Title: Moments in Time
Author: AppleL0V3R
Beta-reader: Terror-Of-The-Crimson-Night
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Uchiha, Itachi and Haruno, Sakura
Chapter: Six – One-Hundred-One through One-Hundred-Twenty
Rating: T
Type: Drabble Collection – Incomplete
Summary: 500 Short {crazy, funny, serious, angst filled, loving} moments between Itachi and Sakura.
Word Count: 2900
Disclaimer: If you've heard of it before, then it's obviously not mine.
Note: Each skit is between 75 and 125 words. Also, they don't belong to anything (one-shots/stories/etc.) at this moment, but if you would like me to make them into something then please tell me. They won't always stick to the names I put beside them though I did try.
Oh and for those of you who either recognize this or want to do these prompts, I did make a change. My apologies but I was trying to keep to my pattern and ended up switching two of the prompts. Hospital should be 110 and Shoes should be 109. Just thought you might want to know (again for those of you who want to do these prompts or recognize them).
Finished (and posted) Skits-turned-one-shots: #2 Touch, #7 Orgy, #8 Lick, #13 Sacrifice, #14 Sin, #16 Lies, #17 Family, #19 Relief, #20 Writer's Choice, #21 Pride, #22 Prejudice, #27 Hide, #28 Hot and #29 Secret.
Unfinished (and not posted) Skits-turned-one-shots: #5 First Kiss, #9 Kinky, #23 Date, #24 Courage, #25 Passion, #30 Sexy, #31 Lust, #32 I, #33 Orange, #34 Buy, #35 Emergency, #38 Unity, #39 Jargon, #42 Forbidden, #43 Baby, #44 Forever, #45 Crazy, #46 Life, #48 Think, #50 Soul, #51 Impress, #52 Two, #54 Stare , #55 Accident , #57 Werewolf, #58 Excuse, #60 Writer's Choice, #62 Shower, #74 Tall, #75 "Pleased to Meet You", #77 Suicide, #85 Dress, #88 Heat, #95 Circle and #97 Pregnant.
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101. Car (Itachi)
Itachi pulled the car to a halt by the curb and waited.
He'd gotten her call at two A.M., and he hadn't been happy about it. But he'd gotten out of bed all the same because had been her on the other end of the line. Sakura had sounded scared and in near hysterics, but even if she hadn't he still would have picked her up the only difference is he hurried this time.
It was a wonder how the two of them could be so close and not be dating because he most certainly did not think of her as sister and knew she didn't think of him that way either.
She was quickly in the passenger seat, door slamming behind her.
He watched her for a moment, making sure she was alright as she settled. Finally, she looked at him and smiled shakily, "Thanks, Itachi. I owe you."
102. Attractive (Sakura)
"Hey, Sakura?" Said young doctor looked to her self-proclaimed brother.
"Yes, Naruto?"
"Err, this is going to sound like an odd question, but is there like a chemical in the brain that makes us feel attracted to others?"
She paused and shot him a concerned look, "Naruto…"
He threw his hands up in defense, "I'm just wondering. Honest, Sakura."
She was still wary but told him that yes there was and everything that pertained to it.
He grinned, "Thanks, Sakura!"
She nodded as, waving him off. "Later, Naruto." And she quickly got back to her rounds unaware of her brothers' plans.
Naruto found Sasuke waiting outside, giving a thumbs up, "Alright, now to put get Sakura and Itachi into a blind date operation in motion!"
103. Food (Itachi)
When she'd invited him to dinner at her place he'd been curious but more interested in the woman herself rather than her offer or the reasons behind him so he accepted.
Now that he sat at the small table in her cozy home he found he didn't have a clue what she was serving him. He glanced up at her in question but all she did was smile and gesture for him to try it. Growing up as the proud heir of a Japanese family company he'd never really bothered learning anything about other countries except the languages he thought he would need.
But before him was a type of food he'd never seen before.
This was the beginning of his introduction to the world.
104. Punk (Sakura)
The first time she saw him, her impression wasn't the same as most. Ino had said he looked like a complete gentleman and heard he was too, but personally, all she could see was a punk kid with a wish for a rebellion but didn't know how to go about it perfectly so he stayed silent. She wisely chose to keep this observation to herself.
The first time she meets him in person, he's quiet, he's polite and he's coordinal. But all she can think is how he keeps proving her first impression of him. But still, she keeps it to herself.
The first time they kiss, he's rough, he's passionate and she realizes she was totally right about him.
So, "Hey, my punk boy."
105. Party (Itachi)
He can see the humiliation and horror buried under her anger. It's not a complete front, she is furious, but it's also a cover for everything else she doesn't want to show.
