According to Plan

By TheCrackShipper

Summary: High School AU "Before we can achieve world domination you must seduce Inuzuka Hana into giving you the code," Things involving Hana never went according to plan ItachiHana

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Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

Chapter 4 (This is the actual chapter 4, the previous chapter is chapter 3): Win

It was just so awkward.

"So…" Hana trailed off unsure of where to go with this whole 'meeting'. She met his gaze and seethed. He wasn't feeling awkward. He was bored. He was making out with her every chance he got, but now that she wanted to talk he was bored. Her immense dislike for him returned ten fold, magnified by his lazy, gorgeous dark eyes.

"You want to say something?" she pressed him. He shook his head. What a b&stard.

"Where do you want to have this meeting-thing?" she asked strangely intent on hearing his voice. He shrugged.

"There's this place, a park by my house, you want to go there?" Her normally sure voice was shaking. Hana was nervous, why was she nervous? He nodded. She remembered the elder Uchiha was never much of a talker.

"Let's take my car," Itachi intoned. It was not a question, it was a command. Inuzuka Hana was never commanded to do anything.

"I'm not taking your car, you could rape me," She was pleased to see Itachi turn scarlet.

"I've never tried to rape you!" he was extremely flustered. It was a nice change, to see emotion in his eyes, even if said emotion was appalled anger.

"You can't seem to get your lips off me," Hana couldn't stop the smirk, she just couldn't. Itachi darkened a few shades.

"I've never tried to take off your clothes!" He choked out. Hana laughed, she doubled over, nearly passing out.

"The look on your face Uchiha," she gasped, pounding her thigh, "Can't talk about sex?" she wiped her eyes.

Itachi was flabbergasted, "You're much too outspoken for a girl," he shook his head disapprovingly.

"So I've been told," Hana tapped her foot impatiently, "But we're still taking my truck,"

Itachi snorted. Hana turned livid.

"You got a problem with my truck, Uchiha?" she growled in the way only an Inuzuka could do.

"No, not at all," Itachi replied politely.

She eyed him appraisingly, "You'd better not have a problem with my truck,"

Itachi made his eyes as innocent as possible, "Well I don't,"

Hana seemed satisfied. Without a word she turned toward the student parking lot, Itachi close behind her. Her pick up truck was faded red, with dirt encrusted wheels and dusty mirrors. Itachi couldn't control the faint glimmer of disgust. Unfortunately Hana caught it.

"Uchiha…" she grunted menacingly.

Itachi held up his hands in surrender, "I didn't say a thing,"

She sniffed and unlocked the car door. Itachi climbed in through the passenger side. It was equally messy on the inside, and it smelled of dog. There were different articles of clothing strewn about the backseat but what caught Itachi's attention was a crimson bra hanging forebodingly off the edge of his head rest. His jaw dropped.

"What are you…oh!" Hana turned to see what Itachi was staring at. She grabbed the accursed undergarment and through it into the back, hiding it from plain sight.

"Sorry about that," Hana mumbled, "You see I went on a road trip over winter break and I pretty much lived in my truck, I haven't had a chance to clean up much yet." She was babbling now, trying to cover up the very awkward silence. Itachi was just trying his very best NOT to picture Hana in ANY undergarment, ESPECIALLY NOT crimson.

Hana's voice trailed away and the rest of the drive was fairly quiet. Itachi took the moment to regain his focus.

missionmissionmission

It was a mantra that consumed his mind. After what seemed like an eternity they pulled up to a broken down park. The swings were hanging off their chains, the slides were dented, but it had a certain charm to it, like a childhood gone by. Behind the swings a small lake sparkled in the fading sunlight.

"I used to play here all the time as a kid," Hana whispered. This park was a dear part of her soul, and showing it like this to the man she hated the most…she felt vulnerable.

Itachi was startled by the tenderness in her voice. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye and he found it difficult to breathe. Her eyes were so soft, so happy. He blinked rapidly.

