AN: Poor Sakura. Gets the crap beat out of her only to get blown up in the hallway. I promise she's not gonna be as D.I.D. that is damsel in distress like in the next few chapters.
"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made."
-Groucho Marx-
Green eyes opened again and she found herself dizzy, nauseous even. She was getting god damned tired of blacking out already. As if she didn't have enough fucking head trauma without Akatsuki members adding to it. Her bad mood eased somewhat. She was alive after all of that. She was startled to find blood red eyes and dark hair above her.
"How do you feel?" his soft voice asked her, nail polished fingers checking her temperature.
"like Hell" She replied, as her situation hit her like a ton of bricks, throat dry, her head throbbing in ridiculous amounts of pain. This might just be the worst situation she'd ever been in.
"Don't move you'll open the head wound. You left without the Akatsuki robe and one of the members nearly killed you. You cracked your head. You might have a concussion."
"Water" She croaked, not able to keep him in focus.
He left, but returned with a cup, steadying it in her hands as he helped her to drink. His hands were calloused, but surprisingly gentle as they steadied her own.
"Oh gods it hurts…" Sakura choked, coughing water up and sniffling, tears springing from her eyes.
"Use your chakra to take care of the worst of it" Itachi replied.
"Can't…concentrate" She replied, whimpering in pain.
"Sakura, listen to me. I'm going to help you concentrate. Look into my eyes." Itachi's smooth voice beckoned her. But Sakura merely trembled, shivvering.
"Can't…trust…you" She murmured, the pain becoming unbearable as she tried to focus her chakra. She could feel the wetness on the back of her head again as the wound opened from her thrashing.
"You're going to have to, if you want to live. You've already lost a lot of blood" Itachi replied. Sakura knew her condition was horrible and if she didn't do something drastically soon she really would die. She had no other options left.
She met his gaze, green eyes desperate, but still defiant. He let the sharingan whirl, lulling her into the genjutsu. Her body relaxed not feeling the pain, detatched from it. She knew her body was still a wreck but she couldn't feel the pain.
"Heal yourself" Itachi's words came to her, echoed as she couldn't see him any longer. She was in the hospital in Konoha, the smells and sights so familiar that it brought tears to her eyes. Instantly she had access to her chakra, and applied healing measure to her body, clotting the blood and sealing the wound on her head. She rid the nausea from her body, quelling the horrible migraines and healing the damage she'd sustained. She was out of chakra and exhausted but the burns tingled.
"I…need poultice for the burns." She said, her body shivering. "I also need aspirin for the fever" she replied.
Itachi's nail polished hands gently massaged the poultice on her arms and legs, gently lifting them and wrapping them delicately. He was so gentle that it nearly brought tears to her eyes.
"Why are you doing this?" She murmured, unaware that her hands were on his cheeks as exhaustion and shock drained her of consciousness.
"Because it does not suit me that you die" He replied simply, and her hands dropped from his face. She was once again left to the blackness of unconsciousness to dream of Konoha and her precious people.
Her touch was cold, not a good sign, but her hands had regained warmth from her healing skills. Itachi was impressed. Other ninja would have been dead, after Deidara's charge that close ranged. She'd clung to life. Her healing skills had put her on the road to recovery. Itachi tucked her in the covers, doubling up on the blankets because of her fever, and with a single puff, lit the fire from across the room. He'd laced the poultice with pain relief which would soak into her skin allowing it to flow into her body for the fever as well.
She was fortunate Akatsuki kept such good poultices for wounds or she might not have lived through the night. Of course Akatsuki couldn't rely on medics. They had never recruited any and now he wondered why leader sama had never recruited one. They were handy and skilled. He'd had to unseal her "tattoo" so she could recover, but she would never know that being so lost in the genjutsu. He'd been able to put her in Konoha, the place of her childhood. He'd spent many times in the Konoha hospital in his Anbu days and had been able to recreate the illusion. Of course those were only the times where he was in critical condition he thought with a sneer. Medics meant you were weak to the Uchiha clan and more often than not he'd gone without the poultices and the chakra healings. Sighing he looked back to Sakura. She'd been able to heal her most pressing problems. It didn't matter that he'd taken off the seal, for it was resealed and so there was no problem. Sharingan eyes narrowed dangerously as he made his way quietly out of the room to let Sakura rest.
"Deidara san?" Itachi said, materializing out of nowhere as only the Uchiha could.
