All The Things You've Done.
I don't own Naruto.
On the inside, Itachi always knew he was a nerd. He had perfect scores (and didn't even try), he wrote all the time, he had secret dance sessions that no one knew about and he found himself pretty…useless and out of place in life. He often wished for a purpose other than filling in his dad's oversized ego-dripping footsteps.
Tapping his fingers along to the calming beat of Radiohead, he drove himself to school in his old range rover. Even though his dad practically through a hissy fit about it, Itachi didn't buy some fancy new car to prance around in. He wanted an old, practical car, and that's what he got.
He pulled into the Student President's spot and ejected his cd, putting it neatly back in the case and grabbing his satchel. He was here early to show a new student around the confusing campus. He'd had nothing better to do at six in the morning, of course. Oh, the pain of being president.
At least he got to see the sunrise. If Itachi loved one thing about this school, was that was basically sitting on a beach. They didn't serve lunch inside, but had a few mobile vendors and hundreds of tables littering the beach. Seeing as this school was no-hooligan-central, it stayed clean and trash-free, and there was no food wasted with the scavenger birds around. Living in sunny California had its perks.
Entering the main office was a bit of a hassle, seeing as it was locked from the outside. Once he found his key and entered, he'd grown a bit irritated and snapped at Mrs. Emily, the Spanish woman typing away faithfully on her computer.
"Where's the new student?" His voice was vocalized ice, sending fear into her young heart. She didn't say a word. Itachi, though not known for his anger, was quite odd when he was annoyed. He calmly sauntered towards her, all the while his eyes fading to a shifting red color. He leaned in and bit the lobe of her ear just barley. He heard her pulse quicken and, heard her sharp breath intake.
"Where is she, Emily?" he whispered. He leaned back just as a door in the back opened and Itachi acted as if nothing had happened, casually grabbing a paper cup and filling it with water.
"The bathroom is out of paper towel," a feminine voice informed, and Emily jumped out of her seat like a jackrabbit being hunted. She disappeared in a matter of seconds, shouting, "on it!" over her shoulder.
The girl, who Itachi realized had pink hair pulled messily into a bun and odd green eyes, raised a matching pink eyebrow at the woman who shoved past her and shook her head. "Mad world," and this time she spoke Itachi caught wind of an English accent, faint yet prominent.
"Are you English?" He questioned, downing the water he had in his hand.
"Are you American?" She replied, grabbing a black and white bag the was resting in a seat and made her way to the door, "you're my escort, Mr. Uchiha, and you're not doing a very good job so far." She scoffed.
Itachi didn't let her see his shock at her attitude problem and followed her out the door. He caught her by the shoulder and turned her around, still kind of angry, and just stared down at her. She was more than a foot shorter than him. She stared back with nothing but sarcastic expectation and he'd never felt so much dislike to something. That defiance and blatant disregard for who he was.
"My name is-"
"Uchiha Itachi, President of this school, popular posh boy with a pathetic sports record and somewhat above average scores. Basically you're a teenage boy with no chance of impressing a single soul in the real world unless you plan to pull some sort of a better school record out of your-"
"ENOUGH!" Itachi was furious. He'd never, ever hated someone so much. Especially not in the first ten minutes of meeting them, either. She was just so fucking forward and blunt and bitter, it made him so livid.
"Had enough of your life accomplishments, or lack of them, Tachi?" She whispered. When she'd gotten so close, he didn't know, but her throat was so close to his itching fingers. "Oh don't hurt me now, it's rude to hurt a girl, didn't your parents ever teach you manners?" Her accent was really bothering him now. It was so proper and sweet and too good for someone as…annoying as her.
She positioned herself to where her lips were aligned with his, up on her tip-toes. She whispered again, so softly and so sweetly yet her words made him so, so, so angry. "You're the annoying one, Uchiha. You should show up on time next time, and not sexually harass office attendants." She breathed on his mouth, making him lick his lips. She was so close that his tongue brushed her lips. She smiled a tiny smile, "now, on with tour, if you will." She was back, three feet away from him and he was where she left him, a bulge in his jeans and a fury unmatched by any other.
It wasn't until later that he'd realized that he had screamed everything he thought at her, and she could not in fact read minds.
