Hi guys!! I sob lost sob my sob memory card (for the PS2)!!! By the way sorry but I'm not much of a lemonhead . . . but I'll try in next chapter!!!!! Don't blame me if I mess up please. If I don't find my memory card soon . . . I might stop writing for a while. So please encourage me!

Disclaimer: I . . . don't . . . own . . . Naruto . . . ok?

'Sakura's or anyone else's thoughts'

'Inner Sakura's thoughts'

'Flashbacks'

Directions and Search Warrants

Itachi waited patiently on the stumbling Sakura to follow him down the hallway. He came to an abrupt stop, and Sakura bumped into him. She gave a frustrated look at the cloak. Itachi was teasing her?!

' . . . Asshole . . .' Sakura thought.

Itachi turned around and Sakura looked up to see a glaring Sharingan. She didn't realize . . . she said it out loud. Sakura bent her head down and squeezed her eyes shut ready for the pain. A few seconds passed and she lifted her head opening each eye, shaking with hesitation. Itachi's glare dissipated into a blank stare. He lifted an eyebrow and smirked as he spoke.

"What was that?" Itachi said with a hint of amusement. 'So she is afraid of me. . '

Sakura narrowed her eyes as she sifted her eyes to the floor. She turned a light shade of pink. Sakura mentally slapped herself. She had just proven she was still scared of him.

"Nothing." Sakura lied through her teeth.

Itachi turned his back to her and lifted an arm to point to the second to last door on the right side.

"Bathroom." Itachi said as he turned around to point to another door, brushing past Sakura. He pointed to the first door on the right side. "Kitchen" He turned back around, once again brushing past Sakura and lifted a finger towards another door. She was already freezing; she didn't need some cold cloak brushing past her making her goose bumps bigger.

Sakura was torn from her thoughts when she saw her medic bag lying next to the doorway across from the bathroom.

"You will stay in that room, for now. Do not complain. Do not enter any rooms other than yours, the bathroom, and the kitchen without permission." Itachi declared without turning to see Sakura face to face.

Sakura was tempted to defy his word, but she bit her lip to prevent letting any stray profanities make their way out. That was because Itachi had not told her to follow his rules. He didn't have to. If Sakura made a small infraction to his rules she new she would be punished. Mercilessly. She especially feared being punished by Kisame . . . he might 'accidentally' kill her.

Itachi stepped to the side of the hallway as Sakura passed him. She reached for her bag with shaking hands and an otherwise calm exterior. As her feet passed the doorway Sakura felt a hovering presence. She tilted her head at an angle to where she could see Itachi.

"Um . . . why are you following me?" Sakura asked not changing her expression.

"Don't play innocent kunoichi. I know you carry lethal weapons." Itachi said matter-of-factly.

Sakura shrugged and continued through the doorway. This time she knew this room was cold, it wasn't just her. Sakura pushed her freezing thoughts away to observe the room. It had boring gray walls and the same mahogany floors as the dinning room, smooth, and dark. There was also a black desk with a cheap lamp on the edge with a roller chair that was black leather coated. There was a black bookcase in the corner of the room that had some books and scrolls on the shelves. Last, there was a bed that had black sheets and a white comforter.

Sakura prayed wasn't a cot, and hoped it wasn't cold. Sakura felt a shove from behind and she stumbled onward. Itachi was losing patience with Sakura's ogling. She walked over to desk and placed the bag on top. She then stepped away and collapsed in the chair. When her skin touched the seat she groaned. It was freezing cold.

"All right Uchiha, violate my backpack." Sakura said as she pulled her knees to her chest so she'd stop shivering.

Itachi ignored the statement as he zipped open the bag. He reached his hand inside and pulled out medical equipment bit by bit. Needles, tongue depressors, a thermometer, a few vials of anti-poison, a scalpel or two, gloves, vaccination vials, bandages, ointments, and various liquids used for cleaning wounds. His hand briefly stopped searching until he pulled it out.

