°∆ REVERSING THE STORY ∆° [Sakura Haruno ff]

Chapter |25| pt2

Hearing Sakura's query, Itachi raked his bangs away from his drowsy eyes. There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes as he gazed at the doll like features of the girl in front of him. His silence didn't make Sakura uncomfortable though. The girl merely waited for the Uchiha to gather and collect his thoughts.

"You are in one of the rooms in the main house." Itachi answered finally, this earned him a nod of affirmation from Sakura. "It was father who found you when you were— in a rather unfavourable situation just so you know." There was a furrow on Itachi's face as he continued to talk.

Sakura grinned a little, but it only served to only darkened the stress lines on Itachi's face.

Albeit helpless of the fact that Sakura still had a room to smile and be carefree in her situation, Itachi merely pursed his lips. The sigh that was about to slip past his visage was instantly swallowed back. And if Sakura noticed the small shift in his expression— then Itachi hardly cared anymore.

"Why am I in the Uchiha estate? Should I not be in some hospital room right now?" As a medic Sakura had the common sense to instantly assume, that as a person that almost died, any normal person would put her in a hospital bed.

"Sakura," Itachi's voice dripped of the tired feeling that manifested in his face. "Do you really have to ask?" He tilted his head in a way Sakura would have thought as cute, only if he didn't have the dead look of exhaustion in his face though. A stark contrast, that if the girl had any energy would have made her wrinkle her face in response.

Instead, Sakura nodded.

Of course, it's in the family's genetics to not get help from others other than their own blood. "Right, of course, my bad." The sarcasm on Sakura's tone was palpable, but the older boy didn't seem to notice, or he really just didn't care.

Wordlessly, Itachi helped Sakura so that he was leaning on the pillow behind her as she sat up. The younger girl didn't do anything to stop him. She got the feeling that Itachi was merely doing this not for her own benefit, but rather, for himself. Sakura could instantly tell that the boy was overworked.

But seeing that him, helping her, made him look at ease— Sakura realizes that it was a win-win situation. There was no reason to turn this down.

"Fugaku-sama is?" Sakura's voice rang inside the room again, herl question purposely left hanging in the end. This time Itachi migrated from the chair that he was previously sitting from, to the side of Sakura's bed.

"Father is currently busy." In a swift motion, he scooped up Sasuke who was still curled up sleeping, and put him to the couch. Wordlessly Sakura watched as Sasuke was tucked in the couch near her bed.

Looking at Itachi's back, Sakura put her hands on her lap, there wasn't a change in her expression even after she saw her pale hands. "Is it because of me?" The girl asked the rhetorical question aloud. She was very curious with her hands all of the sudden.

Of course it was because of her.

"Mostly because of you." Itachi slowly went back to the end of Sakura's bed and sat there with his hands properly on his lap. Even in situations like this, the Uchiha heir remained graceful even with his hallowed eyes staring into an empty spot in the room. "But Father had something to take care beforehand anyways. So it's nothing new."

Sakura looked up from her still hands, her eyes briefly glancing at Itachi's emotionless face before she looked out from the window beside her. She sank deeper on the pillow beside her. The silence on the room was heavy as the two remained silent.

The atmosphere in the room remained somber up until Sakura opened her mouth. "Itachi-san." She started, her tone uncharacteristically serious.

Although his face remained unperturbed, Itachi hummed in acknowledgment to Sakura's call. It was obvious that he had a lot going on, in his plate. In the meantime Sakura doesn't care if she only added more things unto his hands.