Disclaimer, I do not own Naruto in any way or form... I don't own the other stuff that doesn't seem like mine either... Such as Tobi's mask and all that jazz, but I'll leave you guys to decide what's mine and what's not.

It was an order.

I suppose that was my only reassurance at the current moment.

Did Shishou even know how much this was putting me through?! I watched him as I unbolted the heavy gate and walked to where he was planted.

He sat there, smugly drinking his tea – which, might I add, came from god knows where – in the shade of the trees. He was in exactly the same spot as our last encounter here. He wanted to provoke the memory and see me flushed.

But no, I kicked the thought into the back of my mind for possible scrutiny in the near future. Not here; not now. I was calm Sakura, I was boss ass bitch Sakura.

I watched him with narrow eyes as he finished the remainder of his tea with a sigh. It didn't look like he was in any hurry to get off his lazy ass.

He looked up at me with eyes that almost smirked with malicious intent. But I met his eyes with a fierce look and he looked slightly taken aback, but appeared to quirk an eyebrow at my boldness.

He stood up, and without words, disappeared. That is when night became day.

When did he catch me in a Genjutsu?

"Your Sharingan wasn't even activated... How did you...?" As I said this, I was silenced by what felt like a stab to the side with what seemed to be a long, sharp Katana. I released a cry out at the sharp pain, Jesus fucking Christ. He was an asshole, and I knew he could go for another 72 freaking hours of pretend stabbing.

"Remember to always be prepared for combat. Keep your eyes on your opponent at all times." I felt the same pain again, but couldn't even open my eyes as I clenched my teeth with the pain.

"Bas-" I was interrupted yet again by the stabbing pain.

"I can keep this going for 72 hours. A second has not even passed in the real world, yet you've been stabbed," He paused for a moment, and the pain in both my sides was released and I let out a sigh. Seconds later, the two Katana were replaced and I couldn't help but crying out in despair. "Four times. You know who else can do this?" He asked me as I felt three more wounds being created.

I dropped to my knees with the release of the technique, panting and gasping for breath. It felt so... so... real...

Itachi leaned close to me, and closed in on my ear, before whispering, "Madara," in a voice that sounded husky beyond belief. No matter what physical or mental state I was in, he still managed to affect me with his sex appeal. He pulled back and stood straight again and appeared to be in deep thought. It was scary, the thought of Madara. But Itachi just made it sound sexy. What even?

"No one has ever broken the Tsukuyomi to this day. Getting caught in it – especially when Madara is the user – means certain death. So we have to make sure you don't get caught in it, understand?" I nodded at him, before standing, regaining my composure.

"Tsunade-sama tells me you had a knack for dispelling Genjutsu?" I nodded in agreement. "Forget about it when you go up against Madara. He doesn't like strugglers. Your life will end quicker." I swallowed at my drying throat. I remembered the battle with Madara and the masked man like yesterday. It was forever burned into me. It was probably the scariest thing I had ever witnessed, let alone being a part of.

"You can already perform the Doroku Gaeshi by other means than Ninjutsu, correct? Actually..." He sighed, sounding slightly, could I say annoyed? "Forget about Ninjutsu... Your Taijutsu is weak and slow. We shall work on that."

He didn't react at my slightly offended glare. Taijutsu was my strong point!

"Take up your fighting stance." So I did it, only to be met by a scrutinizing look from the raven-haired man. A pink glow found its way to my cheeks as he circled around me.

"Weak." He said, applying pressure onto the back of my behind leg. As he made this action, I couldn't help but keeling forward. He offered me a hand to stand up and I took it, trying to suppress the embarrassment at the contact. "Instead of letting it curve, lock it in place." He told me, pointing to my back leg. I took up the new fighting stance and he nodded in approval.

He himself just stood there, and let his arms drop to his sides from where they had been resting when he was cross armed and official looking.

"I will not use offensive techniques that use chakra." He told me and I became slightly confused. He couldn't mean...? No way, he would destroy me!

"Haijime!" He called out, and as I blinked, he was gone from my line of vision. I quickly spun around, barely blocking the anticipated attack from behind. After I had skidded backwards a couple of meters and regained my balance, he was gone from my line of vision once again. This time, I earned a kicked to the ribs half way through my spin.

Even though his figure could be considered almost lithe for a male of his calibre, that kick had just broken three of my ribs.

Uchiha Itachi was not someone to be taken lightly. And I was now sore, not even 3 second into this "fight". I was, in reality, me getting my ass handed to me.