Before she can do anything, though, he chooses that moment to appear behind her. And just like that he's able to remove her from the crowd, the circle and the emotion.
When they're far enough away, far enough that he can't even hear the booming of the music or the rest of the party, he pulls her to him. Pressing her face into his chest and rocks the anger right out of her.
She pulls her head from its resting place, "Remind me to never go to one of these things ever again."
106. Karma (Sakura)
Karma's a bitch. Sakura has decided. But why revenge is a dish best served cold, she doesn't know. Either way, they're both the bane of her existence right now. Why? Because Naruto had pulled another prank again, but it wasn't that he hid behind her, no he'd hidden from her. Because she'd been the victim.
So of course, she'd set out to get him back. And she did. Mostly. See, her plan went a little too perfectly and for the first time she regretted perfection. Sure Naruto would never forget this incident, but neither would she because she'd managed to get the wrong person's attention.
And now, Naruto was gone and she was pinned to something – a wall maybe? – somewhere at night by Uchiha, Itachi.
107. Sleep (Itachi)
He felt fingers through his hair, though he wasn't sure if they had woken him or if he had woken to them. It didn't really matter he decided, not in comparison to everything else. Everything that happened before he blacked out came back to him in a hazy rush, nothing was clear and he was certain there were holes in the memories, but he still felt the urgency to do something. For the first time in his life, his memory was more like Uzumaki's apartment then his office.
He stayed still for a few moments but nothing made its way back, in fact everything started to fade away.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Haruno, Sakura. I was told that if you didn't remember anything when you woke, I was to inform you."
108. Sing (Sakura)
Her eyes slipped shut and her breath found a pace around her words. The instruments played behind her as she moved, keeping almost in place, her own hands working at the strings of her favorite old guitar.
She loved the crowd here; they were an easy going bunch and whatever music came from her they accepted. It was exactly the kind of break she needed from her profession.
When the sound trailed off at the end she opened her eyes as the crowd erupted in cheers and encores. She laughed and shook her head. "Sorry guys, that's the last one for tonight."
The protests flooded over her but she was focused on the man in the back. He was what made doing this worth while.
109. Hospital (Itachi)
Itachi watched with a blank expression as the nurse attending to him scurried about. Every time she looked at him he would see a love struck expression but then she'd quickly look away, moving so fast that she was practically tripping over herself and she spoke unevenly, but she also didn't dare to touch. It was like she was caught somewhere between a childish crush and intimidation and both of them only served to mess her up. If this didn't happen every single time in the hospital he might have been a bit amused, but it merely irritated him now.
He wondered idly though, where his favorite – competent – doctor was and why she wasn't taking care of him.
He'd enjoy giving her hell for this.
110. Shoes (Sakura)
When she placed all of her weight on her foot, the ground beneath it gave way. Her eyes went wide as she lost her footing, panic setting in as she remembered just how high she was from the ground – what a long painful way down the trip would be.
But when she squeezed her eyes shut tight, expecting her body to meet the ground, but it didn't. Suddenly her fall was impeded, something had caught her. No, not something, someone. Letting out a shaky breath, she cautiously opened her eyes, feeling warm hands hold onto her shoulders firmly even though her entire back was against a flat torso. Slowly she tilted her head backward until she caught sight of black eyes.
"You should be careful about where you step, Sakura."
111. Early (Itachi)
His steps carried no sound as he padded along the trail. It was an old one that most didn't know existed anymore, not even the residents nearby. He'd happened upon it in one of his many walks that he liked to take. It was still pretty early, the sun just barely affecting the distant horizon with rippled yellows. He was still young, but the burden of having recently attained the rank of ANBU captain already weighed on his thirteen-year-old shoulders and this morning he'd wanted time to himself.
He paused when his gaze caught a glimpse of pink. Curious, he turned his complete attention to it; it was a young girl no older than Sasuke. She slept; curled into a particularly large oak and if his eyes hadn't been keen they would have entirely missed her.
Black eyes narrowed with intrigue.
112. Kill (Sakura)
With a silent scream, Sakura jackknifed into a seated position in her bed. Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat and her breath came uneven and harsh, she paid neither fact any mind though. She was too caught up in all the faces that she saw even with her eyes wide open, the echoes of the voices and the lingering scents and tingles in her skin which grew itchier by the moment. And it is all she can do not to break down right then and there. But she allows her face to fall into her hands, and her shoulders to shake with the force of her emotions.
Arms wrap around her shoulders and instinctively seeks the rainwater scent and comfort of his warm body and inviting neck.
