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    dots Submission Name: "Nightfall Overture", Part Three.dots

    Author: SakuraxHaruno
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       ItaSaku. Part Three, the Final Chapter.

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    dots"Nightfall Overture", Part Three.dots

    Nightfall Overture.

    "As You Listen to the Nightfall Overture"

    "Sakura, what have you done?" Kakashi's voice was rough, demanding, but she was too dazed to answer him.


    An Akatsuki had been spotted outside the village. Tem Seven, one of the best teams around, was sent to restrain and capture the criminal. Kakashi gave them strict orders to attack at first sight. Sakura didn't know who the Akatsuki was, but she was prepared to annihilate.

    However, when she saw the raven-black hair that accompanied the large cloak, she knew she couldn't do a thing.

    When they were close enough to him, she saw that impassibe face. Was he alone? Was his partner with him? What was he doing near the village?

    He stopped in a clearing, and they also landed. Kakashi was the first to confront him.

    Sakura watched the fight ensue. It was merely hand-to-hand combat, but she could tell that the Uchiha was only defending himself. He wasn't menacing as she watched him then; he was beautiful.

    She was surprised at how quickly her opinion of him had changed. Itachi definitely was not the person she thought he was.

    She saw clones appear out of the trees. How did he even create them? She hadn't seen him make handsigns or anything, and they certainly couldn't have been there before, or she would have sense them.

    But the funny thing was, there was only two clones, not three.

    So Sakura stood there, watching her teammates battle the mysterious Uchiha. She wanted to help them, but..


    Her head jerked in Kakashi's direction. He'd apparently been flung somehow into a tree, for he was leaning against the damaged trunk, panting. "Sakura, get him!"

    Her first instinct was to follow orders, so she ran towards Itachi, but when she came close enough, she just.. stopped.

    She only stood there, staring up at the man who was a head taller than herself.

    "Sakura, what are you waiting for?!"

    She glancded at her former sensei, before locking with the Uchiha. They both shared a look of understanding; they knew what to do. She wanted to talk with him, not fight him, and he understood that. So, he took off, and she let out a faux cry of rage, running after him. She hoped her teammates would be preoccupied long enough for her to at least ask him some questions.

    She supposed that Itachi and herself were far enough away because the Uchiha stopped in the middle of a small clearing, his back to her. She landed as well, and slowly approached him with small footsteps. "It's been almost a month," she said quietly.

    "So it has," Came his grim reply.

    She took a step forward and reached out a hand for his right shoulder. She should have expected it, but was surprised nonetheless; she yelped when he caught her wrist with his left hand. Cold fingers tightened on the skin. She gazed at him, murmuring, "You seem to have a habit of doing that.."

    "As you seem to have a habit of trying to touch me."

    "Why won't you let me?" She pursed her lips.

    He remained quiet, considering her before speaking. "You have a boldness that I haven't seen in a long time," He commented, his grip on her wrist loosening.

    "I'm not shy," She replied softly, her other hand coming up towards his face. His other hand caught that wrist and her breath hitched. "Your fingers are cold.."

    He didn't say anything; he merely gazed at her with apathetic eyes. She expected that much. She didn't even bother to think that she was probably closer to him - one of the most dangerous men in the shinobi world - than most anyone, except, perhaps, his partner.

    She felt the strongest urge to just touch him.. But she couldn't; his grip on her was too tight.

    So she leaned forward, closer to the attractive man, her gaze lowering to rest on his pale lips.

    "I want to understand you, Uchiha Itachi," She whispered, and relished the feel of his cool breath on her face.

    His voice was low and silky as he replied, "That makes you strange, Haruno Sakura."

    She didn't know what possibly could have possessed her to want to touch him in any way, but she did just that. Letting her eyes slowly close, she leaned forward a bit more, brushing her lips against his softly.

    He moved his head back slightly, as if to resist. She began to shrink with disappointment until his hands tightened slightly on her wrists. Before she knew it, his mouth was on hers.

    A criminal had just stolen her first kiss.

    But.. she didn't mind. She was intrigued by him, attracted to him, and her whole body was currently on fire.

    It was only when he slowly broke away that she actually let her knees buckle. She fell forward, into his arms, and he held her up. She was completely dazed. She felt high, like she'd just taken an ecstasy pill. She felt happy, giddy, confused, reluctant, and slightly upset at the same time.

    That kiss ended all-too soon.

    She heard the voices of Kakashi, Naruto, and Sai, and quickly pulled away from Itachi, doing her best to stand straight.

    He gazed at her, but he was different: his eyes were smoldering, the deep pools of black filled with heat. It made her heart race, the way he looked at her.

    "Perhaps we will meet again, Sakura," He said smoothly, before turning his back on them and dashing off.

    Kakashi landed beside her a few moments later, panting. "Sakura, you don't have a scratch on you," he said. "Did you even fight him at all??"

    She merely shook her quietly, staring in the direction the man had left.

    "Sakura, what have you done?" Kakashi's voice was rough, demanding, but she was too dazed to answer him.

    She kissed Uchiha Itachi.

    She kissed Uchiha Itachi.

    Possibly something no one has done.

    And, as much as she wasn't supposed to, she enjoyed it, very much. She didn't get to ask him any questions, but come on.

    She kissed Uchiha Itachi.

    "Sakura, do you not realize what damage you've done?" Kakashi was angry. She'd never seen him so angry. "Well, do you?!"

    She only nodded. She'd let him get away, but that wasn't her worst deed.

    Her worst deed was meeting him in the first place.

    She pondered this as they headed back to the village, the sky dark. She failed the team, the Hokage, but she wasn't thinking about that.

    She only thought of one Uchiha Itachi as she listened to the sounds of the Nightfall Overture.

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