I decided against a purse since we will most likely be gone pretty late into the night. I stuffed my needed amount of money into my front pocket. To my unknown disappointment we did not run into Itachi on the way out.

Ichiraku had the same warm atmosphere and smell as always. We found Naruto and Kakashi sitting at a table in the corner. Naruto waved us over ecstatically. Hinata bounced over and I followed solemnly behind. I should have just stayed home.

Stupid Sakura, stupid.

Aw come on girl, don't beat yourself up over it.

I took a seat next to Kakashi. He looked over at me and smiled.

"I see you made it."

"I guess so."

I mostly stayed quiet as they all chatted about. I barely ate; spent most the time just swirling the noodles around in circles with my fork. I chuckled slightly at Naruto as he slurped his down making a mess. Hinata sighed at him, cleaning some up slightly. Whenever those two got together nobody else was in the room. I rested my head on one hand looking back at the bowl.

"You seem enthusiastic," Kakashi teased nudging me slightly.

I glared at him. A gesture in which he returned with a clothed smile. "Oh shut up Kakashi."

"I'm wounded. Is that how you talk to an elder?"

"Sorry, maybe I should talk a little louder then," I smirked at him.

His smile dropped and the amusement left his eye. "Jerk."

"Don't start a battle you can't win Kakashi."

He chuckled. "So, you have any plans after this?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about heading to the bookstore. You?"

"Going home. I've got class in the morning."

"Sucker."

"Yeah, yeah. We can't all be lucky college students who get a week off."

"Oh whatever, your vacation is next week when I go back to school."

He smiled at me again. "I know."

"I hope a black cat didn't cross your path on your way over here," I smiled right back at him, hinting that he came here instead of doing his work.

"Eheh…"

"Itach- Mr. Uchiha isn't going to be very happy with you."

"Then give him my apologies," he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"W-Why would I do that?" I asked, dropping my fork by accident.

This action caused Hinata and Naruto to look up. Pulling the money from pocket, I dropped it next to my bowl.

"I'm leaving. It's getting late, I-I still have to go to the bookstore," I said getting up.

"Alright, goodbye Sakura." Hinata said.

"Later."

On my way out I waved goodbye to the manager and his daughter. I was a regular since Naruto and I were friends since elementary school. Naruto's their best customer. I hurried out to my car, getting in and locking the door. I fastened on my seatbelt and put my hands on the top of the wheel. I leaned over it and breathed out heavily. What the hell was wrong with me lately? Just the mere mention of him and I lost control. If there was one thing I hated it was losing control over any situation. Shaking my head I turned on the radio and headed over to my favorite bookstore.

It was a little shop tucked away in a corner, away from the rest of the city life of Konoha. I opened the door and heard the bell jingle above my head. A woman around Kakashi's age came tapping out from the back. She had medium length black hair that was ruffled. Her eyes were a lighter shade of red than Itachi's.

"Sakura!" She exclaimed brightly. "Nice to see you! It's pretty late though. You sure you're okay being out this late?"

I laughed. "Hey Amane. You're the one that should be worried, keeping the shop open when you're already 5 months pregnant!"

She giggled and rubbed her tummy. "Oh, it's alright, Kasuma comes and gets me every night."

"That's good. Got anything new?"

"A little, depends on what you're looking for. You've just about read everything I have in stock." She laughed.

"I don't know. Something distracting?" I asked pulling a book off from the shelf and inspecting the cover.

"Distracting? Having boy troubles dear?"

The book fell from my fingers. I laughed nervously and bent down to pick it up. Amane loomed over me dangerously.

"Who is it?" Terror in her voice.

Uh oh. Mom modes on. Amane had known me since I was little and due to the fact that my parents were absent during most of my childhood, she basically raised me.

"It's no one."

"Is it Sasuke again?"

"No, well yes, but no. He's over."

"Over? That's the first I've heard of it."

"That's because I ended it this morning."

"You're kidding?"

"No, he called me and I think wanted to get back together but I basically hung up on him."

"Oh. Wow. So you're finally moving on huh?" She smiled warmly. "I'm glad to hear that."

"Yeah, me too." I chuckled.

"So who else is in the picture?"

I blushed. "No one!"

"Mmhmm."

There was a jingle at the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. Amane was off my case, at least for now.

"Hello? How may I help you? Oh! Mikoto said she was sending her son! One second, I'll go fetch her book from the back."

"Thank you."

After putting the fallen book back in place I turned around to look down another isle. When I turned, however, I only came face to face with the devil himself.

"Itachi?"

You've got to be kidding me?

He looked at me, equally surprised. "Sakura?" He chuckled. "Well we seem to be seeing each other quite frequently."

"Yes, it seems to have become some sort of habit," I said playing with a curl in my hair.

"Seems to be that way."

What was taking Amane so long? This was too much. How am I supposed to react after what happened earlier? I leaned against a counter that was near him. He reached a hand up and ran it through my hair, causing a shiver to run up my spine. Holding the end of my hair he brought it to his lips. Kissing it softly he glanced up at me. Staring into his eyes I felt my feet glue to the ground. This was bad, this was wrong. He stood back up straight and let the strands slowly fall from his fingers. His gaze never leaving mine. It was only a few seconds more that Amane came back with the book.

"Alright, that'll be…" the voices faded from my head. Thoughts raced through and jumbled together.

"Goodbye Sakura," he said, walking past me out the door.

"Later."

Amane leaned against the counter by me. "You two know each other?"

"Neighbors…and he's my college professor."

She only looked at me and shook her head. "Oh goodness. Good luck honey, you're going to need it."

I looked at her confused for a moment. Deciding to drop it I left the store, bookless, and drove home. School was starting back up again in five days. What was I going to do then?