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MOMENTS & INFORMATION

Last Time -

Turning her green gaze to Itachi, Sakura does not miss the amused quirk of his lips at the situation. It seems that he has realised as well, and it is much too late to turn around and go home.

Yes. By the looks of it, Haruno Sakura is on a date…with Uchiha Itachi.

"Shall I fetch your regular beverages?" The waiter asks politely, and the woman feels as if she might feint.

Itachi smirks now, and Sakura is unable to tell what is going through his closed off mind.

"That is agreeable." His deep lilting tenor replies, and for some reason the woman feels a tingle up her spine.

Then Itachi's onyx gaze falls upon her and he says, "Shall we?"

Oh shit…

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It turns out, that this whole date thing is not so bad for Sakura. Despite the secluded atmosphere, as well as the back ground music filtering through from the main area, this is not absolutely disastrous. The air is clear and humble and there is not a skerrick of awkwardness between the two shinobi, who are supposedly engaged. Granted, upon coming to this world and discovering that she is the one to marry the Uchiha Itachi, Sakura wanted to run for the hills. Now, not even a full week later, the pink haired woman is starting to grow quite smitten with the idea. Of course, the regained memories of the man across from her, really do help define the strange fuzziness of her chest at the mere sight of him. Before, it made Sakura annoyed and a little bit uncomfortable around him. Thankfully, this is no longer the case. Needless to say, Haruno Sakura has surmised that a whole lot of new obstacles will be coming her way soon. Obstacles that she never dreamed could have ever been possible.

"Did you enjoy your meal Sakura?" Itachi asks politely, taking a sip of his wine. At times like this, Sakura wishes for sake, but establishments such as these are a little more snazzy. Still, the wine helps loosen the nerves.

"Hai. It was lovely. How did you know to order it?" The pinkette replies curiously. They have just completed their main meal and are enjoying a breather before departing. Perhaps, dessert might even be on the cards.

Itachi's lips quirk on one side just noticeably. He is leaning back in his chair with a relaxed look about him. Even though the man is dressed the same as always, Sakura will admit that he looks damned good. Maybe, it is the golden light surrounding the dimly lit room. The stars are visible from up above, and the woman really enjoys this semi alfresco dining.

"When we arrived here I regained a memory. You always order the same meal." His words are to the point, said in that soft factual way of his.

"Can I ask what you remembered?" Sakura fires back, completely interested in the new information. Is this crossing a boundary?

"Not much. We ate dinner and talked about work, you complained about Naruto-kun and my Otouto, we held hands and you decided that this is your favourite restaurant." Itachi does not sound shaken up at all by the intimate meaning of this memory, and the pinkette wonders what other moments they have shared.

"Do you -" She pauses, "Do you think we did things like that a lot?" A light pink taints her cheeks. She cannot believe that this conversation is happening, and with no one other than Itachi!

"It seems so." Itachi responds evenly. "Does this bother you?" His question reaches her ears, and Sakura opens her mouth to reply, only she is unable to.

"Does this bother you?" Itachi's fingers link through her own, as they sit atop their favourite tree in the forest. The branch is thick, similar to those surrounding the outskirts of the village. Between them sits a large bento box made for two, and the light of day is starting to fade.

"No, it doesn't" The pinkette replies, a light blush dusting over her cheeks. When she was with Sasuke, Sakura held his hand plenty. For some reason, this feels much different. It's like her fingers are on fire. Their digits weave together and it feels more intimate than when they did this as children. Sakura can feel the slight release of Itachi's chakra to signify that this is a big moment for him also, he is an elite who is in control of all emotions. The girl is happy that she is an exception. This Uchiha never fails to make her feel special, and he is not even trying.

"Good." Itachi states, looking back up at the fading sky. The food is long gone and the box between them is now empty. It may not be flashy or expensive, but Sakura is really enjoying their first date.

"Arigato Ita-kun." The fifteen year old says softly, it has been months since Sasuke left and this is the first time Itachi has shown any interest. Sakura was starting to get worried, so she is very happy that today turned out to be so unexpected.

"Aa." He murmurs quietly.

The two shinobi sit in silence as the sun retreats and night takes affect. Slowly, the love birds are immersed in twilight, that finally becomes darkness.

By this point, Sakura has given into her desires and rested her head against Itachi's shoulder. Having placed the lunch box to the side. The girl has been making the most of her time with the man, but sadly he will have to leave again on a mission very soon. It secretly makes Sakura's heart ache. She will miss Itachi horribly, it doesn't matter if he will only be gone a week. They just found each other again…Yet, Sakura has yet to tell him how she feels.