My Medic side started to kick in already and I began to heal the broken ribs as I stood. If this was a real fight, he would not have spared the time he was giving me, and I would have been dead.

I wiped the trail of blood that rolled out of my mouth instinctively as he began to run with an almost inhuman speed. I knew for a fact that this was not his full speed then, for I could still register and see him.

At that moment, where I thought the attack from the front would come in, flew in at the side. I ducked at the right moment otherwise he would have deemed me unconscious. Taking my position as my advantage, I attempted a sweep, but of course, as I predicted, missed. Continuing my leg on round so that I was almost in a push up position, I waiting until he landed onto the ground before smacking it with my fist.

As he was about to fall into the crater that I created, I reached out and pulled his face into my fist, also bringing his face down onto my knee before kicking him away, knowing that if I stayed within his distance, he would have quickly turned the situation around.

Just as I looked to do examine my handiwork, of what I expected to be a bloodied, wheezing and barely standing Uchiha, I was met with his figure dispersing into crows. I could have sighed, and it wasn't defeatist, in fact that would have been the optimistic reaction.

"Did you know, Sakura," I heard his mimicking voice all around me, as if he was nowhere, yet everywhere, "A group of crows is called a murder."

I clenched my teeth as the metal of a kunai appeared at my throat. His other hands had already captured both of my hands and they were riding up my shoulder blades with pain.

It was about two and a half minutes into our little spar and already I was dead twice. Plus, if he was able to use Genjutsu or Ninjutsu, I estimated that I'd be dead at least a dozen or more times.

He let my hands slide down to the low of my back, but kept his grip firm. He was clutching my hands in such a way that it was actually his hands that were planted on the fabric just above my lower cheeks.

His grip was calloused but brought a burning sensation to my cheeks nonetheless.

He let go after a few minutes of what seemed like contemplation. His grip, for me anyway, had caused things to be awkward – not to mention the Kunai pressed against my throat.

He walked into the shade of the trees to collect his cup, and although I could not see his face, as his back was facing me, I watched the cup crack and shatter under his grasp and the clenching of his other fist. I didn't understand – what in the world was he doing? He let the other hand drop to his side as droplets of blood began spilling out of his palm, as he also clenched it.

Was he angry?

I was about to take a step forward in order to heal it, but he turned and I saw a smirk playing on his face. What in the world, man?

"Next time, I won't go easy." He told me quite sternly, before proceeding to walk off with his ego and swagger.

Teme.

Sexy Teme. I corrected myself.

"I have brought you all here to inform you about a mission you will all be partaking in." I could hardly call Tsunade ignorant. She was anything but.

But, being Godaime Hokage and all that you'd think she had more common sense.
But no; Not her.

I was sandwiched in between Sasuke and Naruto, with Itachi standing off to the side slyly. I could tell by the look on Sasuke's face that there was grimace evident on my own. It was a pitiful look and I wondered just how ungraceful my facial expression was at that moment.
Probably screwed up in a ball if my face told what I was thinking.

"The mission should take thirteen days exactly. You will be travelling to Sand. The journey is three days. Once you arrive there, the Kazekage has requested your assistance, Sakura, for the week you will be staying. It fits in nicely, considering after those 13 days, you will be escorting his select candidates to an undisclosed location." She didn't need to explain any more. However I couldn't believe it. It felt like it was too soon. I had only been training under Itachi for less than 3 weeks, and now I had under 2 to fully prepare. Admitting it to myself was hard, as I'm sure it was for everyone else, but if we were going to die, it would be then.

"He has requested you, Sakura, as there is a sort of epidemic in the village. The Shinobi here are only able to access about forty percent of their Chakra. I need you to find a cure." Tsunade turned to look at the remaining three boys, head shifting positions three times, before she continued speaking. "You three are there to look pretty. Don't screw this up. Naruto, that means act official. No friendly hugs." Naruto pursed his lips at this, his eyes going narrow.

"Sasuke, that means you and Gaara are not to begin your all too frequent verbal arguments." At this, Sasuke tried a smiling agreement face that turned out more like the face he pulled after eating lemons. Little sour bake.

"Itachi... well, don't be so reserved. Speak to people. This is more of a social visit than anything. You know, nation helping nation?" Itachi simply nodded, not pulling any of the ridiculous faces that the two people on either side of me made.

"Am I understood?" She asked us, seriousness lacquering her tone of word.

