living out the same old moment

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Med. class, Sakura decided grudgingly, embodied the notion of feathers in hell.

Exiting the class, she was sure she could label that experience as frighteningly devastating. Her lecturer was singularly the most pressurising tyrant she had ever met. Tsunade was her name—nothing more, nothing less—and despite the size of her bosom suggesting she would be the more laid back type, such an assumption would be incorrect.

Deadly incorrect.

Tsunade was nothing short of a barking, demon-raising lecturer. Her introduction to the students demanded nothing less than the best, and her expectations were high—extremely high—perhaps placed on a pedestal of how miraculous of a teacher she claimed herself to be. Many students had left the class wondering what on Earth made them choose medicine; reduced to a puddle of indecision and fear.

But by God, Sakura liked Tsunade. The lecturer was surely mad, but she was confident and above all, capable. Sakura needed someone like that to push her along the lines of life. Especially for something as gruelling and requiring undying devotion as medicine.

Smiling to herself, Sakura headed through the hallways of her new university, taking in the sights of various buildings surrounding her. The facilities of Tokyo University were beyond grasp and it was a gleaming prospect to know in a matter of a few years, this place would be home.

Engrossed in revelling her new stepping stone in life, the utmost cliché event twisted into her life—knocking into someone.

The impact of crashing into a hard body momentarily stunning her, Sakura flew backwards for a very brief split-second before tumbling forward, landing awkwardly on the concrete ground. But this was not before she caught an idiosyncratic and familiar flash of black in her vision.

Sasuke? She thought, dazed, the awkward atmosphere being quenched by anticipation.

The person had landed in front of her, his back to her face, so she wasn't certain whether it was Sasuke or not. Silly enough, she hoped. She really did hope. Helping the person to pick up their numerous papers, listed with details of a law class, Sakura couldn't stop the smile slipping onto her face. Did Sasuke go to the same university as her as well? She had to know.

"I'm sorry," Sakura exclaimed, more cheerily than she wanted. A blush diffused onto her cheeks.

Please let the voice in reply be him, please, please, please.

"It's alright." The same velvety, controlled tone acquainted the response. It was. Sakura's eyes gleamed and her smile threatened to widen into a grin, until, that is—the person turned around. Well, the voice may have been the same, but the owner wasn't. Disappointment crashed onto Sakura. He looked like Sasuke, sounded like Sasuke, was postured like Sasuke, smiled like Sasuke—

Wait, smile? Sasuke doesn't smile, Sakura thought suddenly. Her gaze swept over the Sasuke-clone, landing on two six-lettered words situated on the man's left blazer pocket: Uchiha Itachi.

notes: people probably hate me right now. but were any of you expecting that? :) and yes, there is a reason (quite a significant one actually) why itachi is in the story and why tsunade is initially conveyed as a home-wrecker. also, this chapter may be a bit rusty, because i just had to write this in one shot and get it out to you all.