Hellooooooo! This is the first of the two chapter stories I will be releasing while on hiatus for Untitled. Welcome to the first chapter of You're Doing It Wrong! In which Itachi needs to learn how to live life and Sakura is unlike anytone he has ever met.

For those of you waiting on the Bring Your Pet to Work Day final chapter, you'll have to keep waiting. Sorry but I haven't even started writing it yet :)- Hopefully it won't take to long to write out, I already have most of it planned out so it should be out by next weekend.

I wanted to get this out and started though before winter break ends because it's been sitting in my little document management box for nearly two months and I was so excited about it. Hehe I'm releasing it earlier than I anticipated so I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: Kishimoto should thank God that I don't own Naruto. However, Saya is mine

Edit 4/28/17: I came back to clean this up and start rewriting it. I realized even my Sasuke and Hana were way too mature for their age despite my previous attempts to keep them young. However, I've gained experience from helping to raise my own young cousin that hopefully allowed me to portray a couple of cute little toddlers better. I also cleaned up Sakura and Itachi a little. While they're both exceptionally mature for their age I wanted there to be an underscore of a still developing mind. Itachi's automatic wanting for the placating of his mother, his anxiety over the thought of disappointing someone… Sakura's speech is not as refined as before, leaving room for growth and improvement. I toned Saya down to show some more maternal love towards Sakura instead of only exasperation. Anyways I hope you all enjoy. There's no real pattern to how I'm going about all of this, I'm just rediscovering my love of writing and I hope you all continue to bear with me patiently as you have done in the past. Thank you!

A little boy with long black hair, neatly tied away from his face, carefully placed delicate china plates on their respective place mats. Obsidian eyes slowly traced the intricate, winding patterns that laced the plates, taking a moment to appreciate the tasteful décor. With each plate, matching stark white cloth napkins were laid next to them. Silver forks, knives, and spoons found their homes in the confinements of each napkin. Everything was perfectly centered; the perfectionist nature of the boy wouldn't allow anything less. He pushed the centerpiece of the table oh so slightly to the right and was left pleased with himself. He wondered if he had time to bring his doting mother over to examine his handiwork.

"Itachi, go change. The guests will be here soon." A stern voice spoke up.

The six-year-old nodded and silently excused himself to his room. On the way, he passed Sasuke. The two-and-a-half-year-old was happily drooling on a teething ring while he fiddled with one of the straps on his overalls. Itachi paused next to his younger brother and crouched down. Sasuke looked up and gurgled with delight.

"Pway Ita-nii?" Itachi sighed and shook his head, wondering why his brother didn't understand that he didn't have time for childish things, he was nearly seven after all.

"Sasuke go see if Okaa-san needs your assistance."

Sasuke pouted, only understanding the words "go" and "okaa-san". "Pway with me?" He repeated anxiously.

"Our guests are supposed to have children close to your age. If you are polite when they arrive, maybe they will play with you." Sasuke's onyx eyes lit up in interest upon the mention of playing and other kids and he toddled down the hall to where his mother was surely waiting. With his brother now gone, Itachi continued on to his room. He emerged only a few minutes later, wearing a dark crimson button up shirt, black dress pants, a black belt to hold the pants on his thin frame, and black dress shoes. He made his way to the entry-way, determined to be punctual. His mother cooed when she saw him.

"Itachi-kun you look very handsome!" The Uchiha matriarch was wearing a long midnight blue dress that modestly showcased her lovely frame. The deep blue brought out the color in her eyes and gave them a mischievous sparkle. Black heels adorned her feet and her hair was twisted in a simple array of braids and curls, she looked very pretty in Itachi's opinion. Then again there wasn't anyone prettier than his mother. His father simply nodded at him, wearing attire similar to his own but instead of crimson, he wore dark blue with a black suit jacket over it. Sasuke hopped in excitement.

"Pway mama?" Mikoto giggled while Fugaku gave him a stern look that halted his actions.

"Sasuke this is a very important formal dinner that will decide the future of our company. If you wish to set a good example like your brother, you will behave and stop these foolish antics." Sasuke's lower lip trembled at his father's stern tone. Before any tears could fall, Mikoto scooped up her son and soothingly smiled at him.

"We can play when the other kids get here okay Sasu-chan?" Sasuke smiled at his mother and lifted a pudgy hand to pat her face. Mikoto laughed at her child's endearing behavior. All of the Uchihas glanced over at the door as the doorbell rang. Nodding at his wife, Fugaku motioned for her to get the door. Setting Sasuke down beside Itachi, Mikoto adjusted her dress and smoothed her hair before answering the door. The door swung open and she greeted her guests with a dazzling smile.

