-Sighs- I really wish this chapter would have turned out better. I'm sorry it's so boring and everything. You see, the more I write of a story, the worse it gets. I have problems with story writing, obviously. Also, I included a bit of health knowledge in this chapter...because I for some bizarre reason like learing about the body and how it works. -Shrugs- Don't ask why, I don't know. Maybe because my step mom is a nurse? Well, anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter, the story will get more interesting soon, don't worry!

-Chapter Seven-

"Dang it!" Hinata almost shouted. Her pale fist landed on the dinner table. "We only need one more point to win! I know you can win this for us, Sakura!" When the woman sitting two seats down the table from her did not respond, Hinata leaned forward and narrowed her eyes when she saw the woman. "Sakura!"

The pink-haired kunoichi was slouched down in her seat, her long bubble gum colored hair covering her face. Everyone at the table was now staring at her. Itachi was beaming because she was his opponent at the moment. Mikoto pinched Sakura's arm, causing the woman to jerk her head up and look around. To get the sleep out of her eyes, she blinked a couple of times. Although she had been playing the game with everyone before she had fallen asleep, she had no clue what was going on.

"Huh?" she hummed, sitting up in the wooden chair.

"It's your turn!" Mikoto exclaimed, giving her a slap on the back. "If you get us one more point we'll win! But, if Itachi gets them this point, they'll win." Sakura nodded, becoming fully alert of what was going on. She just couldn't let the men win this game.

Fugaku pulled a card out of the box and scanned it quickly before reading it out loud. "How does the diaphragm help to bring air into the lungs?"

It was Sakura's turn to beam. Everyone knew that Itachi knew very little when it came to health and medical information. Sakura was lucky though, she had studied in the medical field for years. Mikoto and Hinata were already celebrating by giving each other high fives. Fugaku and Sasuke were slowly sliding down on their chairs, probably picturing the card bursting into flames so that they would have to ask another question.

Itachi had the most concentrated look on his face. He knew he didn't know the answer. Everyone knew he didn't know the answer. Sakura sat there, staring at him, waiting for him to admit that he had no clue what the answer was.

"I don't know," the man finally admitted, frowning sadly as he stared at the table. Fugaku looked at Sakura as she correctly answered the question, the women winning the game.

"The thoracic cavity expands and air rushes in to fill the empty space." Without having to tell Sakura that she was correct, he placed that card back in the box and sighed. The three men were now sulking. Each and every time the six of them got together and played this game the women always won. The men kept claiming that the winning streak would end soon enough, but of course, they're always wrong.

"Sakura?" Hinata suddenly asked. "Do you know everything?"

"Yes." The one word made Hinata snicker. It was true, Sakura knew everything, but not only she knew everything, Mikoto and Hinata also did. The men couldn't figure it out. They had gone to the same school as the three women, yet the women knew everything they didn't.

"I know a lot of stuff too," Itachi snorted, crossing his arms with a pouty expression. Mikoto raised an eyebrow.

"Then what are the two major parts of the Central Nervous System, Mr. Know-It-All?" the woman asked. When Itachi shrugged, she directed her gaze to Sasuke. "Mr. Know-It-All number two?" He also shrugged. She didn't even bother to ask her own husband.

"The brain and spinal cord," Hinata answered. "The Central Nervous System controls your behavior." The three woman exchanged knowing smiles while the three men grumbling and slid down even further on their chairs.

Just when everything had become silent, Sakura started having a coughing fit. Mikoto rested a hand on her arm and looked at her with sympathy in her eyes. "Come on, I'll get you some medicine and take you upstairs. You need to rest." Sasuke raised his hand to cover his mouth and purposely started coughing. Mikoto snapped her head to the side and glared at him. "Shut up!"

Sakura stuck her tongue out at him while Mikoto had her head turned but immediately smiled innocently when she turned her head back around to look at Sakura. The immature side of Sakura would never die, everyone knew that.

"My head and my stomach hurt, mom," Sakura whined. "My throat hurts too." Only Mikoto would fall for an act like that. The other four people rolled their eyes as the two made their way out of the room after grabbing some medicine.

"Hinata, I'm so hungry," Fugaku said using Sakura's whiny voice. The woman first looked at him with sympathy, then with rage.

"Make your own food!" And with that, she stomped out of the room and into the dim living room. After plopping down onto the couch, the pregnant woman groaned, realizing that she was also hungry. She was craving something out of the ordinary. Pickles? Ice cream? She wasn't sure what exactly it was that she was craving for.

This was starting to bother her. Whatever she was craving was starting to make her mouth water. What was it? Something salty? Something sweet? She became frustrated, crossing her arms over her chest and scowling.

It wasn't long before Itachi entered the room and handed her a bowl of macaroni and cheese. Her face lit up, a smile working it's way onto it. Now she knew what she had been craving for.

"Thank you, Itachi," she said softly as he sat down beside her with his own bowl. Once she started eating the cheesy pasta she was delighted. It tasted wonderful! "Did you make this?"

"No, dad made it," Itachi answered. "When you told him to make his own food, he did. You think he did a good job of cooking?" Hinata nodded vigorously and shoveled more into her mouth.

Fugaku walked into the living room a couple of minutes later, patting his full stomach. Hinata bounced up and down as she sat, holding her bowl out. It reminded Fugaku of Itachi and Sasuke when they were younger, bouncing up and down childishly and grinning. "What? Did you want more food?"

"Please?" Hinata pouted.

"Make your own food," Fugaku snorted, giving the woman a taste of her own medicine. He immediately regretted saying those four words. At first her face twisted with fury, then it softened and she eventually started crying. These days, she was so hungry for something good to eat, but she couldn't stand up for very long because her feet were swelling easily from her weight. And she absolutely hated it when someone was mean to her. Her soft sobs turned into loud ones. Sasuke popped his head around the corner to see what was going on. The eldest Uchiha male frowned at her, then sighed. "Wait here, I'll go make some more."