A/N:Insert me flailing here.
Oh...my...GOD.
I'M SORRY.
YOU SHOULD ALL HATE ME WITH PASSIONS OF LOTS OF BURNING SUNS!
I feel awful about having taken this long.
I can blame some of it on Itachi, but only half.
I swear, I have NEVER been so stuck because of a single charracter before. Never. Not in all my life.
I had no muse, then I was gonna update on my birthday so none of you could be mad at me (it would have been exactly one month on my birthday) but then THAT didnt work.
Then we went on vacation.
Then when we got home my friend commited suicide.
AND I STILL HAD ITACHI WRITERS BLOCK!
Insert author now rampaging.
Yeah...
okay...I apologize for taking so long, unfortunatly me begining to have something that resembles a life (and other...uhm...cough...obstacles) has gotten in the way of me writing.
I hope you enjoy the chapter...
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Naruto now, nor shall I ever. kthnx.
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She gaped up at the figure towering above her. Uchiha Itachi, head of Uchiha Inc., was standing right in front of her. And she'd just squashed her nose on him.

Sakura stood there, floundering for words. The man looked down at her, eyebrow raised as if asking what she was doing anywhere near his charismatic presence. Her mouth flapped a time or two before she actually forced reasonable words to rip their way out of her throat.

"I'm so sorry, are you alright?" she said in a quiet voice.

He nodded curtly at her once. "I'm fine, thank you. Are you all right young lady?" he asked her, looking down.

She nodded wordlessly, afraid that if she opened her mouth again something stupid would spew out. It wasn't entirely on account of the man standing in front of her; seeing her enemy half naked was still fresh in her thoughts to embarrass her as much as possible as well. Not to mention, Itachi's looks did not stray that far from Sasuke's.

She looked him over, her shining emerald eyes scanning him from top to bottom.

She had to look up to see his head. She stood at five foot four, while Itachi loomed over her form at about six foot one. His dark hair was longer then his brother, thick locks just brushing his shoulders. They were kempt but it was obvious he only showered and then dragged a comb through them, a rock star like look had occurred on account of that. His eyes were a bright scarlet that seemed able to bore holes in things, though the look he gave her was soft.

He had lines under his eyes, something which she had never seen the likes of before. His skin was pale and flawless, perfectly mirroring that of his brother. He wore a plain white tee shirt, and a tight one at that. Through it she could see the lines of his abs and a strong chest. All that clad his hips and below was a pair of red boxers. Some girls would die from a sight like that, but a feeling of exasperation just swept through Sakura.

"Does anyone in this house wear normal clothes?" she thought to herself with an internal roll of the eyes, her cheeks flaring a slight red again, clashing with her hair.

"I'm glad to hear you are unharmed." Itachi's smooth voice caught her from her thoughts. "I am Uchiha Itachi, and I would like to welcome you into my home." he said to her, going into a very regal bow, then taking her hand and barely touching his lips to it. His eyes sparkled up at her and she was about ready to die.

"Er...yeah. Thanks." she said, eyes widening at his actions. Did he just...? Was that her hand and he...? Oh jeez.

She fought to keep her emotions under control, but it had already been a damn full morning. Her whole face turned pink and she slid her hand away from his to fiddle with the baby's feet. She bowed and let her hair curtain her colored face. "I deeply apologize for intruding into your home, sir. Thank you for generously hosting me." She stayed that way until she heard a chuckle erupt from him.

She straightened her back to look at him in confusion. "Please, please don't call me sir." he asked her, a charming smile gracing his features. She blinked at him a couple of times in surprise.

"But you're older then me. And...more powerful then I am." she meant in the business sense, seeing as her mothers company and Uchiha Incorporated knew fairly well of each other. She opened her mouth once more and closed it again, seeing as nothing came to her brain to voice.

"Itachi, please. Don't make me feel old." he instructed her strongly. She just nodded.

He looked at her, an eyebrow high in a arch. What was with her? He wasn't going to bite off her arm or something. Well, not unless he got some profit out of it, but he didn't see that happening. Hmmmmm. If you were paying attention, one could practically see the wheels turning around and around in his head.

