They finally let her be. By let her be, she meant leave her alone while they went outside to converse. She blushed, trying to figure out just what happened. She patted her pockets, looking for her one source of comfort. Her phone. She scrolled to CrimsonNights name, her face heating. It was the middle of the night… He probably wouldn't answer her, but she… she gulped and started to type.
PaleMoon: I am sorry for texting you so late, but I fret my heart may be going out of whack. I felt the need to tell someone of my incoming attack.
She giggled, feeling a little bit better. Even if he didn't see it, he made her feel better.
CrimsonNight: Rather late, no? Perhaps your attack is fated on the lack of contact.
She blinked. Contact? A few seconds later her phone beeped.
CrimsonNight: Contact with me, that is. I feared when you were not online tonight.
She blushed, her fingers shaking as she typed a reply. All the previous day's events became small, trivial, as she spoke to him. It was like the world was based on him. Each of his carefully typed words made her swoon. He was so intelligent. His way of writing elegant. Surely no one at her school could be someone so overwhelmingly canny.
PaleMoon: So wistful tonight, may I ask why?
She buried her hands in her face, her embarrassment rising. She was becoming so very candid with this person. She could say witty things she could to no other, not even Gaara.
CrimsonNight: Perhaps it is sentimental attachment. It is not often I get a good conversation.
She huffed, her face heating worst. She looked up, making sure the boys weren't around. They seemed to be in a heated argument outside the door.
PaleMoon: Witty man, you are. But I believe I must take my leave. It is rather late, no?
CrimsonNight: If you wish it, so be it. Will you text me tomorrow?
PaleMoon: And suffer a day without Knight? Hardly. I will text you as soon as we wake.
Itachi stared down at his phone, eyes dark. She said we. Never before did she speak in terms of two. Where was she? At a mans? He glowered at the oncoming feeling of jealousy. She was a simple girl. He had no reason to feel so heated about her comment. Perhaps it was just a slip of tongue.
His gaze traveled over to his bed, a small grin lifting his lips. Such a small little mouse made her way there earlier. Funny, how it all turned out. Hidan was never one to keep interest, but for whatever reason he found himself protected her once again. Although he had to admit, she was rather amusing. She didn't fight to stay in his bed, or even try to strip, instead she merely spouted nonsense.
Then there was his brother's reaction. It had to be the most comical part of all. He looked like one of those cartoons, red faced with anger.
He leaned back in his chair, eyes focusing on the moon. PaleMoon… Such an interesting character. Who are you?
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Zeelee-Vallen: Been awhile since I've updated this story. Its short, but some ItaHina! So funny how they keep dancing around eachother so x3 I even looked up some fancy words for this one! I hope you appreciate it.
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