Chapter 7

A Tragic Tour Part Two:

Breaking the News

"Sasuke, why are you such a cold hearted asshole?" I asked Sasuke, who was sitting across the breakfast table from me. He shrugged and put another piece of his bacon and tomato omelet that he made into his mouth.

"Grr…look, should I tell her or not?" I asked. He really was not helping with the situation. How am I supposed to tell Deidara about the fact that this tour that I agreed to go on isn't just a tour? It's a fucking competition! Against her! We both are not on the same teams! Gosh man what the hell? If I win this competition…this will probably mess up our friendship forever. Dei works so hard on her dancing and just…ugh.

"Yeah, you're gonna have to tell her eventually." Sasuke finally said, then took a swig of his orange juice. I sighed before looking at his food. It looked really good right now. And I'm hungry. A bacon and tomato omelet sounds good right about now. I think I'm gonna steal his plate since he's being a cold hearted bastard….hehe, gosh I'm so evil. I pretended to narrow my eyes at something in the distance. Once I saw Sasuke's confused look out of the corner of my eye, my eyes widened in shock and I gasped loudly.

"Sasuke! Look!" I shouted, pointing frantically out of the window. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at me before whipping his head around. Hahahaha, perfect! I swiped his plate of food and dug in.

"Wha-I don't see anyth…ITACHI!" Sasuke yelled angrily at me as he turned back towards me.

"Hahahaha!" I giggled out in between chewing. Ooh, this shit is amazing. Sasuke is a good cook after all.

"Grr, dammit, give me my food back!" Sasuke lunged at me. I got up from the kitchen table and ran with the plate still in my hands while shoving food into my mouth.

"That's what you get for being a jerk!" I shouted in between chews. I was almost at the bottom of the stairs when I suddenly smacked into something. And the plate with the precious food slipped out of my hands and fell to the floor.

"Jesus, Itachi, watch where you're going honey!" It was my mom that I bumped into. I looked up and saw that she didn't really have a pleased look on her face. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she had on business casual clothing. The front of her white blouse was covered in oil and bits of egg, and some of it got onto her khakis. She had her hands on her hips. I laughed sheepishly, while scratching the back of my head.

"Whoops…sorry Mom."

"Do you need gla-"

"Itachi, I'm gonna kill you!" An angry Sasuke hollered from down the hall.

"Sasuke Uchiha! You stop running this instance!" My mom snapped, glaring at Sasuke.

"But Mom, she stole my-"

"I don't care what she did young man, you will not run in this house. Both of you. Understood?"

"Yes Mom." We both said in unison.

"Good. Itachi, clean this mess up. Then I want you to make Sasuke more food since you took his food, and then meet me in my room so you and I could have a chat." My mom ordered coldly. She gave us one last glare before walking past us. Then, there was silence. Damn, I kind of feel bad for taking Sasuke's food. I turned to look at him. He was glaring at me.

"Sorry." I muttered.

"Hn." Sasuke then turned and walked away from me. Well, fuck him then. Shit, at least I apologized.

I walked down the hall and opened the supply closet. I pulled out a broom, a paper towel roll, and a dustpan. Then I set to work on cleaning the mess I made. Once I was finished, I went into the kitchen to see Sasuke already preparing himself some more food.

"No! Sasuke, it's okay! I got it, I'll make it!" I hollered, running over to him. Sasuke didn't say anything. Instead he continued cooking.

"Sasuke, Mom told me to make it for you." Still no reply. Ugh, time to be creative. Suddenly, a smirk came upon my face.

"Hey Sasuke, you like my new bra? I got it at Victoria's Secret yesterday when I went shopping." I lifted up my shirt to reveal a black lacey bra that I got yesterday. That definitely caught Sasuke's attention, since he whipped his head around. Haha, it's just went from 0 to 100 real quick. Haha, just quoted Drake right there.

