Title: Moments in Time

Author: AppleL0V3R

Beta-reader: SymphoniaFreak

Fandom: Naruto

Pairing: Uchiha, Itachi and Haruno, Sakura

Chapter: Twenty-One – Four-Hundred-One through Four-Hundred-Twenty

Rating: T

Type: Drabble Collection – Incomplete

Summary: 500 Short {crazy, funny, serious, angst filled, loving} moments between Itachi and Sakura.

Word Count: 3,510

Disclaimer: If you've heard of it before, then it's obviously not mine.

Note: Each skit is between 75 and 125 words. Also, they don't belong to anything (one-shots/stories/etc.) at this moment, but if you would like me to make them into something then please tell me. They won't always stick to the names I put beside them though I did try.

Finished (and posted) Skits-turned-one-shots: #2 Touch, #5 First Kiss, #7 Orgy, #8 Lick, #9 Kinky, #13 Sacrifice, #14 Sin, #16 Lies, #17 Family, #19 Relief, #20 Writer's Choice, #21 Pride, #22 Prejudice, #23 Date, #24 Courage, #25 Passion, #27 Hide, #28 Hot, #29 Secret, #30 Sexy, #31 Lust, #32 I, #33 Orange, #34 Buy, #35 Emergency, #38 Unity, #39 Jargon, #42 Forbidden, #43 Baby, #44 Forever, #45 Crazy, #46 Life, #48 Think, #50 Soul, #51 Impress, #52 Two, #54 Stare, #55 Accident, #57 Werewolf, #58 Excuse, #60 Writer's Choice, #65 Costume, #70 Heart, #74 Tall, #75 "Pleased to Meet You", #77 Suicide, #85 Dress, #88 Heat, #94 Short, #95 Circle, #97 Pregnant, #99 January, #101 Car, #106 Karma, #110 Shoes, #113 Vulgar, #114 Big, #115 Small, #116 Hero, #117 Gentle, #119 February, #120 Writer's Choice, #126 Sweet, #129 Laces and #137 Alcohol.

Unfinished (and not posted) Skits-turned-one-shots: #3 Sex, #4 Kiss, #10 Suffer, #11 Lips, #36 Real, #37 Vampire, #40 Writer's Choice, #62 Shower, #63 Tell, #78 Cliff, #81 Tea, #82 Physical, #83 Tale, #86 Smoke, #87 Talent, #89 Cold, #90 Imagine, #91 Gift, #93 Truth, #96 Time, #98 Camping, #100 Writer's Choice, #102 Attractive, #103 Food, #104 Punk, #105 Party, #108 Sing, #109 Hospital, #118 Inside, #121 Try, #122 Loveable, #128 Boat, #130 Decorate, #131 Slave, #133 Armed, #134 Cut, #135 Love Me, #136 Villain, #138 Outside, #139 March, #140 Writer's Choice, #141 Sun, #143 Gay, #144 Video, #145 Music, #146 Paint, #147 Forest, #148 Face, #149 Pants, #150 Wedding, #151 Pierce, #152 Do, #153 Threat, #154 Meet #155 Kiss Me, #156 Skeptic, #157 Lip Stick, #158 Dazzle, #159 April, #160 Writer's Choice, #161 If, #162 Laughter, #163 Have, #164 Farm, #165 Moment, #166 Santa Claus, #167 Dance, #168 Dance, #169 Silly, #170 Displaced, #171 Breed, #173 Guard, #174 Acid, #175 "I Love You", #176 Hate, #177 Eye Liner, #178 Settle, #179 May, #180 Writer's Choice, #181 Happiness, #182 Wet, #183 Hell, #184 Animal, #185 Smile, #187 Control, #188 Abhor, #189 Clown, #190 Decadence, #191 Eulogy, #192 Doom, #194 Lost, #195 Found, #196 Things, #197 Prostitute, #198 Paragraph, #199 June, #200 Writer's Choice, #201 Make, #202 Photo-graph, #203 Depth, #204 Desire, #205 Frown, #206 Jet Plane, #207 Let Go, #208 Distract, #209 Believe Me, #210 Machine, #211 Cry, #212 Over, #213 Space, #215 Shopping, #216 Mind, #217 Impression, #218 Ignorant, #219 June, #220 Writer's Choice, #221 Why, #222 Marriage, #223 Can, #224 Pretty, #225 Travel, #226 Orgasm, #227 Good, #228 Bad, #229 Skill, #230 Famous, #231 Rape, #232 Under, #233 Alien, #234 Play, #235 Stolen, #236 Lover, #237 Underling, #238 Callous, #239 August, #240 Writer's Choice, #242 Make Up, #243 Beg, #244 Forget, #246 Remind, #246 Sympathetic, #247 Remind, #248 Wonder, #249 Fantastic, #250 Will, #251 Steal, #252 Mask, #253 Warm, #254 Sour, #255 Starving, #256 Write, #257 Presence, #258 Shelter, #259 September, #260 Writer's Choice, #261 You, #262 Christmas, #263 New Year's, #264 Halloween, #265 Damned, #266 Acoustic, #267 Right, #268 Wander, #269 Pure, #270 Politics, #271 Book, #272 Black, #273 Warn, #274 Words, #275 Attention, #276 Read, #277 Virginity, #278 Whipped, #279 October, #280 Writer's Choice, #282 Birthday, #283 Old, #284 Young, #286 Beautiful, #287 Wrong, #288 Please, #289 Water, #290 Chemical, #291 Wings, #292 White, #294 Gang, #295 Inattentive, #297 Caught, #298 Weapon, #299 November, #300 Writer's Choice, #301, #302, #303, #304, #305, #307, #308, #309 Ocean, #310, #311, #312 Pray, #313, #314, #315, #316 Telephone, #317, #318, #319, #320 Writer's Choice, #321 See, #322 Taste, #323, #324 Anniversary, #325 Empty, #326 Sensitive, #327 Devil, #328 Possible, #329 Help, #330 Cow Boy, #331, #332 Care, #333 Resist, #334 Diary, #335, #336 Silence, #337 Tattoo, #338 Arrogant, #339 Window, #340 Writer's Choice, #341 Who, #342, #343, #344 Fiction, #345 Fallen, #346 Piano, #347 Still, #348 Insane, #349 Sick, #350 Midnight, #351 Letters, #352 Blood, #353 Unruly, #354 Faint, #355 Just Words, #356 Pleasure, #357 Fuck, #358 Seduce, #359 Dormant, #360 Writer's Choice, #361, #362, #363, #365, #366, #367 Trust, #368, #369, #370, #371 Alone, #372, #373, #374, #375 Perfect, #376, #377, #378 Seductive, #379 Revival, #380 Writer's Choice, #381 When, #382, #383, #384, #385 Demon, #386, #387, #388, #389, #390, #391, #392, #393 Bird, #394 Grace, #395, #396, #397 Complex, #398 Bought, #399 and #400 Writer's Choice.

