Chapter 3: Do Not Disturb

Kagami was the name of his mother's cousin, the father of his long dead best friend. It was the name he used when traveling alone and staying in hotel's undetected, and an easily believed name that was still somewhat common.

Yesterday had gone much different than he could have imagined.

It was possibly the most he had spoken in years to someone. Not just the most he had spoken, the most he had relaxed and opened up - though he was only telling half truths anyways, and he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it for several different reasons. The number one being the level of intimacy they shared before even remotely kissing, he could not remember a time to have felt so open since the massacre. The second being that he was openly sabotaging and disobeying Madara's and the Akatsuki's efforts by assisting with one of their several targets training.

Of all elements Naruto Uzumaki could've had as well, it was extremely rare and maybe borderline impossible to have wind and have been born in Fire Country, the only other ninja recently reported to have it being Asuma Sarutobi. Most offensive and least defensive, his own experience against some master Wind experts would leave anyone with lesser experience in fire and earth jutsus being blown out pathetically like candles or blown into dust.

It made her even more interesting than before. Child of his mother's dead friends, he could faintly the redhaired woman and blonde man excitedly planning future playdates between her and Sasuke with their hypothetical marriage, still becoming one of the few who had sneaked underneath his brother's skin and still have hope to show him that Orochimaru wasn't the path to revenge or happiness.

She was remarkable.

The biggest problem was Jiraiya. If the man came too close and was able to notice the genjutsu or recognize his chakra, much more than Naruto's trust would be broken. It would be beyond suspicious why a S-class criminal was assisting his organizations target in becoming stronger, and considering it would be the world's greatest spy master who'd be looking into it, he'd only find how deep the corruption ran in the Uchiha Clan and between the elderly advisers of the Hokage. The idea of that amount of exposure made the Uchiha feel uncomfortable.

It absolutely wasn't fair what had happened to the Uchiha Clan and what was going on between its "two" remaining members, but it'd be much more damaging for everyone to have the truth to come out now.

Having returned to his hotel early to dip into his funds, it was only a hour before he returned with a plain black yukata that had a light grey sash. Figuring he'd throw his travelers cloak over it as they made their way there, he found himself getting absorbed into a book to distract himself from the reality of what was going to happen tomorrow.

That a S-class criminal could be caught escorting Konoha's jinchuuriki around under a genjutsu by a coincidental shinobi just on vacation or on a mission.

It was nowhere near what he had imagined to happen if he remained one more day in this village to see her again, but he's beginning to think it's not a bad thing.

The agreed time to meet up in the hotel lobby was at 6:30am, yet the next morning his room's phone went off only four minutes before.

"Kagami-san, this is the receptionist Amika calling. I have a girl named Naruto insisting that she is waiting for you out in the lobby and won't leave until you come down. If you don't know this girl, I understand and can call security if you like?"

It was a common tone that he wasn't surprised to hear, the typical fangirl full of superiority over another for one reason or another. "Hn, yes. Could you please direct Naruto-chan to my room, Amika-san? If she is causing a problem with only waiting in the lobby, she can wait in my room then."

The shocked choking noises as the woman stuttered a cracked sentence that oozed disbelief and being heartbroken as the blonde's faint should of 'ha' followed, Itachi hung up the phone and gave a once around look of the room. His traveling scroll was left open at the moment on the floor between the bed and the window but he figured she wouldn't mind.

When he felt her radiating chakra come close once more, he straightened himself out as her strong knocking reached his ears.

His mouth felt dry when he drank her appearance.

He never took the time to imagine what she would look like in her own yukata.

Instead of being bundled tightly and traditionally, the dyed garment that reminded him so much of fire had the collar lazily and almost inappropriately widened to tease the world with her tanned and usually hidden skin. There was no cleavage showing, only the detail of her collar bones could be mistaken as suggestive. A black and wide sash was tied around her waist, only giving into her curves and making the false flames of her yukata stick become almost brighter.

Her usual long pigtails were also missing, her hair was now formed into some form of braided yet messy bun that allowed golden strands to loop down and tickle her exposed skin. Though she had a black traveling cloak in her arms that matched the sash, he was almost surprised that with the amount of subtle effort put into her outfit, that she was not also wearing make up like other women would for this event.

Though Itachi wasn't one to show his emotions due to the direction of his life, he has experienced attraction before and would more than gladly admit that he was attracted to the kunoichi before him.

Still not wearing his sandals or cloak, he invited the nervous girl in silently and closed the door behind her gently. "Kagami.. you look, you look amazing." Cheeks stained red as she forced the words out, her eyes never left his form.

"Thank you, Naruto-chan. I must admit, you look incredibly beautiful yourself." Walking past her slowly towards the chair in the far corner that his sandals and cloak sat next to or on, the shades to the view of the village and mountains he had almost had her in another trance. Before he was able to sit down, the edge of the large scroll caught her foot and she had almost ungracefully went tumbling down on top of it.

Reaching out and steadying her just in time, her cloak fell out of her arms.

Reaching down at the same time, he beat her and picked it up, only to hear something else fall.

The strangled noise she made had him freeze as she scrambled to try and hide it.

