Last Priority
Chapter 9
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Previously on Last Priority…
She patted his arm in an attempt to cool him down and she laughed awkwardly.
Itachi tensed at the sudden contact. It was not unnatural for Sakura to do such a thing, seeing as she was an openly affectionate person. She easily returned Tobi's over enthusiastic hugs, had no problem having Kisame's arm around her shoulder when he flirted with her—and sometimes she flirted back if she was feeling playful, she locked her arm around Deidara's arm whenever they went to the town so they wouldn't get separated in the bustle, and she easily acted the part as his wife or mistress several times on their many undercover mission. Such behavior unnatural for a shinobi—a missing nin especially—because usually they kept physical contact to a minimum, being very defensive by nature.
He was more than used to her behavior and shouldn't have been surprised at her actions. But this time, he was caught off guard and didn't know how to react to the sudden contact.
Unable to think of a better response, Itachi gave his signature "Hn."
Sakura must have sensed his discomfort and removed her hand from his arm immediately and changed the topic easily. The return trip was somewhat awkward, but they somehow got through it and made their way back to the base to get some dinner before heading off to their respective chambers.
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"What the hell happened?!" Sakura looked at her partner's mangled body.
"Uh I got carried away, yeah." Deidara coughed up some blood.
She got to work immediately, stripping of the bloody cloak and healing the most fatal wounds. He had three broken ribs, several other broken bones, a ruptured lung, torn muscles, and he had burns all over his body, no doubt from getting caught in his own explosion. The only sounds to be heard were the gentle hum of Sakura's chakra and Deidara's uneven breathing, but steadily recovering. It took several, long, grueling hours and nearly all of Sakura's chakra, but she eventually healed him as good as new.
"Wow Sakura-chan, you're so cool." The Iwa nukenin examined his arms and legs, extending them experimentally.
"Deidara-kun, you were only supposed to get the scroll. I understand if you got into a few fights along the way, but not enough to get you nearly killed! What were you thinking? If I wasn't here you'd be dead by now!" She scolded, despite her chakra depletion and weariness.
"I knew you'd be back to patch me up all good, yeah."
"You're impossible."
"Thanks, yeah. Go take a shower and get some rest, you look horrible."
Once upon a time, Sakura would have taken great offense to that statement, but the vain twelve year old girl was long gone to make room for the strong kunoichi she was now. She knew it was the truth because she had been engaged in her own fights earlier and got dirty from the mud she had been fighting in and she didn't have time to properly wash off. Plus, she had just exhausted the last of her chakra healing Deidara so she knew she was pale and probably had heavy bags under her eyes.
Sakura merely nodded and stumbled to the washroom. She got cleaned up quickly, looking forward to a well deserved rest. As she was stepping out of the tub, she remembered her pack had been burned in a Suiton jutsu in one of her earlier fights. The clothes she was wearing before were torn and burnt in several places, making it unsalvageable. Great, what was she supposed to wear now? She recalled seeing Deidara's pack on the ground beside the bed and she wondered if he'd mind giving her an extra set of clothes. But how was she going to go there and get it? All she had on was her skimpy towel.
"Dei-kun?" She called.
"What do you need, yeah?"
"Can I, um, borrow some clothes?"
Deidara raised an eyebrow, "Yeah sure, but what's wrong with yours?"
"I lost my pack and mine are all burnt and torn."
"Ah, okay then, I'll leave it here by the door then, yeah."
"Thank you!"
Deidara was aware of the fondness he had developed for Sakura over the past few months and wasn't sure how he felt about her wearing his clothes. Unlike Itachi, he wasn't so hell bent on denying his feelings for her and if given the chance, he'd sure like to get closer to her. When he saw her walk out of the washroom clad in his slightly oversized clothes, he felt something unfamiliar bubble in his stomach; something that wasn't entirely unpleasant. Is this what the saying 'butterflies in your stomach' meant? He liked her wearing his clothes, there was something almost endearing in the action that made him feel like he was closer with Sakura than the others, which was a thought that pleased him.
She tugged at the large fitting clothes to make them fit more comfortably on her petite form.
"You're practically drowning in them…yeah." Deidara chuckled from his spot on the bed.
Sakura walked over to the bed to sit beside him. "You aren't that much taller than me. If I wore Kisame's clothes, then I'd be drowning."