"Haruno-san! It is a pleasure to see you again! Please come in!" The man at the door gave a bow before entering.

"The pleasure is all mine Uchiha-san. Please call me Daichi." He spoke cheerfully and warmly.

Mikoto returned his cheerful nature. "Of course, Daichi-san, you may call me Mikoto as well."

As Daichi Haruno moved further into the house to greet Fugaku, Mikoto greeted the woman standing in the doorway. She had long silver hair down to the lower part of her back and bright, nearly lime, green eyes. Her slim figure was hugged by a knee length emerald dress, feet covered by black, kitten heeled flats. A complicated knot pulled her hair away from her face, softly framing the angles of her face. She smiled upon seeing Mikoto.

"Mikoto-san, it is a pleasure to meet you! My name is Saya. My my, you are certainly a stunning woman! Daichi never tells me anything so I was afraid we were having dinner with one of those old couples! I'm so glad to see I was wrong." Mikoto blinked at the woman's blunt and energetic statement then giggled happily.

"It's so nice to meet you Saya-san! You are the first to say that tonight. I swear Fugaku has the attention span of a fly! I get all dressed up and he doesn't even notice! I might as well have worn a trash-bag tonight!" she announced with a childish pout. Saya scoffed playfully.

"Men." Mikoto nodded in agreement before she spotted a small, chubby hand clutching Saya's leg. She crouched down to better examine the child.

"And who is this?" She inquired warmly. Saya looked surprised for a moment before she grinned brightly and pulled the hand out from behind her. A little girl was revealed, she had short, light brown hair and blue eyes. From her father's side Mikoto guessed for there was none of the exotic colors present that her mother possessed, but the shape of the girls face and her nose looked exactly like Saya's. The toddler was in a pale blue dress that fell to her knees with baby blue trimmings on the collar and sleeves. Small white sandals adorned her tiny feet.

"This is my little angel Hana! Say hello dear!" The little girl moved her hand shyly, trying to hide behind her mother's leg.

"Hi." She squeaked. Her mother squeezed her shoulder in comfort.

"She's a shy little thing but she's as cute as a button. She's nearly two and a half!" Mikoto brightened.

"That's the same age as my Sasuke!" Looking over her shoulder she called for her sons.

"Itachi-kun, Sasuke-chan! Come here please!" Sasuke bounced from the living room, which the men had retreated to, while Itachi bowed politely and walked slowly to the entryway.

"Sasuke-chan this is Haruno Hana! Would you like to play with her?" Sasuke jumped happily.

"Pway!" Hana blushed at Sasuke's loud, excited tone but nonetheless waddled over to better examine the excited toddler. Mikoto glanced over at Itachi apologetically.

"Sorry Itachi, it looks like you may have to babysit these two." Itachi nodded his head respectfully, but internally slumped over a bit in disappointment.

Saya tilted her head to the side. "Two?" Suddenly she gasped.

"Oh Kami-sama! Where has that little scamp gotten off to now?" Mikoto was most certainly confused after that outburst. She opened her mouth to ask who on earth Saya could be referring to but the woman was too busy looking around and grumbling to herself.

"Wait 'till I get my hands on that crazy kid... Teach her not to run off and worry me sick..." Hana looked at Mikoto, feeling bad for the poor hostess she murmured the answer in her shy little voice.

"Onee-san." She tried to explain, having seen this scene play out a few times before.

"Onee-san? You have an older sister?" Mikoto wondered. Before anything could be further elaborated, a triumphant "AHA!" reached their ears. Mikoto, Hana, Sasuke, and Itachi walked outside to see Saya with her hands on her hips, looking down at something she was blocking.

"Saya-san?" Mikoto asked, internally hoping that her new friend wasn't crazy. Saya turned and smiled sheepishly.

"Eh-heh, sorry, little devil got away from me for a second." There was a muffled reply only Saya could hear. She scowled.

"I'll stop calling you the devil's child when you stop running off without my permission and getting into trouble." Smiling sheepishly once more she took a step to the side and revealed the girl behind her back.

"This is Sakura-chan, my oldest. She's three."

"Three and three-fourths Okaa-san please get it right." The girl sniffed.

"Whatever you little midget." Saya grumbled. Her daughter simply stuck her tongue out at her.

