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The Fifty-Fifth Hour: Fate

"Cute. You worry about me." Not too long ago, they had been on an all-out game of chase, so how she managed to joke around and tease him like this was beyond her. (Then again, a while ago they had been straight out making out, so she wasn't very surprised anymore.)

"Now, is that such a big surprise?"

She thought for a moment.

"No, not really."

No matter how cold and ruthless people thought Itachi was, the truth was simple. He was caring, so caring that it hurt to see someone like him die by the hands of the person he was trying to protect.

If this was fate, then…fate sucks.

The Fifty-Sixth Hour: Interview

"Let's play a game."

He looked up. "What kind of game?"

She made eye contact with him and sneered. "It's called 'The Interview Game'."

He looked skeptical but he didn't reply, so she took his silence as a yes.

"Great. Let me be the interviewer first then. As the interviewee, you must answer all my questions honestly."

He scoffed. "Easy."

Smiling mischievously, she challenged him with her eyes. "First question: What do you like about Sasuke?"

She felt a surge of triumph as he glared at her. Finally, he sighed and answered. "You probably don't know this, but he used to run after me, tripping and falling at every turn. He would come up to me and ask me to piggyback him."

She resisted the urge to giggle. "So you thought he was adorable?"

"No, I thought he was annoying."

Her smile dropped.

"However, he was the only one who had the fortitude to do something like that towards me, so I treasured him."

She found her smile returning. "Isn't that nice?"

He ignored her comment. "May I ask a question now?"

"Go ahead," she encouraged.

"What do you like about Sasuke?"

Her smile dropped again.

The Fifty-Seventh Hour: Fear

Not only did the question catch her off guard, but Itachi's expression did as well. While she had asked the question rather lightly, his question had been serious. The way his eyes seemed to pierce right through her told her so.

He was being extra observant right now, but why? Rather than a simple game of interviewing each other, this seemed more like an interrogation, and it was quite disconcerting.

"W-why are you looking at me like that?" She wanted to smack herself for stuttering, but Itachi's gaze really had the strangest effects on her.

"Like what?" he asked, not at all lowering the intensity of his stare. At her inability to answer, the tomoe in his sharingan began to spin in an attempt to scare her into submission. "I'm the interviewer here. Answer the question."

"I…" She really didn't know what to say. What if her answer agitated him even more? Then again, why was she showing fear now? When he had had her at his mercy during the first seventy-two hours, she hadn't showed any fear…so why now?

She realized that it was because she actually cared now.

She didn't fear for her life. She feared that Itachi would hate her for the rest of her life…or his life. Their time together was limited; she didn't want him to hate her for the whole duration of it.

"Don't…" she started.

If possible, his glare darkened further. "'Don't' what?"

"Don't hate me," she whispered, voice trembling.

Sakura only had time to open her eyes before his lips were on hers.

The Fifty-Eighth Hour: Jealousy

The kiss was breath-ceasing and demanding, yet reassuring at the same time. Although it was getting her all hot and bothered, his kiss had a way to calm her, to tell her that no, he will never hate her. It told her that he wanted her so much that it was frustrating.

"Ita-" she gasped, but was quickly cut off by his lips again.

She was about to smack him to get his attention when she noticed his eyes, which were carefully watching her every move, her every breath. It stirred butterflies in her stomach, weakened her knees, and turned her whole body to jelly.

Why does he always look at me so intensely?

When he finally let go, she was panting for air. Just to make his point, he grabbed her chin and gently tilted it up so she met his gaze. "I don't hate you. I won't hate you. So please, tell me. I need to know."

And she finally realized that Uchiha Itachi was jealous…of his little brother.

The Fifty-Ninth Hour: Sensual

"Well to start off, his chicken butt hair was kind of eye-catching."

He didn't seem surprised or amazed.

"His eyes are pretty captivating. Like, just by looking into those eyes, my knees would get all weak and stuff." She mentally added, "But your eyes weaken my whole body."

Oh, she could practically feel the fiery vibes he was emitting right now.

"His voice is…how do I put this? It…gives me an eargasm."

He twitched.

"Oh and his body…His body is absolutely amazing…" She licked her lips as seductively as she could.

And Itachi snapped.

Within a second, she found herself pinned to a tree, immobile under Itachi's hold and scrutiny.

He had her body pressed up against his and dare she say, his body is absolutely absolutely amazing. It was hard at all the right places, and she could just imagine those (damn right sexy) muscles against her own flushed skin.

"Oh?" he purred lowly into her ear, pulling her main focus away from those delicious abs of his. "And how does my body make you feel, hm Sakura?"

His sensual whispers promised great pleasures to her if she said the right answer –and rather painful pleasures if she said the wrong one.

Not wanting to make the decision –she was not a masochist by nature, but after dealing with Itachi, she thinks she needs to have a personality check- she opted out with trying to push him away. Her tiny struggles against his larger form were appetizing, and her quiet mews only added to the delight.

"Hey," he whispered again.

"Y-yes?" she squeaked.

"It's your turn to ask a question –and I have the perfect question for you to ask."

She was too lost in Wonderland to tell him that the interviewer is the one who comes up with the questions. "What is it?"

He takes in her half-lidded, clouded eyes with satisfaction and gives a dark smirk. "Ask me…'What do you like to eat?'"

Too exhausted to resist, she obeyed him easily. "What do you…like to eat?"

She felt his rough hand slip under her shirt and slowly snake its way up her back, leaving fleeting yet burning sensations along the way. He nuzzled her nape before sniffing and sighing in content. "I like to eat..."

"Eat…?" she murmured, fisting her hand in his soft hair and bringing her legs up to wrap them against his waist (they were way too weak to stand anyway). In response, he pressed his body even closer, successfully keeping her off the ground.

His lips were a fraction of an inch above hers. She could feel him chuckle, the sound resonating against her chest pleasantly.

"I like to eat…you, Sakura."

She fainted.

The Sixtieth Hour: Embarrassing

When she woke up, she was just outright confused.

It occurred to her a mere three seconds later that she had blacked out.

It took another ten seconds for her to realize that she was still in the Tsukuyomi.

And another minute to come to her senses and have the capability to wonder how it was possible to actually faint in a genjutsu.

But technically speaking, nothing was impossible in a genjutsu, especially in the Tsukuyomi.

When she finally sat up, Itachi was there to steady her.

"Are you alright?"

She didn't know why, but hearing his voice at such a close proximity made her shiver.

And then it hit her.

"Damn!" she cursed.

"What is it?"

She tried to ignore the chills that were still running down her spine from his silky voice.

"I can't believe I just fainted from hearing you say such an embarrassing thing! That's like…so weak!"

He would have laughed if she hadn't just insulted him.

A/N: Double update attack! LOL Thanks for reading! See you next time! ^^