"You got a point there."
Sakura yawned loudly and stretched her arms above her head, mumbling something about sleep. Somehow, Deidara understood her jumbled words and got off the bed for her to lay down on. He tucked her in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
"G'night Sakura-chan."
"Mmm…night Dei-kun. You should *yawn get some rest too, if you want your wounds to heal faster."
"Yes ma'am," he mock saluted and chuckled, walking over to the extra futon laid out on the ground. He tucked himself in and soon, sleep overtook his senses.
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"We're back…yeah. D'ya miss me Sasori-danna?"
Said red-headed ninja huffed in indignation, "The only thing I miss is my quiet break away from you."
"Ouch, that hurt…yeah."
Sakura chuckled at the pair's antics.
"Sakura-san and Deidara-sempai are baack! Tobi missed you two!" The masked ninja glomped onto Deidara, almost knocking them to the ground.
"Ah Tobi! Get off me, yeah!" Tobi did as told, looking down dejectedly before remembering that Sakura had yet to receive her welcome back greeting. Previous rejection forgotten, he gave Sakura a tight bear hug which she returned happily.
"Tobi's been a good boy, Sakura-san."
"Is that so Tobi?"
He nodded enthusiastically before advising Sakura that she go clean up.
"I'll just wash your clothes and put them on your bed, Deidara. Thanks again."
"Nah, you can keep 'em…yeah."
Sakura smiled and nodded in thanks as she made her way to her room, ready to wash off the accumulated dirt and grime from their travel. She seemed to be getting a lot of men's clothes, not that she was complaining; they were comfortable after all. Maybe she'd need to buy some for herself, instead of stealing everyone else's.
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"We are nearing the destination, mask your chakra," Itachi's soft voice carried.
Sakura nodded silently and did as told. She didn't feel any presences other than theirs, but their target could easily have hidden their chakra. Itachi stopped abruptly, causing her to look up questioningly at her partner.
"Hide in the bushes," his hushed voice commanded.
If she were back in Konoha and her team had told her to hide, she would have assumed that they were simply trying to protect her—which she really didn't like—or they didn't think she was strong enough to handle whatever it was they sensed. However, being Itachi, she knew he had his reasons and didn't underestimate her, nor did he find the need to protect her, so she did as told without protest.
Itachi made it about a hundred meters before he found their target…dead. There was blood everywhere; he was murdered and he obviously struggled, otherwise it would have been a clean kill. He felt a presence hiding in a tree, but he sensed they were coming out to show themselves, so he waited, even though he already knew who it was.
"Itachi," a figure hidden in the nearby trees nearly growled.
"Sasuke," his brother regarded him.
"I've gotten stronger, I'll kill you. I'll make you pay for taking everything I had!" He engaged his brother in battle almost immediately, activating his sharingan to keep up with the smooth easy movements of his aniki. A kick here, a punch there and suddenly Sasuke was pinned to a tree.
"You lack hatred, foolish brother." Itachi looked past his little brother to see Sakura staring at them, speechless. 'Perfect.'
Sakura looked back and forth between the brothers, wide-eyed. Was she supposed to help her partner, or her ex-teammate and past love interest? She was torn between the two, unsure of what to do, so she just stood there, gaping. This was not the way she'd intended Sasuke-kun to find out. Actually, she wished he'd never have to find out, but it was just naïve to truly believe it would never happen. He looked the same, for the most part, from what she remembered in their genin days. He still had ridiculously spiky midnight hair, although it was a bit longer than before. He grew several inches and now stood almost as tall as Itachi. Even though he had already killed Orochimaru and no longer worked for/alongside him, he still wore the sound outfit, complete with the purple belt tied into a bow in the back. His voice was slightly deeper, sounding so much like Itachi. What the hell? Why was she comparing him to Itachi? She was pulled from her thoughts at the sound of high pitched screeching and chirping, signaling the chidori was coming to life.
Itachi smirked. "I don't think my partner would appreciate having to fix the gaping hole you leave with that arm of yours, otouto."
The mention of a partner reminded Sasuke that he hadn't seen his older brother's blue companion yet. His words registered then. 'A medic?' he wondered. Either Kisame learned some new skills or Itachi got a new partner.
"Like I care what your partner would or wouldn't appreciate," he snarled at his older brother.
