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WARNING: This is in Itachi's POV for the WHOLE time. We've entered the backstory arc. So for like, the next six chapters, we learn about how the Cosplay Cafe came to be. Its such a touching story, really -sniffles T^T. Some, minor violence. Crossdressing, and ChiChi returns! Also, I'm quickly posting this as my time on the computer runs out, so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes that occur D:.
I changed the original title for this chapter! The backstory arc will have alliteration titles now haha :D.
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Akatsuki Cosplay Café
Chapter Fourteen: Itachi's Inception
(Backstory Arc Begins!)
"This cigarette tastes horrible." I gagged as the harmful – yet strangely uplifting – chemicals entered into my body. Yes, I may be complaining about the cancer stick in my hand now, but we all know I wasn't about to put it away anytime soon.
The red ribbons from my headband fall in my eyes and I growl, swatting the annoying things away. They were obscuring my lovely view of the hazardous, gray, wispy, tendrils floating into the air – possibly heading to destroy the ozone layer as we speak.
God I'm so irritated, but not by the blonde. I, more or less, expected such an outburst from Ru-chan. The signs were annoyingly obvious from the get go. Oh no, I was severely pissed off for more, pertinent, reasons.
Hidan was nowhere to be found at the moment, and I wanted a fucking flashback! Of all the times for the idiot to not use his dumb luck to find me, he chooses now when I'm having major flashback cravings.
Does he not know that this is a back story arc? Or does he choose to just be an idiot and ignore the pleas of a flashback running through my mind?
Cigarettes always seemed to bring those out of me. That and my – very sexy – emotional side come out to play as well.
"Where is he?" growling once more, I snubbed out my fourth cigarette, itching to start fifth one – and tell my flashback, dammit!
"Weasel-san!" was that the sound of my annoying lover running towards me? Why yes, indeed it was. About time the buffoon got here.
Running towards me with a big grin on his face, I'm holding back the urge to slap him once he leans against the wall with me. It was just one of those grins he had that always brought out the sadistic side in me – the side I'm always happy to let loose.
Instead of smiling – like my red-stained lips wanted to – I tilted my head to the side – the black mini-extensions I added in earlier falling along my shoulder – with the cigarette dangling from the corner of my lips, as I casted a bored glance towards Hidan's way.
He was still panting, and somehow I found that strangely erotic… Especially when he's panting after we've had sex.
"It's ChiChi, Honey." I blow a puff of smoke towards his face along with a 'Too-stressed to-give-a-damn' attitude.
That's right, gag as the toxic smoke clogs your system. Maybe you'll even lose a few brain cells while you're at it.
"Fuck, Weasel-san-!"
"-ChiChi," I corrected.
"Itachi," Oh my, we're on real name basis, now. Who would have thought things would have turned to this?
"Yees?" I drawled, leaning my head against his shoulder and batting my fake eyelashes. My words were like honey, sticky and sweet, obviously sending Hidan into tiny spasm of pleasure.
Sort of like an orgasm…
"What's biting you in the ass this time?" seeming to have recollected himself, Hidan wrapped an arm around my thin waist and pulls me close. Nuzzling his face into my neck, he hums softly before giving the exposed skin a gentle kiss.
Damn him and his affectionate side, sometimes.
So instead, just to play with him, I scoffed at his question. "Can't someone got out for a smoke without being interrogated?"
Alright… so apparently I was playing with him too much by the glare he was giving me.
"Don't play dumb with me, Itachi-,"
"-ChiChi," I warned stubbornly, scowling to add in a more, menacing – and highly sexy – affect.
The buffoon just rolled his eyes. Have I mentioned that they have that sort of… mysterious drawing power to them when the silver-haired man decided to become serious for a speck of his life?
Hmm… I haven't? Well then, glad to throw it out there now.
"You never bring out ChiChi unless you're either really bored, or really stressed out." His warm breath tingled along my pale skin. Of course, I had to choose the red maid's outfit with the halter top feature…
"What makes you think I'm not the former?" I'm highly intrigued by what sort of possible answers could come out of his mouth. Even though I know Hidan is smarter than he'll ever lead on to be – I've seen his other side more times than I'd like to count – but why he never shows it, I'll never know.
It must be for kicks.
"Because you're smoking." He deadpanned.
Well then. "Your point being?"
