Summary: Where things and stuff happen.
I've made the executive decision to name the chapters as randomly as metal core bands name themselves. So look forward to that.
Notes: I'm sorry but the sass is strong today.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter TextSakura squinted her eyes, then opened them really wide; then repeated the process again. Is it wrong to ogle a naked sleeping man's fiddly bits? Yes probably. Was that going to stop her? Absolutely not.
She'd already taken a mental note of every scar on his pale body. Ran her healing fingers across every crack of his unconscious form. (Butt crack included. . . One can never be too thorough.). Sasukes older brother was the kind of patient that she'd actively have to try not strangle. She'd seen many ninja in poor health, but this had to take the cake. Lungs half filled with blood, improperly healed bones, bruised ribs, fractures all over his spine. It was a nightmare. Sighing and cradling her face in her hands, something caught her attention.
And that's how she came to be about a foot away from Itachi, sizing up his bits. So many thoughts were dancing through her mind; how did he get to be in such bad health? How was he even alive right now? Didn't Sasuke kill him? Speaking of Sasuke, she began to wonder dimly just how similar brother were. It was just so-
"Ahem." A deep cough broke her fanciful train of thought.
"You have a wart on your penis." She blurted, lying through her teeth to justify the perversion.
He didn't even hesitate. "No I dont."
"Yes you do."
He blinked at her, and slightly quirked an eyebrow.
"Fine. You don't. But you do have a series of badly healed bones, the onset of infection and afew mystery diseases." She stated with her arms crossed.
He sat up, gingerly touching fingertips to his forehead.
Sakura walked across the room trying not to be embarrassed. Not embarrassed for looking. Just for being caught so obviously. She grabbed a blanket from one of many shelves that lined the cottage walls. Running her hands across some of the neatly labeled jars, she grabbed afew that looked promising. She seated herself loudly at a little work bench, and grabbed a bowl and began filling it with herbs.
He hadn't stopped rubbing his head by the time she was done grinding up the herbs, and she was beginning to get a ltitle worried. Where is Yukiyo? She stood up and started filling a kettle with water, wondering what exactly she was supposed to do. When Kisame left, Yukiyo had made it explicitly clear that she couldn't do anything other than light healing and herbal teas without her direct approval. Well, she'd already done most of those things and, to be frank was at a loss.
She could feel his eyes burning into her side while she stoked the fire back to life.
"Yes?" She asked quietly.
"Where are my clothes?"
Sakura blinked. Damn.
She threw the blanket in his general direction and went off to arrange two cups on the table."Beats me. You were brought here ass over ankles in a cloak."
He looked at her expectantly.
"And nothing else." She sat back down and started scooping the crushed herbs into the cups.
Silence.
"I'd offer you pants but all I have is shorts. How are you still alive?" She clanked the spoon on the table, hairs beginning to stand up everywhere she had hairs on her body. Scratch that, she could feel them raising on her eyeballs too.
Notes: Not gonna lie, I'm a tiny bit on a roll here. Sakura probably seems out of character compared to the rest of the story, and I'm sorry for that. I've been writing in greyscale and it's time to attampt technicolor. Maybe one day I can write in HD or blue ray. That'd be so cool.
Not much editing has gone on here (clearly), as I'm currently typing out some more chapters. I had it mapped out to an ending that I liked, then BAM! My cat pukes and an even better idea splits my brain in half and wow this was long winded so I'm a cut it short. Thanks for reading :)
