Author's Note: Yes, I'll admit the last chapter was boring, but I'll just call it a "semi-filler" chapter, meaning it was pointless, but needed to get to this chapter. Don't worry; this will make up for it!

And yes, there is a big gap in here. Seven months actually. I know that's a huge gap, but really, do you want to read many chapters talking about their days up to this point? Didn't think so.

Chapter 14: Future Talk: Love and Marriage!?

"God damn it! Ack!"

Sakura coughed as the dropped flour flew up in a mess as it fell to the floor. "Okay...Sakura, you're a genius. Why in the hell did you put the flour in the jar on the very top shelf? The shelf you can BARELY reach?" she yelled at herself, shaking her head to get out some of the floor that turned her pink hair white.

"Enjoying yelling at no one?" Itachi asked, closing the door behind him as he came in. "I am yelling at someone. I'm yelling at myself, if you can't tell," she replied with ultimate sarcasm, "There went my plan for baking. Gah!" Her attention turned away from her snickering boyfriend to the floor, picking up the can and staring at it as if she was waiting for it to melt.

"I believe you're going a bit crazy."

"I am not!"

Her lips formed into a pout, turning her glare from the can to Itachi, then smiled and sighed. "Welcome home," she said, giving him a quick kiss before turning back to clean up her mess. He muttered something soft and sarcastic under his breath, earning a flour-covered towel thrown at his head, before he turned down the hall to his room, wanting so much to relax.

"Did Deidara and Kisame give you a lot of grief today?"

"Every month that goes by they do the same thing."

"Well, then don't circle the dates on your calendar!"

"Very hard to do."

Itachi returned to the kitchen, running a hand through his hair, "Besides, even if I didn't circle the day, they have it memorized. Idiots." Sakura only shook her head, making more of the white powder fly out, "They're not that bad. They're both really amusing."

"You've met them both together once. They were being normal around you, but they wouldn't shut up after you left."

"Meh. Still good in my book."

She put the broom back in the storage closet where it belonged and took out an unopened box of pancake mix, "Breakfast for dinner." He only sighed, "How was I figuring? It's the same thing."

Sakura only smiled, pulling out three eggs and a box of sausage, "Happy seven months."

"Oh yeah, I just remembered. Tomorrow Ino's coming over so we can discuss her wedding plans, but I know you want to spend the day and do some work at home, so if you want we can just go out and talk about this stuff."

"No, it's fine. I don't have a lot to do anyway, and if I really need to concentrate, I'll just go to my room and work."

"You sure?"

"Do I really have a right to disturb a girl-to-girl gab session, as Mother often put it?"

"Uh...yeah?"

He chuckled, "Interesting answer. Obviously, you both have different opinions on that. Either way, I don't mind. Just pretend that I'm not there."

'So much for pretending you're not here.'

Sakura sighed as Itachi looked at the picture of the tuxedos the men would have to wear, an eyebrow raised as if saying "What in the world are you thinking?"

"What? White is a good color on Shikamaru!"

"If you say so."

"Well, no one asked you!"

Sakura sighed again, this time a little louder, "Stop yelling, please. Ino, I have to agree. White is the best for clouds, not for Shikamaru's tuxedo. Stick with the traditional black, and go crazy on something else." Ino pouted, reluctantly agreeing to prevent further argument. Sakura smiled then turned to Itachi, "And I thought you said we should pretend you're not here. Very hard to do that when you're talking." He glared as Ino snickered and Sakura smirked before standing up. "I'll get some tea then. Do you want some?" he asked, earning two nods before he walked away.

Once out sight, Ino leaned over and grinned at her best friend, "So Sakura...it's been seven months." A pink brow was raised in confusion, "Ye...ah? What about it?"

"Has he popped the question yet?"

"WHAT!?"

"Shh!"

"Sorry, but what are you talking about?"

"Has Itachi popped the question to you yet?"

Sakura shook her head viciously, enough to give her whiplash if she did it for too long. "No! Why on Earth are you asking me that!?" "Come on! You can't tell me you two haven't talked about it," Ino replied, "I mean, you've been going out for awhile, you live together...all that's left is the marriage."

"You've got to be kidding me! Itachi and I haven't discussed anything like this!"

"No, you've got to be kidding me! You've been together all this time, and you two never even talked to each other about the future?"

Sakura sighed, shaking her head in her hands before looking up at the blonde. "No, we haven't. Ino, we're taking things as they come. We're not going to rush things," she said.

"Sure, sure. But tell me the truth, Sakura. Have you ever thought about it?"

"What?"

"Have you ever thought about marrying Itachi? I mean, ever thought about how that would feel?"

Sakura was silent as she leaned back. "Yeah...I've thought about it, but that's natural. All girls think about marriage and stuff with their boyfriends," she said. Ino groaned, "I know that, Forehead. I was meaning have you ever thought about it and wanted it to happen?"

She said nothing, deciding to stare at the pictures and supplies of things Ino brought over. "Come on, we got a few moments before Itachi comes back with the tea, so we can discuss the tuxedos without his opinion," she said, a bit of a sly smile gracing her lips. "I'll take that as a yes," Ino muttered under her breath, not gone unheard by the other woman.

Or the man with great hearing in the kitchen, who only smirked as he brought out the cups of tea on a tray.

Ooo...Itachi has something going through his mind So does this mean he's been having the same thoughts as Sakura? Well, only one way to find out...the next chapter! Until then, ja ne!