Her bed was comfortable although it should be for the amount of money she paid for it. Sakura opened her eyes only to find that the horrible, horrible dream she had the previous night was in fact reality. Itachi Uchiha was in her boudoir and nothing good could come from a statement like that. Although she had to admit seeing the man this close in the early morning light was close to a fantasy. The man was without a doubt gorgeous.
But he was still scary and that canceled out any naughty thoughts she might have had.
“What do you want with me?”
He regarded her silently for several moments while Sakura fought not to fidget under his gaze. It took a herculean effort but somehow she managed it. She would have been proud of herself had she not been scared witless.
“You may not have noticed but my little brother and I are…closer than we have been in the past.”
It was the understatement of the year. Sakura suddenly had the insane urge to laugh and scream at the same time. Could they both be done? She was about to try when he continued on. “We were hoping you could find a way to separate us.”
Sakura paused and gave the elder Uchiha a look of surprise before slowly shaking her head. “Not my level of expertise.”
“You’re a medic.” Itachi countered as if just the title of ‘medic’ meant she could fix everything. She was good but she wasn't that good.
“Yes, a medic. Not a forbidden jutsu specialist. I don’t raise the dead. I don’t separate them. I heal the living.”
“Ah, but now we’re alive. So you can heal us, correct?”
“This is no sickness.” Sakura countered suddenly finding herself irritated by his twisted logic. She knew his reputation and people said that he was a genius. At that moment she just thought he was manipulative. “You’ve come to the wrong place.”
Itachi slowly shook his head. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Sakura was about to contradict him when he finished his thought. “We’ve come to the only place.”