"Fuck. I didn't mean to-" Deidara scrambled as he realized who it was.
BAM
Deidara went flying into the brick wall with a sickening crunch, the clay forming in his hand already knocked away.
"Damn -Uhn!-
"He didn't have long to sit and process this new pain because he found himself bashed against the wall by Itachi who was now strangling him. His mouth on the palm of his hand was biting into Itachi's arm, and he had a kunai in the other, that was being blocked by Itachi's own. Deidara's hand wriggled against the pressure Itachi was applying. Damn it he wasn't a close range fighter, Yeah. Granted he was still above par than most other ninja but it certainly wasn't his fucking specialty or anything Uhn. Particularly not against the Uchiha bastard who could fucking do anything, Yeah. Of course the fact that he couldn't breathe and his eyesight was going from lack of oxygen didn't help.
"Do not touch her again" He said, emotionless sharingan eyes holding his blue ones.
"N-no…problem…Yeah." Deidara wrenched out, and hit the floor, finding himself alone.
Kisame, who had been in the kitchen walked out into the hallway.
"I wondered what the noise was. Glad to see you're still alive, oh effeminate one." Kisame said with a grin.
His middle finger answered Kisame, as Deidara got up, tongue sticking out of his palm. Kisame chuckled and made his way back to the kitchen, Deidara limpingly following, rubbing his neck mumbling strings of curses having to do with Uchiha and their anal retentive tendencies.
It had taken three days of rest. But Sakura opened her eyes and felt as good as new. Her sore muscles had long since healed themselves. Her cuts and pains had healed in that course of time, her chakra naturally responding to the needs of her body. Her head didn't throb, her vision was clear, and her fever had broken long before. The burns were healed she noticed startled at the potentcy of the poultice he'd put on her. He must have changed the bandages while she was sleeping. Sakura's eyes softened. Itachi wasn't anything like Sasuke had described which confused her. There was always some truth in a lie her mother had taught her. But why had he done all of this?
She realized, startled that she still had Itachi's ring on her thumb. She sighed and raked a hand through her hair and was horrified as flakes of blood came out of it. Grimacing and irritated once more she made her way to the damned dresser, opening it up and grabbing the cloak throwing it over her shoulders and grabbing clothes and stuffing them into her pack. She needed a shower something fierce, and it could not be put off any longer. Cracking the door, she scanned the area. With the small amount of chakra she was able to deduce that no one was in the nearby vicinity. Scrambling down the hall careful not to trip over the robe which was far too long for her, she managed to find the door to the bathroom.
She locked it, and turned breathing a sigh of relief.
"Uhn! Not you!"
Startled, Sakura turned around to see a half naked man, covered by a simple towel, blond hair dripping, blue eyes glaring at her. The man who had "blown" her up. The man who was standing dripping wet in a towel. Sakura blushed and averted her eyes. They had separate showers in Konoha and while she'd seen naked men in examination, being in the bathroom of the Akatsuki as opposed to her medical office, was a completely different experience entirely.
"Um..sorry?" she offered, clutching her pack and moving away from the door as she looked at the floor.
"It's Deidara. And you should be, Yeah. You gave me a heart attack in the hallway and I nearly got killed by the Uchiha bastard because you didn't duck. Uhn!" Deidara complained.
"You… don't like Itachi?" Sakura asked tilting her head, startled by how he talked. She ignored the duck comment, less inner sakura get out.
Sakura could have laughed at herself. Of course the Akatsuki members were human, they lived and breathed and ate and slept like any other ninja group. Somehow they had always seemed more…imposing than that. Their humanness had never crossed her mind as enemy nin she'd only thought about disposing of them. But she didn't think that would extend as far as personal grievances among each other. If they didn't like each other why were they an organization? Then she remembered Itachi's words
We may be an organization, but we are individuals…
"Why the hell should I? Uhn. Fucking arrogant, conceited, bastard." Deidara grumbled, slamming the door.
Sakura tucked that useful piece of information for later, locking the door as she looked around the bathroom. There was a sink, toilet and shower, as well as a huge tub. She assumed the tub was sized so that Kisame could use it which would be the only explanation for such a luxury among S class criminals. Although, if they all lived in rooms such as hers, they must enjoy luxury. Sakura nearly laughed at the absurdity of her own naivety. The Akatsuki were human and liked nice things like any one else did. She examined each of the features in the bathroom startled; they all looked relatively clean. The men of Konoha were slobs with everything, from their shabby apartments to the bathrooms. She was pleasantly pleased to find cleanliness even if it was among S Class criminals.
