A/N: I'm back with another chapter! I edited chapter 10 as I was so unhappy with it. I'm also sorry for the slight delay with this chapter, it's a lot longer than previous chapters, hence why it took me so long to finish it. I've been really busy too. I watched three films over the weekend at the cinema (Wreck it Ralph 2, Spiderman: Into the Spider-verse and Aquaman). Aquaman was okay, but some of the dialogue was so flat and odd. It made my inner-writer cringe. Although, sometimes I feel like my dialogue is really flat.
I really struggle with writing chemistry between two characters and I feel like Akira and Itachi have none D'x I try, but I feel like Akira is the wrong person for him, although he's slightly to blame too. He's very secretive with his emotions. They're both difficult characters to write for.
IMPORTANT! The rating has changed to M. This story from this point onwards will contain lemons. I originally wasn't going to, but I decided to overcome my fear of writing lemons and actually do it.
I lean my head against Itachi's shoulder and try my best to keep my eyes on the screen. We put a film on, but it's almost impossible to keep focussed on it. Can you blame me? I have Itachi next to me! His arm is wrapped around me! My heart is racing in my chest and I can hear it in my ears. I'm glad I've seen this film a dozen of times, otherwise I'd have to face the embarrassment of admitting that I couldn't concentrate on it!
"He's a bit of an arse, isn't he?" Itachi comments. I steal a look at his face, his black eyes are glued to the screen, his expression neutral.
"Mm-hmm. Just a bit, he gets better later on. Oh, keep an eye on her appearance! It's important." I reply. Itachi turns his head and looks at me, he raises an eyebrow.
"Why?" Confusion crosses his features.
"You'll see." I turn my focus to the screen. Silence falls around us, the only sound is coming from the film.
Thoughts circle around my brain. "Itachi? How are you going to leave? Chances are, someone will see you leaving." I ask. I turn to face him once again.
"I don't care if I'm seen, let them speculate." He replies. Our eyes meet, and I swear my heart skipped a beat. I can feel my face turning bright red. I lean back slightly, so his face isn't so blurred.
"What about-" I begin to say but he cuts me off. He presses a single finger to my lips.
"It doesn't matter-" I silence him by pressing a finger to his lips.
"No, hear me out. What about your reputation? It's going to look so bad that I turned up the night before your wedding, and then you get seen at mine after getting dumped. They're going to assume you were cheating on Tsubaki and it will look so bad." I say quickly. "You could pass it off as us being friends all you want, but Tsubaki did leave you after I turned up at yours. It will look bad no matter how loud you scream that we're just friends. To be honest, we're not just friends."
Itachi takes a deep breath. "Yeah, you're right."
"Why did Tsubaki leave, anyway?" I ask, suddenly aware that I never heard the story from him. Just whatever was posted in the news and what Rin had told me.
"She wouldn't believe me, she knew I had feelings for you and believed that something happened while she was out with her friends. She believed the articles over me." He explains.
"But it was all fake, why would she get upset?" I ask. She loves him. "Oh."
"Yeah, I think the relationship was very real for her." I nod in reply. I can't help but feel a little bad for her. I stole her husband-to-be.
"How did your parents react?"
"My father wasn't happy, I think my mother was secretly pleased." He takes a deep breath. "I'd like to warn you, but I don't think he'll approve of us."
"I guessed." My eyes fall to my lap. A warmth hits my cheek and my eyes meet Itachi's once more. His hand stays on my cheek, keeping our gazes locked.
"It doesn't matter. My mother will love you, and I'm sure my father will grow to like you eventually. If he doesn't, it's his loss." I nod. "Don't worry about it, please. I'll be by your side this whole time."
"I'll try not to worry too much." I murmur. "It's a little bit scary though, I'm from a middle-class family where class isn't important. Your family is entirely different to mine."
"I'll hold your hand through it all. I'll be by your side." His hand falls from my cheek, and engulfs my hand instead. Our fingers entwine together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces fitting together. I smile, and he smiles back.
Itachi quickly glances at the screen. "I see what you meant about her appearance, she's slightly younger now."
"Mm-hmm." I hum happily.
"Is the spell starting to break?" Itachi asks. I squeeze his hand.
"Just keep watching."
I send a text to Yuki once I'm in bed.
Things are cool between me and Itachi. He's just left.
I get an immediate response.
OMG! Tell me more. ASAP. I'M DYING.
I laugh at her response and quickly type out my reply.
He came over drunk last night, and he stayed over. Nothing happened, dw. We talked in the morning and agreed to start over fresh. We spent the day together and he just left to go home.
Yuki's response is immediate again.
Are you two dating?
No. Just friends, I think. I'm not sure what we are, but we're definitely not just friends.
OMG. Did you two kiss and stuff?
NO! No, we didn't. Nothing like that happened at all. We just watched films together and cuddled on the sofa. That's all.
