Not Bad At All
Chapter 7
By: Fujii-Kun
Disclaimer: You know it... not mine. Never will be... and it's stiiill not a profitable story.
Pairing: Ita-Naru ( Main ), Kaka-Iru
Warning: this is a Yaoi story, as you all know already. I know that you know what YAOI means... If you don't know, I don't think you should be here in the first place anyways....
A/N: sorry for the extra long chapter, guys, didn't mean to. And I take back my earlier statement about the chapter 6 is my longest chapter I ever made; this one is. Well, I have so many, many troubles that came into my life in these few months, it's a wonder I did not commit suicide... geezzz… my angst mood is kicking. I'll go and wrote the next chapter of Second Chance after this..
Owkay, sorry again for the late chapter, and sorry for the cold greeting...just, don't let that ruin your happiness... and enjoyment of reading this. As I promised to my reviewers, chapter7 will be the last one with happy-fun-lovey-dovey things because, starting by the end of this chapter, the action and anticipation will begin.
Chibi Naru : Bored!! I'm bored!!
ME : what do you expect me to do then?
Chibi Naru : I want ramen again... still hungwy..
ME : No ramen for you today naru-chan, I won't buy it...
Chibi Naru : Whaaat?? Why???
ME : --Explode-- Because I have no money, okay!!!!
Chibi-Naru : --trembling--
Chibi Gaara : --pat, pat-- chill... you scare him...
ME : yeah, I havta chill.. chill... chill... chiiiiill......
Chibi Naru : --fidget-- are you still angry?
Chibi Ita : No she didn't anymore. --glare--
ME : Yes I'm still angry, but I promise I wont explode anymore... chiiill...
I promise to buy you food, but no ramen this time. not that junk.
Chibi Gaara : agreed --nod--
Chibi Ita : agreed --nod--
Chibi Naru : Disagreed!!! --pointing at us--
ME : your opinion is not counted Naru, majority wins..
Chibi naru : I'm not playing then.. --huffed--
ME : Fine, It-Chan, You may drag him now to that closet, just try to be quieter this time...
Chibi Ita : Understood. He'll be agreeable by the time I'm done with him --smirks--
Chibi Gaara : Where's my script? It's my last episode, right? --deadly glare--
ME : true --nod--
BGM : Gyaaa... Uaaah... st..stop thaaaat.. Unhhh... haaa.. aaaH...
ME : okay, Scroll down the mouse, and... Happy reading!!!
Not Bad At All
Chapter 7
by; Fujii-Kun
Feeling very tired and spent after a night with the 'Kazekage-sama', Yuri decided to not accept a guest the following night, also because 'she' had a shift job for that afternoon to accompany another rich guy to a restaurant.
Maybe 'she' needed some doping to boost up 'her' energy levels; 'she' was so tired! Or maybe 'she' just needed to ask one of 'her' friends to help and cover the job. Think about that later....yes, later... 'She' saw Shinya walking sleepily beside 'her' and she stumbled few times whilst rubbing her eyes. 'She' patted her head softly, and Shinya moved her head to looked at her nee-chan.
That red-head guy sure had tired her nee-chan a lot. He asked 'her' to do this and that, and she thought her nee-chan was treated as a slave by that guy. She knew that the guy was her nee-chan's friend though because she saw Yuri slapped his head few times; that's not an attitude for ordinary guests. And she knew that if Yuri is not in 'her' geisha's outfit, 'she' would kick that guy straight on his head. He's saying that he'll be leaving in a few days, so her Nee-Chan must prepare 'herself' to become enslaved again by him.
But, Oooooooh... Shinya really wanted to kick that guy.... hard. She looked up to the street when she felt Yuri put 'her' soft hand over her back to make sure she wouldn't fall in her sleepiness, and what she saw made her small heart beat faster and slowed her pace in an instance.
That guy......
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Yuri looked up from Shinya's surprised face, as 'she' looked up to find out what made her so surprised, or fearful. Suddenly, 'she' felt a heavy tension over 'her' body, and with praise-worthy speed, 'she' turned 'her' face to the front and saw a figure standing near the Okiya's door, leaning on the wall, under a dark shadow. His eyes glinted, even without light around him. 'She' knew who he was, no need to ask, no need to explain anything; no need at all. He saw her too, and moved from the wall he had been leaning on, walking slowly to 'her' standing place, still under the shadow. Yuri got the feeling that the guy had already been watching them from a quite long time ago, but why did they feel him only just now?