She turned on the shower, allowing it to get hot as she stripped down. She had scars from the branches, and probably at the base of her skull, but nothing that wouldn't heal soon and disappear. She was pleasantly pleased with how much she'd survived thus far. It was sobering, reminding her of her humanity, but also of her resilience. She looked briefly at the scar for chiyobaa-san and smiled briefly. She sifted through her pack and brought out her special shampoos and soaps. She was alive in the midst of Akatsuki. She felt that was reason enough to celebrate. And it wasn't like she could hide her signature among the Akatsuki members, so there wasn't any point in being subtle.
As Anbu she'd always had to use unscented things to keep enemy nin from detecting her. They'd never been good for her hair, and while Sakura had become a hardened warrior, she also still loved to wear dresses. Ino for her birthday had bought her a cherry set she could take with her on the road while she traveled. So when she wanted to smell nice she could. She'd made the stuff herself apparently, a side part of the flower shop and poisons the Yamanaka's made, and had made Sakura a sniff proof case. Apparently Ino had even tried the case with Kiba and his sensitive nose and he'd said it worked. It was a precious gift and even now Sakura cherished it as she soaped herself down and scrubbed the blood out of her hair. It had been a long time since she'd had to wash this much blood out of her hair and off her body. Of course it had never been this much of her own. Some of it was Itachi's and she couldn't help but smirk. She may have lost but not without a good fight. She sighed. She'd lost, proving how much further she had to go, but she was still alive and that consoled her just a little bit. Not very many people lived after encountering Akatsuki and she supposed she should count her blessings.
Why had they let her live? Why weren't they torturing her for information? Sakura didn't understand it. She scrubbed the shampoo and then conditioner into her hair, after being convinced she'd gotten all the dried blood flakes out. Itachi wasn't the kind to keep her alive without good reason. But what would that reason be. He didn't give a damn about Sasuke's death. Gods that was so weird, though not as weird as it should have been. It shouldn't have even been weird. Tragic was the word for it. And yet Sakura wasn't there. Sasuke had been gone for so long now. They'd run into him a few times, but each time had been a failure to retrieve him. It had dampened her hopes of him ever returning. Naruto could never fulfill his promise to her now. He was gone and Sakura should have felt remorse or something significant in regards to grief.
Oh it hurt. To be assured it was a pain she carried with her and would continue to carry with her now and always. But then again she had always carried the grief of him leaving with her. Now it was simply more permanent. It was so surreal. He was really gone forever and she simply hadn't dealt with it. Feeling the tears she let it out, burying her face under the show head, the water masking her tears as she stifled her sobs. Wiping her face with the water, she stopped her tears. He was gone, but it wasn't anything she hadn't lived with before now. She still had Naruto and Kakashi and even the emotionless Sai. She had Tsunade and Ino and the rest of the rookie teams who had grown up and were doing incredible things. She had done something with her life and made something of her self. People loved her and needed her. Though she grieved, she would live for her precious people.
She stepped out of the shower, feeling better or atleast optimistic about her situation. She could find out things about them, do some good in spite of her failure. Naruto would come looking for her, Kakashi and Sai and whomever else they could bring. She had faith in them. She found the towels in a cupboard hanging on the tile. She giggled as she thought about the Akatsuki using tiled bathrooms. She towel dried her hair, and changed into the clothes she'd grabbed from the dresser. She slipped on the black shorts so much like her own she wore under her medic skirt. She wrapped her chest in the bindings and put the fishnet top over it. It was long sleeved and felt odd in comparison to her normally sleeveless vest. Of course here…wherever here was… it felt too cold for that.
The black shirt left over turned out to be a simple tanktop and though it wouldn't keep her terribly warm it was all she could do. She looked at the tub, and decided that she would do laundry while she was here. She filled up the tub, washing her Anbu uniform to the best of her ability and her typical top, shorts and skirt. She heard someone banging on the door.
"OYE! Unless you're passing a child, hurry it up!" The voice growled.
