Wow. I never expected I'd get so many reviews and alerts. Thank you so much. I read all of your reviews! I'm sorry if it's not that well written or sounds different, I just wrote that first chapter one or two months ago, and my writing style seems to have changed. Either way, I hope you enjoy the next chapter of "A Mother's Intuition: Crushes"

''Oka-San. How do I make him like me back?''

It had been a couple weeks since Itachi's first encounter with the precious fox. In that period of time, Mikoto had worked together with her son and come up with an excellent plan to capture Naruto's heart.

"Oka-san. Could we go over the plan one more time? I want it to be perfect."

Mikoto gently placed her hand on Itachi's shoulder and squeezed. It was a foreign but reassuring gesture. Naruto was coming over again today and Mikoto could practically hear the gears turning in her sons head. He was an extremely intelligent 14 year old, being captain of the Anbu and saving the leaf village from destruction by none other than Madara Uchiha. She imagined he must be running through every possible outcome.

"There's no need, Itachi. Everything will work out perfectly. I promise." She smiled, as a knock came from the door. At that moment, Itachi's heart pounded so fast that he had to sit with his head between his knees to keep from fainting. He heard his mother open the door, Naruto's greeting and then his mothers, and quick footsteps heading into Sasuke's room.

"Itachi-sama? What are you doing on the floor?" Itachi grimaced and looked up from the floor. How would he explain to his fox that he liked him so much it hurt to breath? Itachi settled for a semi-truthful answer.

"M-my heart hurts." He heard some shuffling, then a strange warmth on his chest. He looked down and saw a small tanned hand resting on his chest. 'NARUTO'S TOUCHING ME. WHAT DO I DO? WHAT DO I DO?'

Naruto grinned childishly at the now crimson Itachi.

"Why are you blushing," He teased, "I'm only doing what Shikamaru's mom did when he was feeling sick! Though she put her hand on his forehead... and why is your heart beating so fast?"

Itachi just stayed quiet and ignored the color in his cheeks. Correction, his whole face was burning. They sat there in silence until footsteps were heard, and an angry Sasuke emerged, followed by Mikoto. Mikoto's facial expression could practically be read, 'I'm sorry. I tried to buy you as much time as possible.' Though when she saw the position Naruto and her son were in, she was beaming.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, NII-SAN." Sasuke yelled, running towards Naruto and pulling him away from his older brother. Sasuke gave him one last glare, before dragging Naruto to his room.

Itachi stared after his ray of sunshine before looking back at his mother. She was holding in laughter, but since she was a Uchiha, who were trained to repress a lot of things, Mikoto was able to do so successfully.

"What were you doing?" She tugged her son towards the study. Although she didn't expect many answers, she kept asking questions.

"What was HE doing?"

"What did you talk about?"

"Why were you blushing?"

"What happened to the plan?"

Itachi sighed before answering his mother's incessant questions. "I was sitting on the floor because my heart was beating so fast. He put his hand on my heart, to make me feel better. We didn't talk much. Why do you think I was blushing? I was in such close proximity of my... crush. I never even thought about the plan."

Upon hearing her son's answers, Mikoto stopped outside of the study. Turning slowly around, she examined her oldest son. He had actually answered her questions. Which he hadn't done in what, six years?

"You answered my questions." Itachi frowned. His mother was most definitely going crazy.

"And?" He asked. Mikoto watched him for a couple seconds, before a smile crept onto her face. His love for Naruto was changing him in positive ways already.

"And nothing. I was just surprised." She answered, sliding the door to the study open. Itachi stepped inside and settled himself on the floor, while his mother got comfortable in his father's chair.

"Alright," She started, "Tell me everything."

Itachi was now lying on his bed. He couldn't sleep, his mind was torturing him. He quietly sat up and looked down at his chest. The skin that Naruto had touched was still tingling. Naruto-kun was his first crush, and he felt strangely attached to the fox boy.

Itachi considered what everyone's reactions would be if he told them he liked Naruto. His fan girls would attack Naruto, his Anbu team would tease him, and the villagers would most likely reprimand Itachi for even looking at the Jinchuuriki. In other words, his reputation would be ruined. Itachi sighed and lay back down. He knew what liking Naruto would mean, and it was stressing him. To Itachi, this amount of stress was normal, but to an average 14 year old boy, they would be committing suicide before you could say, "Relax!"

Itachi pulled the covers over his head and tensed almost every muscle in his body. This was his way of relieving stress. After about a half hour, he relaxed his muscles and got into a comfortable position before falling into a deep slumber. He had cleared his mind of all thoughts before falling asleep, but one thought seemed to have survived.

"Not once did Naruto even mention Sasuke while he was with me."