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The Seventh Hour: Garden

"So you added one in. Glad you listened to my advice," she smirked with triumph.

"Hn," he groaned.

Even from a distance, she could smell the pleasant aroma of the flowers, but there was also something else. "This scent…cherry blossoms?"

Itachi didn't need to say anything because the next moment, they were greeted with the view of a large cherry blossom tree standing in the midst of numerous species of flowers.

"Colourful," she commented.

"Anything for you," Itachi responded dryly. Then, more seriously, "Do you like it?"

She faced him so he could see just how grateful she was. "Yes! I love it!"

The Eighth Hour: Beautiful

Seeing both the cherry blossom tree and the rosette, Itachi was absolutely astounded. The pink petals floated around gracefully, highlighting her body. The colours from the garden complimented her light skin and bright eyes. Before he could stop himself, his mouth opened and…

"Beautiful."

At the realization of his words, she immediately flushed, but quickly brushed it off. "Yeah! It is beautiful."

Idiot, Sakura cursed, he was talking about the garden!

Idiot, Itachi mentally teased, I was talking about you.

The Ninth Hour: Artist

It may all be an illusion, but she has never seen anything so real before. The petals were soft to the touch and aromatically pleasant to the senses. Calming, relaxing, and pleasing were all words she never thought she'd be using in the Tsukuyomi, but this mind-made garden really deserved them. Although she was initially the one who suggested the idea of adding a garden in to spice this world up a bit, she found it shocking that he actually took her advice, and that he took it to this extent...

...because this was absolutely exquisite.

Now how could a so-called criminal create such a work of art?

"I can be an artist when I want to," he informs amusingly, reading her mind perfectly. "I have quite the fine eye."

"I can see that. I mean, just look at these flowers!"

Not only the flowers, he muses, eyeing Sakura up and down. I have quite a fine taste in women as well.

The Tenth Hour: Romantic

"You even planted red roses," she comments, gently brushing the leaves while being careful of the thorns.

"I did not plant them. I merely created them via brainwaves."

"Whatever you say," she laughs. "I didn't take you to be the romantic type though."

"You say that after all the kisses we've shared?" He raises an eyebrow at her in a teasing manner, and she struggles to hide her embarrassment at his words.

"That was hardly romantic! It was more…" she cuts herself off, unable to describe the peculiar interactions they had shared.

"More?" he urges her on, amused by her reaction.

She scrunches her nose. "...Vulturous?"

"Sakura, I think you mean voluptuous."

"Nope, I'm pretty sure I mean what I said."

"Oh? Was it not the least bit sensual?" He takes a step forward menacingly, a dark smile on his lips.

"Yep! Definitely vulturous!"

The Eleventh Hour: Rose

The truth was, he couldn't help but put the roses in when he thought of the rosette being restricted by his rose vines. The first time he had put her under his genjutsu, he had bounded her up with them. Her skin had been marred with pricks all over the place, and although he hadn't exactly relished in the fact that he had hurt her, he really couldn't help but stare at the lovely contrast between her blood and the skin that it had decorated. It had been a magnificent view.

And he wouldn't mind bringing it back.

But it wasn't the right time. In fact, there wouldn't be any more time left. He doubts she would want their last hours to be spent the same way their first hours were spent. With that in mind, he tries to initiate a conversation, something he knew she would thoroughly enjoy.

The Twelfth Hour: Conversation

"So Sakura…"

"So Itachi…"

They both stop in their tracks and look at each other. Apparently, they both had the same idea.

"You may go first."

"No, you."

They continue to stare at each other, urging each other through their expressions.

"I insist."

"Well, I demand."

"That isn't very nice," he chuckles, "but if the princess demands it, then I will start."

She puffed out her chest in a childish manner. "That's what I thought. And don't call me princess."

"Of course, princess."

She aimed a punch towards his face, which he playfully caught. He took this to his advantage and pulled her to his side. "Sit down. Let us talk."

Smiling, she pulled her wrist from his grasp and sat beside him on the bench that had miraculously appeared.

The things he uses his "brainwaves" on...

A/N: SO SO SO SO SO SORRY FOR THIS SUPER LATE UPDATE. I know I say this every time, but it's 'cause I'm late every time. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I will work hard on the next update ASAP, however because it is exam week, please don't get your hopes up (I think you guys know that by now OTL). Thank you for putting up with me! Looking forward to reviews! Have a nice day!