Ryoku: hello everyone! im sry but i had to repost this story cuz ive been havin problems ever since SOMEONE -my brother- spilled coke on my laptop. I hope it turned out well! This is just the beginning. The other chapters will be longer :) hope u uchihacest lovers enjoy it ;D

Disclaimer: Ryoku doesnt own Naruto or the song 'Who's That Chick' by Rihanna.

Love Me

*****MEET ITACHI*****

My name is Uchiha Itachi. I am twenty years old and already graduated from the most prestigious university in Japan. I was born a shinobi; meaning that I was born with special abilities. Every individual shinobi has the ability to do different things. My power is the ability to control objects with my mind and make different objects from matter.

I live an enjoyable life except that I feel like I'm missing something… something important. I feel like someone is calling me, beckoning me toward them. I want to find the answer to this voice and put an end to it. It pains me and sometimes it brings me to my knees while clutching my head in an attempt to get rid of the pain.

In about one year I'm going to take over my father's business that sells weapons. He only gets business because of things called 'humans'. They live in the shadows and envy our power. They try to attack us and kill us. They are fuelled by jealousy alone. Not all humans are like that though. Some humans live among shinobi and don't bother us. They are kind hearted and do not care about who is stronger; just about peace. But, they do fear shinobi and wouldn't dare to challenge us.

My father sells weapons to shinobi who aren't powerful enough to defend themselves against humans even with their powers. He owns a large company all over Japan and I'm the heir. I do not have a problem with that except… this nagging pain in the chest won't go away. I tried sex but that didn't work. I even tried long term relationships but alas, no luck! All my efforts were in vain.

I tried asking my father if all shinobi feel the pain I do but he just answers by saying, "Don't worry about it. It's probably nothing." He answered too quickly and has a tone that says, 'I'm lying, but you can go ahead and dare me to tell the truth. See if you'll live.' I also tried asking about Mom, but he wouldn't tell me anything. I've seen one picture of her; in Father's study.

She looks beautiful, like humans. I have to admit, humans have something about them that I love. I don't know if it's because they love so much or if it's because they fear for their own life so much. Whichever it is, I love it. She also smiles like a kind human; sweet and care-free. Which makes me wonder; is she human?

I heard some rumors that she was a human from the townspeople. It is forbidden for a shinobi to be with a human after humans started to become consumed with jealousy. If they fell in love with a human, the shinobis would be forced by the law to burn that person. I wonder if Mom is really dead or if Father was lying and Mom is still alive. I would love to meet her.

*****MEET SASUKE*****

My name is Sasuke. Just Sasuke, I do not have a last name and I'm seventeen years old. I dropped out of high school to help my mom in her coffee shop. She needed extra help and I needed extra money. She said it was my life and I could choose what I wanted to do. I work part time and hang out with my friends in the afternoon. I'm not very social but I manage to keep some friends.

I am a human and I am one of the few humans -along with my Mom- who live among shinobi. I do not despise them for I see no reason to. The only ones that I hate are the ones that hurt for no reason. I live an enjoyable life except for a nagging feeling in my chest. I feel as though I'm missing something… something important. I feel like if something, or someone is calling me; calling me to join their side.

Most of the time, I just ignore the feeling and continue distracting myself with my daily routine. Other times, I go crazy and start yelling and screaming for no reason. My mom worries about me and constantly asks if I'm feeling well. Today was no exception.

I always wondered how my father was like. Is he kind and caring? My mom never told me anything about him; except that he was dead. I don't believe her because she always seems to zone out and hesitate every time I ask about him. Maybe he's still alive…

I heard some rumors that he was a shinobi in the town. If he was then I could understand their separation. If it wasn't, then maybe mom is telling the truth. If he was a shinobi, then they must have had so much fun together until that new law was made. Shinobis and humans couldn't be together because the humans might harbor jealousy within their hearts and kill them. If my dad was alive, I would love to meet him.

*****Itachi's POV*****

I ran a hand through my hair and sighed softly. I walked down the sidewalk of Tokyo and pushed my hands inside my coat pockets for warmth. It was the beginning of the year and the weather was NOT being nice. My hair kept swaying in different directions in my low ponytail because of the harsh winter wind.

