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AN: This is my first complete venture into the Naruto fanfiction universe. The theme I'm following with these three shorts was suggested by the lovely zelha, who also requested I write a Sakura/someone pairing. Well, three different possibilities immediately came to mind, so here are all three. Enjoy!
Theme: Justice
Genre: romance
Pairing: Uchiha Itachi/Haruno Sakura
Rating: K-T
Warnings: none that I can think of
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She sought to erase his very existence, as if that in itself could heal the hurts he had inflicted upon his little brother. Yet here she was, sharing the very air they needed to breathe without so much as a look indicating her displeasure. They hadn't exchanged blows for…he shook his head. He couldn't remember. How unlike him.
"You seek justice, do you not?" He finally spoke, his voice echoing off the sides of the mountains.
The kunoichi before him sighed. "It is not my decision what happens to you," she murmured.
His deteriorating eyes traveled over her face. No, she was wrong. She was strong. Very strong. She could level mountains. With just one hit, she could kill or paralyze him. But she chose not to. There was a strength in her eyes, though, that was far greater than the strength of her body.
If she killed him, her actions would be justified, or so Konoha would claim. However, in letting him live, she exemplified a greater sense of justice that very few ever acknowledged. He knew she was a medic. No matter how much she disliked, even hated, a person, she recognized their right to their own existence.
No wonder she was so fascinating to him.
Boldly, he stepped forward. Mindful of her inhuman physical strength, he strode ever closer to the roseate kunoichi. He did not wish to engage her. She seemed to understand this. As the distance between their persons vanished, she never raised her fists. Her eyes flashed in uncertainty, yet remained resolute.
"The world is not as simple as Konoha would have you believe, Haruno Sakura," he stated softly as he stopped just inches in front of her. "The fact that you refuse to kill me is proof of that." He leaned down to whisper in her ear just as her loud, blond teammate appeared, followed closely by Hatake and the painter. As he leaned away, he cautiously pressed his lips to hers. "Til we meet again," he said, his voice still a whisper.
Strangely, Sakura looked forward to seeing him again, whenever that would be.