A/N: Sorry for the short chapter. (Bows) I am in the midst of studying organic chemistry for a test on Monday so I wanted to go ahead and post before I forgot. Also, I wanted to thank everyone for the wonderful reviews and excitement about the last chapter. There were almost 30 reviews last chapter? Amazing! I am in awe that so many reviewed, faved, and alerted the story. If I do not update again this weekend then I hope you enjoy. Until next weekend friends!

The What Girl?

Chapter 3: Mommy Dearest

In her mind's eye, everything worked out perfectly.

She would kill Itachi Uchiha with her own bare hands the minute she laid eyes on him.

Then after the deed was done, she would stand over the body for a full five minutes laughing her behind off. Then, before that she would do a little celebratory dance as his body began to rot.

Her plan ended with as her as a fugitive to a third world country where no one could find her.

Sure, it sounded kind of morbid to someone else but to her sounded like a solid plan or at least it was until she thought of everything she would be leaving behind.

"Damn that Uchiha." she muttered.

As she watched the interview with Itachi for the millionth time, she could feel the anger rising in her stomach until she was ready to burst.

Who in the hell did this man think he was? He used her name without her permission! Like Copyright Infringement!

She didn't want to be attached to him!

Hell, she didn't want to be attached to anyone which was why she was single in the first damned place.

"Forehead, you should really stop watching the interview now." Ino commented, as she watched the emotions filter across her best friend's face.

For a moment, she was afraid Sakura would run off screaming manically once she saw the interview. But, that didn't happen. In fact, Sakura was responding to the situation quite well, despite the circumstances.

Of course, there were a few moments after Sakura spoke to Sasuke, where she thought Sakura would run off with a gun in hand ready to kill the elder Uchiha.

Hell, if she was a betting woman then she would have bet that Sakura would kill Itachi before the end of the week.

"Shut it, Ino-Pig! I'm still angry that you didn't tell me this happened the minute you walked into my room this morning! I should pound you into dust, you overfed oinker!"

The blond cringed apologetically as she stood and walked toward the kitchen.

"Sakura, this situation is not going to go away by beating me up, even though I would like to see you try. The only person you should be beating up right now is that hot actor with the body of a God."

Sakura frowned.

"Ew, Pig, you disgust me." Sakura remarked, as she picked up the remote to turn off the television.

Although, she hated to admit it but Ino was right.

She really needed to stop watching that interview. It only reaffirmed her decision to kill Itachi whenever she got her hands on him.

"What?" Ino whined. "He is hot!"

Sakura raised her hand to her temple in frustration as she looked over at her best friend, who seemed to be looking off into the distance with a lustful gleam in her eye.

Ino was truly a pig.

"What was that, Pig? I thought you were into Shikamaru."

Ino snapped out of her gaze before her blue eyes widened in indignation.

"Yes, I am into Shika but I'm not dead! Forehead, can't you see how huge of an opportunity this is for you?"

"Ugh." Sakura muttered in disgust before walking over to the counter to take a seat.

"Just hear me out Forehead. You're a spinster, right?"

"Watch it, Pig!" Sakura growled as she shot a death glare at the blond.

Ino smirked as she placed a hand on her hip.

"What I mean is...your mother has been all over you about getting married."

"Yeah, so what?" Sakura shot back with disgust as she caught wind of Ino's plan. Surely, she wasn't suggesting...

"Your mother wants grand-babies, Sakura. You are currently attached, by name, mind you to the hottest actor on the planet. Surely, you see the merits of using this to your advantage, especially to get your nagging mother off your back."

Sakura groaned irritably as she weighed Ino's words.

Of course, she was angry about Itachi using her name to suit his own purposes but would she not be wrong for doing the same?

"Sakura, I can tell by the gleam in your beady little eyes that you are weighing my suggestion. Perhaps you should toss in the fact that you could be having insanely hot sex with Itachi every night for the rest of your life, if you play your cards right."

Silence.

"Get out."

"What?"

"Get the hell out, Pig! How can you suggest something like that when all he is doing is using me? You're worse then Sasuke!"

"Forehead, just give it some thought. You can either die a lonely old virgin with 27 cats or you can take a walk on the wild side and wrangle yourself a hot man who is not only hot to stare at but who also has the Jon Hamm presence."Ino finished with a smirk.

Sakura frowned, in confusion.

"The Jon Hamm presence? What's...that?"

A minute passed.

Crickets...

Another minute passed.

'Jon Hamm? The guy with the Twitter page about his...'

"...oh? Ohhhhh."

