Daydreams
In her daydreams, she was Mrs Sakura Uchiha. His family crest was proudly displayed across her back and she would share a home with him, maybe one of those large mansion-like houses in the Uchiha compound.
She had fantasized about her wedding day. In her head, his cheeks were tinged red as she glided elegantly down the aisle in her white kimono, her pink locks swept up into a fancy up do. She even imagined Ino as her bridesmaid and had envisioned the blonde on the arm of almost every other boy in their class, wishing and wishing she might like them instead. Ino and Shino? No. Ino and Kiba? Maybe. Ino and Shikamaru? Hmm…
And on their first day as Team Seven, it took almost all of her will power not to squeal like her Inner when he shared his goal. He wanted to restore his clan. She felt as though her daydreams were within reach. They were going to spend every day together. He was bound to fall in love with her as she had him. It was meant to be.
If only Sakura knew how different Sasuke's daydreams were to her own.
For Sasuke's daydreams were centred on the other part of his goal- the part that Sakura had chosen to gloss over. In Sasuke's daydreams, he had his hands around Itachi's throat, choking the life out of him. He had driven his kunai into his older brother's chest so forcefully, just as Itachi had done to their parents, that the blood had drenched his arms, his clothes, his face. He had burned Itachi to a crisp with the Fireball Jutsu he had trained so hard to perfect. In fact, Sasuke gave very little thought to restoring his clan. That was something to focus on later, after his clan had been avenged.
How very different people's daydreams could be.