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Chapter Three: Having An Itachi Causes Problems!

Sakura didn't know what exactly to expect. She surely didn't expect this! Her whole kitchen was a total disaster!

Her microwave's door was agape with who knows what inside. Her toaster had a small dish where the bread was suppose to go. Food was splattered in every single wall making it difficult to figure out what food it is exactly. Dirty dishes adorned her not so big sink.

She sighed at the scene. Now she had lots of cleaning to do. She headed towards her room when suddenly the restroom's door opened letting the hot vapor embrace her form and escape to the rest of her small apartment. She saw a dark figure in the entrance. Ah, yes. She had forgotten about the annoying man; Itachi.

Few moments later, the vapor cleared out letting Itachi's form be seen clearer. Sakura's emerald green eyes widened at the sight.

There stood Itachi half naked. A black towel —that looked fluffier on him— was wrapped around his waist covering his lower part of his muscular body. As for the other half, the still hot water rinsed down Itachi's well toned chest. The droplets of water would keep raining down to his nice and define abs. His hair was already tied up on the same low ponytail at the nape, but water still dropped from it making him look even more sexier and mouthwatering.

Itachi felt someone come in. So as soon as he finished showering he opened the door to make sure it wasn't anyone else other than the hotheaded girl Sakura. He raised his eyebrow when he noticed her looking at his chest rather than his face. Then he smirked. It was fun messing with her.

"Like what you see, Sakura?" he purred, caressing her name with his velvety voice.

His voice startle her. So as soon as she heard it she jumped slightly few centimeters from the tiled floor. She met his onyx eyes and then glared. "Don't blame me, Uchiha. It's not like I haven't seen anyone like you. Don't be pompous. Besides if it were to be another girl she would be freaking out and be crawling her way towards you." Ah, that, indeed was true.

She was heading to her room again until she remembered something. "Itachi? Why was my kitchen a mess?"

Itachi stared down at her. "I tried to cook myself something. I didn't know how to use some items as you seemed to have noticed. I was going to clean it after I cleaned myself as well," he stated impassively.

Sakura then remembered something else. "Which clothes are you going to wear?"

He shrugged, "The ones that I have."

"Where are they at?"

"In the other spare room you have."

Sakura walked to the guest room. Yes, she had one. Even though no one visited her. As she entered in the search of the man's clothing she finally, for the first time, noticed Itachi's clothes. He had a black cloak that was adorned with red clouds. His pants were black as well as his fish net shirt and his other spare shirt.

Sakura frowned what seemed to be her thousand time that day. Itachi was certainly not going to be wearing this again.

She left the room and headed to the one where her parents used to stay at. As soon as she entered dust attacked her. Waving off some of it she walked to the middle of the room where dusty brown boxes stood. She looked for the one that had labeled DAD in big red letters. As soon as she found it she opened it flawlessly. She rummaged through the box until she found some clothes that would fit Itachi.

She stood up and dusted off the dust from her jeans. "I need to clean this room…" she thought as she closed the door behind her with a soft thud sound. Her father's clothes could fit Itachi… or so she hoped. Itachi was just taller and leaner and more muscular and… Well you get the point! Why was she over thinking this anyway? It must be stress. Yes. That was the one thing to blame.

Sakura finally reached for what now was Itachi's room and barged in without warning. She had totally forgotten that the Uchiha had barely gotten out of the shower.

So yes, ladies and gentlemen. Sakura Haruno got caught staring —again— at Itachi's form. Oh, but this time let us say that he lacked clothing…

OK! YES! HE, INDEED, WAS TOTALLY NAKED! THERE! HAPPY?

Sakura felt all the blood rushed to her once pale face. She was so embarrassed! But she still made no action of leaving the man do his business. She was petrified in place scrutinizing his body. Itachi just stared at her, waiting for her to leave screaming her lungs out or just simply faint. She did neither. She was different.

Sakura swiftly turned around to face the open door, pink, short strands of hair slapping the sides of her face due to her fast movement. "I'm so sorry Itachi! I didn't meant to do that!" She then remembered the clothes on her hands. "H-here! I brought you some clothes! I hope they fit! I'll wash the ones you have!"

Itachi was now waiting for her to give him the clothes, which she wasn't… "Sakura. Do you mind giving me the clothes then?"

Even though she wasn't looking at him she could actually hear the bastard smirk in amusement. He was enjoying her embarrassment!

"That bastard!"

In a swift move, she threw the clothes to him without even turning around.

"Sorry!" She left as quickly as she could trying her hardest to blind her eyes from the images that flashed through her poor, virgin mind.

~Later~

Itachi walked inside the kitchen, the smell of miso soup filling his nostrils. He noticed that the kitchen no longer was a mess just like he had left it minutes ago. Sakura felt his presence and turned to face him, with everything forgotten about what had happened earlier.

"I see they fit you."