Ino smirked victoriously.

Sakura growled. "Get the hell out, you Pig!"

Ino held her hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay I'm sorry, Forehead!"

"You're damn right you're sorry!" Sakura howled, as unwanted images filled her brain.

Sakura sighed, she was tired of this entire situation and it had only been 24 hours.

"I want to kill him." she said softly, as she lay her head against the counter in frustration. Her bright bubblegum locks covered the counter almost in entirety as the blond took the seat next to her.

"It'll be okay, Forehead. I mean, people only know Itachi's girlfriend by name but they have never seen her."

Sakura groaned as she lifted her head from the counter only to drop it back down with a thump.

"I mean, there are probably a million Sakura Haruno's out there...who on Earth would assume it's you based off a name?"

For a moment, hope shot through her veins.

Maybe the Pig was on to something.

"Pig, I think you're right."

Ino scoffed. "Of course, I am."

I mean, after all, there were a million Sakura's out there, right?

"From my research, Mrs. Uchiha, there is only one Sakura Haruno in the entire country." the brown haired investigator, Genma, said as he made his report of his findings on Itachi's secret girlfriend.

"Are you sure?" Mikoto said, softly as she stood from her chair with elegant grace.

"I am positive. The only Sakura Haruno in the country lives in Konoha and works at Konoha Memorial as a doctor."

Mikoto clapped her hands happily.

"A doctor?"

Genma nodded. "Yes, a doctor. In fact, she is a highly recognized in the field of medicine."

The dark haired woman's smile grew as she looked down at the folder Genma had presented to her.

"Are you sure this is the most recent picture of her?" Mikoto asked suspiciously, as she looked down at the photograph of the young woman in question.

"Yes, this picture was taken this morning after your nephew visited her home?"

"Shisui?"

"Yes. But, I was under the impression that they do not get along well, though."

The dark haired woman's eyebrow rose at that piece of information. Her nephew was a known charmer. Everyone loved Shisui.

"How were you able to tell that they do not get along?" she asked curiously.

"Well." Genma began. "She spoke to him for a moment before she slammed the door in his face."

The sound of bubbly laughter echoed throughout the mansion as the thought of her nephew getting a door to the face tickled her senses.

She laughed for a full minute before the smile began to slip from her features.

"She's quite beautiful, isn't she?" she muttered as she looked down at the casual photo of Sakura shouting at Shisui.

"Indeed." Genma agreed as he pulled out his favorite senban.

"Do you think Itachi will forgive me if he finds out that I am the person behind the pictures?"

Genma stood quietly in thought before he spoke up once again.

"With all due respect Mrs. Uchiha, but shit happens. "

"Indeed, Genma." Mikoto answered quietly before looking down at the photo once again.

"What would you like me to do?"

Mikoto looked through the photographs before settling on the one picture in the pile where Sakura wasn't screaming at her nephew.

"I want you to send this to every single tabloid in the country. I want the world to know what Itachi's gorgeous girlfriend looks like."

Genma hesitated as he picked up the photo.

The image of one bright eyed, beautiful, pink haired woman stared back at him with a curious gaze.

"Are you sure about this Mrs. Uchiha? After this, Sakura will not be able to show her face in public again without being recognized."

Mikoto paused in her musings as an image of her beautiful future grand-babies filled her mind.

"Yes, Genma. I am sure. Publish the picture."

"As you wish." Genma simply stated before walking from the room.

Immediately, he reached into his pocket to pull out his phone to call the one man in the world he did not want to talk to.

"Hey, Jiraiya. Are you still the owner of "Konoha Daily?"

Genma nodded into the phone as he listened to his former teacher's answer.

"Good. Can we meet? I have a picture on my hands that I think you are going to love."

She soothed her sore, tired muscles as she stepped from the bath an hour later.

After her talk with Ino, she agreed that she was probably overreacting. Surely, there was more than one Sakura Haruno in the world right?

"Forehead, are you done?" Ino called from outside the door.

"Almost." Sakura called back as she zipped up the white sundress she had purchased a week prior.

"Come on, Forehead. I want to get to the restaurant before I explode in hunger." Ino moaned sadly.

The image of an exploding Ino filled her head as she fought back laughter.

She slid her wavy, pink locks into a ponytail at the top of her head as she dabbed a bit of mascara under her eyes.

"Okay, okay." she muttered as she stepped from the bathroom.

She did a small twirl for the blond as Ino gaped at her.

"That's what you're wearing?"

Sakura frowned as she looked down at the sundress.

