"So, this is how you bypassed the barrier encompassing the village, Itachi-san?" Sakura watched the dead Uchiha as he weaved a few signs and created an opening in the giant invisible dome that was around Konohagakure.
"Yes, the Third Hokage taught me, if I ever wanted to see Sasuke again, even from the shadows."
"Itachi-san, I don't want to offend you but… It would be better if you don't show up at the hospital!" Itachi's saddened expression upset even Sakura.
"I know, they would probably start asking questions about how I came back and that would mean problems for you and Kabuto. You are right, I will hide myself."
"No need to do that. You may stay at my house and meet Sarada! This is the least I could do for you, after I dragged you from your eternal rest." Itachi's heart filled with happiness. He would finally have the opportunity to meet his niece, the future of his clan.
"Really? Thank you, Sakura-san!"
"No need to be so formal, Itachi-san."
"I must be. I was 21 when I died, so you are now older than me." Sakura laughed for a bit and then summoned a body bag from a scroll. "Here, get in. The street where my house is located is often patrolled by Chunin, so you need to hide here. Trust me!"
"An interesting situation. I will do it!" Itachi entered the body bag and Sakura, with her great strength, carried him in the village. Suddenly, after a few hundred meters, she was hailed by two shinobi. Sakura went near them.
"Yes, Tataki-san, Suzuki-san, what happened?"
"What happened, Sakura? Who is in the bag?"
"Umm… there was a situation on the road to Tanzaku Village. Apparently, some bandits made camp there and all of them were slaughtered by something big. I saw them while I was outside the village, trying to clear my head… So, I picked up one of the corpses for an autopsy!"
"Bandits… These bastards attacked nine transports in the last three days, so whoever did this, deserves a medal! Open the bag, Sakura! I want to see that asshole's face!"
"Umm, there is no need! He is badly injured and it's pretty disturbing!" Suzuki laughed. "Please, Sakura, we've been in the war, we've seen men blown to pieces. This one is a piece of cake!" Without any warning, the shinobi opened the body bag and saw the content. A blond haired individual, with several large cuts on his face and a pale expression. "So, you are the asshole who destroyed nine transports? You shit!" Suzuki hit the body and closed the body bag. "Go now, Sakura! Finally some justice in this world!" Sakura smiled towards the two men and continued to carry Itachi.
At her house, Itachi left the bag and sat on a chair.
"Whew, that was a close one. Thank you for transforming, Itachi-san!" Even in death, Itachi was as sharp as ever.
"No problem. So, tell me, where's the little one?"
"Sarada? She is at Tsunade-shisho's house. I will pick her up and bring her back. Until then, please, write down every ingredient you need to prepare a cure for Sasuke! Please, Itachi-san!"
"Of course!"
"Good. I will return to the hospital! Do not leave the house; we'll talk when I will come back!"
"I won't. Thank you, Sakura-san, for everything!"
Sakura left and Itachi remained alone. He picked up the piece of paper in front of him and, after finding a pen, proceeded to write down the means to make the necessary cure for Sasuke. After finishing it, he walked slowly in the house, looking, closely inspecting every item he found interesting. Technology evolved in Konohagakure, with computers, cell phones and even 3D cinema being available. However, the most interesting thing he found out was a picture of a young, black haired girl with glasses who cheerfully smiled.
You must be Sarada… You are divine! You are the reason I did all of this, for a being like you to be born, free of the foolish hatred of the Uchiha. My brother's salvation wasn't me, but you are, sweet niece. A reason of his own to live, to fight, to strive for a better world. Kami is merciful towards me, as she is giving me this opportunity to see Sasuke's daughter. Itachi put the photo down and continued his walk in the house, thinking:
You see, my friend? This is the fruit of our labor. A new clan who is not an evil enemy but a force of good in our beloved village. Only if the fate would give you such a chance, Shisui… To bring you back to me. Even like that, a reincarnated man, Itachi's thoughts were about the people that he loved the most in his life. Sasuke, Sarada, Shisui… His beloved brother, his brother's daughter and Shisui, his best friend, his brother in arms, his…love… Now that he was dead, Itachi wasn't as ashamed to admit his feelings for Shisui as he was in life.
A few hours have passed, but for Itachi, they felt like moments. He was watching TV, a much better show than anything from his age, when suddenly, the door was opened. Itachi looked towards the hallway with his Sharingan and froze in place. The girl from the photo was there, watching him with a dose of amazement combined with a bit of fear.
"Uncle…Itachi?"
Itachi's tears started to flow on his cracked cheek as he hugged Sarada. Shisui… finally, peace is within our grasp.