Itachi nodded. He had also noticed that the clothes were man's clothes of course, but he hadn't seen anyone else besides Sakura here.

"Who's are they?" he inquired while his eyes traveled to the hot pot with miso soup on the stove.

Sakura placed a plate with miso soup on the table and motioned for Itachi to sit down. "They used to belong to my father." Itachi stayed silent allowing her to continue.

"My parents died when I was pretty young… so I have been living by myself since then…" she trailed off, lost in her own personal world.

"Hn."

"Anyways, I've been thinking. My day off is tomorrow, so I planned out what we're going to do."

Itachi raised an elegant eyebrow. "We..?"

"We're going to go shop for some clothes for you. You know, so you won't have to wear those." She waved her hand towards the direction of Itachi or more specifically to the clothes he was wearing.

He glared. "What's wrong with my clothing choice?"

Sakura shook her head. "Nothing, but you did mention that you plan on staying longer, right? So we have to buy you some clothes."

Itachi's glare returned to a stoic face. She had a point. "Fine." And with that said, he blocked all his surroundings and only paid attention to his delicious, overwhelming food.

Sakura left the kitchen rapidly. She was so tired after cooking the miso soup along with cleaning her flimsy kitchen. All she wanted to do at the moment was to go to sleep in her soft and warm bed.

~Next Day~

Sakura had woken up extra early to get ready. She took her quick shower and prepared breakfast for both her and Itachi. She placed pancakes in the middle of the table for them to share. She had made too many, of course, she didn't know how many he would want and she had never had a visitor before.

As soon as she placed two cups of milk on the table, Itachi came in from the front door startling her. "Itachi? Where are you coming from?"

He stopped in front of the kitchen table. "Training."

"Training? Where?"

He shrugged. "The park."

Sakura's eyes widened. "You didn't attract attention now, did you?"

"No."

Sakura sighed. She didn't even noticed she was holding her breath. "Ok, let's eat and then we're going to the mall."

Itachi stared at her blankly. "Mall?"

Sakura nodded pouring syrup on her pancakes. "It's a place where they have lots and lots of stores all together in one. You'll see what I mean."

Itachi nodded and he too started to eat pancakes after he washed his hands.

~At The Mall~

There were people all around the place. Some foreign, others were from there, and some visiting. Various lights decorated each store making themselves unique from others. Exquisite items decorated every store. Items Itachi himself had never seen before. Oh, but the thing both him and Sakura noticed the most were the fan girls.

Blondes, brunets, red-heads, black haired ones, short, tall, chubby, and skinny were all ogling at Itachi.

He hated it. Even back in Konoha he had some fan girls, but in the mall he felt trapped! He couldn't just use his techniques on them! He frowned. Oh, how he wished to you his sharingan on them! He then started imagining them suffering with his power. He smirked at his evil thoughts.

Sakura stopped in the entrance of a store called Hot Topic. "Itachi, how about here first?"

Itachi was brought back to the real world as he herd Sakura's voice. Damn, he was burning some of them with Amaterasu. He turned to the store that Sakura was looking at the moment.

Oh, no she doesn't! He is in no way going inside there! He almost shivered at all the items that were in display. Now who the bloody sharingan would wear stuff like that! Is that… does that even manages to cover someone? He thinks not! Humans in this world sure are bizarre.

Itachi glared at Sakura. "You don't expect me to go inside that store with you, do you?"

Sakura shook her head. "Nope. You are going in there alone. I have some business to attend to."

Itachi's glare darkened. But of course he didn't want to go back inside the box so called a TV.

He relaxed his glare into a frown and walked inside the store, black eyes concentrating on avoiding fan girls.

"I'll be back for you in a bit!" Sakura shouted as she turned around and headed to who knows where.

~With Sakura~

Sakura had left the mall thirty minutes ago. She had to do something really important that implied in Itachi as well.

She walked to the murky alley and came to a stop at a door that looked like the brick walls that surrounded it.

She knocked slightly.

No answer.

"This is Haruno," she said it low but loud enough for the person inside to hear.

The door slowly opened making a screeching sound due to its old age. "Haruno?"

"Yes. Sakura Haruno."

The door the was opened even wider revealing a short, dark man with dark, brown, grayish hair. He smiled as soon as he saw Sakura.

"Hello there. It has been a long time since I saw you kid. Since Haruno-sama… last came…" he trailed off looking at nothing in particular.

Sakura bowed smiling. "Glad you remembered. If you wouldn't have I might have been shot."

The man snorted. "True. Anyways what brings you here? I never imagined to see you again."

"Well I have a favor to ask. Do you still do fake IDs, birth certificates and stuff?"

The man raised his short eyebrow from plain curiosity. "I do. But I don't know why you would want stuff like that?"

