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thoughts

inner thoughts

As soon as I walk through the door: "I've been really tryin', baby." Oh god... HA! This is great! Why Itachi...why?

"Oh, sorry about that Sasu-chan and Saku-chan." I watch Itachi skip through the room to the large stereo blasting "Let's Get It On". "I just...wanted...uhm...to...uhm...SASU-CHAN MADE ME DO IT!" I raise my eyebrow and look at Sasuke.

"Yeah, like I would do that." The smallest hint of blush colors his pale cheeks. I giggle and punch him in the shoulder. "Now what was that for?"

"For being a idiot!" I smile a big toothy grin and watch Itachi grow hearts in his eyes. "So you want me to stay?" Itachi nods his head vigorously. "Well, where will I sleep? Plus, I need to get my dress from my house."

"I already have that taken care of. The dress is in the guest bedroom. You have such nice parents!" Itachi floats away into the kitchen. He just...floated...? Yeah, your babies aren't going to end up like their uncle though. Whoa! Where did this talk of babies come from? It's always happened, you've just never noticed. The thought of babies, the process of babies mainly, brightens my cheeks with a deep red.

"You look like a tomato." I watch Sasuke lick his lips. Those lips that just seem to drag me in. Almost as if they caught me on a hook. I shake the blush off of my face.

"Yeah, well you look like...uhm...something!" I stick my tongue out towards him. "I'm tired, so I'm going to hit the sack." I bite my lower lip.

"Oh, uhm alright, let me show you where it is." Sasuke takes my hand and walks me to the guest bedroom. "And down the hall to the left is the bathroom." I give him a smile and peck his cheek. Sasuke gives me a confused look.

"Thanks." I walk in and close the door. "This looks cozy." The room was basic white with a dresser, a night stand and a queen bed. It could pass for a hotel room. I take off my jacket and let it hit the floor. My phone rings and I pick it up:

"Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm across the street. You know that."

"Oh, my bad! Listen honey, about the divorce-"

"Yeah, yeah, it's all my fault."

"No, honey, it was my fault. Who knew that your father never liked my cooking?"

"I knew. Mom, listen I ha-"
"I'm very sorry that we never treated you right. It's just that we didn't want you to go down the same road we did. I mean, we broke the law every 5 seconds when we were your age. But you've proven us wrong. And now that you have that hunk across the street, I can only imagine the babies you two will make."

"B-Babies? Mom, we-"

"No no. It's okay. I love you very much dear, be sure to take pictures for us!"

"Mo-"

"And she hung up." I plop myself onto the bed and close my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

I look into a mirror and see that my reflection isn't matching my movements nor is she even wearing the same outfit. I'm wearing a white flowing dress with my hair up into a pony tail, and my reflection had a nose ring, her hair teased, and is wearing a tight fitting red dress.

"Hello?" I wave my hand and watch my reflection roll her eyes.

"You know, you do know me." I raise my eyebrows and my reflection rolls her eyes again. "It's the person you've been talking to mentally. Yourself? Is this ringing any bells?"

I nod my head. "Yes, but, why are you in my dream?"

"'Cause I'm here to talk to you about another dream. You know, the one where you were dancing with lover-boy?" I form a small o with my mouth. I watch my reflection purse her lips tightly.

"That dream really confused me. Normally my dreams make sense and this one didn't..."

"Yeah, the dream basically meant you have the hots for Sasuke and you couldn't admit it." I scoff loudly, making the noise echo through my head. "Don't believe me? If I didn't come here you would have woken up a sticky mess."

I widen my eyes at the thought of what could have happened. "So I guess you are right. But I still don't think that I like him, I mean, it's impossible." My reflection gives me a look that says 'yeah-you-keep-telling-yourself-that'.

"Girl, you are head over heels. Trust me, the way you look at him, the way you think about him. It's love girl."

"I agree." I look over to my left and see Sasuke.

I wake up to my body being shaken by a rough force.

"SAKU-CHAN! PLEASE WAKE UP!"

"I'm up, I'm up!" I frantically look around only to find Itachi dressed in a cat suit, sombrero, and a handle bar mustache. "Senor kitty? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I live here. Plus it's almost time for the dance!" I catapult myself out of bed and start shoving Itachi out of the room until I look at the clock: 5:34 AM. I glare at him, mentally throwing daggers into his soul. Bloody hell! I will murder him... Whoa, whoa! No need to do that to the uncle of your babies! I wouldn't really kill him. Just torture him for a week. We both know you aren't that cruel. Yeah...

"Itachi, why would you wake me up at this ungodly hour?" Itachi just shrugs his shoulders and I roll my eyes after I let out a sigh. "Okay, since I'm up, might as well stay up." Itachi jumps with joy squealing like a Sasuke fan-girl.

"Yay! Saku-chan, you won't regret this!" He grabs my wrist and drags me out of the room. I watch his pony tail sway as he runs into the game room. "Game time! What do you want to play?"

I look through the selection of games and motion my hand to a game of monopoly. Itachi lets out a screech until I retreat my hand from the game. I then move my hand towards Twister. This time Itachi's squeal is out of joy. I remove the game from the pile and start to set up. I hear a clearing of the throat at the entrance.

"Mind telling me why Itachi is screaming in a cat suit with you at six in the morning?" I look over to see Sasuke in just a pair of pajama pants. His bare chest glistening with sweat. Answer his question numskull!

"I-Itachi just wanted to play a game. You want to play Twister?" Sasuke nods his head and walks over to the place mat.

"I want to spin!" This means that Sasuke and I have to play...

After hours of eating, watching movies, playing games, and watching Itachi be himself, it was finally time to get ready.

"Itachi, can you do my hair?" I walk out of the bathroom in the black dress and wet hair.

"Sure thing sugah pie!" I cringe at the ridiculous name. I watch in the mirror as Itachi curls my hair with precision. Each curl was intricate and well done. Itachi starts to braid the curls into a fish tail braid when Sasuke comes in.

"Oh sorry, I didn't see that you were in here." A blush creeps on my cheeks and Itachi finishes the braid.

I quickly apply make-up very lightly to keep the brightness of my eyes and walk out of the bathroom, amazed at how marvelous Sasuke looks in a dress shirt. Make that, a black dress shirt with a red bow tie.

"What do you have behind your back?" I motion to his arms.

"Oh, just, something to go with your dress." He takes out a corsage from behind. It was pink and red and just beautiful.

"Sasuke...wow, this is..." I watch as he puts the corsage onto my wrist.

A/N: Look, I know, I've neglected you guys. I deserve my punishment. It was just so hard to write this chapter and i have no idea why. Sadly the next chapter is the last. But it will be the longest! I really want to thank those who have reviewed and favorited this as well as add this on their alerts. It really means a lot to me. Please look on my profile to see what else is coming up on my list of stories :) trust me I already have plenty of ideas