////Aaah.. he's still A Ninja, I forgot....\\\\
He walked slowly, approaching them in complete silence, and stopped a few centimetres in front of Yuri, watching her intently.
"Shinya, you go in... I'll follow." Yuri said in a smooth calm voice, even though 'she' wasn't that calm inside. Shinya looked at Yuri with a fear-surprised expression on her face and, without turning 'her' face from Itachi, 'she' softly pushed her little body away to the door's direction.
"Go in, Shinya." This time, 'her' voice was a little stern. Having no choice, she walked in and closed the door behind her.
"Can I help you, Uchiha-san?" Yuri asked in a wary voice.
"You're coming back so late," the smooth voice slipped out, chilling Yuri's back and made her flinch a little.
"Yes, My guest was very important. He asked my full service." Yuri tried to smile, but failed when 'she' saw his eyes turned cold.
"And what service that may be?" He asked, but the voice had reached a cold degree, as had his eyes. And the weight over the word 'service' is kinda make 'her' ....... well, ......... uneasy.
"I believe it's not your place to know, sir. He is my guest, just like you." Suddenly, feeling the tiredness coming back full force, 'she' heaved a sigh, and ran 'her' hand over 'her' forehead.
"You seem tired... and I want to know... why." He smiled his cool smile, and reached out a hand to touch 'her' cheek. He ran the hand over 'her' smooth cheek, and moved 'her' hand from 'her' forehead. He walked slowly, closer, and effectively twisted 'her' path back to a wall. He pinned 'her' body with his, and covered the exits with his hands, leaning closer to 'her' and before 'she' knew it, his lips were already at 'her' left ear, whispering softly, "Tell me .... Did he tire you like I do?"
Snapping 'her' eyes opened, 'she' unconsciously turned 'her' head to face him and, just like that, Itachi stole a kiss from 'her' lips.
The feeling, the warm feeling 'she' felt when those hands moved to 'her' waist and when the other moved to 'her' back made Yuri melt. 'She' didn't know why this guy made it so easy for 'her' to give up; maybe it was because of that warm feeling. That warm feeling chased away everything 'she' had in 'her' head and it made Yuri feel.... comfortable, wanted. Even when 'she' knew this guy is not good for her health. And even when 'she' felt the kiss become harsher, 'she' accepted it, complying with equal eagerness.
Where's the tired feeling? It had been lost to 'her' when the hands touched 'her' face. 'She' unconsciously sped up her mouth's pace, nipping his lower lips and making Itachi growl which, in turn, deepened his kiss and forced 'her'. He slid his tongue into her mouth with ease and he felt the body underneath his weaken suddenly. He held 'her' body closer, even though it's almost impossible, but 'she' accepted his touch. He could feel 'her' hands, one over his head and one over his face, trying to make him closer to 'her'. Hey, isn't that hands supposed to be in their respective places? Why it's on his head???
He smirked slightly, but decided to take full advantage of that eagerness. He felt 'her' hands over his shoulder now, and quickly slipping his hair tie down the trail of hair that rested over his back. 'She' buried 'her' hands in the wonderful silky hair, and enjoyed the soft caress of his hands on 'her' back.
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The sloppy kiss becomes deeper, harder and much more intimate. He couldn't get enough; the softness of 'her' lips, 'her' touch over his face and the perfect shape of 'her' body in his embrace make him want 'her' more than this. But he knows he couldn't now, not right now, not like this. He twisted 'her' head a little, and let 'her' take a few ragged breaths before he attacked again.
He slipped his tongue in once again and, this time, he entwined it with 'hers' and he felt 'her' body respond by holding him more firmly. He heard 'her' whimper and it simply made him kiss 'her' harder. He slipped his hand over 'her' shoulder and, slipping 'her' collar a little, he attacked 'her' neck; kissing the place, breathing the soft smell of the warm body beneath him and lightly nipping it, making 'her' shudder.
