He was an enigma, she decided, and that was why she loved him.

She sat on the ground, absently throwing kunai at a target and pondering over her love. He was an enigma, she thought again, and that drew her to him like a moth to a flame. She barely registered the solid thunk of a kunai hitting it's mark.

He was also unpredictable, and that added an air of danger to him... well, he was already dangerous. She tittered at the thought of him being an average, normal person. No, he was dangerous, all right. Unpredictable, dangerous, downright scary.

She loved him.

A shuriken whirled towards the target, slicing it neatly. Yes, he was all of the above, and he was many more. Dark, handsome, practically exuding raw sexuality. Those red eyes of his added a unique flair to him that no other could have. Well, she supposed, Kakashi-sensei had one of those eyes, and then there was the other man... but her love had eyes truly unique.

Her pink hair stirred slightly in the wind, forming a billowing curtain behind her. Yes, her love was a man all his own. No one she knew of could match him in battle; no one could even come close. He was rarely seen, adding mysteriousness to his already mysterious aura. No one could ever guess what he was planning next.

Another kunai hit the target. He also had quite a bit of bad attributes, she thought. Her love was a cold-blooded killer, seeming to possess no emotions. He was a nukenin, he had betrayed all that she stood for. And he was also a bit crazy... actually, he was psychotic. But aren't we all, she thought sardonically, aren't we all.

So he wasn't perfect... no one was. But he certainly had potential.

An image of him sprang to mind, and she smiled at the thought. Dark hair gleaming in the moonlight, Sharingan eyes whirling dangerously, strong body held in a severely upright posture... yes, her love was truly a beautiful man.

She suddenly laughed loudly, the tinkling sound filling the emptiness around her. Typical Sakura, she thought bitterly, falling in love with someone you haven't even met... someone who doesn't even know you exist.

She released a sudden barrage of kunai and shuriken, watching as the target was suddenly enveloped in a storm of weaponry. A smile appeared on her face, slightly bittersweet.

The wind sprang up again, whistling through the clearing and carrying away the name she whispered ever so softly.

Itachi...

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A/N: I really have no clue where this came from. Boredom is my muse, I suppose, and it inspires some rather strange things. I was kind of going for the whole make-you-think-she's-thinking-about-Sasuke thing, so... did it work?

If you like it, please review! I f you hate it... I'd still like to know. Criticism is welcomed, as long as you don't go overboard.

Now it's time for some Key Lime soda and some sleep. Thanks for reading!