Hidan sighed. Once again his warm breath was tickling my skin, causing the hairs on my pale plains to stand on edge, ready for a kiss that probably won't come till a midnight romping session.
"You're really difficult as ChiChi," he murmured quietly, shaking his head, and causing his hair to rub up along the small crook of my neck where it meets with my collar bone.
"Honey, I'm difficult all the time," I smirked, burying my face into those soft tresses that teased my skin. "Not just while I'm wearing flattering dresses."
"The apron was a nice touch," Hidan nodded along, fingering the fabric of my apron.
"I know," I grinned lazily into Hidan's ear, loving the sound of his chuckle.
Too bad things changed from lighthearted to serious in only a few moments.
"Anyway," he dropped the fabric from his hands, and spun me in his arms until we were staring face to face. "Back to the smoking thing," of course we head back to that, "you never do that unless you're seriously pissed off about something. So talk to me, Weasel-san."
The concerned look in his eyes nearly warmed my heart. But since I was ChiChi here, and obviously not Itachi, the concerned look sent all those warm, tingly feelings down to my groin. It still got the same affect, though.
Sighing, I decide I'll give into his pleas for once, and place a wet and sloppy kiss on his forehead. "Flashback," I whispered into his pierced ear.
"Eh?" oh, don't give me that confused look. I didn't just whisper sensually in your ear to be misunderstood.
"I want a flashback." I replied stubbornly, fixing the man beside me with an Uchiha glare.
"But Weasel-san…"
Did he not hear me the first time? Or did he willingly allow the nervousness to slip into his words just to piss me off – because it was working. Jabbing my unlit cigarette in his face, I let my words show about every bit of malice I've been holding back since my flashback cravings began.
"Look, I've been standing here for ten minutes, smoking and pissed off as hell because I've been waiting for a flashback to take over." I glared at the man beside me, and I inwardly smirked at the shiver that danced along his body. "If I want to have a flashback, then dammit, I will get one!"
"This doesn't make any-," is that a retort I'm sensing? Well then, I will have none of that, mind you.
So, being the resourceful raven that I am, I grabbed Hidan by the neck, and pulled him in for a chaste kiss that lasted a mere three seconds. When I pulled back, our breaths were intermingled, and even though it was such a simple kiss, Hidan's face was still ablaze, and his eyes were half-closed in want.
Yeah… well you're not going to get anything since I've been deprived of a flashback for so long, you buffoon.
Smirking, I leaned in again, only to pinch the fool's cheek with a mad grin plastered on my face.
"It's flashback time."
+Akatsuki Cosplay Café: Let's Go Back a Few Years+
It was sickening having to watch those two get all hot and bothered in front of a crowd of horny women and leather-clad men. Honestly, I'm starting to think that these people only come to see real-life porno playing in front of their eyes, rather than relaxing from a hard day of work, and sipping fancy tea in pretty cups.
But no, they come here to release sexual tensions for a – in my opinion – heinous fee of 59.99. If it were me, I would have most definitely bumped up the price to at least sixty dollars per sex position my workers got into.
Sadly, this isn't even my café; I just worked here for the sheer pleasure of dressing up, and the wonderful feeling of pissing off my father.
Instead, Orochimaru-sama was the lucky bastard of this café, but he still wasn't milking all of it's worth! Instead, he spends his time devouring that lackey of his, Kabuto. He should be getting Kabuto to do inappropriate things for the general public, and charge extreme prices for them to watch – prices that the people would have looked over because they were so entranced by Kabuto.
But now I'm rambling, and normally when that happens, some wise-guy gains a pair and tries to make a 'smooth move' for my ass.
Unfortunately for him, though, he looses the pair he just grew, and whimpers away at my glower – the fool.
Sighing at my, now wrinkled, Lolita dress, I place the platter I was holding on some nearby table and start to obsessively fix my outfit. Smoothing out the wrinkles seemed to ease down my annoyance at how simple my boss could be at times – especially those times that involved money… and lots of it.
Alright, my dress is all in order, but I can't say the same about my stockings. So, letting my OCD take over, I hike up my stockings with a flare that only an Uchiha could pull off, and scowled at any bastard who thought he could try pulling them down again.
If they wanted a freaking freebie, they could take their asses to Orochimaru – the idiot would have happily accepted a sex friend.