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'She' let his hands roam over 'her' body and wondered why 'she' let him to do that. There was no Sake to accuse yet 'she' just accepted that and, well, 'she' didn't know that 'she' had become addicted to that kiss and that touch. 'She' replied eagerly and 'she' wanted more. 'She' let him mark 'her' again and again even though 'she' knew that tomorrow morning, 'she'd' have a few marks to cover.
This was not good, 'her' inner self shouted again and again yet 'she' couldn't care less right now. 'She' shut the shouting out when 'she' felt the lips move over 'her' shoulder. 'She' let his hand moving to 'her' thigh and 'she' felt his lips move to 'her' collar from 'her' shoulder. 'She' let him bite 'her' shoulder few times and 'she' let one of his thighs slip a little way between 'hers' even though he was restricted by 'her' thick furisode. 'Her' breathing become more heavy and sweat that already covered their body had made their clothes damp. 'She' took a ragged breath again and soft whimper came from 'her' lips.
'She' didn't want to stop. 'She' didn't want to quit.
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And, apparently, Itachi felt the same way too because he came back to attack 'her' lips once again. This time, there was no teasing; not the cat and butterfly 's play type. He just plainly tried to make Yuri know what he thought about, that 'she' was his and he won't let 'her' forget about that again. His slender fingers cupped 'her' chin rather harshly and forced 'her' lips to open.
This time he kissed 'her' hard enough to bruise 'her' lips, but he met no resistance; just like what he had predicted already. Just few whimpers, but that was hardly counted when he felt her fingers tightened up over his shoulder and make their way to his hair. He could feel 'her' fingers twine themselves into his locks and holding his back rather desperately.
He don't want to stop, but he have to. Otherwise, he won't be able to restrain himself any longer. He have to stop when he could. He have to stop it.... for now.
When Itachi finally let go, he saw 'her' face flushed, 'her' breath heavy and 'her' lipstick smeared over 'her' swollen lips. He saw 'her' bright brown eyes and touched it oh-so softly with his thumb. He just wanted to laugh but he couldn't when he saw 'her' eyes and slightly embarrassed face. He knew that 'she' felt ridiculous with the lipstick covering 'her' lower face and watched as 'she' tried to clean it up with 'her' hand, while the other hand clutched 'her' fallen collar, that was still revealing 'her' smooth peach-coloured, but marked, shoulder.
Well, that's inevitable when you're kissing someone with lipstick on their lips, right? And he knew that his lips were smeared with the lipstick but he couldn't bring himself to care about that. He saw 'her' don't-know-what-to-do attitude and as 'she' tried to compose 'herself' again, he stole a small and soft kiss again from 'her' swollen lips, saying, "I'm going to take you to some place tonight."
He saw 'her' surprised face and he smiled softly, slowly fixing 'her' collar with a gentle attitude; the complete opposite to the way he kissed her just now. After that had been done, he grabbed 'her' hand and guided 'her' to the Okiya. He opened the door slowly and pushed her gently over the threshold. Before he closed the door, he bent down over 'her' back and whispered softly,
"Please remember that..." Giving 'her' left neck a soft butterfly kiss, the door was closed completely behind her.
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Slumping against the door, Yuri crawled the path to 'her' room and took a hold of the wig on his head. Now, Naruto sat down on his futon with his legs wrapped together in front of his chest. He stared out to nothingness with wide, blank eyes and blinked only a few times, trying to clear his brain. He tried to decipher what that was supposed to have meant.
That kiss..
It was no coincidence this time, it was just something natural that happened at that time. But now... His brain was slowly drowning in a massive puddle of goo. And to think that he was going to come again tonight... Naruto tried to remember, did he say anything about where he'll take him tonight? Or was it just his brain that kept replaying the scene just now? He didn't know anymore. He surrendered to the thoughts of holding the slender body in his hands and the hands that would roam all over his body.
Why hadn't he stopped it? Why hadn't he used his brain? Why was that guy constantly hovering like that in his mind? He was tired; tired all of this. He tried to run from him, tried to escape that damned group only to find out that his captor-to-be was following him in a different manner. What was he supposed to do now? Run again? He couldn't say that he hated the attention anyways but... did he have to be someone else just to be with someone that will care or treat him differently? And to not see him just for the beast inside of him? The beast that would just love to snicker if he saw Naruto play dress up. Or to give him some respect?