"Hai, Tsunade-sama." I listened out as all our voices moulded in unison.

"Now go get your stuff. You're leaving in two hours. On the dot." She added, glancing to Naruto. She shooed us away with the motion of her hand.

We all walked and Itachi opened the door – as he was closest – and held it open so the three of us could all walk out. As soon as the click of the door was heard, Naruto's boisterous voice began to chime.

"So Sakura-chan, Sasuke-teme, I was thinking we could go to Ichiraku's as a little get together, you know, since we'll be gone a while. And also, don't you think...-"

I couldn't say I was deaf to Naruto's annoying spirit. I just had... selective hearing.

Currently the words coming out of his mouth didn't make it to my ears as I glanced behind me, finding Itachi not there. I paused and turned my head around the corner we had previously met.

He wasn't there. Although he probably teleported, I did want to see his face.

"-Sakura~?" Naruto whined in my ear. I turned my head to meet his and Sasuke's almost puzzled expressions. "Are you okay?"

"Uh – yeah, fine. I'll catch up with you guys later, 'kay?" I replied cheerfully, albeit awkwardly, before walking speedily in the other direction. I couldn't seem to get it out of my head… I would be in the presence of Madara Uchiha soon, very soon. However, I tried my best to think about the mission at hand, albeit unsuccessfully.

There was really no point. There was only one way out of the Hokage tower, but two flights of stairs down.

I stood around the corner, out of their view, hoping to gain some distance. In all honesty, I didn't want an Ichiraku right now.

My plan seemed to be in good action, as their footsteps became more distance by the second, until I was left in silence.

"So, you're not going to Ichiraku?" That deep, soothing voice smacked me, breaking the silence, and making my shit myself with his sudden appearance. A breath was caught in my throat with the surprise and I proceeded to look stupid and half choke.

I replied with a simple no after regaining composure. And breath.

"And why ever not?" I ground my teeth several times, resisting the urge to smack him upside the head for being so goddamn sexy. I could picture him chewing on a pair of glasses innocently with all his properness.

"I'll most likely be late. It will probably take me a while to pack all my medicinal supplies..." I gave him a definite answer, which could not be questioned as a lie.

"Would you allow me to help?" He asked ever so sweetly.

"But you... need to pack yourself." I told him, hoping he wouldn't persist. What a strange request from him.

"I was foretold. I have everything packed. And if I go home I will have to…" He began speaking about clan mumbo-jumbo, and honestly I didn't listen as I was extremely taken aback by him actually speaking in long sentences and not dry one liners. I suppose, in the few weeks he had been training me, we had gotten closer and he had opened up slightly, not being completely stoic and cold around me. I thought about his offer then for a moment. It was completely a lie that it would take me forever to pack, and I didn't see why I shouldn't have passed up on the opportunity.

We walked back to my apartment in a relative silence. Once reaching my front door, I fumbled to get the keys in. I heard a click and opened it. I couldn't stop the blush that found its way to my features.

"P-please, excuse the mess." I led him past the messiness of my entire house into my office-study-thing. I pulled a travelling bag out of a large cupboard. It was a bag I commonly used for missions that was large enough to hold the required medical tools and my mission clothes or any other essentials I would need.

"Everything in that far right drawer needs to be in that bag. Please." I told him while busying myself with gathering vials of antidotes I could make my base on.

"Haruno-san." I was so engrossed in selecting the correct materials that I barely heard his voice.

"Yes? Uchiha-san." I added slight emphasis on the name, finding it strange that he would use such formalities.

"I want you to be safe." I turned to look at him, slightly puzzled as to what he might mean. His face looked serious and compassionate. And I dropped the teasing nature of the latter statement made by yours truly. He himself had been training me, he knew what I was capable of… was he trying to tell me that I couldn't face Madara?

"Itachi...?" I asked.

"I just want you to know: do not let your heart wander." He sounded so sincere that he almost spoke venerably. Wait what?

"What are you saying...?" I once again questioned.

"I just thought I'd warn you..." He trailed off, looking into my eyes.

"Y-yes?" I breathed deep, almost exited, almost nervous for what he would say.

"Warn you about... Kankuro's womanizing."

Oh... Die.

I found it peculiar that Itachi would even offer to help. Not that he was unkind. No – anything but. Just, his closeness was flattering as he helped me pack my bag.

"I'm going to pack clothes. You can wait here, or whatever." I shrugged him off and began walking with the bag on one-shoulder, before stopping in the doorway.

