Sasuke has a crush. No, actually according to his little brother, it is love, and very much so mutual.
He was there when Sasuke first met the girl with the pink hair. The funny thing is the girl looked at Sasuke for a second and no more before going back to playing by herself. However, that one second was enough to convince his four year old brother that his feelings were reciprocated.
"I have a girlfriend." Sasuke announced to his mother when they arrived home from the park. Their mother was so surprised she almost dropped the tea she was drinking.
"You do?" She asked with a raised eyebrow waiting for Itachi to explain. Sasuke however believing the question to be directed at him answered.
"I do. She is really pretty, and when she looked at me, I felt really weird, like I lost my voice. And my stomach kind of hurt too."
"Calling her a girlfriend is bit of a stretch, he didn't talk to her at all." Itachi shrugged his shoulders, but he was clearly amused. "He stared at her while hiding behind me."
"Sasuke, dear," she sighed, "you can't call her your girlfriend if you've never talked to her."
"But I was too shy! And I like her, and she likes me."
Mikoto was ready to explain to her youngest how wrong he was when Itachi interrupted,
"Mother, your wasting your time, I've tried. He doesn't even know her name."
"I don't need to know her name to marry her, Mom said people marry when they love each other. " Sasuke's statement was innocent enough, but that didn't keep Mikoto from being shocked especially with the glare he was directing at his brother.
"Sasuke go play in your room, I need to talk to your brother." Sasuke was more than happy to comply, tired of having to defend his love for the girl with the pretty eyes to his brother. Putting her tea cup down, Mikoto looked to Itachi pulled a chair out for him and said, "sit down, explain."
"He saw the girl and fell in love." That really was all there was to it.
"Is she at least his age?"
" She appeared about his age."
"He really didn't talk to her?"
"No, he was clinging to my leg the whole time, his nails likely left an imprint."
"And," she paused, surprised at the words that she was saying, "he wants to marry her?"
"Yes, he told me that I needed to accept her, or else I wouldn't be invited to the wedding."
"He does seem angry at you." She mused, then she thought of something," and what are the odds of her liking him back?"
"I'll say pretty low. The girl looked at him for a second and never again."
"Oh my, maybe you should try talking to him?"
"I tried, he told me that I don't know her the way he does. Besides," he couldn't hide his amusement even if he tried," what if he doesn't invite me to his wedding?