"Itachi, can I ask you a question?" The pinkette finds herself asking, her heart speaking for her head.

He does not respond, only gazes down at her with dark eyes. It is affirmation enough.

Taking in a shaky breath, Sakura asks, "Itachi. Do you love me?"

Coal orbs widen slightly, but he does not falter. Instead a light smile passes over Itachi's lips and the hand holding her own squeezes tighter.

"I do." He replies easily, and the woman wonders why she worried at all.

"I love you." Sakura states softly, her words causing obsidian to fade into searing red sharingan.

Without another word, lips touch for the first time in so long and Sakura sighs against his skin. She isn't even sure who started it, but the kiss is soft and full of emotion. This time Itachi parts his lips first, and a fire ignites in the pit of the girls stomach. Letting go of his hand, fingers trail through raven locks and Itachi pulls Sakura closer by the waist. Feeling his body against her like this is heaven and the pinkette doesn't even care that she is being forward. The swipe of Itachi's tongue against hers is tortuously wonderful, and much better than any of her past fantasies about the nin.

When they rip away, after another moment or two of frenzied kissing, Itachi is breathing heavily; Sakura supposes that she is too. Their foreheads rest against each others naturally and the mask of indifference has not left her man's pointed face. It doesn't matter though, because Itachi admitted his feelings. If the lazily swirling Mangekyo is any indication, this Uchiha loves her very much.

Sakura didn't think she could be this happy, not after everything that happened before.

Itachi moves forward confidently and captures her lips once more in a chaste movement. Then he says, "Does this bother you?" A smirk now covers his pale face and Sakura can't help but laugh heartily.

No one but her will ever know that Uchiha Itachi has a sense of humour. If she told the world, the pinkette is sure they wouldn't believe her.

'Good.' Sakura thinks inwardly, she likes things the way they are.

Emerald eyes blink twice, and the restaurant comes into view once more. It has only been a moment, but Sakura feels out of it. Itachi seems to have realised what is going on and sits silently, waiting for her to speak. When the woman notices the man in front of her, a pink climbs up from her toes to match the top of her pink hair.

"I just had a memory." Sakura explains softly, unable to gaze up at Itachi's nonchalant face.

"Aa." He replies, thankfully leaving the subject be. However, Sakura misses the slight smirk covering the nins face, suggesting that he has a fair idea what road her mind decided to venture down. After all, he too has experienced such memories.

"I trust all is fine." Itachi states, stoic expression back in place when Sakura gazes back up at him. Thankfully it only took a moment or two to calm her nerves.

"Hai." Sakura replies. "Though, I have a question for you. If you are willing to answer." The images still playing through her mind do no just embarrass the girl, they have also revealed some valuable information.

"You can ask me anything, Sakura." The nin replies seamlessly, though he looks less relaxed than before. Still, it is hard to tell with Itachi.

"You have the Mangekyo sharingan." It is not so much a question as it is a statement. "How is that possible, in this time?" Her voice lowers considerably, despite being very much alone.

"That is correct. Circumstances relating to my cousin saw that I acquired the ability. May I ask what happened in your memory?" It is clear he is curious, but the woman doubts he suspects the real reason for using the blood line limit. Sakura wishes that she could lie, but she is not that person.

"Oh…Well, we kissed. Your eyes changed to the third stage, after…" The pinkette pauses, "After things got a little heated." How very embarrassing! "I discovered how we felt about each other." 'How we feel about each other.' Sakura's mind whispers, but she holds that information back.

Itachi's expression does not change, as the man sits there with his arms crossed against his chest. "Sounds like an interesting memory." He ponders quietly, eyes meeting her own confidently. Instantly butterflies flutter violently around her stomach, making Sakura wonder if he is trying to make her feel these things.

"It was." The woman flushes.

Itachi's gaze becomes thoughtful, and he seems to be in another world for a moment. Then he says, "I would be curious to know why there is no deterioration to my eyes. Memories of my sharingan have been presenting themselves more often, but I can't seem to recall such information."

"I am the head medic. I could look into your file." Sakura suggests, happy that all information is not so hard to find.

"That is acceptable."

For some reason, the kunoichi can't help but beam up at the emotionless man. His speech may be very classic, but she absolutely loves it.

