And here's the last chapter of my three chapters that, as I promised, were added to the story to make up for my two-week absence. And in all honesty, I'm going to be frank about this, and say I'm too lazy to write an entire chapter, no matter how short, on the day I come back, which will be my update day, so I'm giving myself a week to reenergize, being as my sorry ass is going to be run ragged while I'm gone, tehe.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. But as of Saturday, my birthday, I now own an Itachi plushie. It's fucking cute. Don't judge me...

Embarrassment

I groaned, picking myself off the floor, and gave Sasori a withering stare, rubbing my temples with my the tips of my index and middle fingers. "Augh, damn it, Sasori-kun, why didn't you just let me die of blood poisoning? This is so much worse than death..." He cleared his throat, running a hand through his hair loosely and sighed, collecting his calm and cool demeanor once more, after the shock of what the old woman, who I now knew was Sasori's grandmother, had said lifted.

My cheeks were still slightly pink as I brushed myself off, looking at the deviously grinning old woman, sweat-dropping and taking a step back, bumping against Sasori's chest, not even acknowledging it, muttering under my breath to him, "What's with that look on her face? That really can't be any sort of sign to any good intentions..." He grunted, stepping around me and placed a hand lightly on my shoulder, only then did I notice the short distance between him and I.

"Obaa-san, this is Kentarou Natsumi, Natsumi-chan," he smirked at the added suffix to my name, as I had done with his, "this is my obaa-san, Chiyo."

I blinked, letting the blush fade from my cheeks and bowed my head slightly in respect towards Chiyo, before looking up, a smile faintly gracing my features. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Chiyo-san. I've heard some interesting things about you..." I smirked, childishly sticking my tongue at Sasori, who in return gave me an annoyed look.

"We agreed to drop that." He growled, narrowing his eyes, cheeks ever just so lightly shaded red. I chuckled slightly, smiling deviously, crossing my arms and turning to face him, amusement clear in my eyes. "Ah, and that's where you're wrong, Sasori-kun. You just got pissy about it, I didn't agree to anything, so in your ginger face."

He glared, before sighing, rolling his eyes and looking away, muttering in mild annoyance, "You are quite immature, do you realize this?" I laughed, uncrossing my arms and smiling genuinely in his direction. "Not only do I realize is, I accept and appreciate it, so get used to it."

Unbeknownst to us, Chiyo was watching with great care the scene unfolding between the two teens before her, grinning like a wolf, sneaking suspicion of a future relationship between Sasori and I finding its way into her mind as she was already conducting a plan to get great-grandchildren faster.

"Sasori-kun, she's doing it again..." I said, inching behind him, as Chiyo snapped out of her daydream, known only to her as plotting, and watched the grin on her face with wide eyes as Sasori gave up. He walked to the door, muttering loud enough for us both to hear, "This is just becoming a pain, I'm going to go work on my puppets, play nice you two..."

I gaped, before glaring after him, irritated he'd leave me to the mercy of his skilled-at-using-fishing-tools-as-weapons grandmother.

Sasori, when you get back, I am going to KILL you... I seethed in my mind, before gulping and looking to Chiyo who was now sitting in a chair, smiling in a way that would fool almost any normal person who didn't know her true nature. "Come sit with me, deary, and we can have a nice long chat about how many great-grandchildren I expect of you two." She snickered as my face heated to a deep tomato red.

Screw killing the bastard, I'm going to SLAUGHTER him.

And here's the last one, enjoy everyone, as always, review and note that I got this idea from reading too many Uchiha based stories, mainly about some unlucky female being paired off with one of those immensely gorgeous emos, half the time Itachi and Sasuke's mother smothering them and expecting over 37 grandchildren *insert sweatdrop* Geez, how troublesome... XD