"Oh, but I think you do. Sasuke, meet my partner, Haruno Sakura." He motioned for his brother to look behind him.
Sasuke's eyes widened at the mention of the little girl he'd remembered to be obsessed with him. At the time, he was thankful for her affection, to know that someone still cared. He had fully intended to return after killing Itachi, hopefully to make her his bride and begin restoring his clan. However, at the mention of her being partners in crime with his hated Aniki, he couldn't help but gape disbelievingly at the pink-haired kunoichi that stood before them. Was this the same girl who cried as she confessed her love to him? The one who'd always stood behind them, never really able to do much for herself?
Sakura forced her face to take on an emotional mask, despite her inner dilemma; Itachi however, saw right through it and cast a pointed look at his partner, telling her this was no time to be questioning her choices.
"No…NO! This is an illusion by your stupid Mangekyou, Aniki! Sakura is in Konoha! Don't fuck with me!" Once again, his chidori roared and he swung at Itachi, only to find his older brother was now standing beside his 'partner'. Infuriated, he charged at the Mangekyou wielder once more.
"Sasuke-kun, please stop," Sakura called out meekly. "Itachi is … my partner, so I can't just stand by. I'm sorry." She stared at the ground, afraid to look him in the eye; even though he didn't posses the Mangekyou Sharingan, the pure hatred she knew she'd see in his eyes was sure to kill her.
"No Sakura… Why? Why the hell are you working with this bastard?! He killed my entire clan! WHY?!" His rage was now redirected to Sakura, red eyes glowing with rage. "I'll kill you…I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!"
He dashed toward Sakura with the intention of doing just what he said; kill her. She jumped away easily, but Sasuke saw it coming. He swung his chidori in the direction she moved to, just barely missing her. She managed to twist away, jumping to a safe distance.
"Sasuke-kun, please don't do this," she pleaded meekly.
"Tch, how the hell did someone like you make in to the Akatsuki? You belong in the village, where someone can protect you. What are you doing here?"
Previous memories that she'd long tried to forget resurfaced. When she was young and weak, Kakashi, Naruto, and Sasuke always had to save her. Every time came rushing back to her; every mission in which she was nothing but dead weight. That's obviously what Sasuke thought she was still like.
"I'm not weak Sasuke," she bit out with barely repressed anger lacing her voice, making sure to leave out the affectionate 'kun'. "Unlike you, I was able to become stronger without betraying everyone."
"Shut up…shut UP! You have no idea what I've been through!"
"No, I guess not, but whose fault is that, hm Sasuke-kun?"
Sasuke chose not to answer that and ran after her. He didn't know of Sakura's full capabilities so she decided to use that to her advantage. She easily dodged most his attacks and waited for an opportunity to let her full capacity out, which proved to be rather difficult. She may have gotten stronger, but that didn't make Sasuke any weaker and he had the advantage of the sharingan so he was able to dodge each punch, kick, and jutsu she threw at him. They continued their dance for a short while longer while Itachi watched, examining each and every move of his partner and weak otouto.
"Concentrate Sakura," Itachi's deep voice carried.
Sasuke's eyes widened and lost his footing for half a second. Itachi never gave her pointers on her fighting when she was in a real fight; he only did that when they were training. She knew that he'd spoken up this time to provide her with a lack of awareness on Sasuke's part, and that's all she needed. Sakura took the opportunity to send a chakra laced punch straight into his abdomen, sending him flying nearly 30 meter's back. She appeared behind him and kicked him back the way he came from, straight into a rock. He was able to slightly protect himself from her second, more anticipated kick by covering himself in a layer of chakra. He got up and steadied himself, looking wide-eyed at Sakura before brushing his clothes off and replacing his blank mask. She took pride in those few moments of shock on his face. Sasuke decided to really get serious and he made the seals necessary for a summon. Sakura caught on and mimicked his actions. In a puff of smoke, Sasuke was riding atop a large snake and Sakura was standing on the head of her chosen animal summon, a black wolf.
Sasuke eyed Sakura and her animal summons warily, 'When the hell did she learn to do that?'
"What do you want, Sasuke? I was just about to have dinner," Manda hissed. Sasuke chose not to answer, but the massive snake expected it.
"I'm sorry to call on you so suddenly, Marise-chan," Sakura called as she bent down to pat her summon's head.
