It was a foggy morning at Konoha International Airport, although the weather went almost completely unnoticed by the three people sitting just inside the building.

"Neh, why did your stupid older brother have to come back from his tour at 6 in the damn morning?" Naruto whined.

"More than that, why are we here again?" I asked from between my two best friends.

"Hn," was the only reply I got, making Naruto roll his eyes as I sweat dropped.

"Can't your brother just like, go to your house by himself?" I asked again.

"Yeah, couldn't your parents just get him, or are you to much of a mama's boy to say no to her?" Naruto taunted.

Sasuke, who had previously been glaring at the scratched tile floor, turned his burning gaze to Naruto.

"Shut up dobe," he growled.

"He's right you know, your brother has like, a gazillion dollars, I think he could get back to your parents' house just fine by himself."

"Hn, like I want to be here right now."

I opened my mouth to say something else, but was cut off by the sound of screaming.

"Hey teme, I think your brother's here."

The screaming was getting progressively louder ever minute until a mob of girls suddenly burst around the corner. In the middle of the group of girls, surrounded by almost ten security guards, was the Akatsuki, currently one of the biggest bands in the world.

Slowly, Naruto leaned over till he was only inches away from the my ear, "Hey, Sakura-chan, I think we should run away now while the dobe's not looking."

A loud thump was heard as I punched Naruto in the back of the head. "How are supposed to get home you moron?"

"Ow," the blond whimpered, "I just think it's because you like the teme's older brother."

I just rolled my eyes at my best friend's words, "Right, like I'd ever fall for some egoistic, womanizing asshole who thinks he better than the world just because he can hit a few high notes."

The sound of someone clearing their throat got my attention and I turned to see Sasuke's older brother, and lead singer of the band Akatsuki, Itachi Uchiha looking at me with a raised eyebrow.

'I think he heard you.'

'No shit.'

"Are we interrupting something?" he asked, his deep baritone sounding as smooth as velvet as it came out. I gulped in my head as inner swooned.

'He's just so sexy.' I snorted. 'Yeah, to you.'

Inner rolled her eyes. 'Oh please, like you wouldn't want to be alone in a dark room with him. Oh crap, he's looking at us!'

I looked back up from my discussion with inner and glared. "If you're referring to the sleep I should be getting then yeah, you are."

"Sakura," Sasuke hissed, but I just raised an eyebrow at him.

"Yes, Sasuke dear?" I asked innocently, resulting in me receiving a world famous Uchiha glare.

"Now Sasuke-kun, you know that won't work on me," I said, smiling. I turned my attention to the older version of my best friend with the same sickeningly sweet smile on my face. "Now Uchiha-san, I can only guess that you're tired with the flight and jet lag and such, hm? So let's not waste anymore time, shall we?"

And with that, I turned on my heel and walked away from the group.

The piano player, Deidara, let out a low whistle once the girl had walked out of ear shot, "Who was that, un?"

"Fucking hot, that's all I know," Hidan, the base player, added as he shamelessly ran his eyes up and down the girl's body.

"Watch it," Sasuke hissed at the bad-mouthed twenty-six year old.

"Yeah, quit checking out our Sakura-chan!" Naruto added.

"Dobe," Sasuke whispered as he face palmed.

"Sakura? It fits," the red headed drummer, Sasori, put in.

"What do you think of her, Itachi?" asked Pein, the guitarist.

"Hn."

"Hey! Are you guys coming or what?" Sakura yelled from the other end of the airport. They all turned to look at Sakura, pink hair is kind of hard to miss, standing at the other end of the airport with her hands on her hips, waiting for them.

Dressed in a pair of bright red jeggings tucked into a pair of black knee high boots, and a white three quarter sleeve scoop neck shirt with a fitted black vest on top, her bangs clipped back away from her face and her pink mid back length hair styled in loose waves, Sakura made most guys' heads turn where ever she went. Not that she noticed.

Slowly, the group turned and started to walk towards the other end of the airport.

"Finally, my dead grandmother could walk faster than you guys," I said once the group finally got to where I was leaning against the wall.

"Remind me to never wake her up for anything ever again," Sasuke mumbled to Naruto, who nodded in agreement. But they both stopped when they saw the icy glare I was not so subtly sending their way.

"Otouto, where is the car?" Itachi asked.

"Hn, it's over here."

Sasuke walked out the door and down a bit to a limo that was waiting for us. Being the heir to Uchiha Corp., one of the most powerful and influential companies in the world, had its perks. The driver opened the door for us and everyone piled in.

