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072. spite
A faint smile was set to her lips as she idly took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers together gently. Then she timidly pecked his lips. She grinned, almost victoriously when his arm draped over her shoulders and pulled her close.
"I like you, Itachi-san," she murmured, almost lovingly. "You may not know it, but you're very sweet in your own way."
"You may not know it, but I can see right through you, Medic."
She giggled, her voice tinkling and echoing in the still air. "What do you mean? Everyone sees right through me. I'm a bubble of emotions."
"Then you must not be surprised when I say, you don't really want to be with me."
Her expression froze, and she forced out a laugh. "That is by far the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard in my life."
"Does the name Sasuke mean anything to you?" His Sharingan was rotating slowly, and she could swear she saw a hint of malice in those crimson eyes.
Her grin only widened. "Of course it does. He's your brother."
"And you love him." His tone was certain, and monotonous. No different from his usual voice, really.
She waved it off. "That's in the past." She rested her head against his shoulder, as if affirming that, indeed, there was no one in her eyes other than the older Uchiha.
His eyes shone. "I can see right through you, Sakura. It's not in the past."
The twinkle in her eyes didn't fade. "Whoops. You got me."
A/N: The more I write these drabbles, the more angst I put in them. T-T I wanted to make these happy. Ahaha, well, I've got lots of chances, I guess.
Reviews are appreciated. Oh, and happy Halloween!
