"When did you arrive back, Sasori?" Itachi questions the ninja who just walked in. So I was right, it wasn't the sand ninja. He looked extremely similar to him, but this ninja doesn't have the symbol that Gaaras' face does. The symbol of love. I look to Itachi and am again surprised. He wasn't looking at the ninja, Sasori, and his face was one of boredom. He wasn't interested in anything, it didn't matter to him weather or not Sasori replied or not.
Sasori, apparently, didn't feel like there was a need to reply to Itachi either. Walking past Itachi, Sasori squatted down to my height and dropped something into my lap. Pausing briefly with his eyes level to mine, he turns around. Surprised, I look down to my lap. Candy? Why a sweet?
"Some of the ninja of Konoha have been informed, the news will travel to the fox demon soon enough," Sasori says, looking to Itachi, who still seemed extremely bored with the conversation. I pick up the candy. Strawberry, vanilla, chocolate. When I was younger, I used to love these things; however, since I met Sasuke, I have tried to stay away from them. I have no need to gain weight.
Itachi nods to what Sasori said, then looked to the open door as if telling him to leave the room, now. Sasori, turning briefly back to me, narrows his near lifeless eyes at Itachi, then leaves the room. Itachi, closing the door, silently walks back to the chair he'd been sitting in. I look up and this time, he wasn't looking back to me, instead he was now focused on the door Sasori had just left out of. Confused, I change my sight to the candy. What just happened?
I lift the candy up to my face and the mere aroma of it made my mouth begin to water and my stomach lurch with hunger. I bite into it and nearly choke from swallowing so quickly. Looking up as I finish, I notice that Itachi was again looking at me, those eyes. Without me knowing why, my face flushes and I find myself wandering what he was thinking about when he looked at me, why?! Confused by my own thoughts, I try to forget about them.
That ninja, Sasori, why was Itachi so angry- no- what's the word? Apprehensive? Why was Itachi so apprehensive when Sasori was around? Girlish thoughts enter my mind again and I try to force them back. Why would I have thoughts like those for Itachi?! Looking up, he's still looking at me, my face flushes again and I find myself biting my lip so that I won't smile. What's going on here? The only time that I've ever felt this before was for Sasuke and that was because I-
"What are you thinking about?" Itachi asks, turning his face towards the wall next to the door. I look up surprised; does he actually care what I'm thinking about?
"Why?" I ask, wanting to know what he meant so that my reply wouldn't just embarrass myself.
"You face turned read for a moment, are you not feeling well?" he looks to me and for a second, just a second a tiny bit of what looked like worry crossed his face. Did I actually just see that?
"Oh, I'm fine, I probably just ate that too fast," I reply, turning my eyes to the ground in front of my feet as if it were suddenly extremely interesting. No, he wasn't saying that in a caring tone, he was merely making sure that his hostage wouldn't die before he could make use of her. That had to be it. I'm probably just imagining things now. Trying to clear my mind, I stand up and look towards the door I had noticed when we first walked in.
"Am I allowed to go into there?" I question, not looking to Itachi for any longer than it took for him to nod, yes. Reaching up, the door squeaks as I slide it open slows. A wave of cool air burst out and I find myself suddenly wishing I was the one wearing the cloak. My guess was right, it was a restroom but this room was hardly fit to be called anything that includes the word rest.
It was a tiny room consisting of only a small sink, a cracked mirror and a toilet. The light above flickered at first when I turned it on and the glass surrounding the bulb was covered in bugs. Disgusted, I quickly backed out of the room and nearly slammed the door closed. Hopefully there wouldn't be a need for me to go back into that room.
Returning to the spot that I'd been in since we first came in, I look to Itachi. I need to figure this out. Testing if what I was wondering was true, I look to his face, into his eyes and think to myself, Itachi. My face feels warm and I feel my pulse speed a bit. Is it true? Do I like Itachi?