"ChiChi," I cock a bored eyebrow towards my boss – apparently he finished his onslaught on Kabuto's neck quicker than I expected – and couldn't help but scowl at how unprofessional this buffoon could be at times.
"Hai, Ro-sama?" Ugh, the sickening sweetness in my voice nearly made me vomit. I couldn't really say it had the same affect on my employer.
"I would like you to report in my office in five minutes."
"But I'm on break," I deadpanned, leaning casually against the table – my stockings fell a little, but whatever, gave the man and all the other horny people around a nice view – and smirked smugly.
Not only was I difficult towards my boss, I could also still show off my sexy sides towards customers and hopefully bait them into my trap of sexyfine goodness.
Smirking at my scowling boss, I nod my head absentmindedly at his order and turn my attention to more, pressing, matters. Like how the hell did Kabuto appear at my side so fast? Unless he too, wanted a chance to obtain my sexyfine, in which I couldn't really blame him.
My beauty was flawless, you know.
"You shouldn't get on his nerves like that, Itachi." The lackey pushed his ridiculously small glasses up the bridge of his nose. Okay, so he didn't want a piece of my sexyfine. If not, then why the hell is he bothering me with information I already know.
"And he, my dear friend Kabuto, shouldn't be wasting the golden opportunity placed at his feet." I calmly replied, toying with the frills on my dress.
"What are you referring to?" You really think I don't realize you're playing dumb right now? Glasses are meant to help you see, not impair your vision even more. But alas, the fool was humoring with me, and dangerously treading on thin ice.
Glaring slightly, I have no time to sit here and argue with him since Orochimaru-sama wants me in his office soon; I pick up my empty platter and hand it off to him as I walk off.
"You're smart enough to figure that off for yourself. Now if you would excuse me." Smirking at the scowl I've managed to rouse from him, I – almost happily – sashay my way to Orochimaru's office.
If you thought I didn't catch the looks pointed to my ass before the door closed behind me, you were wrong.
Moving on…
"You wanted to see me, Ro-sama?" I had to admit, even though the man didn't know how to milk in a cash cow, he did have a very nice office. Plush, dark green carpets accented the black walls very well, in my opinion. What turned me off though – and will still send me into shivers, even till this day – was that while some men showed off their prized trophies on the walls: deer heads, elk, the works, Orochimaru had a strange fetish for snakes…
And well… let's just say he proudly showed that on his walls…
"Drop it, Itachi," he growled out, glaring those golden yellow eyes towards my way.
If I were anyone else, I'd be shaking in fear at the pure malice those words possessed. But, I'm not anyone else, and his threats were mere empty words in my mind. Banters like this were common between the snake freak and I, so you could say those words have grown on me after the few months I've been working here.
"But I thought you liked it when I called you Ro-sama, Ro-sama."
"You're pushing your limits, boy."
"It's ChiChi, not boy, Ro-sama."
"I still don't see why you were so keen on choosing that ridiculous name as an alias." Shaking his head, I silently chuckle at the man before me counting to ten and taking deep breaths to come himself down.
I found ChiChi to be a wonderful name for someone of my stature. That and it was highly original with a nice ring to it. The name really rolls of the tongue.
"It's a good name," I stated stubbornly, really not seeing where this meeting was going – other than sending the man's blood pressure through the roof. "Now, is there something that you wished to converse about, or can I leave to sedate the horny urges of men and women alike?"
"You make it sound so tedious, Itachi." Because it was – but I kept that little tidbit to myself: no need to send Orochimaru to the ER yet.
"Well, when they're charging us ridiculously low fees to only lift up my apron, the job becomes quite dull."
"Itachi, for the last time, you can not charge people twenty dollars for every inch above your waist you lift up that accursed apron of yours!"
"You're absolutely right," I shook my head in mock shame. "I should be charging them thirty dollars for every centimeter I raise up my God-given apron."
A lethal growl escaped Orochimaru's throat, and I knew I must have seriously pushed some buttons here and there. Oh well, they were highly enjoyable to push.
"Why are you so concerned about money, pray tell?" instead of blowing up like I expected him to, the snake freak just leaned in closer, twirling that stupid feather pen in his hands. "If I remember correctly you are the heir to the Uchiha clan's thriving empire, yet you treat money like its some valuable resource that claims to be accepted and worshipped."
Not worshipped, revered. There is a difference.
"Your point being, Ro-sama?" Ah… the wonderful sound of a vein popping - music to my sinful ears.
