I followed the rapidly talking Ino into my apartment with a scrawl on my face. Why was I in such a bad mood one might ask? Simple, in two hours Itachi Uchiha was going to show up and apparently I have to go out on a date with him.

After I had gotten home the next day, I had called Ino and told her what had happened. This of course led her to scream in my ear and force me into letting her give me a makeover before he showed up the next day. Why I agreed I still don't know.

I had just finished a shift at the hospital and all I really wanted to do was curl up on the couch and watch T.V. till I fell asleep.

"Come on forehead, Itachi'll be here in two hours, you need to start getting ready!"

I cast one more longing look at my old worn couch before I followed Ino upstairs. My apartment consisted of a living room, connecting dinning room, kitchen, and small half bath on the bottom floor with two bedrooms and a full bath upstairs. I walking into my bedroom and saw Ino unpacking all her torture tools on my vanity. There were flat irons and blush boxes and eyeliners everywhere and already I was feeling sick to my stomach.

"Go get in the shower," Ino instructed and I followed her directions, walking into the bathroom and turning on the hot water. I actually waited for the water to warm up this time, and sighed in contentment as I stepped in and the hot water streaked down my body. I finished cleaning myself and stepped out, rapping a towel around myself before going back into my bedroom were Ino was waiting on my bed reading emails on her phone.

She looked up when I walked in and told me to sit down in front of the vanity. As soon as I sat she went straight to work on face. I could feel the cool slide of the eyeliner as she traced my closed lids and the slight tickle of the blush brush as she dusted my cheeks with it.

When she finished putting on makeup, she blow dried my hair and straightened it before pulling it back into a high ponytail. Then she quickly painted my nails a pretty crimson red color.

"Alright, time to put on the dress," she said happily. Ino walked back over to my bed where a small white dress box was sitting. She pulled off the lid and pulled out a beautiful dress.

"Pig," I said, still mesmerized by the dress, "I can't wear that!"

"Why not? It'll look better on you than it even did on me."

I looked her in the eye and she smiled. Slowly, I got up and she helped me put the dress on without messing up my hair or makeup. She took a pair of heels out of her bag and handed them to me just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it, come down as soon as you're ready," she said. She gave me one last smile before she got up and went to answer the door.

I sat there frozen on the bed, to afraid to look in the mirror. What if I didn't look good? What if- no. Slowly, I stood up and looked in the mirror. I almost didn't recognize the girl looking back at me.

Ino had put a light blush on my face, highlighting my high cheekbones. Then she had traced my eyes with black eyeliner and put light sparkly gold eye shadow on me. A clear sparkly lip gloss finished off the look.

The dress was ivory and had thick straps, on each shoulder, that led down to another thick strap that went right around the top of my chest. The dress was slightly baggy and fell down my body in loose vertical waves until was stopped about an inch above mid thigh by another thick vertical strap. The shoes were a pair of matching ivory four-inch heels with little bows on the toes. I was wearing a fake ivory pearl necklace with matching fake ivory teardrop pearl earrings.

'Man Ino is good!'

'I'll say.'

"Hey forehead! Are you coming or what?" I heard Ino yell from downstairs.

"Coming," I yelled back down quickly. I stood up and grabbed my little ivory clutch off the vanity, having already put a little mirror, my cell phone, my wallet, and my lip-gloss in it. I ran, well ran as fast as you can in four inch heels, down the hallway and down the stairs only to stop when I reached the bottom.

Itachi was standing at the door in a pair of black slacks with a white dress shirt and black shoes, his hair tied in his usual low ponytail.

'He's like an angel,' inner drooled.

'Yeah- wait, no!'

'Oh shut up for once and enjoy the eye candy will yeah?'

I shut my mouth and looked back up at Itachi, who still looked as surprised (well, as surprised as Uchihas get) as I must have. He was the first to snap out of it as he smirked slightly.

"Sakura," he said.

Inner just swooned before she passed out. I forced myself to nod back at him and answered with a quick, "Itachi."

"We should be going, we have a seven-thirty table," he said, turned just slightly to show that we needed to go.

"R-right," I muttered, walking slowly up to him. And turned and gave Ino a little wave, "Bye Ino-pig."

Itachi gently looped his arm through mine and gave it a lite tug, starting my feet.

"Bye forehead girl," Ino called as we walked down the steps to the parking lot were a black stretch limo was waiting.

"Eh, isn't that a bit much for two people?" I asked, looking up at Itachi. Even in four-inch heels I was still a few inches shorter than him.

"Hn," was the only reply I got.

I just rolled my eyes as I sat down in the limo, the driver having already opened the door.

I slid down, making sure to hold my dress as I did, and moved over so that Itachi could sit down as well.

The driver walked back around the car to, well, drive and soon we were being whisked away into midtown Konoha.

It was quiet, to quiet. I kept fidgeting and looking out the window, then looking at Itachi, then back out the window again. How many other girls had he done this for? How many other girls had he whisked away in his fancy limos, only to use them and through them away? I was thinking about how to break the silence when I thought of one thing that had to get Itachi to talk.

"So I gotta know," I said, looking at Itachi. He raised an eyebrow as a sigh for me to continue.

"Who started the whole 'hn' thing?"

Something flashed in Itachi's eyes, was it amusement, before his usual emotionless face returned.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, Sasuke-kun had been doing it since we were five. I've seen your dad do it, your cousin Shisui a couple of times, and pretty much every Uchiha I've ever met. Including you," I said.

"Hn."

I felt my eyebrow twitch.

"Really?" I asked.

The only reply I got was a smirk. I felt my eyebrow twitch again and I glared at him. Despite his god like looks and fancy cars, his attitude was reminding me yet again why I didn't want to go on this date in the first place. He was only doing all of this because he expected to get into my pants at the end of the night so he figured he could just treat me however he wanted.

