Ah, yes I did it! It took me only two days~~! Why the rush ya ask? Well, cuz my sister wants her work laptop back ( I.hate.it. It's so slow! My smartphone is 100 times quicker than this old dinosaur! But writing on a smartphone is not the same..., at all..)
Anywayz, my lovely readers! (you know I love ya all, right? YAH YOU DO! Ah, I'm kinda sleep-deprived, haha...,ha...) I would love to hear every each of your opinions!
Special thanks to silverwolfigther00 who inspired me with one simple sentence :D (Hope it was a good enough 'bomb' ;D ) and to everyone, who faved and reviewed or even thought about my little story!
Gotta go and sleep now it's 1 AM after all, so enjoy!
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Lost but now I am found
I can see but once I was blind
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"I think I might love you"
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Itachi went on autopilot. His mind was completely switched off, the shock, his happiness upon hearing that statement leaving Sakura's lips incapacitated him wholly. He switched gears, pulled on the gas and parked his car in some gloomy alley. The motors murmuring was the only sound the two of them heard, the tension surrounding both got awkwardly thick. Sakura wondered if she might have said the wrong thing, she prepared herself mentally for a very hurtful break-up, she kept her tears at bay.
Out of nowhere Itachi's hand grabbed the pinkette's shoulders, pushing her body successfully into his direction, she felt stiff and he cursed in his mind for making her feel confused or even scared. His eyes met her own, – a shudder ran down Sakura's spine, she has never before seen Itachi with this possessive gleam in his black orbs – the uncertainty left his thoughts filling them with raw determination.
Finally, Sakura has finally said it.
In milliseconds Itachi's lips crushed the female's, coaxing her into repeating his actions. His arms spread out, massaging and grabbing every possible part of her body – he was on fire. Her green orbs changed their clearness and turned completely dazed, her cheeks took on a pink color, she looked even more appealing and his male pride wanted to mark her as his own. In the back of his mind, Itachi knew the place in which they currently resided was highly impropriate for the activities he would love to experience together with Sakura.
Their tongues touched, his arms were nearing a dangerous region and Itachi knew he had to break the contact, no matter how good it felt. They parted with a few final flicks of tongues and hickeys.
Itachi leaned his forehead against his lover's and smiled. "I was waiting for you to finally say it." Sakura blushed and she playfully hit Itachi's left arm. "You're such a teaser, you know." She gave him a peek on his cheek and Itachi had to refrain himself from pulling her tightly into his own form. The male smirked and proceeded to move the vehicle out of the alley.
"I know you love it though."
This time the pinkette actually groaned out loud and her hands covered her whole face, Itachi could have bet she was turning into the shade of a tomato.
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"I hate, hate, hate Med school classes!" Itachi heard her soft curses and sensed her foul mood the moment she stepped out of the elevator and into the 25'th floor, right where his apartment resided. He drop-sweated and felt a little nervous. Wait. Since when feels an Uchiha Itachi nervous or anxious? Then again, every male would feel the same way, it was only logical; he was after all go –
"Hate, hate, hate it!" A loud slam and equally loud stomps later Itachi encountered his slightly – understatement – upset lover. She tossed her bag somewhere far away and the thud it made had Itachi wonder over what exactly was inside. After peeling her jacket - rather aggressively - off Sakura slumped onto the couch. Right next to him. Her pink locks were spread over his upper legs, her vanilla toned arms were hiding her facial features and her legs were lifelessly hanging from the edge of the furniture.
She humped.
"Sakura I – " She removed one arm and peeked at Itachi with her radiant orbs, he swallowed his lump and looked away, what an un-Itachi thing to do. She raised a perfect shaped, pink eyebrow. Sakura wanted to comment on his strange behavior, like always she acted too late.
"Why do you hate classes?" He sent the pinkette a gentle smile and slowly raised from their comfortable position. He then walked over to their open kitchen and prepared the ingredients for a gourmet diner. The sharp minded female saw something was off with how Itachi acted. She decided to wait until he himself would bring it up. There's nothing that can move a stubborn donkey after all. The female propped her elbows up and lied on her stomach, one leg dancing in the air.
She was staying over at Itachi's apartment very often recently. While it was true MedSchool was a thirty minute drive from the Uchiha mansion and from Itachi's only a ten minute walk, she loved spending time in his apartment; she felt at peace there. Like back then, with her mother. She heard forks falling down and titled her head a little to the right. Yeah, something was definitely wrong with Itachi.
"Do you want me to lend you a hand, Itachi?"
"No, do not bother. I will manage."
Hmm, weird. Sakura let herself roll onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Soon, wariness took over and the female fell asleep.
Meanwhile in the kitchen Itachi was struggling with his incoming intentions. His parents did not know it yet, Sasuke suspected it – it had to be the training with Hatake-san that made the teen so cautious with his surroundings – and Sakura had no idea. He sighed and felt the weight of a stone leave his chest. He closed his eyes, gathered his thoughts and opened them again.