Itachi.... he didn't know if the guy knew him already or not but, right now, when he sat silently on his futon, piling his minds differently, he had to admit that he did want to be with someone who cared for him, even if he didn't know who he was or if he had to be someone else. Must he be someone else to be loved by someone else? He didn't know nor care at this point. Maybe he's been out of the village for far too long.
He wanted someone that cared. He wanted someone who wanted him back. Maybe he was being greedy by why couldn't he be? He'd been starved from his birth and no one ever cared. He's hungry. Is it wrong to hope that someone will finally care for him? If.... if Itachi really cared.... would Itachi care?
And would he .....
That was the last thought in his mind before he fell onto a dreamless sleep.
Naruto didn't get his day shift so he spent his day on the futon. He didn't even change his clothes until Shinya screamed his ears off. So he changed his clothes and rolled onto the futon again. He rolls over, rolls here, rolls over there again. Later at noon, Isane-Chan came to his room and informed him that Itachi had booked him already for that night. She didn't see the slight wince in Naruto's eyes or slight tenseness in his shoulder. He simply gave her a nod, and heaved a real deep sigh.
He felt something weird deep inside that had nothing to do with his heart and knew upon instinct that it was Kyuubi. Who else anyway.... he knew Kyuubi would be snickering again but he tried to shoo the fox to the darker side of the cage. Feeling something build up in his heart, or rather emptiness growing over his heart, he realised it was something very alien to him.
Something like fear mingled with excitement. Guilt was there too; guilt for actually enjoying the chance of meeting this evil guy.
Confusing, right?
Tired of weeping all day long, he decided to taking care of the day's business. Rather than doing nothing and then thinking of him all the time, he'd rather be the servant that cleans all the rooms top to bottom. Maybe actually doing something would help to alleviate his mind from someone. Preparing his face up and putting half of his make-up was something that needed to be done before he could go down.
Yeah, that will do....
Until noon...
"Nee-Chan, here are your furisodes. Which one do you want to use tonight?"
Shinya put Naruto's three new 'tato-gami' and the furisodes on the floor. The obis were placed near them and Naruto stood before them, looking at the clothes intently. What kind of image did he want to show this time?
And he nearly slapped his head for his stupidity; why he must dressed up so magnificently just for him? He heaved a sigh, and pointed to the ivory coloured one. Shinya nodded and prepared the clothes and the deep red obi for him. While Naruto was preparing his wig, Shinya put back the rest of the two un-used furisodes on the tato-gami back.
Facing the mirror, Naruto started to apply make-up and pampered himself for the impending event. After finishing his wig, he stood, waiting, for Shinya to get the furisode. He wore the white under layer and then took the red small-flowery second layer.
After that, Naruto took the offered outer most layer from Shinya, put it carefully over his body and got the Obi to finish it.
He stood calmly and looked at his reflection closely in the mirror. What he saw made him sigh again and Shinya looked over in confusion. It was either that he really did have a girly face and girly body or furisodes made people prettier.... he didn't understand anymore. In the mirror, he saw the ivory furisode with simple green thin long leaves at below-side to make him appear taller than usual. The furisode didn't have flowers or beautiful decorations as usual but he liked this one because of the simplicity. It made him stand out because the 'un-usually simple' things. And of course because that the green leaves is embroidered by some mysterious green thread, that can change it's colour slightly paler if the light hit it and gave a shade of reddish in the inner folds if 'she' moved. The furisode even have the leaves over 'her' back too.
But the obi was different. Naruto choose it and combined it with the ivory furisode just to make the cloths stand out more. How come it wont attract some attention? Red above the almost-white colour was just... attractive. Catchy. It made his confidence hitch upwards up a little. Getting up his wig, that he choose to be as simple as his clothes, he put it on his head, pin it here, tail it here, move it there.... don't forget the lenses, and..... voila!!! Yuri's in the house...
Now ready to go, Yuri walked out of 'her' room and padded down the corridor. 'She' waited patiently as Shinya ran across the corridor to snatch 'her' black-with-big-red-stripe geta. 'She' stood there, still inside theOkiya, waiting for 'her' customer to show up and became the point of many people's attention. Oh yes, they were looking at her in awe. 'She' make 'her' gaze facing downward a little to the left, giving the impression of shy and modest. And they like it. They slowed down a little just to gaze , there he was, slowly and confidently walking out from his inn with his infamous impassive face, along with the extravagantly-simple pale blue haori.