"It's fine, Sakura-chan. What is it you need?"
"I need your help in battle."
The giant wolf merely nodded her head minutely as she growled at the snake in front of her.
"Hn, Marise. It's been a while," Manda hissed
"Not long enough, Manda." she barked back.
Marise let out a howl before engaging in battle. Each pair became one with their summons as they bit, clutched, growled, and hissed at each other. Sakura sported several burns, Marise had a few bites scattered along her body but was fine otherwise, Sasuke and Manda weren't much better off. Sakura was so concentrated on staying in sync and balanced on Marise while maneuvering them both out of harm's way that she didn't sense the few snakes Sasuke sent to sneak up behind her. Next thing she knew, Itachi was suddenly behind her.
"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to kill her otuoto; she is our only medic after all." She felt, more than heard, his deep tenor vibrate behind her.
The implication of Itachi's words hit her hard. She was their medic, that's why he protected her and was being nice to her. She could heal his eyes and he wouldn't risk losing something like that. She must have been delusional to believe that Itachi was capable making friends or being nice just because. She didn't have much time to mull this over though, for Sasuke ran straight at them, chidori crackling loudly
What did she expect, some kind of love confession ? Surely not, there was no other reason she was here anyway.
She looked up and the look in his eye said it was time to leave; their mission was finished and there was no reason to stay any longer. Sure, Sasuke could hold up against one Akatsuki member, but it would be fairly difficult to keep up with two of them, especially one being Itachi, and the fact that he was already fairly worn out. Sakura patted Marise's head in thanks before releasing the summoning jutsu and she disappeared in a puff of smoke.
Before he got any time to think, Sakura appeared behind him and whispered, "I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun." Then she swung a punch at him; he jumped out of the way and it only grazed his leg, breaking only one bone, but Itachi saw the direction of his movement and used a Doton jutsu to throw him into the ground and hold him there.
"Become stronger, you lack hate, Sasuke. Maybe then, we will meet again." Those were the last words Sasuke heard before he passed out.
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Itachi and Sakura reported the mission and Pein was not pleased, to say the least. They were stuck missionless and in training for the next few days while Leader cooled off and decided they'd suffered enough
O-o-O-o
Sakura stood behind the chair to heal the large wound on the back of Itachi's shoulder. She really wished he wouldn't injure himself so much; she was using up a lot of chakra healing him all the time and it was getting rather exhausting. That and the fact that every time he was injured, she'd have to touch him to heal him. Sure that sounded immature, but really, just touching him became a test of her self control. Sometimes the lightest brush of their arms sent shivers up and down her spine, reminding her of their toe-curling kiss all those months ago. She was also worried about him. One of these days, she knew he'd get so injured that she may not be able to heal him. Shaking herself inwardly, she refused to think about such matters that were so unlikely.
"How'd you do this to yourself this time?" She tried to make conversation to lift the tense atmosphere surrounding them.
"You make it sound as if I tried to injure myself."
"No, of course not. It's just that you get injured so often that it makes me wonder what you do when you're alone."
"I was training."
"…That's some pretty intense training to have gotten something like this." 'This' being the large cut that seemed to be left behind by some kind of weapon.
"I was using bunshins."
"This is a pretty clean cut, what happened?"
"I was training," he repeated. For someone who supposedly didn't like repeating himself, he seemed to do that a lot when he was giving his characteristically vague answers.
"You said that."
"Then there is no need to ask again."
Sakura sighed. Typical. If he didn't want to give any answers, nothing in the world would be able to get those answers from him. She finished her work in silence, but it was no longer the comfortable silence they used to share. Things had been getting increasingly tense between the two and maybe now, it was time to get some answers.
She walked to the front of the chair and stood in front of him.
"Itachi, what's wrong…"
"I can assure you that noth—"
"With us?" She knelt down with her legs tucked under her, putting her hands on top of his which were on his knees.
Itachi stiffened noticeably at the contact and her words.
"I … it's weird, because I know I shouldn't feel for a criminal, or an Akatsuki no less, but … I do."
"What are you saying Sakura," he said somewhat strained.
"I don't know, but what I do know is that this isn't one sided, Itachi."
"If you're implying that—" he was cut off with a shake of her head.
