Inner Sakura's Obsession

"Aaahhh! What the hell, you bastard? Get the hell out of my fucking mind, you son of a bitch!"

Itachi blinked in surprise. What? Shouldn't his victim be on that cross? And when did this particular character learn such foul language? He was sure the Haruno he was facing earlier had been much more subtle and polite.

"You again!" Itachi turned to the other side of him and nearly did a double-take in shock. Sakura was there, on the designated cross, as well—what was going on? "I'm really angry at you for showing your ugly mug, but kick this guy's rear!"

"With too much damn pleasure," the free one smirked and cracked her knuckles.

"What exactly are you?" Itachi interrogated. "A split personality?"

"No shit, you fucktard!" She rolled her eyes and spat at him in a sarcastic tone. "I'm actually this whore's split personality and am actually seeking a sex partner in her fucking mind! NO! I'm her inner thoughts and feelings! Asshole!"

"That's not possible," Itachi murmured. "How—"

"You know what?" she growled. "Just shut the fuck up. Nobody gives a damn, you prick. Go jerk off in a library or some-fucking-thing like that and thenwe'll see if I feel like answering your shitty questions which are really pissing me off."

He narrowed his eyes. "I demand to know how you can duplicate yourself while inside my Tsukiyomi."

"The shithead's still being an assmunch! Sakura, can I just fucking kill this dipshit?"

"No, Inner," she sighed. "We still have to escort him as a prisoner to Konoha. Besides, if you killed him in here we'd be stuck in here."

"Goddamn!" Vaguely Itachi wondered how many sentences without swear words this 'Inner' had spewed, but did not exactly want to find out.

"You couldn't touch me," he smirked with an eyebrow raised. "I control all physical mass in this world."

"Fuck that!" Inner spat and vanished in an instant. Itachi stiffened and used his Sharingan to determine her next location. 'What?' he just barely gaped in surprise. 'Why can't I see her?'

Suddenly he felt the most intense pain he had ever felt in his life on the back of his head. He swerved around and found the wanted, reflecting his former look. "What was that again, prick?"

Itachi narrowed his eyes and drew a katana out of thin air, along with duplicates. Inner only rolled her eyes. "Wonder why your fucking Sharingan doesn't work on me? Why the hell I was able to hit you?" She snapped, and all the duplicates, the katanas, the cross and restraints on Sakura poofed away. "Hate to break it to you, but from the goddamn moment you stepped on this fucking ground, you stepped into my territory."

And then, for seventy-two hours inside the Tsukiyomi, Itachi got a doubled taste of his own medicine.

As soon as that time limit was up, he collapsed in the real world. Though Inner hadn't physically beaten him, he could still feel the pain. Just before his consciousness slipped, he heard Sakura mutter "I didn't know you had such an obsession with cuss words..."

A/N: A bit different than my normal writings, huh? Well, we all know that Inner Sakura has a violent temper, and seems to not be angry only when swooning over some hot bishie. And she cusses every time she appears that I can remember. And then I thought about Itachi's Tsukiyomi. I then typed on the search engine "Itachi, Inner Sakura," and was fatally surprised when I found how few fan fictions there were about Itachi using the Tsukiyomi on Sakura. So I created a version myself.

EDIT O7/23: PLEASE STOP REVIEWING THIS! IT'S REALLY NOT THAT GOOD! D: