Story: The Keeper.

Series: Naruto.

Summary:

Due to a malfunctioned summoning scroll, Sakura finds herself sent into back in a time where Sasuke is still innocent. As she tries to undue her mistake, her reason for returning grows less every day she spends in a life where everything was simple.

Chapter name: The sideways pull again

Word count: 923(so close xD)

{A/n;; Obviously this doesn't follow the current manga at all, and is as such an Alternate Universe story. xD –S.s

A few minutes later when they pulled apart, Sakura avoided his eyes, blushing furiously, her mouth tingling from their heated kiss. Then reality just sunk in, she had just kissed the very same man who had killed the whole Uchiha clan in cold blood and turned her Sasuke-kun into an avenger. Then she looked at his face, with those kind eyes as they stared thoughtfully at her, this was not that man. Not yet at least. But did that really make it okay? Sakura thought she loved Sasuke, but after that toe-curling kiss, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Then another thought hit her, surely she was going back to the future? Did it really matter what relationships she might have formed in the past? Itachi took advanatage of her silence to pull her even closer to feel the gentle beating of his heart. Only it wasn't slow at all! He was just as nervous as her? Sakura knew at that moment, that nothing bad could come from this blip in time, and spoke timidly, almost unsure of herself, "Are you sure that your parents will be fine with your dating the newcomer?"

Itachi smirked at her voice, "My parents will like my choice, if they want to see their grandchildren anytime soon."

"G-Grandchildren?" Sakura managed to strangle out, her eyes going wide at the very thought.

Itachi nodded slowly, "As long as my son doesn't have pink hair, I'm sure they will love him."

"I better not tell him, pink hair is hereditary in my family…." Sakura thought to herself. She settled for replying with shaky words, "Don't you think grandchildren is rushing things a bit?"

Itachi grinned a bit, and shook his head, tickling her face with his silken strands of black hair, "Not really. When an Uchiha male finds a woman he loves, nothing can stop him from getting her. You will be no different."

Sakura huffed indignantly at his words. Rapping her knuckles reprimanding him lighting on his chest, "Well, aren't you full of yourself! What makes you sure I won't run away?"

Itachi looked at her in complete seriousness and replied, "Because I will find you, wherever you go."

"Well, well isn't this little scene so romantic."

Sakura turned towards the voice to see Kakashi, his hair tousled and his eyes unreadable. Sakura felt Itachi's arm tighten protectively over her waist. Smiling at Kakashi, she pushed Itachi away briefly and stood up to great him, cutting the palm of her hand on a sharp rock while getting up. Wincing slightly at the unexpected pain, she looked questioningly to the parchment in Kakashi's hand.

Catching her gaze, he replied nonchalantly, "I thought that you would want to go home…" He broke off looking at Itachi's flushed gaze and continued in a deathly quiet voice, "But obviously I was wrong."

After his words, Sakura immediately knew what the parchment was, "Is that?"

Kakashi nodded mutely, and handed the scroll to her. Smiling brilliantly at him, she asked, "But how did you…..?" She trailed off uncertain, and then she noticed his wound, several deep scratches covered his body and the smell of fresh blood hit her senses full on.

He looked away from her gaze, and replied coolly, "It was nothing." He was obviously a very poor liar, if those wounds were any indiacator. Did he get injured to get the summoning scroll for her. She opened her mouth to reply, but was cut off by Itachi, "Very well, delivery-boy Hatake, you have done your job, you may leave."

Kakashi's face became hostile as he replied, "I came to take Sakura home."

Itachi rolled his eyes visibly annoyed, "I am perfectly cabaple of escorting Sakura home, myself."

"Oh really? I'm sure you'd claw at her the entire way. Selfish, prentious bastard, you know nothing about Sakura!"

Sakura really wanted to break apart their argument but couldn't get a word in edgewise as Itachi replied hotly, "Well, at least I'm man enough to admit my feelings for her. Don't think it isn't obvious from the way you stare when she's not looking."

Kakashi's face flashed hotly, "Well, I certainely can't have her, but neither can you. Sakura doesn't belong here, she's from the future."

Sakura winced from the way he spoke the word future as if it was a dirty word. She looked to Itachi to see his reaction, his eyes had gone steely as he looked to her wanting her to disprove this, but she could only shake her head sadly. Clutching the scroll with regret, her blood staining the parchment, she fervently wished she could talk to Naruto, he would know just what to say to make her feel better. He always did.

And that's when it started up again the sideways pull that had brought her there. Panicking, she reached for Itachi, only to find his image blur, around with the scenery around her. The pull persisted until she was deposited harshly upon the cold floor of the Hokage's tower in a heap. Tears prickled at her eyes, stinging like miniature nettles, before they threatened to overflow, she heard a loud obnoxious voice that could only belong to one hyperactive ninja, "Sakura-chan! Sakura-chan, guess what the old lady, says your donw, let's go get raman."

When she say his bright blue eyes, Sakura couldn't help but to burst into tears, surpised by her sudden outburst, Naruto could only hold his dear friend close as she wailed incoherently, and wondered whatever could have made such a strong kunoichi cry like this?