I told you a lie, you see. You'll feel it. But not as much as me. (itasaku)


- in a fist behind your back

(itasaku)

"You won't feel anything, you know." Sakura's words are loud in the silence that surrounds the two. Her voice, soft as it is, breaks the quiet and disturbs the air. However, her patient remains seated; silent.

Sakura shifts slightly, trying to find a standing position that would make her appear as if she's busy. Or something. Just not...thinking about that.

But she is, and she can't help but admire what he does, how he's handling it himself. So calm, stoic and proud. Just like a true Uchiha. But then again, Sakura's always thought their attitudes were absolute bullshit.

So she tries again. "I promise, you know." She pauses in her words, debating what else to say. "That you won't feel pain, I mean. I uh...I promise."

The words are inadequate for the current situation, the Jonin knows. But it's the best she can offer. The only thing that might give some kind of comfort to the silent male behind her.

Turning, she faces the dark blob that's him, settled on his usual chair, staring out the window. Sakura hates the window. Hates it with a passion. It really doesn't lead to the outside, doesn't give true sunlight. It's a torture technique, and that's all.

And she hates it. But there isn't much she can do. Because in the next twenty four hours, Uchiha Itachi won't have need for real sunlight anymore.

Her brow furrows and her mouth tightens, but before she can begin to think too deeply- yeah fucking right, like it's not happening already-the male moves.

His face turns towards her, away from the deceitful window, a small smile curving his lips. His dark eyes, devoid of the Sharingan study her. And Sakura can't help but feel like he's digging deep, digging into her very own soul.

So she turns her eyes away, looks away from his own gaze, too sick to her stomach to bear it much longer.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could-could-" But Sakura can't. It isn't like when she was twelve, all starry hearts and rose colored glasses.

Not this time. And it won't go back that way. Not ever.

No, it's the real world now. And delusions have no place in the world of Shinobi.