Hidden In The Leaf

Secrets of the leaf. Part 41.

負けるが勝ち - (makeru ga kachi)

........................HAIKU(41).......................

"There is victory in losing"

A paradoxal thought that cushions broken expectations.

Suddenly weeps, ones bruised ego

                                  
                             -No one, probably-

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"Sakura!".... Panic induced bubbles both miniature and large in size, burst from his ice cold lips in a rushed flurry. It was his best attempt, at what ever sort of speech he thought they'd been allowed under these current circumstances. Especially given their previous intimate relations with watery travels.

The glowing woman before him floated still, as if she was anchored precisely to that one spot by some great force beyond his visions. Her hair danced exotically, each strand a beautiful exhibition of flowing pastel tresses, while the shimmering light began its escape.

Soon enough and much to his dismay, rapidly growing darkness made whole faster than he could have anticipated, cutting short his work while he tried to rouse Sakura from her aquatic slumber.

This sudden predicament, he figured,  was just another set back in a long line of set backs that were sure to appear. Yet inspite of these sour turn of events, the better part of Itachi relentlessly fought against his consternations, choosing to burry each and every bit of its growing madness, least he began to lose his fucking mind in the process.

By gods, Itachi knew this battle was tiresome, but never the less, he trudged forward persistently, if only to rid him self of certain past guilts. A sort of self sacrificial atonement on his behalf you see.  As for the others, he hadn't the slightest fucking clue on how unbothered they seemingly carried on with their daily routines. It was as if their past indiscretions were nothing but water under the bridge. That bridge of-coarse being as structually unsound as the rest of them; Orochimaru, Sandime and Nanadime not excluded.

By gods, it was a secret he was dying to know.

Pulling along his comatose comrade, the Uchiha vanquished these unhealthy thoughts, all in lieu of pursuing his gut feeling. This mission was pinnacle at the moment, he reminded himself as he swam towards an instinctual pull he needed not understood for the time being, all in hopes of finally locating their objective, before their pinkette's disease befell either him or Neji, for that matter.

Speaking of, Neji shouldn't be too far along now, he convinced himself. He was absolutely positive the Yamanaka heiress had deciphered his message without fail, managing to relay his utmost need for urgency to their extended group.  However, if the core of this mission truly comprised of a three man operative, then that only begged the question as to whether or not Sakura would be rid of her trance like state anytime soon.

Navigating their unknown destination, Itachi dragged along Sakura's seemingly lifeless body with much ease. She wasn't dead, that much he was sure of. Infact, she had never seemed more livelier as the halo of light began its death behind her gliding form. Funny enough though, Itachi was willing to bet his last dime on knowing the true where-abouts of her soul. Reasons remained however, as to why Kaguya had choosen such a critical moment to whisk her away, and her only?

That being said, it was a minor blessing in disguise that she'd been the only one afflicted with the god's curse. Had the Ōtsutsuki taken all three of them, resulting in them failing this little rogue mission of theirs, then the consequences could very well prove irrevocable, to say the least. Especially amidsts this so call era of peace.