"I've seen you interact with other women Itachi. It's different with me, I can feel it. I can see it in your eyes sometimes too…and maybe, it's not all that bad, you know? Maybe it's time to stop ignoring it. Maybe we should give it a try. I don't understand how far this goes for you; it might just be physical attraction for all I know, maybe not. But whatever it is, it hasn't been going away; it's been getting worse for us both. So if ignoring it didn't work, then maybe we should try the opposite." Sakura finally raised her head to look into his crimson eyes.
Itachi seemed unfazed by her confession and merely stared back at her.
After a long moment of simply staring at each other under the moonlight, Sakura sighed. Maybe this was a mistake. It was probably just her imagination when she thought he could possibly feel anything towards her.
"Never mind, maybe I was wrong. I guess you really are just the cold killer everyone believes. Sorry to waste your time."
Just as she was about to get up from her spot in front of him, he grabbed her wrist and held her there. She stared at him wide-eyed, waiting for him to talk.
"You…are different. Your eyes hold the innocence of a child, although you are far from it and being a shinobi, you know the cruelties of the world. Your eyes hold such trust in me although I am a criminal; I could kill you, I could leave you on the battlefield alone, why do you trust me so? You act as though you want to be friends with me, with us, with the organization. We are criminals as you are, might I remind you. Why do you wish to form bonds with us?"
"I trust you because you're my partner, if I didn't trust you completely, we'd never have a functioning partnership. I know you wouldn't do any of that. And I do want to be friends with everyone. Your Leader—"
"He's your leader too."
"Fine, our leader took everything from me, so isn't it natural to want to start over and try again? I want to be friends, Itachi if only you'd let me."
Itachi's eyes narrowed. "Why? You know what I've done, what I'm capable of doing, so why bother?"
Sakura offered him a knowing smile. "It's weird isn't it, what we shinobi do. We follow the orders of our Leader, whoever it may be, without question. How do we know these missions are for the best anyway? "
Sakura took on of Itachi's hands and laced her fingers with his. He waited silently for her to answer his question as he stared at her interlocking hands questioningly. For some reason, he liked this contact and didn't have the sudden desire to snatch his hand from hers as he once thought he would.
"Tsunade-shishou told me there was more to the Uchiha massacre than we know of." He simply raised an eyebrow and waited for her to elaborate. "What exactly happened, Itachi?"
His eyes travelled to the window, recalling bitter memories of his distant past. Just how much did this girl know? "I killed my clan."
"I know, but why?"
"To test my capacity."
"We both know that's not true."
Itachi sighed and bowed his head, staring at her pleading emerald orbs. There was no point trying to avoid it since it didn't seem she'd let the subject drop so easily.
"It is a long story."
"Then give me the short version." Nope, definitely not letting it drop.
"It was a mission."
"…Wow, that's short alright. You don't really feel like telling me the reason?"
Itachi merely shook his head in response.
"You were thrown out of Konoha and labeled a missing nin because of something you were ordered to do?! So that's what Tsunade-shishou meant. You're not a completely bad person Itachi. No one is all bad, just like no one is all good. You need to give yourself a chance to be happy."
"My crime of murdering my clan may not have been my decision, but I take full responsibility for my actions. Do not forget that to survive as a missing nin I committed many crimes, murdered innocents and my time at the Akatsuki was enough to for the Hokage to hold ransom for my death. I am not a falsely accused criminal as you seem to think, Sakura."
"But you only did those things because you had no choice!"
Itachi could see the gleam of unshed tears in her emerald eyes. Was she crying for him? She was going to cry for something that had nothing to do with her. No one had ever sympathized for him because he didn't want anyone's pity, but her tears did not anger him, no, the complete opposite actually. They made him want to reach out and touch her face, tell her not to cry for him.
"There is always a choice."
Itachi bent down and placed a soft, chaste kiss on her lips. Sakura's hands tightened around his as he brought his hand to her chin and tilted her face up to him. He lingered there for a few seconds, their lips almost touching, only a hairsbreadth away.