Sakura grabbed her laundry, though still wet, and shoved it in her pack. She threw the cloak over her shoulders and shoved her feet into her boots. Maybe she could pretend to be a new recruit or something. Shyea…like that would work. With a huff she opened the door and was surprised to see the shark like partner of Itachi glared menacingly down at her. His glare turned to a smile of sharp teeth.
"Kunoichi you look better as a pink haired nin than a red one" He snickered at his own joke.
Sakura's eyes narrowed. He was poking fun at her getting blown up and the bloody mess that had been. Green eyes flickered down the hallway. The blood was gone, but the black marks were still upon the brick as well as a cracked area.
"Next time don't take so long. As Akatsuki I should kill you for the insult, but since you look so nice in our garb, I'll make an exception this time." He snickered as he brushed past her.
Sakura rolled her eyes, but made no further comment as she did not want to irritate the shark Akatsuki member into a fight. She had no chakra, damn Itachi…Don't loose focus when an enemies so close. She realized Kisame had carried his sword, Samehada, if the files she'd read were correct, into the bathroom with him. Odd…then again, she couldn't blame him as she would carry her weapons with her everywhere. One could never bee too careful and if the Akatsuki members were as hostile towards each other as they all let on then there would be just cause for always being armed. Speaking of Akatsuki members, Sakura shook her head at her thoughtlessness and wandered back to her rooms carefully looking for others. She closed the door, satisfied. She ran her fingers through her hair removing the tangles.
Her stomach growled and she was reminded of how fiercely hungry she was. With all the healing she'd done her body was famished and wiped from the exertion. She glanced at the hearth. There were more logs to the left and something appeared to be stewing over it. The bowl of fruit was still there as well as a plate, a spoon and a bowl. The pitcher must have been refilled, but the wine still sat. Sakura grabbed the bowl and walked over to the pot running her chakra over it. Not poisoned…and it smelled delicious. Desperation driven, she grabbed the serving spoon that had been left above the hearth and dished the meat stew into her bowl. She grabbed the bowl, balancing her bowl of stew and set it down on the table.
"Itadakimasu" She murmured, missing the familiar echo she typically heard from Naruto, Kakashi and Sai.
She ate heartily of the stew, finishing off what was left in the pot as well as consuming most of the fruit in the bowl. She'd drank the wine, and had her fill of the water feeling infinitely ten times better than she had now that she was clean, nourished, rested and refreshed. She heard the knock on her door and rose to her feet, grabbing the spoon. She could still launch it at her offender if need be to do some harm. She realized that whoever was outside was waiting for her to invite them in. She bit her lip, thinking. She was getting no where with this whole waiting thing and the knock came again.
"Come in" She replied hesitantly. Her grip on the spoon tightened.
Itachi opened the door.
"You look rested." He said simply, and walked towards her. She darted back crouching, spoon in hand.
"Planning on using a spoon against me?" He said, emotionless, eyebrow slightly raised. She supposed it was his attempt at humor. All Uchiha however seemed to be severely lacking in it.
"Why am I here?" She said, keeping her distance, green eyes locked on his.
"May I sit?" Itachi asked, politely. His politeness confused her as did his kindness. He sighed.
"I mean you no harm for the moment, Sakura" He said simply.
"I can't trust you." Sakura replied grip on the spoon tightening.
"You have my word as an Uchiha" He said, red eyes looking at her in pity.
"That means nothing to you" She retorted, jade eyes narrowing.
"But it has meaning for you." He said simply and took a seat.
Sakura flinched. He was taking her so lightly. She threw the spoon at him and he caught it between two discolored fingers. She noticed his hand was purple and blackened and yet he still twirled the spoon with expertise. It was the hand she'd broke in their fight. Apparently he hadn't healed it. Waves of guilt washed over her. She couldn't trust him… but he'd saved her life at least twice now when he could have killed her or left her to die. He'd been kind to her, and while that startled her, and brought her suspicion up, she was honor bound to return the favor. Anger forgotten as her medical nature took precedence she was next to him in a flash, examining the hand delicately. He didn't move, simply regarded her intently with his sharingan eyes. The look burned her and she fought the desire to blush under such intense scrutiny.
"Remove the seal and I'll heal it" Sakura said, gambling.
"You have enough chakra to do it, should you so choose Kunoichi, but you do realize you would be betraying your village by doing so?" He said.
She bit her lip, ignoring him as she thought of Tsunade. What would she do? She wouldn't have been caught up in this mess in the first place remember? Inner Sakura said with a scowl.