"Wha-" Sasuke's eyes widened at the sight of my exposed bra. A blush immediately creeped onto his face, and I guess he started choking on his saliva. Then, he started backing away from me. I grinned triumphantly before pulling my shirt down and taking over Sasuke's work. So far he was in the process of dicing up two slices of bacon. I guess I will finish that then.

"You should…really stop doing that." Sasuke forced out, after trying to clear his throat numerous times.

"Yeah, I know, but it gets you to listen." I put the diced bacon aside, and set to work on dicing a tomatoe half. Once I finished that, I cracked to eggs, dumped its contents into a small bowl, and began scrambling them with a fork. Once I was done with that, I greased a heated pan before pouring in the eggs. I then pour in the bacon and tomatoes, and proceeded to make the omelet.

"Well, also what you did is kind of incestuous in a sense." At this I scoffed. He has seen every damn thing. Hell, we even kissed. He shouldn't even be talking, because I know he liked it.

"Hmmm…." I say knowingly.

"Hmm, what?"

"Don't act like you haven't seen everything, because you have. And let's face it, it's kind of fun to be a little naughty every once in a while, don't you think?" I dropped my voice down to a whisper so that Mom doesn't hear. Not that she would anyway, since she's probably in the living room, or up in her room, but…just in case.

"Itachi." Sasuke gritted out warningly before opening the fridge and grabbing the bottle of orange juice and refilling his glass.

"What? I'm just saying." I say as I fix his plate. Then I brought it over to the table. This is kind of fun, even though it's arising those feelings I had that time when we accidentally kissed. I'm starting to like this new feeling that I'm having. I guess I will push it a little more…

"I mean, come on, I know you liked it." I say in a seductive kind of way as I cross over to where Sasuke is. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stated. I decide to take it a little bit further.

"Hm, wanna see them again?" I asked, raising my shirt up just as he was taking a swig of his juice. When his eyes landed on my chest, they widened, and he spat up orange juice. It sprayed all over my chest. Damn…mood killer.

"Ugh, you killed the vibe. That's disgusting." I grimaced, removing my shirt completely. I used it to wipe the juice that was running down my boobs and bra. Damn, that was my favorite shirt, too. It had Biggie Smalls on it. Sasuke did nothing but cough violently.

"What…what is-" He was interrupted by another wave of coughs. Hm, actually, on second thought, he didn't kill the vibe….hehehe. I looked at my soaked bra and got an idea. Oooh, don't I love torturing Sasuke-kun.

"Ugh, you messed up my new bra, you jerk." I muttered in mock annoyance. Then I unhooked the latch and took it off completely, my perky boobs popping out. Sasuke saw this and his eyes widened even more, and his coughing stopped completely.

"What?" I asked, feigning innocence. I followed his gaze with my eyes, and stared down at my exposed chest.

"Oh, haha, right. These. They're perky aren't they?" I asked. When I received no reply, I continued.

"Yeah, I think I'm a size 38 C. Yeah, that's right. I really like these. I mean, come on, what guy doesn't like a girl with perky boobs, you know? They're perfect. And round. Just like a porn star's." I say, touching them. I look up and see Sasuke staring intently at them, a husky look in his eyes. It just fueled me even more.

"You wanna touch them?" I asked, walking over to him. Sasuke just stood there, staring at them.

"C'mon, touch them." I whispered, smirking. Tentatively, Sasuke lifted up a hand and gently stroked one, curiously feeling it.

"Yeah that's it…" I said softly, watching as he did this. His hand then started tweaking with a rosy nipple.

"Cute right? Aren't they firm?" I asked him, looking up at his face. He looked into my eyes, then smirked.

"Hn." He moved his other hand to play with the next one. I watched as he started pulling at my other nipple, rolling it around in his other hand. Then, he started moving both of them counterclockwise in a circular motion.

"They're so big. For your form at least." Sasuke muttered, now squeezing them. The sensation was starting to get to me.

"Yeah, I know…" I sighed, watching as he started moving them counterclockwise, this time a little bit faster.