"Didn't Tsunade say to bring formal-wear?" I asked, although partly to myself.

"She did." As he said that I sighed. I would have to go through the complicated process of folding one of my Kimonos.

I continued walking after hearing his reply and half-verbally expressing my annoyance with it.

I never had been good at Kimono folding. Or in fact, anything that screamed, "Proper young lady". Tea ceremonies, flower arrangement, Kabuki dance, or even the "art" of conversation.

I was so disgraceful at all of them; my mother gave up and let me continue with my Shinobi studies.

I was throwing random items of clothing into my bag, when I realised that is all I would need for my week stay.

I sighed once again while opening my cupboard in which my Kimonos stood on their stands.

"Itachi... Could you come and help me a second, please?" I decided to go for the pride damaging, awkward option. It also caused me some embarrassment, because I couldn't even fold one of my own Kimonos.

I really needed to learn to think before speaking.

"Did you call for me?" He asked, his head popping in the door moments later.

"Hai... could you help me folding one of these Kimonos?"

He walked in after I said that, observing my small collection of three.

After a moment of his scrutiny, he pointed at one of the three. "That one. It isn't too formal, yet isn't casual. We don't know exactly how to dress. So yes. That one." I could have laughed at his fashion advice.

It was a very pale pink one, with red insides on the arms. It had discreet white patterns, that reminded me of rivers flowing, all over it. Also, if one were to look closely, you could pick out small, red flowers that looked like dots that blended in with the pink of it from far away.

He began to remove it from its stand as I stood there like a fool in silence. He laid it out onto the floor and began folding in such a way that is must have been beat into him as the Heir to the Uchiha clan.

In a matter of moments he was done folding it and I took it from his outstretched palms and placed it on the top of all the clothes in my bag.

"Do you have a white Obi, Sakura?" He asked and I pointed directly to the extremely high self above where my Kimono stood. You could just see the white of the fabric poking out from the edge of the shelf.

"Since when are you a fashion expert?" I asked as he let out a small chuckle and began to stretch for the material. Woah, that was weird. It was one of the select times I had actually heard the Uchiha verbalise his happiness. His hand clasped the obi and it came down along with a box.

Falling. For my head.

Just as I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, Itachi grabbed the falling object.

As I peeked out from behind clenched eyes, I realised just what box it was. The box with the hairpiece.

OH SHIT.

"What's this?" He asked, while peering inside the box.

As I looked at his face, I was genuinely shocked to see him nonchalant. As if he actually had no idea what was in it.

He took it out and examined it. But as I look at his gazing face, I swore that I saw a flicker of amusement in his dark eyes, breaking the façade of his questioning face.

His fingers skimmed over the pink of the buds, and he smiled.

"Beautiful." He said, looking directly into my eyes.

"And you should take this." He told me, looking down at his own hands manoeuvring the box open to put the hairpiece inside.

A thought struck me at that moment, "And"? Was he even talking about the hairpiece when he said, "Beautiful"?

Itachi was, undoubtedly, the master of mind games. But I forced myself to read no further into it.

I picked up the fallen Obi from the ground and began smoothing the folded fabric out. I then proceeded to place it in the bag, and take the box from Itachi, also placing it in the bag. I closed it and motioned for him to follow me.

When we reached my messy living room he was walking in front of me, and lifted what I assumed was his bag, from one of the chairs. I had no idea how that got there…

I didn't know what to think, I wanted to scream at him, tell him to be direct.

But I couldn't bring myself to say anything.

I knew that he was trying to be the mysterious Uchiha heir he was made out to be, but I had always hated surprises and didn't want to do anything to advance our relationship as awkward acquaintances.

"We should walk to the gates, Haruno-san." Back with the Haruno thing?!

"Hai, Uchiha-san." I would feel rude, so I replied with a half-hearted suffix.

We proceeded to walk out and I locked my door before we began our short walk to the gates in an uncomfortable silence.

As we approached, Naruto began waving and calling my name, like the stereotypical him.

"Sakura-chan, you're here!"

"Konbanwa." I said as he reached the gates.

"Everyone's here, then?" Itachi questioned rhetorically. "If we are ambushed on the way there, Naruto and I shall fight. Sasuke and Sakura stay back, and be prepared for an attack."

I couldn't quite tell if he was genuinely following the rule of, "The Medic does not die. Period." Or if he was worried about me getting hurt. But that was overthinking me.