"You know you can't just 'hn' and smirk at everything," I said, trying to distract myself before I did something I would regret later.

"Oh I disagree," Itachi replied.

"Really?" I asked, not believing him.

"Yes."

"Give me one example where you either 'hn'ed or smirked and it just all worked out for you," I said.

The rest of the drive consisted of us exchanging stories about random things that one of us thought of as a result of the last topic we had discussed. This went on until we got into midtown where my attention slipped away from conversation and to the bright, bustling nightlife of Konoha.

As we pulled up to Kuchinashi, I couldn't help but gasp at the pure grandness of it. The outside was a white marble, with two huge matching marble pillars on either side of two beautifully carved mahogany doors. There was even a freakin' red carpet leading from the sidewalk, up the steps, and to the door. The place screamed rich, expensive, and high society.

"Are you going to gawk or actually go inside?"

I looked up and saw Itachi looking amused at me from outside the limo. I blushed slightly and accepted the hand he held out for me. Almost as soon as I stood up a camera snapped in my face. I blinked a few times and as soon as my vision cleared my eyes widened.

'Holy shit!'

Lining both sides of the carpet were paparazzi. I was this close to turning around and jumping back into the limo when I felt Itachi's hand go from my hand to my waist.

"Don't look at them, just keep walking," Itachi breathed into my ear and I shivered slightly. His hand tightened slightly on my waist and we began the walk to the entrance of the restaurant.

"Itachi!"

"Itachi Uchiha!"

"What are your plans for your next album?"

"Who is that girl you're with?"

"Miss what is you name?"

"Itachi!"

Unconsciously I found myself moving closer to Itachi as we continued up the path to the front doors and as soon as we reached the top I let out a breath I hadn't even known I was holding. Itachi shot me an amused look out of the corner of his eye as one side of his mouth twitched up into a smirk.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from every word. I glared at him and shoved him gently in the side.

"You could have told me that there were going to be paparazzi. I would've brought a paper bag," I mumbled the last part to myself but somehow Itachi still heard me and snorted.

"Don't be dramatic," he said.

I scoffed, "You just say that because you're used to it."

He was now full on smirking as he told the woman at the desk, who was blushing and stuttering while trying to make herself look appealing and completely failing, our names and she took us to our table.

Dinner was actually rather pleasant. The food was amazing. Every bite was like an explosion of flavor in my mouth and Itachi couldn't help but comment more than once my face as we ate. To those comments I would simply point to myself and say 'poor'.

Beyond the food, I was surprised that not only could Itachi keep up with me but he could also come up with intelligent responses as well. Most guys I went out on dates with would just look confused whenever I tried to have an intellectual conversation with them and just sit there dumbly when it was their turn to talk. It was refreshing actually.

When it was time to pay I went to my purse to cover my part of the bill but a hand on my wrist stopped me.

"It's a date Sakura, I'm paying," he told me.

I was about to say something when I actually saw the bill. My eyes nearly fell out of my sockets as I looked at the number scribbled on the bottom. How many zeros were there? I looked back up and saw Itachi smirking. He raised his hand and pointed to himself, "Rich."

I sat there for a second with my mouth open before I shut it and glared at him, crossing my arms over my chest. I could feel the blush heating up my face but despite that I gave him another glare. Although a few seconds later I was helpless to stop the smile creeping its way onto my lips and when I looked, I could see that the corners of Itachi's mouth were twitching up as we made eye contact.

"Jerk," I said as the smile grew on my face.

"Peasant," he said as one side of his mouth curled up.

I put a hand over my mouth and gasped, "Itachi! How could you!"

We were quiet for a second before I started to giggle and Itachi's smirked widened.

The bill came and Itachi paid it quickly and soon we were walking out the door. This time I was ready for the cameras and didn't feel like passing out when we finally made it back to the car.

"What is up with them, do they ever leave?" I asked as I looked out the back window at the hoards of paparazzi standing outside the restaurant.

"A lot of celebrities tend to go there, so there's almost always paparazzi standing outside," Itachi said as I turned back around.

I looked into his endless onyx eyes as I asked, "And it doesn't bother you?"

Itachi just shrugged gracefully and leaned back farther into his seat. "You get used to it."

The rest of the car ride was full of meaningless conversation mainly about work, and before I knew it we were pulling into the parking lot in front of my apartment complex.

The driver opened the door for us and Itachi led me to my door.

"You know, I actually had fun tonight," I said as I unlocked the door. I turned back around and jumped slightly when when I saw how close he had moved to me.

"I had fun to Sakura."

The way my name rolled off his tongue, I felt my knees go weak and watched inner just dissolve into nothingness in the back of my mind.

Almost in slow motion I watched him start to lean in, his lips getting closer and closer to mine. I could hear the alarms going off in my head and I quickly brought my hand my, placing a gentle finger on his sinful lips.

"Ah ah ah, just because I had a good time doesn't mean you're getting into my panties tonight," I said.

His eyes widened. It wasn't everyday Itachi Uchiha was turned down by a girl you know. Slowly, I leaned over and gave him a gently kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight Itachi."

Quickly I turned and stepped into my apartment, shutting the door with a gently click behind me.

Outside, Itachi brought a hand to his cheek where the feel of her lips was still burning on his skin. Slowly, he started to put together that Sakura Haruno was not like any of the other girls he had been with before. But, maybe, that wasn't a bad thing.

Hehe, I'm such a hopeless romantic. Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Cookies! Was it just me or did anyone else think that that ending was really sweet. Sorry, hopeless romantic talking again. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!