Here he was again. Sitting before the only man who cared to see behind his mask of smiles.
What was it that attracted him to this dark figure in the first place? Was it his inky black hair? Or how his crimson colored orbs looked stunningly beautiful and dark in a dimly lighted room, such as his apartment? No. That could not be it. Because, he knew on other person that could be seen as the same man. And he could never be attracted to him. Never again.
Then, it must have been something in his personality. Was it the way that no matter what wrong desicion he made, he could never leave him? Gah! This was too confusing.
"What are you thinking of, Naruto-Kun?" Itachi asked, softly wrapping his arms around Naruto's waist. Naruto leaned into the comforting touch.
"You." Naruto whispered as he closed his eyes and leaned his weight onto Itachi.
For now, he wouldn't care what it was that made him love Itachi. Because, right now, all he could thing of was the warmth he radiated; as he caressed Naruto's swollen stomach. Humming a lullaby.