"What's wrong with it?"

"Oh nothing, if you are a 50 year old nun!" she bellowed.

"A nun! Pig, I do not look like a nun! In fact, you're just jealous that I'm hotter than you."

Ino scoffed as she placed a hand upon her hip.

"You couldn't be hotter than me in your wildest dream, Forehead."

Sakura growled threateningly.

"Listen here, you oinker! This is the dress I am going to wear and if you don't like it then you can suck a d..."

The sound of her cell phone ringing on her bed caught her attention as she continued to glare at the blond.

"Aren't you going to answer it?"

"No, I'm contemplating on if I should kill you now and then hide the body."

"I'll be waiting outside after you change." Ino said haughtily, as she stepped out of the room, her heels making a loud clunk on the floor.

"Damn that Pig." she muttered as she turned to her closet.

A glimpse of black in the corner of her closet caught her attention as she reached over to pull it out.

The black pleated dress seemingly smiled at her as she rubbed her fingers along the fabric.

"This might work." she muttered as she unzipped her white sundress.

The smooth feel of fabric brushed over her skin as she looked down at the short but casual dress.

A lifetime full of memories filled her as she recalled the day she received the dress.

She had been on a trip to London with Sai when they encountered this small boutique called ShopTop.

It only took five seconds of seeing the dress to fall in love with it. Not only was it sexy in a casual way, but the dress played up her nonexistent curves. Sai had jokingly called her an ugly hag but after a multitude of punches he took back his joke.

She sighed as a stray tear slipped down her cheek.

She couldn't live in the past. She could only continue forward the way Sai wanted her to do.

She had reached under the bed for her wedge heels when her phone rang once again.

She looked down at the unknown number in thought before she brought the device to her ear.

"Hello?"

Silence filled the line before a soft, tenor voice filled her ear.

"Hello, may I please speak with Haruno Sakura?"

Confusion nagged at her as she slipped her feet into the shoe. She had just tightened the strap of the shoe when recognition hit her.

She knew this voice from somewhere, but from where?

"Yes, this is Sakura."

"I apologize for disturbing you if you were in the midst of something." the person said as Sakura eyebrows raised in confusion.

Who in heck did she know who spoke so formally?

"No, It's okay but...um..not to be rude but who is this?" she asked finally.

"Ah, I apologize for not introducing myself properly. I am Uchiha Itachi."

A moment of silence filled the line as Sakura did the one thing no woman had ever done before..

She hung up on him.

Itachi smirked as he stared down at his phone.

Truly, this Haruno Sakura was more interesting than he thought..

Ino gritted her teeth in frustration as she sat in her car waiting for Sakura.

She was so hungry that she was dying in anticipation to reach the new restaurant, Seven.

She closed her eyes to imagine the food when her phone went off blaring a text message.

She smiled as she noted that it was from Hinata.

She, Hinata, and Sakura had all been friends since high school. Eventually, TenTen joined the group during their college years when she became Hinata's roommate.

Ino wondered what the lavender, eyed heiress was up to these days.

She knew TenTen was a platinum selling artist but Hinata never talked much about her job.

Her blond eyebrow shot up in suspicion as she read the message from Hinata stating that she was sending her a picture of something she needed to see.

What in the world could Hinata be sending her that was so important?

Was Hinata pregnant?

A moment went by before her phone sprang to life once again but this time it was a picture message.

She nearly dropped her phone in shock as she saw the article as well the picture of the face she knew oh so well.

The headline "Itachi's Secret Girlfriend Finally Revealed" jumped out at her as she looked at the picture of Sakura standing in a lavender robe talking to a curly haired man.

"Oh my God." She muttered as she stared at the picture.

She continued to stare at the picture in shock as the door to Sakura's house opened and the pink haired woman stepped into the sunshine.

Panic clawed at her throat as she looked down at the picture once again, trying to decide if she needed to tell Sakura about the picture.

She was about to yell at the pink haired woman to hurry up when a flash of light caught her eye.

The silhouette of a slim, dark haired man with a camera jumped from the bushes to take pictures of the unsuspecting pink haired woman.

"Sakura!" Ino yelled, rolling down her window.

"Get in the car, now." she screamed as she pink haired woman finally noted the cameraman taking her picture.

"Look into the camera, Sakura. Let me see that pretty smile."

Confusion lit across her features as Ino's urgent words made her move faster.

She opened the door and slid into the passenger seat as the blond hit the gas in a frenzy. Her pink ponytail bounced around as the blond continued to accelerate down the street until her home was no longer in sight.

