It was dark—her eyes were barely opened, but he could still make out the green, warm light radiating from her beautiful emerald eyes. He couldn't help but smile at the slightest bit as he felt her soft, delicate hands tracing his back, trying to look for his hand to guide her. She accidentally pulled his pony tail, which caused him to laugh lightly. He pulled the girl softly to his side, holding her small, cold body against his chest like his life depended on it—maybe it did. Maybe the girl was his life. Maybe his life did rotate around her, and her only. Maybe he was just the earth, and she was sun, and he couldn't help but seek for her warmth and light. Maybe.

"I-Itachi-san…"

"I'm here, Sakura. I'm here," He whispered, kissing the girl's forehead lightly. He sighed. He knew that when the sun arised, and when it wasn't raining and cold anymore, and when they were finally back in the village again, he would never be able to do it anymore. He would not be able to have her in his arms, against his chest, to kiss her, to brush her beautiful, pink hair. He had lost her to his brother a long time ago, and he knew that if given the choice between him and his brother, she would never choose him anyway. She was way too foolishly in love with someone that only thought of her as one of the stars, when she had someone who had always thought of her as the one and only sun.

"I'm really tired… Can we rest for awhile?"

"Of course, of course we can, Sakura."

He sat on the warmest side of the cave, bringing the girl down with him. She willingly sat on the empty space between his legs, her emerald eyes staring deeply into his onyx ones. Itachi's mind raced rapidly—as rapid as he could manage with a girl, a very beautiful girl sitting so close in front of him that their faces were barely touching—and he decided that he didn't care anymore. Screw Sasuke. I am selfish, alright, but aren't we all? He closed his eyes as he leaned forward to close the gap between them.

"I-Itachi-san…"

"Yeah?" His voice was rough, deeper than ever.

"This is not—"

"Do you really care, Sakura? Nobody needs to know."

"I—"

And then they were kissing.

She kissed him like there was no tomorrow. She traced his jaw with her right arm as her left founds its way to his hair. His hands rested on her waist, pulling her closer to him if possible. He knew this would never lead to anything else—not I love you, not even sex, and definitely not a serious, real relationship. After the kiss ended, he could only stare at her from afar, waching as his younger brother did the same thing like he was doing right now, plus another wonderful things he would never be able to experience with her. It wasn't fair. He didn't choose to fall in love with her—with the only girl in this world that was out of his reach. It was so not fair.

"Itachi-san…"

It was always like that. Everytime she said his name, it was like a prayer.

"Yes, Sakura?" And when he said hers, he felt like he was spelling out a broken down fantasy.

"When we get home… I—"

"Home, Sakura? I don't care. Because home is here. Home is wherever you are."

Sakura couldn't help but show him her crooked smile that represented her crooked heart, and he smiled at her in return. He caressed her right cheek with his palm as he leaned forward to kiss her for the second time, and she gave in. He kissed her like he had loved her since forever.

And she realized that maybe he had.