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I can't believe it's been a year since I started this story!

"But that's not all." He states as a matter of fact. "I also have the mangekyou now." She blurts out, and her hands where trembling too.

She let out a gasp when Itachi pulled her close to him, to the point that their sides were touching; her waist held tight by his arm.

"If you stay here with me, then maybe I can alleviate some of your sadness ." He pleaded her, and quickly pecks her forehead before giving her a small smile of his.

"Alright." She gave in, feeling a little bit better.

Right now Izumi was leaning her head on Itachi's shoulder while said man was rhythmically rubbing her back to ease the tension within her. Honestly, it wasn't all that bad for them, as the party was being held outside, Izumi and Itachi were inside the main house enjoying the silence.

Suddenly Izumi let out a moan, she was feeling nauseous and light-headed; vision becoming disoriented as well. 'I should've eaten when obasan told me too.' Feeling stupid now. Itachi noticing that she was turning pale, gently helped her stand up on her two feet and held her hand as he guided her to the kitchen. When they arrived to the kitchen, he told her to sit down on one of the cushions by the wooden kitchen table with a tatami mat underneath it.

"Drink this." Itachi placed a glass of water and sat down in front of her. "Thank you." She quietly tells him as she chugs the water down her throat.

"Have you eaten anything since you got back?" He inquires, and as expected received a shake of her head as a response. He was almost tempted to call her 'foolish' but held his tongue due to her mourning for her mother. He takes a double look and notices that she lost a considerable amount of weight in just one week. He bet that she lived off of food pills the entire time, and didn't have time to rest either.

"I-I think I should head-" But was interrupted with a hard 'NO' from Itachi. "If I let you leave now, you'll probably go straight to bed without even eating anything." He was firm in his resolve.

Now Izumi was furious, "What I choose to do is none of your business! Don't act so entitled Itachi." Angered by his bossiness, she stands up from the cushion and walks towards the front door. As soon as half of the door was opened, she relished in the cool summer night air. Without even sensing him behind her, she jumps as the door is slammed shut in front of her, and is then roughly dragged, his long fingers completely wrapped over her slender arm.

"What did I just say right now?" He pointedly asks her, eyes hardened as he glares irritably at her. "I'm only trying to help you Izumi, and since you refuse to cooperate I'm going to have to resort to different measures to ensure it." If Izumi wasn't feeling malnourished, she would've easily escaped from his strong hold, but for now she has to endure Itachi's overbearing behavior. He leads her upstairs and Izumi's eyes widened when he opens the door to his bedroom. She hadn't been there since she was 11. "Why are we here?" As expected he ignores her, and in lightning speed he carries her bridal style and leans his head down to her ears and whispers, "I'm going to have a word with your aunt and my parents, until then don't even think about escaping." He huskily warns her, and Izumi could feel heat rising on the back of her neck. Inwardly though, Itachi felt a smug satisfaction at feeling the vibrations of her trembling in his arms. Assured that she wasn't going to leave, he gently lays her down on his queen sized bed and momentarily plays with her long locks before using the teleportation jutsu to get back at the party.

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"Where have you been?" Fugaku narrows his eyes at his eldest, looking displeased that he still hadn't greet their relatives at the party. "Never mind that father." He brushes it off, surprising his father at his urgent behavior. "I think it'd be best if Izumi stays with us for a while." Now Fugaku is intrigued, "What makes you believe that?" He tilts his head with a curious expression. 'Forgive me Izumi.' "She has awaken the mangekyou." He confesses, both fists tightly clenched. Eyes widened for a second before setting them back to normal, "I'll let your mother know." As if on cue, Mikoto arrives to stand next to her husband, "Tell me what?" She softly inquires her husband and son, "Izumi will be staying with us for a little while, I think it's for the best because -" But is interrupted by his mother when she raises a hand "Say no more, she can stay as long as she wants, I'll inform Haruki-san."

'Well that went better than expected.' Itachi thought relieved, but his little victory was interrupted by his father, "I'm assuming you plan to help her get used to the mangekyou, am I correct?" Fugaku asks his son in a low voice. With a serious nod, he also informs his father that he will not be taking any missions from ANBU for the time period.

"Try not to get distracted with her." He sharply implies to Itachi not to get carried away with this opportunity to be this close to her , to which Itachi scoffs at. Surely, he would never commit such vulgar acts with her, given the emotional state she's in.

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When the party was officially over, Itachi, now in a pair of slacks and a black night shirt arrives in his bedroom to find Izumi fast asleep on his bed. He smiled at the sight, as he places the duffel bag Haruki gave to him that contained Izumi's essentials on the floor. Quietly he places his very cold hand on her cheek, and at that moment her eyes open and she quickly jumps out of bed to assess her surroundings.

"Hey, hey take it easy." He places both of his hands on her shoulders to halt her. "What time is it?" She tiredly asks him. He tells her it's 11:30 and that for the next two months she's going to be staying here at the manor.

"I don't want to impose on you or your family, I'll manage fine-"

"Your aunt was completely fine with it, as are my folks. Besides," He teasingly smirks at her "Who else is more than willing to help you control you mangekyou?" The surprised look on her face told him that he had won the argument.

"Here." He hands over her massive duffel bag to her "Go change and come downstairs to eat something." With that he leaves and shuts the door.

These will be the longest 2 months Izumi's ever going to go through.

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