"You're enjoying this?" Sasuke asked me. I looked up at him, nodding.

"What's it feel like?"

"It's kind of a mixture between the feeling of someone stroking your hair and getting a shoulder massage. It's nice." I explained, closing my eyes.

"They're firm. And nice. They would make a girl jealous." Sasuke muttered. I opened my eyes in surprise.

"Is that a compliment?" I asked.

"Hn." Sasuke said, as he started playing with my nipples again. Then he sighed.

"We should probably stop now, before Mom or Dad sees us."

"Damn…yeah, we probably should." I say reluctantly. Sasuke stops moving them around, but he keeps his hands on them. His hands arm big and warm. We both make eye contact.

"Should we take this upstairs?" I asked. Sasuke thought about it for a moment, before nodding.

"Aaaahh…" I moaned out, clutching Sasuke's head. The way he was putting that tongue to work down there was so nice. Oh yeah, he's eating me out, in case you wanted to know.

"Mmm." Sasuke moaned softly, swirling his tongue around a particular spot that was making my toes curl.

"Nnn…" I moaned, spreading my legs wider. Sasuke used his thumbs to spread my pussy open a bit more, so that he could gain more access. I watched as he licked the new exposed region from the bottom to the top, dipping his tongue in between there. Then, he closed his lips around it and began sucking on it, which sent new sensations tingling through my body like hot fire. More specifically, down there. I watched as a trail of my wetness followed as Sasuke lifted his mouth from my pussy for a second. Then, he lowered it and set to work.

"Aaah…where did you learn to….do this?" I asked him. Sasuke let out a short laugh.

"It's natural." He said, dipping his tongue inside of me. I gasped and clutched his head a bit tighter, closing my eyes.

"Oh god…" I moaned out, feeling Sasuke go in and out with his tongue. After a while, he pulled it out and went back to work on sucking on that one spot that had my toes curling. I felt a pressure start to build in my belly. Uh-oh, I'm about to cum.

"Sa-…Sasu-ke…" Sasuke sucked harder and harder, spreading my pussy lips even wider. Then he stuffed two fingers inside of me, and jammed them against my sweet spot over and over again.

"Uh…mmm….ahhh…AH!" I orgasmed (is that even a word?) all into is face, and relaxed myself, still leaving my legs spread open.

"That good?" Sasuke asked, licking his cum covered lips as he sat up. I nodded. Sasuke stared at my exposed womanhood, dipping his fingers in it, and started playing with the cum that sat there.

"This place is nice…pussy game on fleek." I laughed loudly at this. Oh my gosh, I never thought in a million years that I would hear Sasuke James Uchiha ever say that.

"Oh my gosh, did you really just say that?" I breathed out. Sasuke smirked.

"Oh my gosh, that just happened…that literally just happened. Oh my god, that hilarious." I laughed.

"Itachi?" A voice called. Sasuke and I both froze. Shit. That's Mom.

"Itachi?" She called out again. Dammit.

"Hide in my bathroom." Sasuke mouthed to me. I nodded before grabbing my shit and making a mad dash to his bathroom, shutting the door in the process. I pressed up against it, to listen to what was going on out there. Sasuke's bedroom door opened.

"Sasuke, honey, where's Itachi?"

"She's in my bathroom. She couldn't make it to her bathroom, so she barged into mine." Sasuke lied. Phew. Good cover.

"Oh. Ugh, what's that smell?" She asked in disgust. Oh shit. I started snickering, and I had to throw my hands up to my mouth to try and mute it. Hahaha! Let's see what Sasuke has to say for this.

"It was probably Chase. He was in here a while ago." She's not gonna believe that dumbass.

"Uh-uh, honey, that's you. You need a shower. Now." My mother said. My laughter started to bubble up again.

"I do not smell, I showered this morning. That's probably Itachi you're smelling, since she's the one using the bathroom." I paused in the middle of putting my shirt on. Excuse me?

