"Konichiwa Konoha! This is Kimiko Karusu here with the Breakfast Show! It is 8:30 going on to 31! I hope that you will have a great day ahead of you! Here is a little something to help you wake up…"

My head hurts. Let's take a guess at what caused it, hmm?

a) The music booming from the radio, or

b) The hangover from last night's/ this morning's get together.

Go on, pick your favourite. I'll tell you the answer when I get a pill. I went through the bathroom and opened the cabinet. Condoms, condoms, Morn after pills, more condoms… I really should see the expiry date on these. When I finally found the aspirin bottle (only one left - must buy more), I stuffed back the mounds of foils and pills and slammed it shut. I went into the kitchen. It looks like a bomb aftermath. Pans and bowls stacked in the sink. One of the chairs next to the breakfast table was toppled over. Magazines littered the floor. Some green substance was slithering across the counters. Ugh I'll clean this after I deal with my head. At least the cutlery was clean. I opened a cupboard and found my 'pill glass'. Yes, I have a glass specifically for pills. It saves me time from cleaning new ones if I can't find them (which naturally I can't). I filled the glass with water and took a sip. My mouth tasted so damn putrid from all of the vomit and alcohol last night. I went on gulping the water down and refilled it. I placed the pill on my tongue and took another sip. The pill stayed there. Can pills be that stubborn? I continued to sip the water. The pill moved about in my mouth until it settled back on my tongue. It started to melt away, leaving a bad taste which coupled with my vomit, it's a match made in hell. I tried not to heave it out of my mouth and continued to gulp down water. The pill seemed to have a mind of its own. Seriously, what do edible substances have against me? The freaking pill finally went down. Just into the wrong chute. I felt just like a cat heaving out a hairball. Suddenly, someone slammed their fist in my back. The pill flew into the sink. It settled on my black pan, glinting victoriously.

"Jeez Mara-chan, you're the most difficult mission we ever had!" I kept on looking at the sink. Was karma really such a bitch? Not only did I lose my last pill, I almost got killed by it and my headache increased tenfold. Ugh. I was resting against the breakfast table with my ass popped up in the air. It is suddenly really breezy… as if I didn't have any pants on… actually I don't remember wearing any on, just some knickers and t-shirt - was that Arata's voice? Slowly, I turned my head round and to my horror. The ninjas are back! The ninjas are BACK! Really now, karma is officially a bitch in my books. How was I going to be able to walk out of this unscathed? Do you have any ideas? My brain just temporarily froze and so has my conscience.

"What the Hell are you doing here, Arata?"

That sounded like something anyone would say right? I twisted my upper half towards Arata. He smiled, showed his victory sign and just said, "You look cute with that killer intent in your eyes!"

Oh, if he thinks that this is cute, wait till I get awfully pretty.

"Puffer-fish, do you copy? Over." A sizzle sounded from Arata's pants. He took out a walkie-talkie and replied, "Roger that, Tiger. Over."

What the fuck is going on? I looked stupidly at him. He grinned and focused back on the voice that came out of the speakers. "Did the Peacock show her feathers yet? Over."

I really shouldn't try to understand. Arata looked over to me and then commented, "She showed me more than her feathers. Over." I looked at him aghast. He looked sheepishly back. Wait till I get my hands on you! I jumped towards him, hissing like a kitty cat. I successfully tackled him to the ground and straddled him. The walkie-talkie flew somewhere into the living room.

"I may not be a ninja but I know a few tricks which will leave you with no balls." He gulped and squirmed underneath me. AH HA! I MADE A NINJA SQUIRM. I think he was enjoying the little moment because he would have overthrown me in no time. After I calmed myself down I got off of him and went into my bed room. Better if I wear something, right? I got out some shorts, a tee and some trainers and went back into the kitchen to clean the mess up.

"-Tiger, are you still there? I've been attacked! Heard me? Attacked! Help me! SOS! Over!" I ignored him and set out to fill the sink with warm water. I squeezed some soap and started scrubbing the pots. After what seemed like hours (which really were only a few minutes) I finished with the dishes and set out to clean the gooey green substance. Yay for scrubbing! Scrub, scrub. Scrub. Scrub. It was suddenly quiet.

"How did you know which flat is mine?"

"I followed your scent." Scrub. Pause. Better try not understand. Scrub. The speakers came to life with a conversation:

"Hayate, what are you doing hiding in the bushes outside Miss Yamato's apartment?"