Itachi stared at the girl before him as if in a trance, not that anyone else would notice but it was most unusual for him to stare like this. She had slightly wavy, pink hair the shade of cherry blossoms. It curled in the most endearing way at the tips and rested just above her waist. He certainly understood why she was called Sakura. Her green eyes sparkled in an unnatural way, it was as if millions of tiny emeralds had been used to color her irises. Strawberry red lips, most likely chapped from the cold December winds that had mercilessly chapped the lips of many others, pulled upwards into a polite smile. She wore a long pale green dress with lace trimmings around the sleeves that almost resembled the styling of kimono sleeves. A peculiar outfit, but not as strange as some other things Itachi had seen around the bustling city they lived in. He chanced another curious glance at the girl's face, she was very pretty.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mikoto-san. Thank you for inviting us to your home." She bowed respectfully to Mikoto. Her voice carried the slight hesitation of a child still learning to speak but there was a confidence that seemed to allow her to accurately speak her mind. Large green orbs moved over to where Itachi, Sasuke, and Hana stood. She walked over to introduce herself while Saya chuckled.

"Ah, Sakura-chan is a bit, different than the other children her age." She murmured to the other woman as she walked inside with Mikoto.

Itachi found that to be the understatement of the year based on the girl's odd outfit, oddly colored hair, and her formal style of speaking. Then again who was he to talk? He was different as well. Considered an outcast by others because of his prodigal skills, he really had no place to critique this girl. Sakura stopped in front of the other children.

"It is nice to meet you." She greeted pleasantly.

Sasuke looked confused. "Pway?" Sakura tilted her head to the side, pink hair gliding over her shoulders as she did so.

"Maybe later." She replied, nonchalant.

Hana bobbed her small head, her shy persona forgotten. "Pway!" she chirped. Sasuke happily complied and the two waddled into the house.

Soon enough Itachi and Sakura were the only ones left on the porch. Sakura moved forward until she was standing right in front of Itachi. She seemed to appraise him, looking over every inch of his body with attention a normal three-year-old wouldn't have. It was interesting, there was a lot more to her than one would expect and the thought was appealing to Itachi. For once he may be able to interact with someone normally. Itachi remained seemingly indifferent to her observation and matched her gaze with his own inquisitive one. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the girl stopped scanning him, frowning as if she had found something that mildly upset her.

"You're doing it wrong." She stated, her voice picking up a more childish, soprano like lit compared to her low, formal tone used moments earlier. Itachi blinked.

"Pardon?" What could he have done to upset her after only knowing her for such a short time. The thought made him anxious, he never displeased people.

"You're. Doing. It. Wrong." She stressed each word, pouting as she did so. Itachi glared.

"What exactly am I doing wrong?"

"It.

"And what is this 'it'?" She seemed happy to hear his question, it was like he was a student asking the question the teacher had been waiting all day to hear.

"You're being a child wrong." Itachi frowned at her statement. There was a wrong and right way to do this? Surely not, he was a prodigy! A master of everything thrown at him. Had he finally done something incorrectly in his life? Where did he go wrong? The perfectionist in him twitched in agitation, his anxiety ready to peak. Sakura seemed to sense he was mildly upset.

"Mister Prodigy is worried that he messed up really, really badly." She teased while giggling. Her laugh was light and airy and filled with child-like innocence, the polar opposite of how she acted moments ago. He frowned at her. Sakura suddenly stopped laughing and fixed him with an unreadable look.

"I can teach you Itachi-san."

She smiled brightly. "I can teach you to see how you're supposed to see and live like you're supposed to live." He raised a brow.

"Really now?" She nodded.

"However, I require one thing."

Curiosity peaked, he agreed. "What do you require?"

"You have to be my friend. Forever and ever. No take backs. Okay Itachi-kun?" Her doe like eyes shimmered with hopefulness and slight desperation. It looked oddly out of character for the girl, even though he had just met her. He was surprised at her request but didn't question it, replying without missing a beat.

"Okay."

She beamed. "Great! I can't wait to start Itachi-kun!"

And here's the end to the first chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed! Okay in order for me to post the next chapter, I want 10 reviews! If not, heh heh, say good-bye to your precious chapter 2. mwahahahaha!

Clarification of ages:

Itachi is 6 and will be 7 in June, the month the story takes place in now is December.

Sakura is 3 and will be 4 in March, hence her saying she was 3 and 3/4.

Sasuke is 2 and will be 3 in July.

Hana is 2 and will be 3 in August.

Any questions? No? Good this authors note is long enough already.

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