I do not own Naruto or the Akatsuki, but I do own a large collection of rap music.
Fight me.
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Itachi flips the light switch, encasing the room in darkness. It's just him and Chaos tonight because Kisame passed out on the couch. Brise glared at anyone who tried to wake him up because he looks so cute, why would they want to ruin that?
Chaos doesn't want to admit that she feels sick right now. For the past four hours she's been feeling miserable, waving off Itachi's worrisome glances by telling him she just had a head ache. She didn't want to worry him, or Brise for that matter, especially now that it's well past three a.m., but the pain in her stomach is causing her head to spin and her eyes to water.
She hasn't felt this sick in months, but now she feels like someone's sticking a knife in her gut. A few tears slip down her cheeks and she chokes back a sob, wiping them away. Her knees curl up to her chest, the boot the last thing that matters to her right now. It's like a cramp mixed with being shot, and she doubts that she'll be able to brush this off if the pain keeps up.
Itachi's already occupied the spot next to her, back facing her. The blankets covering his body move with every slow breath, and she's jealous of how relaxed he looks right now. Her nails dig into her arms and she clenches her jaw, swallowing thickly.
"'Tachi," she croaks and instantly cringes. You can literally hear the pain in her voice, and she regrets speaking because God, is this embarrassing.
Itachi turns towards her instantly, looking at her carefully. He reaches over her and turns on the lamp on her night stand, the yellow light illuminating her face. He's taken aback by her pained expression, quickly recovering from his shock.
"What's wrong?" He asks, hand resting on her shoulder and the other on her cheek. Softly, like his fingers could make her break apart. She feels an onslaught of tears and squeezes her eyes shut, curling up tighter and hugging her knees. Her sobs are leaving her short of breath, gasping like a miserable fish.
She feels Itachi lift her up, sliding her into his lap carefully. His hand runs through her hair soothingly, her face resting against his collar bone. His other hand runs up and down her thigh reassuringly, something that would normally seem sexual if it wasn't for the fact that it was Itachi, and his mind wasn't on anything other than finding out what was wrong.
She buries her face in the curve of his neck, wrapping her arms around him because if she doesn't hold onto something, she's going to break. She sobs freely, no longer worried of him seeing her gross crying face.
"Shhhh. It's okay. It's going to be okay," he says calmly into her ear, rocking back and forth. "What's wrong?"
She can't even make out the word ibuprofen and now she has to tell him what's wrong? God, she thinks, I'm going to die.
After catching her breath, she able to say, "My stomach...is killing...me," before breaking off into an ugly sob. He nods slowly, probably thinking of what he should do.
"Do I need to get Brise?" He asks, only to be responded with her shaking her head furiously.
"Don't wake her...Medicine in the bathroom," she said, sniffling. He nodded.
Carefully, Itachi stands, taking Chaos with him. He walks to her bathroom and nudges the door open with his foot, setting her on the counter before turning on the light. She instantly curls into herself, burying her face in her knees in some desperate attempt to fight off the pain.
He opened her medicine cabinet, eyes staring at the various names of random prescriptions, antibiotics, and pain relievers. He picks up a random orange container, reading that it's for Strep Throat, and puts it back. His eyes narrow as he reads over the brief descriptions on the bottles, looking for anything that has to do with stomach aches or pain relievers. Finally, he picks up a bottle of Ibuprofen, reading the uses and deciding that it's worth a try. He fills one of the small paper cups Chaos keeps stacks of (she uses them to rinse after she brushes her teeth) with water and dumps two of the pills into his palm, closing the bottle and setting it back into the cabinet.
He nudges her slightly. Slowly, Chaos lifts her head, red eyes staring at his hand that contains the pills. With a shaky sigh, she uncurls slightly, taking the cup from his hand and picking up the pills. She tosses them into her mouth and downs the cup of water, setting it on the counter next to her. When he realizes she's done, he picks her up and again and carries her to the bed, laying her down softly and pulling the covers over her. He shuts off the bathroom light and crawls into bed, reaching over her to switch off the lamp. He lays back down, using his arm to pull Chaos into him. She burrows her face into her chest, small tears slipping out every now and then. She swallows thickly.
"Thank you," she says softly as his hand rests on the small of her back.
"Don't mention it. Just sleep," he whispers into her ear, chest rising slowly before dipping back down. His cheek rested against the top of her hair, his free hand running through the long strands soothingly. It took a few minutes for her to calm down, the pain in her stomach slowly ebbing away.
