I DO NOT OWN NARUTO

Kiba's eyes almost popped out of his head when he his first look at Sakura. He turned red, gulped, and just stood there starring at her. Sakura was flattered for the first moment or two, until he made no move to speak or come towards her. Impatiently, she huffed and crossed her arms under her chest, and his eyes bulged as the motion cause her already pushed up breasts to strain the boundaries of the corset top. A steady trickle of blood ran down out of his nostrils. Sakura rolled her eyes and then cleared her throat loudly, which brought him back to his senses.

Kiba swiped hastily at the blood on his face, and then stepped forward to offer his arm to Sakura. She unbend sufficiently to give him a small smile and take his arm. They headed to the restaurant they had agreed on. Along the way, Kiba searched for something to talk about, which he normally would have no problem with. But she looked so incredible, it was almost like he was escorting a total stranger. The closer they got into the heart of the village, the more attention Sakura was getting. Several men turned away after sprouting massive nosebleeds, many yelled out indecent proposals, and one bold civilian actually threw himself at her feet and proposed.

By the time they arrived at the restaurant, Kiba was glowing with pride at having a date with the most desirable woman in Kohona. Sakura, on the other hand, was mortified. She knew that she would gather some extra attention, but it was completely insane how all the men were acting. He cheeks were red, and she was feeling more than a little bit like a hunk of meat. Kiba held the door open for her, and ushered her in with a hand on her lower back. She stepped away from him nimbly as he started to let his hand slide down towards her butt.

The maitre d' led them to their table, and Sakura was relieved to see that it was set in the corner at the very back of the restaurant where most of the rest of the diners wouldn't be able to stare at them all night. Kiba held out her chair for her, again checking out her cleavage as he did. The waitress came and they ordered. After a few failed attempts at conversation, they finally managed to find started talking about past missions they had been on together. Kiba excused himself to go use the bathroom while they were waiting on dessert, and Sakura sighed in relief as she let the strained smile slip off her face.

The waitress delivered their chocolate brownie cakes, and Sakura waited for Kiba out of sheer politeness when all she really wanted to do was tear into the decadent treat. Fifteen minutes past, and Kiba still wasn't back before Sakura finally gave in and took her first bite. It was absolute heaven on her tongue, and she closed her eyes to savor it, allowing a tiny moan of pleasure to escape. Something tipped her off that she wasn't alone, the slight scrap of the chair being moved, or maybe it was the intense anger she felt directed at her. She opened her eyes in alarm, and found that she was looking straight into fully activated Sharigan eyes.

"OH CRAP!" Sakura resisted the urge to run, thought it was a hard to do. Something in his eyes warned her that if she ran, he would take great pleasure in chasing her down. As a matter of fact, there was a gleam of challenge in Itachi's eyes, almost as if he was daring her to do it. His eyes accused her and found her guilty all at once, making her feel vulnerable. Which automatically put her on the defensive.

"Uchiha-san, is there a reason why you are interrupting my date?" She asked him in irritation.

"If you were remotely intelligent, you would refrain from angering me further." Itachi bit out between clenched teeth. Sakura sat back in her chair quickly, due to anger and a small bit of fear, which she refused to acknowledge to herself.

"Alright, what the hell is your problem? I am the one with the right to be upset here! You walk in and interrupt my date, and then you have the nerve to insult my intelligence? And I should refrain from angering you?" Sakura's chest heaved as she panted in anger. Despite himself, Itachi's eyes were drawn to the tantalizing view. His eyes narrowed in anger, both at himself and at Sakura.

He starred into her eyes, and realized from the puzzled anger that she was displaying that she honestly had no idea of why he was angry. Was it possible? Did she really not know what she was doing wrong?

"I believe that any man would be upset to find his woman on a date with another man." He said somewhat calmly. Sakura eyes widened. Itachi was satisfied with her reaction until she responded.

"Your woman? Your woman? I beg to differ, Uchiha-san! No man owns me, especially not some..some closet man whore! And if you think that I am going to sign some stupid contract, you have another thing coming!" She whispered furiously before standing up and stalking off, leaving Itachi sitting at the table in shock.

She knows about the contract? How could she possibly kno-SASUKE!