Itachi removed a few kunai knives from the bag and placed them on the desk. They had blood on them and he glanced in Sakura's direction, who just gave him a confused look. His eyes came back to the bag as he reached in again. Itachi pulled out the last remaining item and placed it on the desk. Sakura's squad photo.

Sakura's eyes widened as a single strand of sweat weaved its way down her neck as she gulped. Itachi's grip slightly tightened on the photo's frame. Sakura waited for him to say something . . . or do something. The silence carried until. . .

"That is interesting." His tone leveled and his expression stoic.

Itachi didn't turn to face Sakura as he spoke.

"How old is this?" It sounded more like a demand than a question.

"A-about five years, why?" Sakura was caught off guard by Itachi being the first to speak. "Wh-"

Itachi raised a hand to her signaling her to stop talking. "You're not obligated to ask me that." Itachi stated.

Itachi turned his head slightly to face Sakura as he lowered his arm to his side. Sakura's expression became puzzled. Itachi's Sharingan phased to a charcoal stare. Sakura got up from her seat and snatched the frame off the desk, ignoring the blank gaze boring into her. She slid the photo out of its frame and stuffed it under her pillow.

In a flick of the wrist Sakura smashed the photo frame into the wall, scattering glass on the floor. She walked back to her seat, stepping on glass shards on the way. When she plopped into the seat with carefully composed façade Itachi raised an eyebrow.

"What was that?" Itachi asked. 'She's mad at me . . . she's trying to hide it too.'

"Nothing . . . just sensitive about people touching that photo." Sakura said sighing. "Why did you turn your Sharingan off?" She asked, eyeing the Uchiha suspiciously.

"No reason." He retorted still keeping a steady gaze on Sakura.

Then there was an uncomfortable silence, well, for Sakura at least. Her eyes kept trialing the corners of the room, avoiding an awkward stare.

"You don't like it when people stare at you." Itachi stated. It was a fact.

Sakura's eyes whipped in his direction, and she glared at him. He was right. She didn't like being observed, especially by Uchiha Itachi. It made her nervous. Sakura was about to make a smart ass comeback when her stomach growled violently, and she threw her arms around it groping at the ache.

Sakura looked up, and Itachi was gone. Sakura slouched in the chair and groaned. It was hard to keep her composure in his presence. Sakura did not like that about him.

'He's weird . . . and what's up with that stare of his?! Do I amuse him?!?!' Sakura yelled inside.

'Hello!!!! You're a prisoner!!!! That's the least of your worries right now.' Inner Sakura reminded Sakura of their position.

'Oh . . . yeah, arigato.' Sakura thanked her Inner-self.

Sakura looked to the doorway to see Deidara standing in it. He had a hint of worry on his face as he walked in. When he neared the chair he bent to eye level of Sakura.

"Are you ok kunoichi? You look a little pale, yeah." Deidara said.

"No I'm fine, and I have a name! It's Sakura!" Sakura said then pouted.

"Alright Sakura-chan, I brought you some food. Your growling stomach kept making me laugh, yeah." Deidara giggled at the last sentence.

'Wait; did he just say Sakura-chan?' Sakura thought smiling at Deidara.

Deidara smiled back as he pulled out a tray from his cloak. On the tray were pancakes, a few strawberries, and a glass of water.

"I'm not a very good cook . . . but I tried, yeah." Deidara had a crooked smile on his face. Sakura smiled back this time.

She liked his presence. It could make a person happy when they're sad. It was too much like Naruto's to ignore. Sakura looked back at the doorway to see none other than Itachi leaning on it lazily.

"Deidara I'll take it from here." Itachi declared as Deidara turned around.

Deidara stood up from his squat and walked to the door. 'Wanted to talk to Sakura-chan more, yeah . . .' He thought as he passed Itachi the tray and started down the hallway to his room.

So how was it guys? There will be a little lemon in next chapter, I promise!!!!!!!

Please review!

I woke up earlier than usual to finish, so now I'm a bit sleep deprived.

I stay up to late . . . oh well.

Right now I'm eating a bagel . . . it's delicious . . . you should taste it hands you a bagel

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Ja ne! -Tari-chan