My apologies for the multiple 'crime' and 'court of law' themes, I think I've been watching a too much Law & Order, Franklin & Bash, and Suits.

408 Hold is the second part to 95 Circle

Edited on: November 6, 2011

401. When (Itachi)

He parked the car in the nearest space to the entrance that he could find before turning off the car and getting out. With a glance at his watch, he saw that he was a bit early, but headed for the front doors all the same.

The airport was one of the smaller ones in the area but was still five stories high. Having been inside previously on multiple occasions, he didn't bother looking up at any of the signs. Baggage claim would be on the left side, and her specific one was supposed to be section three. On a screen was a map with her flight on it, showing its progress and time of arrival.

Glancing at it briefly, he found a seat. She would be here soon enough.

402. Terrible (Sakura)

Sakura can't cook. It's not an opinion, it's a fact and she knows it. For the most part, that had never been a real problem. She kept simple foods in the house, things that were microwavable. It wasn't like she had enough time to actually cook a full meal anyway.

So she would grab an apple in the morning, ramen or tempura if she was in the mood in the afternoon and find something in the house for dinner.

But when Itachi starts dropping by whenever he wants to, and usually at a meal time, he insists she learns how to cook no matter how terrible she is at it. And so the infamous Uchiha clan heir starts giving her cooking lessons of all things.

403. Swim (Itachi)

It was rare that Itachi went to the indoor pool room that his family owned, especially now that he was older. He didn't have the time to go for a swim anymore, and as much as he wished he could, it was one of the many things that he'd learned to cope with.

Now if he ever entered the large room, it was usually as a short cut to get where he was going, or to avoid using certain hallways. And right then was one of those times where he was escaping from distant relatives that would be here within the hour.

He'd planned to use it to get outside into the expansive backyard that could be seen through fully glass wall. But he'd been stopped short at the sight of an unknown pink haired woman climbing out of the water in nothing more than a bikini.

404. Court (Sakura)

Sakura didn't like being in court. Which was an occupational problem considering she was an attorney, it was naturally part of the territory. But for one reason or another, she didn't like being in a courtroom for long. There wasn't any particular reason for it and it was certainly something she could ignore, it was simply a matter of fact.

And perhaps it was part of the reason that she could be unorthodox during the proceedings. It didn't matter what the case was or what she was proving, she tended to get bored and would try to find ways to liven things up.

Sometimes it worked like a charm, but most of the time she won anyway.

