|Dance of Seduction
Author: bloomsburry PM
18 years old Sakura had hated Itachi since the day he had broken his promise to her and when there paths had crossed again. Both could not resist each other and both could not stop themselves from dancing the Dance of Seduction. AU/Non-massacreRated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Itachi U. & Sakura H. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 9,047 - Reviews: 85 - Favs: 74 - Follows: 92 - Updated: 02-26-09 - Published: 11-30-08 - id: 4686626
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Disclaimer: I am not Masashi Kishimoto so I obviously don't own Naruto.
(AN: YOU SHOULD READ 'ITCH' BEFORE YOU PROCEED TO THIS STORY. THIS IS THE ACTUAL SEQUEL TO ITCH. This will be an AU/ Non-massacre fic)
Summary: 18 years old Sakura had hated Itachi since the day he had broken his promise to her and when there paths had crossed again. Both could not resist each other and both could not stop themselves from dancing the Dance of Seduction.
THE MOMENT YOU HAVE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR IS FINALLY HERE.
I WILL NOW INTRODUCE TO YOU THE SEQUEL TO ITCH.
Dance of Seduction
Itachi and Sakura
United by Friendship
So we grew together,
Like a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So with two seeming bodies, but one heart.
----------by William Shakespeare
"Itch?" The 6 year old queried, her eyes transfixed on the figure sitting on her open bedroom window.
The 11 year old boy turned his head to look at the girl standing at the door jamb, who was carrying a pink backpack on her hand. Hematite clashed with warm chrysoprase, a small smile quirked at the corners of Itachi's mouth at the nickname.
"Itachi-niisan!" Sakura cried out, dumping her bag on the wooden floor as she run towards her friend. Small feet pounding softly on the floorboards while she opens her arms to hug the boy now leaning on the window frame.
Sakura wrapped her arms around his waist, her face pressed against the fabric of his shirt, her eyes fluttering shut. She could smell Itachi's earthly scent; grass and dirt. She welcomes it like she was welcoming Itachi's presence into her room.
He had been absent for quite sometime. She had not seen him since 3 months ago, but her school had kept her occupied after she had been accepted into the Ninja Academy, just like what she had dreamed.
She would see more of her Itch when she becomes a Ninja.
"Itachi-niisan. You're back." Sakura murmured and looked at the boy standing in front of her. Sakura did not let him go when he patted her head affectionately.
"Hai, I'm back Sakura." Itachi replied softly, smiling down at her. "How's school?"
Sakura beamed proudly at him. She released her gentle hold on him before scrambling to get her bag. She took it from the floor and went to sit on her bed, motioning for Itachi as she did so. Itachi sauntered to her small form, watching while she fumbled over something inside her bag.
"Look!" Sakura said pointing to the red shuriken mark on her test paper. Itachi took the paper from her hand and stared at it, an appreciative smile curving his lips. "I got the highest grade in our class."
"Yes, you did." Itachi agreed and ruffled Sakura's head playfully, a proud glint on his eyes. "You're a smart kid, Sakura."
"But not as smart as you." Sakura pouted at him. "You graduated from the academy for just year after you have been accepted there."
"I work hard, Sakura." Itachi said modestly, giving her a small smile. "You should work hard too if you want to graduate from the academy the same as me."
"I will, Itachi-niisan." Sakura vowed, a determine gleam in her eyes. Itachi gazed at her, his dark orbs warming. The wind ruffling Sakura's pink locks as the wind entered through the open window.
"I want to be with you forever."
Itachi smiled at her childish promise, though he did not crush her hopes by telling her that there was great chance that he could no longer stay by her side forever.
He was starting to drift from her, his mission had taken up most of his time, and he had to break from his responsibilities just to see her.
There would be a time that he could no longer see her again.
"I want to be with you too, Sakura." Itachi responded, placing a hand over her head while Sakura turn her head to listen to him.
"Really?" Sakura asked shyly, a blushed appearing on her cheeks, looking pleased.
"I'll try." He thought as he watched how Sakura smiled at his response, her eyes sparkling with joy.
8 year old Sakura stared at the skates in her hands, which was pressed to her heart as she sat on the ice with tears streaming down her face.
"Itch." She whispered as she hugged her knees closer to her chest, she silently cried in the middle of the empty ice arena. The cold wrapping their icy tentacles on the lone child, the merry crowd had slowly disappeared as midnight approaches. She had waited for her friend to arrive, her excitement disappearing as hours ticked by, watching as the people emptied the arena. Yet Itachi had not arrived to teach her how to skate just like he had promised.
"Itachi-niiisan," Sakura said her hands behind her back as she smiled up at her friend, who had bought her the skates for her Christmas gift. "Please teach me how to skate."
Itachi gave a small chuckle and patted Sakura's head, giving her a small smile.
That had been his usual quote.
And he never did try because he had when he had entered the Anbu Ops, slowly tearing their friendship apart and him from her.
Sakura had been found in the ice arena, cold and frozen. The cold had been lulling her to sleep when the keeper of the ice arena found her in that state. She was then admitted to the civilian hospital for the past three months, fighting against pneumonia. Until one day, she slowly regains back her health.
Itachi had not visited her, nor had he seen her the following years. Their friendship had ended when she had been suffering in the Hospital, calling for him and needing his assuring presence beside her, but he never did come. His absence had left a scar in her heart, which would never heal as time flew.
Her heart had turned to ice.
