This one's actually 500 words EXACTLY! (minus the title and the author notes etc) and the idea comes from a scene I imagined for a chapter fic I'm thinking of writing entitled Hime-sama (the summary's on my profile XD) where Sakura is betrothed to the Emperor Fugaku's eldest son, Itachi. But in Hime-sama she's a lot more proper than in this fic. Here, she's much more willing to be childish, violent, and in denial XD Hope you enjoy it! Four fics, two days...I'm on a roll! And avoiding finals...
Beta: None! When my beta returns to me, I'll ask her to XD
Disclaimer: Not. Mine.
Thread 4: Convincing ItaSaku
"I hate you."
"Yes, I know," he replied, propped up against several large pillows that were quickly growing sticky with his blood, his face placid in spite of the pain.
"And I'm only doing this because if you died Sasuke would have to take the throne and he doesn't want it…"
"Yes, you've said," he answered calmly, relaxing under the soothing power of her healing chakra as she slowly knit together the gaping wounds that he'd sustained during the latest skirmish.
"And if you died the elders would try to remove ANBU training from nobility curriculum and I think the training's a good thing…
"I believe so too."
"I really do hate you."
"So you've said."
She had, multiple times and with varying degrees of hostility, and he had become accustomed to hearing the epithet on her tongue when he spent extensive lengths of time in his betrothed's presence. And now that he was finding himself by her more and more often, it was strange if he went for more than a few hours without hearing it.
But regardless of how many times she said it, it didn't stop her from being the one to volunteer to heal him of his wounds, ministering to him with all the gentleness she reserved for her weakest patients.
Her words and her actions didn't match up at all; leaving him with a mess of contradictory signals and half-truths that nevertheless amused him to no end.
She was so prickly when they spent any time together, feeling no qualms in bluntly contradicting him, telling him outright that she hated him, and, on one memorable occasion, flying at him with a rather terrifying killing aura, only to change her mind at the last minute and kick him in the shin. And it drew her to him like a moth to a flame (or was it the other way around, with her the moth and him the flame) until he couldn't help but provoke her a little, just to see her scrunch her face into that adorable frown that she assumed was so scary.
And now, with every reiteration of her favorite phrase towards him, he was beginning to think that, just maybe, Sakura was saying it to convince herself of it.
'I hate you, I hate you, I really do hate you…but love and hate are so similarly passionate, and the line between them is beginning to blur for me…'
"Sakura," he murmured, his voice low in spite of the fact that he was now completely healed due to her skill.
"Hmm, Itachi?" she replied, leaning closer to hear him with a soft light in her emerald eyes that he wondered if she knew showed.
He moved like lightning, sealing his lips to hers in a quick kiss and then pulling away to let a tiny, genuine smile flutter, unguarded, across his features. "I hate you too."
Her shriek of indignation bounced off the walls, but he was already pulling her down for another kiss.
XD I really liked this drabble, and since I didn't upload To Myself to this drabble collection...I had to put another ItaSaku up here! Yeah, that's my excuse!
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