly till her jaws, and he had difficulty matching her up with Sasuke's description.
Perhaps it just did not sit well with him, the dying light in her startlingly green eyes.
Or perhaps because he simply was…curious, that is...
And so, he stepped into the fight.