One and a half very awkward hours later, I looked out the window and saw the huge iron gates that marked the entrance to the Uchiha estate. I had know Sasuke since we were five, and despite having gone to his house for almost as many years, I still couldn't get over the sheer size of it.

Almost a mile of rolling green lawns led up to a mansion that was more likely than not bigger than my entire apartment building. Why two people needed so much room, I would never know.

'Meh, probably just trying to flaunt their money around in the most unobvious way possible.'

'Inner! The Uchihas have never been anything but nice to us! Don't be mean.'

I watched as inner stuck her tongue out at me from inside my head but I just rolled her eyes and shoved her into the darkest corner of my mind. I felt the car come to a stop and looked out the window to see Mikoto rushing to the car, enveloping Itachi in a tight hug as soon as he had stepped out of the limo.

"Itachi-kun! I missed you so much! How was tour? How long are you staying-"

"Mikoto, let the poor boy go," Fugaku said as he came to stand by his wife, giving Itachi a nod in greeting.

Everyone was piling out of the limo when Mikoto chirped, "Well, I made breakfast, lets go eat while it's still hot!"

I watched as everyone's' faces lit up and felt my stomach growl. It was a well-known fact that Mikoto's cooking was by far the best that anyone had ever tasted.

The boys all shot forward and ran through the door so quickly it was almost like watching a giant blur over moving colors instead of a mob of hungry men. I looked and saw Mikoto giggle slightly at the sight.

"Oh men and their stomachs," she said, smiling.

I smiled back and together we went into the house at a much more leisurely pace then the boys had. Entering the Uchiha Manor's giant dinning room, I saw that no one had bothering to wait and were either piling their plates high or shoveling food into their mouths at a rate that was quite honestly kind of alarming. I walked over and took a seat between Naruto and Sasuke. As soon as I sat, I reached out and hit them both hard on the back of the head. I was met with the sound of harsh coughing and some mild gagging before Sasuke hissed,

"What the hell Sakura!"

"I thought I taught both of you enough manners to wait until everyone was seated to eat?"

Naruto, who was paling considerably, pointed a finger across the table at the Akatsuki. "Eh, they started first Sakura-chan!"

"So? If they jumped off a bridge would you to?"

"How high is it," I heard Sasuke mumble from my right. I smacked him on the back of the head again, resulting in him letting out a string of curses, resulting in Mikoto scolding him, resulting in Naruto cracking up, resulting on me hitting him on the head. Don't you just love my life?

Breakfast started again and I got in about ten good minutes of quite, if you don't count Naruto's slurping or Hidan's loud chewing, when my phone went off. Mistletoe by Justin Bieber came on and I pulled my pink iPhone out of my pocket and saw 'Ino' on the screen in big bold letters.

"Sorry, just give me a minute," I said, getting up from the table. I walked quickly out into the hallway and hit the talk button.

"Hello?"

"FOREHEAD GIRL!"

I cringed away from the phone.

'I think I'm deaf.'

"What do you what Pig?"

"You didn't tell me you were going to pick up the Akatsuki!"

"How did you find out about that?"

"It's already on the internet."

I blinked, then I cursed. How the hell does the damned media find out about this stuff so quickly?

"Hey, Sakura, are you still there?"

"Yeah I'm still here. Is that all you wanted?"

"How are you being so calm about this? You are in the same room as five super talented, super famous, ridiculously hot men and you're not like freaking out?"

I sighed, "Ino, I could care less if they were rock stars or hobos. They're all just conceded jerks who use women, get what they want, them through them away without and second thought. They're conceded jerks and in all honesty I'm not that happy about being around them. Now, you called in the middle of breakfast. Goodbye."

"Wait Sakura-"

I hit the end button and sighed, leaning my back up against the wall.

"Really? Justin Bieber?"

I whirled around and saw Itachi standing barely three feet away from me, leaning against the wall on his shoulder.

"Hey, as long as I'm not pretending to have his baby I think it's okay to have him as my ringtone."

"Are you saying that you'd want to have his baby," he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"More than I'd want to have yours," I said. I glared at him, well, up at him. Damn, being short really sucks sometimes.

"Are you saying that you think about having my baby?"

"Nope. Are you saying you think about me having your baby? Cause if you do, I can assure you that I'll have a restraining order ready before I leave this house."

And with that, I got up from against the wall and walked past him, right back into the dinning room.

What I didn't know was back in the hallway, one famous singer was slowly thinking over what had just happened, before a slow smirk crawled across his handsome face.

'Oh it is on Sakura.'

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