disclaimer: Naruto belongs to Kishi, duh.
dedication: to anyone who loves this pairing (Itachi/Hana) as much as I do.
notes: I wrote it halfway a few months back and promptly forgot about it up till the day I decided to dug into my MacBook's hard drive. so there.
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title: all's fair in love and war, my dear
summary: sometimes, being an Uchiha renders the wrath of a woman scorned inescapable. — Itachi/Hana
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hell (n.)
1. the place of the dead in general (are you effing kidding me, Chambers Dictionary? the concept of Heaven/Elysian Fields EXISTTTT.)
2. the place or state of punishment of the wicked after death (read: where Itachi Uchiha will soon be)
3. the abode of evil spirits (read: where that bitch in bed with him should be, although she deserves a separate level – well, technically hell has seven levels - one level lower than that Uchiha)
4. the powers of Hell (Hell has powers?)
5. any place of vice or misery (Uni of Konoha is, as of today, becoming my personal hell, customized by God in every single aspect to torture me mentally as well as physically…hey, Gai's practice drills are beyond brutal.)
6. a place of turmoil (Calculus is hell. pure hell.)
7. a (state of) supreme misery or discomfort (get me out of this hell you call Calculus class, will you? ugh. I don't get why that Uchiha still has to take this goddamn class when he's obviously majoring in Law – wait, is he still a Law major? the heck do I know…)
8. anything causing misery, pain or destruction (or better, all three – ITACHI UCHIHA)
9. ruin, havoc (the state of my non-existent relationship with the oh-so-almighty-Uchiha-heir-in-the-making : it was his fucking doing/undoing, anyway; all HIS)
10. commotion, uproar (yesterday night. damnshitdamnshit)
11. severe censure or chastisement (oh yes, I am definitely sentencing and condemning and blaming and shaming and disgracing him. it's not like he doesn't deserve it - )
12. used in various colloquial phrases expressing displeasure, emphasis, etc ("WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH HER NAKED IN BED?")
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"May I please remind you, Miss Inuzuka – that the class currently in session revolves around Calculus and not Creative Writing?"
Damn.
A startled Hana tore her gaze away from the notebook page she was scribbling in. She kept her composure as the whole class eyed her – including a particular Uchiha - smiling apologetically at Kakashi, their allergy-masked (and highly perverted) Calculus lecturer before feigning her interest towards the various equations demonstrated on the whiteboard.
The rest of the class was now giving their full attention to the Kakashi's – or so it seems; since she could spot Shisui dozing off a few seats away from the corner of her eye, completely oblivious to his surroundings.
(But of course Kakashi would turn a blind eye to that, since Shisui Uchiha was the resident genius of their year's Calculus class, and only showed up occasionally to keep his cousin company and to fulfill the mandatory attendance requirement.)
Kakashi looked at her amusedly – but Hana could swore that she saw a smirk forming underneath that stupid mask of his – before resuming his (ultra-boring, drone-inducing) lecture.
Somehow, Hana had the feeling that a pair of eyes was still staring intently at her or at least trying to bore holes in the back of her head.
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