Hana, unaware of the effect she was having on Itachi, ran over to a bench with names carved all over it. Itachi followed her, still a bit dazed.

"My name is right there," she pointed to a little corner of the seat. Inuzuka Hana was carved in with sloppy letters. She sat down, Itachi sat next to her.

"So spill Uchiha," Hana said casually, she slouched, whereas Itachi sat rigid, "What do you really want?"

His mind went immediately back to mission mode.

"Why is it so difficult to believe that I might actually like you?" he questioned.

Hana snorted, very unlady-like.

"Please, since when do Akatsuki members get interested in girls with a brain?" she mocked, "Don't you guys go for the girly girls who dress in short skirts and wear their bras to school?"

Itachi immediately felt defensive, "Are you kidding me?" he replied a little too loudly, "We never go for those types of girls, Konan's an artist and a straight A student getting a scholarship, and she's dating Pein. And Hidan's dating that Sand transfer girl, Temari, who's an incredibly good athlete and she skipped a grade because she's so smart. She's the 15 year old sophomore, We only date smart, athletic girls, or artists,"

Hana stared at him wide eyed, "I've never seen you get so passionate about something,"

He flushed slightly and turned away,

"And when you were talking just there you didn't sound like a robot," she spoke mostly to herself, but Itachi glared at her for good measure. This mission was starting to get difficult.

"Besides," Hana broke from her trance, and pointed at him accusingly, "I know you don't really like me because you kiss with absolutely no freakin' emotion, your lips are ice cold. It's like it causes you pain to kiss me,"

Itachi appeared highly affronted, "Does that mean I'm a bad kisser?"

Hana threw up her arms in exasperation, "No you idiot that's not what I meant!"

He smirked, "So I'm a good kisser,"

She punched him on the shoulder, and he was surprised to find that it hurt.

"That's not the point you moron," she frowned at him, "If you actually liked me, there would be the tiniest bit of emotion in there, but there's not," she folded her arms across her chest, "There's no emotion,"

Itachi felt he was losing this battle, "I'm not a very emotional person,"

Hana eyed him skeptically, and then shook her head, "You know what, fine you're obviously not going to give me anything today, what about this dance?" she changed the subject.

Itachi stared at her blankly, "What about the dance?"

"I don't exactly want to go with you, no offense,"

Itachi pinpointed a way to salvage this meeting, he grabbed her hand, and she turned to him her eyes devoid of anger this time.

"Just give me a chance,"

He was a genius; she was melting right in front of him.

She stared at him for the longest time, and sighed.

"Fine," she was defeated, and then her cheeks colored slightly, "Stay for a bit, I want to know about my freakin date to this freakin dance."

"I wonder what it is about you and passion," he contemplated leaning back into the bench, relaxing, "Uchiha's are all about being stoic, calm, that's how we got our top spot," he was about to go through with a dangerous move that would either make or break him. Slowly he placed his arms around her shoulders. She didn't move away though he could feel her tense slightly. He was winning; she was slowly walking into the trap.

"Inuzuka's we're all about passion," she grinned, "We may not be rich, but we love each other, we're happy, and everything in the world is so much more amazing,"

There she went, making him breathless again.

"Life's not worth living if you plod on in an emotionless daze,"

He tightened his hold around her shoulders. She leaned back.

"Why don't you smile?" she wouldn't meet his eyes.

"What?" he asked more then a little confused.

"I think that if you smiled more you'd seem a lot more human,"

He turned to raise his eyebrows at her.

'Don't take it the wrong way!" she exclaimed, catching his expression, "It's just…well…never mind!" she snapped and jumped off the bench.

Itachi followed in pursuit.

The drive back to the school so that Itachi could pick up his car was a silent one as well, but less tense and less awkward.

When the pulled up to the student parking lot, Hana turned to him with a determined glint in her brown eyes.

"You know what Itachi; I might actually enjoy spending time with you,"

His cheeks warmed, for the first time the plan left him completely.

He needed to take a cold shower when he got home, he was losing focus.

A/N: The end of another chapter! Please Review!