"It's Sakura." She said ignoring his comment as she made her decision, taking his hand delicately in hers, using her chakra to set the bones and heal the fingers. A brief emotion flickered across his eyes and she stopped as she held the hand.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, all professionalism in the moment. Itachi nearly smirked at her concern. One moment she was furious and the next completely serious and intent.
"No…it's just been a while since I've been exposed to a medic." Itachi replied, the expression on his face wary and…odd. Not an expression she would have pictured on an Uchiha. Then again he was everything she'd never thought him to be thus far, why should now be any different?
"Oh…you mean the intermingling of chakra within your coils?" Sakura said, smiling, recognizing the issue the konoha kids she dealt with usually had in healing sessions. It tickles they would complain. The thought brought a genuine smile to her face. She realized with a flush that she was still holding his hand, and the healing wasn't done yet. Ignoring the burning gaze she felt on her, and fighting off the shiver she felt whenever those eyes were intent on her, she turned so he couldn't see her expression. Her rose pink hair blocked her expressions from those all knowing eyes. She took his hand up again and finished the job making a satisfying hmm as she released his hand, professionalism back as the color matched the rest of his skin. He had calloused rough hands, the hands of an elite ninja, that had trained hard and worked. The kind that specialized in dealing death. She briefly remembered the gentleness of that touch as he'd applied the poultice.
"I was wondering if I could look at the poultice you had for the burns." Sakura commented.
Itachi apparently hadn't heard her as he flexed his hand, eyes gleaming with satisfaction though his face betrayed nothing.
"Thank you for this" He replied sincerely. "You were saying?"
Lost in those mesmerizing eyes that looked so much like Sasuke's Sakura had lost her thought for a moment.
"Uh, the poultice?" She blurted quickly.
"Yes. I'll bring the jar for you later. Are you finding everything adequate to your needs?" Itachi asked.
"I don't understand this?" Sakura said irritated at the near comradery of their tone with one another. Irritated at the lack of definition in any of it.
"Why are you being kind? Why am I being treated like a guest? What the hell do you want from me?" She cried, chucking the pitcher to the floor in her anger.
It crashed, the remaining water spilling on the rug. Sakura took a deep breathe, but her anger didn't dissipate. It was high past time he was honest with her, or told her something about what was going on. She demanded an explanation at this point.
Itachi sighed and made his way to the fire, placing a log on and using the Uchiha jutsu to light it.
"Don't ignore me" Sakura said, glaring at him, thoroughly irritated at this point.
"I wasn't ignoring you, simply making the atmosphere more comfortable" Itachi replied, using a jutsu to levitate the broken pieces and fragments. With a release seal they shattered into dust, which he blew into the fireplace. That kind of unfettered display of power was purposeful as he fixed those red eyes on her.
"Uchiha Itachi; one who hates the cold and cleans up messes. Well?" She said sarcastically, unimpressed. She'd trained under Tsunade, seen Jiraiya and his summons, seen Kakashi and his display of copying skills, seen Naruto and his legion of clones. Hell she'd seen Sai draw things straight out of children's bed time stories. He wasn't going to intimidate her by jutsu.
Itachi took a seat again. "We both want the same things" he told her simply folding his hands and resting his chin on them.
"Like hell we do. You want world domination" She retorted with a snort as she kicked her feet up on the table. Her pose clearly struck the uninterested and rebellious cliché.
Who the hell does he think we are? Shannaro! Inner Sakura resounded with gusto
Itachi sighed. "We both want to know who murdered Sasuke and why. Though we may come from different philosophical ideals, we both desire to avenge him. You thought it was me, and attacked me in the forest and I responded in turn." Itachi said.
"You're telling that you, the man who murdered nearly his entire clan, care about your dead brother?" Sakura said laughter entering her tone.
His eyes narrowed a fraction of an inch. Mocking him was going a tad bit too far.
"Did you ever wonder why I kept him alive?" Itachi interjected, eyes looking at her directly. She looked away from that heated gaze.
The truth was she had wondered why. She had agonized over it in her youth, not understanding. It was the question she probably would've asked Kami sama if he'd allowed her one answered question in her youth. But certainly it couldn't be because he cared? To kill everyone and leave a single brother alive didn't make sense and didn't fit with Itachi's moves thus far. She couldn't believe that.