"Okay. I'll go to the hospital tomorrow." Sakura continues to smile, very happy in this moment.

The rest of the date is uneventful as dessert comes and empty plates are taken by the wait staff. The bill is placed on the Uchiha account, and the couple retreat back into the night air. The town is starting to grow quieter, as people finish their meals and head home. When their fingers graze by accident, two blocks from the food district, Sakura feels a rush of adrenaline shoot through her petite form. In the next moment, her hand is reaching for his quickly and a sigh escapes from her chest when he accepts. After a moment or two, Itachi laces his fingers through her own, but Sakura does not notice…She is too busy thinking about that kiss.

Secretly, the pinkette wants to kiss him again…

xxx

This section of the Hospitals Archives room is highly restricted. Only the head medic, along with a very select few are able to enter this area. The concrete walls and metal filing cabinets that reach the top of the roof give the room a chill, despite the Uchiha section being completely sealed. Not only is a code required, but also a jutsu, to access this top secret information. After all, the clan cannot have every man and his dog knowing the secrets of the sharingan. It is unheard of! It would be similar to walking into the Hyuga estate and asking for a detailed history of the Byakugan, or asking Kiba to release the ancient hound scrolls. If anyone from other villages were to get their hands onto such information, Konoha could be in possible jeopardy. Making sure to seal the area once more, Sakura runs through the needed hand signs as an invisible barrier erects itself around the confidential information. Then, the woman heaves in a long breath and turns to the vast amount of cabinets. In front of her, is a file on every single Uchiha to ever exist; Including some written in the old language of the clan, to provide privacy. These files are almost one hundred years old however.

Focussing on the letters on front of the cold metal, the pinkette walks down the isle in front of her until her feet stop before the 'I' section. Unfortunately, there are at least seven cabinets devoted to Uchiha with names beginning with the letter. Oh well, unless she begins, nothing will ever be found out.

Naturally, when Sakura finds Itachi's name half an hour later and drinks in the complete medical history of her beau and his mysterious illness, along with the files on his Mangekyo, Sakura is enraptured. Not only has she found the answer Itachi seeks, but her own curiosity has been quelled. It is three hours later when the woman moves over to the letter 'S' and searches for Shisui's name. There is a direct link between both Uchiha in terms of medical history and the perspective of another file may be helpful.

An hour after that, it is well past lunch time and the sun is beginning to turn a burnt golden. Sakura has one thing left to do – Find Itachi and deliver some answers!

Opening and closing the seal, the pinkette slides from the records room (that should be named 'hall' for its enormity) and rushes back to the Compound. There is no time to waste.

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It is ten past two in the afternoon when Sakura reaches the Uchiha Main house with a smile upon her face, and pinked cheeks from the slight exertion. The woman knows that there is no rush, but she is busting at the seams to tell Itachi of her findings. It is exciting to know that not all things are a mystery to the them. Half the time it feels like Sakura is stumbling forward in the dark, not knowing where to put her foot next. This is a definite lead, all thanks to her pull at the Hospital. Sometimes, it feels good to be of help.

When she bounds up the stairs with shinobi speed, the woman does not think that Itachi may be busy. Sakura is so engrossed in her mission that no other rationale pushes through her one track mind. Coming to Itachi's room, the shoji screen is ripped open with a little too much force, as the medic exclaims - "I figured it out!"

Halting quickly, emerald eyes almost fall out of their sockets as the vision before her becomes clear. Itachi stands facing away from Sakura, near the end of his bed. Wet hair cascades down his defined back, the water droplets gleaming in the light of the window. There is a towel slung over his bare shoulders, and standard shinobi pants hang from his slim hips. Unable to help herself, the woman takes in the sight of the well toned shinobi a few feet away. However, when he turns smoothly and green eyes land upon flat abdominals, the pinkette almost chokes on her own tongue. Resisting the urge to 'gulp', Sakura moves her gaze from the tempting picture before her, to Itachi's face. Obsidian meet her own dilated pupils and the girl remembers common decency. Even though it is too late to say she 'didn't see', the pinkette rips her arm upward to cover her very wide eyes. Unfortunately for Sakura, her hand obscures the very visible smirk of amusement that is present upon the knowing man's face. She does not miss the vivid image of Itachi's half naked form behind her closed lids. Nor is she able to control the way her brain begins to remove the rest of his clothing with an imagination Sakura did not know she possessed. Startling forward the kunoichi is thrown head first into a very provocative memory of the man in front of her. There are no words this time, only images and slight sounds. Pictures of naked chests and flushed skin. Her own hand running down the planes of abdomen she was ogling only moments before. A breathy moan that is obviously her own, but has never left her lips before. Only it has, as memory Sakura traces her finger over Itachi's hip bones before dipping beneath an elastic waist band. A low growl enters her head and the Mangekyo come into view, swirling dangerously, memorising her every movement. Just as her palm touches very warm skin, the memory is gone and Sakura is left to blush strongly. The woman tries in vain to not see water dripping from one muscle to the next, jagged hipbones like a razor, the hair just above the waist band of his pants and the cutest belly button known to man. It is impossible though, her memory and the sight from before are seared into her impressionable brain. Stepping forward, the woman is unaware that her episode has moved her much closer to the man in her mind. With eyes still covered, Sakura jolts abruptly when she walks directly into Itachi, who has evidentially moved away from the bed. Damn him and his sneaky steps!