"Am I understood?" We all nodded. "Then move out!"

After we had been running for at least – what felt like – two hours, I began to notice the considerable difference in stamina between me and everyone. I was always at least several feet behind.

It was either my stamina that made it hard for me to dodge and weave through the trees, or the thing at the back of my mind.

Itachi Uchiha called me beautiful.

I suppose that, in any ethnical term of the world, Itachi Uchiha could be called one thing:

A Player.

The only strange thing about this almost brilliant concept was that he had never been in a relationship. He was the most flirtatious man ever, with strange mood swings; but that was just it. He wasn't "flirtatious" with any other living soul.

This could be made apparent by example A. Itachi kept sending me coy smiles, and as a result, Naruto and Sasuke sent Itachi and I strange looks.

It wasn't uncommon for every female to just want him. But never, would Itachi ever, ever flirt back.

It gave me a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach; I suppose making me feel special. But then the awkward, cold sweat came at the fact that my best friends were there. And one of them was his brother. Wasn't he supposed to be a discreet master of shadow-y-ness?

I began to notice it was getting dark. Like extremely, I-can't-see-without-the-use-of-chakra dark. I looked around at the boys and none of them seemed to be phased in the slightest. Two Sharingan users and the Kyuubi jinchuuriki. And then plain old Sakura.

I knew for a fact they would keep going all night, so I proposed that we set up camp, breaking the awkward silence, but they agreed that it was getting late.

We ran for another five minutes or so, before we came to a small piece of land, which trees sort of didn't inhabit.

I hastily laid my bag onto the ground, before I groaned internally when it dawned that I hadn't packed a blanket. I intended to open my bag to take out the toiletries I had packed while Itachi wasn't looking. This bag of toiletries did include underwear...

I unzipped the large bag and at the top of the pile, there was a sleeping bag placed neatly on top of everything. I looked over at Itachi out of the corner of my eye, he seemed to be busily lighting a fire in the middle of our formed circle. As I turned my head away to remove the sleeping bag from its place, I swear Itachi looked up and winked. I didn't look at him again, because it didn't need any evidence, and I wasn't sure I wanted any.

The bottom of the sleeping bag was easily identified by an almost rubbery material, which I was guessing was for water proofing. The two boys and I seemed to lay out our bags almost in unison.

I then took a few premade sandwiches from my bag and walked over to Sasuke, I handed him a sandwich and smiled at him, and he gave me a strange look. As I handed Naruto the sandwich I had prepared with his favourite filling, he gave me an almost forced smile. As I approached Itachi, I glanced behind me and gave them a wary look as they looked like they were telepathically communicating with the intense stares they were giving each other. I handed Itachi his, as he stoked the fire.

"Thank you," he eyed the sandwich before continuing, "Katsusand?" He questioned.

"I wasn't sure what you liked..." I trailed off, feeling awkward that he was coming across as ungrateful. What I really wanted you say was, "Bitch, if you don't like it, starve." But I couldn't. That was something I would have said to Naruto or Sasuke, but never to the elder male.

"I love Katsusand." He replied, and I almost sighed. These were the times I was grateful for being reserved. I nodded politely before the boys walked over. As soon as this happened, a professional aura once again filled the air.

"We only need three intervals of guarding. Meaning one person will get rest for tonight." I listened with intent, and watched the two boys glance at each other, before a moment of silence filled the atmosphere.

"I'll take the first shift." I proposed, and before I was even done saying the word "shift", Sasuke's voice and Naruto's overlapped mine.

"I'll take second!"
"I'll take third!" They both shouted in unison, as if it had been previously planned. I gave them a strange look before Itachi began speaking.

"Sakura does not have as much stamina as the rest of us. Plus she is our medic. It is wise that she gets the most sleep out of all of us, and I, the least." He explained.

"No! Sakura really wants to do it! And plus-" Sasuke started before he was interrupted by an equally as anxious Naruto.

"Itachi, you need your beauty sleep!" Naruto shouted while pointing and advancing.

"You have a standard to hold up in Konoha, Aniki!" Sasuke joined Naruto and mirrored him. What was this? I don't even...

"That's right Uchiha! Get to bed!" Naruto shouted while pushing Itachi away from them, with Sasuke following. When they reached Itachi's sleeping bag, Sasuke slipped his foot under, dragging it with them at least another ten foot away from its original position.

Sasuke ripped open his covers like a wild animal, while Naruto lay him down.

