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Akatsuki Blossom

With speed only Itachi could possess, he vanished and re-appeared behind me. A Kunai was raised in his hand and was pointed at my collarbone – daring me to move. Snorting, I used my own incredible speed and used my shoulder to hit the Kunai from his hand. Clenching my fists, I pulled my arm back and slammed it into his cheekbone. Sadly, with a soft poof sound, Itachi disappeared and a log was replaced.

I scowled angrily and pulled out my Katana from its sheath. I aimed its blade in an odd angle – so I could see what was behind me. I stood still and waited for his attack – deja vu sneaking up on me instead of my opponent.

Suddenly, the sight of black hair was caught in the reflection of my Katana and I moved immediately. Sidestepping his swift kick, I cartwheeled to the side and grabbed his ankle. Using a small amount of my Chakra, I released at all at once as I threw him. Though my victory was short lived when he gracefully flipped and landed on a low branch.

Pulling off his Akatsuki Cloak, I was amazed to find that he had two Katana's strapped to a utility belt around his waist. Their sheaths were a deep crimson and the hilts were shaped like dragons heads. Strapped to his utility belt was the basic Weapon holster that all Shinobi wore and a small box which I presumed had wire in.

Hastily, Itachi yanked both Katana's out from their sheaths – I gawked uncharacteristically at the sheer beauty of the Katana's. The blades were thin and long, the steel were not silver but pure black and the tips were needle sharp. I gulped as I studied the unique way he welded them, liked they were not a weapon – but an extension of his arm.

I had seen many use this form before and had instantly thought that only a true Swordsman could hold a sword with so much dominance. I was not mistaken – however, the thought of my amateur skills of using a sword against a true Swordsman – like Itachi – left my blood running cold. Though, the surprise of finding out that he could even use a Katana let alone hold one with such feminine grace and still look male and dangerous proved that Itachi is a surprising opponent.

"Prepare yourself," he warned.

Dispelling my thoughts, I returned to the battle at hand and charged forwards.

The metal of our blades clashed loudly and I could feel the Chakra of the steel pool around our feet.

I snarled and used my Chakra Enhanced Strength, in a futile attempt to push him backwards, but I wasn't able to. Using his advantage, Itachi shoved me backwards and knocked me to the ground. The Katana fell from my hands and clanked to the ground loudly. I cursed and felt the tip of his Katanas' touch my chin.

I grunted and looked up at him angrily.

I gasped, when I looked up I found that instead of looking into the cool eyes of Uchiha Itachi, I was looking into the mismatch eyes of Hatake Kakashi. His masked face was grinning while his silver and red eyes sparkled with happiness. Instead of a Katana, his hand was outstretched and his fingers were caressing my cheek gently.

He's dead, Sakura I reminded myself and soon the hallucination disappeared.

Itachi was no longer holding his Katana's, they were safely back in their sheaths and his calloused hands were cupping my cheeks softly. His Sharingan had vanished once more and his obsidian eyes held concern and worry. His long black bangs framed his pale face and his hot breath tickled my nose. I could feel the heat radiate from his toned chest and I mentally blushed at the sudden closeness.

"Are you okay?" he asked. I leaned into his touch and placed my hand over his much larger one. I closed my eyes and nodded.

"I'm fine," I lied easily.

In an instant, his hands slipped away from my face and my eyes were open again. His face was frowning as though he knew that I was lying, in fact he probably did know that I was lying. He knew everything and knew every reason behind them.

"Don't lie, Sakura," Itachi growled, his tone uncharacteristic.

"I'm not lying, I truly am fine. In my own definition," I joked, trying to lessen the tense atmosphere.
"In my definition, you are holding back and are spacing out way to much," Itachi sneered

"I was not holding back!" I protested angrily.

Itachi raised his eyebrow

"If so, why didn't you use any Ninjutsu on me. It would have worked much more efficiently then Taijutsu," asked Itachi.

I fell silent, unable to answer his question – because even though I wanted to deny it, I was holding back. Because my mind had been clouded by Kakashi, he had always had that painful effect on me and I dreaded it to no end. I looked back to Itachi and found that once again he had been replaced by Kakashi's image.

I gulped and tried to erase his calming form, repeating to myself that he was no longer with me, he had died. I clenched my eyes shut, slowly muttering the words to myself unconsciously. The helpless feeling I witness before began creeping up on me once more, but I ignored it with my entire being.

"Kakashi's no longer with me, he's dead,"

"Kakashi's no longer with me, he's dead,"

"Kakashi's no longer w-"

"Kakashi?" questioned Itachi, snapping me out of my incoherent thoughts.

"Huh?" I mumbled, trying to keep my voice from falling.

"Wasn't he found ripped apart not to far away from Iwagakure?"

I cringed at the memory of seeing his body parts, splattered with blood and his headless abdomen. The grotesque memory suddenly made me want to hurl, he had died a tragic death and I couldn't even imagine the terrible pain he had to go through. Tears began to form in my eyes as the memory continued and the temptation to vomit grew stronger.

Before I could stop myself, the tears streamed down my face and I emptied the food and liquids from my stomach. The disgusting and vile taste lingering on my tongue as I curled up in a ball, away from my vomit mess. I sniffled sobs as I trembled violently.

"Sakura?!"

Itachi's voice sounded alarmed but was coated with annoyance.

I couldn't see his face and I didn't want to, in fear that I would see the man that had been killed. The man that was once my lover. Hatake Kakashi.

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