"What's your purpose for working here, Itachi? You've never actually gotten around to telling me, so let's use this time now for you to talk."
Alright… so the snake freak just slipped into therapist mode. Okay, I can easily evade any sub-plots full of angst and resentment with some mild humor on my part. So, I reclined into my chair just as he reclined into his, and brought my fingers to my temples in a thinking position.
"My father isn't exactly the 'generous' type. Hence, I happily defy his wishes and work here just to spite him." Smirking, I twirled the end of my dress with my index finger. "I especially like being paid to wear dresses. It's quite nice really."
"Is that all?" Orochimaru cocked an intrigued eyebrow.
Why yes, it was. What more did he want, a freaking back story? "Yes it is. Were you expecting me?"
"Actually, I was." The snake freak deadpanned, playing with the ends of his hair.
Well then.
"If it were up to me though… I'd change a few things around here."
Orochimaru groaned, "Itachi, don't change the subject."
Too late, "For instance, invest in more, expensive and better quality, lines of dresses."
"The one you're wearing right now is pure Egyptian cotton!"
I checked the tag on one of the dresses I wore. It was only 99.9% pure Egyptian cotton. Hence, I've been wearing a lie for the pass five months.
"Another thing!" I leaned forward, enjoying the buzz I was getting from going on a much needed tirade.
"Itachi-,"
"-ChiChi," I corrected him with the same amount of warning in my voice, that was in his. "Another thing: We should charge more for anything above the PG-13 rating."
Orochimaru slammed his fists on the mahogany desk. Apparently he heard enough about my complaints on the pricing. About time he finally lost his cool, anyways.
"What I charge now is just fine! The customers are happy, and my workers get paid a quarter of the price for their performances." Orochimaru chuckled darkly, those golden eyes of his twinkling with mischief. "If you really want to change things so badly, then why not open your own café. Do what you want, charge your own ridiculous prices, anything your little black heart desires."
You know… the man could make a whole deal of sense when he wished to. The thought had crossed my mind before. Numerous times have I woken up during the night, only to jot down small ideas for Cosplay themes that would pop into my mind. Hearing Orochimaru actually suggest such a thing to me, only confirmed my choice into chasing my dreams.
Opening my own Cosplay café, and charging the right prices for sex.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea." I chuckle when I see his face drop at my unexpected eagerness. "I've always wanted to have a business of my own."
"B-But." Did he just stutter? "From what you've told me, your father would never approve of such a thing! And what about your family's' company? What will you do if its success plummets because of you?"
"I have a twelve year old brother. He can take over for me." I waved my hand at the thought. In all honesty, I could always take over the company as a side job, but I don't see that coming anytime soon.
"You're so difficult at times, Itachi." Orochimaru grumbled, searching for something in those many drawers of his – most likely his pain medication.
"It's ChiChi," I smiled smugly.
"So, It's safe to presume that you're quitting." It surprisingly hurts me to hear that somewhat happy tone slip into his voice. I thought we had some sort of kinship after the few months I worked here.
Apparently, I was wrong.
So, of course, to jab needles into his side, I must be as annoying as I could possibly be. "Of course not, are you mad? This is the only job I'm actually able to tolerate. That, and you do give me a decent pay." I slowly rose up to my seat, the forms and blueprints for my new café were already spinning through my mind.
"I don't have enough money on my own to start a business. And like you said, my father would never support me. So allow me to say: It will be my pleasure to work with you for the next couple of months."
Smirk proudly plastered across my face, I hummed happily at the stunned look I received from my boss. Ahh… what a wonderful feeling it was to mess with my boss as much as I could.
"You do know I have the right to fire you." It wasn't really a question, but more of a statement as my hands reached to grab the metal doorknob – I was so close to freedom, dammit!
Alright, compose yourself, Itachi, as you think of a witty comeback to throw at your boss for the finishing blow.
Ah… the perfect comeback just fell within my grasp.
"You won't fire me, because I'm sexyfine." With that last statement hanging proudly in the air, I made my way out into the sea of men and women a like, ready to share my sexyfine with the world.
Moving on even more…
Alright, so the last few hours of work were boring enough. A few times, a customer tried dragging me into the supply closet, only to be escorted out by no one other than Asuma Sarutobi. He was a pretty chill guy when he wasn't craving for a cigarette.