////Damn, he looks good...! \\\\ Yuri slapped 'herself' inwardly. 'She' immediately schooled 'her' face into the suave-and-polite whilst watching Itachi as he came nearer until he was almost touching 'her' body with his.
"Good afternoon..." Yuri called softly, tried to erase the memory of last night. It was kind of hard, though, when his body was so close to 'hers' like this. And surely it's hard not to remember that night's event when his hand was slowly reaching up and softly grabbing 'hers'.
"Good afternoon..." He repeated in his soft baritone voice that almost melted 'Yuri's' heart right here and now. 'She' fidgeting a little and blinked 'her' eyes few times. Itachi saw this and smiled his rare smile for 'her' surprise.
////Well, well, well... who would have thought he was capable of something human enough like... geee... smiling???\\\\
Yuri didn't realizing that 'she' was being half-dragged along the street. They walked silently, with 'her' hand in his and became the centre of attention in the street. Why not? Pretty lady with a handsome gent??? They almost said nothing and it seemed like Itachi had no qualms about it. Just as Yuri was getting confused as to where he was taking them, he stopped at a medium-sized building, famous for the kabuki show. So, he's getting them into the second-show of the Kabuki and, apparently, he had already ordered the place he wanted to sit, over the balcony, in the corner.
It was a real nice place, separated by thick paper walls and nobody would interrupt them, or him, to do whatever he wanted to do to the poor almost-scared 'girl'. Smooth move.... Yeah, a perfect plan in Itachi's mind and a big disaster to Yuri's mind.
'She' let him guide 'her' over the corridor, the stairs, and the secluded sitting area at the balcony. The show had already begin for some while and the lamps were turned-off already so they had to get used to the darkness for a while. After that, Itachi let Yuri sit first and he almost laughed when he saw 'her' sitting as close to the wall as 'she' could. Did 'she' really think it will stop him? Well, let 'her' be for a while.
And so, they watch the show with interest, well, Yuri with great interest while Itachi with small amount of interest. He could see that 'her' eyes gleamed with glee when the actors started up with comedy talk and action. He saw 'her' laugh and 'her' clapping hands when the actors showed great acrobatic moves.
"It seems that you love the show, hm??" He whispered softly in 'her' left ear and got 'her' full attention to him. 'She' looked back at him with surprise, gave him 'her' smile and tried not to look too surprised.
"Aah, the show is really interesting, don't you think so?" 'She' tried to make 'her' voice steady.
"Really? I found that watching you watching the show is more interesting than the show itself." He pulled back a little and gave 'her' his confident and seducing smile. Now Yuri forgot how to breathe, and 'she' blinked 'her' eyes to get back to reality and remembered to breath again.
"Why is that so?" 'She' asked in small voice, and quickly turned 'her' head back to the show when 'she' heard the crowd below and around them 'OOOOh'-ing and 'aaaaaah'-ing merrily.
"Hey... I didn't get the chance to look at the great moves..." 'She' looked back at Itachi with displeasure and accusing tone and a glare that was almost venomous.
He snorted softly and smoothly grabbed 'her' slender body from behind, ignoring the soft yelp from 'her'. He half dragged 'her' into his embrace and 'she' could feel his strong chest behind 'her' back, as well as a strong but slender arm circling 'her' waist snugly.
"Hey, I'm watching the show, you know..." 'She' protested lightly.
"Yes, sure, please keep on watching, don't mind me." He countered softly, beside 'her' ear again, and snuggled into 'her' neck.
He breathed the soft scent of pineapple from 'her' body.
"It's kind of hard to watch if you're doing that..." 'She' fidgeted, tried to pry 'herself' from the embrace but found out that half of 'her' mind refused to do so.
////Wait wait... It's so comfortable here...\\\\ said the rebellious part of 'her' mind.
He refused to let 'her' go and kept a hold of 'her' body firmly. He could feel the small body wriggle quietly but it stopped when he started sniffing 'her' neck. 'Her' body started to succumb to small trembles when he gave 'her' neck chaste kisses.