Oh, Itachi-sempai, we wanted to fulfill our duties as ninjas and continue with our mission. We're spying for any intruders or strangers which might harm Mara-chan. Arata is in there for extra security. We had a hard time to finding which apartment she lives."

"…"

"Oh look, it's Arata. What's he trying to do? I can't make out his movements. He's sending out some sort of signals."

"…"

Scrub. Rinse. Ah…good as new. I lifted the chair down next to the other two and sat down listening to the conversation. The idiot left the switch on the speech button. I mentally slapped my face. (So does that make me slap your face since it's happening in my brain or – ouch that hurt! Jeez Louise I'm sorry okay?) Can men be this stupid? Ay, I see why my mother doesn't find them that pleasing. Arata continued to flail about in the window making weird movements. It looked like he was making the rain dance. Head duck. Flower. Rock hand signal. Head bang. Wonder what all that meant? An idea popped in my mind. What if I spiced things up? The walkie-talkie was on the armchair. I snuck up behind him and took it in my hand.

"Hey what are you doing? Give it back! That's Konoha property that!" He stepped away from the window.

"Puffer? Do you copy? Where did you go?" I smiled evilly and pressed the speech button. Now for some aria…

"Tiger? What kind of name is that? And who's peacock? Really now I should call the police for this B&E you two just did. Over and out."

Arata looked at me like I just told him that Father Christmas was just his father wearing a beard. Well I may be ruining their little shenanigans concerning me this summer. Yep the bitch is back in business baby! One Mara-chan ZERO ninja-losers. Did you see what I did? HAH! Suddenly, I was enveloped in smoke. I started coughing and waving the smoke away. It was making me cry. Hayate emerged from the smoke, along with their captain. Resting my hands on my hips I flipped my hair and blinked the tears away. Be strong Mara-chan.

"I believe some guys owe me an apology."

"But, we are the police."

I stared at the trio, accepting this slight defeat in logic. "…Touché."

"I'm hungry!"

"Yeah me too… Being on a constant look out wears me out."

"…" That's Uchiha-san for anyone who cannot keep up with his apt conversation skills.

You must still win this Mara-chan. Have the dignity to prove them wrong! "Won't you apologize for the havoc you've caused? The neighbours aren't that friendly…"

"I think I want some pancakes today."

"Yeah! With syrup and strawberries!"

"…" Itachi-san please take a deep breathe in between sentences.

"Mara-chan… you're a woman and I demand you to make us men some breakfast!"

"WHAT? That's just sexist! And why would I make breakfast for you three?"

"Because we're your body guards - kinda like a payment. Speaking of payment, why don't you make us food for these weeks?"

"I agree. Food is way better than money. Although I need to buy the new book of Icha Icha Paradise."

"…" (More words of wisdom from Itachi-san.)

"…Touché." And that was how I became their cook. I haven't made pancakes in years, so I had to find my cookbook. Where was it? I opened a multitude of cupboards but there was no recipe book. I'd just have to make it up from memory. Won't this be a treat? Butter… yes, butter was in it for sure and eggs too. Water? No, definitely not. It was milk, or was it both? Yeah both. Okay I can do this. I took the carton of milk along with the tub of butter and three eggs out of the fridge. Or was it two eggs? Yes…I think it was two. I placed them next to the cooker. What else is there in a pancake? WATER! Of course! I'm so stupid gosh. I filled a cup of water. I think these shall be my greatest masterpiece yet. Where did I put the sugar last time? Was it in this cupboard…or that one? Oh, this is killing my vibe. After I found the sugar I set out mixing the damned ingredients. But there was something missing in this mix…oh well. I stopped for a moment. What about the milk and butter? And what about the salt and sugar? Oh I'd just have to invent measurements then. I'll go with my gut feeling. I kept adding a multitude of sugar. They had to be sweet right? I mixed them with a wooden spoon and set out to crack the eggs. Beaten? Oh who cares really? I looked at the mess of goop lying in the mixing bowl. Maybe I should look a bit more professional and get another bowl from the rack. I almost dropped it when I saw Arata's face a few inches away from mine.

