A/N: Thank you all for the wonderful responses last chapter. I missed hearing from some of you last chapter so be sure to leave a review. I liked hearing all the theories of what Sakura was going to do to Itachi once she got her hands on him. Many of the comments made me hold my side in laughter and quite a few were dead on with what I 'wanted' her to do. But, with any of my stories I like to keep people guessing. Free cookies if anyone can guess what song is associated with the title of the chapter.

The What Girl?

Chapter 4: Tunnel Vision

Location: Konoha Entertainment Today News Station

(Theme music plays)

"Just when you think the whole Itachi Uchiha and Sakura Haruno situation could get any sweeter then it does. Thank you for joining us this afternoon. I am Kyoko Inoue and this is Entertainment Today Konoha edition.

Our first story of the day is, of course, about our dear Itachi Uchiha. If you missed last night's broadcast, then you have missed the all important announcement of Itachi Uchiha having a relationship with Sakura Haruno. You may be asking yourselves who is this Sakura Haruno.

Well, we have learned more details about the mysterious young woman who has captured Itachi's heart.

The young woman pictured here is Sakura Haruno. She is a 26 year old doctor from Konoha who is highly respected in her field. Not only has she carried on this secret relationship with Itachi for over five years but there are also rumors of a possible proposal! How exciting!

(A picture of Itachi leaving Sakura's home is shown on background screen) This picture was taken over an hour ago of Itachi at Sakura's home. As you can tell by the flowers in his hands that those were for his dear Sakura-chan.

This afternoon we took to the streets and asked passing pedestrians about what they thought of Sakura Haruno. All of the women questioned stated that they would love to be in Sakura's shoes and quite a few men stated the same.

As we continue to find out more about this relationship, we are fairly positive that Sakura Haruno has become Konoha's own version of the American Sweetheart.

We only have this to say to her"

Sakura Haruno, you my dear is one very lucky young woman."

Present Moment:

Location: Ino's House

"Ugh, my whole life is over." One pink haired woman complained to her best friend as they watched the news with wide eyes.

Ino kicked her heels off as she looked over at her best friend who hands covered her face. "Oh come on. It's not that bad. You heard what they said. You're Konoha's Sweetheart!"

Sakura groaned once again as she stood to look out of the window. How she she was supposed to know how much her life would change in a matter of hours?

"Pig, you don't understand. I can't go out into public without my face getting plastered on the screen. Even Tsunade told me to take off until this entire situation calms down."

Ino snorted.

"Forehead, Tsunade wanted you to take time off anyway."

Sakura frowned before a look of pure sadness crossed her features.

"That's not the point, Ino. I love my job. It makes me angry that I am not able to do my job because the paparazzi is stalking me! I don't see how Sasuke could stand it when he was younger."

Silence filled the room as the unsaid question hung in the air.

"Speaking of Sasuke." Ino began.

Sakura closed her mint green eyes as she anticipated what Ino was going to ask.

"I didn't know either, Ino."

"Wow, that was quite surprising though. Sasuke and Naruto huh?"

Sakura stifled a giggle. If she was completely honest with herself then she wasn't surprised about the Sasuke and Naruto thing. In fact, she expected it at some point. After all, how else could you explain the type of tension that existed between the two?

"Forget about Naruto and Saskue, Pig! You need to help me with this situation. I want to actually make it back to my house without the creepy paparazzi being around."

Ino leaned forward and placed her head into the palm of her hand in thought. She had a suggestion but she wasn't sure if Sakura would go for it since it would be counter-intuitive.

"Well, Forehead, you did say Itachi called you earlier..."

Angry green eyes locked with innocent baby blues as the unsaid question hung in the air.

"No."

"Yes."

"Pig, he is the reason why I am in the situation in the first place!"

"Who cares? Sakura you are the most popular female on the planet next the Duchess!"

Sakura rolled her eyes as she watched Ino drift off into her own world.

"Pig, I don't want to be popular! Can't you get that through your fat head!"

Ino pouted before her blue eyes twinkled merrily.

"Aww, come on Forehead. We both know Itachi is quite gorgeous. How about you tell me the real reason why you are so against this?"

Sakura rolled her eyes once again.

"Let me spell this out for you, Pig. I am not interested in Itachi. I am interested in getting my life back! How in the hell was I supposed to know he would use my name like that."

Ino picked at her nail as Sakura's words went in one ear and out the other.

"If anything, this should make you curious as to why he used your name!" Ino retorted as she stood up.

For the first time, Sakura took a moment to ponder Ino's words.

'Why did he use her name anyway?'

"Oooh, I see that I have made my point." Ino cooed.

Sakura growled as she walked away from the window and took a seat next to her best friend.

A moment passed in silence before Ino finally spoke up.

