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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Cheese Maiden this chapter has something to do with Hana's dress

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto

It had been a few days since the impromptu meeting with Itachi, and a few days closer to that accursed dance. They had not spoken much since then. It was their own silent agreement. No contact until they were forced to spend the night together.

Well, he wasn't being forced…she was.

She still couldn't wrap her brain around it. The very idea of Uchiha Itachi being romantically interested with anything was mind boggling. She was almost certain he wasn't interested. Even if he finally did decide it was high time he found a girl. She would be cute, tiny, feminine, perfect, the yin to his yang. A girl who would fit next to him perfectly, like a puzzle piece.

The thing was she didn't. She didn't fit him at all. She was loud, and tougher than most of the boys her age. And she wasn't interested in him. For the most part, or at first…

Well, she still intensely disliked him.

Their interactions had been reduced to a vague, occasional nod in the hallways. For the most part he had let up in his pursuit. And she was suspicious.

What the hell was he planning?

He had, however, grown on her slightly. Just a little bit, he had become more human than he had once seemed. Not so much a sculpture anymore.

It was with that though in mind that the doorbell rang. It was the Saturday before the dance and Hana had still not found a dress. When she opened the door there was a girl she had never seen before. She was shorter than Hana, and her sandy blonde hair was tied up in four pig tails. A blush colored her cheeks, and she had a very difficult time meeting Hana's eyes.

"Um…hi," The girl started.

"Hello," Hana blinked.

"I know you don't know me, but my name's Temari and I go to your school, you're Inuzuka Hana right?"

Hana nodded, "Why don't you come in?"

"Thanks, you see the reason I came over was to ask if you wanted to go dress shopping," Temari entered the house, "And the reason I'm asking you is because…well… you know," Temari eyed her furtively, as though begging her to understand what she couldn't put into words.

Hana blinked, "Actually, I don't"

Temari sighed, "You know how you become a freakin' instant celebrity, when your with one of the Akatsuki, and how you don't want to like them but there's just something about them, and then they make you go to a freakin dances,"

"And how they have no freakin heart and you have no idea why they want to go with you, but they don't take no for an answer," Hana added, realization dawning in her eyes. This was a person who knew what it was like. It was like a gift sent from heaven. Wrapped and delivered, as a sort of apology for shoving Uchiha Itachi into her face.

"And how they're just freakin arrogant pricks, and they're just so annoying," Temari exclaimed earnestly.

"No one else gets it," Hana marveled, "They're too brainwashed to realize that the Akatsuki should be expelled for sheer…arrogance,"

Temari laughed, "I'm glad I came to you, So you want to go tackle those dresses?"

Hana grinned wolfishly, her eyes twinkled, "I'll grab my keys,"

OOO

The mall was crowded on a Saturday, and it was easier to get lost in the crowd. Both girls had not been able to hide out in ages.

"Me and Hidan, I don't know we just sort of clicked," Temari exclaimed over her smoothie, a faint pink tinge coloring her face, "We fight all the time, he's so loud and vulgar, and incredibly arrogant…but I don't know…we just fit," She took a long sip through her straw, "But it's just so hard sometimes, I don't know why I tolerate him, he's worse than my little brothers,"

Hana laughed, " I hate and always will hate Uchiha Itachi,"

Temari eyed her skeptically, "But you're going to the dance him,"

Hana stared down at her salad, "I have the feeling he wants something from me, he's just not the type to be interested, and I'm not his type,"

The younger girl sighed, "You know you keep talking about types, but if anyone's Uchiha Itachi's "type" it's you,"

Hana was the doubtful one now, "How do you figure that?"

Temari thought for a minute, "Well you put him in his place, you keep him on his toes, he likes the challenge, but I think more than anything he likes the person,"

Hana chewed thoughtfully, "You're a pretty insightful kid, though I can't help but disagree with you,"

Temari shrugged finishing up the last of the smoothie, and shot it skillfully into the garbage across the room.

Hana smiled, "Impressive,"

Temari shrugged, "I'm on the basketball team, You ready to find those elusive dresses,"

Hana groaned, "As ready as I'll ever be,"

OOO

"Are you sure Hana and Temari are here?" Itachi asked Hidan doubtfully. He was pretty sure Hana wouldn't go shopping for a new dress. Especially if it was just for an evening with him.

"I'm positive, man!" Hidan exclaimed, peering around the thick crowd, craning his neck in search of his girlfriend, "Temari asked for Hana's address so they could talk about 'girl stuff''"

Itachi was exasperated, what a waste of time, "How does that equate to dress shopping and ,more importantly, us?"

Hidan sniggered, "Haven't you learned anything about universal girl code, either Temari's on her period or they want to go shopping and complain about their guys, and believe me I'd know if she was on her period,"

Itachi stared him down blankly, "You actually care about her,"

Hidan choked, and stopped his search, coughing into his fist, "I don't know what you're talking about,"

"You wouldn't care what kind of dress she was getting if you didn't," Itachi pointed out.

"Not true," Hidan hastily covered up, "Aren't you interested in what they have to say about us?"

"You didn't deny not caring about her," Itachi pointed out bluntly.

Hidan groaned, "Man, you're hopeless,"

Itachi didn't answer and Hidan judged it was safe to continue his search.

"Why are you with her anyway? It's not mission related."

Hidan nearly fell over.

"Just drop it Itachi!" Hidan snarled, but the blush on his cheeks was undeniable.

OOO

"What about this one?" Temari asked posing in a pale lilac halter dress.

Hana shook her head, "Na, get something that'll make him shut up for a few minutes,"

Temari laughed, "Good point," she went back into the changing room.

Hana smiled. She had needed this, she had needed another female figure in her life. It was a wonderful breath of fresh air.

So far she had avoided searching for her own dress, and has sat contentedly aiding Temari in her own search.

"I think I'll go for simple," Temari called through the door, "Nothing will wow him more than simple,"

She left the dressing room wearing an elegant sleeveless dark purple dress. It was knee length, and suited her well.

"Oh, nice, it looks so comfortable," Hana commended enviously.

"This is it, I'm going to wear my mother's old chandelier earrings, the matching necklace, and my old stilettos," Temari twirled, the skirt flaring, "And I've found the perfect dress for you,"

As Temari held the dress up, Hana choked.

"No way," her voice was final.

"Come on Hana, don't you want to just see the look on his face when he sees you in this,"

Hana pondered a moment. Temari grinned wickedly, she was considering it.

"Don't you want to take him by surprise just once?" Temari wheedled, "Come on, live on the edge,"

Hana was silent for the longest time.

"Do you think it'll freak him out?" She fingered the dress gingerly.

"Definitely," Temari smirked, "Crimson is totally your color,"

OOO

Hidan finally caught sight of the girls as they were leaving the store, their dresses draped over their arms and hidden from view.

He cursed, "See I told you we completely missed it,"

Itachi shrugged nonchalantly, "So what? I still don't know why this matters, it's just business,"

Hidan was silent as he watched their receding backs, "Yeah, just business,"

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