ItaSaku: You're No good For Me

I'm Making it Right

(A/n: The song Sakura sings is up above, feel free to listen to it! Also I made this chapter a bit longer than the rest, and I promise not to take so long with updates now! Enjoy!)

Itachi's POV:

"Itachi, could you help with dinner tonight?" Mother asked as I walked into the door. It was after school and yet I wasn't feeling myself. A strange feeling was pricking at the back of my neck, I debunked it as guilt for upsetting Sakura. I knew she would get upset but I didn't calculate to what measure she would. I suppose I was incorrect on judging her anger, but my words meant no harm. I suppressed a sigh and looked at my mother and nodded at her, to which she returned with a smile. I couldn't help but still think about Sakura, it's been hours and there still hasn't been a reply to my numerous apology texts. Most of them Deidara helped me write, he said the ones I wrote were too stupid and he claimed I knew nothing about girls. What Ridiculous accusations. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed one of the knives so I could help prepare the meal for tonight's dinner.

"Will Sasuke be joining us tonight mother?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the cutting board.

"Actually he is, your father got upset at him for going to Naruto's for a while so he's staying tonight." She replied, as she peeled the potatoes needed for the soup. Both her and I worked in silence until everything was prepared. She handed me the plates and I went to set the table. Just as I finished setting down the last plate, I heard the faint, "I'm home." from my little brother. Perfect. He walked into the kitchen and I stared at him, he sighed.

"What do you want now, Itachi?" He said, running his fingers through his hair. I gave him a blank look and he just returned it.

"I don't want anything little brother, what makes you think so?" I retorted, making sure a tone leaked in my voice.

He rolled his eyes at me and held up his phone, "Then do you mind explaining why Sakura is ranting about how much an emotional black hole you are and about how ahem you clearly don't care about her because you wouldn't have said those things to her if you did.'" He said, a glare reaching my eyes as he got done reading what she sent.

"What else did she say?" I demanded, a pang of the familiar guilt emotion hit me and an unusual wave of jealousy, so she was texting Sasuke but ignoring me. He smirked at my reaction and walked past me, "Why don't you ask her, or is she not replying to you?" I could detect the smugness in his voice and I wanted to strangle him with the closest thing I found. While yes he was correct, I did not like her ignoring me, it made me feel...unpleasant. I glared at his retreating back and sighed.

Why did I fall for such a hot headed girl? I mentally asked myself. I pulled out my phone to glance at it, nothing. I was going to brush it off when I heard Sasuke's phone make a sound. I took long strides into the living room and locked eyes with him, "Tell her to reply to me little brother." I said.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked again, "Sorry Itachi, but I'd rather stay out of your little cat fight," he glanced at the message, "besides from what she's saying, sounds like it was your fault." I matched his pointed stare with a blank one of my own, just what was he implying?

"Little brother, could I assume that you're jealous?" I asked him with an even tone.

His stare faltered, I had him.

"You rejected her, no? So why are you so set on us fighting?" No, I wasn't impressed by his plans, in fact I was quite upset. His petty rivalry wasn't something I wanted to deal with. We continued to glare at each other until mother called us into the dining room, dinner time.

Before he walked into the dining room he looked over his shoulder, "Besides Itachi, it's not like she is your girlfriend. Don't act like she's yours when you haven't even made it official."