vegetable soup
061. innocence

(six months laterrr!)

There were many things that were debatable to the outside world.

His sexuality was debatable. His socializing skills were debatable. But his health? His health could top anyone's in a moment.

Apparently, Sakura thought otherwise.

"I can make vegetable soup myself," he told her evenly as she chopped up said vegetables at the island in the middle of his kitchen. "Thank you for your concern."

"You can," she told him without even looking up, "but you won't. That's the difference between you and me, you see. I seem to care for your well-being more than yourself." She glanced at him. "That shows some psychological issues, you know."

Making his way around the island, Itachi put one hand on her shoulder, the other easing the knife out of her grip.

"If having psychological issues includes being able to attract females like you, perhaps I wouldn't mind," he whispered in her ear, admiring the way she shivered at his lips grazing her skin.

It was too tempting. Her inexperience in this area was priceless.

And this was why he liked teasing Sasuke so much.

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about," she retorted, grabbing the knife from him and chopping up the vegetables with newfound vigor. "What made you think I was attracted to you?"

"Both you and I know that that's a rhetorical question."

There was a moment of silence where she stood in front of him, her back just barely grazing his chest, speechless. "Shut up."

"I wouldn't mind doing that," he said with a smirk playing at this lips as he brought his hand around to her chin and turned her head so his lips pressed against hers.

He found it highly amusing how she found the sense to hold the knife threateningly to his face five whole minutes later.

A/N: We all know I suck at updating. This wasn't a surprise.

All electronics hate me. I lost almost all of my FFN stuff. Again. I saved a couple of them, though—mostly my on-going ones—so that's good, I guess. But, on the brighter side, I got a MacBook! I'm so scared of breaking it. I'm typing on a fortune, here. D:

Constructed criticism is appreciated.

OH, AND I'M CHANGING MY PENNAME TOMORROW, YOU GUYS. TOMORROW. AS IN, JUNE 1ST. TO "rawrchelle". MARK IT ON YOUR CALENDARSSSS.