113. Vulgar (Itachi)
He pauses and blinks, momentarily stunned because he hadn't known or even expected her to use such coarse language. She was usually so polite and well mannered that the idea that she used such words had never occurred to him. Though as he watched her glare at whatever she thought had earned such verbal abuse he decided that she was one of the few who could pull off the words without looking any less intelligent or ladylike. That didn't, however, mean he wanted to hear them coming from her for any reason.
So he cleared his throat.
Amusement immediately found a home in his chest when she jumped and slowly craned her head to him. He heard her mutter another cuss word under her breath.
114. Big (Sakura)
It wasn't that big of a problem. Not really. Honestly.
Oh, who was she kidding?
This wasn't just a big problem it was a humungous one. And she was an idiot. Because who – besides an idiot – went to a club with a group of friends, drank too much, danced with a guy and followed the guy out of the club and eloped with him?
And she was pretty sure the world hated her or someone did. Because that guy? Yeah, he might kinda sorta be one of the most powerful and important people in Japan.
Well, maybe next time she wouldn't drink too much or kiss a guy without even asking for his name. At least now she had a good story to tell Ino.
115. Small (Itachi)
He watched as she hummed to some melody, sometimes mouthing the words but never audibly. She was in the far corner of the library, book settled in her lap and propped against the table with a few sheets and other open books spread out on it. She was clearly doing an assignment, though of what nature he didn't know – a research paper? An essay? – but it didn't really matter either.
He was careful to stay partially hidden by the bookshelves and look interested in the book in his hand. He knew this wasn't healthy but the small girl wasn't exactly approachable. Not that she made it hard, simply that he found it impossible to do so.
One hand fiddled with a pencil as another tapped on the table. And then she looked up at him.
116. Hero (Sakura)
Sakura fiddled with the mechanical pencil, bored and irritated with this assignment but she figured she might as well get it done. It wouldn't be due for a while but if she got it out of the way now she wouldn't have to worry about it later. Besides, she still had another assignment to think about. It was more of a memoir/essay type of paper. The prompt being 'Who is your hero? Why? What event caused this person to become your hero?' And she honestly didn't have one of those, not that she could think of anyway. Her father had left when she was young and her mom was usually AWOL and her friends were great – she loved them, but not one of them had done something that merited 'hero'.
Feeling eyes on her, she glanced up into the black eyes of Sasuke's elder brother.
117. Gentle (Itachi)
He had no problem getting inside her apartment with the 'hidden' key she never told anyone she had – and most of the time didn't remember she had either. Closing and locking the door behind him he found the resident curled on her couch. Her back was to him and she was hugging a pillow to her with one arm, and using the other as a pillow. Her white doctor's coat was in a pile on the floor along with stockings as shoes. Her shirt had ridden up so that her entire midsection could be seen. He knew by the gooseflesh she was cold, she must have been too tired to even get a blanket.
So he quickly retrieved one and tucked it in around her.
With a soft smile and the shake of his head, he laid down beside her and curled around her – just encase. He'd reprimand her later.
118. Inside (Sakura)
When she opened her eyes she saw black and red. The sky was red and the clouds and ground were black and white outlined the black. She knew exactly where she was. The first time she'd ended up here, she was frightened, the second time wary, the third time anxious and then she accepted it. There was no set schedule, he didn't run on one of those, merely when he had the time and energy for this. But he always seemed to time it when she was asleep, not that she minded.
She still didn't know why he did this to her. But she wasn't complaining, especially not when she finely spotted him across the way.
She smiled.
He was suddenly right there, kissing her.
119. February (Itachi)
The second month of the year.
Itachi is seven now. Sasuke's got his mother's full attention and Fugaku already has too many expectations pilling up and the first one is mastery of the Sharingan. Itachi knew that no matter what he achieved, it would never be enough, that this was only the beginning. He'd become a genin, next would be chunin, after that ANBU – not even jonin. What made it easier was that little pink haired toddler who was attached to him the moment he was in her sights, and admittedly he'd done his best to make those moments as frequent as possible. His parents hadn't noticed, though he was pretty sure hers had. But they seemed to approve.
Good, he'd need that for later.
120. Writer's Choice (Itachi)
When he found her, she was glaring at a glass of water as if it was the most hated thing in the world. Surprisingly, the sight didn't perturb him, intrigued and amused him yes, but didn't bother him. It was almost disturbing how used to her doing things like this that he was.
He tilted his head slightly as he approached, "What did it do to deserve such a look?"
She didn't even glance at him, her eyes completely fixated on the liquid container.
He couldn't help the amusement he felt as it mingled with exasperation at her antics. "Sakura." He settled beside her.
Hiccup. Green eyes hardened, "It gave me hiccups, damn it." – Hiccup. – "And it now it won't take them away."
He laughed.