And then she would get in trouble with Itachi because Ino couldn't stop gossiping.

405. Sanction (Itachi)

"You have the right to remain silent." The words rolled of his tongue with the ease of familiarity. He'd been part of the government in general far too long to not know the words by heart. "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." As he read the woman her rights, he pulled her arms behind her and cuffed her wrists, as was procedure.

Still speaking, he began to pat the rest of her down. In her front right pocket of her jeans were keys to the stolen vehicle, in the back right was a phone, and in her back left was a wallet. Her long pink hair and green eyes were familiar and the urge to check her ID for a name was overwhelming.

Until he remembered why she was familiar. This was Sakura, Sasuke's best friend.

406. Day Care (Sakura)

Sakura loved children, they were adorable and innocent and amusing to interact with or even just watch. However, there were some times when they got on her nerves like no tomorrow. Though she guessed it was more because she was in room full of children, shinobi student children to be exact, than anything else.

Iruka had asked her to see to their lessons because he couldn't be there for most of the week. So here she was filling in for one of her favorite teachers. Thankfully she'd had the common sense to drag Itachi with her today. Especially after the children had tried to treat her like a civilian.

Itachi was settled at the desk, watching with nonchalant eyes as she stood at the board, teaching the class their lesson.

407. Upset (Itachi)

Her touch was feather light and gentle, but there was no mistaking the intention in her actions, No mistaking the way she curved her arms around his chest and locked them behind his back, the way she buried her face into his neck. Her back was straight, stance firm, but her shoulders were relaxed and her neck exposed.

Eyelids lowered over black eyes, affecting nonchalance and boredom to cover up the way they had softened at her course of action. Without so much as missing a beat, he brought his arms up and wrapped them tight around her small waist and placed his chin on her shoulder, face turned to her neck. He pressed a soft kiss of thanks there.

His turbulent emotions had calmed.

408. Hold (Sakura)

Relief was the first thing she felt. It was coupled with the sound of her heart dropping, and the numbness in her legs as she pushed to go just that much faster.

They were alive.

She couldn't believe it. They were alive. They were right there. And they were alive. Alive. The thought made her throat constrict from too many emotions pushing to get out. She didn't bother to try stopping in time, didn't even slow down in her fast pace, and because of it she ended up crashing into the both of them. All three toppled over and fell to the ground.

"Mom." She whispered, because she could. "Dad." And she knew they would respond.

Their arms wrapped around her tightly.

"Thank you, Itachi."

409. Gone (Itachi)

Sometimes, once things are taken, they are hard to get back. And when they are gone, they are not easily retrieved. And other times, those things simply stay gone. And when they are people, they do not return. Those were hard learned lessons for Itachi, ones that he made sure he wouldn't forget.

Black boots were silent despite the rain and gravel of the terrain, the stride quick and graceful. The new moon left the world in blackness to the point that he nearly blended in, but it didn't matter because he was the only one outside.

The local news had forewarned of a hurricane, and the people here were wise enough to heed it because there was a good chance of it happening.

He was still looking for his lover after the last one.

410. Scientist (Sakura)

Sakura was a doctor, there was no doubt about that. Saving people's lives and making them better was a career that she loved to do. But medicine came from science, from the biology and chemistry and physics of fixing the problems of the human body to make patients better.

Which meant, that first and foremost, she was scientist. And as a woman of science, she was curious about the frontiers in her field, wanting to experiment and question and prod until she had answers.

Unfortunately, It was rare that a subject of said experimenting was inanimate or even plantlike. She preferred to go directly to the source of her curiosity and more often than not, that stemmed from human actions.

And Uchiha Itachi piqued her interest.

411. Lucky (Itachi)

Itachi doesn't believe in luck. After all, it has never done anything for him. And what it had done was nothing more than ruin his life. Was it luck that he had to kill his family? Was it luck that he could only foresee making his precious little brother as the best course of action?

If it was, than it was bad luck.

But what other explanation does he have for so many horrible things happening to him so early on? None.

Not until years after when he has given up on life, ready to simply pass on after all the suffering and loss he has gone through. Not until he realizes that it was supposed to be balanced by what would come when he is on his death bed.

412. Mime (Sakura)

Sakura jerked her hand across her throat horizontally; hoping that the blonde just passed her lover would get the message and shut the hell up.

And he did. He also blinked fiery blue eyes and tilted his head with clear confusion. Then he proceeded to cup his ear with his hand before shrugging.

Scowling, she let her forehead fall against the heel of her palm. Not quite the way she wanted him to shut up, after all he might as well have just asked her to repeat it. She loved her surrogate brother, but sometimes he was far too obtuse for his own good.

When her lover turned a knowing eye on her before changing it to one of warning, she threw her arms in the air with a huff.

