(A/N: Hey all! Shinigami Goumon here! Sorry for the wait! Here's the next chapter!)
Hotaru had always laughed when she had heard her friends talk about their, "Three-Day-Eat-Cookies-And-Cry" period after a break up.
So when she found herself watchingultra sappy chick flicks instead of her usual comedy/slasher/horror/anime genre and stuffing herself to the gills with Oreos, Chocolate chips and Ben & Jerry's, needless to say, she was a little shocked.
After the third day, she managed to slather on her black shadow and eyeliner as well as her clear lipgloss and stumble out of doors.
The weather just didn't reflect her mood anymore; all bright and sunny, made her sick.
Hotaru currently sported an angsty scowl that would have made Sasuke and Gaara proud if they had seen her.
It seemed that everywhere she went, there were happy couples, making out, trying to eat each others faces.
It infuriated her; stupid damn pride.
It wouldn't let her do anything!
And she didn't dare interfere now because she didn't want to make Iruka sad.
"Besides…" Hotaru grumbled, "…my inner Yaoi fangirl wont have them breaking up. They just look too kawaii together."
-WHMP-
"Watch it…stupid woman." A voice growled.
Hotaru lifted her gaze and glared so fiercely that it could kill a man.
"Mind repeating that?" she snarled.
The man glared back, just as cold (apparently, he had immune)
"You." he growled, red eyes flashing.
Her ferocious glared lessened slightly.
That waist length hair...
...the magekyo sharingan eyes...
She knew who it was instantaneously.
"Itachi?" she frowned, "What the fuck are you doing here?"
(That's right! The only one who's name I decided not to change! Why? Because 'weasel' fits him to a T!)
"I heard my idiot brother came here." Itachi said coolly, "I couldn't just let him escape."
"I see." Hotaru muttered.
She moved past him, waving briskly over her shoulder.
"See ya." She said continuing on her way.
"Hold it, right there wench." Itachi growled, grabbing hold of her arm, "You are a close acquaintence of that fool. You shall take me to him."
Hotaru whirled around, eyes flashing a menacacing, demonic red-orange.
"You should know better than that." She snarled, taking hold of his wrist so fiercely the bones began to crack.
Itachi hissed in pain, but refused to let go.
"Take me to my brother, woman." He spat.
"No." Hotaru growled, tightening her grip.
"Now." Itachi snarled.
"NO." She said loudly, gsqueezing his wrist even tighter.
"I demand that you take me to my foolish brother!" he said, eyes watering in pain.
"What part of NO don't you understand?" Hotaru cried, whirling around and kneeing him in the nads.
Itachi released his grip and Hotaru stormed off.
"God…all men are the same, no matter wher you go!" she grumped.
"Hold it!"
"Huh?" Hotaru thought, turning around slowly, eyes widening in disbelief, "I don't believe this."
"Get back here, woman!" Itachi snarled, holding onto a nearby tree for support.
"What the-!" she cried, spinning around breaking into a run, "Don't you know the meaning of the words, 'GIVE UP'!"
"Take me to Sasuke, fool!" Itachi cried, jogging after her through the immense pain shooting through his sac.
"God-DAMN he's persistent!" Hotaru thought leaping onto a low awning, springing onto the roof of an eatery.
A pair of arms wrapped around her neck and waist.
"Got you!" Itachi snarled.
Hotaru leaned forward as far as humanly possible.
"NOT BLOODY LIKELY!" She roared, whipping her head backward tosmash the back of her skull into his face.
Itachi released his grip and Hotaru kept on running.
The chase continued to a nearby harbor.
They leapt on and over the boats, using the masts for spring boards.
"Give me my brother, witch!" Itachi yelled.
"What are you, some kind of incestual version of Michael Jackson?" Hotaru cried, landing on sand and running as fast as she could.
"I don't know who this Michael Jackson is, but I have the strong suspicion you just insulted me!" Itachi growled, "And for that you will pay!"
He grabbed a hold of Hotaru's shoulder to whirl her around, but slipped on a nearly buried beer can hidden in the sand (littering is bad!)
The two crashed to the ground.
Hotaru noticed how badly her lips hurt.
She chance opening her eyes and noticed how close Itachi's face had gotten…and that his lips were currently plastered against hers.
Itachi pulled away, very white.
"Uh…"
Hotaru went red with fury.
"Y-you…perverted assholllllllle…"
The malevolent ki radiating off of her was so terrifying that it sent Itachi scrambling backwards, forgetting all about his previous endeavor.
"Uh-I-Err-!" Itachi stammered, "Itwasanaccident!"
"DIEYOUCOMMAEYEDFREAK!" Hotaru shrieked, delivering a punch to Itachi's gut that sent him catapulting into the sky.
(A/N: Well! Isn't this an interesting turn of events! Itachi's back in the picture and after Sasuke! But wait a minute...now he's determined to make Hotaru...WHAT? R&R)