I turned and waited for the green light to flash, signaling an okay to cross the sidewalk. Endless seconds past until the light finally flashed a green colour. I swiftly walked across and as soon as my foot hit the asphalt, my stomach growled. I mentally slapped myself for skipping breakfast. It was probably lunch time already! I had to find the nearest coffee shop. NOW!

I turned the next corner and found a coffee shop. I ran towards the shop for warmth and food. My legs ran at full speed and I didn't notice when a blue blur popped in front of me. I was too slow to stop and I accidentally crashed roughly into him. I heard him emit an "OW!" as he crashed into my chest and I grabbed onto his upper arms for support.

"Watch where you're going!" He yelled at me.

That voice! That was such a beautiful and almost angelic voice! He backed away from me and stared at my face for what seemed like hours as I did the same to him. His eyes were a beautiful charcoal with a tiny hint of blue in it. His blue-black hair spiked in the back; forming the most ridiculous hairstyle I've ever seen in my life! His skin looked so smooth and flawless. His lips looked so kissable! He was wearing a midnight blue sweater with some black skinny jeans and shin-high boots. It made him appear absolutely delectable.

He cleared his throat and I finally realized that I was still holding on to him. 'I wonder who he is…'

"Could you please move out of my way? I've got to go somewhere." He said sharply before turning away and running across the street; not even waiting for cars to stop passing by. He maneuvered through them and got a lot of honking from the cars on the streets.

I shook my head and told myself that I would probably never see him again. I slowly walked to the counter to order something to satisfy my growing hunger. I approached the counter and was greeted by a beautiful woman with long air up to her waist tied in a ponytail. She let a few strands fall out of the ponytail and frame her face beautifully. This woman was probably around her late 20's or early 30's. She looked a lot like the picture of my mom, although she was a bit visibly older.

She said in a crystal-like voice that reminded me of the boy that I had just met. Her onyx eyes shined with joy as she asked me, "Could I help you sir?"

"Could I please have a cup of coffee?" I asked, snapping out of my trance.

"Oh! I'm so sorry sir! We ran out! My son just went to pick up some more coffee beans and he should be back soon! Could you consider waiting for a while? I'll even throw in an extra cup for all the inconvenience!" She replied apologetically.

"It's okay. I'll wait. Thank you very much for your generosity." I replied.

"It's totally fine! Don't worry about it! You could go and take a seat. I'll send my son to deliver your coffees when they're ready."

"Thank you Miss." I replied with a light bow.

I turned around and took a seat that was near the window and sighed for the second time today. 'I wonder if I would ever get to meet him again. He was so cute.' A few minutes had passed as I continued to stare out the slightly frosted window, looking at the falling snow.

I jerked up as I saw a small figure tap on my shoulder. I silently turned from the window to the person. I looked up and saw the same boy that I bumped in to thirty minutes ago.

Feel the adrenaline
Moving under my skin
It's an addiction
Such an eruption

Sound is my remedy
Feeding me energy
Music is all I need

Baby I just wanna dance
I don't really care
I just wanna dance
I don't really care.. care.. care

(Feel it in the air.. yeah)

She's been a crazy dicta
Disco diva.. and you wonder
Who's that chick? who's that chick?
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who's that chick? who's that chick? (x3)

Back on the dancefloor
Bad enough to take me home
Base kicking so hard
Blazing through my beating heart
French kissing on the floor
Heart is beating hardcore

Err-body's getting a little tipsy
On the crazy juice
This will end up in the news

Baby I just wanna dance
I don't really care
I just wanna dance

I don't really care.. care.. care

(Feel it in the air.. yeah)

She's been a crazy dicta
Disco diva.. and you wonder
Who's that chick? who's that chick?
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who's that chick? who's that chick?

Ultrasexual
The night has got me love sprung
I won't stop until the sun is up oh yeah
My heart is a dancer beating like a disco drum
Oh oh uh oh

Ultrasexual
The night has got me love sprung
I won't stop until the sun is up oh yeah
My heart is a dancer beating like a disco drum
Beating like a disco drum.. beating like a disco drum..

She's been a crazy dicta
Disco diva.. and you wonder
Who's that chick? who's that chick?
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who's that chick? who's that chick? (x3)

Ryoku: please tell me what u think. Should I continue it or do u think that it's a piece of garbage and I should throw it away?