Mrs. Uchiha Itachi: hey all my fans who never review… (no offense) this is the third chapter!!! Sorry it kinda took so long, I am in progress of writing a third story. Hopefully it will be up soon. I am being really slow on this cuz it's hard to write a chapter when school is involved. With those tests and fire alarms at lunch cuz some retard decided to pull a fake fire alarm. Isn't that just darned peachy??? Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything in this story just the words!!! Everything that isn't my characters are not mine!!!

I stood there for what seemed like ages. My mind was trying to wrap around the fact that Itachi was being sweet to me. Nice, kind, and any other word that works along that line. I mean, he doesn't really seem like the type to fall in love!!! Or am I wrong? Do I truly like Itachi? Well yes I guess so. It is obvious. Does he have the same feelings? Will he ever admit them? If I can't admit it, then why would he? Oh shoot. This is so confusing. No wonder my brother told me to stay away from love. Maybe I should have believed him. Or not. It's my life right? Then I guess I should do what I want! And not what other people tell me to!!!

Wow. That's kinda too confident for me. Considering I have a temper and no patience whatsoever. But, what if Itachi does like me? Is it even possible? Has he ever liked anyone else in his life time? I hate this!! It's too confusing! Why can't he show emotions like normal people??

I finished dressing myself in the same clothes I wear most of the days I spend here in the same old dark boring lair of the ALLMIGHTY Akatsuki… or something like that… uhhh…allright out to the kitchen!!! Wait….. That icky mess is still there. Oh well… I pulled my cloak off the coat rack I hung on one of my walls and walked out of my room. Which I need to paint the walls orange, cuz that way it won't be so boring and look like I live in an insanasylum. I walked down the halls hearing someone talking. It sounded like Kisame, and Itachi? I stood to one side of the door listening in on the conversation. (Inner me: you know it's bad to eavesdrop? Me: yah I know. But I wanna know what they're saying!! Inner me: okaaayy. But when you get caught don't come crying to me. Me; cry to you? When pigs fly! Inner me; got you there. In the newspaper last week…Tsunade's pig TonTon flew!! Me; oh yah huh? Inner me; mhm….)

"Are you sure about this Itachi?" I heard Kisame say. He sounded a little worried. But what about?

"I don't know. It seems like the right thing though." Itachi responded to the question Kisame asked. "If I ask her now, I won't have to worry about being rejected. If I wait any longer she might move on without me."

"That's true Itachi. Especially since you'll need her help later on in your own life." Kisame spoke back. But what would he need help with? Is it me they're talking about? Or some other girl?

"Yes, since this ability of mine seems to be taking away from my vision. But, it is a waste not to use it, considering I went through a lot of trouble to gain it." Oh yah buddy boy! Killing off your whole clan IS a lot of trouble. I rolled my eyes in the back of my head. Jeeze he has some confidence.

"Hmmm. Well I guess it is a good idea to ask her. Even though she's only been here a year or so. Did you truly just fall in love with her at first site?" GAH!!! So it is me!!! Zomg… I wonder what he wants to ask me????

"Hn. You can put it that way." I could sense some annoyance in Itachi's voice from what Kisame had said. I take it the word "love" doesn't really do well with Itachi. Heh, probably a family thing.

"Well, I should get going now. I have some laundry to do and I don't want to be last again." Oh shoot. I quickly ran off to my bedroom just to be safe. Uhhh… Oh yah I have to do my laundry too. I grabbed the basket of my clothes and ran quickly to the laundry before Kisame would leave. Maybe he'll drop some more hints….

I chose one of the many washing machines. Since, most of us complained and earned our own washing machine. Quiet surprising since Pein doesn't seem too giving. And then there's money man Kakuzu. Chh. That little cheap money wannabe saver gotta make sure we don't go broke. Akatsuki could never go broke. Never. I hope. I heard Kisame grunt as he lugged his own laundry basket inside the room. "Oh... Hello Kei-san." He spoke rather unsure of himself.

I looked up and said, "Hm? Oh yah hello." I finished loading all of my clothes in the machine and reached for the bottle of soap that was bleach free. (Inner me: we're allergic to bleach.) I couldn't quite reach it, since I'm a little short, and the shelves were originally set for the original Akatsuki. Who are all taller than me. I hate being the shortest one here. I grabbed an old wire hanger and whacked at the soaped bottle. I kinda used too much strength and the bottle flew and hit Kisame in the head and the contents of the bottle were soon everywhere. I sweat dropped big time and did that "Oh ha-ha my bad oops" laugh.

A death glare was sent to me by the Fishy-man on the floor, practilly swimming in the soap. I closed the lid to the washing machine because some soap had magically gotten in when it exploded against Kisame's head. I ran out of the room, hoping not to get hurt. Oh well, maybe I'll get some hints later.

"KEI!!!!! KEI!!!!! KEI!!!!" I heard someone calling out my name over and over. "I need you to water me!!!!!!!" A deeper voice finished. Uh-oh. I forgot to water Zetzu… Heheheheheh…..

And that is where I end for this chapter. Man that was long for me to type. Um I hope you people enjoyed. And please review. I'll try to put another chapter up soon. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW... please get that in your head.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Uchiha Itachi (a.k.a. Kei, Mrs. Uzamaki, Kaede, etc.etc.)