Hey guys.
Wow it's been a while since I was here hasn't it? Well I wrote this story in that amount of time so..I hope you enjoy it.
Thank you.
Hot. It was just so damned hot.
Shisui Uchiha raked a hand through his curly, ridiculous hair as he lifted another box from his hallway into his new apartment. The humidity was climbing more and more-if that was even possible- and he wiped some sweat from his brow ultimately cursing and going into his bedroom.
After finding what he was looking for he closed the door, taking off his shirt and spending almost ten minutes to practically climb out of his binder and pull on the sports bra he had, breathing a sign of relief. The sports bra fit him snugly, so he left his shirt off, his cut off shorts up to his waist anyway.
Going back in the hallway, he noticed the movers bringing up a few more boxes, three lifting his heavy armoire.
"Christ-did I really have that much shit?!" He sighed mock-laughing.
Today was going to be a looong day.
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Practically throwing himself on the sofa, he picked up his phone to call his parents, letting them know he got there alright and that the move went well. He was so hesitant to move in the first place, his mother concerned for his health, and his father...
His father was a different story.
You'd think that when he came out he'd flip his shit. At first he thought it was because his father wanted a son, but that didn't seem to be the case at all. He was hesitant, but he was alright with it.
He almost hurled the coffee pot at Shisui's head when he said the words out loud. Shitsumi was awfully wary of the entire idea, but between her husband Atsushi and Shisui she knew he would win.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mom." Gosh it was actually really good to hear his voice.
"Atsushi our child is on the phone will you please come in here?" Shisui quirked an eyebrow when he heard a beep and a loud scuffling followed by 'You won't beat my high score-stop while you're ahead.' "Shisui! How did the move go?" A deep voice drawled in a thick Asian accent, and he could hear the smile in his dad's voice.
"Everything went alright! But why didn't you tell me I had so much shi-stuff?" He presumed he was on speaker phone because he heard a knowing laugh in the background. "Mom's gloating isnt she?"
The conversation went on for about another twenty minutes, his parents checking on his well being and his surroundings as we watched yellow turn to pink, then orange, then fade into a deep violet and then a dark navy blue as he hung up, breathing a sigh and placing the phone on the table.
He was not only excited but rather nervous to be in New York City, and couldn't wait to not only explore but completely immerse himself in this place.
'What I can wait for,' he thought to himself as he looked at the boxes piled almost everywhere 'Is to unpack all these damned boxes.'
"What the fuck is this?"
Coal eyes glanced down and away, jumping when a fist slammed onto his wall, stepping towards him and grabbing his face.
"I asked you a fucking question. What the fu- what is that on your face?" Taking his son's face in his hands he moved it left and right harshly, then let go angrily, and slapped him. Hard.
The boy fell off his bed with a shout, causing him to loose his equilibrium. He sat on all fours, blinking hazily, as more yelling continued and then a higher pitched voice happen to come up behind him. He glance up seeing it was his mother. The man threw down the paisley fabric in a clump with another two dresses, causing his attention to flit back and forth, not really knowing what to do. He ambled to sit back up on the bed, widening his eyes and blinking some more holding his head and shaking it some. The woman noticed and glared at her husband.
"Just how fucking hard did you hit him Fugaku?!"
"He deserves it! Dressing like..a woman. Like a tranny" he spat out.
Mikoto coiled back and sighed heavily. "I just TOLD you that those are mine you ass! I asked Itachi to just fix the hem while I was gone two days ago- I mus-" She was cut off by a soft growl, and looking towards her husband she just prepared for it.
"Why the hell does he know how to do house work? Why does he know how to sow?! Why the fuck are you turning him into a girl? We already have one of those!" Fugaku nearly snarled that last bit out, making it a point.
Now at this point Itachi knew what was going on, but since he was only just regaining his loss of hearing he still wasn't able to wholly defend his little sister, but as he started to open his mouth, he heard an audiable slap, and looked up seeing his mother in a fit of rage, and when he looked at his father he could swear it was disbelief. He saw when it flashed across his face, that moment completely engrained in both their minds. He had never seen his mother violent-not even when she dared to step up for her son, so this was a first.
"You will not talk about my child like that. I'm clearing this matter up right now." Without flinching or missing a beat the petite woman held a hand gesturing towards the three dresses in a clump on the floor. "Those are mine Fugaku. Itachi fixed the hem on them for me. He knows how to do so because he taught himself fixing his own clothes."
Itachi had never really been afraid for anyone in his life other than his little sister and his mother. His mother less so, but right now he was down right terrified. Her eyes glistened with the fire and the resolve just asking-begging- for him to hit her. Instead he looked at her and thinned his eyes, looking at Itachi. "This does not change anything. You will pick your grades up."
He stormed out of the room, slamming the door so hard he put a crack in the door. Mikoto went over to her son and placed a hand on his knee while on hers, looking up at him.
"Are you alright? Can you hear me?" He nodded in response and she kissed him. "You'll do better on your next test Itachi, I'm sure of it." "She gathered her things and set the paper thrown over by his desk back on top, turning to him as she opened the door. "I'll bring up some ice for your face hon, so just lie down."
She closed the door with a faint click, and her padding down the hallway and down the stairs vanished, unlike the red mark on his face.
Itachi fell asleep before his mother came back with the ice for his cheek, thinking of the locked crate in his closet, hidden amongst his own belongings.
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"Okay. Okay. Yeah I'm on my way. I'm literally leavi- yes!" A pause and a dumbfounded face. "Right. Okay. Sorry. I'll see you then. Yeah. I love you too."
A sight erupted from the raven as she plopped herself on the bed. She raked a hand through spiky hair, twirling the slightly curled ends with her finger. Glancing at the clock she buried her head in her hands. It was only six. She thought the dinner was for six-thirty.
It was for eight.
With a grunt she pulled off her shoes-new shoes were always such a bitch to get on, especially creepers- and made her way towards the kitchen, opening the fridge and peeking at its contents. Seeing that there were only a few yogurts, some Eggo waffles, and just water she surmised that she would have to go shopping.
Moving a hand to close the fridge and another to go under her shirt and itch her chest, she yawned a bit. A pursed lip made its way onto her face as she looked out the tall wide window, glancing down at the busy streets below.
A phone buzzed and rang out, startling the poor thing, but was silently happy when she saw who it was texting her.
'Tachi! :)'
Itachi smiled slightly, sitting up in his bed fingers speedily typing a reply.
'Hello little sister, how are you? ^/_\^
'I got dressed way too early for my date today. It was at eight not six-thirty... _ '
'Silly girl, you're always over preparing for things.' He paused for a moment, biting his lip, then started typing. 'This girl you mention...does she know you're...female? :o"
"No, and I kinda don't want to tell her :/. I feel like she may reject me. She thinks my high pitched voice is adorable, but for all she knows the way I dress and act I'm male. I know its selfish aniki but I have to know where we stand or how much I can trust her before I can tell her.' Sasuke pouted, looking at herself in the mirror, but wasn't disgusted.
She was upset.
Upset that she was a coward to not tell her true self. But she had every right to be after last time.
The last time she told anyone her ex threatened to kill her. And actually almost went through with it.
I honestly hope you guys in enjoyed. My first story in years...I hope this was acceptable. Thank you so much!
S/N: I intend on picking up Shisui Was Here and finishing it btw. I apologize for just leaving you all like that.