"Are you hungry?" the man asked her. She nodded, silently. He held out his arm, in an offer for her to take it. "Then please, allow me to escort you to our kitchens, and something can be made for you."

She shook her head, "I really think I should be getting home si-- Itachi." She said, feeling more awkward then describable when she used his actual name, but it seemed to make the mans smirk a mite happier.

"If you can say my name, then please allow me, young lady, to dine with you." Her mind worked furiously, attempting to find a way out of it, but his smooth talking and languid movements were starting to ebb away her nervousness.

"If...you so insist." She said, finally caving. The first and obvious answer, er, lie, had been, 'Oh I'm dating your brother and he would behead me if I said yes.' But her inner self had torn that to shreds, stamped all over it, then set it on fire. After that, she was so annoyed that had even spawned from her brain, no other thoughts had come. She didn't take him arm, but stayed reservedly to the side of him. "Alright, go ahead."

His smirk intensified, and his eyes flashed at her, though she didn't see. "Of course, milady." He said, voice low and in perfect English. She cast a curious glance in his direction, but decided just to follow him once he decided to start walking. They walked in utter silence for about three minutes, finally reaching the kitchens.

"Anything specific you are interested in?"

She shrugged. "Eggs, maybe?" He nodded, and went to the fridge, pulling out a carton, and retrieving a spatula and a pan. "Oh, uhm. I can do it myself, if you want." She said, surprising herself with how bold she was being. He gave her a slightly quizzical look, then set them down and put his hands up as if she was holding a gun to him, and backed away to take residence on one of the many stools. He kept his eyes on her though.

Cheeks red tinged from embarrassment, Sakura went forward and turned the stove knob, listening as it clicked, and the fire alighted. She put the pan on for it to preheat, then busied herself with the eggs. She rapped them sharply on the side of the bowl and placed the eggshells in the trash near to her. She picked up the whisk and began, and after a minute or so hovered her hand above the pan. It was hot. She poured the eggs in slowly. Over the course of the next few minutes she kept moving them around, and added a dash or two of salt.

She got about halfway done with the eggs before Itachi stepped forward and took the baby from its safe perch in the nook of her elbow. She looked at him warily for a moment, but he only nodded his head at her once. She pursed her lips, but nodded back to him and then once again began to ignore him so that she could finish the task. She knew it was silly, but her arm missed the familiar pressure and weight of the baby, and it felt odd to be without it.

She finished quickly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "How much do you want?" she shoved the spatula under a portion of eggs.

"Please, you go first. I'll just take whatever is left." She quirked her eyebrow a him, but obliged silently. She had tried to argue with the man more then once today and had not once won. She figured trying to vest him in something as small as who ate their eggs first was not a fight worth starting at all. She began to dish up on her plate, but froze when she heard the next words the man uttered.

"So I hear you are the object of my brothers affections." You could hear the smirk shining through the mans words. Her evasive defensive mode clicked on automatically and she bristled. "I also hear that you are the one who gave him that superb black eye."

She shrugged. "I will only admit to giving him the shiner." She drawled, tone neutral. "What he does with his emotions holds no relevance to me."

"But it was you he kissed."

The words hung in the air for a few moments and if you were watching you could see the girl tense, and if you were looking you could see the anger flash across her face.

"Yes." She said curtly. She heard the stool scrape the floor and a swish of fabric. She turned to coldly look over her shoulder at him.

She was startled to see that his body was hardly an inch away from hers, and his face was rapidly closing the gap.

"I shall have to cleanse you then, little flower." He murmured, huskily. Then he brought his mouth down on hers heatedly.

Poor Sakura. She felt like she could have died right then and there. Loads of emotions rose into the girls chest all at once, threatening to overwhelm her. Surprise, embarrassment, and oddly enough the urge to respond to the kiss all attempted to over take her all at the same time. She didn't respond to him, though. She only stood there, shocked into stillness, until her wits crashed back into her. She took startled steps back from the man, breaking the contact.

"NII-SAN!"