"So, what are you going to do?"

Sakura sighed, defeated.

"Just give me the damn phone."

He could recall on one hand how many times in his life he has been surprised. But, the nothing could stop the look of surprise on his features as she continued to stare down at the picture Shisui had sent only five minutes prior.

In his mind, he recalled the way Sakura looked as a young child of ten when she used to stalk his little brother.

She had been a cute girl at the time.

He remembered the bright green eyes and the happy disposition she used to have. He could recall the many times his little brother shot her down only for her to come back the next day with a smile on her features.

He had called her a resilient little girl but he thought she was slightly idiotic to continue chasing his foolish little brother.

But, as stared down at the picture of the very grown up, very pretty 26 year old Sakura, he was slightly concerned by his reaction.

He had always known that she would grow up the be pretty but this was slightly ridiculous.

Now, he understood what Shisui meant by the statement of him not over-exaggerating her beauty.

She was beautiful.

Stunning, really.

He groaned internally to himself as he thought of the trouble this would bring.

He looked down at his phone once again to will away the image on the screen when his phone rang.

An unidentified number appeared across the screen as he debated on whether or not the answer.

Very few people had his personal number. He could actually count the number of people with his cell number on one hand. Any other calls went straight to Shisui.

As the phone continued to ring, he pushed the nagging thought to the side and pushed the answer button.

He had no idea how much his life would change by just answering that one call.

For that one call was the beginning of the downfall of the stoic mask of Itachi Uchiha.

"Ino, what are you doing?" Sakura grumbled as she sat in front of Ino's bedroom mirror as Ino applied makeup to her pale skin.

"Oh hush, now." Ino grunted, as she continued to apply makeup to Sakura's skin.

"Pig, you have been putting makeup on for more than thirty minutes! It's only dinner. Why are you applying so much makeup?"

Ino paused in applying makeup before she answered.

"Forehead, you have no idea how big of a star Itachi is, do you?"

"He's..."Sakura began before she was swiftly cur off by the blond.

"He is an award winning actor, philanthropist, humanitarian, and all around one of the best looking actors around. Sakura, Itachi is on par with someone close to royalty. He is a quiet, humble man and this is the first time anyone has heard of him being associated with a woman. You don't understand how big this is! By you being the woman he claims to be in love with, you have captured the world's heart. Everyone will be watching your every move waiting on you to mess up, Forehead."

"But, Ino we aren't even a couple." Sakura whined.

"That does not matter. He says you are the one he loves so paparazzi comes along with that since he is famous. He is also a part-time model so the world of fashion will be looking for you to slip up so they could rip you apart."

Sakura remained quiet as the blond continued to apply the eyeshadow to her eyes. She had never given any thought as to what all of this entailed.

"So, what do I do, Pig?"

Ino chuckled softly as she swept the emerald eyeshadow over Sakura's eyes in one final stroke.

"You show the world that there is a reason why Itachi chose you." she finished as she backed away from the pink haired woman.

"You can open your eyes now. I am done with your makeup."

Bright emerald eyes opened to a pink haired vision in the mirror. For the first time in her life, Sakura thought of herself something other than the word cute.

'Who was this goddess staring back at her?'

"Wow, Pig." she gasped as she raised her hand to touch the reflection.

Ino smirked as she watched the emotions play across her best friend's features.

"Wow, is right." Ino responded with a chuckle.

"Ino, we are only having dinner to discuss how to deal with this situation. I think you may have gone over the top."

Ino scoffed once again as she walked over to her closet to pull out the outfit that she knew would look perfect on the pink haired beauty in the mirror.

"Sakura?"

"Hm?" she answered absently, as she continued to gaze at herself in the mirror.

"If you could pull your eyes away from your huge forehead then you would understand what I am saying!"

Immediately the expression in the mirror changed to that of a frown as green eyes glared at the blond across the room.

"What the hell is your problem, Piglet!"

Ino smirked before walking over and placing the bag containing her favorite dress on the bed.

"Forehead, remember when I told you the world will be watching what you are wearing?"

Sakura tilted her head to side as a bone straight pink strand fell in her eye.

"Vaguely."

"Well, in that bag is one of my very own creations. I want you to wear it for your date with Itachi tonight."

"It is not a date." Sakura growled.

Ino rolled her eyes. "Well, for your meeting. I want you to wear the dress."

Sakura looked back at her friend in minor surprise. She thought Ino had given up on become a fashion designer years ago. She smiled internally as she saw the hopeful gleam in Ino's blue eyes.

She couldn't let her best friend down by not wearing the dress.

"It's not one of those hooker dresses, is it?"

Ino smiled innocently.

"Of course not, Forehead! What kind of girl you think I am?"

"An attention starved, hookerish blond." Sakura answered quickly.

