(. .) Chapter 4 yay! Meh heh heh. I love Kakuzu he reminds me of a ragdoll.
It was a few hours after the two pirates left. Immediately the two roommates started to talk about how the Uchiha should break the news to his over barring father. They went with Akira's plan, evidently just running away in the night like Itachi planned wasn't 'good father-son communication'. Currently she waited in their room looking out of the window as she sat on the windowsill. She wore one of her new night-gowns, a deep red sweater that was soft to the touch. When the door opened she turned to see Itachi through the darkness of the chamber.
"How was it?" She said and walked over to him.
"Better than my plan would have turned out." He said blankly. When the girl was directly in front of her roommate she gasped. Through the moonlight she saw the faint discoloration of a slap on his left cheek. (I've always wondered…why some guys slap each other in anime and manga. Why not just punch the person?) Making the man kneel down to her level she brushed the ink black hair behind his ear. Itachi was relived for the shadows that surrounded to two for both his cheeks held pink as he studied the face so close to his.
"What happened, I thought you said it turned out good?" She fretted as she examined the swollen cheek.
"It did, usually one of us would have a broken limb." He smirked at the odd expression she made.
"Does it hurt?" She whispered with concern. The Uchiha studied the child he saved from a bloody death. She was sweet; he inwardly thanked himself for picking up her body and smuggling her on board his fathers' ship. Having someone so concerned for him and to talk to, who didn't judge…It drove him crazy.
"No…not anymore…" He said and leaned his pale face onto the small hand by his injured cheek. Akira blushed and tried to say something, but her embarrassment was too great. She watched him close his crimson eyes and sigh.
"Akira…" He started. Said girl twitched.
"Y-yes?"
"….never mind.." He said at last and stood up suddenly. He walked over to one of his drawers and picked out a shirt to sleep in; immediately he started to undress, a silent 'eep' sounded behind him to indicate the brown eyed girl had turned away to hide her eyes. Inwardly he chuckled at her innocence.
It has become a habit for both Itachi and Akira to sleep in the same futon. Neither was able to sleep soundly if the other was not present. Itachi would always fall asleep to the distant scent of ashes and warmth. His arms wrapped around her like a greedy child and their favorite toy. With Akira she sighed into the touch of his hands tangled in her long hair or gripping the fabric of her pajamas. She was happy and safe in the older boy's arms and she was positive her parents up in heaven would be happy for her too.
Itachi was still up by the time the girl in his arms breathed softly in sleep. His hand unconsciously played with the silky hair that was Akira's. His heart was beating loudly in his chest and he wondered why. He remembered his time in the Ninja Academy all children in the village had to attend for self defense. Several girls would try to get his attention, but like any Uchiha he ignored them and continued with his studies. But the one he embraced was different. She was awkward around males; she still had trouble talking to him sometimes. And it was not her pinning for his affection but the other way around. He wanted her to notice him, to stay with him. But he knew this was wrong, the attraction he felt. She was five years too young.
Shifting his body to sit up he watched her curl into a cat like ball. Why is he thinking about rules now? He never cared much for regulations in the first place, why start now, maybe he really does have a Lolita complex? Itachi reached out a hand to stroke her face; he let a small smile show in the late night shadows. He watched as her lips parted to let out a sigh. Without really meaning to he let his long fingers lift her chin so his thumb could trace the outline of her mouth. The beat of his heart didn't quiet and he was almost nervous that she would hear it and wake up, ruining this unthinkable moment. Waiting for an absurd amount of time she still did not stir. Then a ridiculous idea came to his mind…
As the clouds covered the light of the moon he leaned towards the girl of his desire. All his thoughts about it being wrong or impossible flew away. And his lips covered hers in a kiss.