"The Forest of Slanting Rey"
The forest of Slanting Rey.
It was chance, it was coincidence.
At least, that was what she believed. It was chance that she happened upon him while he was sleeping. She was mildly surprised when he didn't move. A shinobi of his caliber should lighter than he was sleeping at current.
Still, she slowly, cautiously approached him.
He was beautiful.
He was deadly.
She could die in the next few moments.
She could have already been dead.
She was standing not two feet from a sleeping Uchiha Itachi. She wasn't afraid. She should have been, but she wasn't. She crouched down as quietly as possible, looking at his face.
Moonlight was deceptive. It highlighted his face in all the right ways, giving him a hauntingly beautiful look, when in fact, before her was one of the ugliest creatures ever to walk the planet. He was ugly because of what he'd done, what he planned to do; what she knew.
Jade eyes gazed at his pale skin. He looked quite like.. Sasuke.
A hand reached out, seemingly of its own accord, and a few fingers brushed a lock of raven-colored hair from his face. As fast as lightning, a hand caught her qrist in a vice-like grip. She winced, and her heart filled with dread. What was he going to do? Slowly, her eyes rose to meet his. Instead of the glowing crimson orbs she expected, deep coal-colored hues gazed at her. She cringed.
She didn't speak, she couldn't speak; she only stared at him, frozen. His cold fingers tightened their grip on her wrist, and her sharp intake of breath made his eyes narrow only in the slightest. His expression was unreadable. Her breath was quick; goosebumps covered her arms, both from the adrenaline and from the cold air.
"Haruno Sakura," He finally murmured, and her heart iced over. His voice was even colder than Sasuke's. It was smooth as silk, but every syllable uttered from his lips made her become a little more frightened. His grip on her wrist remained tight.
"Uchiha.. Itachi," She managed to whisper, her throat dry.
"You should not be here," He said calmly, lowly.
She couldn't look away, though she desperately wanted to. "I-It's my job," she whispered.
"You disturbed my sleep."
She was highly confused. Why wasn't he killing her? Maiming her? Something? "Why haven't you killed me..?" She asked quietly.
"You're not a threat."
She frowned in agitation. Did he really consider her so weak? "I'm not weak," She hissed.
"I know perfectly what you're capable of, Haruno Sakura," He replied.
She tried jerking her arm away, and he let her go. She rubbed her wrist tenderly, on her knees, glaring at him. He only stared at her impassively. What she wasn't running for her life was what she wanted to know.
"Someone who murdered his entire family isn't attacking me, an enemy shinobi," She muttered disdainfully. "Unusual, don't you think?"
She really couldn't afford to be so snotty, but her words were just coming up, word vomit.
"You know nothing of why I did what I did," He replied plainly.
"You killed your family!" She hissed. "What good reason could there possibly be for that?"
"If I hadn't done what I did, there's a good chance you would not be alive at this moment."