Summary: "This is going to be perfect for you. The scent of it is going to mesmerise you. You're going to be coming back begging for more. I guarantee you," She said with a sly grin.
The Wrong Perception
"I can't believe this," Sakura inwardly cursed her manners of discipline. She was feeling exceptionally overworked as it was and did not need to be running around like this. With a schedule starting as early and carrying on till late she, was not pleased with the situation she found herself in.
Today wasn't any different than any other day for her, other than the extra two people Kakashi had deemed appropriate and made team 7 train with. Sure she knew Sai's and captain Yamato's techniques inside out, but it wasn't exactly a walk in the park either.
And when she returned home she had hoped to have a nice shower, fill her stomach up with her mother's cooking that she had dropped off previously, and then perhaps sleep. However she came face to face with a typical girl problem and by no means avoidable even for a girl like her.
She had ran out of shampoo.
Now normally, said girl would keep a supply of 'extras' in her bathroom cabinet, but she knew how Naruto liked to root through it and take all he could, in order to save his own precious wages. She had a mind to knock him into the middle of next week for stealing, yes, stealing,hershampoo. It was uncalled for and she would certainly be having words with him. Just not now. Sometime when she wasn't covered in grime and sweat and when her hair wasn't as flat, dull, and simply put gross as it was now. She did have two bottles, which she bought from a sale of buy one get one free, but she had misread the label so it was no good for her.
Right now, her only priority was getting to the convenience store so she could stock up on shampoo. Now, Sakura was not overly-female. She didn't own boxes of make-up or tonnes of 'glam' clothes, and she didn't know the meaning of the word 'diet'. But her hair was something special. It was what made her unique.
Girls often let their best feature define them. For some, it was their legs. For others, it was their eyes. But for Sakura, it was her hair. It was what made her different to every other kunoichi in Konoha. She was the only person within the whole of Fire country to have soft, delicate, pink tresses that many women would die for. And she loved it. She lost count of the many compliments she had received for her hair. Oft-times, even kunoichi from far villages would praise her locks when they would be assigned joint-missions. It made her feel good about herself.
This was the reason she was marching irately down the aisle of the small store. She couldn't just leave her hair in the state it was in. It needed to look it's best at all times. Especially with so many people in the village having extremely, beautiful hair. (Half of them being men!)
Groaning under her breath, Sakura pushed past the few shoppers that were still in the store at this hour. She cursed the man who decided to put the 'Health & Beauty' aisle all the way to the back of the shop. She sighed in relief when she saw the fully stocked shelves fast approaching, a gleeful smile spreading on her lips. She scanned the stocks of shampoo from top to bottom and from left to right, searching frantically for her particularly needed bottle. She had just about come across everything useless she didn't need, damn her luck.
"Alright!" she cheered to herself, quiet loudly, when the bottle she wanted came into view. Her small arm shot out at an alarming rate, just waiting to grab that much-loved hair serum. She let her mind wander a small moment, she was that happy. The mere thought of drawing herself a hot bath and lathering the shampoo into her long locks made her smile even brighter. She could practically smell the beautiful scent of strawberries and vanilla; could almost feel the luxurious, smooth texture of lathered shampoo cascading down her back and arms.
However, the small pinkette gasped when she felt something collide with her small hand that did notin any means feel likeashampoo bottle. Her brow furrowed and her head snapped to the right, following the hand that had latched itself onto her item. Sakura had to suck in a breath when she was greeted by the sight of none other than Uchiha Itachi.
The prodigy of Konoha. The desire of every woman in the village. The man, many believed worthy of the title of Hokage.The hotshot himself, was buying shampoo?
Hold on.
Repeating that line in her mind she screwed her face trying to make sense of it.
Unladylike, Sakura scrunched up her face. She always knew he had gorgeous hair, but she never guessed he actually took the time to look after it. Naturally, she believed he was just blessed with beautiful locks, like he was also naturally gifted at everything else. Debating these thoughts in her mind she couldn't help the giggles that escaped her lips, and was well aware of the way Itachi's eyes were thinning at her clearly not amused and did not find the situation nearly as amusing as she did.
