40: Stare

She stared. It was all she could do.

Across from her, Uchiha Itachi sat, his legs crossed, his face blank. He was staring right back at her.

...It was such a surreal sight to wake up to that Sakura did the only thing she could do.

She stared.

41: Incredulous

Minutes passed, but the shock and confusion refused to disappear from her system. She couldn't help but blurt, "Good morning."

A slow blink was what she got in return.

What the hell — am I still dreaming — why am I dreaming of you of all people — were Sakura's thoughts, all frantically smothering Inner's unwelcome shouting. Why was she yelling that this is real anyway...

"Hi?" she practically asked.

Unfortunately, her attempt to fill the awkwardness fell flat. The dream (nightmare?) undead — apparition — guy — thing — simply raised a brow. Sakura was amazed; how could he do that very slowly and, without words, dramatically conveyed how incredulous he felt she was?

As soon as that thought occurred, Sakura shook her head. Incredulous is believing Uchiha Itachi can feel incredulousness. The guy had an emotional capacity of a rock, especially his breed of psychopaths.

Then again, who was she to judge? After all, she was weird. She had an alternate personality — who was raving about some bizarre insistence that she was denying reality — or some culmination of thoughts-thing in her mind. She had managed to freak Ino out about that, and freaking a mind-walker out was something that categorized her as Not Sane.

So, fact time: one — she is certifiably crazy. Two — she's dreaming.

Ergo, batshit psychopath undead ninja sitting calmly in front of her. Who, as appearances suggest, had stayed there for sometime while she was... asleep? No, submerged in some deeper level of unconsciousness?

A bit creeped out that her imagination was crazy enough to come up with this guy of all people — and that he watched her sleep (or submerged in deep unconsciousness) — Sakura inched away, before her back hit the wall. Crap.

At that, the unreal undead lowered his eyes to the ground between them. Sakura got the feeling that he was sad, but that's impossible; he had rock-like feelings.

Ah, well. It's not like any of this was real, isn't it?

Reassured with that logic — Silly brain! Silly Inner! AHAHAHAHA — she shed off every uncomfortable notion and smiled sunnily at the solemn man across her.

"What's for breakfast?"