I can thank him happily for getting me hooked on the stuff in the first place.
Moving back and forth between tables, showing off my legs, and overall being indifferent had nearly wiped me out. But our last pair of customers was slowly walking through the door, and it was my job to be the greeter to day.
Grumbling a nice strew of curses, I took my dandy time walking to the door before having to place another fake grin on my face.
"Welcome, my dears, to the House of Dolls. How may I serve you today?"
"Itachi, what the hell are you doing?"
Uh oh… lifting up my head slightly, I'm face to face with the eyes of my furious father and my overly amused mother. What the hell were they doing here in the first place? They weren't supposed to be here!
"Ah, Fugaku-san, nice to see you've finally arrived." That freaking snake bastard was right by my side, bowing respectfully to my fuming father. It was him that brought them here, I should have known. But how in the world did he ever get his phone number?
"Phonebook," Orochimaru chuckled darkly while my parents were being seated.
I now have an irrational hatred towards phonebooks till this day…
"Itachi, you look so pretty in that dress!" my mother cooed, pinching my cheeks while I brought out their cakes. It was hard to remain pissed off and indifferent when you were being showered by affection from your mother.
But, the angry vibes I was getting from my father easily neutralized my mother's loving coos.
"Would you like to say something, Father?" the sooner I get things out in the air, the better.
"I have nothing to say to a man who doesn't know his true gender." Was his gruff reply.
Alright, that one pierced my heart quite a bit. I knew my father would never be happy with my choices, but he could have at least tried to accept it a little. Oh how I wished I could wipe that irritating smirk off of Orochimaru's face right now…
"I know what gender I am father. I'm only doing this for the money."
"Bull!" my father roared, skyrocketing from his seat. His face was flushed in anger, and I'm pretty sure I heard a few veins pop hear and there.
"Dear!" my mother warned. She pouted at his sudden outburst, but not really doing much to stop him.
"We have all the money you could ever wish for, yet you still wish to work at some… some… tranny café!" Tranny was such a dirty and low term to use… "I'll have nothing off it!" Pulling my mother from her seat, my father gave me a cold glare and spoke with such anger I never thought was possible from him.
"I want you in the car in five minutes, with news about your early release from this job." Stomping away, his nearly at the doors before my voice reached his ears.
"No."
"Excuse me?"
Did I stutter? No, I don't think I did. "I said no, Father. I'm not going to follow you when my heart's screaming to live a life a Cosplay." I set my father with a cold glare of my own. "You were the one who taught me to do what makes me happy, and this is it."
"Yes, but I wasn't referring to skipping around in a revealing dresses."
Really, Father, really? Have you've ever seen me skip a day of my life?
Shaking my head, I rub my newly throbbing temples before sucking in a deep breath. "Father, I'm sorry to tell you this, but I will not be following you in your footsteps. Instead, I plan to live a life of frilly dresses and overpriced pastries. What do you think of that?"
I raised an amused eyebrow, only to have it lowered when the tingling sensation of a hand marked itself on my face. Was I just slapped? Apparently I was by the shocked faces I was getting around the room, and how flustered my father looked at the moment.
Without much of a word, Father stormed out of the café, leaving my mother to come forward and console me the way any mother would.
"Don't let your father get to you, Tachi." She whispered softly, raising a dainty hand to my, now bruised, cheek. "He's just shocked that his son looks very beautiful in a dress." I couldn't help but chuckle at that. "I'll see you at dinner tonight, alright?" she kissed me on the cheek and left with a nod on her way out.
I couldn't really move afterwards, and I didn't want to see the look on that snake bastard's face at the moment. So I just stood there, trying to process my thoughts on what had just happened.
Snake bastard wasn't happy, so he does a low blow and call my parents. Father wasn't happy, so he slaps me and storms out.
What a lovely end this has been.
"You were so cool…"
Eh? I turned my head towards the direction of that voice, and my own onyx eyes fell upon a pair of glistening purple ones. They sparkled with recognition and awe, and I couldn't help but be drawn in by their allure.
This was the day I met you, Hidan.
Last line was italisized (however you spell it) for a reason!
I borrowed Monounoke's word sexyfine 8D lmfao! Hope yah don't mind ^^
Short AN I know.
Next time on ACC: Hidan's High
Summary: Told in Hidan's POV. Just all about his love with Itachi and how he gets involved in this Cosplay Madness 8D.