Hello, my lovelies. Here's the second chapter. I hope you enjoy it.

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Oh, and as for ages:

Rookie 9 and Gaara- 18

Temari- 20

Kankuro- 19

Team Gai-19

Itachi- 22

Kakashi and the other sensei- 26

Note- I don't like Sasuke that much. But this won't be a Sasuke-bashing thing, for sure.

Disclaimer- I do not own Naruto.

14/6/2014-Change: DONE. There was a problem with the document, so I just fixed that!

Chapter Two- Disturbing Behavior

It was a bright, beautiful day in the village of Konoha, with the birds chirping, the sun shining and the children playing outside happily, without any disturbances.

"HELP MEEEEE. INOOOO," someone wailed loudly.

Never mind. This is getting a little annoying now-

"Huh? What happened Forehead Girl?" Ino asked, looking at her best friend of fourteen years weirdly, as she entered the Yamanaka's flower shop, Petals and Love. "And stop that, people are looking."

Sakura looked at her tall blonde friend who, with baby blue eyes, dressed in a casual purple tee with white shorts, still looked like a supermodel. "I have to go to Sasuke's for dinner tonight."

"So? Please don't tell you had a relapse. Honey, Sasuke's nice to look at, but we're still not sure if he likes girls."

"What? He likes girls! And, it's not about the younger brother. It's about the elder one. Who will probably be there tonight."

Insert long pause.

"Okay, first, I'll need proof to believe Sasuke's not gay. And next- are you talking about the brother you've been crushing for the past TWO years? Itachi-Taichou?" Ino smirked.

"I am not crushing on him. I just admire him. He IS one of the best shinobi in our village." Sakura said grumpily.

"So are you. As for Itachi, yes he's definitely one of the best-looking shinobi in our village," Ino sighed dreamily.

"That is NOT what I meant."

"That doesn't change the fact that it's true."

"I didn't come here to argue with you, piggy! I need-" She choked a little. "Fashion advice. Please say yes. I'm freaking out so badly, I can't even think straight," Sakura pleaded.

"Forehead, you've got a great fashion sense. Well, most of the time. I still don't agree with that yellow skirt. But never mind that, WHY are you so nervous?" Ino asked in an exasperated tone.

"Let me tell you, I got like fifty compliments on that. As for being nervous, you seem to have forgotten about Fugaku-Sama. You know, the head of the Uchiha clan, the man with the beautiful wife and children and the man whose eyes are like an x-ray machine," said Sakura while rolling her eyes. "He scans you every time he looks at you. His eyes pierce through you, branding you with the title, 'lowly peasant'."

"Your fanboys would compliment you even if you're wearing rags." Ino snickered. "Oh don't exaggerate. He loves you. Mikoto-Sama said so herself."

"Yes, Ino. MIKOTO-SAMA said that."

The stared at each other before sighing.

"Okay, let's go decide what you're going to wear tonight!" Ino cheered happily.

"Hey, st-stop dragging me!"

Uchiha Household, 3:00 pm.

Uchiha Itachi waltzed into the kitchen, and sniffed (discreetly) at the wonderful aroma spread all over the room. Itachi was tall, with his long, smooth dark hair tied into a ponytail at the nape of his neck, and had calculative, sharp onyx eyes. While Itachi and Sasuke did look alike, it was universally acknowledged that Itachi was the better looking sibling.

"Mother? What's the occasion?"

"Oh, Itachi! Welcome home," Mikoto smiled at her elder son. "Sakura-Chan and Naruto-Chan are coming over for dinner tonight."

'Sakura, huh?' Itachi smirked inwardly. "That's nice. Will Father be present as well?"

"Of course. I told him he should be there, or no touching me for two weeks!" Mikoto giggled like a school girl.

"…"

"Itachi..?"

"Yes, well- I have some important matters to attend to. I'll be back in time for dinner." Itachi turned abruptly and left the house, looking rather nauseous.

'Did I say something wrong?' Mikoto wondered, confused by her son's actions. 'Men.'

Haruno Sakura's apartment, 4:00 pm.

Sakura sighed and munched on her apple quietly, thinking. Ino had left about fifteen minutes back, after they finally decided on her outfit for tonight.

'You want to impress Itachi-kun, don't you? That's why you were so particular about what you want to wear.' Inner Sakura grinned evilly.

'Of course not! The dinner's going to be very formal. I have to dress nicely. It's one of the important rules mentioned in…How to dress for dinner at the Uchiha's' Sakura thought nervously.

'What the hell is that? That is definitely not a book.'

'What do you know? You live in my head, so shut up. Unless you want to disappear.'

'Fine, fine. Wait, you can't-'

*Knock knock*

"Coming," Sakura put her apple down and jumped off the couch.

She opened the door and almost slammed it back shut. 'Maybe I should. Maybe it'll hit him in the head and ruin that flawless face.'

Because at her door, standing like it was perfectly normal for him to be there, was Uchiha Itachi.

"Why, hello my lovely Blossom."

"Nice try," Sakura deadpanned, left eyebrow twitching subtly. Well, subtly for a normal person. The clone pouted- that pout looks familiar-and poofed away. She rolled her eyes and started to close the door when someone called out to her. She looked up to see the real Itachi standing at the top of the staircase.

"Oh, hello Itachi-san."

"Hello," He greeted back as a walked to stand in front of her. Sakura cleared her throat nervously as she waited for him to say something. He raised one brow and looked at the door as if to say, 'Aren't you going to invite me in?'

"Oh-Um, sorry. Come in, please."

Itachi made his way into her living room, pleasantly surprised to feel a sense of warmth wash over him. 'Well, it is Sakura's apartment after all' he thought fondly. He met Sakura officially when it was his ANBU squad's turn to attend a med class. After it was discovered that quite a few of the members only knew the most basic medical jutsu, Sakura-as he came to know later on-suggested they hold classes of sorts to make sure they at least knew how to deal with the most common but serious injuries. After the one week class, it would be up to the members to decide whether or not they wanted to continue learning. Itachi had chosen to continue. A few months after that, Sakura had accompanied his squad on a mission.

"So I heard you and Uzumaki are coming over for dinner tonight." Itachi said while letting his eyes roam all over the room without making it too obvious.

"You heard right. Mikoto-san will be making fried chicken," Sakura said, suddenly excited.

Itachi tried hard not to smile. "Is that so? You seem to be very…enthusiastic all of a sudden. Do you like that dish?"

"Of course! Its super-delicious, wonderful, amazing, BEAUTIFUL. It's the best dish in the WORLD." Sakura rambled happily.

'So my mother's fried chicken is her favorite...'

"Um, Itachi-san. Why exactly did you come to my apartment?"

"I'm glad. Anyway, I came to tell you that we have a mission tomorrow morning. I needed a medic for this mission, therefore I requested you. I only want the best, after all."

Sakura grinned. "Got it, Taichou."

He coughed suddenly-to cover up his chuckle-and nodded. "Good. We leave at eight. Be ready."

"Hai."

"Oh, and Sakura?" Itachi paused at her door, with Sakura right behind him. 'It's now or never. Shisui, if you were wrong I swear to God I'll-'

"Ye-" Sakura broke off the moment Itachi started leaning down towards her.

'Holy Shit.'

'Is he going to-'

Done for today. Must eat now.

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Thank you.