Catching up; the word the Godaime Hokage has used to describe the events that came to pass after his name was cleared.

To him the word was a prelude as to what was waiting for him. Naruto and Kakashi held nothing back as they took out 6 years of fury out on him after dragging him to team 7's original training feild.

Battered, bruised, bleeding and crying; his comrades were far too emotional for shinobi. He realized the damage done by his actions, and regret laced itself through his existance.

He had thought it was the end of the rants, he thought they could move forward; he thought wrong.

Sitting in the Akamichi restaurant, Naruto finally asked the damned question; why?

"Ask him." He snapped, jerking his head toward his ever stoic brother.

Civillians and shinobi alike were staring intently at the group, the two last Uchiha were a sight to be seen together. Alike statue's of Adonis, their living beauty and powerful heir caused a stir everywhere they went.

What non of the men sitting at the table, nor the onlookers, expected was the fist that slammed down on the table. He watched as the wood cracked under her delicate hand.

Feirce emerald eyes glared at him menacingly, shining with fury; her stare left him absolutely breathless.

She was arched with anger, her body tensed as if to attack. She was the epitamy of a deadly kunoichi, sedutive yet lethal.

The way her back curved inward, her hips perched back as her weight rested on her hands, one a fist through the table, the other gripping the edge of the wood so hard the peice looked as if it was going to break off. Her lucious hair fell around her , resting down her back in soft waves; did she realize how beautiful she was?

When she was angry; it was a sight men would pray to see before death called.

"You arrogant, selfish bastard." She seethed, her pretty face alight with adrenaline as she prepared to tell him right where to go.

His heart was pounding, his eyes soft as he watched her; mesmorised.

"How DARE you sit there and BLAME your BROTHER for YOUR stupidity! How DARE you sit there infront of us and say NOTHING was your fault! Are you INSANE? You LEFT! YOU ABANDONED YOUR TEAM! You had LOVE, you had FRIENDS, you had the CHOICE to have a great life! With people who CARED about your existance! INSTEAD YOU CHOSE to become a MURDERER! You CHOSE to follow that EVIL man! And when it all turns out null and void you come back here like your some sort of hero and we all should be BOWING down to the almighty SASUKE UCHIHA! YOU BROKE OUR HEARTS! We MOURNED for you, GREIVED everyday! And when we found you time and time again you ALWAYS aimed to KILL. You may have everyone else fooled Uchiha, but I will NEVER forgive you. You heartless, waste of skin. I hope you burn in hell."

It was ravishing, it was beautiful and sinful; the way she hissed his name, her eyes slitting like that of a wild cat.

It left his blood burning, a primal urge inside him tore at him; to dominate her, to make that pretty mouch scream his name in such a way that she would forget her anger, her hate.

His instincs pricked as her scent hit him like a ton of bricks; she had turned on a dime, her hair cascading back toward him.

He basked in her anger, basked in her wake. He knew there was hope, her passion was too feirce. If she really meant that she would have never said anything. But she was uncoinsciously hoping he would understand her anger, why else scream at him? Why else tell him her deepest feelings?

"Hn." Itachi grunted.

He nodded in aknowledgement. Kakashi smiled underneath his mask and chuckled deeply, while Naruto stuttered apologies on behalf of Sakura, saying she didn't mean a thing.

But his mind was elsewhere. His father had told Itachi one time, when he had been evesdropping... about marriage.

Flashback.

"Itachi."

"Hai Otou-san?"

"I have been meaning to talk to you about a matter of great importance."

"What is it." Itachi's voice became weary af Fugaku's voice became... rather embarrased.

"As the next Uchiha clan head, you have certain duties to uphold. One of those, is marriage."

"..."

"You will need to find a suitable bride before you can claim your title Itachi. You have time, but as your Otou it is my duty to enlighten you on such matters.

There was an uncomfortable silence, neither father or son were good at these meetings. His father had never uttered so many words that didn't include some kind of scolding, or outward apraisal.

There was a loud sigh, and he peeked in the room to see his father put a hand on Itachi's shoulder.

"The clan will tell you, find a submissive wife. Find someone who can walk in your shadow, who does what she's told. But for once Itachi, just this once, you are permitted to ignore the councels words."

Itachi was staring at his father with wide eyes, such words have never been uttered by this man.

"Find a woman with spirit Itachi, if they can stay angry at you, if they can hold their own against you... then they are worth it. Find a woman who deny's you, who challanges you, who brings out the best in you. They are the woman worth knowing, worth loving. Your mother was not what the councel would have picked for me, she was young, feiry, a former ANBU. She told me no the first time I asked her to court. And Itachi, she has made the happiest man in the world."

And with that his father walked away, leaving both of his sons dumbstruck.

END.

He had found his challanger, yet he had known this all along.

She was beautiful, a temptress in her own right, full of life; so ready to give life.

He wanted her for his, he wanted that vixen to be the one he held in the small hours of the night.

Sakura had no idea that his heart had settled, on the one woman who would rather die than fall into his arms.