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"Where the fuck is Chaos and numb-nuts?" Hidan asked, stabbing his fork into his omelette. It took longer for everyone to wake up this morning, most rising around eleven a.m.
It was nearly one now, and neither Chaos nor Itachi had been seen. Brise pauses, setting down the pan she used and glancing around the kitchen.
"I thought I saw Chaos earlier..?"
"It was probably Deidara," Sasori said, lifting his eyes from Brise's phone. "Since they're both blondes now, it's hard to tell them apart." Brise rolled her eyes.
"Please, they don't look a thing alike. Deidara's hair is more yellow." Kisame snorted.
"Yeah, because that's the only difference."
Brise smiled and rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Who wants to go with me to wake them up?" Sasori shrugged and stood, following Brise up the stairs to her best friends room. She slowly pushed the door open, flipping the light switch and pausing.
Sasori snorts. "How cute," he says sarcastically, shaking his head.
Chaos had her arms wrapped around Itachi, her face resting in the crook of his neck. Itachi had had one hand resting on her hip bone, the other threaded through her hair. His face was buried in the top of her head, breathing calmly. Their legs were tangled together (or atleast as well as they could with Chaos's boot) and there was barely any space between their bodies.
Brise blanched. "Gross."
"Oh please, they look just like you and the brat," Sasori sighed. Brise sent him a confused look which he shrugged to before throwing her her phone. "Do what it takes."
Brise smirked and nodded, opening her camera first and taking a few pictures for Chaos. She then went on Vine, cruising through before stopping on her favorite. She paused it and hooked her phone up to the stereo, turning the volume up all the way before unpausing it.
The Patricia Vine rang through the house, effectively scaring Chaos and Itachi (and probably a few birds) awake.
"Fuck," Chaos cursed, resting her hands over her ears gingerly. She looked at Brise. "Did you really have to do that?" Brise gave her a look of innocence.
"Do what?" Chaos gave her an incredulous look before pointing to her door.
"Just leave," she said with a soft laugh, falling back down on the mattress. She grabbed Itachi's wrist and pulled him down with her, initiating their earlier position. Brise rolled he eyes, shuffling Sasori out the door and leaving it open a crack.
After a few minutes, Itachi poked her in the side. "Are you feeling better?" She nodded, head bobbing against his chest. "Do you want to tell me what was wrong?" She shook her head. He chuckled softly and rested his cheek against the top of her head finger running through her hair. He eyed her alarm clock and sighed.
"We should probably get up," he said quietly.
"No we shouldn't."
He smiled thinly, using his free hand to unwind her arms from his person. She pouted and rolled onto her back, catching his eye as he stood up. "Why do you toture me like this?" He chuckled and grabbing her hands, helping her sit up. He grabbed a shirt from his section of the dresser and pulled it over his head, tying back his hair in the process. He helped her down the stairs and into her chair, walking into the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee. Over half of the Akatsuki were gathered there eating a late breakfast, stopping to stare at him.
"What happened, you two fuck too hard last night?" Hidan asked, finishing his second omelette. Itachi rolled his eyes.
"She had a stomach ache last night and I stayed up late handling it."
Brise furrowed her eyebrows. "That's weird. She doesn't usually get sick," she said, taking a sip of her orange juice. Itachi shrugged, pouring the black liquid into a cup and pouring in sugar and milk. He talked as he stirred the contents together.
"She's okay now. A little tired, but otherwise fine."
Brise nods. "Did she ask for me?" Itachi shakes his head, picking up the cup and walking over to her.
"She didn't want to wake you," he says, picking up on her hurt. He smiled softly, ruffling her hair and pushing open the door leading to the living room.
He goes to sit on the couch but Chaos stops his, pulling him by the tail of his shirt and into the chair. Chaos sighs and drops her head onto his shoulder, grabbing the coffee and taking a drink before handing it back. He lifts an eyebrow at her.
"You're comfy."
He smirks, deciding that's a reasonable answer, and sips his coffee.
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Words: 1720
Fun Fact: Brise is vine trash
QotC: what's your favorite vine? Mine is any of the 'how to slap tall people' ones cx
Sorry for being dead for the past...two months? Whoops XD anyways, my busy season is over an I have a week and a half left of school. I'm going to Boston soon, so that means twenty-something hours of writing XD I'm hoping to get back on some sort of schedule this summer and hopefully get finished with this (more or less)*
-Chaos