"There's something you're not telling me" Sakura said. She was smart and intuitive. A trait Itachi appreciated, but made their situation far more difficult in the long run..atleast for him.
"You will find that will always be the case, Sakura. My counsel is my own." He said simply.
"What are you proposing then, Itachi? Why do you need me, because certainly that's the only reason you're keeping me alive." Sakura asked.
She was curious. Perhaps she could use him to help figure out who killed Sasuke, then she would be able to kill his actually avenger, take out Itachi and finally have accomplished what Sasuke would have wanted in his lifetime. The thoughts were certainly there to entertain.
"You give me so little credit. What I'm proposing is that you help me and I will help you." Itachi said with a sigh.
"What are you asking of me?" Sakura said, eyes searching his.
"A partnership." Itachi said simply. "But it will require you going missing for a while, though at this point I don't think that's a problem." Itachi said eyeing her.
"I need details, Itachi. I'm not stupid. I'm not going to just agree to anything you have to say." Sakura replied crossing her arms over her chest.
"Our problem is that we don't know how Sasuke died." Itachi pointed out.
Sakura's eyes narrowed. "Our?"
"Contingent, of course, on your approval" He said smoothly.
"I know you have more plans than that." Sakura retorted.
"Regardless of any plans, we must go to Konoha to solve the problem." Itachi said.
Sakura's eyes widened. "You? In Konoha?" She nearly squeaked her tone shrill. Itachi winced, irritated by her emotional state. Her emotions were all over the place and he never knew where she would be next.
"Yes. Because we need to find out what happened." Itachi said with a shrug.
Sakura's mouth was ajar. He made it seem like walking into Konoha with him was a frickin walk in the park. Like some kind of D rank mission.
"So you're suggesting that I just walk up after disappearing for a week and a half and ask Tsunade what happened to Sasuke with you in tow?" Sakura said, eying him.
Itachi sighed rubbing his temples. Patience…
"I'm suggesting you write this dispatch," He said, paper appearing between his two fingers. He launched it, the paper landing in front of her. She sighed and undid the seal.
"This would explain my absence." She said skimming it.
"Not just your absence but your return." Itachi replied. "We would go to Konoha and do some research."
"There's this we thing again. Research?" Sakura asked, pink eye brow arching.
"Undoubtedly they have already performed the autopsy and the ceremony. The real question is can we trust the hokage not to conceal that information about his death?" Itachi asked appealing to her.
Sakura bit her lip. He was already assuming she was in on this, which frustrated her immensely. But wasn't she? She'd left Konoha with the intent of finding and killing Sasuke's murderer. She would be a missing nin already technically unless she wrote that dispatch which would require that she cooperate with Itachi. It was the only way. She was making deals with devils by even entertaining this; probably breaking more Konoha laws than she ever had in her entire life.
But this was Uchiha Itachi. He had resources and spying networks far beyond anything Konoha would ever have simply because he was acquainted with the underworld of ninja and spies. He had dirty connection Sakura couldn't access or reach and he knew how to work the system. He could and would get to the truth of the situation with or without her. He would take out whoever it was who had fought and killed his little brother. His motivation was still questionable, probably an issue of pride, or whatever the reason was. His motivation was a huge factor. The reason for his avenging nature she still didn't know and more importantly wouldn't know if she didn't agree to this. He would be useful to her in this endeavor. The fact that he was a super elite ninja, previous Anbu at the mere age of thirteen, was also a spiffy perk to the whole idea. Between the two of them they could get to the bottom of this with his connections and her own in Konoha. Deals with devils…her head spun. Did these kinds of things ever turn out well?
"I realize you don't trust me Sakura, but we both have the same goal in this single instance. Whoever murdered my brother will pay, and should pay rightly by both our hands" Itachi said, sharingan intent and serious.
"…" Sakura sat lost in thought as she contemplated. If she accepted she would be in league with an s class criminal. On the brighter side she would also have the help of said S class criminal. If she declined the offer he would probably do it anyways, invade Konoha, break numerous laws, and generally cause havoc in order to figure out the information and she still didn't and wouldn't know why. She couldn't let that happen. She had to figure out what was driving Itachi and why. If she accepted she could protect Konoha and her precious people and possibly avenge Sasuke in the process. Deals with devils she sighed.
"Do we have a deal or not, Sakura?" He asked her, red eyes intent.
"…Yes…" She replied sealing her fate.