Author's notes: So, when I was checking out mail I found this review that told me "...taking the easy route just may stop the block you're into" and I realized, hey why not? Whoever you are, you're brilliant just so you know. Thank you really, your reviews are wonderful each and every one of them they're like bits and pieces of bacon that brighten my day.
I tried naming the chapter, does anyone like it? Nifty idea right?
I also apologize for the massive amounts of "',".
Chapter two:
Coming home
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Sakura closed her eyes briefly, more like a flutter of lashes than anything else but it was enough. There was always this unnerving factor Itachi's eyes gave off and it was a tactic she knew all too well. Her brief stint with her eyelids changed her eyes into equally strong emeralds.
Sakura made no move to dignify the question and just as well he made no further move. She could sense his irate, the tension and everything else. It made her bloody uncomfortable but it was that.
Sliding past him, Sakura grabbed the knob, her hands giving away small trembling. And just like that, she dismissed him.
It wasn't over, they would talk, she was sure of it but it wouldn't be today and if she could help it, not the day after and as long as she could put him off.
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The trip was blindingly short. It was as if, Itachi expected everyone else to fly as he did. Her periphery was all hazy straight lines of greens and browns with the occasional blues and red. The air was tense and like bullets grazing the lobes of her ears.
She could feel the poor men on her flank, itching to whisper to each other. What had pissed off their commander? Why do we deserve this? Can't we slow down? We can't fly for god's sake!
She could quell them; challenge Itachi's command like she had so many times before. But it would not end well, not like it had years before, and lost in thought and speed Sakura finds the trip over even before she could sort her self out.
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(Konoha)
Itachi had long gone, the moment his feet touched the village he vanished towards the tower. She could hear the men making noises of annoyance and muttering under their breath.
She makes nothing of it.
More than anything her mind was racing with Naruto, they were siblings in every sense of the word but blood, and more than Itachi, who she knew like the back of her hand, Naruto – Naruto was unpredictable.
She found her feet taking her the long way to hokage tower, just enough time to ensure she and a certain commander would not cross paths.
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Tall wooden doors loomed soon enough.
She wondered what she would find.
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The hokage, Kakashi – Kakashi! Not that her slugs hadn't informed her or that he was relatively newly inducted or what so ever. But he was such a relief, like an old friend that remembers exactly what kind of tea she likes or how warm she wants her bath, small details that make all the difference.
He was also like that wise old man who knew everything (and he does) smiling with the creases in the corner of his eye before dismissing her with a, "There's someone else waiting for you I think?" even before she got a word out, and as she closes the huge doors, she hears "I'm not the one with the longest track record of being late now am I?"
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Amazingly she finds humour in what should have been a painful statement. Kakashi knew exactly what to say so it seems.
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Then cerulean eyes, so blue and bright like the sun, found emerald.
It was hard to stomach as she saw his eyes change into guarded angry storms.
The blonde moved forward, making his way to the hokage's office with his best friend in tow as if she didn't know who she was.
"Na-" Sakura started. The blonde looked almost haunted for a second before steeling back and making a push at her shoulder. They were face to face, the blonde towering over her. Sakura found her voice, her teeth going for her bottom lip. "Naruto..."
The blonde turned on his heels. He wasn't ready for this. This was too much, too fast.
And then he'd stormed away with frost in his eyes.
"You're quite late aren't you?" He said with his back to her, disappearing through the curve of the corridor.
It was wonderful truly, how everything had gotten out of hand and to make matters worse Sasuke, stared at her with those eyes of his so much like his brother's as if his look were to mean something. A silent message of sorts.
Her temper had to flare at inopportune times as well, "I suppose that's bloody suppose to mean something? Well, you know what Uchi-Sasuke I don't get what you mean. I've no idea with what's been happening here so bugger off"
"You would have, if you'd-"
"Well, leave me alone."
Sasuke snorted, his eyes flicking to the hokage's office doors before returning back to hers "there's nothing to tell anyways", he proceeded to leave as well, steps mimicking Naruto's.
"Are you shooting a soap out there?" Kakashi's muffled voice came through the doors.
"No shit Kakashi"
"I can order you to the dungeon you brat!"
"I just may deserve that"
Silence followed afterwards.
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[Chapter End]
A/N: I'm taking a new route with this. I like the idea of taking the easy way out of the black hole I call my plot so it may be warped into something else. It may or may not be related to HINTS anymore. Sooo, I hope the conversations seems dramatic, interesting and real. It's a filler of a chapter. One of my lovely friends told me short chapters are fine 'cause lengthening them seems (quote her), "like adding two pieces of rope with orange tape. It isn't pretty" so sorry for the shortness!
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