ItaSaku: You're No good For Me

Do you Trust me?

(A/n: This is prolly mosty going to be Itachi's POV from the time she cut it off to present. I will admit that I'm not the best at writing for him, so I apologize in advance if he does seem out of character. I'm going to try and do it the best of my ability.)

Itachi's POV:

I felt her pull away from my side and from the far away look in her eyes I knew what she was thinking.

"What if your father is right?" She said, barely above a whisper. I had to strain my ears just to hear it. I felt the shock through my whole body, I knew it was coming yet I couldn't prepare myself for this feeling. My eyebrows raised in surprised and I looked at her, but her eyes were avoiding mine. They looked glossy and she was slightly biting her lip. I didn't know what to say to ease her mind, nothing came to me and it frustrated me to a point. As I continued to look at her, I noticed she took a shaky breath.

"He only has the best intentions for you after all, and I know you're practically a genius, you beat me in almost any challenge I throw at you. So... this highschool isn't good enough for you right?"

She looked up at me and I was still trying to process what she meant, yes I knew I was above the average intelligence but how does she play into this? I really didn't care what father said, or what he wants me to do. After all it is my decision and if I choose to stay with Sakura then he should at least be understanding. I kept my face blank as she gave me a small smile and shook her head.

"Your father is right, why don't you and become more successful? What's stopping you?"

"Sakura I'm not leaving yo-" I was quick to retort back but she beat me to it.

"That's the point Itachi! I'm holding you back! It's all my fault you can't go! I know the school isn't good enough for you," I waited for a few seconds and I noticed she was crying now "I know... I know I'm not good enough for you." She finished, the look of pure defeat in her eyes. Her shoulders shook and she used the back of her hand to muffle the sobs spilling from her mouth. Questions kept forming in my mind but I chose the most appropriate one. I placed my hands on he shoulders and squeezed them lightly, making sure I had her attention.

"What's making you think this way?" I asked, hoping she would give a clear answer this time. Why couldn't she just see that I didn't care about any of that. I heard her laugh a bit and she took my hand in hers.

"Itachi." She started to say, the sad look her eyes only deepening, "I love you, but I'm not gonna let myself hold you back like this." Her voice kept going but it drowned out with the feeling of my chest tightening and the small sense of dread coming. Why was she doing this, didn't she know I wanted to be with her? All of this over my father, Sakura wake up! I care about you not him! My grip on her hands tightened and I felt her squeeze back.

"I'm sorry." She said and as I watched the wind tousle her hair, I couldn't help but think she was beautiful. I felt her hands leave mine and when it finally registered she was leaving I called out to her. I felt an unusual pang in my chest and when I looked up to see Sasuke leaning against the railing I breifly saw red. I narrowed my eyes at him and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. His face paled considerably, "Don't ever consider yourself my younger brother again." I spat at him, the malice in my voice apparent. I tossed him to the side and walked to my room so I could fully process what just happened.

The urge I had to text her, even call her was hard to fight. But with what just happened I knew she didn't want to speak to me, so I took a deep breath and decided to ignore this feeling for now. Shoving it to the back of my mind, I found some task to do and busied myself with that. After maybe one or two hours of finding little things to do, I heard the door slam suddenly and then my mother's voice. A small glimmer of hope rose in my chest but quickly went away when I heard the female voice. A small knock on my door was heard and I was tempted to ignore it.