Mentally cursing himself, he found it downright mortifying that he been caughtby someone he knew whilst shopping. He cringed. It was not to his liking neither, that this girl was laughing at him. He swore revenge on Sasuke for getting him into this situation.
His parents had been away from Konoha for a few days. His father had important clan-head responsibilities that needed to be dealt with and naturally his mother had gone with him. As a result, Sasuke and he were left to their own devices. Well, Sasuke mainly. Itachi himself had been on a mission until only hours ago. But surely he assumed that Sasuke wasn't inhuman enough to not restock the house when things had decreased.
Upon the moment he had stepped home, it was as if his home had been invaded. It looked entirely foreign to him. Dishes had been piled up nearly on the verge of moulding, bottles and snacks had been stacked in the living room table with chairs upside down, dust upon everywhere he had touched. Itachi had concluded that Sasuke no matter how old he would be would always need to be taken care of, but he was not expecting to see something as extreme as this. He couldn't even imagine his mother's face when she returned.
Either way Itachi wasn't in the mood to deal with this. He had been on this mission for three weeks, and he was to put simply, tired. He may be strong, but even he had his limits. And right now his stomach was screaming out to him.
But of course, peering into the fridge all he found was a jug of water and a half-eaten stick of dango. Not the most nutritious meal for a starving Anbu captain. "Sasuke," he growled lowly, slamming the fridge shut.
Moving to his room, Itachi decided that it was best to unpack and see what he needed, in case he was sent on another mission first thing tomorrow. The last time he found himself unprepared and he hadn't showered, had a change of clothes throughout the entire mission. Tsunade had deemed that Itachi was the only candidate suitable for the mission and thus he didn't have a choice, and upon setting foot through the door 10 minutes later he was out again.
He started to unpack his outwear, tools and weaponry, seen as in they were the first things that came to his hand. He folded up his gear placing it on his bed, and carried on with his unpacking. Having gotten to the end of the bag Itachi took out his shampoo, and noticed it empty. Shaking it side to side hoping there would be a little bit more left at the end just enough to last him for today, but his wish was in vain, and at the same time his stomach wasn't doing him any favours eithers.
Sighing to himself cursing his luck the moment he walked through the house, he concluded that it was best to set out and get some food. He could always go the market tomorrow, or better yet send Sasuke.
Having set of to the nearest fast food stall that was near his home, he ate till his heart content, and saw that there was a market right opposite it. He decided that considering he had gotten out of the house anyway he might aswell get a few things he needed. Besides there wasn't many people out that he recognised. Not that he was upright or anything but being an Uchiha and all Itachi did have a reputation to maintain and it wouldn't look good for clan heir to be seen shopping.Cringing again, he really despised of that word.
Paying for his food and thanking the chief, he walked over as swiftly.
Having entered the premises Itachi started to walk straight fully intended to just pick up what he needed, and the first thing he saw that he needed was in the health and beauty products aisle. Using his photographic memory he visualised the bottle he needed in his mind, and was thankful that it was right in front of him.
Itachi didn't know much about hair products, but he did know that each individual had one specifically for them, and his mother had always brought him this one so he supposed he should buy the same one.
Reaching out to grab the bottle he saw another hand reaching over to the same direction, not thinking much of it, that perhaps the one they needed was near his, he was proved wrong when the said persons hand bumped into his making him jolt up to see none other than a known face, Sakura Haruno.
So much for being discrete he mentally sighed. And what made matters even more worse was that she was laughing, involuntarily making Itachi glare at her. But Itachi was much better than that to retaliate to her childish behaviour.
He glared forcefully at the young girl, deciding not to retaliate to her childish behaviour. He tightened his hold on the shampoo bottle that they both held onto and pulled it into his grasp. The girl pouted at him and Itachi had to resist the smirk he felt the need to express. The shampoo was thrown into his basket and before long he was striding back down the aisle with a very pissed of Sakura Haruno burning holes into his back.
