shikasaku or itasaku which ever you're more comfortable with!
you see, sakura is a genius, she's hard working, she's hot as hell. it isn't hard to find yourself being drawn towards her despite the blood under her nails and the way gore brings out her eyes. the swish of her hips, the pound of her knuckles.
Thanks darling! Sorry for the delay, there was a cat sitting on me situation! Please enjoy!
The fact that he doesn’t realize she’s there immediately — that it takes Kisame nudging his side — convinces him that his commander is right. He has been pushing himself too hard and he clearly needs to take a break.
“Did you know firebrand was coming today?” Kisame asks around a piece of sashimi.
Itachi who had not been expecting her, realizes immediately why she’s there. She has four new med-nin that she’s escorting, pointing things out to them and hovering like an overly protective mother duck.
He considers for another moment and changes his analogy. Like a mother goose.
He’s about to raise his hand to draw her attention — not that he thinks she hasn’t cased the place and marked where he is, but he wants to distract her for even half a second.
“Hey!” cries a mountain of a rock nin standing up from his table. The tone is confrontational and Itachi has half a second where he thinks he can stop the tragedy that’s about to happen and he starts to half stand up and —
Kisame tugs him back down into his seat.
“This mess tent is only for real ninja!” the rock nin starts towards Sakura and the gaggle of medical nin hiding behind her. “You lot can go and eat in the civilian tent.”
Itachi — Kisame’s hand still fisted in the back of his shirt so he can’t get up — lets his face drop into his hands. He takes a deep calming breath.
He knows what Sakura will do. He can visualize her pleasant smile and clasped hands — somehow even covered in blood she can turn on innocence like a weapon, and she’s not covered in blood now. “Oh gee mister,” she says and Itachi winces — next to him Kisame has started chortling. “Thanks for telling us! Do you think you could tell us —“ her voice drops and he hears scraping and a groaning of wood and he’s completely sure one of the sturdy tables is now being held off the ground, probably with a single finger, “who the fuck you think you are?”
Kisame snickers and then stands up — dragging Itachi with him. “Alright, time for you to go before her doing violence turns you on too much and you end up throwing down with her in the mess hall. I’m not dealing with shit missions because you’ve gotten another demerit.”
Itachi hisses as he’s dragged out of the mess tent, eyes burning towards where Sakura is facing off with the nin who is easily four times her side — his last view of his girlfriend is of her cracking her knuckles with an absolutely arousing smirk.
