A/N: So I wanted to do this before I went to cheer practice today. And since I didn't proof read it, there might be quite an amount of mistakes. Not that there already are in this story. But I promise I'll fix all of them in every chapter when I get back, because I've been wanting to for a while now.

I have to go in three minutes, so I can't put up the replies now! I'm sorry! Well, have a good day and here's your chapter 14! X)

Chapter 14: The Date

"Dammit, Itachi, un! Hold still!" Deidara shouted, grabbing the Uchiha's shoulder to keep her from squirming. "And keep your eye open, un! You're going to make me poke it out, hmmm!...Okay, done! Finally, un!"

Itachi looked at herself in the mirror. "Deidara, you have got to be kidding." She was disgusted—she looked cute, even to herself.

"Well, it's what Kisame would want you to look like, un. So you might as well give him a nice time, even if it's just the outfit, yeah. Although I bet he would prefer you naked."

Deidara got slapped on the head for that.

"Okay, I kind of deserved that, un. But I promise, Kisame will love it! Right Konan-chan?"

Konan nodded. She was sprawled across the bed, wearing black shorts and a pink tank top. "Itachi, no man can resist that outfit. Except for Pain, Kakuzu, Hidan, and Sasori."

"Kakuzu and Hidan?"

"They're gay. Well, Kakuzu's bi."

"Ah. I get it."

"Wait, Sasori, un?" Deidara asked, raising a brow.

"Artistic duo, equals love!" Konan answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Well, at least to Konan it was.

"Sure, whatever, un." Deidara rolled her eyes. She looked back at Itachi, who was examining herself in the mirror. "It's fine, yeah! Quit messing it up!" She slapped Itachi's hands away from her hair.

"I don't like it."

"But Kisame will, and then you will too!"

"I still don't like it."

"Just get out of here, and go meet your boyfriend, un!"

That was the last thing Deidara said before Itachi was literally thrown out of the house.

The raven-haired girl picked herself up from the ground, and brushed the dust off of herself. With another quick, "I look ridiculous," she walked off toward the train station, where she and Kisame were to meet.

~*~*~At the Train Station~*~*~

Kisame looked at his watch. He hadn't seen Itachi yet, which immediately mean that he was early. If you told Itachi a time, she would arrive exactly then. He took a look at his own outfit—a black baggy shirt with random gold words and white cargo pants. It was nothing fancy, just a normal outing. Well, a date. He didn't really have a point to dress up any fancier than he did on a regular basis.

It was simple. It was a one-on-one, with just some...cuddling...and flirting...and holding hands...and kissing...and—

WOAH KISAME. TOO FAR. TOO FAR. He clutched his head in shame.

Actually, no, it would be too far if he thought of Itachi na—

SHUT THE HELL UP, ME!

"Kisame? What the hell are you doing?"

Well, that was definitely the best greeting from your date.

"Nothing, Itachi-san," he covered up quickly. "So...uh..."

"Ready to go?" she asked, nonchalantly.

Kisame shrugged. "I don't see why not."

Itachi looked up. "Anyway, where are we going?"

The blue-skinned man fidgeted. "Well, I was thinking we could go just go to the park or something..."

The raven-head frowned for a moment, but gave a very very very very very small smile. "I also don't see why not."

They walked away from the train station, their hands barely touching. It was their second date, but still, even Itachi was kind of nervous. Kisame peered at his right, of where Itachi sauntered, glimpsing at her outfit. His eyes turned back quickly, not wanting to get caught checking out his girlfriend. Then again, she was his girlfriend. So he kind of had a right. But still, he was above getting killed by a girl. No doubt Itachi was stronger than Konan when it came to bashing someone to the floor.

When he saw what Itachi was wearing, he immediately knew it was the work of a certain artist and another girl. No, the artist was not Sasori. At least, I don't think he's a girl. ANYWAY! With what Itachi was wearing, there was no way she would have picked it out of herself. Her outfit consisted of a frilly camisole and a short jeans skirt. And he knew Itachi absolutely refused to wear anything frilly. He wondered how the hell they got her to wear such a girl outfit.

"It's Deidara and Konan's fault," Itachi suddenly said, as if she read his mind. "It's fine, I don't like it either."

