I stared at him; he didn't even notice me there until I had gasped. He looked up at me with a blank stare. His eyes, a deep red, already showed a hint of sorrow. He told me I was the only one that could see his emotions, he told me he loved me, that he'd never hurt me, yet as I watched my beloved Itachi, he broke al those promises with a single slip-up. Here I was watching a dreadful scene play out in front of me. Itachi, my Itachi, was kissing a girl I had never seen before in our spot, that only we knew about, someplace between the cafeteria and the dumpsters, and amazingly smelled good. We had claimed it our own in the beginning of last year, when we first started dating.

I stared in awe at the scene in front of me. I wanted to yell, to scream, to curse him out, but I couldn't. No, I shouldn't put it that way, I could and I would but I wasn't allowed to. He was part of the Akatsuki, the worst gang in the world, small enough to fit into one school, yet strong enough to take over the world in a few short years. I was lucky, being the only one for their leader to trust enough to be allowed to date one of the members; apparently those two had known each other since they were old enough to open their eyes. I'd never heard the details. Since the Akatsuki were so strong, if I were to break that trust that was bestowed upon me and hurt a member in any way, I would be beaten, possibly killed. Not wanting to have him see me weak, I ran away to my first class. I was 15 minutes early, but it didn't matter. I dumped my stuff in the first desk, unaware of the other student in class, and bolted out the door, barely managing to keep the tears under control.
I ran into the girls bathroom, hoping for some alone girl time. I ran into a stall and locked the door. I tried to keep quiet, in case HE came along. I sat in the empty bathroom, in a strangely clean stall letting my silent tears fall. My pink hair fell upon my shoulders. It was short last year, but my hair grows fast. It was long this year, I grew it this long for Itachi, he liked girls with long hair, he had told me about halfway through our first date. I thought of that memory, it burned my mind, but I couldn't stop it from coming into my head.

Flashback

Waiting at the door, I sat silently, listening for the footsteps. It was the beginning of junior year, and all of my friends had gone ecstatic when they heard I had been asked out by the most handsome boy in school. The footsteps came, and my heart welled up. When the doorbell rang, it took all my energy to not jump up to answer the door, I knew I had to wait and not seem like one of his many addictive fan girls. I counted to five then slowly got up and opened the door. He stood before me like a tower, he was so tall. Wearing a dress shirt, and nice pants he stepped closer to me, lowering his head to my level. His eyes, as I had just noticed, were a deep red, beautiful and stunning. His cologne almost had me fainting and to just fall into him, but I held back.
"Ready to go?" he asked coolly.
"Yea" I answered breathily.
He took me out to a restaurant, not super nice but not super dingy. The ride in his car was fantastic, a dark red lambo, same color as his eyes. We talked about our lives, our parents our friends and our plans for later in life. It was a nice date, the best first date I had ever been on. He took me home, just at the right time, before the curfew. He walked me to the door and as I pulled out my keys, he put two fingers under my chin and made me look up at him. His eyes were dreamy, cool and collective yet burning with fire. I stared into them as they looked down towards my lips. He brought his face down and-

End Flashback

I slammed my fists to my head, there was no way I would remember that first kiss, no way. I wouldn't remember how perfect it was, how much care and happiness Itachi had poured into it, no. I wouldn't remember that moment in my life; I erased it from my mind and wiped my tears with toilet paper. I got up and walked over to the sinks. I splashed cold water onto my face and dried it off with paper towels. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I wondered why I was getting so worked up over it. Itachi was a great guy yes, but if he didn't love me why should I love him? Why should I give him the chance to watch me be weak and get just what he wants? I shook my head and walked away just as the bell rang. Racing to class I plastered a big smile on my face, to hide the pain until the end of the day, when I would see him again.

I walked into class just as the late bell rung and the kid who was there before had moved his seat to right next to mine. He was blonde, long hair, half in a ponytail and half not. Some of that "not" hair was draped over his left eye. I had only seen him once before. In the few times I was allowed in the Akatsuki meetings I had seen him there looking ecstatic and happy that he had been able to join. I never paid any attention to him; he seemed like an annoying little boy.
He looked at me once and took out a piece of paper, writing on it he ripped a piece off and handed me the note. I took it from him and read it.

Bad first day?

I wrote back

How did you know?

Handing him the slip I took out a piece if paper and started to take notes on what
the teacher was saying. When the note landed on my desk it read,

Sometimes a guy can just tell.

Frowning I wrote

My names Sakura, yours?

I handed it back,

When the note came back it read,
Deidara, your Itachi's girlfriend right?

I grimaced but continued,
Me: EX-girlfriend

Deidara: Oh what happened?

Me: Talk to you later about it? It's to long to write on this tiny piece of paper.

Deidara: Sure, how about I take you to the coffee shop after school, as friends?

Me: That would be perfect.

I handed back the note to him for the last time and heard a small snort as he read it, I looked over and he was smiling. Perfect teeth. The day went on passing lockers, grabbing books, notebooks, and small snacks in between classes. When lunch came around I went and found my friends sitting already at their table. I walked over and sat down next to them.

"Hey forehead!" Ino said first.

"Hey pig!" I responded, "How's your first day so far?" I put on a happy face so they wouldn't see what was happening, the last thing I needed was for Ino to find out. She was the school gossip, anything you tell her can and will be used against you on and around school grounds. We knew each other since we were babies; we grew up together, with our first crush, then as rivals in sports and on team events. We were always trying to outdo one another. Then we hit high school, we were still tight, but we moved on from rivals to just best friends and we were hardly ever separated, even some of my dates with Itachi, Ino had come with us.

"Oh just fine, I hate my English teacher though, he called me a whore." She
responded taking a sip of her soda.

"He called you a whore?" I giggled.

"Not intentionally but I think when your teacher says your gonna be twenty and pregnant that that's calling you a whore." She looked up at the ceiling.

"Gosh I totally agree." I responded, "A whore? No body would DARE call you that." I shook my head sarcastically. That brought her eyes back to me.

"Hey just because I'm not a virgin does not mean I'm a whore," she defended.

"Besides, Shikamaru's good in bed." She giggled. I joined in.

We laughed and we talked some more about our lives over the summer and the funny things that it reminded us of. She promised she'd call and I did to, as the lunch bell rang for us to go. We hugged our goodbyes and walked out the door. The rest of the day went by quickly and after the final bell had rung, I made my way over to where Deidara had told me to meet him. I walked quickly knowing that I would pass the place Itachi walked out. I was almost passed and in the clear when a very firm and familiar hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me behind a building.