Moments later, before he could even grasp what was happening, Sakura appeared in front of him, taking the shampoo from the basket he carried. "I saw it first, therefore, it is mine." Itachi could only watch in disbelief as the girl glared at him before walking past him. But he never backed down, especially when his opponent was as childish as her. He spun quickly, snatching the bottle from her grasp once more.
"I was here before you," he said smoothly, his eyes lit with a flicker of a smirk. "Therefore, this bottle belongs to me."
"That is so rude, Uchiha-San. You cannot snatch things from a lady!" she yelled in a rather high tone. Itachi almost laughed at her contradictory ways. Was it right for her to 'snatch things' from a gentlemen? Certainly not.
Her glare deepened and Itachi managed to predict her movements, raising the shampoo bottle into the air before she jumped trying to reach it. He almost chuckled at the sight of Sakura Haruno trying to reach his outstretched hand, but he soon remembered they were in a public place and they had attracted an audience. An old woman wandered past them on the, smiling at them as she did so.
Her behaviour for a Jonin was despicable. He was her superior and she knew that very well. She certainly lacked manners for a kunoichi. He decided to be the better man, instead of wrestling with the girl further, he turned around to go to the counter. If he were to carry on shopping, this girl would certainly pester him further. However, just as he turned the aisle, he felt a sudden chakra rush behind him and then his hand was empty.
Itachi didn't have to turn around to see what had happened. She must have used her chakra to jump up to his level. Had this girl have no pride or shame? To be doing pathetic things in a store just proved to him that this girl really had the mind of a 3 year old.
However she really was trying on his last patience. "Haruno," he warned in a sharp tone.
He was actually quite surprised with the behaviour she was currently portraying. He had met her couple of times at home, on rare occasions when he was actually at home. His mother would tend to invite Sasukes teammates for dinner and as a result he had had a few words with the girl himself, and from what he experienced she was well mannered and a kunoichi who knew her place. But today she was acting nothing like the kind.
Gulping, Sakura noticed the hint of sharpness to his warning signal. She hated to admit it, but Sakura was scared. She decided that it was the perfect moment to flee the store and make her escape with hershampoo bottle. She was visibly shocked, even gasping a little when Itachi appeared in a puff of smoke in front of her. He was so close, she could practically see the specks in his eyes. His eyes shone in bemusement and Sakura began to wonder just how far he would go for something he wanted. Although, he was ever so slightly intimidating, Sakura couldn't help admiring his ability. He was certainly fast.
"But I saw it first Itachi-san!" Sakura whined with a pleading look. He didn't look like he was going to leave her alone any time soon, so she might as well throw all her cards. "I've just finished training with your brother and I can't exactly have a shower without shampoo, now can I?" She resorted as if he actually cared, and involuntarily causing his eyebrows lift and the corner of his mouth twitches amused by what she just said.
Under those looks however Sakura could see he wasn't going to back down even after her plea, so she was only left with one choice and decides to use drastic measures. Seduction
"Please?" She pleaded again with pouting lips and puppy eyes. Boys were a sucker for this move she knew. The things she could do whilst going into this mode was literally unbelievable, she could make both Sasuke and Naruto beg at her feet. She even managed to hit Garra with this move once and that's saying something. Not even Itachi could probably resist her she thought in triumph.
A few seconds passed and but he hadn't changed his expression.
"No," he said once more, taking the bottle from her hands. He had to be doing this just to annoy her now, she reasoned.
Sakura groaned in frustration unable to think of anything else to convince this aloof man. "But this shampoo is the only one I can use for my hair! See…" she pointed at the label of the bottle in her hand, "it says flat to volume for thick hair. It's the only one I can use!" She carried on whining. "And your hairs not thick so you shouldn't be using this anyway. It looks more like…" she trailed of and without thinking she reached for a strand Itachi's hair making him flinch at the contact. "Fine, its quite thin. So this is clearly not for you... but you know what, I can recommend you a better one." She gleamed at once.
