A/N okay, This is and itachi hintata. Its not in the naruto world, its just..Somehtin I wanted to do, Don't bother flaming me.

Deidara:Yaeh if you flame her I'll flame you…And it'll be a bang, Un!

Chapter1.

December 1st

Just another day, Its really the same as any other. When it comes down to it all days are the same, The same things happen pointlessly repeating themselves again and again, Every one doing the same useless shit either for themselves or someone else. Or maybe…that was just him.

The Uchiha Walked into the small café he walked into every other day, sat in the same seat and waited for the same stutter.

He always glared at her with her annoying stuttering, it was disrespectful. How could she get a job in customer services with a stutter that atrocious?

Although…if he was being completely honest with himself, he knew he didn't have to deal with it, honestly it's not like she was the only waitress that worked there. Its just he always sat at that table, the table she was designated to serve. He had noticed along time ago that every waitress was designated to three tables. It may not sound like much but in truth it was, this café was always dreadfully busy. But never did it seem crowded it never felt Closter phobic. The café itself was roomy and comfortable. It had booths in the front half and in the back half there were red velvety chairs. The main colours were black, white, purple and red. They complimented each other very well. Which was strange because Itachi usually found red and purple looked dreadful together, just not here.

The walls were painted with the lower half black and the upper half red; white wooden trimming separating the two. The trimming had exquisite designs carved into it painted with purple and gold. It looked astonishing.

The roof tiles were also very unique they hade red roses and white lilied on a purple background. It seemed to Itachi it should all clash, but somehow it seemed to flow gracefully into a beautiful design.

This café was unique, its stood out. It was nonconforming and yet held elegance. Maybe that's why he was so fond of it.

Itachi sat waiting for the blonde as usual, he was always late. Always by exactly 15 minutes. Itachi got used to it, he used to scold deidara for his horrible punctuality but soon realized it didn't make a difference. The blonde; was dense.

After fifteen minutes exactly Deidara sat across from Itachi, His blonde hair in the usual half ponytail with a bang covering one eye, the other deep blue eye wide with his usual eccentricity.

"Sorry I'm late Itachi classes were running late and…"

Itachi zoned out. He didn't need to here another lame excuse, after all he heard them every day.

He observed the shy girl in the corner observing them, he wasn't unnerved by it, it happened everyday she was only doing it out of –what she thought- was being polite. She didn't want to eaves drop or interrupt. At least that's what Itachi presumed. He knew that once she saw Deidara's mouth stop moving that she would come over stutter out a barely intelligible greeting and the normal waitressing 'can I take your order'. Difference being: Most waitresses knew how to speak coherently though.

Itachi sighed. How this routine was getting old, Maybe one day he would break it, go against the status quo. But how likely was that. Routine is what made a life isn't it? I mean even when its not narrowed down to the everyday workings, even when you look at it in the long shot there is routine. You are born you go through life, you die. It was a routine. It was everyday basic knowledge.

He noticed Deidara's mouth had stopped moving, meaning words had stopped coming out, which meant here she came.

Dressed in the semi-fancy waitress attire the café made them wear a young girl with short indigo hair and down cast pearly lavender eyes; they seemed to have a tint of a sky blue in them aswell, but maybe not; it was hard to tell with the way she would never look up. The waitress approached his table and stood there taking a deep breathe before she began to –attempt- to speak.

"H-h-h-hello m-may I t-t-t-take your order?" She visibly gulped.

"The usual, for us both." Deidara flashed her a flirtatious wink which had her already paled light pink face flush a darker shade.

"H-hai." And with that Itachi watched her scamper off.

Itachi sighed. He needed to break this routine. He needed something that would make this bearable. But breaking routine was surely breaking some unspoken rule. Maybe it used to be some commandment, "Thou shall do the same thing every day or your going to burn in hell."

Itachi could see that. God was a sadistic bitch. If there was a god…Was there? No matter how hard he thought about, and he thought hard, he thought a lot too and it wasn't like he wasn't smart. He was the uchiha prodigy. He was a genius. So why couldn't he figure these stupid philosophical questions out. Someone created these just to piss him off, he could probably create a cure to cancer; or even the common cold if he tried, but no he can't figure out the answers to these so simple questions.

His reverie was broken as to mugs were placed on the table One English toffee for him, and one coffee black no sugar for Deidara.

Oh how twisted that seemed, I mean Itachi was the bitter one by far, He was a cynical bastard sometimes. And Deidara, well he was a happy go lucky fuck; that was for damn sure. Seriously, if the guy was any happier Itachi swore rainbows would blow out of his ass fallowed by a jolly shit covered leprechaun.

