Opposite of the Opposite
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Oh wow. Thank you guys for all the reviews and support (my email was flooded when I checked it today.. I haven't checked my email since my last fanfic update!) I know I haven't updated in forever; the break was mostly from a huge writers' block. Hopefully I'll be able to get up to speed again with my writing.
Thank you guys again for the encouragement!
Also, I'll be rewriting both this and 'The Biggest Change'.
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Weeks passed…
Sakura maneuvered through the maze of the complex expertly. They had stayed here unusually long, two weeks to be exact, and she could find everything perfectly.
Apparently, the kunoichi had just woken up in the middle of the night with a sudden urge to down a glass of water, or so screamed her itching throat.
As she approached the 'kitchen' (she refused to call it a one solely because the only edible thing it held was water) she heard a rather muted conversation…and being the nosy person she was, leaned against the door's frame struggling to hear.
Sharingan wandered towards the door. They narrowed.
"Itachiiii….. Are you listening, hey! Itachi!" Sakura guessed that was Deidara.
"What should we do with he---mmph?" Deidara muffled behind Itachi's hand.
"Kunoichi," that voice was unmistakably the Uchiha's.
She took this as her cue to barge in.
"…What do you need?" asked Itachi, his face was unusually stern.
"Water."
Itachi took a glass from an objective Deidara." Go back to bed."
"Erm… That's alright I can jus—"
"Go."
Sakura was about to stick her tongue out at him, and maybe a certain finger, but decided against it; a pissed off Itachi was a scary Itachi.
"Mhmkay.." she shifted uneasily. Both Deidara and Itachi were following her with their eyes all the way out the door.
Sheesh, if you want to get rid of me so badly…
Little did she know about how she played a role in that conversation.
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The pink-haired nin smiled as she felt another enter the room.
"G'morning, Itachi."
His reply was a grunt, as always, but Sakura appreciated it nonetheless. That was probably the way the Uchiha greeted people…. Actually, Itachi and Sasuke were probably the only.
"Are we moving again?"
"Yes."
The kunoichi sighed overdramatically," I need to pack again…?"
"Sakura. You only have the cloak."
She laughed. It was amusing how he could be so serious and literal.
Sakura enjoyed the time she spent with Itachi, even though she was usually the only one to speak, it was nice to know he listened and… understood? Well, something along those lines.
"South?" it wasn't really an inquiry, more like an I-know-but-I'll-ask-anyway statement.
There was a long silence.
"…North."
"North?" she wrinkled her nose—north was towards Konoha. Maybe Itachi had completely lost it?
"….How is your wrist?"
Woah. Was this really Itachi? Sakura had to ask herself. It was one thing to change the subject so abruptly (and terribly, might she add), but to ask a question that hinted the least, tiniest bit of concern?
Woah.
"Oh… fine…it is... But…weeks since… broke…" her sentence was jumbled up to the point of incoherency.
The girl was in such a daze she didn't notice where they were exactly going.
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"Where's Kisame…?" Sakura asked, turning back to ask the Uchiha (Itachi still believed Sakura was going to attempt a crazy escape so he always traveled behind her.. just to be safe.)
"Away." was his answer.
"Ohh…" she wasn't satisfied with his answer, but didn't push the matter.
Hours passed with no words exchanged between the two. Sakura shifted awkwardly," Wow. It's already getting dark.. How much longer?"
"..Soon."
Sometimes she wished he would have more creative… or at least longer responses.
Albeit, Sakura continued walking. It was true they had to take longer routes to avoid the occasional hunter-nins or border guards.
"Sakura."
That voice saying that name didn't register in Sakura's mind. It was Itachi's voice, no doubt, but he only ever called her 'kunoichi' or 'medic' and sometimes he didn't address her at all.
She turned around.
…And met a pair of whirling Sharingan.
"Bastard," she breathed out, barely a whisper.
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Finally recovering from the doujitsu, Sakura heaved herself up from the cold ground.
It was dark, but light enough to see a tall building, proudly showing the kanji for 'fire'.
She was back in Konohagakure.
"…Damn him."
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