Girl, you need to up your game. Seriously though, I'm happy you two worked something out. It will be nice to see you not moping about anymore.
Yeah, I'm glad things worked out. I'll let you go to sleep. Night x
Night night x
I lock my phone and plug it in to charge. I roll over in bed and shut my eyes.
I walk into the office the following morning, well-rested and cheerful. I'm early, and Izumi isn't here yet.
I turn my computer on and when it boots up I begin to work.
IMPORTANT: Meeting at 12.
Good morning all,
There is a meeting today at 12 to discuss several important topics. You must attend, failure to do so will result in disciplinary measures being taken.
Have a good day,
Itachi Uchiha
CEO of Uchiha Lawyers.
I put the meeting in the calendar and send a text to Izumi.
From Izumi: I have the flu, I can't come in. Could you attend the meeting and make notes for me, please? Also, could you type them up after and email them to me? I'll get started on them as soon as I'm better. I also have a meeting with a potential client later on, I'd appreciate it if you could see them and make notes on that too.
To Izumi: Sure, I'll email them asap. I hope you feel better soon, don't push yourself.
I put my phone back in my drawer and continue working. Twelve o'clock rolls around far too soon, and I make my way to the meeting, notebook and pen in hand.
I've never been to a meeting on my own before, Izumi is rarely ill and when she is she still pushes herself into coming into work. She must be really ill to stay home.
I take a seat in one of the many chairs, amongst the other lawyers and their assistants. Five minutes later, Itachi strolls in. He stands at the front of the room and starts the meeting. I try to avoid his gaze, knowing my face will turn bright red if our eyes meet. Instead, I begin writing out notes, writing down everything he says.
The meeting ends after an hour. I linger behind, and once everyone has left the room and I use the opportunity to talk to Itachi.
"I'm glad you stayed behind, I thought I was going to have to find you later. Do you want to go out to dinner together tonight?" He asks and I blush immediately. It hasn't even been a day and he's already asking me out on a date. Butterflies fill my stomach and I can't help but feel like a giddy schoolgirl being asked out by her crush.
"Yeah, sure. I'd love to." I reply quickly.
"I'm glad, I finish at six. Do you want to hang around until then, or I can pick you up from your place?"
"From my place? Then I can get dressed into something better than this." I say with a small laugh.
"Sure, I'll pick you up at six thirty then?" I nod. His hand strokes my cheek, and lingers there. He leans forwards and presses a quick kiss to my forehead. "Have a good day, see you later."
Itachi exits the room, leaving me standing there stunned. My cheeks feeling ever so warm and my heart fluttering happily in my chest.
I burst into my bedroom and then into my bathroom. I rip my clothes off my body and step into my shower, getting immediately pelted by the cold water. I squeal and recoil, but begin rinsing my hair. The water warms up quickly, and I quickly wash my body, condition my hair and start shaving.
There's a chance that I won't get laid, but I'm not risking it. Knowing my luck, I won't shave or wear my best underwear and I'll end up in his bed again. Never be unprepared for that sort of thing.
Once I've showered, I dry myself off and wrap the towel around me, before going into my bedroom. I plug my hairdryer in and begin drying my hair. I then straighten the slight waves out, and then move onto makeup. I keep it simple, just light eyeshadow and I thinly line my eyes. I put on a nude lipstick then move onto clothes.
I go through my small dress collection, after pondering for five minutes, I finally settle on my favourite dress. A knee-length, peach dress with a high neckline and short sleeves. It's plain, but it's nice. Perfect for a restaurant.
I then pair it with small black kitten heels.
I put my phone and my purse in a small peach bag that matches my dress, before exiting my room and looking at the clock on the microwave.
6:25. I have five minutes until Itachi is supposed to be here. I pace around the kitchen, checking my appearance every so often to make sure my hair is still in place and my makeup hasn't smudged.
There's a knock at the door and I open it immediately. Stood there is Itachi, looking exactly the same as he did earlier. In his hands is a bunch of roses. He takes in my appearance before smiling at me and holding out the roses to me. I accept them.
"Thank you, you didn't have to buy me flowers." I say. He smiles.
"I had to. You look beautiful, Aki." He replies.
"Thank you," I blush. "I'm going to quickly put these in water, so they don't die." I run inside and pull out a vase from the cupboard, fill it with water and put the roses in it. I'll make them look pretty later when I get home. I exit my flat and I lock my front door and follow him to his car. He holds the passenger door open for me, and I climb in and thank him. He climbs into the driver's side.
"I've booked a table for seven." Itachi says as he pulls out onto the main road. "We'll be sitting in the back of the restaurant. We shouldn't be seen."
"I'm glad, I hate paparazzi so much." I reply.
"I know. I did make an anonymous tip that I'll be at a restaurant in Kyoto. We should hopefully be left alone." He admits.
"Thank you." I say gratefully, my body feeling warm at Itachi's actions.