"Do not cry for me, Sakura. I carried out my mission and have no regrets," he whispered gently, his warm breath fanning her blushing face. When he finally pulled back, what he saw in her eyes made his heart beat a slightly faster than normal. Such a feeling was new to the stoic Uchiha, but this girl had been showing him many things he was unaware of before. Her eyes held such raw emotion and affection towards him; he didn't know how to react to such a thing, seeing as how he was never faced with this situation before. Her round eyes encouraged him to close the distance between them. He captured her lips in his, pulling her closer to him to sit in the space between his legs. She knelt up to meet him as their lips meshed together. Itachi nibbled softly on her lower lip before tracing his tongue along the length of it, asking for entrance. She opened her mouth for him shyly and allowed him to rediscover the recesses of her mouth. Their tongues danced a playful dance as they explored each other all over again. Sakura let his hand free to wrap her arms around his neck. Itachi in turn, placed a hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer, while the other snaked its way through her soft strawberry locks. Their kiss soon grew fiery and passionate, tongues and teeth clashing. Each was determined to show the other what they'd been feeling the past few months. They finally broke away, panting for breath.
"What…does this make us?" Sakura asked between her breaths.
"I am not my brother Sakura."
Her face twisted into an expression of complete hurt, taking great offense to his six words. "You think that's why I…I know you're not Sasuke, it never once crossed my mind that you were replacing your brother. In his time in Konoha, he did nothing but push me away. You think I'd want you to be that person for me; to constantly hurt me?"
Itachi sighed as he took her hand in his. "I cannot give you the relationship you search for. I cannot promise to love you wholly and unconditionally, to tell you of my love for you every night and every morning. I cannot promise you a family either. I will not shower you with gifts, nor will I compliment you every minute of every day. I cannot promise you that I will not hurt you, but should I do such a thing, I can promise you that it is not my intention. I will give you what I can, nothing more."
The thought of Itachi doing any of the aforementioned things made Sakura giggle softly, a pleasing sound to the Uchiha's ears.
"I think I can live with that."
Their lips found each other again as Itachi stood up, taking Sakura with him, and maneuvered them both to the bed. Her knees buckled at the edge of the bed and she fell down with a soft 'oof', which Itachi found very endearing. He followed her soon after and his lips trailed butterfly kisses down the side of her neck. He looked at her, almost as if asking permission; she nodded in reply, catching his lips with hers once more. His hands roamed the sides of her body, memorizing every perfect curve and dip. Itachi resumed his exploration with his mouth, gently nibbling on her earlobe, making his way down her neck, suckling every so often. Sakura stiffened suddenly, remembering every 'special' mission she had been given as a Konoha ninja; the type of missions only given to kunoichi, using their body as a weapon. She recalled every obligatory seduction she'd made; the disturbing feeling of a stranger's hand roaming her body; the dirty feeling after her mission was over. But she reminded herself that this was not a mission, not a stranger and pervert trying to get in her pants as payment, this wasn't obligatory. She wanted this, didn't she? She reminded herself that this was Itachi, the man she had learned wasn't the cold-blooded man she was taught in her genin days. She trusted him. Before she could convince herself further, the man above her stopped his ministrations and simply rested his head in the crook of her neck. Itachi seemed to notice her discomfort just lay there for a few silent moments.
"…Itachi?"
He rolled off her and lay down beside her, taking her into his arms wordlessly.
"What's…the matter?"
"You are not ready."
"I—"
"I understand. There is no need to explain. There is no pressure on you, Sakura." Itachi was a lot or things, but he was never the type to push himself on a woman; this time was not different.
Sakura was speechless for a long time, simply staring into his chest as Itachi ran his through her strawberry locks. Finally breaking out of her daze, she snuggled closer to his warmth and wrapped her arms around him.
"And you wonder why I trust you so much," she mumbled into his chest.
A miniscule twitch of his lips—an almost smile—was his only response.
"You aren't going to regret this are you? You won't brush it off this time?"
"And what exactly is this?"
"Whatever we can make it."
"Hn."
"I'm taking that as a no."
"Get some rest, Sakura." This time, that miniscule upturn of his lips wasn't quite as miniscule as he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
A/N: LOL! Tricked you didn't I? You thought I was going to make that a lemon! HAHAH NAAT! Lol well it was hard enough writing that, I can't imagine going any further -_-'
but we'll see. I've been getting a few responses to my previous request and I want to thank everyone so much. I'll add it in soon enough :D
I don't think I'm going to change the rating since nothing really happened and I didn't really write anything worthy of a mature rating.
For some reason, this chapter doesn't really… idk, I don't like it. But it's been a while-ish since I've updated so I thought I'd just put it up. I don't really know how to fix it anyway. So yeah
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