"Ah"

That was all I could muster up at the moment and seeing as how I wasn't going to escape whatever situation I had just gotten myself into, I just let it be.

So here I was, sitting across two infamous rogue ninjas that might just bring down the entire village..

I say 'might' because this was probably the farthest I got into the series and although I knew the ending, I wasn't quite sure how it got there. I was only hoping that the slight addition to their company wouldn't change anything.

"If you didn't want to have tea with us you could've just said so" Kisame said with cup in hand, ready to sip from it. They had situated themselves rather comfortably and it seemed so out of place.

I raised my hands in a defensive stance, "It's nothing like that! It was just that.."

With the two pairs of eyes staring at me ever so intently I was wondering then, what I should say.

"Never mind that!" Yes, simply deflect the question altogether is the right course of action.

"Let me pay for your guys' meal!"

I wasn't that familiar to how people reacted to essentially being treated to a meal but just being able to logically process it all, there was no way a free meal could go wrong.

It didn't matter whether you massacred your family or murdered your own friends in cold blood, a free meal is a free meal at the end of the day, and no one can turn that down. Even the richest man would be delighted at the aspect of something free, or at least that's what I thought to be true.

"Well now," Kisame grinned with his own version of happiness, bringing himself up to peer down at his partner, "That doesn't sound too bad at all, ain't it Itachi?"

"A free meal is a free meal" Itachi didn't nod or give any emotion of confirmation but the sentence was apparently approval to the idea, no matter how bland it sounded.

Of course deep inside I was allowing myself some relief together with the slightest form of anger.. I escaped one world of buying things for other people and now I've put myself in a place where I need to buy things for other people in order to survive.. what kind of catch 22 was that?

"So anything we want?"

The question should not have filled me with more terror than the idea of dying but why the hell did it?

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At first sight of the girl, Itachi for a brief moment believed her to be cute. But that moment was very brief, so brief in fact even he hadn't actually thought of it. No, it was so brief he wouldn't let himself remember it and as such the thought was lumped together with all the other thoughts he categorized as useless.. such as delight that it was a good day or really any emotion whatsoever. With that kind of system, Itachi knew he could make unbiased decisions, which is why he didn't stop Kisame from asking the girl out for tea.

Everything about her was just too non-threatening. Even though she appeared to be a foreigner, there was apparently such a thing as a civilian-esque aura. That was something she possessed.

"This is what I get for trying to be nice" Kisame said, definitely irritated by the looks of it.

"Why'd you bother?" Itachi asked, "Knowing what kind of reaction you'd get.."

Whether Kisame had gotten hurt from his speech didn't matter to Itachi.. He only wanted to get some tea.

"C'mon" he said, "Let's just go get some tea."

He walked in complete silence while it was obvious Kisame's day had more or less took a turn for the worst.

Upon coming face to face with his old favorite tea house, Kisame gave him a blank stare, probably hoping to illicit a reaction which he sadly did not get.

From the inside, Itachi heard animated chatter and as Kisame lifted the blinds, he recognized the small woman before them who had taken up the whole table.

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AN: I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this story so hopefully you guys can give me an idea. I'm just testing out which POV works best and I feel like it might be the first person POV