"You look so concentrated Mara-chan!" I took one egg, smashed it on the side of the bowl and opened it in the bowl. The other egg had the same fate. Out came the whisk. I started whisking them around until I deemed them perfect. I poured the remaining milk I had in the carton and threw it in the bin. I began stirring slowly. No need for being hastened, right? I don't want to make a mess in my now clean kitchen. I continued to contemplate which ingredient I had forgotten. I added flour, milk, salt, sugar, eggs…what else? Ugh I really don't care. I snapped my fingers just to add a bit of panache and voila! Shit I forgot to melt the butter! I took out a small pot, scooped the few clumps of butter out, dropped in a dollop of butter and waited for it to melt. After two minutes I poured the butter into the bowl and continued to mix. It was still too watery so I melted some more butter and continued to mix. Then it stuck together good. Wow this is looks better than I thought. I took out a griddle and melted more butter on it. I added a dollop of the mixture and left it to cook. I flipped it around and after it was done I slapped it on a plate. The first four came out perfect, but disaster struck when Arata decided to make his presence known again.

"Mara-chan?"

"Mhm?"

"Who taught you how to cook?"

"I taught myself." Flip. Slam. Dollop.

"Oh… You know I know how to make sandwiches and stuff…"

"That's nice Arata." Fizz.

"Mara-chan?"

Sigh. "Yes?"

"Are pancakes usually brown?"

"Usually." They started to turn from yellow to black. Like, in a second. So I only made four good pancakes. I took the burnt ones and threw them in the bin along with the egg shells. The bin burped happily. Actually it just squeaked. Let's imagine it was a burp. I took the plate to the breakfast table. "Eat."

Arata took hold of one and munched at it like a happy puppy. So at least I passed the batter test. Arata's face suddenly paled. He started twitching. Hayate seemed to like poking fun at him.

"What's wrong Arata? Too much pancakes on your mind? Brain freeze?"

Hayate took a pancake and munched at it. He too paled and twitched. "Nani? What are you two playing at?" Of course I knew the problem. I fucked the batter up. Now I murdered two ninjas with food poisoning. Oh lord I'm going to jail! Why? Karma why do you hate me so? What a sad fate. Arata seemed to wake up from his dazed look. "Too… sweet…"

"You're a bad coo-"

"Shut up and eat." I looked at Itachi. He took a bite from one of them. His left eye twitched but he still gulped it down and took another bite. The other two sat quietly and munched. I feel sorry for them, I really do - to have such a harsh leader forcing you eating things which are clearly poisoned – I would have just quit right there and then, handed in my ninja stuff and went on a permanent vacation to the tropics. I looked at the last pancake and poked it with a knife. ( Pfft…Just to make sure it won't attack me of course.) I cut a triangle off and ate it. It wasn't that bad at first, but once you made it into paste, the sugar starts kicking in. They were horrendous.

"Yuck. I'm such a crappy cook." I muttered as I flipped the thing over to my neighbour's evil cat. Maybe it'll die. The cat hissed and ran to the other side. Even animals can sense that my cooking is crap. Silence fell between us four. Arata was still convulsing from the sweetness on the sofa, Hayate was still a little pasty (and flunked across the armchair) but Itachi was, well, Itachi. He was the only one from the three who seemed to have tolerated my poisons. He didn't make himself comfortable like the other two. He just stayed in the shadows, leaning on the door frame just like a few weeks ago. I caught myself eyeballing him. Dammit, it isn't what a lady should do. What anybody should do in this case! I was thinking about sex after eating a death-o-pancake. It's so typically me. I stretched out and yawned. I was getting bored out of my mind. I mean, I'm a girl with a certainly small brain but a dirty mind. I'm in an apartment with three guys (ninjas= definitely with abs). My occupation is to lure in guys to steal their money. I usually let the hot ones have their way with me - I think I made myself clear.

I positioned myself on one of the chairs. What was I supposed to do today? Oh right. I need to pay the old man his rent, buy some milk and eggs too…nah; I'll have to stock up with these guys coming over every time. I need some new bras too - my favourite bra was ruined by a certain someone. I looked at him. He looked so calm. He had his eyes closed. I looked around. All of them had their eyes closed. Did I really kill them? Oh my GOD PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON MY SOUL. I should start packing. I need to leave this hell hole- I can't alert anyone of my whereabouts. Oh shit.

Of course I was over reacting about it. Hayate wasn't as pale as before and Arata wasn't having seizures. I got up from my seat and searched for my keys and purse as well as my handbag. "Mara-chan, where are you going? It's so hot outside, you should wear sunscreen."

Arata again. "I'm going to do some chores -"

"- We'll help you! We are on a mission, of course!"

"But I don't wanna do chores." Hayate, you sound just like an adult.

"Don't you have something else better to do then stay here?" I pitched in.

They looked at me. "Nope." I blinked at them and they blinked back. Really?

