Kolors

02

Sakura

Leaving the hospital

"You truly are a handful," Shizune helps me into Itachi's car. I eye her pleadingly as she closes the door leaving me with the police man. I said I would trust him but every fiber in my being begs for me to turn and run. "Bring her for check ups occasionally and to help remove the stitches when the time comes. Take care of her. She's--" Shizune chokes on her words as she grows emotional. "we will see each other again soon."

Itachi rolls the window up and I watch as Shizune's figure disappears into the night. The ride had been silent for the most part with the steady humming of a radio to compliment the tension. I fiddle my thumbs anxiously at the sight of fast moving trees and roads that stretch for miles. Itachi lowers the volume of the radio suddenly.

"We are almost there," He motions to my thumbs. "Is that something you do often?"

"This is not the first."

"If you feel uncomfortable at any moment don't shy away from telling me," I nod quietly. We drive up a hill with a dirt road leading the way. The city lies bellow as we go higher and I feel my throat tighten."My home is now yours as well." 

We drive up to an open iron gate and I take in as many details of it as possible. The way it is wired to open and close. Itachi's eyebrows furrow at the sight of the open gate and multiple cars parked in the drive way. He immediately parks the car and opens the passenger door, extending his arm for me to take. I breathe in steadily and grab hold of his firm arm. My legs grow heavy as we walk slowly towards the front door that swings open unexpectedly. A cool feeling fans across my face and booming music comes to a stop. The partygoers stand awkwardly as Itachi's anger fills the room. I, too shocked to move, shadow Itachi.

"Get out of my house, now." He commands. "Now!" He yells. All of the strangers run from the house as if a fire had set off. I stand to the side holding onto Itachi as they disappear from his property.

Once the house was void of any partygoers, Itachi guides me carefully towards a leather couch in the living room. He settles me into the plush material and leaves me to watch him pace back and forth. I take in the picture of Itachi, the cool calm gentleman who took me from the hospital, loosing his tightly knit composure. How off-putting.

"I'm going to kill Sasuke," He mutters angrily as he reaches into his pockets in search of his phone. After many rings there had been no answer infuriating him further. I place my hand over my mouth as I felt it begin to curl upwards slowly. His vision snaps towards me and I immediately stiffen as if caught red handed. I await some form of punishment as he approaches the couch, but all Itachi did was blow a long tired sigh and slump his body next to mine. I peer over at him through my knees that I hold close to my chest protectively.

"Amused are we?" He eyes me slyly. "Despite being covered in beer you seem carefree."

"I've been covered in worse," I mutter. Itachi releases a drained groan and stands from the couch.

"Let's get you changed."

I struggle to stand on my feet as he leads me to a flight of stairs. I ready myself to take the first step but Itachi stops me. He quietly motions for me to let him carry me the rest of the way up the stairs and I give in knowing the aches would only worsen.