Kisame's eyes widened and he vigorously shook his head. "No, no, no! It's not that at all! I...I...honestly really like it!" He put his hands in front of him in a "I surrender" position as Itachi stared at him. Please don't kill me...

Itachi looked away. Wait, was that a blush on the Uchiha's face? "Well...then that's good. At least...I hadn't gone through a date with the complete embarrassment of wearing something so out of my character."

Kisame patted the Uchiha's head. "Nothing's embarrassing. C'mon. If it's for me, at least."

Itachi rolled her eyes. "Hn."

When they reached the park, it was three. PM stupids. Not AM. Jashin.

Young children swung on swings, climb on bars, some teens talked on swings, some children were bullying others, and the adults were talking in a couple of groups, or attending their children.

Itachi seethed. "I don't like little children..." she muttered, folding her arms across her chest.

"You were a child at one time you know," Kisame pointed out, putting his hands in his front pockets. They walked along the sidewalk that left the large playground, shifting through grass and trees.

"I know. But I wasn't as loud an annoying like they are." She had a point there. Itachi had always been a quiet, studious child.

They continued walking, talking about anything that came to their minds.

"What's wrong with pudding?"

"It's squishy."

"So are people's butts."

"Kisame."

"Sorry."

It was quiet for a while, just the two enjoying the scenery around the park. Large trees grew toward the sidewalk (although it was in the middle) and there were a few "groups" of flowers sprouting around as well. Small, thin weeds sprouted from the cracks of the square block pavement.

"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Itachi and Kisame both flinched harshly as they heard the scream. They knew the person wasn't far away—it had practically just burst their eardrums. It continued, and Kisame looked at Itachi.

"We need to shut that thing up," Itachi mumbled.

Kisame nodded. He was thinking the same thing. The two looked for the screaming voice behind the trees and bushes with no luck. It still continued, but a couple of sobs could be heard after each scream. Even children have to breathe, you know.

"I found him, Kisame!" Itachi shouted.

Kisame peered up from where he was looking (which was in a bush) to see his raven-haired girlfriend holding a small child.

"Shh...Sh...what's wrong, dear?"

"Uuu...uhh...my...mommy..."

"What about your mom?" As much as Kisame could tell Itachi was kind of irritated, she used a gentle motherly voice.

"I...I...can't..." Sob. "F-fi-find her..."

Itachi's eyes even softened. "Do you know where you saw her last?"

"The...the...pwaygwound..."

"Okay. Then let's go to the playground, alright? We'll look for your mommy there." Itachi turned her head a little backward. "Kisame, let's go."

Kisame nodded. It was very surprising how willing Itachi was to help this child. The little boy was about three or four. Five at most.

It wasn't a long way back, at least for the two teens. Itachi carried the boy in her arms, gently rocking him back and forth to calm him down.

"Do you see your mommy?" she asked, putting him down.

"Umm..." The boy put a finger in his mouth. "OH! Dere she is!" He pointed with his wet finger at a woman near the bench. She looked anxious. "!"

The woman looked up, startled. Then, her eyes widened. "Ikuto!" she screamed, rushing toward her child. "How many times have I told you not to leave mommy's sight!"

The boy looked down. "I'm sowwy. But mommy, these two bwought me back! Tank you!"

The woman hugged her child and cradled him in her arms like Itachi had. "Thank you very much! Ikuto-kun gets lost so often, and I get worried sick whenever I can't find him."

"It was nothing, ma'am."

When all was settled, and Itachi and Kisame had gotten back on the sidewalk that was in the middle of the woods, Kisame decided to tell Itachi his observation.

"You aren't all that cold, Itachi-san."

Itachi looked up at him. "It was just out of impulse," she argued.

"You never do anything out of impulse."

Itachi gave him a blank look, but Kisame just chuckled. "Still, that was very sweet." He gently kissed her forehead.

She turned red, but held his hands so he wouldn't go. "Th...thank you." Itachi stood on the tip of her toes to reach the second-year's lips, and she pushed slightly against them. "By the way, that's a real kiss, Kisame."

Kisame smirked. "Oh, is that so?"

Itachi glared at him before he could pounce on her in public. No way in hell that would happen.