He was determined to propose to Sakura today and nothing would stop him.
Nodding to himself, the lawyer continued silently preparing the dinner.
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"..kura.." Her mind picked up a voice.
" Sakura." Her senses slowly woke. She felt masculine hands gently caressing her cheek and arm. Then, she sensed a smell, his smell. She smiled and opened her eyes ever so slightly. After her eyesight adjusted to the light inside and darkness outside, Sakura saw a pair of black orbs looking gently from above her. Her smile turned into a grin.
"You let me sleep for far too long. It's already dark outside." Sakura grabbed Itachi's shoulders and pulled him down for a kiss. To her surprise Itachi did not deepen their act, she pouted. There he was again, behaving all strange.
Itachi nudged at her neck and Sakura giggled. "You were exhausted, I wanted you to rest."
"And what is with your rest? I am sure you had a harsh day yourself." Itachi smiled into Sakura's neck and enjoyed her smell of roses. That is what he loved the most about his lover; her caring nature and warm heart. Her occupation truly fit her, Itachi was sure she would be as good as Tsunade or take it even further and surpass the blonde.
"I am well rested. " He nudged Sakura's neck a last time and took her arm into his "The diner is already set, come." Itachi pulled her up and guided her to the dinner room. Sakura wondered why he would want to eat there, usually they used it only on special occasions or when they had guests.
The pinkette had to end her thoughts for she felt a cough building up in her lungs, she sneaked her hand out of Itachi's and held it in front of her mouth. After three coughs Sakura felt a burning sensation in her organs and fatigue seemed to build up more. She steadied herself and was relieved when her coughing fit stopped.
"Sakura, are you feeling unwell?"
Sakura did not sense when Itachi walked over to her, she must be really tired. She gave her lover a gentle nod and motioned for them to walk further and eat diner. Itachi helped Sakura with the chair and walked to the kitchen for something he has forgotten. Again, he was acting a little odd. The female readjusted her hands and her eyes widened at the sight of blood on them. Has she cut herself? Did she trip over something again? She quickly stood and jogged over to the bathroom, no need for Itachi to know that.
Truth to be told Sakura remembered feeling lately weaker than usual. Her bones hurt from nothing in particular, she had quick emotion swings and got tired on every occasion. She rearranged her hair; after combing her shoulder long, pink locks she put the hair utensil back into its place only to discover how many hair it had – she cleaned it just two days ago though..
"Sakura, where did you go?"
Crap. "Ah, bathroom! One second!" She quickly cleaned her hands and brushed her teeth – just in case. One jog later she was back in the dining room with Itachi waiting at her chair.
"Don't you get tired from always being a gentlemen sometimes?" She grinned and accepted his polite gesture.
"Never." Sakura laughed softly and Itachi smiled.
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"I am only saying; why do these stupid lecturers like to question me about the most difficult things! I mean why the hell did Orochimaru- dono, that creep, examine me about a Microbiology and Immunology question, when all he is teaching us is about Cell and Molecular Biology!"
Itachi and Sakura were currently talking about their day; the later did the most talking while the other was sort of absent. Sakura ignored that and was happy someone was willingly listening to her rant.
Itachi suddenly stood up – Sakura stopped talking due to the shock of his quick movements – looked deep into the pinkette's eyes and walked with steady steps towards her.
What is he u –
"Sakura, will you marry me."
Oh.
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Wait, what!?
She stared dumbly at her lover and waited for her mind to send her some understanding signals.
"Marry you..?" she asked cloudily. Her eyes were spinning, her face was hot and everything felt so surreal.
"Yes. I am determined to make you my wife." Itachi then took her hand and decorated her finger with a beautiful diamond ring. Sakura shot up and was all over Itachi, kissing him.
"You idiot! Of course I will!" Never mind he did not ask, but more like demanded it, never mind he acts sometimes oddly, never mind his stoic nature. She loved him and wanted to love him for as long as she could.
Itachi clenched her form, so glad she finally replied. He released a quiet sigh and leaned into her neck. Finally, he has finally fulfilled his heart wish.
The idiot part was left unmentioned.
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" So, when can I expect some grandchildren?" Mikoto stood over the table. Every each of the four individuals were surprised over hearing that subject so casually thrown in between forks and dishes. Sasuke chocked on his water – spilling it on his knees, looked funny. Itachi turned into stone – Sakura followed and Fugaku just sighed.
"Mikoto, please." The woman in question just pouted, turned away and walked into the kitchen to clean the dishes, which left the rest of them sit in an awkward silence. Sasuke coughed.
"Son, how is the Tokyo Police treating you?" The head of the household spoke to Sasuke, making him look up at his father, surprised by the sudden acknowledgment.
