Before Sakura could say goodbye and bolt in the direction of her home, the elderly woman had already grabbed her by the hand and pulled her inside of the house. The pink haired medic was always astounded by the strength the older woman had, despite her age. Her green gaze shifted, chancing a glance at Itachi and she couldn't help but blush slightly before she quickly looked away before he noticed her staring.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"Of course. I'd love to stay,"</span>She said finally, though it was too late to leave now anyway. She moved to slip out of her shoes before entering fully into the house, not wanting to be rude and track in any dirt.<br/><br/>Sakura could definitely cook, but she wasn't the best. Her boys and Kakashi seemed to enjoy her cooking, though she felt she still had a lot to learn. Living on her own since she was seventeen meant that she needed to learn to cook if she didn't want to starve or live on takeout all of the time. She allowed the Elderly Uchiha to lead her into the kitchen, her green eyes surveying her new surroundings. She had been here countless times, especially when Mikoto decided to cook. Speaking of Mikoto, where was she?<br/><br/>Deciding not to ask, she went about helping the women to cook, a smile on her lips. She was already feeling better as she worked to help them prepare dinner, the food beginning to smell quite nice and appealing. She sensed Itachi enter the kitchen as they began to wrap things up and she couldn't help but look at him, though it was obviously a mistake on her part. Did he really have to be so good looking?<br/><br/>Her green orbs watched as he pulled on the shirt, the fabric sticking to his form more snugly than it should due to the sweat that coated his body. Her mouth suddenly felt dry and she absently licked her lips, hoping to moisten them once more. Realizing that she was, again, staring at him, she quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't noticed. Unfortunately, Sakura was more than certain he had noticed both times. Nothing seemed to escape his notice, after all.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"There's no need to trouble yourself, Itachi. I'll be sure to make him sorry for neglecting to tell me that he was going to run off with Naruto to that tournament. When those two get together, they seem to lose their senses."</span>Although she seemed irritated by her boys, there was a softness in her eyes as she spoke of them fondly. She loved them with all of her heart.<br/><br/>Sakura was the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, after all. Which made it very difficult to hide her feelings for the Uchiha heir. As long as he didn't realize, she was happy. Sasuke didn't seem to notice, so that was a good thing at least. She could imagine he would not be happy to know she harbored feelings for his older brother.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">"By the way, where is your mother?"</span>She glanced at him, absently smoothing down her clothes with one hand while the other moved to tuck some of her pink hair behind her ear.<br/><br/>She had let her hair grow out again and it came down to nearly her waist. It was currently pulled back in a loose-fitting braid, with strands hanging out to frame her face and also accent the purple diamond on her forehead.