At Four A.M.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or any of these characters
(A/N): Please R&R!
Sakura woke up at four A.M. and decided needed her favorite drink. She had been craving it for a couple of days now, she guessed she was homesick. She used to drink it every morning in her small apartment back in Konoha but here and now in the huge Akatsuki headquarters, she barely even had the privilege to move. However, she was finally set on getting it, which led to her current predicament. She was standing by the shoji screen door to her room in her overly large Akatsuki cloak and a tank top and panties contemplating whether to risk Itachi's wrath or not. She finally reasoned that no one would be up at four A.M. and that she had nothing to worry about.
She crept quietly down the long hallway until she took a quick detour to the right and found her way into the massive kitchen. There was an island in the middle with a small bowl of oranges but other than that the kitchen only had numerous cabinets lining it's sides. Sakura quietly began to move to one cabinet and opened it gingerly, hoping to find the cups. On the bottom shelf were glasses but as her gaze followed the tower of shelves, she spotted large mugs at the top. Sakura silently cursed her luck and lifted one of her feet on top of the counter. She boosted herself up as quietly as possible and grabbed one of the mugs quickly. As soon as she jumped down, the pink haired kunoichi began to make her way towards the pantry on the other side of the kitchen.
She opened it cautiously and found exactly what she was looking for. She set the mug on the nearest part of the counter and snatched the container from a steel shelf. After a few more seconds of searching, she found her last ingredient. After seizing it, she began to mix the contents. Feeling confident in her stealth, she ran tap water into the cup and slowly proceeded to open random drawers trying to find a spoon. Eventually finding one, she put precisely three spoonfuls of the first mixture and freely poured a large amount of the second. As Sakura casually stirred the blend, she pondered why she had not yet gotten caught by Itachi.
He must be a heavy ass sleeper, Inner Sakura said conclusively.
With this new theory, a daring thought occurred to her.
While still stirring the drink, she swung her hips to the left. Staying in that fixed position, she looked around the headquarters only to be met by shadows and her expertly trained ears picked up no sound except for a reckless snoring coming from a distant room.
Hoshigaki-san...,Sighed Inner Sakura exasperatedly.
But she quickly dismissed the thought and regained her bold demeanor. A bit faster this time, she swung her hips to the right. She loved the swoosh of the Akatsuki cloak on the tiled floor, so she did it again. It was just like the mornings at home, dancing freely in her kitchen making her favorite drink. Suddenly, her boldness transformed into audacity as she gyrated around the kitchen and brought the drink to her roseate lips.
Something was definately not right. Itachi woke up and looked curiously around his bedroom. Something was just not right. He got out of bed quietly and checked for any sound. Upon hearing a slight swoosh coming from the kitchen and vaguely noting Kisame's snoring, he immediately opened his door and slid his Akatsuki cloak over his shoulders and started making his way towards the intruding sound.
It felt so good to dance after the opporunity had escaped her for so long. She danced until her feet hurt, swaying her hips to the imaginary fast-paced beat inside of her head. She closed her eyes and heard the cloak's soft noises on the hard tiles. Her pink hair bounced on her shoulders and she smiled at the familiarity. Every so often she would take a sip of her favorite drink, and then return to dancing and whirling and rolling her hips in her own rythym.
Itachi was pissed, to say in the least. He had to wake up in the wee hours of the morning only to take a couple of seconds to kill an annoyance. It was vexing, really. While attempting to think of more adverbs, he stopped abrupty at the kitchen doorway, taking time to comprehend the scene before him. If he hadn't been the infamous criminal Uchiha Itachi, he would have laughed out loud. In fact, it took all he had to keep his unemotional mask on. The view before him was... comical would be an understatement. His little kunoichi was dancing his kitchen in his old Akatsuki cloak. Yes, comical would be an understatement.
Since her back was facing him, he silently stood in the kitchen doorway and crossed his arms. He watched her dance and sway her hips. He heard the gentle swoosh that he had heard earlier, but now he deemed it much less threatening. And he waited to see her reaction when she finally realized he was watching.
She finally stopped to catch her breath and picked up her drink. She gulped it down gratefully and dimly realized the shadows were turning from black to grey. Sakura placed the mug on it's spot on the counter and returned to her previous task. She was interrupted, though, when she heard the all too familiar voice of the oldest Uchiha.
"Are you dancing in my kitchen?"
Her knees gave out in shock as she turned around and she faintly saw Itachi smirking at her.
She hit the floor in a crumpled mess of embarrassment.
Itachi amusedly noted that she was blushing furiously, even when she was unconcious. He bent down casually and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead before moving towards the counter and spying a strange, but familiar mixture. He recognized it as soon as he smelled it. The Uchiha used one hand to toss Sakura over his shoulder and the other to grab the drink off the counter. He crossed the room and as soon as he got to the doorway, he saw Kisame sleepily rubbing his eyes and looking at Itachi curiously.
Itachi only answered by raising the mug a little and Kisame obviously took the hint. Itachi continued down the hall to Sakura's bedroom, occasionally taking sips of his favorite drink.
Hot chocolate with vanilla creamer.