He looked to Sakura before knocking on the door and asked, "ready?" Sakura took a deep breath and looked to Sarada who was currently tapping her foot impatiently. She nodded in answer, "I'm just saying there will be tears and we need to be prepared. Sakura nodded, but before Sasuke could knock on the door, Sarada beat him to it.
"Uncle Itachi!" She yelled as she knocked, Sakura had to stifle a giggle. Both Sasuke and Sakura have been dreading this conversation, however Sarada had no idea. As far as Sarada knew they were here for a simple visit. When the door opened Itachi had not even be able to greet them before Sarada jumped and gave him a big hug. "What took you so long? We've been here forever, why didn't you open the door earlier? Papa was saying you were crying!" Sarada was to busy checking for injuries on her Uncle to notice the confusion on his face. "Well why were you crying? Is it cause grandmother Mikoto said you will die alone? Cause don't worry I'll die with you!"
"I see you still have no tact, or concept of death," Itachi replied with a smile, he gestured to Sakura and Sasuke to come in.
"What's tact?" Sarada asked, she was always ready to learn.
"Something you don't have," Itachi answered.
Sarada seemed to think about it for a second, "can you buy it for me?" Sasuke looked to his wife then, Sarada's words serving as a strong reminder as to why they were here.
"Sarada, honey, tact is not something you buy, tact is," Sakura paused thinking over her words a little, "when you are careful with something that is very hard." Sakura had not meant it to sound like a question and when Sasuke raised a questioning brow at her she defended herself, "I have never had to define it, you do better!" While Sasuke was suddenly okay with Sakura's explanation, and Sarada seemed content.
Sasuke decided to stop delaying the inevitable, this is for Sarada. "Sarada, we need to talk to your uncle for a bit, could you go to your play room?" Yes, her play room. Sarada had a play room in her uncle's house. It was not just any play room. Nope, that would be too easy, Itachi gave Sarada the master bedroom as a play room, and his backyard was giant playground that Sarada had picked out herself.
Sarada seemed like she wanted to drag Itachi with her, but she left nonetheless. Itachi for his part walked away as well speaking as he left, "I know what this is about. Mother was kind enough to warn me, and I am not selling this house."
Sasuke looked to Sakura, both equally confused but followed Itachi, "why would we ask you to sell this house?"
"THIS IS SARADA'S!" Sakura had not meant to yell it, but the shock was overwhelming, "you bought our daughter a house and didn't think to tell us? You've had this house for a year!"
"That's why you told me about the farm my parents bought Sarada!" Sasuke was astonished, "do you guys have some competition about spoiling my daughter!?"
"Our daughter." Sakura corrected.
"Yes, our daughter?"
"Well Sarada wanted a play house, so I bought her one, as for the farm, I personally think it was excessive. She already has this with a vast enough yard a barn could be built."
"Itachi, this isn't just a house, this is a mansion, it is easily worth half a million." Sakura explained, "Sarada does not need a playhouse like this, does she know it is hers?"
Itachi scoffed, "half a million? This is worth four million. My niece deserves the best."
Sasuke could feel the breath kicked out of him at his brother's words, Sakura had gone to the nearest chair to sit down, but she was reaching for his hand. He approached her and wordlessly took her hand, "do you even live here?" Sakura asked, and Sasuke realized that it was a very valid question.
"This is a child's playhouse, of course not."
"Because that would be ridiculous." Sakura supplied, Itachi agreed missing the sarcasm entirely. Sakura looked at her husband, she noticed him with the same shocked annoyed expression that she currently wore. "We need to move out of the city." Sasuke was about to tell her how extreme that solution was, but really the more he thought about it the more reasonable it became.
"We could visit our families during vacations."
"Leave the city?" Itachi questioned, "that's more than a little exaggerated. Especially since this is the smallest of the playhouses." This time Sasuke went to sit down, his hold on Sakura's hand tightening. Sakura and he were aware that in their families, the one that spoiled Sarada the most was Itachi. Everyone was well aware of the fact, which is why they had chosen to speak to their parents first. They wanted to have an idea of Itachi's reaction, however, they never realized how bad the situation actually is.
"You know what?" Sakura said, looking at Sasuke and ignoring Itachi for the moment, "we need to properly prepare." Sasuke could not agree more, they were clearly at a disadvantage, they needed to know more information, what other playhouses for one.
A/N: as you guys can see that did not go at all as Sakura and Sasuke expected. Anyway update on how my laptop is doing, it just needs a new battery at least as far as my non-existent expertise can tell. Also (I do say also a shit ton), my sister should finally have her own computer next week, keep your fingers crossed, your legs, whatever you can cross to make it so.
I feel bad saying this so soon after saying "no more time travel stories," but I came up with another idea! While the exclamation point might imply joy under normal circumstances, it is an exclamation point of dread because I really don't want to write more time travel stories at the moment.
If you guys want any story in beginnings updated let me know, I am willing to do any, even the ones I said no more updates on. All I have for fun is my phone lately, so I am available and willing to write for any of the stories.
Final little bit info, I know I don't tend to communicate with reviewers much, but I do appreciate every single review! They do make my day, while I will never nag about not getting reviews, know that they are in fact encouragement to write. That said, thanks for every reviewer, but also thanks to my quiet readers that do not feel that they have anything important to add, or are too shy too. Each one of you is appreciated, you take time out of your day to read my work, and whether you find joy or not in it, at least you gave it a try.