"Good, I and the do – er, Naruto just solved a crime. We had to find a murderer." The ravenette looked up, seeing his father waiting for him to continue. "Firstly, we searched the crime scene for any hints or hidden meanings. Then, we questioned the neighbors and suspects. Afterwards we created profiles. The rest was just logical." Fugaku smirked – his eyes showed respect.
"Well done, Sasuke."
Said male had to refrain from grinning like a child, he settled on a quick 'thank you' and hoped he did not blush. He could count on his fingers all these times his father ever praised him. The newest praise sounded most real, his father finally acknowledged him.
Sasuke would probably never hear it from the male itself but Fugaku was proud of him ever since he has held his son for the first time and heard him shout out loud to the world, for everyone to hear. "I am Uchiha Sasuke!"
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I was so confused as a little child
Tried to take what I could get
Scared that I couldn't find
All the answers, honey
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There was the sound of pouring water into a cup and a ever so slightly rustling of clothes. By closer inspection a crying woman came into the picture. The middle aged blonde sat in her huge leather chair, crumpled over her own office desk. Her left arm was used as a form of pillow for her blonde scalp, the right one was gripping a cup. The smell of sake was present.
The blonde woman showed a sad smile, no matter how much she drank her favorite alcohol, today it seemed the gods have prohibited her body getting drunk. In other words; they prohibited her forgetting. She clenched her teeth. There was no way to ease away the incoming pain of her younger student.
Tsunade released a war cry and hit her head against the desk, the impact left a deep crack in the piece of furniture.
Not even hitting a table made her forget the devastating news. Her puffy eyes looked at some piece of paper. She wished it would catch fire and burn into the depths of hell. Her eyes clenched and she wished she could fix the problem. Tsunade hit her head against her desk a second time.
There was no chance Sakura would get unscathed out of it. There was not even a slight chance for her to continue her life normal.
Cruel. Fate was so fucking cruel to her apprentice.
First she lost her father, after years followed her mother and now this. Her stomach felt upset, Tsunade wanted to vomit, not because of the alcohol but because of her deep frustration. The all mighty Tsunade could do nothing to cure Sakura. That fact hit her badly; her dear student would be beginning her internship in the spring at the Konoha General, she excelled as one of the best from MedSchool. Sakura was so hugely talented.
Someone knocked, Tsunade straightened herself unwillingly and released a weak 'come in'. Sakura entered. Tsunade saw her gleaming emerald eyes, she wanted to cry again. It was in moments like these when she detested her occupation the most.
"Shishou, what's wrong?" Sakura grinned wickedly. "Don't tell me you want to give me finally a name tag, hm?"
Detested.
"Sit down Sakura." Tsunade looked at the pinkette, Sakura discovered the serious air all over the room and obeyed instantly.
Tsunade folded her arms and put them in front of her. "I have to tell you something." Sakura got worried; did she do something wrong? Was Tsunade not going to accept her at the KGH?
"As you already know, every intern or new occupant I accept here has to undergo some tests beforehand." The pinkette nodded, Tsunade put more pressure to her folded arms. Sakura got nervous.
"I received your results one hour before and.." Tsunade closed her eyes. " the blood test revealed biochemical abnormalities in your body." Sakura listened. Tsunade had to fight the lump in her throat, gods how was she going to tell it to her?
"The X ray shows various suspicious areas, not only in your chest but also in other parts of your body." Sakura stared at her mentor, no not that.
" You have small - cell lung carcinoma." Tsunade's voice was soothing and gentle, nonetheless the impact still hit the pinkette. She inhaled a quick breath and paled.
Lung cancer.
Sakura looked at the floor, her eyes were dull. "What stage?"
Tsunade replied with a motherly voice "Stage four."
The younger female released a weak wimp, she shut her eyes and clenched her head. Stage four means..
"Shishou, that means I have at most four months left!" Sakura didn't care she shouted it out. Tsunade bit her lower lip, there is still more.
"Sakura, you are also pregnant."
She felt as if lighting had struck her. Tears fell slowly down her face, Tsunade stood and hugged her student.
"You have to be strong now." Were the last words she heard before her whimpers, sobs, gasps and tears filled the huge room.
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Uchiha Mikoto was a happy woman. She had a loving husband – his silent nature did not matter to her, sentences were never needed between them, they understood each other without words – two healthy sons and a soon to-be daughter. The Uchiha matriarch grinned widely to herself, she loved Sakura like her own flesh and blood, Itachi was lucky to have found such a lovely woman. Slowly dish after dish was cleaned and neatly pursued back into the kitchenette.
Yes, Uchiha Mikoto was a happy woman, wife and mother. That is why the future events would hurt her even so more. The inevitable would soon crush her dear bubble of happiness.