Itachi could only stand there unable to process the ridiculous things that were coming out of this girl's mouth. He was standing here receiving hair tips from his brother's teammate. It even sounded deluded to him, and he really honestly hoped to god that no one could see them. He couldn't even believe that she actually had the backbone to touch his hair! Just who did she think she was?
Before this girl could embarrass herself further as well as himself, he needed to get out of here and by the looks of it she was getting carried away looking at bottles in front of him, whilst firmly grasping on to the bottle he needed.
"I do not need such a thing, Haruno. Leave it be. You can have the bottle if it means so much to you." He wasn't going to stand another second of this nonsense. She had annoyed him beyond words, and consequently, put him off shopping, forever.He was starting to ponder Sasuke's current attitude as well, perhaps it was the influence of the two morons on his team. He would definitely being having words with his younger brother later.
Looking down at her, she had placed her index finger on her bottom lip muttering the name of the shampoo she was unable to find on the shelf. Sakura faced Itachi, her eyes leaving the stacks of shampoo bottles, after hearing him sigh loudly. A sudden want to help surged in her. "It's not here. But I have this shampoo at home, perfect for your hair! I bought it by mistake, but it's specially designed for fine, straight hair. Just wait, let me pay for this."
"There is no need-".He was about to continue but was interrupted by the pinkette raising her hand to stop him talking. Which Itachi mentally noted to later to consider why he had actually stopped.
"No please. I insist. I would feel so bad if you were left without shampoo because of me!" It was certain that this girl was crazy noted Itachi, bordering mad. It was just shampoo for goodness sake, she had what she wanted now if she could just leave him alone.
He was about to state that she cut this madness but was beaten to by her yet again. She defiantly had a mouth that never tired. "I won't take no for an answer."
And with that she left his presence rushing down to the tills and shouting over her shoulder telling him to wait there for her.
Itachi however without a second thought had no intention to do so, and walked out through the backdoor without intentionally a bit faster than he usually would, hoping that she would never leave that store.
Meanwhile, Naruto and Sasuke -having eaten till the point of bloating, left the Ramen stall talking about today's training. "I didn't copy you, teme, I made it myself," Naruto barked for the tenth time. But Sasuke wasn't paying attention to him, but rather to a familiar chakra signature he had felt moments earlier.
"What are they doing back so early?" he murmured quietly.
"Huh?" Naruto followed Sasuke's gaze catching a glimpse of Fugaku and Mikoto coming through the gate.
"Where are they coming from?"
"They went to visit the feudal lord. Clan matters." Sasuke told him as they walked towards his parents.
"Mikoto-San, Fugaku-San!" Naruto shouted making Sasuke winced. Sasuke often wondered what his mother loved about Naruto so much.
"Boys." She smiled. "What are you doing out about at this time?" Mikoto asked them.
"Nothing much, we just had something to eat," Naruto answered back quickly, a huge grin on his face.
"Father." Sasuke simply greeted his father with a nod.
"Well Naruto-chan why don't you come home with us, we'd love to have you over," Mikoto warmly said. She always had a heart for Naruto. She didn't know why but it was something about him that gave him that innocence that he had. She loved him as much as she loved her sons.
Upon agreeing the men in the group automatically got into a conversation about jutsu's and techniques, making Mikoto smile inwardly, typicalmen.
"Is your brother at home Sasuke?" She cut in with curiosity. "No he's on a mission," He replied politely, then going back to his conversation with his father.
Sakura left the store cursing the women that was in front of her. She had delayed her for ten minutes, over some wrong price tag. Glancing around with fresh annoyance, she concluded that Itachi must have given up waiting for her and left. But, he couldn't have gone too far. The word home struck her, and she bolted off running towards his house. She would feel awful for not helping him after she had promised.
Little did she know, he could honestly care less. Itachi didn't even think twice when he left the store there was no way he wanted to hear her voice again. He was set to head home now that he had what he wanted, but Itachi was disrupted when he felt a force in front of him. Glancing at it, he noticed that the 'force' was none other than the definition of annoyance herself hands on knees panting.
