A/N: Here's the next part. I hope you enjoy it.
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It's Itachi: CHAPTER II
The second time he had seen her was when he had been exiting the Hokage tower after the briefing of his new mission, frowning thoughtfully beneath his porcelain mask.
He had been absorbed in his musings about the possible scenarios and their respective strategies regarding the mission, when his eyes had fallen upon a very familiar shop.
It had been a while since he had the priviledge of those.
He had been contemplating whether to stop by for a moment, to give into his desires, or save it for later...
When feminine and vaguely familiar giggles had reached his ears.
And then he had seen pink.
Pink.. hair. That girl.. Haruno. Haruno Sakura.
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That evening, an year ago, when he had met her on his way home, he had made it a point to ask about her from his otouto.
His brother had pouted suspiciously, but had answered him nonetheless.
Sakura... That name fitted her.
He had reasoned himself that it was just to tease his baby brother, why else would he ask about something so trivial as a crybaby pink-haired girl? Still, he had decided to pointedly ignore that topic altogether.
Until now.
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He had known he could not afford to waste any more time and there were places he should rather be...
But his feet had moved onto its own accord.
And it had been when he had been standing just beside her had he noticed another girl, same age as Sakura, beside her. Blond hair, blue eyes, ponytail, she must have been a Yamanaka.
He had interacted with very few of those psychic jutsu specialists before, and though he had thought that the girl had hardly something worth observing, the Uchiha clan heir was supposed to make the most of every oppurtinity he got, for the welfare of his clan.
But he had not known why, he couldn't think about any of that at that time.
Apparently feeling someone's eyes on her, she had turned back, and gazed at him through those luminous green green eyes of hers, and-
"Forehead, who is it?"
"Pig, I-I don't know."
"Wait, uhh- Baka, its ANBU. Nobody knows about them, except the Hokage."
"I know, pig. But who is he?"
He had wanted to say, but the words had died on his tongue.
It's Itachi.
Rules were rules, after all. It had been what he had been taught since childhood.
The two girls had talked in hushed whispers, apparently thinking he couldn't hear them.
So innocent. So naive. So much everything-he-wasn't-allowed-to-be.
He had shaken his head wistfully, turned around and left the shop.
Dango and mission... the farthest thing on his mind.
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