"Goodnight Itachi!" Naruto shouted, inches away from his face. When he removed himself and Itachi sat there, staring, with a raised eyebrow. Naruto's eye twitched after the few moments of awake-time Itachi portrayed. "Do you need a lullaby?!" Naruto shouted again positioning himself in Itachi's face.

"Naruto," Sasuke called him, pulling him away, "It's okay, man. Don't cry." He wrapped his arm around Naruto's shoulders in a friendly gesture, and walked him away. Itachi shifted around so that he couldn't see... well, whatever this was.

"Goodnight, Sakura." They said in unison, while Sasuke did a, "I got your back wink-y face," and Naruto wiggled his eyebrows. But what… was that…?

I took my designated place beside the fire, while the boys climbed into their sleeping bags. I couldn't help but ponder over what that was. It wasn't that they didn't want me on guard before or after Itachi, leaving room for an encounter, because they wanted me on today.

I looked beside the fire and saw that Itachi had dropped his sandwich in the process of what looked like attempted rape. I still had mine in my bag, so I stood up and walked the distance to my bag and pulled out my sandwich. I reached my place again and unwrapped it, before taking a bite. Of course the Tonkatsu was store bought – premade. I hadn't had time to make anything, which was usually the case.

All the while, I could hear a familiar munching sound. Probably Naruto eating his, pretending to be asleep. I heard a faint clap, and the munching stopped. Yeah, definitely Naruto getting told off for eating.

Once I had dusted off my sandwich, I picked up Itachi's and stood, intending to leave it at his side, but as I was walking over, I heard Sasuke calling out my name, I turned to see him and Naruto sitting up in their sleeping bags, Naruto's mouth full with food. Sasuke motioned me over with his hand before I continued walking and dropped the food beside Itachi's sleeping bag.

I turned around to find them now sitting beside the fire, both gazing at each other intently. Probably telepathically communicating again. I journeyed over to the fire before whispering to them. It had only been about fifteen minutes since they had all gotten "settled".

"What was that?" I demanded more than asked.

"What is this?" Sasuke replied, while Naruto frantically pointed from Itachi to me and back, more times than I could count.

"I don't even know! Ask your brother." Sasuke almost seemed puzzled for a moment.

"You're not dating secretly?" Naruto asked, equally as dumbstruck as Sasuke.

"What?! No! Your brother is just extremely flirtatious!" How did this rumour even start?

"But... You have feelings for him?" Sasuke asked, after a moment of contemplation.

"Ugh... Do you need a written letter? How many times have I freaked out about your brother? Remember I used to come and say, "Oh my Jesus lover, Itachi spoke to me?". I was never sure about how he felt... I'm still not." I told them, while they nodded as if they were therapists. I glanced behind me to Itachi, he was almost unmoving, and the falls and rises of his chest told me that he was asleep.

"Sakura-chan, come on, he wants you!" Naruto basically shouted over the small clearing. My eyes widened and I hit him upside the head for being so loud.

"Naruto, would you shut up?!" I rhetorically asked, in a shout-whisper.

"Sakura," Sasuke addressed me, completely serious and worried looking, while Naruto rubbed his head, "I was almost sure that man was-"

"Asexual." Naruto cut in, and I couldn't help but purse my lips.

"Close enough," Sasuke continued, "but that's beyond the point. He has like never dated. He told my parents if he couldn't find a matriarch by thirty, he'd let them choose. He hasn't tried... until now. I don't know anything about my brother's love affairs, but I – we don't want you hurt. Is he the one for you?" This was overwhelming; I couldn't believe what they were telling me. It sounded like it was coming from some bad romance song. But it was no song. It was my comical life.

"Yes." I told them, not even realising what I had just said. The question had barely, if not, not at all processed in my rational thoughts. I glanced back to Itachi, realising that the sandwich was no longer where I had left it, he was indefinitely awake. I turned around to them, with an almost determined look on my face.

"Yes, I do. I am completely in love with your brother; Itachi Uchiha."

A/N:

Hey guys, I really hope you all enjoyed this chapter. I got such a postitive response on my crazy late update that i did this one super quick (comparatively)

omg i also have to say, if you haven't watched the video on youtube of itachi making sasuke eggs, pls go and do it now.

I know i've already plugged this, but if you're ItaSaku trash like myself and are actually interested in GOOD writing, i really urge you to check out my fanfic, Our Understanding. I'm a bit ahead with writing it and it's getting juiccyyyy.

– xl3utterflyx