Closing his eyes in hopes of calming his frustration, he couldn't help but cursing the god up there that clearly hated him for reasons unknown.
"There you are! I'm so sorry for making you wait there was this stupid lady in front of me enquiring about a stupid price tag."
Itachi couldn't even think anymore. He was for the first time in his entire life speechless. His mind had simply given up generating thoughts about her madness. He literally had nothing to say.
Sakura using his silence as a sign to carry on caught sight of a bag that he held that wasn't present before and dug straight into it.
"Oh look, there's Itachi," Mikoto spotted her eldest son a few yards ahead of them. Squinting her eyes in puzzlement as to who he was with. Curious, the three men disrupted their conversation and glanced over to where the matriarch was looking.
Upon seeing his brother, a sudden chill went through him, remembering the state of the house he had left. His brother wasn't supposed to be back yet. And what on earth was he doing with Sakura? "Hold on," he thought.
Sakura? His face scrunched into many phases of uncertainty.
Disbelieving of what he was seeing, his fears were confirmed upon hearing Naruto's loud, shrill voice. "Hey what's Sakura-Chan doing with Itachi?" Sasuke didn't even have the willpower to lash out at him for screaming in his ear. He was only interested as to why his brother was with Sakura at this time of day- night for that matter.
Cutting through his thoughts he could hear Sakura's voice. From their point of view it looked as if she was unhappy about something and was frowning, staring inside the bag Itachi was holding.
Fugaku raised his right eyebrow at the sight of his son being handled by a girl. And deep down, he felt it slightly disturbing, that he was actuallybeing handled by none other than Sakura, a girl who he had grown accustomed to within his household. But none the less, he continued observing just as shocked as the others.
However Naruto and Sasuke were certainly not planning on standing there watching the horrendous sight before them, but before they could move a step, they heard Mikoto's sweet, yet threatening words daring them to make a move if they knew what was good for them. She had dreamt about the moment Itachi would finally find a girl and no one was going to ruin it, it didn't matter who the girl was. If anything, she was over the moon that it had been Sakura. She was extremely fond of the girl.
"You brought another one? Let me see, I bet you bought the wrong one!" Sakura exclaims snatching the bag from Itachi looking inside, and frowning upon seeing what he had brought.
"You're taking this out of proportion. I do not need your help." Itachi said with annoyance present in his voice.
Trying again Itachi was going to literally in terms that even she would understand tell this girl to 'beat it' until he was interrupted not for the first time by the annoying women.
"See! You bought the wrong one! This isn't even the one you were trying to get in the first place." The pinkette whined leaning on her left foot with her left arm on top of it.
The look of annoyance was even more prevalent than ever before, but Sakura obviously was misinterpreting it.
"They didn't have any left so I had no choice" Itachi didn't even know how those words left his mouth.
"That's so cute! Their having a quarrel." Mikoto admires them with watery eyes, unaware of the three men that stood completely frozen observing the sight in front of them.
Shopping?Itachi Uchiha shopping and on top of that being bombarded by Sakura? The idea of such a thing was even more disturbing than seeing Jiraiya Harem Technique Sasuke thought. He couldn't even gain the courage to look at his father.
"My baby's shopping with his girlfriend!" The lady Uchiha gleamed with excitement clapping her hands before turning sour. "Fugaku you've never been shopping with me," she added with a hint of anger to which Fugaku growled to. He would never be able to understand the female species. And looking at the couple in front of him, he figured that perhaps Itachi didn't understand them either, like father like son.
Sasuke just wanted to disappear from the face of the earth as he imagined pictures of his mother and father hand to hand buying… buying stuff!
"Well if you waited for me you then you would have had a choice. Now come on, this won't take long." Sakura latched onto Itachi's arm with the intention of pulling him away to her home.
"This is going to be perfect for your hair. The scent of it is going to mesmerise you. You're going to be coming back begging for more. I guarantee you," She expressed with a sly grin.