She decided to become Medic-nin, where she could heal superficial wounds than emotional scars. The years that followed had been spent with her pouring her mind and her heart trying to reach where Itachi had gone; an elite Anbu. She would strive to reach that place, her as an Anbu Medic-nin but never an assassin.
She hated being weak.
She abhors tears.
She was never going to let herself hope again because she knew that it would only lead to heartache.
Sakura despise disappointment.
The way she despise the person who disappointed her.
She graduated from the Academy as the top of her class and Itachi's younger brother, Sasuke, came next, who had become her rival.
They were put on team together with Uzumaki Naruto, where another invisible rivalry resurfaced between Naruto and Sasuke. But as the time turn to years, they became friends both chasing their own mundane goals. Naruto to become the next Hokage while Sasuke to surpass his older brother.
Sakura on the other hand, only had one goal.
The man who had hurt her.
And the man she would inflict her revenge into.
She was going to make Itachi suffer like what he had made her suffer.
She would break his heart.
"Let me look at his chart." Sakura asked the nurse who was carrying the clipboard of the patient she was assign to.
The brown haired nurse gave the chart to her, and Sakura scan the patient's chart, nodding her head to the newbie nurse after she was done.
Sakura was the Head nurse of Konoha's finest Shinobi Hospital, having been under the tutelage of the great slug-sannin, Tsunade. The years spent training with her shishou had secured her place to the highest medic rank.
Haruno Sakura was the number one top medic on Konohagakure. Now, that she had outranked and out skilled her Shishou, who had disappear from Konohagakure to join a venture with the old pervert, Jiraiya. They were an unusual couple, but they suit each other perfectly. Her shishou a complete drunkard while Jiraiya-sama, a classic pervert.
Sakura's former sensei, the current Hokage was glad to be rid of them after they had made more trouble on Konohagakure. Both the sannin had summoned Gamabunta and Katsuyu, in the middle of the night after the sannin had drunk and called each other for a duel. They had woken the entire Konoha inhabitants as they battled.
Konohagakure was now in peace, after Hatake Kakashi had pulled his trump card and gave the two sannin a vacation ticket. Both her Shishou and Jiraiya-sama packed their bags and left the Village in high spirits, with the people celebrating behind them.
Sakura turn her attention back to present, her eyes landing on the brown haired girl.
"You're improving." Sakura remarked to the shy girl, whose name she remembered as Nukumi. The nurse beamed at her compliment. "But try harder."
The nurse face crumpled under Sakura's harsh words. Sakura's eyes glittered with ice at the nurse, gaining the name as 'Konohagakure's Ice princess'.
"I can still see that you haven't written the contraindication to your patient," Sakura said in a cold voice. "What will you do if the patient is allergic to epinephrine? Call for me?"
The nurse bowed her head as Sakura scolded her.
"I think not." Sakura snapped, watching as the girl's shoulder trembled when she started to cry. Sakura's eyes harden at the show of weakness. The girl has no spine. Tears really did not work well with Sakura.
"Now, go." Sakura barked when she heard the girl started to snivel, the other nurses who passed them by stared, though they did not help the poor girl. This was a common sight for them, Haruno Sakura scolding the staff nurses for making a simple mistake. They already knew that their head nurse had an aversion for disappointments and mistakes, and for good reason.
The Hospital was not called as the finest Shinobi Hospital for nothing.
"And stop crying." Sakura added, looking irritated as the girl run from her sight, with her face buried in her hands; the clipboard containing the patients chart lying on the floor.
Another nurse gone from their staff, but Sakura would find another one that would replaced the inept brat.
Sakura turned her hard chrsoprase eyes to the other nurses loitering on the vicinity. They scurried immediately away when she set her icy glare on them. Sakura watched them go one by one before reaching for the clip board on the floor, the area now empty.
She scan the patient's chart, her eyes landing on the name at the top of the paper; a frown marring her beautiful face as she stared at the name.
"This would not do." Sakura thought as she began moving, tucking the clip board in her arm pits, her white lab gown flapping behind her. "I would find a nurse to replaced Nukumi."
Sakura's footsteps echoed on the empty hallway as she walked towards the private wards, where the prestigious and rich patients were placed.
"But before that, I would have to tell her patient." Sakura thought as she passed the closed doors of the other private ward, looking for the exact number stated on the paper.
Sakura turned to the side and found herself walking on a hallway, where special rooms were reserved for the most influential people. Nukumi's patient was no more influential than her ass, but he came from the most influential and powerful clan.
The Uchiha Clan.
Sakura thought as she came to halt in front of a huge door, a family symbol engraved at top of the doorway, the Fan of the Uchiha.
The arrogant clan, where both Uchiha Sasuke, and the man she despised were hailed.
Sakura's eyes glittered with malevolence as she slowly turns the door knob open, the clipboard pressed to her chest. She schooled her face into a blank mask, ready to face an Uchiha.
But before she could even open the door, it swung on its own and she lurk forward in surprise as her hand was pulled along with the door. Her white gown flapped behind her as she slams into something warm and hard, her face burying into a solid wall.
Sakura blink twice and stared at the blue fabric in front of her with a familiar earthy scent clinging to the cloth. She stiffen, her dark orbs flying towards the man holding her.
Chrysoprase clashing with hematite and held.
Time seems to have reversed, flying to the years where she was staring up to the boy who had been her friend.
"Itch?" the name fell on her lips unbidden, her eyes were wide as she stared at the handsome man in front of her, his face an inscrutable mask.
A friend hears the song in my heart
and sings it to me when my memory fails.
---Pioneer Girls Leaders' Handbook.
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