A/N: I do not own Naruto, so I give you the what could've, would've, and should've.
Itachi - Attraction
Word Count: 465
I sat tensely on the bed in the medical room, senses on high alert. This kunoichi may have been with us for months and may have gained the trust of most members, even Pein, but I was among the few that were still sceptical of her. Leaf shinobi are quite loyal to their villages; I would know.
"Itachi-san, please relax as I'm doing the procedure. I'm going to simply looked around the nerves around your eyes to assess the level of damage. It won't hurt one bit, I swear," she promised, noticing my hesitancy to close my eyes and my stiff posture. I looked up at her and noticed she wore a reassuring smile. She must use that a lot to sooth her patients. Hn.
Her voice was like⦠tea. The feeling of the warmth as it flowed down your throat brought a sense of relaxation and although doubtful, I couldn't help but give in to the silent command.
Meeting 20 year old Haruno Sakura at the time of her capture produced shocking results even I wasn't expecting. My oto had always thought her to be incompetent and annoying. What I was not told was of the progress she had made during her teen years. Training as an apprentice under the Godaime Hokage was definitely the last thing I had expected from her. She was well known for her intelligence and perfect chakra control, making it into the bingo books with her own entry at the young age of twenty. And despite her size, I was thoroughly taken by surprise to find out that the giant crater made on the training ground was from the kunoichi's small gloved hands. Something about her intrigued me, and I must admit that she is an extraordinary girl. Her temper levelled with her mentor's, among other things. I may have taken a bit of a liking to her, despite my scepticism.
This girl liked to subconsciously hum when she worked. The nameless tune filled the air in the form of a soft melodic, almost angelic, sound. I guess it was a nice alternative to the otherwise intimidating silence of the medical room. Knowing she's focussed on her work, most likely with her eyes closed in concentration and her brows knit, I stole a glance as she probed around near my eye area. Together with the sound of her soft hums and her closed eyes and her soft pink hair, if I hadn't known the amount of blood on her hands or the fact that she can make the ground crack with a tap of her chakra enhanced foot, I would've thought her a fairy who wouldn't hurt a fly.
And so with that, I've come to the conclusion that perhaps I did take a liking to her.