He watched with mild interest as 'she' curled up a little, in response to his ministration, and he moved one of his hands to 'her' neck, just to cup 'her' face and tilted 'her' head a little so he could go on and on. Yuri tried to stifle a moan by biting 'her' lips but it was getting harder and harder when his fingers were doing some interesting things to 'her' inner thigh. How could his hand moved so fast? Yuri tried to pry his fingers out from 'her' furisode and, somehow, he didn't object. He simply just twined his fingers with 'her' own and continued his lip's ministration. Now he got his way to 'her' lips and kissed 'her' deeply.
'She' sighed and somehow 'she' found out that 'her' hand was on his head now, pulling him closer. Well, 'she' could feel the way his lips slightly curved making a slight smirk, but 'she' didn't care anymore; the way he hugged 'her' body closely and the way he kissed 'her' lips made 'her' mind fly away to a place 'she' didn't know and 'she' was beyond caring right now.
How long the kissing, the licking, the sniffing and the snuggling took, they didn't care. Both of them couldn't care less anymore about time; the only important matter for now was the other's presence. They both took their time and were careless about what people would think if they saw them.
Yuri let him slide 'her' furisode over 'her' shoulder and allowed him to lick and kiss 'her' shoulder freely. 'She' let his fingers slide to 'her' face and they cupped 'her' face so he could kiss the back of 'her' neck, making 'her' shudder involuntarily. 'She' grabbed one of his hands and held it like 'her' life depended on it. They were just enjoying each other's presence, and didn't care about the crowd below them getting more anxious because of the kabuki show. Some of the time, they just sit and breathe together, with 'her' in his embrace, and Itachi nip 'her' ear softly, and 'she' could just exhale and close 'her' eyes, and tighten 'her' grip over his shoulder. It feels like hours, in silence and comfortable time.
But the next thing Yuri knows, 'she's pinned to the wall, somehow sitting over Itachi's lap, facing him and 'her' legs are spread up beside his body. 'Her' breath quicken, and 'her' face flushed. Not that he minded about it anyways. The kiss was becoming hotter and deeper with slight groping over 'her' butt.
Suddenly, Itachi broke the kiss with slight and covered surprise in his eyes. Maybe that was just 'her' imagination. Well, 'she' did feel someone with a considerable amount of chakra entering the town but it's a village for tourism; everyone could come and enjoy the show. Or maybe have some rest before continuing to the next village. So 'she' titled 'her' head in confusion, not caring at all that 'she's' sitting over his lap.
Itachi saw the face below his and couldn't help but lean down to kiss 'her' again. But this time, it was not the hot and burning type, just a small and soft one. He smiled up to the reddened face and pulled out a handkerchief to clean 'her' face from the lipstick that smeared because of the kiss. After he finished, he did the same to his face and smiled his rare smile again.
"Sorry, I took too much of your time watching the show, didn't I?" He asked while he put his forehead upon 'her' own and kissed 'her' lips lightly with a slight smacking sound. He saw 'her' cheeks flush and 'her' eyes suddenly widen, turning 'her' head to the show and watching with mild disappointment that the show had gone on too far for 'her' to understand it easily.
////Blame it to the man!!!\\\\
Yeah, as if 'she' didn't want to get 'her' attention attracted by this handsome man... 'She' turned 'her' head to see his face, only to find his slightly amused face and 'she' blushed a little before 'she' turned 'her' attention to the show again. 'She' could feel his fingers on 'her' hair, stroking the long brown strands softly. 'She' also could feel the warmth of his slender body at 'her' back because he still holding 'her' body over his chest, securing it with his arms. It caused 'her' a little problem of breathing normally and 'she' couldn't even watch the show properly. Somehow 'she' feel glad when the show was over; it was 8 or 9 PM anyway.
They walked out from the building amongst the other crowd and Itachi silently reached to hold Yuri's hand in his slender fingers. They walked together in a comfortable silence as Yuri walked slightly behind him. Somehow, in the walk, Itachi grew silent and his hand slipped from Yuri's. He slightly bowed his head and Yuri could not help but think that something was now bothering him in the most upsetting way. He was an Uchiha and, as far as 'she' knew, their cool demeanour never faltered just for slight provocation. Sasuke was one good example.