"Well, thank you for that wonderful vote of confidence, Forehead." Ino retorted snidely.

Sakura smiled viciously.

"No problem, Pig!"

"Well, if you are done with insulting my confidence, can you please go put on the dress or you're going to be late for your date with Itachi!"

A screech escaped the pink haired woman as she grabbed the bag off the bed and stormed toward the bathroom.

"It is not a date!"

"Whatever, Princess! Now put on that dress, otherwise; you are going to miss your prince" Ino shot back as she pulled the silver heels from her closet.

A loud thump was the answering response as Ino smiled looking down at the heels in her hands.

She had a feeling this dinner would be either the best thing ever or the worse thing in existence.

At 6pm, one dark haired Uchiha Itachi sat in the VIP section of the upscale restaurant Se7en. He had been surprised when he received the call from Sakura stating she wanted to meet in order to discuss what was going on.

He had been hesitant at first but Shisui's words floated into his mind at the right moment.

He accepted her invitation of meeting at the exclusive restaurant on the outskirts of Konoha.

He was, of course, accompanied by the paparazzi as he soon as he left his home. He was fairly sure they were standing outside of the window just waiting for some type of shot.

He sighed, as he looked down at his watch once again.

6:05?

She was late.

Did she change her mind?

Out of the corner of his mouth, he could see his waitress make her way back over to his table. He was fairly sure she was a fangirl of some sorts since her face was a bright red the minute he opened his mouth to ask for a glass of water.

"Would you like me to get you another glass of water, Mr. Uchiha?" The red haired waitress asked.

He was prepared to ask for her manager when a vision caught his eye.

A goddess clad in a a simple white dress caught his eye as the waitress in front of him disappeared. Onyx eyes roamed along the slim, athletic frame before a pair of bright green eyes arrested him.

For the first time in his life, Itachi experienced something close to tunnel vision.

He could only watch as the goddess made her way toward him. His eyes continued to roam along her frame before he finally took note of the straight pink hair.

'Pink hair?'

Sakura.

It took only five seconds for it to finally hit him that the vision he was seeing was a very dressed up Haruno Sakura.

And what a pretty vision she was.

If the stares weren't making her nervous, then the flashes of the camera was scaring the crap of her.

The minute she stepped out of Ino's car, she was sure the paparazzi were going to mob her. She took a moment to compose herself as she held her head high just as Ino had instructed. She could feel the heat from the flashes as she tried to keep a smile on her face.

The simple white, bodycon dress hugged her figure as her silver heels clicked along the concrete.

She had just taken a step into the restaurant when a gasp from the paparazzi made her smile and cringe at the same time.

Apparently, the paparazzi just noticed the daring scooped back of her dress.

Sakura cringed.

She was going to kill Ino!

As he stood before her eyes, she was fairly sure that this was all a dream.

She had seen images of him on television, but apparently television did him no justice.

Her eyes roamed across his dark features and noted just how much he looked like Sasuke. A happy smile crossed her features as she noted the same look of irritation on his face.

"You're late."

Emerald eyes narrowed in annoyance as she looked over his shoulder to note the stunned looks all around the restaurant.

'What in the hell were all these people looking at?'

"They are staring at you."

Emerald clashed with onyx as she noted the jealous glares she was getting from the various women around the restaurant.

"I highly doubt they are staring at me, Itachi. You're the famous one here."

A familiar smirk crossed his features as he caught her eye once again.

For the first time since what seemed like forever, butterflies exploded in her stomach.

"Hn." she said noncommittally as she approached the table.

She was preparing to pull out her chair when a hand caught her slim wrist.

"What?" she hissed.

"Do you really think I would allow you to sit without me pulling out the chair for you?"

"What?" she snapped.

"I am a gentleman. I pull out chairs for women."

"How nice." Sakura cooed condescendingly.

As he pulled the chair out and she took her seat, she could feel the glares around the room intensify.

'Itachi's fangirls really needed to get a grip!'

"So, Sakura. I take it today has been a very hectic day for you."

"You have no idea." she snapped, as she opened the menu.

"I have some idea." he said softly, as he inwardly cringed at the flashing lights outside the window.

He could feel the stares from around the room and it made him regret this entire thing once again.

"So, Itachi, how about we cut to the chase, would you like to tell me how I became your..."

"Oh my God!" A new voice cut in.

Sakura looked up just in time to notice a red haired waitress staring at her with wide eyes. She looked over at Itachi just in time to notice the annoyed look on his face.

"You're Haruno Sakura!" the waitress screeched loudly as tears filled her eyes.

Sakura felt her own eyes widen in concern as she watched the red head turn bright red. Her medical instinct kicked in as she stood to try to calm the young woman down. She was worried the young woman was having some sort of panic attack of some sort.

