<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">"Nonsense, dear. You simply must stay and have dinner with us."</span>, the Grandmother chirped happily as she reached out and gently took Sakura's hand in order to pull her inside. She then stepped around her and pushed the front doors of the estate closed before she glanced across the room at Itachi, who sat there as calm as he'd ever been, staring at them both and displaying his typically indifferent expression.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">"We wouldn't want your trip here to have all been for nothing, would we?"</span>, the old woman asked as she smiled up at Sakura from her hunched over posture. She then grabbed her hand again and lead her off towards the kitchen so that she could help her finish cooking, despite knowing whether or not Sakura even cooked.<br/><br/>As the pair made their ways towards the kitchen Itachi watched every step that they took, his red haze fading back into their typical dark forms as his muscles finally began to relax. When his adrenaline as raised or his body was in stress sometimes his innate ability activated, even if he didn't intend for it to. He didn't even notice sometimes, but this time, when he blinked his eyes, he intentionally shut his ability away, meaning for it to be be suppressed yet again when he realized that it was rearing from within.<br/><br/>Without a word Itachi pushed himself up after they had disappeared somewhere else into the rest of the home, and as the delightful smells of dinner began to waft a little more thickly into the home he reached down and grabbed a short sleeved short that he'd left on the floor and walked bare footed towards the kitchen area. Inside were two women about middle age besides grandmother Uchiha and and Sakura, helping with the meal preparations which were probably far too much for just a handful of people. Something like that had never mattered much to the wealthy Uchiha family, however.<br/><br/>As Itachi maneuvered into the kitchen and passed the women who were finishing up the meal preparations he reached down and pulled open the bottom of his shirt. He then pulled it up over his head and slipped his arms up through the arm holes. Next he began pulling it down over his sculpted midsection, not caring that the shirt was clinging to him a little more snugly because of the light layer of sweat he'd built up while training.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Smells good..."</span>, was all he offered the women, though they all knew how quiet he typically was. To get a compliment at all surprised the two middle aged women who'd been highered help.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"I'll be sure to have my brother make it up to you, Sakura."</span>, he said, referring to his being gone with that rambunctious Naruto as he reclined in his seat he'd taken and took a deep breath.