But hey, maybe that was why they drank what they drank, because Itachi was so…Not sweet. He drank and ate sweet thing as if to make up for it, And vice versa for the Baka Err..deidara.

He examined people in the café, it was more unique than he thought earlier. It seemed people from all walks of routine were here. There was a young boy around 15 writing in a notebook his disheveled hair covering half his face with some eyeliner smeared into the corners, his pink and black arm warmers Matching seemingly well to his black skinny jeans and Drop Dead Gorgeous Band shirt.

At another table was an energetic blonde girl squaking on to another about what Itachi figured would be useless things; she was animating her speech with her hands as she leaned half over the table to a red head who seemed just as interested; both wearing revealing miniskirts and low cut tops. It was rather disgusting to itachi.

There was also an old couple sipping at there mugs. And quiet a few others Itachi could not be bothered with observing. After all he must seem like a creeper. Sitting there staring at everyone, watching how they interacted.

"And then…hey, Hey Itachi, un!"

Great, he caught on.

"Hn." Itachi was the master of one syllable responses and apathetic stares; which he released on the blonde baka full force.

"Forget it yeah! I'm leaving I have to go meet up with Ino-chan un!" The smile that radiated from the man speaking was…blinding, really Itachi wanted to gouge his eyes out. How can anyone be that Fucking happy. Ino wasn't quiet as annoying as other girls but… Still she was a girl, all the girls he'd ever met were annoying waste's of time. Now that didn't mean Itachi was gay or anything, he found men equally as bad…Maybe he was bi? Oh how his father would Love that. His younger brother Sasuke probably would, it would have Fugaku (His father) think less of the elder. And Sasuke was an attention whore. He craved the spotlight in the family.

"Hn." And Deidara took that as a goodbye, even if it was really a 'what ever shuts you up.'

Hinata's P.O.V.

Sighing deeply she slid down the wall going into the kitchen. She was feeling light headed. Why did she ever except this job? Oh yeah, because daddy dearest said she needed to get a job to show she was responsible enough to actually be the heiress of the hyuuga empire is she didn't want it handed off to her little sister Hanabi. Well great let Hanabi be the heiress! Its not like Hinata asked to be the heiress to some big corooration. No she hated it, she would GLADLY hand the title to her younger sister. If that didn't mean getting kicked out of her home, and facing the music and singing along, she had no where to go.

Her life was predictable. From the day her mother died everything became a ritual for her. Wake up, go to class, come home and be lectured by her father on how she was 'not worthy of the Hyuuga name' Or 'A disgrace to the family' Then there was her personal favorite 'A waste of air' Yes because she was wasting a infinite resource. Her father was such a baka.

Not that she would ever say these things… Infact she usually wouldn't even condone in thinking these thoughts. She was Hinata Hyuuga. Better known as the Hyuuga defect, she was shy and nervous, her face always tainted with a blush. She was innocent and pure. She got fairly good grades and even got a job at a café. But she was worthless. She new it, her life was meaningless.

The only reason she got this job was because the owner was fond of one of the chefs Naruto Uzumaki. He had asked the owner to give her a job, the woman who owned it, Tsunade, was very kind. She had a temper that could defy the gods but none the less she was kind. She had taken a liking to the bashful girl and told her she could have the job. It was beyond nice of her but because of Hinata's horrible stutter and complete social anxiety. In fact, the first day on the job, Hinata passed out. It was beyond embarrassing to say the least.

And now Hinata had that same sickening feeling of light headedness. Oh well time to get over it, the table with him had to be checked on.

Walking out she saw that only one man remained at the table, It was him. He had dark raven locks pulled into a lot pony tail at the nape of his neck. His milky skin, although not as pale as her own, was a beautiful color, it reminded her of milk and honey. And his dark obsidian eyes…

'Snap out of it Hinata!' Yelled a voice from with in her head. Yep that's right. She heard voices. Wasn't it wonderful? She couldn't tell her father to send her to a speacalist so she could be put on medication. Nope that would be devastating. She couldn't even Imagine what he would say or do, and she had quiet the imagination.

'Y-yeah s-sorry.' How pathetic, she even stuttered in her mind.

Reaching the table with the godlike man Hinata took a deep breath.

She had to speak. She was a waitress not a mentally incompetent stalker.

So here it goes

"…"

Dammit no words came out try again.

"C-c-can I g-get y-you…"

And then it was dark.