We eventually arrive at the restaurant and make our way inside, not a single paparazzi in sight. Itachi's hand entwines with mine as we're led to our table. He pulls my chair out for me, and I sit down.
I scour the menu, trying to pick out a drink I'd like.
"Is a bottle of champagne okay?" Itachi asks and I look up at him, my mouth falling open in horror.
"N-no, I'll just have a glass of white wine. It's far too expensive." I reply quickly.
"I don't mind paying," Itachi replies, he places his menu down on the table.
"But you can't drink any of it." Itachi follows rules so strictly, there's no way he'd consume even a drop of alcohol before driving. Unlike other countries, Japan is really strict with drink-driving, and as a result Itachi is too.
"I'm well aware of that, I want you to enjoy yourself." He says, trying his best to reassure me, I shake my head.
"No, it's honestly fine. I'm not a huge fan of champagne, anyway." I lie. I breathe out a sigh of relief when he picks the menu up.
"I'm sorry for pushing it." He apologises and gives me a smile.
The waiter then arrives to take our drink order. "Are you ready for me to take your drink orders?" The man asks.
"Yes. I'd like a glass of water, and could you get us your finest bottle of white wine, please?" Itachi replies effortlessly. The waiter nods and scribbles it down, before scampering away. I glare at the man sat across from me.
"I only want one glass!" I protest. The corner of Itachi's lips raise slightly in amusement.
"Then have one glass, but the bottle is there for you if you want more. I'm not going to deprive you, and money is no issue." I let out a sigh, there's no getting around him.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." I finally reply, admitting defeat in the losing battle.
"I'm glad. Now decide what you want to eat, and you're not allowed to choose the cheapest option."
I let out a sigh again and pick the menu up. "At least let me pay for half." I say in a pitiful attempt to reason with him.
"No." Itachi says simply. I open my mouth to protest. "I asked you on this date, I'm paying. I have no intention of letting you pay a single yen."
"Let me pay for the next date then." The words tumble out of my mouth.
"Bold of you to assume a second date," Itachi says and my face burns red. "I'm joking. Yes, you can."
I smile, relishing in my small win. I don't want to be that girlfriend who never pays for a date.
The waiter returns with our drinks and asks if we're ready to order food. I panic, realising I haven't decided on anything.
I quickly go through the menu and decide on a dish, telling the waiter after Itachi says what he wants. The waiter takes our menus, and leaves.
We chat a lot while we wait for food, and then it arrives. So hungry, we dig in and conversation dies while we consume the delicious food we ordered.
I lean back in my chair, placing my chopsticks down and looking at Itachi who's still slowly eating his food. I blush at the realisation that I'm a quicker eater, and I must seem like such a glutton. He eventually finishes.
"Did you enjoy your food?" He asks, and I nod in response.
"It was really, really nice. Thank you, Itachi." I blush again, realising that at some point I dropped the honorific. His expression doesn't change, and I assume he's fine with it. "How was your meal?"
"It was good, thank you." He wipes his mouth with his napkin, and my eyes stay locked onto his lips. I bite my lip involuntarily, dragging my eyes up to meet his.
"Want any dessert?" He asks and I shake my head, so aware of how loud and quickly my heart is hammering in my chest.
"No, I'm fine. You can get something if you want." I say, my voice breathy. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. What's wrong with me?
"No, no. I'll get the waiter to give us the bill and then we can leave." Itachi calls out for the waiter and then asks for the bill, which the waiter willingly gives him. Itachi pays, and then he stands up. We hastily exit the restaurant, his body so close to mine I can feel his warmth radiating off him.
The car journey home is torturous. The whole time I'm desperate to touch him, to just stretch my hand to his face and feel his skin on mine. My heart hammers so loudly that I swear he can hear it too, my face is so warm that I'm certain I'm blushing.
We eventually get to mine, and Itachi opens the door for me and helps me out of his car. My heart sings when his hand touches mine, and my heart beats quicker in response. Soon we're outside my front door.
Our eyes meet, and the whole world goes silent. My eyes drop down to his lips, before meeting his eyes again, and his head tilts, moving so painfully slowly to mine.
His lips meet mine, and his hand presses against my cheek, stopping me from moving away – not that I'd want to. My eyes shut and I move my lips against his. My hands go to his face, cupping his cheeks. My right hand then tangles into his hair, pulling at it gently. Itachi pushes me forwards, until my back hits the door.
I pull away, my breath coming out in short gasps as my heart beats furiously in my chest. "Do you want to come in?" He nods, and I quickly unlock the front door, stepping inside. I lock the front door behind Itachi, and we quickly resume what we started outside.
To be continued...
This would have a lemon in it, but I need to work on what I have written, so it will be in the next chapter. I also wanted to be evil and leave you all hanging :p
Please leave a review! They mean a lot to me, especially if you tell me what I can improve on. I do write for fun, but I also write to practice my skills and improve. I want to publish books and I do creative writing degree.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll hopefully have the next chapter posted soon.