Sakura jumped as the those words roared from the mouth f the kitchen. She looked in that direction to see a now clothed and furious Sasuke storm towards them. Her eyes flitted back and forth from one brother to the other. To Itachi, standing there in a stance victorious and his calm ever-present smirk, to Sasuke storming up to them, face colored red with rage.

What the HELL did I just se you do to her!" he seethed, weaving his way through the kitchen and trying to reach them as fast as he could so he could most likely rip Itachi's head from his shoulders.

The eldest Uchiha heir shrugged lightly, radiating apathy save for his victorious stance and his vicious smirk. "Just a small peck. All in innocence, of course." He said smoothly, daring the younger boy with his eyes.

"More like molesting a minor!"

"No better then you did, younger brother." He sneered.

"I'm not illegal!" Sasuke snarled back. At this point, Sasuke was dangerously close to Itachi, and it was certain that he wanted to inflict some form of bodily harm on him.

The baby was in Itachi's arms, and Sakura feared what that entailed. Suddenly, her own anger flared up deep inside the girl.

"SHUT UP BOTH OF YOU!" she suddenly shrieked. Sakura stalked forward and took the baby quickly from the mans arms. She glared at the both of them, infuriated.

"You know, I couldn't actually care LESS how much you fight, or hate each other what whatever. But you will do that on your OWN fucking time! I will NOT be brought into your childish games as a pawn to be used." She snapped defiantly, mostly in Itachi's direction. Sakura walked up to the man and solidly slapped him across the face, her glare as strong as ever. As she left the kitchen she did the same thing to Sasuke (though her slap was not quite so hard this time) and she fumed out of the kitchen, the baby in tow.

Sasuke threw a dark glance at his only kin, then stalked out behind his partner. Itachi was left there, slightly stunned that she seemingly timid girl had erupted like that verbally, much less slapped him.

As he stood there all by his confused lonesome, Sasuke was working on following Sakura, who seemed to have quite the knack and being quicker then him when she wanted to get away.

"Will you wait?"

"For you?" she spat. "I thought we already discussed this and it was finished." Her pace quickened and she disappeared around the corner. Sasuke let out an aggravated huff and broke out into a sprint to attempt to catch her. He finally succeeded when they reached her room and she had forgotten to lock it. He opened the door tentatively and stepped inside.

"Sakura?"

His eyes instantly widened and he ducked, narrowly missing the large hairbrush that had been hurled directly at his head.

"What IS it with you and your damn family!" she screeched at him with abandon. "I mean really! What the HELL! Is it that if your last name is Uchiha you have to molest me! Is that it! Or do you guys just not know how to keep it in your pants around a pretty girl, eh? Or do you just think it's funny to put my in such compromising situations?" she bellowed at him. Tears had involuntarily sprung up in her eyes and were now beginning to stream down her cheeks. Her whole body shook with rage and fury and embarrassed sadness, all pent up inside her and being let out in the worst way. She glared at him from behind watery eyes.

"Do you think it is fun, or enjoyable to be used!" she spat the words and he winced. Slowly and cautiously he took steps towards her, and her hands clenched as he drew nearer. He put his arms out in front of him, and when he reached her he slowly let them winde around her shaking form.

She tensed as he held her but did not pull away. His arms grew tighter in the embrace, bringing her closer to him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered into her ear. Suddenly an especially harsh sob wracked her whole body, and she leaned into him, her head fell into his shoulder and she left it there. Her arms came up and around him and her hands grasped the fabric of his shirt tightly. Finally, she let herself go and just cried into the shoulder of the boy she had tried to do nothing but hate, as the baby was left sitting on the bed, forgotten. She released all of her bottled up emotions, sadness, anger, disappointment, and most recent humiliations and whatever else was there that didn't need to be. It all came up and out of her through wracking sobs of anguish.

And the one there with comfort was the person she made herself despise.

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A/N: Wheeeeeee!

Well...I ended up using what like...8 reviews told me to do
There was only so many places to take the story.
And I went with the crowdpleaser xD
I hope you liked the...dun dun DUUUUUUN!
SECOND cliff-hanger!
sorta...
uhm...cough...yeah.
Next comes the sleepover, and some realizations of feelings.
Yeah... :waggles eyebrows:You shall see! thanks for reading :D