"Oh My God! What the hell was that, Pig?" Sakura screamed, as she noticed the panicked look on Ino's face.

"I'm not sure but..."

"You're not sure?" Sakura bellowed,as her face turned red in anger.

"I think that was the paparazzi, Forehead."

Silence filled the car as she blond continued to go over the speed limit.

"Why would they follow me, Pig? I thought they didn't know who I was."

Ino looked in her rear-view mirror once again.

"I thought they didn't know either but Hinata sent me this picture a minute ago that she pulled from the internet."

Sakura snatched the phone from the blond's hands as she looked at the picture that by now the world has seen.

Sakura sat in silence for a few moments as she continued to look at the passing scenery.

For a moment, sadness lingered at her features.

"My life...it won't be the same, will it?"

Ino sighed, softly.

"No, Forehead, it won't."

Sakura closed her eyes and leaned her head back against the headrest as a million thoughts filled her mind.

The most prominent of the thoughts was just how smooth Itachi's voice sounded over the phone.

And how she ached to kill him once she got her fingers around his throat.

The black, elegant Maybach 57 S slid through the middle class neighborhood as one dark haired, slate eyed man gazed out of the window. He could feel the anticipation in his veins as the sound of her voice rang through her mind.

He chuckled softly as he thought of dead air as she hung up on him.

For the first time in a long time, he was mildly intrigued about the person he was dealing with.

He looked down at the white gardenias in his lap as he watched the passing scenery.

'Would she answer the door once she found out he was visiting her home or would she throw the hissy fit Sasuke claimed she would.'

It had took some wrangling on his part, but he had finally secured information on Sakura's favorite flower from his foolish little brother. Sasuke had been surprised by his call but he so graciously(after his fit) gave up the inside information on Sakura's favorite flower and foods.

Sasuke's only condition was for him to treat his best friend well and to not hurt her.

He didn't have the heart to tell Sasuke that this had been a huge misunderstanding so he agreed not to hurt Sakura if he could avoid it.

The sleek automobile slid to a stop he looked out the window to notice the small, cream modern house surrounded by flowers. He smiled as he noted the small garden and the clean cut grass.

Was that a Sakura tree behind her house?

He opened the door slowly and nodded to his driver.

The man stepped aside as he grabbed the flowers with his free hand.

"I wish you luck, Itachi." His driver said softly.

Itachi nodded to the man again as he walked up the concrete path leading to the front door.

He pushed the small door bell in anticipation as he began to rethink this entire plan.

'Would she kill him for showing at her home unannounced?'

He stood at the door a full minute as minute disappointment settled in his veins.

'Was she really that angry to the point where she could not open the front door?'

The sound of his phone ringing cut him from his thoughts as he looked down at the screen.

'Shisui?'

"Yes?" he answered in a calm voice as he finally picked up the phone.

"Itachi, where are you?"

Itachi looked back at the small house once again before stepping off the small step.

"I am at Haruno Sakura's home and she is not available."

He could hear Shisui groan over the line.

"Of course, she's not there Itachi!"

"Hn?"

"Look, you need to leave Sakura's house right now!" Shisui yelled into his ear as he fought down minor confusion.

'Was it not Shisui's idea to talk to Sakura in the first place?'

"If I can recall this was your idea in the first place." he commented.

"What I mean is, there are pictures of Sakura all over the internet! Someone must have found out who she was, Itachi!" Shisui finished urgently.

"How?"

"I don't know." Shisui began. "The most recent picture I saw was from an hour ago where she was running from the paparazzi."

Itachi blinked.

"This is unacceptable."

"Damn right!" Shisui barked.

"Where is she now?" Itachi asked irritably.

"I don't know. There was a picture posted of her leaving her house and jumping in the car with this pretty blond."

"Hn."

"We need to find her...because if the paparazzi gets to her first, we are screwed."

For the first time in a long time, Itachi agreed with the words coming out of his cousin's mouth.

"I will call Sasuke. He is bound to know where she is."

"That's a good idea." Shisui remarked with a smile.

"Send me a copy of the picture of Sakura floating around at the moment. I do not want to be caught unaware if I happen to come across her."

Shisui smirked even though his cousin couldn't see his face.

"Of course, Itachi-chan."

Silence filled the line.

"Do not call me that." Itachi remarked before hanging up the phone.

He turned on his heel and began to make his way back to shiny vehicle, completely unaware the flashes taking pictures of every single step.

A/N: Poor Sakura. Her world has just been turned upside down and it's only the beginning.