"Do whatever you please then." I was always going to lose to these two. I opened the door and waited for them to file out. They poofed away, leaving me with potential lung cancer. I visited the geezer and gave him the money for this month's rent. He tried to persuade me to 'have a cup of tea' and 'talk', but of course, I refused.

"I was a masseuse when I was young…"

"Ah, how interesting but I got to go." I ran away. Who wouldn't? He was inching towards me with every breath I took! I ran across the foyer and out of the complex. The sun was high up in the sky. Some birds squawked. Such a beautiful day! Maybe I dreamt the ninjas and here I stand alone with a bag filled with junk -

"Come on Mara-chan! The shops aren't going to wait for us you know!"

"I think that for this to be an effective part of training, we should let one person go with Mara-chan and the other two in hiding. It's a good tactic just to deceive the enemy that they are traveling alone." I'm just about done with all this. Enemy? What enemy?

"I agree. I think that that someone should be a strong person; someone that is feared by a lot, that is also admired and hated. Someone that can easily protect a weakling from danger…"

'Weakling'? Who's the weakling in this group? I stood in front of them next to Itachi. I can just sense the amount of shit he has to put up with every single day for the rest of his life. Poor fellow. No, he deserves it for being such a cool bastard with hot abs and silky hair and for looking like a marble statue. Ugh oh my God I just can't stop can I? The two of them looked at Itachi. "This is using time carelessly. We should be training right now like any other normal team."

Arata and Hayate shrunk under his deathly gaze. "We can train tomorrow. Please let us execute this part of the training!" Itachi's glare didn't falter one bit.


All in all, Arata and Hayate got what they wanted. They established a walkie-talkie thing with us. "Let's check them out ok? Do you copy?" Our walkie-talkie buzzed about. It was creating such a scene with the villagers. They were oogling at us trying to distinguish what the sound was. This is going to be hell. And guess what? It was! Instead of breaking the damn contraption, Itachi pried it from my hands and switched it off. We set out to the market. It was already ten thirty in the morning and so it was the high time for people to buy. Stall owners yelled about to attract more customers, children played ninja with their toy shuriken, gennins and chuunins flocked lazily about. It was a normal day in Konoha. I blundered about next to Itachi as the crowd seemed to part around us. We walked, sometimes stopping for me to buy a few things such as veggies. He also helped me with the bags, to which I refused. (He still took them if you're asking yourself whether he can just be any more annoying). Chivalrous only in company I presume. The walkie-talkie was still in my hand bag. I wonder what they were doing, or where they were.

"You there miss!" I looked around. A man was at a stall selling oils and perfumes… or so they seemed. "You Miss! In the shorts and trainers!" Was he talking to me? He pointed at me and wriggled his finger in a 'cometh' sort of way. I inched towards him. He looked at my face, and then took hold of my hands. "You look quite exotic miss."

Yeah, like an avocado. "You are not like all the women I've seen over here." So he was referring to my appearance. I left him blabber about as he stroked my hands. Ah, where was that ice-block when you needed him?

"I am not from Konoha, so I found it strange that you do not resemble like the usual folk here. I am from Sunakagure." Oh a desert man. He did have some exotic looking fabrics. There. That's the correct way to use the adjective exotic. A piece of cloth caught my eye. It was a deep purple and had golden threads woven into it.

"Silk, with gold. It's beautiful isn't?" I just nodded and felt the fabric. It was silk all right! "I'll give it to you if you give me forty ryo."

Was it worth it? I looked around for Itachi to find him talking to some other men. Oh well, maybe I could haggle a bit.

"20 ryo." There, that was a good starting price.

"Now, now, it's 100% silk and gold thread, plus it is hand made. I'll take 35."

"25 ryo." Come on I don't have that much money. I'm a poor woman that steals from drunken men. Look at how pathetic my life is. Give it to me please-

"You're quite a lady aren't ya? 33."

"27 ryo." I hope I'll have money left for my bra shopping damn it!

"Ugh…30. I won't go under." Contemplating… it's a really beautiful shawl, plus he went down 10 ryo so that's saying something. I smiled and shook hands on it. "Nice doing business with you sir."

"The pleasure was all mine."

I looked back to where Itachi was and found him waiting for me. He was looking up at the sky. His hair was in a low ponytail. He had a black shirt and khaki pants with sandals. The shirt hugged his body gracefully. I gulped. Don't think about it…don't you dare! Itachi suddenly looked at me. His direct gaze shocked me. I felt myself heat up. It must have been the sun, I swear!

