Sakura back in time ❦ (Naruto BIT fanfic)

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"Can I talk to you?" asked Itachi, standing in Sakura's doorway once again.
"Of course," she answered with a nod and patted the bed for him to sit down with one hand while the other held the craft she was working on.

"What's that?" he asked, looking at the cross-stitch in Sakura's lap.

"Mikoto-san taught me needle-point and gave me some patterns. See? I'm drawing a kitty!"

Itachi smiled half-heartedly and placed a hand atop of hers.

"I-Is something wrong?" she asked, looking at Itachi in worry as she set down the needle-point and held his hand between both of hers.

"Yeah... well, not really, but sort of."

"So, there is, but there isn't, but there is?"

"It's not very important, I'm probably just being paranoid. Father has been telling me that I've been acting oddly lately, so maybe that's it," he told her. "I-I'll just leave you to your needle-point-thing."

"No, Itachi, wait," she told him, grabbing his hand tighter to keeping him from leaving. "I want to know what's going on."

He sat back down reluctantly and sighed. "I-I'm not very good at talking to girls... I've gotten a lot better at it since you came along, but it's hard for me to tell you what's on my mind and it's even harder to think about what you would say in return."

"Well, if you want to sit here and think on how you're going to say it, I can wait," she suggested, "Just sit back and relax and I'll sit back and relax and be quiet so that you can concentrate."

He sighed again and asked quickly, "Did you get your memories back?"

"W-What?" she asked, taken aback.

"Your memories, have they come back?"

"N-Not as far as I know," she lied. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, when you fought with Shisui, you used that genjutsu," he explained. "I never taught you that."

Sakura tensed and Itachi saw. She quickly regained her composure and told him, "I-I saw somebody else do that jutsu and I practiced it until I could do it."

"And who did you practice it on?" he asked, trying to suppress his suspicion.

"A clone."

"Really?"

She asked, "What's with the interrogation? Do you not trust me? I'm telling you the truth!"

"It just seems very odd how you could copy a jutsu like that and know its effects and how long it lasts, especially for a beginner who wasn't even in the academy."

"Are you implying you think I'm a shinobi?" she asked, standing up.

"Of course not," he answered calmly, standing as well, "I can't make accusations just like that, but it seems odd how you were able to do the jutsu like a pro."

"Well, I did, I-I don't know how, but I did."

"I trust you, Sakura, I'm just curious to know what happened back there."

"If you trusted me, you wouldn't keep on questioning me about it!"

"Calm down, Sakura," he commanded. "You're blowing this out of proportion."

"You started it!"

"I was just asking you a few questions-"

"You were interrogating me, that's what you were doing!"

"I'm not going to argue with you on this," he told her with an annoyed sigh, "I guess I'll just leave you to your needle-point." With those last words, he left the room, slamming the door shut behind himself. She listened to his footsteps walk down the hall until she heard another door slam shut. He'd left the house.

She fell back onto the bed and sighed. I guess I was a little too defensive, but he didn't have to keep questioning me. He should trust me... okay, well, no he shouldn't because I'm lying through my teeth, but still... he should.

Sakura picked up the needle-point and stared at the kitty she was making. She smiled and set it down, picking out a new assortment of colors and a new piece of cloth. She immediately set to work on her new project, not bothering to come up with a plan. She already knew what she was making.

A few days later, Sakura waited in Itachi's room patiently for him to enter. Finally, she saw the door begin to open and she got ready to show him her surprise.

When he saw her in there, he looked shocked, then puzzled. "What're you...?"

"I made you something," she told him. She lifted the present off her lap and showed him the cross-stitch of a Sharingan eye, perfect down to the three tomoe and the little border.

He looked at it and smirked. "You did this?"

She nodded.

"It's perfect. Thank you."

"Oh, and I'm sorry for spazzing, too."

He shook his head. "I shouldn't have interrogated you like I did."

"No, you were curious."

And the two went into a playful argument over who was wrong...