A\N: Just a fic of interconnected short oneshots that if you squint, you can see the plot. :~) (Non-massacre)

Summary: It was suppose to be an innocent friend and teammate bonding time. So, how did she end up in this predicament with her deepest darkest secret in the Uchiha Manor closet. Never again will she let Naruto pick their choice of games.

Disclaimer: I do not nor will I ever own anything even remotely close to Naruto. Rated T for language.

Chapter One; Cinema.

I could watch you for a lifetime, you're my favorite movie, a thousand endings, you mean everything to me. ~ Skrillex

How did I get roped into this? I mean, sure she was my best friend, but goddamnit, you think I'd be able to see a trap when it's rambling directly in front of me.

I stared in my usual nonchalant manner out the window, allowing everything Ino said to go through one ear and out the other. I honestly didn't really have the patience to sit here and take her verbal abuse, but oddly enough, I didn't have the heart to decline her lunch outing. I should've known what this actually was though. She didn't want to have lunch with her best friend, heaven forbid, no. She just wanted information and what better way to get it than to corner me with her doe like baby blue eyes and her charming smile that won over so many before me.

Ha, yeah right. I just came for the food, I swear.

Although after hearing what she was after, my appetite was soon lost and I found myself staring out the window uninterested in anything more she had to say.

Was it time to leave yet?

From across the table, I faintly heard the sounds of growling.

"Are you even listening to me, forehead?!" Her tone was short and snippy, unamused by my lack of attention.

I grunted in response before turning my head slightly her way to flash her a sincere smile. The dark aura around her was a little menacing, but having known her since childhood, I was hardly affected by it.

I sighed under my breath, shifting in the booth to face her more fully.

"Listen porker, I really don't understand why you're talking about this. It's a waste of time because there's nothing there to talk about and I just think you shouldn't even hold your breath."

Good, my voice didn't waver.

Because in reality, everything she was going on about was true. There was something there, something deep and meaningful that I had with a certain long-haired Uchiha. However, I didn't realize anyone had caught on to my sudden interest in the almightly sharingan wielder. I was certain I had kept everything scrictly on the down low; not even Tsunade-sama knew about my ahem, inappropriate fantasies. Inwardly, I blushed crimison.

Coming out of my thoughts, I failed to realize how close Ino's face was to mine. Talk about getting in my grill.

"You listen and you listen good, Haruno," That's all she needed to say and I knew she meant business. "I do not appreciate being lied to, especially to my face." Very true. "I know you're crushing on that anti-social Uchiha and don't give me lip about it." I think I needed dumber friends. "So, you can sit here and go on and on about your lack of feelings for the fucking guy, but I know damn well, better than anyfuckingone what the fuck is going on in that fucking hard head of yours!" What a classy lady, huh? So vulgar. "Now, I'm going to give you two options; Just two. You can either admit what I'm implying or I will punch you so damn hard you'll go back to fawning over Sasuke!"

Oh, damn. She had me there.

Several moments passed in our intense staring contest, neither of us wanting to back down but somehow, I knew I was going to lose. In a argument with Ino, I always did. But just as I opened and closed my mouth for what felt like the hundreth time that evening, something caught the corner of my eye. It was just a simple act of walking by, something even a cat could do and I wouldn't look twice; however, that was all it took to stop any words from forming, my mouth to go completely dry, and my emerald orbs unable to look away.

Itachi, in all of his wonderful Uchiha glory, walked gracefully by the window we were currently seated in front of. I could've died right then and there; not only because of Ino's victorious laugh that surely shook the entire building, but the fact that Itachi did one simple thing that always had me swooning despite the small act.

Seeing Ino and I behind the window, he gave us each a brief nod, a simple flick of his neck and he was on his way.