Oblivious (Itachi three-shot)

((A/N: The setting of this plot is intentionally before the Uchiha massacre. And I will not include that stupid tragedy here! That's all, enjoy reading and PLEASE review. I NEED REVIEWS right now since I feel rusty at the moment…))

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PART ONE

He was always silent. He never really talked that much except from his family, especially to his younger brother. I knew that he found me annoying to the core. Who wouldn't? I was constantly messing up with him. I was a tracker for the ANBU while he was an ANBU captain and pretty sure that he was a lot stronger than me that he could easily injure me if he liked it. But that didn't stop me from bothering him. I would always pull pranks on him. And with each successful prank, I could get away unscathed.

Sasuke, his younger brother, found me amusing to the point that he claimed me to be his big sister. His mother, too, had taken a liking to me while his father would just grunt at me. And him? He just continually lived his life though he was quite failing every time I decided to annoy him. Like now…

"I-ta-chi!"

The Uchiha tensed up with a slight twitch on his eyebrows as he heard my footsteps coming near him. He slowly turned around and there I was, standing before him with a goofy grin—one that only indicated trouble.

"How are you today?" I asked then added, "Oh! I shouldn't be asking that 'cause whatever you'll answer, it WILL change surely after a short while!"

Itachi just stared at me then cleared his throat. "Look _, if I were you I would find something worth doing with my time. Because at the end of the day, we both know that you'll be the one who'll be in deep trouble if you keep this up."

I then glared at him. "Says the man who only knew how to break girls' hearts!" I scoffed. "Anyways, good luck to you," then I walked away.

Good luck? Haha. What an ironic statement. I was actually wishing him bad luck. Why was I so hard on the Uchiha you asked? Let's just say that he had broken a heart of a girl. No, not me! It was actually my best friend.

I really had no grudge against him. If only he didn't tell those things that day. My best friend was in love with him. So after months of summoning up enough courage, she confessed. But Itachi only turned his back on her whispering: "I don't like you. It's a pity that you wasted your time telling me that though you know that I will only reject you. And I will not say I'm sorry for I really didn't do anything wrong."

Just that and he vanished with a poof. My best friend cried day and night for three days after that and after a week, without even saying a proper good-bye to me, she left. She left the village for good. The worst part is she was my best friend and my ONLY friend in Konoha since I was somewhat an anti-social person but I never bother anyone actually until Itachi.

After hours of walking around town, I was glad to catch the silhouette of the Uchiha walking towards me, fuming. I smirked. So he had seen my piece of art AKA the doodles over his one month documents which he preferred to call 'work'.

"What really is wrong with you?" he snapped at me when he was already standing a foot away from me. "Don't you know that those papers are very important documents?!"

I just flicked my hand and then pretended to examine my nails. "What's with the reaction? It was quite a work of art! Those papers are boring without drawings!" I then put both hands on my hips and proudly grinned at him. "Don't you think so, Itachi?"

He just glared at me. "I will have you know that I won't let you pass this time. If your previous doings are forgiven by me, this time, I won't until you make copies of those papers—CLEAN copies."

She scoffed at that. "Forgive? I don't really care if you forgive me or not Itachi. Because I am the one who will never forgive you." I glared back at him. "Remember that."

He then took a step forward as I took a step back. I was about to run away when in a flash, he was in front of me with my wrist in vice grip of his hand. His eyes went back to the usual flat look as he stared down at me. Very funny, intimidating me through my height. Is there any problem if I was half-foot shorter than him?!

"As punishment, you will work in my office as my assistant for a month until you get those papers done," he stated with a serious tone.

"No way!" I retorted and tried to pry my hands out of his grip but since he was stronger, I couldn't. Why in the hell didn't I think of back-up plans in case he would act this way?

"It is an order, _" he hissed. "I am still the ANBU Captain which means I am your superior and you don't have any choice but obey." With that he let go of me. "I expect you to come at 7 AM tomorrow morning in my office or I will drag you there." Just that and he left.