"Are you alright Sakura?" Itachi asks, though his tone is anything but worried. That smug bastard.

"Yeah. I just had a memory." Sakura admits, lifting her hand from her face but keeping her eyes closed. Realising how close she is, the woman flexes her fingers against taut skin. Oh no! Itachi's stomach is beneath her other hand and the kunoichi wonders how that happened, resisting the urge to move closer she pulls herself away quickly instead.

"May I ask what it was about? You chakra has spiked significantly. Something bad perhaps?" Itachi's voice is as toneless as always, but there is a distinct knowing to his tone that Sakura dislikes very much.

Stepping over to the bed, the woman does not realise that her eyes have in fact opened are are watching his back once more. Reaching forward, the man picks up his plain navy clan shirt and slips it on easily. Then he proceeds to continue to dry his hair with the discarded towel.

"Um. It depends how you look at it." Sakura replies, ignoring the memory that is fighting its way to the front of her mind. "It's fine Itachi, really. What I have to tell you is so much more important." She finishes, hoping to just move forward from this horribly embarrassing incident.

Nodding once in understanding, the Uchiha utters, "Very well." Motioning for Sakura to take a seat on the bed. The pinkette does as suggested and waits for the nin to join her. It doesn't take long for Itachi to run his comb through the long tendrils of ebony, before deciding to leave it out for awhile. Then, he too takes a place on the bed, a respectable distance from the woman parallel to him.

"As you know I went to the records room today. Thankfully I was able to get into the Uchiha area and read your entire file. I couldn't bring a copy, as you know the clan conditions to not allow." Sakura relays, and Itachi merely nods in silence.

"You got the Mangekyo at six years of age. Is that correct?" The pinkette questions.

"It is." He says softly, no harsh edge to his tone. This is a topic that he can discuss with Sakura easily. Despite it being sensitive of nature.

"Tsunade-sama was called in by Fugaku-san for your case at eleven years of age. It seems that you presented respiratory symptoms, as well as the beginnings of nerve damage and high fevers. The hemoptysis was mild at this point, and is what you refer to expelling blood periodically from the mouth. Did this happen to you in the other time?" Sakura asks, a worried expression across her face. It is impossible for her shining emerald eyes to seem impassive at the thought of Itachi being so unwell.

"Hai. I took anti-inflammatories and steroids for many years. However, medical care is not readily available for missing nin like myself." Itachi explains easily, like there is nothing to worry about.

"That's horrible." The woman replies, as her eyes meet his own blank ones. It is clear to see that he is merely stating facts, and Sakura feels a fool for being so upset over the matter.

"It is life." His voice reasons, not breaking the gaze.

Clearing her throat, the medic looks away from Itachi and straight ahead. He is alive and fixed, there is no reason to be upset!

"Tsunade-sama diagnosed you with a rare for of vasculitis, which is an autoimmune disease that attacks the nerves and blood vessels. It is usually triggered from a stressful event or strain on the body. It is easy to assume that you used the sharingan a lot after the Mangekyo came in, and that triggered the event. The Microscopic Polyangitis is the complete name of the disease and is the reason your eye sight was affected so soon. Thankfully, we live in a shinobi village. If you were a civilian, you would have died from your condition. Tsunade-sama was able to perform a procedure to eradicate the disease and strengthen your blood vessel production. It was during this time she discovered that you had lost more that twenty percent of your eye sight."

Itachi takes in the information silently, and Sakura reaches out to take his hand in hers. It is not outwardly noticeable, but the woman can feel a slight change in the man. Though, she can not pinpoint the exact feeling he exudes.