"Ah… You might need this for that." The stall owner dropped something in my bag along with the shawl. I fished it out and found a small phial. He winked and went to another customer before I could demand what the hell that was supposed to mean. I creeped back towards Itachi. I looked back towards the haggler, catching his eye. He gave me the thumbs up. I grinned widely and waved back. I put the phial in my handbag and placed the shawl around me. Of course I went at him like a shark.

"Does it suit me Uchiha-san?" I batted my eye-lashes at him. He crossed his arms and glared. I had gained some memories of whatever happened that specific night. I clearly remember him slurring at me:

"Anything suits you just as long as it's mine." I had worn his headband across my chest (bam shaka - laka). He kept his gaze steadily on me. His eyes seemed to grow darker. It was suddenly becoming hotter. I lowered my gaze towards his eyes. They had changed to the Sharingan. Ah…those sexy eyes. The eyes I seemed to be attracted to. I went down to his lips. They were slightly parted. Wasn't this a tease? I inched my face towards his. He didn't hesitate. I need to control my instincts.

"You're such a tease Uchiha-san." I patted his cheek and continued down the road. I really needed some cigarettes right now. I didn't need anything else from the market so we met up with the two idiots. They complained that we didn't reply to their reports. I just told them that the batteries died; much to their vapid confusion as according to Hayate he had just bought new ones. It seemed that they caught up with the other guys I met up with yesterday. There was a new person too, someone in a green spandex whose name is Gai Maito. Talk about fashion sense. They went on about how Kakashi beat up Gai in a bunch of competitions. I wonder if they truly are 20 year olds. I got them back to reality when I told them that I had more chores to do.

"What? More? But this is boooring!"

"Welcome to my life. Why don't you be dears and take these to my apartment. Be sure to put the milk and-" Poof, they were gone. Eager to leave huh? I was left with Itachi. I had given him a list of things that I needed to buy.

"What's the last thing I need to buy?"

"…"

"Is my hand writing that fucked up? Lemme see." Oh… Bra shopping. I winked at him, "Come on Uchiha-san. Don't you want to choose what you want to see me in tonight?" That should have him fumbling. A few heads turned. Yeah, that'll get him pissed. I'm so good at this. It wasn't far away from the market place. It was just down the road which made it better as everyone saw him trailing after little miss perfect. I expected him to stay outside but he came in with me. "Eager one, aren'tch ya?"

He just flashed me a deathly glare and stepped back for me to pass. A shop assistant came up to us with a big fat fake smile any blind man can recognize, "Would you like me to show you our vast selection of lingerie? We're already stocking up for Valentine's Day!" I waved her off and set out to scout for some good bras. Damn February holiday stocks already in this year! I think the assistant's comments made Itachi angrier. He kept glaring at my back to the point I swear I could see a hole through my chest.

"There's no point in venting your anger on my back. Now come over here if you want to learn something about women." He hesitated, but when he noticed that I wasn't going to let him stand behind me, he came next to me.

"Ok now, Uchiha-san. Women like different types of bras. Do you see these?"

He just tilted his chin upwards. The bra was a plain beige coloured bra with no padding. "That's called a reducer. It, well, it reduces the size. This one enhances them. Oh and these ones are the normal ones. Get it?" Ok he got it. Now onto bra sizes.

"There are different sizes. You can see of course. They start from AA 24 to even H. You might imagine how those things would be." I looked up to see his ears red. Success! Oh snap Uchiha-san you're not the only one with the icy comebacks son!

"Now, when assessing sizes, you might want to go with a simple scale. Like: Flat, average, above average, big and huge. It's important for when you buy her clothes and stuff.

"Also, bras show what a woman feels like or is doing at the moment. Like for example, the normal ones are for everyday use. The sports ones are for, well sports – I think you get it. Now these babies are for when we want to be sexy. Got it?

"As for colours, we get a huge range. The classics are white, black or skin colour. Then we've got the bold colours, patterns and such. We have different fabrics too. Lace and kinky lingerie is reserved for sex."

A blush started to creep up his neck. I smirked. "Why are you telling me all this?"

"Because, 'tachi-kun, when we ever do it again I want you to reflect on what I just said. Now I'll get my size. Oh and I'm a 36DD." His cheeks were pink. He continued to glare at me. Ah, the pleasure of being a tease. I went over and took a bunch of different bras, especially the lacy ones. I just wanted him to squirm. Am I evil? Yes, I'm evil. The shop assistant checked each one and placed them in a bag. I handed her the money and we were out of the shop. We walked slowly in the midst of the summer haze. It was already three in the afternoon. In no time we arrived at my apartment. We went up the flight of stairs to my door. I found the geezer waiting for me.