And so, somehow feeling worried out of nowhere, she grabbed his the back of his yukata suddenly, before she understood why.
Itachi's step faltered as he took a look at 'her' and, before he could react, 'she' slowly reached out 'her' hand to cup his face.
'Her' thumb slightly caressed his cheek and, without saying anything, 'she' just stared into his eyes and smiled a smile that somehow made Itachi's heart skipped a beat.
"Come on...." 'She' said, and took his hand in 'hers'. 'She' somehow managed to drag the older one but, after few steps, 'she' looked back at him and smiled sheepishly, "Eer... Which way should we take, ne?"
He couldn't help but chuckle amusedly and he walked onwards, their hands intertwined. He took her to a restaurant not too far from the Kabuki-House and they ate their food slowly, talking about the show and 'she' could feel the difference in Itachi's behavior today. He was far more calm today. Well, he was a calm person, and a silent one, but today the gentleness and the soft thing in his eyes seemed so different. 'She' wondered about it when Itachi reaching his hand forward and wiped few crumbs of 'her' cookie that had landed beside 'her' lips. No teasing tongue, no teasing tone either; just a soft, simple smile over his lips; confusing but still, wonderful.
They talked a little and that night dinner was mostly just looking at each other calmly, even Yuri felt something was going to up soon, since the usually mischief Itachi now acting calmly. Too calm for reality. Really, something had to be up yet 'she' couldn't put 'her' fingers on it.
At 11 PM, they decided to walk to their own respective places. They walked at a silent pace again, no talking or teasing; just... real calm and smooth. In front of the Okiya, when Yuri opened the front door, Itachi caught 'her' delicate hand and kissed the slender fingers softly while his eyes still fixed on 'her' face. He stared as hard as he could, as if he wanted to remember the face that was right in front of his.
"I must go, for now." That was all he said, with a slight smile on his lips. Yuri titled 'her' head a little.
"And I wont be able to come here in a while," he added after a while.
Now Yuri looking at him with wide eyes and 'she' couldn't find 'her' voice. 'She' opened her mouth, as if 'she' wanted to say something but no voice came out. Instead, 'she' just stretched 'her' arms and caught Itachi's sleeve.
Itachi gave 'her' a slight smile and kissed 'her' lips softly, savouring the taste he knew he wouldn't be able to taste in a quite long time.
"Thank you for being here with me." He bowed, "Until next time..." He slipped out from 'her' sight as he retreat from 'her' front, blending with the shadow around the place where the street lamp couldn't reach.
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Inside his room, finally alone, Naruto could only stare at the ceiling as he lay down on his futon. He blinked his eyes a few times but the memory kept coming back and he couldn't help but feel the weird emptiness and hollowness in his heart. Today's events seemed so weird if he compared with the previous ones; there was a flicker in his eye when he slipped out from his sight. And he could almost feeling a cool, almost cold aura, slipping out too at that time. The way he talked, the silent treatment he gave before he left, it seemed as though something had really troubled him. Naruto wanted to know.
NO!!!! What the heck is that????? What was with the feeling.
It's not supposed to be what he needed to feel right now. Itachi was finally gone and yet he couldn't cherish it. WEIRD!!!!! His inner-self was flapping a big red banner with the word of 'Omedetto' but he couldn't feel the same way. Well, well, well... he had sure changed, right? What would his friends back there say if they ever found out about it? And Sasuke?, How could he forget that? He's the one who caused a lot of pain to Sasuke but... look what happened these past few weeks…
But....
But.....
He couldn't make himself to feel sorry.
Sasuke...
What will he say to him? His best friend? He was the one who stopped his track on finding the damn snake and convinced him that his true power would never awaken if he let his throat be licked by the snake the whole time. Naruto knew that Sasuke was training damn hard at this time to finish his goal. And now HE, Naruto, Sasuke's best friend, Sasuke's rival, was kind of involved in a relationship more than something trivial; it's something deep. Deeper than he want to. Naruto knew that. He knew he was stepping over a line so dangerous he could sacrificing something important over another but he still didn't want to choose any option, hoping there'll be a solutions for this. If there was any.
There's has to be some way....
////Okay, now I'm losing myself...\\\\ was his last thought before he fell into a dreamless sleep. Good... because he sure didn't want to sleep if his sleep was haunted by one of the Uchihas… Either one.