Itachi was gob-smacked. He had to consider that not only was this girl his brother's teammate, but also the Hokage's apprentice. Surely, she must have some idea of her behaviour. If she didn't, he was more than happy to help her out (of course with fists), but lashing out at her with killing intent, would result in not only him, but the whole clan being in a serious amount of trouble.
Not having much of a choice he would simply have to go along with this insanity, get it over and done with and never see her again for the remainder of his life. Trying to snatch his arm back from her grasp, he was prevented as she was gripping it firmly with chakra, too caught up in her little fantasy, unaware of the curious eyes gazing upon them with awe.
Now even Mikoto was standing there with her mouth wide open. Not only in shock with how open they were acting with each other, but at the commentthat had just been made outside for open ears to hear. "Begging for more?"
Sasuke, on the other hand, was on the verge of vomiting the dinner he had just had, and he wouldn't have been surprised if Naruto did the same too. This was, unquestionably, one of the most disturbing things they had ever come across. He could make out Naruto from the corner of his eye, his hands wide in front of him in a comatose state completely unaware of his position.
Even Naruto, being the idiot that he was, knew exactly what his sister at heart was referring to, and was mentally blaming Tsunade for turning his innocent sister to a… to a…
He couldn't even bare to label her in such a manner.
"Am I dreaming? Am I under one of Shisui's disturbing gen-jutsu's again?" Sasuke mumbled to himself, trying to snap out of it, trying to find an excuse for the disturbing scene in front of him.
Moments later, Shisui flickered in front of them. A new technique he had developed whilst spying, upon the mention of his name he could be anywhere at an instant if he desired. "You called?" he joked, grinning. But he wasn't getting any response, let alone the general berating he would usually get for sneaking up on them. They were not annoyed with him? They were not shouting at him? And above all they looked pale...
"What's up with you guys?" he asked with genuine worry. Even his uncle was out of it.
But none of them could even sum up what they had just witnessed. They were beyond mortified. Their eyes never left the two shinobi that were walking away at a slow pace.
"Sakura-Chan and Itachi? No way. No!" Naruto blurted suddenly and very audibly. "This is insane! We have to help her."
"Sakura and Itachi? What are you guys talking-" Shisui turned to see what the blonde was talking about, but choked on his words as he saw the odd couple in front of him. Itachi's hands were linked with a woman's! And not just any women he noted, but Sakura-San.
His cousin hadn't told him about this, no matter how many times he had pestered him about relationships. You slick bastard, he mentally laughed. Grinning at the sight before him, his started to come up with jokes he could now use against his cousin. However, his thoughts came to a halt when he heard Sakura speaking.
"You're going to love it. Even the texture is unique. It's so soft, it makes you want to use the whole bottle in one go." The moment Shisui heard this comment he joined the group of the living dead that he was situated with. Had he just heard correctly? The horrors just kept on building on, now they were touching each other, and at this point Shisui's eyes were as wide as a source pan.
Itachi's eyes started to soften, obviously getting bored of his interaction with the pink-haired girl. But Sakura continued. "But you can't use the whole bottle at once though," she told him. Her next action made the man slightly uncomfortable and he visibly tensed. Reaching out she grabbed the thin ponytail hanging down his chest. "You're not used to it so it could cause irritation."
The group on the other side were on the verge of a nerve breakdown. It took them all a good few minutes to take in what they just heard.
Sakura and Itachi?
Sex?
Question's like when, where and howwere ringing in everyone's minds. They were two completely different people. Even Mikoto didn't know whether it was healthy that she was hearing these kinds of things about her son's sex life.
Shisui found it upon himself to disrupt the silence. "Well you know what they say." he started. "It's always the quiet ones."
A/N Okay so this completely insane idea came to me while I was indeed shopping with the boyfriend :P But you all know how wild imaginations can get. Please review to let me know what you think, I actually have tons of ideas but let me know if you guys actually like it.
Additionally I would like to thank for looking through this for me, if it wasn't for you I probably would never have gotten this out.
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