I just crossed my arms. What was his problem? Normally, he would just glare at me or would just ignore me as he cleaned up the mess I made to him. To be true, Itachi and I were what you can call acquaintances before my best friend confessed. We met when I nearly shot a kunai through his head while training in a hidden part of the forest near the village. I was actually amazed how fast he dodged the kunai. Just that and he offered me to train with him. I didn't mind since I knew that I could learn something from him since he was the best ninja in the village. Maybe, if only he turned down my best friend more nicely, we could have been friends but no! It was impossible to befriend someone who hurt my friend!

You think I'm over reacting? No. I was orphaned since the age of two. My family wasn't a clan of ninjas but normal villagers. But they were murdered by unknown men. Luckily, the village's ninjas came before the killers could even touch me. I was scared at that time, seeing too much blood. That was what pushed me to be a ninja, to find out who killed my family. Only to know that my family owed a big money to some man in the Mist Village. But I never bother to seek revenge. I heard that he was killed already by someone who he had also hurt. Being alone nearly my whole life was the reason why I was attached so much to my best friend. And when she left, I felt like a part of me died.

Well, enough of depressing stories!

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Begrudgingly, I walked into the office of the stupid jerk. And surely, there he was, sitting behind his table.

"Ah, at last," he hissed. "Care to look at the time? You are fifteen minutes late."

"Oh really?" I faked a 'surprised' look. "Too bad for me then, eh? For I actually planned to be an hour late. Guess I got too early then."

He just simply glared at me. "I've decided. Since you don't want to do these papers, you will serve as my personal assistant for one month—which means, you'll make my coffee, cook or buy my lunch, clean my office, run errands for me, and things as such."

1…2…3…

"EH!?" I gaped at him. What in the freaking world did he just said?!

"You heard me," he said dismissively then turned to the papers in front of him. "Now go and make me some coffee and get me some breakfast. Oh, no sugar on the coffee also, just cream. Now, leave."

My ears were practically steaming right now. And all I wanted to do is step right on front of him and punch him on the face! But I knew that would be a mistake. If he was punishing me now, it meant that I really ticked him off. Finally! But an idea came into my head so I 'obediently' went out to get him his 'orders'.

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"Here's your coffee, no sugar just cream! And oh, here's your breakfast! I cooked it by the way but no worries there's no poison in it~" I cheerily said. 'There's no poison in it…YET.' I inwardly smirk at the thought.

He just took them without word. And he silently ate the food! I smirked. Surely that would make you wish you didn't have a tongue! The food I made was made out of the oddest ingredients! I put some grass, vinegar, soy sauce, miso sauce, minced wood, too much condiments, and a lot of wasabi sauce! I was actually proud of myself on how I, a great cook in my house, made such food—if you can still call it that.

"Are you sure you cooked this?" he asked in a sudden.

I frantically nodded my head. "Hai! I know that you will surely LIKE it!" Like it to the point that you wish you never had met me!

He just nodded and continued to eat. I watched unblinkingly on how he managed to eat it. Yes he did eat it! His face didn't even show a slight look of disgust! I just glared at him the whole time. What was with this guy?! Did he not have any taste buds? Oh well, he hadn't drunk the coffee. No worries! I only put coffee and cream there! Five table spoons of different coffee powder and a pinch of cream! That would do the trick!

He then started to drink his coffee. "Are you sure that it was you who made this coffee?" he asked me again.

"Hai, hai! Now drink up!" I was getting irritated second per second right now!

He just drank the coffee without any problem!

"I'm finished now," he finally said. "Go take these away." He then turned back to his papers.

Conclusion: Itachi didn't have any taste buds.

I then picked up the tray and headed towards the door, fuming.

"Oh, _?" he called out.

"What?!" I asked with my back turned to him but I could tell from the tone of his voice that he was smirking.

"Thanks for the meal. Oh, I want you to cook lunch for me this noon, too. Now you can leave."

My hands were now shaking in anger. So I just stomped off the door behind me with a 'humph!'.