AN: Thank you to all my reviews and the anonymous one who pointed out my very French I mistake that I'm too lazy to change…maybe later

AN: Thank you to all my reviews and the anonymous one who pointed out my very French I mistake that I'm too lazy to change…maybe later.

IMPORTANT: I started school this past week but I'm trying to work on my time management skills (like so many have told me to do a long time ago) so I'll try to update at least once a month for this school year…this chapter wont count cause I actually had the majority of this done in July (?...or maybe it was June…before I left on vacation…someone's gonna think 'well why didn't she post it?' well I lost my train of thought cause my attention span is that of a rabid squirrel…I've even been asked if only one of those flat lines like on heart monitors is going on in my head)

BACK TO THE SUBJECT –this story is getting moved to an M RATING why? Because it opens up the plot…I'm doing it when I remember some time next week after this chapter has been up for a few days…if not something will eventually remind me

Hana's POV

I was still in bliss when I woke up to the sand siblings –and my dogs- crowded in my room. Temari was talking so fast I didn't get a word of her speech. Kankuro added in his little input twice as fast, stealing my sluggish concentration from his animated sister. Gaara was leaning against the door frame with a look on his face that suggested he was shaking his head and going tsk, tsk, tsk in his head. My dogs weren't any better, running across my legs playing with one another. All-in-all it was a state of complete disarray. At least Baki came in and saved me.

"This weekend, as in five days from now, there will be a festival; we have a special announcement to make." Baki simply summarized Temari's and Kankuro's fifteen minute speech, as well as taking a jab at my intelligence –patronizing bastard. Why didn't she just say that in the first place? Maybe that's why Gaara had that little smug 'I'm watching idiots' face that even Itachi wore. Apparently the baby of this family had the most sense.

"What's the surprise?" I asked, curiosity taking over my distress over the peace disturbing siblings.

"I cannot tell you that," he said with a smug look on his face. "Since you're up, you can get an early start on your duties, you've been slacking lately."

"Slacking?! You haven't given me anything to do! I wander around, play with academy kids, fill out the one sheet you give me everyday and then do nothing. That's your fault."

Baki glared at me, it's not my fault he picked the wrong one to scapegoat upon. I don't not like the man: I just don't like his…personality. "Get dressed. Team, let's go."

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After I was completely awake and dressed, I found Gaara in the hallway. "Good morning Gaara!"

"…I know." Gaara, in all his intimidating twelve year old-ness, stood with his arms crossed and his eyes set in a way that he wasn't outright glaring, but it conveyed the same message.

"Know what?" I was genuinely confused.

"Why do you do that to yourself?" He ignored my question.

"Do what? What am I doing?"

"You are setting yourself up for defeat. Uchiha visits you, often. Why?" My whole body stiffened…who else knew about this? He took a step closer and tilted his head up to continue looking at me. My mood dramatically crashed from happy-happy-joy-joy to the closet you can get to an anxiety attack without actually having one. Itachi and I can get into so much trouble with both Suna and Konoha. Gaara…Gaara too: he can get in trouble too. Oh god.

Gaara snatched my arm and pulled my into my room, I started hyperventilating. He went into the bathroom and got some water, and held the cup in my face. I shook my head back and forth.

"Drink," he said, clearly getting impatient. He grabbed my head and put the glass to my mouth. I drank the water then hiccupped. I was scared shitless, and I haven't been this scared the Uchiha massacre.

"H-how did you f-find out?" I finally managed to ask.

"I don't sleep." He moved to the wall across from me. That display might have thrown him off a bit.

"I-I usually don't get like that. Thank you." I slid off the bed onto the floor so I have some back support to get back to normal.

"Stop seeing him."

"Excuse me?" I couldn't have heard that right. Since when did Gaara become Kiba?

"Stop. Seeing. Him. It's not good for you."

"I'm good for him, and I like being with him."

"…why fight for something that won't work?"

"It can work, it did before…" I whispered.

"…" Gaara didn't say anything, but the way he refolded his arms and looked to the side told me enough: 'Okay, believe that if you want'. I used that on Kiba enough. I could have dropped the subject, yet I felt the need to prove something.

"Gaara…I know everything about Itachi. Okay, I know him and he needs me. All relationships…need someone to give. Whether or not he sees it, Itachi needs me there for support if nothing else, and that's what I give him."

"…Then what does he give you?"

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After that episode with Gaara, I needed to get out of that estate, so I took my dogs (maybe they new I was sad and decided to leave their best friend Kankuro…) for a rooftop run. That's the only way they don't have to wear leashes.

I couldn't really enjoy my time with my dogs, because all I could think about was Gaara's words. What does Itachi give me? Happiness. Comfort. He gives me lots of things, but is it enough to put people's lives in jeopardy? That's the problem, I'm know what I feel but I don't know about Itachi. I honestly don't even know why he came back so many times.

I sat down on the roof to some kind of food shop. The smell was familiar though, so I laid down and tried to clear my head. After what seemed like two seconds, but could have been an hour for all I know, my dogs came and started tugging on me. I knew they wanted to run more, but all I wanted to do was lie down in my bed until this little job is over.

What the hell, that's not me. All this slacking off must have made me soft because I never give up, and I don't plan on starting either. So what if it looks selfish, everyone deserves happiness and Itachi's mine. I'm not going to lose anything or anyone over this. I got up from the sandy floor and saw that my dogs wanted me to follow them.

We didn't stop until we made it to the wall of Suna. This area wasn't as populous as the center of village, but it looked pretty okay. My dogs immediately turned toward a roof with a sign –a hotel. I didn't get it until I saw a head peeking up over the sign. My dogs and I jumped from the rooftops until we were on that of the hotel, behind the person.

"Itachi," I said. He didn't reply; he didn't do anything. "Itachi!"

He had to have heard me that time. My three dogs went over and started nudging him, but I stayed in my place about two meters away. When he didn't react yet again, my dogs looked at me expectantly saying 'Do something'. I stepped forward and yanked him back; he moved easily, almost like a doll.

Itachi looked like he's been up all night, probably in that same position. Itachi was red, probably from the harsh Suna sun, and he had bags under his eyes, which defined his natural lines and aged him at least twenty years. After about a minute his eyes turned facing me like the rest of his body, but he still didn't talk.

"Itachi?" I asked nervously, I've never seen him like this. Itachi opened his mouth but didn't say anything, not for a while anyway.

"…We…need to stop." That sentence took him five minutes to say, but I got mad before he even finished.

"Why." I said through clenched teeth. Not even I can yell at someone when they look like this. His next response took even more preparation.

"I…I am bad."

"Itachi, you're not a child, tell me a reason."

"…but…I'm bad for you," his eyes became distant, like he couldn't see me anymore. "Find someone better…you need someone better." (AN: wow…Itachi seriously cracked)

It took all my self control not to punch some sense into him. "Hana knows what Hana wants and needs, and if Hana wanted her mother's opinion she would have fucking asked." (I talk in third person when I'm really mad…kinda weird but it usually gets the message across)

"…Hana doesn't get it." I hope he knows he's talking to Hana.

"And what does Hana not get?"

"…Everything…"

"What's there to get?"

"Hana's too naïve…she doesn't get anything, but she thinks she does." I let go of him and he falls back onto the sandy roof. His eyes keep that faraway look.

"You don't get anything. That's what Hana thinks."

"…"

"Hana can decide what Hana wants. Hana also thinks you need to grow up and get over yourself." I said standing up.

"She doesn't get it…"

"She would if you just talk to her, and I don't want to see you unless you do." Then me and dogs left.