"Tsunade-shishou did tests on your eyes as well as Shisui's and discovered that he also had deterioration. Though, his was much less because of his completely healthy form. Luckily for the Uchiha, vasculitis is not genetic and is an anomaly. It was then that your father allowed her access to secret records only very few see. The information isn't included in your file, but it resulted in an eye transplant. Shisui took your eyes and you his, resulting in a shock to the optic nerve to produce a protective ball of chakra around the retinal artery and the areas that create blindness. It is hard to believe, but you will never lose your eye sight again. You can use the Mangekyo as much as you like." Sakura squeezes his hand in hers, ending her small speech on a high note. For many moments, the two sit in silence with clasped hands.

Then Itachi says, "Arigato Sakura." His tone is unchanged, but the tenseness to his form is gone.

"It was my pleasure." The pinkette beams, very happy to be of help. Pausing, a blush covers her cheeks before Sakura speaks. "I'm sorry about barging in before. I didn't mean to, you know…" The woman trails off, completely embarrassed once more.

Itachi chuckles lightly, lacing his fingers between her own like he does it every day. (He probably did.) He is happy that the illness chapter in his life is closed, and that both Shisui and himself are able to protect the village without going blind. It is a true step forward in terms of medical progress. The nin also can't stop himself from gazing at Sakura's pretty pink cheeks. He will not admit it, but the man is very happy with her reaction to his body. The medic sees naked shinobi at work all the time, and he is certain that those clinical appointments do not stir such a fuss in her. Itachi wonders what her memory was about, if her perusal of his form triggered the event. If so, it is safe to say that her recognition is something of the provocative variety. It makes the nin wish to see into her mind.

Noticing that Sakura is unable to meet his gaze, after the apology, his lips tilt a little at the endearing picture.

"Sakura." Itachi calls her attention evenly and she looks up at him with wide eyes full of an unfamiliar emotion. Slowly, he surveys the woman for any sadness or hurt, grazing over the flush of her cheeks to finally land on rosy parted lips. When he gazes up again, Sakura has her own viridian focussed on him, darting between his lips and dark eyes. Silently, Itachi understands her secret want, and has been inwardly longing to kiss her also. Ever since arriving here, the Uchiha has been having flashes of intimate moments with Sakura, each growing progressively more adult. Being the gentleman he is, Itachi made sure to keep a distance and avoid intimate thoughts at all costs. Though now that the woman of his desires seems to be reciprocating his feelings, holding back is getting harder and harder.

When Sakura gazes back up at Itachi once more, the woman gasps as the sharingan stare back at her steady.

"Sakura." He says softly, like he is asking a question.

Without thought, the woman replies, "Ita-kun." Then she is moving closer, just like his dreams. Itachi's hand moves to brush away her pink fringe, and the girl leans closer to his touch; Just like her own memories. It is clear that they both feel it now. Something is going to happen, as anticipation crackles through the air.

Sakura's eyes flutter shut, and Itachi lips just graze her own softly, sending electricity down their spines – When, the door is ripped open loudly, to reveal Naruto and Sasuke standing at the threshold.

"Sakura-chan! You forgot to meet us for training!" The blonde hollars and Itachi and Sakura almost sigh in disappointment. Instead, the man slides away from the pinkette smoothly, leaving the girl to blush a bright crimson.

"Aw, sorry guys. I forget you two are so yuck!" Naruto rubs the back of his neck, brushing it off like he sees them kiss all the time. (Does he?) "Anyway, are you coming?"

Sakura turns to Itachi instinctually and a silent look is passed between the two. "Okay, I'll be right there." Then the girl stands and prepares to go to her room to change.

"Aniki. Will you be joining us?" Sasuke pipes up in that blank tone of his. "Perhaps your own training has worn you out. JiiJii." The youngest Uchiha mocks drolly. A smirk covers his pointed face, and Sasuke looks quite proud of himself.

After a moment, where Itachi does not seem to be bothered by his brothers teasing remarks, he responds with a nod. "I will come." He intones.

"Aw. Sweet! This is going to be fun, ne Sakura-chan? We haven't sparred in so long!" Naruto fist pumps the air, walking out into the hallway.

Needless to say, it does not take long for the four to prepare themselves and be on their way. As the small group walk to training ground 3, Sakura and Itachi try to put the kiss to the back of their minds. Unfortunately, neither succeed.

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