The young looking female heard a silent gasp, her head turned. She inhaled a quick breath. "Ara, Sakura-chan you scared me. Suddenly appearing like that." After a quick look-over Mikoto narrowed her eyes slightly, Sakura seemed to be sad. Hopefully her prodigy son did nothing to upset the female. "What is wrong, Sakura-chan?" Sakura bit her lower lip and Mikoto felt even more worried.
Sakura had to talk to someone about it, friends wouldn't do and Itachi was out of question, at least for now. Mikoto-san was the only person with who she felt comfortable enough. She walked over to her mother-figure and hugged her tightly. With a hushed tone she spoke "Mikoto-san, I need someone to talk to." Before she realized it, tears flew smoothly down her face, onto the other woman's garments.
Mikoto automatically sensed Sakura's sudden urge to speak, something terrible must have happened. "Let's head over to my room." It was good nobody was at home right now, it would do more damage than good. With silent steps and a quiet 'alright' the two women walked steadily towards their destination.
A quick enter followed, they settled onto the two-seats couch. After a minute of muteness, Sakura decided to speak.
"I have lung cancer."
Mikoto gasped and brought her hands over her mouth; No, please, it had to be a joke! Before she knew it, there were drops of water leaving her eyelids. She had her brows deeply furrowed and looked shockingly at her little girl. Sakura was her little girl, from the moment she entered her threshold, her life; she was always so dutiful, earnest, helpful,.. diligent. Chocked sobs left her throat; eyes shutting close. Her little girl had cancer, and to that, the most deadliest one. Her heart clenched tightly, she wanted to scream – she let out loud sobs.
"Oh Sakura, my daughter! I am so sorry!" The older woman was all over Sakura in only seconds, she hugged her so utmost tightly, it almost hurt her. Sakura loved it, Mikoto probably did not even know how much solace she gifted her with, only with this simple action. Sakura's arms entwined Mikoto's back.
The two of them cried, hugging each other like that, for what seemed like hours.
Mikoto pulled gently back and held both of Sakura's hands in her own. Her orbs were filled with pain, hurt and so much love.
"How.., how bad is it?"
Sakura looked at their joined hands, she squeezed them gently and explained. "It's a.." Her voice sounded so rough from all that crying " Small-Cell Lung Cancer with extensive disease. It already spread to other organs, which means" Sakura's eyes looked duller, she was recalling what she learned by heart in Med-School. "I have about two to four months, without treatment." Mikoto's head fell down, leaning against their joined hands. She released loud sobs, Sakura's heart hurt upon seeing her mother figure so utterly broken. It took a few moments for Mikoto to gather the courage and sit up again.
"You said without treatment." Mikoto looked deep into Sakura's emerald orbs, her own were shining with unshed tears. "Please don't tell me you intend to refuse the treatment, Sakura." The female in question looked away, she felt fresh water drops forming inside her eyelids. "Sakura!" Mikoto desperately tried to understand her, why would Sakura refuse the treatment? She was a doctor herself! At that Mikoto's whole body shock – she remembered how happily Sakura has told her about her soon to begin internship at the Konoha GeneralHospital. The matriarch tried to find answers. "Sweetie, Saku – "
"I'm pregnant, okay..!"
Mikoto's eyes went wide and she gasped. Sakura stood, hands releasing their hold. She turned her back to Mikoto and put her arms gently around her belly.
"Dear God." Mikoto fell with her back against the couch, she looked completely stunned. Her gaze never leaving Sakura. The Uchiha Lady had no idea what to say or do. She had no idea how she could help the pinkette. It hurt so deeply, her own uselessness. No! Mikoto clenched her fingers into a fist and stood, walking slowly to Sakura. With gentle, motherly movements she turned the little female and caressed her head, pulling her into another bear hug. Mikoto's voice sounded gentle to Sakura's ears.
"Sakura, I cannot take your illness nor ease your pain, unfortunately. However, I want you to know sweetie " Her hands were lovingly wrapped around Sakura, Mikoto closed her eyes. " that I will accept your choice, no matter which you might choose. I want to be your pillar and support you, just like your own mother would do."
Sakura couldn't help but cry, she was glad she had told Mikoto. Now, she had the strength to fight; for her unborn child and also for Itachi.
"Itachi does not know yet, does he." It was not a question but a statement. Sakura nodded, hugging the woman tighter.
"I will tell him, soon… . Mikoto-san, please can yo – " Before Sakura could utter any more words, Mikoto silenced her.
"Shush. Don't worry I will not tell him, and do not call me with 'san'. Call me Mikoto or mother." The older woman kissed Sakura on the top of her head.
Sakura smiled.
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I wanted to create a feeling of crushed happiness in this one. You know; everything seems fine, you're enjoying your life and all, then SUDDENLY a lighting strucks you and you're screwed. Something like that, I guess?
I don't know if the saddness or despair in here was good enough so please lemme know!