Sakura scratched the back of her head nervously. "Well, you see… a friend of mine ran away from home, and he didn't bring any of his documents with him. So… he would like to get a job and you know… he also lives far away to go get his original ones. Can you please make them for me?" She smiled making wide puppy eyes.

The man stared at her suspiciously. He then sighed. "Fine they will be ready in half an hour, if you want to wait."

Sakura nodded and went inside following the short man that was so nice to her and who couldn't resist her puppy eyes.

~At The Mall… Again~

Itachi glared at the teenage girl that was silently flirting with him. She would wink at him and accidentally brush her hand with his while grabbing the clothes that he was inspecting.

If it was for him, he would of killed the woman, he wouldn't even let her touch him but then again he needed to act normal for his sake!

He almost had it and was about to jump the blond girl until he saw a flash of pink rush into the store.

He walked swiftly to the pink blur leaving the blond behind with a puckered brow. "Sakura." He greeted. He even placed his arm over her shoulder!

He guided the bewildered pink haired girl out the store while he smirked at the blonde's reaction.

Steam was actually coming out of her head!

They were a safe distance away when Itachi let go of the pinkette. She instantly looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "What's wrong with you?"

Itachi glared down at her. It was her fault that he was being ogled by every girl that passed at a fifteen meter radius. But then again, she was saving him from being attacked by all the girls that ogled him from a fifty meter radius.

"Nothing. Are you done with your business?"

"Oh! Yeah, sorry I took long have you gotten any…" ,she looked to his sides, "…clothes?"

"Of course not. I don't like the taste of these humans. Aren't there any plain clothes?"

Sakura thought about it. They were at the mall right now. Almost all the clothes had their logo on their shirts, such as Hollister and American Eagle.

But he didn't have to get clothes from here right?

"Fine. Let's go to Walmart then." She finished with a genuine smile. She saw some of the fan girls burn in jealousy. Oh, if they only knew how he really was.

~At Walmart~

Both Sakura and Itachi were at the men's section in Walmart. Itachi felt more cozy here. Yes. Fan girls still looked at him but they wouldn't go near him. Also the clothes here were normal and he liked that.

"I'm finished."

Sakura looked up from the Shonen Jump magazine to meet the Uchiha's gaze. She looked at the bundle of clothes he held. Most shirts were black with the exception of a few ones that were a navy blue. It was the same with the jeans and sweat pants he had.

She mentally shrugged at his taste of clothing. It wasn't like she had a better taste at clothes.

She grabbed a video games magazine and headed to the counter. Once there, she placed her magazine and reached for Itachi's clothes, which he handed them to her gingerly. The cashier girl had scanned the items in a flash with her expert hands.

Sakura waited for the short girl around her age to tell her how much she would have to pay, but the girl never said anything. Nor even saw her. She was to preoccupied gaping at Itachi. Sakura waited, still…

Itachi was getting desperate. He wanted to leave now, and this girl wasn't making it easier. So he did what he had to do.

"Look, little girl. We have really important stuff to do. So if you don't mind doing your job right I'll have to go speak with your manager. So if you don't mind, please don't be more of a disturbance than what you already have been."

Even though he stated them coolly the words sounded sinister.

"Th- That w- will be… a t-total of twenty-one hundred yen…"

Sakura barely manage to hear her murmur. She took the money and handed it with a smile an I'm-so-sorry-for-what-just-happened smile.

With that, both her and Itachi left the store rather quickly. Sakura didn't even noticed she was holding her breath until they were walking on the crammed parking lot.

"What the hell?" Sakura yelled while eyeing the man next to her.

He just looked at her from the corner of his eyes. "I simply taught her a lesson."

"Just taught her a lesson? She looked like a zombie! Her body was there but her mind seemed to be elsewhere! Her gaze was no longer there as well! I wouldn't be surprise if tonight in the news they pass a documentary saying 'Teenage girl suicides after being told she was a disturbance by the man of her dreams. Friends of hers said that they notice a drastically change of her behavior after assisting a man with dark black hair and a teenager with pink hair'."

She then grimace. "Uchiha, if I find cops neighboring my apartment I will make sure to kick you so hard that you're going to think you started your period!"

Itachi frowned. How was she going to hit him in order to make him bleed that bad? "Don't think you're the only one with pink hair in this world. And if you dare touch me, I'll make sure you never play your video games," with that said he finished smirking at her reaction.

Sakura's eyes widened. Instinct made her hide her arms behind her back. She then noticed the Uchiha's smirk. She glared at him.

She composed herself remembering what she had planned for him tomorrow. She inwardly smiled a mischievous smile. Oh what awaited him!

Itachi noticed her fast composure. She wasn't showing any emotion, but she couldn't compete with the master of impassiveness. That is why he noticed the shining glint that adorned her emerald eyes.

He didn't know what it was for, but he knew he had to be careful.

Finished editing this chapter. Not a lot of change in the plot but in grammar.

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