Two figures jumping quickly from a huge tree's perch. They weren't in a great hurry but they still had to be fast or they'll be late for an important meeting. After some time, they finally come to a secluded and shadowy place. First thing they saw after they landed was a person alone in a circle made by few man, so imposing with bright brilliant blond hair, but right now he was shadowed by the trees around him in the middle of the night. If one could see him in the daylight, they must say that the colour rivaled the sun above, with blue eyes that really looked like the sky. But, well, it's just his hair that looked warm, because in this person's appearance, in his eyes, there's no warming thing whatsoever. It's cold. It's freezing. It's chilling. It's kinda the look that could chilling the lava in a short span of time. Even his blue eyes, opaque because of the night's effect didn't gave you a feeling of friendliness you would felt if you're near a certain person with similar appearance.
And well, nobody that's not in his part of plan could live to tell the tale anyways.
The two persons bowed in front of him, even though the shorter one was merely nodding his head. Well, Itachi felt there was no way he would bow down to this guy even though he was strong, possibly stronger than himself. And the need to honour him is still none. But that blonde person didn't even care. The shadowed figure just nodded his head before speaking in a chilling tone,
"Your vacation is over, Itachi. We have to extract the bijuu we captured during the few days of you absence."
Itachi merely nodded with a completely emotionless face, so hollow it resembled a black hole. His emotionless mask. His mask was coming back again. Slipping so perfectly into place upon his face as always. He felt it and he let it happened. He know he have to put on the mask again right after he met Kisame in the back of the inn. He left his emotion behind. But does he really have one now?
The only time he ever felt filled with emotion was when he was with a person at that village, and he had left it back with 'her'. This Itachi.... was evil again. He'd have to pretend again, he'd have to put his mask again and it was starting to tire him out. He suspected for a quite long time that the leader had a masked intention of getting all the bijuu, rather than the one he told everyone else. Well, a perfect time to find out some more. And after that, to leave this oh-so boring organization.
Maybe he'll go back again for 'her'. No, not maybe. He'll definitely go back again. To see 'her' again. To find some of his emotion he ever felt. To find the only feeling he have now. The only differences in his whole existence, because he knew it's different.
Different for what he have for his Otouto. Far more different. He couldn't decipher it right now, not enough time. And maybe, it would be the moment of decision. They'd have something to decide, something big. But, for now, he must face this painfully boring organization again. Now he must face this man again. The man that so closely resembled the one that he'd been facing few moments ago.
Well, it's not at all weird, they're relatives anyways.
And a close ones indeed....
T B C
A/N: Cliffy?? huhuhuhuhu... don't throw things at me, I may not survive... I've been to the doctor in this past few months because of a weird syndrome I've got and he diagnosed me saying : "well, young lady, you have no nutrition in your body, as well as blood."
Geee... I lived in the biggest city, the capital city of my country and I almost got MALNUTRITION!!!!! My mom's eyes got bigger than a plate and she promised to spank me, her sick girl, just because of malnutrition.
Don't you think she should pity me??? The syndrome is reeeeeally close to Dengue Fever Disease. I got a high fever, red spots over my legs, I didn't want to eat anything more than 6 spoons and I felt like my bones were hurting me as if I'd been in a marathon for 3 days straight.
And not to mention that my friends laughed at me as hard as they could because they think that.... it's a joke since I don't come from a poor family / environment and I get the... damn to hell thing. hiks...
Well, cut it here. This ending is really out of my control, since I got influenced by two of my favourite authoress on . Please forgive me if you find it.... cliff hanger-ish? I hope it's not too much so….. hehehehehehe...
So, the chibi-guys are resting since I made them take some sleeping pills. I need some time in silence. My head's twirling a little...
And this is it, the end of chapter 7. See you again in chapter 8, hope I won't take too much time to type it. And I can't believe I forgot to post this chapter on the FFnet? jeeezh...
Aah, super thanks for Imperial Mint-chan, for betaing this story... *hugs*
A super special thanks for the reviewers: turquoise-kitsune, 917brat, Maleehu, ayakane, TaiNteDxWiNgs, Afira, Sayomi-hime,
Rija, Anonymous Sister of the Author.
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