Samurai Condoms(TM)

"It's not what you think! I told my sensei that I was gettin' some training advice from you 'cause he's doing a terrible job at it and mentioned that we were gonna go on a date to that festival so he took me shopping and kept arguing with the lady that's supposed to help girls find their outfits and his opinions on what I should wear was so friggin terrible that we made a deal that I'd get this and he'd get to sneak me condoms but I was going to leave them at the campsite! But he made this big deal and I couldn't leave them there and the receptionist wouldn't tell me where the trashcan was when I was waiting for you and then she called you 'cause she didn't believe me and I didn't see one on my way up and -"

Face burning red as she practically shouted her ramblings while she stared holes into the carpet, if his partner Kisame had known how blunt Itachi could truly be, he was pretty sure that he'd never ease up on this teasing.

"I don't think of you any less." He interrupted her gently as in her embarrassment, she didn't try to hide the condoms anymore. "We can go at any pace you're comfortable with, Naruto-chan."

"Don't say that. I'm a pervert, ya know."

"What do you mean?"

"I use to spy on bath houses, using a jutsu to get in. I use to read porno mags, but I don't read that stupid Icha Icha, I promise! I've never been in a relationship before, or had sex. At first I thought I just wanted to kiss you, a proper one 'cause the first one - just, ugh, don't worry! But then you were so amazin' so I wanted to go on a real name, but now -" Unpredictable was almost her middle name, and the sudden confident and daring look she gave him as she looked in his eyes head on, he considered taking on the challenge she was issuing. "Now, I think I want a little more."

Setting her cloak on top of his on the chair, he filled the gap between the two of them. Left hand covering hers that was holding onto the box, his right one went for her cheek as he leaned in closely, never losing eye contact. Head tilted back while she looked up at him, "Do you mean it?" Itachi asked her lowly.

Her small pink tongue licked her lips before she completely closed the gap between them.

They never made it to the festival.

Pulling apart her clothes like she was the greatest present he ever received, his sharingan was activated when he knew she wouldn't notice anything to memorize each detail, copying them to his memory forever.

She begged for him to move faster with each action, only to be silenced by the slow pleasure. Learning each curve of her body and how she liked to be touched, her hands became greedy once more and never stopped doing the same for him. Accidentally leaving deep marks across his back and arms, he was sure to leave his own across her chest and neck.

Each time one got close, they tried something new. A new position, a new technique to go down on one another.

He loved every moment and with her heart on her sleeve, he knew she did too.

He had attempted to have sex with random women of course, though it never felt right. Always ending before he got too far with them, yet he knew with Naruto, he'd happily go for hours. The noises she made, the expressions she formed, the way her body twisted under him and the way she could take in control when she climbed on top.

When they were laying next to each other, the faint memory of his mother discussing the hypothetical future marriage between Sasuke and Naruto made him smirk.

Being caught and asked what he was thinking about, he was completely honest.

"I am glad to have you all to myself right now."

Each time they tried to leave for the festival, there was a reason they couldn't get past the door. The collar of her yukata needed to be adjusted, only for them to end up in bed. There was a knot in his hair, she needed to brush it out in the shower.

Ordering room service, they learned her yukata formed a small tear in the breast. Solution being to give her one of his shirts for her to let the staff inside, he caught the warm looks she gave him and the way she hugged herself in it when she thought he couldn't see. The receptionist from earlier having been said staff however, the blonde's realization was entertaining at what was obvious left him smirking in an odd satisfaction. She did not rub it into the woman's face, only shrugged it off with an unapologetic and brilliant smile in the face of jealousy. It did remind him to put the Do Not Disturb sign up around the handle afterwards, at least.

Talking about everything from reading, movies they've heard about in theaters, shinobi celebrities they've met or fought against, Itachi adored the life that the Uzumaki brought. She did not only brighten the room with her positive energy and conversations, she was excited about everything or simply made it much funner than it was. The mundane rolling up his scroll, of brushing their hair, of brushing her teeth, it had been so long since he enjoyed anything this much.

Though he felt more alive than he had in his years of having become a missing nin, the feeling of decay as he never explored relationships or much of anything outside of his organization and of his illness destroying his body, it was all only pushed back into the back of his mind. When the reminder came forth once again, Naruto was showing off her very gruesome chakra control technique of balancing 10 kunais point down on all her fingers as she balanced on one leg - the other jutted out and slowly moving in odd directions to practice keeping her focus. Only in her small bra and a pair of his pants, hair in lopsided pigtails as her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, her seal had revealed itself.

The satisfaction that he was sabotaging the Akatsuki and Madara's efforts as much as he could in his own way by giving training hints to the jinchuuriki he was supposed to be hunting was overwhelming, the need for her to protect herself better than what Jiraiya was teaching her led him to giving her a wind jutsu. The sparkles in her eyes as she immediately began reading, he wondered on if it was strange of him to enjoy watching her do so.

If she ever found about his real identity, her trust would be crushed and the suspicion of his intentions with all the training tips would expose more information than he was comfortable. Especially revealing it to anyone connected to a spy master, but it was obviously too late to turn back now.

Pulling her to sit down on his lap, he snaked his arms around her waist and waited for her to demand to practice the jutsu.

Posted: 02/24/2019