"I can't believe you are in front of my eyes." The waitress continued to rant as her face turned redder.

Sakura looked over at Itachi to notice that he had also stood from his seat in curiosity.

"Itachi, can you pass me one of those menus?" she said softly as she guided the young waitress to the chair she had just occupied.

Itachi walked over with the menu in a matter of seconds. He watched as Sakura began to fan the young woman to calm her down.

Slowly, he watched as the redness left the young woman's face as she started to answer Sakura's questions.

He vaguely noted that Sakura avoided all questions about her relationship with him but instead redirected questions toward the young woman herself.

Five minutes passed quickly as the young woman finally calmed down.

"I am so sorry for interrupting your date with Itachi-san. But, when I saw you sitting there I knew I had to come over to meet you since you are my favorite idol."

If Sakura was disturbed by that statement, she did not show it.

She only smiled politely as she noticed the manager of the establishment making his way over the table. She could see the fear in the manager's eye as she noted the multiple flashing lights around her.

She sighed softly.

This whole situation was really staring to become a drag.

"On the behalf of the restaurant, we are so sorry for Yuki interrupting your dinner Uchiha-san. Your meal is completely free tonight as a form of apology." The manager turned toward the red head with a glare as she rose to her feet.

Yuki bowed her head in shame as she turned to Itachi and Sakura once again with a bow.

"I am very sorry for interrupting your meal. I will take my leave immediately."

"Wait." Sakura said softly as the redhead slowly turned around. She could feel the shame rolling off the young woman in waves.

Sakura smiled a dazzling smile at the manager as she caught Itachi's eye.

"She did not interrupt. If you could be so kind manager-san as to allow Yuki to continue being our waitress then we would be in your debt."

Silence filled the restaurant as the manager's eyes widened.

"Of course, Haruno-san." he stuttered. "Will there be anything else?"

Sakura smiled softly as she thought of the good deed she had done.

"No, that will be all."

It only took five minutes for their food to arrive after the incident with the waitress.

There were few things in the world that could impress him, but this incident topped the list. Not only did Sakura handle the situation in a professional manner but her compassion toward the young waitress seemed to endear to the people of the restaurant.

She was beautiful, compassionate.

Not at all irritating as Shisui called her.

"Now, as I was saying. How in the world did I suddenly become your girlfriend?"

He smirked in response as he watched the annoyed look on her face. Did she truly not know how to control her emotions?

"It was an accident."

She gasped loudly as she rose from her seat.

"What do you mean an accident?"

itachi cut into his well done steak as he watched her glare down at him.

"It is exactly as I said. You crossed my mind at the wrong moment and your name passed from my lips."

He watched as she continued to glare.

The flashes intensified as her green eyes narrowed.

"Since this was an accident, you need to fix it!" she hissed.

The flashes continued as Itachi stood from his chair and leaned across the table. He could see the paparazzi going crazy as he allowed his fingers to brush against hers on the table.

A look of surprise before a blush covered cheeks as he leaned a little closer.

Shisui's words ran through his head repeatedly as he allowed his hand to cover hers.

'You need to make her fall for you!'

He watched as she licked her suddenly dry lips in nervousness.

She was nervous?

Good.

That now gave him reason to stare at her lips.

"How would you like me to fix this, Sakura?" He said in a smooth tenor as he watched the blush grow a little deeper.

Emerald clashed with slate as she leaned a little closer.

He was vaguely aware that they were in the middle of a restaurant with the paparazzi having a field day. It was the look in her eyes that allowed his heart to do something it never did before.

It skipped a beat.

He felt his body lean a little closer that he was sure that if she moved he could feel her lips on his.

For some reason, he wouldn't be opposed to such an accident happening.

He closed his eyes as he leaned a little closer.

Little did he know how much that partial lean would change his image forever.

The feel of cold water against his skin was the shock that allowed his eyes to snap open just in time to note the smug look in those emerald eyes as she turned and walked out the front door.

He could see the excited flashes in window as he sat down in his chair in shock.

Did Haruno Sakura just throw water in his face?

A smirk crossed his features as he picked up the napkin to wipe his face.

If she wanted to play this game, then he would play along.

I mean, after all, it wasn't everyday that he found someone who was intrigued him.

He took a moment and recalled the look on her face before he closed his eyes. That "kiss me" look was something that no woman could fake. He was sure of it.

Itachi closed his eyes as the paparazzi continued to snap picture after picture of his defeat.

He would remember this night.

For the first time in his entire life, he was defeated by another person.

Not only was he now intrigued by the thought of being defeated once again but he was curious about another thing.

'Were her lips really as soft as they appeared to be?'

A/N: Poor Itachi...Sakura has no idea how big a can of worms she has opened.