"Oh no, that child is not having ice cream for a month. That's ridiculous." My mom said in disgust. I quickly finished putting my shirt on, then threw my spandex on, before flushing the toilet, and quickly washing my hands. Then I barged out of the bathroom.

"Mom-"

"Honey. Stop it. No girl should be smelling like that. You're not having ice cream for a month."

"But-"

"That's final. Don't make me repeat myself." She warned in a dangerously low voice. I sighed.

"Fine."

"Good. Now come with me, we need to talk." She said sternly, before turning and walking out of the room. I turned to Sasuke and flipped him off.

"Payback." He mouthed, smirking. I glowered at him. He just snickered and pulled out his phone. I could have sworn he made the letter "v" with his two fingers and made a licking motion with his tongue in between them right when I turned around. Ugh, that motherfucker.

…..

"What's up, Mom?" I asked, plopping down on her bed. She sighed, leaning against her dresser.

"Honey, I'm worried about you going on this tour." I looked at her, confused.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I mean…I just don't want you getting mixed in with trouble."

"Mom, I'm not gonna-"

"Honey, I know you, okay? You like to be a bit wild sometimes, and that's perfectly okay for a teenage girl, but just be careful, okay?" She asked me.

"Mom, I'll be fine, don't worry." I reassured her. She sighed again.

"Did you talk to her?"

"Talk to who?"

"Deidara." I gulped.

"Shit, I for-oops, I mean…shoot I forgot about that."

"Haha, it's okay to swear, you're 18." I looked at her in surprise. Usually, she would've smacked me in my face if I swore around her.

"But, it's weird, because you know, you're my mom."

"Hahaha, trust me, I was once your age back in my day, I know the struggle. It's okay, it happens. So anyways, you were saying?"

"Oh yeah, I kind of told her about the tour, but at the time I didn't know it was gonna be a whole big ass competition, you know?" I asked, putting my hair up into a high-bun.

"Yeah. You still have to tell her though."

"I know, but it's just so freaking hard. She works so hard just to be noticed, and I would hate to put more competition on her. That's a lot of pressure. And plus, with what this competition holds itself, it's even more pressure. And if I win…this could possibly ruin our friendship." I sighed, feeling frustrated. I didn't know what to do.

"So here's what you do. You tell her. Tell her straight up."

"But Mom-"

"Listen to me. Take her out to lunch today and tell her. She has to know. It would only lead to worse problems if you leave her out of the picture and make her feel as though you were setting her up. She's going to get angry, trust me, I know, but it's best you tell her straight up now. Trust me, it will save a lot of trouble in the long run." Mom explained. I sighed. She's right. I guess I need to do this.

"Okay."

"Now go get dressed. Here's some cash. Don't stay out too late." Mom gave me a small wad of cash. Woah.

"Uh…thanks, Mom." I said.

"You're welcome sweetie. Now go, get out of here."

I pulled up to a big, pretty mansion. Dei's house. I honked my horn.

"Alright, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I heard Dei shout as she dashed out of her house. She waved brightly at me as soon as she saw me. I waved back, even though I felt the guilt already clawing at me just at the sight of her happy, giddy self. It's gonna be crushed as soon as I tell her the news.

"Sup my bitch?" Dei asked as soon as she got in the car. I smiled as best I could.

"We're goin' out to eat. Chipotle sound good?" I asked. Dei scoffed.

"Nah, that shit's for white bitches."

"But you are white."

"Asian. There's a difference. I don't look like your typical Japanese bitch, but I sure am."

"True. True. Where do you wanna go then?" I asked.

"Bitch, I want a burger. Let's hit up Five Guys." Dei 'whooped, whooped!' at the end of her sentence. I sighed, then laughed. Boy, am I gonna miss this happy chick.

"Alright, Five Guys it is." I said, then pulled out of her driveway and started driving.

"Hey, let's turn on some music, shall we?"