"What do you want?"

"I just came here to -who's he?" He pointed a crooked finger at Itachi. Itachi didn't seem fazed by the sudden change in aura. If there was an electric current going between their eyes, then it would be sizzling. "Oh, him? Well, he's a friend of mine. Now move I need to get in." The geezer cursed his luck and went down the stairs to his apartment. I don't want to know what he would be doing. I opened the door and we went in. To my surprise, empty bags hung on the door knob. I looked into the fridge to find it fully stocked. I'm actually proud of them.

"You should be proud of your team Uchiha-san. They didn't screw up with the groceries." He smirked and laid the bag filled with bras on the kitchen table. Such a gentleman.

"Oh you could go through and put those in the bedroom." I heard the bag rustle and off he went. Who said chivalry was dead? I settled down with doing some tea. He came back and leaned on the door frame. I gave him a cup, thanking me. I smiled and sipped. It was so quiet. Itachi seemed to like his peace. It made me want to tease him more. I drank the tea and put the teacup in the sink. I filled it with water and left it there - I'll clean it later on. First, I need to get some funk. I haven't had any since I did him. I couldn't keep my mind from wandering from that night. I turned to find him still leaning against the door frame. He had no cup. I looked around to find it on the table. Damn him and his sneaky moves.

I grabbed it and put it in the sink alongside mine. Then I turned to him. He didn't seem to take any notice. I walked slowly towards him and whispered, "What are we waiting for?" He stayed the same position, my motives undeterred. I went up on my toes, trying to compensate for my lack of height and lifted my left hand to his forehead protector to stroke it. I rested my right hand on his shoulder, feeling the adrenaline pumping all over my body. He opened his eyes, the crimson colour striking against his pale skin. He looked predatorial, looking for any more movements. I stepped even closer to him. I could feel his breath flushing my cheeks. I raised my right hand up from his neck to his cheek. I trailed my other one into his hair, finally finding the hair band; slowly tugging it off. His hair fell around his face. I took a good hold of his hair and went in for the kill, tilting my chin upwards and pressing my lips on his. He was still frozen. I moved myself and added more pressure. He got the message in no time, pushing me against the door frame. I never found a job for those fuckers, but hey! This seems to work. A pause, some deep breaths. I bit down on my lips, resting my head on the frame, and looked at him. He had a murderous aura. As much as he might be psychopathic, I must say I enjoyed remembering the night some weeks ago. I lifted my leg around his, arched my back and grabbed hold of his shirt. He rested his hands on my waist. It felt so normal and oddly enough, as if he was meant to do that anytime. The confidence - it's got to be that. He went straight at my neck, leaving trails of light kisses all over it. I was caught by surprise, elliciting a moan. His grip on my waist hardened. He continued to feather my neck with kisses until he reached my right ear. "What jutsu did you cast?" He chuckled and bit down playfully.

"It's…a n-ah..." I was having a hard time with keeping up with him. I couldn't even make a sentence without moaning dammit. I grabbed hold of his hands and placed them casually on my butt, looking at his delicious neck. It was screaming to me to just harass it. I got hold of his hair and tugged back, automatically lifting his head. I bit down on a faint bruise. He growled, feeling it through my mouth. I continued to kissing at his neck until I went towards his ears. I sucked at his earlobes and he moaned. A knock came from the door. Who cares about them when I got myself busy? We continued to kiss. It was more like a war to see who takes over. The knocking became persistent. I moved him towards the sofa. He obliged. I sat down on him and pressed myself against him. Physical contact never felt so good. The person just didn't want to go away. The door was almost broken if it wasn't for me saving it just in time. Arata and Hayate stood there.

"We just came here to say good bye. Oh and we sensed Itachi's chakra too. Hehehe."

"Yeah, my mum told me to head home or else. I just don't want to know what…"

"Oh, that's ok guys. I had fun today!" I gave them a hug each, trying my hardest to keep my erratic breathing as normal as possible.

"Remember, tomorrow we must train."

"Yes Itachi-sempai." They said in unison. Their relationship with Uchiha-san was more of a father-sons relationship. They always get scolded and yet they still got what they wanted. Itachi went out of the door after them when Arata insisted that he should explain the things he was doing and what not to his mother. I gave him a little slap and closed the door shut, sliding to the floor - I might need a cold shower.