Rain, Rain, Don't Go Away
Title: Mouth-Watering
Author: bleu-bella
Word Count: 689
Created: May 5th, 2009
Completed: May 16th, 2009
Updated: January 8th, 2011
Packing was such a pain.
All that was left in Sakura's room were the bookshelves (she had bought some that wouldn't be too difficult to move), the books she was leaving behind (far less than she should be), and a sleeping bag on the floor for the next two nights until she moved into her apartment.
Stretching her arms, the young rosette walked over to the window and leaned against it, looking outside. Sakura counted her blessings that TenTen had decided to live off-campus with her. She needed peace and quiet for studying- something she knew she wouldn't get in a dorm.
It was still light outside, around six-thirty or seven she estimated- given the shadowing- which meant...
Eyes widening, Sakura dashed for the door.
I have to save him, he thinks to himself, over and over, about his (innocent, so innocent) little brother. The brother who has done nothing (nothing) to deserve the fate his hateful family will chain him with.
Unbreakable, poisonous chains.
Itachi understands now. I can save him, he thinks.
And he will.
Uchiha Itachi, prodigy of his clan, obedient son, loving brother-
"Itachi-san."
She could see him sitting on one of the neighborhood park's benches, their designated meeting place for many a summer evening like this. Her eyes softened and her pace slowed as she took in the image before her.
Itachi's long, silky black hair was down today. He was wearing a dark short-sleeved shirt with grey pants, legs crossed and a hardbound book open in his hands. A smile spread across her face at the pair of glasses he was wearing, which made him look...
Mouth-watering, Ino's voice whispered wickedly in her mind.
Sakura's smile widened. Yeah, mouth-watering.
"Itachi-san," she said, approaching the bench. He shifted a bit on the wooden bench, closing the book (which she could now see was Boris Pasternak's "Dr. Zhivago") and looked up at the green-eyed girl.
"Sakura-san, how are you this evening?"
"So tired," she said, stifling a yawn, "but I'm really excited. I finished all of my packing today, you see." She sat next to the Uchiha. "How are you?"
"I am well."
"That's good to hear."
Watching him was becoming somewhat addictive for her. Itachi's face was barely turned toward her, both darkdark eyes on her own green ones from behind the glass lenses. She couldn't tear her gaze away.
Even after all this time, he was more enchanting than was good for her health.
Sakura cleared her throat before her blush could become too noticeable.
"So, uh, I hope you're ready for school. The graduate campus is brilliant! Are you going to commute from home?"
"Actually, no."
The rosette raised an eyebrow at her generally impassive companion. Did she just hear a hint of emotion (since, from her experience, "excitement" was not a part of Uchiha Itachi's expressible vocabulary) in that (sinfully silky) voice?
The exceedingly quiet and reserved nature of the Uchiha heir incensed Sakura's curiosity to ridiculous levels. Every time she caught a hint of anything in his demeanor, she could barely contain her fascination and need to see more.
This time was no different.
"Why?"
Itachi could not fathom how the rosette sitting next to him managed to get under his skin- much like she was demonstrating now.
Perhaps it was her child-like need to hear about absolutely everything, or the way her jade-green eyes seemed to widen when she wanted something from him, maybe even the barely visible pout in her lower lip which seemed to effect everyone around her (including, unfortunately, himself); more than likely it was a combination of all three.
He sighed, almost imperceptibly. Secrecy be damned; this (his, a dark recess of his mind whispered) pink-haired pixie had become a part of his life in a way he hadn't foreseen that she would.
"It is best if I do not continue to reside under my family's roof. I suppose my reasons would fall under the Act of Rebellion category, if you wish to know." Some of them, at least.
"Is that so?"
She sounded much too curious (much too alluring).
"Do tell, Itachi-san."
