Prologue

Sakura woke up feeling more confident tan usual. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt pretty, strong and absolutely wonderful. As she walked beaming down the streets of Konoha, she couldn't have guessed that that day two other people would particularly notice that as well.

Sasuke saw their long-time teammate walk towards them at their usual lunch place and for the first time wondered about his own idiocy.

He looked at her curves in that snugged top, her toned, long legs and the way a sudden breeze flew through her hair, just enough to make it wave around her delicate face. As she came closer to greet them, he also noticed the way her big emerald eyes shone in the most impressive shade, or the way her rosy, full lips curved into a warm smile as she said his name.

Something happened inside of him, something chilling that made his hairs stand and his lower abdomen warm. That same warmth rushed to his face as well and he felt the need to look away from her gaze.

Sakura was gorgeous.

And he had just noticed.

Itachi's moment of peace came crushing down as he heard a loud bickering outside his house. He immediately –and not without some tingle of annoyance, recognized the voices as Sasuke and his teammates.

They were usual in the Uchiha house as for some unexplainable reason they had warmed into his mother. She was always eager to invite them over for dinner and cook every dish in her repertoire, probably because she knew they would gladly eat everything.
To Itachi, this wasn't normally an annoyance, after all, he was rarely home with all his missions. But today had been an abnormally exhausting day; he had just returned from a two-month-long mission and had wanted nothing but to rest, until his father had summoned him to a clan meeting where he had come to the conclusion that he would rather die than become one of those elders.

He had walked home with the worst migraine he had had in a long time and had just sat in the living room to finally get some peace. Unfortunately, the arrival of Team Seven meant anything but peace.
He was massaging his temples as he heard Sasuke announce his arrival.
Out of pure politeness he decided to stay in the room to greet them, but then something totally unexpected happened, that somehow managed to completely erase his migraine and any unpleasant thought we would have harvested up until that moment.

Haruno Sakura entered the room.

It wasn't the fact itself, it was what he saw when he looked at her smiling face, bowing her greetings.

She looked radiant.

For the first time he noticed her womanly figure, her long tight boots embracing her long and toned legs, her creamy skin and the way it seemed to glow. The faintest blush was adorning her cheeks, which only made her look cuter. Her loose and long rosy hair fell silkily down her shoulders and her eyes… her eyes…

"Hello, Itachi san", she said to him and it took him a great amount of deal to focus on his response.

"Hello Sakura", his voice sounded raspy and weak. He didn't like this.

Neither did he appreciate the way his body warmed up when she smiled at him in return.

He didn't like this at all.

A/N: This story was more of a personal project. I never intended to publish it until today, when I finished it and re read it many times and wondered if it was any good. So basically, I'm publishing this to know if it's good or it just sucks. It hasn't gone under the meticulous inspection of a beta reader, so expect many mistakes.