"Do what you want, girl. I don't even give a fuck." I said, slowing to a stop at the stop sign. Then I started driving again.

"Mmm, let's see….do I wanna hear some rap music, or try listening to Ino's pop music?" Dei asked herself.

"I thought she listened to rap music." I said, frowning.

"Yeah, she does, but she also listens to pop music too. She likes this new song by Tove Lo…is that the woman's name?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, and I think it's called Talking Bodies, or Talking Body, or something like that. Anyway, she keeps on playing it, and it's kind of catchy, so I think I'll jam out to that song." Dei hooked up her phone to the Bluetooth thing and pulled up YouTube, using her data. Then she played the song.

"This song is really catchy, so sorry if I start singing it later on." I apologized. This song is really catchy. I like it though.

"It's cool girl. Now if we're talking body." She started singing.

"You got a perfect one so put it on me." I sang back.

"Swear it won't take you long."

"If you love me riiiiight, we fuck for liiife, on and on and on." We both sang together. We sang only the chorus parts of the song, since that was all that we knew. Oh, did I tell you Dei's a pretty good singer? She's really good.

"Dei, how come you didn't do the acapella group at school?" I asked. Dei fell silent. Did I strike a nerve? I hope not.

"Because, dance is my passion." She answered. I gulped. Damn. Damn it all.

"Well, yeah, I know that, I just meant as like a little side thing. Your voice is really pretty."

"Thanks girl." She replied. I relaxed a little bit. Good, well I guess she's okay. We pulled into the drive way of Five Guys.

"Ready to eat, babe?" I asked her as I turned the car off. Dei unplugged her phone.

"Hell yeah. Now, where's my delicious cow intestines? I'm hungrier than a bitch." I started laughing. Cow intestines?

"Uh, ew. And yeah, so am I." I said, getting out of the car.

…..

"So, why did you really call me here?" Dei asked, wiping her mouth. I sighed, putting my burger down. We both got double bacon cheeseburgers and French fries.

"Well, you know how I get to go on tour and what not?" I asked. She nodded, that dark look coming into her eyes again. Just then, I remembered a juicy piece of gossip that I think she might want to hear.

"Dude!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening.

"What?" She asked, that look leaving her eyes. I smirked. Good.

"Sasuke ate me out today." Dei's mouth went slack.

"Shut up." She said in disbelief.

"I'm deadass." I told her, taking a sip of my Sprite.

"You're kidding. Spill." I told her everything that transpired. Her mouth was slack the whole time.

"Wow. Congrats. Was it that good?"

"Uh, hell yeah. He's fucking amazing." I said. Dei smiled, shaking her head.

"So what next? Are you guys gonna fuck?" She asked. My eyes went wide.

"N-No! That was just a onetime thing, I swear! We got caught up in the moment."

"Mmhm."

"I'm serious!"

"Okay, I believe you. So, about the tour? Did it get cancelled or something?" Dei asked. I sighed again.

"Okay, so it turns out that it's the root of the competition. I was basically put on Kid Ink's team. He wants me to perform at his concerts and stuff. The competition is basically for an award that's only given out every ten years. It's the best display of the hip hop culture award. Nicki Minaj and Kid Ink were chosen for candidates for the award. Whoever shows the best obviously gets the award. And they need the best dancers to help them win. And to the best dancer, they win three mil, their name and profile and shit becomes nationwide, and they get to be featured in the next BET awards show. Also, they get to be in all of the artist's music videos for their new album. And Dei…I'm competing against you." At that, her jaw went slack.

"What?"

A/N Oooooh….some real shit just went down. Is Dei gonna be okay with this whole competition thing? Does she have to work even harder to make herself acknowledged? And what's up with this whole thing with Sasuke and Itachi? What is Shisui finds out? Ooooh…we shall find out next chapter. Oh, and by the way, the next few chapters after the next will be in Dei's point of view. We gotta see how she's feeling too. See ya! I will update soon!