Itachi didn't say a word outside of telling her the rooms and what they were used for, showing her the pool and locker rooms, the four gyms, the planetarium, the greenhouse, the beach, the fenced-in roof, the nurse's office, the many janitors closets, and the six auditoriums as well as the five musical rooms.
As he was leading her back to the main office, she began questioning him.
"How old are you, Mr. Uchiha." His hard-on hadn't gone completely away, only because his mind kept drifting back to their argument and re-awakening it.
With a clenched jaw, he answered, "sixteen."
"Oh, same. Junior this year as well, then?" Her green eyes looked too curious, like she was up to no good. He rolled his eyes but she didn't get the hint.
"Obviously." He said very, very shortly. She snorted at that. "Are you afraid of blood?" That was an odd question indeed. And indirectly personal, leading him to become very paranoid.
"I don't like to talk about that." She smiled again, and he was beginning to hate it, meant she was up to trouble.
"So you are?" She laughed, apparently unable to laugh quietly. Itachi exhaled heavily through his nose.
"No, quite the opposite, actually-"
"Sadist then? That's kinky, you know. Like something my mother would read in her cheesy romance novels." She flung a hand in the air as if her mom was a lost cause.
"Meaning you're not into romance books?" Itachi asked, raising a black brow. "Aren't all girls?"
Sakura scoffed twice, attempting to hold back a trill of laughter, and succeeded. "No, not all girls are so convinced that the best way to spend an afternoon is curled up with a book written by a middle-aged woman about sappy fake scenes and unrealistic plots. Love doesn't exist, only created by the minds of desperate people searching for something to believe in."
Itachi blinked at the girl while she stared back at him. "You're annoying." He said, and again remembered back to that fight, sending blood rushing back to his core, and making his fists clench.
"Fuck…" He hissed.
Sakura, unfortunately, caught wind of this utterance. "Such rude words in front of a lady, Mr. Uchiha, sir." Sakura murmured. She took a step towards him, closing the gap. "Is there something wrong?" She blinked up at him, her hand resting strategically on his thigh. He tried to back away, but she followed him. It only took a few steps until she had him against a wall, and she grinned when she realized it was not a wall, but a closet door. Itachi was putti in her hands, frozen with need and somehow hypnotized by her bright green eyes.
She turned the handle and pushed him in, flipping the switch, which was linked only to a dimming lamp on a desk. She locked the door and turned to find him backing away from her, onto a fold-up metal chair.
"Mr. Uchiha, I'm going to help you out, alright?"
He made an odd noise, while trying to say no, but it came out as more of a grunt of air. She smiled and sauntered toward him much like he'd sauntered toward the office attendant, Mrs. Emily earlier.
He could feel his dick practically pulsating by now, and her, in her school uniform, a short skirt and a tight button up, in his lap right in the right spot to feel her warmth through all the layers of clothing. He moved his hips up uncontrollably, and she pushed hers down with force, to keep his down. He released a shaky breath. She went in for his lips and hit her target dead on, she kissed him over and over again until he bit her lip so hard she cried out. His tongue, suddenly dominant swept into her mouth and her tried to push it out, only ending in them intertwining. She grabbed his shoulders and ground herself on him once. He bit her tongue hard, and she tasted the bitter blood. She bit him back and grinned when he pulled away, not so keen on taking his own medicine. He looked into her eyes, her siren eyes. They were full of mischief and lust and a bit of humor. He drank them up.
To his hidden delight, she slowly slid backwards off his lap, onto her knees in front of him. She looked up at him and popped the button on his jeans, unzipping them and pulled them down with his boxers. To Itachi's confusion, she didn't react to his nakedness, but went right to work. He didn't complain though.
During the blowjob she continuously looked into his eyes, as she worked her magic below. He gave a shuddering orgasm, and to his utter surprise, she swallowed it and licked his dick a few more times. She was beautiful, but evil and he knew she was planning something.
But he couldn't help but wonder, as they left the closet, both going different ways, what it would be like to love someone so…
He looked over his shoulder at her, only to see her doing the same. She blushed, a first and Itachi's heart sped up at the sprinkle of red on her cheeks. He smirked and turned away, leaving for home.
To love someone so completely insane.
A/N: Erm, a little different? Let me know what you think!
xoxo.