413. Wind (Itachi)

He moved quickly and precisely, anything less would spell disaster for all of them. He could see the fear in her eyes, her shaking hands and the tears that wouldn't stop falling down her face but she refused to make a sound. She held her upper body as still as possible for him to work better.

This particular bomb was much more complex than it had first appeared to be. Wires went everywhere and he was pretty sure one of them connected to hand held trigger and the other to a wind-up clock. If that was true, he didn't have much time.

But he wouldn't let it affect him; he focused on getting it off of her as safely as possible. After all, she was just a teenager.

414. Apart (Sakura)

Settling on her heels, Sakura hummed under her breath as she let the fire begin to warm her body. Camping in the middle of nowhere, far from home was not one of her favorite things. More because it was lonely than because of fact the that she didn't have a nice warm bed to sleep in.

But she had a good reason for doing this, and that was because she was meeting someone. This was pretty much the only way to be able to actually sit and talk with him at length thanks to his wanted status, but as long as it was for him, she wouldn't complain.

After all, being apart from her lover for extended periods of time was something that she wouldn't allow.

415. Careful (Itachi)

Black eyes watched his little lover keenly. She was up to something, of that he was certain because he knew that look in her eye. It meant trouble. It meant she was curious and wouldn't be satisfied until she had an answer that she was content with.

On any other occasion he would allow the ghost of a smile to form and shake his head with bemusement, careful to stay out of her line of fire. After all, the end result was usually chaos for everyone involved.

But it wasn't possible this time because she had her eyes set on him. Not to mention that she'd gotten it just before she'd made a comment about how she'd never heard or seen him do anything reckless.

416. Far Away (Sakura)

It's the first time she catches a glimpse of him. But she mistakes him for someone else. With his raven black hair and dark eyes and with that lighting, she thought he was Sasuke.

Her heart jumped into her throat as her emotions tore her between anger, sorrow, and love. She'd come to the conclusion that Sasuke was family, not a love interest or a friend or even a teammate. Just family. But everyone had the right to be angry at their family, and she was beyond furious with Sasuke. For what he'd done, for what he'd chosen.

But then the man shifted a little. Just enough for her to realize that despite the similarities, it wasn't Sasuke. It was his older brother, Uchiha Itachi.

417. Run Away (Itachi)

Strategical retreat was not the same as running away. But as much as he wanted to say that this was the former, it was definitely the latter and he was more than a little irked by the idea. He wasn't running to save his life, he wasn't dodging hunters or trackers, he was figuratively running from a slip of a girl.

To make matters worse, she was supposed to be his captive, and yet he couldn't look her in the eye it seemed. No, not couldn't – wouldn't. He wouldn't face her head on, because it meant facing everything he'd ever done, facing his regrets and mistakes.

It wasn't something he should be shying from, and he wouldn't let it intimidate him. He would face her.

418. Lavish (Sakura)

While still brushing out the tangles in her hair, towel forgotten around her neck, Sakura entered her kitchen with the intent of grabbing a few files from the bookshelf that was between the kitchen and living room. Besides her bedroom, the young woman tended to work at either the dining table or at the coffee table, and so documents were usually in one bookcase or the other. And in this instance the papers she needed to finish up her report were on this one.

She stopped abruptly, just past the table. On it was a glass vase full of flowers, ones that she hadn't put there. In fact, she knew for certain that someone else had, considering she kept finding unsigned notes in these gifts.

419. Reputation (Itachi)

Itachi was known for being ruthless; known for massacring his entire family and then torturing his little brother at every turn. He'd earned the title of 'demon'. It wasn't something he was proud of, but he wouldn't deny that it was the most fitting way to describe what he'd become.

After all, what human could raise a sword to their own kin without flinching? What human could shut off his emotions and face the cold reality he had created? What human was capable of such inhuman crimes?

He heard a soft sigh that coming from the bed across the room. "Again? Honestly, if it bothers you so much, you can talk to me." Black eyes glanced at the pink haired woman, her green eyes reflected concern.

But then again, what demon was capable of love?

420. Writer's Choice (Sakura)

Sighing irritably, she turned her head slightly. She stayed like that only for a moment before moving the pillow itself, but that didn't help either. Fighting the urge to groan, she propped herself up on her elbow, absently rubbing her head as she glared at the white piece of bedding.

"Sakura?"

Not at all startled by the sudden voice she turned to her boyfriend who was still doing paperwork in the chair next to her. She thought about assuring him that nothing was wrong, but thought better of it. He would see it for the lie it was anyway. Instead, she tipped her head to the side and smiled sweetly at him, "Be my pillow, Itachi? This one is uncomfortable."

He raised his eyebrow amusedly.